𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝕻𝖊𝖙: 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖝 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader
Prompt: Wednesday plans to get back at some students that were bullying her best friend/crush y/n, but when Wednesday's revenge plan turns out for the worst, her and y/n's friendship are put to the test.

Wednesday's pov
It's 3:30 pm on a Thursday. Rain was coming down from the sky, the sun was nowhere to be seen, and barely anyone was outside today. To me this was a perfect day, well almost perfect at least.

The only flaw in this day is that y/n is currently crying in my arms, retching and struggling to say coherent words. Apparently some lowlife cretins at school were bullying them, which of course I don't expect any less from people, let alone self centered clowns that put themselves in a higher category than everyone else because of their economic class and status. Comforting wasn't my strong suit, and although I most definitely am not the type to coddle someone I do feel a sense of.....empathy towards y/n. I never thought I'd say this to myself or care enough about other people's problems, but y/n made me feel things, things I would've scoffed at before and even felt a bit nauseous by, but now it was something that made the adrenaline rush in my body, something I yearned for like a roaring fire needed to be put out. I love how nervous y/n is, I used to hate it but overtime it grew on me and I found admiration at y/n's obedience and ignorance, how they'd' often worship and adore me, sticking beside me no matter how hard I pushed them away, seeing how loyal y/n was made me fixated on them. Y/n was like a pet, I always wanted one of those.

"Don't worry mi amor, they won't hurt you again" I said, my fingers rubbing circles on y/n's back. I could feel y/n's hands around my waist as they breathed heavily, choking out a "thank you" feeling their distress, I rubbed my fingers through their hair and kissed the top of their head.

Y/n's pov

One day I saw Wednesday handing out flyers to my bullies, it was rumored to be about a party... which was weird. She never threw parties at all since she never liked anyone around her that wasn't her family or me, plus even if she did I can imagine they were the last human beings she'd ever want at her party, she hated those types of people often looking down at them at every chance she had. I was utterly confused, but whenever I asked Wednesday about it she would just ignore me, leading me to believe this was probably at her parents request.

The days turned into weeks, and the whispers grew quieter. The bullies had all but disappeared, and an eerie silence fell over the school. No one talked about what had happened to them, but I knew. I had read it in the newspaper, hidden in the back of the library where no one else would find it. A mysterious fire had consumed the abandoned building where they had last been seen, leaving no survivors. The article mentioned a strange party invitation, but no names, no leads. The town was in a state of horror-stricken shock, but I couldn't shake the suspicion that it was all too convenient.

One evening, as the shadows grew long, I found myself standing in front of the Addams' mansion, my heart racing in my chest. I had to know the truth. I had to confront her. I barged in, the heavy door groaning on its hinges, and found her in her room, surrounded by her usual macabre decorations. The room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside, everything in its place, a silent shrine to her darkness.

"Wednesday," I said, my voice trembling with accusation and fear. "What did you do?"

Her head snapped up, and she looked at me with a mix of surprise and annoyance. "What makes you think it was me?" she replied, her tone as flat as the pages of a closed book. But I could see the flicker of something in her eyes, a hint of satisfaction that betrayed her.

Ignoring her question, I pressed on, "I know it was you. I read about the fire in the newspaper. "That's why you threw that party for them, right?"

Wednesday's expression remained unchanged as she set down her book. "They got what they deserved," she said simply, not bothering to deny it. "They were meaningless in this life, and they brought only pain to yours."

I stared at her, my heart racing. "But you can't just-"

"They hurt you," she interrupted, her voice low and dangerous. "They enjoyed your fear. They didn't deserve to exist in the same world as you."

Her words hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating the last vestiges of doubt within me. "But you can't just decide who lives or dies," I protested, my voice small and lost in the vastness of her conviction.

Wednesday's gaze was unwavering, her eyes piercing through my soul. "They were already dead, to me," she said, her voice as sharp as the blade she often kept hidden in her stocking. "And now they are to everyone else."

Panic began to set in as the gravity of the situation dawned on me. "What have you done?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my chest.

Wednesday's expression softened slightly, her eyes studying me with a hint of curiosity. "I protected what's mine," she said, stepping closer. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. "And you are mine, aren't you?"

Her hand reached out, and before I could react, she cupped my cheek, the coolness of her touch sending a shiver down my spine. The intensity in her gaze was unnerving, a stark contrast to the calmness of her voice. "You don't have to be scared anymore," she whispered. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Her words were like a serpent's embrace, comforting yet suffocating. "But what about the police?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "What if they find out?"

Wednesday's lips curled into a smug smile. "Don't worry," she said, her tone as smooth as silk. "There's nothing to find. I've taken care of it all."

I tried to pull away, but she was too fast, too strong. Her grip tightened, and before I knew it, she had produced a set of handcuffs from the folds of her black dress. My wrists were bound together in an instant, the metal cold and unyielding against my skin. Panic began to set in as I realized the extent of her obsession.

"You're not leaving," she said, her voice a mix of sweetness and steel. "Not until you understand."

Understand what? That she had killed for me? That she had taken the law into her own hands to rid the world of the people who had brought me pain? I struggled against the handcuffs, my eyes wide with horror. This wasn't the friendship I had signed up for. This was madness.

Although my hands were handcuffed I bolted towards the door, but as soon as I did the doors immediately locked shut, keeping me in with no way out. I was persistent though, still trying to fidget with the doorknob with my handcuffed hands.

"Wednesday, you can't keep me here," I protested, my voice shaking. "What if my parents-"

"Your parents won't miss you," she cut me off, her tone cold and unfeeling. "You're always at school, or here. They won't suspect a thing."

The words hit me like a sledgehammer, and I stared at her, unable to believe what she was saying. "What do you mean?" I choked out, my heart racing.

Wednesday's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration crossing her otherwise stoic features. "They're always too busy with their own lives to care about you," she said, her voice dripping with accusation. "They don't deserve you."

I felt a knot form in my stomach, a twisted mix of anger and fear. "That's not true," I managed to say, though the words sounded weak even to my own ears.

"Oh, but it is," she said, her voice low and persuasive. "But now you're with me, and I will never let anyone hurt you again. You're mine, and I'll keep you safe."

Her words were a blend of disbelief and terror, and as she leaned in to kiss my cheek, I felt a coldness seep into my bones. It was a gesture of ownership, not affection, and it made my skin crawl. I tried to pull away, but the handcuffs held firm.

"Wednesday, please," I begged, the panic in my voice palpable. "You're scaring me."

Her smile grew wider, a chilling sight in the dimly lit room. "Good," she said. "Because fear is what keeps people in line."

I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs dig into my skin as I tried to free myself. "Let me go," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "You can't do this."

Wednesday's smile never faltered. "I already have," she said, her voice as cold as the metal that bound me. "You're mine now, forever."

Wednesday then hugged me without warning with her arms aggressively wrapped around me, whispering in my ear "I always wanted a pet," she said as she continued hugging me tightly. I panicked wondering what she had meant by that and how she could see me in such a demeaning way.