For reference on how this song sounds, give the video above a cheeky little listen! Enjoy!
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The only language that every country in the world could understand was music. Whether it's to calm a bustling flock of people, or to motivate an army heading to war- music had magical effects. She had influenced Y/N with the magic of music, as he had influenced her too, although neither of them were aware.
It was a long line of tradition in the Addams Family, to serenade someone as a sign of love or passion- it was a tradition she thought so little of for so long as her views on romance were clear for everyone to see. But things could change so, so fast.
She invited herself to Y/N's room as she so often did when she needed to get away from Enid and Ajax's incessant kissing and giggling- but this time, she hauled her cello with her down the cold stone hallways for alternative reasons.
Upon reaching his door, Wednesday planted her cased cello up against the wall, giving the heavy wood a firm knock. She took a small step away from the door and waited. Odd- he never answered. She sighed, guessing he was already asleep- although, that wouldn't stop her, she'd already gathered the courage to actually play her cello. Her hand rested on the door handle and she gave it a push. It opened right up and a small smile played on the girls lips. She grabbed a hold of her heavy instrument and lugged it through the doorway. Once more, she sat the cello up against the solid stone wall and then closed the door behind her.
She cocked her head in confusion when her eyes landed on Y/N. He had one leg up on the desk of his chair and he appeared to be playing... a virtual guitar. The scene made a little more sense when she noticed he had a pair of headphones on. She recognised the tune from the rhythm that escaped his headphones, but couldn't quite place it- it was heavy and dense. She stood in front of his door for a while, just quietly admiring the odd specimen through narrowed brows. There was something ridiculously elegant about him.
Just his luck, he turned mid strum and let out a girlish scream when he saw the phantom that was Wednesday stood in front of his door. While one hand held his chest, the other lowered his headphones to around his neck, the music now much more audible to the girl across the room.
"You are well and truly pathetic." She spoke, her voice heavily monotoned. "I have met mice with a better nerve than you." She continued, again her voice was plain and unwavering.
His expression was sad and offended, although he seemed to nod in agreement to her comments. "Yeah... I know." He breathed. His heart still pumping at a hundred beats a second- if not because he had just been frightened, but because Wednesday was so close to him. He had a lot of time for Wednesday, he found her interesting and intriguing and mysterious. He liked her a lot but of course, just as she had pointed out, he was something of a coward when it came to his fears- his biggest fear being rejection. "Can I help you?" He asked after he paused his music and had regained some of his composure.
"Yes. You can." She answered, stepping aside to reveal her cased up cello. The pair often played together and Wednesday discovered that Y/N was quite the talented musician. Thus far, she had heard him play the violin, guitar and piano and he played them well.
"You want to play together? Now?" He questioned with narrowed eyes. He checked his watch. "It's four fifty in the morning." He added, his brows knitting together as he sat on his bed.
"No." She answered, still monotone. She hadn't quite realised how early in the morning it was, she must have spent all night trying to muster the courage needed to do what she so desperately desired to do. "I want to play... for you." She told him.
His brows lifted in surprise. "You want me to just sit an listen?" He asked, clasping his hands together and placing his hands in his lap. Wednesday only replied with a single nod. Y/N grinned with a small snicker. "Wednesday Addams, are you trying to flirt with me?" He joked. Of course, he never expected a positive answer from the dark haired girl- anything positive from her lips should be considered a miracle.
Wednesday's jaw visibly tightened as if her tongue had tied itself into a thousand nooses. Her eyes dropped from his. "Yes." She bluntly admitted before turning on the heels of her boots and unzipping the case of her cello, leaving Y/N confused once more and with reddened cheeks. She grabbed his desk chair and sat it in a position where she felt comfortable in front of him, propping the cello between her legs.
"What are you going to play?" He asked, quiet as to not distract her as she set everything up.
She grabbed the bow out of her case and lifted her head so that her eyes might stalk his once again. "Aria, Op. 9." She answered with an oddly shaky speaking voice. The uncommon sound of nervousness was clear for Y/N to hear.
He'd never heard of that song and from what he could gather from the name, it was a more classical piece. He replied with a nod and offered her a small smile- just something to try and calm her nerves and shaking hands. His intentions seemed to work as her facial features relaxed and grew a little more pale. She drew a deep breath in through her nose before she started playing.
The notes that were left in the wake of Wednesdays deep concentration and elegant movements were enough to send a spiralling shiver down Y/N's spine. A shiver that reverberated across his ribs, like they were playing along with her symphony. The melody was pure and both dark and bright, romantic and eerie- it was what he imagined would be played at a funeral a few hundred years ago, which explained why Wednesday picked it. His feet could feel the vibrations from the bassy notes through the cold, wooden floorboards as the thick stone walls bounced back the sounds of her cello. He watched her as she played, fingers and hands moving with such grace, her face stained with concentration- he thought she looked pretty. A smile pulled on the very corners of his lips as he let his eyes close.
After what only felt like a fleeting moment of pure harmonic bliss, Wednesday's hands faded out as the beautiful piece came to a stop. He let his eyes open with a smile still very much on his lips. "You're beautiful- I mean, that was beautiful." He stumbled through his words, his cheeks prickling with heat. "Well- obviously you're beautiful too but I wasn't meant to say that out loud."
Wednesday's features relaxed despite the nervy tapping of her foot. A light layer of colour seemed to grow on her lips, like a disease or virus seeping beneath her pale skin- it plagued her for a while. "I am pleased that you enjoyed it." She replied as she stood, beginning to pack her things up.
Y/N watched her with furrowed brows. "Are you leaving?" He asked quietly.
"Yes."
"Why?"
Wednesday paused after she zipped the case of her cello up. "Because I didn't think out this step of my plan." She answered truthfully. She had just professed her love to him and now, she had no idea of how to proceed.
Y/N stood up and walked behind her. The magic of her honey-sweet music had reached his heart and lifted him with an ounce of courage. She turned and nearly walked into him. "I think I can handle the next step, 'Nes'." He told her, his eyes as lost in her gaze as he was lost in her music. She tilted her head to the side, showing a hint of confusion but she didn't move past him. Taking her lack of movement as curiosity, he leant down a little so that his nose, his lips were just a short distance away from one another. He could feel her warm, breath against his skin- again, a shiver shook his spine. He hooked a finger beneath her chin, feeling her cool touch as he guided her lips to his own, in unison their eyes closed. Much like the rhythm of the song, the kiss started slow but soon gained depth and grew in harmony as she pulled herself close to him. the pair broke apart in near breathless pants.
A silence filled the room. "I should probably go." Wednesday murmured, moving to haul her cello once more. She reached the door before the quiet was broken once more.
"It's late... you could stay the night if you want?- Well, what's left of it. It would save you carrying that cello up all those stairs." He blurted out. His offer was genuine but he was uncertain of how she would answer or if she would even give him an answer.
The small girl seemed to pause at the door, taking in and considering his offer. her cello dropped off her shoulder as she set it down. "Alright." She answered with a rare, small smile.
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Sorry for not updating in so long! It appears that I left too much university work to do and much too late so new parts might be slow for the next week or so :(( But, I hope you enjoyed this one! :))