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Wednesday Addams prided herself on her self-control. It took an iron will to maintain her aura of eerie composure, an unwavering dedication to detachment. Nothing could shake her. Not the grotesque horrors of the world, not the macabre, and certainly not—
Enid Sinclair.
At least, that had been the case before Enid had her werewolf transformation.
Now? Now, Enid was a problem. A fluffy, golden-haired, muscle-bound problem. And Wednesday was quickly realizing that Enid had absolutely no awareness of the fact that she had become the single greatest threat to Wednesday’s dignity.
It was just a touch , a simple, casual thing—Enid merely placed her hand on Wednesday’s shoulder, a friendly gesture, nothing malicious—
And Wednesday collapsed like a Victorian lady fainting in the summer heat.
Flat on her back, limbs spread like a crime scene outline, eyes wide with the absolute betrayal of her own body. She had been felled . By a hand .
“Wednesday?!” Enid yelped, immediately crouching beside her. “Are you okay?! What happened? Did I do that? Oh my gosh, are you dying?”
Wednesday stared at the ceiling, her entire brain buffering like an outdated operating system.
Her heart was racing. That was unacceptable .
Enid’s hand was still resting on her shoulder. Her—very large, very warm, absurdly strong—hand. The same hand that had sent Wednesday sprawling with the weight of a mere touch .
Her cheeks heated in what she absolutely refused to acknowledge as a blush.
“…I am fine,” she croaked, attempting to sit up with whatever scraps of dignity remained.
“You crashed ,” Enid stressed, hands now hovering in case Wednesday fell over again. “Like, bam , straight to the ground. Do I have super strength now? Can I suplex people? Oh my gosh, can I bench press you ?”
Wednesday scowled. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh c’mon, just once—”
“No.”
Enid pouted, then grinned. “Okay, fine. But seriously, what happened?”
Wednesday hesitated. She could either admit that Enid’s newfound physical presence had somehow bypassed her every defense, or she could lie.
…Lying was beneath her.
With great reluctance, she muttered, “It appears my body was… unprepared for your force .”
Enid blinked. “So, I did make you fall?”
“Unfortunately.”
There was a beat of silence. Then—
“Oh my gosh, you’re tiny now! You used to be able to stand up to me but now I just boop and you’re down!” Enid cackled, absolutely delighted. “This is the best day of my life.”
Wednesday glowered at her, but the heat in her cheeks had only grown worse. “You will do no such thing again.”
“Can’t make any promises,” Enid singsonged, flexing her bicep obnoxiously. “If you ever need me to carry you, just say the word. Actually, I might just do it anyway.”
To prove her point, Enid playfully flicked Wednesday’s forehead.
Wednesday toppled backward off the bench like a ragdoll.
Enid gasped. “Oh my gosh, I barely touched you! This is hilarious!”
Wednesday sat up, her expression a thunderstorm of irritation. “Control yourself.”
Enid wiggled her fingers ominously. “I don’t think I can . You’re like a tiny domino and I’m a big, unstoppable force. Boop —”
She poked Wednesday’s arm this time. Once again, Wednesday flinched as if struck by a bolt of lightning and nearly lost her balance. Her glare could have set Enid on fire.
“Enid Sinclair,” she hissed. “If you touch me again—”
“Oh, this is too good,” Enid laughed, clapping her hands. “I need to test something.”
Before Wednesday could react, Enid placed both hands on her shoulders and gave the tiniest push.
Wednesday flew back like she had been yeeted by a god .
Enid shrieked with laughter. “Oh my gosh, you weigh nothing ! I’m so sorry but also not really because this is amazing.”
Wednesday lay on the floor, seething. “You are insufferable .”
“And you’re my new favorite game,” Enid teased. “You’re like one of those fainting goats!”
Wednesday groaned, covering her face with her hands. This was going to be infuriating .
…But she couldn’t quite bring herself to hate it.
Gritting her teeth, Wednesday abruptly lunged at Enid, striking her square in the stomach with a well-placed fist.
Enid blinked. “…Did you just punch me?”
Wednesday’s scowl deepened. She had, in fact, just punched Enid— with precision, with force—and yet, Enid hadn’t even flinched. Not even a step back. It was like striking a brick wall covered in sunshine and fur.
“Unacceptable,” Wednesday muttered before attempting another hit—this time a swift jab to the ribs.
Nothing.
Enid’s grin only widened. “Oh my gosh, are you trying to fight me?”
Wednesday growled under her breath and aimed a low kick to sweep Enid’s legs from under her.eryyrewryrrrrrrrrrrr
Enid didn’t even budge.
“…This is humiliating,” Wednesday deadpanned, lowering her arms.
Enid cackled, nearly doubling over. “Oh my gosh, you’re so tiny and so weak now. I love this. Please keep trying.”
Wednesday huffed, crossing her arms. “I will not entertain your foolishness any longer.”
“Aw, c’mon,” Enid teased, reaching out and bonking Wednesday lightly on the head.
And, just like before, Wednesday crumpled to the ground instantly.
Enid gasped before absolutely losing it, falling onto her knees beside Wednesday in a fit of laughter. “You’re like a little action figure that just falls over when tapped! I love this.”
Wednesday, still on the ground, considered all possible ways to end Enid’s existence. But, seeing as she had just thrown her entire strength into her and barely made an impact, she instead opted for the only thing left within her power.
She sulked.
Enid, still giggling, leaned down and scooped Wednesday up into her arms effortlessly, cradling her like she weighed nothing at all. “Alright, tiny, I think that’s enough getting knocked over for one day.”
“I despise you,” Wednesday muttered, but she made no effort to move away.
Enid grinned, pressing a soft kiss to Wednesday’s forehead before nuzzling into her hair. “Love you too.”
Wednesday sighed. “You are lucky that I am tolerating this.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Enid said, tightening her hold. “Just let me cuddle you, scary girl.”
Wednesday closed her eyes, allowing herself to be held, just this once.
Wednesday still sulked.