Romeo's Distress: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

(1. Suffer Little Children

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down
And you'll never see your home again

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Clattering from downstairs awoke the boy. "Why can't you just be normal, Jon?!" Her voice reverberated. "You're going to wake Y/N." A man's gruff voice uttered, barely audible. His father. An exasperated sigh clawed it's way out his mother's throat. "I don't care about that little... Freak!" His mother screeched. Y/N clamped his eyes at that statement. It wasn't the first time it had clattered in his brain, especially not from his mother.

Y/N kicked his legs over his bed as best he could. Shaking and sweating, a sickening undertone plaguing his complexion. His bones felt brittle and his gums ached. "He's been sick since he came out of me!" She continued. "And don't get me started on his affliction. How horrible is it that I want him to turn already?! Maybe then he'd actually prove to be something; more than you!" The boy had managed to get on his feet by this point and slowly shambled towards his bedroom door. "When will you get over this, Anna?" Jon spoke briefly and calmly.

The boy heard his mother scoff clearly as the door creaked open. "Get over this?!" She said as if even the thought of it was foreign in her mouth. Y/N had made it halfway down the steps at this point. "This has ruined my life! You were always different but I thought you'd grow up when we got married." Y/N peeked against the wall and caught a glimpse of his father getting shoved. "Actually live up to your name for once! Most powerful clan on this side of the world and you choose to abandon them and live in some backwater state with your wife and child!"

His father's face contorted at the mention of his lineage. His (h/c) beard scrunching on his face. "Don't speak about them." He advised. "Oh god forbid I speak about your family when they're right up there with Crackstone! It must be so embarrassing for you." She apologized sarcastically.

"As usual, you know nothing. Now this subject is finished." His father growled out. He tried to walk away but was roughly pulled back by Anna. She started beating on his chest until he grabbed onto her shoulders and pushed her back, she tripped; landing onto the carpet flooring. Y/N saw the rage behind her eyes, glaring at her husband's back as he fumed. "You need to calm yourself." Jon stated before grabbing his jacket and leaving the house, the engine of his motorcycle roaring before Y/N heard the wheels speeding off.

The boy glanced away from the door to see that his mother had spotted him. He had a pout and tears threatened to spill out of his (e/c) eyes. "Stop looking at me like that." She ordered before continuing. "Like.. like I owe you something." It came out like the crack of a whip against him, Anna's face contorted with squinted eyes; as if she couldn't bare to look at him. His head dropped at that statement, a pathetic whimper; barely audible leaving his mouth. Raising a small hand to wipe his tears away, like she never did.

Anna got up in a hurry, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders from his spot on the stairs. He let out a groan at the pain. "Mother... please, stop." He begged with a crack in his voice. "Don't you dare call me that!" She snapped and pinned him against the wall in the kitchen. "This is all your fault!" She got close to his face. "If only you hadn't been born maybe your father wouldn't have gone soft and weak." Anna spat out with venom lacing her words. She slammed him against the wall, letting his small frame collapse to the floor, whimpering in pain.

Placing a knee on his belly, she pinned him and wrapped her hands around his throat. She uttered no words, her rage spilling over. The grasp she had on him felt like iron, the boy felt himself succumbing; his vision getting blurry and his throat felt as if it was collapsing on itself. With the little strength he had left, he reared a fist back and struck his mother in the face. She was thrown off him as a loud crack was heard. Y/N looked at his fist seeing that his pinkie knuckle was misshapen and beginning to swell. He cradled his hand close to this stomach as he got up.