Otherwise known as Cairo Anon

I have been a follower of this dude for a while now and even wrote one fic as an anon but I've decided to come off anon and have a place to write fanfiction of my favourite bloggers headcanon lol

The Ortegaverse is about Enid Sinclair and her many love interests from teenage loves Wednesday/Tara/Phoebe to her adult loves Vada/Lorraine/Mabel and now including sex buddy the vicious Cairo!

I accept all prompts from Fluff to Angst to Smut! So don't be shy!!

My personal favourite is Mabel even though it was Cairo who nagged at my brain to start writing but any of Enid Ladies and Enid herself I will write for!!

So blah blah blah, foreign exchange student enid ends up rooming with wednesday who has the unfortunate task of showing her around and ends up being protective (or is it possessive) of her, especially around the other Ortegaverse girls

I have no idea where I'm going with this but here it is

Ooooh!!! This a awesome idea!!

Just imagine poor little wolf Enid not only cast out for not turning but because it takes her abit longer to translate in her head, so everyone brushes her off a waste of time.

Enter Wednesday, who's grew up with French,Spanish, Italian and English as her primary languages equally.

But you have this little Greek wolf, who gets treated worse than even her and Pugsley and her little black heart softens.

Helping Enid with her English in exchange for Greek lessons. Having a language only them both will know will surely come in handy Wednesday thinks.

If Enid keeps the Greek pet names she calls Wednesday to herself...well you can't prove it.

Tara quietly steps out of Chad's hospital room, already tired of the conversation the twins were arguing about. Seriously, did they really need to start talking about whether or not Chad may be some type of super outcast? 

Did super outcasts even exist?

“I'm telling you Mindy…I'm indestructible! No knife can get past these abs of steel,” Chad exclaimed happily, a bright smile never faltering from his bruised face. The former jock was remarkably high spirits despite having yet another set of near fatal stab wounds. You’d think the betrayal of his roommate would make him frown but he bounced back as well as once can.

“For the last time, we are twins dingus!!” She points out. “If you were one, then so would I be!” Mindy moaned into her hands. The saner twin had her feet resting on her brother's bed leisurely as she kicked his thigh to emphasize her point. She did it gently ofcourse, never the type to truly hurt her brother.

His feelings maybe but never physically.

“They should have given me the strong painkillers instead,” Chad continues, completely unfazed. Mindy glares at her brother, unamused as he continues his tirade. Anika couldn’t help but fondly roll her eyes beside her girlfriend as a soft smile rested in her tired face. The girl was bound on a wheelchair and definitely hurt but alive thanks to Enid's quick thinking and reflexes.

Sam meanwhile was finally taking a well earned nap on a very uncomfortable bedside chair, snoring lightly and looking more at peace than she had been for months. Not to mention totally oblivious to the twins' childish bickering and Tara's silent escape.

Walking down the busy hospital corridor Tara paused and took a quick peek into Kirby's room, spotting her FBI friend flirting up a storm with a very cute blushing male nurse. The two caught each other's eyes for a moment and Tara waved with an amused grin before continuing on her way two doors down to where Enid currently resided. 

It reminded her of…

Her beau? Lover? Friend?

Jeez, Tara thought. She really needs to know where they stood.

Her and Enid, just what are they?

The final girl continued on her way to a private hospital room paid for by a generous Gale Weathers and opened the door with a silent slide. Her steps were slow, trying to make sure she didn’t disturb her critical friend by triggering that great hearing of hers.

How did she know this? Well, you get quite intimate with the thing that helped save the two from an awkward run in whenever Sam came in early.

Looking towards the bed she had left Enid sleeping in an hour ago, Tara froze and fear paralyzes her for what seemed to be the hundredth time that week. 

An empty bed greets her with no comatosed blondie in sight. 

Panic hits Tara like a truck and immediately her mind starts running. This was a private room, there was simply no way someone could’ve taken Enid.

But… her mind brings up that hospital night all those times before. The night where everyone seemed to be gone and all that's left is her and a killer. Sure, they were in New York now but Enid was weak. What if someone had kidnapped her during her horrible stay!?

Flashbacks of herself broken and bruised feebly crawling away from Amber in an abandoned hospital floor all alone a year ago flashes through her head.

Turning around, the pint sized panic quickly runs out of the room  and to the nearest nurses station a few feet away.  Okay, all she had to do was get the cavalry from Chad's room and wake up Sam. Sam will know what to do, her big sister will fix this and then they will find her girlfri-....her something.

Regret rushes to the surface as she realizes her and Enid never got to finish their talk on where they stand with each other. 

It was hard to continue a conversation when you had  a serial killer pop in and proceed to nearly gut Enid like a fish.

"Excuse me!”  The tiny brunette gasps as she slammed her hands on the desk. As she laid there for a few moments, Tara didn’t know whether she was having a heart attack or an asthma attack at this point. 

“The blonde in room 105,” Tara continues, very obviously out of breath. “The one with an open side and no self preservation, where is she?!"

It takes a bit before the nurse blinks with recognition. "Oh!” She points out.  “Are you Tara Carpenter?”

Tara nods her head so hard she feared that she might’ve become a human bobble head.

“Hello sweetheart,” she says, completely unaware of the crisis Tara has right now. “Miss Sinclair mentioned that a tiny brunette might look for her, you've just missed her I'm afraid, she just discharged herself, against medical advice” said the nurse disapprovingly before fondly sighing. “Hard headed that one, thankfully werewolves heal quicker than the rest of us.”

‘WEREWOLF?!!’ alarm bells ringing in Tara's head. So many pieces of the puzzle that was Enid Sinclair suddenly snapping into place at those words.

“But she did leave something for you…” She continues before looking down and shuffling a few papers here and there. “Here it is, here you go sweetie.” The nurse smiled and gave a folded up note to Tara before she left the young girl in privacy.

Wait..she did what? thought Tara, looking down at the note perplexed. 

Now that Tara was all alone, she looked around her in hopes that this was just a prank. Enid had the love of suddenly popping up in the right place after all.

Slowly, Tara made her way past hurried doctors and entered Enid's empty room before shutting the door softly. It took a moment and next thing she knew, she sat on the uncomfortable familiar chair that she had rested in the previous night. To think that a few hours before, she was watching over her lover and once that chest evened out, Tara made a quick trip to visit her sister and friends earlier that morning.

She nearly crumples the paper at that. What if she didn’t leave? Would enid still be here?

With a shaky breath and equally shaky hands, she unfolded the note.

Hey beautiful, was the first sentence that caught her eye, Enid's chicken scratch writing bringing tears to the chocolate orbs as Enid's soft voice echoed in her ears.

Sorry for not sticking around and saying goodbye in person… shitty of me but I really hate goodbyes. A cliché I know. 

Tell the twins that they are the coolest twins I've ever met and I'm friends with a pair of awesome twin sirens, so Chad will be happy  ;) 

Tell Sam she'd make a hell of a wolf, and that she's a lot more brave than many pack leaders I know. I'd follow her lead anywhere. Tell her to look after herself, she deserves some rest. 

And finally you. Tara Carpenter. The girl that had me hooked since first sight or well punch XD I'll miss you most of all, dimples. I want you to know you've made this trip worthwhile, freaky serial killer and all!  

I guess it just wasn't our time. You're gonna have a great life Tara. I know it. And if any other creeps come out the woodwork.. just call.

I'll be there. I promise :)  

Anyway I better get going, I have a certain roomie who will use me as a rug if I miss the start of the semester :’D

Stay Safe! Have fun! 

Love your favorite werewolf, Enid xoxoxo (too much?)

Tara reads the note twice more, the tears long since starting flowing as the note falls from her fingertips, floating gently to the floor.

One scarred hand over her mouth, trying not to let the sobs escape, while her other on her heaving chest.

Feeling the loss of someone who could've been someone very very important.

Enid so overcome with happiness at her wife giving birth to their new puppy who already looks like the spitting image of Mabel, that she gleefully leaves the hospital room for 5 minutes.

5 minutes. That's all it takes.

5 minutes to run and get her brave, brave superhero wife some damn ice chips and when she comes back there's chaos in the room.

The room where her whole world is in.

The room that was once filled with encouraging words of love and half hearted threats on Enids' life, now filled with blaring sirens on montors that will haunt Enid's nightmares for the rest of her life.

Filled with doctors and nurses running around in what seems to be a controlled panic.

A horrified Enid being gently but firmly removed from the doorway by the same middle aged kind nurse that had just spent 9 hours in that very room with the anxious first time parents to be.

Enid slowly sliding to the floor, eyes that were getting duller and colder by the second, stuck on the doorway containing all her hopes and dreams, wishing to any God above or below that she wasn't a werewolf at that moment. That her stupid dog ears didn't hear a doctor utter the words that broke her soul to pieces, didn't tear a mother away from knowing her child, didn't tear away the person that finally brought peace and love to Enids tormented life.

" Stop everyone, she's gone...someone call it"

This night has spent twenty years in the making.

Twenty years filled with teenage angst, misunderstandings, various different women, one deceased wife and a moody teenager. 

Tonight is the night Wednesday Addams finally gets to experience being loved by Enid Nevermore.

This frosty moonless night started the same as every other time since the former roommates had reunited. With Enid making the decision to move her and her daughter away from the life they had known, things have been changing for the better. 

Wednesday never expected this life for the sunny werewolf. A life so dipped in darkness that all the investigator could do is watch in morbid fascination before wrapping her hands along that bared throat and pulling her wolf from the shadows that sullied her. 

 From the dirty deals with crooked cops, away from shady people with even shadier bosses. It left a distasteful feeling along her tongue to know that people waited for Enid to slip up. Do they not know what they are messing with? Are they aware of the sharp teeth hidden behind that lovely smile? Must they test her?  They always laid in wait for the moment Enid would make a mistake and oh does that burn at Wednesday's skin. 

Wait, that doesn't sound right. Not after she learned of what a certain stubborn stalker did. 

Either way, all those experiences didn't matter. Not anymore at least, not when Enid willingly left them behind to follow her to the Addams' Manor.  What an honour, Wednesday mused. 

It took ages but Wednesday can surely say that the manor stood in the same leagues as their dorm in nevermore and that tiny loved cottage. Not as high as May or Mabel's standing but certainly high enough. 

It seems like Wednesday is up there too, for why else would she be pinned against her bedroom door? 

Those teeth are so delightfully sharp against her tongue and she gasps as the fingers that cradle her head tugs at her hair. The woman would've been offended, insulted actually if Enid hadn't looked so beautifully animalistic. 

This is her roommate, her beast. 

"Enid.." Wednesday gasps, unable to tear her eyes away as Enid pressed kisses along her bare throat. 

A growl, deep and reverberating through her chest was Enid's answer and Wednesday tightened the leg wrapped along her wolf's slender waist. She was warm, too warm despite the fact that her dress was hiked up to her hips. It wasn't enough that her tights were ripped by those lovely claws, she needed everything to be taken off. 

She needs Enid to do the taking.

Wednesday couldn't stop moving her yearning hands. Years of being kept at a distance, stuck in a place of friendship and nothing more have finally overflowed into such a desperate need that Wednesday finally understands her parents' constant affections. Now she finally got to taste Enid, she would fight to her last breath to be worthy enough to stay in her orbit.

One hand of carefully black painted fingers gently wrapped  around a soft neck while the other laid upon Enid's face, thumb finally allowing itself to trace faded scars won in the pair's first of many battles with unsuccessful foes.

Wednesday couldn't decide which of her senses was the leading cause of the heat between her thighs. 

Smell. Enid's perfume had changed between the years between sharing a bedroom to now. What was previously a sweet artificial smell of candy canes that Wednesday grew to appreciate and miss turned into Enid's more natural scent of vanilla shampoo and a hint of woods after rainfall. 

Taste. Lips colliding at a frantic pace. Trying to steal the breath of each other's lungs. Wednesday's tongue fighting and losing in what Wednesday hopes as a never ending dance. The taste of strawberry chapstick as Wednesday nipped at a full bottom lip then soothing it with an apologetic tongue.

Touch. While one of  Wednesday's own hands were busy relearning Enid's older but still as beautiful face, her other was slowly sliding down a long throat, pausing briefly at a rapid heartbeat before slipping under a loose shirt. Her hand ghosting over abs briefly pauses to rake her nails down them, earning a deep growl from the wolf of her dreams.

Enid moved both her hands to Wednesday's bottom,roughly pulling Wednesday even closer, causing Wednesday's leg to tighten even more to Enid's waist. The friction is horrifyingly addictive. Her hips jerked against the clothed erection, silently begging Enid to move.

Enid bit back a whimper, unable to stop her hips from finding Wednesday's set rhythm.

"Open the damn door 'Day before I rip it off its hinges and take you right here,” Enid panted into Wednesday's ear.

"Oh, don't tease me with a perfectly horrid time mi loba." Wednesday smirked, earning a particularly deep grind from Enid that wiped the smirk away faster than it came. A moan that would have made even Morticia blush leaves Wednesday's lips.

"Now 'Day." Enid's firm tone held a command that Wednesday was unable to refuse to follow. Wednesday reaching a shaking hand behind her, finally finding the elusive door knob that allowed the large door to swing open. 

Before Wednesday could pull Enid into her sanctuary, hands found the back of her thighs, lifting Wednesday as easy as if she weighs nothing more than a pillow case. 

Lips reclaimed Wednesday's and all thoughts aside from Enid's lips left her head. 

Long legs kicking the door shut while crossing the length of Wednesday's  room towards both Enid and Wednesday shared goal.

A large queen sized bed covered in black satin sheets.

The pair's clothes were quickly torn off by eager hands. A black dress landing on a previously neat and full desk, pens rolling to the floor. A soft, reliable Oxford shirt, forever now missing various buttons, flew over the headboard of the bed to be left there until months later.

Wednesday pushed the surprisingly compliant naked werewolf onto her soft childhood bed. The hungry Addams quickly settled on strong thighs.

Wednesday's eyes took in the sight that would be etched on her memory for the rest of her life. Enid's bright eyes looked at her with wonder and a sprinkle of shyness that made her look sixteen years old again. 

Wednesday's fingers travelled along old faded claw marks on her chest. Tyler forever leaving his mark on the brave wolf. The same marks that were earned in saving Wednesdays life. Wednesday's fingers traced slowly to where more extensive scars lay, this time saving another woman's life from idiot normies playing serial killer, not counting on her wolf's superior healing and deadly protective instinct.

While some other scars on Enid were familiar from their many adventures in school, a bullet hole on her left shoulder from a werewolf hunter that Wednesday took great pleasure eviscerating. Vampire fangs from when a rogue vampire gym teacher decided to try unsuccessfully to make vampire werewolf hybrids. 

Other scars were as new to Wednesday as the dark far away look Enid sometimes gets in her eyes when she thinks May or Wednesday isn't looking. Faint white scars on slender right hand fingers as if someone threatened to take them from her, ‘A reminder to pay off debts.’ Enid smirked ruefully the first time Wednesday noticed. 

Various angry cigarette burn marks on the inside forearm in the shape of a 'C', Enid just shrugged and said an ex fuck buddy didn't take a break up well.

One permanent mark Enid is protective over however and proudly displays it, is the 'Lovable' tattoo etched beautifully on Enid's collar bone. Right where a mating bite would have been if Mabel was a wolf. 

"Mabel means lovable," May once told Wednesday with a prideful tone and a snide smirk on the youthful teen's face. Aiming for the hurt instead of the kill, ironically like a true Addams would.

"She had my bite," Enid whispered so softly when she caught one of the constant glances at the tattoo during the first few weeks at the manor.

"I wanted a part of her too, '' Enid explained tearfully, which made Wednesday want to travel to Hades' realm and retrieve Mabel Nevermore's soul from his clutches just so she would never see the true heartbreak on Enid's gorgeous face again.

Wednesday shook herself from her memories. Took her own trembling hand off Enid, raised it to her face and licked across her palm. Her hand finally reached her goal  wrapping around Enid's hard shaft. 

Wednesday rubbed her hand down that cock at a slow torturous pace to the base and back up to swipe over the head and lowered her lips to Enid’s once again. This kiss was surprisingly innocent compared to the actions of jerking hands.

"'Day..please," Enid pleaded with her psychic, eyes closing in pleasure, her hips thrusting in Wednesday's tiny hand.

Wednesday hovered over Enid's wanton cock, carefully positioning the large appendage so just the tip was inside her.

" Cara Mia… look at me… please"  Wednesday's low voice echoed around Enid's soul. Her eyes struggled to open and she swallowed back the temptation to just thrust into her friend like a dog in heat. "Do you want me, Enid?" Wednesday questioned the feverish blonde underneath her.

All Enid could do was furiously nod in desperation.

"Then do what you should have done years ago mi loba…take me." 

No other conversations were held for the next 12 hours, Morticia gently guiding May in the early hours of the morning to town for a shopping spree that the young wolf couldn't deny instead of the youngster going looking for her mother as per routine, May holding Moricia to higher respect than she ever did Wednesday couldn't refuse.

What's your order of favorites/easiest of Enids girls to write for???

And who's your favorite love interest?

Love from one little duckie!!

Oh thank you!! That's very kind of you to say!!!

My favourite love interest in the ortegaverse has to be Mabel. I love the fluff and angst of what could have been.

Writing wise is a tough one though.. Cairo is such a blank slate that I can easily slip into her mindset. The toxicity as I said is just fun to write.

Tara I'm a big fan of, and before mabel was introduced was actually my favourite. Scream 6 is currently my favourite movie so writing tara is fun especially if at one point I get to add the rest of the dynamic between Enid and the core 4.

Wednesday is kinda hard to get the voice perfect but her longing and passion is what makes her fun and challenging to write.

And I would love to read more of your Cairo/Enid, you just write it so well like 🤌

A waddling?! Thets Awesome hahahahaha!!!!

Chaos and Lust.

That's what Cairo likes to live her life by. She lives for the heart racing thrill, for the chase. 

A run of the mill boy or girl next door was never going to hold her attention for too long. The monotony of daily life, the same old, boring routine, day upon day would crush her spirit. She was destined for bigger things than being a meek little housewife like her mother. 

She loved the forbidden. She loved driving a man or woman to their ruin with only her wit, her mouth and her body. She loved watching them give into their basic instincts and fall like Lucifer fell from the Heavens. How beautiful it is to sin, to watch someone so desperately try to act like they aren’t tempted.

Her latest prey may be the most dangerous and exciting one yet..

A werewolf.

She had never had a wolf before. Stereotypically they were known to be more brawn than brains. The idiots who lived in her small town growing up would rather use a book to play fetch with than open and expand their tiny minds. They’re pretty little puppies to look at, to have a rough ride or two with when bored but certainly not worth the time and energy Cairo usually takes on her…conquests.

The first thing about the wolf she noticed was her eyes. From the moment Cairo met Enid she knew something dark was lingering in those stormy blues. They shone with something shattered, just begging to be filled with a distraction that she was ready to give. It was waving a red flag to a bull and Cairo was hooked in an instant.

At first it seemed to go according to her plan. A coy smile, using up all the southern charm her momma drilled into her head since she was a toddler. Then a light humour filled conversation with ‘innocent’ but lingering touches on the blonde's hands, hair and chest that leads to Cairo dragging the slightly drunken hesitant blonde to the dance floor the moment a slow song begins to croon out. 

Thirty minutes and a very zealous makeout session later, Cairo is on her knees in a dirty alleyway with a fearsome creature who was at the top of the food chain moaning in pleasure, pleasure that Cairo could easily refuse to give if she wasn't feeling generous. 

What she wasn't banking on however, was the regret that filled Enids' eyes after they were done nor the flash of anger at the snide mention of her wife. It should’ve filled Cairo with a spark of irritation except it floods her with a heat when those teeth bares and a growl rumbles deep in the mutt’s chest.

The wolf even had the audacity to try to leave after, as if Cairo hadn’t done what could’ve been her top five best performance. 

'No, No that wouldn't do,' Cairo thought, pushing the disobedient doggy against the wall.  

Lust filled ocean eyes dilated and two sets of lips were so close that they were intimately sharing one breath. Long arms were automatically snaking around Cairo's waist, one had found her waist with a slightly painful grip, while the other was clutching onto her back like a needy child. 

As the night wore on and the moon gave way to the sun's rays, two entwined bodies finally gave into exhaustion. Cairo unwrapped her legs from around Enid’s sweat covered body as she basked in her post orgasmic haze. She had lost count on the many times the werewolf railed her into the king-sized bed and Enid will likely get a long talking too if her neighbours complained about the constant banging of the headboard and Cairo’s uncharacteristically loud moans all night.

It's in the light tweets of the morning that Cairo can’t help but eye the ring that Enid doesn’t dare to remove.

The wolf may be the first monster she’s fucked but its certainly not the last time she bedded a married lover. The woman tilts her head, watching as those hands seem to twitch before curling into a hold. 

Do you want to know what all these married people had in common? 

They removed their rings, acting like the loss of the metal band was proof that what they were doing wasn’t wrong - acting like this is all but a single tryst where they aren’t breaking vows.

Enid? She did the opposite. She growled and snapped at Cairo’s skin when she jeered about what her dear wife would think if she knew. The faithful dog never answers but she never denies either, only pressing Cairo’s face deeper into the bed and making it so hard to think.

What a way to shut her up.

Cairo aches in that bed and it was then that she knew that Enid was gonna be her best work yet. The story she will write about this angry, passionate woman will make what she did to poor poor pathetic Jonathan seem like child's play.

Cairo is going to use her, wring her dry like Enid did to her last night and when she’s tired? Bored by what it's like to be taken by a beast? She’ll toss her aside like trash.

But Cairo has always lived for the heart racing thrill and if Enid keeps pressing those sharp teeth again her skin…

Hahaha!! You're welcome! Join Enid in the suffering!!! tell you what, I'll write some Cairo/Enid just for you!!

YOOOOOOOOOOOO

It was supposed to be a relaxing trip for her first break of the semester of her senior year. Well as relaxing as it can be when surrounded by drunken college kids already wearing their kooky Halloween costumes days in advance.

Wednesday had offered for Enid to join her in Jersey for the break, Thing in rapid agreement, but Enid knew her beautiful roomate had been looking forward to going on a probably highly illegal and dangerous trip with her uncle Fester when she got home. She almost heard a slither of excitement enter her roomies usual monotone voice when Wednesday had told her about her beloved Uncles letter. It came through the window by a freaking hawk like she was living in some fucked up Harry Potter shit.

Anyway It was Senior year, she had to start planning for what she would do after graduation. The whole reason why she was currently in New York in the first place was to look at courses at an impressive looking Blackmore University and searching for apartments that may be available next semester.

No time to waste on pretty girls....or so she thought.

One persistent creep annoying and following a short college age girl, plus Enid trying to be helpful plus one angry misplaced punch on the blondes nose by said college girl equals Enid sitting across from said pretty girl  making plans for a guided tour around New York from an apologetic Tara Carpenter.

"I can't believe you got us lost in Central Park" laughed Enid as Tara struggled with the second lock on her apartment door.

The heavy door finally opened, Tara rushed inside dragging the laughing werewolf by her obnoxious I heart NYC shirt in behind her.

Enid watched the girl she had grown to care for, rush past her while hiding rosie colored cheeks to switch on the lamp next to a well loved couch that looked like it belonged in a college kids first apartment away from home...or a crackden, but who was Enid to judge? She was still sharing a communal fridge with 5 other teenage girls. One who takes a full shelf with her O positive blood bags (Yoko really needs her own mini fridge for Christmas)

"Oh Shut up blondie" Tara snarked with an embarrassed grin, pulling a smiling Enid on top of her on Enids new favorite couch.

"Why I never!" gasped Enid in overdramatic horror. One hand cluching her chest in mock offense while her other kept her from crushing the gorgeous girl beneath her.

"I thought you found me hilarious and charming?! Enid pouted looking into mirthfilled chocolate orbs.

"I can think of a much better use for your hilarious and charming mouth" Tara said while tugging the hovering blonde closer.

"As you wish" Enid smiled, Tara's eyes brightening even further that Enid had remembered a passing comment on the young Carpenters favorite childhood movie.

Their lips met surprisingly softly. As if they were two young teenagers finally having their first kiss.

Quickly soft pecks turned more passionate. Enid hands respectfully on slender hips, in a slightly bruising grip. Doing her best not to let little growls of pleasure exit her lips. 'That might be a bit much for a first make out session with a normie' thought Enid as she felt Tara's hands slide under her shirt.

Tara's warm hands freezing on Enids stomach. Slowly pulling away from the whimpering outcast.

Enid opened her eyes in a daze and looked into confused and slightly worried ones staring back at her.

" Are you ok?" whispered Enid. Hands immediately leaving hips.

" Was that too much" worry poured from Enids mouth as she shifted her weight off the smaller woman.

Tara stared at Enid in shocked confusion. A thousand questions flickering in her eyes as Enid patiently waited for her to gather her thoughts.

"Wha..what happend?" Tara finally spoke out.

Enid tilted her head to the side looking every bit the confused pup Wednesday always playfully called her.

" The scars Enid" Tara said quietly, as if afraid she would push Enid into a breakdown.

To Tara's surprise, Enid let out a small sigh of relief, shoulders no longer hunched in anxious worry.

Enid allowed her weight to return to her partners body, hands returning to hips, soothingly rubbing in gentle circles.

"Oh yeah! I fought something" Enid said with a proud grin stretching her mouth. Looking now like a puppy waiting for a treat (huh maybe Wednesday had a point with the puppy comparisons thought Enid, pushing the thought to the back of her mind).

"You fought -WHAT DID YOU FIGHT A LION?!" Tara exclaimed in disbelief, looking at Enid as if she grew an extra head on her shoulders.

Enid couldn't help but laugh, a lion would have been child's play compared to Tyler and his giant ugly ass head.

"Just a monster" Enid shrugged. Not particularly wanting to talk about it, she afterall never escaped unscathed.

Enid now had a slight moment of worry and heartbreak that maybe the scars on her body to go along with her face might be too much for the normie girl.

Tara freezes as those words leave Enids mouth. Sam, Mindy and Chad's voices shouting in her head. Telling her she doesn't know this girl. She's obviously been involved in some danger. Telling her to ask Enid to leave and not to come back.

Looking into the deep worry ridden ocean eyes surprisingly silenced all those trusted voices.

Tara took Enid trembling hand with her own scarred hand and took it  softly off her waist, sliding it up her loose fitting top urging enids hand around her back to where various healed stab wounds lay.

Enids horrified eyes met Tara's.