"And As Much As The Idea Of You Covered In Blood Entices Me,”

"And as much as the idea of you covered in blood entices me,”

Enid flushes red, throat drying up as Wednesday steals all of the air inside of her lungs.

“I abhor the kind where it is yours.” She says simply, and her voice has pitched ever so slightly in softness. Enid feels goosebumps line her skin at how Wednesday said that as if that isn’t the most romantic thing an Addams could say, as if Enid wouldn’t see through her words and right into the heart of what Wednesday is actually trying to convey.

excerpt from you're a gazelle, i'm a wounded fawn by dontstraytoofar

Go read this fic on AO3 it's really cute and just makes me happy!