Revenge is so sweet (part 5)
Wednesday Addams x reader
Warnings: Y/n is so screwed!
(swearing, descriptions of gore/blood)
The sheriff screamed at you, not bothering to keep his voice calm anymore. You weren’t sure how he had found you, or how you had even gotten into the dark, interrogation room. All you were really aware of were the metal cuffs digging into your wrists, possibly even drawing blood.
“2 boys, for what? A few insults?”
“They insulted Wednesday.”
You muttered, uselessly hoping that would make him shut up. Instead, he stands up quickly, causing the chair to fall behind him. He’s at your side in a second, glaring at you with complete and utter hatred.
Were cops meant to act like this?
If you were a normie, you would probably be having a calm talk and might even have a glass of water
But Normies don’t break bones with their teeth.
“So he insulted that freak, the girl who can never cease to stick her nose in police business.”
You felt that horribly pain tingling across your body as you muscles all began to ache. You gritted your teeth, desperate to find some way to stop your shifting.
“You are going to be put away for a long fucking time!”
He screamed at you, the sound making you flinch. He paused, grinning before coming closer to your face. His breath reeking of alcohol. Your heart began to pound painfully, your lungs about to explode out of your chest.
“And you will never see that bitch again.”
You snap, ripping the cuffs from the table and pounding your fists onto the arms of the chair.
“Those boys talked shit about your son too! Yeah, the Hyde, the serial killer. The one the entire fucking country is trying to find.”
The sheriff grabs the scruff of your shirt, pulling you closer to his messy, un-shaved face.
He hisses, but you cannot stop your words. Anger flowing out of you, the urge to shift again becoming almost unbearable.
“I’m amazed you still have your job, your such a mourning mess that I thought they would give you leave. No, I guess your too desperate to find your son before the bullets do!”
He throws you onto the floor, the cuffs (still attached to your wrists) drawing a flow of blood from beneath them.
“Your too good for prison,”
You growl at him, almost willing your wolf to come out just to tear him apart.
“I’ll be calling animal control!”
He takes a step closer, as if to attack, but the door flies open, revealing three armed police officers behind it. They storm into the room, seizing Sheriff Galpin and forcing him away from you. You manage to catch a glimpse of Wednesday, before everything goes black.
You followed Wednesday, paws padding along the earthy ground as the sun began to set. You could hear the faint sound of a siren behind you, but you couldn’t care.
“Are you going to release my hand?”
She asked calmly, looking over at you. Your heart sped up as you realised you were still holding it, dropping it slowly. If you were in your human form, you would of blushed. But your tail wagged happily as you began to bounce around her.
“Perhaps you have lost your mind, may I remind you that you almost killed two people back there. “
You froze, was she disappointed? Out of all the people, you thought she would be proud of you. You turned to her, jumping in her path and sitting down. Forcing her to stop.
“What are you doing mutt?”
She questions, watching as you growl lowly at her. Carefully sitting up and taking an aggressive step forward.
“Y/n, you do not want to play this game with me.”
She demands, remaining rooted to the spot as you take another step forward, baring your canines at her.
“Are you going to do this because I disapprove of your actions a moment ago.”
Another step forward, another growl
“If you are going to be this childish about it then-“
She doesn’t finish as you leap at her, great paws forcing her onto the ground. She sighs, attempting to get up before you force her down with a playful growl.
“Y/n, this is an immature reactio-“
You growl at her again, pressing your nose against her throat. You hear the way she cuts herself off, the way her heart beats a millisecond faster or perhaps it was your imagination. You stay like that for a while, smelling the blood beneath her veins and giving her skin a gentle lick, receiving an almost unnoticeable shiver in return.
“Are you going to tear out my throat?”
She asks, sounding almost board of your antics. But your playful revenge was not over yet
You rear back your head, fangs on full display before biting down on her throat, careful to not hit a major artery. She gasps, surprised by your actions and yet, relishing the short pain you are putting her through. You pull away, and Wednesday notices a slight grin on your bloody wolf face.
Wednesday demands. You were in her dorm room in Nevermore, only having regained consciousness a moment ago. You had sat up from her bed, a blanket still draped over your body. Both your hands were on her legs, her grip firm and yet gentle as she rapped a wet cloth on your wrists, cleaning the wounds.
“They are not that deep considering how tight those cuffs were.”
You nod, unable to truly form words. You can hear the wolf barking in the back of your head. The images of Wednesday lightly trailing her hand along your fur popped to mind, a smile growing across your face. Enid sits beside you, a hand protectively around your waist. It felt comforting, being with the two people you cared about.
You hiss as Wednesday dabs alcohol against your injury.
“Be quiet, do you want to die of an infection?”
Enid mutters, causing the Raven hair to lift her head. She gives the werewolf a glare. You stay quiet as Enid slowly nods her head towards you. Words being silently passed between the two roommates.
Wednesday finally says, looking back down to the blood across your arms.
“Please go to the infirmary and bring me some clean bandages and an ice pack.”
You ask, as Enid rubs your shoulder before leaving quickly.
Your crush answers, silence passing between the two of you. You wince as she wraps your wrists tightly in the cloth, holding it firmly in place.
“Why did you wolf out when they insulted me?”
Wednesday suddenly asks, keeping her eyes fixated on your injury. You swallow nervously, desperately trying to find a reasonable excuse.
“They were being mean. It upset me.”
You mutter, attempting to hide the way you blush as her eyes meet yours.
“Yet, they insulted you many times before me. They insulted me once and you wolfed out.”
You say far too quickly, you were terrified she would reject you. Terrified she would insult you and walk away. Enid returns before Wednesday can say anything else. You notice the way she hesitates. Perhaps noticing the way she may have interrupted something. You hoped there was going to be something to interrupt.
“I’m going to find Yoko, she might have news about Sheriff Galpin.”
Both you and Wednesday nod in response. Watching in silence as she leaves the room again. You eyes are drawn from the door by the sound of Wednesday hitting the ice pack to get it to work.
“I am going to have a look at the wound on your head.”
You nod, praying that she cannot hear the way your heart beats rapidly against your chest as she comes to the side of you face. You flinch as she pressed the cloth against your bloody forehead.
She ignores you and yet seems to be that little bit gentler with you. Your wolf begins to whine in the back of your head, making you blush as you feel her fingers moving hair out of the way to check the wound.
You hiss as your wolf barks at her in your head. Wednesday pauses and places the ice pack against your head before sitting in the chair in-front of you.
“Y-yeah! How did you know?”
You stutter, embarrassed slightly. She turns away, picking up the bandages she had placed on her desk.
“Enid mentioned it happens after the first shift.”
she mutters, turning back to your wrists before beginning wrap a bandage around one of them.
WHY WAS THERE SILENCE????
“There was something that I wish to ask you!”
She says, finishing covering one of your wrists before moving to the other. You smile at her, your heart pounding against your chest as if you were going to shift again.
“why did you take a bullet for me?”
She looks up, and you see it. In her cold, dark (but deep) eyes. You can see why she was asking. Why you saved her, why you shifted for her.
It seemed stupid that you hadn’t seen it before, that the very desperate feelings that you were suffering with every time you heard Wednesday’s name….. she too was experiencing. Out of everyone, you thought you would be the one person to notice all her hidden thoughts.
“I think you know the answer Wednesday.”
You whispered, leaning an inch closer. She stiffened slightly, a ghostly action, but one you caught. You freeze, allowing her to come to you.
“Are you expressing your-“
She paused, obviously unsure of the right word to use.
“I like you Wednesday, I obviously like you!”
You laugh, feeling free from the secret you had kept for what felt like centuries. You suck in a nervous breath as the raven hair looks back at you. Her face remaining emotionless
“That is why you took a bullet for me, why you would of torn apart those two bo-“
You growl, grabbing her by the back of the head and kissing her firmly. It takes a moment, but she mimics your action, leaning further into you.
When you pull away, she chooses to ignore the stupid grin that had spread across your face. You eyes scan her face, catching the faint marks of your bite in the forest earlier still fresh on her neck. You chuckle, remembering the way you had behaved, like a puppy (a love sick puppy)
“You still taste of blood.”
She mutters, attempting to hide a faint smile. You chuckle, pulling her in again, feeling the way her hand finds it’s way onto your leg. When you finally pull away, your cocky grin is impossibly big. You look at her, intertwining your fingers with hers, ignoring the faint pain from your wrist.
“Well….doesn’t my revenge taste sweet?”
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