[Divina POV]
Ophelia Hall is suspiciously quiet tonight. Too quiet. Which usually means one of two things: Yoko is plotting something or Enid is spiraling over a boy. Spoiler, it is always the sketchboy.
I'm stretched across Enid's bed like I own the place, flipping through a nail polish catalog with names like Midnight Bite and Hex Me Later. Enid's half-spinning in her desk chair, pretending to study but mostly just creating slow-motion dizziness. Yoko's perched on the windowsill, because where else would a vampire with a permanent resting-bitch-face sit?
"Okay, real talk," I say, casually like I'm not about to throw a social nuke. "Have you noticed how you've been eyeing Perseus every time he walks by, or how you practically drool when he talks to you?"
Enid nearly chokes on her own tongue. "Wha—I—I don't!"
Yoko and I both turn to her in unison.
Her face goes full beet red. "I don't! Okay?! I just—he's… so different. He's got this, I don't know, otherworldly aura? Like he genuinely doesn't care what people think of him, but somehow, he's still... nice? Like, genuinely decent to everyone. No fake charm, just... peaceful, confident, and unbothered. And his smile? It's…"
She trails off for a second, then adds softer, "I feel always welcomed around him. Once he offered me his armguard for archery when I forgot mine. Said something dumb like 'can't have my favorite shot missing her mark.'"
She groans into her hands. "Who says that?"
"Oh my god," I whisper dramatically. "She's down bad."
Yoko raises a brow. "So, you have a crush."
Enid groans into a pillow and mumbles something about betrayal.
"Anyway," I continue, inspecting my black nails, "I did a little digging. Bribed someone, pulled some strings."
Enid pops up. "What, about the rumor he is the illegitimate Thorpe heir? Everyone knows that."
I grin. "That's just gossip. I found facts." I pause for maximum drama, "The ancestral Addams family have taken him in as a potential son-in-law."
Enid makes a noise that defies human description, somewhere between a squeal and an existential crisis. "Son-in-law?!"
Yoko shrugs. "Makes sense. Their heir hasn't awakened her gift yet. They probably want someone talented to marry her and keep the family line strong."
Enid blinks. "So... he's Addams-approved?"
"And?" Yoko adds, suddenly serious. "Who says you cannot steal him for yourself? Honestly, he is worth the effort. Even I think he is attractive— and I don't like boys."
We both stare at her.
Meddling in the affairs of an ancestral family? That's like trying to crash a royal wedding. Still… perhaps if he is forced to marry a normie, maybe Enid really does have a shot.
And honestly? She needs this more than she'd ever admit.
She is a late bloomer, partial shift only. Just claws. No full wolf form. The other werewolves pretend to be nice, but they don't see her as one of them. They've already written her off as a lost cause, someone who'll probably never fully transform.
I remember when she first got here—bubbly, smiley, stupidly hopeful. But that smile doesn't reach the same way anymore. Bit by bit, their rejection chipped away at her. Like she's been shrinking inside her own skin.
But this? Perseus?
If someone like him looked at her like she was worth something… that could change everything. Not just how the others see her, but how she sees herself. This isn't just a crush. It's a chance to feel like she's not second-rate. Like maybe she was never broken to begin with.
And honestly, who better than Perseus to help her see that? He is calm, composed, and even if it never works out, he is not the type to brag or humiliate her like others probably would. That kind of cruelty would only crush what little confidence she has left.
Enid looks like she's about to crash.
I nudge her. "Okay, deep breath. Maybe he's not really into the whole stuff of marrying a normie. And even if he is… at least you got a bite of him and it's not uncommon to have more wives or a mistress."
Yoko smirks. "Exactly. You've got the charm. You've got the ass. And we're throwing a roofparty this weekend."
Enid blinks. "Wait, what?"
"We're throwing a rooftop party," I confirm, grinning like the chaos goblin I am. "Lights, music, snacks. And you, sweet pastel disaster, are gonna flirt. Subtly. Kinda. We'll coach you and help when needed."
She opens her mouth to protest, but I keep going.
"Oh, and by the way," I say, twirling a strand of hair, "your boy Perseus said something kind of cute about you."
Enid narrows her eyes. "What did you do?"
"Nothing!" I flash my most innocent smile. "Just maybe mentioned your name."
She groans. "Divina—"
"He said, and I quote, 'She has this contagious energy… it's always nice being around her.'"
Enid lets out a noise somewhere between a scream and a squeal and chucks a pillow at my head.
Yoko and I exchange a look.
Operation: Get Enid Her a Boyfriend has officially begun.
[Enid POV]
I don't know how it happened, but between Divina's scheming and Yoko's casual blackmail via eye contact, I'm knee-deep in Party Mission Impossible. Somehow this has turned into a strategic operation to win the heart of Perseus, the maybe-engaged, probably-dangerous, royal outcast dreamboat who might be promised to Wednesday Addams.
No pressure.
We spend the next two days transforming the rooftop into an actual event space. Yoko procures string lights and speakers like she's running a secret rave and that is what we are doing. Divina emptied the stores of Jerico from all the alcohol and even asked some contacts to bring "good stuff".
Me? I'm stuck practicing "casual smiles" in the mirror like a broken Barbie doll.
"Try tilting your head less," Divina says, not looking up from her checklist. "Right now you look like you're posing for a haunted doll museum."
"Thanks," I mutter, rubbing my temples. "So helpful."
Yoko saunters by, tossing a glitter bomb on the table. "We believe in you, sunshine. That's why we're going to emotionally support you while you humiliate yourself."
Divina sighs, finally setting down her checklist. "Honestly, what is so difficult about this?"
She stands up, slinks over to Yoko, then casually leans her back against and rubs her ass near Yoko's intimate parts. Her voice drops into a smoky, mocking purr. "Just do this. Stand close, rub your ass on him like it`s something natural—he'll fall in love, like all horny boys would."
Yoko raises a brow but doesn't move. "Are you flirting with me right now?"
Divina grins. "I'm demonstrating."
I turn bright pink and bury my face in a pillow. "Cool. Love this. Definitely not spiraling."
[Time Skip – Party Night]
Saturday night arrives way too fast.
The party is buzzing. Fairy lights hum with magic, the punch glows ominously, and half of Ophelia Hall is already dancing like we didn't have classes this morning.
And yet... he's not here.
I scan the crowd again for the fifth time. No Perseus. Just gorgons gossiping by the gargoyles and sirens scream-laughing near the snacks.
Where is he?
I shift uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of my pink skirt. It's short, pleated, borderline too cute for a place like this—and paired with a fitted white top and a cropped faux-fur jacket that makes me look like a pastel marshmallow. Divina called it "sugar-coated bait." I'm still not sure if that was a compliment.
My nails are painted silver to match the moonlight and put some glitter on my skin. I even curled my hair. Curled. My. Hair. That's commitment.
Now, under these enchanted lights and judgmental gargoyle statues, I just feel like a bubblegum fairy at a gothic rave.
My claws start to itch beneath my skin. Panic rushes through me like a lightning bolt. The tips of my fingers tremble, nails stretching sharp and silver, glinting under the fairy lights.
No. Not now. Not again.
"Deep breaths, glitter bomb," comes Divina's voice, suddenly right beside me. She's wearing all black velvet and GUTCH boots like she just stepped off a dark runway. In her hand: a cup glowing a dangerous shade of blue-violet.
Without asking, she presses it into mine.
"Drink. Now."
I hesitate. "What is this?"
She smiles like a cat with a secret. "Outcast-grade spirits. Enough to put a werewolf to sleep, asked my siblings to bring it. This'll take the edge off."
I glance around. "Is everyone drinking this?"
Divina leans in, low and smug. "Nope. Just me, Yoko, you… and Perseus."
Something in my chest tightens. "Oh."
The drink stings all the way down. It tastes like sugar and venom. Immediately, my nerves start to loosen. The claws retract. The world stops spinning.
"Relax," she says, bumping my shoulder. "He'll show. Probably fashionably late. You know the type—wants to make an entrance."
I groan. "What if he doesn't? What if this is just... stupid?"
She shrugs. "Worst case, we spike the punch harder and you make out with someone hotter. Problem solved."
I laugh, but it comes out more like a dying squirrel.
And then—I feel it. A ripple through the crowd.
Divina turns, lips curling into a grin. "I got him."
I follow her gaze.
Perseus walks in with Xavier at his side, looking like he was made for moonlight. Messy hair, dark jacket, that easy, unreadable smirk. He moves through the crowd like he's not even trying—and people notice.
Girls are watching him. Whispers spread like wildfire. A siren giggles too loudly. One vamp girl twirls a lock of hair, clearly eyeing him.
Something primal inside me growls.
I throw back the rest of the drink in one go.
Game on.
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Author Note:
Four things to say:
Welcome back, DAO_of_UmU! How have you been? (Friend and biggest supporter from my previous fanfiction!) :)
I'll be posting at this time from now on. Turns out this is when there are the most readers… so yeah, more views! I also found out you get your Powerstone back around now, but it's up to you whether you spend it on this or on any of the thousands of other fanfictions out there! But if you've got one to spare, why not toss it to this poor fellow? It's free! (I feel like a salesman writing this stuff, hahahaha)
Also, I was watching a YouTube video where a creator commented on Season 2 of Wednesday, and I found it both funny and true. Here's the title in case anyone's interested: "WEDNESDAY is completely insane" by Alex Meyers.
Another thing — fanfiction can be strange because it may include adult content. But when you watch the TV series and see the actors (all of whom are over 20 years old), it's easy to forget the ages they're meant to portray (between 13 and 16). That's when it starts to feel a bit odd. So, if you're under 18, I should point out that things like alcohol and some of the scenes in the next chapter don't actually happen so in real life, and they're harmful and dangerous to your health. As for those over 18? Well… I'm not your mother! Hahahaha.