"𝓘 𝓢𝓪𝔀 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭..." | Male Wednesday ✅

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As they sat down for breakfast, Adriana managed to catch her father before he was swept away into the whirlwind of surgeries that awaited him. "So, Dad, what did you think of the play?" she inquired eagerly. "Was it too much?"

Tom chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Not at all, sweetheart," he replied, his eyes twinkling with pride. "I've never seen anything more accurate in my life!" Adriana beamed at his response, a sense of satisfaction swelling within her. It was gratifying to know that her father appreciated the authenticity of their performance.

Tom took a sip of his coffee before continuing, "You and Pugsley really captured the intensity of those scenes. It was quite remarkable, actually."

Adriana's heart swelled with warmth at her father's praise. She had always admired his ability to remain composed in the face of blood and gore, and knowing that he appreciated their portrayal of such dramatic moments meant a great deal to her.

"Thanks, Dad," she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It means a lot coming from you."

Tom returned her smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of paternal pride and genuine admiration for his daughter's talent. As they finished their breakfast, they cleared the breakfast table, Tom glanced at Adriana, a curious expression on his face. "You and Wednesday seem to spend a lot of time together," he remarked casually, though his tone held a hint of curiosity.

Adriana paused, caught off guard by her father's observation. She hadn't realized that their dynamic had been so noticeable to others, especially to her own father. "Oh, uh, yeah," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant as she avoided meeting Tom's gaze directly. "We're just good friends, you know?"

Tom raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just friends, huh?" he echoed, his tone teasing. "You two certainly seem to have a lot in common."

Adriana felt her cheeks flush slightly, hoping her father wouldn't pick up on the underlying tension that often simmered between her and Wednesday. "Yeah, we do," she admitted, her voice softening as she thought about the enigmatic boy next door. "He's... different, but in a good way. I mean, he's always there when I need someone to talk to, and he gets me, you know?"

Tom nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on his daughter for a moment longer before he resumed his task of washing the dishes. When he finished and dried his hands with a dish towel, he asked, "Have you ever thought about dating him, or any boys in town?"

Adriana paused, considering her father's question carefully. It was one she hadn't really given much thought to before. "Honestly, Dad, it's never really crossed my mind," she admitted, her brows furrowing slightly as she spoke. "I mean, Wednesday and I have a great friendship, but I've never really thought about taking it further than that."

Tom nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he listened to his daughter's response. "That's okay, sweetheart," he reassured her, reaching out to pat her hand gently. "You're still young, and there's plenty of time to figure all of that out."

Adriana smiled gratefully at her father's words, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She appreciated his understanding and support, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

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Morticia Addams observed her son quietly as they worked in the greenhouse together, trimming the roses' heads off. She had asked for this time with Wednesday not to force him into her hobby, but rather for a chance to talk with him privately. Despite her subtle glances, she could see changes in him that even Wednesday himself might not have noticed.

As they continued their task, Morticia finally broached the topic she had been mulling over. "Wednesday, have you ever thought about your future?" she inquired, her voice soft but probing. Without missing a beat, Wednesday responded in his usual dry manner, "Done, serial killer." Morticia couldn't help but smile in pride at his dream, however, she was hoping for a more different answer.

"What about the romantic side of it?" she pressed gently, noticing the slight shift in Wednesday's demeanor. He paused, his expression becoming more contemplative as he considered her question. Morticia could sense his uncertainty, realizing that the idea of romance may not have crossed his mind before.

"What do you mean?" Wednesday finally asked, his voice betraying a hint of curiosity. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from her son, and Morticia knew she needed to tread carefully as they delved into this new territory together.

Morticia paused, carefully choosing her words. "I mean, have you ever thought about... relationships? With girls, perhaps?" she ventured, studying Wednesday's reaction closely.

Wednesday's brow furrowed slightly as he mulled over his mother's question. Romance was a concept that had never held much interest for him before. He had always been more preoccupied with his own peculiar interests and the macabre pursuits that fascinated him. But now, he found himself considering it in a new light.

"I suppose I haven't given it much thought," Wednesday admitted, his tone thoughtful. "There's never been anyone who's... worthy of the time."

Morticia nodded, understanding her son's perspective. "It will come in time, my dear," she reassured him, reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. "Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it."

Wednesday absorbed his mother's words, a faint hint of uncertainty lingering in his eyes. He wasn't sure what the future held in terms of romantic entanglements, but for now, he was content to focus on his own pursuits and the close bonds he shared with his family.

Morticia's gaze softened as she continued, "And what about Adriana? She seems to occupy much of your time lately."

Wednesday paused, considering his response carefully. Adriana had indeed become a significant presence in his life, her friendship proving to be both intriguing and comforting in equal measure. "Adriana is... different," he admitted, choosing his words deliberately. "We share a certain... connection."

Morticia observed her son's expression, sensing the depth of his feelings for Adriana, even if he wasn't fully aware of them himself. "She is a lovely girl," she remarked gently. "Perhaps there is more to your relationship than you realize."

Wednesday raised an eyebrow at his mother's suggestion. "What do you mean?" he inquired, slightly mad with himself that he had repeated the same question twice.

Morticia smiled knowingly. "Just remember, my dear, that sometimes the most unexpected connections can lead to the most extraordinary adventures," she said cryptically, leaving Wednesday to ponder her words as he continued snipping the roses head off.