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wavewrites · 5 months ago

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Toothache

Cavities in the mouth (rough draft)

~ hello! I recently posted a prompt on my ao3 regarding this Wenclair fanfic that is pretty much a 90s esque college candy shop au with a sprinkle of a/b/o dynamics as I promised to my readers. This is the rough draft to the story which I’m still working on but will complete soon, and hopefully by next Tuesday with my schedule I’ll have it done.

The story is still up for some changes and small tweaks of course, and I do hope my readers who I’m making this for add input into the story meant just for them, but either way i hope you will enjoy this rough draft intro to toothache. ~

"Oh my little scorpion this is a wonderful idea!" Gomez said as he held her mothers hand. "Your mother and I think this is a great opportunity for you to connect with others." He said, ever the gentle voice in things, he tried his best to calm the already tense nerves of Wednesday. Though his coaxing voice only made her more annoyed.

Her mothers made her want to explode. Per usual of course.

"No, my mother only thinks this is a good idea. You just follow her word." Wednesday glared at Morticia, her tone spiking on the edge of rage and she scoffed as her mother glanced away. "Well, Wednesday I do feel this is a good benefit. It will help you in the future managing the other businesses, and I do feel the connection with others is-"

"Something I don't need. I have no use for the money as all my books are paid for." Wednesday said as her face soured. While she perfected the art of stoicism, the small details in her face almost always gave her away.

Wednesday never worked a day in her life when it came to the topic of service jobs of any kind, spoiled maybe, but not in the way others may take it. She was always interested in business and ruthless command. She was to check in with her fathers law firm and venture around the world to consult relatives and manage other businesses in the near future, but as she moved to Jericho for college, an esteemed private school that was held for high expectations and education, she was to manage her own little business to prove she was capable of managing the other, much larger ones meant for her to own.

A candy shop.

She was to manage a fucking candy shop of all things.

Or, a rather large bakery but the point still stands. Wednesday had no want for such things, she barely wanted to go into business, and preferred something more gory, but the law firm Gomez has kept thriving will end up in the hands of pugsley, and the various businesses distributed amongst the eldest Addams children will befall upon Wednesday and her other family members she’s not to keen on meeting again for a will reading and consulting about business.

either way, she was in for a stressful college life, and an even more stressful work environment.

She already didn’t want to go to nevermore, but with all the things that happened last year…it was best she went.

“You will learn to love it, as me and your father have.” Morticia said as she gave Wednesday the keys to the candy shop. “It’s a hotspot now I’ve heard, you will definitely need to hire more staff, and please keep us informed dear.” Gomez pitched in, almost ecstatic for Wednesday when she honestly wanted otherwise.

“You have me go to a college for kids like me whose parents given them everything on a silver platter. I would rather the opposite.”

Wednesday stated. And in some way she wasn’t wrong. She knew the Tanakas, a vampire family name that stood for hundreds of decades, had a daughter go to the same school. Satan knows how long that leech has attended, but such matters made her wish she went somewhere that emphasized the ‘private’ in private school.

Nevermore, while Wednesday was sure held itself high in its education and self image for those that fall under the outcast umbrella, was not a place that held itself high for the Addams one. It had various rules set in place and multiple safety measures ever since her mother and father attended, but such things would never stop Wednesday Addams from doing what she wanted.

She could admit, even though she hated Jericho, and overall any place that held humane life, she had connections here. This town was all family names and forced smiles with a generous sprinkle of morbid, and the people that came with it were no better. But Wednesday would have to bite the bullet this time as her mother’s usual calm and collected voice that made her want to scowl most her life calmed her to no end like she was a child again, looking for a sense of safety.

“You will make wonderful memories, I promise.” She said, looking at Wednesday and offering a comforting smile. Wednesday didn’t have the words to say she loved her, or that she believed every word, and instead offered a small touch to her hand before retreating like she was burned.

“I highly doubt it.”

And as Wednesday met with Weems, a part of her, the inner workings of her soul, disagreed plenty.

But who was she to say otherwise?

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