Work Text:
The scene was picturesque. Everything was just as they wanted. The weather was perfectly gloomy and overcast, casting a grayscale tone to the autumn sky. In the distance, the tiniest bit of sunlight was poking through a break in the clouds. It was the perfect representation for the pair who were set to be wed under this very sky in this very moment: Darkness and sunshine.
The pair stood beneath a large, cast-iron black archway that was decorated with strands of garland of pink begonias and carnations and black dahlias. Their aesthetic was captured to a “T”: Enid in a flowing, somewhat poofy blush pink gown, sleeveless and sparkling. Her soon to be wife standing across from her in an equally as gorgeous gown, black and billowing with lace details.
They were the perfect juxtaposition and all eyes were on them, rightly so.
Morticia and Gomez were seated in the front row, tears in their eyes, and Gomez was already frequently wiping his eyes and nose with his satin handkerchief. On the other side of the aisle, Enid’s family were present, a pleased look on their faces too. Pugsly, as the best man, was standing to the right of the arch, a proud and jovial grin about his features, standing next to Yoko, the maid of honor.
When the justice of the peace began speaking, Enid held out her hands, palms up, inviting the cold, familiar pale ones of her fiancee to embrace. And Wednesday could do absolutely nothing but comply, happily so, placing her palms down over Enid’s, their fingers clasping gently together.
Enid was looking at Wednesday with the brightest of admirable sparkles in her eyes, beaming and radiant and overjoyed. Wednesday had the faintest of smirks, and for her, that signified happiness in her own dark and gloomy way. Her chocolate eyes spoke far more than her lips ever did, and Enid knew that, embraced that. Loved that. Loved her.
But as their hands met, not two or so seconds later, Wednesday’s head whipped backwards violently, her visage pointing to the sky, eyes wide and rolling back into her head, her back arched severely as a vision overtook her.
**********
The first time it happened, Wednesday was caught completely off guard.
They were out and about in town, off campus for the remainder of this spring-like Saturday afternoon. Enid had insisted, nearly begging Wednesday to come shopping with her. And while Wednesday would have liked to spend that time working on her second novel or practicing her cello, there was something about Enid lately that made it difficult for Wednesday to say no to. Some spellbinding charm that Enid had over Wednesday, magnetizing the two together more and more as time passed.
They weren’t dating yet, but Enid was knowingly crushing hard, and Wednesday was crushing without realizing.
At present, the two were in some very brightly colored clothing and accessories store decorated with bright pink, orange and yellow accent walls. The colors were so bright that Wednesday’s eyes felt like they were burning a little. However, she’d found herself having more of a tolerance for color these days, but only when Enid was around. Essentially, only for Enid, but Wednesday hadn’t quite realized that herself yet.
Despite this, Wednesday found herself standing outside of a dressing room in said store, with Enid’s pink fuzzy coat draped over her folded arms and Enid’s little equally fuzzy and pink bear-shaped purse begrudgingly dangling from her black-painted fingertips.
The look on Wednesday’s face was typical, flat and emotionless. Until a group of Nevermore students walked by and giggled and whispered her way, to which Wednesday shot them the most sinister of glares that she could muster. The students looked a bit startled and quickly went to the farthest end of the store away from the dressing rooms. Wednesday’s glare remained, glowering in their general direction, calculating ways to get back at those snobs at a later date. Wednesday was aware she was likely a sight to behold right now based on her reputation and attire: the token goth girl clad in black, contrasted by the pink attire she was holding onto right now for her best friend. Little did she know that the giggling and gossip had more to do with rumors of Enid and Wednesday so obviously crushing on one another. She assumed it was more trivial mockery and matters from the masses.
Her glower vanished though as soon as the cheery and familiar voice squealed from the dressing room, the door flinging open to reveal one ecstatic werewolf. “You’re not even ready for this.”
“Surely I am.”
But really, she wasn’t. Enid came out to stand before the large mirror, but did a few twirls, making eye contact with Wednesday as she danced about. She stopped after a few spins and extended her arms. “Well? What do you think?”
What did she think? Enid was dressed in a fit unlike anything she’d quite worn before. The top half was typical, and she looked so perfect in her pastel pink cropped cardigan that was tied together with delicate strands of fabric at the collar. Beneath was a pastel purple camisole top, but the real surprise was the fact that said cami was tucked into a black pleated, high-waisted skirt. Of course, there was a pink belt with a heart loop on it over said black skirt. But surely this was the first time Enid had ever dawned such a color, at least, the first time Wednesday had ever seen her with it on.
“You look…” Wednesday was never one to be found stuttering. Her words always came naturally, confident, sure of herself. Yet her cheeks burned, and for a moment she wondered if perhaps she was becoming ill. Enid was looking at her expectantly, bright blue eyes waiting for her bestie’s response and approval.
“...You look radiant.”
Enid was momentarily flabbergasted. She couldn’t remember a time Wednesday had ever given her such a direct compliment before. She expected the raven to give her some slightly backhanded compliment such as ‘you look like a sewing machine threw up a rainbow’ or something of that sort, and Enid would have gladly taken that as a positive thing. However, this threw her off guard in the best way possible. She felt her cheeks grow pink and hot like a sunset.
“Wait, what? Really? You think so?”
Enid swore she saw the faintest pink hue decorate Wednesday's fine cheekbones, and her stomach quickly felt as though butterflies were swarming.
Wednesday’s eyes cast slowly down and back up, taking this all in. She nodded once in her own way of sincere affirmation and shifted her weight onto her other foot, caught in a moment of being entirely compelled.
“Well, shit.” Enid exclaimed, turning back to face the mirror. “Well, then I think I’ll just have to wear it out of the store!”
Wednesday’s stomach was churning now in a way it hadn’t before. “Good idea. The sooner we can leave this place then.” Or rather, the more she could admire Enid in this outfit.
“Aw, Wedns’, don’t be such a downer!”
“You promised we could go to the store of my choosing next.”
“Yes, and I haven’t broken that promise, have I?”
Wednesday just gaze her that look again, and soon Enid was gathering her things from the changing room and running to the counter, ripping the tags off of her new outfit as she went to pay for them.
Wednesday held onto her purse and coat until they left the store, to which Enid happily reclaimed them once they were outside.
Once they were on their way to the next store, a bookstore of Wednesday’s choosing, Enid couldn’t help but notice Wednesday kept side-eyeing her. Those butterflies were returning again, and Enid’s heart was pounding in her chest. Was Wednesday checking her out? It sure as hell felt like it, and so Enid, impulsive as ever, decidedly acted on an impulse.
Wednesday Addams was one to flinch away from most physical contact with anyone. But, as it were in their history, Enid had become an exception over the course of the past school year. Ever since their first embrace on that tragic night a year ago, Wednesday allowed Enid a hug once every so often. They were friendly hugs, in the over affectionate way that Enid craved physical touch often. But today, Enid wanted to try something that perhaps might push their friendship into a more-than-friends direction.
At first, Wednesday’s initial reaction was surprise. Surprise as she felt the warm, perfectly manicured hand brush against her own. She side-eyed Enid with a deliberate look this time, her eyes speaking multitudes of questioning curiosity. Enid smiled, and then let her fingers lace with Wednesday’s, and to both of their surprise, Wednesday did not flinch away. They were holding hands, and Wednesday…well, she couldn’t help but find the soft warmth of Enid’s hand to be, well, not so bad, afterall. Her cheeks felt like they were burning again, and that churning ill-feeling in her stomach was returning. But she didn’t want this to stop.
“What is this?” Wednesday asked, visage unchanging save for her eyes.
“Um, we’re holding hands? Is that okay? Sorry, maybe I should have asked first, just-” Enid started to panic and began to pull her hand away, but Wednesday stopped her, a look of urgency flashing momentarily in her eyes as she reattached her hand to Enid’s, lacing them again.
“No, don’t…It…It’s fine.”
Enid looked at her with surprise for a moment, and then her smile returned, wider now, those bright blue eyes sparkling. Wednesday thought perhaps she might actually throw up and she wasn’t sure why.
The pair continued walking, and Enid started to rant about something; nothing and everything as they headed to Wednesday’s favorite antique bookstore. And they were holding hands, and it was okay, and maybe, no, definitely, Wednesday was enjoying it.
***********
“Wedns? Wednesday, love, are you okay?”
Wednesday’s back straightened, and her eyes reverted back to normal as her vision ended. She was staring at the concerned expression of her bride before her. The first time felt so far and away and so close all at once. That was years ago now, and before her was the one and only person she hoped to continue to be able to embrace and hold hands with for eternity, until death did them part.
Wednesday brought one of Enid’s hands to her lips and planted a soft kiss atop her knuckle, eyes looking up to meet Enid’s.
“I’m alright, cara mia. Now, let’s get married.” Her posture straightened, and that signature, faint Wednesday smirk returned, and the ceremony continued, and light and darkness became one for all eternity.