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Agnes: *clutching a silver case* What short cut? There is only one road either going further into town or the reserve
Wednesday: There is an old wildlife trail that has been kept free of large debris, it will be rough but should suffice
Wednesday floors the gas swinging the truck onto the gravel road continuing past the lodge further into the reserve
Agnes: I don't mean to question your logic but how will traveling in the opposite direction . . .
Without warning Wednesday swings the steering wheel to the right leaving the gravel for a rough dirt path through the forest just wide enough to accommodate the truck, the trail wound back but began climbing upwards steadily
Agnes: What kind of wildlife trail is this?
Wednesday: A highly enraged gumberoo
Agnes: They're just large hairless bears aren't they? How could one do this?
Wednesday: Large ursine creatures that can breath fire when threatened
Agnes: What could threaten a gumberoo?
Wednesday: *solemnly* An Addams
Agnes: *goes silent out of respect*
Wednesday: *pushes the trucks capabilities but progress is slow*
After over a long struggle Wednesday suddenly jams on the breaks as the forest suddenly ends at the top of a barren snow covered ridge overlooking a half mile stretch of road
Agnes: The logging parcel?
Wednesday: Yes and no
Agnes: *observes the light layer of snow, something clicks* There aren't any stumps . . . This wasn't the result of logging was it?
Wednesday: No this is what happens when you ignite a mother gumberoo and three sub adult cubs, the land has still yet to recover
Agnes: I suppose there's no talking you out of this?
Wednesday: Not if you wish to keep your tongue
Wednesday pulls out a knife and pops open a section of console and begins cutting wires
Agnes: *worryingly unafraid* What are you doing?
Wednesday: There will be no point in arriving in time if only to be knocked out by the airbag
Agnes: Wednesday!
Wednesday: This is your last chance to bow out. I will not judge you harshly
Agnes: No look! *points at the road*
Wednesday looks up and sees a truck with reserve insignia traveling along the road
Agnes: and I suppose those aren't the cavalry
Wednesday: *looks in the opposite direction and sees a number of vehicles arriving from the other direction* Agnes if you could secure that case
Agnes clenches her arms around the case as Wednesday looks at the dashboard clock and sees the time is twelve thirteen. Then putting the truck into neutral and it begins to go over the edge of extremely steep ridge
Agnes: *white knuckling the case* If I do not not make it, tell Josephine I believe my feelings were developing beyond immature infatuation and into real love
Wednesday: Noted
As the truck careens at dangerous speeds the ridge begins to level off and she switches the truck from neutral into drive and steps on the gas
Agnes: *eyes shut* Are we going to make it?
Wednesday: *briefly sees Enid's looking at her from the cab of the truck she's about to hit* Yes
There truck slams into the rear end of the other sending both off the road
Wednesday barely conscious reaches into her breast pocket and pulls out an auto injector
Agnes: *clutching the case, coughing* Are we alive?
Wednesday: For the time being
Agnes: *through blurred vision sees what Wednesday is holding* Should you be using that?
Wednesday: From a perspective of health no *injects herself*
Agnes: Are you going to use it on me?
Wednesday: *mildly vibrating* No, stay here invisible until you've regained your senses then
Agnes goes invisible as she watches Wednesday suddenly ripped from the truck
. . .
Enid is sitting in the truck when Atticus pulls open her door
Atticus: *glares at her* What are you doing?
Enid: Driving? I thought you would be too injured to do it
Atticus: *mutters something under his breath*
Enid waits for him to get in the passenger seat
Atticus: Well?!
Enid: Are you going to put your seat belt on?
Atticus: *glares at her and puts it on*
Enid looks away from him and peels up the ramp causing him to be pushed back against his seat
As Enid began to turn left she looked in the rear view mirror as the lodge and Wednesday disappeared behind her. Feeling Atticus’ eyes burning into her Enid kept her own on the road
Atticus remains silent while they begin driving slowing on the roads that seemed to curve intentionally through the woods
Enid: Why were you looking for Yoko and Divina?
Atticus: What your going to believe that little psychopath
Enid: No . . . Then what were you doing that a little psychopath was able to catch you
Atticus: . . . We were looking for you
Enid: . . . Why would you be looking for me, mom said we wouldn't see each other until after the weekend
Atticus: Does it ever matter? You clearly weren't with Sven, if he's still alive
Enid: *goes silent for awhile*
Atticus: Why are you driving so slowly!
Enid: Sorry if I don't want to skid off the road like *goes silent*
Atticus: Maybe if you could just follow instructions for once, he wouldn't be gone!
Enid: *getting worked up* All I do is follow instructions!
Atticus: *yelling* If he wasn't so easy on you he would still be hear
Enid: *glaring notices most of the cuts to his face have healed* Your looking pretty healthy for someone who was tortured
Atticus: Why do you have to question every little thing, why can't you just trust the pack!
Enid doesn't respond and focuses on the road ahead as they round a corner it straightens out and she presses down on the gas and glares at Atticus
Enid: You want to go fast? Let's go fast *doesn't break eye contact*
Atticus begins to sweat and starts to respond
Enid hears something loud from outside and turns in time to see Wednesday staring at her just before the truck is slammed into and goes off the road
. . .
Bianca loaded up with two rifles about to exit the lodge looks at Divina who is just standing there
Bianca: Are you coming?
Divina: I think it would be better if I stayed here and prepared to treat anyone who might be injured
Bianca: *eyes narrowing* Wouldn't it be better to start performing first aid there
Divina: Right now my being there would only lead to potential confusion, it's better I stay out of it
Bianca: *frustrated* I don't know what you did, but when I find out there are going to be consequences *begins to leave*
Divina: *speaks up* Don't be afraid to use your voice . . . I do want you to return
Bianca: *bitterly* Using my voice has never improved a bad situation
Bianca steps out just as Ajax is pulling up she stows the rifles in the back and jumps in the passenger seat
Ajax: Where to beautiful?
Bianca: Just drive I'm sure we'll see it a long way off
Ajax: *driving away from the lodge* Do you really think it's going to be that bad?
Bianca: Honestly? I have no idea. I feel like the rug has been pulled from under me. Wednesday is bad at communicating but never this bad
Ajax: Maybe she's scared
Bianca: *shivers* I've only seen her truly scared a few times, hopefully we get there before the bloodshed starts
…
Pulling herself from the smoking truck Enid staggers for a moment her ears ringing then she remembers the last thing she saw before the crash. Wednesday looking at her from another truck
Enid: *coughs* Wednesday!
Staggering towards the other truck Enid grabbed the door and felt a wave of relief to see Wednesday alive and awake slashing the seat belt with her claws she pulled Wednesday from the truck
Enid: *arms wrapped around her* Oh my god what were you thinking??? Are you okay??? Where did you even come from???
Wednesday: *coughing incomprehensible pressed into Enid's chest*
Enid: Right sorry *let's go of Wednesday letting her breath*
Wednesday: *clears her throat, speaking at triple speed* In order I believed it was the only way to stop you from reaching your family and prevent your death. I have several sprained if not broken ribs. I have a severely sprained ankle and I seem to have broken one of my wrists. As to where I came from that ridge *points across the road*
Enid looks to the top ridge then back at Wednesday only to see her quickly limping back to the truck and pulling open the rear cab door and pulling out a rifle
Enid: Are you okay? You're speaking very fast
Wednesday: Likely not, I am having trouble controlling my rate of speech. I just took a dangerous dosage of an experimental adrenaline synthesized from Hyde blood. It was also the second dosage I have taken today and will likely begin to suffer adverse side effects within the hour. I am hoping I can resolve this before then
Enid grabs Wednesday by the shoulders and holds her in place
Enid: I don't know what that means exactly but it sounds dangerous. Why would you do that?
Wednesday: *takes a breath and attempts to slow her speech* I suspect I do not have all the answers but in short. You are in immediate risk of being killed. Your family declared you wolfshead and they are already here
Enid: *quiet and shaken* no . . . they wouldn't do that . . . deep down they-they care about me
Wednesday: *voice shaking as she struggles to speak slowly* I deeply regret that I did not give you a chance to digest this information somewhere safe but time has run out
Wednesday swings around and shoots over the heads of a number of armed figures approaching them and they scatter
Wednesday reloads the rifle then shoves it in Enid's hands
Enid: *surprised* What do you want me to do with this?
Wednesday: Preferably I would see you take it and flee. As I doubt you will do that, if you could cover me preferably from behind the truck
Enid: *struggling to keep up* What are you going to do?
Wednesday: I am going to make a last ditch plea for mercy. I doubt it will work but I must try. If I die please run, my family will protect you
Before Enid can stop her Wednesday is limping into the road with her arms in the air several warning shots can be heard but she doesn't stop
Enid ducks behind one of the trucks and holds the rifle to her chest and begins self soothing by taking deep breaths
Wednesday limps confidently toward two groups of people standing together
One group she doesn't recognize but they all appear to be wearing newly purchased winter gear both over and under prepared primarily men surrounding an older woman
On the other side she recognizes the Skadi pack; an approximate even number of men and women dressed for the conditions in well worn clothes. She notes Edda is not visible
Wednesday: *reaches deep, and hobbles forward* I am Wednesday Addams I am here to beg leniency from the Skadi pack on behalf of the wolf Enid Sinclair
The woman from the Sinclair pack steps forward
Esther: Enid Sinclair has been branded wolfshead she is beyond any mercy
Wednesday: *narrows her eyes then unleashes a wicked smile and performs a mock curtsy* My sincerest apologies, I had not realized the Skadi pack was in such disarray that they would allow the matriarch of a city pack speak on their behalf
Esther looks back nervously as the Skadi pack who are glaring at her and have begun to mutter in discontent
Her pack surrounds her as the Skadi pack begins to part allowing a wizened old woman to be wheeled forward
Edda: *let's out a cracking laugh* Hrafnhildur, always one to make trouble
Wednesday: Edda *takes a knee*
Edda: *laughs even more* The Sinclair woman is loud and does not speak for us. She is right there can be no mercy for wolfshead
Wednesday: *shoots up* I am aware, that is why I am challenging there right to brand her Wolfshead
Esther: *interrupts* Why are we even listening to an Addams!
Edda doesn't look but raises a curled wrinkled hand to dismiss Esther and her pack glares the rival matriarch into silence
Edda: *nods to Wednesday*
Wednesday: *points to a mile marker between herself* I am within the land you allotted as my hunting grounds, regardless of what is decided, these outsiders will leave and we will both remain
Edda: *nods* True Hrafnhildur, but I do not rule their pack
Wednesday: and I am not asking you to. You were told Enid was brought here to challenge Sven. Enid was told she was going to court him. Both were lies. I was contacted by Esther and told she was to die
Edda: *looks to Esther then spits on the ground* maybe a liar that does not change wolfshead is law
Wednesday: When she contacted me she thought I would take the hunting of an alpha wolf as a challenge. I told her our treaty prevented me from hunting any wolf. She told me if Enid survived the night she would be wolfshead. Enid is long rejected, she is a lone wolf. That requires two packs to agree for wolfshead
Esther: Enough this woman is harboring a wolfshead and I have evidence to suggest she's holding one of son's prisoner!
Esther's words were met by a moment of silence and all three groups looked at each other uncomfortably
Atticus stepped out from behind the truck beginning forward slowly arms raised followed by Enid with the rifle pressed against his back
Several members of the Sinclair pack open fire only for the Skadi's to pull weapons on them causing them to stop
Wednesday: You see! They would shoot through one of their own to kill her! This is an intentional vendetta
Both packs have guns leveled against each other
…
Knowing all the turns of the road as well she thought she knew Divina, Yoko keeps her foot pressed against the gas
Using vampire reflexes to make every turn coming around a corner she reaches a stretch of open road. Up ahead one truck has taken another off the road
Further ahead she can see what looks like a mob she hears several shots
Grabbing a baton Yoko smashes the glass of her windshield. Then focusing up she pulls her legs into her seat and crouches against the back rest with one hand on top of the dash. Reaching down she jams the baton into brake launching herself through the front of the jeep as it suddenly shows. One of her arm smashes against console breaking but she ignores the pain as she is hurled through the air.
Yoko: *bracing her arms in front of her face, moments before smashing into a truck* This girl better be worth it meiko
Enid had finally scraped together enough tips from the Weathervane to escape her chaotic family. One year lease on a tiny one-bedroom apartment in the city, signed and sealed. Life was finally looking up especially after Yoko gifted her the bright pink car despite Enid’s initial protests. “You need wheels, Pup. Consider it a housewarming present.”
It had only been a week with the shiny new thing when disaster struck.
“Fuck!” Enid hissed, rubbing the back of her head as she stumbled out of the back door of the car. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She was already late for the biggest job interview of her life, personal assistant to some big-shot executive and now this.
“Fuck!” Enid huffed, still rubbing her head as she fumbled for her phone and dialed Yoko with shaking fingers. “Pick up, pick up…” She said, biting her lower lip and tapping her foot.
The line rang one, two and then the recipient replied, “Yo, E! How’s the new car treating you?” Yoko’s voice filled Enid’s ear.
“I fucked up, Yoks…real bad.” Enid voice cracked.
Yoko sat up at her desk chair, “What happened? Are you ok?”
Enid looked down at herself, “I’m…fine. I think…”
Yoko sighed in relief, “Okaaay, so what’s the problem, Pup?”
“Ok, so…please don’t be mad.” Enid started.
“Why would I be mad?”
Enid whimpered, “I hit a Ferrari…”
“What? Were you going fast? How bad is the damage? You sure you’re ok?” Yoko rapid fired.
“I…I was late for an interview and thought taking a short cut would be best…how was I supposed to know a Ferrari would be parked in the narrow alleyway?!” Enid rambled, “Any way, I saw it and thought I could pass through and…now my car is stuck and it has the Ferrari pinned against a wall, side swiped and I don’t know if or not totaled…”
Yoko sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Of course something like this would happen to Enid… “What’s the license plate?” Yoko asked.
“Um…AI77250…” Enid replied, now pacing behind both cars while she assumed Yoko was searching the plate on her Pc.
“Shit…” Yoko said in a low tone, “I was afraid of this…”
“What?! What’s wrong?!” Enid panicked.
“The car you hit…it’s jet black isn’t it?” Yoko asked.
“Mm yeah…why?” Enid replied, now pulse racing.
“Fuck…” Yoko curse once more,
“The only jet black Ferrari in the city belongs to THE Wednesday Addams…”
Enid almost dropped her phone. She had heard about the infamous Wednesday Addams. She was the heir to the Addams empire. She was a ruthless business woman AND to Enid’s now demise, they woman whose assistant she had applied to be…
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” She gasped.
“Not unless Batman is in town…so, fuck…I’ll call the insurance, stay put and breathe, okay? I’ll call you back.” Yoko reassured.
“Ok…thank you, Yoks.” Enid whimpered. She decided to stand against the opposite wall, just staring at the damaged she’d caused when she heard the sound of heels coming down the ally. “Oh, no no no no no…” she scrambled to stand straight as Wednesday Addams stopped dead in her tracks, frowning, staring at the cars and her and back to the cars, her phone pressed against her ear, “Bianca, I will have to call you back…” Wednesday said into the phone, voice low and velvet. She eyed Enid up and down once more before she spoke again, “Some hot girl wrecked my car.” She flashed Enid a smirk as she walked straight up to her making Enid’s heart skip a beat…
Wednesday’s powers had always been volatile. Always shifting and evolving in unpredictable ways that left even her unsettled. But this new ability was something else entirely.
She could hear thoughts.
It started subtly. One morning, Enid’s voice rang through her skull like a cheerful alarm, looping her daily schedule with optimism: “coffee, class, blog post, fencing practice, werewolf club meeting…don’t forget the glitter pens!”
Wednesday had nearly clasped her hands over her ears, painfully aware that it wouldn’t help.
The rest of Nevermore was worse.
A constant, cacophonous din of insecurities, petty grudges, and hormonal nonsense. She learned to build mental walls, to dim the noise until it became a distant murmur.
Everyone except Enid.
Enid’s thoughts refused to be silenced. Wednesday could lower the volume, but the signal remained crystal clear, warm, and impossibly loud.
The breaking point came during her fencing match against Bianca. Wednesday was mid-lunge, blade slicing through the air, when Enid’s voice crashed into her mind like a rainbow wrecking ball:
“God, Wednesday looks really good in that fencing suit…”
She missed her footing. Bianca’s riposte connected cleanly.
“If I had one shot… but she’d never have eyes for someone like me.”
Wednesday froze. The match ended in humiliating defeat. She tore off her mask, ignored Bianca’s smirk, and stormed out of the hall without a word.
Later that evening, Enid returned to their dorm to find Wednesday sitting rigidly on her bed, wearing the noise-canceling earplugs she’d gifted her for her birthday.
Enid’s heart twisted with quiet concern. She knew what those meant, Wednesday had had a rough day and needed space.
So she said nothing, simply moving around the room with uncharacteristic softness.
But inside Enid’s head, the thoughts never stopped.
“I could offer her a massage… no, that would be weird. God, Enid, get a grip. You’re acting so gay for your roommate it’s actually cringe.”
Wednesday’s jaw tightened. The earplugs were useless.
“I wonder if she’d like to talk. I’d love to talk. She’s so smart and interesting and I can’t get enough of her voice… ah, her voice…” Enid sighed dreamily as she scrolled through her phone, completely unaware.
Wednesday’s face burned. She ripped the earplugs out, grabbed her cello, and headed for the balcony. Maybe the music would drown her out.
“Hey, Wends!” Enid called brightly. “Can I join you out there? The weather’s nice.”
Wednesday paused mid-step, unsure whether the words were spoken or another thought.
“Wends?” Enid nudged gently, stepping closer.
“…You may,” Wednesday answered, voice carefully neutral as she stepped outside.
“Yes!” Enid whispered triumphantly under her breath. “I love spending time with you… heck, I love you. I wonder if you’d ever marry me?”
Wednesday nearly dropped her bow. Enid, bright, colorful, relentlessly happy Enid, loved her? Wanted to marry her?
The realization settled over her like moonlight on still water.
She gripped her cello and began to play the most achingly romantic piece she knew, one her Father played on the piano for her Mother, her fingers moving with rare tenderness across the strings.
Enid watched, mesmerized, her thoughts painting the most beautiful, vulnerable pictures a girl in love could conjure: soft confessions, gentle touches, quiet mornings tangled together, fierce protectiveness, and a lifetime of choosing Wednesday over and over again.
Each one made Wednesday’s heart stutter in her chest.
For once, she didn’t try to dim the noise. She let Enid’s loud, tender thoughts washed over her, filling the spaces between the notes, as the evening air carried the music and something far more romantic between them…
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From the packaging to the printed cards to both comics, everything about this is perfect! I’m so happy and thankful to alcuzn/factory (insta) for the opportunity to work on the translation of Indelible 🩷🖤🙌🏽
It’s a dream of mine to see one of my fics printed out one day too!
Enid had overslept again and dressed in a frantic rush, barely making it to class on time. She slid into her seat beside a visibly irritated Wednesday, who immediately side-eyed her.
“Evening, Sinclair,” Wednesday snarked under her breath.
Enid sighed. “I know, I know. No more doomscrolling until 3 a.m., I promise.”
“You said that last time. I have stopped taking your promises seriously.” Wednesday’s gaze dropped pointedly to Enid’s crooked shirt collar as the lesson began.
The morning dragged on. As they hurried to their next class and Enid ranted about the latest plot twist in the show she had been watching with Yoko, Wednesday couldn’t stop noticing the crooked shirt collar. It was ridiculous how much it bothered her. Surely Enid would notice eventually or someone else would point it out.
By midday, Wednesday sat alone at the far edge of the quad, picking at her lunch while reading. She sensed Enid’s bright, vibrating energy approaching before she even looked up and let out a quiet sigh.
“Hello, Enid,” she greeted without lifting her eyes from the page. “So this you can manage to be on time for.”
“Ha, ha. Very funny,” Enid replied, dropping her things beside her with a grin. “Lunch is important! I need my nutrients, you know. Growing wolf and all.”
Wednesday lowered her book just enough to roll her eyes. Enid was smiling brightly at her, fangs on full display. The sight was almost endearing…until Wednesday’s gaze drifted back to that damn shirt collar, still crooked.
“Have you not seen yourself in a mirror all day?” she huffed.
“Huh?” Enid glanced down at herself. “What’s wrong?”
Wednesday turned fully toward her, grabbed the front of Enid’s collar, and yanked her closer with surprising force. “Your shirt has been crooked since first period. It has been driving me mad.” With sharp, efficient movements, she straightened the collar and bow tie.
Enid froze under her touch.
“There,” Wednesday said, voice lower now. One hand smoothed the lapel of Enid’s jacket while the other lingered at her neck, fingers brushing warm skin. “Now you look halfway decent.”
Neither of them moved.
Enid’s eyes flicked down to Wednesday’s lips, then back up. “Tha…”
“Am I interrupting something?” Yoko set her tray down with a loud clack and slid into the seat across from them, wearing a cheeky smirk.
Wednesday schooled her expression into perfect neutrality and slowly released her hold. “Negative. I was merely teaching Enid the basics of self-care.”
“Oh, I bet she knows plenty about self-care…” Yoko murmured, taking a sip from her blood bag as Enid’s cheeks flushed a deep, mortified pink.
FINALLY!!! After a long wait I finally finished this one! Please enjoy!
Enid Sinclair was supposed to spend Saturday preparing for the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s annual gala. Instead, she gets assigned to babysit a damaged sixteenth-century figurine and wait for a restoration specialist. The specialist arrives on a motorcycle, and unfortunately, Dr. Wednesday Addams is almost as strange as the artifact.
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It took Wednesday several months to find her werewolf roommate in the outskirts of Paris.
She was fully wolfed out and needed coaxing back to human form.
Wednesday never gave up on her, no matter the sleepless nights and bites, she was determined to bring her back and one night she finally did.
Enid had been human for less than forty-eight hours and was readjusting to bipedal life with a twist.
She was no longer as dangerous as she was 2 nights before but she held some of her wolfish characteristics, like the scratching…
She stood under the big oak near the Seine, while Wednesday was talking to her uncle. She was about to sit and lift one leg slightly to scratch behind her ear, before remembering human knees didn’t bend that way.
With a huff she settled for jamming her freshly manicured nails under the collar of her jacket and going at it with wolfish enthusiasm, scritch-scritch-scritch, blonde hair with its pink and blue tips fell messily over one eye.
“Enid,” Wednesday said flatly, watching from where she stood, “Are you molting or possessed?” She narrowed her eyes, studying her, “Possibly both…” She said matter-of-factly.
Enid froze mid-scratch, ears perking. “It’s not my fault! I was a wolf for months, Willa. I was…wild. And now my skin feels all wrong and itchy and…” She gave another aggressive little wiggle, one shoulder hiking up as she attacked the spot between her shoulder blades. “Ugh, I swear there are phantom fleas. They followed me back as little biting ghosts.”
Wednesday’s eyes shone with something dark and unreadable. She took a step closer in that eerie, silent way of hers. She was close enough that Enid could smell the faint trace of wet soil and coffee that always clung to her.
Without warning, Wednesday reached up and hooked two fingers under Enid’s chin, tilting her face to the side to inspect the reddened skin at her neck.
“You are exhibiting residual lycanthropic grooming behaviors,” Wednesday observed, clinical as ever. “Fascinating and repulsive. I find myself torn between documentation and immediate extermination.”
Enid whined, a soft wolfish sound that slipped out before she could stop it. “Don’t document me like some strange science experiment!”
A tiny, evil smirk tugged at the corner of Wednesday’s mouth. She released Enid’s chin only to produce, from the depths of her black coat a thin black leather collar studded with tiny silver spikes. It even had a little silver tag that read, “Property of Wednesday Addams. Do Not Pet.”
Enid’s eyes went wide. “Is that…a dog collar?”
“Flea collar, custom made. The bell was optional. I removed it. The sound would have driven me to homicide within the hour.” She replied casually.
Enid stared at it, then at Wednesday, cheeks flushing bright pink under the remaining traces of her wolfish flush. Slowly, a grin broke across her face, toothy, and entirely too pleased for someone being offered parasite control accessories. “You made me a flea collar,” she said, voice going all soft and wobbly. “That’s kinda…thoughtful, Wends.”
Wednesday reached up and fastened it around Enid’s neck with precise, gentle fingers, adjusting it so the spikes framed her throat like a regular choker. “It is a containment measure. If you continue to scratch like a mange-ridden stray in public, I will be forced to put you down.”
Enid leaned in and placed her forehead against Wednesday’s, still smiling as a soft purr rumbled from her throat.
The itch, miraculously, seemed to settle under the cool weight of the collar. “Thank you, Willa. For everything.”
Wednesday sighed, but her hand lingered at the nape of Enid’s neck, thumb brushing just under the leather in a slow, soothing circle. Neither of them pulling away…
“Ah! I see you have our new Wolfie her collar!” Uncle Fester’s voice boomed cheerfully. “Hate to be that guy but, we’ve got a Hyde to catch and the trail’s running cold.”
Wednesday closed her eyes, exhaled, and stepped back “Lead the way.”
She turned, leaving a now calm Enid wagging her metaphorical tail trailing behind her like a happy puppy.
It took Wednesday several months to find her werewolf roommate in the outskirts of Paris.
She was fully wolfed out and needed coaxing back to human form.
Wednesday never gave up on her, no matter the sleepless nights and bites, she was determined to bring her back and one night she finally did.
Enid had been human for less than forty-eight hours and was readjusting to bipedal life with a twist.
She was no longer as dangerous as she was 2 nights before but she held some of her wolfish characteristics, like the scratching…
She stood under the big oak near the Seine, while Wednesday was talking to her uncle. She was about to sit and lift one leg slightly to scratch behind her ear, before remembering human knees didn’t bend that way.
With a huff she settled for jamming her freshly manicured nails under the collar of her jacket and going at it with wolfish enthusiasm, scritch-scritch-scritch, blonde hair with its pink and blue tips fell messily over one eye.
“Enid,” Wednesday said flatly, watching from where she stood, “Are you molting or possessed?” She narrowed her eyes, studying her, “Possibly both…” She said matter-of-factly.
Enid froze mid-scratch, ears perking. “It’s not my fault! I was a wolf for months, Willa. I was…wild. And now my skin feels all wrong and itchy and…” She gave another aggressive little wiggle, one shoulder hiking up as she attacked the spot between her shoulder blades. “Ugh, I swear there are phantom fleas. They followed me back as little biting ghosts.”
Wednesday’s eyes shone with something dark and unreadable. She took a step closer in that eerie, silent way of hers. She was close enough that Enid could smell the faint trace of wet soil and coffee that always clung to her.
Without warning, Wednesday reached up and hooked two fingers under Enid’s chin, tilting her face to the side to inspect the reddened skin at her neck.
“You are exhibiting residual lycanthropic grooming behaviors,” Wednesday observed, clinical as ever. “Fascinating and repulsive. I find myself torn between documentation and immediate extermination.”
Enid whined, a soft wolfish sound that slipped out before she could stop it. “Don’t document me like some strange science experiment!”
A tiny, evil smirk tugged at the corner of Wednesday’s mouth. She released Enid’s chin only to produce, from the depths of her black coat a thin black leather collar studded with tiny silver spikes. It even had a little silver tag that read, “Property of Wednesday Addams. Do Not Pet.”
Enid’s eyes went wide. “Is that…a dog collar?”
“Flea collar, custom made. The bell was optional. I removed it. The sound would have driven me to homicide within the hour.” She replied casually.
Enid stared at it, then at Wednesday, cheeks flushing bright pink under the remaining traces of her wolfish flush. Slowly, a grin broke across her face, toothy, and entirely too pleased for someone being offered parasite control accessories. “You made me a flea collar,” she said, voice going all soft and wobbly. “That’s kinda…thoughtful, Wends.”
Wednesday reached up and fastened it around Enid’s neck with precise, gentle fingers, adjusting it so the spikes framed her throat like a regular choker. “It is a containment measure. If you continue to scratch like a mange-ridden stray in public, I will be forced to put you down.”
Enid leaned in and placed her forehead against Wednesday’s, still smiling as a soft purr rumbled from her throat.
The itch, miraculously, seemed to settle under the cool weight of the collar. “Thank you, Willa. For everything.”
Wednesday sighed, but her hand lingered at the nape of Enid’s neck, thumb brushing just under the leather in a slow, soothing circle. Neither of them pulling away…
“Ah! I see you have our new Wolfie her collar!” Uncle Fester’s voice boomed cheerfully. “Hate to be that guy but, we’ve got a Hyde to catch and the trail’s running cold.”
Wednesday closed her eyes, exhaled, and stepped back “Lead the way.”
She turned, leaving a now calm Enid wagging her metaphorical tail trailing behind her like a happy puppy.
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Think I'm gonna kill myself
'Cause a little suicide
Stick around for a couple of days
What a scandal if I died
Yeah, I'm gonna kill myself
Get a little headline news
I'd like to see what the papers say
On the state of teenage blues
Hey, I don’t know who you are, but if this is about how you’re feeling right now, I’m glad you reached out instead of staying alone with it.
If you’re thinking about hurting yourself, please talk to someone you trust or contact a crisis service in your area right now. You matter more than you might believe at this moment.
You don’t have to tell me who you are, but are you safe right now?
After finally transforming back into a human, Enid finds herself plagued by a strange sense of loss she can’t explain.
Her memories are fragmented, incomplete and slip through her fingers whenever she tries to grasp them. Yet despite forgetting so much, someone remains…
Her subconscious love for Wednesday is so deeply ingrained that while her mind can’t fully remember her, her soul remembers the feeling of her.
The problem is that what Enid’s body remembers most vividly is the feeling of Wednesday body and soul during the body swap.
So, without realizing it, she begins adopting darker clothes, sharper habits, and a more reserved personality. She tells herself it feels right, unaware that she is unconsciously clinging to the last piece of Wednesday she still has.
Little by little, Enid becomes a reflection of the girl she can’t remember.
The tunnel at the end of her own light.
And when Wednesday finally finds her, in an ironic twist, the girl who once brought darkness into Enid’s life becomes the one who restores her light.
Piece by piece, Wednesday pulls Enid’s memories back to the surface, helping her remember who she was before the loss, before the confusion, before she began searching for someone she couldn’t name.
In the end, Enid discovered that she had been missing a whole part of herself. A part that she could once again fully be now that she had Wednesday back at her side.
PART 1 BECAUSE I CAN'T POST ALL 35 PAGES IN ONE GO BUT DON'T WORRY I'LL REBLOG THE NEXT PARTS IMMEDIATELY!!
I'm so glad that after so long I finally managed to finish this freaking comic T^T I CAN Finally MOVE ON TO OTHER STUFF WOOHOO
Some things I've noticed while making this: I need to be sure of the pacing before I start cleaning up anything, I think that was definitely my biggest struggle, also I think my consistency is not the best (character wise) so I'll do some digging into that too.
If I could change anything as of now it'd be the corny and cringy dialogue… ANYWAY.
Overall this was a fun project! And also the biggest fancomic I've ever made! Thank you for your patience<3
These took a while because of exam season (which I'm still going through unfortunately) but they're finally here! I absolutely LOVED drawing Wednesday playing her cello and I'm quite proud of how it came out 🙂↕️🫶
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Guess what 👁️👁️ GARGOYLE ENID AND RAVEN WEDNESDAY ARE BACK WOOOOOOO
This is my official debut because I absolutely adore this AU and I've put so much love into making this world I CAN'T WAIT TO SHARE EVERYTHING!!
For now I'll have you know that this is going to be a small comic series with multiple parts! I'm not sure of how many parts this will end up being but I guess we'll find out as we go ✨
Enid and Wednesday wait at the bottom of the stairs on the main floor as Divina makes her way down
Divina: Is the lab prepped?
Wednesday: I sent Agnes ahead to prepare
Divina: Alright then let's get to it
Enid: What should I do?
Wednesday: . . . right, after what happened outside, suffice to say it will not be getting less graphic from here
Enid: *turns slightly green* oh
Wednesday: Perhaps for now it would be best is you waited up here
The door to the basement opens and Bianca and Ajax exit
Enid: *glares but doesn't say anything*
Wednesday: *looks at Divina* Give us a moment
Divina: Sure I'll go scrub in
Wednesday: Would you like to confront Ajax now?
Enid: . . . No, I just don't want to deal with it right now
Wednesday: Then it can wait
Enid: I just feel like I should be doing something this is my mess even if you have a weird connection
Wednesday: While frustrating I need you to trust I am doing what's best for you
Enid: *angry* That's what I've been told my whole life and it's starting to get old, why should I trust you when you admit your hiding things from me
Wednesday: . . . Anything I could tell you would just lead to increased anxiety
Enid: Well maybe I deserve to know! Maybe you need to put some trust in me!
Wednesday: . . . Two hours
Enid: What?
Wednesday: Give me two hours to work, trust me for two hours and then I will tell everything I will answer any question honestly and completely to your satisfaction
Enid: . . . Even if you don't think I can handle the answer?
Wednesday: Yes
Enid: . . . What time is it?
Wednesday points to large clock on a wall
Wednesday: Ten Thirteen, at Twelve Thirteen regardless of what is happening I will lay my heart bare if that is what you require
Enid: okay, I'll trust you until then, but what should I do now?
Wednesday looks over to the TV where a telenovella is playing
Wednesday: If you aren't hungry you could talk with Thing. What he lacks as a conversationalist he makes up for as an excellent confidant
Enid: *sighs* I guess I can do that
Wednesday starts to turn but is stopped by an iron grip in her shoulder
Enid: But in two hours you spill everything
Wednesday: On my life
. . .
Agnes stands and straightens up then looks at the captive fur now clearly back in control of his faculties
Agnes: *mock professional* My apologies for your rough arrival after I found you stalking my coworkers and threatening my partner. That must have been hard on you
Atticus: You'll see hard when I get out!
Agnes: *mocking* I will see hard and what will that look like?
Atticus: *growls and smashes at the glass with impotent rage*
Agnes: You really seem to have an anger problem, I could recommend a therapist
Atticus: Bring me my sister! That's all we want!
Agnes: The same sister who needed to be protected from you?
Atticus: That's pack business! If she knew I was here she would come willingly
Agnes: Then I guess it's a good thing she doesn't, no one does . . .
Atticus: *frustrated* When my pack finds me!
Agnes: It seems one already tried to, it didn't work out well for them
Atticus: What does that mean
Agnes: It means I have a fur to open up, in fact I should prepping right now, *smirks* until later
Agnes grabs the tray of surgical equipment from the previous night, in her rush to get to the lab she doesn't notice a scalpel fall to ground and forgets to properly shut the door behind her
Atticus notices the scalpel outside his cell and the door to the outer room open an inch
Atticus sits down and extends his claws and begins to whistle at a pitch that doesn't produce audible sound
. . .
Agnes enters the lab where Sven's body lays on a table moments before Divina arrives
Without reacting Agnes places the tray of tools next to the body
Divina: I thought you were preparing
Agnes: *doesn't blink* I have been
Divina: You didn't think to remove the clothes
Agnes: While I believe Wednesday witnessed it in situ I thought you would want to comment on the damage
Divina: Fine, . . . you forgot a scalpel
Agnes: *irked* . . . So I did, allow me to
Divina: Its fine I'll get one just start writing some observations
Agnes: *grinds teeth* Fine
Divina: *steps back into the hallway and checks her phone*
Wednesday: Is the lab ready
Divina: *jumps* Yes just getting a scalpel
Wednesday: *nods and enters*
. . .
Looking at the body on the table Wednesday flashes back to the night before last
Wednesday crests a rocky hill to an open valley, as the sounds of a muffled wolf howling fill the air she gets down and positions her rifle
An enormous blonde wolf bursts through the opposite tree line and stops taking in its surroundings
Wednesday watches as the large wolf looks up at the sky seeming to take in the stars
Then a second smaller wolf comes barreling out of from the woods and tackles into the first
The larger wolf recovers its footing and howls with indignation. But even as the second continues aggressively towards it, the first only maintains a defensive stance
Slowly the smaller wolf pushes the larger one backwards towards the edge of the hill. The large one refuses to attack only swatting at the smaller one whenever it gets to close
Wednesday is forced to reposition as both wolves near her position
As Wednesday relocates she hears a howl of pain and sees the smaller has latched onto one of the larger ones arms
The larger wolf swings the smaller towards the hill but before it can go sailing off the bigger one moves at speeds it shouldn't capable of and grabs one of its paws pulling it back
The larger wolf drops it then sniffs the air distracted. It looks to where Wednesday is crouched and makes direct eye contact with her
The smaller wolf has time to recover and takes the opportunity to attack again. The larger wolf looks away from Wednesday and goes back to defending itself
Wednesday makes a decision and reaches into her pocket without looking and loads her rifle
She waits for a clean shot on the smaller wolf and fires but only ends up winging it. It erupts with an angry howl and turns focus from the large wolf to her
As Wednesday tries to line up a second shot it is on her slashing her chest. As the wolf bears down on her it is suddenly yanked away and tossed several feet
The large wolf offers a paw to Wednesday which she accepts and is pulled to her feet. They stare into each other's eyes. The wolf nods at her and unsure what to do she returns the gesture
The sound of the smaller wolf grunting and getting back up breaks the moment. It is clear the second wolf does not intend to give up
Without thinking about anything else Wednesday levels her rifle at it. This time she had time to aim, fires and shoots it through the heart
It goes down hard and doesn't move, Wednesday points her rifle at the ground and refuses to look at the wolf by her side.
Wednesday waits to accept whatever the larger wolf might do. Instead of attacking the wolf walks towards the body
Wednesday watches but feels something warm and wet, she touches her chest and brings a finger to her lips tasting her own blood
As she sees the large wolf nudge at the smaller one, she turns and takes the opportunity to flee
Divina: Wednesday?
Wednesday: *snaps back* What?
Divina: I asked if you were ready? Are you sure you're up for this?
Wednesday: *grips the metal table and breathes* I don't have a choice
. . .
Enid: and what's that one? *pointing at a hunting trophy on the wall*
Thing, signs: American M-A-S-T-O-D-O-N
Enid: Mast-o-don? Like in Ice Age?
Thing: *gestures kind of*
Enid: Aren't they like extinct??
Thing signs: They are now
Enid: *points at another trophy* Obviously that's a bunny deer
Thing, signs: J-A-C-K-E-L-O-P-E
Enid: That's a dumb name I'm just going to call them bunny deers, do they live here?
Bianca: We have some a different kind they have white coats in the winter and brown in the summer
Enid looks and sees Bianca approaching with a plate of eggs and bacon
Bianca: I thought you might want something to eat
Enid: *coldly* thanks
Bianca: I'm not going to excuse what Ajax said he can speak for himself, but I am sorry it was more stress on top of what your already going through
Enid: *softens* It wasn't your fault he was being a dick
Bianca: *looks over to where Ajax is sitting by himself* yeah I don't want you to think I'm that woman who defends her asshole boyfriend
Enid: *sighs* but
Bianca: *shrugs* it was completely uncalled for but he has his own family shit and I think he was projecting
Enid: . . . I still want an apology
Bianca: That's the bare minimum
Bianca stands there awkwardly for a minute
Enid: *tries to break the tension* I'm surprised you don't have a unicorn head
Thing tenses then starts waving his hands
Thing, signs: Shut up
Bianca: *freezes* Don't say that . . .
Enid: Sorry I didn't realize unicorns were a sore subject
Bianca: *winces* Please stop using that word
Enid: . . . Unicorn
Yoko: *voice echoing* WHERE IS DIVINA !?! DID THEY GET HER?!?
Enid and Bianca turn to see Yoko standing butt ass naked at the top of the stairs, hair soaked, and wielding two katanas
Bianca: *covers Enid's eyes, responds loudly* False alarm Yoko, Divina is fine. But put some clothes on and come down shits about to hit the fan unrelated
Yoko: *salutes with a machete before walking away*
Bianca: Sorry about that
Enid: Her hearing is scary, is she always listening?
Bianca: No, she does her best to tune everything out, just certain trigger words to make sure we're safe
Enid: Words like *holds up her pointer finger to her forehead*
Bianca: Yeah it's a whole thing, but not completely overblown
Enid: . . . you said Divina and Wednesday were plan A what's plan B?
Bianca: . . . Let's hope it doesn't come to that
Part Twenty One
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