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Wednesday Addams was used to all manner of pleasantly unpleasant feelings. Rage and vindictiveness, anger, vengefulness, some rare bouts of pettiness, the desire to kill anyone who offended her, the desire to skin alive anyone who looked at Enid the wrong way, all of these and many other similar feelings were familiar to Wednesday.
But this feeling, this growing distaste and anger and something else that she couldn’t quite put her finger on as she stared down at the atrocity in her bed, was something else entirely.
“She has gone entirely too far, Thing,” Wednesday growls, her ever present companion tapping out something that, for once, her mind doesn’t even bother translating. She was too focused and too angry. “Does she think of me as a child?”
Sitting right in the center of her bed, with a disgustingly pink Post-It note attached, was a colorful unicorn plush toy. Something that would be entirely at home on her roommate’s side of the room, but was horrendously out of place in her pleasantly monochrome side.
“She’d better have a good explanation for this,” Wednesday mutters, already envisioning ways to make Enid pay for this grievous offense. She could…well she could…shoot, there wasn’t much she actually wanted to do to hurt her roommate actually. Maybe scare her?
It was only then, as her thoughts trailed off, that she realized Thing was tapping out a message. Sighing, Wednesday listens and reaches out to grab the note to read it. Normally she’d respect the succinctness of the message if it weren’t for how angry the content makes her.
’Be back in two days, Wends. It’s nothing dangerous. Mister Sparkles is just there in case you miss me. I’ll miss you. - Enid :-)’
“Just in case I miss her?” Wednesday says and has to resist the rare urge to laugh. She would not let this make her laugh, this ridiculous teasing that Enid had done. Just in case she missed her she could…what, hug a plush toy? She wasn’t five, even when she was she had more dignity than that.
“What do you think, Thing? Should I rip this thing open and put its stuffing in her pillow?” Wednesday muses, approaching the offending Mr. Sparkles and lifting it up slightly. “Rip off its head and leave it on her bed?” Thing taps out a response and Wednesday’s glare turns to him then.
“I have to do something. An offense like this cannot stand unopposed, she would think I actually needed the abomination.” Thing taps out another response and Wednesday’s glare turns more heated. “Suggest such a thing again and I’ll get my nail clippers.” Thing skitters away, having the self preservation to know when he’d gone too far with Wednesday.
“Now then,” Wednesday’s hand closes around the Unicorn’s head, ready to rip and tear, but she pauses. A flash of an image through her mind: Enid’s unhappy face. She could torture and be cruel, it brought her great pleasure, but Wednesday disliked seeing Enid unhappy. She had no idea why, she’d never felt that way about anyone before, but she disliked seeing her unhappy.
And seeing one of her ridiculous plush toys destroyed would probably make her unhappy. And would make her unhappy at Wednesday. A situation that was entirely unideal for the Raven. She liked seeing misery, but she didn’t want Enid to be unhappy with her. Besides, despite the insult, she may have meant well with this offense.
Wednesday had learned that Enid normally meant well with her, even with her disgusting color and gestures. It was just not what she herself would consider pleasant. Sighing, and with her rage slightly quelled, she tosses the toy onto the werewolf’s bed and makes her way over to her typewriter.
Without her roommate here, she could actually work without listening to whatever ear-bleedingly awful music she liked. The thought would almost make her smile.
It was shaping up to be a simply dreadful day for the Addams girl.
—
Wednesday’s day goes horribly pleasant. She gets to write without interruption, she doesn’t have to sneak out of her room to handle investigations without Enid’s insulting worries, she was horrifically, pleasantly alone. Just like she’d always wanted.
And at the end of the day, she gets to go to sleep without needing to tell her to turn off her music or worry about her having nightmares or snoring too loudly. She normally enjoyed nightmares, but not when they kept her from her sleep.
So Wednesday lays down, crosses her arms, shuts her eyes…and doesn’t fall asleep. Not immediately like she normally could, and not even after a few minutes to try and calm her thoughts as much as she could. Frowning slightly more deeply, she shifts and turns.
Maybe the part of her mattress she normally slept on was getting worn out. That would be unfortunate. Or maybe her sleeping preference had somehow changed magically. But this new position does nothing. So she turns again. And then again. And again. And still nothing.
She opens her eyes then and finds herself staring right across the room at that atrociously colorful unicorn toy. “No.” Wednesday mutters, and feels even more ridiculous when she does. This was a toy, why was she talking to it? Rolling over, she tries to sleep again but finds it not forthcoming. Rolling back over, she looks at the toy again and growls.
“No.” She repeats, a bit more force behind her tone now. She must be cursed, or ill, or there must be some poison she’s not immune to. Those are the only explanations. And when she found out who had done this to her, she would make them pay.
But that does not solve the issue at hand. She could not sleep, and she wanted to sleep. She could stay awake for days in a row if she needed to, but she did not want to. And the inability to sleep just made her want to sleep more.
It was quiet, it was dark, she’d had a dreadfully pleasing day, so why couldn’t she sleep?
It was because it was quiet. For the first fifteen years of her life, and this past summer, there was always something happening in her mansion. And at Nevermore Academy, Enid’s soft snores helped her sleep. Did she really depend on sound to sleep?
Had Enid left such a mark that even her presence helped her sleep? Ridiculous. It was so ridiculous. But if she was ridiculous already…
…Wednesday sighs and, with a look down, she crawls out of bed and across the room, grabbing the toy and holding it up.
“If you tell anyone, your stuffing will never be seen again.” Wednesday feels ridiculous and childish threatening a plush toy, but she feels even more so as she hugs it close to her and sniffs it.
It…it smelled like Enid. Wednesday hadn’t even been aware that her roommate had a distinctive scent, but holding this toy close and realizing the unnatural lack of it that had been in their room, she realizes she did. She wasn’t even sure what it was while sniffing it, but it was pleasant. It was so pleasant that a whine forms in the back of her throat, one Wednesday stifles with growing, unpleasant horror.
“Oh Enid, what have you done to me?” Wednesday whispers to the toy and the dark room, climbing back into bed and holding it. Why did this bring her so much comfort? She had gone fifteen years without knowing her and then summers spent without her as well. Why could she not last two days?
Now, the Addams happened to be a very smart woman. She knew plenty about a wide variety of topics. History, geography, literature, torture, murder, mystery investigation, she knew a lot. And, despite her reluctance to feel them, she knew about emotions too. She knew about her family’s curse.
The Raven had been convinced the curse skipped her, that she’d been spared from it. She’d been convinced she was stronger and wouldn’t be like her mother or father, that she wouldn’t fall perils to the weaknesses of love and dependency. But this, it felt a lot like what they described.
That even two days without Enid felt suddenly treacherous and torturous. And not a good kind of torture or pain either, the kinds she enjoyed very often. This felt bad, like something she didn’t want to bear, let alone something she wouldn’t enjoy.
Sighing, Wednesday holds the toy close. She would figure this out in the morning, if this didn’t turn out to be due to exhaustion and delusion. Everything would be fine and she would get everything back under her control.
Finally falling asleep, Wednesday’s nightmares do not bring her as much comfort as they normally do.
—
The next day might be the most miserable Wednesday has ever experienced. Worse than when she has been murdered or nearly so. Worse than when Nero died. Worse than when Enid had been her most hurt. And normally such a thing would be intriguing to Wednesday, it leaves her feeling awful.
She misses Enid. Misses the wolf to a depth she hadn’t known possible. She’d never felt her emotions dependent on someone else like this before, never wanted that either. Never felt it possible for her. And yet, even without her in their room, Wednesday felt her presence changing everything.
She could feel the spaces where Enid should be empty. She missed her, missed her stupidly bright smiles, her atrociously colorful wardrobe and hair, her laugh, her overly bright blue eyes, how warm she was. She missed her, and it had only been a day. One stupid, horrible day and she felt herself desperate for her roommate’s return.
Unlike the prior day, Wednesday gets nothing done. The last day had been a Sunday, today was a Monday, meaning she should be in class. However, she called in sick, she couldn’t show up like this. She couldn’t show up feeling like she would explode if she didn’t see Enid soon, couldn’t look into her eyes.
She didn’t like touch, never willingly let anyone do so, but she remembered their one hug and found herself wishing she’d done it more. Wednesday felt broken, ruined in a way she’d never felt before, and it was all her fault. That stupid family curse had ruined her.
Before bed that night, she found Enid’s least colorful sweater and put it on. It was way too big and still too colorful for her, but at least it wouldn’t melt her skin off and it smelled even more like her than her toys. It was warm too, so if she shut her eyes tightly enough; she could almost imagine it was her.
Seeing her like that, Thing tapped out a message teasing her about the curse. Wednesday barely had it in her to threaten him for it.
Instead, come bed time, she just curls up in her borrowed sweater with the ridiculous, borrowed toy, and sighs. Tomorrow she’d be back, and Wednesday was certain that seeing the wolf would, one way or the other, cure her of this affliction.
—
After waking up, Wednesday spends the whole day just watching the door. She’d called in sick again, not about to show herself like this in public or miss Enid’s return. So instead she, reluctantly, changes out of the sweater and returns the toy to her roommate’s bed. She wasn’t going to give her any teasing material. But after that, she just sits in her bed and watches the door.
The seconds feel like the hours and the hours feel like years, but, well after night has fallen, she finally hears a click and in she steps. And Wednesday has to immediately kill a whine in the back of her throat, seeing Enid again felt like solving a case, the joy after stabbing someone, the eagerness as she went on a hunt, but increased greatly.
“I’m back,” Enid calls out lightly, and it’s all Wednesday can do to not rush out of bed. She wasn’t about to embarrass herself because of this curse. She had more willpower than that, more control over her emotions.
“I’d hardly noticed you were gone,” Wednesday lies back, smoothly and in a tone that she could barely keep stable and emotionless. “Although the absence of the usual racket you call music was a nice clue. I haven’t gotten so much work done since arriving here.”
“I missed you too, Wends,” Enid says simply, and the Raven wondered how exactly the wolf could read her so well. When exactly she had let her in to knowing that her usual insults towards her were masking something? When did she become so known by the blonde. “Did Mr. Sparkles help you make it through?” She was so teasing and smug about it, while Wednesday scoffs.
“He would’ve only been helpful in practicing dissecting the real deal,” Wednesday responds, willing away a slight pink that wants to rise to her cheeks. “It would’ve been a waste of my time though.”
“Of course it would’ve been,” Enid says, clearly in disbelief. And Wednesday thinks, despite this, she may have made it through her return without embarrassing herself due to how much this curse has affected her. But seeing her turn to step into the bathroom, either to get changed or shower use it or something else, Wednesday feels it may be unbearable to spend a single second without seeing her.
So, before her mind could even process what her body was doing, she was out of her bed and had grabbed Enid, turning her around before wrapping around her as tightly as she could.
“Wednesday!” Enid exclaims, startled, and then she was laughing and it made Wednesday feel lighter. “Wends?” She asks, softly as she wraps her arms around her lightly. And Wednesday couldn’t help but whimper lightly at the taller woman’s hold.
“Tighter,” She mutters, and Enid listens, grabbing her more strongly. And the Raven was extremely familiar with torture and pain, having inflicted it on many and had it inflicted on her. And the sensation brought her great pleasure. But this might be the greatest pain imaginable.
Every where Enid was touching felt like an explosion of heat and pain. Every single place felt like all her nerve endings were sending every single signal to her brain imaginable and reacting like it. Every place her touch was felt so, so pleasantly burning. Wednesday adored this feeling, she wanted to feel this feeling 24/7.
“Uh, Wends?” Enid starts, trying to pull away but Wednesday just grabs on tighter. She’d never imagined herself as clingy, but she did not want to let go of her soulmate. This curse had irrecoverably changed her. She may be okay with that if only Enid knew.
“No. Stay.” Wednesday mutters, and Enid was giggling again. Wednesday found she may not care if she was going soft if it made Enid giggle like that and smile like she was sure she was. With her brilliant blue eyes shining like she was sure they were.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Enid says, and Wednesday smiles at that. Actually smiles. Her father had been right, this curse was strong and irresistible. “But I need to pee. I promise Wends, I’ll be right back.”
Reluctantly, Wednesday releases her grasp and takes a seat on her bed, missing the exciting, burning and pleasant feeling almost instantly. She sighs, and Thing skitters by, tapping something that makes her scowl.
“Tell anyone, and you lose a finger,” She threatens, and he takes the hint to stop. And soon after, but not soon enough, Enid was back, smiling down at her as Wednesday is finally able to take her in instead of feeling like she was in a haze. Her eyes were as bright as ever, her face as beautiful, and she looked as pleasant as ever. She never thought things with such connotations would mean something enjoyable to her, but they did when it was Enid.
“So, not that I mind, but was that?” Enid asks, taking a seat next to her and, hesitating, puts a hand on her leg. Wednesday quickly puts her own hand on top of Enid’s then, who smiles a bit wider.
“I missed you, mia lupa,” the Raven says simply, clearly surprising Enid who flushes pink at that. And while Wednesday hated color, claimed to be allergic to it, especially bright pink like Enid favored, she found she liked that shade.
“You must have missed me a lot,” Enid manages to say, stumbling over her words a bit. Normally Wednesday would see that as weakness, detestable, exploitable weakness, she found it almost cute. “It was only two days.”
“It felt like years,” Wednesday says softly. She wasn’t going to try and lie and hide this. She couldn’t, not after that outburst that had her holding onto Enid like her very being depended on it.
“Did something happen?” Enid asks then, now sounding concerned and Wednesday understood it. She understood that if Enid started acting the opposite of herself, she would be concerned.
“I finally realized how much of a mark you’ve left on me,” the shorter woman responds, face still neutral despite her words being anything but.
“I missed you too, Wends. It was only a couple days, but it still felt wrong waking up without you there.” Wednesday has to fight to keep a blush down at that, but she couldn’t stop looking at her wolf. “Does this mean I can hug you more now?” She asks then, tone changed to something much more light and teasing.
“That would be acceptable,” Wednesday says, trying to keep the eagerness and excitement out of her tone. She wanted that, wanted it so badly she didn’t know how she hadn’t before. For someone so smart, it was proof of clear gaps in her extensive knowledge that she hadn’t noticed how much she genuinely liked Enid before now.
Enid, in response, squeals and throws her arms around her, immediately tight this time and Wednesday reciprocates, slowly lying down as she does. She was so warm, the feeling was so good. She didn’t know why she’d refused Enid’s attempts to let this happen before.
“If it’s ever not alright, let me know, okay? I don’t want to push your boundaries,” Enid says, and Wednesday feels such a surge of affection that it’s all she can do to not kiss her this instant. No, she wouldn’t rush into this yet, despite some part of her, the cursed part, demanding it.
She wouldn’t rush into a relationship, she would give Enid the wooing and the courting she deserved. No matter how ridiculous it seemed, Wednesday would make sure she got what she deserved.
“Can you—stay tonight?” Wednesday asks slowly, still wrapped up in her wolf’s arms and resisting her urges to whine at how pleasant it felt just to be held by and touched by her.
“You want to…to…sleep in the same bed?” Enid stutters, flushing and Wednesday nods. “You want to cuddle with me?” She asks, her blush deepening as Wednesday nods again.
“Don’t make me actually say it. These urges are so opposite of what I normally like, but I don’t think I’ll get any kind of sleep without you right here.” Enid goes wide eyed at that, clearly stunned.
“Are you sure you’re actually Wednesday Addams?” She asks, giggling and Wednesday can’t help but smirk slightly at the joke.
“The one and only,” Wednesday says, sighing happily as she just cuddles closer to her wolf, the warmth was so pleasant to her. Like a fire being run over her skin but somehow better. “I’d warn you not to tell anyone, but I doubt a person would believe you.”
“I’d get checked into a psyche ward,” She echos while still giggling in a way that was only slightly less musical than her cello. “Wednesday Addams, secret cuddler.”
Wednesday finds herself drifting off even more usually than she normally did to the sound of Enid’s giggling. And while she was normally comforted by her nightmares, she found that this, sleeping cuddled up with her wolf and without any, was the best she’d ever gotten.