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aiakuma · 2 years ago

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Why do I lowkey wanna end up with Wednesday.. BUT I ALSO WANT ENID-

Can I Be The One? • pt 2

— Wednesday Addams x Reader | Enid Sinclair x Reader

Summary: You are a cupid known for your ability to match people up, yet you have had trouble finding your own happy ending. After finally admitting your unreciprocated love for Wednesday, you decide to try to move on.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, angst, unrequited, one-sided, jealousy, love triangle (?).

Words: 4.9k

Note: I'm so sorry if the 'soon' took a month! 💀

→ Part 1 | Part 2

Wednesday watched with scorn as you hurried out of the Rave'N Ball. What could possibly be wrong with you? She asked herself, but her curiosity was too great to ignore.

She abruptly left Tyler mid-dance, not even bothering to give him an explanation, and followed after you.

Enid was excited to attend the Raven Ball, and she had put a lot of effort into her outfit and makeup. She was walking towards the entrance when someone accidentally bumped into her.

She turned around to see who it was, and to her surprise, it was you.

You mouthed an apology, but it seemed like you didn't recognize who you had bumped into.

"Y/N!" Enid shouted, hoping you would stop. However, you kept walking, leaving her no choice but to follow you.

Wednesday stood there, watching you go, her heels glued to the spot. Her thoughts were screaming at her.

Follow her.

She hears the silence in the deafening music, she feels the coldness in the warm air. She wishes she could reach out and touch you, to pull you back to her, to make you stay.

But her pride and stubbornness pushed back against her curiosity. She was too prideful to admit that she cared that much. She turned on her heels and walked away, ignoring the urge to follow you and Enid.

Enid called out to you again, and this time, you turned around. She saw that your eyes were bloodshot and swollen, as if you had been crying for hours.

She could feel the pain radiating from you, and she instinctively felt the need to comfort you. "What happened?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

You shook your head and said, "It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does matter," she insisted, matching her pace to yours. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened, Enid."

When you finally reached your dorm room, you hesitatingly opened the door, looking at Enid with a pained expression. "Is everything going to be alright?" Enid asked, concern and tenderness emanating from her voice.

"Yes, you should go back to the ball," you say, closing the door and leaving.

—

You lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind of any worries or thoughts.

You can't help but feel frustrated with yourself.

Why can't you just move on? Why do you keep hoping for something that will never happen?

You know that what you're feeling is unrequited, and yet there's this tiny little string that keeps pulling you in, making you hope that somehow, someway, she'll reciprocate your feelings one day.

But the fact of the matter is that you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak. You wish you could just turn off your feelings like flipping a switch, but it's not that simple.

Love is a strange and powerful thing, even for a cupid like you.

As the old saying goes, "love hurts," and you're the prime example of that.

If only you knew, back when you first began to fall for Wednesday, what love felt like, you never would have allowed yourself to become so wrapped up in your feelings.

It's clear now that you should have listened to your own advice to focus on yourself and not let your emotions control your life.

But here you are, lying in bed, wondering what could have been.

Still, you know you have to try to move on. You can't keep torturing yourself by dwelling on your feelings for Wednesday.

You're ready to face the challenges that come your way and to finally let go of the love that's been holding you back.

—

The soft light of the moon illuminated you as you perched on a branch, your wings and bow in hand.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you transformed into your child self. Your innocent, childlike appearance contrasted with the mature power you held in your hands.

The couples around you wandered aimlessly, unaware of the influence you wielded over their destinies.

You aimed your bow at the couple closest to you. With a steady hand, you let loose the arrow, sending it soaring towards the couple.

And then, in an instant, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

The couple's conversation, which had been so stilted before, suddenly flowed effortlessly. They laughed and joked as though they had known each other for years, and before long, they were walking side by side, deep in conversation, and completely focused on each other.

Satisfied with your work, you let out a contented sigh and returned your bow and arrows to their proper place. But in that same moment, a question arises.

Will you forever remain a spectator to the love stories you so expertly create? Or will there come a day when you, too, find the love you seek?

You finished up your work for the day and were ready to call it a night.

You flew to your dorm room at Nevermore, still in your child form. You landed on the balcony and opened the window, only to discover Enid opening the door with a book in her hands.

The two of you screamed in unison, and Enid immediately grabbed you, holding you up in the air.

"What the hell is a kid doing in here?" Enid demanded, carrying you around. "Put me down!" you exclaimed, causing you to transform into your recent form.

"Y/N??" Enid shouted, looking utterly shocked.

She quickly turned around and faced the wall, noticing that you were naked. "Get a pair of clothes!" she yelled, and you hurriedly dressed yourself.

You turned back to face Enid, still with your wings behind you and your bow at your side on the desk. "You can turn around now," you said, slightly embarrassed.

Enid turned around to look at you up and down. "You're...you're..." she stuttered, staring at your wings. "...an angel?" she asked, stepping closer to touch them, but you stepped backward awkwardly.

"Yeah, sort of," you admitted, still feeling embarrassed about revealing your true identity as a cupid to Enid.

"Sort of? What do you mean by 'sort of'?" she asked you, looking visibly confused. "I am a cupid," you said, feeling like you had to confess your secret to her.

Enid fell silent, watching you with intense interest. You just wanted to disappear into the ground.

"What are you doing here anyway?" You asked, breaking the tense silence between the two of you. "Wednesday told me to give these books to you...to help with your project," she explained, handing you some books about botany.

You cleared your throat, staring at the door, and Enid nodded before leaving.

Before she could exit the room, you reached out and grabbed her arm, turning her around to face you once more. "Please, don't tell this to anyone," you begged.

"Okay," Enid said simply, understanding the severity of the situation. You nodded before releasing your grip on her arm and watching as she left your dorm.

You took a moment to collect yourself before getting ready for bed, still feeling a little shaken by the events of the day.

You had just revealed your identity as a cupid to someone who was not a cupid, and you weren't sure if she would be able to keep your secret.

—

You entered the botany class and walked towards your usual seat. Wednesday was already sitting there, as if she had claimed it for herself.

Normally, you would have eagerly approached her and struck up a conversation, but you chose not to, and you decided to ignore her altogether. Maybe that was easier than dealing with her sharp tongue and dry sarcasm. She probably would have been rude anyway, so why bother?

You looked around for an alternative place to sit. You caught Enid's eyes, her empty seat next to her was a welcome invitation. Hesitant but eager for some form of human interaction, you made your way over to Enid and sat down beside her.

Once the lesson began, Enid leaned into your ear, her hair tickling your skin. She whispered in her hushed voice, which echoed in your ears, "So...how does it feel being a cupid?"

You instinctively shushed her, worried that someone might have heard your secret. After looking in all directions to ensure no one was listening in, you replied, "Don't ask questions like that." Enid nodded as you continued, "And don't ever ask that again either."

You rolled your eyes, your annoyance now growing, and pulled out your notebook, determined simply to focus on your work.

However, while you tried to ignore Wednesday, you didn't realize that she was watching you out of the corner of her eye. Her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be trying to understand why you were avoiding her.

—

You sigh as Enid bombards you with question after question. She has been asking you a lot of questions about your abilities and life as a cupid since she discovered you are one.

One day, while walking through the quad, Enid approached you with a smile on her face and asked, "Have you ever accidentally shot the wrong person with your arrow? I mean, it would be super awkward if you shot one into someone's eye by accident! You do have good aim, right...?"

Later that day, Enid approached you again in the hallway and asked another question, "Can you shoot your arrows at other emotions besides love? Like, would you shoot an arrow at someone who is really angry and make them chill out?"

Enid's questions didn't stop there. In the fencing class, she asks you yet another question, "What's the weirdest place you've ever shot one of your arrows? I know that love can happen anywhere, but seriously... inside a volcano?"

Her questions just made you wish that Enid didn't find out your secret, "Is it true that cupids make a 'ping!' sound when they fire their arrows? I'm just imagining a huge cupid battle with love arrows flying everywhere, and all you can hear is 'ping, ping, ping...'"

"Enid, stop." You close the book you were reading and turn to face her.

She sits up on the bed, her legs still folded beneath her, and leans forward with a smile on her face. "Sorry, but there are just so many questions I want to ask.”

You shake your head, feeling a little bit exasperated but also amused by her childlike sense of wonder. "Alright, go ahead then," you say, not wanting to ruin her fun completely.

Her last question makes you tense up a little bit. "Do cupids ever accidentally shoot their arrows at themselves? I heard that a cupid can fall in love with a human.. do you think that's true?!"

But before you could answer, Wednesday walked into the room. She looked at you up and down, seemingly surprised to see you there, before sitting down at her desk and pulling out her typewriter.

You and Enid both looked at each other awkwardly, unsure of what to do now that Wednesday was in the room.

Realizing that things might get sticky, you decide to make an excuse. "Excuse me, Enid. I think I forgot to do something," you said, standing up from the floor.

Enid looked up at you, surprised. "Oh, really? What did you forget to do?"

You hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing lie. "Well, I think I left something important in my room."

Enid shrugged. "Alright. See you later."

You take one last glance at Wednesday's back, a feeling of unease making its way up your spine.

As you continued to walk away from Enid's room, you found yourself deep in thought.

"Do cupids ever accidentally shoot their arrows at themselves? I heard that a cupid can fall in love with a human."

The memory of your conversation with Enid remained on your mind like a pesky tick that refused to let go. The more you tried to push it away, the more it echoed in your thoughts, tormenting you like a dark cloud on a clear day.

You reflected back on the story of Cupid and Psyche, where the god of love also fell in love with a beautiful mortal woman.

As a Cupid yourself, it's ironic that you're the one who now feels like the mythological princess Psyche, struggling to move on from your unrequited love for Wednesday.

She, too, had fallen in love with a being who was out of her reach. You too have fallen in love with someone who seems untouchable and unattainable, and now you find yourself struggling to move on from that person, even as you feel the pull of their presence in your heart.

You spent countless nights tossing and turning in your bed, imagining what it would be like to hold Wednesday in your arms, to run your fingers through her midnight-black hair, and to stare into her soulful dark eyes.

But even as you longed for Wednesday's love, you couldn't help but wonder if you were just deluding yourself, chasing after something that could never be.

After all, Wednesday was a dark, mysterious person whose heart was hidden behind a wall of ice and iron.

How could you hope to melt such a heart, to win her love and make her yours, when you could barely even understand her yourself?

You wondered if the gods were playing a cruel joke on you, a modern-day Psyche who was destined to suffer the pangs of unrequited love, forever bound to an ideal that was beyond your grasp.

—

Later that week, while working on your joint project in Wednesday's dorm room, you only talked to Enid. You didn't try to make conversation with Wednesday, knowing that it would be too tempting to slip back into your old patterns.

You tried to finish your project as quickly as possible so that you wouldn't have to spend any more time around Wednesday.

The next day, you and Wednesday's project were the first ones turned in, and you received an A from Ms. Thornhill. From that day on, you made it a point to avoid Wednesday as much as possible.

For the first week, you intentionally avoided making eye contact with Wednesday, unsure of what might happen if you did.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and you found yourself slowly growing used to the idea of not having any contact with Wednesday.

It wasn't easy at first, but the more time passed, the easier it became, and you found yourself no longer feeling the need to turn back when she walked past you in the hallway.

You felt no nervousness when she sat opposite you at the table. And you didn't get swept away by her eyes when you occasionally made eye contact with her.

Your relationship with Enid grew stronger, and you spent more and more time together.

Wednesday became an afterthought, fading into the background of your life. While you never forgot what she looked like, you stopped caring about her, content to live a fulfilling life without her.

—

You and Yoko watched in awe as Wednesday and Bianca sparred in the fencing court. As usual, both of them were evenly matched, exchanging blow after blow with precision and power. It was one of the many reasons you enjoyed this particular fencing class so much.

Your friend turned to you and asked, "Do you still like Wednesday?”

You shook your head. "No, not anymore."

Yoko messed up your hair playfully, saying, "Finally! You've moved on from that witch."

"Don't call her that."

Yoko tilted her head to the side and asked, "But I thought you didn't like her anymore?"

"She's my friend, Yoko," you continued, feeling a hint of irritation at her dismissive attitude towards one of the few people you really cared about.

SPLAT! A stream of blood ran down Wednesday's cheek, and Bianca smirked at her mischievously. "Got distracted, Wednesday?" she taunted.

Wednesday chose to ignore her and instead focus on her fencing technique.

Yoko's eyes wandered off, and she said, "Don't worry, there's always someone around there. You probably just didn't know." You were so engrossed in your conversation with your friend that you didn't notice she had been eyeing Enid.

"And who is that someone? Is it you, Yoko? Never!", you said, chuckling.

Yoko lightly punched your arm. "Rude!"

"Y/N! Go help Wednesday!" Coach Vlad called you out, causing you to snap out of your conversation. "What? Uh, right away!" You rushed over to her side and followed Wednesday into the infirmary.

Wednesday stood in the middle of the dimly lit infirmary, the sting of her wound pulsating with each heartbeat.

As if sensing her discomfort, someone entered the room. She sighed, expecting to see Coach Vlad, but instead, it was just you.

"Leave," Wednesday said flatly, refusing to turn around. She didn't need your pity, and your presence was only making her feel more vulnerable. "I don't need your help," Wednesday said, her voice laced with anger. "I can take care of myself."

You took another step towards Wednesday, the medical kit in your hand, your fingers trembling. "But Coach Vlad wanted me to help-"

She turned around to face you. "I don't care what Coach Vlad wants," Wednesday shot back, her voice rising. "I can handle my own wounds. I don't need you or anyone else."

You sighed, feeling a lump in your throat. "But I-"

"But nothing," Wednesday said, her voice cutting you off. She stepped toward you, so close that you could feel her breath on your skin. "I don't need your help. I don't need you."

You felt your heart sink into your stomach. You tried to say something, anything, but the words caught in your throat.

"Why do you care anyway?" Wednesday spat, her patience wearing thin.

"Because I am your friend," you immediately replied, clutching your fist.

"You're not," Wednesday said, her voice quiet but no less devastating. "You're just someone I sat next to in botany class. Someone I'm partnered with for a stupid project." She scoffed, as if the idea of your friendship was hilarious.

You felt yourself grow defensive, your fists clenching and unclenching. You want to hurt her just like she's hurting you right now.

The words flowed out of your mouth before you could even think about them, as if they were from a part of you that was tired of being dismissed and ignored. "I wish I hadn't met you.”

Wednesday's face crumpled for a second, as if she were taken aback by your sudden outburst.

Before she could respond, you spun on your heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you so hard that it shook the walls of the infirmary.

Comeback.

There she stood, frozen to the spot once again. The words she wants to say and the actions she wants to take are all but locked inside a prison she can't escape.

It's almost like a twisted game of freeze tag, where she is frozen in place while the clock ticks away, and the only thing she's able to do is watch.

—

"Are you okay?" Enid asks as she approaches you, and you let out a heavy sigh. She looks at you sympathetically, knowing that something must be wrong.

Despite wanting to lie, it's already obvious you're not. "I'm not," you replied, feeling a little awkward.

She pauses for a second, clearly debating whether or not to continue pressing the matter. In the end, she decides to drop it. "I know something that will put you in a better mood," she says with a small smile on her face.

"Oh, really? What is it?" you ask as you walk alongside her away from the infirmary.

"Yoko...refused to go out with me on a movie date," she admits, fidgeting with her hands. "I wanted to ask you out instead."

You pause mid-stride and cross your arms, a playful smirk forming on your face. "So, I'm your second choice, then?" you teased her, trying to lighten the mood.

"No! Not at all," Enid says immediately, and then she groans, realizing the impression the earlier statements may have given off. "I meant to ask you first, but Yoko asked who the ticket was for, and I lied and said it was for her, and she refused, which actually made me... happy that.. she refused," she explains, her tone turning sheepish.

You can't help but chuckle at her awkwardness, even as your own feelings of sadness and frustration creep up on you. "Well, in that case, I'll meet you outside the school."

Enid squeals with delight at your proposal and gives you a tight hug, which catches you off guard. "Really? I-" she starts, but before she can continue, she quickly removes her arms from around you and takes a step back, her mind racing as she tries to not make the situation even more awkward than it already is.

She realizes what she did, and her already red face turns even scarlet as she says, "I'm sorry... I'll meet you there. Bye!" With that, she waves you off and hurries away, leaving you to process what just happened while trying not to smile.

—

You waited outside the Nevermore School grounds, patiently scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. As the silence grew heavier, a faint sound of footsteps echoed towards you from beyond the gate.

"Y/N!" Enid exclaimed as she eagerly rushed to your side, her steps growing slightly unsteady. "Oh no, sorry, I'm a little bit... uh, it took me forever to find something to wear." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"It's totally fine," you reassure. "You look gorgeous, as always."

You failed to notice how her cheeks became even redder. "Thank you! You're too kind."

You turned to resume your walk, and Enid easily fell into stride beside you. "So, where should we head to watch a movie? Last I checked, Jericho doesn't have a cinema.." you asked, glancing down at her.

"Don't worry, it's not a problem. We can head out to Burlington, it'll be fun!"

You frowned, a feeling of uneasiness rising inside you. "Out of town..?" you repeated, eyeing her warily. "Is that even allowed? It's dangerous out there."

"No one's gonna know, we'll be fine. Trust me!" Enid snorted, tossing her head back with a carefree chuckle.

"C'mon! We're going to have an adventure!" she added, taking your hand and dragging you along with her.

—

"Popcorn?" you ask her with a subtle smile as you stand in line at the counter. Enid takes a minute to think about her order, furrowing her brow. "Ummm..." she starts, and you think she's going to take forever to decide. "Can we get the cheese flavor?" You nod and order two large bags of popcorn.

You made your way to the theater entrance, showing your tickets to the attendant. Enid grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, pointing to the time on the board. "Hurry, we don't want to miss the start!" She laughs, not realizing she's causing you to drop a few pieces of popcorn on the floor.

You followed her, noting how she'd already eaten half of her popcorn, even though the movie hadn't even started yet.

Inside the theater, the darkness and coldness are a sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere. The only light is coming from the big screen up front and the theater is filled with people chatting and eating their snacks.

Enid spots your seats and eagerly guides you towards them, still chowing down on her popcorn. "This is one of my favorites!" she remarked, popping a piece into her mouth.

"I'm glad you like it," you said with a smile, taking a bite of yours. "But aren't you worried about getting your hands all greasy before the movie starts?"

She shrugged. "That's part of the fun! Nothing beats greasy popcorn and a good movie. And I can't wait to see what we're in for tonight." You noticed how she's already finished her popcorn and is now starting to munch on yours.

You chuckle and pull it away from the eager Enid, but not before letting her have another piece.

As the movie starts, you become transfixed by it, completely forgetting about Enid sitting on her side. However, as she laughs at the jokes with you and you catch her looking at you multiple times, you start to wonder what's up with her.

The movie reaches its romantic climax. You turn towards Enid, ready to say something witty, when you catch her staring at you again. Her eyes are shining, illuminated by the glow of the cinema lights.

You notice her gaze. She's already looking right at you, and she realizes she's been staring at you for who knows how long. Her cheeks heat up with blush, and she quickly turns around, hoping no one notices the intensity of her admiration.

But the damage is already done. She can feel her heart pounding furiously against her ribs.

"I-I think..." she stammers. "There's cheese on the side of your mouth," she said, trying to cover the redness on her face.

You placed your hand on the armrest and felt Enid's pinky finger brush against yours. It was as if there was a string attached to your finger, pulling you closer and closer to hers.

You're not sure what's happening, but you feel a warmth in your chest. You take a deep breath and gently interlace your fingers with hers, feeling the warmth of her touch.

You didn't quite understand it—this feeling that you had never felt before. But what you did know was that you were willing to let yourself fall, to let yourself be vulnerable, and to let yourself love.

—

"Wow, that was definitely an experience!" you say with a smirk as you walk out of the cinema.

"I know, right?" She nods in agreement, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she recalls the silly, romantic moments from the film you both watched. "It was kind of cheesy, but it was also..." Enid pauses for a second, searching for the right words.

"Cute," you finish for her with a smile. "Exactly," Enid says, nodding enthusiastically.

Once you reach the street, Enid stops suddenly, turning to face you. She looks into your eyes as if she’s trying to communicate something to you. You have no idea what she could possibly be thinking.

“That… was amazing." You nod in agreement, feeling grateful for the experience you just shared. “Let’s do it again sometime,” you say, your tone earnest.

Enid's cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and she looks down for a moment before meeting your gaze once again. "Yeah," she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips

"Let's go buy something." She points to the jewelry store across the street.

You walk inside the shop and find a plethora of colorful bracelets and other accessories.

"Wow, it’s so beautiful!” Enid exclaims, looking around in wonder. “I’ll just get something for me real quick,” she says, waving her hand dismissively as she heads off to the back of the store.

You’re left standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by a flurry of bracelets and other accessories.

After a few minutes, Enid turns to you with a frustrated expression on her face. "I can't find what's right for me," she says, looking around intently.

You take the initiative and start searching for something suitable. As you wander around, you stumble upon a pastel-colored bracelet with subtle beads. You grab it and hold it up to the light. The colors shimmer in the golden glare.

"This is more you," you say, looking Enid straight in the eyes. She moves her wrist closer, and you slip the bracelet on.

"See? It suits you!" you say, checking the bracelet on Enid’s wrist. "Yeah, it does, thank you." But that’s not all, Enid seems to have something up her sleeve as she continues,

"Oh, I also have one for you!" and hands it to you. The bracelet is the color of your favorite, and you can’t help but smile at the thought. "Wow, it’s so cute!" you say, checking out the bracelet on your wrist.

—

Enid lay down on her bed, clutching the bracelet to her chest. "It's so perfect!" she gushed, showing Wednesday her wrist.

Wednesday raises an eyebrow and looks at Enid with disgust. "Oh, great, Y/N's been filling your head with her nonsense."

"It's not nonsense!" She protests indignantly, her voice getting louder by the second. "Y/N and I went out and saw this jewelry shop, and she picked this up for me."

"and we went on to watch a movie.. and, oh, we held hands!" Enid suddenly blurted out, lying down on her bed with her bracelet in hand, like it was her lifeline.

Wednesday's typewriter stopped mid-sentence, and she turned to look at Enid, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, 'we held hands'? What are you talking about, Enid?"

"I mean Y/N and I! Like this!" She clasped her hands together, showing Wednesday how. "It's so, so amazing, I don't know what to say!"

Wednesday stares at her blankly before turning back to her typewriter.

Her fingers hit the keys so hard that it sounded like she was bashing the machine, but still, she typed with such intensity that it seemed as though she was releasing all of her emotions onto the page.

She felt a burning sensation in her chest that she had never experienced before.

The typewriter groans beneath the force of her typing.

As Wednesday entered the gates of Nevermore Academy, she swore she would never lose herself to love like the rest of her weak-minded peers.

The mere thought of allowing her emotions to make decisions for her felt disgusting, and she promised herself she would not fall into the same trap as everyone else.

She was the only one in control of her own destiny, and she was determined to keep it that way.

But, of course, things rarely go according to plan.

Why did her heart race at the thought of you? Why did Enid's stories of your date make her blood boil with jealousy? Why did the idea of you with someone else feel like a knife to her heart?

Her friend, Enid, just couldn't stop herself from talking about her recent date with you.

Her constant chatter was like a knife being driven into Wednesday’s heart, a knife that slowly but surely started to tear it apart. Enid's words were like poison, poisoning her mind and making her feel a strange pain in her chest.

It was like she was being physically stabbed with a thousand knives, each one causing her pain that was so great that she couldn't even bear it.

This insufferable feeling threatened to tear her chest open.

She kept typing furiously on her typewriter, the buttons clacking against her fingers with each frantic stroke. She typed and typed, writing and rewriting, trying to capture the emotions that were running wild in her head.

The sound of the keys clicking away like the tapping of a reaper's scythe, the sound of death itself, drowns out Enid's endless chatter about her date with you.

She finally stood up and threw her pile of papers at the wall.

"What's wrong?" Enid asked, trying not to laugh.

"You're what's wrong," Wednesday snarled back. "You and your stupid dating story." She turned back to her typewriter, determined to put her feelings into words, even if it killed her.

How could she, Wednesday Addams, feel such a pathetic emotion? It was a mystery to her, one she feared she would never solve.

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fanartsandstuff · 9 months ago

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I just love ao3 authors

We live in a beautiful era of people not giving a single fuck

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teaaagan · 1 year ago

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Sauce

Y/N: can you get some laundry detergent on the way back, hon?

Enid: laundry detergent?

Y/N: you know, the liquid you pour into a washing machine

Enid: OH you mean laundry sauce

Wednesday, utterly disgusted: what the fuck

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wednesdayincorrectquotespt · 2 years ago

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Enid: Next question. You’re into Y/n.

Wednesday: That’s not a question.

Enid: So you agree, it’s a fact.

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paxtito · 5 months ago

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fire and the thud.

pairings: wednesday x fem!reader

word count: 7683

warnings: smut, 18+. knives, grave digging, swearing, wednesday almost kills someone, fingering, kissing, lesbian sex (all characters are 18+)

summary: your mother, larissa, was good friends with morticia back in their days at nevermore. when you and wednesday were born, you were practically attached to the hip. but, your father wanted you to live with him for a while, leaving you and wednesday without contact until now. you’d come back from visiting your father in england to find that wednesday had been enrolled at nevermore.

a/n: this fanfic has really been through some shit, changed the title and outcome so many times but i’ve finally settled on this. apologies in advance for any errors and also the length

MASTERLIST

The heavy oak doors of Nevermore creak as you push them open, the familiar scent of old wood and faint lavender filling your senses. The school looks almost exactly the same as when you left it—high arches, dark stone corridors, the peculiar, warm-yet-foreboding atmosphere that clings to every corner. You never expected to be back so soon, certainly not so suddenly, but here you are. And it feels strange, like returning to some half-forgotten dream.

You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, peering around the entrance hall. Somewhere above, the great clock ticks in its steady, methodical rhythm, echoing faintly down the halls. You’re looking for your mom, the Headmistress herself, but she’s nowhere in sight just yet. You smirk a little, wondering if she’s busy welcoming another batch of outcasts to her beloved school, as she likes to call them.

Then you hear footsteps, a soft, deliberate sound against the stone floor, and look up—freezing for just a second as your gaze lands on her.

Wednesday stands there, her face as pale and expressionless as ever, eyes watching you with an intensity you remember all too well. She hasn’t changed one bit, from the dark braids draped over her shoulders to the sharp, calculating gaze that seems to see right through you. She’s grown older, of course, taller maybe, but she’s exactly as you remember.

And you’d know her anywhere. After all, you practically grew up together—your mother, Larissa, and Morticia Addams were ‘best friends’ back in their Nevermore days. Some might say the two were as different as night and day, yet there was always a bond there, something that brought them back to each other despite the odds. And that bond, somehow, extended to you and Wednesday, two kids who had little choice but to spend time together while their mothers reconnected over tea and half-whispered memories of the past.

You take a hesitant step forward, feeling a strange swirl of nostalgia and nerves rise in your chest. “Wednesday?”

She tilts her head, her dark eyes assessing you coolly. “Back from England already?” Her voice is calm, as if no time has passed at all, like she’s still the same stoic, blunt child you remember.

“Surprise,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart is pounding.

There’s a moment of silence, charged with the weight of all the years you’ve been apart, and yet, something about it feels natural, like slipping back into an old habit.

“You look… different,” she says finally, her gaze sharp as ever as she sizes you up. “Taller.”

“So do you,” you reply, then add with a faint grin, “Except the taller part.”

She narrows her eyes at you in a way that only Wednesday could, but it’s almost… fond. “If I remember correctly, I was always the smarter one. Height is irrelevant.”

“Glad to see your sense of humor hasn’t improved,” you shoot back, grinning. It’s strange how quickly the old rhythm returns between you both, the teasing, the barbs exchanged without any real bite. It’s as if no time has passed at all.

Wednesday raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Your sense of humor has certainly deteriorated during your time abroad."

You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Maybe I just needed to be back among the living dead to rediscover it."

She snorts softly, the sound oddly endearing coming from her usually stoic demeanor. "I suppose being back at Nevermore will do that to a person."

As you stand there trading barbs, you can't help but let your gaze wander over her. She's still as pale as ever, her dark hair braided tightly against her skull. But there's a new edge to her, a sharpness that wasn't there before. It's in the set of her jaw, the way she holds herself with a quiet confidence that demands attention without saying a word.

"So," you say, breaking the silence that has fallen between you. "What have you been up to since I left? Still perfecting your taxidermy skills?"

A ghost of a smile flits across her lips. "Among other things. But some secrets are best kept buried."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Fair enough. I suppose I've got a few of my own to keep under wraps."

She tilts her head, studying you with those dark, penetrating eyes. "I'm sure you do. Though I must admit, I'm curious to hear about your adventures in the land of the living."

You shrug, trying to play it off as no big deal. "Not much to tell, really. Just your standard boring English school life.”

She arches an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Somehow, I doubt that."

You sigh dramatically. "Fine, you got me. It wasn't all bad. Made some friends, learned a few things. But nothing compared to the excitement of Nevermore."

A genuine smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "I'm glad to hear it. It would be a shame if you'd gone soft during your time away."

—

A few days have passed since your sudden return to Nevermore, and you're still adjusting to the odd juxtaposition of the familiar and the foreign. The school itself hasn't changed much, but you're older now, seeing it through different eyes. And then there's Wednesday, who seems to be everywhere you turn, her dark eyes following you like a specter.

It's late afternoon, and you're wandering through the grounds, trying to clear your head after a particularly dull history lecture. The air is crisp, the leaves crunching under your feet as you make your way towards an old oak tree.

As you approach, you see a figure already seated against the trunk, long legs stretched out, head bent over a book. Even from a distance, you recognize the shock of dark hair, the pale skin. Wednesday looks up as you draw near, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your approach.

"I thought I might find you here," you say, settling yourself onto the ground beside her.

She doesn't move, just continues to stare at you, her gaze unreadable. "Did you?"

You shrug, plucking a leaf from the ground and twirling it between your fingers. "Call it intuition."

She watches the leaf spin for a moment before speaking. "I've been thinking about that day. The day you left."

You freeze, the leaf falling forgotten to the ground. You've tried not to think about that day too much, the way it felt to leave Wednesday behind, to step into a world that didn't understand you the way she did.

"Yeah?" you say, keeping your voice carefully neutral.

She nods, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "I remember standing at the window of my room, watching your car disappear into the distance. I remember thinking that I wouldn't see you again."

A lump forms in your throat, but you swallow it down. "And now here I am."

She turns to look at you then, her gaze intense. "Yes, here you are. But you're different. Older. Changed."

She falls silent then, her eyes drifting back to the distant horizon. You can see the tension in her jaw, the way her hands clench around the book in her lap. It's clear that whatever she's thinking, it's weighing on her.

Finally, she speaks, her voice low and steady. "I know we haven't spoken much since you returned. But I want you to know that... I'm glad you're back, Y/N."

The words catch you off guard, and you blink, trying to process them. Wednesday isn't exactly known for her emotional outpourings, and hearing her say those words feels... significant. Important.

Wednesday's words hang in the air between you, weighty and profound. You can feel the sincerity behind them, the depth of emotion that she usually keeps tightly locked away. It's a side of her that few people get to see, and you feel a rush of warmth in your chest at the thought that she trusts you enough to share it with you.

"I'm glad too," you say softly, meeting her gaze. "Gladder than I ever thought I'd be."

She looks away then, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks. It's a rare sight, and you can't help but smile at the sight of it.

“Cute.”

Wednesday's blush deepens at your comment, and she shoots you a sharp glare. "I am not cute," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "Don't ever call me that again."

You hold up your hands in mock surrender, trying to keep the grin off your face. "Sorry, sorry. I meant 'formidable' or 'intimidating'. Those are much better descriptions of you, I'm sure."

She narrows her eyes at you, but there's a hint of something else in her gaze - a glimmer of amusement, perhaps, or maybe just a touch of affection. "You'd better believe it," she mutters, but there's no real bite to her words.

You settle back against the trunk of the tree, stretching your legs out in front of you. "So, what's new with you? Any exciting murder mysteries or occult rituals I should know about?"

Wednesday rolls her eyes, but there's a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Wouldn't you like to know? I'm afraid my secrets are safe with me."

"Damn," you sigh, feigning disappointment. "And here I thought we were friends."

She snorts softly, nudging you with her elbow. "We are friends, Y/N. But even friends have limits."

You grin at her, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest at the casual familiarity of the gesture. "Fair enough. I suppose I can respect that."

For a while, you sit in comfortable silence, watching the play of light through the leaves overhead. It's peaceful, in a way - just the two of you, lost in your own thoughts, content in each other's presence.

Wednesday's eyes drift shut for a moment, her face tilted towards the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above. There's a softness to her features that you rarely see, a vulnerability that she only shows when she thinks no one is looking.

She's always been like that - guarded, cautious, quick to put up walls to keep people out. But with you, she lets her guard down just a little. It's a privilege, really, to be trusted with this side of her.

You watch her, committing every detail to memory. The way her dark lashes cast shadows on her pale cheeks, the slight parting of her lips as she breathes in the crisp autumn air.

A breeze rustles the leaves above, and Wednesday's eyes flutter open, fixing you with a questioning gaze. "What are you looking at?" she asks, her voice low and suspicious.

You shake your head, grinning. "Nothing. Just enjoying the scenery."

She narrows her eyes, but there's no real anger behind it. "You're strange, Y/N. You always have been."

"And you love it," you tease, nudging her back with your shoulder.

She doesn't deny it, just shrugs and turns her attention back to the book in her lap. But you can see the hint of a smile on her lips, the way her shoulders relax just a fraction.

It's in moments like these that you realize just how much you've missed her, how much a part of your life she's always been. And as you sit there, side by side beneath the old oak tree, you can't help but feel a sense of rightness, of belonging.

Whatever the future holds, whatever challenges lie ahead, you know that you'll face them together. You and Wednesday, the odd couple, the misfits, the outcasts. Together, you can weather any storm.

“Remember our little grave digging rendezvous? There’s an abandoned graveyard in the woods… Could pay it a visit tonight.”

Wednesday's head snaps up at your suggestion, her dark eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, she just stares at you, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

"I thought you'd never ask," she purrs, her voice low and conspiratorial.

You can't help but grin at her enthusiastic response. "Thought you might be too busy with your taxidermy collection to spare a night for some good old-fashioned grave robbing."

She rolls her eyes, but there's a glint of amusement in her gaze. "Please. Taxidermy is a hobby, grave robbing is a lifestyle."

You laugh, shaking your head in mock disbelief. "Of course it is. I don't know why I even asked."

Wednesday leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Meet me at midnight by the old stone wall. Don't be late."

—

The sun has long since set by the time you make your way to the rendezvous point, the old stone wall looming ominously in the darkness. You can feel the chill in the air, the way it seeps into your bones and makes your breath mist in the night. It's the perfect weather for a little grave robbing, you muse to yourself, a wicked grin tugging at your lips.

As you approach the wall, you see a familiar figure waiting for you in the shadows. Wednesday is leaning against the stone, her dark hair a stark contrast against the gray of the wall. She's wearing all black, as usual, her pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Right on time," she says as you draw near, her voice low and teasing. "I was beginning to think you'd chickened out."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Please. Like that would ever happen."

She pushes off the wall, falling into step beside you as you make your way towards the woods.

The forest looms ahead, an impenetrable wall of darkness that seems to swallow the moonlight whole. Wednesday leads the way, her steps sure and confident even in the pitch black. You follow close behind, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

As you venture deeper into the woods, the air grows colder, damper. The trees seem to press in around you, their branches reaching out like grasping fingers. You can feel the weight of the forest, the way it seems to pulse with a life of its own.

After what feels like an eternity, you break through the treeline and into a small clearing. Before you lies the graveyard, a jumble of crumbling headstones and weathered crypts. The place has an eerie stillness to it, as if the very air is holding its breath.

Wednesday grins at you, her eyes glinting with a manic light. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise," she says, gesturing grandly at the graveyard.

You stare at the graveyard, your heart racing. The crumbling headstones and weathered crypts seem to loom menacingly in the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the overgrown grass. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched.

Wednesday seems oblivious to your unease, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she surveys the graveyard. "Isn't it beautiful?" she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "All this history, all these stories, just waiting to be uncovered."

You swallow hard, trying to muster up some of her enthusiasm. "Sure," you manage, your voice coming out a little higher pitched than you intended. "Beautiful."

Wednesday turns to you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Come on, Y/N. Where's your sense of adventure? This is what we've always dreamed of, isn't it? A chance to get our hands dirty, to delve into the unknown?"

You nod, trying to convince yourself as much as her. "You speak like a poet."

Wednesday grins at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Poetry is for the weak. I prefer the prose of the macabre."

She strides forward, her boots crunching on the dead leaves littering the ground. You hurry to keep up, your heart pounding in your chest as you weave between the headstones. Some are little more than crumbled ruins, the names and dates long since eroded away. Others stand tall and proud, their epitaphs still legible in the moonlight.

As you make your way deeper into the graveyard, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and you whirl around, half expecting to see some ghostly figure lurking in the shadows. But there's nothing there, just the endless rows of graves stretching out before you.

Wednesday, meanwhile, seems completely at ease. She moves through the graveyard like a cat, her steps silent and sure. Every so often, she pauses to examine a particularly interesting headstone, running her fingers over the engraved letters as if trying to read the secrets of the dead.

"Look at this one," she says, gesturing to a large, ornate tomb. "Elias Crane, died 1847. Apparently, he was a wealthy businessman. But rumor has it, he made his fortune through less than savory means."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "Such as?"

Wednesday leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Grave robbing. Body snatching. All the things respectable society frowns upon."

You can't help but grin at that. "Sounds like our kind of guy."

Wednesday nods, a wicked glint in her eye. "Exactly. I bet he's got some fascinating stories buried with him."

You put your backpack down, pulling out a plastic spade, one that is obviously meant for kids at the beach.

Wednesday's eyes widen as you pull out the child's spade, a mix of amusement and disappointment crossing her face. "Really, Y/N? A plastic shovel? I was expecting something a bit more... professional."

She reaches into her own bag, pulling out a sleek, black shovel that looks like it could double as a weapon. "This is how you do grave robbing.”

She strides over to the nearest grave, kneeling down beside the headstone. You hurry to follow, your plastic spade feeling woefully inadequate in comparison.

"Alright, let's see what secrets Mr. Crane is hiding," Wednesday murmurs, plunging her shovel into the soft earth.

You do the same, your spade making a hollow 'thunk' as it hits the ground. Wednesday shoots you a look, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

“My shovel is cuter.”

Wednesday snorts, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Cuter? Really? We're going for aesthetics over functionality here?"

She shakes her head, but there's no real annoyance in her voice. If anything, she seems even more excited by the challenge.

"Alright then, Y/N. Let's see what you can do with that adorable little spade of yours."

With that, she plunges her own shovel into the ground, the blade slicing through the earth with a satisfying thud. You follow suit, your plastic spade making a far less impressive noise as it scrapes against the dirt.

For a while, the only sound is the steady rhythm of shoveling, punctuated by the occasional grunt of effort. Wednesday moves with a practiced ease, her movements efficient and precise. You, on the other hand, quickly find yourself winded, your arms burning with the unfamiliar exertion.

"Come on, Y/N," Wednesday calls over her shoulder, a teasing lilt to her voice. "Put some muscle into it. We're not here to dig a hole for a potted plant."

You grit your teeth, redoubling your efforts. Slowly, painfully, the hole begins to take shape, the walls of the grave yawning open like a hungry mouth.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Wednesday, marveling at the way she seems so completely in her element. Her pale skin glows in the moonlight, and there's a fierce determination in her eyes that takes your breath away.

"Watch it!" Wednesday yells suddenly, and you jerk back just in time to avoid smacking your shovel against hers. You stare down into the hole, which is now deep enough for you to stand in. The wooden coffin lies below, its surface covered in a layer of dirt and debris.

Wednesday tosses her shovel aside, dropping to her knees beside the grave. She runs her hands over the coffin, tracing the intricate carvings that adorn its surface.

Wednesday's eyes shine with excitement as she runs her hands over the ancient wood, tracing the intricate carvings etched into its surface. The coffin is clearly old, the once-polished finish now dulled by centuries of exposure to the elements.

"Look at this craftsmanship," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "They just don't make them like this anymore."

You peer into the grave, your heart hammering in your chest. The idea of what lies inside the coffin is both thrilling and terrifying, a reminder of the fragility of life and the inevitability of death.

Wednesday seems oblivious to your apprehension, her attention focused solely on the task at hand. She pulls a small crowbar from her bag, wedging it between the lid of the coffin and its frame. With a grunt of effort, she pries the lid open, the ancient wood groaning in protest.

The smell that wafts up from the coffin is overwhelming - the cloying scent of decay, of earth and rot. You gag, stepping back from the edge of the grave. But Wednesday seems unaffected, leaning forward to peer inside.

"Well, well," she breathes, a note of excitement in her voice. "Looks like our friend Elias is still with us."

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to look into the coffin. The body inside is little more than a skeleton, clad in the tattered remains of a funeral suit. The flesh has long since rotted away, leaving only bones and a few scraps of leathery skin.

Wednesday reaches into the coffin, her slender fingers brushing against the yellowed bones. She lifts out a human femur, examining it with a critical eye.

"Fascinating," she murmurs, turning the bone over in her hands. "Look at the way the marrow cavity has collapsed. That suggests a prolonged period of exposure to the elements."

She carefully places the bone back inside the coffin, her expression thoughtful.

You just blink, unsure of what to do now. “Well, that was exhilarating.” You mutter, sarcasm etched in your tone.

The moonlight filters through the trees, casting an eerie glow over the graveyard. Wednesday turns to you, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. "What's the matter, Y/N? Not quite the thrill you were hoping for?"

You can't help but smirk back at her, despite the unsettling nature of your surroundings. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm just not cut out for the macabre after all."

Wednesday scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Don't be ridiculous. You're the one who suggested this little adventure in the first place."

You shrug, trying to project a nonchalance you don't quite feel. "I may have gotten carried away. But hey, at least we found something interesting, right?"

Wednesday's gaze lingers on you, her expression softening slightly. "Yeah, I guess so. Though I'm not sure what we're going to do with Elias now."

You glance back at the open coffin, a shiver running down your spine. "Maybe we should put him back? Seems only right, considering we disturbed his rest."

Wednesday nods, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Probably for the best. Wouldn't want to deal with the wrath of a vengeful spirit."

Together, you carefully lower the coffin lid, sealing Elias back in his eternal slumber. As you brush the dirt back over the grave, you can't help but feel a sense of relief, a sudden desire to leave this place behind.

But as you turn to go, you find yourself face to face with Wednesday, her eyes wide and searching in the moonlight. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the air between you crackling with tension.

"Y/N," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I've been wanting to say..."

Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. You know what's coming, have known for a long time, but hearing her say it out loud is still a shock.

Before you can utter a response, Wednesday closes the distance between you, her cool fingers curling around the back of your neck. She pulls you closer, her eyes locked on yours, a swirling vortex of emotions - longing, desire, and a hint of vulnerability.

Her lips brush against yours, soft and tentative at first, then with growing confidence and passion. You melt into the kiss, your arms encircling her waist, pulling her flush against you. The world falls away, the graveyard and the dead forgotten as you lose yourself in the taste and feel of her.

Wednesday's lips are cool and sweet against yours, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of your mouth. You part your lips, granting her access, and she takes full advantage, deepening the kiss with a low moan. Your tongues dance and twine, a sensual battle for dominance that leaves you both breathless.

When she finally pulls back, you're both panting, your hearts racing in sync. Wednesday's eyes are dark with desire, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She rests her forehead against yours, her voice husky and low.

"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N. I hope I didn't misread the signs."

You chuckle softly, your fingers tangling in her silky hair. "Not at all. I've been waiting for this too."

You and Wednesday are still caught up in the afterglow of your first kiss, your bodies pressed close, when a sudden noise shatters the silence of the graveyard. It's a rustling sound, the crunch of dead leaves underfoot, and it's coming from the direction of the woods.

Wednesday's head snaps up, her eyes narrowing as she scans the treeline. "Did you hear that?" she whispers, her voice tense with suspicion.

You nod, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. "It sounded like it came from over there."

Wednesday reaches into her bag, pulling out a small, wicked-looking knife. She hands it to you, her grip tight and urgent. "Just in case."

You take the knife, your fingers closing around the smooth handle. The blade gleams in the moonlight, its edge honed to a razor's sharpness.

Together, you creep towards the source of the noise, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of dead leaves. As you draw closer to the woods, you can hear the sound more clearly now - a low, guttural moan, followed by the unmistakable sound of retching.

Wednesday holds up a hand, signaling for you to stop. She points to a shadowy figure, hunched over just beyond the edge of the trees. The figure is swaying slightly, as if drunk or disoriented, and you can see the glint of a bottle in its hand.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a drunk," Wednesday murmurs, a hint of disgust in her voice. "Probably some vagrant who thought he'd find shelter in the woods."

You're about to suggest leaving the man be when he suddenly staggers forward, his eyes wide and wild as they lock onto yours. He lets out a low, animalistic growl, raising the bottle like a weapon.

"Hey, man, some of us are trying to sleep here!" he slurs, taking a stumbling step towards you. "Why don't you and your little girlfriend fuck off?"

Before you can react, Wednesday lurches forward, her hand outstretched. She aims the knife at the man's throat, her eyes narrowed.

The drunk man's eyes widen in fear as he sees the knife, his bravado evaporating like mist in the moonlight. He stumbles backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.

You move forward, your hand gripping over Wednesday’s, stopping her from going too far. “No.”

Wednesday hesitates, her grip on the knife faltering. She looks at you, confusion and frustration warring in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she hisses, her voice low and urgent. "We can't just let him get away. Who knows what he might do?"

The drunk man stumbles further back, his eyes darting between you and Wednesday. "Hey, look, I don't want any trouble, alright?" he says, his voice shaking. "I'm just trying to find a place to sleep, that's all. I didn't mean no harm."

Wednesday scoffs, her grip tightening on the knife once more. "Oh, and I suppose disturbing our private moment is no harm done? I don't think so."

The man's eyes widen in panic as he realizes the precariousness of his situation. He raises his hands in a placating gesture, the bottle still clutched in one trembling fist.

"Please, I'm sorry, I'll go, I won't bother you again, just please don't hurt me," he babbles, his words slurring together in his haste.

Wednesday's jaw clenches, her eyes narrowing to slits. She takes a step forward, the knife glinting in the moonlight.

"You should have thought of that before you interrupted us," she snarls, her voice dripping with venom.

The man's eyes dart to you, pleading for help, for mercy. You can see the terror in his gaze, the knowledge that he is completely at the mercy of these two strange girls.

“Goddamn it, Wednesday. Stop it.”

Wednesday's grip on the knife loosens slightly at your command, but she doesn't lower it. Her eyes are still fixed on the drunk man, her expression a mix of anger and contempt.

"Why should we stop?" she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "He's just some pathetic vagrant. No one will miss him."

The man's eyes widen in fear, his body trembling as he backs away from you both. "Please," he whimpers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want any trouble. I'll leave, I swear."

You step forward, gently placing a hand on Wednesday's arm. The touch is light, but the gesture is clear - a plea for her to stand down, to show mercy.

Wednesday's eyes flick to you, surprise and confusion written across her face. She's so focused on the drunk man that she hadn't expected your intervention.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" she asks, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "This man needs to be taught a lesson."

The drunk man takes another stumbling step backwards, his eyes darting between you and Wednesday in terror. He's clearly aware of the precariousness of his situation, the thin line between life and death that he's currently balancing on.

For a moment, Wednesday seems torn, her gaze flickering between you and the drunk man. You can see the conflict in her eyes, the war between her darker impulses and the bond she shares with you.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Wednesday lowers the knife. She lets out a long, shuddering breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine," she says, her voice tight. "But if he steps out of line again, he's fair game."

The drunk man lets out a shaky sigh of relief, his body sagging with the realization that he's been spared. "Thank you," he mumbles, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll go, I promise. Just please, no more trouble."

He turns and staggers off into the woods, his footsteps crunching on the dead leaves. You watch him go, a sense of unease settling in your stomach.

You can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, a nervous energy buzzing through your veins. "Where did you even get that knife, Wednesday? I didn't realize you were packing heat on our little graveyard rendezvous."

Wednesday's lips quirk into a wry smile, her eyes glinting with mischief in the moonlight. "Always be prepared, Y/N. You never know when you might need a little... protection." She tucks the knife back into her bag with practiced ease, her movements fluid and graceful.

You shake your head, a mix of amusement and exasperation coloring your voice. "I swear, sometimes I think you're just looking for an excuse to use that thing. What would your parents say if they knew?"

Wednesday scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Please. They'd probably be proud. 'Our little girl, all grown up and ready to defend herself.' Besides, it's not like we actually used it."

You can't argue with that logic, even as a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what might have happened if you hadn't intervened. "True enough. But maybe next time, let's stick to less... lethal forms of self-defense, hmm?"

Wednesday shrugs, her expression unrepentant. "Can't make any promises. But I'll try to keep my bloodlust in check, for your sake."

Despite the morbid humor of the situation, you can't help but feel a surge of affection for Wednesday. Her dark sense of humor, her fierce protectiveness, her willingness to embrace the macabre - it's all part of what draws you to her.

You step closer to her, your hand finding hers in the darkness. "Come on," you murmur, tugging her gently towards the edge of the graveyard. "Let's get out of here before anyone else decides to crash our party."

—

The heavy door of the dorm room creaks open, revealing the dimly lit space within. Wednesday stumbles inside, pulling you along with her. Her lips never leave yours as she kicks the door shut behind you, her hands roaming eagerly over your body.

You're lost in the moment, your senses overwhelmed by the feeling of her mouth on yours, the press of her body against yours. It's only when you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your knees that you break the kiss, gasping for air.

Wednesday's eyes are dark with desire, her hair mussed and her lips swollen from your passionate embrace. She tugs at your shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons in her haste to get it off.

"Wednesday, wait," you breathe, your voice husky with need. "Are you sure about this?"

She pauses, her eyes meeting yours in the dim light. There's a flicker of uncertainty in their depths, a moment of hesitation. But then she's pressing against you again, her mouth finding yours once more.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she murmurs against your lips. "I want you, Y/N. I've wanted you for so long."

You surrender to the moment, your hands tangling in her hair as you deepen the kiss. Clothes are shed in a flurry of fabric, landing haphazardly on the floor as you tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated skin.

A soft groan, followed by the rustle of sheets, startles you both out of your passionate haze.

"W-Wednesday?" a sleepy voice mumbles. "Is that you?"

Wednesday's eyes widen in horror, her face flushing crimson as she realizes the mistake she's made, scrambling to cover herself with the nearest piece of clothing.

“Oh, hey, Enid.” You smile, trying to appear nonchalant.

Enid sits up in her bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She blinks a few times, her gaze adjusting to the dim light. When she focuses on you and Wednesday, her eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh, um, hi," she stammers, her cheeks flushing pink. "I didn't realize you two were... I mean, I thought..."

There's an awkward silence, broken only by the sound of Wednesday's heavy breathing and the distant chirping of crickets outside.

Enid clears her throat, pulling the blanket up higher around her shoulders. "So, uh, are you two going to...?" She trails off, her eyes widening as she realizes the implications of her question.

Wednesday's face is beet red, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "No!" she blurts out, her voice uncharacteristically high-pitched. "We weren't going to... I mean, we weren't..."

Enid's eyes widen, her mouth falling open in shock. "Wednesday, are you... are you blushing?"

Wednesday scowls, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. "I am not blushing," she snaps, her voice tight with embarrassment. "I just... I didn't expect you to be awake at this hour."

Enid blinks, her expression softening. "It's okay, Wednesday. I'm not judging. I'm happy for you, really." She smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I always knew you had a thing for Y/N."

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Since that night in the dorm room, things had been undeniably awkward between you and Wednesday. The air was thick with unresolved tension, the memory of passionate kisses and wandering hands lingering like a ghost in the room. You couldn't look at her without feeling a flush creep up your neck, your heart racing at the slightest brush of her fingers against yours.

Even Enid seemed to notice the change in your dynamic, her knowing smiles and raised eyebrows a constant reminder of the unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface. You tried to focus on your classes, to push aside the distracting thoughts of Wednesday's lips on yours, but it was a losing battle.

As you walked down the hallway towards your next class, your mind was miles away, replaying the events of that fateful night. Wednesday's touch, her breathless moans, the way her body had felt pressed against yours...

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your wrist, yanking you roughly into a nearby janitor's closet. The door slammed shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. You stumbled, your heart leaping into your throat as you struggled to make out the silhouette of your attacker.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to focus on anything since that night?" a familiar voice growled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing Wednesday's face, etched with a mixture of frustration and desire. She stepped closer, her body mere inches from yours, her breath hot against your cheek.

"I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N," she whispered, her voice low and urgent. "Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is your face, feel your touch..."

Her hands slid up your arms, her fingers digging into your skin as she pulled you closer. "Tell me you feel it too," she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

You feel Wednesday's breath on your ear, her words sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The suddenness of her actions catches you off guard, but the desire in her voice is undeniable.

"I... I do," you manage to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about you too, Wednesday. Nonstop."

Wednesday's hands slide down your sides, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She presses you back against the wall, her body molding to yours in a way that makes your head spin.

"Then why haven't you done anything about it?" she demands, her voice a low growl. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "I wasn't... I mean, I didn't think..."

Wednesday cuts you off with a searing kiss, her lips claiming yours with a hunger that takes your breath away. You melt into her, your hands tangling in her hair as you lose yourself in the sensation of her mouth on yours.

When she finally pulls away, you're both breathing hard, your chests heaving against each other. "I can't wait anymore," Wednesday pants, her eyes wild with need. "I need you, Y/N. Right here, right now."

Your mind races, the implications of her words sinking in. You're not in your dorm room, where you can take your time, explore each other at a leisurely pace. You're in a janitor's closet, surrounded by cleaning supplies and the faint scent of bleach.

But the desire in Wednesday's eyes, the way her body is pressed against yours, makes it hard to think straight. Your hands slide down to her waist, your fingers digging into her hips as you pull her closer.

"We shouldn't..." you start, even as your body betrays you, arching into her touch.

Wednesday silences you with another kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth as her hands roam over your body with a desperate urgency. "Don't think," she breathes against your lips. "Just feel."

Wednesday's hands slide under your shirt, her fingers skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach. You gasp, your back arching off the wall as she trails her touch higher, brushing against the soft swell of your breasts.

"Wednesday," you moan, your voice breathy with need. "We can't... not here..."

But even as the words leave your lips, you're arching into her touch, your body betraying your true desires. Wednesday's mouth finds your neck, her teeth grazing against your pulse point as she sucks and nips at the sensitive skin.

Your head falls back, your eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself in the sensation. Wednesday's hands are everywhere, sliding under your clothes, mapping the curves of your body with a desperate hunger.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you're about to do. With a sudden burst of strength, you reverse your positions, pinning Wednesday against the wall with your body. She lets out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening as she looks up at you with a mix of shock and desire.

"My turn," you murmur, your voice low and commanding. Your hands slide under her shirt, your fingers skimming over the smooth expanse of her stomach. Wednesday shivers, her skin breaking out in goosebumps under your touch.

You lean in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Wednesday moans into your mouth, her hands fisting in your hair as she pulls you closer. Your tongues tangle together, the kiss growing more heated with each passing second.

Your hands continue their exploration, sliding up to cup Wednesday's breasts through her bra. She arches into your touch, her nipples hardening under your palms. You break the kiss, trailing your lips down her neck, your teeth grazing against her pulse point.

Wednesday's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with need. "Please," she whimpers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Touch me, Y/N. I need you."

Your fingers find the clasp of her bra, undoing it with a deft flick. The garment falls away, exposing her breasts to your hungry gaze. You lower your head, your tongue swirling around one hardened peak.

Wednesday cries out, her back arching off the wall as you lavish attention on her breasts. Your hands slide down her body, tugging at the waistband of her skirt.

With a swift movement, you yank the garment down, leaving Wednesday in nothing but her panties. She steps out of the pool of fabric, her legs trembling with anticipation.

Your hands slide up her thighs, your fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear. With a slow, deliberate movement, you tug them down, revealing her most intimate parts to your eager gaze.

Wednesday is bare before you, her body laid out like a feast for the taking. You take a moment to admire her, your eyes drinking in every feature.

Wednesday's breath hitches as you drink in the sight of her, her body quivering under your appraising gaze. The air between you is electric, charged with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.

You step closer, your body pressing against hers in a delicious friction that sends sparks racing through your veins. Wednesday's hands come up to rest on your shoulders, her fingers digging into your skin as she anchors herself to you.

"Please," she breathes, her voice a desperate whimper. "I need you, Y/N. I've been dreaming of this moment for so long."

Your hand slides between her legs, your fingers brushing against the slick heat of her core. Wednesday gasps, her hips bucking forward, seeking more of your touch. You tease her, your fingers dipping just barely inside before retreating, driving her wild with need.

Wednesday's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as your fingers tease her most sensitive spots. Her hips grind against your hand, seeking more of your touch, more of the delicious friction that's building inside her.

You can feel the heat of her, the slickness coating your fingers as you work her higher and higher. Wednesday's head thrashes from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut as she loses herself in the pleasure.

"Don't stop," she whimpers, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, Y/N, don't stop."

Your fingers plunge deeper, curling inside her in a way that makes her see stars. Wednesday's back arches off the wall, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rides the wave of sensation.

You can feel her tightening around your fingers, her body tensing as she nears the edge. You double your efforts, your thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

Wednesday's cry echoes off the walls of the small closet, her body shaking as the orgasm crashes over her. She clings to you, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

You hold her through it, your hand gentle as you help her down from the high. When she finally stills, you pull your hand away, bringing your fingers to your lips. You lick them clean, savoring the taste of her on your tongue.

The taste of Wednesday on your fingers is exquisite, a heady mix of sweet and salty that makes your head spin. You savor it for a long moment, your eyes locked with hers as you lick them clean.

Wednesday's body is still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when you pull your fingers from her slick heat. The taste of her essence lingers on your tongue, a tantalizing reminder of what you've just shared.

You meet her gaze, your eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. "I should get going," you murmur, regret tinging your voice. "I don't want to be late for class."

Wednesday nods, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She reaches out, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you in for one last, searing kiss.

"Until next time," she whispers against your lips, her voice a promise of things to come.

—

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idkdudethisisntpermanent · 5 months ago

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Elixir - pt.ii

wednesday addams x female reader

part i | part ii

summary: Wednesday’s sudden affectionate behavior has you feeling all sorts of conflicted… You need to find a way to reverse this elixir, and fast!

word count: 4.4k

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Wednesday looks at you expectingly awaiting a response. Her dark eyes look at you in a way that feels...different.

"Wednesday, what was that?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm while gesturing to the empty glass bottle.

For the first time since you've known the girl, she hesitates. "It was... nothing," she replies, though her voice lacks its usual certainty.

During this entire exchange, you notice that Enid is unusually quiet, not her typical inquisitive self, and you find it strange since this situation especially should call upon those traits of hers.

Almost like she read your mind, Enid speaks, "Wednesday, why did you drink from that bottle?"

But Wednesday isn't listening. Instead, she steps closer to you, her gaze inviting and seductive. "You know," she begins, her voice unusually soft, "there's something about you that I find... compelling."

Your heart skips a beat, confusion mixing with a hint of fear. "Wednesday, what are you talking about?"

"I mean," she continues, her tone almost... tender? "I've always appreciated your spirit, your defiance. There's a fire in you that's hard to ignore."

You blink, utterly bewildered. Your eyes widen as realization starts to hit, "Enid, I think that bottle wasn't just any potion. It could be a love potion!" You whisper the last part.

"Oh my god a love potion?!" you exclaim, letting the words you spoke settle in. You take a step back as Wednesday moves even closer, her eyes still locked onto yours.

"Wednesday, snap out of it!" you say, your voice a mix of panic and desperation.

But Wednesday just smiles, an expression so out of place on her usually stoic face that it sends chills down your spine. "Why would I want to snap out of it? Being close to you feels... right."

Wednesday steps even closer leaving little to no room between you two. She grips the knot of your tie while maintaining eye contact with you, and slowly wraps your tie around the fist of her other hand. Just as she was about to tug on your tie, Enid quickly steps in, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Wednesday's reach. "Come on, we need to figure out how to reverse this, now."

You nod, your mind racing. You both run out of the dorm room and bolt to the East Wing library knowing that it will be empty. The vampires think they're too elite to hold their book club in any place other than the grand library and that worked in your favour for once.

You and Enid frantically catch your breath as you collapse onto the couches in the library.

"You okay?" Enid asks, "You're quite red."

"I-I just, that was so out of character for Wednesday, did you hear the things she was saying to me?" You say flustered, gripping the knot of your tie, the very spot Wednesday was holding a moment ago. Loosening your tie, you cover your face with both your hands and groan into them.

Enid laughs, "Hmm are you blushing Y/n/n?"

"Absolutely not," you feel your face burn up even more and refuse to take your hands away from your red cheeks until you've cooled down a little.

"Okay we need to find that book with the potion recipes. It has to be here somewhere." Enid nods and jumps up into action, heading towards the dusty bookshelves trying to find anything that could help.

Meanwhile you go to another bookshelf, hoping it would give you faster results. "So we think it's a love potion right?" You yell across the library to Enid.

"Uhh yeah," Enid mutters while flipping through books.

Minutes pass and it's dead quiet in the library. "Found it!" You pull a thick, ancient book from the shelf, the cover worn and faded, with the title Elixirs. "Let's see... love potions, love potions... ahh, here it is!"

As Enid walks toward you, she can't help but notice your blushing cheeks, the way you're fiddling with the edge of your tie, and the panicked state you're in. It's a stark contrast to your usual composed self, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

You start reading aloud, "The Amore Certo, commonly referred to as the Love Potion, is a potent and rare elixir known for its ability to intensify and bring forth feelings of love and affection in the drinker."

Enid nods confirming that this matches what Wednesday seems to be experiencing.

"Upon consumption, the potion works by subjecting the drinker with a deep sense of affection towards the first person they set eyes on. This connection feels natural and all-consuming. The drinker's heart will race, their thoughts will be consumed by the object of their affection, and they will feel a powerful urge to be near them, showering them with adoration and devotion."

As you read, your heart begins to pound. The words resonate with what you've seen in Wednesday, the way her eyes linger on you, the subtle but undeniable pull between you two. A part of you wants to rush back to the dorm, just to see if reality aligns with what you're reading. Only to confirm if this is truly the potion affecting her, of course... no other reason.

"Does it say anything about an antidote?" Enid says getting impatient, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"The only known antidote to the Amore Certo is the Elixir of Clarity, which must be administered within three days of consumption to fully negate the effects. However, it is said that true love cannot be entirely undone, and a trace of the potion's magic may remain in the heart of the drinker, even after the effects have worn off. Blah blah blah, and look here's a list of ingredients to make the Clarity Elixir." You point to the long list of ingredients while looking at Enid.

The blonde lets out a sigh of relief, "Okay I'm glad we're getting somewhere. I say we call it a night today, and we'll spend tomorrow making the Clarity Elixir and getting Wednesday back to normal."

"Wait why can't we just start now?"

"Y/n how in the world are you going to get Solar Sun Whiskers at 2 a.m in the morning?" Your friend crosses her arms with a laugh.

With that you and Enid walk back to her dorm room, so you can grab your bag and she can keep an eye on Wednesday for the night. You two decided it was probably for the best if you didn't spend the night sleeping over.

Enid pushes the door open to see Wednesday intently watching the movie that you two had put in earlier. You look to the tv to see the credits now rolling.

She watched the movie to completion...

"Y/n!" She exclaims finally noticing you and Enid at the door. You freeze as the excitement when seeing you catches you off guard. A very large part of you can't help but secretly enjoy the way her eyes light up when she sees you.

"Wednesday, hey," you respond nervously. "We were uhm, just grabbing my bag."

She stands up from the bed, and walks towards you with a light smile tugging at her lips. "You left before we could finish our evening together. I took the liberty of finishing the film. But we can always start another one if you'd like? Or perhaps we can discuss the film and what we enjoyed about it? If I remember correctly you've seen this one before right?"

It's hard to hear the girl with the sound of your thumping heart. God she's so adorable right now. Watching the girl before you fiddle with her fingers because she's nervous around you, has made you nervous yourself. Discuss the film? That's such a Wednesday expression of love you smile to yourself. You're intrigued that this love potion has shown you what a love sick Wednesday would do and not just make her do the generic romantic things.

Wait what are you thinking. Did you just think Wednesday was adorable? You scold yourself mentally. None of this is real Y/n, this isn't Wednesday, she doesn't actually love you. This is the girl that released spiders in your room to prove a point.

"...in the film he learned a language for the girl he loved. Would you like that Y/n/n? Enid mentioned that you were studying Greek—I could learn it for you if that's what your heart desires.

You ignore the pang in your chest reminding yourself that none of this is real.

Enid looks over to you and sees you struggling, she can understand why, and steps in to break the tension. "Actually, Wens, we were thinking of calling it a night. It's late, and Y/n/n needs to get some rest. We'll hang out more tomorrow, okay?"

The thought of Enid having to console Wednesday over spending time with you feels surreal, but then again, you are friends with a werewolf—anything is possible.

Wednesday's expression falters for a millisecond, a flash of disappointment crossing her face before she masks it with her usual stoic look. "If that's what Y/n wants," she says her tone soft.

Grabbing your bag, you make your way out the door, but something makes you pause, "Goodnight Wednesday," you smile softly, not entirely sure why you felt compelled to do so.

She steps forward, the same intensity in her eyes you've seen for the past couple hours, "Goodnight Y/n."

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That night you couldn't sleep at all. You were alone in your dorm room twisting and turning disturbed with the events of the day. Not necessarily with Wednesday's actions, but with how they make you feel. Realizing it's in yours and Wednesday's best interest to get some sleep, you finally close your eyes thinking about how in the world you were going to get Solar Sun Whiskers tomorrow.

The next morning began like any other. After getting dressed, you texted Enid, who agreed to meet you outside your dorm. As you gathered your things, a commotion outside your door grew louder, making you roll your eyes in frustration. Why couldn't people be more considerate at 7 a.m.?

Curious about the noise, you opened your door to find dozens of curious eyes staring back at you. Glancing down, you noticed a bouquet lying at your doorstep. Quickly, you scooped it up and retreated back into your room, eager to escape the prying gazes.

You carefully place the bouquet onto your bed and just stared at it. You realize very quickly that the people outside weren't buzzing because they thought you had a secret admirer, but because of the unique arrangement you received.

The bouquet in front of you seemed to be fresh black roses intertwined with small, gleaming knives and arrows, all meticulously wrapped in a blood-red bow.

That's when you notice a small index card stabbed by one of the arrows, with writing on it. Picking it up carefully you begin to read: "Good morning, Mia Cara. I hope you appreciate the flowers. I've included some weapons for your protection, given the recent attacks at the academy. Stay safe."

"Mia Cara?" You repeat back to yourself in a whisper.

"Yeahh," you hear a tired voice drawl behind you. You jump at Enid's voice startled by her appearance. Seems like she let herself in. "She heard me call you Y/n/n yesterday and decided she needed a nickname for you too. After three hours of intense discussion, she finally settled on 'Mia Cara.' Said it was perfect," the werewolf yawns.

A warm blush creeps up your cheeks as you imagine Wednesday sitting there, stubbornly insisting on the perfect name for you. It's both baffling and oddly touching. You shake your head, trying to dismiss the fluttering in your chest. "I can't believe she did that," you murmur, more to yourself than to Enid. You clear your throat, "Come on let's go get those ingredients."

And so you and Enid spend the next four hours, grabbing the ingredients for the Clarity Elixir, some more challenging to obtain than others. After defeating the sun goddess in an intense game of checkers, you've obtained the Solar Whiskers, the final piece needed to brew the reversal potion.

"How are you so good at this?" You ask as you intently watch Enid concoct the potion back at your room.

"Webbers potion making class?" she shrugs, giving the potion one last swirl before using a funnel to pour the liquid into a glass bottle identical to the one Wednesday drank from.

Determined to act quickly, you and Enid rush back to her dorm room. According to the Elixir book, the reversal potion must be administered within three days of consuming the love potion. Time is of the essence, and you're already on day two of this fiasco.

As you approach the familiar hallway you see Xavier Thorpe on his knees pleading for his life, and of course standing in front of him is the Wednesday you're typically used to seeing with a knife in hand.

"I told you! I haven't seen her at all today. There! Look! She's right behind you!" As Wednesday turns to look at you, Xavier scrambles to his feet and runs in the opposite direction.

"Y/n," she hurries over, gently cupping your cheek as she looks you over with concern, as if checking for any injuries. "I was worried when I couldn't reach you today. I even tried contacting Enid, but had no luck," she adds, nodding towards her roommate with a hint of relief.

"Come on, let's head inside," you whisper, keeping your voice as soft as possible. Wednesday's touch has you feeling unusually flustered, and you don't want your voice to give away how affected you are.

"Did you receive my flowers?" Wednesday questions suddenly with a quirk of her head.

"Yes I did, thank you," you respond, while you take notice of Enid laughing to herself. Sometimes you forget to realize how unusual this behavior of Wednesday is, since you're too busy being flustered half the time.

Wednesday hums in satisfaction, "Were you able to see the moon last night from your dorm room?"

You raise an eyebrow, not knowing where she was going with this, "No my window doesn't face that way."

"Such a pity," she begins, glancing toward the balcony on her side of the room. "As I was out there yesterday, all I could think about was how much I longed to ravish you under the moonlight, Mia Cara." She finishes with sincerity, and her eyes even darker, not knowing that was possible.

Enid breaks out into laughter, cackling at the subject matter of Wednesday's words. Never in a million years did you think you'd hear the word 'ravish' come out of Wednesday Addams' mouth. Clearly at a loss for words, Enid takes over.

"I think we should give her the Elixir," Enid says in between laughs, "It seems like the potion's effects becomes stronger as time passes.

All you could do is nod. Enid passes over a vial of the potion to her roommate, and Wednesday takes it in her hands cautiously, looking back at you, almost as if asking is this safe?

Once again you nod, urging her to drink it. You could tell that she was confused, but in the state that Wednesday was in you could tell that she would do anything that you asked of her.

As you wait for the elixir to reverse the potion, you can't help but slightly frown. A small part of you was going to miss this Wednesday that cared so strongly for you, but you also knew that you missed the real Wednesday even more.

Twenty minutes have gone by and Wednesday has moved to sit on her bed. You alternately look at Enid and the girl. "Has it worked?"

"I don't think so," Enid says defeated, "She would've scolded us for staring by now if it did."

"The book said that the clarity elixir works immediately," you say to yourself. "Maybe it'll work gradually?"

Wednesday suddenly speaks, "That tasted horrible."

You and Enid look at each other, "maybe the potion did work," Enid whispers.

"I apologize if my comment about ravishing you under the moonlight made you uncomfortable. But please, don't feel the need to torment me by making me drink these dreadful concoctions, my love," she adds gently.

"Nope, did not work," you groan with a faint blush on your cheeks at the mention of ravishing again.

You hated the inner turmoil you were experiencing. It was confusing to have Wednesday Addams be the first girl to ever get you flowers and make you blush like you are now. It made you angry that the same girl that thrived off of making you lose control, is the same one you're worrying tremendously about.

Storming out of the room you go back to the library hoping you can figure out how to treat Wednesday fast because you didn't know how much more of this confusion you could take.

Pulling nearly every book you can find about potions out, you were now surrounded by papers and books all about the art of potion making.

"Y/n," Enid's voice gently approaches you after fifteen minutes. You don't respond, still immersed in your search for answers, though it's clear you're not making any progress.

Sensing your frustration, Enid places a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on?"

You sigh, closing the book in front of you. "I don't know, Enid. I don't like seeing Wednesday like this."

"None of us do," she agrees softly. "She's acting like the polar opposite of herself. Poor thing."

"Yeah, there's that," you admit, "but what's really throwing me off is how it's affecting me. I don't hate it, Enid. I don't hate how caring she's being. In fact, it's confusing me... I wouldn't mind experiencing more of it. And that's bad. I shouldn't be getting used to this because none of it's real," you finish, voicing your thoughts for the first time.

As you start to lose hope in finding a solution, a sudden realization hits you.

That potion was originally on Enid's side of the room. She moved it to Wednesday's desk when she almost knocked it over. But why would there be a love potion in Wednesday's dorm? And why hasn't Enid seemed surprised by any of this?

"Enid, did you make that potion?"

Enid freezes, a guilty look crossing her face. "Wait... let me explain, okay?"

You turn to her, desperate for answers. "What is it?"

"Y/n, the potion wasn't a love potion. It was an enhancer. It amplifies pre-existing emotions."

You stare at her, trying to process this revelation. "So, you're saying..."

"Wednesday already had feelings for you," Enid explains gently. "The potion just brought them to the surface."

The realization hits you hard. Beneath all the arguments and tension, there was something more—something neither of you had acknowledged until now.

"But why? Why would you even make something like this?" you ask, genuinely confused and a little hurt.

"It's frustrating that my two best friends can't get along," Enid says sadly. "We learned about this potion in class, and I thought if you drank an enhancer potion, you'd better understand your issues with Wednesday. Maybe then you two could start getting along."

"Wait... hold on. The potion was meant for me?!"

"Yeah," Enid admits, lowering her head. "I thought it would help you figure things out, and maybe if you talked to me about it, I could help bridge the gap between you and Wens so we could all be happy," she finishes with a nervous smile.

You shake your head, trying to make sense of it all. "So why did you let us waste time making the clarity elixir?"

"I honestly thought it might work," Enid says defensively. "A part of me even wondered if I had messed up the potion and accidentally made a love potion instead. I had no idea Wednesday had feelings for you."

This is all too much to take in. You sigh, "Okay, so how do you reverse an enhancer potion?"

"A heartfelt conversation."

"No, seriously, Enid. How do we get Wednesday back to normal?"

"I'm serious, Y/n," Enid insists. "The whole point of an enhancer is to amplify what's already there or reveal what was hidden. A heartfelt conversation, one where you address the things that were left unsaid, will make the enhancer's effects wear off."

"Stay here please," You tell Enid, as you slowly get up and leave the library, walking towards the room where a lovesick Wednesday Addams shall be.

You didn't know what you were doing or what you were going to say, you didn't know how you felt yourself, and how you were going to get Wednesday in the state she was in, to talk about her genuine feelings for you. But you wanted this to be solved sooner rather than later. The weekend was almost over, and you can't have Wednesday making a fool of herself when the school week starts and all students are back on campus.

With a deep breath, you gather your resolve and head towards Wednesday's dorm room. When you reach the door, you pause for a moment, your hand hovering just above the doorknob. What would you even say to her? How do you navigate this tangled mess of emotions and misunderstandings?

And holy shit Wednesday likes you?! You haven't even let yourself process the fact and now it's got you feeling all shy.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you twist the knob and step inside. Wednesday is sitting on her bed, flipping through a book, her expression more serene than you've ever seen. It's unnerving, in a way, seeing her so calm and... content.

She looks up as you enter, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Mia Cara," she greets you warmly, her voice sending a strange flutter through your chest. "I was wondering when you'd come back."

You force a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside you. "We need to talk, Wednesday."

Her eyes narrow slightly, sensing the seriousness in your tone. She sets the book aside and gives you her full attention. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

You take a seat at the edge of the bed, your heart pounding. "This whole situation... it's complicated. I know you're feeling things intensely right now, but I need to know—how much of this is really you? How much of it is the potion?"

Wednesday tilts her head, studying you with that familiar, analytical gaze. Her jaw tightens, her gaze moves to a point just beyond you, as if avoiding your eyes might make the conversation easier. "I don't see how discussing this will change anything."

Hmm so the potion doesn't necessarily make the communication aspect easier. You are slightly annoyed though, since this means that you have to take more of an emotional burden when talking about your feelings with Wednesday.

"Because it's important," you press, feeling your heart race. "I need to know what's real, Wednesday. This whole weekend, I've seen a side of you that I didn't think existed, and now that it's out there... I need to understand it. I need to understand you."

She's silent for a long moment, her face a perfect mask of indifference. But you can see the tension in her posture, the way her hands are clenched tightly at her sides. Finally, she sighs, a rare sound that tells you how much she's struggling with this.

"I've spent most of my life burying emotions," she admits, her voice low. "They complicate things, make people weak. I've always believed that. But then you came along, and for some inexplicable reason, you've managed to... disrupt that order."

You swallow, sensing that you're getting closer to the truth. "What do you mean?"

Wednesday's eyes finally meet yours, and there's a flicker of something vulnerable in them, though she quickly tries to hide it. "You irritate me," she says bluntly. "You make me feel things I'd rather not feel. And that's... problematic."

You let out a soft, almost relieved laugh. "So, I irritate you?"

"Yes," she replies, though there's a slight softening in her tone. "But not in the way you think. It's... more than that. I've tried to ignore it, tried to push it away, but the potion made it impossible."

"So the potion?" you drag out in question, needing Wednesday to explicitly say what you already know.

Wednesday looks down at her hands, clearly struggling to say what she feels despite the help of the potion, but after a minute she speaks, "I didn't fabricate feelings that didn't exist. It merely amplified what was already there."

You feel your heart skip a beat at her words, the realization slowly settling in.

Wednesday's expression remains inscrutable, but there's a slight hesitation in her voice that you've never heard before. "What I'm saying, Y/n, is that my feelings for you aren't solely the result of some alchemical concoction. They were there long before."

Finally, you meet her gaze, and in that moment, you know you have to be truthful—not just for her, but for yourself.

"I- I think I like you too," You stammer, the words still being difficult to hear yourself. I guess there was always something behind those arguments we've had, you were right all along. Maybe I did want to have those banters with you," you nervously laugh.

"But I'm scared, Wednesday. This is all so new and confusing." You quickly add.

Wednesday reaches out, taking your hand in hers, she gives it a light squeeze, "You're right. And maybe this is the potion making me talk but I think we'll figure it out."

"Yeah we will," you smile lightly.

"So does this mean the potion will wear off?" Wednesday asks still holding your hand.

"Yeah, according to Enid, a heartfelt conversation was the antidote, and if that wasn't what we just had then I don't know what to tell you," you chuckle.

Wednesday's lips curve into a small smile, and you find yourself mirroring it. Your hands remain clasped together, a silent acknowledgment of the fleeting moment you both know is slipping away. The effects of the enhancer will soon fade, and Wednesday will return to her usual stoic self, guarded and reserved, her displays of affection rare and restrained.

But you're okay with that. Because it's in those quiet moments, in her subtle glances and the unspoken understanding between you, that you've come to cherish her the most. It's the Wednesday you've grown to care for, the one who doesn't need grand gestures to show how much she feels.

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You wake up the next morning, unsure if the heartfelt conversation had the intended effect. After leaving Wednesday's room when Enid arrived, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you two.

Rolling over, you reach for your phone on the nightstand. A notification from an unsaved number catches your eye. As you read the message, a small laugh escapes your lips.

"Looks like the potion wore off."

unsaved number Please tell me Enid was making up that absurd notion about me desiring to 'ravish you under the moonlight.' Such theatrics are beneath me.

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