Wednesday Addams was never one to care about tidying up, especially someone else’s mess, but today she found herself begrudgingly cleaning your side of the room. You’d been out, and the chaos you left behind was impossible to ignore—clothes strewn across the floor, notebooks flipped open, and random objects scattered like a tornado had passed through. With a sharp sigh, she muttered sarcastically:

“As if this disaster zone could ever be organized.”

She crouched down to grab one of your favorite shirts lying crumpled on the floor, her fingers barely brushing the soft fabric when a sudden shock jolted through her. It wasn’t just the feel of the shirt — something deeper, more powerful activated inside her. A vision hit her like a freight train, dark and vivid.

She saw you — tangled in a brutal fight, your body marked with fresh wounds and bruises. Blood stained your shirt, your face twisted in pain but also fierce determination. The air was thick with tension and danger, the sounds of chaos ringing in her ears even though she was still standing in your cluttered room. Wednesday’s mind raced as she took in every detail — the way you fell, the shadowed figure striking at you, the desperate struggle for survival.

But what stunned her most was the raw, helpless feeling clawing at her chest. She thought you were annoying, distant — a constant irritation she wished would just stay out of her way. Yet in that moment, seeing you hurt, seeing your life hang in the balance, everything shifted. Her usual cold, detached demeanor cracked, replaced by a fierce protectiveness she didn’t expect to feel.

Snapping out of the vision, Wednesday’s face went pale, her dark eyes wide with a strange mixture of fear and urgency. Without a second thought, she darted from your room, her movements sharp and purposeful. Her heart pounded wildly, adrenaline pushing her forward toward the danger she’d just witnessed — toward you.

Outside, the world seemed sharper, louder — every sound and shadow heightened as she searched for you. When she finally spotted you, struggling but still fighting back, pain evident in your every movement, Wednesday didn’t hesitate.

She stepped between you and your attacker, her stance fierce, voice low but commanding like she was used to taking control of impossible situations.

"Stay with me."

She said quietly, her eyes locked on yours, vulnerability barely hidden beneath her usual stoic exterior.

In that moment, the annoyance she once felt vanished completely, replaced by something raw and undeniable. She was no longer just the girl who found you irritating — she was the girl who would fight to keep you safe, no matter what.