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Divina walks on rose petals. Yoko stands waiting. Enid is playing romantic music on the trumpet nearby. Divina comes closer and Yoko gets down on one knee in front of her. She takes out a box and opens it with the words:

Yoko: Will you marry me?

The front opens up a view of a beautiful wedding ring. Divina breaks into a smile, unable to say a word.

Enid: I literally learned to play this shit from scratch in two weeks! And if you don't say right now: "Yes, I agree", then I'll shove this trumpet up your ass!

Wednesday, who was standing nearby and saw the whole performance, clutched at her heart, which was beating inside her at a breakneck speed. She stared at Enid in fascination.

Divina: Y-yes, I agree!

Wednesday in a whisper: Heck...

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Okay, just know that I can't draw...

But it's not as bad as I thought... huh..

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Wednesday: Take my word for it, I'm not a religious fanatic. But since I saw you, I've been praying...

Enid: Okay…

Wednesday: And it seems God has heard my prayers.

Enid: …

Wednesday: Now you have to be nailed to the cross to atone for my sins.

Enid: Wednesday, are you telling me that you hung me on this stupid cross just because you kissed me?

Wednesday: Absolutely, exactly.

Enid: Am I some kind of joke to you? I'm out of here!

*after breaking the ropes, Enid quickly left*

Thing: "You screwed up."

Wednesday: God is the only dead person who managed to embarrass me.

*throws the bible in the trash*

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Enid leaned against the wall, talking to Yoka. Suddenly Addams comes up to them, who was carrying a wooden box in her hands. She quickly turns her gaze to Yoka and it seems that the vampire is disappearing into space. Enid looks at what is happening with incomprehension. Addams puts the box on the floor in front of Enid and stands on it. She leans one arm against the wall and, frowning, hovers over Enid.

Wednesday: And who's the little here now!?

Enid: "Right now I feel like some stupid dog being scolded by the owner."

* For some reason, a stupid smile appears on her face*

Wednesday: Know your place, Sinclair.

Enid, blinking fast: Is that all you wanted to say, Wednesday?

Addams looked down, remembering the plan. She glanced sideways at Yoka, who was hiding around the corner. She waved her hands to indicate that now was the right moment.

Wednesday: Uh.. I... Maybe you'd like to... If you don't mind... Do you agree.? Just never mind!

Addams quickly descended and ran away, leaving the box. Enid crossed her arms and sighed in frustration.

A little bit later..

Yoko looks reproachfully at Wednesday's lowered head, which once again failed their plan.

Yoko: Well, it looks like it was a bad plan.

Wednesday: You've ruined everything. I said last time that it was a bad idea.

Yoko: Hey! I'm trying to help you! Better let's discuss our plan number... twenty-three!

Addams rolls his eyes, but continues to listen carefully to the next plan.

P.S.

Thing runs up to Enid, who sighs sadly while kicking the box.

Thing: * You failed again, Enid.*

Enid: Damn it! She was so close! I screwed up...

Thing: *You should take this step first. Wednesday will never be able to do that.*

Enid: You're right...

She takes out her notebook.

Enid: Tomorrow is on her schedule, she has chemistry. Do you think I can escape from biology class again?

Thing: * How much have you missed already?*

Enid: Maybe two days... or two months. Huh...

Thing: *Choose a day off for this!*

Enid: She spends weekends with Eugene and his bees. I don't understand what could be so interesting there?

*the girl pouted with indignation*

Thing: ... * It's not really important... Really.*

Enid sighs looking at her friend.

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Wednesday: Enid, Enid, Enid.. Today you will understand what it means to be Addams.

Wednesday plays with a knife, and then sticks it into the armrest of the chair Enid is sitting on.

Enid: Are you going to torture me?

Wednesday: I think you know what I want.

Enid: You know, if you don't yell in my ear that the green Ranger isn't useless. And if you don't take me to the vet every time I start feeling pain, like I'm some kind of old dog that needs to be put down, then... I agree.

Wednesday looks with a question:...

Enid: You didn't live with my mom and older brothers. Sometimes they are worse than torture. So get started.

Wednesday: When are your parents planning to visit you?

Enid: Oh, so you want to meet my parents?

Wednesday: Maybe I'm just curious.... Yes, I really want to!

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Wednesday with shortness of breath: When I said, help me with one thing, I didn't mean it.

Enid: I thought you wanted to finally get out of the closet!

Wednesday: You misunderstood me. I wanted to get rid of the closet.

Enid: But you didn't mind… Then what's the problem?

Wednesday: ...maybe... so it is. Otherwise, it didn't solve my problems because I still need to bury the closet.

Enid: What's inside? Why the rush?

Wednesday: It doesn't matter. I just need you to help me.

Enid gets out of bed Wednesday and adjusts her clothes.

Enid: Okay, I'll help... if only..

Wednesday frowned: I should have strangled you.

Enid: Let's leave it for the night, baby. *wink*

A sudden realization.

Wednesday: I think you misunderstood again…

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Enid: Oh my God, Wednesday, let's stop! I'm tired!..

Wednesday: Hold the shovel and dig in silence. This is for your long tongue.

Enid is in a two-meter hole, digging.

Enid: Hey, come on!

Wednesday: I said "in silence."

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Evening ball

Addams walks towards the backyard. Along the way, reluctantly, greeting the guests. She was still outraged that her parents had staged a stupid ball without her approval. Although it was clear to her why, because she would have immediately abandoned this bad idea.

She went outside. And saw a strange silhouette that was standing near a tree. Wednesday came closer and saw a girl who was sadly looking somewhere in the sky. Her blue dress fluttered in the wind, it seemed so simple to Addams, not the ones she saw there in the hall on other ladies. It seemed as if the girl herself had sewn it from unnecessary fabric. There was no vulgar neckline, which was a common thing at balls. There was no stupid bustle, which always seemed like a complete nonsense for Wednesday. Idiotic mini-handbags and hats were also missing on the young lady. All this attracted Addams' attention, which she herself was at a loss for.

Taking another step, she could now contemplate the golden hair that fluttered in neat strands in the wind, slightly hiding the stranger's face for Addams. The emaciated little body was staggering, either from the wind, or from the deepest sadness. Empty blue eyes filled with salty tears. Her lips were pursed.

Addams was not one of those who considered herself a "prince on a white horse." She doesn't save people, but for some reason today and right now she wanted to become one. This awkward blonde, for the others, seemed to be something completely different for Wednesday. She thought, that she would not be able to hold a despicable look anymore if, she saw the tears of this terrible stranger.

Addams came closer and pressed her hand to the tree, hovering over the blonde. She jumped away from the Countess in surprise and bowed low.

– S-sorry… Please don't tell my mother that I'm hanging around here. — the girl whined in a trembling voice.

– Why are you here?

– I... I felt stuffy. This..

– Stupid lie. Do you take me for a half-wit?

– Oh, my God! No! No... I am. Um... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. — she jumped at the Countess's harsh voice.

– Will you tell me the truth?

– This is my first ball and I'm nervous a lot.

"God. It's all stupid." — Addams thought, frowning at the blonde.

– There's no need to worry, my lady. — Wednesday said, giving her a hand.– Can I help you get rid of this fear?

– What are you… I can't accept your help. We don't even know each other... — she said the last phrase a little quieter.

– So do you have to know my name? — the brunette chuckled.– For your information. I'm Wednesday Addams. Daughter of Count Gomez Addams.

The blonde gaped. Standing in front of her was someone she had never hoped to see. This is a completely different girl, which excites thoughts and this is only rumored about her. She could wear the most beautiful dress and then all the gentlemen would be hers. But she was wearing a black tailcoat, which emphasized her protest. She was bold in her views and did not tolerate the framework that society imposed. She was the exact opposite of a blonde. After all, the Countess was smart and brave, and she was a frightened lamb that could not escape from the shackles of mother.

– Your turn. — Addams coughed into the white glove on her hand.

– Y-yes! I am the daughter of Baron Murray Sinclair. Enid Sinclair.

– That's how.. It's amazing that you're so modestly dressed. Your family is not poor, is it?

– Of course, my noble father does everything possible for our family. — Enid said, lowering her head.

– But not for you.

Enid shrank back into the tree. She knew that Addams was rumored to be harsh and cruel. But even so, she could expect criticism towards her outfit.

– However. — Addams touched the blonde's chin and tilted her head so that she would look into her eyes.– I like your dress. It's... not typical. Did you sew it yourself?

– Oh.. Yes! This is my little hobby. My aunt taught me. She helped me with this dress. — Sinclair smiled, and a blush appeared on her face.

– It's awfully attractive. — Addams pulled away.– For whom so much effort.?

– It's... not that decent to ask..

– I didn't ask how many gentlemen you have. I just asked if there is someone special for you at this ball?

– Special?.. If only. I'm stupid and awkward, no one in life will pay attention to me. — she quotes her mother.

– Who told you such a stupid thing? It's humiliating to even listen to something like that.

Enid sighed. She didn't know why Addams was being so nice to her. Why did she suddenly pay attention to her. Maybe this is another protest. She wants to prove something to her parents. Or maybe she's just mocking her. She didn't know.

– I usually don't offer potobnye things. But .. — Wednesday with a slight smile gave the lady a hand.– Would you like to dance with me, Lady Sinclair?"

– I do not know, what you are trying to achieve ... — she hesitated.– Why me?

– There is no reason to invite an attractive girl to dance. Isn't that what other gentlemen do? — the brunette chuckled.

– Then… Can I ask you for a little more than one dance? — the girl asked timidly, holding out her hand.

– Whatever you wish.

– Two dances?

– Just you and me. Tonight, on this terrible evening, I will be yours.

– It sounds strange.

– Shall we sign on the blood?

– No, your words are enough for me. — putting her palm of hand on Addams' arm, she couldn't help but smile.

Enid felt goosebumps go through her body. She wasn't sure about these spontaneous actions. She has never danced with a woman. She never looked at women, thinking of anything more, than simple respect. But now, during this dance in the garden, she was ready to give herself up to all her strange impulses of passion. For the first time, she felt a craving for someone else's lips. She looked into the dark eyes and saw the abyss that beckoned her.

Enid rested her head on Addams' shoulder, not breaking off the slow dance. Wednesday sighed heavily, it seems she herself did not know what kind of feeling that settled inside her. She would have wanted to stifle it, but a pleasant voice begged her to give it a chance. She cursed herself for deciding to go outside. After all, now she no longer wanted to go back there, without her.

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Let's imagine that this is the XIX century.

I'm bad at this. And it is unlikely that this "work" will have a sequel. It looks more like a sketch or an essay than something whole. But I like the concept of the XIX century. It looks so charming.

（//･_･//)

This is an open final. And their future fate is not in my power...

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I would like the relationship between Wednesday and Enid to develop slowly. It would be stupid if at the beginning of the season they suddenly want each other. No. I want us to suffer watching their relationship. And I see the disclosure of Wednesday as something like this:

*end of the penultimate episode*

Enid and Wednesday are alone.

Enid: You know, I'll be ready to listen to you. And if you need something, I'll help you.

Wednesday raises her head and looks at the blonde.

Enid: What's bothering you? What can I do for you?

Addams' eyebrows go up and awareness is visible in her eyes.

Enid: What do you feel?

Wednesday: I'm not sure what's wrong with me.

Wednesday comes closer.

Wednesday: Do you really want to help me understand how I feel?

Enid: Absolutely, that's right. Everything is for you.

Wednesday reaches out to Enid and shyly kisses her.

The girl does not respond to the kiss. Addams pulled away when she saw the blonde's shocked face.

Enid: It's.. I..

Wednesday takes a step back. Enid looks anxiously at Addams, who has lowered her head to the ground. The blonde pulls hand, but immediately stops.

Wednesday: It was a mistake. Never mind.

She leaves quickly. Enid is still standing. She touches her fingers to her lips.

Isn't that dramatic?

I would like to suffer longer. So in the last episode, they are obliged to understand their feelings for each other without words.

I want Addams to be the one to understand how she feels. After all, in the first season, it was because of Tyler and his pressure that she kissed him. Here everything is completely different. It is she who should take this step. Enid should not accept her feelings at the same second (this is banal). She must understand them and accept them gradually. Because of this, their connection will not be stable for a while. And it is only at the end that Enid has to make it clear with just one glance that she is ready for the next stage. They don't have to voice their feelings. I think the best thing they can do is hug at the end.

Oh, and yes, throughout the season they have to get into ambiguous situations. There should be more awkwardness between them at the end of the season. And Enid should be the only one who doesn't pay attention to it.

I'm still hoping for something like that. After all, it would be very awesome and it would be suitable for the series. I think so.

Thanks for attention!

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A restless night.

Enid tosses and turns in her sleep. Wednesday is looking at it from her side of the room.

Enid starts kicking her legs, as if chasing someone. Abruptly grabs the pillow and bites it, making a growl.

Wednesday, muttering in his mind: "Why did you choose this particular night to chase rabbits...?"

Enid spins on her axis, throwing off the blanket. That was the last straw. Wednesday winces, but still approaches the neighbor, who is restlessly spinning in her bed.

Wednesday: "Who are you catching so furiously, Sinclair?"

She comes closer and puts her palm on Enid's hot head. Wednesday tries to remove her hand from someone else's forehead, but the werewolf grabs her hand and squeezes it in her paws, rolls onto her back closer to the brunette.

Wednesday frowns and tries to pull her hand away. But Enid throws Wednesday down on the bed with all her strength and squeezes her tightly in her arms.

So after a few seconds Enid calms down.

She nuzzled Addams' neck, which made her wince. There was a slight blush on her cheeks.

Enid was snoring softly while muttering something not clear. Although it seemed that the werewolf was pronouncing the name, Addams couldn't make it out.

Wednesday: "It looks like you've already caught what you wanted..."

In the morning.

Enid waking up on the floor. She looks at her bed with incomprehension. She gets up and sees Wednesday sleeping peacefully in the pose of the dead.

Enid: "Um.. How did it happen? Maybe... although, no. It's better to just ignore it!"

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This "art" was drawn by my friend:

And she hasn't watched the series "Wednesday" yet. And... She's a cute little bunny, but we often fight with her. After all, we are sitting at the same desk. This lunatic applied for a "designer", but she's a sucker and she failed. So now she's a programmer. Лошара [Loshara].*

She promised to draw more. And now we are waiting. （⌒▽⌒）

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* So in Russia they call those who have f*cked up. (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣

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Bonus:

All around Wednesday: No!

Wednesday: I'll do it...

Enid: Yes, of course, do whatever you want. Even if it hurts me.

Wednesday: I wasn't even going to. Pf.

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Enid: The horror. It's horrible... What to do?..

Wednesday: What happened?

Enid: Nothing! Nothing happened!

Wednesday: Any complaints?

Enid: You're not doing anything! Why do I have to do all this?!

Wednesday: Your tortures and throwing from side to side will not help the case. Explain what happened?

Enid: You forgot about the anniversary of our acquaintance!

Wednesday: What? This is stupid, what kind of dating anniversary?

Enid: It's important to me.

Wednesday: So are you going to decorate this part or are you going to wind snot on your paw?

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Xavier: Wednesday, you never wrote to me.

Wednesday: I had important things to do and I didn't promise to write to you.

Xavier: What other important things do you have ?

*Notification sound.*

Wednesday pulls out her phone. Xavier manages to see Enid's new Instagram post.

Xavier: Are you monitoring Sinclair's social networks every second?

Wednesday looks from under her brows.

Xavier: Are you serious? .. Ugh.

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Wednesday: Your blue eyes are like an ocean, and I'm ready to drown myself in it.

Enid: Um... In my opinion, this is not how it should sound.

Wednesday: ...

Enid: I mean! Wow! That's... That's great, keep it up! Ha-ha.. ha.

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Wednesday: What's it?

Enid: It's your knife.

Wednesday: Why is it pink and covered in sequins?

Enid: You're always running around with it, and I thought it was worth decorating it. So that everyone can see what beauty you own.

Wednesday: Then you would buy yourself a new and beautiful collar with a leash.

Enid: Ha-ha! Very funny... Wait, WHAT?!

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— Well, I think the meaning is clear.

* screaming with happiness like a bltch*

—Dio, lo adoro!

(´∀`)

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– Okay, just watch this.

*watch it myself for hours*

- Estoy llorando.

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– Don't pay attention to me!

*Puts it down and runs away aggressively.*