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When Wednesday accepted she had always had feelings for Enid, her mind raced. Ten years of emotions clawed their way through the shared quarters, wolf bond, and private moments. She catalogued every lingering glance, every brush of fingers, every time Enid’s laugh had loosened something inside her chest she had long believed atrophied. The question that followed was worse: did Enid feel the same, or was she simply…being Enid?

The arcade outing had been Enid’s idea, of course. Yoko and Divina added to the energetic chaos while Wednesday claimed the corner booth. She sat there with a book opened in her hands, yet she hadn’t turned a page in 20 minutes.

“You really have it bad for her, don’t you?” Yoko appeared without warning, smirking, fangs on full display as she caught her staring.

Wednesday’s eyes flicked down and noticed her book was upside down. She snapped it shut with a sharp click. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Yoko chuckled. “Right, right…Wednesday Addams doesn’t do feelings.”

“Correct.” She pushed the book away with finality.

“Then why have you been staring at her every 3 seconds?” Yoko questioned, grabbing a fry and sniffing it.

“I have offered Enid no such attention,” Wednesday said coldly.

Yoko’s grin widened wickedly. “I never said her name.”

Wednesday’s glare could have withered stone. The tip of her knife found Yoko’s kneecap beneath the table before the vampire could blink. “Speak another word, and I will redecorate this booth with your intestines.”

“Whoa! How’d you get that past…you know what, never mind…this just gave me an idea…” Yoko smirked.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes. “Speak.”

“Well, you know Enid is a…more action less words kinda girl right?” Yoko nudged as Wednesday just sat there glaring…

Yoko sighed, “You need to show her how you feel! I’ve seen you trying to get her to see it but you have to be more direct…” She continued, “Listen, later tonight, you’re gonna send her a nice message like: I had a nice time today, wish you’d come home with me or something along those lines and then I don’t know, maybe…send her a pic that would catch her attention.”

Wednesday frowned, “A picture?”

Yoko huffed in frustration, “Yes! A picture…mmm like a mirror selfie but make it…spicy!”

“Spicy…” Wednesday repeated curious, “Does that mean…”

“Yes! The kind that makes her forget how to breathe.” Yoko chuckled, imagining Enid’s face. “It’s the fastest and most direct way to…catch her attention. Trust me.“ Yoko reassured as she saw confusiones etching on Wednesday’s face. Also, sorry for interfering but I just…feel you need a push in the right direction.”

“And you think I would take advice from you?” Wednesday snapped, narrowing her eyes.

Yoko raised her hands in fake exasperation, “Hell yeah! I’ve got a girlfriend and you’re just sitting here staring at the girl you’ve wanted since God knows when!”

Wednesday frowned, nodded in understanding and ended the conversation.

The rest of the outing passed in a haze. Enid danced and laughed, bright and free under the flashing lights. Wednesday watched, mind already turning like clockwork…

Back in her apartment, Wednesday did her usual perimeter check and walked around the room. As she stepped into the kitchen, the magnetic strip of knives on the wall gleamed under the low light and an idea formed in her head…Her most beautiful, dangerous possessions would serve as her canvas...

She undressed slowly, then positioned herself in front of them, inspecting herself in the reflection. The largest cleaver, polished to a mirror finish, became her focal point. She angled her body carefully and began to take picture after picture...

She took several shots until the composition satisfied her. The chosen photo was lethal in its restraint.

Her thumbs hovered over the message thread.

W.A.: Evening, Enid. I was told it is appropriate to send a short message expressing how I felt today.

E.S.: WENDS 🥹 You’re texting ME unprompted?! 🙊 This IS the best day ever!! 😭

W.A.: Affirmative. I just wanted to say I had an entertaining time. Thank you.

E.S.: Aww, Wends! 🥹 That’s great! 🥳 I’m glad you had fun. 🩷

W.A.: Your presence continues to be one of the few variables that does not actively offend me.

E.S.: 😳 Wends…that’s like, the sweetest thing you ever said to me. 😳 I’m 🫠.

W.A.: It has also come to my attention that words are sometimes insufficient…Or so I was told.

She attached the photo and hit send before she could reconsider.

The response was immediate silence…

Enid’s phone nearly slipped from her fingers. Heat flooded her face, her chest and steeped lower… Her wolf instincts surged so hard her claws pricked the back of her phone. She stared at her screen. At first, she saw only the row of gleaming knives, beautiful, deadly, so very Wednesday. Then her eyes adjusted…the reflection. That body…

Pale skin. The elegant line of a collarbone leading down to full breasts, one nipple tastefully obscured by the cleaver’s hole, while the other curved softly in the reflection. The cleaver’s wide blade framed the smooth expanse of Wednesday’s toned abs, past the dip of her belly button, all the way to the shadowed promise just above her hips... Her face wasn’t visible, but Enid had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing…

E.S.: HOLY FUCKING SHIT…Wednesday…


E.S.: FUCK


E.S.: You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?


E.S.: I’m coming over RIGHT NOW, do not move!

Wednesday smirked in the dark, the ghost of a genuine smile tugging at her mouth as she read the reply. She set the phone down on the counter as her job was now done. She walked to the living room, sat on her favorite armchair, still completely nude, and waited, pulse thrumming with anticipation…

Wednesday gets herself stuck strangely late at night, and Enid is the only one she calls for help. What starts as a rescue quickly turns into something much more heated...

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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“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.

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.

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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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.

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.