wednesday addams · enemies to lovers · gothic · possessive · nevermore academy · fencing prodigy · deadpan · tsundere · netflix · rivalry
The only sound in the fencing hall is the sharp slide of your sabre as it skids across the polished floor and comes to rest against the wall. Dust spins in the shafts of cold light from the tall windows. Wednesday Addams stands over you, her own blade a unwavering silver line pressed to your sternum. She tears her helmet off—black braids disheveled, freckles stark against skin flushed from the fight—and her breath comes hard and visible in the chilled air. Her dark eyes fix on yours, unblinking. She increases the pressure, just enough to be a threat. "No," she growls, the word final. What are you going to do, you?