Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Soulmate [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Y/N came from a long line of empaths- while many believe and mistake them for mind readers, but they are wrong. People capable of telekinetic empathy hold the ability to detect the emotions around them to a single neuron. They can tell when someone is depressed, anxious, upset, joyous, ecstatic- Y/N could see it all. There were hundreds of empaths around the world but Y/N's family was especially special. It was in the genetic tradition of sorts in Y/N's family for, when the time comes, each member gains a large scar up their arm when they met their soulmate. The scar itself much resembled that of a forks of lightning- almost as if said person had been struck by it- lovestruck if you will.

It was an occurrence that had been around for hundreds of years and none of his family really knew why. While some would travel the world looking for their soulmate, others would just settle for whoever came their way, much like how Y/N's near family had done.

At first, he didn't believe in such a thing- something so ridiculous. He'd never seen such a mark on any one of his family members- the only evidence that he had that the whole thing wasn't just some ruse made up by a distant ancestor was an ancient family heirloom- a leather bound book which spoke of the condition as well as many spells and recipe's, which dated back to when the family resided in South Armenia during the sixteenth century.

Besides the manky old book, Y/N had no evidence to believe that being lovestruck was ever a real occurrence- until his first day attending Nevermore where after meeting a short pigtailed girl, he felt a sharp pain run up his left arm. He had been lovestruck- the ravine like scars, they aching pains when he wasn't around her- they were tell-tale signs that thy myth was more than just that. And he'd truly never been more annoyed. After being kicked out of his previous school for removing a classmate's ear, he was sent to Nevermore. Of course, he wasn't best pleased by this- Nevermore was a place where he would be placed at the bottom of the food chain, being a newcomer and all. He fought his parents decision on the idea but ultimately he lost- with his mother assuring Y/N that he would 'finaly be with his own kind'. He really couldn't bare his mother. That was when he had a run-in with that insufferable, self-centred girl, Wednesday Addams. At least his soulmate was pretty- although that wasn't enough to convince him that she was in any way worth his time.

In their first interaction, she belittled him- pointing out that his bottony skills were lacking, the exact moment he felt that electric sting run up his arm. In their second meeting, Y/N bested her in a fencing duel and belittled her for her sloppy footwork. Days turned into weeks and weeks grew long and lonely as Y/N found that his heart's urges contradicted his stubborn mind's beliefs. While it seemed that every tendon in his body wanted to run to Wednesday- he still refused. He couldn't be so weak. He tried his best to ignore the wistful yearning for the girl's touch and presence but the nights alone became painful- his arm throbbed and ached as he hugged his pillow close. Y/N went day's without sleep and the only time he found peace was when he was sat besides the raven haired girl in botany class. This was not ideal.

After the sixth night without sleep, Y/N was barely able to get out of bed and dress himself- never mind take a shower or brush his teeth. He chucked what he believed he needed for the day into his backpack and headed down to the greenhouse ready for the first lesson of the day. He was early, the first person there. He sat down at his usual seat and rested his forehead down on the cold table in front of him while he cradled his left arm which was still pulsing with an aching pain. The pain was unbearable now- he had tried taking painkillers but they didn't make any difference. The only thing that did was the nearing of Wednesday Addams- who, unlike usual was tardy to class, arriving five minuets late while the class was already getting started on the days work.

Everyone's heads turned at the sound of the heavy greenhouse door being pulled open and eyes lingered on Wednesday. Her face remained as stony as ever- not faltering under the pressure of everyone's stare. One by one, everyone looked away- everyone besides Y/N, who tracked Wednesday all the way until she took her seat beside him. He could feel she was annoyed- in fact he could tell she had been in an argument- one she strongly felt she was on the right side of. it was the likely cause of her tardiness.