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WD - Chapter 261: Luke finds out
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 18:23:24 +0000 UTC"We’ll go in from the outside, since you can’t enter the girls’ dormitory," said Wednesday, and that’s exactly what they did. Luke picked he
"We’ll go in from the outside, since you can’t enter the girls’ dormitory," said Wednesday, and that’s exactly what they did.
Luke picked her up in his arms and flew, then used Shambles to teleport inside, since the balcony door was locked from the inside.
'I could easily be a thief,' thought Luke, as Wednesday released her hold around his neck.
The room greeted him with immediate visual whiplash.
One half was exactly what you’d expect from Wednesday: black curtains, gothic furniture, a bed with dark velvet sheets, and a disturbing collection of antique jars on a shelf that probably held things no one should ask about.
The other half was far too colorful. Pink cat-print bedspreads, dim lights shaped like stars and hearts, plush pillows, and a mirror covered in stickers. There was even an aroma diffuser filling the room with a soft vanilla and… raspberry scent?
Luke raised an eyebrow. “So you do share a room with Enid. The pop music during the video calls was hers.”
Wednesday didn’t deny it. Instead, she made a sarcastic remark: “Your deduction skills are blinding, Sherlock.”
'This girl…' thought Luke, somewhere between resigned and amused.
Wednesday walked over to her side of the room, sat down on her bed with the black sheets, and patted the spot next to her twice, looking him in the eyes. “Sit.”
Luke watched her for another second.
Months ago, she had sent Enid to Sunnyvale knowing she might die. She’d seen a vision of her death. And she sent her anyway. Out of jealousy. Out of love for him.
Then she ended up saving her. And now they shared a room, and missions, in the war against the Spellmans.
Luke walked over slowly, saying nothing, and sat beside her. The mattress creaked slightly.
He didn’t overthink the meaning behind that "we need to talk."
Wednesday wasn’t the kind of person to express emotions just because…
But after so many months apart, after weeks of video calls and fighting separate battles...
She just missed him. She thought about him many times a day. And now she wanted to let it out, her own way. Or at least, that’s what Luke assumed.
With a crooked smile, Luke slid his arm around Wednesday’s waist, pulling her firmly toward him, and gave her a soft, confident kiss on the lips. She didn’t pull away.
“I never thought Wednesday Addams couldn’t control her impulses,” Luke murmured teasingly, barely breaking the kiss. “Was the abstinence that rough?”
Wednesday looked at him. She didn’t react. She didn’t blush. She didn’t return the kiss. She simply observed him with her usual neutral, almost analytical expression.
“I don’t want to have sex, Luke,” said Wednesday with total calm, like someone reading a technical report. “Not right now. And that’s not why I had you come all the way here.”
Luke blinked once, processing the unexpected turn.
“Oh, you don’t?” he asked, letting go of her waist in response to her serious tone, still looking at her with a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Then… what do you want to talk about?”
Wednesday looked at him for a second longer. “Enid.”
“Enid…” Luke repeated after a moment. He raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at her, as if trying to read deeper into her eyes.
Before Wednesday could open her mouth, Luke continued, “Did you two become friends?” he asked.
“Why do you think that?” asked Wednesday, tilting her head.
“I saw you two pretty close just minutes ago, and you seem to work well together in battle. You took down Gabriel Spellman together, wouldn’t be crazy if now you share a room and go on missions because you see her as reliable, strong, and with good synergy. And considering you spent months together doing dangerous missions, it wouldn’t be that crazy if you were best friends now,” Luke explained.
Wednesday blinked once. She wasn’t annoyed. Just… analytical.
“Best friends?” she repeated, as if testing the concept. “Knowing me, do you really think I’d have a best friend? I never had friends. Just you. And my family.”
“You told me that during the first months at Nevermore, you and Enid had some sort of connection... It wouldn’t be strange to think that now, after everything that’s happened, you’ve reconnected. She managed to connect with you when no one else could, even when I wasn’t around. That means something,” Luke said.
Wednesday held his gaze for several seconds.
Then she nodded slowly. “Yes,” she said finally. “We became friends. Calling her my best friend sounds… disproportionate. But she’s the only friend I have.”
“If you want to talk about how you’re friends now and think it’ll bother me because she’s my ex-girlfriend, don’t worry,” said Luke in a calm, genuine tone. “It doesn’t bother me.”
Wednesday didn’t stop him.
“If you can be her friend… and she can be yours,” Luke continued, “after… well, after you tried to send her to her death,” he added bluntly, not softening the fact, “I can handle it.”
There was no judgment in his voice. Just a kind of dry, practical acceptance.
“And if that means you have a friend… that makes me happy too,” Luke concluded, placing his hand over Wednesday’s pale one.
A brief silence followed.
Wednesday looked at him closely. With a warmth rare in her, but entirely real.
She knew Luke wasn’t the best at expressing what he felt. And yet, there he was, saying all of that. In his own way. And she appreciated him for it.
Too bad he was completely wrong about what this conversation was actually about.
“Thanks,” she said calmly. “But that’s not what I came to tell you.”
Luke looked at her, confused. “Then what do you want to talk about that has to do with Enid?”
Wednesday didn’t look away. Her eyes, dark and precise, stayed locked on his.
“As you know, Enid is still in love with you,” she began bluntly. “Obsessed might also be an accurate word.”
Luke didn’t say anything. He simply kept his gaze fixed on her, letting her continue.
“She went to Sunnyvale because I told her you’d need help. She risked her life without hesitation. She missed school for months, without telling her family anything. And she helped us fight the Spellmans, with everything she had.”
Wednesday lowered her gaze slightly, as if replaying scenes in her mind.
“I ended up saving her. And it wasn’t out of guilt. It was because I saw how far she was willing to go for you. Besides, honestly… if I had been alone against Gabriel Spellman, I wouldn’t have made it out alive. Same as you, against Elliot. But I doubt I would’ve awakened a green aura, so I would’ve died...”
Luke gave a brief nod.
He remembered perfectly the looks, the gestures, the silences from Enid when they found each other in the woods, searching for the tree where her parents had hidden the evidence.
He knew her too well not to see it.
It was obvious: she was still in love. And if she wasn’t, why else would she have gone there?
Wednesday continued, “And now, after all that, I became her friend. It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t easy. But it happened and she’s still helping in the war, completely devoted to you. Sure, she has strong morals and would side with the Council, but she wouldn’t have gotten this involved as just a student."
"But for you, she’s doing more than she should as a minor. Risking her life. Being completely loyal.”
There was a silence.
Then Wednesday added calmly, “But… what happens when the war is over?”
Luke didn’t respond.
“She’s in love with you. And even if she’s my friend now… it would hurt her to keep seeing me. Seeing us. She’ll most likely walk away and I don’t want that to happen.”
Luke looked at her. “You don’t want to lose her?”
Wednesday nodded. Just once.
"I came to a logical conclusion. And an emotional one, although I dislike admitting it," she said.
"I want the three of us to be together. In a polyamorous relationship. You, Enid… and me."
The room grew even quieter. As if even the air had stopped moving.
Luke didn’t move. He didn’t react. He just looked at her, as if time itself had paused between them.
Wednesday, with her icy gaze and surgical words, had just opened the door to something not even Luke, with all his foresight, had dared to predict.
He kept staring at her in silence. As if trying to figure out whether she was joking, testing him, casting an illusion… or if he’d simply misheard.
Several seconds passed. Wednesday remained still, her posture perfectly upright, waiting.
"Luke?" she asked, breaking the prolonged silence.
Luke blinked. Breathed. Reacted as if waking from a trance. "I think… I misheard. Could you say that again?"
Wednesday didn’t blink, "You didn’t mishear. I want a polyamorous relationship. The three of us. With you at the center. Enid and I are both in love with you."
Luke parted his lips, but no sound came out. He closed them again, lowering his gaze for a moment, as if trying to reorganize the world in his head.
Wednesday continued with absolute calm, "I want to know what you think."
Luke slowly lifted his gaze, but didn’t speak. He was still processing.
Wednesday noticed. She didn’t push, "Take your time," she said neutrally, turning toward her nightstand.
With grace, she picked up a small, dark book, its spine worn from use. She crossed her legs again, her posture flawless, effortlessly elegant, and opened it calmly.
"Hey, you can’t just sit there and start reading after dropping something like that," said Luke, reaching out and gently taking the book from her hands.
She didn’t resist. She just looked at him with that glacial calm that was often more unsettling than an open threat. But she said nothing.
"You were seriously just going to start reading like nothing happened?" Luke asked, a mix of disbelief and sarcasm in his tone.
"It was simply a courtesy. In case you needed time to think," Wednesday replied, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Luke narrowed his eyes, "Is this some kind of test? Like… if I hesitate for one second, if I don’t say yes immediately… are you going to crucify me or something?"
Wednesday tilted her head, looking at him with that serene expression, "You think I would joke about sharing you? You?"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently placed her palm on Luke’s cheek.
Her touch was cold. Delicate. But her gaze...
Those eyes were like a bottomless well. Dark. Unblinking. Obsessive devotion. A stare that would freeze anyone else’s blood.
Luke swallowed hard. "You’re right. You wouldn’t joke about this."
Wednesday lowered her hand.
"But it’s still hard to believe that you would suggest a polyamorous relationship," said Luke.
He remembered Edgar telling him to choose both, that polygamy was an option, and how he had dismissed it at the time.
How would the old man react now? He’d probably laugh at Luke’s stunned reaction.
Wednesday nodded slowly and stood up, taking a few steps toward the window before turning back to face him.
"I understand your confusion. It’s not an idea normally associated with me. But this war… changed a lot of things. Including my perspective."
Her voice was steady.
"It’s not just that I don’t want to lose Enid. She’s the only friend I have. Literally. And when this war ends… if you and I are still together… Enid won’t want to keep seeing me. She’ll see me as an obstacle. A constant reminder and that will destroy her."
Luke watched her in silence.
"But it’s not just that," Wednesday continued, "Werewolves… have emotionally intense cultures. Their relationships aren’t casual, Luke."
"You’re talking about the ‘Mate’ thing?" Luke asked, and she nodded.
"The destined bond. It’s not always with their first love. Not always with someone they grew up with. But when a werewolf truly falls in love, with instinct, body, and soul, that person becomes their mate. Their bond is formed beyond logic."
Luke narrowed his eyes.
He remembered reading something about that… and he had also felt it, in a way, in Enid’s gaze.
"And that bond… doesn’t fade with time. Or rejection. Or distance," said Wednesday.
"Enid marked you as her Mate. Even though you two broke up. That’s why she protects you like that. Fights like that. Gives everything. It’s not just love. It’s connection. Even though she reacted with pain, and even a bit of aggression, when you chose me, she eventually realized she couldn’t stop thinking about you… and couldn’t move on, the way you did."
Luke took a deep breath.
Wednesday took another step toward him.
"And that bond, if it’s completely cut… if she can’t be with you, or near you, or near me, it’s not going to break us. It’s going to break her."
Luke said nothing, but something in his face tightened.
"How will she survive knowing that the person she chose as her soulmate… didn’t choose her back? How long can emotional someone like Enid live with that emptiness? And more importantly… how could I let that happen? To someone I now consider a friend?"
Wednesday stopped. She looked at him.
"That’s why I’m proposing this. Not as a whim. Not as a provocation. But as a solution. I’ve thought it through, and I can accept it. If it’s Enid, I don’t mind sharing you. She’s just like me when it comes to her obsession with you..."
'What am I, a piece of cake?' thought Luke, with a slight frown.
"So… what do you think?" asked Wednesday.
For the first time that night, in her eyes… there was something beyond logic. There was vulnerability.
"Okay, let me get this straight..." said Luke, bringing his hands to the bridge of his nose. "Have you already talked to Enid about this?"
Wednesday nodded without hesitation. "Yes. She agreed. She doesn’t mind sharing you with me."
Luke raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk on his face.
"And what if you and Enid… you know… also have something? Some secret attraction. A little battlefield romance blooming between you two..."
He didn’t finish the sentence before, toc!
Wednesday flicked him hard on the forehead with two fingers.
"Stop joking," said Wednesday, flatly but without anger. "This is a serious moment. Sarcasm doesn’t help."
Then she added, more calmly,
"And you know perfectly well that’s not the case. You’re the center of this. I don’t like her, and she doesn’t like me. Just you. We’re friends. Nothing more."
Luke rubbed his forehead with a small smile, more out of habit than pain.
"Alright, alright… I was just kidding. Don’t get mad."
He knew Wednesday wasn’t into women. She didn’t feel attraction to them.
Back in Shadyside, when Luke drank the gender-swapping potion and turned into Tuesday, his female version, with features so striking they even made Natasha visibly nervous, Wednesday hadn’t reacted at all.
And Tuesday was, literally, Luke… just in a woman’s body.
If Wednesday had felt even a spark of attraction toward women, something would’ve happened, especially considering she was in love with him, obsessed with him.
What would be the difference between his male and female version?
There would’ve been at least a spark, a kiss, a moment of hesitation. But no.
Wednesday hadn’t kissed him even once while he was in that form. She hadn’t even held his hand.
In fact, whenever Luke forgot he was transformed and tried to get close as usual, a caress, an automatic hug, a kiss, Wednesday would push him away with an annoyed expression and remind him that he was in his female form and not to touch her.
So yes, he had only been joking before.
“So… what do you say?” asked Wednesday, standing in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, eyes locked on his.
Comments
Leo Santos
Great chapter
Leo Santos
Tftc.
