(Enid tells Wednesday she's a bad kisser so Wednesday proves her wrong)
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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Nevermore Academy. Inside their shared dorm room, Enid Sinclair was sprawled across her bed, scrolling through her phone, while Wednesday Addams sat at her desk, immersed in a book on the macabre.
“Wednesday,” Enid called out, her tone playful, “do you think I could teach you how to kiss properly?”
Wednesday glanced up, her dark eyes narrowing. “I’m quite proficient in matters of the tongue—metaphorically speaking.”
Enid chuckled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, come on! I just mean… well, I’ve heard rumors that you’re a bad kisser.”
Wednesday’s expression hardened, a rare flicker of irritation crossing her face. “Rumors? From whom?”
“Just… people talk, you know? I mean, you’re so intense and focused on the dark arts; I just didn’t picture you as the romantic type.” Enid smirked, teasingly.
“Intense does not equate to ineptitude,” Wednesday replied, her voice calm yet slightly defensive. “Kissing is merely an extension of one’s will. It’s not a performance.”
Enid rolled her eyes, leaning closer. “So you’re saying you could prove me wrong?”
Wednesday raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Are you challenging me, Sinclair?”
“Maybe I am,” Enid said, her tone mischievous. “Prove to me that you can kiss well. Right now.”
The challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. Wednesday stood, her posture rigid but her heart pounding—something unfamiliar yet exhilarating. She moved closer to Enid, their faces inches apart. “Very well.”
Enid’s breath caught in her throat, excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. Wednesday tilted her head, closing the gap, her lips brushing against Enid’s. It was a gentle touch, surprisingly soft, but there was an undeniable intensity behind it.
Enid’s eyes widened as Wednesday deepened the kiss, her lips moving with a surprising confidence. It was unlike anything Enid had experienced; it was as if Wednesday poured all her emotions into that one moment—darkness and passion intertwining.
When they finally pulled apart, Enid blinked, a flustered smile breaking across her face. “Okay, wow. That was… not what I expected.”
Wednesday’s expression remained stoic, but a faint smirk played at the corners of her mouth. “Does this dispel the rumor?”
Enid laughed softly, still in a daze. “Definitely. You’re a great kisser, Wednesday. Who knew you had it in you?”
“Just because I do not flaunt my skills does not mean I lack them,” Wednesday replied coolly, but the pride in her voice was unmistakable.
“Can we do that again?” Enid asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow, a rare glint of amusement in her gaze. “If it will put an end to your incessant chatter about my abilities, then yes.”
Enid grinned, leaning in once more, ready to explore the unexpected connection they had forged. As their lips met again, the world outside faded, leaving just the two of them in their own darkly lit universe.
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A Match Made In Mayhem (wednesday and enid one-shots)
FanfictionThis is a one-shot fanfic about Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. Feel free to give suggestions. This is also the first story I've done on watpad so forgive me if it takes some getting used to. Also NO smut btw. I will try to add new chapters ever...
