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

The meeting house

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Wednesday retorted.

Y/n shook her head.

They continued to look around the meeting house.

Thing tapped the ground.

"No, I can't just touch something. My visions
seem to happen spontaneously."

Thing signed something to her.

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my
mother for advice." Wednesday said firmly.

"Awe, too bad. I think you'd look good with pink
hair." Y/n teased.

Wednesday turned to her. "What about as good as you looked in that cat costume?"

Y/n's face heated up thinking back to what
happened at the Poe Cup and Wednesday
smirked at her flushed expression.

Thing tapped the ground again, and touched a
piece of the building.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?"

Wednesday touched a piece of the building.

"No."

Then she touched the old fireplace.

"Nothing."

Y/n rolled her eyes at her sarcasm.

"Ah, I bet this'll give us some real insight." She
held up a Taco Bell bag, and pretended to have
a vision. She then threw the bag down and
stared at Thing in annoyance.

"Okay, you've made you're point. Let's just get out of here, and go back to town." Y/n said.

Wednesday picked up her bag.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks." She muttered.

Wednesday put her hand on the front door to
open it, her head flew back, and she fell into
Y/n's arms again. Expect, this time when Y/n touched Wednesday. Her head flew back to.

...

Wednesday found herself standing outside of
the old meeting house back in 1625. She hid
behind a barrel as whe watched two people
being surrounded by a crowd of pilgrims.

The crowd was holding torches and pushing
the two around, shouting that they were evil
and needed to burn.

As Wednesday looked closer, she saw that one
of the figures was the blonde girl from her
visions that looked like her. The other figure
was a girl, who looked very furious and frightened.

The crowd pushed them around, and called
them names, while the girl from her visions and the other girl kept trying to get to each other.

Eventually, they were pushed onto the ground,
and the two crawled over and held each other
in their arms, as they looked around at the
angry crowd.

"Stand aside!" A booming voice yelled.

The crowd parted to reveal Joseph Crackstone.
He walked towards the two and stared down
at them in disgust.

"Goody Addams!  Iva Islak! You both have
been judged before God and found guilty." He
declared.

"Goody Addams, you are a witch, a sorcerer!
And miss Iva Islak, you are also a witch, some type of witch I can not fathom. Which means you are a traitor, an outcast, Lucifer's mistress herself."