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

Close to Death?

Wednesday entered the fencing room and
watched the students dueling against each
other. All the other students were dressed in the
traditional white fencing uniforms, but
Wednesday was wearing a black one.

She walked down the center of the room,
interrupting everyone's practice. Y/n paused
when she saw her coming and took off her
helmet, and so did her fencing opponent, Xavier.

Wednesday quickly glanced at her, before
looking straight ahead.

Wednesday stopped when she saw on of the students fall to the floor.

He took his helmet off and looked over to the coach.

"Coach, Coach she tripped me." He whined.

His opponent, Bianca Barclay, removed her
helmet and rolled her eyes.

"It was a clean strike Rowan." The coach told
him.

"Maybe if you whined less and practiced more
you wouldn't suck." Bianca suggested snidely.

"Seriously Coach, when am I gonna get some
real competition? Anyone else wanna challenge
me?"

"I do." Wednesday and Y/n said in sync.

Bianca turned and smirked at them. "Oh, you
must be the psychopaths they let in."

"And you must be the self-appointed Queen
Bee." Wednesday retorted.

"Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers and they drop dead." Y/n added.

The other students 'oohed' at that, and Y/n let
out a small chuckle from all the students laughing at her and Wednesday's 'joke'.

Bianca glanced at her. "You think that's funny?"
She taunted.

Y/n smiled and shrugged. "I mean, kinda.
Yeah."

Bianca scoffed at her and turned back to
Wednesday. "Rowan doesn't need you to come
to his defense. He's not helpless, he's lazy. And I
wouldn't stand too close to Y/n. Normies tend
to smell." Bianca smirked at Y/n, and she glared at her in return.

Wednesday glared at Bianca too. She didn't like
her insulting Y/n.

"Are we doing this or not?" They both snapped.

Wednesday signaled for Y/n to go first.

Bianca walked towards the mat, and Y/n stepped onto it and faced her. They both pulled their masks on, and raised their swords.

"En garde." The coach announced.

Bianca and Y/n swung their swords at
each other aggressively. Neither one backing down. They clashed and blocked every move.

Y/n ducked down and literally disappeared. Bianca looked around confused, until she felt something touch her back.

"Point to Y/n." The coach said.

Y/n stole a glance at Wednesday and saw an
impressed look on her face, which made her
feel confident and cocky.

Y/n signaled for Wednesday to go on, as it was her turn.

The two shuffled back and forth on the mat, and Wednesday went to strike low, but Bianca dodged and hit her helmet.

"The score is tied."

Wednesday took off her helmet and stared
deadly at Bianca. She took off her own
helmet and smirked at her. "That first point was clearly beginner's luck."

She said cockily. "Let's finish this."

"For the final point, I would like to invoke a
military challenge. No masks. No tips. Winner
draws first blood." Y/n said coming back onto the mat.