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Did Enid regret her life choices? Yes.
Would she trade them? Hell nah.
Yes, if she had been able to “wolf out” earlier in life, maybe her mother would’ve appreciated her more, but because she hadn’t, well, she’d been able to meet the most wonderful person in her life.
Or, as wonderful as Wednesday Addams could be.
Honestly, Enid found her low threats and quick wit to be quite cute.
Maybe because Enid knew that when it came to her, the Addams would never follow through.
Perks of having a sociopathic girlfriend.
And wow , Enid loved saying that. Her girlfriend . Contrary to popular belief, Wednesday Addams could be quite the romantic, although Enid knew it was solely for her.
Wednesday was in the center of their divided room (minus the tape now, which Enid wasn’t complaining about) down on one knee. Centered around her were candles of various groups and sizes along with a red circular carpet. In her hands was a dark red rose.
If Enid didn’t know the girl better, it would’ve looked like a proposal.
Or some sort of summoning circle, which was Enid’s first thought when she entered the room.
If Wednesday hadn’t been holding out her cute little flower, Enid would’ve been honestly concerned with her life.
“Enid, I have a question to ask you.”
With that adorable memory in mind, Enid cleared every doubt about visiting the Addams family.
After all, the bar was already pretty low, and she doubted that even if it turned out to be a bust, the Addams would soar above that bar.
So when Wednesday Addams had invited her over to spend Christmas weekend, Enid sure as hell wasn’t going to refuse.
Christmas with her family had never been more than disappointing. Her mother had always been so adamant that Enid “needed to wolf-out” as if Enid didn’t already know. Other than that, her siblings were unbearable, always teasing and fighting (literally) and never really understanding how much Enid was hurting. Her father never dared defy his wife by actually caring, though Enid did appreciate his effort.
The dinner was the worst and always ended up with someone in tears and a few scratches on her face.
Needless to say that as the black limousine pulled into the gates of the Addams’ Family household, Enid felt no regrets.
Especially not when she saw a short raven-haired girl dressed in a heavy dark coat at the door. She even had another rose, thought this one was black.
Snow piled around the porch and Enid could see it contrasting the coat her roommate was wearing. It was very majestic, and already a step up from holidays at home.
Enid heard a click and her car door was opened.
“ I hope you found the drive okay? ”
“Amazing! Truly, and your house ! Oh my god, Willa, it's beautiful!” Enid laughed and damn near raced to envelop the girl in a hug, which the Addams had surprisingly grown more reciprocating of.
Wednesday smelled of dirt (which Enid was not going to ask about) and cinnamon along with a faint hint of rose.
The raven-hair girl must have been somewhere along the same thought line because she - regrettably - pushed the blonde away and turned to the renowned Addams’ Family driver.
“Thank you, Lurch, for picking her up. Here, for your trouble.” And Wednesday placed the black rose in Lurch’s front pocket. Enid couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed as the car drove away.
Wednesday just looked at her with a blank expression, but her eyebrows were raised a bit and Enid could tell the lines at the corner of her mouth tilted upwards. To someone who didn’t know the girl, it would’ve looked like Wednesday’s normal deadpan expression, but to Enid, she saw affection.
She could see it in the little ways Wednesday’s hand twitched as she walked back up the stairs.
She saw it in the way Wednesday’s eyes kept shifting, looking anywhere but Enid’s eyes.
She saw it in the way Wednesday smoothed her already perfect dress.
She saw it in the flicker of warmth in those normally dead eyes as Wednesday drew closer, their noses mere inches from each other.
“I hope you’re not too disappointed,” Wednesday murmured, her eyes flickering up to Enid’s eyes, then down for a second to her lips.
Enid felt her heart rate pick up. She could hear Wednesday’s doing the same.
“Why would I be disappointed?” She whispered, moving impossibly closer without touching the girl.
“I noticed your little expression when I gave away that rose. If you notice little things about me, it’s fair I do the same to you, is it not?”
Wednesday smirked at the dumbfounded expression Enid was sure she had. The goth stepped back before reaching for something behind her back.
Seconds later, she was holding the literal most beautiful purple flower.
“ Aconitum . A deadly flower for the most deadly werewolf I know.”
Wednesday performed a slight bow as she presented the flower just as she had all those months ago. Enid couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. An actual, genuine smile, one she hadn’t ever associated with the holiday season beforehand. Of course, the Addams was up to change that.
“Just don’t eat it.”
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Enid ended up carrying the flower delicately in her breast pocket, much to her girlfriend’s approval. Just as any speck of color complemented Wednesday’s dark demeanor, the poisonous rose - though just as colorful as Enid - brought out the darker blue in her eyes.
“Oh, mia piccola nuvola di pioggia!”
The voice was rich and deep, but not at all threatening, and by Wednesday’s previous descriptions, Enid knew exactly who the warm voice belonged to.
The blonde had no other words to describe Gomez other than Father .
She knew Wednesday felt it too, even though the “little rain cloud” didn’t ever truly show it.
Gomez was warm and inviting as he shuffled the two girls around the house.
Actually, Enid took that back. It was a mansion . The living “room” was as big as the Rave’n dance floor with a hanging chandelier to match.
“I once tied Pugsley up there,” Wednesday murmured, shaking off the snow from her boots and using a tone soft enough that only Enid would hear her fondness. “Took him only three hours to get down, though he did have a few broken bones at the end of the day.”
Enid shook her head and laughed. As the tour continued - with Wednesday making small remarks about each room's significance - Enid grew more and more fond of the man leading them around.
He was short for usual standards (especially when standing near his wife), but he had one of the biggest hearts Enid had ever seen. It was quite obvious where Wednesday had gotten her “soft” side if you could even call it that. The man was smitten with his wife, who was in turn, just as sweet and caring and everything a mother should be.
“So tell me, Enid, how do you put up with our little viper?” Gomez raised an eyebrow. Enid wasn’t sure which bothered Wednesday more: the nickname or the question. Either way, the blonde knew just how to remove the scowl slowly forming on her girlfriend’s face.
“Well, honestly,” Enid’s tone was almost sing-song-like as she slipped her hand into Wednesday’s cold one. The girl didn’t even bristle, just moved closer to the werewolf and leaned her head sideways on the girl. “She’s not all that terrifying when you get to know her.”
“I’m hurt, Amore. How dare you wound me with these high insults.” But the dark girl didn’t seem to mind, which Enid thought proved her point.
Gomez gasped, and Enid wasn’t entirely sure if it was genuine or exaggerated.
“My little thunderstorm has finally fallen subject to the curse…” He whispered, tears pricking his eyes.
Enid froze.
“Uh, Willa, what curse?”
“My love, I’m dying. I have but a week.” Wednesday deadpanned.
“ Wednesday .”
“It’s the Addams’ Family curse, Enid,” Gomez answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, wiping the moisture from his eyes. “Though I never knew why it was called as such. It is the greatest thing that has happened to our family.”
“An Addams affection comes with a price,” Wednesday explained, taking both of Enid’s hands in her own. “It is singular, all-consuming, and absolutely never-ending once we find it. At a young age, I swore never to fall into its clutches, much to my family’s disappointment. My father is simply pleased he was right because…” Wednesday stepped closer and everything around the two girls disappeared.
Enid suddenly knew what the girl had meant by singular and all-consuming. Nothing else mattered except for the beautiful girl before her.
“I have, in fact…” Wednesday continued, lowering her eyelids as her eyes darkened, stepping even closer. The position reminded Enid of their small moment at the porch, and soon, Enid’s eyes were on the Addams’ dark lips. She didn’t have to look up to know where Wednesday’s were.
“Fallen quite hard, Amore.” As Wednesday closed the distance, her cold hands reaching up to tangle in the blonde’s hair, Enid found herself feeling more content than she’d ever been with her family.
Wednesday’s lips were soft, so unlike her character. They weren’t sweet, which Enid honestly preferred, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Not that kissing the Wednesday Addams would be anything less than perfect.
Enid sighed into the kiss, her hands finding the smaller girl’s waist and pulling their bodies flush together. She could still feel the flecks of melted snow on her cold skin.
It wasn’t their first kiss, but it still felt just as exciting and new. Wednesday was getting better at becoming more physically affectionate, something Enid had never expected from the girl, but she sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
Knowing the dark-haired girl, any sort of affection meant nearly ten-fold.
Oh, this was so much better than Christmas at her house.
Someone cleared their throat, breaking the spell.
Wednesday pulled away, not breaking eye contact with the flustered werewolf.
“Father, I would like you to know this is how I feel whenever you attach yourself to mother.”
Enid hummed.
“Like father like daughter.”
“Say that again and I’ll have your tongue.”
“We both know that’s an empty threat, Willa.”
The werewolf offered a smile, which slowly the dark-haired girl returned.
“My flower is smushed.”
“I’ll get you a new one.”