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Wednesday Addams had always enjoyed anatomy. Ever since she was a little kid she would find herself with her nose buried in any medicine book she could find in her parents’ private library. She would repeat the name of every muscle in her body when she grew anxious and she would stare at other people moving so she could see the muscles she had grown obsessed with move under their clothes.
She knew the function of every fragment of her body, and even had gone as far as to memorize the way the other species’ bodies moved. She had become infatuated with the anatomy of the werewolves, the complex way their bodies morphed from human to animal, the way their animalistic side only came out thanks to the Moon and the way that even in their human form their wolf was still able to break through was addicting for the raven.
She had read countless stories about the transformation. The pain involved, the sound of their bones breaking and reshaping once every full Moon and the sudden capacity they had to run as an animal even when their mind was still human was the highlight of her readings.
So when Wednesday found out that not only she would move to a school where werewolves coexisted but having to share a room with one of them brought a sense of excitement to her chest. She would be able to analyze her roommate every day and every night.
There was poetry on the way muscles moved under the skin. One could be either strong and delicate, you could climb mountains or dance the most difficult ballet routine. Even something as subtle and gentle as breathing was able because of the muscles in the person’s chest. Wednesday would sometimes zone out, her eyes locked on her roommate’s body as she danced around the room to that awful music of hers.
The raven knew the function of each of those body parts, which muscle would tense up when her fingers pressed against any keycap on her typewriter, she knew what part of her body would relax when she fell asleep, she could even see which muscles would move around as Enid’s claws extended in front of her eyes.
That is why the simple thought of her own muscles moving in an unfamiliar way scared her. Wednesday Addams considered herself an expert in anatomy and yet, the second she locked eyes with Enid, she felt something in her chest unlike anything she felt before.
Of course, Wednesday was not obtuse, she could figure out why that was happening, but she didn’t want it to happen. Enid Sinclair was a thorn on her side, even when she was the epitome of everything the raven had become obsessed with over the years. She was colorful, cheerful and didn’t cower when the black-haired girl glared at her, she stood her ground, proudly showing off her claws and threatening her.
It started slowly. At first the muscles that moved around the werewolf were her eyelids. She had trained herself to not blink around people, knowing how easily they could take advantage of that split second to harm her. The first time she blinked around the blonde she stopped walking, her eyes widening at the fact that she had seen black for a moment and came back to the sight of Enid’s smile.
“Are you alright, roomie?” She had asked, unaware of the storm inside the girl. Wednesday had ignored the question and kept a close eye on the werewolf for a couple of days, as if trying to decipher if she had forced her to blink in a way.
The second set of muscles that acted out were the muscles in her face. She had long known that she had dimples when she smiled, a fact that only seemed relevant when faced with her uncle Fester. But one night, when Enid was too busy dancing and signing around the room she felt the strange sensation of her lips curving up into a smile, subtle enough for her to hide when the blonde turned around to talk to her, but wide enough for the girl to be unable to think it was a spasm.
She forgot about that movement until the night she invited Enid to do surveillance with her and Tyler, the annoyed puppy eyes that the wolf gave her made her gulp but the smile didn’t appear until she saw her breaking the door open after her and Tyler were incapable of doing it. The small shrug that she gave the boy followed by the nonchalant it’s a werewolf thing made Wednesday smile. She felt awfully proud of the blonde, like if being able to open the door when that boy couldn’t do it was an accomplishment. The sight of the girl showing off her werewolf capacities was actually satisfying, and the way she didn’t care about them made Wednesday intrigued. Any other would have at least mocked them for being too weak, but not Enid. Never Enid.
It wouldn’t take long until the last annoying muscle came in the picture. She had never expected it, the gentle flutter in her chest whenever the blonde was near, it happened slowly but it hit her like a freight train. She had let her guard down. It wouldn’t have happened otherwise. But it proved so hard to keep her guard up around Enid. The girl had a way to melt her, to chip away the walls she had tirelessly put up around herself. She was out of her mind one day and filling all her senses the next one.
The first heartbeat happened when Enid came back to their shared room to look for her nail polish. The sight of the girl standing once again in their bedroom made Wednesday’s jaw clench. She found herself uncomfortable. Her hand inched up until it found its place on her chest, gripping her shirt while the girl walked around to grab whatever she hadn’t brought down to Yoko’s room. The grip on her shirt was strong enough to avoid her own hand shooting up when the girl walked past her, wanting to hold her wrist and ask her to stay.
Wednesday didn’t sleep that night, her mind filled with the single heartbeat that muffled her hearing when the blonde’s perfume filled her lungs.
The next time was after watching the werewolf from a hidden spot in the Quad. She had been laughing with her friends, enjoying herself until a boy came up to their table. The raven stopped herself from intervening, wanting to see what she would do. And she was in for a treat.
The boy’s intention had been clear from the moment he stepped closer, even though he wasn’t part of the werewolf group he wanted to get closer to them, so he figured that making fun of Enid would be a quick way to do it. His voice was low enough for the raven to miss what was being said, but she knew it had to be mean for the way Yoko started to stand up. But she wasn’t fast enough.
Enid had jumped forward, her hand grasping the boy’s tie and forcing him closer to her. Her lips moved into an almost feral snarl as she whispered to him threats, her nails extending into the claws that Wednesday had spent all the time she could analyzing. From her vantage point the raven was able to watch the tension in the blonde’s shoulders, the way she was holding herself back from tearing into him with her claws. It was intoxicating. And when the blonde released the boy and sent him whimpering away, just as Wednesday was about to walk away, their eyes met. The anger and frustration were still clouding the werewolf’s gaze, her claws long into colorful knives and the raven was able to see the way her teeth had changed too, becoming animal-like. A shiver went down the black-haired girl’s spine, the sight of her roommate’s power forcing her to gasp quietly before her heart skipped a beat, the loud badum quieting every noise around her. She made a quick getaway, her footsteps’ rhythm reminding her of the awful sound she just heard.
The third and most decisive one came after the fight with Tyler. Her whole body ached, the muscles she loved had been torn into and were bleeding. She could barely believe she was standing as she walked towards where she last saw Enid. Adrenaline was a funny thing, she thought as the chemical left her body, suddenly forcing a tiredness into her limbs. But she kept walking, desperate to find the infuriating girl that had wormed her way into her life. She had seen the way the wolf had protected her, the way she had tried to show her she meant no harm for the raven before the Hyde attacked again. She needed to find her.
Her hands trembled subtly, one would need to know Wednesday fully to even notice it. Her eyes moved around the woods, trying to catch a glimpse of her roommate. Her legs were starting to fail her, tripping over the raised roots but managing to stay standing instead of falling down. And then she looked forward, the sound of voices approaching forcing her to tense up. But there, between all of the students, in an annoying pink robe, was Enid. The blonde started running to her and with each footstep, Wednesday’s heartbeat started to grow.
Badum.
The girl wrapped her strong arms around her, bringing her into a tight hug. She tensed up naturally, her body unused to being touched in such a way. The blonde instantly stumbled back, knowing that Wednesday could curse her out for touching her. But the hopeful and painful smile that appeared on the werewolf’s lips made the raven’s muscles seize up, her heart taking over and forcing her to step forward, hugging her.
Enid hesitated for a split second before hugging her tightly again. The black-haired girl’s hands moved a bit, forcing them to get closer. She needed to feel the blonde. She couldn’t hear anyone at that point, the only sounds in her ears were her own heartbeat and Enid’s shaky breaths. She hated that sound, it made her know that the blonde had been scared and she didn’t like that thought.
Another heartbeat rang in her eardrums as she gripped the back of the pink robe and pulled the blonde closer.
“Hey, roomie.” The werewolf managed to whisper. “Are you alright?”
The raven took a moment before answering. “I will need stitches in my shoulder, but I am alright. Are you?” She hadn’t even realized how badly her wound hurt as she hugged the girl, but she refused to step back.
“Shit! Your shoulder!” She made an attempt to move away once she realized the pressure she was giving the injury but Wednesday didn’t allow her. She tightened the grip on the robe, pulling her once again into her arms. “Wends,” she mumbled, surprised.
Wednesday didn’t answer, her eyes closing as she forced her diaphragm to move lower than it usually would, her lungs expanding as wide as they could and inhaling the scent of the girl in her arms. She smelled of blood, dirt and something so distinctible Enid. She found herself loving the scent, and that split second thought brought one of her father’s comments to mind.
I would find her anywhere, be it by sight or by smell, by touch or by sound, I would find Morticia by any means necessary because she is mine and I’m hers.
She gulped, the knowledge of what she was feeling in that moment burying any pain. “It doesn’t hurt as much as it should, wolf, don’t worry.” Her arms stayed in place. “You saved me.”
The raven could feel the heat rising towards the blonde’s cheeks as she refused to let go. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything had happened to you, Wends.”
She finally stepped back, her hands sliding from her back towards her hips before one of them raised, cupping the injured cheek. Enid’s breath hitched, her body unable to move away from the gentle touch.
“Wends? Do I look awful?” She stuttered, concerned about the state of her usually impeccable face.
“You look… Divine, Enid.”
The smallest whimper escaped the blonde’s lips. “You don’t have to lie to me, I know it isn’t a pretty sight.”
“On the contrary, cara mia. You have never looked prettier than at this moment.” Wednesday couldn’t recognize her own voice, the breathlessness on it paired with a softness strange for her.
The uninjured skin on Enid’s face quickly became red, helping with the angelic sight that the raven was seeing. “You must have lost a lot of blood, roomie. Let’s go to the nurse.”
Enid’s attempt to ignore her words was becoming frustrating, but Wednesday allowed herself to be pulled towards the improvised medical tent. Her eyes fell towards her hand, staring at the way that Enid was trying not to touch her so instead she was guiding her by pulling on her sleeve.
It would take them a couple of hours before they stumble into their room, their bodies filled with bandages and stitches. Enid was the first through the door, throwing herself to her bed in an instant.
“Everything hurts,” she groaned as she grabbed one of her stuffed animals and hugged it tightly, her eyes searching for Wednesday. “How are you, roomie?”
The girl stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds, her mind going through all the possible outcomes of what she had planned to do. Slowly but surely she made her way towards Enid’s bed, sitting on the edge of it instead of her own bed. “Where does it hurt, cara mia? I might be able to help?” If she had been in her right mind she would have hated how much she sounded like her father, but she didn’t care in that instant.
Enid's eyes went wide as she saw the raven approach, a gentle blush appearing on her face. “My shoulders,” she whispered.
The black-haired woman snapped her fingers, pointing at something on her side of the room. Thing instantly understood the command, running towards it and coming back with a bottle of what seemed like homebrew lotion. “This will help. May I?”
“What… How?”
“Pull down your shirt at the shoulder, please.”
Enid was too far gone to think about it, so instead she did what was asked. Her hand pulled on her sleeve, revealing a bruised shoulder. Wednesday gathered some of the lotion on her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before starting to spread it on her damaged skin. Her touch was soft and caring, her eyelids narrowing slightly as she worked. They had never been this close, if you ignored their hug, and Enid wasn’t sure what to do or say.
“The other one now, cara mia.” The raven whispered before repeating the process with the other shoulder.
“What does that mean?” The wolf asked after gathering courage, looking down at the girl as she focused on spreading the lotion evenly.
Wednesday wetted her lips, staying quiet for a moment. “My beloved. It means my beloved,” she confessed.
“What does that mean?” Her voice turned desperate, begging the girl to be clear. She was tired, bruised and the fact that Wednesday had changed as if a switch was moved inside her was driving her mad.
“It means that whenever you are near me, my heart rises from the dead. It means that, even when I am still partial to my black wardrobe, I’ve found comfort in the explosion of color that you are.” She let her hands drop after making sure the lotion was all over the skin. “It means that I’ve found myself falling in love with you, Enid Sinclair.”
The words made the whole world stop. They were sitting close together, the wolf’s shoulder still showing as she hadn’t pulled her sleeve back up, too focused on the way Wednesday’s lips moved as she spoke.
“You’ve what?” She couldn’t believe her ears, she needed to hear it again.
“I have fallen fully in love with you, wolf.”
A sob got stuck on the blonde’s throat. “You are not lying?”
“Why would I lie about this?” Wednesday asked, confused. “I am in love with you, Enid.”
Tears started to fall down her face as she buried her head on the raven’s uninjured shoulder. A hand came up to cup the back of her neck, Wednesday’s fingertips giving her the softest massage as she sobbed on her shirt.
“It’s alright, wolf. I’ll understand if you wish for me to keep my distance.”
“No!” She exclaimed as she pulled back, her hands drying her tears quickly. “Don’t you dare, Wednesday.”
“But your tears…”
“Are happy tears,” Enid cut her off. “I have dreamed of this moment for so long. I never thought I would hear you say it. I thought the Moon was mad at me, giving me a mate that would never love me back.” Her voice cracked at the last two words. “I love you, Wednesday Addams. I’ve loved you for a long time.”
Wednesday knew the function of each of her muscles. She knew which ones were involved in allowing her to type on her typewriter. She knew which ones were involved in allowing her to play the cello. But she had never thought that the day would come when she would feel the one that she had been so stubborn to accept.
Her heart was racing as she heard Enid’s words, beating so hard that she was sure that if the blonde glanced down at her neck, she would be able to see her pulse in her carotid artery.
“I’ve loved you for so long but I was sure you were against romance and dating so I just gave up.”
Wednesday shook her head softly. “I was. I thought I would be better than my parents and not fall into the deep obsession like they have. But then I met you. You with your infuriating smile, with your colorful outfits, with your melodic voice and a laughter that forces shivers down my spine.” Her hand found Enid’s and brought it to her lips, leaving soft kisses on her palm and wrist. “You with your knack for driving me crazy but grounding me at the same time. I have fallen in love with you, Enid, and I wish to be able to call you mine.”
The blonde sighed as her skin filled with goosebumps under Wednesday’s lips. “Yes. I’m yours, Wends.”
“And I’m yours, cara mia.” The raven whispered against her skin before looking up, leaning in. “May I kiss you, mine?”
A whimper broke through the wolf’s throat and she was just able to nod. She closed the distance, her lips meeting on a kiss as soft as the fluttering of butterflies in Enid’s stomach. Whether Wednesday wanted to admit it or not, it was obvious how right it felt. Her free hand cupped the back of Enid’s neck as they kissed and unable to stop her muscles from working, she smiled against the wolf’s lips.
“Mine,” the blonde growled desperately.
“All yours, wolf.” She whispered back before kissing her again.