Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Visitor [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Requests by nicholas3457890 and GlennAranda

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Largely to Wednesday's disappointment, the summer break she had so long wished for passed as soon as it came around. While she hated the hot weather and vibrant colours, she loved the fact it meant a chance to get away from Nevermore Academy. She made the most of her free time- well, as much time as she could spend by herself because somehow, Wednesday managed to secure herself a boyfriend- even she was perplexed as to how she achieved such a feat.

It had been a sweltering summer afternoon when Wednesday had made the decision to escape the confines of her family home to visit the old bookshop she used to go to- Mr Wise's Book Emporium. It was a bookstore that she couldn't quite understand how was still running- as far as she was aware, she was the only customer the old man running the store ever got. And even then, it wasn't like she shopped there regularly- especially in the last year thanks to her being stranded in Jericho.

But that day, things were different. The once slanted and peeling wood exterior of the two storey building had gained a fresh lick of green paint with the accents being painted in an off yellow. The half broken blinds had been taken down and the cracked glass had seemingly been replaced. The rusted hinges of the door no longer screamed as she pushed it open and the sound was instead replaced a pristine bell hanging from the doorframe. Even the handle on the outside of the door appeared to have been given a thorough polishing as she could see her pale reflection in it. Upon entering, she found the ancient literature and texts were no longer messily piled- but instead we're neatly placed into bookshelves and there was no sign of the store owner at the counter. She felt a pang of anger run through her dead chest. She wasn't fond of change.

A small thud could be heard above her as well as a hushed curse. The old rickety staircase still creaked as a spry young man around her age hopped down, his hands covered in black and blue paints- something that peaked Wednesday's curiosity. "S-Sorry-" the boy apologiesed with a warm smile. "I don't usually get customers." He explained- presumably as to why his hands were covered in paint and why he wasn't behind the counter to greet Wednesday.

Wednesday tilted her head as she narrowed her eyes on the boy. "You?" She asked confused, she was unsure as to where the old man had gone. Perhaps he had sold his store since Wednesday- his sole customer hadn't shown her face in so many months. "Where is Mr Wise?"

The boy's face grew sad as did his smile. "Mr Wise was my grandad." He answered softly.

Wednesday raised a brow. "Was?"

He paused for a moment. "He passed away a couple of months ago." He answered again.

Wednesday let her head slowly drop at the unexpected news. Even the carpet beneath her feet had been changed. "I am... Sorry for your loss." She uttered. She almost felt guilty. She didn't have favourite people but if she did, Mr Wise would have been right up there. He was warm and charismatic and Wednesday found him comfortable to be around.

He shook his head softly. "Don't be. Death comes for all of us- sooner or later." He told her, slipping his hand into her hold one- it was enough to make him shiver. She didn't pull her hand away, nor did she flinch at his touch, in fact she found it rather enlightening. He gave a small squeeze. "So, do you know what you're looking for?" He asked, letting her hand go.

Wednesday lifted her head so that she could take his face in. He did look fairly similar to the old man. It was warming to know that the store was still in good hands- but she was still angry about how bright it looked now. She nodded.