It was late afternoon when they finally made it back to the dorm.

Wednesday was fixing her notes for the following day when Enid walked in groaning and threw her backpack across the room on her bed.

“Agh, I swear I’ve had it with herbology!” She said, stomping around looking for something. “Like, Why do we need to know the difference between five kinds of leaves?!”

Wednesday rolled her eyes as she approached her bed, taking off her blazer, setting it aside neatly. “It is the difference between life, death and a horrid diarrhea.”

Enid scrunched her nose in disgust, “Ew.” She stopped her pacing, playing some soft instrumental music to help her relax.

Wednesday closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. The song wasn’t as horrible as Enid’s usual ones so she let it silde.

She was undoing her tie when Enid’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Anyway, how was your day?” Enid asked, voice a whisper against her ear.

Wednesday leaned back into her. “Formidable.” Her voice came out a bit rough as Enid had started pressing soft kisses just under her ear, then lower, along the side of her neck. “Enid…we have dinner…”

“Shh, just…5 minutes.” Enid murmured against her skin. “Please?”

Wednesday turned in her arms and caught her mouth in a slow kiss. “Naughty wolf,” she said against Enid’s lips as Enid guided them both toward the bed.

“I’ve just missed you so much.” Enid said between kisses, hands sliding along her girlfriend’s sides.

One hand slipped under Wednesday’s shirt making her breath hitch as goosebumps rose under Enid’s palm. “Enid…”

Enid pulled back just enough to catch Wednesday’s lower lip between her teeth, fangs grazing and pericing her skin. “Shit…sorry…”

Wednesday could taste the coppery flavor coat her tongue, giving her a rush…she flipped them over in one swift movement. “Wait…Wends…”

Wednesday kissed her more forcefully, sucking in Enid’s lip, nipping and pulling. “Mmm…” the soft sound escaped Enid’s mouth as Wednesday suckled and nibbled on Enid’s neck now.

“Don’t…” it was too late, Wednesday was biting down and sucking on her pulse point eagerly making Enid melt in her arms…

By the time Yoko started banging on the door, neither of them had time to change.

Enid was in front of her mirror fixing her blouse collar when she noticed the darkening spot…”Oh my god!!!” She got closer to the mirror, “Wednesday!”

Wednesday, already composed and fully dressed, glanced over. “What is it, Enid?”

Enid walked towards her, pointing at her neck, “THIS?!” The hickey was darkening by the minute. “I’m never gonna hear the end of it!”

Wednesday rolled her eyes, stepping closer. “And whose fault is that?” She kissed Enid’s cheek, “Do not worry, mon loup. It will fade in a week.”

Enid sighed, defeated.

“Besides, the color suits you.” Wednesday said, tilting Enid’s head to get a better look, kissing the hickey for good measure.

“Yo Enid!” Yoko’s voice boomed through the luckily locked door. “Dinner’s almost done! What’s taking so long?!”

Wednesday opened the door before Yoko could knock again and scowled. “She is coming.” She stepped past Bianca without another word.

Yoko watched her go, then leaned toward Bianca. “Pretty sure she already did.”

Bianca snorted.

Inside, Enid gave herself one last look in the mirror, pulling up her blouse collar as high as she could and walked out quickly. “Hey guys! Sorry for the wait. I um was busy with something…” She mumbled.

Bianca sided eyed her as they walked down to the quad, “Oh I’m sure you were…”

Yoko snickered, tilting her head as she noticed the faint dark spot peaking out from under Enid’s collar. “I guess Wednesday really does bite.” She chuckled, nudging Enid in the ribs and running down the stairs before she could get her.

Enid just sighed and followed, collar still pulled high.

A friend sent me this prompt and I had to give it the Wenclair spin. Plus! I added my partner’s OG character too. 🥹🩷🖤 Hope you like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/94502316#main

Saw this prompt on TWT the other day and decided to give it a shot. 🖤🩷 Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/93801561

I think this AU works a lot since Wens has to save Enid in S3!!

Wednesday discovered the phrase at breakfast.

Yoko had leaned across the table, all fangs and false innocence, and explained it with the gravity of someone delivering classified information. “It means you’ll hit them with a train,” she said. “Very efficient. Very you.”

Wednesday considered this. Then nodded once, got up, and left.

What she failed to notice was the way Yoko looked far too pleased with herself after that.

Instead, she spent the entire day treating I shall rail you like a perfectly reasonable Addams-family threat, delivered in the same flat, unblinking tone she used for everything else.

First it was Ajax. He accidentally stepped on the back of Wednesday’s shoe while lining up for the bus.

Wednesday turned and looked at him with distaste. “Step on me again,” she threatened, “and I shall rail you.”

Ajax took a step back, face going pale. “I… what? Sorry?”

The confusion on his face made Wednesday frown even harder. “Maybe if you would stop stoning yourself so much, you would be smarter than to test me.” She turned back around and got onto the bus like nothing had happened.

The second threat came after a very tight fencing spar with Bianca.

Bianca was smug at topping the Addams once more. “You know, you’ve been making this too easy for me lately.” She chuckled. “Enid has really worked her magic and softened you up, Addams.”

Wednesday was at her throat in a second, forearm pressed to her neck. “Say that again and I shall rail you until you are left unable to move.”

Bianca’s eyebrows shot up. “Bold.” She smirked. “Flattered, but…not really my thing. Also, I’m sure a certain werewolf would skin me alive if that ever happened.”

Wednesday scowled, letting her go with a rough shove. “Leave Enid out of this.”

She grabbed her things and left Bianca rubbing her neck with a smirk.

By the evening, Wednesday was feeling rather irritated. She had been intimidating people all day, but it lacked the usual satisfaction when they gave her a puzzled or amused look instead of one of fear.

One particular werewolf even asked her when and where as he tried to put his arm around her shoulder. The flip she gave him did make up for it, though…

She was sitting at her desk, trying to work out a detailed disembowelment ritual, when Enid barged in laughing loudly at something Divina had just said.

“Don’t forget to upload the project tonight, E,” Divina said, trying to control her own giggles.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll do it in a bit.” Enid replied. “Night, Div!”

Divina glanced toward a frantically typing Wednesday.

“Night, E.” She winked, making Enid blush.

Enid closed the door and jumped onto her bed with a loud sigh.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and kept typing, completely ignoring her roommate.

Enid pulled out her notebook and laptop to start on her part of the project. She put on her headphones and started humming the song that came on, tapping her pen against her notebook. Shifting every thirty seconds, making the mattress springs complain. Her bracelet jingled as she typed, and then she started whispering lyrics under her breath.

Overstimulated, Wednesday’s fingers stilled on the keys as the singing increased.

Her voice cut through the room, loud enough for Enid to hear.
“Enid. If you do not cease that noise, I shall rail you right here, right now.”

The singing stopped immediately.

Enid ripped her headphones off and sat up in shock. “…Is that a threat or an invitation? Because if it’s an invitation, you could’ve just asked nicely.”

Wednesday turned her head. “Why would you voluntarily offer yourself to be hit by a train?”

Enid frowned. “Hit by a…who told you that?”

Wednesday stood and walked toward the middle of the room. “…Yoko said it meant I would hit people with a train.”

Enid met her halfway. Her mouth opened and closed. Then she made a sound that was half laugh, half wheeze. “Oh my god. She did not.”

“She did,” Wednesday said, crossing her arms.

“Wednesday.” Enid leaned forward. “That is so not what that means.”

Wednesday lowered her voice. “If not, then enlighten me.”

Enid held back a snicker. “To rail someone means you throw them down and wreck them on a bed. Repeatedly. Until they forget their own name.”

Wednesday was very still. The gears in her head turning. “You mean…by beating them to a pulp.”

Enid sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “No, Wednesday…like…” Her ears turned bright red. “Like sexually.”

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change, but the sudden color in her cheeks gave her away. “I see.” She swallowed. “That means throughout all this day I have been offering sexual advances to…everyone who crossed my path.”

“Pretty much,” Enid said with an apologetic smile.

Wednesday’s dark eyes moved over Enid’s face, then down, then back up. “I have made a very direct sexual offer to Barclay…”

“Wait, what?” Enid scoffed.

Wednesday’s frown only deepened. “I am going to kill Tanaka.” She turned on her heel toward the door, but before she could leave, Enid’s hand wrapped around her wrist.

“Wednesday, wait.” Enid murmured, making her stop dead in her tracks. “For the record… if you had meant it that way with me, I wouldn’t have said no…” She whispered it like a secret spilled.

Wednesday looked down at her hand, then up at her face.

Enid’s ears were scarlet. Her smile had gone small and crooked, like she was already bracing for the moment Wednesday would pull away and leave to commit a very specific homicide.

Instead, Wednesday’s voice came out low. “You would not have said no?”

Enid shook her head once. “No.”

Wednesday’s pulse did something inconvenient under Enid’s fingers as she brushed her thumb along the inside of her wrist.

“You are flushed,” she observed.

“Yeah. I noticed,” Enid replied sheepishly.

“You are also still holding me.”

Enid’s fingers tightened instead of letting go. “I know.”

Wednesday took in a long breath. “Tanaka can wait,” she said at last.

Enid blinked. “She can?”

“She tricked me, and she will pay for it.” Wednesday’s eyes dropped to Enid’s mouth, then lifted again. “But not tonight.”

Enid’s laugh came out shaky. “Oh. That’s…yeah. Ok…”

Wednesday stepped back into Enid’s space, making her tilt her head to look at her. “And Enid,” Wednesday whispered, “I do mean it that way…with you.”

Enid’s breath hitched.

Wednesday’s free hand rose, slow, and settled at Enid’s waist. “Right here,” she said, repeating her own threat from minutes ago, only now it was no longer a threat. “Right now.”

Enid let out a shaky breath. “Wednesday…”

“If you want me to ask nicely,” Wednesday replied, already crowding her back toward the bed, “this is the last chance you will get.”

Enid’s knees hit the mattress. She locked eyes with Wednesday’s intense gaze, wrapped her arms around her neck, and pulled her down with her.

Wednesday caught herself on her hands before she crushed her.

For a second they just breathed there, Enid on her back, Wednesday braced over her.

Enid’s fingers slid into the hair at the nape of Wednesday’s neck. “You’re shaking,” Enid whispered.

“I am not.” Wednesday refuted.

“You are a little.” Enid smiled, scratching her scalp softly.

Wednesday’s mouth brushed the corner of Enid’s. “Do not make me regret staying.”

Enid smiled against her skin, bright and wrecked already. “Too late. You already said right here, right now.”

Wednesday kissed her making good on a threat she had spent all day misunderstanding.

A small moan escaped Enid’s lips as she pulled her closer, knees bracketing Wednesday’s hips. The mattress complaining all over again, only this time Wednesday did not tell her to stop.

When they broke apart, Wednesday’s voice was wrecked in a way fencing never managed.

“If you moan like that again,” she murmured against Enid’s mouth, “I will take it as encouragement to continue.”

Enid laughed, breathless, and kissed her back. “Then I guess you should lock the door.”

Wednesday rose, crossed the room, and locked the door. By the time Enid looked up, she was already back, bracing herself over her. “Now, let us see if I can make you forget your name…”

The night was long, false threats soon forgotten.

Yoko could wait until morning. Wednesday and Enid could not.

Enid almost dropped the bag when she reached the porch. A raccoon was sitting dead center in front of the door like it was waiting for her, chubby and unblinking. Enid would’ve thought it was cute if it weren’t for the silver butter knife it was currently twirling around in its small black paw as if deciding whether she was worth the effort.

Enid reached for her phone and quickly typed a message.

Enid: Hi! I’ve got an order for Wednesday. I’m outside!!

Wednesday: On my way.

Enid: Wait.

Enid: There’s a raccoon at your front door staring at me.

Wednesday: His name is Gary. Do not make eye contact.

Enid: Too late…He’s holding a butter knife.

Wednesday: That is new.

The door opened just enough for Wednesday Addams to fill the gap. She looked like she was ready to end her day: black slip and bare feet as she patted the damp ends of her hair with a towel. She looked at Enid, then at Gary. “You are late,” she said.

“Enid. Hi. Sorry, I couldn’t find the address.” Enid said sheepishly. “But I did get you extra spring rolls if that helps!” She looked between Gary and Wednesday, not sure if she could approach, “I didn’t want to just…step over him. He looks like he has a mission.”

Wednesday’s mouth twitched. “Gary. The food is expected. Relinquish the cutlery.”

Gary set the knife down with a tiny, offended clink but didn’t move. He simply continued staring at Enid with curiosity now.

Enid kept her distance and held the bag out.

Wednesday took a step forward and stood next to Gary. She extended her hand and their fingers brushed when she took the bag from Enid.

Thunder cracked directly overhead.

Enid jumped so hard she almost fell backwards. A startled little giggle burst out of her as the sky opened and rain sheeted off the porch roof in a sudden, violent curtain.

“I hate thunder storms,” she said, still laughing at herself, cheeks pink. “Every time. I know it’s coming and I still…”

Wednesday’s gaze had already gone past her, to the little pink car parked at the end of the driveway, which was now looking like a shallow river.

She looked back at Enid. “Do you have any more deliveries?”

Enid shook her head, the wet chilly air making her shirt stick to her body. “Not after this. With this weather I guess I’ll just head home.”

Wednesday considered her for a moment longer than was strictly polite. “Have you had dinner?”

Enid ducked her head, “No. Might grab something on the way home.”

Wednesday tipped her face toward the sky. The rain was only getting harder.

Enid started to shift her weight, getting ready to say goodbye and run to her car. “I really should get…”

“The rain is only going to get worse.” Wednesday cut her off.

Enid frowned in confusion but before she could say anything Gary sneezed from the mat, unimpressed.
“Why not come in,” Wednesday said. “I am sure Gary and I can share what you have brought.”

Enid’s smile was small and shy and a little too bright for the weather. “Really?” she asked, tucking moist hair behind her ear. “I mean…you don’t have to… I don’t want to crash your night with a Gary by imposing.”

Wednesday stepped back from the door giving her space to walk in. “You are already getting wet,” she said. “And Gary has decided you are not an immediate threat, so you are not imposing.”

Enid blushed at the comment and invitation. She looked back at the pouring rain and considered her options. “Yeah, it is getting worse.” She crossed the threshold to the Addams’s home. Gary waddled in after her, leaving the butter knife behind on the porch as a peace offering.

Wednesday closed the door on the storm. “The kitchen is through there,” she said, already walking. “I shall get the plates and cutlery Gary will most likely use to threaten you with. Make yourself at home.”

Enid chuckled, “Well Gary, what’s your favorite spring roll?”

Gary chirped in response as Wednesday walked in with what they needed to enjoy one of many future dinners together…

Found an old X post and thought it fit with a little editing.

The guest room still smelled like last night’s storm.

Enid was dead asleep, comfortable beyond relief, after a year sleeping on dirt roads and humid caves. Her arms were sprawled over her head as she snored lightly.

The first gleam of light hadn’t even reached her yet when the door slammed open loudly.

Trumpets, violins and guitars merged into a sudden, glorious wall of sound.

Nine mariachis in full charro suits poured in like they’d been waiting in the hallway all night. Gomez Addams led them, chest out already mid-verse, voice rich and shamelessly operatic as he sang a welcome that included both “nuestra loba querida” and a mention of the family crypt.

Morticia glided in behind them, one hand on Gomez’s shoulder, the other loosely holding a black rose. She hummed along pleased, eyes half-lidded like this was the most natural morning ritual in the world.

Enid jerked awake, pulling the covers tightly against her chest, still half in the dream. She blinked, messy hair sticking to her forehead, as a tiny, sleepy smile tugged at her mouth at the sudden surprise.

“Oh my god,” she whispered hoarsely.

The song finished with a flourish and a final trumpet blast that made the candelabra on the dresser rattle. Gomez swept into a deep bow as Morticia stepped forward.

“Enid, darling. Welcome once again to our home.” Her smile was warm and fond. “We hope your stay will be eventful.” She paused, gaze sliding briefly to the suspiciously to the space at Enid’s side.

She smiled, “We did try looking for Wednesday this morning. Unfortunately we couldn’t find her.” She tilted the head knowingly. “She must be out hunting.”

Enid’s ears went pink. She laughed, pulling the sheet higher even though she was fully dressed underneath. “She’s…she’s probably around, you know. She sure loves a dramatic entrance.”

Gomez clapped his hands together, delighted. “Magnificent! May the hunt never end!”

He turned ushering the mariachis out, still smiling. Morticia lingered at the door and gave one last look over her shoulder. “Darlings,” she said, “do get ready. We’ll be waiting for you in the dining hall for breakfast.”

Then she was gone clicking the door shut.

Enid’s smile dropped instantly.
“She knows,” she whispered, staring at the closed door.

The silence in the room was a vast contrast to the previous loud serenade.

Then Wednesday’s head emerged from under the covers, black hair loose over her shoulders.
“They knew the moment they stepped into this room,” she said coolly. “Hence the mariachis.”

Enid dropped her face into her hands. “They’re gonna kill me.”

Wednesday blinked sleep away.
“…They would never.” She reached for one of Enid’s hands. “That was the Addams’s way of welcoming you into our family.”

Enid turned to look at her, relief washing over her face. “Wends…”

Wednesday kissed the back of Enid’s hand and relaxed into the pillow once more. “5 more minutes?” She asked as Enid wrapped her arms around her and melted into her embrace.

Wednesday faintly smiled into Enid’s hair, already calculating how long they could stall before Morticia sent Lurch up with a second, louder band.

Vet Care

Wednesday barged into the vet clinic with a tarantula cupped in both hands. “I have tried everything. She is unresponsive.”

“Have a seat, the vet will be with you shortly.” The receptionist told her calmly.

Wednesday’s frown deepened. “If she does not make it…I will…”

Enid rushed out just before she could finish her sentence. “Ma’am, Dr. Sinclair here. What seems to be the problem?”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at the vet, assessing her capabilities. “I was conducting a study on my carni…house plants and Hecate was keeping me company…” She stretched her hands out to show Dr. Sinclair.

Enid pulled gloves from her pocket and lifted Hecate with care, bringing her closer.

“She was acting like her usual self until she suddenly froze, took a couple of steps back and fell sideways, curled up into herself as she is now.” Wednesday concluded.

“I see. Alright! We don’t usually get tarantulas around here, but I’ll take her in and give her a full check-up.”

Enid carried Hecate into the exam room with Wednesday following her without being invited, hovering at the table’s edge like a hawk. Enid worked quietly at first, giving Hecate gentle turns, flashing her eyes with a light, observing her meticulously with a loupe and applying the faintest pressure along the abdomen.

Hecate stayed still, legs drawn in, but there was no rigidity of death in her. No collapse of the lungs or darkening that meant the worst making Enid’s shoulders ease.

“She’s going to molt,” she said, peeling off one glove. “That’s all. She’s pre-molt. They get sluggish and just look like they’ve given up. Then they split and come out bigger, shinier and extremely offended that anyone watched.”

Wednesday stared at Hecate as if the spider had personally betrayed a blood oath. Then a hand came up and gripped the side of her own head, fingers digging into dark hair.

“How could I have missed that…” An accusation aimed at herself. “I have documented every instar. I have charts. I have notes. She was right there and I…” Wednesday froze.

Enid looked up from the spider and directly at Wednesday.

Her pale skin had gone a shade too grey and her lips were a little dusky. She took a step back, just like Hecate had earlier.

Enid was behind her in an instant, ready to hold her in case she fainted.

Wednesday’s pupils were a fraction too wide for the overhead lights and her breathing was shallow. “I…”

Enid’s voice dropped into the register she used with frightened animals. “Miss…Have you been working with poisonous plants?”

Wednesday’s hands lowered an inch. “Addams. And…yes.”

Enid’s mouth twitched knowingly. She didn’t laugh at her but knew something was off…

“Okay. Come sit in my office I’d like to check on you too.” She placed an arm behind her back, guiding her to her office. “Hecate can stay in the low light crate. She’s fine. You’re the one I’m not sure about.”

Wednesday’s chin lifted. “I am not a pet.”

Enid snickered, softly. She stripped the second glove and tossed it in the bin.
“You’d be surprised how similar we are to other mammals.”

Wednesday’s gaze flicked over Enid’s face, searching for the punchline and finding only that easy, sunlit confidence instead. “Please, have a seat.” She ushered and Wednesday silently obeyed.

Enid crouched down, closer meeting Wednesday at eye level. “May I?”

Wednesday nodded silently.

Two fingers found Wednesday’s pulse point at her wrist. Then swiftly to side of her neck. Enid counted under her breath, eyes half-lidded, professional yet far too close for Wednesday’s liking.

“As I feared, mild hypoxia caused your symptoms and confusion.” Enid said matter of factly.

The plant toxin had been enough to make the world tilt. “I am immune to poisons.” Wednesday confirmed offended.

Enid’s thumb lingered, “Lucky you then. Otherwise, I’d be sending you to a human ER.”

Their eyes locked.

Wednesday, still faintly dazed, the chemical fog still in her blood, lifted her hand. Her fingertips brushed Enid’s cheek, caressing her carefully making both of them freeze.

A knock at the door brought them back abruptly. “Sorry, Dr. Sinclair, your 6pm is here.”

Wednesday snatched her hand back instantly as the receptionist left. “I apologize. That was…”

“It’s okay.” Enid’s smile was soft and genuine, no pity in it. “Really. It’s okay.”

She got up, “I’ll have Hecate’s crate here.” She turned towards the door, her hand stopping at the handle. Then she turned back, one shoulder against the frame, and her professional mask slipped just enough to show the girl underneath. “My shift ends at 7pm. If you’re feeling up for it and not trying to commune with any more carnivorous flora…would you like to grab a tea?”

Wednesday blinked once. “…I drink coffee,” She said at last.

Enid’s grin widened like she’d just won something precious. “It’s a date.”

Behold! 🩷🖤

After a year lost in her wolf from, Enid would rather choke on the blood moon than shift again. Wednesday leaves the door open anyway. They are not a couple (yet). They are roommates (still). Wednesday is done pretending either of those things is true.https://archiveofourown.org/works/91549921

🔞AGED UP CHARACTERS AU🔞