Inspired By This Post Because I Love The Forgers

Inspired by this post because i love the forgers 

pls pls talk to me about spy x family i fell so hard for this show 

For @mermaid886

Theme: Practical Magic/Bloodline Curse

The Frump women were known to be powerful witches and utterly beautiful. Morticia Frump was no different.

She found love with Gomez Addams, and while she took his name and gave it to her children, the Frump bloodline would always win out and any child born of a Frump was considered a Frump to the small eastern seaside village of Jericho, Vermont.

She may call herself Morticia Addams, but the Frump women’s curse followed her still.

She loved Gomez deeply and passionately for ten years. He gave her two beautiful children, Wednesday and Pugsly. Both had the spark of magic and Morticia worried for them because despite three hundred years passing since the first Frump woman, Mortina Frump, the town still seemed fearful of anyone of Frump blood.

The curse came for Gomez one fateful night as he drove down a particularly treacherous and slick road.

Despite knowing of the curse and doing everything in her power to fight it, another man who knew a Frump woman’s love had succumb.

Morticia died of a broken heart.

Young Wednesday stood over their graves, her tears falling until they ran out. She promised herself,

“I will never fall in love. I will never have a family…the Frump women’s curse ends with me.”

Grandmama Frump and Pugsly were sad to hear such a thing from Wednesday, but neither could give comfort to the grieving girl.

As they got older, their powers emerged, proving their Frump blood. One night, Pugsly was unable to sleep and found his sister with a wooden bowl in the greenhouse.

She went from herb to herb and flower to flower, a plethora of flora they grew for their spells and cooking alike. She whispered her spell as she plucked a petal or leaf and placed it in her bowl.

She took the petal of a camellia flower and the bud off a willow branch:

He shall tower over me like a Willow His eyes will be as green as a rose leaf

She grabbed the entire head of a spider lily, and a black feather:

He will not fear the dark or things that crawl He will know the Raven’s Song by heart

She tore a petal of a katniss, and pinched the pollen of a dahlia:

He will be able to shoot an arrow backwards He will be able to draw my face even if he’s never seen me

She squeezed the seedpod of a poppy, and took the head of a black pansy:

He will whisper my name in his dreams and when he smiles, his dimples will melt my cold black heart

“I thought you never wanted to fall in love?” he questioned why his sister would invoke Amas Veritas, the most potent true love spell in their grimoire.

“I do not. This boy…this boy does not exist,” she had made sure to describe her perfect love, for the spell wouldn’t work if she wasn’t sincere. She had high, impossible standards and knew nothing would be able to thaw the coldness that had wrapped itself around her heart since their parents died. “If he does not exist, then I cannot fall in love. If I do not fall in love, then I will not have a family and I will not leave children to mourn me and their father…the curse ends with me.”

Pugsly fiercely missed their mother and father, he had seen the devastation that tore through their mother at the loss of their father. He didn’t think any of it fair, but there was nothing he could say.

Wednesday was right, the Frump women of their line were cursed, and it didn’t seem to go through the male line. The men also couldn’t pass on the magic, either.

He mourned for his sister, he mourned that the magic that endured for hundreds of years would end with them. A lone tear escaped his eyes as he saw his sister lift the bowl to be bathed in the light of the moon.

With her magic, the wind swept the petals and spell away on the cool spring air, swirling through Jericho until it was out of sight.

Wednesday didn’t know what happened to her spell, she assumed since the boy she described didn’t exist, it would simply be swept out to sea, to drown and take the future of their magic with it.

Unbeknownst to either sibling, the breeze carried the spell to the roof of a penthouse in New York City.

Little Xavier should have been asleep in his bed, but his father had missed his archery tournament, again. His father missed every important event in his life, even his birthday a few months ago.

He was too quiet, his eyes too intense, his smile too wide, he was a bit of too everything to make any friends at his school. He was lonely and desperate for a friend.

He even allowed the spider that made its home on the rooftop crawl upon his hand, and he had let it down on a drawing of a girl with pigtails with a raven on her shoulder.

“At least tomorrow is Wednesday,” he told himself. It was his favorite day of the week, he had no idea why, but he always looked forward to Wednesdays.

A nanny had one told him if she wished upon the first star he saw at night, it would come true.

So, the first star he saw when he looked up and whispered,

“I wish I had a friend, someone just for me.”

He was confused when he found himself showered with flower petals, and a raven feather had softly drifted down and landed in his hand.

He kept that feather for years, even when his father had courted a scandal so bad that they had to move to a seaside nowhere town in Vermont to lay low for his senior year.

The town was so small, that the only thing worth gossiping about were the Frump siblings,

“Wednesday’s a witch, so watch out,” Ajax, the boy assigned to show him around told him. “She’s actually really quiet and doesn’t bother most. I don’t even think she means to curse people. They just get on her nerves and her irritation is so great, they find themselves dropping dead for no reason.”

Xavier had no idea what to say to that, but he did wonder where the hell his father had moved them to.

It wasn’t until he met a girl who he thought only existed in his dreams, that he thought perhaps she did have magic as she certainly bewitched him with her dark eyes and berry bitten lips.

He couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when she looked him up and down, most were unused to seeing someone as tall as he at their age, and he grew concerned when she looked absolutely baffled and speechless at the sight of his dimples.

— Being your friend should come with a warning label... but I don't know a lot of people who would take an arrow for me.

WEDNESDAY and XAVIER in S01E04 and S01E08

I feel truly awful for Percy like, honestly. To literally have ur nudes spread around online, with people making fun of u and spreading around accusations with very little proof, it’s gotta be seriously rough. I hope he can recover from this, cause playing around with someone’s life like that is just so so fucked up on so many levels. It’s just downright disrespectful to other survivors of sa to joke around with something like that, too. And the fact that everyone seems to be having “fun” exposing him seems a bit off to me. But mostly I just hope he’s doing alright.

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An Underrated Aspect of Wednesday and Xavier

Not really underrated in a traditional sense, but one of the things that I enjoy about this ship is the way Wednesday develops an unconscious trust in Xavier. Despite her suspicions of him being the monster and believing him to be an elitist snob, she relies on him for help when she doesn’t know what to do next.

One thing that stood out to me is that Wednesday—a proven and shown outspoken young woman when she wants to be—is pretty reticent regarding her visions. She withholds confirming Weems’s suspicions even when Weems presses her about it in e2. She withholds the visions from her bestie, Enid, in e6 (via: “What happened? It looked like you were having a seizure.”). She withholds only the information about her visions from Tyler despite involving him in every aspect of her investigation and telling him all her findings (including Nathaniel’s diary, what actually happened the night Rowan died, needing the location of the pilgrim meeting house, showing him the gate, and even when she reveals she’s figured out he’s the Hyde, etc). And prior to finally making up with Morticia in ep 5, she has withheld her visions from her family since they started a while ago despite knowing her mother also has visions and can certainly help with understanding the nature of the thing.

I find it significant that in canon, aside from her mother, the only person she has freely and comfortably told about her visions, is Xavier.

When Xavier figures out that she’s having visions, this happens:

Unprompted. The only thing he asks her is when they started, and keep in mind, her default for anything regarding the visions is to ignore or deflect the question. Despite her being suspicious of him here, not only does she confirm her visions which is, to her, clearly a deeply personal part of her, but she is also freely forthcoming regarding the stuff she has seen in visions and how unsettling it feels when it happens. She doesn't withhold from him what she sees in her visions. For Wednesday? This is theeee definition of oversharing lmao.

But anyway.

What was it about him that made her freely give up that information when she’s usually largely discerning of who she tells?

My point is, she relies on Xavier on a deeper level and seems to like confiding in him. He’s a decent sounding board to help her parse out her thoughts and theories, even with all these signs pointing to him being the monster. And I think because he saved her from the gargoyle, because of his own psychic abilities, because of his innate understanding of how not being able to control the visions is affecting her, and in my personal opinion, because she knows he not only sees her, but likes her for her, she feels some sort of subconscious connection to him.

The trust in telling him she even has visions is one example of it, but also, when she finds herself stuck, stagnant, or lost, she turns to Xavier.

One huge moment of this is the Gate mansion gate vision and pic in e6. She believes Xavier to be the monster and is cold and closed off to him at the beginning of the episode when she’s trying to decipher the message burned in the grass. But… she still goes to him for information about the gate when she hits a "dead-end". When she could literally ask anyone else who has been in Jericho, even Sheriff Galpin, who she’d spoken to earlier and by that point, she was sharing her investigative results with.

Another moment is after the Tyler as a Hyde reveal in e7. She winds up expelled from Nevermore with the knowledge of Tyler’s masterful ruse, authority figures have completely shut her down, she can’t figure out how to beat Tyler at his own game, but of anybody she could have gone to, she goes straight to Xavier for help. Xavier, who is the absolute least capable of helping her because he’s physically chained up in jail. She definitely regards his insight highly, and I think it's because 1) all his warnings had proven true, 2) he’s proven countless times in little ways that he actually understands her, and 3) when he gives up on helping her (temporarily due to anger), she officially gives up for the first time in the entire series and takes heed of his words to leave.

(Which, quick aside, but that scene was so fucking hilarious to me. He’s in chains looking like hell because of her and she sees absolutely zero qualms telling him she made out with Tyler and he is so miserable 😂 Girl...).

With Wednesday, her choices always speak more substantial volume than any words she could possibly say. She’s an asshole sometimes and speaks thoughtlessly and viciously with words meant to wound, but then acts upon her instincts in the most selfless, self-sacrificial, bleeding heart, and/or Care Bear kind of way towards all the people she has come to care for at Nevermore and her own family as well.

And her actions point to some level of trust in Xavier, not just vision-related. Like telling him in the library—her suspected monster—everything she’s collected as evidence pointing to him as the monster (why she would alert her suspect to the full details of her investigation and evidence is beyond me lol); keeping the gifted phone (despite being anti-tech); him being one of the few people she allows to see more of her emotions beyond just deadpan (blinking-gate plus looking down/averting her usually steadfast gaze during conversations with him when he gets a little too close to her erected walls).

Of course, I view their dynamic as a slow burn, but romantic or not, their energies and vibes are kind of in-sync and her growing implicit trust in Xavier is an underlying aspect of their burgeoning deep friendship/relationship that I think the show did pretty well in subtly establishing this season!