- if wednesday addams forced enid sinclair to wolf out infront of her? one shot
tags ; toxic dynamics, curiously possessive!wednesday, helpless!enid, stockholm!enid, violent themes, aftercare atleast 😘
inspired by that scene of laurel and tyler in the cave
disclaimer: i do not condone abuse in any way, this is fiction, please separate this fic from the actors and characters and their actual dynamics from the show. please click off if you do not wanna read whatever’s in this post if you’re gonna try and hate on me after 🐺🐺
“I wish Enid Sinclair loved me more than anyone in the entire world.”
The sounds of chain rattling echoed through the walls of Wednesday’s theory room. Enid was kneeling, utterly useless and unable to defend herself, not when Wednesday was towering over her, forcing the wolf to claw her way out of her chains. Her boot pressed into Enid’s back, making the werewolf yelp in more pain than she already was in after kneeling on cold concrete floor for several hours now. “Don’t be so dramatic, Sinclair. I’m conducting an investigation.” She hissed, running her hands through the muscles of her back. “I wonder if you can force a werewolf to wolf out.” She muttered, looking over at her book that had pages out on lycanthropy theories, highlighting multiple lines with diagrams written all over the page.
Wednesday had been fantasising about this all year ever since she’s taken a sudden obsession to Enid’s species. The thought of forcing Enid to take her wolf form and back into human, willingly, sent rare chills through her body. The next thing Enid felt was a blinding web of white-hot agony press into her side, Wednesday was holding a taser to where it hurt. She felt Enid fighting against it with her shifting bones, her yelp dying in her throat as the voltage climbed through her veins, “Wednesday stop!” She managed to choke out despite the relentless pain from the taser to her side. The moment Wednesday pulled it back, the blonde had slumped over, body instinctually shifting even closer to the wall, forcing her knees to drag her closer. “Interesting.” Wednesday uttered.
“How many times are you gonna do this?”
“I’m not wolfing out! You’re hurting me-”
“You’re going insane, Wednesday. I’m telling you—insane! Forcing me to wolf out is possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had since the stupid body swap!” Enid cried, hands thrashing against the restraints on her wrists. She was right, Wednesday didn’t even know why she had taken this sudden obsession, but once she started she really couldn’t stop. Her heart should ache—should start to drop whenever she knows she’s the one hurting Enid. “It’s inevitable that you start to wolf out by .. now.” Another press of the taser to her side, causing the werewolf’s body to jerk upward in sudden pain. The raven haired girl simply grabbed the back of her hair to yank her head back, soothing her with a sudden kiss, “If I keep rewarding you with affection, will you comply?” She asked. Enid nodded slowly, hesitantly. She should say no as she was the one at her mercy. She should do everything. She was stronger than Wednesday, for christ’s sake! “Until I wolf out.” Enid muttered to herself, trying to keep herself calm, “Yes, good girl.” Wednesday’s eyes lit up with satisfaction.
Another press of the taser. And another. Followed by kisses to make the blonde feel like she’s still being loved more than being used.
“You’re not wolfing out.”
Enid swallowed, feeling as if she had personally disappointed Wednesday, her arms are tired from being held up by the chains. Her knees have simply went numb—this should’ve made her wolf out. “Do I have to resort to using injections, Enid?” She grabbed her hair again, “I did mean to keep it simple. But if you won’t comply, i’ll simply have to make this a quicker process.”. Enid was desperate, she’d rather just go through the pain of wolfing out without a full moon than be in this room with Wednesday ever again. Wednesday took the silence as a positive response before she stabbed Enid at the side with her medical syringe, a concentrated dose of synthetic adrenaline immediately running through her body. The effects were quick, Enid cried—like actually cried, her body shifted, and before Wednesday knew it—she was watching her fantasy come true.
Enid stood there in her wolf form finally, huffing and growling, while Wednesday stood frozen, a rare smile coming to her face. “It worked. My theory was right.” She admired the wolf above her with the fur on its head coloured. Wednesday wasn’t above using drugs to get what she wants. It was almost amusing to her, how just an injection can gain her a wolf. Her mind was going and thinking all sorts of things. Could she control her? Could she do this everytime now? Perhaps training her into doing this willingly everytime? For now, she could stick with this.
It took a while to get Enid back in her human form, but it worked. The blonde was nesting in her own bed, still shooken up from earlier, yet, it was worth for how Wednesday was petting her head and kissing her like she was actually finally on the same level as her. “I’ve made you proud, Weds?” She muttered to herself, yet loud enough for Wednesday to catch. “You have.” She said simply. “Though I’d rather train you into doing it whenever I ask next time.” Wednesday added as she pressed another kiss to the top of her head.
Enid was utterly pathetic—disgusted with herself even.
But when Wednesday looked at her like that, appreciating her in pain and when she’s in her wolf form. It seemed to almost get rid of the shame she has in herself for giving into her so easily.
