Adult Wednesday Addams
Many of you may remember the Adult Wednesday Addams web series from some years ago by Melissa Hunter. It lasted for 2 seasons before getting ‘ceased and desisted’ by the copyright holder, but with the new official Wednesday series about to drop, the algorithm has seen this resurface
Season 1
Episode 1.1 // Episode 1.2 // Episode 1.3 // Episode 1.4 // Episode 1.5 // Episode 1.6 // A Special Message From Wednesday
Season 2
Episode 2.1 // Episode 2.2 // Episode 2.3 // Episode 2.4 // Episode 2.5 // Episode 2.6 // Episode 2.7
Other
Ghouls Night In // Ghouls Night Out
Post AWA Interviews
UPDATE on Adult Wednesday A***** // Melissa Hunter Talks 'Adult Wednesday Addams'
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Time, and other hazy concepts Adult!Professor!Wednesday x Larissa Weems fanfiction
This is a weird fic, born of a sleep-deprived brain sometime in December, which I never felt like going back to fix for posting until now. It is disconnected and stream of consciousness-like, but not quite. I hope it speaks to you in some weird way. It is a a weird, meandering one-shot exploring how convoluted a seer’s brain can be. OOC, adult professor Wednesday/Larissa Weems.
Can be read on AO3 here - while my fanfiction masterlist ( admittedly with less weird stuff) is here
Wordcount: 1189
Tags: Weird prose, OOC, Coming out themes, Genderfluid Larissa Weems, Age difference, Adult Wednesday, Professor Wednesday, Kind of a stream of consciousness.
Time, and other hazy concepts
Wednesday Addams has a weird relationship with Time. Being plagued by visions of multiple possible pasts, presents and futures tends to do that to a person. Some people think of time as a line, others see it as a recurring circle of inevitable events. But to her, it is more like the ocean, with currents and waves, with ebbs and flows and whirlpools. This gives her a unique outlook on life, one that is often misunderstood by those whose normie brains are restricted by chains of their own making.
Look at Nevermore, for instance. Wednesday had come and gone and returned. And the school had always been there to envelop her in its long, narrow corridors and its stained-glassed windows like a mother, waiting for her wayward child. Different, as well as still the same. Time didn’t seem to touch the Academy: it changes and remains the same while throngs of students pass through its halls. Some vampires take decades to complete even one single schoolyear here at Nevermore, because they get lost in their own personal projects and there's no real hurry, right?, not when you're eternal. Wednesday feels like she understands them now. There’s so much to learn, so much accumulated knowledge hiding in the dusty tomes and experienced people, and to discover in labs and gardens and cellars alike.
She almost doesn’t notice when people start to call her Professor Addams. She quite likes the sound of it. They talk of her in whispered tones, reverently, they tell stories of the amazing psychic Raven, the one who had saved the school and the whole outcast world. When she crosses the quad, which is always a pentagon, their hushed tones quiet down in an awed silence, and Wednesday wonders if they too can see the fiery inferno that coursed through this place as if it was still there, the blackened hand of death from which life sprung back. Because Death is mysterious and tantalizing, but Life turned out to be quite awe-inspiring as well, an adventure which she had not anticipated would be so rewarding to explore.
Sometimes, she even remembers to show up on time to her own lectures. But Time, as she well knows, is a hazy concept, and the students just learn to drop by her classroom once in a while and see whether or not there’s a lesson going on. She likes it that way. It makes more sense to her, and Nevermore’s schedule wraps around her in a hug, adapting to her as it adapts to the specific needs of the generations of outcasts that travel through its hallways.
In one timeline Wednesday had held her as her eyes glossed over in the cold throes of death. But in this one she lifts her eyes every day to see Principal Weems solidly at the helm of Nevermore Academy as she should be. As she has always and will always be. There is still debate in the scientific community on whether or not shapeshifters actually age, but age is just a way to try and trap Time, and is not something that has ever made much sense to Wednesday. Principal Weems just is, like the school that is her pride and joy. She is eternal, she has always been.
Principal Weems has been the one who invited Wednesday back to her home, Nevermore, and offered her a room in the faculty quarters and molded the schedule around her new employee’s wandering habits. She is the one that invites Wednesday to her office once in a while, to talk about the students and the school and the past over a glass of wine. And if they end up staying up talking till the lights of dawn start to filter through the window and the embers are dwindling up in the fireplace, what is but one night in front of the whole of Time? They are one and the same, Wednesday and the principal, two sides of the same coin, hard-headed and passionate, unforgiving and unyielding in the things they deem important.
Larissa Weems still calls her exhausting and a trouble magnet, but with a kind, knowing smile and Wednesday feels like the principal is the only one that can make sense of Wednesday’s own thoughts and ways. Because in all of the timelines, in all of Time’s roaring tempestuous waves, she was there by Wednesday’s side when it mattered. When they saved the school, together. So, when one night Larissa’s strong hand covers Wednesday’s own in a silent request, Wednesday curls her own around it, basking in the warmth that glows in her dark heart.
She still plays the cello in the night on her old terrace but her eyes don’t follow the written partition anymore. She pours her soul out and crafts it into music, her fingers travelling on the chords, and pulling the bow mercilessly across the instrument. Her eyes never leave the icy ones of the only person in front of her, the one she dedicates her performances to, the one that never ceases to listen to her, rapture on her beautiful face. They are beyond Time, beyond Reality itself when they are there, wrapped in each other as well as in the music. When the last cello note ends vibrating in the night air, Wednesday runs her fingers on another instrument, and makes her sing through the night.
Change is Time’s child, and its parent. How can things change if they are suspended above the roaring seas that want to buffet them around in the currents of befores and afters? Wednesday accepts Change as she does Time, unflinching and unperturbed by its schemes. But she can understand that for others change is scary, and overwhelming, and she gently guides her principal and lover through its difficult twists and turns and traps, with a patience that surprises the both of them. Some things are worth being patient for. A golden band on her finger is a change that Wednesday finds herself staring at more often than others, a phantom of a smile ghosting on her lips. Maybe it is not a change, though, maybe the familiar weight of ring had always been there, its meaning has always been there. Now it has only taken on a physical form, but it doesn’t change Wednesday feelings. Those have always been and always will be.
Wednesday has never been one to put things in boxes and label them. You cannot contain an ocean in a box, and you can't label all of its waves. So when her wife breaks down in front of Wednesday and tells her that on some days she feels like her husband instead, Wednesday holds them and dries their tears, kissing them away together with their worries. She calls them Larissa on wife days, and Lars on husband days and goes on loving them with all of her big black heart.
As far as we know, there is still a Nevermore Academy somewhere, in some fold of Time. The students come and go and Principal Weems is there to guide them and help them, together with their wife, Professor Addams.
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022), Adult Wednesday Addams (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair
Characters: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams
Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Pining, Adult Wednesday Addams, Time Travel, Inspired by The Time Traveler's Wife, but make it sapphic, Murder Mystery, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Drabble, Triple Drabble, inspired by multiverse of madness, inspired by spiderverse, Yearning, Sapphic
Summary:
Enid Sinclair meets Adult Wednesday Addams.
They decide to solve a murder together.
Typical first date, you know?
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