summary．enid finds something surprisingly pleasant to do on an otherwise dreary evening at nevermore.
warnings/themes．fluff, spin the bottle, making out, ooc wednesday,,
words．1.8k
There's absolutely nothing to do on campus.
At least not that interests you, anyway...
Staring at the ceiling, bored and trying to think of something you could do.
Maybe you should try sleeping? No, too early. You're not tired. You're restless. You could do something else. But what? Maybe read a book? You're not in the mood for a book—
“Hey, you two,” Enid chirps from the other side, her gaze darting between you and Wednesday.
Your head lifts, attention turning to your roommate, while Wednesday barely looks up from her desk, the typewriter keys clicking beneath her fingers.
The blonde werewolf has an idea.
Holding a clear bottle, a smirk tugs at her mouth. “How about a game of spin the bottle?”
Wednesday, unsurprisingly, shows no interest, giving a sharp, terse, “No,” followed by her not even pausing her writing.
Though the raven seems uninterested, you perk up at the idea, finding more interest than her. There's nothing else to do. Might as well... “Alright, I'm in,” you announce, sitting up, “but, uh—” You cast a glance at Wednesday. “I don't think we can play with just two people.”
Enid grins wider. Her gaze immediately flicks to Wednesday.
Wednesday feels that look, eyes narrowing. Her jaw tenses. Fingers pausing their rapid typing. “I'm busy.”
Enid pouts, whining out, “Aw, c'mon, just one game. For the fun of it. Then you can go back to your writing. We won't bother you after that.”
She's about to reject her once again when you, clearly in support of Enid, chime in with, “Just one game won't hurt, will it, Wednesday? It'll be fun.”
She turns a sharp glare on you. It falters when she sees you staring at her with pleading eyes. Wednesday huffs, looking quite displeased, then, with a disgruntled sigh, she reluctantly pushes her typewriter aside before standing up, the chair scraping across the ground.
Both you and Enid exchange victorious looks.
You clear the room to make room for the game. Pushing away your desks, chairs, and anything else that may get in the way. Once the floor is clear, you sit, with Wednesday doing the same, though she crosses her legs, looking bored. Enid takes the bottle and sits in front of both of you.
“Alright! The rules are pretty easy. Each of us takes a turn spinning the bottle and whoever the bottle points to when it stops has to kiss the other. It could be on the cheek or on the mouth.” Enid adds quickly, “Just a friendly kiss...” She pauses, gaze drifting to you, and quickly averts elsewhere, “for now, at least.”
For now?
That caught your attention. You frown, squinting your eyes at Enid, only to have her innocently look away, giving the bottle an excited but quick shake, and then set it onto the floor between all three of you.
“Ready? I'll go first since I suggested the game. We'll do it clockwise, so then you'll go after me, then Wednesday. And the game's over once all three of us have spun it once. Does that sound fair?”
She receives a nod from you and another huff from the ravenette.
Enid beams before spinning the bottle, sending it in a whirling spiral across the ground. The bottle goes round...and round... and round...and finally, it comes to a stop...pointing at...
“Aw, Wednesday!”
You grin, glancing between Enid and Wednesday. The former giggles with excitement. The latter just stares down at the pointed neck of the bottle with a blank expression, though you notice a slight twitch in her jaw.
The ravenette seems to sense your excitement. Her eyes flicker over, meeting yours before drifting back to the blonde werewolf. “Do I have to?”
“Rules are rules,” Enid replies.
Wednesday sighs, resigned to the fact that yes, she does have to.
She heaves herself up, crawling over to Enid and giving her a kiss on the cheek. It barely lasts two seconds, you'd think that it never even happened. She sits back just as quickly, straightening her back, looking at you.
“Your turn.”
You look at Enid, seeing the clear disappointment. Was she hoping for something more intimate between them? Like...
Shaking your head quickly, you reach for the bottle in an attempt to clear the sudden thoughts. Grabbing ahold of it, you give it a firm, quick twist.
The bottle sputters and spins around on the floor, slowing...and slowing...and it comes to a stop...pointing at none other than...
Enid.
The blonde's face immediately brightens, the disappointment from earlier forgotten almost instantly.
You glance at Wednesday, expecting her to look disinterested, but instead, you find her already staring at you, and your gaze is drawn to her parted lips, her rigid shoulders, the slight twitch in her fingers—
You push those thoughts away. You're just imagining things.
Wednesday is just in a bad mood because she was forced to play along. She probably still hates it as much as she did at first.
Gulping nervously, you turn to Enid, crawling forward until you're in front of her.
The grin on her face grows bigger. And you're only just noticing the pink flushing her cheeks. You feel your heart quicken a little. Why, you have no idea. Nerves.
Leaning in, you're about to kiss her cheek when suddenly, she grabs your jaw and pulls you in, lips crashing against yours. Your hand instinctively reaches out to brace yourself, only to have your palm land on her thigh.
Enid, clearly not concerned about keeping things PG, eagerly kisses you, and though surprised, you find yourself returning the kiss, warmth searing through your body. You'd think she wanted this all along. She threads her hand through your hair and boldly runs her tongue along your lower lip, but before you get the chance to open your mouth—
A sharp cough snaps you out of the heated kiss. Reminding you that there's another person sitting right behind you.
You quickly pull back from Enid, who looks rather content. She releases her grip, letting your hair slip through her fingers, then sits back, licking her slightly swollen lips. “Okay, Wends, your turn.”
Wednesday doesn't say anything as you sit back to your previous spot, watching while she grabs the bottle and spins it. The three of you watch it twirl and spin across the floor, whirling around and around, until it finally, slowly, comes to a stop...pointing towards...
...
You.
Shit.
Is she going to kiss you the same way Enid did...? No. Probably just a quick kiss on the cheek.
But...what if...
What if—
Wednesday lifts her dark eyes to meet yours, staring you down for a good five seconds, as though contemplating something. She then pushes herself up on her knees, slowly crawling over, stopping just before you, eyes flicking briefly to yours before dropping down to your lips.
“Wednesday...” you murmur, shuddering as her cold fingers grip the back of your neck to pull you closer.
No witty comment or smartass remark leaves her lips. The only sound that comes from her is a low hum, and—
She presses her soft lips against yours, and unlike the kiss with Enid, Wednesday kisses you fiercely, tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth, gently biting to make you gasp into her mouth and slip her tongue inside.
Hands grasping her waist, clutching it tightly, wanting her closer, while hers drift down, coming to rest on your shoulders. Her tongue swipes against your own before wrapping around it, dominating your mouth, and she tilts her head, angling you better.
Wednesday moans quietly as your nails rake across her back, nearly causing her to lean forward. She manages to catch herself, using your shoulders for support, and pulls back, panting. Her gaze falls to your swollen lips, glistening with saliva, the corners rising up slightly in an almost smirk.
You've never seen Wednesday look at you so...predatory. The heat in your face spreads to your stomach at the almost animalistic look in her eyes.
“Oh.”
Remembering the other girl sitting beside you, you turn your head to find Enid, who doesn't look all that happy with being cockblocked.
“That was way more than a simple kiss on the cheek and not fair at all. Not when I only got a quick one. I didn't even get the chance to try and slip my tongue into her mouth. Not fair, not fair at all—”
“Come here, then,” you interrupt, gesturing to the spot next to you.
She immediately perks up, wasting no time in slipping over to sit beside you. Like an overeager puppy. “Really...?” she asks, eyes flitting between you and Wednesday.
You nod.
And that's all it takes for Enid to pounce on you, capturing your lips with her own. She wastes no time pushing her tongue into your mouth, delving in to meet yours instantly. Fuck, she's even more eager than before. Moans slip out between your lips as her tongue explores the warm cavern of your mouth, her hand slowly sliding beneath your shirt.
Enid finally pulls back, panting with her mouth partly open, and before you can even catch your breath, Wednesday hooks her fingers beneath your jaw, roughly turning your head to her, and instantly seals her lips against yours.
She nips and sucks on your bottom lip, tongue slipping in as she takes control, forcing your tongue to move against hers.
The werewolf takes the opportunity to latch onto your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your burning skin. Enid's clearly determined to leave her mark. Mark on your neck and mark on the girl who just kissed you the way she wanted to.
Wednesday doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, too focused on keeping your attention. She takes your mouth like she owns it. Lungs burning from the need for air, and yet you can't bring yourself to pull away, grasping her shirt and kissing her back with the same hunger.
Never in a million years did you ever think you would be kissed and claimed by both girls at the same time. One pair of sharp canines grazing and nibbling on your neck; the other set of cold, firm, and demanding lips devouring yours with an overwhelming thirst. Fingers in your hair, on your neck, on your shoulders, your waist, your thi—
THUD.
The sudden sound forces everyone to freeze. Both sets of lips reluctantly leave your skin. All three of you turn to look at the cause of the noise and find...a book.
...and a very disgruntled-looking Thing.
That damned hand.
Wednesday abruptly stands up, brushing herself off as if nothing ever happened. “This game is over,” she says, ignoring Thing. “I shall return to my writing.”
“Y-yeah, uh, me too,” Enid quickly chimes in, pushing herself up. “I'm going to get back to my project.”
Damn.
That leaves you staring after them as they make their escape. Leaving you sitting there, confused and dazed, until your thoughts snap back to the actual cause of the interruption.
Thing.
The severed hand then has the audacity to raise its middle finger at you.
Summary: Constance is going to ruin your life. Not that you're sure you want to keep living it anyway.
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of scars, mentions of past trauma
Pairing: Wenclair x Vampire!Reader (Enid x Reader focused this chapter)
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“So that’s your new family?”
Dishes clinked and scratched against each other in the sink. Your hands stung and ached, blistered by the scalding water that you couldn’t bother allowing to cool. It didn’t hurt, but you could recognise the fact that it should have. An unusual sensation. It was better than the strange, slightly itchy feeling crawling over your skin.
“Close friends.”
Constance hummed, the sound drowned out by the liquid in her mug. It had only been a few weeks, but her eyes had regained their dull glow. Her pallid skin had returned to appearing warm and inviting. Some would consider it her best quality; unaware of the danger hidden behind her appealing, humanoid appearance. You were no fool.
And apparently, neither was Wednesday nor Enid.
“They seem nice.” Your eyes were focused on the small fibers left behind from the drying towel. “The children appear a little wild, but nice.”
“We don’t have to be friends, ‘Nance,” you said, turning around and resting against the sink counter.
She froze, dark eyes glued to yours.
“You can stay as long as you need, but we don’t need to do this.”
“Do what?”
“This,” you gestured around to the empty apartment where, by some unusual choice, Constance was sitting as close to you as possible. “We don’t need to make small talk, or reminisce, or say nice things about the people I associate with.”
“We’re siblings, cher,” Constance said softly. “I just want to catch up on the things I’ve missed.”
No. No, you didn’t need her to catch up on things. If it had been up to you, you never would’ve let her stay in the first place. Wednesday’s unusually warm heart had softened you up to the idea at your apartment, and now you couldn’t go back on it. That didn’t mean you were going to let Constance know every bit of your life. Quite frankly, it was none of her business.
“They’re family,” you conceded quietly.
Constance smiled. “But not like us, right?” Her shoulders raised in a shrug. “Ain’t nothin’ stronger than blood.”
The breath exhaled through your nose like a nearly-silent jet stream. The small saying brought visions of the past, of running through the parish alongside Constance and Bas, looking for trouble wherever it found you. No one in the whole wide world gave you a second glance, and you were happy that way because it meant no one could tear your family apart. The three of you against the world.
"Ain’t nothin’ stronger,” you repeated.
Living with Constance again was something you hadn’t ever planned on doing. You had taken your separate paths, happy to diverge from the trail in a direction that had nothing to do with the other. You weren’t similar. As you got older, you hadn’t even really liked each other. She was too reckless, you acted far too superior. Or so she claimed.
The living room and kitchen remained spotless, but the guest room had turned into a rightful vampire den. Blood-stained bottles and kitchenware lay scattered around the room, littering every inch of furniture and floor. If the old hostel hadn’t been enough to scare you away, the mess of your guest room certainly had.
“Are the Addamses coming over anytime soon?” Constance asked.
“No,” you said far too quickly, turning around to take a sip of your tea before continuing the dishes.
“Really?”
“Why do you care?”
“I wanted to get to know them,” she said. “I need to know the one who gave you those scars.”
Hm. That was exactly the reason you wouldn’t invite the Addamses over. It was bad enough that Bas knew about Enid, but Constance? She was a loose canon even under the best of circumstances, you couldn’t imagine if she found out who had (in her mind) tried to kill her big sibling. Constance was feral when sober, but you couldn’t guarantee her sobriety forever.
She wouldn’t lay a finger on Enid.
Getting used to living with Constance again wasn’t the worst situation in the world. She was a phenomenal cook, and it was rather nice having actual food to take in for lunch. Janice eased up on her teasing when you had real lunch. You never admitted it was due to your unwelcome guest.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Constance asked a few hours later.
She leaned against the doorway to your office, looking like some lost puppy. You didn’t have time for her antics. If she wanted to watch a movie, she could do it on her own. There were three cases you were preparing for, and none of them could afford slacking off. It was your livelihood on the line, you couldn’t just abandon it because your sister wanted to watch a movie.
“Start it without me,” you mumbled. The words on the desktop screen jumbled together. You couldn’t stop.
“You work this hard when your little wolf is here?”
The cold blood boiled in your veins. “Don’t talk about her.”
“Oooh, so sensitive,” she huffed, “Bas didn’t tell me you were so possessive.”
“Constance.” Your fingers paused on the keys. “That’s enough.”
“He did say you got grumpy.”
“Why are you talking about me behind my back?”
“Well it ain’t like we can do it in front of your face, cher, you’re never home.”
You exhaled harshly through your nose. Argumentative as always. You were the lawyer, but even you knew it was a losing fight. Bas would play nice and could convince someone to do anything. All he had to do was smile. You had your quirks, and you couldn’t win every time, but you could get your way if you wanted.
But Constance, oh, she could argue until you gave in simply to shut her up.
The logical part of your brain told you to keep your mouth shut. She couldn’t argue if you didn’t feed into her behaviour. That wasn’t how you stamped a bad habit, you had to starve it. But the other part of your brain, the much louder part, nagged you to keep arguing. She couldn’t win, she didn’t deserve to win.
“Someone’s at your door,” Constance said, and both parts of your brain fell silent.
A gentle knock quickly followed her words. The smallest smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, slowly morphing into a large, Cheshire cat smile. A lethal look that pulled countless men into her grasp. She inched backward, eyes locked with yours in a wordless battle of self-control.
Her hand grasped your wrist as you pushed past her in the doorway. Frozen fingers brushed against the sensitive scars. Jolts of electricity raced through your dry veins, growls echoing in your mind. You raced Constance to the door. You didn’t hear the sounds through the door; didn’t hear the hushed whispers on the other side of the wood until you opened the door and the silence enveloped your apartment.
The men in burgundy always smelled sickeningly sweet, like hot honey slowly dripped over rotten meat. Impeccably dressed as always, their long black hair was slicked back, each individual hair held in place by its own overabundance of grease. Suit jackets were suspicious as best, but on the men-in-black wannabes, they looked like nothing more than children wearing their father’s clothing.
Terror seized your every muscle.
“Can I help you?” You asked, your voice staying calm and neutral, betraying every ounce of fear underneath your skin.
“Fine evening to you,” the shorter man on the left said with dead eyes and a monotone voice. “We happen to be looking for a friend of ours,” he said with a tilt of his head, “would you be able to help us find her?”
"I’m not sure who you’re looking for,” you said.
“My apologies. She goes by the name Constance.”
All movement behind you halted. Constance exhaled; loudly to your ears, but inaudible to the Hunters’. You hoped she could feel the resentment spewing from your pores. Not once had you ever been on a Hunter’s list, and now they were knocking on your door? Peering into your apartment, trying to catch you in a lie?
“I’m not really one to give information without a subpoena.”
“A subpoena?” The taller one asked in a voice like nails on a chalkboard. “We’re hardly of any authority to issue those.”
“Then you’re hardly of any authority to expect an answer,” you said with finality. “I wish you luck in your search.
You pushed the front door closed, eager to be rid of the haunting omens. The door bounced off a well-polished shoe sticking in your doorway. Your eyes glued themselves to the shoe. Just three centimeters into your apartment. Too much. They hadn’t asked permission to enter.
“I trust,” the one in the doorway started in a low tone, “that you know not to get in our way.”
“You’ve evaded our list thus far,” the other continued, looking deep into your eyes. They wrapped around your chest with greasy fingers and squeezed. “It would be wise to remain that way.”
Chills ran down your spine. You had remained off their list your entire life; a personal goal you had made it a point to maintain. A sense of pride, even, to know you were one of the few to remain on the Hunters’ good side. The fact they were knocking on your door in the first place had your hands shaking where they rested.
“Have a good evening, Counselor,” one of them said. Quickly, the foot in your doorway disappeared, and you held eye contact until the door closed.
Soft footsteps thumped against the carpet outside your apartment, heading away from your door. You could barely discern the stairway door opening and slowly clicking shut, blocking out the sound of steps down the concrete stairs. A few seconds passed, and you finally heard two car doors shut, the engine turn over, and the foreign car drive down the street.
“That was close,” Constance whispered. “I thought we were goners.”
We?
Your fingers curled around the car keys and you slammed the door behind you, following in the footsteps of the Hunters.
———
Walking when the weather was just starting to warm up was a welcome distraction. No Constance, no Hunters, nothing to cause unnecessary stress within the delicate ecosystem that was your nervous system. It was best with the moon high in the sky. A half moon so as not to burn your unshielded eyes.
The city was silent as you traversed the well-known streets. You briefly wondered if Constance was safe; if the Hunters had come back to the house. But the immediate kink in your stomach concluded you didn’t care. She was the reason these situations were arising in the first place.
The bells tolled at the old chapel down the street. A quaint little church with no more than 20 congregates, your feet always attempted to pull you nearer and nearer, desperate to walk amongst the hallowed halls bathed in aged stained glass. Most nights you rejected the idea, refusing to accept the ache that settled deep within your bones.
Tonight was worthy of the sacrifice.
Father was rarely in on a Thursday night which was perfect. He couldn’t sit beside you and ask you to bare your soulless sins. The pews were nearly empty, the candles at the altar were lit, and you could hear the faintest rumblings of the bells as they eased back into their relaxed state.
As someone’s whispered prayers were uttered to the empty halls, you sat yourself down in the middle of the rows. Not too close to the front where you felt naked and vulnerable to the world, but not the back where you felt the call of outside pulling at your spine. The direct middle left you content, almost exhausted.
There were occasions you had sat in the pew until the sun shone through the glass, leaving coloured pictures painting the floor. Images of angels worshiping on their knees, praying to a God that would never hear them. They suffered so beautifully and received nothing but suffering in return. Those angels loved and worshiped and sacrificed for something they could never have again.
Endless suffering looks beautiful on them.
“I didn’t know you went to church.”
Your hands remained clasped, held together by the nails that anchored themselves in your skin. No words left your lips; no prayers, no pleas for repentance or forgiveness. The large wooden cross at the front of the church loomed over you, covering your body in a shadow surrounded by moonlight.
Familiar footsteps echoed through the empty room, getting closer and closer to your position. The invisible pull toward the cross shifted, instead pulling you to your right, urging you to move and greet whoever was coming to your side. Your dead heart filled with pressure until you felt your chest would explode, leaving yourself bare in front of God.
“Aspen said they saw you here,” the voice continued softly. “And mentioned something about a hunter.”
Even if you hadn’t recognised the voice, felt the pull of her words, you would have known her. Warmth radiated from her from halfway across the chapel. When she knelt beside you and her shoulder brushed against yours, your skin seared like a burn from the sun. If you remained still for too long, you swore the flesh would have peeled in thin, translucent layers.
“Did they see Constance?” The words seared up your throat, leaving it raw and parched.
“I don’t know,” she said, and you could practically hear the way she shook her head. “They didn’t say.”
Your nails untethered themselves from your skin, leaving small red crescents between each knuckle and at the base of each thumb. The wounds were perfectly pierced, they would barely leave a scar. Your eyes were tired, but they couldn’t resist opening and looking upon her face in awe.
Enid.
“Wednesday would have come too,” she gave a tired chuckle, “but you know how she is with churches.”
“I’m sure she would have combusted,” you teased.
The glow of the moon illuminated both of your scars. Matching imperfections to connect you for life. Enid was truly beautiful. Her hair was currently a dark blonde that accentuated the features of her face. Your knuckles ached to caress her skin, to feel her warmth on your cold fingertips.
“You’re getting harder to contact,” Enid said softly. She smiled and shook her head. “Wednesday said you didn’t want to be found but I think that’s ridiculous.”
Enid’s optimism could have made you sick. Tugging tightly at the knot in your stomach, squeezing your lungs until no air was left. And yet the sickness wracking your soul wasn’t enough to refute her claim.
She was right. You had been ignoring their calls, desperate to be left alone. No part of you would allow them to include themselves with Constance around. She brought Hunters, and Hunters brought death. You wouldn’t dare risk their lives so carelessly. So you evaded their attempts, deleting each missed call in a piss poor attempt to hide your shame.
“You wouldn’t leave us again, right?”
You would. You would leave them again in a heartbeat if it kept them safe. Your very presence was dangerous enough, but a Hunter would kill them. They would kill them for pure enjoyment, and you couldn’t stand by and let it happen. So you would keep them to their own lives, blissfully unaware of the dangers that creeped in their periphery.
“How has it been?”
Your head tilted.
“Living with Constance.”
Oh. That.
“Not as horrible as one would believe,” you admitted purely out of desperation to end the topic as quickly as possible. The last thing you wanted to talk about was Constance. She was the whole reason you had left the apartment in the first place.
“Wednesday said she seemed genuine,” Enid continued. “That’s a big compliment.”
“Wednesday saw her after a drug-induced binge.” Enid flinched. “Genuinely insane might have been the better observation.”
“She didn’t tell me that part,” she admitted.
Of course she wouldn’t. The look on Wednesday’s face had been enough to tell you everything. To throw her back that night, blood coating every inch of the apartment and everything all of you owned. What had she envisioned when Constance was invited into the apartment? Had she pictured you with tired eyes and blood falling from your lips?
You had.
“She’s your family,” Enid said softly. “We don’t want to shun her.”
“Constance is a plague,” you said quickly. “All of you will stay far away from her.” Enid locked eyes with you. “Do you understand?”
Footsteps softly bounced off the stone walls. You sat there looking into Enid’s eyes, waiting patiently for the sound to fade into the background. The doors to the church clicked shut, and the last remaining patron disappeared to leave you both alone in front of God.
Enid’s hands rested on top of yours. She twisted your hands around, exposing the small, jagged scars crossing your skin. Each one melding into the next in an eternal cycle of pain and remembrance. Regret. All the things you kept locked in your head every time you saw your loves, aching to tell them but your tongue was unable to do so.
Her thumb rubbed gently over one of the more prominent stretches of pallid skin.
“Aspen said we match,” she said. Her sleeves were pulled high, showcasing her own familiar, painful looking scars.
They were different. Your Little Bane said they matched because they didn’t know any better. But you did. Where yours crossed over your thumb as she swiped you away, hers circled her wrist, a perfect set of teeth marks. Yours were thick from her claws, hers were thin from your nails. It was nowhere similar, and you wished yours had been worse.
“I’m sure Wednesday told you this already,” Enid mumbled, “but you’re too hard on yourself.”
“I won’t talk of this again, Enid,” you said quickly, attempting to pull your hands back into your lap.
Her grip tightened, holding you in place. A slight sting lazily climbed its way up your arm to settle in your elbow. The sting turned into a prick as her claws crept out, slowly digging into the single space of untouched flesh on your wrists. Another scar in the making. Another reminder of your inadequacies.
“You never talk about it,” Enid said, “but I’m tired of acting like it didn’t happen just so you stay put.”
“I will not willingly relive that night-“
“-Wednesday and I relive it every moment of every day.”
Her claws dug deeper into your wrists, piercing the skin between the tendons. Enid’s eyes refused to leave yours, anchoring you to the spot. A heavy weight pushed down on your chest, the breath struggling to leave your lungs. The cross at the front of the chapel left a distorted shadow over your pew.
“You run away every time.” The claws dug so deep they were stopped by Enid’s bare fingers against your skin. “You’re not running this time.”
The thought crossed your mind to pull your arms away, letting the embedded claws rip through flesh and bone. To leave Enid there, alone and safe. Perhaps you could run away again, never to see them again and to finally allow them some closure to continue their lives. To live without the constant hope that maybe, just maybe, things could go back to the way they used to be.
But you didn’t want to leave. Not again. You didn’t think your soul could take it.
“Wednesday and I have talked about it extensively.” Enid’s grip remained strong. Your strong girl. “We’ve accepted what happened. It’s time you did too.”
The words caught in your throat, but still you persevered.
“I cannot live with the guilt,” you confessed in front of Enid and God. “I accept it until I see your faces.” The scars on Enid’s jaw were faint at best, but you saw them like neon lights. “I cannot live with myself and the irreparable damage I have caused.”
“Damage can be fixed,” she huffed. “It can be healed.”
“Can it?” You asked. Her head tilted like a dog. “I can smell your fear when I lift a hand toward you.” Her cheeks flushed. “Wednesday flinches when I get near.” Eyes finally abandoned yours. “How can my actions be forgotten when neither of you can comfortably stand to be near my presence?”
You could hear her heart race now. Fear laced her blood; it always smelled pungent, like burnt meat. She had smelled the same on that night. Of fear and anger and desperation. An intoxicating smell to most of your kind, they craved the concoction that turned the blood sweet and thick. Constance would have gone insane over it.
It made you sick to your stomach.
“I wish for nothing more than simple repentance,” you said. “I wish to fix what I broke.” Her scars burned themselves into your mind’s eye. “But I can’t live with the damage I’ve caused.”
”That’s selfish,” Enid said simply. You looked up to study her face. “You want to run away because of your guilt?” She almost looked angry. “How do you think we feel?”
”I don’t-“
”-No you don’t, you don’t know how we feel.”
Enid wasn’t the angry type. Or, at least, she never used to be. But this Enid was grown, and had gone through more than your typical wolf. She had faced grief and loss and pain. So much pain. She was damaged, and angry.
”Wednesday could have gotten you killed,” Enid said quietly. “I could have killed you. And we would have had to live with that.” A beat. “We do have to live with that.”
You… hadn’t thought of that. They had survived together, and as far as you were aware, that was all that mattered. They had survived with their scars and trauma and without the threat of you looming over them. It hadn’t occurred to you that they might also have regrets of that night.
”Why did you give up on us so easily?” Enid asked in a shaky, whispered voice.
What could you say to that? What would be suitable to answer that wouldn’t break her heart? You had given up on them. You had given up on the chance to live with them, to love them, to even be around them. No part of you had wanted to put them at risk, and on a deeper level, you hadn’t wanted the temptation. The chance that you would go after Wednesday again and be forced into submission by Enid.
Nothing you could ever say would make it sound any better than it was, and you both knew it.
”We match,” she said, pulling your arms closer to her again. Her claws gently slipped themselves out of your skin, leaving a bloody well in their place.
You both looked down to see what she saw. No, it didn’t match in the sense of “identical.” The wounds were different in every sense of the word. But they carried the same hurt, the same regret, the same desperation for what once had carried comfort and peace.
The scars were different, but you matched.
”Wednesday would tell you the same thing and you know it,” Enid continued. “We’ll, maybe not quite the same, but it would have the same intention.”
Your eyes were stuck on the holes in your wrists. You were reminded of where you were and the holy son himself staring down at you, showing you an understanding you hadn’t seen in decades. He pitied you; you matched.
“I can give you space if you want it.” She didn’t sound convincing. “Although if it were up to me, I’d stay.”
Enid’s eyes were a beautiful shiny red. Tears welled up on her eyelids, threatening to spill over. Nothing pressed on your chest like Enid crying. She was always far more emotional than either you or Wednesday, but not overly so. Always for a good cause, she claimed. You believed her to be right, but it didn’t make the sight any easier to behold.
Something wrapped itself around your throat, squeezing until you couldn’t breathe. That was your Enid. She was there, really there, telling you she wanted to be with you. Wanted to be around you even after everything. After watching you drain half the life of her love. After scarring her perfect skin for life in such a way she would never fully recover.
It would be stupid and reckless and would only lead to disaster. You did it anyway.
Your nails sank into Enid’s forearms as you pulled her forward, letting gravity guide her into your lap. She was heavier than one would think - a werewolf thing, you supposed - and you loved the grounding weight. Her hands instinctively rested on your hips and the look in her eyes was enough to drive you insane.
She leaned forward first, pressing her lips against yours harshly. Teeth clacked against each other and you didn’t care. As your nails extracted themselves from her arms, her claws extended, ripping through the cloth of your shirt to reach familiar skin.
Something flooded your veins; arousal, excitement, fear, anger, you couldn’t tell. The same thing flooded Enid’s, and you could smell it on her. But she was eager, and her lips were soft, and you kept your fangs at bay by the sharp sting in your hips.
You wanted to bite, to nip her lip just enough to taste her. She was no Wednesday, you could control yourself, you were sure of it. Just one little taste, that’s all it would be.
Her claws dug deeper when you couldn’t keep your fangs hidden.
Your hands wandered, sliding up underneath her shirt. The scars were more prominent there underneath her clothing. You wanted to see them. With as much restraint as you could manage, you pulled her shirt over her head, pulling away only for a fraction of a second to fully remove it before moving back, revelling in the feel of her lips on yours.
Rough fingers trailed gently over Enid’s hips, waist, sides, anything they could reach. Memorizing each scar so you could kiss them later. Each hitch in her breath left you feeling ravenous, desperate. You wanted her. You wanted your Enid. You kissed your way across her jaw and down her neck, inhaling deeply at her pulse. All it would take was one little nip. Just one.
”Wait.”
You huffed and pressed your forehead firmly into the crook of her neck. She couldn’t do that to you, not when she smelled so beautiful and enticing. You took one more breath and pulled back, looking deeply into her blown pupils.
”Not without Wednesday.”
A hiss snuck past your lips as you readjusted your jaw, slotting your fangs back into a position that would hurt the least. You flinched when Enid retracted her claws, pulling them from your hips and leaving a warm liquid in its place. It didn’t really hurt; not when her hands cupped your jaw and pulled you in.
”Come home with me and we’ll talk.”
You wanted to. You wanted to go home with her so horrifically badly. To go and spend time with her and Wednesday, genuine time that wouldn’t be marred by guilt or some desperate hope for repentance. It would be the best night you’ve had since college.
But some twisted, unwanted sense of duty pulled your heart in another direction.
”I can’t leave Constance,” you mumbled.
Enid sighed, devolving into a lone, humourless chuckle.
”Maybe when she leaves?” She offered.
”Not a moment later,” you said quickly.
Her nails scratched lightly against the back of your jaw as she pulled you in for a single lingering kiss.
”We’ll be waiting for it,” she said softly against your lips.
Perhaps it was the motivation you needed to get Constance back home and out of your apartment.
You're getting ready to sleep out the storm when a broken window leads Enid and Wednesday to seek refuge in your dorm.
Hi! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ Unfortunatly, for me, I may not be able to watch the second half of the second season for a few days, so I can't read fics right now ˊᴖˋ
I’m taking requests for any Wenclair x OC/Reader pairing combination and maybe others. I want to have more writting practice.
The strom had rolled in like the heavens had some long held grudge against Nevermore. The rain hammered loudly against the stone walls and the thunder rattled the windows.
You’d just settled yourself in your comfortable nest of soft blankets when a pounding sounded at your door nearly making you jump out of your own bones.
You reluctantly left the safe warmth of your bed, but before you could open the door Enid shoved it open and bounced inside with a perkiness that did not match both the late hour and the weather.
“Emergency! Our dorm window is completely busted, the wind is like, totally howling straight through the room. It's way too cold.”
Wednesday followed shortly after her. Much more composed and easier to understand. “The draft is unbearable, and not in a pleasant way. Your room is much more suitable.”
You blinked at them, your eyes moving from them to the only bed in the room. Yours. “My room is a single.”
Enid grinned up at you as she plopped herself down on your bed, messing up the carefully arranged blankets. “Guess we’ll be warm and cozy.” You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at her for disturbing the comfy spot you’d made..
“I’ll take the floor.” Wednesday chimed in, moving one of the blankets from your bed onto the floor.
“Nuh-huh, we all take the bed.” There was a look shared between them, a conversation you weren’t privy to but had been wishing to be for weeks. Enid seemed to have won whatever discourse they were having and Wednesday picked the blanket back up and replaced it on the bed. She did however swap out your yellow pillow with the black one she had brought,
That is how you ended up pretty much sacked between a very jittery werewolf and a very corpse like Addams on your slightly larger than the school issued, but still more narrow than it should be to comfortably fit three people, mattress whilst the storm still raged outside.
Both you and Wednesday lay on your backs whilst Enid curled herself against your arm. You’d lost the battle on who would be squished in the middle in your own bed. Not that you fought very hard. You barely fought at all, one glare from the Raven and a pout from the Wolf had you climbing into the middle like a well behaving pup. And you weren’t even the werewolf in the room.
“Seriously, that lightning was way too close. What if the entire roof caves in?”
Wednesday’s response was steady, she almost sounded bored. Then again, she almost always sounded bored. “That could be a very swift end. Or we could end up trapped for days only to die of either starvation or dehydration. Perhaps suffocation.”
“Wednesday!” Enid groaned, reaching over you to lightly smack at her shoulder. “Don’t make it worse.”
You laughed, you couldn’t help it, their interactions were always one of your favorite things to witness. Both of them went quiet when you did, all their attention focused on you. Enid’s eyes were bright and warm, Wednesday’s dark and intense.
Your heart jumped. “What?” You mumbled now feeling a bit self-conscious.
“Nothing. It’s just…” Enid stopped, hesitating.
“It’s either nothing, or it’s just something. Can’t be both.” You teased her.
“Your laugh is cute is all.” She mutters lowly.
Wednesday was still focused on you and neither of them missed it when your cheeks warmed up. “Enid is not… incorrect.”
The room fell into a thick silence. Compliments from Enid, as common as they were, still make your heart race, but one from Wednesday? That was incredibly rare and left you speechless.
Enid took advantage of the silence, and leaned in and kissed you. It was soft, quick and incredibly sweet. Exactly what you had expected but somehow even better than you had let yourself imagine in the quiet, lonely hours of the night.
Before you could recover and consider the consequences of what had just happened. Being kissed by your friend in front of your other friend who happened to be her touch homicidal jealous girlfriend who you'd seen punish others for lesser infractions. Said girlfriend’s cooler hand found your jaw and turned you to her.
“I don’t often act on impulse, you know?” She said with a quiet intensity. “But I will not waste this moment.”
Her kiss was firmer and certain, and left you just as breathless. By the time she pulled back Enid was grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
“That was hot,” she said.
“Go to bed.” Wednesday replied, positioning herself to go to sleep with her arms crossed across her chest. Enid stuck her tongue out at her and settled herself against your arm again, making herself comfortable and sighing.
“Well, goodnight? I guess?” There is a low chuckle from Enid and a hum from Wednesday.
By the time morning came around you insisted on accompanying them to their room, wanting to help with any potential clean up. However when you made your way into the room the notorious round split window stood there, perfectly intact and as you got closer to it you couldn’t even spot a single crack.
You shook your head in exasperation, smiling despite yourself. “Wow, this is the worst case of a broken window I’ve ever seen. However, shall we fix it?”
Enid chimed in from behind you. “Whoops! Um, it must have fixed itself overnight!
“Lying is a skill she clearly excels at.” Wednesday said as she moved towards her desk.
You laughed again, the sound bringing a smile to Enid’s face, and if anyone asked whilst you were grinning all morning. Well the lovely weather the previous night was as good an excuse as possible.
5 things wednesday hates (and 1 thing she loves) about you.
words : 2.3k
wednesday addams x reader
Switched Body @poisonlove
Wednesday Addams X reader
words : 1.4k
Tender Missteps @just-zy
An accidental slip up of Wednesday calling you by your name sets you on a first name basis calling spree—life lesson, she shouldn't forget about your endearments next time.
Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader!
words : 1.2k
weakness @poisonlove
Jenna and Y/n are a couple, but Jenna struggles with her role as Wednesday: her body seems unwilling to cooperate when she has to show hatred toward her girlfriend.
Wednesday Addams X reader
words : ~1k
motivation @madebycloud
your girlfriend has the perfect motivator for you to get your ass to study.
wednesday addams x reader
words : 0.9k
shared stalker @lady-ashfade
Wednesday had a stalker , which meant you had one.
wednesday addams x cambion reader
words : 237
crush @poisonlove
meeting the Addams family as Wednesdays girlfriend
Wednesday Addams X reader
words : 1.1k
Hand's off, Agnes Demille @alairelies
gabriela, by katseye. | “back off, of my fella―gabriela” Wednesday watches your little interaction with her new “fangirl” Agnes, showing clear signs of displeasure as her eyes send daggers towards that hand’s of her, seemingly too close to you.
wednesday addams x siren reader
words : 1.3k
when did you get hot @jackiescents
Wednesday is uncharacteristically taken aback after returning to Nevermore for a new semester.
wednesday addams x vampire fem reader
words : 1.9k
The Price of Attachment @the-oblivious-writer
when tyler lures you to an abandoned warehouse under the pretense of capturing you, he reveals his true target—forcing wednesday to watch as he transforms into the hyde and systematically breaks you down. as you fight for survival against something far stronger, wednesday finds herself powerless, trapped between the choice of saving you or letting you fall.
Wednesday Addams x Female Reader
words : 1.5k
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ENID SINCLAIR /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
rainbow rink @maxsimagination
i thought i was falling on skates, turns out i was falling for her
enid sinclair x reader
words : 885
they left without a goodbye @wolfiee10
Enid decided to help Wednesday again which meant that she needed to turn into her wolf form but it also meant that she might stay in her wolf form forever since it was full moon. But Enid did it anyway to save Wednesday. Then she just left without saying anything to you, to her girlfriend
Enid Sinclair x Fem!reader
words : 1055
SUCCESSFUL MEDDLING @swanimagines
Witches are supposed to stay away from werewolves.
Enid Sinclair x witch!reader
words : 548
pt2
you're nothing more than his wife @alairelies
you and enid had a relationship that could only be described as, “more than friends, less than lovers.” although, now you both suffer a fate worse than that.
enid sinclair x fem reader
words : 1.1k
personal fav !
hate @toournextadventure
You hate Enid Sinclair.
Enid Sinclair x Reader
words : 2.3k
besties @fleurilyy
Enid can’t seem to tell you her feelings. Wednesday’s tired of hearing about it.
enid sinclair x vampire fem reader
words : 1.1k
temptation eyes @c1namongirl
You are new to Nevermore. You and Enid have been roommates for a month. You both like each other but who will crack first?
enid sinclair x reader
words : 884
pt2
body swap @ghost-writing-now
Enid Sinclair x reader
words : 2.3k
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AJAX PETROPOLUS /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
tongue tied @maxsimagination
when ajax psyched himself out, thing stepped in to play cupid
ajax petropolus x reader
words : 941
no strings attatched @maraschinomerry
after putting your foot in your mouth, you find yourself in need of a pretend date to the Rave'N. Ajax strikes a deal.
Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader
words : 7.2k
monster pt2 pt3 pt4 @maraschinomerry
After you and the other Nightshades attempt to take down Tyler, you meet a strange boy in the woods.
Ajax Petropolus x gn!reader, Isaac Night x gn!reader
words for pt1 : 3.1k
a theory of cognition @juliettrulyyours
in which you possess high intellectual powers and Ajax Petropolus is your boyfriend. others may doubt your pairing, but for you, he is exactly enough.
ajax petropolus x fem reader
words : 811
ps . i choose you @alairelies
you start trying to distance yourself from ajax, seeing as how enid seemingly wants him back. however, ajax doesn’t seem to aplrove of this.
ajax petropolus x fem reader
words : 3k
personal fav !
a conflicted heart @dreamygirl19
Ajax wanted to forgot Enid so he decided to go out with you. Enid felt something and spend time with Ajax again, but he rejected her. But you, you thought something else...
Ajax Petropolus x reader
words : 1.3k
Intrusive thoughts. (and actions) @laveens-pearl
Ajax has yet to realize the only thing more complicated than his relationship with Enid is his connection to his best friend.
*OR; ->two teenagers who have a thing for each other, being the only ones unaware of it (not for long tho :3)
ajax petropolus x fem reader
words : 9.2k
be the first who ever did @creamecafe
Seeing Ajax's hair is almost impossible without you getting turned into stone. Who said anything about not being able to feel it?
ajax petropolus x fem reader
words : 840
black cat @infinity-quill
ajax petropolus x cat animagus reader
words : 509
a game @eu-nicola
ajax just wanted to make his ex jealous... but he ended up entangled with a dark, cold and dangerously charming Addams
ajax petropolus x reader
words : 5.1k
untitled @loveharlow
ajax petropolus x fem normie reader
words : 625
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BIANCA BARCLAY /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
summer night @feined4
Bianca was the woman you loved. But one night you found out something and made you rethink if she was the woman you knew.
Bianca Barclay x gn!reader
words : 3.1k
my pearl @bagdaddyb
bianca barclay x fem reader
words : 835
hellfire and sirens @swanimagines
being the daughter of the devil who’s the room mate of Bianca and forming a crush on her
bianca barclay x fem reader
words : 766
sneak out @doudouneverte
Bianca accepted to sneak out with friends and it end pretty well
bianca barclay x fem reader
words : 1.3k
fable and truth @alairelies
to love, is to tragically endure the consequences of yearning for someone unable to face their own fears.
bianca barclay x pirate fem reader
words : 2.3k
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PUGSLEY ADDAMS /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
jealous jealous jealous boy @darkpatrolglitter
Where Pugsley is jealous of Eugene because he spends time with you, and he secretly has a crush on you.
pugsley addams x reader
words : 336
a burst a color @may-post
you kiss him, and kiss him again, until he does an allergic reaction. But he doesn’t care
pugsley addams x reader
words : 414
the art of stillness @infinity-quill
pugsley addams x mortician reader
words : 572
just a jump away @anigilmoreesblog
pugsley addams x reader with teleportation abilities
words : ~500
blood sucking vampire @cupidadulatestwd
in which! Reader is a vampire but Pugsley doesn’t know until one night, reader is embarrassed because she barely has any self control and has been fighting literal demons not to drink human blood and is trying to get used to the animal blood they use to subside human blood since the school does not allow human blood consumption y/n was bullied and tortured when she was younger in normie school due to being a vampire so she doesn’t use her powers a lot even though never more is an outcast school
pugsley addams x vampire reader
words : ~2k
stupid math @sttarlau
Pugsley offers you help in math if you let him see your drawings, neither of those things ends up happening
aged up pugsley addams x reader
words : 3.2k
not ready yet @bonnybambi
pugsley and the reader have been talking for a while now and the reader likes him while pugsley isn't ready for all of that yet
pugsley addams x reader
words : 350
untitled @djlj-panda
where reader notices hes not getting along with people and they leave him out so she decides to hang out and she helps him take care of slurp and eventually they start liking each other
words : 1068
love letter @djlj-panda
pugsley gets nervous asking the reader to be his partner and has to ask his uncle fester for help
pugsley addams x gn reader
words : 481
a perfect weird crush @dreamygirl19
where pugsley tries to make the reader fall in love with him
pugsley addams x reader
words : 0.5k
i like u @alairelies
you hear people say negative comments towards pugsley on your way to his dorm, and you immediately shut that down.
pugsley addams x reader
words : 1.1k
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EUGENE OTTINGER /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
promise @alairelies
after years of admiration, and longing―you were slowly getting tired of it.
eugene ottinger x reader
words : 4k
you bewitched me! @alairelies
amidst your attempts to hide your abilities from the whole academy, you hadn’t realized that your boyfriend had already firgured that out for himself.
eugene ottinger x witch reader
words : 1.7k
confess your love @leyraaleyraa
Eugene confesses
eugene ottinger x fem reader
words : 427
sleeping bags & blushing cheeks @chick3nd1h
You decide to go on Nevermores overnight camping trip, solely for the purpose to skip school and have fun with your peers. You’re excited; already developing a small list of what to do when you get there.
Although, through out the whole day, you keep getting the attention of Eugene Ottinger, your classmate that you might have a more than friendly crush on.
eugene ottinger x reader
words : 7.1k
The Hum Between @lucky-vicky
eugene x fem reader
words : 1.4k
forever @lovelyletterssentatnight
in which you knock some sense into your boyfriends head after noticing his lack of hospitality towards Pugsley
eugene ottinger x reader
words : 703
the look of love @alairelies
having feelings that go against what wednesday taught you, slowly makes you question who you should really listen to.
eugene ottinger x reader
words : 1.2k
you look beautiful (in aquarium lighting) @chick3nd1h
Your class is having an aquarium field trip and you end up being partners with a certain nerdy boy in your class.
eugene ottinger x gn reader
words : 2.7k
ribbon galore @leyraaleyraa
Reader sprains her foot while dancing and unfortunately doesn't have anyone to take her to infirmary but eugene ottinger.
eugene ottinger x female reader
words : 385
under the mask @chick3nd1h
You escape from the gala after being left alone, your group of friends off with their own partner.
As you’re walking outside, you come across a guy. His ominous presence sitting by a statue looking up at the night sky with his big glasses.
Maybe he’ll be your partner by the end of the night.
eugene ottinger x gn reader
words 2.2k
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TYLER GALPIN /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
"helping" @ghost-writing-now
You loved the Addams Family, you really did.
Ever since you befriended Wednesday (well, to the extent that anyone could befriend the girl) they had all welcomed you with open arms. Despite your love for them, you were starting to really question your connection with them.
It seems they were the reason you always got into life threatening situations.
tyler galpin x reader
words : 4.3k
got me overnight @frost-queen
Without a notice, you arrive at Nevermore after hearing your sister has some problems with a Hyde. Your presence intimidating Nevermore. When you catch Tyler's attention, you become his new obsession, replaced by Wednesday.
tyler galpin x addams reader
words : 2.4k
tyler galpin headcanons @mishappeningss
tyler galpin x gn reader
words : 562
almost his again @oc3anlvsu
After discovering Tyler Galpin is a Hyde, you hate him naturally—but when he breaks into your dorm, his obsessive love and dark desire make it impossible to ignore the lingering feelings you still have
tyler galpin x gn reader
words : 1.2k
chains and cake @akward-walking-potato
tyler galpin x reader
words : 405
the good in you @iamasimperyk
you visit Tyler after he was brought to Willow Hill
tyler galpin x gn reader
words : 410
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ISAAC NIGHT /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
secrets out @edb954
gomez finds out about it because both him and issac are both upset about some other guy at school pursuing the reader who kept trying to tell the other guy no who wont take no for an answer until isaac gets all possessive about it forgetting gomez is also there
isaac night x addams reader
words : 1.2k
i feel everything @edb954
Where the reader is an extremely powerful Empath and when she's going through one of the worst moments of her life her significant other is no where around
isaac night x frump reader
words : 2.48k
put you back together @edb954
Where Isaac put the reader back together so Francoise wouldn't be so lonely but ends up falling for her
isaac night x gn reader
words : 860
the piano duet @frost-queen
Reader is the oldest and a very powerful Addams. When she has one of her visions, it makes her boyfriend Isaac panic for you wouldn't come to your senses. Bringing you to the one place he knew you would be helped. The Addams family.
isaac night x addams reader
words : 1.4k
the art of hating you @dreamingofagoodfic
you hate him, he hates you. it’s as simple as that. thankfully, time heals all wounds and the two of you grow closer without realizing, until, in the face of death, the two of you become bound together.
isaac night x witch reader
words : 5.9k
personal fav
the silence he broke @fancypoetrybread
A Banshee’s song is her greatest gift, her deadliest weapon, and her most sacred possession — a melody born of grief and fate. But yours is silent. Desperate to break the quiet pressing on your chest, you turn to Nevermore’s most brilliant — and most arrogant — student, Isaac Night. Two broken lives, stitched together by necessity. But will your story end in healing... or in the grief and heartbreak your silence has always promised?
isaac night x banshee reader
words : 4.1k
dream a little dream of me @deadzombiegirly
Ever since you were a child, you had dreams of a constant ticking sound and a raven-haired boy, who seemed to be lost in the constant madness of his mind. You always thought they were nothing more than dreams. That is until your brother digs up a zombie and you first learn about Isaac Night.
isaac night x addams reader
words 2.3k
the duet @wethervanenews
isaac night x gn reader
words : 1.9k
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AGNES DEMILLE /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
the quiet artist @maxsimagination
she drew everyone but herself, until i showed her what she looked like
agnes demille x gn reader
words : ~1k
not her , just you @maxsimagination
i didn’t want wednesday’s shadow — i wanted the girl behind it
agnes demille x gn reader
words : 784
obsessed @alairelies
agnes finds a new obsession that stems from your newfound popularity for being one―if not the only witche that resides in nevermore.
agnes demille x gn reader
words : 769
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WENCLAIR /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ࿔
midnight in the apartement @fandomnerd9602
wenclair x reader
college au
words : 542
by the open fire @cosmicpearlz
a sweet little moment with your loves is exactly the perfect way to spend christmas eve.
wenclair x reader
words : 958
broken window in the storm @writing-reading-sleeping
You're getting ready to sleep out the storm when a broken window leads Enid and Wednesday to seek refuge in your dorm.
wenclair x reader
words : 959
cooldown @raynewrites0609
Demons get hot really fast, Half Demons even more so. So when summer hits you are hit HARD. The sun literally becomes your mortal enemy as you start to feel like you will burn from the inside out, with no sort of reprieve. Luckily, you have two girlfriends who would kill for you.
wenclair x reader
words : 1.7k
something new @reneesghostinthelivingroom
cuddles are the best cure for nightmares.
wenclair x fem reader
words : 234
29 pearls in your kiss @madebycloud
enid finds something surprisingly pleasant to do on an otherwise dreary evening at nevermore.
readers heen having a lot of bad nightmares recently so Wednesday and Enid comfort her by cuddling
Also can reader be fem?
Something New
|| Wenclair x fem!reader
|| Warnings; nightmare comfort, short drabble
|| Summary; cuddles are the best cure for nightmares.
Requests open!
Started; October 22nd
Finished; October 22nd
Tag List; @queriaumpastelagora @wreathedinantlers (if you would like to be added, comment and i'll add you!)
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Nightmares seemed to just plague your sleep recently. You often woke up screaming, alerting both your girlfriends who'd come and comfort you. Well, Enid mostly did the comforting while Wednesday... was Wednesday.
This has been going on for almost a week now and Enid finally had enough.
"Alright, that's it. Every single night you have had nightmares, so we're going to try something new tonight!" She stated with a smile.
"We are?" Wednesday looked at Enid, clearly confused by whatever idea the werewolf had suddenly gotten.
"Mhm!" Her smile seemed to only brighten as she looked directly at you," tonight you'll be sleeping between Wednesday and I."
"I am-?"
"She is-?"
You and Wednesday spoke at the same time. Wednesday wasn't one for cuddles, not typically anyway. Enid pouted at her and folded her arms.
"Yes, she is. Because we're going to be supportive girlfriends and help her," she huffed.
Wednesday gave her her usual deadpan look, before sighing," fine."
"You guys really don't have to-"
You tried to protest, but Enid insisted.
So, that night you found yourself in your bed. With Enid cuddled right up against you on your left, arm draped over you, face buried in your neck and softly snoring. Wednesday was to your right, with her iconic arms folded across her chest sleeping position.
It was nice... comfortable. Safe.
For the first time that week, you slept nightmare free.
The next time she saw Tyler Galpin, she was going to choke the life out of his pathetic self. Nothing would bring her more satisfaction than the sight of his blood draining from his face. She would cut off his head and keep it as her trophy.
No matter how much she enjoyed pain and suffering, her heart was now aching in an uncomfortable way because of the hurt he had caused to her soulmates, Enid and Lilith. Wednesday hated his guts for hurting them.
Wednesday shifted on the stiff chair beside Enid's bed in the infirmary. Her pale hand was gently clasped between Enid’s softer ones. Her aversion to physical touch was slowly changing because of her girls. It was torture, but the kind she relished. The thing she didn’t enjoy was the fact that Enid and Lilith were lying on the infirmary beds.
The Hyde had left multiple gashes along Enid’s face and torso. Combined with the fact that this was her first time shifting into her wolf form, it was safe to say that Enid was extremely tired. Lilith was a different story. Being an earth witch by nature, she had tried to channel her vines to capture the Hyde long enough for Enid to kill him or seriously harm him, but the Hyde was too powerful for the tiny witch. He had flung her hard enough to break several of her ribs on impact and to split her head open. Wednesday felt as if her dead heart were being ripped into pieces when she saw her Lilith lying lifeless on the ground.
Now their small witch looked even tinier on the bed, with bandages wrapped around her torso and head. Enid was still crying silently after seeing Lilith’s condition and was now tightly holding Wednesday's hand with a heart-wrenching desperation in her trembling grip.
“Please wake up, mi vida,” Wednesday mumbled as she leaned forward, resting her head on the edge of Lilith’s bed. She would beg her whole life if she had to, if it meant Lilith waking up. She could not even think of living her life without both of her loves beside her. It was her fault that they were in such conditions. If only she had told them not to follow her.
“Wednesday, I can see you blaming yourself. Please don’t do this to yourself. You know she would have rushed to save you even if you had told her not to,” Enid whispered, also leaning forward to hold one of Lilith’s hands.
“I know, cara mia. But I can’t see you two getting hurt. If only I had killed Tyler when I had the chance, then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Now look at our cariño—she’s hurt.” Wednesday sighed, feeling the unfamiliar sting of tears pricking her eyes.
“She’s a fighter, our witch. So don’t worry, she’ll be fine. She has to be fine,” Enid said, holding her hand even tighter, desperately trying to reassure Wednesday and herself.
As time ticked by, Enid eventually succumbed to her exhaustion and dozed off, her hand still tightly gripping Lilith’s. Wednesday was close to dozing off herself when she heard a small whimper. Her head shot up, immediately noticing the fluttering of Lilith’s eyelashes.
“Lilith? Bebé? Can you hear me?” Wednesday whispered as she knelt on the floor beside Lilith’s head.
“Wha—? Wednesday?? What happened?” Lilith mumbled in a dazed manner.
A very rare smile graced Wednesday’s face. She could again feel tears pricking her eyes. “Yes, it’s me, mi vida. Do you remember anything?” she whispered, gently stroking Lilith’s red hair, being mindful of her stitches.
“I—I remember you? I think… I remember you and I remember the Hyde. Oh my god! The Hyde! Enid—she turned into a wolf. Is she okay??” Lilith trailed off in a panic as she tried to sit up. Wednesday immediately held her shoulders, gently pressing her back down.
“Yes, she’s okay! Please don’t sit up suddenly—you’ve not yet recovered, mi vida. Look, she’s right here,” Wednesday said, gently guiding her head to show her Enid, who was restlessly sleeping.
“Are you okay, Willa? What happened?” Lilith mumbled as she stroked the scratches on Wednesday’s face.
Wednesday leaned into her touch, tightly holding her hand. “After you and Enid defeated Tyler, I killed Crackstone. Both Thornhill and Tyler were captured by the authorities before I could get to Tyler and kill him. I wanted to obliterate that imbecile for hurting you two,” Wednesday said darkly, already plotting numerous ways for the ultimate demise of Tyler Galpin.
Lilith snorted. “I can see your dark little mind plotting. But it’s all good since you’re alive, Enid’s alive, and I’m alive.”
“Barely,” Wednesday muttered under her breath looking away as Lilith shot her a look.
Both of them turned their heads when Enid woke up with a jolt. “Wednesday, is Lilith okay?” Enid asked frantically.
“Cara mia, she woke up just now.” Wednesday stroked her hand to calm her soulmate’s frayed nerves.
Enid’s gaze zeroed in on Lilith’s form, who shot her an adorable grin. “Hi!” her eyes sparkled as she looked at Enid.
“Don’t ‘hi’ me! You scared the shit out of me!” Enid shrieked, jumping out of her bed and making her way toward her. Wednesday’s eye twitched—it seemed like both of her soulmates wanted to make sudden movements to worsen their injuries.
“I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to help you,” Lilith said, pouting and melting both of her soulmates’ hearts—even Wednesday’s dead one.
“I know, baby. But when he threw you like a ball, I almost died,” Enid said, tucking Lilith’s red strands behind her ear.
“I promise you, my loves, when I find that piece of shit, I’ll tear him to pieces and feed him to my mother’s carnivorous plant,” Wednesday seethed, picturing herself killing him.
“As much as I love your threats when they’re not directed at us, I wanted to say I’m still very exhausted. So, Lili—scoot,” Enid said, making Lilith giggle.
“You know my threats toward you two only come from a place of love,” Wednesday smirked as she watched Enid gently hold Lilith to lift her up. Enid settled behind her, putting Lilith’s back to her chest, and the tiny witch immediately snuggled into her.
“Well, I must admit they are quite hot,” Enid smirked back.
Lilith looked at them wide-eyed. She wondered if Enid was a masochist. Well, she knew for sure that Wednesday was a sadist. Oh well—whatever made her soulmates happy, she thought, shrugging her shoulders and snuggling deeper into Enid, inhaling her scent, which now had a slight earthy change.
Enid kissed her head before holding her other arm out for Wednesday, glaring when Wednesday shook her head. Lilith cackled as Wednesday reluctantly entered their cocoon, making Wednesday glare at her. Enid smiled at her loves’ wordless banter.
Wednesday wrapped her arm around Lilith’s waist, pulling her close to her, while Enid pulled them both closer. Lilith happily snuggled into both of their embraces.
“Enid, did your arms get longer? And you seem taller and stronger too,” Wednesday mused as Enid played with her hair.
Lilith cutely muttered, “Werewolf strength,” as she began dozing off again.
“Is it? I feel stronger too, actually.” Enid mused.
Wednesday hummed thoughtfully. “We’ll have to experiment after you get better.”
“Hey! No breaking our soulmate,” Lilith protested sleepily.
Wednesday grinned at her sleepy soulmate. “Of course, mi vida. I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, stroking her red hair. Lilith almost purred like a kitten as she dozed off in an instant.
“You’re like a kitten whisperer,” Enid laughed softly, watching her smaller soulmate sleeping soundly in her arms. Wednesday smirked at her words. The day’s exhaustion finally hit her at full force now that both of her soulmates were safe.
“I’m so glad that both of you are okay, cara mia,” she mumbled as she began to finally fall asleep in their warm cocoon.
“Sleep, Willa. We’ll be right here when you wake up,” Enid whispered softly. It was the last thing Wednesday heard before falling asleep.
