Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Wenclair x Y/n (Omegaverse)

Requested by @bibitchonmf

Summary: "Wednesday and Enid both hate that Bianca's scent is on you every time you hang out with her. They are both highly possessive, dominant alphas and want to keep you as theirs all the time." 

A/N: This original request had specifics on Wednesday and Enid's features. I will list them below in a moment. This requests also asked I make Wednesday intersex and I have decided not to do it because I found it a little complicated to warp into the story. Secondly the smut is only ever a lime. So please enjoy the limes I have written instead. 

Wednesday:-  Black Hair. Black Eyes. 6'3ft. Calls Y/n Mia Cara. 

Enid:- Blonde Hair. Baby Blue eyes. 6'8ft. Calls Y/n Butterfly. 

Both Enid and Wednesday are G!P (I forgot to add this in earlier. My apologies.)

This world was made off a hierarchy of ranks. You had the Alphas, the top of the food chain. The Betas were neutral and calm in the midst of the storm. Omega's, the lowest rank, were weaker by nature and lacked a dominating demeanour. Deltas rank below the alpha but higher than the beta; they are similar to the top dog but have less aggressive traits. Then lastly, you had Sigma, they were a socially dominant omega, the kind to challenge an alpha, even though biologically they were weaker and would never win a fight. 

Everyone had a chance of requiring a mate, the Lunar goddess was kind to her pups and had allowed a thing called 'the mate' bond to be a community among the living. It was this strong feeling you got for another werewolf when you first saw them, this instinctual urge to stick next to them no matter what, even through thick and thin. However, sometimes it was hard to find your mate, so there came a small cheat code in the form of a 'mate mark'. It was like a tattoo that could appear anywhere on your body, and if someone had a matching one to yours, they were your mate. 

It was as simple as that. Yet of course, this wouldn't be Earth if there weren't some complications. Even if everyone was destined to have a mate, whether that'd be in the stages of your early life or later on. Some people were impatient, others had stronger biological urges that needed a release, so sometimes Alphas hooked up with Omegas who hadn't found their mate yet, leading to complicated feelings of fondness for someone who wasn't theirs. Or some Alphas and Sigmas took one sniff of an Omega in heat and believed they had a right to claim that scent for their own. 

Omegas were sweet, docile creatures. Friendly and nurturing to everyone around them. That was the natural demeanour of them, at least. Not all were timid, some were outgoing, energetic, upbeat and social. Others were like country mice, keeping hidden in the straws of hay and only letting a select few into their nesting grounds. Their heat always smelled... sweet, some like flowers, others like a fresh pastry hot out of the oven. 

Each rank had a specific scent; the stronger you were, the muskier you came off as. The weaker you were, the fainter you smelled. The Sigmas, which were usually male Omegas, had a very light scent, barely registerable unless you were standing right next to one. Betas had a more grounding fragrance, the kind you'd seek shelter in on a cold, rainy night. Alpha's overpowered everyone; one alpha in a room of the lower ranks could easily clear the small space and leave lingering effects in the mouth of a lower rank. 

You were given the role of an omega. You weren't really sure who your parents were or what ranks they were as you were left on the doorstep of the Addams family mansion when you were an infant. 

Morticia and Gomez took you in like their own, raised you on the joys of the macabre and the way of the sinister pleasures they found domesticated happiness in. You knew from a young age you weren't their biological daughter; there was that whole scent thing mentioned earlier. Yes, even though you had grown up in the large, gothic manor, you had acquired their scent over time. But from a young age, you always remembered smelling... different, like you didn't belong there.