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My little wofie 🐺

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The ShapeShifter and The Pup.

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Hopefully the first of many one shots involving Little Enid and Caregiver Weems

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One shot #1: Safe Space

It was loud that day. Entirely too loud. Enid Sinclair made her way through the halls of Nevermore Academy, as she walked she attempted to block out the various small noises that pounded her sensitive eardrums. To her dismay the noises remained louder than ever. She tightened her manicured fingers around the books in her arms. She knew she needed to go to her next class but what she wanted to do was follow the corridor to the large office towards the end of the hall and once inside the large office just climb into her mother’s arms and give into the fuzzy feeling that sat at the back of her mind.

From that moment on Enid and her “mother”, or principal, had a special bond. Which set off a whole slurry of issues for teenage Enid. When her biological mother found out that Enid regressed she had essentially exiled her from the pack. That had sent Enid into little space for almost a week after she received the letter. During that week however Weems had shown her nothing but love. Her arms had been the safest place in the world to the werewolf. When Weems held her close she felt like the large arms around her were an impenetrable force that nothing bad could breach. Which led her to today.

The small noises of Nevermore had piled on top of one another which was beginning to overwhelm the blond. She wanted to be independent and stay big but she more so long to crawl into her safe place and let herself be little and innocent.

The blond werewolf was so lost in her own head that when she found herself in front of the large wood door with the gold name plate it was enough for her to give in. She let the books fall from her arms and her knapsack off her shoulders. She pushed the large wood door open without concern for if the principal was alone in the room. To her delight the room was in fact empty save for the tall woman at the desk. Tears pricked the eyes of the werewolf as she called out for the woman who had not heard her entrance.

“Mommy.”

Weems quickly dropped what was in front of her when heard the tear filled voice of her daughter. Age quickly stood and crossed the room.

“Are you little, darling?” Weems’ voice was soft.

Both her little and teenage self called the woman by that name, although her teenage self usually stuck with the regular “mom”, when her emotions got the better of her she’d revert back to the more juvenile name.

The question alone caused the fuzziness in Enid’s mind to begin to take over, dropping her into a headspace not quite little but not all the way big. Enid didn’t bother answering the question, instead opting for one of her own.

“H..” words were failing the girl, tears cascaded down her reddening cheeks.

Frustrated with her inability to speak, Enid did something she would do when she was in little space. She extended her arms up towards the tall woman in front of her. Weems wasted no time in picking up the girl. Once the strong arms wrapped around her creating her safe place, that was all it took for the girl to drop. Sobs burst from the now small girl into the neck of her mother.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Weems softly whispered as gently bounced the girl in her arms. “Mommy’s right here.”

Although she was crying, an immense relief had taken over the blond. She was right where she wanted to be. Her thumb made its way to her lips to act as a soother now that Enid was slowly beginning to calm. To her dismay her mother gently pulled the digit from her lips. Enid was about to protest and immediately place the digit back where she wanted it when a pink pacifier was placed in her mouth. With her sobs now quieted and her tears beginning to dry Enid laid her head in the crook of her mother’s neck with the express intention of being as close as possible to the woman.

She clung tightly to the blond woman as she continued to bounce her as walked the two of them to the apartment tucked behind the large office. When they reached their sanctity, Weems took the girl to her nursery. Enid knew what was coming. When they reached the pink room Enid felt Weems gently pull her way to lay her down. Enid was resistant not wanting to be away from her caregiver.

“Darling.” The accented voice was soft. “You know you need a nappy.”

Enid still didn’t yield to the woman as she laid her head back down and sucked her pacifier.

“Darling.” Weems tried again. “Once we change you we can cuddle and have a nice warm bottle.”

The prospect of a warm bottle and cuddles was enough for the girl to release her grip on her caregiver and allow her to lay her on the changing table. Enid sucked on her pacifier and looked around her nursery as her uniform was removed and a pink cloth diaper was slid under her and snapped on the front. Weems stepped out of her line of sight but kept her soft hand on Enid’s bare stomach. When she reappeared she had two sets of leggings and two pull over sweaters. The leggings were both a shade of pink. Weems held them both up so Enid could pick, the latter choosing the light shade. Weems smiled down at her and then held a sweater in each hand. One sweater was pattered with cats and the other with unicorns. Enid pointed at the cats.

“Good choice.” Weems smiled at her.

Enid beamed up at her caregiver from behind her pacifier. She laid still like a good girl as her caregiver dressed her in comfortable garments before finally lifting her back into her beloved safe space. Enid snuggled into her caregiver as the woman carried her to the kitchen. Enid watched from the tall woman’s hip as she expertly warmed up sweetened milk in a pink bottle. Enid kept her eyes on the white liquid as it warmed in front of her. She began to drool around her pacifier.

When the bottle was properly warmed and tested the two left kitchen and settled into the rocker in the living room. Weems gently shifted the little’s position into a cradle. She supported Enid’s head with one arm and carefully removed the pink pacifier with the other. Enid almost protested the removal of the object out of instinct but was quelled when it was quickly replaced by the rubber nipple of her bottle or “ba” as she called it when she was very small.

As she suckled her milk and snuggled into her caregiver, things were finally quiet for the little girl.

[toournextadventure]

when you love it pt.2

Summary: Learning to accept yourself again is a hard task. Thankfully, you've got two lovely Outcasts to help you

Word Count: 5.4k Warnings: swearing, talk of blood, typical vampire violence Pairing: Wenclair x Reader (part 1) A/N: Surprise, this is not the last part, there will be one more. So sorry but... it gets better

“Have you ever eaten somebody?”

Ah, there they were. The Little Bane of your existence, as you had come to endearingly call them over the last few months. A menace at best, the little wolf had, for some unknown reason, made it a point to attach themself to your hip. Even on the full moon, the pup would sniff you out and remain with you until they turned back into the headache they truly were.

Admirable.

“Why do you ask?” You asked without looking down to meet their eyes. The eyes of an Addams, you thought.

“Mother said people go insane after eating human flesh,” the child said. “I’m trying to collect evidence to prove her wrong.”

The question was pure Addams.

“I believe it’s only if they eat the brain matter of a human,” you said, finally looking down.

“So you have then?” They asked. “Eaten someone?”

“What do you think?” You asked.

Their head tilted just like Enid's as they thought of an answer. After all this time, you were still finding more and more similarities between them and their mothers. It was almost comical. The toothy grin, the troublesome look in their eyes. A perfect mix of two perfect women.

“No,” they finally said. “I don’t think you have.”

You smiled, showing your fangs. “Correct.”

You both looked back out toward the scenery in front of the cabin. Winter was always the most beautiful time, if anyone asked your opinion. The snow coated the trees in the finest powder, creating an almost constant appearance of fresh snowfall. To the back of the cabin was a lake that froze over so thoroughly, you could skate for hours and never fall through.

Though falling through was always an adventure of its own, you would admit.

Perhaps you could get Enid to skate with you again. Oh, wouldn’t that be grand? It had been ages since you had last danced together upon the shimmering ice. The amount of trust that came with such an act… would you be able to skate as before? Could she put her life in your hands once again?

You deflated; you wouldn’t blame her if she couldn’t.

“Have you ever had blood from someone you know?”

Each cell in your dead body froze.

Teeth ripping through flesh. You could hear the blood pumping from the wounds, pouring out over your hands as you tried desperately to stop the flow. Your own blood cascaded down your throat, erasing any satisfaction you had previously received.

You could still smell the blood. It made your mouth water.

You still wanted more.

“What do you think?” You asked, looking back down at them.

They didn’t look away in contemplation. No, they kept their eyes locked with yours. It was uncomfortable. They had Wednesday’s stunning brown eyes. Eyes you had stared into night after night before watching the light slowly fade from one mistake. Just one.

“Yes,” they said.

“Aunt Yoko’s here!” One of the other children yelled from the house.

You looked back out to the scenery before your Little Bane ran off to join the others.

“Correct,” you mumbled with a sigh.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t forget the feel of her blood falling down your throat. The heat that pooled in your chest and had your dead heart wishing to beat. Each inch of scar tissue embedded in your skin ached at the memory. She’s just inside, your Instincts whispered. Just a sip.

Your lip caught on your fang as you snarled at the thought. An animalistic sound; pathetic. But the sound made you feel as if you could quiet the Instincts. You would not drink from her again. Had it learned nothing from the last time? There was blood in the fridge, you would survive just fine.

Heavy footsteps came up behind you.

“Aunt Yoko wants to speak with you,” your Little Bane said.

You exhaled slowly and nodded to yourself. Of course she would. She had never truly been your biggest fan. Vampires don’t trust other vampires, she had said, if you remembered correctly. Which you did. Her Instincts may have dulled over the generations, but her intelligence remained as sharp as ever.

“Lead the way,” you said.

Your Little Bane’s lip caught on their canine, so reminiscent of Enid you wanted to laugh. At times, the child was pure Addams. Every cell of their being practically screamed it. Yet, at moments like this, you were reminded that Enid was also an Addams in her own right. And that child, though outwardly appearing as Wednesday, was Enid’s little copy.

In the past, Yoko Tanaka had never intimidated you. After all, why would she? Her family had gone soft, adamantly refusing to drink from a source regardless of its humanity; or lack thereof. There had been a few instances during your college years where she had debated your own family beliefs, questioning the primality of it all. And it was, you wouldn’t deny it. Drinking from the source was what your ancestors had done, and the Instinct continued to flow through your veins whether you liked it or not.

You had silently agreed with her, though you would never let her know.

Now, however? After what Enid had jokingly titled The Beatdown - which neither you nor Wednesday found very humorous, but if that was how she coped then who were you to deny her such a trivial thing - Yoko terrified you. And given how she was looking at you as you walked closer…

She was aware of it.

“Tanaka,” you said with a polite nod and smile.

Her arms crossed tighter over her chest.

“In the car, pup,” she said in a tone that contradicted her body language.

“Aunt Div is in my spot,” they said without hesitation.

The immediate change in Yoko’s body was comical. She turned to look into the car where Divina - with whom you shared no ill will, though you knew it was no mutual feeling - was sitting in the front passenger seat. Her head was facing the back of the car where she was, supposedly, talking with the other Addams children.

Yoko rapped her knuckles against the window. “You’re being displaced, babe,” she called out.

Divina’s shoulders slumped, but she promptly unbuckled her sit and got out of the car. The look she gave you was anything but polite as she slid into the middle seat, pushing one of the children into the back. They were all laughing and smiling; truly Enid’s children.

“Good luck,” your Little Bane said to you.

“Thank you,” you mumbled back as they climbed into the car and shut the door, leaving you alone with Yoko.

How enjoyably torturous.

“Hello, Tanaka-”

“-Cut the bullshit,” she interrupted. Straight to the point as always. “No one wants you around them.” Her finger jabbed into your chest. “No one trusts you around them.”

“I understand,” you said.

“No, I don’t think you do.”

A wet gasp-

-snarling-

-relief-

-pain-

“I very much do,” you mumbled.

“I should rip your heart out now and eliminate any chance of the past repeating itself,” she said. Silence hung thick between you before she pulled her arms back to her body. “But I won’t, because Enid would cry and Wednesday would bury me six feet under.”

“This is my house, Tanaka,” you said. “I am more than prepared.”

“You’d better be,” she said as she started moving at a glacial pace toward the driver’s side of the car. “Because I’ll kill you and curse your entire line if you touch a hair on either of their heads.”

The threat was enough to have you shiver. Oh, if you failed and your family was cursed? They would never forgive you. They would start hunting you for sport, and it would be no less than you deserved.

Yoko stopped before opening her door.

“Not that I’ll need to,” she said. “You’re proof Enid can do it herself.”

Her words bounced around your skull as the car finally pulled away, taking all the Addams children with it. A part of you was almost… disappointed. You had grown to tolerate them over the past few months. They were rather enjoyable at times even, constantly inviting you for games. Or movies, once games had quickly become outlawed due to the… unruliness.

“I wish I had gotten another goodbye hug,” Enid said, appearing beside you seemingly out of nowhere.

You should have been able to smell her approach. Wolves were… not the most pleasant. Not horrific, simply not as appealing as humans. She had asked you to describe it once, what the difference was between her and Wednesday. Like a Christmas candle during the heat of summer, you had explained. So not like in Twilight? She had teased.

She’s my Christmas candle, you thought with a smile.

“It’s only for a weekend,” you told her. Her eyes sparkled. “Then you can have hello hugs instead.”

Her smile could have illuminated the world. “I do like hello hugs.”

“Come inside,” you said with a gesture toward the cabin, “I believe it’s going to snow.”

Enid’s joyful disposition had never waned over time. If anything, she almost seemed more joyous and carefree. Something lightened its load on your chest at the observation. You hadn’t ruined her outlook on life. She was, for all intents and purposes, outwardly okay.

A werewolf was across the room, hovering over Wednesday even as it transformed back into a person. Back into Enid. Her bare skin was shredded.

Wednesday was precisely where you had left her earlier; sitting in your small library, a book in hand and a cup of tea on the table. It was one of your more obscure books, having come from your long line of ancestors. In other words, from some murderous Frenchman’s basement. The pages were probably stained with blood.

“I had almost forgotten the joy of silence,” she said as Enid practically fell into her lap. With practised ease, she made way for her wolf without taking her eyes away from the book.

“It’s too quiet,” Enid said with a sigh.

You walked over to the record player you kept in the corner of the room as your married women talked silently amongst themselves. It was endearing to hear them talk of their young. To talk as if they truly loved them. What was that like, you wondered? To care for your young in such a deep, conditionless way?

Cold fingers ran against the thin spines of records in their cases, unsure of where to stop. Would they have ever had children if you had stayed with them? Younglings had never been in your future; you wouldn’t dare bring a child into your bloodline. But they seemed so very happy and content with their choices in life. Perhaps it was going to happen for them regardless.

Without looking, you picked a record out of its case and gently placed it on the player. Could you be trusted around their whelps? The children themselves seemed unconcerned, but what about Enid and Wednesday? Would they trust you? You weren’t even sure if you wanted them to trust you. Children were creatures you had yet to conquer.

You had attacked them. Both of them. The women you loved. They were bleeding out. Because of you.

The beautiful sounds of jazz fell from the record playing, encasing the room in a warmth that had previously been absent. Deep down you knew it wasn’t the music that made the house feel correct. But things were still new - again. You weren’t ready to make that admittance just yet.

“What are the plans for this weekend?” Enid asked when you sat in the second chair in the room. Only a small round end table was situated between you and your girls. Could… you still call them that?

“We should enjoy the silence while we can,” Wednesday said.

Enid huffed. “You know they aren’t that bad, Willa.”

They continued to bicker - lovingly, of course - while you just sat and watched. Unlike the soiree those few months ago, they were far more relaxed. Casual even, if you had to put a word on it.  Enid was bundled in warm clothes - funny, considering she ran hot - and Wednesday was in a simple black sweater and leggings.

Everything about them in that moment reminded you of college. When you would all relax in the evenings. You were usually stuck with your nose in a book, terrified you wouldn’t manage to pass your classes, let alone the bar exam. But you could never properly focus because Enid and Wednesday were always around, bickering like an old married couple even from the very beginning.

Would you ever have that relationship with them again? Simply existing with them without fear of injury or betrayal. Whether it was just you or all of you, there was tension so thick in the air it was suffocating. You didn’t want to keep a tense, cordial relationship with them. Though, it did no good to dwell on the fact. You would respect their wishes until your dying breath.

Something warm grabbed your hand. Something with claws that pressed deep into the palm of your hand. There would be indentations left behind. If she didn’t ease up, perhaps a spot or two of blood. With you, she had never learned to manage her strength; there was no real need.

You never minded.

“What do you normally do?” Enid asked.

You exhaled slowly. “I sit here, listen to jazz, and work.”

“Both of you are so boring,” Enid groaned. “It’s our one full weekend without the kids,” she continued. “We can’t waste it by working.”

“I’m not working,” Wednesday said as she placed the book down on the table and looked at her wife with the softest of smiles. “I’m reading.”

The way they looked at each other was mesmerising. It was pure, unadulterated love. You hadn’t known either of them back when Wednesday was - as Enid so endearingly described - emotionally stunted. You two hadn’t been as outwardly romantic as Enid - she set the bar rather high - but you would’ve never considered her stunted. Especially now, watching the way she looked at her wife.

“We should do something,” Enid said. Her hand squeezed yours; her nails pricked your skin. “All of us.”

“All of us, you say?” You inquired. She glared at you.

“What a scandal,” Wednesday chimed in.

“I forgot how annoying you both are,” Enid mumbled to herself with no attempt to hide her little smile.

Her smile. The thing you had looked forward to seeing every morning before everything had crashed down around you. Even on the worst of days, you knew her smile would be enough to fix everything. Just the same as you hoped you could have fixed everything for her.

Until you couldn’t.

Outside, you could hear the snow starting to fall.

“What is there to do around the cabin?” Wednesday asked; her eyes never left Enid’s. “So our winter wolf doesn’t get too antsy?”

Another squeeze of your hand, digging the sharp, colourful nails deeper.

“Well,” you drew out the word as you thought. “There’s a frozen lake down the path.” Enid’s ears perked up slightly. “Or the town over usually has a winter market around this time.”

That was what did it. At the mention of a market, Enid practically jumped up from Wednesday’s lap. You kept your eyes on her even as you saw Wednesday smile out of your periphery. Her hands clasped together and she looked between the both of you with an excitement you hadn’t seen from her since before that night.

“Grab your winter coats, we’re going to the market!” She proclaimed excitedly.

You looked over at Wednesday with a raised brow but didn’t bother stopping your smile. She smiled back; anything for your wolf.

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It had only been a year or two since you had last attended the market and, as such, everyone still remembered you. As such, it was a little more complicated to get through everything than you had initially thought. With everyone stopping you to talk and catch up, you felt like you were holding Enid and Wednesday back as opposed to letting them have their fun.

The sweet older lady who ran the flower shop was still talking to you when you saw Enid walking off, leaving Wednesday to sidle up beside you. Had she done that on purpose? Clearly, she hadn’t just abandoned Wednesday, right? Not in your care, at least. None of you had trusted you two alone just yet.

Even though it hurt, it was a necessary precaution.

Finally, after what had probably been an hour of conversation with the sweet flower lady, you managed to separate with a polite goodbye and a promise to stop by next time you were in town. Whether she knew of your… infliction or not, you had no clue. It didn’t matter. At least she was kind.

“Where did our pup run off to?” You asked as Wednesday all but led you through the market.

“She saw some hot cider,” Wednesday said softly, stopping at one of the little booths. “She can never turn down a sweet treat.”

“Oh, I remember. We spent far too much money on her sweet treats,” you grumbled.

If you had kept track, you would have been horrified at how much both you and Wednesday spent on Enid. It hadn’t been with the intent to brag, or show off, you just wanted her to have everything she wished. Most of the time, that included drinks and sweet treats. And you were nothing if not eager to please.

“At least it’s not chocolate,” Wednesday said in a voice so soft, you wouldn’t have imagined it had actually come from her.

She was looking down at some of the trinkets at the table. They were brilliantly made, and you smiled politely at the woman in charge before standing behind Wednesday. Over her shoulder, you could see it wasn’t particularly anything interesting. Not to her.

Her body tensed up when you brushed against her. This close, you could hear the blood coursing through her veins. It was enticing. More than enticing. Your fingers twitched with the very thought of tasting something so delectable once again. Pain pricked at the inside of your lips as you re-positioned your fangs. It would be a simple thing.

The scars on her neck looked angry; they held shame not even thousands of years of instinct could fight. You had done that to her. You had nearly killed her. She was deathly still as you lifted a shaking hand to lift the collar of her coat, hiding the guilt you could never erase.

“You look cold,” you said softly, pulling your hands back to clasp them behind your back.

You both knew you were lying.

“I’m quite warm, actually,” she said. “I figured you could tell.”

You swallowed loudly. It didn’t ease the ache that was growing in the back of your throat. If anything, it made it worse. Each time she breathed, you could see the pulse in her veins. Enid wasn’t around. Surely you could handle it this time, you were far more mature this go around.

“I still believe I was correct,” she said.

Your head tilted to the side. Correct about what?

“Your fears of being a monster are unwarranted,” she said as she gripped the blade tighter. “You wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

Right.

“We must remember that night very differently,” you said as you looked up; there was a mirror in front of you. She couldn’t see you, but you could very well see her. “I remember proving you wrong.”

You weren’t prepared for her to lean back into you. To be touching you after so long. She was cold; not from the snow starting to fall. And as ridiculous as it sounded, she felt like she trusted you. Did she? After you had very nearly killed her, could she trust you?

“You didn’t hurt me,” she said softly as she pulled your arms to wrap around her waist.

“My dear,” you whispered into her ear, “I very much did hurt you.”

“Yet I’m still here.”

You barely held back a laugh. “All that means is Enid kicked my ass.”

“And I would do it again.”

Part of you urged you to pull apart from Wednesday, like you had just been caught doing something you shouldn’t have. There was nothing wrong with holding her again; hell, your girls had practically encouraged it. But the last time Enid had seen you both together was… not pretty.

Wednesday was bleeding out from more than one bite mark.

“What are we talking about?” Enid asked after she practically squeezed herself directly in between you and Wednesday.

“Your sweet treats,” Wednesday said effortlessly. “Is it worth it?”

She wrapped her hands around the paper cup and shrugged her shoulders high. “Always.”

“I think there’s some chocolate covered strawberries a few booths away,” you said while Enid continued to shimmy her way into more warmth. “White and dark chocolate.” Both women’s eyes lit up. “My treat.”

Wednesday looked at you with soft eyes. A look she hadn’t given you since… it was nice. Without uttering a single word, you were left with a warmth in your chest that your dead heart could never replicate.

“Lead the way,” she said softly.

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For reasons unknown to you or Wednesday, Enid was still freezing hours after getting back to the cabin. Hot tea had been made. And remade. And remade again. Then you had finally given in and lit the fireplace, as well as setting up a pallet on the floor in front of it so she could curl up and try to warm her fur.

And she was still shivering.

“Cara mia, please.” Wednesday’s voice carried from the living room to the kitchen. “Will nothing ease your cold?”

Enid hummed. “I know something that could warm me up.”

Her quiet giggle was all you needed to hear to know what she was implying. Your darling pup was the most insatiable creature you had ever had the pleasure of knowing. Perhaps that was why she seemed to fit so well with two other partners; it would take at least two to keep her satisfied.

Outside, the front porch creaked. If you hadn’t already been accustomed to the sound, you would have brushed it off as wind. After all, it was still snowing steadily outside. But it wasn’t the sound of snow falling onto the porch. No, it was something else. Something that wasn’t supposed to be there.

In the living room, you could still hear the soft sounds of Enid and Wednesday enjoying their time together. As you passed, you could vaguely see them on the pallet in front of the fireplace. Every aspect of it reminded you of your times in university, each living your own lives, yet doing it together. Perhaps you could get back to that again. Surely their children wouldn’t mind another… parent? Hmm, that wasn’t quite right, you could figure it out-

“-Hello, bon ami.”

If you hadn’t been frozen in place, you would have slammed the door in his face. What the hell was he doing? In your home? No, he wasn’t supposed to be there. He was supposed to be back home, hunting humans for sport like everyone else. He knew better.

“You gonna let me in?” He asked in his thick accent that charmed some and repulsed others.

“Go home, Bas,” you said quietly.

“Why? You got company?” He inhaled deeply. “Oh, I’m a’comin’ in.”

He pushed his way past you into the cabin. If your mind hadn’t felt like mush, you would have had the good sense to stop him. Or at least to have warned Enid and Wednesday. But no, you were simply stuck wondering how he had even found you in the first place.

“I smell a rougarou.” His smile was sadistic and his fangs were sharp. Lethal. “What if Daddy found out, huh?”

“How about some tea?” You asked, gesturing to the kitchen.

He tilted his head to the side and looked at you. Just looked. Was that what Wednesday had seen in you that night? No, surely you had been more vicious. Nothing curious about you, that was for sure.

“Got some of that boudin left?” He asked.

You nodded once.

“Lead the way.”

He continued to look around as you did your best to lead him as far away from your girls as possible. If he wanted to make a pop-in visit, fine. But you weren’t going to let him torment everyone else in the cabin. He could have a cup of tea, some boudin, and be on his way back home.

“Make it the good way?” He asked as he practically fell into one of the chairs at the table. “I’d hate to have to help myself in this house of yours.”

Without waiting for him to finish, you tossed a bag of blood onto the table. It slid across the smooth wood until stopping directly in front of him. He didn’t even look down, just kept his cold eyes glued to yours.

“Keep your teeth to yourself,” you said.

He laughed while you turned back to the stove. The sooner you got the tea going and could get him fed, the sooner he would leave. That was all you really wanted. Things were going well, and Enid and Wednesday were in good moods. You didn’t need him to ruin it.

The stove lit with a single spark, and you gently placed the kettle on top. It would still take a minute to boil, and you had it all planned out. You would grab the blood and boudin from the fridge. Put the food in the oven, make the tea, and get him fed and out of your house.

But you should have known better.

“I smell meat,” Enid said as she practically skipped into the kitchen.

And stopped short when she saw someone at the table.

“Oh, couyon,” he said with a smile toward you once Wednesday walked in. “You naughty thing, you.”

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. Wednesday was looking at you with her “explain Or Else” look. Something you hadn’t minded before, but now? Now it made your skin crawl. Like spiderwebs caught on every inch of your body, and you couldn’t get them off.

The pan slid smoothly into the oven, and you started the timer.

“This is Bastien,” you said with a lazy gesture toward the parasite at the end of the table. “My brother.”

“Baby brother,” he corrected quickly. “And you two must be the delectable little snacks.”

“Told you to keep your teeth to yourself,” you said with a raised brow. You quickly looked at Enid with far softer eyes. “Food will just be a few more minutes.” Then to Wednesday. “I’m making tea.”

Carefully, slowly, both Enid and Wednesday sat down at the table. Across from each other, but not near Bastien. The whole time, he watched them like a predator. Biding his time, the way he had been taught. You met his eyes.

His gaze towards your girls turned softer.

“So,” Bastien said as you turned back to the stove and grabbed the kettle. “Which one of you gave my sweet sibling all those scars?”

You poured some blood into the bottom of two mugs.

“I did,” Enid said. “So don’t try anything or you’ll have some to match.”

Bastien howled; a deep, obnoxious belly laugh. It… was nice to hear. As much as you didn’t want him there, he was your brother. Baby brother, as he constantly reminded you. There was comfort in the sound of his laugh; there always had been.

“That’s good, I like that,” he said, still failing to keep his laughter in check. “So that means your witch was the blood bag.”

You practically slammed the mug onto the table in front of Bastien. He looked up at you again, tilting his head to the side. It reminded you of Enid. He reminded you too much of Enid. No, you weren’t going to be phased. You knew the vampire charm; you wouldn’t fall for it.

“Serve yourself,” you demanded.

“Come on, cher,” he said as you proceeded to pour tea into Wednesday’s and Enid’s mugs. “I’m just askin’ if that’s what you almost died for.” You set the teapot on the table and walked back to the oven. “Simple curiosity.”

“Almost died?” Enid asked.

You didn’t turn around.

“The scars didn’t give it away?” Bastien asked.

You grabbed the kitchen counter.

“How did you know?” Wednesday asked.

He started talking, but you couldn’t hear him. You didn’t have to. The entire night was engraved into every fold of your brain, etched into the walls of your skull. No amount of alcohol, or nicotine, or blood, or the occasional line would erase. It stayed there, taunting you. Teasing you.

Blood pumped in your ears. It was loud, but not loud enough to ease the growls and screams that were bouncing off your skull. The trees soared past you. Each step of your foot was jarring as it practically bounced off the hard ground.

Wednesday’s blood still coated your lips.

The pain in your throat was harsh; it wouldn’t heal fast enough to ease the ache. Miles and miles flew by without you ever noticing. The sun rose, then set, then rose, and finally set again. Each new day was a blur. It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter.

You hoped Enid was okay.

And Wednesday was alive.

Oh. The thought of Wednesday, lying there with your teeth marks in her flesh. Blood pooling around her; her life pooling around her. All because of you. Because of you. You killed her. You killed one of the loves of your life.

Panting breaths came faster. You killed her. Everything slowly came to a stop. The bark was rough under your fingers as you leaned against a tree to stay upright. Around you, the bugs from the bayou were loud in your ears. Still not louder than the fight.

You killed her.

Possibly killed Enid as well.

You killed them both.

Something scratched against the soft tissue inside your throat. It grew and grew until you couldn’t tell where your exterior wounds ended and the interior ones began. Only when you inhaled deeply did you discover the cause.

“What you screamin’ for, cher?” Daddy said, appearing out of thin air. Or directly in front of you. You didn’t know. “Thought you were up at that fancy university of yours.”

“Looks like you brawled with a hunter, little monster,” Bastien said. “Did you at least get a snack out of it?”

A snack.

Wednesday.

You leaned over and expelled every bit of blood you had gotten into your body. It didn’t make you feel any better. If anything, it only exacerbated the sharp pain in your chest to see just how much you had taken from her. From your girl. Your Wednesday.

A chunk of the countertop broke off in your hand. The kitchen went silent. You blinked slowly before looking down. It wouldn’t be an easy fix. But you could do it, it would just take a weekend or two. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to replace the entire counter.

“Boudin’s burnin’, cher,” Bastien said softly from beside you. When had he gotten there? “Go sit down, I got it.”

Niceties would get him nowhere. And yet, you still went and sat at the table between Enid and Wednesday. They were looking at you, you could feel it. But you couldn’t take your eyes away from the scar on Wednesday’s hand.

The scars you had caused.

You killed her.

“I know I asked for dinner,” Bastien said, “but I think I should head out for the night.” His hand rested on your shoulder; it was cold and soft. “It was nice meeting you both.”

He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek. His lips - much like you believed of your own - were cold. It wasn’t long before he pulled away. His footsteps were loud against the wooden floor, slowly getting softer and softer until the door opened and clicked shut.

Leaving you alone with your two girls.

Your two girls you nearly killed.

A monster.

[rachelsfav-queer]

Enid: *mocking* I cAn FiX HeR- DAMN IT I CAN MAKE HER WORSE AND I’LL LIKE IT!!

Yoko: You know what? Fair enough, you do you, pup! Get that sexy goth girl!

[sharklovingcriminals]

Wednesday: I am thrilled to announce that our room is haunted

Enid: What?

Bianca: Oh whatever, ghosts aren't real

Yoko: Yeah how'd you work that one out?

Wednesday: Well, I often hear heavy breathing and slight moaning noises in the night

Enid (blushing slightly): What? That's crazy?

Yoko:....

Bianca:...

Wednesday: Sometimes my name is whispered as well, very softly

Enid: Yeah no idea that's like so creepy huh

Yoko:...

Bianca:...

Wednesday: Sometimes I hear a creaking noise, like the sort beds make

Enid: I mean ghosts are always making things creak right we should probably get an exorcist in quick and not think too hard about anything that you like hear at night or anything

Yoko:....

Bianca:...

Wednesday: I am yet to find an explanation for the noise of vibration though

Enid: uh rattling pipes it must be there's really no other explanation at all that I can think of

Yoko: Clearly someone in your room has been making a lot of ectoplasm, huh pup?

Enid: shut up

[brenshor]

Wednesday: Are you talking to that squirrel?

Enid: I was a junior Pup Scout, uh, and I had to be versed in all the woodland creatures.

Enid to squirrel: Please continue.

[vaniloqu3nce]

Enid, kicking Yoko’s door down: So I did it! I asked Wednesday out!

Yoko: Oh my god! Congratulations, pup! I’m so proud of you, what did she say?

Enid: Well, that’s the weird part…she said yes but in the forest at noon?

Meanwhile…

Wednesday: And she asks me if I want to be more than friends and to do something later-

Eugene, hopeful: Yeah?

Wednesday: And so now I have to prepare for Enid and I to duel as mortal enemies. I wasn’t expecting it so soon.

Eugene, sighing: Wednesday I don’t think that’s what she meant

Wednesday: That’s ridiculous. What else could be more than friends?

Eugene: Well…

[mothsaresc4ry]

The friends were waiting in the emergency room, after Wednesday's eye got poked by Enid's nail while doing the deed

Enid: Oh god oh god oh god, what have I done

Yoko: calm down rainbow pup, she's going to be alright. You know her. And remember that she also threw a dagger at me, when I told her to go to the hospital

Doctor: *walks down the hall, looking down on his papers* Enid Sinclair?

Enid: *jumps up from her seat* THATS ME

Doctor: Miss Addams asked for you via pen and paper to be by her side while we take tests

Enid looked over at Yoko who nodded with a slightly smug smile

The Doctor walked the blonde to the room, asking her to sit down beside the goth

Enid: *sits down and takes Wednesday's hand*

Doctor: *lifts up a crayon* so Miss Addams... this crayon is red, right?

Wednesday:

Enid: Willa?

Wednesday:

Doctor: Miss Addams?

Enid: Oh god, what have I done?? She isn't even able to talk??? DID MY NAIL PINCH A NERVE OR SOMETHING?!

Doctor: Not that I know of..

Wednesday: it's maroon.

Doctor: pardon?

Wednesday: the crayon. It's maroon. Maybe you should let another doctor who got a higher degree take tests on you.

Doctor: excuse me?!

Enid: *mesmerized* isn't she so smart?

[achromatophoric]

Pre-Wenclair. One morning in Nevermore’s halls, Yoko comes across a frazzled and exhausted Enid.

Yoko: Yo, ’sup mah pup? How’s it—whoa. You look like shit.

Enid: *wild-eyed* Yoko! You’ve gotta help me! Take this!

Yoko: What— *handed a disc* —the crap, girl? Your eyes have got more baggage than Bianca’s last relationship! And what’s this?

Enid: It’s Wednesday’s white noise record. She— She got it to help her like—sleep better before next week’s midterms.

Yoko: Uh. This thing feels like chalkboard.

Enid: It IS chalkboard!

Yoko: Oh. Yikes.

Enid: You gotta hide it for me. I already trashed her mouthguard.

Yoko: Why’d you trash her—

Enid: It was TINFOIL!

Yoko: That uh—checks out.

Enid: I just… I can’t anymore! I’m still getting used to the noise— I mean my wolf hearing— *fists hair* —and-and-and—

Enid: —she just GRINDS her teeth like—so much, and the flippin’ chalkbo— *looks over shoulder* —Ohno.

Enid: *whisper-shrieks* Here she comes! Act natural!

Wednesday turns a corner just as Yoko slides the record under her shirt. The moment she spots the two, she storms over with fury in her bag-free eyes.

Yoko: Hey Addams, almost didn’t recognize you without your insomni-eyes. *smooth smirk*

Enid: Wednesday! Roomie! B-Bestie! Howdy howdy howdyyyyy! *totally natural twitchy smile*

Wednesday: *looks Enid up and down*

Wednesday: Sinclair. I seem to have misplaced my—

Enid: YOKO STOLE IT!

Yoko: *jaw drop*

Enid: I tried to stop her but she—she just wouldn’t listen!

Wednesday: *focuses on Yoko* I see.

Yoko: ENID! WHAT THE FU—

Enid: OMG! Lookit the time! Gonna be late to class! Imma just uh— G-O-T-T-O-G-O! *flees*

Yoko: BITCH IT’S SATU-Ohfuckme.

Wednesday: Thieving from an Addams, Tanaka? You remind me of my morning coffee.

Yoko: *gulps with knife to neck* Hot and d-dark?

Wednesday: Bold and spiked with something deadly.

Yoko: 😭

[areallygayloser]

June 28th, Enid’s birthday

Wednesday: Alright, Viper, Lupin, Roku. Are you three ready? Your mother will be home any minute now.

Viper, 6: Born ready!

Four year old Lupin nods aggressively, three year old Roku joins in too.

Wednesday: Viper, go get the cake. I’ll make sure she doesn’t bust through the door while were hiding.

Viper runs off into the kitchen, returns with the cake and hands it to Lupin, who starts heading upstairs with Roku in tow.

Wednesday: You ready Viper?

Viper shakes herself, and transforms into a wolf pup, she yips and runs off upstairs.

Wednesday smirks, silently stepping toward the window, seeing Enid step out of the car.

She slinks back into the shadows, and waits.

Enid, stepping through the door: I’m home!

Enid pauses, looking around: Wednesday? Lupin? Viper? Roku?

Enid now stepping toward the kitchen: Hello?

Wednesday darts from her hiding place, sneaking behind Enid’s back.

Enid, whipping around: Wednesday?

Enid:

Enid, now concerned: Come out guys.

Enid steps further into the house, taking a left into the kitchen: Guys..?

Wednesday darts upstairs, and into the pitch black room that everyone is hiding in.

Wednesday, whispering: Shhh, shes in the kitchen. Be ready to put on your scariest faces.

The kids, giggling: Okay!

Enid, now stepping up the stairs cautiously: Guys? Come on out now, I can smell you all.

Wednesday stands, gently taking the cake from Lupin and placing it on the bed.

Wednesday: Remember how I taught you all to make your eyes glow?

The kids nod, straining their faces and causing their eyes to illuminate.

Wednesday: Good, now just stare at the door.

Enid steps closer to the door, placing a hand on the knob: Are you in here?

Enid opens the door, and freezes when four pairs of eyes land on her.

Enid stares, her face going pale. Vipers brightly cyan colored eyes, Lupins forest green eyes, and Rokus blood red eyes all stare uncomfortably at Enid.

Wednesday blinks, her own jet-black eyes illuminating a midnight blue against the darkness of the room.

Enid, without breaking eye contact, shambles for the light-switch.

As the lights flick on, the children giggle and smile from ear to ear, holding the birthday cake with a large, “Happy Birthday Mom” sprawled on it.

Enid, sighing the biggest exhale of relief: I almost shit my pants.

Wednesday: We could see that.

[shipperofdoomedships]

Wednesday and Enid are walking down the hallway holding hands and each have a shovel over their shoulder. Wendesday's is a standard shovel minus a small candy skull sticker on the shaft, presumably placed their by Enid. Enid's shovel however, is spraypainted pastel pink with blue and purple jewels bedazzling the handle and shaft. Yoko and Divina watch with questioning looks as Wednesday and Enid approach. Enid smiles and gives a little finger waive to yoko using the hand holding the shovel. Yoko shakes her head and asks "Hey pup...whatcha got going on there?" Enid smiles and playfully rolls her eyes and says "date night at the graveyard, obvi!" Wednesday just nods in agreement and says "come along quierda, I have a couple of surprises planned for tonight." Enid bids Yoko goodbye and happily exits the building. Yoko turns to Divina flabbergasted and says "oh no...we've truly lost the pup now..." And Divina can only nod in agreement

[maoyuyy]

Big wolf is brave. But that human is still scary.

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This was supposed to be the final one of this series (?). but there were some new ideas pop up in my mind this morning so....maybe some more in the future... (or not)

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總覺得好像該暫時停止畫一下小狼…

不過我好像知道要怎麼讓W給阿狼抱抱了（？？？？

[random19xxx]

Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No.

Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No.

Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No Enid,now stop asking or I'll turn you into a wolf rug!

Enid:*whines louder*

Wednesday:I SAID NO DAMN IT! STOP ASKING!

(5 minutes later)

Wednesday: 2 large pup cups please.

Enid:*whines happily with her tail wagging*

The end❤️

[shippershipperyshippyship]

Wednesday: If you'll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to. I'll be off, Enid.

Enid: Yup, see ya in the dorm!

Bianca, smirks: Addams made the move, huh?

Enid: uh??? What???

Bianca: Pup, she calls you 'Sinclair.'

Enid: That's literally my last name.

Bianca: The slew of nicknames I have are; Scales, Queen Bee, Pest, Harpy, Bottom Feeder.

Bianca: Yours are: Enid. Sinclair.

Enid:

Bianca:

Enid: did you know she calls herself knife when she's little spoon

Bianca: Spoon doesn't exist in her repertoire, honey.

[rachelsfav-queer]

Costume Shopping

Yoko: *knocking on the door* C’MON GIRLIE!! I WANNA SEE WHAT YOU AND LIL GOTH ARE WEARING THIS YEAR!!

Enid: Ughh, FINEEE!! But you have to PROMISE you won’t laugh, Yoko! Hmph, this is so embarrassing, Willa.

Yoko: Absolutely zero promises whatsoever! You know the rules, pup!

Enid: *sighs* ALRIGHT! Come on, Willa. Let’s get this over with already. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Willa. Oh, who am I kidding. Of course you are. *opens the changing room door and exits with Wednesday*

Yoko/Divina/Bianca/Eugene: 🤣🫢��😵

Enid walks out first in an executioner’s costume holding Wednesday’s severed head in her hands. Then, Wednesday’s body walks out behind her in a highly detailed Marie Antoinette costume.

Suddenly, Wednesday’s disembodied head opens its eyes and screams at everyone.

Yoko/Divina/Bianca/Eugene: 😵😵😵😵

Enid: *embarrased and blushing* Oh come onnnn, Willa!! You said you wouldn’t pull that prank!! Ugh, literally so embarrassing, hmph.

(Day 23, Prompt 23 of Wenclair-Tober. FUCKING WHIPPEDDDDDDD!!!!!)

[barblaz-arts]

I luv the sharp teeth on Vega, are those like her real teeth or you just making a joke?

I’m imagining her as a pup and Wends and Enid having to put protective plastic on table and chair legs cause she’s a chewer

You mean the extra sharp teeth when she's all tiny? That's just how I like to draw her teeth when chibi. Just to show her resemblance to Enid, since I do the same thing with her. I like to make my chibi's distinct so you can tell who's who even if you only see their face

They probably did used to do that tho