u/NyxSmols

AGED-UP, NSFW

Wednesday had been gone for several hours and Enid’s pre-heat had started earlier…She felt the burn in her body and needed to do something to relieve the pain…

The remote was near her body, she kept losing the buttons when her hands shook but it was the only thing she could do while she waited for Wednesday to get back.

She was on her back, one knee drawn up, the toy seated deep and set to the low, steady pulse she liked when she was on these days yet this time, it wasn’t enough. She pressed the + button and the hum climbed. Her hips followed it without permission.

The vibration was increasing in steady waves. She was getting close enough that her thighs had started to tremble, when the front door opened downstairs…

“Enid?” Wednesday’s voice rang through their home. “We are early.”

Enid sat up so fast the remote flew off the bed and skittered across the rug when she yanked the throw over her lap just as the bedroom door swung open.

Wednesday stepped in first, Morticia followed, already mid-sentence about the conservator’s notes on the Addams family reliquary. Gomez brought up the rear, sniffing the air like something in the room was out of place.

Enid’s smile locked in place. “Hi! You’re…back!” Her voice came out high-pitched and shaky.

Wednesday’s eyes dropped to the floor. The remote had landed face-up, indicator light still glowing. She set her boot over it without looking at Enid and the pressure landed on the highest button…

The toy inside Enid jumped from a murmur to a hard, relentless buzz.
Enid’s breath left her in a small, punched sound which she covered as a cough that really didn’t do anything.

“You appear flushed,” Morticia observed, settling onto the edge of the desk chair as if she intended to stay. “The drive was shorter than expected, despite Gomez’s insistence on stopping for black dahlias.”

“They were wilting,” Gomez said, cheerful. “It would’ve been a crime not to.” He tilted his head, listening. “Do you hear that? A sort of humming. Like the old radiator, or…”

“Darling,” Morticia interrupted. Her gaze flicked, once, to Wednesday’s boot, then to Enid’s white-knuckled grip on the blanket. “Hmm...”

Enid was nodding too many times. The vibration had found the exact angle that made her vision blur at the edges. She crossed her legs under the covers and pressed her thighs together which only made it worse. A tiny, involuntary roll of her hips escaped then she froze…

Wednesday watched her with a silent, deadly smirk as she shifted her weight a fraction and the remote clicked under the sole of her boot making the pattern change to short, sharp pulses instead of the steady wave.

Enid’s mouth opened but no sound came out.

Morticia rose, smoothing her dress. “I believe our stay must be cut short. Gomez, darling, let’s give the girls some privacy. The dahlias require urgent attention.”

Gomez blinked, then smiled the smile of a man who had decided not to ask. “Of course. Wednesday, we’ll be in the parlor if you need us.”

The door closed and the lock clicked a second later.

Wednesday’s pressed on the remote a little harder now and Enid made it three seconds. The orgasm hit while she was still trying to form any type of word, she came loud enough that she had to clap a hand over her own mouth to stifle it but still failed. Her back arched off the mattress as the toy kept going. She shook through it, whimpering into her palm, until the pulses finally stuttered and died because Wednesday had lifted her foot.

Wednesday picked up the remote, crossed the room and set it on the nightstand like evidence. “That,” she said, “was punishment for starting without me.”

Enid was still a gasping mess, her legs trembling and the blanket half-slipping away. Wednesday stood at her feet, pushed her gently back against the pillows, spread her knees, and looked at the mess the toy had left.
“Now,” Wednesday murmured, already lowering herself to Enid’s core, “let me enjoy the result of your release.” She smirked and dived her tongue between leaking folds…

Enid’s hands found her hair. She didn’t last long before the second orgasm hit her either.

Saw this prompt on TWT the other day and decided to give it a shot. 🖤🩷 Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/93801561

Wednesday discovered the phrase at breakfast.

Yoko had leaned across the table, all fangs and false innocence, and explained it with the gravity of someone delivering classified information. “It means you’ll hit them with a train,” she said. “Very efficient. Very you.”

Wednesday considered this. Then nodded once, got up, and left.

What she failed to notice was the way Yoko looked far too pleased with herself after that.

Instead, she spent the entire day treating I shall rail you like a perfectly reasonable Addams-family threat, delivered in the same flat, unblinking tone she used for everything else.

First it was Ajax. He accidentally stepped on the back of Wednesday’s shoe while lining up for the bus.

Wednesday turned and looked at him with distaste. “Step on me again,” she threatened, “and I shall rail you.”

Ajax took a step back, face going pale. “I… what? Sorry?”

The confusion on his face made Wednesday frown even harder. “Maybe if you would stop stoning yourself so much, you would be smarter than to test me.” She turned back around and got onto the bus like nothing had happened.

The second threat came after a very tight fencing spar with Bianca.

Bianca was smug at topping the Addams once more. “You know, you’ve been making this too easy for me lately.” She chuckled. “Enid has really worked her magic and softened you up, Addams.”

Wednesday was at her throat in a second, forearm pressed to her neck. “Say that again and I shall rail you until you are left unable to move.”

Bianca’s eyebrows shot up. “Bold.” She smirked. “Flattered, but…not really my thing. Also, I’m sure a certain werewolf would skin me alive if that ever happened.”

Wednesday scowled, letting her go with a rough shove. “Leave Enid out of this.”

She grabbed her things and left Bianca rubbing her neck with a smirk.

By the evening, Wednesday was feeling rather irritated. She had been intimidating people all day, but it lacked the usual satisfaction when they gave her a puzzled or amused look instead of one of fear.

One particular werewolf even asked her when and where as he tried to put his arm around her shoulder. The flip she gave him did make up for it, though…

She was sitting at her desk, trying to work out a detailed disembowelment ritual, when Enid barged in laughing loudly at something Divina had just said.

“Don’t forget to upload the project tonight, E,” Divina said, trying to control her own giggles.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll do it in a bit.” Enid replied. “Night, Div!”

Divina glanced toward a frantically typing Wednesday.

“Night, E.” She winked, making Enid blush.

Enid closed the door and jumped onto her bed with a loud sigh.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and kept typing, completely ignoring her roommate.

Enid pulled out her notebook and laptop to start on her part of the project. She put on her headphones and started humming the song that came on, tapping her pen against her notebook. Shifting every thirty seconds, making the mattress springs complain. Her bracelet jingled as she typed, and then she started whispering lyrics under her breath.

Overstimulated, Wednesday’s fingers stilled on the keys as the singing increased.

Her voice cut through the room, loud enough for Enid to hear.
“Enid. If you do not cease that noise, I shall rail you right here, right now.”

The singing stopped immediately.

Enid ripped her headphones off and sat up in shock. “…Is that a threat or an invitation? Because if it’s an invitation, you could’ve just asked nicely.”

Wednesday turned her head. “Why would you voluntarily offer yourself to be hit by a train?”

Enid frowned. “Hit by a…who told you that?”

Wednesday stood and walked toward the middle of the room. “…Yoko said it meant I would hit people with a train.”

Enid met her halfway. Her mouth opened and closed. Then she made a sound that was half laugh, half wheeze. “Oh my god. She did not.”

“She did,” Wednesday said, crossing her arms.

“Wednesday.” Enid leaned forward. “That is so not what that means.”

Wednesday lowered her voice. “If not, then enlighten me.”

Enid held back a snicker. “To rail someone means you throw them down and wreck them on a bed. Repeatedly. Until they forget their own name.”

Wednesday was very still. The gears in her head turning. “You mean…by beating them to a pulp.”

Enid sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “No, Wednesday…like…” Her ears turned bright red. “Like sexually.”

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change, but the sudden color in her cheeks gave her away. “I see.” She swallowed. “That means throughout all this day I have been offering sexual advances to…everyone who crossed my path.”

“Pretty much,” Enid said with an apologetic smile.

Wednesday’s dark eyes moved over Enid’s face, then down, then back up. “I have made a very direct sexual offer to Barclay…”

“Wait, what?” Enid scoffed.

Wednesday’s frown only deepened. “I am going to kill Tanaka.” She turned on her heel toward the door, but before she could leave, Enid’s hand wrapped around her wrist.

“Wednesday, wait.” Enid murmured, making her stop dead in her tracks. “For the record… if you had meant it that way with me, I wouldn’t have said no…” She whispered it like a secret spilled.

Wednesday looked down at her hand, then up at her face.

Enid’s ears were scarlet. Her smile had gone small and crooked, like she was already bracing for the moment Wednesday would pull away and leave to commit a very specific homicide.

Instead, Wednesday’s voice came out low. “You would not have said no?”

Enid shook her head once. “No.”

Wednesday’s pulse did something inconvenient under Enid’s fingers as she brushed her thumb along the inside of her wrist.

“You are flushed,” she observed.

“Yeah. I noticed,” Enid replied sheepishly.

“You are also still holding me.”

Enid’s fingers tightened instead of letting go. “I know.”

Wednesday took in a long breath. “Tanaka can wait,” she said at last.

Enid blinked. “She can?”

“She tricked me, and she will pay for it.” Wednesday’s eyes dropped to Enid’s mouth, then lifted again. “But not tonight.”

Enid’s laugh came out shaky. “Oh. That’s…yeah. Ok…”

Wednesday stepped back into Enid’s space, making her tilt her head to look at her. “And Enid,” Wednesday whispered, “I do mean it that way…with you.”

Enid’s breath hitched.

Wednesday’s free hand rose, slow, and settled at Enid’s waist. “Right here,” she said, repeating her own threat from minutes ago, only now it was no longer a threat. “Right now.”

Enid let out a shaky breath. “Wednesday…”

“If you want me to ask nicely,” Wednesday replied, already crowding her back toward the bed, “this is the last chance you will get.”

Enid’s knees hit the mattress. She locked eyes with Wednesday’s intense gaze, wrapped her arms around her neck, and pulled her down with her.

Wednesday caught herself on her hands before she crushed her.

For a second they just breathed there, Enid on her back, Wednesday braced over her.

Enid’s fingers slid into the hair at the nape of Wednesday’s neck. “You’re shaking,” Enid whispered.

“I am not.” Wednesday refuted.

“You are a little.” Enid smiled, scratching her scalp softly.

Wednesday’s mouth brushed the corner of Enid’s. “Do not make me regret staying.”

Enid smiled against her skin, bright and wrecked already. “Too late. You already said right here, right now.”

Wednesday kissed her making good on a threat she had spent all day misunderstanding.

A small moan escaped Enid’s lips as she pulled her closer, knees bracketing Wednesday’s hips. The mattress complaining all over again, only this time Wednesday did not tell her to stop.

When they broke apart, Wednesday’s voice was wrecked in a way fencing never managed.

“If you moan like that again,” she murmured against Enid’s mouth, “I will take it as encouragement to continue.”

Enid laughed, breathless, and kissed her back. “Then I guess you should lock the door.”

Wednesday rose, crossed the room, and locked the door. By the time Enid looked up, she was already back, bracing herself over her. “Now, let us see if I can make you forget your name…”

The night was long, false threats soon forgotten.

Yoko could wait until morning. Wednesday and Enid could not.

Enid almost dropped the bag when she reached the porch. A raccoon was sitting dead center in front of the door like it was waiting for her, chubby and unblinking. Enid would’ve thought it was cute if it weren’t for the silver butter knife it was currently twirling around in its small black paw as if deciding whether she was worth the effort.

Enid reached for her phone and quickly typed a message.

Enid: Hi! I’ve got an order for Wednesday. I’m outside!!

Wednesday: On my way.

Enid: Wait.

Enid: There’s a raccoon at your front door staring at me.

Wednesday: His name is Gary. Do not make eye contact.

Enid: Too late…He’s holding a butter knife.

Wednesday: That is new.

The door opened just enough for Wednesday Addams to fill the gap. She looked like she was ready to end her day: black slip and bare feet as she patted the damp ends of her hair with a towel. She looked at Enid, then at Gary. “You are late,” she said.

“Enid. Hi. Sorry, I couldn’t find the address.” Enid said sheepishly. “But I did get you extra spring rolls if that helps!” She looked between Gary and Wednesday, not sure if she could approach, “I didn’t want to just…step over him. He looks like he has a mission.”

Wednesday’s mouth twitched. “Gary. The food is expected. Relinquish the cutlery.”

Gary set the knife down with a tiny, offended clink but didn’t move. He simply continued staring at Enid with curiosity now.

Enid kept her distance and held the bag out.

Wednesday took a step forward and stood next to Gary. She extended her hand and their fingers brushed when she took the bag from Enid.

Thunder cracked directly overhead.

Enid jumped so hard she almost fell backwards. A startled little giggle burst out of her as the sky opened and rain sheeted off the porch roof in a sudden, violent curtain.

“I hate thunder storms,” she said, still laughing at herself, cheeks pink. “Every time. I know it’s coming and I still…”

Wednesday’s gaze had already gone past her, to the little pink car parked at the end of the driveway, which was now looking like a shallow river.

She looked back at Enid. “Do you have any more deliveries?”

Enid shook her head, the wet chilly air making her shirt stick to her body. “Not after this. With this weather I guess I’ll just head home.”

Wednesday considered her for a moment longer than was strictly polite. “Have you had dinner?”

Enid ducked her head, “No. Might grab something on the way home.”

Wednesday tipped her face toward the sky. The rain was only getting harder.

Enid started to shift her weight, getting ready to say goodbye and run to her car. “I really should get…”

“The rain is only going to get worse.” Wednesday cut her off.

Enid frowned in confusion but before she could say anything Gary sneezed from the mat, unimpressed.
“Why not come in,” Wednesday said. “I am sure Gary and I can share what you have brought.”

Enid’s smile was small and shy and a little too bright for the weather. “Really?” she asked, tucking moist hair behind her ear. “I mean…you don’t have to… I don’t want to crash your night with a Gary by imposing.”

Wednesday stepped back from the door giving her space to walk in. “You are already getting wet,” she said. “And Gary has decided you are not an immediate threat, so you are not imposing.”

Enid blushed at the comment and invitation. She looked back at the pouring rain and considered her options. “Yeah, it is getting worse.” She crossed the threshold to the Addams’s home. Gary waddled in after her, leaving the butter knife behind on the porch as a peace offering.

Wednesday closed the door on the storm. “The kitchen is through there,” she said, already walking. “I shall get the plates and cutlery Gary will most likely use to threaten you with. Make yourself at home.”

Enid chuckled, “Well Gary, what’s your favorite spring roll?”

Gary chirped in response as Wednesday walked in with what they needed to enjoy one of many future dinners together…

The guest room still smelled like last night’s storm.

Enid was dead asleep, comfortable beyond relief, after a year sleeping on dirt roads and humid caves. Her arms were sprawled over her head as she snored lightly.

The first gleam of light hadn’t even reached her yet when the door slammed open loudly.

Trumpets, violins and guitars merged into a sudden, glorious wall of sound.

Nine mariachis in full charro suits poured in like they’d been waiting in the hallway all night. Gomez Addams led them, chest out already mid-verse, voice rich and shamelessly operatic as he sang a welcome that included both “nuestra loba querida” and a mention of the family crypt.

Morticia glided in behind them, one hand on Gomez’s shoulder, the other loosely holding a black rose. She hummed along pleased, eyes half-lidded like this was the most natural morning ritual in the world.

Enid jerked awake, pulling the covers tightly against her chest, still half in the dream. She blinked, messy hair sticking to her forehead, as a tiny, sleepy smile tugged at her mouth at the sudden surprise.

“Oh my god,” she whispered hoarsely.

The song finished with a flourish and a final trumpet blast that made the candelabra on the dresser rattle. Gomez swept into a deep bow as Morticia stepped forward.

“Enid, darling. Welcome once again to our home.” Her smile was warm and fond. “We hope your stay will be eventful.” She paused, gaze sliding briefly to the suspiciously to the space at Enid’s side.

She smiled, “We did try looking for Wednesday this morning. Unfortunately we couldn’t find her.” She tilted the head knowingly. “She must be out hunting.”

Enid’s ears went pink. She laughed, pulling the sheet higher even though she was fully dressed underneath. “She’s…she’s probably around, you know. She sure loves a dramatic entrance.”

Gomez clapped his hands together, delighted. “Magnificent! May the hunt never end!”

He turned ushering the mariachis out, still smiling. Morticia lingered at the door and gave one last look over her shoulder. “Darlings,” she said, “do get ready. We’ll be waiting for you in the dining hall for breakfast.”

Then she was gone clicking the door shut.

Enid’s smile dropped instantly.
“She knows,” she whispered, staring at the closed door.

The silence in the room was a vast contrast to the previous loud serenade.

Then Wednesday’s head emerged from under the covers, black hair loose over her shoulders.
“They knew the moment they stepped into this room,” she said coolly. “Hence the mariachis.”

Enid dropped her face into her hands. “They’re gonna kill me.”

Wednesday blinked sleep away.
“…They would never.” She reached for one of Enid’s hands. “That was the Addams’s way of welcoming you into our family.”

Enid turned to look at her, relief washing over her face. “Wends…”

Wednesday kissed the back of Enid’s hand and relaxed into the pillow once more. “5 more minutes?” She asked as Enid wrapped her arms around her and melted into her embrace.

Wednesday faintly smiled into Enid’s hair, already calculating how long they could stall before Morticia sent Lurch up with a second, louder band.

Vet Care

Wednesday barged into the vet clinic with a tarantula cupped in both hands. “I have tried everything. She is unresponsive.”

“Have a seat, the vet will be with you shortly.” The receptionist told her calmly.

Wednesday’s frown deepened. “If she does not make it…I will…”

Enid rushed out just before she could finish her sentence. “Ma’am, Dr. Sinclair here. What seems to be the problem?”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at the vet, assessing her capabilities. “I was conducting a study on my carni…house plants and Hecate was keeping me company…” She stretched her hands out to show Dr. Sinclair.

Enid pulled gloves from her pocket and lifted Hecate with care, bringing her closer.

“She was acting like her usual self until she suddenly froze, took a couple of steps back and fell sideways, curled up into herself as she is now.” Wednesday concluded.

“I see. Alright! We don’t usually get tarantulas around here, but I’ll take her in and give her a full check-up.”

Enid carried Hecate into the exam room with Wednesday following her without being invited, hovering at the table’s edge like a hawk. Enid worked quietly at first, giving Hecate gentle turns, flashing her eyes with a light, observing her meticulously with a loupe and applying the faintest pressure along the abdomen.

Hecate stayed still, legs drawn in, but there was no rigidity of death in her. No collapse of the lungs or darkening that meant the worst making Enid’s shoulders ease.

“She’s going to molt,” she said, peeling off one glove. “That’s all. She’s pre-molt. They get sluggish and just look like they’ve given up. Then they split and come out bigger, shinier and extremely offended that anyone watched.”

Wednesday stared at Hecate as if the spider had personally betrayed a blood oath. Then a hand came up and gripped the side of her own head, fingers digging into dark hair.

“How could I have missed that…” An accusation aimed at herself. “I have documented every instar. I have charts. I have notes. She was right there and I…” Wednesday froze.

Enid looked up from the spider and directly at Wednesday.

Her pale skin had gone a shade too grey and her lips were a little dusky. She took a step back, just like Hecate had earlier.

Enid was behind her in an instant, ready to hold her in case she fainted.

Wednesday’s pupils were a fraction too wide for the overhead lights and her breathing was shallow. “I…”

Enid’s voice dropped into the register she used with frightened animals. “Miss…Have you been working with poisonous plants?”

Wednesday’s hands lowered an inch. “Addams. And…yes.”

Enid’s mouth twitched knowingly. She didn’t laugh at her but knew something was off…

“Okay. Come sit in my office I’d like to check on you too.” She placed an arm behind her back, guiding her to her office. “Hecate can stay in the low light crate. She’s fine. You’re the one I’m not sure about.”

Wednesday’s chin lifted. “I am not a pet.”

Enid snickered, softly. She stripped the second glove and tossed it in the bin.
“You’d be surprised how similar we are to other mammals.”

Wednesday’s gaze flicked over Enid’s face, searching for the punchline and finding only that easy, sunlit confidence instead. “Please, have a seat.” She ushered and Wednesday silently obeyed.

Enid crouched down, closer meeting Wednesday at eye level. “May I?”

Wednesday nodded silently.

Two fingers found Wednesday’s pulse point at her wrist. Then swiftly to side of her neck. Enid counted under her breath, eyes half-lidded, professional yet far too close for Wednesday’s liking.

“As I feared, mild hypoxia caused your symptoms and confusion.” Enid said matter of factly.

The plant toxin had been enough to make the world tilt. “I am immune to poisons.” Wednesday confirmed offended.

Enid’s thumb lingered, “Lucky you then. Otherwise, I’d be sending you to a human ER.”

Their eyes locked.

Wednesday, still faintly dazed, the chemical fog still in her blood, lifted her hand. Her fingertips brushed Enid’s cheek, caressing her carefully making both of them freeze.

A knock at the door brought them back abruptly. “Sorry, Dr. Sinclair, your 6pm is here.”

Wednesday snatched her hand back instantly as the receptionist left. “I apologize. That was…”

“It’s okay.” Enid’s smile was soft and genuine, no pity in it. “Really. It’s okay.”

She got up, “I’ll have Hecate’s crate here.” She turned towards the door, her hand stopping at the handle. Then she turned back, one shoulder against the frame, and her professional mask slipped just enough to show the girl underneath. “My shift ends at 7pm. If you’re feeling up for it and not trying to commune with any more carnivorous flora…would you like to grab a tea?”

Wednesday blinked once. “…I drink coffee,” She said at last.

Enid’s grin widened like she’d just won something precious. “It’s a date.”

Some weeks ago someone prompted me this one off a TikTok.

Here it is! https://archiveofourown.org/works/91276871

It was supposed to be simple: take a few photos and send them. Enid took six, mixed up the chats, and everything went sideways from there…or did it?

🔞AGED-UP CHARACTERS AU🔞

🔞AGED UP WENCLAIR MINI🔞

Wednesday had always assumed Enid was experienced.

The way her fingers moved, confident and curling just right. The way she twisted them and applied perfect pressure. All this had convinced Wednesday that Enid must have done this countless times before. Yes, it made her blood boil in more ways than one but she didn’t want to put too much thought into how she gained that experience…

She focused on the lack of hesitation, the absence of fumbling and only on the devastatingly effective rhythm that left her breathless and aching every time.

She never questioned it.

Until one quiet evening on the couch, watching some forgettable horror movie…

Enid had a fresh can of Pringles in one hand, casually fishing crisp after crisp out with two fingers in that practiced, twisting motion.

Wednesday’s eyes flicked over once, then again and stayed.

The slow curl of fingers, the slight twist of the wrist and the way she carefully pulled it out…

Realization hit as her entire understanding of Enid’s “experience” shattered in real time.

“…I know those moves,” she said flatly.

Enid froze mid-reach and turned slowly. “Is something wrong?”

Wednesday’s mouth pressed into a thin, scandalized line. Her black eyes narrowed to slits.
“All this time,” she said, voice low with pure indignation, “you have been fingering me like a can of Pringles.”

Enid’s cheeks went pink instantly.

Wednesday sat up straighter, pure offense radiating off her. “I thought those were instinctual motions. I thought they were born of passion. Instead I discover I have been treated with the same technique you use to extract potato crisps from a cylindrical container.”

Enid tried and failed not to laugh. “Wends, I…”

“Do not ‘Wends’ me, Sinclair. I cannot fathom this. I genuinely cannot.”

Enid bit her lip to hold her giggles, eyes sparkling. “…But it worked though!”

Wednesday glared at her for a long, silent second.
“…Traitorously well,” she admitted through gritted teeth. “Which only makes it worse.”

Enid wrapped her arms around her in a bone-crushing hug. “See? Not bad for an experienced Pringles eater.” She wiggled her eyebrows, flashing Wednesday a bright smile.

A small smirk tugged at her girlfriend’s lips. “Insufferable mutt.” She leaned in and kissed her, catching Enid’s laughter against her lips.

The Break

AGED UP CHARACTERS IN AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP/NSFW/🔞

After a big fight, Wednesday and Enid end up on a break…little did they know, rekindling their relationship would come in an unexpected way…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/90454676#main

Wednesday stirred in her sleep, nuzzling deeper into Enid’s neck as her girlfriend’s arm rested loosely around her waist. She inhaled slowly, breathing in Enid’s sweet scent, then let her hand drift up to cup and squeeze her breast.

Enid made a soft, half-awake sound. “W…Wends?”

Wednesday’s eyes opened, dark and unblinking in the dim light. “You are going to get your period.”

Enid blinked, still foggy. “My…period?”

Wednesday simply nodded, tucked herself back against Enid’s throat, and went still again like nothing had happened.

Enid laid there, baffled. “My period isn’t due til Fri…” A sharp cramp hit mid-sentence. “…How the fuck?”

Wednesday smiled into Enid’s neck. “I told you.” Her voice smug and half-asleep. She rolled onto her back while Enid scrambled out of bed straight for the bathroom.

When Enid returned a few minutes later and slid under the covers again, Wednesday immediately curled into her arms like a magnet.

“How did you know?” Enid whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Wednesday’s reply was muffled against her collarbone. She squeezed her breast softly one more time, already drifting off. “I am never wrong.”

Hey! I bring you a oneshot based on this TikTok! 🩷🖤

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89316036

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.

“Always,” Enid promised, kissing her back with as much intensity. Her lips finally erasing every trace of the monster who had once dared to touch what was always hers…

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.”

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…

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…