'I've got my eye on you' || Wenclair Oneshots

Moonlit Confessions

Wednesday Addams wasn't a stranger to many things.From the young age of 5 she was taught how to fence with people twice her size, and was able to take them down and win every single time anyone got close to beating her.When she was 8 she was handed her very first bow and arrow, which her mother had complained was 'too late' for her age, but nonetheless in under 3 months she could spin around with a blindfold on and hit a target in the bullseye with ease.It was torture for her brother Pugsley once she upgraded to a crossbow.Then on her 13 birthday she received a cadaver from her Uncle Fester.It kept her busy for a very long time, and she preserved all interesting organs and body parts perfectly in medical embalmers, as they still sit on top of her closet to this day.Her favourite part of the experience was exploring the heart.

At 16 though, or rather when she stepped into the mysterious (and dusty) halls of Nevermore Academy, she learned that she was a stranger to one thing, and a rage simmered beneath her skin like never before.It was something that she vowed she would never care for or bat an eye at even if it somehow, in a very very unlikely situation, came to her.Just like with everything else, she'd disregard it and continue with her usual life, speaking of it to no one and taking the small inconvenience to the grave with her, for becoming like her parents would
be as torturous as wearing the colour pink.

They were forever her biggest supporters, always congratulating her on reviving another frog from the dead or water boarding Pugsley until he peed his pants like a small toddler that wasn't potty trained yet.Since the day she was born they showed their love and care for their elder pigtailed daughter, but never physical affection as per her own request.It was something she hated with a great passion, whilst they treated it like the most marvellous thing in the world.Many times at night she had wondered, staring up at her blank ceiling and imagining how it would feel to be so captivated and feel such a strong connection to someone like in her parents case.It seemed like they could never be separated, like they were bound to stay together until put at rest.Though, she was told that she would be forever alone, and it comforted her, as that's what she liked.To be alone forever.

It still shocked her when she she lay her eyes on her mother and father kissing and felt disgust, as when she lay her eyes on her sunshine of a roommate she felt a small light being ignited in her chest, bringing her out the darkness of her solidarity.Only for a moment she saw what her parents must've been seeing all the time they had been together, and it made her want to pull out her own heart and explore it like she did with the cadavers.Was she really softening, the walls that she spent years building around her vital organ being torn down mercilessly by someone that used to make her want to stick needles into her eyes?Perhaps, and she despised every single moment of it.No matter how much her head silently denied it whilst laying rigidly in bed, her heart knew she was going to fall into the bear trap of love if she didn't do anything soon, and it rattled her bones harder than ever before.Not in the good kind of way.

So yes, Wednesday Addams was a stranger to one thing, but sometimes it felt like she was becoming friends with it, and everyone knew that Wednesday Addams made no friends with such weak and pointless things like love.

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"Pink or orange scarf?" Enid's voice floated annoyingly from the other side of the room for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour, filled with as much anxiety each time she spoke.Conveniently for Wednesday, as she still had to work on her novel, the overly happy girl would be gone for the evening for a reason that somehow made the pigtailed goth feel like she was drinking bitter lemonade mixed with some sort of vomit inducing acid in it.That concoction usually excited her.Ajax was the name of the boy she was meant to meet up with, and she wasn't sure why it had bothered her so much when Enid came bounding into the room with the brightest smile on her face, exclaiming that she had been 'asked out'.What was so special about that? Why did teenage girls care so much about boys? Wednesday didn't at all.