Wednesday Addams Oneshots

En Garde ✍️📜

I originally wrote this in 2 parts but decided to just add them both together.

You were in the fencing classroom with Wednesday, currently sparring as she has specifically chosen you as her partner, because the annual fencing competition at Nevermore was soon, and the young Addams was painfully competitive, and I mean painfully. 

She had scouted you out after hearing about your few victories against Bianca Barclay, the school fencing champion for 2 years, the fact you managed to not only beat the siren once, but 4 times during classes was reason enough for Wednesday to want you, you weren't chatty, you only spoke strategic sentences to her, and she liked that, she didn't have time for mindless chit chat, not when the tournament was 2 months away. 

At first, you were surprised by the offer, which you quickly learned wasn't an offer, when Wednesday demands your presence, you're expected to show, and seeing as she took the liberty of looking into your usual routine, and seeing you were quite introverted and did nothing but read, study or train, she had planned your schedule to suit her for practice, which was every Monday and Thursday evening. 

Y/n's POV

Wednesday and I disengage from one another, nodding to each other, a silent conversation spoke on taking a 5-minute break, I immediately lower my sword, walk over to my duffel bag, pull out my water bottle, and raise the helmet just enough to display my mouth, sipping from the plastic straw as I was out of breath.

Once I'm ready, I lower my helmet, walking over to the starting position for me on the mat, waiting for Wednesday to prepare herself, after a few moments she mimics my stance, En Guarde and ready to engage in combat. However, she doesn't call out to begin, so I stand up straight, lifting my mask to question her. 

"Is everything okay, Wednesday?" She remains quiet for a moment, before taking her black helmet off completely, looking at me dead in the eyes as she balances the equipment against her hip, her sword pointing downwards to let me know her guard was down. 

"I would appreciate it if you didn't hold back from now on," she demands me coldly, "I know you are, and I despise pity points, Bianca won't go easy on me during the tournament, so I expect you not to as well," a drop of sweat runs down my brow, but I nod, slipping my mask back along my eyes, ready to go again. She reciprocated the stance, and we prepared for our fourth round, "Prete Allez!" She exclaims. 

I advance, swinging my arm to the right. She easily evades the motion, greeting it with a forceful lunge causing me to step back and block the attack with the metal clang of our swords. She quickly tosses her arm down, aiming to keep me off balance with the scare to my toes. I feel my heart jitter from the fright, but bounce back hastily, our weapons disconnecting with a ringing 'shing.' I lead her to lean to the left with a feint, managing to reverse my movements swiftly as the tip of my blade touches her chest. 

We both expeditiously walk back to our starting points on the mat, making it known to begin again with a sturdy "Allez!" Wednesday was quick to act first, her haste advancement leaves her small hop, followed by a clumsy feint that stumbles me backwards. Her constant need to close the space between us to get to the point made her forget I had a tactic to avoid her merciless steps. I riposte, my arm coming from underneath her arm to snag a point to her shoulder as I had to keep my arm away from the tip of her sword, making my form sluggish. 

She huffs, walking back to the starting point on the mat with slight aggravation in her step as goes to the starting stance, but I raise my mask up, not ready to fight her as I knew trying to spar on emotion would only lead to further frustration, "Wednesday, we can take a break if you need us to-"

"We just had one," she sneers, removing her headgear with precision and swiftness as I see her eyes fueled by the need to win, "Now shut up, and get into position," she orders, with a quiet gulp, and a nervous pattering in my heart I slip my helmet down, sword at the ready as I fix my starting stance. I'm left to fight for my life as Wednesday hadn't called out to start, meaning I was unprepared properly for her attacks, but I was sharp, despite her lack of warning.