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JUST A LITTLE BITE
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pairing: vampire fem!reader x wednesday addams
summary: Y/N, a vampire, returns to wednesday addams' dorm after a day out, sensing her girlfriend's hidden frustration at being apart. as Y/N teases wednesday about her vampire nature, they share playful intimacy through biting. their connection deepens, revealing wednesdayâs vulnerability and desire, ultimately strengthening their bond in the shadows.
warnings: mentions of light bitting, vamprism, blood play.
It had been a long day out with my friends, filled with laughter and sunlight, both of which always seemed a little too bright for my liking. As a vampire, I thrived in the dark, where the shadows embraced me like an old friend. But today had been different. I wanted to enjoy life outside my usual midnight escapades, if only for a while. Still, all I could think about was getting back to her.
As I stepped into the dimly lit hallway of Nevermore Academy, a chill ran down my spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation. I moved silently, my footsteps barely making a sound against the polished floor. Wednesday Addamsâ dorm room was just a few doors down, and I could feel an inexplicable pull toward her, one that always seemed to intensify the longer I was away.
I pushed open the door, the hinges creaking softly. The room was just as I remembered it: dark, cluttered with peculiar artifacts and a hint of the macabre. Wednesday was sitting on her bed, a book sprawled open in front of her, but her eyes were glued to the window, lost in thought.
âHey,â I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She turned slowly, her expression unreadable. âYou took your time,â she replied, her tone flat but with an undercurrent of something deeper.
I could sense it immediately. There was a heaviness in the air, a tension that I recognized well. Wednesday often masked her emotions behind a veneer of indifference, but I could see through it. âDid you miss me?â I asked, trying to keep the teasing light.
âHardly,â she retorted, but her eyes flickered with something that felt like longing.
I moved closer, noting the way she shifted slightly, an unconscious invitation. âYou know itâs not the same without you,â I said softly, my gaze locking onto hers. âI hate being away from you.â
For a moment, I thought I saw a flash of vulnerability in her dark eyes, but she quickly masked it with her usual stoicism. âWell, youâre back now. Thatâs all that matters.â
I perched on the edge of her bed, the tension between us palpable. âYou donât have to pretend with me, Wednesday. I can sense how you feel.â
Her lips twitched, but she suppressed a smile. âYou canât always read me like an open book, Y/N.â
âMaybe not, but I know you well enough to tell when youâre upset.â I leaned in closer, catching the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with something uniquely her. âWhatâs really bothering you?â
She paused, her gaze drifting to the book in front of her, avoiding my eyes. âI just... donât like being ignored,â she said, the faintest hint of frustration creeping into her voice.
I reached out, brushing my fingers against hers. âYou werenât ignored, I just needed some time out. But Iâm here now.â I hesitated for a moment before adding, âAnd I think you secretly love it when I bite you.â
A smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she quickly suppressed it, her facade slipping momentarily. âI donât âloveâ anything,â she said, but I could hear the teasing lilt in her tone.
âSure, keep telling yourself that.â I leaned closer, my fangs grazing her neck. She shivered slightly, and I could see the rush of excitement in her dark eyes.
âY/N,â she murmured, her voice a mix of annoyance and thrill. âYouâre insufferable.â
âMaybe, but you enjoy it.â I brushed my lips against her skin, just above where my fangs would pierce. I could feel her heartbeat quicken, a rhythm that matched my own in a way that was both intoxicating and terrifying.
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â she replied, but the breathiness in her voice betrayed her.
âThen let me show you.â I pressed my fangs against her neck, teasingly light, just enough to make her breath hitch. I could feel the tension in her body, the way she leaned into me, craving that small bit of pain mingled with pleasure.
âJust a little bite,â I whispered, allowing myself the indulgence of sinking my fangs into her skin for the briefest moment. The taste of her blood was warm and inviting, and I pulled back, a satisfied smile on my lips. âSee? Not so bad.â
Wednesdayâs expression shifted, her usual stoic demeanor faltering as she tried to regain control. âYouâre a menace,â she said, though her eyes sparkled with something darker, something that told me she wanted more.
I couldnât help but chuckle, feeling a surge of warmth at the sight of her struggle to maintain her composure. âMaybe, but you like me just the way I am.â
âPerhaps,â she said, feigning nonchalance, but her gaze betrayed her interest. âYouâre certainly not boring.â
âGlad to hear it.â I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her cool skin. âAnd youâre definitely not boring either.â
She leaned into my touch, and for a moment, the distance between us vanished. I could feel the weight of her longing, the unspoken words hanging in the air. âWhat are we doing, Y/N?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled, my heart racing. âWhatever we want. As long as youâre with me.â
For the first time, Wednesdayâs defenses seemed to crack just a bit. She smiled, a small, genuine smile that made my heart flutter. âThen letâs not waste any more time.â
#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x reader#imagine#gxg#wlw#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x you#wednesday netflix#vampire wednesday#Spotify
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Wenclair au where Wednesday barely survived in killing Crackstone. The only way to save her was for Yoko to turn her into a Vampire.
Just an excuse to give us the Vampire!Wednesday and Lycan Enid romance we all desire.
Also bonus points for forcing Wednesday and Yoko to get along lol
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The vampire bites the Physic
Wednesday Addams x vampire!reader
(Requested)
Warnings: blood, injury, stabbing (yeah!)
âNo!â
You scream, the power of your words scratching the back of your throat like it were the dagger thrusted into Wednesday.
you can smell the blood before you see it
Crackstone twists the blade with a grin. You can hear the sickening tear of Wednesdayâs flesh. Your want to run to her side, protect your girlfriend. Yet, the way your mouth waters at the scarlet, stained, school-shirt reveals how much of a danger you are right now.
Laurel Gates strides over to you, a silver dagger in her hand. You know she is going to kill you, plunge it into your heart while wearing that cruel, psychotic smirk.
âStop,â
Crackstone hisses, his semi-rotten voice box doing little to aid his speech
âLet the leach finish of Goody Addams. â
The cuffs around your wrists are suddenly released, causing you to fall onto your knees. As well as smelling Wednesdayâs, you feel your own blood flowing down the side of your head. A result of the beating you had suffered. You hear Wednesday slip to the floor, amazed she hadnât yet screamed out.
âBye Bye Wednesday.â
Laurel giggles, tailing Crackstone out of the Crypt. You crawl to the goths side, ignoring the way your chest burns with hunger. When you reach her, you lean against the pillar, exhausted by the pain from your own attack and the hunger flowing through your veins.
âYour going to be alright Wednesday.â
âIs your vampiric Vision impaired? Iâm dying!â
You attempt to chuckle but the hunger that is making your vision scarlet and tightening your throat, makes the sound come out as more of a hiss. Youâve learnt to push the hunger down, and continue on with the day, but with more and more of Wednesdays blood flowing from the wound, it becomes increasingly difficult.
âI should put pressure on it, right?â
You manage to force out of your mouth, the words strangled but hopefully understandable. Wednesday doesnât say anything.
You quickly crawl to your knees, placing your hands over the wound and pushing down hard. The goths face scrunches up in momentary pain. You smile, trying to help as much as you can
but then you look down.
Her blood flows over your fingers, decorating your skin a dark, red. You breath catches in your burning chest, your eyes fading into a dark, deep scarlet. You can not hear Wednesday speaking to you, trapped in your own hungry thoughts, before her hand wraps weakly around yours.
âI can read your face as if you were one of my murder novels, I find your intentions humorous.â
She mumbles, a tiny smile on her face, which is somehow growing paler than it usually is. You look back to the wound, your fingers have unintentionally curved slightly into it.
âProceed Y/L/N.â
Wednesday mutters, your head snapping towards her face once more. You want to argue, to resist but the single, weak, curt nod she gives you is enough to make your shove away any form of doubt.
You carefully lean forward, your heart flutters as Wednesday lifts her head slightly, allowing you full access to her throat. You brush her messy hair away, unable to fully understand what you are doing. That is, until your lips press against her cool skin. You can feel her heart beat slowing with every second and suddenly, you know what you need to do.
You pull away, ignoring the confused look on Wednesdays face at your action. You place both hands on the Handel of the blade, forcing back your hunger as much as possible.
âThis is going to hurt.â
You say, before yanking the dagger out of her body. You hear her hiss, see her eyes close and perhaps imagine a tear hiding beneath her eye lid. You bring your wrist to your mouth, tearing your fangs hastily into it before bringing it over her wound.
You allow a few drops of your blood to fall into hers before bringing your wrist up to her mouth.
âAre you going to turn me.â
You shake your head, you would need to drain her completely for that, and have a few candles and a spell book around. Wednesday manages to open her mouth slightly, enough to allow the blood from your own bite to fall into her mouth. You pull away, crouching beside her as her heart slows to a stop-
Suddenly she sits up, gasping for air. She looks at the palm of her hand before feeling her forehead, searching for the wounds your blood has now healed.
âYour a vampire, how is this possible?â
âThe curse of being awesome Wednesday.â
You mutter, lying back against the pillar as Wednesday runs out, going to save Nevermore
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
âYou alright Wednesday?â You ask, watching as she paces around in her empty side of the room. Her stuff is still gone and her bed has been made with plain white sheets, nothing smells like her anymore, it feels so unfamiliar. She continues to paceâŚ
âWednesday, Crackstone is gone! Laurel is dead! What has gotten your pigtails in a twist?â
She pauses briefly to throw a sharp glare at you before continuing her pacing. You sigh, realising that calling her name again was useless. So you stand up, walk over to her and place both your hands firmly on her shoulders
âWhat are you doing Y/n?â
She demands, turning slowly with a scowl on her face. She is met with one of your cocky grins.
âCome one Wednesday! What is bothering you?â
Your voice bounces with playfulness, an attempt at calming the obviously adrenaline rushed girl. Wednesday pauses and you can see the way her jaw tightens as she decides whether to tell you the truth
âY/nâ
She finally says, looking up slightly to meet your bright eyes. There was something missing, she noticing, realising that she disliked the lack of burning, scarlet hunger. There was something about that side of you, a killer, someone who could match how dangerous she herself was, that she found incredibly beautiful
âLast night, at the Crypt-â
âIf your gonna ask how I healed you, I honestly have no idea myself. Somewhere down the line I had a wizard for a great, great grandfather or something.â
Wednesday waits until you are finished, deciding the best way to ask is directly (as usual)
âWould you have bitten me.â
It sounds more like a statement but the words are enough to make you freeze. You hate the way your eyes snap to her throat, and you know for certain that she saw the short action.
âIs my blood that tempting for you?â
She asks, stepping closer, deep eyes never leaving yours. You swallow nervously, your hands feeling suddenly very sweaty.
âYeah, you are.â
Another step, her head tilts upward for you. Instinctively, you brush her pigtail over her shoulder, finger carefully trailing her jugular. Wednesday watches as your glowing eyes darken into that scarlet and she adores the way they look into her own.
âSorry, I should have my sunglasses o-â
She cuts you off by pressing her lips to your, the gentleness of the action surprises you but soon you are kissing back, hand grasping her throat as if it were a life line.
You pull her by her shoulder, guiding her over to her bed, making her sit down on the edge of it. You decide to sit behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.
âI assume you are going to bite then?â
She questions, her usually monotone voice sounder so much sweeter now. Your lips press against her cool skin, feeling the light shiver that ripples through her body at your touch. You can both hear and feel her heart beating and feel the warmth of her blood. It is all too tempting
You bite down, fangs breaking through the soft skin as if it were nothing. You feel Wednesday stiffen and lean backwards into you as you begin to drink. Her blood the most incredible you had ever tasted. Your hand grasps the other side of her head, tilting her further to the side to give you better access. No other blood would compare to this, no oneâs and nothings.
When you finally tear your head from her throat, she turns around, kissing you again and no doubt tasting her blood on your lips.
You fall back against her bed, head sinking into her pillow. Your surprised, nearly shocked when Wednesday lies beside you, your hands touching each other lightly.
âWe are going to do this again? Right?â
She doesnât hesitate with her answer, and moves her head a centimetre to look into those scarlet eyes once more
âYes, Mon Cher, we willâ
#Wednesday x vampire#jenna ortega#wednesday#wednesday addams x reader#enid sinclair#fanfiction#wednesday addams#vampire#requests#Vampire Wednesday#vampire bites
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đ§đź VAMPIRES + SUNGLASSES đ Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997) Twilight (2008) Only Lovers Left Alive (2013) Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) Near Dark (1987) The Twilight Saga: New Moon (2009) The Hunger (1983) Wednesday (2022-) Interview with the Vampire (2022-)
#vampires#buffy the vampire slayer#iwtv#twilight#wednesday#only lovers left alive#interview with the vampire#bram stoker's dracula#near dark#new moon#the hunger#robert pattinson#david bowie#catherine deneuve#assad zaman#sam reid#jacob anderson#james marsters#ashley greene#tom hiddleston#tilda swinton#filmedit#filmgifs#moviegifs#movieedit#tv shows#tvgifs#tvandfilm#television#tuserlivia
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dubai trio + cunty glasses
#queer friend groups at 10pm on a wednesday:#interview with the vampire#iwtvedit#iwtv spoilers#louis de pointe du lac#armand#daniel molloy
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#Velcome to Vampire Vednesday!#vatch your step#vampire#vampires#Dracula#Bram Stoker#Wednesday#bat#bats#blah blah blah
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Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.

#goth#goth girl#goth aesthetic#witchblr#dark aesthetic#dark academia#gothic#cara mia#wednesday addams#the addams family#morticia addams#gomez and morticia#lovers#couple#black girl magic#gomez addams#victorian gothic#vampire#vampire goth#vampyr
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Halloween Girls
- Elvira (Elvira,Mistress of the Dark) - Morticia Addams (Addams Family) - Miss Eva Ernst (The Witches) - Lydia Deetz (BeetleJuice) - Jane, Alexandra and Sukie (The Witches of Eastwick) - Winifred, Mary and Sarah Sanderson (Hocus Pocus) - Nancy, Sarah, Bonnie and Rochelle (The Craft) - Gillian and Sally Owens (Practical Magic) - Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) - Morgana Pendragon (Merlin) - Regina Mills/Evil Queen (Once Upon a Time) - Maleficent (Maleficent) - Vanessa Ives (Penny Dreadful) - Yennefer de Vengerberg (The Witcher) - Sabrina Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) - Lilith/Madam Satan (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) - Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe) - Agatha Harkness (Marvel Cinematic Universe) - Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) - Delores (Beetlejuice Beetlejuice)
#elvira#mistress of the dark#the addams family#morticia addams#bettlejuice#the witcher#lydia deetz#hocus pocus#the craft#practical magic#buffy the vampire slayer#buffy summers#bbc merlin#morgana#evil queen#regina mills#once upon a time#maleficent#disney#penny dreadful#marvel cinematic universe#wanda maximoff#wandavision#agatha harkness#agatha all along#wednesday addams#sabrina spellman#chilling adventures of sabrina#halloween
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oh honey i have rewatching capabilities you couldnât dream of
#i need hjalp#good omens#dead boy detectives#the sandman#doctor who#star trek#spn#supernatural#interview with the vampire#stranger things#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#bbc sherlock#anime#ofmd#our flag means death#ourgoodshadows#superwholock#hannibal#save hannibal#lockwood and co#lockwood netflix#locke and key#doom patrol#jessica jones#ducktales#the umbrella academy#wednesday netflix
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⼠pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!vampire!Reader
⼠wc: 3,7k
⼠summary: Wednesday had taken the initiative to surprise you with an date evening together. You, however, were nowhere to be found, and the loss of your presence made Wednesday miss you threw a wrench into her carefully thought out plans. Unacceptable.
⼠warnings: terrible, entirely self-indulgent writing. lots of swapping between povs
⼠a/n: thank you to my wonderful beta readers! your efforts and input were much appreciated xx
It was late at night when you hauled yourself up your balcony and finally made it through your window. One glance at the grandfather clock read 1:46 am; okay, you thought, grimacing, so itâs early morning the next day, Saturday. Great.
Under normal circumstances, the halls would have been abuzz with secret parties and sleepovers to welcome the weekend, starting Friday night. Due to your busy exam week, even the few students who had the energy to celebrate on Friday were now in their rooms, trying to recuperate some of their lost sleep and accumulated exhaustion. It seemed you were the only one awake on school grounds now. You wouldâve been more appreciative about this if you werenât so worn out yourself.
Your shoes squelched with each step you took further into your bedroom, and the sensation of the cold water pooling in your soles made you cringe and shudder with discomfort.Â
A wide puddle from your jacket, heavy and drenched with rainwater, formed beneath you. You peeled it off, cursing it beneath your breath as you did, so much for a raincoat. You did nothing to protect me from the unforgiving elements. You tossed it through your bathroom door and into your bathtub to wring out later, revealing your equally soaked-through second layer. Being thoroughly wet from the rain made the ever-present coldness in your bones seep even more profound, almost freezing. Your bloodstained shirt, jeans, and, finally, your boots followed swiftly, hitting the tub with a booming thud.Â
Most of that outfit is ruined for good, you mused as you pulled a clean hoodie over your head, too exhausted to wash up properly, but that's a problem for future me.Â
For a moment, you considered your reflection in the mirror. The only light in your room was that of the moon, illuminating the centre of your chambers with its phantasmal glow. Beyond the centre, however, pitch black consumed the room. Shadows cast by the furniture stretched and bent around you in strange shapes, enveloping you with their cold and unforgiving embrace.Â
You sighed quietly, the serenity of the night like the comfort of a dear friend, and some of the tension you amassed from the day lifted from your shoulders.Â
Despite the darkness, the dried blood on your hands and the specks on your face were visible to you. With your hunger sated, the smell of the blood was no longer appetising. Instead, something in the pit of your stomach churned, disgust curling your lips as you scraped the crust off your knuckles.Â
âWelcome home.âÂ
You heard the voice before you saw the person, which was especially impressive when considering your perfect vision in total darkness and inhuman auditory capabilities. The magnitude of this accomplishment ended as soon as you considered who the culprit was. If any human could sneak up on a vampire, it would be her.
An unnatural warmth bloomed from the cavity in your chest at the thought, something akin to pride, spreading like wildfire to your extremities.
The figure shifted from the farthest corner of your room, rising from the leather chair behind your desk. It took shape as it moved through the shadows slowly and deliberately. The form that stood before you had the appearance of the most darling earthly creature in all the realmsâyour ultimate weakness. If you had a heart, it would have leapt straight out of your chest and into Wednesdayâs hands.Â
Oh, how youâd missed those reproachful eyes.Â
âWell, hello.â You greeted them with disgraceful breathiness and glimmering eyes, âMy beloved blood drop, you should be in bed.â
If looks could kill, you wouldâve been six feet under already. As Wednesday stared you down, the thought that she would not entirely be against driving a stake through your heart crossed your mind. Again. It was undoubtedly her go-to threat for swift correction, and she always kept hers on hand. So cute.
âDonât tell me what to do,â Wednesday said tersely, ignoring how your stupid nickname caused a hitch in her breath. You did not react. Wise. âYou missed classes today. Where were you?âÂ
âHunting,â was the only reply you could muster as you gazed upon her with that sickeningly tender look.Â
Wednesdayâs hands clenched into fists at her side, nostrils flaring almost unnoticeably. Thatâs it? Thatâs all you had to say?Â
Wednesday couldnât quite describe the wretched emotions that drove her to madness throughout the day; too many had happened too fast for her, but she cut you an affronted glare all the same. At the end of the day, the fact was that youâd thrown her wildly off balance with your sudden shift in routine. You forced her to notice your absence. But worst of all, you made her feel and werenât there to help her deal with those strange and overwhelming emotions.Â
Now, she was standing before you, and those unbearable feelings continued.Â
That was simply unacceptable.
âYouâŚâ Wednesday stopped and pursed her lips, her gaze sliding from your eyes to roam across your face. Sheâd spent the better part of the night sitting alone in the shadows of your room, going over all the creative ways to make you regret abandoning her for a whole day with those idiots you called friends. Still, she had failed to mull over how to ask her interrogative questions without sounding so damn needy. You didnât deserve to hear how desperate she was to see you.Â
Not yet, anyway.Â
âYou failed to notify me of your absence today,â she gritted between clenched teeth. Her eyes, black as obsidian, bore into yours unflinchingly through her lashes. âI-You were supposed to be there, yet you left me alone with all of them.â
There was an edge of irritability to Wednesdayâs tone, which became even more apparent by her rigid stance and the unusually rapid drum of her heart. Still, something was just under the surface that you couldnât quite place. Her brows met with the tiniest crinkle, her lips set straight. She tilted her head the slightest bit, chin angled upâher eyes a raging fire.
That atrocious flip-flopping in your belly returned with the vengeance of a dozen bats wreaking havoc in your rib cage.
âI know.â You eventually acknowledged her words with an apologetic smile. You dared to rub circles over her crossed arms with a feather-light touch. Thankfully, she didnât attempt to hack off your hand (this time). The lack of Wednesday in your day and the space between you was abysmal and all-consuming and had obviously taken its toll on you. You needed to feel Wednesdayâs warmth against you or feared you might disintegrate right where you stood.Â
âI didnât anticipate needing to go hunting today,â you continued, filing those alarming desires away for inspection later. âIt just⌠happened. I had that ravenous hunger when I awoke; the blood bags did nothing to satiate it. I needed to feed from something raw and unprocessed as soon as possible.â Your fang caught on your lip, brows furrowed.Â
A hungry vampire loose at a school would have been catastrophic. No matter how annoying, those students were your friends, not food. Even worse was the possibility that you could have hurt Wednesday. You shivered; the idea that you were merely one wrong decision away from being responsible for something so horrific froze you from the inside out with a bitter coldness not even death could match.
As you explained, Wednesday took an imperceptible step closer, pressing more of herself into the weight of your hand as her eyes studied you again from head to toe. She was undeniably seething, but her eyes had softened. She knew the exact moment it happened because the emotions that had driven her for most of the day, which were as robust and tumultuous as the ocean, gave way to an equally strong sense of unease.
Wednesdayâs brain computed your unspoken concern. She hated how fast she deflated at the flash of fear that crossed your eyes. You were never easily frightened, less so than herself, so seeing that agitation on your face made the pit of her stomach heavy with lead.Â
Wednesdayâs hand shot out to fist the front of your shirt, effectively breaking you out of that train wreck of a notion before you could truly get lost going down that path. She yanked you down close enough that your noses brushed, with so much force you would have knocked into her if it werenât for your vampiric reflexes. She ignored your small huff of complaint and cupped your jaw sternly, thumb stroking the dried flecks of blood from your cheeks with uncharacteristic care.Â
A stray thought wandered into Wednesdayâs mind as she regarded you, something wholly distracting involving the sight of you with the blood of your prey still on your body and the elongated fangs still peeking out between your teeth, further proof of your successful kill and your capabilities as a top predator. She forced the thought away with a slight shake of her head.
âYou should have told me.â Wednesdayâs palm flattened over your cheek, her eyes glinting. Her voice had lost its edge as she closed the space between your bodies, stressing, âI would have helped.âÂ
You shook your head immediately, pulling a frown from Wednesdayâs lips.
âI know,â you murmured, pulling her hand from your cheek to lace your fingers through hers. You delivered a kiss to the slender fingers, and the tender gesture pulled an involuntary shiver from Wednesday, her traitorous body spiking with heat that crawled up her neck. âI know you would have helped if Iâd told you, Wednesday, but I couldnât risk hurting you. I was out of control. Seeing you before I fed was absolutely out of the question.â Â
Wednesdayâs jaw clenched. She felt like she was five seconds away from stomping her foot.Â
Your decision was level-headed, and your actions had been driven by reason. Youâd done what was safest for the school and, most importantly, Wednesday. However, you had ripped out the part of herself that sheâd carefully hidden away behind the safety of a concrete tower reinforced with steel and forced her to face youâto face the feelings for you that had taken root in her heart and continuously grew like a parasitic infection; that part of her still held your decision against you because you left her for a whole day.Â
Not for the first time, Wednesday had to acknowledge that she was well and indeed done for. Youâd spoiled her rotten, and now she couldnât even bear the thought of being without you for one day without wanting to rain retribution down upon you. It-no, she was pathetic.Â
Wednesday breathed in deeply through her nose, eyes fluttering closed. âI understand,â she said tightly, âI justââ the rest of her words lodged pathetically in her throat, growing thorns that prickled her skin. She didnât speak again, though. She swallowed hard, brows furrowing with annoyance as her eyes roved across your face wantonly.Â
âI know,â you spoke for the two of you, and your eyes conveyed your understanding. You reached out to bring Wednesday close, guiding her into your space by her hand. âI missed you dearly, my blood drop.âÂ
Wednesday stiffened for a moment, out of a lifelong habit more than anything, before slackening. She wrapped her arms around your middle and burrowed her face into you, her cold nose finding home in the cool flesh of your neck. Instantly, the raging sea of emotions in her chest quelled, tempered by your soothing embrace. With the familiarity of your scent, the noise in her mind quieted.Â
âI would never leave without telling you first unless the situation was dire. You know that, right?â Your words were muffled, spoken into Wednesdayâs temple, but she heard them clearly.
Wednesday nodded slightly and sighed. Of course, she knew that. Hearing you say it to her was reassuring in a way she couldnât verbalise, but she was glad you understood that about her; she was glad for you.Â
âNo matter what, Iâll always come back to you. I promise.â You ended your promise with a chaste kiss on her forehead, the freckled space between her brows.Â
Wednesday abhorred how effortlessly, thoughtlessly, she leaned into your lips, chasing more of your affections. Her fingers dug into your sides, lashes fluttering shut as she mumbled, âI know.â
âIâm still sorry I left you,â you carried on, an edge of mirth in your tone. âI canât imagine how dreadfully joyous your day without me was.â
âYou should be.â Wednesday sneered, but there was no weight to her words. She couldnât make herself fake it through her unsuccessful attempt to crawl into your hoodie. âEnid tried to make me smile.â
âHow dare she!â you responded with appropriate appallment.Â
âShe almost managed to when she tripped over Thing.â Wednesday sighed, giving up for the time being. You werenât particularly helpful in her endeavour, but she swore she would be back in her rightful place nestled on your chest for bedtime. âIt was awful.â
âGhastly. Would you like me to maim them for you?â you asked as you wrapped your arms around her again.
Wednesday was glad for the protection of your chest. She couldnât hide the smile that curled her lips at your earnest offer. She weighed her options carefully.Â
âNot unless you can do that without leaving again.â
âA later time then,â you said. âJust say when, and Iâll be on them like a vulture on a carcass.â
For a while, you stood in the middle of your room, underneath the moonlight, with Wednesday tucked securely into your chest. You swayed gently from side to side, making a thick fog roll over the edges of Wednesdayâs mind, your steadying breaths against her cheek lulling her deeper and deeper into an enticing abyss.Â
As you moved, you faintly hummed an eerie and reposeful melody, your mind fuzzy with contentment. You periodically nuzzled your cold nose into Wednesday, breathing her in with an animalistic instinct until you had her scent committed on a cellular level. The specific flutter of her heart and draw of her breath was ingrained into you already; you could pick her out of a crowd of a thousand blood bags by that alone, but you never tired of feeling her heartbeat, hearing her breaths, and smelling the scent that was unmistakably hersâall signs of her liveliness and health.
You were making gentle circles over Wednesdayâs back when suddenly, you stiffened. âWait a minute,â you muttered, breaking the silence.Â
Wednesday lazily opened her eyes to peer at you. She hummed in askance, an adorably feline noise, and blinked blearily, big eyes glossy with sleep.Â
âYou're wearing your outdoor clothes.â You pulled back, creating a space between your bodies, much to Wednesdayâs chagrin, and assessed her outfit thoroughly. She was bewitching, as per usual, but she was dressed in her âinvestigationâ outfit, something practical but wholly uncomfortable. You arched a brow. âWhat were you doing in my room when I came in? Did you stay up⌠waiting for me to come back?âÂ
Wednesdayâs face turned passive at your question, eyes sliding away from yours to tack onto something beyond you on your deskâOh, look. Thatâs where she left her stake. No wonder her pockets felt so light.Â
Truthfully, sheâd forgotten about this part of her day after you delved into your explanation for your absence. It took her a long minute to answer, but the sweet smile on your lips never faltered.Â
âAfter classes,â she began, pursing her lips in the way that made her dimples visible for a fraction of a second, âI thought youâd be back by then. The weather forecast for tonight was prime for a night out. Cold rain and thick fog.âÂ
Wednesday paused as you stroked your thumb over the crease that had formed between her brows, loosening the tightness in her face. She could feel the intensity of your gaze on her. She had your undivided attention. She bit her bottom lip, forcing her eyes to meet yours, and let herself freefall into the sentiments that the utter devotion in your eyes conveyed.Â
âAfter this week of exams, I believed you might fancy spending the night together in private. I thought you might appreciate it even more if it came unexpectedly.âÂ
Wednesday would never know how the countenance of a creature as impure as you could regard her with such affection and devotion. All she knew was that her parents would be beside themselves with pride and joy at what sheâd found here at Nevermore. Sheâd never live down the humiliation of eating her own words. Damn you.
âA date.â Came your breathless whisper, eyes widening. Wednesday could practically see the moment the stake of realisation pierced through your undead heart. âW-Wednesday,â you murmured, voice cracking, âWhat did you have planned?â
âGrave digging,â she muttered, ears growing hot.Â
âGrave diggingâyour favourite. You wanted to do it together?â your grip on Wednesday tightened so much it was almost painful. She welcomed the ache. It gave her something other than the downright devastation in your eyes to focus on. Wednesday returned her head to your neck and nodded.Â
The blood youâd consumed earlier bubbled up your oesophagus. You weren't there when Wednesday wanted to take you on a surprise dateâthe first sheâd ever planned for you. The stake twisted deeper, cutting through you like a serrated knife. Your eyes gleamed with something Wednesday hated to see.Â
Vampires werenât supposed to be able to do that. Right?
Still, something about your reaction warmed Wednesday from the inside out, and she scoffed to hide the slight sound of amusement that threatened to leave her lips. You were as theatrical as you were romantic. You were such an Addams.Â
âWednesday,â you croaked ruefully, âIâm so sorry. I wouldâve never missed out on such an importantââ
Wednesday cut you off with a finger to your lips. âI know.â
âIâm here now,â you continued, kissing her finger as you spoke. Your eyes were pleading. âWould you still like to go? We can leave right now if you wish. Just say the words.â
Wednesday sighed, curling a hand around the back of your neck to mash your lips together, effectively silencing you. âShut up,â she muttered darkly against your lips. âYouâre rambling.â
âMâkay,â you said weakly.
Wednesdayâs hand released you, but neither of you moved to separate. She smoothed her hands over your shoulders, mapping out the powerful muscles underneath your annoyingly enticing skin.Â
âNo,â she said, the shake of her head making her bangs bounce. âGrave digging can wait. I want to be here,â she stabbed her pointer finger into your chest. âWhere I belong.â
âIn my⌠heart? You already stole it,â came your cheeky reply.
Wednesday rolled her eyes, unable to hide the pleased curl of her lips. She didnât bother reminding you that you didnât have a heart, a beating one, anyway, and pressed on, braver now that youâd made a fool of yourself more than she ever could.Â
âIn your bed, in your arms, on your chest.â Wednesday purposely enunciated every word with another forceful poke of your chest, her gaze assured.Â
âOh⌠Well, arenât you a demanding little thing?â you chuckled and took Wednesdayâs hand in yours.Â
âI could kill you.âÂ
âI know.â Your eyes had that soft look again, and your smile was delicate. It was, dare she say, adorable the way your fangs poked into your lips. âYou donât need to keep wooing me. Iâm already yours.â
âAn Addams never stops,â Wednesday quipped, brushing past you. She shed her jacket and toed off her boots, leaving them folded on a chair by your desk as she made for your closet with the air of a girl who was right at home. âGet used to it.â
As Wednesday rummaged through your wardrobe, you sat on the edge of your bed with a lovesick grin. Wednesday had such a way of livening up your room that it no longer felt like your home without her. You lived here, and you had for years; the objects in this room were all yours, from the enormous canopy bed to your clothes and books and the tiniest miscellaneous trinkets adorning your shelves. Yet, everything here undoubtedly belonged to Wednesdayâeverything, including you.Â
Wednesday knew that. It was evident how she moved throughout your room like she owned the place. You were more than satisfied with this.
Seeing her reemerge in your sleep clothes to take a seat at your vanity table made the ghost of something warm and heavy, a heart, or maybe a soul? Thump swiftly against your ribcage, sending an electric shock through your veins. You appeared behind Wednesday in a flash and stilled one of her hands from their work of undoing her ties. You fingered the end of a braid and met her curious eyes through the mirror with a hesitant smile.Â
âMay I help?â you asked with unexpected shyness.Â
Wednesday froze, evidently taken aback by your question, but nodded, the corner of her lips curling up the slightest bit. Your touch was featherlight as you removed the bands securing her hair, each touch purposeful and gentle. She nearly closed her eyes as your fingers nimbly undid her braids before raking through her scalp with the brush to loosen the waves. She did several times briefly, but she couldnât bear missing the way you so delicately touched her. It had been long since anyone else had handled Wednesdayâs hair. She nearly purred. Shameful.
âBreathtaking,â you whispered, awed at the sight of the raven hair cascading down Wednesdayâs back in silken, inky waves. You kissed the top of Wednesdayâs head, cold hands cradling her jaw reverently. Wednesday shivered. She angled her chin high, a hand coming behind your head to pull you into a kiss. âBedtime now?â
This time, Wednesday had nothing to say, but she clung to your neck and let you pick her up.
Once you were both finally in bed, Wednesday wasted no time burying into you, just as she had promised. Wednesday released a deep breath as her eyelids grew heavy and her limbs relaxed. Your cold lips were pressed against her forehead, and your fingers carded gently through her hair. Your touch was cold like ice and gentle as death's embrace, more soothing and comfortable than any morgue she could ever sneak into. She fell asleep promptly with a final murmur of your name and admission of affection on her lips.
#Wednesday addams#Wednesday Addams x fem!reader#Wednesday Addams x reader#jenna ortega#Jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x fem!reader#vampire!reader#ryn writes.
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bring back this genre of girl please

#ruby gloom#rogue#marceline#hex girls#school for vampires#hotel transylvania#monster high#raven queen#gwen tdi#shego#danny phantom#lydia deetz#winx club#wednesday addams#raven teen titans#coraline#goth girls#cartoons#cartoon goth girls#draculaura#twyla boogieman#sam danny phantom#elissabat#misery ruby gloom
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Someone needs to bring back the smart đ¤ impulsive đ¤ clumsy trio.
#mbav#my babysitter's a vampire#ethan morgan#sarah fox#benny weir#hermione granger#seamus finnigan#neville longbottom#harry potter franchise#wednesday netflix#wednesday addams#tyler galpin#enid sinclair#outer banks#jj maybank#pope heyward#john b routledge#kinda???#uma#evie#mal#descendants#i could go on#spin krane#bob krane#daniel davenport#lab rats#chase davenport#adam davenport#bree davenport
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LETS FUCKING GOOOOO canon vampire minhkhoa khan. once again i experience what it is to win
#minhkhoa khan#ghostmaker#dc vs vampires#dc vs vampires world war V#ghost-maker#khoa khan#CANON VAMPIRE KHOA LETS GO LETS GO#literally found out yesterday bc i've been avoiding spoilers on dc vs vamps oh my god the high will last me forever#scribbled this so quick in response#z draws#I WON#wednesday spoilers#kinda#dc fanart#dc comics fanart#dc comics#the ghostmaker#maybe a WIP bc id love to come back n make this less messy
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