Work Text:
It had been a few weeks into the next semester at Nevermore, and Wednesday was feeling rather odd, mainly towards Enid. Her heart rate picked up, her palms began to excrete sweat and she found herself longing to be close to the blonde. At first, she ignored these… urges but as time ticked on, she found the symptoms harder to ignore.
Her initial reaction was to immediately head to the infirmary, catching colds was common when school had begun, as everyone from everywhere was potentially bringing bugs and illnesses from their homes into the school.
That check-up came out to nothing, the nurse couldn’t find anything wrong with Wednesday, despite her being adamant she felt ill. The nurse simply let her go with a diagnosis of home sickness. Obviously Wednesday had scoffed at the notion, had the woman known her family she would realise the only home sickness she would have felt was the unrelenting urge to burn her own home down… preferably with her family still in it.
Then the goth had begun to realise that the symptoms only increased in intensity around Enid. It was a shock, and she promptly started to ignore the other girl as much as she could but as usual, Enid had taken note of the strange behaviour and started clinging onto Wednesday even more. It seemed that their near-death experience in the woods before the break had given the werewolf the gall to initiate bodily contact more often. Which led to Wednesday’s most frightening realisation… that she enjoyed these interactions. Even worse more and more, Wednesday had been finding herself watching Enid, finding her every move to be endearing.
------------------
Currently, the two were in their shared dorm, the seer had sat down to continue writing on her typewriter while Enid was lounging about on her bed, scrolling through endless short and louder than usual videos. Instead of getting annoyed like Wednesday had done in the past, she just slowly turned around and her heart jumped.
The videos were louder than normal because Enid had managed to sneak closer to her, she was currently laying on Wednesday own bed, unaware of the others gaze pinned on her.
After a few moments the blonde had looked up and startled. “Jesus Weds, have you been staring at me this whole time?” She flushed and put her phone down.
“Not the whole time.” She muttered out, continuing her flat stare, their eyes meeting and Wednesday could almost feel heat going up her neck from the interaction, impossible, she didn’t blush. She simply didn’t have the heart rate capable of it.
For some reason she werewolf had felt safe enough to encroach on the goth’s property, even found herself able to casually relax in her presence. Instead of feeling offence at the others vulnerability, Wednesday felt, she wasn’t sure, was it trusted? Whole? She couldn’t tell, whatever it was it makes her heart burn and clench unexpectedly. She could tell she had clear fondness for the other that she had never felt before returning to Nevermore.
It was only a matter of time before the Addams family curse had coiled its barbed wire around her black heart, and Wednesday knew the inevitability of it even if she thought for a moment, she could fight it. Maybe it truly was the curse taking hold, but she couldn’t find it in her to care, not with her precious Enid this close. Her saviour, her light, her confidant.
Enid scrunched up her face in confusion. “You keep staring at me funny. What are you thinking about?”
Wednesday blinked, snapped out of her mental adoration. She dragged her gaze away from Enid in thought, before resting her eyes back onto her. “It is strange that this is how it feels.”
Her response had the werewolf unscrunched her face and raised her brow, but clearly interested to know more. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward to hear more. “How what feels?” She tilted her head.
The seer had followed her movement with rapt attention, to her own eyes, but in Enid’s words, the werewolf was exceptionally cute. The thought hadn’t even repulsed Wednesday, it was simply the truth. But she took a moment to respond and gulped. “How seamless… it was to fall in love with you.” Wednesday was watching the other intently for any sign of discomfort.
But instead, the girl just blushed, bright crimson. It suited her. But this didn’t seem like a negative reaction to Wednesday, so she felt the need to continue her thoughts.
Lifting herself from her seated position, she stood in front of the blushing girl on her bed. “To find myself always think of you.”
She knelt in front of the werewolf and took her hand, cupping it to her own face before breathing out. “To always dream of you.”
There was a moment of silence between them as Wednesday’s confession sunk into Enid, who had flushed an even deeper shade of red. Enid hid part of her face with her free hand and peaked through her fingers to look at Wednesday.
Wednesday reached up her other hand as well, to take Enid’s away from her face. “Do not hide from me, you do not need to.” She stated, regaining part of her composure after jabbing out the words that had been plaguing her for the past few nights.
Enid just shakily nodded. “Weds, that’s-“ She said breathlessly and cupped her roommates face in both her hands this time, relenting to her own compulsion to touch the other. The goth closed her eyes to hopefully give the werewolf a moment of reprise to gather her own words. “Okay.” She eventually squeaked out.
Wednesday eyes slowly opened, immediately meeting Enid’s own unrelenting stare, and noted that her pupils had dilated. “Okay?” She repeated dumbly.
“Yes, God Wednesday! I didn’t expect you to say that!” Enid began to ramble, clearly flustered. “I mean! Not that I didn’t want to hear you say something like that. I have been, like, basically pining over you for the past few weeks and I thought you didn’t notice! Yoko was saying she would tell you herself at the end of the month! Give me a minute to breathe!”
The goth blinked; she hadn’t noticed anything from the werewolf. Other than an increased clinginess. “Oh.” She found herself saying. “What would you have me do to make up for it?” She truly felt guilty that the wolf had been so frustrated with her and that she didn’t ‘get the memo’ as Enid would say. From now, Wednesday promised to make up for her mistakes.
Enid began to pull Wednesday up from her kneeling position on the floor. “Kiss me.” She managed to get out, before Wednesday closed the distance.
This close, Wednesday could feel the tickle of Enid’s hair on her cheeks. The soft caressing of her hands holding her face steady to kiss her lips. Once they met, Wednesday melted. This is what the curse had been yearning for, what she had been yearning for. To lose all distance between her and the werewolf in a loving embrace.
She noted the softness of Enid’s lips against her own, the way they moved inquisitively to explore hers. A satisfying pressure with their connection, but it didn’t last nearly as long as she wanted it to. Enid broke the kiss, and Wednesday found she had an almost uncontrollable urge to follow. But her hazy trance was broken by a giggle, and she regained her lost senses.
She looked into the blonde’s eyes once again, watching her let go of her cheeks and flopping backwards onto the bed with a smile, and patted next to her for the goth to do the same.
Wednesday climbed onto her bed next to Enid and curled up, facing the other who was breathing heavily and looking up. When would her eyes focus back onto Wednesday’s? It felt like forever before the werewolf had finally turned to look at her again with rosy cheeks.
She sighed. “If it wasn’t clear already, Weds, I love you.” She sheepishly admitted. “Even before we left for summer. Like, basically after, you know.” Enid cringed, remembering that night she had lost Wednesday, only for her to show up later at the gates.
Wednesday’s eyes widened and she could feel heat climb up her neck. Enid had this same affliction for that long? How cruel. “… I also… love you.” She replied quietly but other equally inadequate words kept springing to her mind trying to help her articulate. Enamoured, bewitched, enthralled, infatuated, entranced. “No, love is truly inadequate, words are unable to describe the disease you have rooted within me.” She admitted further.
At this second admission from Wednesday, Enid pulled the other into a hug and clutched her tightly to her body, desperately tight. Wednesday found herself moulding against her, slowly bringing up her own arms to wrap around the other in a gentler embrace. “You make it sound awful.” Enid chuckled breathily into her ear.
“It is. For an Addams it is lifelong, you will not be rid of me easily.” Wednesday elaborated. “Not to say that I don’t welcome these feelings, it’s not nearly as agonising to deal with when it is shared between us.”
“Shockingly romantic of you to say.” Her wolf huffed a laugh. “You are also stuck with me.” She hugged her possessively, not allowing room between them.
The seer closed her eyes and inhaled, this was calming, enjoyable even. She couldn’t forget the feeling of Enid on her lips though, and already she desired more like she would water in a hot desert.
“It took you long enough though, Willa, I was about to make a much less romantic confession compared to yours!” Enid chuckled at her own expense.
“Unlikely. I would have reciprocated either way.” Wednesday had stated factually pulling away slightly to see Enid’s face once more. “Although, I hadn’t noticed signs of increased affection, other than you being constantly glued to me.” Making her observation. This renewed the girls blush, and she shook her head.
“Seriously? I literally scraped up, like, three pieces of roadkill in Jericho to give to you!” She huffed in exasperation.
Wednesday gaped at her, recalling the gifts. “That was you? I assumed it was Xavier trying to get me to talk to him again after he cast that infernal device onto me.” She actually smiled gently at Enid, as much as she usually did anyway. “Thank you.” She nuzzled the other.
Enid paused to look endearingly at Wednesday. “Okay, that may have been my fault for not labelling the boxes.” She mumbled. “So, are we like- you know, a thing now?”
The goth sighed gently. “I suppose we are.” She responded with faux reluctance. The werewolf immediately tackled her in an excessively tight hug and squealed. Yes, this felt painfully right, to fall in love with Enid.