Wednesday Addams x Wick!Reader
Part Two of the Grim Series
You never thought you would find yourself connecting with anyone let alone two people. When you met Wednesday, something just clicked for you. And through her, you met her roommate Enid Sinclair. Enid was a perky girl around your age - a werewolf who had yet to learn how to transform. Her positive energy was a direct contrast to Wednesdayâs. Your attitude was more quiet with a little bit of snarkiness.
When you werenât studying or doing homework, you found yourself at a nearby shooting range. Something about firing the 9mm Pit Viper and effortlessly reloading another magazine always cleared your head. The force behind each bullet fired was almost as thrilling as being in the presence of Wednesday and Enid.
You found yourself wandering the grounds of Nevermore, wondering about the deathly girl in black who had stopped your heart when a familiar voice spoke up in hushed tones. You recognized the perkiness in her voice.
âOh come on! (Y/N)âs so cute!â Enid spoke up.
You snuck around and spotted Enid talking with Wednesday. Despite being a werewolf, her sense of awareness was slightly off. Neither she nor Wednesday could pick up that you were hiding behind a stone wall, intently listening in, using the hearing and stealth techniques your father taught you.
âDrop it Sinclairâ Wednesday spoke up.
âWhy? Itâs so obvious you like Wick!â
âI said drop it.â Wednesday responded, âI am a child of woe. I feel nothing as childish as loveâ
âYour secretâs safe with meâ Enid said with a little laugh, âIâm as sure of it as I know (Y/N) feels the same for youâ
That werewolf girl was very observant, youâd give her that. A small smile made its way across your face. You had been trained to be a weapon for most of your childhood. It felt good to feel something as normal and so fulfilling as love.
You quietly snuck away, crushing a little twig on your way out. Wednesday didnât pick it up but Enid sure did. A little smile formed on the blonde girlâs face, in truth, she had picked up your scent the moment you snuck up.
You made your way to one of the nearby graveyards on a mission. Your father told you about a certain flower that bloomed near graveyards in this area. You found it after walking past a couple rows of tombstones: the black petunia. So simple, elegant and deathly black. It matched Wednesday to a T.
You grabbed a handful of black petunias and made your way across the school campus towards Wednesday and Enidâs dorm room. From a distance you could spot Wednesday playing the cello from the balcony. It sounded so haunting and gothic. To you it was the most beautiful composition of all, played by your angel of death.
You knocked on the dorm door. Enid answered quickly. The most intense and happy grin made its way across her lips.
âI knew it!â she whispered before ushering you and your dog Dusk into the room.
Wednesday walked in from the balcony, her eyes going wide at seeing you standing there with a bouquet of black petunias.
âHeyâ you gave her a small smile.
âHelloâ she responded, a slight little bounce in her step as she balanced on her feet a little. Probably for the first time in her life, Wednesday was nervous.
âI-I got these for youâ you tried to answer with a calm face. âI saw these black petunias and I thought of you Wednesdayâ
âBlack petuniasâ she states with a little quiver on her lip, âthey only grow in-â
âGraveyards. Yeah. I-I like you Wednesday. A whole lotâ
âI have the same admiration for you as well, Wickâ she adds, âdeeplyâ
Wednesday walks up to you, throwing the bouquet on her bed before wrapping her arms around your shoulders and hugging you tight. This emotion felt so new to her. If she was going to experience it with anyone, sheâs glad it was with you.
âOh look at you two!!!â Enid exclaims as she observes, âitâs so adorbs!!â
You give Enid a little acknowledging nod. Deadly would be the word to describe you and Wednesday. But yes, you suppose you and her wereâŚadorbs.
News had spread of a vicious mauling outside of the schoolâs grounds. Some wouldâve said a wild tiger or a bear even. But you and Wednesday knew better. You had studied ancient texts in your free time. It was a Grim.
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