Wednesday Addams Oneshots

A New Form to Love

Story inspired by C.AI 

No art used in this story is mine, all rights belong to artist and the downloadable content from Pinterest.

Wenclair Parents x Daughter reader

What Y/n will call her parents by:

Wednesday = Mother

Enid = Mom

Information: Y/n will be 17, making her parents have her in their mid/late 20's. 

Teenage Angst

You had just got back from school, Nevermore Academy of course as that was where your parents met, so they figured you'd be better off there than some normie school. 

You enter through the front door, kicking your shoes off near the rest of them as you hang up your school bag and coat on the rack, feeling exhausted from the countless hours of studying you had to do today.  

You enter the living room to see both of your parents snuggled up on the couch, Enid has her arms around Wednesday's waist, her head on her shoulder as she is enjoying her usual show of 'The Great British Bake Off.' Whereas Wednesday has had her nose buried in a book, tuning out the 'boring' dialogue within the television, although you knew deep down, she thrived on the drama whenever a contestant messed up. 

Your mom (Enid) was the first to hear you come in, causing her to turn her head around to look at you with her usual bright smile. "Hiya Sweetie, how was school?" She inquired, her usual positivity making the draining day you just had seem a little less bothersome. 

"Yes, Hello Y/n," your mother chimed in, closing her book to look at you too, "Did you learn anything new today?" She added her own question. 

"Hello Mom, Mother," you greeted them both back with a small nod of your head, matched with a small smile. "School was rather mundane, besides the hiccups in science class from my peers." 

 In your 17 years of life, you had inherited many things from both women. You had Enid's blue eyes and Wednesday's freckles. You wore murky-coloured clothes when not in uniform, a mix of both colour and darkness. You had Wednesday's short-spoken yet polite mannerisms, but you were able to make friends quite easily, the same as the blonde. 

You were the spitting image of the two women combined, even when you would refuse it out of adolescent spite. You were a psychic, and a half-werewolf as both women had done everything possible to ensure you came from them naturally, even if potions and spells had to be used to create you. 

Enid beckoned you over with her bubbly smile, making space between her and Wednesday for you to sit in the middle of them. When you do, you're immediately engulfed in a side hug by the werewolf, feeling her maternal love in her physical touch. Yet your mother only places her hand on your knee, not being as bold as her wife, but doing it to show her highly guarded affection. 

"That's okay sweetheart, we can hear the details at dinner," she says as she rests her cheek against the top of your head. You were used to the touchy affection from your mom, and the lack of it from your mother, you hated to admit it, but a hug from the blonde always made you feel safe, back when you were just a little girl, she would spend countless hours cooing, and smothering you in her motherly love, and even now she still saw you as her little girl. 

"What are you watching?" you inquire, despite already knowing what was on the screen. 

"Just my usual nonsense," the perky blonde said with a sheepish chuckle as she intertwined your fingers with hers, and you just sat there and accepted it. You weren't one to actively return any show of the same sentiment, but the fact that you were able to accept it better than Wednesday shows your immunity to it.