Burgundy (not Maroon)

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/42796065.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022), Addams Family - All Media Types
Relationship: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair
Character: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair
Additional Tags: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, and by lovers I mean they hold hands it's
disgusting, they're also kinda really stupid about the whole thing and I
have no regrets
Language: English
Collections: Wenclair Fics, WenClair, bitesize fics, aNd ThEy WeRe ROoMmAtEs,
wenclair brainrot, wenclair brainrot, I just finished Wednesday and
these fics are giving me life, Without This Where Else Would I Be?
Stats: Published: 2022-11-01 Words: 4546

Burgundy (not Maroon)

by Eggplant_Crusader

Summary

They're driving each other insane. It can't last. One of these days, one of them will surely
kill the other.

Enid wants to avoid that.

Wednesday can't wait.

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

1407

On Sunday, November 20th of 1407, the dukes of Burgundy and Orleans swore vows of
reconciliation in hopes to quell the rising tensions that threatened to tear the Kingdom of France
asunder.

Only three days later, on Wednesday, November 23rd of 1407, Duke Louis I of Orleans, brother to
King Charles the Mad of France, was brutally murdered in the streets of Paris. The Duke of
Burgundy, John the Fearless, readily admitted his role as mastermind of the assassination and
justified it as tyrannicide.
He got away with it.

Mostly.

Sunday

There was something about Wednesday Addams. Something incredibly annoying.

The girl wasn’t all bad, Enid would give her that. At least she was an orderly and quiet roommate.
Really, in that department, Wednesday definitely had more to complain about than Enid herself.

The whole constant underlying promise of violence thing, however, was beginning to get old.

As were the constant mood-killer attitude, the aversion to color (could it really be an allergy?) and
the dismissive ‘you’re not even worth my disgust’ looks Wednesday was always throwing her way.

Enid had honestly tried to make it work. And she could give Wednesday this much: she had also
given it her best attempt. But peaceful co-existence between the two of them seemed to be an
impossibility. There was some energy, some spark that refused to remain inert.

It wasn’t always a bad thing. That was, perhaps, the worst part. If it had all been bad, Enid could
have easily moved on with her life, hating Wednesday Addams.

But in trying, they had found something. Some connection, a pull to understand one another, apart
as they were. And like in everything else, the spark was there, filling it all with an intensity Enid
had never quite experienced before.

But there was no middle ground for them. Enid wished they could just do each other’s nails or
something, but that just wasn’t how they worked.

One day, they were driving each other insane, the next they were sharing their deepest fears. One
day, Wednesday was threatening to murder her, and being very detailed at that, the next day she
was pulling out a knife in class because someone had looked at Enid funny. One day, Enid was
plotting to get Wednesday expelled, the next she was testifying on her behalf, lying through her
teeth to provide an alibi for her roommate who had been out in the middle of the night doing who
knew what.

It was all helpless, and tiresome, and Enid was entirely done with it.

Oh, how she wished she could hate Wednesday Addams. Things would be so much easier then.

"It's what normal people call an olive branch." Enid said with a frustrated sight. She was offering
Wednesday a cupcake, and the girl had been refusing to even acknowledge her, instead choosing to
continue reading from some tattered tome.

"I didn't realize double negatives applied to normalcy." Wednesday said, bored, not even bothering
to look at her, but at least finally addressing her.

"Excuse me?"

"You're a werewolf. Therefore, a freak. And you can't transform. Therefore, a freak. Are you under
the impression that because you're double the freak, that comes back around to you being normal?
Because if so I have terrible news for you."

"Listen you little–" Enid stopped, taking a moment to center herself. "We're driving each other
insane. It's not gonna last. Something's gotta give."

"Oh, I agree. I just happen to know who's going to break first."

"Trust me, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Well, I know what you're not capable of."

Enid gasped. As much of a bitch as Wednesday could be, she rarely, if ever, addressed Enid's
inability to transform. The fact that she was doing so so freely meant the girl was wrong: Enid
wouldn't break first. As far as Wednesday was concerned, Enid had just realized, there was no
salvaging whatever peaceful relationship they might have had. Wednesday was pushing, hoping to
break Enid, because she was an inch away from breaking herself, and if she did–

Well, Enid did not even want to go there, but she guessed her blood would be involved, probably in
large quantities.

"I'm sorry." She said.

That got Wednesday to stop reading her damn book, even if she didn't look away from it. Still, no
answer came, so Enid pressed on.

"I shouldn't have joined in with them and their dumb jokes. They were being shitty and immature,
and we might not be best friends but we're stuck together so the least I can do is show some
decency."

More silence.

"And I'm sorry I locked the door on you that one time. And put a desk in front of it. This is your
room as much as it is mine."

Nothing.

"And I'm sorry I implied you're not normal like ten seconds ago." She added, desperate for
something, anything.

"You think I want to be normal?" Wednesday scoffed.

Enid sighed.

"At least you have the opportunity. You’re right. I don’t get to be human, and I don’t get to be a
werewolf."

Wednesday let out a brief, amused hum. For her, it was the equivalent of roaring laughter.

"You are mistaken. I can't change what I am any more than you can. There was never a choice. But
still, I wouldn't change what I am for anything in the world, and certainly not to be 'normal'."
Wednesday paused and looked away from the book, but not at Enid. Rather, she looked in the
opposite direction, as if trying to put as much distance between Enid and her line of sight as
possible. "And to be honest, I don't get why you would want to."

That. Almost sounded like Wednesday being nice.

"Are you suuuure you don't want the cupcake?" She tried, her voice as sweet as possible, as her
thoughts shaped into something along the lines of Just take the fucking cupcake god dammit I'm
trying really hard not to get murdered in my sleep over here.

Wednesday finally turned to look at her. Or at least she looked at the cupcake, which was progress.
She seemed unimpressed.

"Would it help if I took a bite of it to prove it wasn't poisoned?" Enid tried, because she was
starting to understand a bit of how Wednesday's mind worked. The corner of Wednesday's mouth
curled into the tiniest of smirks.

"That won't be necessary," she said, reaching to take the cupcake. "But I appreciate the offer."

Wednesday held the cupcake and looked at it. The frosting was pink.

She sniffed it, then stretched her arm so she could look at it at a distance.

Finally, she closed her eyes, and took a bite. Enid watched, expectant.

After a few seconds, Wednesday nodded.

"Not poisoned." She confirmed. "Interesting."

"I wouldn't do that." Enid protested.

"And that is good information to have. I deem it a valuable trade for your part in today's
hostilities." Wednesday said, which Enid supposed was technically an admission that Wednesday
herself had also played a part. Good enough.

"So, we're good?" Enid asked.

"That is what I just said, yes."

"Great!" Enid said with a bright smile and a single clap. "Well, I gotta head out! Study group and
all that! Don't wait up!"

Enid had only been gone for a few seconds when Thing came out of its drawer and communicated
something to Wednesday.

"Don't be ridiculous." Wednesday replied. "I give it three days before one of us murders the other."
She smiled. "I can't wait to see which one it is."

Monday

Enid Sinclair was fascinating.

Wednesday often hoped this wasn’t the case.

She was fascinating like a hurricane was fascinating. Like a volcano was fascinating. Like a
trainwreck was fascinating.
Yes, saying that Enid Sinclair was a trainwreck was perhaps as accurate and succinct as
Wednesday could get while describing her.

There was this dance between the sweet and the sharp, and it was honestly quite enthralling to see.

Of course, this didn’t mean that Wednesday didn’t often ponder the myriad of benefits of
murdering Enid in her sleep.

Just because the girl was interesting it didn’t mean she wasn’t still an absolute nightmare of a
roommate.

Forget the mess, the colors, the loudness. The worst part about Enid was that she was social.
Pulled to others, even to her own detriment. Sometimes, this meant Wednesday had to put up with
even more people in her vicinity. Sometimes, it meant Wednesday had to help Enid out of
whatever social mess she had gotten herself into. Wednesday wasn’t any better at navigating the
intricacies of interpersonal relationships, but she could easily remove herself or others from them
through the always trusty method of intimidation. Why she wasted her time helping Enid in this or
anything else was a question for the ages.

It was just–

There was something about her. Something stopping Wednesday from being indifferent.
Wednesday was good at being indifferent. It was comfortable, familiar territory. But with Enid,
that simply wasn’t a choice.

It was too much. She had realized this the day before, when Enid had apologized with unabashed
sincerity. Enid was too much to deal with on a daily basis. It made Wednesday ache, just how
much it was. It would not do.

So it was lucky, she thought, that their relationship was already headed towards violent murder. It
was simpler that way. One of them was going to die, and the other one would be free, and they
would both be all the better for it.

Enid closed the door behind her and Wednesday ceased her typing. That had not been Enid’s
regular door-closing. Something was wrong.

“What is it?” Wednesday asked, annoyed at the interruption.

“Nothing.” Enid said, her voice bright and shiny and wrong. Wednesday turned just in time to
watch Enid collapse face-first into her bed.

“Enid.” She said.

“Leave me alone.”

Wednesday felt herself stand, her body completely out of her control. She went to her own bed and
fetched the knife from under the pillow, then walked to Enid and knelt beside her.

“I need a name.” She said.

Enid turned to look at her, just barely, so that only one eye was visible to Wednesday. It was still
enough to verify that she had been crying.

“Not all problems can be solved with violence.” Enid said bitterly.
“True,” Wednesday agreed. “Sometimes deception is necessary instead. But that requires social
capital I do not have in this institution. So violence will have to do.”

“What if I told you that I don’t want you to murder anyone?”

This confused Wednesday. She had never really thought that Enid’s wishes had anything to do
with it. Wednesday wasn’t doing this to please Enid. She was doing it to silence whatever
explosion had been roaring inside her since she had heard that door close.

But Enid’s voice had been small just now, small and pleading and Wednesday found herself
lowering the knife.

“How can I help, then?” She asked. “Though whatever it is, I’ll probably not be as good at it as I
am with a knife.”

Enid chuckled.

“I just need to fume for a while and I’ll get over it. It’s really not that bad, I promise.”

“Hmm.” Wednesday said, disappointed but accepting the answer. “Fine.”

She turned around and sat, resting her head against the bed.

“What are you doing?” Enid asked, with some baffled amusement in her voice.

“I’m fuming with you.” Wednesday explained. “I’m good at fuming.”

She heard Enid shift and move closer to her.

“Hey.” Enid said, right beside her. Wednesday turned and found that Enid’s face was right next to
her.

“Hey.” She said back.

“Thanks.” Enid said. Her eyes were red from crying, but Enid smiled and Wednesday–

Wednesday was in trouble. She wanted to get as far away from that smile as humanly possible,
wanted to run out of the room and never stop running. But she had said she would fume, and fume
she would. She looked away from Enid.

“No problem.” She said, her voice as steady as she could make it.

It would be fine.

This couldn’t last.

It never did.

Sooner or later, one of them had to snap. Sooner or later, it would be over and, one way or the
other, there would be peace.

She was horrified to realize the thought was no longer comforting.

Enid returned to her position in the middle of the bed and allowed herself a long, comfortable sigh.

Truth be told, she was feeling quite silly now. It had been a frustrating start of the week, with an
unexpected bad grade and tough lessons and some stupid remark from some idiot, and it all had
just piled up and exploded into a much needed cry from exhaustion.

It had been a simple thing, but one she knew Wednesday wouldn’t really understand.

But Wednesday hadn’t needed to understand. All she had needed was a name.

It was sweet, in a terrifying sort of way.

Maybe there was hope for them yet.

Maybe, just maybe, this didn’t need to end in violence.

Tuesday

Enid was going to murder her.

Enid was going to murder Wednesday Addams, if it was the last thing she did.

She found her in an empty classroom, reading. She walked up to her and slammed her hands
against the desk.

"Do you think this is fucking funny?" She asked and she was almost certain she could feel fangs in
her mouth, oh, please, let this be the moment she finally got to grow those so she could rip
Wednesday's throat with them.

Wednesday looked at her, and her eyes widened slightly.

"My style does not suit you." She said impassively.

"Yeah, no fucking shit." Enid snarled. She was wearing Wednesday's clothes because she had
come back from the shower to find all of hers cut to ribbons. And Wednesday did love her sharp
implements. "Why would you do this? We were doing fine!"

Wednesday looked at her in silence, then rose from her chair.

"I don't have time for this." She said, and began to walk away. Enid grabbed her arm and
Wednesday froze. "You have three seconds to let go of me, Sinclair." She said coldly.

"Not until you explain yourself."

"I have nothing to say to you." Wednesday said. "Clearly you've already reached your own
conclusions, after all."

Enid had had enough.

She growled. It came from somewhere deep within her, somewhere primal. Her hand left
Wednesday's arm to grab her by the collar instead, pulling her closer.

"Any last words, Addams?"

"You're incredibly attractive right now."

Enid froze.

What the actual fuck–

Wednesday was looking at her with a surprised expression, though if it was at Enid's
aggressiveness or her own words, Enid could not tell

"Also, whatever you think I did, I didn't." Wednesday added.

Enid felt her hand release its grip.

"What." She said.

"I'm guessing something happened to your clothes. It wasn't me."

Oh, right. The clothes. Enid had forgotten about that.

"It wasn't?" She asked absently, her mind still stuck a few seconds in the past.

Wednesday adjusted her own clothes, making a show to dust off her shoulders, which had in no
way gotten dusty during the altercation.

"Why would I do that?" Wednesday asked.

"I–" Enid began. "I mean, you– it's our room, and they were cut and you–"

"Have no reason to do anything with your clothes." Wednesday interrupted bitterly. "You just
found yourself angry and decided that I could be your punching bag for the day."

"That's not– you really didn't do it?" Enid insisted, more confused than angry by now.

"You must have really wanted it to be me, huh?" Wednesday mused, though not without some bite
in her voice.

"I–"

She hadn't. That was, perhaps, the worst part, now that her anger had evaporated.

Anger had been so blinding. The world had become such a beautifully simple thing. It had felt so
right, to go on the hunt.

Now that she was back to her senses, she had to face the fact that, if she had felt betrayed by
Wednesday, it was because she considered there was something to betray.

"I'm sorry." She finally said. "It's just, things had been going well, I guess I was just waiting for the
other shoe to drop."

"Hmm." Wednesday said. “Yes, I’ve also been expecting it. And I suppose we were right.”

Enid sighed.

“It’s me. I’m the problem, aren’t I? You’ve been nothing but nice to me lately and this is the
second time I’ve had to apologize.”

“You’re wrong. I’m afraid this is all my fault.” Wednesday said, which made no sense whatsoever.
“Okay.” Enid said, doubtful. “How?”

“I’ve deviated from the natural course of our relationship.”

“I’m pretty sure the ‘natural course of our relationship’ was headed towards unmitigated disaster.”

“Exactly.” Wednesday said. “We had the luxury of the certainty of finality, and I’ve ruined it
spectacularly.”

Wednesday often said weird shit, but this was probably the weirdest. Well, no, the weirdest was
probably a minute ago when she had said–

Oh shit.

Enid had forgotten.

“Wait, a moment ago, did you say you found me incredibly–”

“I just remembered,” Wednesday interrupted. “I am needed elsewhere.”

“Wha- where?”

“Anywhere but here.” Wednesday said, already on her way out.

Enid was left by herself with some very confused thoughts.

Wednesday had proceeded to avoid Enid for the rest of the day as best she could, until the other
girl had gotten the message and stopped attempting to initiate conversations.

Even then, Wednesday had made sure to make herself scarce and not arrive at their room until she
was certain Enid was fast asleep.

When she did, she found herself having trouble finding her own sleep.

Enid Sinclair was a strange creature. She could be soft and she could be sharp. She could be
grounding and she could be wild. And, Wednesday had learned that morning, she could be the
most terrifying thing she had ever seen.

She took a hand to her chest. It was beating like it wanted to carve a hole into her chest.

She remembered the eyes, full of murderous anger.

She remembered the fangs, ready to rip flesh.

She remembered the voice, the promise of unrestrained violence it carried.

And she felt something. Something she had rarely felt, something as wonderful as it was terrible.

Wednesday thought of her monstrous roommate, and she felt longing.

And still, all she could think was that Enid had been far more terrifying the day before, sad and
vulnerable and smiling at her.

She really had ruined everything.

Wednesday

Enid saw it from across the courtyard. Wednesday was walking with her nose in a book, not even
watching where she was going and still gracefully dodging any obstacles.

And some guy was making a beeline for her from behind, his steps full of intent, his posture
nothing but bravado.

She hurried her pace and managed to intercept him just as he was about to pull Wednesday from
the collar of her uniform.

"Can I help you?" Enid asked, catching his hand. His freezing cold hand.

She had gone and antagonized a vampire.

Rule number one of being a werewolf who can't transform: don't fucking antagonize fucking
vampires.

“Oh.” Wednesday said, bored, behind her. “It’s you. Enid, this is the one responsible for what
happened to your clothes.”

“You can’t prove that!” The vampire said, pulling his hand away from Enid and making a show of
entering Wednesday’s personal space.

“Why would I want to?” Wednesday asked, undisturbed. “Do I strike you as the kind to let the
authorities settle my grievances?”

“No, you strike me as kind of lunatic to replace my deodorant with holy water!”

“You didn’t.” Enid said in disbelief. “Tell me you didn’t.”

“He destroyed your clothes because apparently he was bored and enjoys it when we quarrel. He
should be grateful it was his deodorant and not his blood supply.”

It happened too fast for Enid to really process it. The vampire lunged for Wednesday, and before
she knew it, Enid was punching him in the throat, rule number one be damned.

The vampire choked, coughed, and after a moment managed to compose himself.

“You really don’t want to do this, mutt.” He said to Enid.

“Try it again and you’ll find out just what I do and don’t want.” she replied and yeah, this time she
was sure, those were definitely fangs in her mouth.

The vampire hissed, and then noticed the crowd that had begun to gather around them. He took a
step back and it was all Enid could do not to release a sigh of relief right then and there.

“This isn't over.” He said, dramatic like only a vampire could be.

“I’ll save a stake for you.” Wednesday said, and Enid allowed herself a moment to look away from
the attacker so she could glare at her because seriously ? It was like Wednesday was entirely
unfamiliar with the concept of de-escalation.
The vampire huffed and walked away. Immediately, Enid grabbed Wednesday by the arm and
began walking in the opposite direction.

“What were you thinking?” She hissed.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Wednesday said, and Enid believed she actually meant it.

“He could have killed you!”

“He could have tried.” Wednesday corrected.

“You’re- this is-” Enid was really struggling not to list every single insult she had ever thrown at
Wednesday right now. “Too much. This is too much.” She said finally.

“I thought you’d be pleased.” Wednesday said, and there was actually some emotion in her voice, a
drop of confusion and frustration.

“What, that you took it upon yourself to avenge my honor or some shit and made both of us
targets? Is this your idea of fun or something?”

“Well, sometimes, yes.” Wednesday conceded. “But mostly I thought you’d welcome the
opportunity to channel that aggressiveness of yours.”

“WHAT aggressiveness of mine?” Enid asked, aggressively. “Oh. That aggressiveness of mine.”

“Precisely.”

“Wednesday, I don’t want to get into a fight with some random idiot just to release pent up anger.”

“You were eager to get in a fight with me yesterday when you thought I’d done what he did.”
Wednesday pointed out.

“That- was different.” Enid said, while her mind went oh no as she got a premonition of what she
was about to be asked.

“How so?” Wednesday indeed asked.

“Because you’re not a random idiot.” Enid said bluntly. “You’re my– roommate. I don’t want to be
mad at you, and so when I am, I get madder at the fact that I’m getting mad at you.”

Please, she thought, please don’t ask me to elaborate.

“Please elaborate.” Said Wednesday. This really wasn’t her day.

Enid stopped walking, because honestly, they weren’t going anywhere, they had just been walking
away from the potential violence.

“I can’t do this.” She said. “The whole peaceful coexistence thing. It’s just…”

“Too much?” Wednesday tried, repeating what Enid had said a minute earlier.

“Yes!” Enid snapped, “everything with you is too much! I can’t just pretend you’re not there any
more than you can, we can’t be friends! We can’t even be acquaintances! It doesn’t work!”

“Hmmm.” Wednesday thought. “Yes, I agree.”

Enid’s shoulders sagged. It had probably been optimistic to hope Wednesday disagreed with her on
this of all things.

“So what, we continue to drive each other insane until one snaps and kills the other?” Enid asked in
frustration. Wednesday sighed.

“That would have been the elegant solution.” Wednesday said. “But like I said yesterday, I’m
afraid I have deviated from it. You know, back when you tried the whole reconciliation thing with
the cupcake? I was certain by today one of us would be killing the other. But now I have to accept
that scenario has become asymptotic. As long as our relationship remains in this status quo, we will
be constantly approaching the point of destruction, but we’ll never quite reach it.”

“Well, I can’t live like that!” Enid said. “I can’t just be on the edge of destruction forever!”

“You think we’ll be around each other forever?” Wednesday asked.

“The way things have been going, I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up with both of us dead and
haunting each other.”

“That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Wednesday said.

Enid could figure this out.

She had been Wednesday’s roommate for a while now, which meant she was used to dealing with
the strange, the puzzling, the weird.

But then again, on the other hand, what the fuck.

“I’m sorry, what?” She managed to articulate.

“Well, do you want us to go our own ways?”

“Of course not!”

“Do you want us to kill each other?”

“Even less? What?”

“Well, it’s obvious then, isn’t it?” Wednesday said, and whatever she meant she clearly, honestly,
genuinely believed that it was obvious and Enid was missing something but surely it couldn’t be
that because Wednesday would never consider, let alone verbalize- “we should go on a date.”

“What.”

“Several, even.”

Wait. Did Wednesday like her?

Shit.

Wow.

Nice .

Wait.
 Did she like Wednesday ?

“Oh, fuck.” Enid heard herself say.

“Excuse me?” Wednesday said. And then, after a moment, “Oh. You hadn’t realized. I’m sorry. I
thought we were on the same page.”

“Did you now?” Enid asked, mostly to say something, because her brain was stuck on the fact that
she liked Wednesday Addams apparently and she probably had for a while? And that explained so
much? But at the same time, what the fuck? And how could this possibly end well? And
Wednesday liked her back? Which was wonderful? And terrible? And fantastic? And horrifying?
And-

“You know,” Wednesday said, and there was almost a tremble in her voice that grounded Enid
instantly because it meant that something was wrong with Wednesday and she had to take care of it
immediately and oh wow she really had been incredibly oblivious hadn’t she? “When someone is
asked out, it’s only proper for them to answer either yes or no.”

“YES?” She said, and her voice was loud and confused and so, so joyful.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a question?” She asked.

“No?” Enid tried.

“Hmmm.” Wednesday said. “Okay. It’s settled then.”

“We’re dating?” Enid asked, because apparently she had lost the ability to make factual statements.

“We’re dating.” Wednesday agreed.

And then Enid’s heart froze and her stomach twisted, because Wednesday had held her hand and
was pulling her along so they could walk together, giving her a bashful, decidedly Un-Wednesday
smile.

“We’re disgusting.” Wednesday said as they walked, resting her head on Enid’s shoulder.

“We are.” Enid agreed. “Isn’t it great?”

“Hmmm.” Wednesday said, a noncommittal hum that was very much failing at its purpose because
it was very clearly laced with agreement. Enid decided to let it slide.

They walked in peaceful silence for a few minutes, the first peace Enid had known in oh so long,
because things finally made sense for once.

Enid thought back to Sunday, when she had been convinced their friendship would never work.

How glad she was to have been proven right.

End Notes
 Ngl, this went through a big rewrite and now I'm so done with it and can't even look at it
anymore, sorry if there was some inconsistency left over from the first draft.

This fanfic brought to you by a history podcast mentioning a gruesome murder happening
on November 23rd and my brain instantly going "THAT'S WEDNESDAY DAY!!!" only to
later find out it had been A WEDNESDAY, I instantly knew I had to write a fanfic about it
and this is what ended up happening.

Anyway, hope you liked it, if you did I have some other stuff for this pairing.

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