Multi colored claws tore through the wooden structure of the shed door, causing it to splinter into pieces and dig themselves into Xavier's skin. He ducked back, screaming at the sudden intrusion. The paintbrush he'd been using fell from his fingers, clattering to the floor along with the easel as a large golden wolf jumped onto Xavier, claws and teeth digging themselves into his skin, ripping through his body with ease. The beast wasn't gentle, making a mess within the small shed with its size and path of anger fueled distruction. As the wolf ate the now silent artist, Wednesday stepped into the shed first, dark eyes wandering into every corner of the gallery of paintings. They grimaced, scoffing to themselves while they walked, the fallen stick crushed underneath their boots.
"It seemed my guess was correct, Xavier had an infatuation with not only me, but our monster as well." The golden wolf snarled when she heard it, lifting her head and nuzzling against Wednesday's shoulder with a bloody maw. They didn't seem to mind, as they smiled and kissed her nose, taking her head carefully into their hands and brushing fingers through her fur.
"You did perfectly, Il mio piccolo lupa." Their cheeks were covered in blood after they pressed kiss after kiss against their wolf's snout, the hulking beast relaxing in their touch and releasing a growl that sounded like a content purr.
"Let me give her some love! She deserves it after getting rid of that creep." Tara was quick to join Wednesday in praising the happy werewolf, leaving Amber to explore the shed. She looked around curiously, about to look through Xavier's bag when her foot knocked against something.
"What's this?" She knelt down, pushing the easel away and picking the abandoned canvas, leaning it against the wall on one of the tables to look at it better, she paused when she saw it, blushing at the intimate moment the canvas portrayed. It was them, them right now, Wednesday and Tara were with Enid, the three of them covered in blood and not minding at all, They were in the foreground, meanwhile Amber was in the back, staring at a painting. This very painting. She swallowed, her throat feeling dry all of a sudden. Her fingers twitched, and she reached for her knife, unsure if she should give into the thought of tearing the canvas apart, or keeping it locked away from her lovers, hiding it as a secret only for herself. Then, her hand after before she could truly decide, tearing through the canvas with ease, ripping through the tightly bound fabric and ruining the painting. There were splatters of blood on it, but she didn't care much about that, kicking it and stomping on the frame to make sure the damn thing was broken.
Amber continued until she felt like she was safe, turning to look at her loves and blinking owlishly at the looks she was given, before she noticed a beautiful charcoal drawing of Wednesday.
"Oh, I'm keeping that!"
Amber spun the cap of her beer in her hands, leaning back against Tara, who was sitting on a log above her. Amber grinned, her feet bare and sitting in the cold water.
"Come on Tar-Bear! Get in the water with me!" Amber giggled, looking at Tara, who seemed a little uncomfortable with the bottle in her hands. She hadn't even opened it and looked over to the Addams family, seeming surprised they were letting them drink.
"Are you sure it's a good idea Wends?" Enid was leaning against Wednesday, her bottle of beer empty and having fallen to the dirty sand, almost ending up in the water if Amber hadn't grabbed it in time.
"Of course it is, you shouldn't be surprised Xavier has been doing things like this. I didn't think stalking was his forte, but I've recently seen pieces of art he's made of me."
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I've Got To Make You MINE - TamberWenclair
FanficWednesday Addams was always a child of the forest. They'd spend hours among the trees, climbing, foraging, hunting. Their family always taught them to respect the spirits of the forest, to bow and say nothing of their name. But when the spirits know...
