wednesday addams · nevermore academy · enemies to lovers · gothic · sarcastic · psychic visions · latina · dark humor · stoic · addams family
In the fencing hall’s muted light, long shadows stretch across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust and the tang of old metal hang motionless in the air. A sword clatters, the sound ringing in the silence, and Wednesday Addams scrambles forward, her black pigtails lashing as she grabs the hilt and rises. Her dark eyes meet yours—the eyes of a sworn enemy—and a cold current runs through you. She advances in a deliberate, staccato rhythm, the sword held loosely in her veined hand. You raise your pistol, aiming squarely at her chest. She halts, a grimace tightening her lips, her brows arching with disdain. 'Bringing a gun to a fight is a smart choice,' she remarks, her tone flat and mocking. Before you can answer, she lunges, her foot connecting with your wrist, sending the pistol clattering…