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Part 01 Wednesday x fem reader

summary: In the shadowy halls of Nevermore Academy, you navigate the delicate balance between reality and the Other Side. As an occultist with a powerful yet unstable connection to the elements, you learn that the Other Side does not come easily. it demands secrets and sacrifices. Caught in the gaze of the enigmatic Wednesday Addams, you must confront the darkness within before it consumes you.

Warnings: Dark themes, mental health, supernatural elements, intense relationships and mature content.

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Nevermore had a way of feeling suffocating at night.

Not because of the towering trees that loomed just outside the windows or the eerie silence that blanketed the school’s ancient corridors. No, for you, it was something else. The nights were when the Other Side pressed hardest, when the elements whispered most clearly, clawing at the edge of your thoughts.

You were used to it by now—the pull, the weight of being more there than here. It was part of you, part of what you’d become. But tonight, something felt different. There was a restlessness in the air, a gnawing in your chest that wouldn’t let you sleep. The element of Blood hummed, tugging at your senses, trying to pull you deeper into that other realm.

But you couldn’t afford to lose control. Not here.

Not when eyes like Wednesday Addams’ were watching you.

You sat up in bed, your breathing steady but tense, trying to shake the feeling when a soft knock sounded at your door. Unusual for this hour. No one ever came to your room, especially not when the moon hung so low in the sky.

Your fingers brushed against the cold surface of the door before you opened it, revealing exactly who you least expected.

Wednesday.

She stood there in the dim light of the hallway, her expression unreadable, dark eyes gleaming with the kind of detachment you had grown to expect from her. No one else would disturb you at this hour, but Wednesday was different. She didn’t follow anyone else’s rules—not even the unspoken ones.

You leaned against the doorframe, trying to mask the unease creeping up your spine. You could feel Blood pulling, stirring with her presence. Too close. Too soon.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Addams?” you asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, your voice dropping to a lazy, teasing tone.

Wednesday’s eyes flicked over you, as if she were calculating something, but her face remained impassive.

“You’re awake,” she said, her voice clipped, not bothering with pleasantries.

You chuckled softly, tilting your head as you studied her. It was always fascinating to watch someone so controlled, so distant, yet always watching, always calculating.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied smoothly, “but if I’d known you’d be stopping by, I would’ve stayed up earlier.”

Her gaze lingered on your face, unblinking, not rising to your bait. She wasn’t one for playful banter, but you had never expected her to be. That didn’t mean you’d stop trying.

You crossed your arms, feigning nonchalance, though you could feel the weight of her stare. The elements whispered at the edge of your mind, tugging at you, but you kept them at bay. Wednesday Addams had a way of making people feel exposed without ever lifting a finger.

You were curious, though—why had she come?

“You always keep tabs on your classmates this late, or am I special?” you asked, a teasing smile playing at the corner of your lips.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t take the bait.

“There’s something... off about you,” she said finally, her voice low but pointed. “And I don’t trust things I can’t explain.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your face neutral. That was dangerously close to the truth. The pull of the Other Side, the elements swirling just beneath the surface, was something no one at Nevermore could know about. Not yet. Not even Wednesday.

But that didn’t mean you had to show your hand just yet. You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice.

“If you wanted to get to know me better, all you had to do was ask,” you murmured, your lips quirking into a sly grin.

For a second, her expression faltered—just a flicker of something like annoyance—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. Wednesday Addams didn’t rise to the challenge, not in the way most people would. But you could see the way her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if she was assessing your every word, every movement.

She stepped back from the door, turning as if to leave, but her voice cut through the silence before she did.

“Be careful who you flirt with,” she said quietly, her tone colder than the night air outside. “Not everyone plays the same game.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, you felt the sting of the truth behind them. But you weren’t one to be intimidated easily. If anything, her cryptic nature only intrigued you more.

“Who said I was playing?” you called after her, keeping your voice light, though your pulse was still racing.

She gave you one last look, her expression unreadable as always. And then, without another word, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the hall.

You exhaled slowly, the tension in your body still coiled tight as you closed the door.

The pull of the elements hadn’t faded. If anything, it was stronger now, more insistent. You could feel them clawing at the edges of your reality, trying to break free, to take hold. Blood, Knowledge, Death—they were all there, whispering, waiting.

You leaned your head back against the door, eyes closed, and took a breath, trying to center yourself, but the hum in your veins grew louder. The elements were restless, tugging harder at your control.

And as much as you tried to suppress it, you knew Wednesday was right.

Secrets didn’t stay hidden forever.

The question wasn’t if they would come to light—but when.

And who would be watching when they did.

Wednesday x fem reader

summary: In the shadowy halls of Nevermore Academy, you navigate the delicate balance between reality and the Other Side. As an occultist with a powerful yet unstable connection to the elements, you learn that the Other Side does not come easily. it demands secrets and sacrifices. Caught in the gaze of the enigmatic Wednesday Addams, you must confront the darkness within before it consumes you.

Warnings: Dark themes, mental health, supernatural elements, intense relationships and mature content.

01.

The night at Nevermore was always quiet, but tonight the silence felt heavier. You sat in your usual corner of the library, the one where the lights barely reached, leaving the shadows to twist and breathe. The pages of the book before you were worn, the ancient symbols flickering in the candlelight, but you weren’t reading. Your mind was elsewhere—always elsewhere, on the edge of something far darker than the school’s gothic halls.

You had learned early on to embrace solitude. The other students at Nevermore didn’t know who you truly were, and that was how you preferred it. Your life was more intertwined with the Other Side than the real world, and you had grown used to the weight of that secret pressing against your skin, even if it made you feel less human, less here.

The faintest creak of the floor broke the silence, pulling you back to the present. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Wednesday Addams had a way of moving that felt both calculated and inevitable, as if she were a shadow herself, always lingering just out of reach until she decided to strike.

• “You’re always here,” she said, her voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.

You didn’t respond right away, turning the page of your book instead. But you could feel her eyes on you, sharp and unblinking. Wednesday had been watching you for weeks now, though you couldn’t say why. Maybe she sensed that you weren’t like the others. That something about you wasn’t…right.

• “And you’re always watching,” you replied finally, glancing up to meet her gaze.

Wednesday didn’t flinch. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—an intensity, a curiosity that made her more dangerous than most. She stepped closer, her hands clasped behind her back, her black braids hanging like dark threads down her shoulders.

• “You don’t belong here,” she said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Not entirely.”

You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t deny it. It was too soon for that, and you weren’t ready to let her in, not yet.

• “Neither do you,” you replied, your voice low but steady.

Her lips twitched—barely—but it was the closest thing to a smile you had seen from her. She tilted her head slightly, watching you with the same unsettling calm she always carried, like she was waiting for you to crack.

• “You’re different,” she said. “And I want to know why.”

You felt a chill creep down your spine, not from her words, but from the way she said them. It was as if she already knew the answer, or at least pieces of it, and she was simply waiting for you to confirm it.

• “Curiosity can be dangerous, Wednesday,” you said softly, closing the book in front of you. “Especially here.”

She stepped even closer, until the shadows between you seemed to pull tighter, and her gaze bore into yours, unblinking.

• “Danger doesn’t bother me,” she replied, her voice colder now. “But secrets do.”

For a long moment, the two of you just stared at each other, the tension thick in the air. You could feel the familiar pull of the Other Side just beneath your skin, its dark energy thrumming in the back of your mind, but you forced it down. She couldn’t know—not yet.

• “Some things are better left undiscovered,” you said, standing and gathering your things, trying to keep your voice calm, controlled.

Without waiting for her response, you brushed past her, feeling the weight of her gaze follow you as you slipped into the shadows of the library. The air felt charged, alive with the echoes of your unspoken secrets, and you could sense the pull of the Other Side thrumming just beneath your skin.

As you reached the exit, a chill swept through the corridor, sending a shiver down your spine. You paused, glancing back over your shoulder. Wednesday stood unmoving, her dark silhouette framed by the flickering candlelight, her expression a mask of calm determination.

“You can run, but you can’t hide,” she called out, her voice low but steady, a haunting promise that sent a thrill of apprehension through you.

You turned away, your heart racing, the weight of her words echoing in your mind. You knew she wouldn’t give up easily; curiosity was one of her defining traits, and it was only a matter of time before she unraveled the truth.

As you stepped into the cool night air, the darkness of the outside world enveloped you. The stars twinkled overhead, but all you could feel was the thrum of the Other Side, the whispers of the elements brushing against your consciousness. They were restless, longing for release, and the tension within you grew as you fought to keep them at bay.

You walked briskly, the shadows flickering at your heels, each step pulling you deeper into the enigma of your own existence. What had started as a simple encounter with Wednesday had turned into something much more complex—a dangerous game of secrets and truths that would soon threaten to unravel everything you had fought to keep hidden.

“This isn’t over, not by a long shot,” you muttered to yourself, determination hardening your resolve. You had to be ready for whatever Wednesday would uncover next. The balance between your two worlds was delicate, and any misstep could send you spiraling into the chaos of the Other Side.

As you moved further away from the academy, the night closed around you, and the whispers grew louder, calling you back. It was a siren song that promised power and knowledge but came with a cost. You would have to confront your own shadows before facing Wednesday again, and you weren’t sure you were ready for that.