Fleeting Fragments
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Wednesday Addams is not worried. She does not get worried.
She’s simply taking logical precautions—like keeping Enid securely tied to a chair where nothing can possibly harm her.
Enid, unfortunately, is full of terrible ideas. Like insisting she can take care of herself. Like thinking Wednesday has feelings.
(She does not. Probably. Maybe.)
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- Part 1 of Fleeting Fragments
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Enid knows better than to push her luck with Wednesday Addams. Curling up on her bed, seeking comfort? That’s practically a death wish. Wednesday doesn’t do warmth, doesn’t do softness—doesn’t do people, really.
So when cold hands pull her in without hesitation, Enid goes still. It’s not just surprising—it’s unbelievable. And yet, Wednesday holds her as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. As if she doesn’t mind. As if, just this once, she’s willing to let Enid stay.
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- Part 2 of Fleeting Fragments
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Enid is standing by the door like an eager puppy—at least, that’s what Wednesday thinks when she enters their shared room.
“Wednesday!” Enid beams, practically vibrating with excitement. If she had a tail, it would be wagging. She is optimism personified, a relentless ray of sunshine in Wednesday’s otherwise bleak existence. And somehow, Wednesday can’t stop looking at her.
“Enid,” Wednesday greets curtly. The blonde grins and pulls out a letter.
“I wrote you a poem…”
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- Part 3 of Fleeting Fragments
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Wednesday has never cared to dwell on the concept of love, nor does she see the appeal in it. But for some reason, she can’t shake the thought—what is love, really? What does it mean to her?
And maybe, just maybe, having a certain werewolf around makes the answer a little clearer.
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- Part 4 of Fleeting Fragments
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Wednesday never claimed to be romantic. But, there is a certain mood that came with having a shovel in hand—and maybe… just maybe, because there’s Enid chattering in her ear as she dug.
Or in other words, the inherent romanticism in grave digging together.
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- Part 5 of Fleeting Fragments