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Wednesday woke with a sharp gasp, skin slick with cold sweat. The nightmare still clung to her, Tyler’s face, that cursed kiss, the monster beneath the man she was manipulated into liking... She had tried every mental exercise, every ritual of detachment, but her unconscious mind refused to purge him. That kiss…still haunted her. Her first kiss…tainted by a serial killer. The memory made her stomach turn unpleasantly.

She secretly wished she could want romance…just enough to overwrite the memory with something that didn’t make her skin crawl. But she wasn’t built that way. And it wasn’t as if anyone was lining up for the privilege anyway…

A soft rustle came from the other side of the room. “Wends?” Enid’s voice was thick with sleep. “You okay?”

Wednesday cleared her throat but said nothing, staring at the ceiling.

Enid sat up, ears twitching faintly. “Your heartbeat’s going crazy.” She padded over on bare feet and perched at the edge of Wednesday’s bed. “I am fine, Enid,” Wednesday said, tone clipped. “Go back to bed.”

Enid shook her head, stubborn even half-asleep. “Scoot.”

Wednesday hesitated only a second before shifting over. They had done this before on nights when nightmares won but they never spoke of it. Just…friends supporting each other.

Enid slipped under the covers and lay beside her. At first Wednesday stayed rigid as a corpse. Then, slowly, she exhaled and turned onto her side. Enid mirrored her, their faces inches apart in the dim moonlight.

“Hi,” Enid whispered, smiling softly. She reached out and tucked a stray strand of dark hair behind Wednesday’s ear, fingers lingering against her cheek.

Wednesday’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch. The nightmare’s grip loosened, replaced by the warmth radiating from Enid’s body. “You do not have to…”

“I want to,” Enid cut in gently. “You’re always there for me. Let me be here for you.”

Silence stretched, comfortable and heavy. Enid’s thumb brushed Wednesday’s jaw, tracing the tension there. Wednesday’s breath hitched. The vulnerability felt dangerous, worse than any monster but for once, she didn’t pull away.

“Talk to me. What was it this time?” Enid’s asked gently.

“Enid…” It came out quieter than intended.

Enid’s gaze dropped to Wednesday’s lips. “Just tell me what you need…”

Wednesday was quiet for a long moment. Then, in a low, reluctant voice: “Tyler. Again. The dream always ends the same…with that wrenched kiss. The one I cannot erase no matter how hard I try. I despise that my first was taken by that monster...” Her fingers tightened in the sheets. “I keep wondering if something is wrong with me…why I allowed it... I cannot seem to purge it from my mind.”

Enid’s expression softened with understanding. She shifted closer, wrapping her arms around Wednesday in a warm, secure hold. “There is nothing wrong with you, Wends. Not one thing. Tyler tricked you, he’s the monster, not you. You’re allowed to feel shaken by that. But it doesn’t define you.” She gently lifted Wednesday’s chin so their eyes met. “You’re so strong, and so incredibly kind even when you pretend not to be. You notice everything. You protect the people you care about with everything you have. You’re brilliant, and funny in the driest, most perfect way…and you’re beautiful. Inside and out. Anyone who gets to be close to you is the luckiest person alive. I know I am.” She smiled, eyes glistening with admiration.

The words sank deep in Wednesday’s soul. She stared at Enid, guard fully lowered, something raw and aching in her dark eyes. Enid’s gaze drifted slowly down to Wednesday’s lips once more, lingering there, making Wednesday’s breath hitch. “Enid..”

Enid leaned in first, hesitant, giving Wednesday every chance to pull away. Their lips met softly, warm and shy at the start. Then Wednesday made a quiet sound and kissed back with more urgency, fingers threading into Enid’s messy pink-and-blue hair, pulling her closer.

Enid melted into it, shifting on top with ease, knees bracketing Wednesday’s hips. The kiss deepened quickly, still tender but growing more passionate, tongues brushing, breaths mingling, hands exploring. Enid’s palm slipped under Wednesday’s shirt, stroking warm skin along her side. Wednesday arched subtly into the touch, one hand cupping Enid’s face as if memorizing her. She nipped at Enid’s lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. Their bodies pressed flush together, legs tangling, the nightmare burning away under the heat of something real and mutual.

They kissed like that for a long time, needy and intense, little pauses where they’d press foreheads together and breathe the same air, smiling softly. Wednesday’s hand moved up to play with a strand of Enid’s colorful hair. Enid nuzzled her nose against Wednesday’s cheek, “Better?” She whispered.

Wednesday’s eyes were dark, pupils blown and full of emotion. She hooked a leg around Enid’s waist and flipped them in one smooth motion, now hovering above her. “Much better,” she murmured, voice rough, before claiming Enid’s mouth again, hungrier this time, hands exploring with growing confidence as they sank deeper into the bed. “Stay…” She murmured against her lips.

Enid, still trapped in Wednesday’s body, slipped back into the dorm and noticed Wednesday wasn’t back from wherever she had gone, trying to get them back into their own bodies.

She sighed, the sound lower and sharper than her own, and walked toward their circular window. It had started raining heavily, and she hoped Wednesday wouldn’t take long.

She slid down the window, pulling out her phone and scrolling aimlessly through it. She went from recent messages from her pack mates asking to hang out, which were left unanswered, to her camera roll.

She stared at her most recent picture. It was of Wednesday’s face smiling back at her, dimples on full display. Enid traced the curve of that familiar mouth. She’d never see Wednesday smile like that in her own body. She smiled, glad she could at least keep this one for herself.

She kept looking through her pictures and saw one of herself; she had just finished fixing her hair, colors brightly reapplied, and the addition of bangs framed her face nicely.

A pang of nostalgia twisted in her chest as she saw her face, her own smile, blue eyes, and style. It was a strange feeling she couldn’t explain, but she trusted Wednesday and knew that she would get them out of this soon.

One more scroll landed her on a semi-selfie she had with Wednesday. More like Wednesday reading behind her as she took a selfie, but they were both in frame so that’s what counted. Her finger hovered over Wednesday’s face, and she sighed, “Just a little more…” she whispered like a plea. She closed her eyes as a silent tear rolled down her cheek…

She shook her head; there was no reason to be sad. They still had several hours before the curse took their… “I shouldn’t think that.” She said lowly, placing her finger over the picture to scroll, and it all went black; her head shot backwards, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she dropped to the floor…

…

Wednesday stalked through Nevermore’s halls in Enid’s body, irritation radiating from every bouncy step she couldn’t suppress. Her mother had caught her snooping near Rotwood’s séance chamber. “If only I had my body…” She grumbled under her breath.

She approached a group of students blocking the corridor. Her glare, usually lethal, didn’t have the same effect in Enid’s body. “Move,” she barked, “or your worst nightmares come true right now.” She barked, making some students giggle while others started whispering among themselves… She huffed, shoving through the crowd of unbothered students, stepping on toes without remorse.

As she reached the top floor where their dorm was, her hackles rose, and her nose twitched, catching a familiar scent laced with distress. “Enid.” She broke into a run, slamming their door open. “Enid!” She rushed to Enid’s side, dropping to her knees where Enid was lying. Black tears streaked Wednesday’s pale cheeks. Enid stirred as Wednesday helped her sit up, knees drawn close, looking heartbreakingly small in the dark uniform.

“Wends…” Enid’s voice cracked. Fresh black tears spilled over.

“You had a vision…” Wednesday murmured, her hand instinctively reaching for her face. “What did you see?” She pushed her bangs out of her eyes in comfort.

Enid shook her head, “I couldn’t…I didn’t…they all…” She sobbed into her hands, trying to get a hold of her emotions but failing miserably.

Wednesday felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom in her chest at the sight of Enid’s raw vulnerability. She knew the razor edge of her visions all too well and wouldn’t wish them upon Enid…ever… “You are safe, Enid.” She pressed a hand on her knee, then shifted to rub slow circles on her back. “Try to focus. What did you see?”

Enid sobbed, pulling her hands away from her face, startled by the inky stains on her fingers. “We were in the school… Several Hydes attacking. So much blood. I…I couldn’t wolf out.” Her eyes squeezed shut. “I walked past the bodies… Ajax… Bianca… Eugene… I couldn’t save any of them.”

Wednesday pulled her closer, arms wrapping around Enid’s trembling frame. Enid buried her face in the crook of Wednesday’s neck, nuzzling instinctively for comfort. Wednesday’s nose twitched at her own scent filtered through Enid’s heightened senses. Something in the werewolf body responded without permission: a low, soothing rumble rose in her chest as calming pheromones filled the air.

Enid sniffled, and her breathing began to normalize. “Did you…did you just…”

“I believe so,” Wednesday said, faintly embarrassed. “Is it helping?”

Enid nodded, nuzzling closer. “Tots…”

Wednesday’s borrowed body ran extremely hot. Her werewolf anatomy, pulling every lever to protect and comfort…though she didn’t know why… She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself, “Was there more?” She questioned quietly.

Enid nodded against her shoulder, “Agnes came. She was freaking out, saying something about Tyler getting you…We ran…he buried you alive and…” Her voice cracked again, louder sobs returning.

Wednesday caressed the back of Enid’s head, releasing another wave of pheromones. Enid suddenly pulled away as if burned.

“I couldn’t get to you in time…I tried…we tried but…when we reached you…it was too late…” Fresh tears spilled from Enid’s eyes. It was a strange sight to witness, as Wednesday hadn’t seen herself cry since she was a child. “I…pulled your lifeless body out of that hole… There was nothing I could do…”

Wednesday frowned, trying to figure out what the vision could mean and how to prevent it. “It was just that, Enid. Nothing more.”

“I COULDN'T WOLF OUT! I COULDN'T SAVE YOU! EVERYONE DIED BECAUSE I'M WEAK!” Enid bolted upright. Wednesday rose with her, steady and calm. “Enid. I will not let that happen.” She opened her arms.

Enid stepped into the hug immediately, squeezing tight. “You can’t die…not on my watch. Promise me.”

Wednesday wrapped her arms around Enid just as fiercely. “I shall not die. Not if I can help it.”

Enid let out a wet chuckle. “Please tell me you have a plan…”

Wednesday held her a moment longer, thinking. Failure was not an option. “I do. I will not fail you, Enid Sinclair.”

“Good, ’cause I’m not losing you,” Enid whispered into Wednesday’s ear, breath warm and tickling.

Wednesday pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, fingers gently brushing colorful bangs aside. “We will fix this tonight. Your vision will not come true. This I pledge to you.”

Enid smiled, bittersweet but steadier, “I sure hope so…God, how do you deal with those?!” She rubbed her temples, “That was intense…to say the least.”

Wednesday nodded, “They are…eventually, one gets used to them…but they never get easier…”

“I’ll never complain about my body… EVER!” Enid sighed, still wiping at the faint black stains on her cheeks. “Can we get ice cream or something, please?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes, the motion exaggerated in Enid’s expressive face. “One scoop. Then we return to Rosalind Rotwood’s grave. We have no choice if we wish to reverse this.”

She walked stiffly toward the door, Enid trailing close at her heels. The memory of the vision still weighed heavily between them, but the simple act of moving forward felt like defiance.

They ate their ice cream quickly under Nevermore’s night sky, shoulders brushing in the cool air. The sweetness was a small, fleeting comfort. As they made their way through the rain-soaked grounds toward the cemetery, Wednesday’s mind raced. Weems had warned her earlier; others who tried this ritual had paid with their lives. Sacrificing something deep and personal was the only way out. She would have to burn that bridge when it came…

Enid bumped her arm lightly. “Whatever happens…we face it together, right?”

Wednesday glanced sideways, her voice low and resolute. “Together. This curse ends tonight.”

Feral Heat

Wednesday had proposed to Enid exactly 3 months ago and they had only just returned from a blissful 2-week trip to France.

Yoko had kindly picked them up from the airport and was now helping Enid unpack in their bedroom, the two of them chatting and laughing as Enid recounted every highlight of the honeymoon-like getaway.

Wednesday, however, was locked away in her study, desperately trying to catch up on the writing she had completely neglected during their vacation.

Her fingers pressed against the keys in a steady, rhythmic clack as she typed the latest chapter of Viper de la Muerte but the loud, frustrated rant suddenly booming through the thin apartment walls completely derailed her.

“I swear to god, Yoko,” Enid growled, pacing audibly. The scent of her oncoming heat was already thick in the air, sweet and needy. “This heat has me feral. I get that Wednesday’s busy catching up on her writing, but fucking myself is not enough anymore…” Enid’s voice grew louder, raw with frustration and desire. “I need to be fucked into the mattress until I’m nearly unconscious. I need it so hard the whole block knows I’m getting my back blown out!”

Wednesday’s lips twitched in a spark of dark amusement and something far hotter that ignited low in her belly. She slowly stopped typing, rising from her chair calmly, crossed to the locked drawer in her bookshelf, and retrieved a thick, black strap-on she had acquired weeks ago for precisely these…eventualities.

She slid the harness on over her black jeans, settling it against her hips, adjusting the leather straps with a snap and she stormed out.

The door to their bedroom flew open with enough force to slam against the opposing wall.

Yoko was mid-laugh on the edge of the bed. Enid stood in the center of the room in nothing but an oversized band tee and panties, cheeks flushed pink, eyes wide with surprise.

Wednesday locked eyes with her fiancée, voice low and utterly serious. “Then I blow out your back.”

Enid’s mouth fell open in shock.“YOKO! OUT! NOW!”

Yoko didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed her phone and practically flew out the door, “Have fun!” She muttered over her shoulder before it slammed shut.

The second the lock clicked, Enid was on Wednesday or rather, Wednesday was on her…She had crossed the room, grabbed Enid by the waist, and shoved her backward onto the bed.

The werewolf landed with a bounce, legs already spreading instinctively.

“You have been exceptionally vocal tonight, Sinclair,”Wednesday murmured, crawling over her. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Enid’s panties and yanked them down in one rough motion. “Allow me to provide the demonstration you so desperately crave.”

“Wednesday…fuck…” Enid gasped as the cool silicone pressed against her slick entrance. She was already soaked, hips rolling up desperately.

Wednesday didn’t tease. She gripped Enid’s thighs, pushed them wide, and drove in with one deep, merciless thrust.

Enid’s back arched off the bed with a broken moan. “Yes…god, yes!”

Wednesday set a steady rhythm immediately, hips snapping forward hard enough that the bedframe slammed against the wall. Each thrust was controlled, deep, and unrelenting, exactly what Enid had begged for.

“You wanted the whole block to know?” Wednesday panted against Enid’s ear, voice dark velvet. “Then scream for me…I want my name ripped from your throat, raw…”

Enid did. Loud, shameless, needy sounds spilled from her throat as Wednesday fucked into her hard, the strap dragging perfectly against every sensitive spot inside her, the base grinding against Wednesday’s swollen clit under her jeans with every roll of her hips.

Enid’s claws dug into Wednesday’s back, ripping her shirt spurring the goth on.

Wednesday was being rough. She grabbed Enid’s wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand, and used the other to hike Enid’s leg higher, changing the angle until Enid was sobbing with pleasure. “W…Wednesday…harder…please!”

“Such a greedy little wolf,” Wednesday growled, obliging instantly. She pounded into her harder, the wet slap of skin and the rhythmic creak of the bed filling the room. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

Enid’s eyes rolled back. Her body started to shake, thighs trembling around Wednesday’s waist.

“I’m…fuck…I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, mon loup.” Wednesday commanded, leaning down to bite Enid’s neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Let them all hear how thoroughly I ruin you.”

Enid shattered with a guttural cry, back arching, walls clenching rhythmically around the strap as her orgasm crashed through her but Wednesday didn’t stop…She didn’t even slow, fucking her through it and straight into another, until Enid was a whimpering, oversensitive mess…

Only when Enid was nearly limp and babbling did Wednesday finally slow, grinding deep and slow to draw out every last aftershock. She kissed the fresh bite mark on Enid’s neck tenderly.

“Better?” she asked, voice husky.

Enid let out a breathless, wrecked laugh. “My back is officially blown out. Holy shit, babe.”

Wednesday smirked, slowly pulling out only to flip Enid onto her stomach and pull her hips up.

“Good. Because I am not finished with you yet…”

“So, remind me why we’re here again?” Enid asked nervously.

“Grandmama has finalized setting up my grave and…” Wednesday pulled Enid’s hand, guiding her through the family cemetery, which was bigger than Enid had imagined. “I had her make some…last-minute changes.”

“Changes?”

“Correct.” Wednesday turned and held both of Enid’s hands. “Since the recent development of our…relationship, I have had to make some modifications and I would like for you to see them.”

Enid smiled at Wednesday’s acknowledgment. “You’re so romantic, you know that?”

Wednesday kissed the back of her hand. “Only for you.” She continued to lead the way.

They made a stop at the base of two freshly dug graves…

“Wends…” Enid gasped as she noticed the hauntingly beautiful marble headstones.

“Lay with me.” Wednesday offered, pointing to the graves.

Enid blinked. “You want to lay…in there?”

“I had Grandmama move mine to accommodate yours and…” Wednesday said, poking her head up from her side. “There is a way to always feel your touch…for all eternity.”

Enid stepped into her side and laid down, noticing the arm-sized hole between both graves. “Is this…”

Wednesday stuck her hand through. “So we can hold hands as we perish into the soil from which we came.”

Enid snickered. “Of course you’d do the most utterly romantic thing ever.” She met Wednesday halfway, holding her hand and caressing it with her thumb.

“Would you do me the honor of laying with me forever?” Wednesday squeezed.

Enid’s smile deepened. “Forever and always.”

“Wednesday! Tyler’s attacking the school!” Enid’s voice cut across the lake, sharp and urgent.

Wednesday surfaced, water streaming from her dark hair, and cut through the lake towards the shore with powerful strokes. She stepped out onto the bank, grabbed her towel, and began patting her hair dry.

Enid stood frozen on the grass, eyes locked on her like a hawk. Her gaze traced the long, wet waves clinging to Wednesday’s shoulders, then began drifting lower…

“You are staring,” Wednesday said abruptly.

“Sorry!” Enid ducked her head, cheeks burning as she fixed her eyes on the dirt.

Wednesday sighed, pulling on a t-shirt and shorts over her bathing suit swiftly. “You do not have to stare at the floor. I doubt the dirt is more amusing...”

Enid’s blush deepened to a violent shade of pink. She lifted her head just as Wednesday slung her backpack over one shoulder, fully dressed and radiating impatience.

“Now, let us deal with the pest once and for all, before it becomes a bigger problem,” Wednesday announced but Enid didn’t move. “Your…your hair,” she muttered, pointing weakly.

“What about it?” Wednesday asked, already turning towards the path.

“You’re not gonna braid it?” Enid asked, incredulous.

Wednesday reached into her backpack and pulled out a large knife. In one fluid motion she twisted her damp hair around the blade and twisted it into a tight bun. “It is up. There is no time to waste.”

Enid blinked, “God, can this girl get any hotter?” She thought as Wednesday walked past her, pausing for a fraction of a second.

Her dark eyes narrowed staring at Enid with a knowing glint in them. “I could…but you might combust.”

Enid’s jaw dropped. “You heard that?”

“I am a psychic, Enid. My powers evolve.” Wednesday’s tone remained perfectly stoic. “Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to show that Hyde what a majestic alpha wolf can do?”

Enid nodded, bones already rippling beneath her skin as she shifted. Thick golden fur spilled over her body, claws flexing into the earth.

“Perfection,” Wednesday muttered to herself.

Enid shook out her massive frame and let out a howl that rattled the trees. She lowered her body, muscles coiled and ready. Wednesday climbed on without hesitation, fingers threading firmly into warm fur.

“I am still not fond of…riding you like this,” she stated dryly as Enid surged forward into a powerful sprint.

They reached Nevermore in minutes, bursting through the gates into chaos. Students screamed and scattered as Tyler’s massive Hyde tore through the quad, claws raking stone and shattering windows.

Enid didn’t hesitate. She launched forward, slamming into the creature with bone-jarring force.

Wednesday drew her knife mid-leap and struck him in the back, targeting tendons and pressure points while Enid’s jaws snapped and tore.

The fight was brutal but brief. Enid’s powerful paws pinned the Hyde long enough for Wednesday to drive her blade straight through the Hyde’s mouth and head…

The creature let out a final gurgling roar before going still.

Enid stepped back, chest heaving, her golden muzzle dripping with blood.

Silence fell over the quad.

Wednesday now stood a few feet away, knife still in hand, breathing steady despite the adrenaline.

Her gaze lingered on Enid…on the blood-streaked fur, the powerful lines of her shifted form, the way her golden eyes still burned with protective fury.

She stared with open, unguarded longing, dark eyes tracing every detail as if memorizing her.

Enid’s wolf form trembled faintly as it slowly transformed back into the bubbly teen.

Wednesday reached for her coat and draped it gently over Enid’s shoulders, preserving her modesty as the last traces of golden fur faded.

“Hey…” Enid mumbled softly.

The metallic scent of blood mixed with Wednesday’s familiar, intoxicating presence filled Enid’s nostrils.

Neither of them moved as the tension stretched taut, heavy with everything that had happened and everything they couldn’t dare say in the middle of the school grounds, with teachers and students beginning to emerge.

Enid locked eyes with her, a soft whine catching in her throat.

Wednesday’s fingers twitched at her side, as if fighting the urge to reach out and bury themselves in that blood-warmed hair. “Not here. Not yet.” She thought.

Wednesday finally broke the silence, voice low and steady. “Well done, alpha.”

Enid’s breath hitched. The praise sent a warm shiver down her spine, cutting through the lingering adrenaline.

She opened her mouth, searching for words that wouldn’t sound completely lovesick in front of half the school, but nothing came out.

Wednesday’s gaze flicked over Enid’s blood-speckled form, then back to her eyes. A faint, twitch pulled at the corner of her mouth. “I believe we both need to shower.”

Enid’s brain short-circuited. “We? Together?” Heat flooded her face as vivid images flashed through her mind…steam, tangled limbs, Wednesday’s dark hair slick against wet skin…

Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure Wednesday could hear it but before she could spiral any further, Wednesday added dryly, “Separately, of course. You smell like Hyde viscera, and I still have lake water in unfortunate places.”

Enid let out a breathless laugh, the thick tension cracking like thin ice. “Right. Yeah. Separately. Obviously.” She pulled Wednesday’s coat tighter around herself, cheeks still blazing. “But… thanks. For the coat. And the final stab.”

Wednesday gave a small satisfied nod, “Always, Enid. Though next time, I hope it is not a murderous ex coming for…us.”

Enid grinned despite herself, the familiar banter grounding her.

The quad was slowly filling with curious students and faculty, but for one lingering moment, it still felt like the two of them were the only ones there.

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…

It’s a dream of mine to see one of my fics printed out one day too!