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My new header for here, I’m really happy with it
Happy pride month to my favorite sapphic couple
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for scientific purposes (and maybe something more)
🦷 wednesday & enid
🦷 oneshot, 1.1k words
🦷 rated e
🦷 canon compliant-ish, fluff, first kiss
author’s note: hello! another tooth rotting fluff from meee (pun not intended) i hope you guys enjoy this short fic. it would also be a great help if you’d leave a kudos to the ao3 site! or a reblog and like on this post! follow me on twitter if you wanna be friends! @kittybaskets
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It’s been a week since Enid’s first full werewolf shift. She had emerged with fluffier hair, glowing skin, and an unfamiliar smile. Something had changed, something subtle—but Wednesday noticed.
She always does.
She pushed open the door to their shared dorm with her usual quiet resolve, eyes scanning the familiar mess of color and chaos Enid called “decor.” She wasn’t sure what she was looking for—only that she hadn’t seen the werewolf all day, and that small fact had sat uncomfortably in her chest since breakfast.
But she easily found her, lying against the cobweb-patterned mirror, bathed in the warm sunlight, legs tucked in like a cat making a loaf. She was using her phone, doomscrolling through TikTok.
Enid turned, and the raven-haired girl froze.
Wednesday didn’t say a word at first. She just stood there, studying the angles of Enid’s profile, the way the light cut across her features. And when Enid turned her head to smile, Wednesday saw it.
The light caught her teeth when she smiled, and there they were—two sharp, gleaming canines, just slightly longer than before. Not unnaturally long. Not monstrous. Just… new.
Beautiful, she thought to herself.
“Your canines,” Wednesday said plainly. “They’re different.”
Enid blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Your teeth. The upper cuspids. They’ve grown.” Wednesday stepped forward, the door closing behind her with a quiet snick. “Have you noticed?”
Enid’s finger automatically came up to her canines. “Oooh, yeah! Kind of? I mean, I saw them in the mirror this morning—figured it was like a wolfy after-effect.”
“May I examine them?” Wednesday asked, already close enough that she didn’t need to raise her voice.
Enid stared. “My… teeth?”
“Yes.”
“For what purpose exactly?”
“Scientific curiosity.”
“You want to look at my mouth because you’re curious?”
“Yes.” Wednesday folded her hands behind her back, steady as ever. “I want to see how your physiology has adapted post-transformation. Particularly in regard to dental morphology.”
Enid’s expression was caught somewhere between confusion and amusement. “That might be the most Wednesday Addams way anyone has ever flirted with me.”
“I’m not flirting,” Wednesday said immediately, though she could feel the warmth rising in her chest. “This is purely academic.”
“Uh-huh.” But Enid set the book down on her lap and looked up at her. “Fine, knock yourself out. Just don’t, like, write an essay about it.”
Wednesday didn’t respond. She simply stepped even closer until she was standing directly in front of Enid, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.
She reached out with gloved fingers—God knows where those gloves came from—but then hesitated, removing the glove with slow precision. Touching her would be better skin-to-skin. For science—what a lame excuse.
“Open your mouth,” Wednesday asked, gently.
Enid obliged, trying not to laugh. “Okay, doctor.”
She parted her lips to reveal the slight, unmistakable points of her canines. They weren’t grotesque or monstrous. They were elegant, sharp, refined. A perfect blend of danger and beauty—but it leaned more on the beauty side.
Wednesday’s breath caught.
She reached out slowly, almost reverently, and placed two fingers beneath Enid’s chin. The skin was warm. Soft. Too soft.
Enid’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, her breath hitching at the contact.
Wednesday tilted her head, examining closely. Her fingers ghosted along the edge of Enid’s jaw as she studied the symmetry, the shape, the minute curve of bone under skin.
“Exquisite,” she murmured.
Enid opened one eye. “Did you just call my teeth exquisite?”
“They suit you,” Wednesday met her gaze. “Sharp. Unexpected.”
“Well, I’m gonna take that as a compliment then.”
“It was.”
There was a pause. A quiet stretch of seconds where neither of them spoke.
Enid’s lips curled upward into a tiny, nervous smile. “You’re, uh… really close.”
“I need to be. For a proper inspection.”
“Right. ‘Inspection.’” She said it with air quotes.
Wednesday’s eyes flicked down to her mouth.
She wasn’t thinking anymore. Not in the usual way. Her thoughts were jumbled. Cluttered. Her fingers were still touching Enid’s skin, and she hadn’t pulled away. And Enid hadn’t moved either.
“Does it hurt?” she asked quietly.
“The teeth?”
“The change.”
Enid hesitated. “It used to. Not so much now.”
Wednesday nodded slowly. “You’re stronger now.”
Enid chuckled softly. “Is that a compliment too?”
“It’s an observation.”
“Well, thanks for the observation,” she whispered.
The room felt warmer than usual. Brighter, despite the late hour. The golden light pooling around them felt surreal—like a spell, a soft trick of the universe.
Wednesday found herself staring again. Not at the teeth this time. But at Enid’s mouth.
Her lips.
She wondered what it would feel like.
And then Enid said, “Are you going to kiss me? Or do you need a signed permission slip for that too?”
Wednesday blinked once. Twice.
She leaned in.
There was no hesitation. No awkward fumbling. Her hand slid from Enid’s chin to her cheek, thumb brushing lightly over the skin there. She tilted her head the way she’d read about in books—precise, deliberate.
Their lips met softly.
The kiss was warm. Unhurried. Enid tasted faintly of peppermint lip balm and something sweet Wednesday couldn’t name. Her lips parted just enough to breathe her in, and suddenly, the world narrowed to the point of contact. Everything else—the light, the warmth, the ridiculous throw pillows—faded.
Enid’s hand rose to Wednesday’s arm, fingers curling gently around her wrist like she was afraid she’d disappear.
Wednesday deepened the kiss by a fraction—just enough to feel the softness of Enid’s bottom lip beneath her own. Her fingers slid behind Enid’s jaw, steady, curious, reverent. Enid tilted into it with a soft sigh, her hand traveling to Wednesday’s shoulder, anchoring herself there like it was the only solid thing in the room.
When Wednesday finally pulled back, it wasn’t far. Just enough to look at her.
Enid’s eyes were wide, flushed, dazed.
Wednesday’s thumb brushed her cheek again. “You’re no longer just radiant.”
Enid blinked slowly. “What am I now?”
Wednesday didn’t smile. But her voice was softer than usual.
“Magnetic.”
Enid laughed quietly, forehead dropping gently to rest against Wednesday’s. “You say the weirdest things, but they still make me feel like I’m floating.”
“That’s a concerning reaction,” Wednesday murmured. “Perhaps you’re lightheaded. I should observe more closely.”
Enid grinned. “More scientific studies?”
“Endless.”
They sat like that for a while, close and quiet, the silence between them comfortable. The weight of everything unspoken had lightened, settled. And for once, neither of them rushed to fill the space with words.
Eventually, Enid said, “Do you still want to examine my teeth?”
Wednesday pulled back just enough to glance at her mouth again.
“Yes,” she said simply. “But this time, I want to see them when you smile because of me.”
Enid bit her lip, then grinned wide—canines sharp and glinting.
“Like that?” she asked.
Wednesday gave the faintest nod.
“Exactly.”
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Okay , I can't believe I'm the only one who thought that Wednesday was a little bit too interested in Enid's dating life in this scene. First there was Wednesday once again curiously and adorably obliging to Enid's demand the murder pinterest must leave their dorm:
Then Eugene anounces he knows it's unlikely that Enid will ever like him back, but that he will keep trying. Look at Wednesday's FACE. Remember how completly desinterested she was before whenever dating came up.
And then of course a certain question:
Call me crazy but I say Wednesday is pondering that quite personally. With their history I highly doubt that Netflix will risk a lesbian relationship in their next smash hit, but they've certainly sowed a fundation in this and much more obvious scenes.
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Books: Main characters must follow the plot.
Fanfiction: Okay but what if they went to IKEA and fought over furniture instead?
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don’t mind me i’m just noticing noticing the rainbow heart and enid’s bi flag skateboard and losing my mind
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Pre-Wenclair. Two siblings surveil a certain vibrant werewolf from across the Quad.
Pugsley: Her? But Sis, she’s so uh—so…
Wednesday: Colorful? Vapid? Jubilant? Do not let her wholesome image fool you, Brother. She is a cunning seductress—
Wednesday: —for whom no act is too obscene. Even now, she employs her depraved wiles to undermine my resolve.
Enid: Oof!
Pugsley: She just tripped and fell while recording a TikTok dance.
Wednesday: Merely a ploy to conceal her true actions.
Enid: 😣
Enid: 😧
Enid: 😭
Pugsley: *squints* I think she’s crying because she landed on her Tamagotchi and broke it.
Wednesday: See? She ended a nascent life that she herself nurtured. That succubus.
Pugsley: 😒
Wednesday: *produces a new Tamagotchi* Now wait here while I resign another plaything to its eventual fate.
Pugsley: *watches his sister approach Enid*
Enid: 😢❔
Wednesday: 😑🫴🥚
Enid: 🥲💕
Wednesday: *is hugged and most certainly does NOT like it*
Pugsley: 😬
Pugsley: *mutters* Thing was right. It’s Mom and Dad all over again.
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based on the trailer with Enid's new hair and nails for season 2!! :P
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Do you know how much the boy characters have to suck for fucking Netflix to go “you know what let’s actually cut the boys out and actually make an addam’s family show horror focused and add a little queerbait.”
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Wednesday: Enid, have you seen my new haunted puppet?
Enid: The puppet that your freaking stalker left in our room? The one that, for some horrifying reason, looks just like me from last semester?
Wednesday: Yes, that one.
Enid: *scowls* No, Wednesday, I haven’t seen your freaking mini murder me. Besides, weren’t you going to burn it last night?
Wednesday: I did.
Enid: And?
Wednesday: It was annoyed by the effort and swore to exact revenge.
Enid: WHAT?
Wednesday: It also recruited your doll as its lieutenant. Together they escaped with enough of my smallest knives to arm a miniature militia.
Wednesday: I can only assume that it is as adept at making friends as yourself, so I strongly suggest that we barricade ourselves in our room and prepare for an attack.
Enid:
Enid: 😱
– Elsewhere. –
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decided to redraw and improve this silly thing i did two years ago
here's the two compared like damn the colors on the first what was that 😭
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Enid: 🎶 i just got my license 🎶
Wednesday: to kill?
Enid: haha, you’re so funny wednesday
Wednesday: ….
Enid: that’s not even a real thing
Wednesday: *slips card out of her bag*
Enid: this says you got it in 2010
Wednesday: yes
Enid: you would have been three years old?
Wednesday: yes?
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