deep claws (wednesday addams/reader)
so this was a request but i posted it accidentally and i lost it along with half of my work but that's ok! anon i hope you like it.
summary: there was a big bruise on your body, one that you tried to keep hidden from everyone and that worked for some days. that is, until wednesday catches you in the lie.
warnings: blood and bruised and much pain, wednesday will also be scarier than usual but all end up with a happy ending
With a heavy sigh, you pulled down your shirt that had a huge blood stain right on top of the poorly made bandage, feeling the burning come back ten times worse.
"You should tell someone about this." Enid said. She was standing on the edge of your bed looking at you with concern. You didn't want her to find out, but in the end it was unavoidable since she walked into your room when you were trying to get stitches on yourself.
"I will not. This school is already going through a lot of problems, they don't need another one." You spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Enid was stubborn though, and wouldn't let it go. "But you know you can die from it. You can have an infection."
You agreed and pressed your hand on your waist, right over the cut, applying pressure and tried to get up. From the copious loss of blood, you were still dizzy and a little weak so you swayed to your feet. "Look, I'll be better in a minute. I promise."
"Wednesday will hate me for not saying anything."
"She won't find out from me." You said, swallowing when a strong dizziness brought you an overwhelming feeling of nausea.
Enid went to your side and guided you to your bed and helped you to lie down in a position that wouldn't open all your stitches, and stood looking at you. "I still think it's totally stupid."
You smirked. "You can rest assured that I will live for years just to annoy you."
For the first time since she found out about that situation, she gave a genuine laugh and smiled. Enid was a great friend and she cared about everyone, which you appreciated, but you preferred to keep your situation out of other people's ears.
A few minutes passed between the two of you talking and then the door opened, revealing an ever stoic Wednesday. She looked angrier than ever. "Hey, Wed." You greeted, trying not to let your voice shake.
She grimaced at the horrible nickname and walked across the room, dropping her purse at the bed. "How was your day?" Every day she asked you the same question and tried to demonstrate things around you more openly. She was doing really well at it.
"Boring. Good thing Enid came." The blonde smiled at you and placed her hands in front of her body, looking between you both. She was used to being in the same room and witnessing Wednesday's minuscule affection, but in that moment she really wanted to be somewhere else.
"I came and I'm leaving. Bye to both." She said waving. Before closing the bedroom door she said an inaudible 'be ok' and you smiled in agreement.
Wednesday walked over to your side and sat down, looking at you deeply. "You're different." She looked you up and down.
"What do you mean?" You laughed nervously.
She looked into your face and locked eyes with yours, as if all the answers were there. "You are pale, sweating and your hands are shaking."
You swallowed hard and tried to smile but failed as your body shuddered as a sharp pain shot up your spine. "I'm totally fine."
"This is obviously a lie." She said. "Are you hurt?"
Trying to prove there was nothing, you threw your legs over the side and braced yourself to your feet, bitterly regretting it when you felt sharp twinges. It was like someone was stabbing you over and over again with inhuman strength.
A loud, aching scream escaped your throat and you fell back, your whole body shuddering and twitching with pain. Wednesday quickly moved to hold your head and helped you to lie down better. "What happened?" She asked, scared.
You took the best breath you could and pulled your shirt up, revealing the bloody bandage. Not waiting long, she moved to grab the first aid kit you had by your bed, not caring about the things falling to the floor. Because of your small feat, your stitches had burst and your cut was redder. For the first time in her life Wednesday was hating a sight like that.
She didn't say anything as she cleaned up and tried not to hurt you with the stitches. You could see that she was angry, worried and scared, and you knew you were going to have to explain why of those cuts. "It was the hyde, wasn't it?" She asked, turning around to throw everything she'd used away.
"Yes." You said, your voice breathy and trembling. "I was walking near the woods when he attacked me. I was lucky I managed to escape before he killed me, but I earned this."
She turned and met your eyes. She was angrier than you thought. "I told you to stay away from there. You could have died."
You threw your head back against the headboard and took a deep breath. "I know, and I didn't really go to the forest, I was in the garden."
"You shouldn't go there. I told you how dangerous it was." This time the one who was angry was you.
"I'm not going to stay inside this place forever just because a sick person is killing people. I need to breathe, Wednesday." You swallowed, feeling your throat close up. "I will not stop living because of this."
She stood up and pinched her eyebrows. "One second more and you wouldn't be here anymore."
That was a baseless argument, since you didn't want and wouldn't stop doing what you wanted because of some monster. "You think death is so beautiful, maybe I would start to think the same thing once I met her."
Wednesday's breathing grew faster and heavier, her hands curled into fists and clenched until her fingers turned horribly white. You had said the wrong thing. "When I saw the cut I thought about how I could have lost you, that I would never see you again and in a second that became my worst fear. So don't play with it ever again."
Softening, you nodded and stretched out your other arm, asking her to lie down next to you. Wednesday climbed into bed and tried her best not to touch anything that might hurt you and rested her head on top of your chest. "I promise, Wed."
While you slept, weary with pain and weak, she watched over you. Seeing you there, on the way to get well, alive and safe, she promised that nothing and no one would ever hurt you again. She would make sure of that.
my first language is portuguese (brazil) and it's really hard translate it and that's why there can be some nonsense things (i know english but i'm not fluent unfortunately) i'm really sorry!!!
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Just popping in to point out the fact that in the Spanish version of the Good Omens show, because in Spain "Ángel" is an actual (and quite common) first name and it would've been weird, Crowley calls Aziraphale "Angelito", which literally translates to "Little Angel"
(Totally normal about this, totally DID NOT SCREAM INTO A PILLOW FOR AN UNINTERRUPTED TWENTY MINUTES when I first watched it in Spanish. Yup. Ahem. We're all sane here *eye twitching*)
AND THIS IS NOT ALL
BECAUSE
In the French version, ladies and gentlemen, he calls Aziraphale "mon Ange", which translates...*deep breath*...to "My Angel"...*dEep bREaTh*..."MON ANGE" AAAAAAHHHHH
Cough cough...Please excuse the brainrot, It's getting bad.
help :)
Also, I believe he calls Aziraphale "My Angel" in Portuguese too.
Just wanted to drop this crucial piece of information (which many people probably already know), hoping it'll make someone smile 😊😁
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