Enid pulled back, breathless, her chest heaving. "Wait-please, don't-don't do this just because you feel sorry for me." Wednesday's eyes were dark, her lips reddened from the kiss. She regarded Enid for a long moment, then let out a sound that was half a scoff, half a laugh. "You truly are delusional," she murmured. "Be quiet, Enid. I want to kiss you again." After their first, unexpected hug at the end of Nevermore's chaos, Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair find themselves facing a challenge far more perplexing than monsters or murder mysteries: each other. What begins as an awkward gesture slowly unravels into something neither of them anticipated-an exploration of emotions Wednesday has always dismissed, and a bond that refuses to be ignored. WARNING!!! violence, smut

іᥒ sһᥲძᥱs ᥆𝖿 ᑲᥣᥲᥴk ᥲᥒძ ᑲᥣ᥆᥆m Wednesday Addams and love in the same sentence. That's funny, no? She thought so as well until she met Enid Sinclair. She learnt lots of stuff from that late blooming werewolf. And yet, they grew with whatever they had going on. It took months for them to realize how much they have actually grown on each other. Classic dumb lover trope. Absolutely. But besides romantic love, comes platonic love as well. Friends. Again, you'd have to be out of your mind to put Wednesday Addams and Friends in the same sentence. Well.. yes. She changes minds, changing herself in the process. And that's, what she's not relevant to. Change. Mind's change, seasons change, come and go. Simple, right? Discovering and navigating everything at once is complicating, even for such a master mind like Wednesday. And that's okay. Everyone struggles. But you're never alone. ｡˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚｡｡˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚｡｡˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚｡ ᥲ ᥕᥱᥒᥴᥣᥲіr s𝗍᥆rᥡ.