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The first time Morticia Addams meets Enid Sinclair, she is filled with utter dread. She and her husband really wanted Nevermore to work for their little storm, and a roommate as colourful as the one Larissa had chosen would most likely do more harm than good. The girl was practically a beacon of light in the dorm, somehow making her uniform almost as garish as her entire side of the room, which she knew Wednesday was thinking too.
The girl was polite, however, and had skipped closer to shake their hands in greeting with a smile beaming through their chests. Gomez was more than happy to meet the bright spark, and Morticia was much too practiced in her emotions to let slip her discomfort.
The second the young Lycan's hand touched her own, Morticia felt lightning strike her spine, and visions flooded her mind. Within seconds, she saw a future she had previously thought impossible.
Talking in the moonlight.
Wednesday is leant against a marble wall, right outside the room on the balcony, if Morticia weren't to be mistaken. The lycan girl, Enid, was leant next to her, listening with an uneasy expression as other wolves howled in their cages below the school. A full moon glowed overhead, marking point of a very human seeming girl oh so unusual.
Morticia is rather surprised when Wednesday, her dreadful child with envious levels of disinterest and boredom when it comes to emotions, glanced at the blonde before, dare she say… uncomfortably, clearing her throat.
"Why aren't you wolfing out?" Her daughter asked, and Enid shrugged her shoulders.
"I can't."
Expecting her dear child to scoff or complain, her core is shaken when Wednesday actually glances down, and listens as her roommate talks, no plans behind her eyes, nor plots. She just listened.
Painting a boat.
"Well technically he's only a hand."
The small blonde seemed amused and agitated at Wednesday's words (which were noticeably lacking their usual bite) like she were talking to a petulant child, or her emotionally stunted daughter.
"Wednesday, he's your family! And he would do anything for you. Go apologize, and I'll reconsider helping you."
Rather than shoot her with silver, as Morticia had expected, Wednesday sighs and storms off, and her mother begins to have the pull of hope in her heart.
A dilapidated building.
Morticia doesn't know where they are, but it's dark and wonderfully spooky. There's a darkness she craves to place in the bricks and mortar of their home, like death aged away. Wednesday is walking ahead of her bright roomate, caught moments before whatever they were hunting made itself known.
Morticia felt her eyes widen ever so slightly when her dark child grabbed the other's wrist, scrambling for her hand, and pulling them away from the danger.
Morticia knew then where these visions were going.
The room, half the window was now plain, a definite sign of Wednesday's influence.
Any hope she had of her daughter being happy is dashed when she sees her face. Tears she had not seen since Nero, building and barely held back as her roommate barely contained her lycan-typical anger. Morticia is impressed with the wolf's control, but is too shocked to see tears building behind glassy eyes to notice.
"I've tried really, really, really hard to be your friend. Always put myself out there. Thought of your feelings. Told people, 'I know she gives off serial killer vibes, but she's just shy!'
Morticia places her hand over her heart as Wednesday, her ever thoughtful and well planned daughter, replies with a bundle of… something in her throat.
"I never asked you to do that."
"You didn't have to because that's what friends do!"
Morticia is reminded of the one time she argued with Gomez, over something just as bizarre. Ironically, she cannot recall what the argument entailed.
"You want to be alone, Wednesday? Be alone!"
The door slams, and Morticia can only watch as her emotionless daughter sits between their rooms and cries.
Days later, the same room, Wednesday now back to her previous self at her typewriter.
There is a tentative knock at the door, Wednesday exhales very slowly.
"Come in."
Expecting nothing less than a "go away and die" from an angry Addams, this almost sent Morticia into a spiral once more. A blonde head poked in, and that softness edged in on Wednesday's face once more.
A dark forest, fear, blood scenting the air, a scene she cannot place
"Enid?"
A beautiful wolf stood before Wednesday, blood staining her fur, looking proud as she towered tall and strong. Morticia cannot see much else, her gift subjecting her to the good and not the necessary.
Instead she saw a blur tackle to the wolf once more, and a great fight fell between them.
Wednesday spares a look before she ran.
Blood burns the air, all she can taste is that feeling of sick worry. Fog covers the ground.
Wednesday emerges, a shaking Enid running to her. Morticia waits with bated breath for her viper to strike, only for her daughter to pull Enid in for a strong hug, so meaningful it brought a tear to her eye.
A hospital on campus.
Wednesday is lying still on an uncomfortable bed. Beside her is Enid, a twig in her hair from sneaking in through the window.
Neither would admit sleeping away from one another felt wrong.
Wednesday almost had her blood back, and Enid had bandages over her face.
Neither wanted to admit their addiction to each other, new and noticeable, painful almost.
Dark eyes did not sleep, instead staring at the head against her chest as they rose and fell rhythmically. Wednesday did not mind, she found that their breathing was out of time, yet in sync still. Instead… she was content with the addition.
Dark eyes slept alongside blue, until the morning when a nurse would chase the persistent wolf once more.
Bags are packed, it's the end of the first term.
Some music is playing, it makes Morticia wish to claw her ears from her skull. Wednesday is sat at her desk, THE END in bold glaring back at her.
Morticia feels pride in her chest, and even Wednesday seems unsure about what to feel.
"Wednesday, you've stopped writing? What's up?"
The music doesn't pause, but Enid locks her eyes onto her roommate as she dances. Wednesday slowly exhaled and turned in her seat, tracking the movements of her friend as she did a jerky dance.
"I finished."
Enid gasps excitedly, clapping her hands and jumping on the spot.
"Wednesday! I'm so happy for you!"
There is a hesitation, not from the wolf, much to her surprise, but rather her daughter. Wednesday hesitantly raised her hands, not entirely sure, in her actions, but she needn't be. Enid knew what she wanted, and hugged her tight.
The lyrics played as they hugged tight, and Morticia could have cried.
Visions fly by, more blurred and set on chance and possibility, nothing set in stone, but a chance nonetheless.
Morticia is sure she would sob at the sight of her viper, her perfect child, grown up and prepared to take a wife.
She was taller, broader, with a knowledge behind her eyes that Morticia wouldn't know for as long as she dared wonder. A scar was lined white under her eye, and she stared at herself in a stunning black dress, a bouquet of headless roses in hand.
"I know you're there, Enid."
There's a laugh of joy before the wolf slinked out from her hiding spot out of the window, sitting on the wall as Wednesday turned, and her laugh became breathless.
"You're beautiful."
Wednesday was just as armoured, falling in love all over again. The lycan was older, the wildness of a wolf firmly about her, scars beautiful against her cheek, practically a model in her white suit, black shirt and tie, which Wednesday promptly takes in her hand to pull the other woman closer.
"And you are perfect, cara mia."
They kiss, it's pure and innocent, a promise between souls, meaning more than any ritual the family had prepared below.
"I know I shouldn't see you before we get married, but… I missed you Willa."
Her raven smiles, easy and simple, everything Morticia wanted for her storm cloud.
"I would have been hurt if you hadn't come, but I knew you would."
The wolf grinned, lopsided and pure.
"Did you see it?" She teased, and Wednesday rolled her eyes before kissing her once more.
"I just knew you would risk it all to break the rules once again. Now you should go, before Ichabod drags you to my mother."
Enid's eyes widen, twisting and yelling as the tree rolls closer.
"Wait, wait, Icha-! Damn it!"
Risking it all once again, she kisses Wednesday, yelping as a branch wrapped around her waist and pulls her from the window.
Morticia drowned in Wednesday's laugh, heart filling as a pull of the present called her from the future. She saw visions of children, of fame, of success and joy. She knew this was a potential future, nothing was ever set in stone, but the fact it could happen made Morticia overflow with excitement and elation.
Her raven had found her home, not the school or a building, but the person who would mean everything and more to her.
Coming back to modern day, she smiled at the young lycan before pulling her into a hug.
"It will be a pleasure to know you, Enid."
The wolf hugged back enthusiastically, and Gomez shared a knowing look with Larissa. While they didn't know what Morticia had seen, they had noticed the hesitation Wednesday had with her new roommate, and the implications it held.
"You too, Mrs Addams!"
Yes, Morticia though, this is the best place for you, my dark one.