A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 2
Wednesday Addams x male!witch!reader
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4
Warning: Passing out, my god awful music taste at the beginning of every fic
Words: 1,338
Summary: Wednesday has a vision in your room, once she wakes up she realizes that she needs to have a little conversation with her roommate.
(A/n: This was originally longer but I split it in half so it didn’t seem too chaotic or feel like an information overload.)
This was all kinds of strange. You figured Wednesday was psychic, she lived in Ophelia hall after all, but you really didn't expect her to suddenly have a vision in your room (as though you hadn't passed out in hers). The moment you saw her knees buckle you leaped after her, catching her a moment before she hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your chest as you picked her up. Carrying and dropping her down on your bed, just as she’d done you.
She’ll wake up when the vision is over, or at least she should. You watched her for a second, then with a sigh, walked over to your desk again, pulling out a second teacup for her from one of the drawers. You set it down and filled it with the same tea you'd been drinking.
She woke up 6 minutes later, you wouldn't even have noticed with how quiet she was, if it weren't for you seeing her sit up stiffly out of the corner of your eye, she probably would have scared the shit out of you.
“Hey,” you said, grabbing the teacup from before and walking over to her, “You passed out a little bit.”
She looked up at you, completely unamused, then took the teacup from your hands, seemingly unaffected by the heat coming from the streaming cup.
“What's in it?”
“Ash-leaved willow and a bit of doremaze.”
She hummed before taking a sip.
“Shame, I would have enjoyed a bit of belladonna.”
You laughed, “Yeah, I’m not taking those murder charges..”
“Not necessarily, I've developed immunity to them, one or two wouldn't hurt me”
She finished her tea and stood, handing you the cup.
“I'll remember that next time..”
She didn't say a word as she walked past you, but you swear you could see her watching you from the corner of her eye as she passed.
She hesitated to touch the doorknob again, but she did, and nothing happened.
“Thank you, y/n, we should do this again..”
And then she was gone.
Wednesday walked into her dorm, a rain cloud practically visible above her head, more so than usual.
Enid, who was sitting on her bed with Thing, looked up with a smile, then noticed Wednesday’s decrepit demeanor and her face dropped to one of concern.
“Wednesday, what's wrong?”
Hopping up, Enid walked over to Wednesday and dragged her over to her bed, making her sit down on the flurry of brightly colored blankets and pillows.
“You are self-proclaimed my best friend, right?”
Enid had to stop herself from smiling.
“Yes,” she said, but it came out with the slightest of squeals.
“And that means if I confide in you, you aren't allowed to tell anyone?”
“Yeah, yes, of course.”
“Good, I need your advice on something.”
That's a first, but after Enid called her out a few weeks ago Wednesday has been acting more ‘friendly’ (in her own way).
“I was returning Y/n’s tie when I had a vision. It was… different from my other ones. So far they've all been about the murders, but this one wasn't.”
She stopped, an expression that Enid had learned to read as frustration on Wednesday's face.
“Oh..good different or bad different?”
Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment.
“I don't know.”
The vision was strikingly similar to real life. The same mild afternoon light shining through your window, the same overt silence that enveloped your room, the same two tea cups sitting on your desk. The only difference, which became so unmistakably clear to her, was you.
You weren't standing by the bed as you were when she attempted to leave, you weren't dressed in the school uniform, and you weren't holding onto a bloodied tie.
No, now you were standing barely a foot away from her, you wore a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a tired look on your face you arns wrapped loosely around her.
She turned away from you, taking a moment to think. You took that moment to lower yourself to lay your head on hers.
“No class today..” you mumbled in a slightly grumbly voice, your tiredness still evident in it, “..stay with me.”
Wednesday doesn't get flustered, it doesn't happen, but your words and proximity made her feel something akin to it. She pushed down this new feeling, instead she tried to focus on what this meant, she wouldn't be being shown this if it wasn't important in some way.
You pull her back, closer to you, and her hand slips from the doorknob.
She didn't move when you pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then onto her cheek. Her little, black heart almost skipped a beat at the display. Almost instinctively, her hands found yours and you intertwined them.
After being silent for an inappropriate amount of time, she answered you.
“Fine..”
She could practically feel you beaming. Unexpectedly, your arms tightened around her waist and her feet were off the ground a second later.
Wednesday didn't like being carried, but this felt…fine.
A minute later you were both sitting on your bed together, you’d become occupied with a spell book, and the book she held, the book you'd handed her, was a murder mystery novel from the 1800s. She'd heard of it before, but it was a rare book, having been burned for its crudeness and blatant anti-authoritarian themes, and she had never been able to get her hands on it.
Now, well, in the future, she had it, and based on the distinctive black book mark sticking out of the top, she’s already read most of it.
She opens the first page, and there's a little white card inside with dark writing on it.
‘Te Amo - Y/n’
She glanced up at you, still reading your own book, and something that should have been obvious from the start finally sunk in. You were… dating, you and her, for how long she doesn’t know but if you're finding rare books and telling her that you love her, it must have been for a while.
She couldn’t help but admit to herself how nice this would be. A calm day in with the person who, apparently, loves her.
She didn’t consider herself a romantic person, she didn’t usually enjoy the concept of being in a relationship. But this felt comfortable in a way that made her want to recoil from this vision entirely. Glancing down at the book, then back at you, she opened her mouth to say something, anything-
And then she woke up.
Almost in the exact same place as where she just was. Forcing herself to sit up she look across the room and saw you, and you saw her two, bringing a steaming tea cup over with a small smile and a joke. A short conversation later she left. Even though, deep down, she wanted to stay just a bit longer.
And now Enid sat in front of her, mouth agape but the edges of her lips curled into a smile.
“Wednesday!” she squealed.
Her love-obsessed roommate hugged her, squeezing her in her excited embrace.
When Wednesday was able to pull back she said, “I feel like I'm going to throw up..”
“You're just nervous. I mean, most people don't get to see a future where they have a loving boyfriend.”
Wednesday scowled, “He's not my boyfriend, it was just a vision, doesn't mean it will come true.”
Enid gave her a look.
“Do you want it to come true? I mean he's cute, and he's a witch and that seems right up your alley.” she said with a smile, “Aww, you two can have little seance dates and summon the dead together, how cute!”
Despite how nice a seance sounded, Wednesday shrugged her off.
“I have work to do,” she stood from Enid’s bed, but turned to face her for a second, “you tell anyone about this, and I'll sew your mouth shut.”
Enid just grinned at her.
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