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The day was… off. I did a mental check after the last class just to be sure. Wednesday didn’t seem like she wanted to murder me... I haven’t posted anything in the last 72 hours so there is no way I stirred some drama... And the full moon was still two weeks away! Everything was… strangely okay.
Neither Wednesday nor I had anything to do after classes, so we both walked together towards our room. I chatted with her for a bit about how everything was calm for the first time in forever, and while Wednesday did her usual negativity shtick, even she appreciated not being surrounded by a mystery. The last year was complicated on its own.
When we arrived at the door, I fumbled with the keys for a bit before Wednesday sighed and used her own to open the door. She graciously made my hand out of the way to unlock the door, which meant skin contact. Because I was in the middle of ranting about the other two years though, I didn’t react to that in any way.
And why would I ‘react’? Well, It’s not like my crush on Wednesday Friday Addams is a secret. Well, for her I think it is, but all the school knows it. Every year it seemed like we got more ‘gay-er’ sacrifices in our adventures. First, I wolfed out and got some crude scarring all across my face, and then I almost permanently locked myself in my wolf form forever just to save Wednesday again… Yeah, no werewolf is approaching me at all, they all think Willa is my mate.
And… maybe she knows about that part? She did search for me, and she did wolf out for me when I needed it when she was using my body, and I know for a fact that that wasn’t my wolf: they told me that. So… maybe a deep connection with her own wolf (or whatever that was) told her more than what I did? I don’t know, and I fear that is one of those questions where the wrong answer triggers a chain of events that I don’t want to live (“No, Enid, I feel nothing for you”... Sheesh, I would end myself right there).
If she did know about my feelings or my wolf’s, she did not care to communicate her thoughts about it. On one side, she did told me to fuck off from my family and start my own pack (with gruesomer words and maybe enticing a war. She really wants my mother’s head in a spike), and invited me over her home for the recess. She also wanted to be my roomie for another year, and even more, extended that offer for university which was… one of the best days of my life. On the other hand, she never approached me or anything. I knew she talked to her family beforehand, and she may have threatened them so they wouldn’t say romantic stuff near me because they didn’t and I know for a fact that they would say things that Wednesday hates, so…
Anyways. I really don’t like to think about that, because… well… It kinda makes me anxious about my relationship with her. And the important thing is that she would save me and cares about me as much as I care about her and I would do the same.
We both got inside our room and without thinking I launched towards the bed. Wednesday clicked her tongue in disapproval from behind me and walked towards her own bed. “That is definitively one reason why your clothes do not last as long as mine” she said while removing her clothes.
Oh. Yeah. That was another thing that changed after our encounter in the wild. As we managed to calm my wolf and now both me the human and me the wolf are in control, nudity was just… a part of us. Her clothes were almost torn to pieces and mine were nonexistent, so she just took off her clothes before giving me a hug – and from that moment it seemed like something was written in stone. Something that I still don’t exactly know what entices, but it’s there.
Like the nudity post showers, or before sleeping, or even after coming back from school activities and that stays for a couple of minutes while she organizes things for the next day, and then, just then, she wears something casual.
She never seemed to mind my own nudity, and even thought that it was dumb that I was prudish about it when as a wolf I shouldn't be concerned about it. And… in a way, she is right, but after walking among normies for a long time things just stick, like the social norms around clothing.
And in the same way that it was a blessing, it was one of the worst curses possible. I could never control where my sight went, which would often be at her genitals.
I am a pervert, okay?! I said it. I like seeing my friends naked, and if I hadn’t yet, I would imagine them. I like thinking about them, I would love to do stuff to them. But I control myself, because it would be awful to act on these desires.
Again… the only time I confessed that I do think in smutty things at times to Wednesday, she just rolled her eyes and told me to stop acting like a normie and connect with my wild side. Whatever that meant again.
She doesn’t seem to be into sexual tangents anyways. She doesn’t even include sex in the novel that she will publish, and in her drafts, the sex scenes were almost surgical, filled with medical terminology instead of more casual lingo.
So that’s why it was a curse. Her body was perfect… even the already healed claw strokes were amazing on her torso. It did make me feel better as little by little I’m appreciating my own claw strokes that I have across my face. The negative side of it was obvious, which was the fact that I would never be able to grab her waist and feel it. That frustrated me a lot.
I didn’t know what made Wednesday look at me at first. I looked back at her and my cheeks reddened, and when I finally stopped being in trance looking at her body, I noticed how I was growling at the idea of not holding her.
That made me look at literally anything else because I didn’t want to confront what just happened. I looked at my phone and literally behave like I didn’t just thirsted over my best friend.
After a couple of seconds, I heard that Wednesday started moving again and she kept doing her daily routine like usual, and I let out a sigh after the embarrassing moment was over.
While I was scrolling through my timeline I found a meme about cuddling and something clicked in my head. The weirdness I was feeling had to do with Wednesday, with the fact that I kissed her cheek and caressed her cheek this morning and, somehow, I'm still alive and with all my limbs. Not only that, there wasn't any negative response from her at all…
I dropped my phone on that realization and I glanced over Wednesday. She was preparing herself to type her story, but there was something odd about it. She was just wearing black workout underwear.
Like, I've seen her like that, it's not the first time. Last time I arrived at our room after club activities and she was practicing sparring, but it was the first time she used it casually. Odd.
I decided to… risk getting murdered, I guess. I stood up, walked past that invisible line that separated our spaces, and walked up towards Wednesday. Without a word, I leaned forward to watch her write… with my cheek pressed on hers.
She didn't move. She didn't attempt to move. She just kept writing like I wasn't bothering her, like I wasn't making physical contact. She didn't blush, nor her face was scolding my actions in silence. She didn't care.
And I would dismiss that fact if not for the number rule of dealing with Wednesday: as close to zero physical contact.
I kept it there a bit longer than what I thought it was acceptable, but not to actually bother her, instead because it was actually comfortable. I guess that my perverted mind was playing games, though, because I was more concentrated on how soft her face was and thinking if I should wrap my around her instead of “this is fucking weird” and “get away before she gets actually mad”.
At some point Wednesday stopped writing, and it took until she asked a question for me to react that maybe I was getting my head chopped off right there. “What do you think about this?” she asked, pointing to the last paragraph of her draft.
First, no, I was not dead. Second, what, what the fuck, why is she asking me for my opinion. Without leaving her side, I glanced over and read what it seemed was Viper getting into a dinner with her subject of study, a serial killer. The last paragraph that she wrote was describing the weird taste of the food that she was eating, and leaving the reader to think that it indeed was human meat.
“It's like you know the taste of it” I said, deciding to surround her with my arms. She hummed approvingly. “And it seems like you had tasted it too” she quipped with a straight face, to which I smirked. “It's how it's been described by my circles, allegedly”.
When she started writing again, I kissed her forehead and walked back to my bed. She didn't stop writing. She didn't kill me in my sleep that night. And a board was now propped in my mind with big letters that read “How much can I do - Test Subject: Wednesday Addams”.
‧₊°♱༺𓆩☠︎𓆪༻♱₊˚.
If I went back to my younger self that I would've be in love with my white and black roommate, would win a fight against a hyde, transform, and be the alpha of a new pack with people that I appreciate a lot and that somehow the latest year that didn't have anything out of the ordinary was going to be the hardest… I would stop listening after white and black and probably laugh about how ridiculous I sound.
The year that Wednesday came, I was struggling with finding myself, finding my wolf, my pack, my family. It wasn't until Wednesday came that I felt that the hole inside me was being slowly filled by those dark eyes and darker thoughts, and even though it was the antithesis of everything I was, she didn't dim my inner rainbow. She made it even brighter.
She wasn't the wolf out camp that I needed. She wasn't the wolf that I would marry. She wasn't the one that I thought of. And now I think I was so stupid, as Wednesday was better than anything I thought of, and I deserve her in the same sense as she deserves me.
And where there was a tape separating our halves, both of us corrupted each other to the point of no return. Easily startled by blood and corpses? Nah, that's young Enid. There was now blacker nail polish than ever, and there always seemed to be a black hoodie on my side for me to wear.
On the other side, a nice pair of black gloves that her brother gifted her were on her side, used to pick up my snood to give it to me every time we would go out. Why? Because it was torture, or because she hates seeing it on the corner of her eyes as she writes and that fuels her writing… who knows.
Our room just became… cozier and cozier with each month it passed from our first meeting until now. Her flowers occasionally overpowered my smell for days, which was a weird feeling but strangely a nice one, and lasted just long enough until I wanted to mark the whole room again. Which I haven't… yet, as I don't want to be that gross.
Would I? Yeah. I pissed all around the Addams House like it was my territory (and Wednesday did affirm that it was mine too, but don't know to what extends) and knowing that it was going to rain, I even pissed on the balcony floor to mark it as mine, but never got around to actually do it inside.
I feel like if Wednesday knew, she would say I'm potty trained. Just thinking about her comments about how I'm similar to a dog makes me angry.
I do overstay in the room during Saturdays without showering to fill it with my stench, which is easy enough when I meditate as why would she interrupt me for it. I would say she even thinks of it as a weirdly positive negative thing, a thing that she hates but sees it as a challenge so she would inhale the smell from my stinking armpit just to feel like she passed a weird self-test of masochism.
Then, she would come from walking the forest all day, or training fight styles or fencing with Bianca, or any activities that involved being in direct sunshine and she would be dampened in sweat. She isn't as smelly as I was, and I'm pretty sure most people can't even feel her scent. But for me, it's everything I can think of.
And, if she wasn't here when I stopped meditation, I would go and steal one of her clothes anyways. I said I was a pervert!
It's just that the smell is so good! Like, sometimes I know I should be disgusted by pressing my nose and inhaling until I see weird patterns and my vision gets clouded. But my dick and my wolf are in agreement that it is a good pastime and, regardless, she didn't seem to care why there was a dirty shirt on my side of the room. She just took it and put it back in the basket. Weirdo.
‧₊°♱༺𓆩☠︎𓆪༻♱₊˚.
The school subjects went from understandable to… gibberish. Usually I would be a good-ish student, above the passing mark but not entirely remarkable. But now I was seriously struggling, and I noticed that Bianca and Wednesday, the top students from our year, were staying in the library until late at night.
The first few days I managed to fall asleep without the sound of Wednesday's heartbeat. After a week… that wasn't the case.
Yeah, having the room to myself was great. Masturbating and filling our bedroom with my scent was awesome, but nothing changes the real deal, you know? Hearing her, feeling her heat (or lack thereof), and even smelling her faint instantly recognizable aroma was far better than some dirty clothes. I wanted her back.
I restrained myself until Wednesday, ironically, to actually do something. She entered the room at 2AM while I was still meditating with my wolf, a thing that Willa encouraged while I lived with her parents for the break, and it did help me with being one with my wolf. Usually residual connection was left when interrupted, and while for other wolves it meant a more aggressive and short-fused personality, for me and my wolf it meant dog-like behavior and just happiness in general.
These days I wonder if my wolf loves her more than I do. But that's impossible. Maybe wolfie likes her wilder and sadistic side, while I prefer her dark, moody, and caring aspect of her being.
I walked towards her and sniffed her neck and face shamelessly. Long sniffs, which made my wolf feel weird as she would prefer shorter ones, but it was better for my human nose.
She stood there, closing the door with her leg to not move her upper body I guess. She didn't remove herself, nor put a face of complete disdain. She just… stood there.
She moved her eyes, and I could see her looking at my furry arms and my elongated nails, both of which elicited a pupil dilation from her part, which was fun.
Then, she glared into my eyes. Well, our eyes. Actually, it's just 'mine', as the wolf is as part of me as I am a part of me. Whatever, semantics like Wednesday would say. My eyes were golden, as the wolf was wide awake at the moment. A slight hiccup in her breath was enough for me to growl, elongating my teeth and biting her in the neck.
It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it was enough for taking the edge off. I licked the sweat off her neck, savoring the taste and making me think that my nest needs to smell like and taste like that. It was just… perfect.
I satiated my hunger for the moment, and I looked at her in the eyes as my wolf dozed to sleep, still having her scent lingering in my nose. She looked in trance, waiting for an input to do something, to react to something else.
I stuck my tongue out. She rolled her eyes and walked towards her clothes drawer.
“I need tutoring” I said as she began to unclothe herself, the first time acknowledging that it was happening, at least in an indirect way. “I noticed” she said, which I replied with a soft growl.
“It's like everything they didn't teach us for years is just in the curriculum now!” I whined, going to her side, laying on her bed. She became completely nude and faced me. “I did not know that my psychics powers were contagious. You are getting more perceptive by the minute” she mocked me with a neutral tone. “Ha, ha” I answered sarcastically.
I wasn't trying to look away from her anymore. Instead, I glanced down at her breast and, going even lower, to her untrimmed bush, taking notes on how even in an unkempt manner it still looked exactly right. She didn't move. Didn't say a word, like she was waiting for me to say something, do something.
I looked up and her eyes were just waiting for mine. Again, like the best poker player, her intentions were as clear as muddy water as her face was not revealing anything.
But I don't know if I was thinking with my dick or maybe, just maybe, she really meant what she said about letting my more animalistic desire overpower me, and that she seemed fine with every aspect of me, even the weird ones. She truly seemed to be saying with the stillness of her body how submissive she could be… and that sparked things in my head, some suggested by the wolf (that woke up, horny bastard) and I can't be ashamed anymore of thinking that some of those thoughts were from my human self.
I blinked, and I felt like wolfie wanted to take participation right fucking now. "This beast is going to be the end of me, and then I'm fucking killing you with my own hands!" My human self said to wolfie, which made her whimper. Wednesday ears twitched to that, but didn't move.
Then, I proceeded to remove the light pajamas I was wearing, getting completely nude in a matter of seconds. I left my clothes all over the bed, laying on top of it. When I glared again, she was still looking at me. I snarled. She didn't look away. I smiled. She smirked a bit too.
“I guess I could teach you. Don't pretend I'm going to be easy to deal with” she said as she broke off her stance. She turned around, got down on a squat and searched for something in her underwear section. I looked at her as she stepped to put them on, and had to close my eyes and shake my head to manage to answer something. “Nothing is ever easy with you, Willa” I managed to quip, to which she replied with “That is very well true.”
“Regardless”, she said as she walked towards her bed, towards me. “I could teach you Mondays and Thursdays. 6 hours per week are the perfect amount of torture you will manage”. She seemed like the girl I met two years ago, just that this time, she was just… like that. Almost naked. Enticing.
“You are not counting the hours we spend in this room?” I said with a smirk, opening the bed covers on her side. “Those are in shared torments. Do not count” she replied as she got in bed, on top of my clothes, and almost touching me with every part of her skin.
She didn't seem to mind the clothes, or the fact that I was invading her space like there wasn't a tacit contract to don't do that ever again. It was… calming, as everything smelled like our bodies combined, it was like a little best, it was perfect.
Maybe because I wanted a reaction, and my wolf was a bit at fault as she gave me the idea first, but I got out of the bed and walked towards Wednesday's dirty clothes basket. I got as much clothing I could lift and walked to our bed. Then, after lifting the covers, I scattered the garners all over my side, Wednesday looking at me like all of those times before.
But instead, this time, she moved. Or her mouth did.
“Is this what in Lycanthropy is called ‘nesting’?” she asked curiously as I was still rearranging the clothes. Without looking at her, I just answered it. “I guess. I have this itch for it, it smells good, it feels correct, is like… home. It feels like home” I said as I got like 5 pieces of her underwear to my pillow, and her shirts over where my torso would go.
“You, you, or your wolf?” she questioned, looking at how the nest was going. I answered as I accommodated what was now our space, “Err- Both... I read about blood moon alpha wolves in your library… and Capri was wrong. Well, not that wrong, but Addams has more experience with wildly different beasts than the rest of the outcasts”, that made her smirk again, “normally, from what I get, wolves, and humans share one body but not one soul. Wolves are driven by instincts, and humans by conscience. Usually, betas have little to none communication, omegas are more human than wolves and alphas are more wolves than humans, all of them weaker to the dominant mind but… that's not my case. Bloody alphas werewolves don't get a dominant side. My wolf and I both have the same control over our conscience and instincts. She can talk as I do, I can sniff as well as she does. Capri thought that once the wolf takes over the first time that was it, but there are few documented bloody alphas because they choose to go alone instead of being in a pack with dumbasses.”
Wednesday lifted her head a bit, understanding what I was saying. She glanced down to see her clothes being placed on the basis of their smell and texture, but she didn't react to that. “I already expressed my encouragement to pursue your more primal instinctive. I am glad that the meditation that my mother taught you have been bearing fruit”.
I nodded, and as I was going to say something, wolfie said something. “Your scent is awfully helpful too, mate, as it brings out the best part of me” I said with a deeper voice than I was used to. I'm going to kill you, I said mentally to my other half, and I got the feeling that she was grinning at my face.
She stayed still for a second, and then, she crooked her head looking at me. “Why haven't I heard your voice until now?” she asked while seemly boring a hole with her eyes against what were my golden irises.
“I reply to your call, mate. Like that night against that horrid creature. Like that night where I presumed you dead. Like your crying that night when you looked at me that night you found me.” Oof, touchy subject wolfie, if she says something I won't like, I don't take responsibility for it. Fair, their voice said in my head.
She clicked her mouth, as I'm pretty sure she doesn't like remembering that night. I feel myself being pulled forwards by my wolf, and my nose touched hers and moved my head side to side. “Why don't you call me by my name?” she asked, not moving away. I could feel her breath, her coldness, her being… for Selene’s sake, she was so hot.
I didn't stop moving my head, wolfie just smirked and responded with “I am calling you by your name. Mate. That's your name”. She just rolled her eyes. Typical.
I got closer as I wanted to fall asleep, my eyes already dropping a bit. I interlocked my legs with hers, and placed my face on her neck. It was perfect. Totally perfect.
“Horrible dreams, mate” I said, a bit ashamed of using that word so openly with her. “Disgusting rainbows for you, mi alma gemela” she replied, and I felt how her eyes closed that night.
‧₊°♱༺𓆩☠︎𓆪༻♱₊˚.
Her offer was well appreciated as she did explain some concepts better than the teachers. Because the ‘extra classes’ were taken at the library, soon some of our friends came to hear Wednesday explain the topics. After the fourth class we had to move to the Nightshade Society HQ to keep nosy people from bothering us, but almost everyone was there, including Bianca.
It was a rough year. Even Wednesday seemed worn out, and that girl can fight a transformed Hyde AND solve police unsolved mysteries. Somehow she was a decent teacher too, and with her shortcomings Bianca would help her out and both would be the best teachers we wished we had.
Both of us walked together after studying. The third time we got back, I held Wednesday's hand as we walked. The fourth one, I got even closer to her, walking side by side.
Two weeks after a new pattern was established that involved leaving my bed intact for two weeks as I went over and stayed on the other side of the tape was enough for Wednesday to, somehow, rearrange things without me knowing. When we got home after the fifth class, the room was different.
There was a king-sized bed in front of the windowpanes. Half of it was black. The other half had a starry-night design, with the Lupus constellation I recognized as soon as I saw it. Now, because there was more space, her bed was changed for two writable boards that already had some sort of weird mystery all pointed out. On my side, however, it seemed like there was a… cosmetic work desk?
There were hundreds of beauty products. I wouldn't know where to start, as it was exhausting just looking at it. It was like a dream come true.
I looked at Wednesday and couldn't hold it in. “Is this some sort of courtship gift?” I asked as I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt. “Don't be silly mi loba, that kind of gift will probably leave you in shock” she said, and I preferred not to ask what she meant with ‘will’, or for that matter, if it was good shock or bad shock. Or maybe the best question was, if it was an electrical shock. (Maybe she wants to give us the electric chair. Honestly, we deserve it.)
I didn't say anything more. I turned her around and hugged her so hard that I heard some of her bones rearranging themselves and probably breaking something that hurt, but even if that was the case, she would just smile at the pain. She didn't take a step away nor did she push me away, not even when I pressed my hands on her cheeks and I pulled her up for our very first kiss.
It was quick. It was just the spur of the moment. But that moment I knew for certain Yup, this is my mate. The sparks I felt through my body was like a shock collar around my neck that was turned up to 110 volts, and somehow it was such a good experience I would do it again.
When we separated ourselves, she just observed me. I smiled even more. “Thank you”, “You're welcome” was our exchange.
When I looked back at the room, I noticed a small desk near the bed that had a bunch of organized clothes. “What's that about?” I asked. She looked at it for one long second (was she thinking about something?) and then replied. “Those were the clothes that laid on the old nest. You can reconstruct it, and I brought more clothes for me to have enough for the… new use cycle.”
I beamed. My eyes went golden so fast that my vision became blurry for a second. “Very considerate, mate” Wolfie said stupidly. She glared back at me and stared at me. “New underwear too?” we asked bluntly. She nodded. We smiled. She rolled her eyes.
For the time being, I decided to press my luck as I was feeling like I could win a single digit roulette throw. I walked in front of Wednesday, and just like that, I started to remove her clothes one by one. I didn't look at her face, but she didn't move a finger as I lifted her arms to remove her shirt, nor did she walk away when I removed her skirt, leaving her just with her boots and underwear.
When I was done, I threw a kiss at her. She stared at me like nothing happened, but this time, I did smell something that wasn't there before. Something strong, perfect, breedable. I sniffed the air, closing my eyes. For Selena’s sake. I pressed my face to Wednesday's face. Good, but not as good. I continued sniffing lower and lower. I grabbed her arm and pulled it up, smelling her armpit directly. Fuck. Smelling it more, more, more, until the acidic nature of sweat burned a bit of my brain. Good. Fucking good. But isn't it. I kept going lower, drooling so much that I was making a mess on the floor.
When the smell went stronger, I placed my nose directly on it. It was a fabric. A fabric on Wednesday's body that somehow was still on. A fabric that was getting wet and sticky. A smell that could only indicate fertility. Willingness. Submission. I growled. The smell became insanely good.
I kept sniffing it for a bit. Wednesday didn't move. Didn't make a noise. Didn't do anything besides stay there, and for some reason, get wetter with each of my sniffs.
“Fuck” I growled as I separated my nose from her crotch, my tip was still wet, and my elongated wolf tongue reached to clean it up. At some point of the ‘investigation’ I half-transformed into a humanoid Lycan form, the thing I wanted to accomplish with myself by meditation.
I looked at my hands, my furry arms, my furry being. I looked at Wednesday, she was as surprised as I was.
“How is it that every time I make a breakthrough with my wolf, you are the reason behind it?” I half-complained. This time Wednesday was speechless. “At least, this time is because you are horny, not in danger” my snarling became harder at that, almost defying her to say something.
She looked at me, but I almost saw the need to lower her head somehow. “I will protect you with my life. But not from myself. Addams can defend themselves from wolves, isn't it true?” I asked, walking a step closer to aggravate her. She stayed firm. She nodded. “I would never ask you to go soft on me.” she said.
“Good” I said, knowing that more submission than that was unnecessary. She was already mine. She was already mine to have, to possess, to defend. I panted with my tongue out, feeling more myself than ever. Then, I licked her face. I wanted to kiss her, but licking was better than kissing right now. I licked her face, wanting her to smell like me, to remind her of that fact.
After a couple of delicious licks, she talked as I was licking her lips. “Do you feel the need to act wolfish?” she questioned. I panted even harder, and before she closed her mouth for good, I grabbed her jaw to maintain it open to French kiss her mouth like I always wanted to. Selena, she is the best.
Not only she allowed the devouring of her face like only a wolf would do, but even was drinking all the spit I was providing! It was so hot, so fucking hot that I couldn't stop growling at that.
When I got enough, I removed my face from hers and there was a string of saliva separating us. It truly was like a romantic moment. She was looking at me. I was looking at her. Ugh, everything was just… perfect.
I don't think I would ever ask the question. I don't think she even wants me to question anything. I flicked her nose. She just stared. I got closer and kissed her. She just stared. I blow air into her face. She just stared. I smiled. She rolled her eyes.
“Let's go to sleep, shall we…” I said and she nodded complacently. I got all the clothes and I scattered them onto the bed, mixing mine with hers in a dance of seemly random textures and scents but if you asked me, each piece of this work of art was deliberately put in its place. Like Wednesday's four days worn panties right in my pillow, again.
Once the nest was ready, I got up and grabbed her hand, walking her towards the monstrosity that was the bed like a bride walking to the most awaited moment of her life. Once we were both on the bed, I looked at her and just laughed.
Life turned around from that dark spot where I was two years ago, and now my mate is looking at me like the only way she knows how to love someone, and even though that way of loving for other people may be tiring and complicated, I just understood her. I closed the distance again to kiss her, and she reciprocated before covering herself to sleep.