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“I know, I know Legs. I just need to ask you something.” Angel’s eyes scrunch closed and the rest of his expression crumples as he whines out, short and low. Husk hovers his hands over the mottling of bruises and cuts that litter his torso, some still sluggishly bleeding. He itches to bandage them up, but stays himself with the sobering thought that Angel is used to guys touching him when he’s unconscious.
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“Tough shoot or rough night?” His gravelly voice croaked out, thick and muddled with sleep.
“Rough night.” A pause. “Sorry for the sudden appearance. I know ya like your cat naps.”
“You know it’s nothin’. Come on in.”
or: i was listening to phoebe bridgers and leith ross at 6 in the morning and they started plaguing my mind so i blacked out and wrote this
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Everyone knows Wednesday and Enid have been dating for months now.
The only problem is, no one thought to let Wednesday know.
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Enid changed in more ways than one after the Blood Moon, and Wednesday feels obliged to help her with any requests because of it. No matter how unusual they may be.
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"Suck my dick, Wednesday."
Enid/Wednesday, FWB, smut with a little bit of plot.
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Wednesday Addams, the Queen of the underworld, has ruled for a thousand years. Her robe trails like spilled ink across the stone, her voice is flat, deliberate, and final. She is eternal, and profoundly unimpressed by the living.
Her throne was obsidian. Her crown was bone. Her calendar was booked with plagues, curses, and the occasional existential crisis. She didn’t do small talk. And she certainly didn’t do spring.
Until Enid Sinclair arrived.
A walking serotonin spill in a pastel sweater, Enid didn’t descend into the Underworld so much as crash-land with snacks and scented candles. She brought daisies. She brought playlists. And worst of all, she brought feelings.
The dead were scandalized. Even Cerberus developed a preference for belly rubs and glitters.
Wednesday was not amused. She had no use for joy, or warmth, or whatever Enid was doing. But the Underworld had rules, and one of them was: if someone eats the pomegranate, they stay. Enid took a bite.
Just like that, spring moved in.
Bookmarked by Slaviccheese
17 Oct 2025