Male Wednesday Addams x Reader

Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe- Part One

Word Count- 1632

[Jauntily macabre music playing]

The sound of students laughing plagued the halls of Nancy Reagan High School, bright clothes and smiles hung over the entirety of the school.

In walked a daunting male, his appearance polished to no fault with his swept liquorice black hair and un-creased monotone clothes. A bored yet plain look covering his disposition. The students quickly shuffling out if his way with scowls covering their previously delighted faces.

I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago...

His deep brown eyes skimming over the masses of people as he passed by them, his cold glare falling onto a group of caffeine induced teachers with the energy of a hoard of zombies.

But I admire the sadism.

The bell screeched down the halls and the students began dragging themselves to their homerooms, a heavy banging against metal captured the attention of macabre boy as his eyes peeled from there place on his mentally marked destination. Instead targeting a red locker with drawings and foul comments scribbled over it in thick black ink.

The male strides over to said locker tugging on the handle for the door to fall open. A smaller boy collapsing with a whimper from the restraints around his frame and the apple forcefully stuffed in his mouth. The older boy watching the scene before him kneels down beside the floor-stricken child.

''I want names.'' He demanded pulling the apple from his younger brother's mouth.

''I don't know who they were, honest.'' The child pleaded shaking his head. ''It happened so fast.'' Another whimper escaping his throat.

''Pugsley, emotion equals weakness.'' The boy declared beginning to untie the rope from Pugsley. His eyes then snapping up to his brother's ''Pull yourself together.''

Pugsley lets out a cry causing his older brother to glare at him.

''Now.''

Pulling his younger brother's hands from the now loosened ropes his body froze and his head snapped upwards, eyes wide as can be.

Groups of hands snapped at the Pugsley pushing him around and tying him up while jeering and moving around him sporadically. Pugsley cried as he was held still by rough hands no one in the surrounding area helping him.

''You scared, kid? Scared?'' One of the brightly dressed jocks teased forcing the apple into Pugsley's mouth as he sobbed. The locker slams shut closing the child inside.

His head fell back into a regular position, his body still stiff. He shook his head slightly, some hair moving to cascade across his forehead.

''You okay?'' Pugsley asks staring up at his brother with worried eyes.

I'm not about to confess to my brother that I've recently been plagued by visions. They come without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy but without the satisfying afterburn.

''Leave this to me.'' He says simply, getting up and leaving his brother on the floor.

''Wednesday!'' Pugsley called writhing slightly as his legs were still tied together.

The older male turns back around and looks down at Pugsley.

''What are you gonna do?'' He asks.

''What I do best.'' Wednesday answers.

Wednesday brushes his brother off as he walks with purpose to the area in which he knew the jocks would be.

In another area the group of jocks are swimming around in the school's pool, white caps on their head which looked like diapers. They splash and laugh about as a whistle blows through the large room. Entering the space from the stairs a stoic Wednesday steps in. From the pool a boy points.