A/N: I roped myself into thinking about different Jack Spicer pairings and I ended up thinking of Wednesday Addams. She would support Jack in his pursuits and Jack is forever doting on his beloved girlfriend.
Thanks for reading!
-Lucicelo
"I, Jack Spicer will-"
A monotone voice interrupted him in his speech. "Cara mia."
The Xiaolin and Heylin side turned to the location of the voice and noticed a young lady in goth clothing holding a black umbrella above her head. Her form fitting dress flared down at her feet while her black velvet cape with silver embroidery fluttered in the wind. A dark green stem crown with thorns adorned the top of her head. Dead flowers were still attached in certain segments.
As she lifted up her umbrella, her beautiful face was exposed. Similar to her mother, Wednesday Addams received her own glances of appreciation. Glances that she returned with cold indifference. She preferred her lover to bestowed her with glittering bouts of affections. Unknowns were irrelevant to her.
Jack's taken back stare and rubbing eye gestures were amusing to Wednesday. Her black lips somewhat lifted to show her humor. Jack never failed to cause comedic moments whenever she showed up unexpectedly.
In the background, Wuya felt a pulse of dark energy coming from the girl. She appeared weak and docile, but her aura said otherwise. There was a hidden danger in this woman that rivaled fellow witches of the dark side. When the girl gave her eyes contact, Wuya felt itchy and uncomfortable in her own skin. She tore eye contact and looked at no one for the rest of her time there.
As the guys ogled the newcomer, Kimiko appreciated the combination of femininity and goth aesthetics. There wasn't an overabundance of accessories to show off her lifestyle, they simple accentuated her clothing. The young lady appeared beautiful, but deadly at the same time. Kimiko thought of the femme fatale perspective as a viewpoint. This further strengthened when she noted her stance, the girl appeared to be knowledgeable in martial arts.
Throughout her observations, she realized that she seemed familiar to Kimiko, but she didn't know where.
Plus, her eyeliner was as sharp as her cold black eyes.
"Shit, hey babe!" Jack activated his jetpack to launch himself off the cliff and landed in front of her. Lifting her hand to his lips, Jack kissed her lace covered hand in reverence. Several times in fact. "I'm sorry I didn't meet you at home. A Wu ended up being activated and I had to come."
The sight of the lame Jack Spicer acting all lovey dovey with his girlfriend made Raimundo and Clay harrumph. Due to their internment in the temple, they didn't have time to entertain a lady, other than Kimiko, but she was a friend not a love interest. Envy filled their minds as they crossed their arms over their chest and pouted.
Omi found the fact that Jack found a girlfriend a wonderful thing. The sight of Jack straying away from the evil path due to love was glorious to behold.
Wednesday hummed. "The trap you left in your home was lackluster." She interlaced their fingers and took one step closer to Jack. "I am displeased. How am I assured you will not die without my involvement?"
Kissing her hand again, Jack chuckled. "I'm not easily killable. Trust me, these bozos have tried." He motioned to the frozen monks and ignored Omi's, "That is untrue!"
Wednesday turned her gaze toward the monks and narrowed her eyes. Having heard of her beloved's enemies, she observed them with a calculating eye. She sparred with various individuals in different factions of the world. Good or evil. But she had not yet spared with a Xiaolin monk. Maybe, she might spar with one of them when she was dressed in proper attire suitable for a duel.
From her perspective, these monks were less likely to do harm on her lover, but Jack harmed himself more often than not.
Although, the flashy robes made her retinas ache and water.
"Primary colors?" She hissed out.
Jack grimaced. "Yeah...apparently monks need blinding color to announce their presence." He fondly smiled. "Now, I know berating me about my lack of proper traps is fun, but why are you here?"
Wednesday's cold eyes softened. "You forgot your newest mechanism on the foyer table."
Jack cringed. "Ah…. I knew I forgot something."
"Thing." Using her free hand to snap her fingers, Thing appeared with a bag. The surrounding people gasped or stepped back at the sight of the disembodied hand.
Thing handed the bag to Wednesday before patting her head gently. "Thank you, Thing. You may go now."
Thing left the area as Wednesday gave Jack the bag. "I added extra tools to aid you,"
Jack's blush went up to his ears. He was always endeared when his girlfriend supported his taking over the world plans. She didn't try to change him. In fact, she insisted he dive deeper into his darker side and to never wear pastels.
Jack shivered at the thought.
He would never stoop so low as to wear pastels. He found solace in the dark abyss and scaring people away. Those who ran off spoke ill of him, finding his source of rebellion a funny spectacle.
His beloved Wednesday's family faced similar rumors throughout their lives. The Addams loved the macabre and dressed in what was considered out of the norm clothing. A facet that didn't faze Jack's mother, Lorraine Spicer, who in fact knew Gomez during her life in the United States.
Since rich kids ran in the same circles, Lorraine and Gomez met during certain galas and became friends. His eccentricities didn't faze Lorraine, she found him unique and charming. As a friend of course. She never once thought to romance the man, not when he fell for Morticia Grump at first sight.
Due to scheduling and different continents, the old friends did not have the time to meet up often. In recent years, Gomez packed up his family to reconnect with Lorraine and presented their children to one another.
Jack was stunned at the sight of them. He had never met a gothic and macabre family before. He met fellow goths on the streets throughout his life, but there was never a family of one. No wonder his mother didn't blink or judge his goth lifestyle. She was an open-minded woman that supported her only son in everything he did.
World domination included.
Many of the Addams Family dabbled in world domination and took him to the side to give him tips. Gomez and Fester's ideas bordered into murderous results, but they were nonchalant about death to begin with. The Addams family's view on death soothed Jack's notions of death itself. He now welcomed the idea with open arms, fear nonexistent whenever he pondered about accidental death or illness.
Jack said. "Thanks, babe."
Wednesday lifted their joined fingers and kissed his knuckles as well.
Raimundo broke their love fest with a yell. "Uh…. are we going to fight or what?"
Kimiko punched Raimundo on the arm, hissing. "Shush!
Jack jumped in place. "Oh...right. Oops." He kissed Wednesday's hands one last time before releasing them. Jack held back an awed expression at the somewhat visible pout on Wednesday's face.
Wednesday looked beyond Jack and recognized the warlord her beloved spouted so much affection for. Before Wednesday and Jack officially started dating, Jack seemed to be in love with the older man. Citing his successes with fervor and love in his tone. But Jack was quick to reassure her those feelings were of evil worship. Not at all similar to how he felt for her.
Reassured, the flicker of jealousy dissipated. Jack doted on her with as much intensity as her own father. And no one was as passionate as her father was when showing his love for his beloved wife.
"Oh yeah, Wed, that's Chase Young!"
"I see…" Wednesday tilted her head to the side and soaked in his well sculpted face. Memories of her childhood filtered through and the familiar voice of her grandmama.
Granny Frump spoke of the different men who managed to slip through her grasp. The one she managed to snag, her late grandpapa, was one of the few men that responded to her advances. He loved having a woman chasing him for once. Caring little for her eccentricities, he soon followed the same lifestyle and was carried in an urn jar in her grandmama's trunk.
Wednesday used to sit beside her cauldron as she told stories of men who could have been her grandfather. She listened intently as her grandmama described dark, evil, and monstrous men who used to roam the living. Many of these men married into the Addams family or died without descendants to follow in their footsteps.
Pity.
One of the men grandmama spoke about caught her interest, the Chinese warlord, Chase Young.
She used a spell to show the image of Chase Young and moved to show their images as she reminisced. Grandmama's image of Chase Young was the same as the man who stood a slight distance from her. He appeared interested in overhearing their conversation.
To think, this Chase Young was the same one that Jack used to be obsessed with. How little of a world they lived in.
Certain of her impeccable memory, Wednesday declared. "Grandmama spoke of a dashing suitor she wanted to court some time ago. Her misadventures through China gave her rare ingredients and a chance for a suitable second husband. Good to know you are among the living, Chase Young. I shall inform Granny Griselda to cease her necromancy spells for location spells."
The recollection of a hag like woman flashed through Chase's mind. No matter how much he disputed her advances, she reappeared like a fungus. Tossing her off cliffs and attempting to kill her, did nothing more than spurn her on even more. Similar to Jack Spicer in a way but with the addition of dark and heavy magic.
Her distinct cackle made him stiffen in place and his palms clammy. Then, a cold, icy shiver went up his spine.
She was still alive.
"Wait...grandmama wanted to hook up with Chase?!" Jack snapped his attention onto Chase, mouth agape. "And you managed to escape that woman?"
Chase coughed into his hand as Wuya gaped at him in astonishment. As far as Wuya knew, no one other than Hannibal Roy Bean scared the thousands year old warlord. Yet, it took the grandmother of this young witch in training for the man to appear physically uncomfortable.
Wednesday caressed the side of Jack's face to turn his attention back onto her. "I will see you this afternoon,"
"Sure." Jack grinned, sheepish as Wednesday walked away from the battlefield.
The moment he didn't see her in his line of sight, he turned to the Xiaolin and Heylin sides. "Uh...anyways! Let's get this show on the road." Jack yanked out his newest adjusted gun from the bag and ran to the Wu.
The Xiaolin monks ran after him, and chaos ensued.
Days later, Chase found himself face to face with Griselda Frump.
Despite the decades having done damage to her previous beautiful face, she continued to have that manic twinkle in her eyes. Her wild white hair bloomed around her head, almost floating with a mind of its own. Her clothing was caked in dust and other indecipherable smells. Most of which, Chase knew were used in witch's brews and potions. His nose wrinkled at the smell.
Somehow, the hag managed to track him down to his own citadel. Decades of isolation ruined by interlopers and trespassers. His reappearance in Heylin did nothing more than bring unrest into his home.
And Griselda Frump was one of the more persistent ones.
He suspected Spicer gave the woman directions to his home. There was no other way she could have found him. Otherwise, she would have found him years ago through her spells. He would have to recheck his spells and make sure to add another layer to deter the woman from ever returning.
Damn it, Spicer.
"Oh! You are still so perfect, Chase Young." Griselda cackled in excitement. "Immortality is so good to you."
"Thank you."
Chase stiffened as Griselda circled around him, eyeing his body and possibly processing his power. Fingers tapped together as she cooed about his delectable darkness.
Griselda said. "And more powerful too. Hmm….my dear grandson-in-law never called you by name, but I should have known! You were always too pretty and deadly. One of the few in the forces of evil to ever dodge a Frump or an Addams for that matter! Severine Addams still boasts about your alluring prey like gaze to this day!"
Chase discreetly gulped.
"What is it that you need from me?"
"Your scales!" Griselda huffed out. "Your particular cursed dragon scales would be excellent in multiple curses and potions."
Chase lifted a brow. "I... had not known of the possibility."
Griselda nodded her head. "Anything that is tainted by immortality and darkness always has a bit of a kick to it. Normal dragon scales tend to …fiddle with darker potions of mine."
Seeing a chance to get rid of her, Chase inquired. "If I deliver my sheds and loose scales to your home, will you cease pursuing me?"
Griselda put her hands behind her back and crossed her fingers. Her eyes fluttered when she promised. "Oh yes."
Narrowing his eyes, Chase breathed through his nose. He knew better than to believe this woman and her lies but his choices were limited. Griselda Frump was crafty in her magic use. She wasn't one to back down without getting what she wanted.
Nodding in compliance, Griselda put out her hands, grinning from ear to ear. Chase snapped his fingers and a lioness appeared. He informed her to bring his shedding to give to the hag. The lioness disappeared, leaving Chase to endure minutes of awkward silence.
Griselda simply smiled in glee.
The lioness returned with a bag full of Chase's sheds and left upon dismissal. Chase tossed the bag until Griselda's hands, and she beamed at him.
Griselda gave him a quick bow. "I won't bother you." For the next month or so, she thought with delight.
"My dear, you're evil." Jack processed what Wednesday informed him.
Once Wednesday returned to his manor home, she called Granny Frump and informed her about Chase Young living status. This prompted the old woman to yank out an old lock of hair from Chase Young and used it for one last potion to pinpoint his actual location. Apparently, she thought Chase died or was lost in a different dimension. This helpful hint guided Griselda in the right spell to act out her plans.
Griselda packed her bags and took the first plane to China.
Jack could have given the coordinates if granny asked him, but he didn't know they were acquaintances. As much as Chase tossed him to the side, he wasn't that petty in tossing a manic woman in his path. He had some form of loyalty in his fanboyish fascination of Chase Young. His previous awe of the man dwindled a bit once Wednesday's family stories were told in his latest visit to their home.
The Addams family were rich and disastrous in their pursuit of fun.
Feeling somewhat bad for Chase, Jack winced. "Chase won't be able to keep grandmama away from him ever again."
Sitting in front of her black Victorian style vanity, Wednesday smirked. "A bit of payback for the times he tossed my amor into danger." She flicked her loose hair over her shoulder, giving Jack the hint to brush it.
Jack's heart skipped a beat as he hastily grabbed her adorned black hairbrush. Softly brushing her hair, he looked at her face through the mirror. "Thanks…"
He wondered what Wednesday would do to Wuya if given the chance? Or the monks for that matter?
Knowing her, she would intervene in an appropriate time. She wouldn't let her beloved not attempt to get back at his enemies.
The end.