New Feelings | Wenclair

New Feelings

A/N: !Warning! This story will contain explicit sexual content. Both characters are of legal consenting age and this work is completely fictitious. I do not own Wednesday or the characters depicted in this fanfiction. Chapters with explicit content will be marked. If you do not enjoy this sort of thing, please, just don't read it. Thank you.

It had been quite a few weeks since Wednesday Addams had arrived at Nevermore Academy. Forced to reside in the same living quarters as the embodiment of color herself, Enid Sinclair, the goth did not have the best first impression of the school. This however began to change as Wednesday found herself tolerating Enid's presence more and more as time went on. Her stoic gaze falling on a certain bubbly werewolf for seemingly no reason, the fact she began to notice the way Enid's ears would move up as she smiled or how she picked at her nails when she was overwhelmed. The psychic would lay awake at night contemplating why she had begun feeling this way. At first she thought she was coming down with something. Elevated heart rate, sweating, slight tremors, all symptoms of what she thought might be an overactive thyroid. Though this hypothesis was proven false after a few trips to the doctor. Though her first theory proved inconclusive, Wednesday Addams was not one to give up so easily. Even though she would die before admitting this, the goth knew she needed help as the language of emotions is not one she's fluent in.

It was a grey afternoon as Wednesday finds herself sitting outside Xavier's studio. Previously, she had asked to meet up with the tortured artist (if asking meant threats of disemboweling). She turns the page in a book about medical conditions she had picked up for her last investigation. Wednesday knew she was wrong, but she still found the contents of the book fascinating. The crunching of leaves grabbed the goth's attention, her gaze snapping up from the pages at a moments notice.

"Hey, what's up?" Xavier greeted nonchalantly. Wednesday stood up one Xavier was in front of her.

"I wanted to discuss something with you. May we talk inside?" She says, motioning towards the door of the shed with her eyes. Xavier nods and opens the door, Wednesday close behind. The artist pulled the chain to turn the light on and sat down across from the psychic whom had already made herself comfortable.

"So... What's going on? You're not suspecting me of murder again are you?" He teased with a small chuckle. Wednesday's face stayed as still as ever.

"You seem to be quite well versed in the art of emotions... I was wondering if you could..." Wednesday pauses and calculates the wording of her question. "I don't understand what I am feeling and it is frustrating me. I was wondering if I could perhaps... explain my symptoms to you and you could help me realize what I am experiencing." She looks back up to meet the gaze of the long haired boy across from her. A small flame of anger and embarrassment arise in the girl as she watches a Cheshire Cat-esque grin spread across Xavier's face.

"You need help with you emotions huh? Did I hear you right?" he chuckles.

"Don't push your luck." Wednesday threatens. The artist laughs and shakes his head.

"Wouldn't even dream of it." He runs his hands through his hair. "So tell me what you're feeling, oh troubled one." Wednesday's brow furrows ever so slightly. She sighs quietly before she speaks.

"I seem to be coming down with something. Of course, that was my first thought though despite my research that theory was proven to be wrong. Something is undeniably off, however, and I fear it may be worse than I thought." Wednesday states vaguely, her gaze locked onto one of her friends pieces.

"I mean... Is it like an impending doom sort of feeling like with the Hyde or what?" Xavier asked, now obviously serious about helping his friend.

"No. This feeling is entirely new to me. I find myself feeling hot and uncomfortable and yet strangely wanting more of the source."