Wednesday Addams getting soft for someone? // Wednesday x Female Y/n

3 birds caught stealing

Morticia stood in the middle of the
Nightshade's library, looking up at the ceiling
with her eyes closed. Relaxing in the peace and
quiet.

"Hello mother." A voice interrupted.

Morticia turned and saw Wednesday and Y/n
standing on the stairs that lead to the library.

Wednesday was staring right at her mother
while Y/n was looking around at the library.

"Hello Wednesday." Morticia greeted quietly.

"So you're a Nightshade? That didn't take long."

"Actually I rejected them." Wednesday
corrected.

"I didn't look this place through when I was down here. This place is weird." Y/n whispered.

"I didn't show you because I didn't think they
were worth your time. Trust me, the
Nightshades are nothing special." Wednesday
whispered back.

"Why did you reject them? Because I was a
member?" Morticia asked.

Wednesday and Y/n descended the rest of the stairs, and stepped into the library.

"I'll never live up to your legacy here, so why
try? I win the Poe Cup, you claimed it four
times. I join the fencing team, you captained it.
Why would you send me somewhere where I
could only ever exist in your shadow?"

"It's not a competition Wednesday." Morticia
said softly.

"Everything is a competition, mother."
Wednesday bit back.

"But we mostly rejected them because they're a trivial social club." Y/n added.

"We used to be so much more. Our mission was
to protect outcasts from harm and bigotry. In
fact, the group was started by an ancestor of
your father's from Mexico along with his wife.
One of the first settlers in America." Morticia
revealed.

"Goody and Iva." Wednesday realized. "I saw Goody's painting at Pilgrim World."

Morticia looked at her with slight suspicion.
"Oh. How ironic since she was the one who killed
Joseph Crackstone. The Nightshades were her
secret, but deadly answer to her oppression."

Wednesday stared at her mother with slightly widened eyes at the new information.

"I know why you've come here, Wednesday. So
go on. Ask."

Wednesday took a deep breath. "Father didn't
kill Garrett Gates, did he?" She asked, even
though she already knew what her answer would be.

"No."

A young Morticia stood on the second level of
the quad watching Garrett and Gomez fight
each other.

"By the time I made it up the stairs,
found your father fighting for his life. It
was terrifying."

Garrett pushed Gomez back and punched him
in the face.

"Garrett, no!" Morticia cried.

Gomez pushed Garrett off and he slammed his
chest into a pillar. Garrett then growled, and
tackled Gomez to the ground and punched him
repeatedly.

"Garrett! Garrett, stop! Leave him alone!" Morticia begged.

Gomez flipped Garrett onto his back, but
Garrett kicked him back to where the sword
lay.

"I'll never forget the way he looked at
me."

Garrett stood up and glared at Morticia with a
crazy look in his eyes, and foam along his
mouth.