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Enid’s bones creaked.

Her skin pulled.

Her extended claws found purchase in her skin. They dug in, drew blood until parts of her arm were dyed red.

Her lip was bleeding profusely as her canines dug into it to hold her cries back.

Her mind filled with bit back curses and screams.

Her family’s eyes burned holes into her. She could do it. She could wolf-out. She knew she could. She did it last full moon, at Nevermore, she wolfed-out and fought the hyde. She has the scars to prove it.

The moon’s state bore into her. Her bones creaked again. Then, she heard her Mother’s voice cut through the air.

“Enid, you can’t come. We’ll talk about it later.”

“What?” Her voice broke as she choked the word out and she cursed herself for the weakness.

“We will talk about it later.” Her Mother repeated as she pushed past her and strode out into the yard, the rest of her family followed silently, not even bothering to glance back at her.

Enid couldn’t help it, she dropped to her knees. Silent tears poured down her face as she watched her family wolf-out and disappear into the forest.

She stayed that way for a while, crying as her bones continued to creak and her skin continued to pull. She refused to bite her cries back this time, letting herself scream.

Enid could feel the energy draining from her body.

Finally, she pulled herself up and stumbled her way inside. Gripping onto the railing as she pulled herself up the stairs.

Enid collapsed as she closed the door to her room.

She curled into a ball, desperately trying to hug herself to lessen the pain racking her body.

What the fuck was that? She heard herself ask.

She didn’t have an answer, she didn’t know if she ever would, but she knew two things:

One, she had failed to wolf-out in front of her family.

Two, her body hurt like hell and it definitely didn’t help that her heart hurt as well.

Ajax had broken up with her close to right after all the shit went down at Nevermore, telling her something along the lines of; “I want us to be cool, like, friends cool, but we don’t work beyond that.” Her mind had been so fuzzy she hadn’t been able to take the actual sentence in, only that part. She hadn’t told anyone yet, not even Yoko.

Enid wailed, she didn’t care about biting them back now.

Her emotions were blurry. Her thoughts lingered just out of reach.

Pain wracked her body forcing screams from her throat. Her lingering thoughts found a familiar figure, wrapped desperately around the figure and she wailed again because she couldn’t grasp it. She didn’t know who the figure was exactly.

She forced herself up.

Her body tried to refuse, tried to anchor her to the floor but Enid was stubborn.

She didn’t stop pushing until she was under the covers of her bed.

She didn’t stop pushing until the final sob escaped her and sleep took over.

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Wednesday groaned as she tucked her chair further under the table. She busied herself with pulling apart the meat in front of her, attempting to ignore her Mother’s questions.

As usual, it never seemed to work.

“Wednesday, tell us more about this colorful roommate of yours,” She paused for half a heartbeat, “Enid Sinclair was it?”
“Yes, Enid.” Wednesday nodded shortly and glanced up at her Mother before continuing, “She’s a rather interesting character, she and Thing bonded fascinatingly quickly.” She shot a look in Thing’s direction before dropping her eyes back to the meat in front of her and taking a bite of it.

When Wednesday glanced back up in Thing’s direction he was starting to sign a response,
“Yes, she’s amazing.”
“She’s a thorn in my side,” Wednesday finished turning back to her Mother and Father. She heard Pugsley snicker from beside her.
“You like thorns in your side,” He pointed out when Wednesday glared knives at him. Wednesday blinked once as if it helped her to clear the knives from her eyes.
“I suppose so.”

Pugsley smirked, prompting her Father to speak up before she even had the chance to fully think about wiping Pugsley’s stupid smirk off his face.
“Did our little storm cloud make a friend?” Wednesday could just pick up the teasing undertone in his question. She rolled her eyes and shrugged.
“She saved her life,” Thing signed and Wednesday found herself having to fight to keep her expression still.
“I saved both of you imbeciles more than once.”

Before Thing could reply her name was called.
“Wednesday,” Her Mother said slowly and her attention turned to her. “Did Enid really save your life?”
Wednesday sighed. “She did, yes.”
Her Mother hummed softly. “It is settled then, you are to invite her over for the remainder of the break, understood?”

Wednesday blinked slowly then,
“Understood.”
“Good,” She turned to Lurch, “Lurch, would you prepare the guest room next to Wednesday’s room for a visitor?” Lurch groaned his version of a yes in reply.
“Mother, your enthusiasm is sickening, however, I know nothing of Enid’s time table nor anything of her plans.”
Her Father smiled at her, “You know how your Mother and I get when we plan to have guests over.”
“I will go ask her,” Wednesday relented as she pushed herself up from the table and disappeared into the next room.

—
Thing perched himself by Wednesday’s charging phone tapping impatiently.
“Yes, yes, I know, but it was a full moon last night, and I don’t know her family’s traditions.”
“Just call her,” Thing signed.
“Fine.”

She picked up her phone and dialed Enid’s number. Wednesday bit her lip absentmindedly as the phone rang.
“Hello?” Enid’s voice crackled through the speaker and Wednesday swore she heard it crack like it always did after she cried.
“Hello.”
“Wednesday Addams, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked, her voice picking up, but Wednesday didn’t miss the hoarseness in it nor the slight cracking. Enid Sinclair had been crying and it had been recent. She pushed the thought away, telling herself she didn’t care.
“My parents have requested that you come visit us for the remainder of the break.”
“Wh- Hang on, Mr and Mrs Addams have asked me to visit them?” She paused to catch her breath. “This isn’t your idea of a joke, right?”

Despite herself, Wednesday felt a smile tug at her lips.
“Enid Sinclair, when have you known me to be anything but bluntly serious?” Enid was quiet for a moment.
“Good point, okay then, when?”
“They didn’t say but I believe Thing would like it to be as soon as possible, my Mother would probably agree with him.” If Enid, once again, picked up on the undertone she didn’t mention it.
“Okay, I’ll uh ask my mum when she gets home. I’ll, uh, text you or something when I get the answer. So I’ll talk to you then?”
“Yeah,” Then, before Enid could hang up she added, “Oh, and when you do, I either want a name or a good fucking reason as to why you were crying.” Before Enid even had a chance to open her mouth Wednesday had hung up.

Thing started signing and she sighed, bringing her fingers up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
“Shut it, I need to think.”

When she was sure Thing had left the room she collapsed onto her bed.

Wednesday Addams had known it the second she first met her. Enid Sinclair would be the death of her. Never had she expected it to be like this, though. Never had she expected it would be because she had fallen in love with her.

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Enid was used to being left home alone for a couple of days after a full moon. She had no idea what her family did out there, well, she could guess but she’d never been allowed to go with them so she didn’t know for sure.

She glanced back at the phone she had put down not even a full minute ago.

Wednesday Addams had called her, told her that her family wanted her to visit them as soon as possible.

And then, like that wasn’t enough to kill Enid on it’s own, Wednesday had known Enid had been crying. She had asked for a fucking name, and knowing Wednesday that was so she could kill them.

Enid couldn’t help it as the idea to scribble a note out to leave behind for her Mother and board the next flight to wherever Wednesday lived took over her mind.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

Stop being delusional. She scolded herself. You can’t just drop everything because your roommate/crush and her family asked you to visit them.

Right?

“Fuck it,” She whispered to herself as she grabbed her phone.

She was going to drop everything and book the next flight out of here. She was dreading her Mother coming home, dreading whatever ‘talk’ they were going to have. A little, very reasonable, part of her pointed out that whatever ‘talk’ they were going to have would be a million times worse if she did this.

She ignored it.

They wouldn’t even notice she was gone.

They never did.

She opened Wednesday’s contact and started typing.

Enid;

Hey!!

mum said i could get on like the next flight if they have space

where do u live again??

Enid stood to pull a pink duffle bag and a few other bags out from under her bed. As she dumped them onto her bed her phone lit up and she glanced over at it before scooping it up to read the notification.

Wednesday;

Hello. I will inform my family and Lurch. I believe my Mother will insist on sending the private jet and our butler over to pick you up.

Enid;

im sorry??

YOU HAVE A PRIVATE JET???

Wednesday;

Ah, I forgot you didn’t know.

Yes, we have a private jet.

Enid took a deep breath in an attempt to ground herself before starting to pull clothes from her wardrobe. A ding from her phone interrupted her again.

Wednesday;

Lurch will be there at 9pm, is that okay with you?

She glanced at the time, 1pm.

Enid;

perfect!!

Enid took her time to finish packing, making sure to add her favorite nail polishes to the collection of things she was setting aside to pack.

Enid’s mind was running ahead of her, body moving automatically to grab what she most wanted or needed.

Wednesday Addams, her roommate, best friend, and when she chose to be completely honest with herself, her crush, had asked her to spend the remainder of the break with her and her family. Was Wednesday trying to kill her?

Enid hadn’t even realized she had finished packing, her mind turning over every possible thought about Wednesday. She shook her head, in an attempt to rid herself of the thoughts tied to the girl whose home she would be staying at for the next few weeks.

She grabbed a pen and ripped a piece of paper from a notebook. She scribbled out a note detailing where she would be before leaving it on her bedside table.

Anyone who came looking for her would see it, but anyone who didn’t really care wouldn’t.

She slipped from her house and placed herself by the bus stop down the road, waiting and watching as cars and busses passed by. Finally she waved down the right bus and climbed inside, sitting herself down near the back.

The entire ride to the airport her mind didn’t stop repeating some form of; oh my god I’m invited to spend time with the Addams?

It was kind of pathetic, really, how excited she was over simply being invited to her friend’s place. Then again, this wasn’t just any friend it was Wednesday Addams so she figured she was allowed this extended freak out.

From the moment Enid had left the house to the moment she found herself getting off the Addams’ private jet time had seemed to pass incredibly slowly, no matter how much of it she had spent drifting in and out of sleep or doom scrolling whatever social media platform she’d found herself on.

She collected herself, stretched out, and started her walk towards the exit, the Addams family butler trailing her with most of her bags.

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Spiders crawled in Wednesday’s stomach. She tried to shoo them away, stomp on them, tried anything to get rid of them but they wouldn’t leave. They were stubborn, making a home in her stomach.

Wednesday fiddled with the waistband of her pants, then, she started to fiddle with her rings.

The airport car park was too loud for her so she had opted to sit in the car to wait for Enid, and Lurch.

Wednesday slipped out of the car when she spotted a ball of pink through the glass doors. Lurch was stumbling while trying to keep up with her and carry her bags.

Wednesday made a final, desperate, attempt to get rid of the spiders in her stomach but the closer Enid got to her, the more the spiders appeared and made themselves at home.

Enid bounced in her direction, stopping only when Lurch pointed the car out.

By the time Enid reached her, Wednesday’s stomach was overfilled with spiders.

“Willa!” She called a grin planting itself on her face. “Hey!”

“Hello, mio bel lupo,” She replied as the spiders threw themselves around her stomach.

Enid had her arms open in what was obviously an attempt at a hug, but dropped them, when she remembered Wednesday’s dislike of physical touch.

Wednesday stepped forward, both silently asking and giving permission. Enid beamed as she threw her arms around her. Then, as quickly as she had thrown them around her they were gone.

Part of Wednesday wanted to hug her again and hold forever, but another part was perfectly content with that hug and found Enid’s wariness of overstepping a boundary rather adorable.

Lurch loaded Enid’s luggage into the trunk as Wednesday took her backpack from her and opened the door to the car.

The werewolf grinned at her as she slipped inside, Wednesday put Enid’s backpack in the foot well before sitting next to her.

“The drive is a couple of hours,” Wednesday started, glancing at Enid. “You’re welcome to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we’re there.”

“Mm, thanks,” Enid yawned. She seemed completely ready to curl up and fall asleep.

Wednesday could tell by the slight wavering in her smile that the girl was exhausted not only from the trip, but something else as well.

She would work it out later.

Wednesday would deny it if anyone ever asked but she watched as Enid curled in on herself and fell asleep. She listened intently to Enid’s soft breathing as her eyes watched the view from the window.

—

The roads around the Addams family mansion were full of turns and twists, that’s what happens when you live on a mountain. Wednesday was used to it but she was sure if Enid had been awake she’d have been feeling sick.

Wednesday chose to wake Enid up at a specific time, making sure she’d see the fog on the driveway before the mansion, of course it was another thing to add to the list of things Wednesday Addams would deny.

She reached over, gently shaking Enid’s shoulder and whispered.

“We’re here,” Her voice was soft in a way that made her question if it was really her. She didn’t make an attempt to stop it as she thought; Fuck. This girl really will be the death of me. Enid’s breathing changed, softened, in the way it always did before she woke. Wednesday shook her shoulder gently again, watching as Enid’s eyes flickered open and the blue in them caught the soft light of the morning.

Wednesday pulled back, turning to look out of the window as Enid straightened in her seat and rubbed her eyes.

"Woah,” She breathed and Wednesday looked over at what had caught her attention.

The obsidian mansion’s silhouette started into view. The fog rolled away like it was a blanket being pulled off.

Enid’s eyes widened as she took in the massive gate which had ‘Addams’ inscribed on it. Then her eyes moved to the mansion itself, the towers of obsidian. She couldn’t think of anywhere more perfect for Wednesday Addams to live because to her this building could very well be the definition of gothic architecture. The obvious greenhouse on the side took Enid only slightly by surprise.

Enid turned to Wednesday, blue eyes sparkling with something Wednesday couldn’t quite put a name to.

“You live here?!” She asked, voice cracking as she raised it a bit too high.

“Yes,” Wednesday deadpanned.

“That’s so cool!?”

Lurch groaned from the front seat and Wednesday’s attention was turned to him.

“She’s my guest, I should do it,” Wednesday said, glancing at Enid who was still staring out the window like a wide eyed puppy. Another groan from the front seat. “Yeah.” A final groan came from the front seat as the car stopped.

Wednesday opened the door and stepped out, giving a short nod to Lurch before holding the door open for Enid.

“Lurch is taking your bags into your room,” She started as she grabbed Enid’s backpack from the foot well and handed it to Lurch. “I have to give you a tour.” Enid stepped out of the car, she yawned as she stretched as she took in the new view.

The Addams’ house was quite literally a mansion, the yard sprawled out to the iron fence that surrounded the property. The driveway they were standing on pooled around the doors, red leaved hedges bordered it. Trees dotted the yard, some dead, some clutching onto their last leaves. A lake shimmered on the side of the house that held a glass building, on the other side of the house was a cemetery that seemed to wrap around to the back of the house.

"Hm?" She hummed, turning back to Wednesday.

“I have to give you a tour.” Wednesday repeated as she closed the car door behind Enid.

“Yeah, cool, but why can’t I just crash or something?”

“Lurch is preparing your room, and we will have lunch soon. You can rest after that.”

Enid raised an eyebrow “Why would- You know what, never mind. Lead the way, Addams.”

Wednesday started, then stopped as the wind ruffled at her clothes and hair.

“I have told you not to do that, Gale,” Wednesday said, her voice holding the slight pitch that signified annoyance. The wind moaned. “Yes, tell Mother we will be there in time to eat.” The wind moaned again and then pulled itself back toward the mansion.

Gale rushed along the gravel driveway, rustling the hedges that lined it and rippling the surface of the water. Wednesday’s lips curled into a small smirk as she watched Gale go.

“Fuck,” Enid squeaked from behind her. “Was that a spirit?” Wednesday turned.

“Yes,” Wednesday replied like it was the most normal thing in the world, because to her, it was. Then, clocking Enid’s fear she added, “As long as you’re with me or my Mother none of them will hurt you.”

She moved down the path, listening for the crunch of gravel that would tell her Enid was following.

“Only you and Mrs Addams? What about your Brother and Mr Addams?” Enid asked as she reached Wednesday’s side.

“Most of them will only hurt you first if they perceive you as a threat, my Brother brings threats home all the time, my Father greets most of them rather loudly, it can elicit an explosive response.”

“You keep saying most, are some evil or something?”

“They prefer the word aggressive.”

Wednesday stopped and turned toward the lake, the path parting toward the shore of the lake. Wednesday whistled and the water bubbled. After a moment a massive, pale, squid-like creature arose from the lake

“This is K, she’s a Ghost Kraken, or, in simpler terms - the ghost of a Kraken.” She started toward the beast that had emerged. “Morning, K, apologies for waking you, I wanted to make sure you met our guest.” She turned to Enid who was glued to the main pathway. The ghost moaned. “Guest, K, not food. I’ll send Mother to feed you soon.” The ghost made what sounded like a chirp, then dropped a single droplet of water onto Wednesday’s nose. She gave a short nod before the creature disappeared into the lake again and she was back beside Enid.

Wednesday wiped the water from her nose with her sleeve, then she continued to walk like nothing had happened, listening again, for the noise of Enid following.

“Okay, Okay,” Enid breathed. “A Kraken feels like it should be aggressive, I’m so confused.”

“Oh, K’s aggressive,” Wednesday said simply, “Hence why I had to introduce you to her.”

“That doesn’t help. If anything I have more questions now.”

“Save them for my Mother, she knows the most about spirits.” A bell chided and Wednesday’s posture straightened so subtly that even Enid almost missed it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, lunch is ready, we should hurry.” Wednesday’s pace picked up ever so slightly.

When they reached the double doors, Wednesday pushed one open, holding it open for Enid to slip through. She let the door go and Enid expected them to slam but something caught them and closed the door softly.

The entryway was massive, the ceiling high and the room entirely open. In the middle of the room was a small round table, holding only one thing, a plant. At the back of the room two staircases wrapped themselves around to reach the second level. Frames of portraits were dotted along the walls, hallway tables were pushed to the side, and rugs running along the floor. The wallpaper seemed to droop like it was crying, or even like it was dying. The rest of the walls held sets of double doors that were only slightly smaller than the front ones. Candelabras hung from the roof, dotted with lit candles, the main one, right above the plant, had drops of clear crystals that almost looked like tears.

Wednesday moved to the set of doors on the right hand wall, and as she pushed them open a perfect mix of different smells wafted into the room. Wednesday stopped for a moment, taking in the smell before turning back to Enid.

“The dining room,” She said, nodding toward the room she was standing in the doorway of. “Oh, that’s Cleopatra, she’s my Mother’s carnivorous plant,” She supplied as she saw what was on the other side of Enid’s gaze. “She’s asleep currently, don’t wake her and you’ll keep your body intact.” Enid looked at Wednesday as she made her way toward her, her eyes were wide, like this was all too much to take in, and, well, that’s exactly what it was.

Too much.

Wednesday motioned for Enid to enter the dining room, so she did, stopping a couple of steps in to take in the new room. The ceiling was noticeably lower, but the room was just as massive and open. The middle of the room had a long table across it, a red cloth draped over it, and red cushioned throne-like chairs were spread out around the table. A fireplace crackled behind the head of the table.

Enid almost entirely missed the man sitting at the head of the table.

Almost.

Because then, Wednesday’s voice was bringing her out of her awe like trance.

“Father, this is Enid Sinclair,” Wednesday made her way to her chair, and Enid followed. “Enid, this is my Father, Gomez.”

“It’s nice to properly meet you, Mr Addams.”

Gomez smiled warmly at her, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” He said as he moved towards her, holding out his hand for her to shake he added, “Oh and, please, just call me Gomez, you saved my little viper’s life, there is no need for such formalities.” Enid shook Gomez’s hand.

Morticia chose that moment to enter the room, gliding in like her feet never met the floor. Her dress hugged her body and flowed over the floor, like a shadow trying to force its way into her.

“Enid Sinclair, how wonderful!” Mortica clapped her hands together as a warm smile spread across her face. Enid spun around at the same time Mortica’s hand came out to shake hers. She covered Enid’s hand as she shook it.

“Oh! Mrs Addams, pleasure to meet you.”

“Please, chérie, just Morticia,” Morticia smiled as she dropped her hands from Enid’s “Your seat is beside Wednesday, the food will be out in a moment.”

Wednesday caught Enid’s glance from across the other side of the room, and she nodded to the empty seat beside her. Wednesday watched her Mother disappear through the arch that led to the kitchen, then, she turned to Enid and watched as she walked toward the seat next to her. Enid smiled at her as she slipped into the seat.

“I always thought at least one of your parents would be as detached as you,” Enid muttered.

“They’ve always been more energetic, Pugsley included.” She had just managed to finish her sentence when the doors were thrown open and Pugsley skipped in, bomb in hand.

“Oh! Enid, right?” Pugsley said, stopping mid-skip as he saw Enid. “Oo, nice scars,” He continued talking before Enid could manage a response. “Nice to meet you- Oh, and Wednesday, Ichabod has arrows stuck in him and he isn’t letting me take them out.” Wednesday sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before shaking her head. She looked to Enid as she pushed herself up from the table.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” She said as she disappeared into the hall.

—

Wednesday slipped into her room and then out of her window and onto one of Ichabod’s branches.

When the tree didn’t respond under her weight she let out an almost silent sigh. Her eyes scanned the tree, assessing the damage Pugsley had inflicted. Arrows stuck out at odd angles along the trunk.

“I’m just going to remove the arrows,” She informed Ichabod as she clambered upwards.

Wednesday’s foot slipped as the branch she had gone to put her foot on moved. The tree caught her, and she rested her hand on the branch in some form of a pat.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” She all but demanded. The tree creaked beneath her and she rolled her eyes. “Did Pugsley use poison coated arrows?” Wednesday’s tone changed ever so slightly, a kind of stiffness. The tree creaked and Wednesday sighed again.

The tree let her move this time, pulling her up toward the branches the arrows were wedged into. She pulled them out, running her hands along the open puncture wounds. The bark closed over the wounds. “I’ll talk to him,” Wednesday promised, as she slipped gracefully down the tree and back into her room.

—

Wednesday shoved the doors of the dining room open, eyes finding Pugsley. Knives glaring at him. His shaky gasp was audible. A fire began to crackle to life in her and she forced it down, she needed to think.

“Pugsley Addams.” Wednesday’s tone was sharp and calculated and if you didn’t know her well you’d have no way of knowing if she was genuinely mad or not. “Ichabod is a horrible choice for target practice, however, you don’t use poison coated on him. You almost killed him.” Pugsley stilled in his seat, their Mother and Father’s attention turning to him. Pugsley was frozen to his seat.

“Pugsley.” Their Mother’s voice was unnervingly calm. “Did you use poison arrows on Ichabod?” Pugsley didn’t move, barely breathed, eyes locked on the full plate in front of him.

“Tish,” Gomez cut in, turning her attention to him. “We have a guest,” He pointed out nodding at a confused Enid. “We also have food on the table, we can talk to him later.” Morticia sighed, looking lovingly at her husband.

“You’re right, mi cariño. Pugsley, we will talk about this later,” Her Mother’s eyes flicked to her, “Wednesday sit down and join us for lunch.”

Wednesday slipped back into her seat, glancing at Enid for less than a half heartbeat. Enid’s eyes were already on her, full of questions and something else Wednesday hoped, for so many reasons, she had misread. Wednesday reached over to serve herself, then settled down in her seat.

She had barely started eating when the doors were being opened again. Lurch shuffled in, groaning before moving into the kitchen. Wednesday managed to meet Lurch’s eyes before he disappeared completely, giving him a short nod.

Enid nudged her lightly, forcing her attention to turn to her.

“Your room is ready,” Wednesday explained before Enid even really asked.

“Oh, okay,” Enid said, eyes dancing across the room again.

“Enid,” Morticia’s voice called both Wednesday and Enid’s attention. “Would you mind telling us all a bit about yourself, Wednesday has a habit of trying to keep things she likes to herself.” Enid’s eyes widened and she had to fight not to choke on her food.

“Oh- I mean, well, there’s not much to tell-” Enid was cut off by a tapping. Thing’s tapping was fast, calling attention to him, then as quickly as he appeared his tapping moved to signing.

“Enid, there is a lot to tell, stop selling yourself short.”

“Thing-” Enid tried as her cheeks colored.

“Let him continue.” Wednesday said and Enid stilled in her seat.

“Thank you, you’re friendly, colorful, loving, caring, empathetic,” He paused for a moment and let the thought ‘Sometimes too empathetic.’ go unsaid. “And you give amazing manicures, which, by the way, I need one.” Wednesday rolled her eyes at that, letting her eyes stop over Enid, who had her face buried in her hands.

“I must say, Thing only missed one trait, admittedly a rather important one. You’re disgustingly loyal.”

Morticia and Gomez clapped their hands together in perfect, almost practiced harmony.

“How sickening!” Gomez exclaimed.

“Father.”

“Right, how sweet!”

Enid pulled her head out of her hands, smiling through her red cheeks, “Uh, thank you,” She managed to murmur before turning back to her food. Wednesday continued to eat as well, nodding to Thing as he moved to her shoulder and tapped lightly.

Lunch finished in silence. Enid downing her food to try and get out of the room as soon as possible. Wednesday had wanted to stay and watch her Mother and Father come up with a consequence for Pugsley, but no matter how hard she tried she seemed more compelled to take Enid to her room and help her settle in.

Wednesday reached the top of the stairs and turned back to look at Enid.

“Would you like to rest now, or have a quick tour of the top floor first?”

“That’s a stupid question,” Enid murmured. She opened her mouth to continue but, without meaning to, Wednesday beat her to the thought.

“Right, I’ll take you to your room then.”

“How did you-?”

“I know you.” She replied, simply.

Wednesday pushed the set of doors next to her own bedroom open. She walked in, holding a door open for Enid.

“My room is next door,” Wednesday started as she began to close the door behind Enid. “I will be in there if you need me.” She turned her back on Enid, starting to walk when she felt a soft tug at her sleeve. It was the same tug Enid always did when she was scared or uncertain and needed to know Wednesday was there.

Wednesday turned back to look at Enid and for a moment she thought she’d been stabbed through the heart again. Only this time there was no adrenaline, no fight, just pain, and not the fun kind of pain.

Enid’s eyes were wide, her teeth barred together, fangs showing, and if Wednesday’s eyes lingered on them a little too long that was for her to know and only her. Her eyes traced Enid’s scars, traced her face as she saw so vividly the fear painted across it. Wednesday didn’t fight it as she thought she might burn the entire world, or rather refrain from burning the entire world, if it meant she never had to see Enid this scared ever again.

Enid’s hand fell from Wednesday’s sleeve and it was then she realised that despite her heart hurting her face hadn’t moved from it’s unbothered, uncaring expression, and that, she knew, hurt Enid more than any physical wound ever could.

“What is it, mi sol?” Wednesday didn’t bother to mask the softness in her voice, didn’t bother to exclude the pet name, she just went with it, silently hoping to undo any damage she might have done.

Enid blinked, once at the foreign pet name then, as if the situation hit her again she blinked for a second time.

“I- I can smell something,” Enid said. Her head dropped in what Wednesday knew was embarrassment. Wednesday put a finger under Enid’s chin, bringing it up so she was looking into her eyes. She made a mental note of the pink in Enid’s cheeks growing.

“I told you, did I not? The mansion is inhabited by all types of creatures, your room has been cleared of any aggressive ones, though, do not worry.” Enid’s face still held the same fear so Wednesday added, “I will be right next door if it gets to be too much for you to handle.”

“Y-yeah. Okay.” Enid nodded.

“Good. Get some rest, mon cher.”

Without waiting for a response Wednesday turned and left the room, closing the doors behind her. Spiders thrashed in her stomach. She stomped them out. What the hell.

Wednesday had known it since they first met in that stupid dorm room. Enid Sinclair would be the death of her. She hadn’t been wrong, she had just forgotten to factor in just how fucking easy and unpredictable it was to fall victim to the Addams’ family curse.

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Enid tried to sleep, she really, really did but it was impossible. The constant groaning and moaning from the ghosts and ghouls was too much for her. Her sensitive hearing really wasn’t helping.

Enid hadn’t bothered to unpack, she was too exhausted. She only had the energy to pull her shoes off and crawl into bed. She sighed as she rolled away from the wall and tried again to just ignore the groaning.

Soon, she sighed again, but this time she pushed herself out of bed.

Without really thinking about it she moved to the room next door, where Wednesday had said she’d be.

She steadied herself, knocking quietly on the door, hoping that was enough for Wednesday to hear.

It was, because a second later the door was opening, and Wednesday was looking at Enid.

“Can’t sleep?” Wednesday’s voice was back to its usual flatness.

“Y-yeah.”

“Come in,” She said as she stepped away from the door. “You can sleep in my bed.”

“Oh.” Enid’s mind blanked, her thoughts overridden as she stepped into the room.

What had she expected, seriously?

Wednesday cleared her throat and Enid realised she hadn’t moved since the door shut.

The door shut? Wow.

She didn’t even remember stepping out of the doorway. She is royally fucked, isn’t she?

Enid moved to the bed, slowly, like Wednesday might change her mind at any given moment, because knowing Wednesday, she might.

“What is it?” Wednesday snapped. Enid’s shoulders slumped. There it was. She started to retreat back to her room.

Wednesday grabbed her by the sleeve before she could even move a full step back. She pulled her to the bed, then pushed her down, stepping back and holding eye contact. Fuck.

“Rest. You need it.” She deadpanned like she hadn’t just basically manhandled her and pushed her onto a bed.

“R-right,” Enid managed.

She moved herself to the furthest side of the bed, and pushed herself against the wall.

“There’s no way that’s comfortable for you.”

“How would you know?”

“You’d have pushed your bed against the wall in Ophelia Hall if it was.”

“Oh, right, yeah,” She stammered over her words. Too tired and way too nervous under Wednesday’s gaze to think clearly. “It just, uh, helps when the bed is bigger, you know?”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow then shrugged. “Sure.”

She turned her back on Enid, moving over to her desk where she pulled a book out and began to read.

Enid kept her back to the wall as she curled into herself, letting the scent of Wednesday lull her into sleep.

—

She was running again.

The same forest.

The same pain racked every inch of her body.

Her heart was in her ears.

Her legs.

Her arms.

Her stomach.

Her heart was everywhere.

Her mother’s voice hammered in her head.

“You’re a disgrace.”

She stumbled.

“A disappointment.”

She faltered.

“A failure.”

She pushed harder.

“You are not my child.”

She stumbled again, this time hitting the ground.

“My child would never be this weak.”

Voices she couldn’t distinguish muddled with her Mother’s as she picked herself back up.

“Freak.”

She faltered.

“Useless.”

She screamed, trying to drown the voices out but they continued.

“Pathetic.”

She ran until she was falling over her feet.

She was ready to collapse.

She bent over, resting her arm on a random tree to support herself.

Heaving breaths in and out, forcing herself to breathe at a somewhat regular pace.

It never happened.

There was silver lodged in her side.

She didn’t have to look to know it was there. It always was.

Pain racked her body.

Everything hurt.

Everything had a heart beat.

Every drip of sweat that rolled down her body reminded her just how tired she was.

Every heave of breath reminded her how long she’d been running with poison in her side.

She let her eyes close, her legs beginning to give up on her.

“Enid,” She heard her name, it was carried to her so softly in someone’s voice.

“Enid,” Her name came again, this time with urgency in it.

Her legs buckled and she collapsed as she grabbed at that voice like a lifeline.

“Wednesday?”

“I’m here, cara mia. I’m here, you’re safe.”

Enid forced her eyes open.

She couldn’t help it as she drank in the sight of Wednesday sitting on the other side of the bed, hand placed lightly on Enid’s shoulder, grounding her. She managed to meet Wednesday’s eyes.

“Sorry.” She murmured as she went to turn again, back in on herself and fall asleep.

Wednesday’s hand gripped her shoulder more firmly, pulling her back so their eyes met.

“Don’t ever fucking apologise for having a nightmare.” Wednesday said, voice calculating, a silent threat under those words.

Wednesday tucked her feet under her and turned to face Enid as she settled onto the bed, something settling on her face. “When I called you the other day, you had cried earlier. You just had a nightmare. Something is bothering you.” She said, leaving no room for Enid to deny, and she didn’t even think of it because Wednesday was right. “Talk to me.” Wednesday smirked slightly as she added, “Or, you can give me a name.”

“No!” Enid basically yelped.

“No to talking or no to giving me a name?”

“You know the answer to that.” Enid whispered, rolling her eyes. Wednesday quirked an eyebrow, silently asking her to talk. Enid ran a hand along her face and groaned before complying because she was, as Yoko would say, whipped, especially when it came to Wednesday. “Fuck, okay, I’ll talk to you.”

Wednesday’s grip on Enid’s shoulder softened, but it never left, and Enid found herself fighting the urge to lean into the touch. Enid let herself sit up, she drew her knees to her chest, hugging them, as she made a point to ignore Wednesday’s eyes.

“I- well, I haven’t been able to wolf out since…” Her voice trailed off as she gestured to the scars on her face. Wednesday raised an eyebrow.

“Since Nevermore? Since you beat the Hyde?” Wednesday asked, and Enid knew it was rhetorical. “And?”

“I- I wolfed out once, it should be second nature now,” Enid scrambled to explain, her thoughts lingering just out of reach like they always did when she was emotional.

Wednesday blew a breath out of her nose and for once Enid couldn’t tell if that was a laugh or an unbelieving noise. She pushed herself up from the bed and walked to her desk. Enid almost whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Your mother is lying to you,” She said simply as she rustled through a drawer. Enid only had a moment to realise that Wednesday had read through the lines and known her mother was at the heart of this before she was talking again, “There are conditions that need to be met in order for a young wolf to wolf out.” The rustling stopped as she produced a book from the bottom of the drawer.

“What?”

“Blood moons increase your power,” Wednesday stated, looking at her blankly. “You wolfed out, saved my life, and fought the Hyde, all on a blood moon.”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t that make it easier?”

“No. It can do the opposite.” She moved back toward the bed, resting on one of the poles. “Not to mention, the pressure you were probably under in front of your family.”

It was silent for a moment. Enid considered what Wednesday said, wondered how she knew so much, then shoved that thought away because it’s Wednesday Addams, of course she knows.

Her mind ran from her, the way it always did when she thought too long about something. She knew the attempt to wolf out had felt different at Nevermore versus in front of her family. A thought, a connection, lingered just out of reach.

She yelped as her claws extended into her palms. Wednesday’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the yelp.

“Do you want a bandage?” Wednesday asked, eyes glued to the blood dripping down Enid’s hand. Enid nodded quickly, a hum escaping her as she realised she couldn’t speak.

Wednesday moved to the other side of the room again, this time leaving the book on the bed. Enid got a glance of it. Oh. Of course. It wasn’t anything special. Just a plain notebook. Why would Wednesday have something special for her anyway? She pushed her thoughts away as she felt a new weight on the bed. Wednesday.

She looked up to see Wednesday shifting closer. Without a word, she grabbed Enid’s hand and pulled it toward her. It was a gentle movement, yet it was done so surely she knew she had no chance of protesting. Wednesday’s touch was cold, but gentle, like she was handling her favourite knife.

She cleaned the cuts on her hands with perfect precision before she grabbed a bandage to wrap around her hand. Enid couldn’t help but wonder just how many times Wednesday had done something like this before. She tightened the bandage, securing it in place as she looked up to meet Enid’s eyes.

“Rest.” Wednesday commanded, and Enid obeyed, sinking back into the sheets of the bed and curling in on herself.

She wasn’t sure when, but sleep crept up on her and consumed her, not before she had managed to note that Wednesday hadn’t moved from the bed though.

For the first time since Nevermore, Enid slept.

—

Enid groaned as she stretched out. Her eyes adjusted to the room’s light as she turned over.

Wednesday wasn’t on the bed anymore, which on its own wasn’t surprising, but when Enid’s eyes scanned the room she realised Wednesday wasn’t there.

At all.

She wanted to get up, stumble back to her room, because she really was stupid wasn’t she? Of course Wednesday didn’t care enough to stay with her. Wednesday didn’t care about anything, really. Especially not people like her.

She couldn’t help it as her eyes drifted to her hands. The hand Wednesday had cleaned and bandaged. She had known her mother was bothering her.

That had to mean something. Right?

The doors to the room opened and the noise ripped Enid from her thoughts.

Wednesday.

She was there, mug in one hand, door handle in the other. She looked at Enid, studied her for a moment and Enid wasn’t sure what exactly she was studying, but she let her.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked, tone blank as she walked into the room.

“Yeah, I did, for once.” Enid paused to glance out the massive window in the room, it was getting dark outside. “What time is it? How long was I asleep for?”

“It’s six, dinner will be ready in half an hour.”

“Oh, okay.” Enid stretched as she yawned. She heard the door close and had to fight herself from sighing out loud because she didn’t hear Wednesday move around the room.

She glanced up when she heard the light tap of a cup on the wood of the bedside table. Wednesday met her eyes before straightening herself up and reading the question painted in Enid’s eyes.

“Tea, for you.” She was quiet for a moment and then nodded towards the notebook she’d left nearby. “If you want to know about werewolves and wolfing out without your Mother’s opinions, that notebook has most of what I could find on werewolves in our library.”

For a dumbstruck moment, Enid just blinked at the goth girl in front of her. Then, she grinned and moved herself to the edge of the bed.

“You’re the best! Thank you Nes!” She reached for the tea mug to take a sip, but not before she met Wednesday’s eyes once more. When she took a sip of the tea she was hit with how sweet it was. It soothed her throat, coating it in some sort of sweet healing liquid. “What type of tea is this?”

“Honey and sage with a mint leaf.” Wednesday went back to her desk and grabbed her book before adding, “Once you finish it, we can continue the tour.”

“Okay!” Enid said. “Should I go back to my room?”

Wednesday shrugged, “I don’t care.” Enid smiled, humming lightly. She took that as a no.

Enid brought her knees back up to her chest, sitting on the edge of the bed as she sipped the tea Wednesday had gotten for her. She tried to fight the thoughts that tried so hard to drown her, she focused on the way the tea warmed her insides and the way it soothed her throat.

Enid took the last sip and Wednesday looked up as she stood, holding the mug in her hands. A question dies on her lips as Wednesday speaks up.

“Leave it here.” Wednesday said, turning back to mark the page in her book. Enid nodded.

“Okay!” She placed the mug down on the bedside, flattening her clothes.

She stretched as she tried to ignore that Wednesday’s eyes were fixed on her. Silently, Wednesday got up and moved to the doors, pushing them open and holding one open. Enid flashed her a smile as she left the room. Wednesday closed the door behind her, before leading her further away from the stairs to the front doors.

Enid wandered behind Wednesday, eyes scanning over the walls, lingering on random paintings and the wallpaper. It was plain, simple, and drooping, like it was crying, or even dying. Wednesday glanced over her shoulder.

“These are the bedrooms, you know where mine, Pugsley’s, and my parent’s rooms are. The rest are empty.” She said as she nodded towards the side corridor that was lined with doors. She stopped in front of another set of double doors. “This is a sitting area we don’t use often, we leave the others to frequent it, so I’d suggest not interrupting them.”

For a moment Enid’s brain lagged. Then she realised ‘others’ had been in reference to the ghosts and ghouls.

Enid glanced to the end of the corridor, which was only a small room away. A massive window covered the wall, looking down the mountain, catching in its view a graveyard.

“Is that a graveyard?”

“Technically, it’s a cemetery, but yes.” She deadpanned. Wednesday seemed to catch Enid’s confusion. “We use it for animals and family members mainly, though I believe a few of my family’s victims are buried there.” Wednesday almost smirked when Enid paled. “That’s a bathroom.” Wednesday continued, pointing to another room, like she hadn’t just admitted to having a cemetery in her literal backyard.

Without waiting for her, Wednesday turned away and began to walk back up the corridor, toward the stairs.

“I believe dinner will be ready soon, so I will show you a few more rooms downstairs.”

“Oh, right, okay.” Enid said, moving to catch up with her.

The railing of the indoor balcony and the entry way’s candelabra came into view before the staircases. Enid found herself marveling at it all, like she hadn’t seen it a few hours ago. Wednesday seemed to glide down the stairs, and Enid couldn’t help but think back to the way Morticia moved, gliding like she floated just off the ground.

When they were down the stairs Wednesday pointed toward the set of double doors opposite the room Enid knew was the dining room.

“That’s the ball room,” She shifted her hand so it was pointing to the room directly above it. “And, that’s the library.” Wednesday turned and disappeared through the arch closest to them. Enid scrambled to follow. She nodded toward a door as they passed it. “That’s another bathroom.” She stopped in front of another set of double doors and pushed them open, “This is the main living room.”

The room was massive. Red and black wallpaper fell along the walls like someone had carelessly thrown it up. A black couch sat just off from the middle of the room, under a candelabra. A small long table stretched out in front of the couch, flanked by red armchairs on each end. Directly in front of the couch was a black stone fireplace, the fire inside was clinging to life.

A bookshelf sat on one side of the room, a few hallway tables and display cabinets lined the walls. Swords, knives and other weapons were displayed proudly. Totems and small statues decorated the empty hallway cabinets. Sets of candles and candlesticks were placed randomly along them.

Wednesday let go of the doors as a disembodied voice screeched. Enid covered her ears.

“What was that?”

“Zic, he does that to alert us to meals being ready.” Wednesday explained already starting toward the dining room. Enid sighed, before picking up her pace to match Wednesday’s.

“What’s Zic’s story?” Enid asked once she reached her. Wednesday glanced back at her.

“It’s long.” She started, “So I’ll give you the summary, he was murdered here when it was still a mental hospital, right as the nurses began coming around to collect everyone for a meal.”

“Oh, that’s a lot sadder than I thought it would be.” Enid glanced around for a moment before smiling to herself. “Of course you live in a mansion that used to be a mental hospital.”

“What is that meant to mean?”

“I don’t know, it just seems very you to live in a haunted ex-mental hospital.”

“Probably because I do.” Wednesday deadpanned and Enid knew the joke had flown over her head. She giggled. Wednesday raised an eyebrow but before she could ask they were walking into the dining room.

No one else had made it to the dining room yet. Well no one else who was living, because Enid had to bite back a gasp as they entered. What looked like a group of ghosts was rushing around the dining room, changing the cutlery and the tablecloth. Enid watched as ghosts disappeared into thin air, and reappeared.

Wednesday glanced back at Enid once the table had finished being set.

“Sit down, my family will be here soon.” She instructed and Enid obeyed without even thinking. Within a few minutes all of Wednesday’s family had taken their spots at the table. She absently noted that her cutlery was gold instead of silver again.

Morticia glanced at Enid, seeming to study her and she felt herself squirm under the intense gaze. Enid felt something bubble to life inside her. As dinner was placed in front of them, Morticia asked;

“Do you know your wolf?”

“What do you mean?”

“The werewolves I’ve met and heard of have always had a connection with their wolf, I was just wondering if you too had that connection.

“Oh,” Enid blinked at the woman in front of her, Morticia seemed to read her and hummed before smiling softly.

“Your wolf is beautiful Enid, would you like to know her?”

“Uh, yeah, do you know how I can do that?”

“I could help you,” Morticia’s eyes flicked up to Wednesday’s for a moment and a silent conversation seemed to pass between the two of them, before she added; “Or, Wednesday could.”

Enid whipped her head over to the girl beside her. Wednesday’s eyes had something akin to murder in them.

“You could?” Enid asked, Wednesday’s eyes met hers for a moment, softened slightly but Morticia spoke again before she could clarify.

“Tesoro, have you not explained to her what we are?”

“Not really,” Wednesday said, eyes hardening again.

Enid’s gaze flicked back to Morticia as she spoke to her; “We’re witches, green witches specifically, we can connect with most living things, including spirits and a werewolf’s wolf. I can explain more of our heritage later, if you wish.”

“I’d really like to learn, actually, about the spirits too.”

“Very well chérie,” Morticia smiled softly and for the first time Enid didn’t feel put down for her lack of knowledge on a topic so she beamed back.

Chapter Text

Wednesday’s Mother always dragged on when she started talking about the spirits of their home or witchcraft, so the fact that Enid hadn’t returned from dinner even though it had ended over an hour ago wasn’t of concern. Yet, Wednesday found herself sitting up slightly straighter at every creak of the floorboards. As much as it pained her to admit it, she missed the girl.

Wednesday leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, a hand dragging down her face as she sighed. Enid’s smell still lingered in the room, the bed specifically, and Wednesday had to fight not to get lost in the scent. She groaned.

What the fuck was she going to do?

Wednesday heard the faint sound of floorboards creaking. She sat back up in her chair, finding her spot in the book again and resuming where she had left off.

A soft knock sounded on the door before Enid pushed it open cautiously, like Wednesday might shoo her away. Enid couldn’t be more wrong and Wednesday relished in the fact only she knew that.

“Did my mother’s rambling entertain you?” She asked, not looking up.

“Yeah, actually, it did.”

“Mm,” Wednesday hummed.

Enid flashed a grin at Wednesday before she collapsed back on to the bed. Thing clambered up next to her, tapping and signing.

“Yeah, sure,” Enid said, she glanced between Wednesday and Thing for a moment before pushing herself back up. “I’ll go get some.” Wednesday glanced up at Enid to watch her disappear back through the door. She eyed Thing for a moment before sighing and going back to reading.

Thing tapped, bringing her attention back to him. With her attention on him, he began signing again, tapping momentarily to keep her attention.

“Wends, you seem upset. What is it?”

“I’m always upset.” Wednesday deadpanned.

“You know what I mean,” He signed. Wednesday ignored him. “Come on,” He prompted and Wednesday sighed.

“What do you do with emotions?” She mumbled. Thing tapped in a way that signified that he was thinking. Before he had a chance to reply there was another soft knock at the door before it was pushed open to reveal Enid.

Enid flashed Wednesday a smile that made her heart flutter like a dying person’s eyes. Enid’s attention turned back to Thing, she flashed the nail polish she brought back from her room before she sat back on Wednesday’s bed.

“C’mon,” Enid said, patting the bedside table. “I have some gossip.” Thing scrambled over to sit by Enid.

Wednesday tried to go back to reading, but Enid’s chatter filled the room and there was something she couldn’t quite shake. Something felt different from Nevermore and she couldn’t quite place exactly what it was. Maybe it was the fact this was her room, her home, and Enid still fit in so perfectly, like she was meant to be a part of Wednesday’s life she couldn’t escape. She let her eyes drift to the other side of the room, let herself watch Enid and Thing as they got lost in casual chatter and gossip.

Wednesday hadn’t been paying attention until a certain name piqued her interest.

“Oh- Well- Ajax and I broke up- so yeah.” She stumbled over her words unable to completely form a sentence. Wednesday noticed thing signing an apology but only partly computed it, mind focused on what Enid had just said. Enid caught Wednesday’s eyes before they flickered back to the book she was reading.

“Willa? Something on your mind?” Enid asked, head tilting like a puppy’s. Fucking adorable.

She shrugged, and forced herself to say; “Surprised, that’s all,” without looking up because she knew if she did a compliment would be slipping from her lips in any of the languages she knew.

Enid’s attention turned back to Thing, seemingly happy with that answer. It only took a moment before she heard branches rustle against her window and her eyes snapped up to find Ichabod knocking against the glass. She placed her book down, sighing as she pushed herself up and made her way towards the window, pointedly ignoring Enid’s questioning glance.

Wednesday pushed the window open, Ichabod’s branch came up to pet her on the head, she let it before slipping out the window and onto a waiting branch.

“What’s the matter?” She asked the tree. His branches rustled in annoyance, and Wednesday resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She sat near his trunk. “How horrible. A sentient tree cares about me,” She was teasing him, and Ichabod knew it. They sat together in silence for a while, the breeze whipping Wednesday’s hair out of her face as she curled into Ichabod’s trunk. “Thank you,” She whispered under her breath.

She wasn’t sure how long had passed, but she stayed curled into Ichabod’s trunk, letting Gale ruffle her hair. She normally pretended a little more to hate it than she did at the moment, but for the moment she let herself have this because the black and soulless thing beating in her chest had no way to be what the girl inside needed.

Wednesday wasn’t stupid, she knew Enid liked her the same way but she also wasn’t emotional enough to blindly believe they could work. They had opposite personalities, opposite families, they were too unlike one another to work in anyway beyond a just more than roommate friendship. She wouldn’t admit it, but she’d thought it over, tossed the idea around her head more than once, considered if she might just bite the bullet and try it. The decision always came down to how dangerous her way of living was, she wasn’t ready to bring a bright, ball of sunshine in form of a werewolf into the darkness, to endanger her another time. Her eyes wandered towards the pink girl in her room, looking completely at peace, as she made that decision again.

Gale, despite her lack of a physical form, managed to almost tackle her. It was a teasing act, like she knew exactly why Wednesday’s eyes had drifted.

“Hush Gale. You too Ichabod.” She rolled her eyes. “I know I have a problem.” As if summoned, said problem knocked lightly on the window.

“You okay out here Nessie?” She called. Gale ruffled her hair before rushing to the lake, probably to bother K. Wednesday sighed, eyes flickering to the bundle of color at her window. Before Wednesday could reply Ichabod was grabbing Enid and placing her on the branch next to her. Enid yelped as he did, eyes widening in the way they always did when she was taken by surprise.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and lightly flicked the tree.

“Don’t give her a heart attack,” She was aware that her voice wasn’t completely flat. Enid stumbled as Ichabod put her down, hand finding Wednesday’s shoulder for balance before snapping back like it’d been burned as she lowered herself down next to Wednesday. “Sorry about Ichabod, he’s impulsive, especially for a tree.” Enid blinked.

“So this is Ichabod? Your mother mentioned him.” She smiled before adding, “She said something about him being friends with you?”

“I’m sure my mother would say that the spirits of this house are obsessed with me.” The tree groaned from next to them. “Hush Ichabod.”

“What’d he say?” Enid asked, eyes full of curiosity.

“That doesn’t matter.”

Enid rolled her eyes at that, the teasing glint Wednesday loved bright in her eyes as she said; “Sure it doesn’t.”

The glint dissipated as they locked eyes again. Her face turning serious.

“What’s on your mind, though?”

“Homicide.” She deadpanned.

“You know what I mean. Something is bothering you, something new.”

“Do you make it habit to read me like a book, Sinclair?”

“Aha! I’m right!” Enid knocked her shoulder lightly against Wednesday’s. She felt the spiders in her stomach surface from the way Enid just knew her boundaries, the way Enid just knew her. “Seriously though, you listened to me, let me listen to whatever is bothering you.”

Wednesday sighed, giving in to Enid, like she knew she was destined to do forever.

“There are two curses within the Addams family. The first is simply that a member of the Addams family can not be killed by another member of the Addams family,” She paused for a moment, thinking her next words over. “The second is one I swore I’d never fall victim to, yet, I believe I may have.”

“What’s the curse?”

“I.. am not ready to discuss that.”

“That’s okay. Can I do anything?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

Ichabod groaned at that and Wednesday rolled her eyes.

“Shut up. I said I’m not ready yet not that I won’t ever tell her. Plus,” She turned her eyes to Enid, “I’m sure my Father would love to explain the Addams family curse to you if you really need to know.”

“Would you prefer to tell me yourself? It seems kind of personal, to you, at least.”

“It is a more personal curse,” Wednesday said in way of answer. Enid raised an eyebrow, and for a fleeting moment Wednesday almost wanted to curse herself for ever letting the other girl this close.

Almost.

She ran a finger along Ichabod’s nearest branch, the bark bristled beneath her finger, like it wanted to capture her finger and hold it close forever.

“I would prefer to be the one to tell you, yes,” She paused to roll her eyes at the tree’s proud noise, “However, I can not promise it would be anytime soon.”

“That’s okay Wends, take however long you need,” Enid beamed. Her heart did the stupid dying-person-eye flutter again and the spiders began making a home in her stomach. Enid glanced at the window into the room, “I’m gonna go back in, you coming?”

“In a moment. I’m at the perfect spot to drop someone to their death and have a perfect view.”

“‘Course,” Enid said, before standing, she bit back her yelp this time as Ichabod grabbed her with a spare branch and brought her in front of the window sill.

—

When Wednesday finally decided she ought to go in and leave Ichabod to his rest, she found Enid reading the notebook of information on werewolves.

“It’s getting late,” Enid startled, something between a squeak and a yelp slipping from her mouth. “Will you want to sleep in here for the rest of your trip?”

“Am I allowed to?” Enid countered, recovering quickly. Wednesday just nodded. “Then, I guess I’ll stay, the other room is too loud, you know? Sensitive hearing and all.”

“I understand. I could probably get them to be quiet for a while, but not long enough.”

“Thanks for letting me stay in here.”

“Il piacere è mio, tesoro,” Wednesday muttered as Enid returned to reading. (My pleasure, darling)

Wednesday glanced at the clock on her wall before lolling her neck to the side in order to crack it.

“I won’t have Lurch retrieve your luggage tonight,” She decided out loud, turning to face Enid she added; “You’ll have to bring whatever you deem important for the night here.”

“Okay,” A pause then, “Wends, why’d you never tell anyone about the whole witch thing?”

“It didn’t seem important,” The ghost of a smile pulled at her lips, “Besides, I like the uncertainty and fear in the rumors about me.”

“Do you even know, like, one of them?”

“Sure,” Wednesday smirked. Enid’s cheeked colored and that was worth the admission. Wednesday’s smirk slipped and Enid managed to compose herself in that moment enough to raise an eyebrow and ask;

“What’s your favorite one?”

“Either that I see the world in black and white, or that I time traveled to this century.”

“I was tempted to believe both of those at one point,” Enid giggled.

Wednesday considered that as comfortable silence stretched between them. Enid’s face slipped and her eyes lingered on the ground. Something in Wednesday’s chest tightened.

“This one rumor started, after Crackstone, that you died. Some kid overheard Thornhill muttering about you coming back from the dead or something, I dunno, but then someone jumped on the idea saying something like the only reason you let me hug you was because you weren’t really you-” Enid stopped rambling and started to choke over her words then, and Wednesday, hopeless victim to the Addams curse she was, took that moment to sit down next to the girl and cut her off.

“Possession doesn’t work like that, especially not on me. Though I did consider that Goody may have messed with a few things, however, I came to the conclusion a while ago that she simply merged her spirit with me to heal me.”

“Wednesday,” Their eyes met. “Are you- did you.. like, actually die?”

“Almost. Crackstone stabbed me,” She shrugged.

“How can you just admit-” She waved her hands “-THAT so casually?” Enid squeaked. Thing tapped to begin signing but Wednesday just shooed him away.

“Enid,” She said, ignoring the hint of softness in her voice. “It’s not a new experience. It is the only time I’ve had to be healed by the spirit of my ancestor - but it is far from the only time I’ve been stabbed or almost died.”

Enid jumped up to round on Wednesday then, eyes blown wide and hands frantically weaving together. Wednesday read the emotions in her eyes like a book. Wednesday held Enid’s gaze, watching as the wolf tried to put the complaint that had been on the tip of her tongue together again.

“Yeah. Okay. Tracks.” She muttered before gesturing to the door. “I’m gonna go get my stuff.”

At the exact moment the door closed Thing scrambled back over.

“If you don’t tell her soon I’m going to tell her myself.”

“Give me a few days, at least,” Wednesday sighed. “Maybe even a decade.”

“Five days.”

“Está bien, tienes un trato.” Thing extended his hand and Wednesday shook it briefly. (Fine, you have a deal) If Thing had eyes Wednesday would bet money he was currently looking at her in the way her Mother did when the Addams family curse was brought up. “You really think she’d be okay with my way of living?” Her voice cracked over the question, and Thing patted her arm lightly before signing.

“You know she will be, let these few days prove it to you.”

Wednesday sighed again, shook her head to clear it and glanced at Thing to give him a nod. The shuffle of footsteps sounded in the hallway and before she’d really thought about it, Wednesday was at the door, holding it open for Enid as the girl waddled in with a single, obviously heavy bag. Enid muttered her thanks as she all but dropped the bag to the ground.

Once Wednesday had closed the door, and turned to Enid she once again had spiders crawling in her stomach. Enid had her head tilted, ever so slightly and she was studying Wednesday with a hint of something akin to hunger in her gaze.

Wednesday half expected the wolf to close the distance between then and either kiss her senseless or dig her canines into her neck. She wasn’t sure which she preferred.

Instead, Enid spoke.

“Why did you let me hug you then? At the Airport too.”

Wednesday shrugged, “You looked like you needed it.” And it wasn’t completely a lie, Enid had looked like she needed the hug, but when Wednesday was completely honest with herself, she had needed the hug too. She had needed to hold Enid in her arms, close to her, and to know she was there and breathing. She had taken comfort in the hug, in the way Enid’s arms had wrapped around her, in the way they’d both buried themselves into the other. At the Airport Enid had needed it again and Wednesday had simply wanted it.

Enid seemed unsatisfied with that answer but nodded anyway and turned her back to Wednesday.

An unsettling quiet enveloped them as the two girls took turns getting ready for bed, Wednesday had said she’d use the bathroom but that had been about the only words uttered between them.

Enid seemed pained and Wednesday longed to be brave enough to reach out and hold her. To tell her the truth, that Enid has her black heart heart beating in her chest for the first time, that Enid makes her feel in ways she thought she’d never want to feel. That she loves Enid the same way her Father loves her Mother, that she would never love another, that the Addams family curse may not really be a curse for her anymore, but more a blessing. Wednesday was many things but brave enough to voice her feelings to Enid she was not. Yet, at least, she allowed herself to think.

Enid broke their silence, glancing to Wednesday nervously to find her eyes already trained on her.

“Should I get blankets from the other room to make myself something on the floor?”

“No need, my bed’s big enough,” She watched as pink colored Enid’s cheeks before adding, “I can’t promise you won’t lose a limb if you touch me unexpectedly, though.”

“Of course.”

Enid tucked herself against the wall again, she was curled in on herself, however Wednesday could feel her lingering stare. She settled herself on the almost edge of the bed to give Enid as much room as possible.

Enid’s stare continued to linger,

“I can feel you staring,” She glanced to the girl beside her.

“Sorry.”

“Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

Enid blushes, “I- uh, nothing! Just looking!” The words stumbled over one another as she pushed them out faster than they were meant to be. Wednesday raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

—

Wednesday woke the next morning to branches rustling against her window and an unfamiliar warmth at her right side. Enid had managed to wiggle closer to her, almost pushed up against her side completely. Wednesday found she didn’t mind it. In fact, she quite liked the feeling.

Ichabod brushed the window lightly again and rolling her eyes, Wednesday slipped out of the bed. Instantly, she missed the feeling of Enid beside her but she shook it off to open the window. The tree bristled.

Approving noise made, Gale and Ichabod both let themselves into the room.

“Seriously?” She hissed. Ichabod just gave her a pat on the head but Gale messed with her hair until she was forced to let it out. “Yes, yes, I know what you think of my hair,” She moved to her wardrobe to get something to wear before slipping into the bathroom, trying to ignore the trailing spirits.

Most of the spirits stayed with Ichabod whenever she moved to the bathroom but a select few, such as Gale, forced their way in beside her in order to have a say on what she wore or how she styled herself. She changed, brushed herself down and then let her hair be brushed and fussed over by Gale and Eleanor, the spirit of a kind hearted nurse who had attached herself to Wednesday early on.

Thing clambered up a set of drawers,

“Your Mother would like you to bring Enid along as you look after the greenhouse today, as she will be gone until around lunch.” Wednesday nodded.

Chapter Text

Enid woke to the sound of the bathroom door opening followed by Wednesday sighing and the unmistakable pattering of Thing along the floor.

She cracked her eyes open, watching silently as Wednesday bickered quietly with someone she couldn’t see.

“I swear to Lilith, I will force your soul into a skull and hand it over to her should you even think to mention it again.” Wednesday pinched the bridge of her nose before turning herself to Enid. “Good Morning Amore,” She managed before Ichabod was grabbing her and pulling her to his trunk.

Enid looked dumbly at the space Wednesday had just occupied for a moment before scrambling up to check out the window. When she did, she found herself gaping.

Wednesday was balancing on a thin branch, arms crossed across her chest and she looked the most annoyed Enid had ever seen her. Yet, she looked gorgeous.

Her hair was out and flowing in the wind, one eyebrow raised slightly as her eyes stayed trained on a spot in the distance. There, where her eyes had rested was a figure flickering in and out of view.

A spirit, Enid assumed.

The tree, Ichabod, was groaning so loudly Enid could hear it from inside.

Enid rubbed her eyes, blinked, and tried to take the scene in front of her in again. She found herself just as confused as before. With a soft laugh, because really only Wednesday Addams could leave her so in awe and dumbfounded at the same time, Enid turned from the window and slipped herself into the bathroom, grabbing her small bag of toiletries on the way.

She splashed her face with water, shaking it off, one of her smaller werewolf habits she’d picked up since wolfing out. Her eyes fell to her scars in the mirror, tracing them with her fingers as she shuddered. She was damaged goods now. That’s what her mum had called her when she’d first seen them. Enid had tried desperately to explain they were proof she had done what her mother most wanted but it had fallen on deaf ears, like everything else she said. Enid had tried to cover them with makeup around her family. While she knew, somewhere deep in her gut, that the Addamses thought differently of scars, saw them as proof of victories and strength, something eerily like her mother’s voice was whispering in her ears. And what could she do but cave to that voice? After all, She was Enid Sinclair, desperate for her mother’s approval and attention.

Enid straightened in front of the mirror, admired her cheek now that the scars were almost invisible under makeup. She could admit, that like this, they looked pretty cool. As she made it back into Wednesday’s room the girl was inside again, hair braided perfectly like it hadn’t been out last she’d seen her. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Enid was stuffing her toiletries back in her bag. When she stood again she jumped a little.

Somehow, in the sort amount of time her eyes had been off the Addams girl, she had managed to stand and silently move deliberately to stand in Enid’s space but out of her eye shot when she wasn’t fully standing. She was studying Enid closely and a shiver ran down her spine. She watched as the girl silently cocked her head, stepped back and let her rigid body relax slightly.

“Get changed, Mother has instructed I look after her plants,” Wednesday said. “She requested I let you join me.”

“O-Okay..?” Enid stepped towards the door and dumbly, added “I left my bag in the other room, so yeah.” As if stating her intention aloud would make the situation less confusing.

The spirits in the room she had been assigned were quiet when she entered, quiet enough for her sensitive hearing to pick up Wednesday’s mumbled voice through the wall. It was impossible to make out most of what she was saying but Enid swore she heard her name, she shook it away, focused on changing because she refused to listen to that voice in her head that was telling her exactly what she wanted to hear.

She easily picked a floral dress and complimentary stockings, then feeling a chill hit her arms, fished a jacket from her luggage to slip into. She smiled, giving a twirl in front of the ornate floor mirror, deeming it presentable enough she walked back to Wednesday’s room.

Enid took a step to the side as Wednesday opened her door. Her eyes lingered a little before, without a word, she was stalking towards the staircase.

“We’ll grab something for you to eat as we pass the kitchen. Mother’s plants are too temperamental to be kept waiting.” Enid brushed her questions away and simply hummed in acknowledgment.

Wednesday glanced back to Enid as they made it to the kitchen,

“Give me a moment,” She said, slipping away and into the kitchen’s shadows. She seemed to be able to blend into the shadows, it was something Enid had noticed at Nevermore, but something even more prominent now that she was in the Addams’ home.

The shadows unfurled from Wednesday a few moments later, as she stepped into the same room as Enid, she extended a bowl to Enid before slipping wordlessly back out the door and towards the green house. Enid scrambled to keep up, barely paying attention to what was in the bowl she had been handed.

After a few twists and turns past rooms Enid was sure Wednesday hadn’t pointed out the day before Wednesday finally stopped and glanced behind her in front of a set of double doors that reached close to the roof. Wednesday pushed them open and Enid had to blink rapidly to adjust to the light pouring in through the now exposed windows of the green house. She managed to barely register Wednesday holding the doors open for her as she squinted into the early morning light.

The sun glared off the dew outside and flickered through the windows like a dance. The windows had shelves over planters lining all of the walls Enid could see. In the middle of the room was a round table with a crystal ball on top, bits and pieces of gardening equipment littered across the table in a way that looked so effortlessly organised. The plants themselves were lively and bright. Colourful roses, lilies, peonies, and even tulips thrived in some of the pots while others held darker coloured plants or bushes. Enid wasn’t very good with flowers other than the common ones like roses and tulips but still, she found herself mesmerised. Wednesday spoke up from beside her for the first time.

“Sit,” She instructed. “Stare while you eat.”

Wednesday trailed her as she wandered towards the table, occasionally glancing up to the ceiling to trace the flowering vines that danced together across the walls and ceiling, some even hanging down like they wished to touch the ground. She sat at the table, eyes now following Wednesday as she came around the other side of the table. Hands out, eyes closed, and brows furrowed, she reached for the crystal ball and cupped it gently within her hands, humming something low and ancient sounding.

The floor creaked and the crystal ball lit up, sparks dancing around Wednesday’s slender fingers and Wednesday smirked, ever so slightly, as a click echoed across the walls. Removing her hands from the crystal ball she opened her eyes, briefly locked them with Enid, turned and stepped towards the newly visible trap door. She squatted in front of it, holding the handle delicately before shoving it so it stayed open on it’s own. Enid blinked owlishly as Wednesday looked up to her.

“I’ll be a moment, you start eating.” She nodded to the bowl in front of Enid and that broke Enid from whatever trance she’d been in and her attention flickered to the bowl in front of her, finally focusing on what was in it.

She ran her teeth over her lips for a moment. It was a smallish cut of the meat from last night, purposely pushed to the side so it didn’t touch the fruits on the other side. A sheet of paper towel was even rolled between the two foods. Enid smiled, a giddy feeling rose in her as her heart skipped a beat. A thought bubbled to life inside her again but she shoved it away. Refused to entertain it.

There was absolutely no way Wednesday liked her. Enid knew Wednesday was fond of her and, to some extent, enjoyed her company. She knew they were close only because she knew the ways Wednesday interacted with others was different to the ways she interacted with her. The thought roared to life inside her again and Enid worked to ignore it by starting to eat.

Occasionally, she’d glance to the trapdoor that was still propped open, revealing a staircase into darkness, some part of her itched to go down, into the darkness, to Wednesday. Yet, another, probably more logical part feared the darkness beyond the steps.

Several minutes later, Wednesday emerged from the darkness, the trapdoor almost automatically closing behind her, without a word she moved back to the crystal ball, humming that same tune under her breath as the trapdoor changed to the stones of the floor. Wednesday’s gaze flickered over Enid, the hairs on her neck stood up.

“What’s down there?” Enid managed to keep her voice steady but Wednesday raised an eyebrow like she’d seen right through her anyway.

“Most of the poisonous plants.” Her eyes landed on a spot behind Enid, “There is some belladonna up here that I need to collect, though.”

Wednesday weaved through the greenhouse easily, grabbing a basket mid stride and stopping in front of the belladonna bush to admire it for the briefest moment before plucking the berries carefully from the flowers and letting them fall into the basket.

“What’re you collecting deadly nightshade for?”

“Tea, food, Mother’s spells, my spells, it has a lot of uses.”

“I didn’t think belladonna could be edible?”

“It’s an Addams thing. We’re immune to most natural poisons and toxins,” Wednesday shrugged as she turned, “Oh, while we’re on the topic, you should stay out of the basement if I open it again. Mother has wolf’s bane down there.” Enid almost fell off her chair.

“Wha- Why?” Wednesday raised and eyebrow and turned back to the belladonna plant.

Wednesday moved back to the table Enid was seated at, placing the basket in front of her, holding her eyes for a moment before annoyance crept into her eyes and she was whipping around.

“I know, I know, let me get the watering can and you all can be left alone,” She made a gesture mostly blocked from Enid’s view before reaching onto the table, back still turned, and grabbing the watering can. Enid let silence fall over them as Wednesday moved swiftly around the room, watering can in hand and spending what Enid assumed was the perfect amount of time with each plant.

When Wednesday had stopped in front of her again it was to swap the watering can for the basket and nod towards the door. She pushed the doors open and paused to glance back.

“Come one, before one of them tries to rip your hair out.” That was all it took, Enid was at the door in an instant.

With the last few days rolling through her head, Enid followed Wednesday mainly on instinct, by the time Wednesday stopped in the kitchen she had questions on the tip of her tongue. She watched, waited, as Wednesday passed the basket of belladonna berries to a spirit. Once the spirit had turned Enid spoke.

“Wends,” The girl turned to meet her eyes, “Your mum mentioned, last night, that you’d be able to help me connect with my wolf, and I was reading the notebook, you know…” She trailed off for a moment, words seeming to escape her.

Wednesday cut in, “Yes, Caro, I can assist you in working on your bond.”

“I-” Enid blushed.

“Wait in my room, once I have my tea I’ll join you and we can work it out.”

“Okay! Thanks Nes!”

Enid all but fled up the stairs. She dropped herself on Wednesday’s bed when she made it in, her mind reeling. She was so fucked. This whole wolf bond thing, Morticia had warned her, could very easily turn intimate. Wednesday was going to be the death of Enid. The girl had basically read her mind, immediately agreed to it, and Enid knew she knew what it could mean. It had been on a page in that notebook. Wednesday had done her research on werewolves and Enid knew she was fucked if she couldn’t keep her shit together. She would read right through her.

A moment later, the door pushed open and Wednesday slipped inside. With practiced ease she placed herself on the end of the bed, brought her legs up underneath her, and held her mug in both hands, while studying Enid.

“What tea do you have?”

“Belladonna and cinnamon.” Wednesday raised an eyebrow, cocked her head to the side and if Enid wasn’t sitting before she would be now because what the fuck Wednesday. “How much of the notebook did you read?”

“Not much,” Enid confessed, keeping the part where her thoughts had been consumed by Wednesday tucked closer to her heart. “I mainly wanted to understand why I’m struggling to wolf out again, your mum and the book helped answer that, so, thanks.” Wednesday hummed quietly, taking a sip of her tea.

“The conditions that need to be met for a young wolf to properly connect with their wolf or for a young wolf to wolf-out are similar, did you read about those?” Enid shook her head. “For you to wolf out you either need to be in immediate danger or a safer set of conditions. Most wolves who can just wolf-out the second they hit a certain age are weaker or just male, there’s some need for dominance in males, they all need to outdo the other.”

Wednesday held Enid’s gaze silently for a moment as if studying her and seeing beyond her.

“Especially because the first time you wolfed out was due to immediate danger and under a blood moon; you need to be in a safe environment. Otherwise your wolf will believe she should only appear in danger, any danger, at any time.”

“So if I did something stupid and got myself in danger, I’d probably wolf out?”

“Not what I wanted your conclusion to be, but essentially. What we need to do is give you a place where you can connect with your wolf, let your wolf know she’s welcome. From what I can gather of your wolf, she’s able to show herself under any type of moon and will be impossible to keep at bay, and at her most powerful, under a full moon or blood moon once the connection is established.”

“So how do we establish this.. connection?”

“The safest way is meditating under moonlight,” Wednesday stood from the bed, dropped herself in her desk chair and simply said, “We can begin tonight. If you wish.”

Enid lost herself in Wednesday’s words as the familiar sound of the goth girl’s typewriter accompanied her thoughts. They were silent, Enid respecting Wednesday’s writing time, enjoying it even, the typewriter had become comforting at some point during being room mates.

—

Enid was startled when abruptly the typewriter’s noises stopped dancing through the room and were instead replaced with the sudden noise of Wednesday’s chair being pushed back and the doors being forced open. Enid’s eyes followed the girl stalking away, towards the front door, bewildered, the wolf followed.

Wednesday was already down the stairs by the time Enid finally decided to call out.

“Willa! Where are you going so suddenly? Did something happen?” Wednesday paused, flicking back around like she’d not taken notice of Enid following.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” She said, eyes flickering back to the door. She was somehow both rigid and relaxed at once, something Enid had never seen on the girl but identified anyway.

Although obviously impatient, Wednesday waited at the bottom of the stairs for Enid before grabbing hold of her jacket and all but dragging her along behind her. The front doors opened at the same moment Wednesday and Enid stopped in front of them. In the doorway was Mrs Addams, arm entangled with a mysterious but no doubt related woman. Her hair was unruly, thin and pure white, she almost looked like a stereotypical witch.

“My raven! I was just about to call you.”

“Nieta, ¡mírate! ¡Eres tan asesina!” (Granddaughter, look at you! So murderous!) The older woman untangled herself from Morticia to clap her hands together before reaching out to hold one of Wednesday’s braids in her hand, face lit up. Wednesday seemed to lean into the touch, a smile pulling at her lips.

“Grandmama, what a fright.” As if linked, all eyes flicked to Enid for a moment.

“¡Oh! ¿Es ella? ¿Tu loba? ¡Es preciosa!” (Oh! Is this her? Your wolf? She’s gorgeous!)

“No lo entiendes, aún no la he cortejado..” (You misunderstand. I haven’t courted her yet.)

“But you plan to?” Her mother asked.

“Sì, Madre.” Mortica’s face broke out into a proud smile and she leaned over, hovered above Wednesday’s head and kissed the air there before slipping away to find Mr Addams.

Enid watched as Wednesday accepted a gift or two from her Grandmama before she found herself being dragged into the conversation.

“Grandmama, Enid Sinclair,” Wednesday introduced, “Enid, Grandmama Addams.”

“Lovely to meet you!” Enid beamed.

“The pleasure is all mine, nieta política!” Wednesday tried to open her mouth but Grandmama was linking her arm with Enid’s and leading her through the halls as if she owned the place. “Encuéntranos afuera, querido,” (Meet us outside, dear.) She called over her shoulder.

—

It felt like hours later that Wednesday and her mother emerged in the backyard.

“Nessie! Mrs Addams!” She called, waving enthusiastically. The second Wednesday was in front of them Grandmama was stealing her away and further into the yard. Enid watched as Wednesday fell into her element. Spirits surrounding her and Grandmama, as a smile crept up her lips.

From next to her, Morticia spoke, startling Enid back into reality.

“You know, there’s only one other time I’ve seen Wednesday so genuinely happy as she is now. With Grandmama and the spirits.” For a second, her eyes moved from her daughter to Enid, something pleased glittering in them. “When she’s with you.” Enid felt herself blush furiously and Morticia just chuckled.

Enid tried to focus back on Wednesday, on watching the girl lose herself in her actions, but the Morticia’s words kept turning over in her head. A warm hand rests on Enid’s shoulder.

“She loves like an Addams,” Morticia smiles, “She doesn’t struggle to feel or identify emotions, rather she struggles to know what to do with them or how to react to them.”

Morticia slips away as something in Enid’s head clicks into place, as she finally lets herself entertain that thought. Maybe Wednesday Addams didn’t have to be the death of Enid Sinclair.