Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Can You Hold My Hand? ✍📜

Disclaimer! - I do NOT in any way, shape, or form, support insulting, or belittling of religion, we are all human, and should respect one another for our differences no matter how big or small it affect our daily lives. All religions are beautiful as well as the culture that follows it. Any form of insults or any offensive words you may think are inappropriate in this story is for the plot and nothing more, at the end of the day this is a work of fiction. 

S/n = Sisters Name         S/n/n = Sisters Nick Name

TW - Mentions of Child abuse, violence and panic attacks

You were dreading this day, Parents Weekend, the only weekend in the school year where Nevermore students were allowed to have their parents stay over to see how their children were getting on in their studies, it was normally a joyous time as pupils were allowed to see their family after spending two whole semesters apart, allowing them to boast and brag about club or academic achievements, and maybe even earn some appraisal. 

However, your parents were not like that, at least to you, you are an L/n, meaning you come from a long line of prestigious Were-caribou, meaning you were half-doe half-human, your family originated from the old northern tribes of the Antarctic, but as civilization began to explore each other worlds, many of your kind were spread evenly among the world in the modernised era, but your family liked to think they were high and mighty as they kept traditions of your ancestors. 

You were only 17, meaning your antlers weren't fully developed, a female deer would never usually have antlers, except for the rare few you can see in nature documentaries, but as you were a Were-Caribou, even females were gifted with the beauty of having antlers, men had taller ones, whereas the women had shorter antlers, yours were still in the process of growing out, as were your sisters, a Were-Caribou doesn't fully gain their antlers until they reach 21, as you would be classed as a proper adult among your family. 

You came from a Christian background, although you were never fully committed to it. At 14 you had a different opinion towards God than the rest of your family, you didn't worship him, but you believed him to exist but acted more as a guardian angel to humans rather than a creator of the whole earth and responsible for over 8 million people. 

The way you saw it, was that many varieties of God existed, some cultures had multiple Gods, and you respected each of them individually, you weren't someone to shame people for their beliefs, but rather took the time to understand how they saw and treated their Supreme Being, but your parents didn't like that too much. 

When you first brought your views up to them at the dinner table politely, they tried to talk you out of it, you sensed they were uncomfortable and apologised for worrying them. Two weeks would roll by, and you had caught your mother snooping in your diary, where your trust in them began to grow rocky as she pulled you up for your sinful thoughts and enrolled you in a Christianity camp for the next 6 months. 

When you arrived, you were horrified to see just what monstrosities you had been put through alone with other kids like yourself who were innocently questioning their faith and who to give it to, you had never seen so many children fearful to go home. Some confided in you, telling you about the abuse they'd face, or the insane lengths their parents went to 'fix' them. 

When you got home, your mother held those hopeful eyes and your father kept a stern expression as your sister cowered behind them, head down, refusing to make eye contact with you. You realised that they no longer trusted you, so you didn't hide the fact that you were still questioning wanting to be a Christian. You had pleaded and begged for your parents to hear you out on it as the minute you brought it up your mother wept, praying to God for forgiveness as you were just a lost soul, whereas your father let his rage consume him, and that's when his hatred to you began.