Wednesday Addams.
Love is an equivalence to the greatest human weakness. For the Addamses, it's a curse, literally.
Fortunately, Wednesday Addams has dodged the curse for a long time, she hasn't fallen in love with anyone and she's happy about it.
No one is within her reach. If they do not serve as friends, less as potential lovers. Xavier Thorpe is an example, a manipulative and nymphomaniac boy who wanted to take her to bed, he ended up being found guilty of various sexual harassment and abuse. Wednesday can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that she was able to stop the chain of more manipulated victims.
Since then, Wednesday has kept her distance from boys, although she isn't attracted to them as she is to women, she doesn't believe that everyone is the same, she only does it for safety.
Nobody's what they seem, right?
Now.
There's one person Wednesday Addams couldn't avoid.
Enid Sinclair.
Oh, bless Lucifer, how many feeble love fantasies she's had since she first saw Enid transform. That blood moon night is a precious memory for her.
If only those navy blue eyes, which draw an eternity, which trace longing dreams, which represent the bottom of an ocean, the look of the predator by nature, the blue of the…
Oh, oh.
Wednesday Addams is in love.
And what will she do about it? Easy, she thought, to let herself die. Although the idea is terribly tempting, Viper de La Muerte is still in the works in her trilogy and will not allow herself to leave this grim world without giving her novel a poetically macabre ending.
And because it's in his blood, he can't help it any longer.
Thus begins the plan "Captiving Enid Sinclair and waiting for her to catch some courtship phrase."
Day 1: Stare.
According to results from the web called Google, it says that eye contact helps increase romantic interest.
Now, look, Wednesday doesn't usually use technology for topics… so as not to contradict her opinion on the matter. So, as you can tell, she's desperate (damn her blood. If she already hates being Morticia Addams' daughter, having a curse makes it worse) and honestly, she has no friends who can help her do proper courtship (¿ Eugene? He's got the bees for a reason. Bianca? Next. Enid? That's the one she's courting! Pugsley? He doesn't even have a social life. Her parents? Next, again), that leaves the good old internet at her hands.
The routine begins as always, she getting up three hours before Enid, already doing her morning and having time to advance her novel.
There's one small change, a very, very small one that both Wednesday and Enid would notice. Wednesday stares at Enid for a long time.
Instead of writing, she stares like Enid's the most amazing specimen, ready to be stuffed and have her heart adorned.
Thing turns repeatedly on his wrist, a question silently welling up from him. His familiar usually attentive to his movements, she does not respond
…because she just stares at Enid with bright eyes, like she's planning some mildly moral murder. Thing distinguishes that brightness, shaking his fingers.
The three hours passes and the first thing Enid sees when she wakes up is a Wednesday sitting in her writing chair... staring at her (no need to add the without blinking, because we all know the answer).
Take a surprise jump. For the morning routine of the five school days, there is never usually that much interest from Addams, who would only look at her twice: when she wakes her up (sometimes she doesn't) and when she waits for her to go to class (sometimes she doesn't).
It's not strange at all, is it? It's just Wednesday being… Addams.
“Good morning to you too, Wednesday,” she greets, pretending she wasn't about to panic literally a minute ago.
Wednesday, as always, does not correspond.
“How did you spend your night? I hope terrifying. I'd love to hear about your nightmares,” Enid continues without missing a beat, getting up energetically from the bed.
Wednesday, again, falls silent. A little weird already.
"What torture are you exercising?" Enid then frowns, "Do you hate me that much?" She adds, cocking her head like a lost puppy.
“I told you, I don't hate you,” Wednesday snorts finally, standing up with extreme grace from her chair. “I mean, sometimes, like today, I just want to kill you. But in the normal way,” she confesses, feeling a blush creep up her flat face.
Enid blinks, totally surprised.
If she remembers correctly, they've been through this before and it's assumed that because they're best friends, closer, Wednesday wouldn't threaten her.
She goes through the will, trying to find a more coherent meaning, but her newly awakened brain can only tell her it's Wednesday, there's no backing on her unusually early threat.
"Hold up," then she says, a little sweaty, "The normal way?" she questions her, slipping subtly into the bathroom.
"Yes" affirms the black-haired girl without stopping staring at her "the normal way" she repeats with more confidence, more firmly in her word.
Enid swallows nervously and nods, only to ease the tension in her shoulders. “Ok, ok, cool, cool.” And she's extremely grateful to have werewolf speed, running to the bathroom to lock herself to overthink.
Wednesday continues her walk with uncertainty. It's the best compliment that has occurred to her as a first day, maybe she should be more direct?
Nodding in her solitude, she begins to pack up her textbooks for today.
There's still a lot to do.
Day 2: Courtship gift.
There seem to be a number of ways to imply that Wednesday is courting Enid in werewolf culture.
She has researched even the first record of courtship between wolves in history, and despite knowing that Enid may be out of date with the history of her race, Wednesday goes the long way to make it modern.
“Something with my smell,” she repeats mumbling, looking at her typewriter to avoid scratching the colorful oversized sweater she bought especially for her roommate, aka the reason she would die of love, both rejected and reciprocated.
Since she doesn't have the werewolf's scent glands, Google said something about using it for a long time to impregnate her scent, which would be picked up by vampires and other werewolves.
Thing is resting on Enid's bed, tired from Wednesday's tossing and turning in getting a suitable present. She tried on different clothes, touched various gems, looked at various accessories and definitely went all over Jericho to get this sweater.
Wednesday hates it, but she knows that Enid will love it.
If not, it would really be a waste of time to have been sitting in this nauseatingly colored cloth to be turned down. If she's not misunderstanding, by this step Enid should have an idea of what's going on.
Today Wednesday would be either rejected or reciprocated.
She's definitely not nervous, she's an Addams, she doesn't need love, she just wants to know if she's going to die young or not.
Counting her days can stick to her morning routine. If she's already made significant changes, Enid probably won't mind.
And speaking of the devil. Enid Sinclair opens and closes the door with her usual exhilaration, bouncing up to her bed.
“Enid” interrupts Wednesday, taking her time getting to her feet. "I've been waiting for you, I have a gift for you," she announces without looking at her.
Enid spins on her heel, still wearing her blinding smile. "Oh Wends! It wasn't necessary to!" She squeals, looking at her expectantly.
Wednesday then begins to carefully remove the pink sweater, feeling relief as her lungs are able to inhale oxygen again. "Here" she extends the garment still not having eye contact.
"Thank you, Wends!" and Enid grabs it, not stopping to inspect it. She knows it's just a sweater, what else can she do with it if she's not wearing it? She follows with her hopping, heading to her closet to put it away. "It's so cute!" she continues to say thanks, unaware of Wednesday's anxiety.
“…” she inhales softly “Do you ever just want to place your hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes, and then violently jerk their head until their neck snaps?” she flirts, focusing her eyes on the broad back.
Enid pauses, turning doubtfully. “… That took an unexpected turn,” she replies, frowning.
Thing, who has waited all day for this interaction, adds “So did the neck” with derision, throwing himself face up on the pillow. Enid suppresses a giggle.
"You're right, Thing. Oh! You should definitely try my new nail polish!” she exclaims and focuses her attention on her best friend, who moves his palm as if he's squealing at her.
Wednesday narrows her eyes in confusion, but decides to let it go. Perhaps Enid would prefer to speak to her alone, without this nosy hand.
Day 3: Flattery.
The web repeats several times that we all like flattery. Wednesday, being herself, has never done common compliments, if you understand her way, fine; if not, then you miss out on her affection.
Thing himself witnesses the recent gay panic on Wednesday. He has been when Gomez realized that Morticia was his destined one, repeating the sequence with his first-born is a different story. He only knows that Wednesday Addams will be able to surpass the very corniness of Gomez Addams.
He peeked over his shoulder this morning while he was pretending to be asleep. Yesterday he had been left in doubt, somehow knowing what Wednesday did. Thing doesn't want to get involved, although she knows how naive Enid tends to be and that if no one doesn't tell her anything directly, she doesn't understand.
Slowly, he taps on the desk . “You go over there and tell her you think she's cute. What's the worst that can happen?" he tries to sound supportive, balling his palm into a fist and shaking it enthusiastically.
"She could hear me!" Wednesday objects, clenching her own fists. “There must be another way. Help me here, Thing ”she complains, looking at him with daggers.
He thumbs up excitedly. “I'm always willing to help! It's been so long since I've been on the Addams courtship, SO EXCITING!”
"Probably your last time, because Pugsley clearly lacks charm."
If Thing could laugh, he would burst out laughing. Instead, he settles for repeatedly banging the table to let him know that she is indeed right.
“Now how do I help you if you don't give me an introduction to this? How did you know that you have fallen in love with her before me?” he asks a little offended, he is the one who realizes things before Wednesday.
Wednesday remains silent, knowing exactly when it happened.
(On Contact Day, Wednesday thinks to herself, reflecting. 'My future partner must be intelligent, unfazed by even the most disturbing things, and capable in every possible way—'
Enid, whom she hasn't seen since the night because she was baking an offering, trips and falls with a tray of cupcakes in her hands.
… and then she starts sobbing for thirty minutes over her work literally being thrown on the floor. Yoko stays next to her, giggling softly as she pats her on the back.
Wednesday's brain immediately clicked. 'That one. I want that one.')
“Her new ability to transform into a beast is enchanting,” she declares, not so oblivious to the real reason though.
"And what do you plan to tell her?"
"Good question, Thing" she pauses briefly "nothing."
Thing pulls back on his palm as if he had received a jumpscare from Foxy in Five Nights At Freddy's 2.
"And how do you think she'll act if you don't tell her anything?"
“Dear Thing, the eyes are the window to the soul. The fact that we make eye contact will be enough for her to know how badly she has me hanging from her hands like the blood of her enemy," she replies, a glint peeking out of her imperturbable gaze.
Hours later, when Enid finally finds herself lying on her bed laughing at something on her cell phone, Wednesday decides to attack.
“You know, Enid,” she begins, garnering the opposite attention with a hum, “you are the sun in my life.”
Enid then blinks, looking up, and smiles mischievously. "Why? Because I'm smoking hot?" she jokes.
"No, because it hurts my eyes when I see you, I can't stand looking at you," she croaks, finding it interesting to clean the non-existent fluff from her sleeping sweatshirt.
The blonde girl makes a choking sound, exaggerating her gasp. "Oh God! You are so romantic, Wednesday Addams! Give me a ring and I'll marry you right now,” she replies sarcastically, dropping her mobile to bring the back of her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes abruptly.
Wednesday opens her mouth, wanting to tell her that yes, she can indeed marry her whenever she wants because she's an Addams.
... but she is mute the longer her gaze lasts. She notices the freckles all over her whitish face, her red lips, her small nose, the way her hair sticks to her forehead and not to mention those eyes she never found lively colors interesting until now.
Then, unseen, she flashes a small ghostly smile. 'Yes, of course I'd like to marry you.'
Day 4: Spend charity time together.
That's not hard, she decides, because they're roommates, they spend most of the day sharing.
It's Saturday, today Enid is supposed to stay to study for an exam. It's the best time to attack.
“Enid” she calls “let me help you study” she says, because Wednesday Addams doesn't offer or beg… “please.”
Enid looks at her with a raised eyebrow. "Of course! You don't have to ask me, you know what a mess I am when it comes to exams,” she nods, patting the least colorful spot on her bed.
But Wednesday has stopped caring about the color, the desire to pop your eyes is no longer necessary. It's Enid. Nothing she does will put her in danger, to her misfortune.
Passing through her own notes, Wednesday squeezes in beside her. If their knees touch, she doesn't comment on it. If their hands touch by accident, there is no need to apologize.
The study session is going well. Wednesday explains so that she can understand all the review concepts, Enid repeats and questions over and over again if it's okay.
When the hour ends to go out to dinner, Enid as usual grabs Wednesday by the waist, a hug in gratitude for the patience she had with her. Wednesday doubts her, raising her hands to encircle her shoulders, however, she stops hesitantly halfway.
"What is this?" she asks softly and hates that this shade is reserved solely for Enid Sinclair.
"It's called affection!" the blonde replies euphorically, rocking her slowly.
“Disgusting” Wednesday comments without any facial expression that could give a clue about her beating heart.
Enid seems to remember, she's about to let her go, because it's Enid and if Wednesday says no, she doesn't insist, but respects her decision and…
"Who told you to stop?" Wednesday stops her, grabbing her left arm that tried to unwrap her waist. "... Do it again" she encourages, letting her embarrassed face fall on Enid's shoulder, who again squeals as usual.
"Sorry, I thought you wanted me to let go!" Enid makes excuses for the obvious, tightening her grip on her as she knows how she likes it.
The time they spend hugging doesn't matter, it feels comfortable, comforting, like home.
"Don't you dare count a single soul or else..."
“… you'll rip the heads off my collectible unicorns and paint my side of the room black…” Enid interrupts trying to imitate her monotone.
"... no one will believe you and clearly, I will not help you out of your psychosis phase."
Enid laughs.
Day 5: Be direct. Get to the point with your feelings.
The last day has come.
Wednesday goes round and round and round near the window. To be honest, she doesn't have any plans for her statement.
As she read, being spontaneous will make her look more… realistic, with more sincerity than if she went through it word by word in her head.
And she's trying hard not to overthink, she's an Addams, she can't not accept a challenge.
Like a few hours ago,
(“I've been dropping subtle hints that I love her,” Wednesday frowns, glancing at Thing.
And Enid walks in, about to speak when Wednesday interrupts declaring, "I hate you."
If Thing could do a face palm, he would.)
But now she has no idea what to do. She has never been in love before and really has no experience in this feeling.
As expected, she searched for hours for advice and tutorials to confess. Sure, no one specifies that if you're an Addams, rejection or silence will kill you quickly like poison.
In anticipation, she has asked Thing to leave once she finishes decorating and goes to call Enid. In the evening, it is the only opportunity for her to declare herself.
Nerves are not usually present in her, it's rare to her to have goosebumps and her heart beating strongly in her chest, as if at any moment it would break her ribs to get out of its shell.
The balcony is reserved for tonight. Thing makes agile movements while he puts tonight's score to rest, a table and her cello accompany the evening. Wednesday has arranged for the buffet reserved for the big appetite of a werewolf and a vegetarian for herself to come in about ten minutes.
As she leans against the cold stone railing, she thinks about how her life has changed since she's been at Nevermore. She curses Enid in Italian, because she succumbed to the family curse because of her and now she will have to wait for her untimely death without finishing the Viper trilogy.
Amazing, seriously.
The minutes that feel heavy pass, as if they were hours until the staff arrives with the food in a feast mode. When she walks into the room, her body turns to the heater and she decides to just ignore it, opening the door.
She doesn't say hello, she doesn't say goodbye. She gets stuck.
Is the moment of confession so horrible? Luckily for her, she will never have to go through this again.
She knows that Thing has withdrawn, because she no longer feels anyone's presence. She feels that with each tick, tock of the clock, her heart is racing.
It's the vivid reminder of how she will lose her dignity, her reputation, for doing this. She stretches out her fingers, seeking consolation in thinking about the cello strings, the song she has rehearsed back home.
Time passes. She's snap back to reality when she hears footsteps approaching and there's only one person coming today...
Enid.
She swallows hard, turning on her heel and stepping back into the blistering cold of the sky. Only the moon knows how open her heart is, that'll it can be served on a platter tonight.
- - -
As Enid applauds at the show specially reserved for her, Wednesday allows herself to absorb through her eyes the mesmerizing sight of the werewolf clad in plus-size black clothing (if it's Tanaka's, Wednesday doesn't say anything because this sight is a blessing curse to her eyes) and the inhuman way her eyes glow.
And she has a hunch that it's time. She slowly lowers her instrument, for the first time in her life not bothering to put it back in its case.
“Enid,” she murmurs breathlessly, “I have the honor of calling you chaperone on this cold night. I have the pleasure of also sharing space with you, knowing that at any moment your colors will cause me an allergic reaction. The moments I spend with you are like pieces that fit together. You make my life have meaning, beyond my usual love for the chaos, you put a pause to reset my system."
The blonde doesn't say anything in response, giving her that unfamiliar look . “What I want to say, Enid, is that you have left more than an indelible mark on me. It is imperishable, a deep imprint eternally crushed in my heart. Because you, ma chère, make me weak. With this evening, I give you my heart and fate no longer matters, because if I die, there is nothing more heavenly than dying in your arms… ”she sighs.
“My point is” her heartbeat rumbles in her ears and she doesn't hold her gaze on the orbs that are staring back at her “that I like you romantically. No. It's more than that. I'm in love with you, so much that words are unreachable. If you allow me, I will take it upon myself to let you know to the grave how much I long for you, how I would die if you asked me, how I would kneel without hesitation for you. I give all or nothing for you, Enid Sinclair."
The blonde keeps her gaze unalterable in search of his. The dim light from her makes her look impossibly beautiful, Wednesday would capture this precious moment to keep in mind when she dies these months.
“That was…” Enid begins and isn't sure she's within reach of Wednesday Addams' impeccable confession “I don't have the words for this moment, I just want to kiss you so badly, Wednesday,” she gasps, getting up from her chair and walking over to her.
Wednesday stops as well, her eyes surveying this dreamlike panorama. Enid grabs her waist and with one last look seeking her consent, she smashes her sweet lips against hers, forming the most beautiful response Wednesday has ever asked for.
She laces her own fingers behind her head and pulls her down. Enid smiles, drawing her in as best she can, not wanting there to be what's called personal space.
"Congratulations! You managed to captive your crush!” Thing makes a robotic voice blare, ruining the moment.
Wednesday snarls, letting go of Enid briefly to throw a knife she sharpened in the morning at the rabble appendage.
"Thing!" Enid then complains, lowering her arms and pouting her lips in protest. Of so many nights that she had dreamed of this moment, it couldn't be this ruined.
Thing dodges the knife and starts jogging for his life, hiding in the ventilation shaft.
Wednesday snorts, coming face to face with his love. enid . “My sincerest apologies, I didn't know that he would be able to disturb our peace. Would you like to continue or will we repeat it another time?”
Enid snorts at the last suggestion. “Wednesday, I adore you, but I won't wait any longer to kiss you and tell you to be my girlfriend. If you don't want to continue, then I'll take you as a friend” she threatens, approaching her again.
"Girlfriend? Pretty casual for the engagement I have in mind, but we'll get there,” Wednesday nods and traps Enid's cherry lips between hers again.