So I Woke Up Today And Chose Violence

so I woke up today and chose violence

what if, during one of their many misadventures, wednesday and enid land themselves in a dire situation

like, wednesday and enid are hanging off a cliff just by a gnarled root desperately clutched in the Addams' hand

wednesday is trying with all her might to pull a severely injured enid and herself up, but her battle-worn body is too exhausted to do anything other than strain painfully. enid can sense her waning strength and says—

"let me go,"

"what?" the tired girl questioned with furrowed brows, unbelieving of the asinine request she just heard.

"wednesday, let me go." enid repeated firmly

shaking her head as much as she could, wednesday glared at the cliff's edge, so close but taunting in its distance. "cease your foolish requests, sinclair. I will not be entertaining them. Thing will be arriving shortly and—"

"it's okay," the wolf interrupted, loosening her grip.

immediately feeling the slackening hold, wednesday's eyes widened in panic as she attempted to grip the girl's hand tighter. "what are you doing?"

"you can't hold the both of us up much longer," enid reasoned with a sad smile, her palm sliding further out of wednesday's hand. "and someone needs to go stop them."

"no," wednesday denied vehemently, eyes burning. "don't do this. the others will be—"

"there's no time." barely holding on from the hook of wednesday's fingers, enid gave the goth girl one final wobbly smile. "it's going to be okay," she promised one final time.

using what little strength she had in her, enid kicked off the face of the cliff and out of the heiress' desperate grasp.

only briefly did wednesday watch her descent, unable to watch the woman she loved fall with a smile etched on her face.

turning back towards the cliff's face, wednesday closed her eyes as her ears picked up the faint sound of a thud. "damn you," she whispered angrily, stubborn tears slipping beneath her eyes. "damn you!" she repeated brokenly.

I think this is my 10th wenclair post 🥳

Shoutout to @i-choose-you-cyndaquil for the inspo ☺️

frantically sliding to her knees, uncaring of the debris cutting into her skin, the addams heiress gathered her lover's broken body in trembling arms; tightening her grip protectively when she felt the shallow rise and fall of enid's chest.

aware of the creature attempting to stumble away behind her, the twin braided girl spoke.

"when you die," she softly started, startling the attacker. "i will be the first to dance upon your grave."

turning to face him, she glared at the creature that she once felt an inkling of affection for. "make no mistake, this will not happen again." sneering, she spat the name out like a curse, "tyler."

i don't know why, but i love it when my favorite characters suffer

which is why i want to read a fic where tyler's claws did manage to fuck up enid's eye, and it's not just some side of the face clawing but across the whole front of her face

obviously, this really plummets her self-esteem to an all-time low, and now she feels like a bumbling idiot trying to navigate her life while only half-sighted

and my god, the pity

she loathes it

no she doesn't need help trying to find her classes and no, she doesn't need you to hold her arm while going out. she's not fucking useless now that her vision is severely impaired

enid is withdrawing and getting progressively angrier. like a bottle under pressure and ready to blow their top.

maybe the furs are being dicks and making comments on how a puppy should've fought someone their own size instead of a hyde. because obviously, they would've faired much better considering they've been shifting for much longer and really it's pathetic how badly you got beaten on your first shift sinclair

it's overwhelming and agonizing, and enid's is constantly half-shifted because of how agitated she gets. claw unsheathed, fangs bared, and her eye emitting a half-feral glow — dousing others in its blue intensity. fuck she can't even stand to look at herself in the mirror when all she sees is a monster staring straight back at her

her friends are trying to help her through this, but she's stubborn. it's pity, it must be. their effort to show enid she is loved and cared for only feels smothering because she's not used to unconditional love. after her disfigurement, she's always asking why and trying to find an ulterior motive to their actions.

no more girls night with yoko and divina, her relationship with ajax is now over. she drops all her extra circulars with bianca, fuck she's somehow able to even avoid being in the same room with wednesday as much as possible unless strictly necessary

the girl is spiraling and no one knows how to get through to her

it's when wednesday comes back to the dorm, one particularly bad day that she decides to be more aggressively progressive about her attempts to help the wolf.

and as the young addams closed the bathroom door, she found it hard to keep her mind off the shattered mirror she discovered, blood covered and struck with such fierceness that it crumbled the brick behind it. no, she thought to herself grimly, this can not continue

"Stealing from me again, Sinclair?" wednesday questioned, a spark of warmth contradicting her stern expression "Do you know no bounds? First my heart, now my clothing? What's next?"

Bundled in an oversized black hoodie, the wolf stretched out languidly on the goth's bed

"Your last name," was the sleepy reply, a gentle confidence resonating in her promise