A Match Made In Mayhem (wednesday and enid one-shots)

Pages Of Us (5)

(Enid takes Wednesday to a book store whish then turns into a memorable moment for them both)

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The rain had finally let up, leaving a crispness in the air that hinted at the approaching autumn. Wednesday Addams adjusted the collar of her black dress as she stepped outside, her gaze fixed ahead. Enid Sinclair bounced beside her, a colorful umbrella tucked under her arm.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Enid asked, her voice bubbling with excitement. “A bookstore can be magical! Just think of all the stories waiting to be discovered!”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, her dark hair framing her face. “Magic is merely a series of illusions. I prefer the reality of shadows and dust.”

“Come on! A little imagination never hurt anyone,” Enid teased, her cheerful demeanor unwavering. “Besides, I heard they have a section just for the supernatural. I thought of you immediately!”

“Very thoughtful,” Wednesday replied dryly, but a flicker of curiosity sparked in her eyes. “Lead the way.”

They entered the quaint bookstore, the scent of aged paper and ink enveloping them. Shelves towered around them, filled with books of every size and color. The dim lighting created a cozy atmosphere, and Enid immediately felt at home.

“Look at this!” Enid exclaimed, tugging Wednesday toward a display of fantastical novels. “These covers are amazing! I bet you’d love the one about the girl who communes with ghosts.”

“Fascinating,” Wednesday said, her voice flat. “But I prefer my interactions with the dead to be more… direct.”

As they browsed, Enid picked up a book with a shimmering cover, the title embossed in gold. “Ooh! What about this one? It promises to unlock the secrets of the universe!”

“Do you really believe that?” Wednesday asked, glancing at the book. “The universe is an enigma that can’t be unlocked by mere words.”

Enid pouted playfully. “You’re such a skeptic! What if there’s something amazing in there waiting for us?”

“Then it would be a waste of time,” Wednesday replied, but she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. Enid’s enthusiasm was contagious.

After wandering through the aisles, they found themselves in the back corner of the store, surrounded by shelves dedicated to the supernatural. Enid’s eyes lit up as she examined a collection of ghost stories.

“This is perfect!” she said, pulling a book off the shelf. “Let’s read one together. You can pick the scariest one.”

“Or we could simply look for the most morbid tale,” Wednesday suggested, her interest genuinely piqued. “After all, it is the dark narratives that resonate the most.”

Enid grinned. “Exactly! You’re starting to come around.”

As they settled into a cozy nook with a plush armchair, Wednesday opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice steady and calm. Enid listened intently, occasionally glancing up to watch the way Wednesday’s lips moved as she spoke. There was something enchanting about the way she immersed herself in the story.

Halfway through, Wednesday paused to look at Enid. “Are you scared?”

Enid shook her head, but her eyes betrayed her. “Not scared. Just… captivated.”

Wednesday studied her, the intensity of her gaze making Enid’s heart race. “Captivated by the story or by me?”

“Both, I guess,” Enid replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment hung in the air, charged with unspoken words. Enid could feel the distance between them shrinking, the space filled with an unnameable energy. “You know, Wednesday,” she began, “there’s something about being here with you that feels—”

Before she could finish, Wednesday leaned in slightly, her expression serious. “What are you trying to say?”

“Just that… I feel closer to you when we’re together like this. You bring out a different side of me.” Enid’s heart raced, her cheeks warming.

“I bring out a different side?” Wednesday echoed, her curiosity piqued. “Is that so?”

In that instant, the world around them faded. Enid leaned forward, her heart pounding as she closed the gap between them. She pressed her lips softly against Wednesday’s, a hesitant yet electric kiss. The moment felt suspended in time, the warmth of Wednesday’s presence enveloping her.

Wednesday responded, surprising both of them. She deepened the kiss, her lips moving with a deliberate grace, pulling Enid into a realm where only they existed. The kiss was a blend of their contrasting worlds—dark and vibrant, reserved and exuberant.

When they finally broke apart, Enid’s breath came in quick bursts. “Wow,” she murmured, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Wednesday’s expression remained inscrutable, but a faint blush colored her cheeks. “You underestimated my abilities once again, Sinclair.”

Enid chuckled nervously, her heart still racing. “I guess I did.”

“Perhaps we should explore more together,” Wednesday suggested, a hint of mischief in her tone. “There are many tales waiting for us, both in books and in life.”

“Definitely,” Enid replied, her smile brightening the dim corner of the bookstore. As they picked up the book once more, the world felt more vibrant than ever—an endless adventure awaited them, and for the first time, Enid felt ready to dive in.

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The end

820 ish words

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