Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Nightmare [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Warning: Rather Gory

Wednesday wandered through a lush forest. Ferns and shrubs brushed her tight covered ankles as her arms push away low hanging branches from the dense surrounding of trees.

She was lost. She had no idea where she was and where to go was a complete mystery. She only had one thing on her mind- find Y/N.

Her stomach churned as the thought of being lost in the woods caught up to her racing, anxious mind. The sound of a flock of jet black crows sounded overhead. All of them were loud and ugly. Wednesday watched before setting off in a sprint after them.

She hopped over exposed tree roots and vaulted over fallen branches. She ducked under those branches in her way, whilst avoiding the stinging nettles that had grown astray. She lost sight of the obnoxious birds as their painful singing dispersed. She looked left and right but found no sign of life while ahead lead a path of wonky trees grown too old. She crept ahead.

The tunnelled branches abruptly stopped as they lead her to an open acreage that spread miles around. The land was covered in yellowed grass, patches stained in ichor and gore. Wednesday followed the trail close for hours on end. Whatever left the trail had been traveling for a long time- slowly, gradually bleeding out on the dead grass beneath.

After hours of walking, her knees because weak, so weak that her feet barely lifted from the ground with each step. But finally, something other than the yellowed grass became visible. A dishevelled wooden shack, and beside it, a large dead oak which had what appeared to be a swing of sorts. She picked up pace once more, hoping that maybe, Y/N would be inside the run down shack- but as she closed the distance, the scene became very clear.

There he hung, his neck tied up to one of the leaf-barren branches, swaying in the cold winds. Think, coagulated blood dripped from his stomach as many an organ lay out of his body. The crows she had chased hours ago sat pecking at his disembowelled body.

Wednesday once revelled at the idea of finding a lynched or mangled body. She loved seeing gore and despair. It used to thrill her. But it was his body. Before she even knew it, tears burned the corners of her eyes as her sight became blurred. The salty, warm tears grew in multitude. Her chest grew tight as she gasped for air between desperate sobs. "No..." She breathed.

She got closer to the body, shooing the crows away. A puddle of blood had gathered beneath Y/N's low hanging body, she stepped in it as she cut him loose. His cold body fell limp to the ground.

She scrambled to her knees. And pulled the rope from his neck, revealing a large bruise where the rope had been. "No, no, no, no..." She cried, cradling her lover's face in her hands as she rocked back and forth. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve to wipe away the streams of tears.

He looked peaceful. He didn't appear to have been in any pain before... Whatever happened to him occurred. She wiped his hair out of his face with trembling hands, only smearing his own blood on his features. The colour suited him.

She felt so alone. She had no one. She was lost and Y/N wasn't there to comfort her.

A long whining screech came from behind her, her head whipped around to see the shack door had opened. With Y/N's heavy head in her lap, she sat in fear.

That was when she saw it. A creature with burnt skin and eyes as black as the crows. Its arms were twice the length of its abdomen and its neck long too. They sneered with broken teeth as they saw her. Her eyes darted to the hand of the creature who held a thick knife, coated in dried blood. It stalked forward towards Wednesday, twirling the knife in its talloned fingers. It stood over her and drew it's arm back before slashing down-

Wednesday woke up with a jolt, scrambling upright as she came to. Her cheeks were hot and sticky. As she brought her hands up to wipe her cheeks, she thought she saw his blood on her hands but after blinking a few times, she found she was mistaken. It had all felt so real. So very vivid. She was still very much crying. Her head darted in the direction of Enid's bed where she still lay, peacefully sleeping.

Wednesday slipped out of bed and pulled on some shoes as well as a coat before slipping out through the dorm door. She needed to know if Y/N was okay- that it had all been a bad nightmare or if it was one of her cursed, worrying vision.

She snook over to his dorm room and knocked gently. There was no reply. She dug around in her coat pocket and pulled out a key which she slipped into the lock. She turned it and opened his door. She closed it behind her after she walked in.

She carefully crept up to his bed. She pulled back the covers to find Y/N sleeping peacefully. Her mind flashed back to her dream. He looked just as peaceful as he did after she cut him down. She let out a soft cry as the tears started once more.

Y/N's head perked up as his eyes opened. "Wends...?" He murmured quietly. It didn't take long to notice her sobs. His hand reached out to one of hers as he sat up. "Wednesday, what's wrong?" He asked gently, pulling her towards him.

She collapsed onto him in fits of tears, her arms wrapping tight around his neck.

His brows furrowed as he held her, his hand on her back as he rubbed up and down. "Hey... It's okay..." He whispered as he swayed from side to side.

She abruptly pulled away as she held his face in her hands. Her eyes darted to his neck which was very much fine. "Y-You are real, yes?" She blubbered.

"Uh.. I hope so." He answered, nodding his head in her hands. "Talk to me, my princess. What's going on?" He asked again.

"I-I think I had a nightmare." She replied before trying to slow her rapid breaths. She pressed her forehead to his as she closed her eyes. Talking deep breaths through her nose and out through the mouth, Y/N could feel how hot her laboured breath was.

He slipped his hand up the back of her vest and coat as he rubbed her back. Shockingly, she was boiling hot. Hotter than a smoldering corpse. He frowned. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?"

She paused before nodded her head. He shifted and helped her take off her boots and coat. In an attempt to stay close to him, she straddled him while he sat in an upright position in his bed. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck- but careful not to break it.

Wednesday did not want to let him go, worried still that maybe what she saw was one of her unfortunate premonitions. Once she was comfortable, he started tracing shapes on her back and the fabric that had grown taut as she hunched over.

She spent hours of explaining through many a series of sobs and whimpers. Y/N never stopped comforting her and assuring her that he would be okay. All night he soothed her shaking and calmed her woes until she eventually drifted off to sleep.

When he noticed that she had fallen asleep, he reached out to his phone and looked at the time. 5am. He sighed. They both had classes tomorrow, but he was sure that Wednesday wouldn't be up for them- and neither was he. He let his eyes close as his grip on his lover grew tighter.