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From: Nevermore Administrative Offices
To: Nevermore Werewolf Community; 186 Recipients
Date: 27/05/2026
Subject: The Blue Moon (May 31st 2026)
Good Afternoon,
To the Werewolf population of Nevermore, as I am sure many of you are aware there is an upcoming Blue Moon. I realise this particular topic is usually kept private, however safety must come before bashfulness.
To any who may be unaware, during a Blue Moon mated Werewolves are overcome with amorous compulsions. Depending on the relationship, how these desires manifest may differ. They range from a need to be physically closer to activities best left unsaid. These feelings intensify until the Blue Moon reaches its apex, but will not diminish entirely until the sun has risen.
Communicate with your partners, especially if they are not Werewolves themselves.
Keep safe, and do try to keep any noise to a minimum.
Larissa Weems
Headmistress of Nevermore Academy
Staring at the e-mail, Enid really had to wonder at this point if the moon was actively conspiring against her. First it had been a Pink Moon – which sure, had been her own fault for forgetting. At least it had landed her the objectively smartest, prettiest and most caring girl in Nevermore.
Wednesday, she thought, sighing in joy.
Then she sighed harder, cringing at the memories of that day. Particularly how she had announced to an entire room that she wanted to lick Wednesday clean. God, she still couldn’t believe those words had come out of her mouth.
If it wasn't for her girlfriend's cold stare and knives she knew people wouldn't ever leave her alone about that.
Now in just a few days a Blue Moon was going to rise. At least this time she had a heads up.
The only issue left to deal with was speaking to Wednesday about it. It being how handsy she was going to be.
Barely two months into their relationship, physical contact existed. The odd hug, a kiss on the cheek sometimes, and if they were feeling really adventurous some light hand holding during the day.
Enid treasured every moment, and worried the Blue Moons influence might make Wednesday uncomfortable. It was almost tempting to not talk about it, to push down her wants and spend the day out shopping or something to try and keep herself from clinging to Wednesday too much.
She dismissed that idea quickly, the thought of lying to and ignoring her girlfriend making her inner Wolf go insane.
Potentially uncomfortable talk then.
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Enid watched Wednesday re-read the e-mail, rocking on the soles of her feet impatiently. Finally Wednesday looked up, face neutral.
“So, for an entire day you will become even more physically dependent,” she asked.
Wincing, Enid nodded. This is what she had been worried about, that it would be too much for Wednesday. It wouldn’t be the first time Wednesday closed herself off after getting overwhelmed.
“Well then, there is only one thing to do,” she said. “You shall have to be put into the cages for the day. That should prevent any untoward behaviour.”
“WHAT?!” Enid shouted, alarmed. “But that’s not fair! It’s not my fault the stupid moon is doing this to me. I-”
Wednesday’s lips twitched upwards for only the briefest of moments, but Enid could see it as plain as day.
She had been, in Wednesday’s own disturbing way, joking.
“You meanie!” Enid huffed, not as amused as Wednesday was. Who was now openly smiling at Enid’s reaction. It was unfair how quickly some of her very justified anger vanished just because Wednesday smiled.
Stupid dumb cute goth girlfriend.
“I was really worried, you know, it’s not nice to play with my feelings so much.” Now Enid was pouting, knowing what kind of effect it would have on Wednesday. It worked, partially. The smile lessened, though her dark eyes still shone with amusement.
“Apologies Querida, I couldn’t resist. Do not fret, I would sooner die than send you back to those damnable cages.” Seeing Enid still slightly upset, Wednesday opened her arms in a silent offering.
In record time Enid had her arms around Wednesday’s waist, lifting her up in a crushing hug that had her feet barely scrapping the ground. There were anacondas that could take a lesson in constriction from Enid. Wednesday felt Enid rub her cheek against the top of her head, and put her own arms around Enid’s neck to bring them closer.
“You needn’t be concerned either. No matter what influence the moon may have on you, I know you would never do anything to hurt me and would stop if I asked.” To prove her point, Wednesday indulged in the warmth of the hug for several more seconds before requesting just that. Enid lowered her instantly, taking a step out of her space.
“See? You are far too good to use me selfishly for your own wants.”
Enid wasn’t entirely convinced.
“Yeah sure that’s now, but with the Blue Moon things will be different. I’ll want more. I’ll want you more. I’m just afraid I might push and push and you could end up hating me.”
“Enid, you could push me off the edge of a cliff and I would not hate you. Now, enough fretting for tonight. We have more important things to do.”
“Cuddling?” Enid asked hopefully.
“No, homework.”
“Booo.”
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Waking up on the day of the Blue Moon, Wednesday became acutely aware of an invader in her bed. While she remained in her usual corpse like pose, the intruder had one leg swung over Wednesday’s waist and a hand clutching the front of her bed wear. Their mouth was close to her ear, and they were snoring with a decibel count that must be triple digits.
If it were anyone else, they’d have a steak knife in their kidney right now.
Thankfully for the organs within her body, it was Enid.
Opening her eyes, Wednesday could see her girlfriend lying atop her black bedsheets. Blissfully unaware of what she had done. Moving her head slowly, as to not wake Enid, Wednesday looked over to the bed opposite her own. On it the rainbow blanket had been tossed away, as had Enid’s favourite plushies.
So she had sleep walked here sometime during the early morning. Enid never slept without her plushies. It spoke volumes to the power the Blue Moon had over a Werewolves mind if it could already be affecting her so soon.
Now Wednesday was left with a few choices;
1. Shake Enid awake and demand an apology and for her to return to her own side of the room.
2. Shake Enid awake and ask her gently to return to her bed.
3. Carry Enid back to her bed, and never speak of this to her.
4. Carry Enid back to her bed, and speak to her when they are both awake.
The first two were dismissed easily. Wednesday knew it wasn’t Enid’s fault, and she wasn’t angry at her either. Feeling a bit uneasy, yes, but not angry. There was no point in making Enid feel guilty. Waking Enid so early too was never going to happen, she slept like the dead and Wednesday didn’t have it in her to deny her rest. Which made the third option so tantalising. Wednesday’s sovereign state of her own bed returned to her, and Enid was none the wiser.
It was also the most dishonest option, and lying to Enid was off limits.
Mostly because Enid had the uncanny ability to sense when Wednesday was hiding something.
So that left only the most honest option for both of them.
Carefully she disentangled herself from Enid’s embrace. There was a moment Enid whined in her sleep before grabbing Wednesday’s pillow and squeezing the life out of it. Sighing in relief, Wednesday stepped over her and onto the floor next to her bed. Bending her knees, and picked Enid up in a bridal carry.
Her knees stayed bent, as she slowly walked Enid’s bed.
Werewolf bones and muscles were much denser than any humans, and it made Enid heavier than she actually looked.
Which was an opinion Wednesday knew to keep to herself.
Sleeping in Tanaka’s room was not an experience she wanted to repeat.
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Predictably, Enid was overcome with guilt the moment she was informed of her night walk to Wednesday’s bed. She had been told the second she was awake, and had launched a campaign of apologies during their morning routine.
“Shori,” she said, while they brushed their teeth side by side.
“Sorry,” she said, sitting on Wednesday’s desk (with permission) while her girlfriend typed up a new draft chapter for her novel.
“Sorry,” she said, voice muffled by the shirt stuck on her head which left a view of her midriff Wednesday was absolutely not staring at.
“Sor-”
“Say ‘sorry’ one more time, and I will never play Golden on my cello ever again.”
Enid’s mouth opened to apologise, and then clacked shut before she could verbalise it. Taking some pity on Enid, Wednesday placed a gentle hand on Enid’s cheek.
Cold, Wednesday, Goooooooood, the words in Enid’s mind were more Wolf than human.
Moooooooooore.
Without thinking Enid pressed her cheek into the hand, rubbing the side of her face against it as a chest began to vibrate with a pleased rumble. Wednesday snorted, amused by the sight, and indulged Enid’s desire for a few moments more before pulling her hand back. Enid instinctively tried to follow the retreating hand, nearly tipping over before snapping out of it.
“Careful now Enid, I happen to prefer your face intact. Scars and all,” Wednesday said. Seeing Enid about to offer another apology she spoke up again. “My threat still stands. Now, breakfast. Then, an excursion into Jericho.”
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It felt like there was a colony of ants living under the skin of Enid’s hand. It itched and ached and bubbled with energy. She tried to distract herself by listening to Wednesday and Yoko rank blood types but there was only one other thing keeping her mind occupied.
Hand, Need, Grab, Hold!, her inner Wolf screamed at her.
At some point she needed to ask the other Furs if their Wolves were shouting at them too.
Maybe it was just an Alpha thing.
Her eyes traced over the pale, almost doll-like hand only a few inches from her own. She knew from experience the palm of Wednesday’s hand was littered in burn marks, lightning scars, regular scars and callouses from playing her Cello. The backside of it was deceptively mark free and very soft. She could just imagine those fingers now, smaller than her own but still perfectly able to slot together with her hand. Her natural warmth and Wednesday’s coolness perfectly mixing where their hands would conjoin.
Maybe Wednesday would rub her thumb on her hand too, sending shivers down her spine.
Kind of like the one going down her spine right now.
Wait.
So lost had Enid been in her hand holding fantasy that she had failed to realise Wednesday had actually taken a hold of hers, and was now rubbing circles into the back of Enid’s hand. Enid melted under touch, and Wednesday watched her with a satisfied smirk.
Yoko watched them, and judged.
“You two are, like, super gay.”
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The bus drive to Jericho had been fine. Would have been better if Wednesday hadn’t wanted to wear gloves. She knew it wasn’t to keep out the cold, but to create a compromise between Wednesday’s need for space and her own to keep holding hands.
Gloves bad, kill gloves, tear gloves, claw gloves!!
Maybe she should try eating some silver, that might get her mutt to shut up for a few hours.
It was when they finally got to Jericho that an arose neither had foreseen.
Enid was jealous.
But not of the couples holding hands, full on skin to skin contact, or of those making out. She wasn’t even jealous of that one woman getting a piggy back ride from her girlfriend. Not of any of the other couples she saw doing various romantic things with each over the next two hours they spent in town.
No, she was jealous of the dog.
The dog who was getting scratches and pats and compliments from its owner, tongue hanging out and tail wagging in joy.
It was a very good dog.
Enid hated it.
EAT IT.
“Do not eat the dog, Enid.” Wednesday’s voice was amused. They stood together side by side waiting for the bus back to Nevermore. “You’ll spoil your appetite for dinner.”Enid pouted, still glaring at the dog even through the window of the bus as they boarded. Wednesday, having watched the entire silent exchange of one sided hatred and jealousy, mentally debated what to do.
It was clear the kind of attention Enid wanted, and perhaps in private she might give it. She didn’t care much for the opinion of strangers, but once the Blue Moon ended Enid may feel differently.
As she watched Enid’s claws slowly sink into the fabric of her top, likely out of a need for self restraint, Wednesday made her choice.
Plucking the glove off her hand, she reached out and gently scratched at the side of Enid's head. Just behind the ear.
The effect was instantaneous. Enid went from rigid and brooding to slack and pleased. She all but melted into Wednesday's side. The rumble returned too, signalling just how much Enid needed this.
Across the aisle a fellow student slowly rotated his phone to get a shot he could record the interaction between the most infamous pair at Nevermore.
In return, without looking, Wednesday slowly aimed the snub revolver drawn from her sleeve at his groin.
He wisely snapped his phone in half.
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Having arrived back at Nevermore in the late afternoon, they thought they could get food from the cafeteria and spend some time eating together at an empty table.
Turns out they had been wrong.
No sooner had they sat down when Yoko arrived, Divina in tow. Next had been Agnes, followed closely by Bianca who barely arrived before Ajax. And where Ajax went, Kent and Xavier followed.
By that point the table had been full, which meant when Eugene arrived next he was doomed to either find a seat or sit elsewhere.
Lap, Sit, Make Room! Win, Win!!
Well, Enid couldn't argue with that logic.
Then, Later, Ask Her Sit On Fa-
“Enid, is something the matter? Your face is red,” Wednesday asked over the noise of surrounding conversation.
“No!” She squeaked, and then cleared her throat. Enid’s voice lowered into a whisper. “If we wanted to room for Eugene, you could always-”
In favour of saying it out loud, Enid just patted her legs. Wednesday’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and Enid worried she had gone too far. They stared at one another for a few moments. Just when Eugene was about to leave after talking briefly with Agnes, Wednesday raised herself off her seat, took a step to her right, and eased herself down onto Enid’s lap. Enid used a hand to keep Wednesday secure by wrapping it around her waist.
The table went silent, all eyes on them, faces in shock. Wednesday had to use every ounce of control to not smile at their reaction.
“Eugene, you may take a seat. A space just opened up for you.”
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Following the most awkward meal in existence, for everyone besides Enid and Wednesday at least, the group broke apart to pursue their own activities. Both Agnes and Enid had dance classes, while Wednesday usually used the time to do some writing.
Wednesday was feeling conflicted over the separation. The events of today were starting to fray at her nerves a bit, and she knew she needed an hour or two of alone time to resettle before the Blue Moon fully rose. However, she was aware even that brief time apart would cause Enid a great amount of discomfort.
“Wends, really, it’s fine. I can deal with a few hours apart.” The smile on Enid’s face looked more like a grimace.
Wednesday looked unconvinced.
“Are you sure? I could bring some materials with me to you dance lessons. Being near should help ease your wolf.”
NO GO NO GO NO GO NO GO NO GO NO GO NO GO PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!
“...She’ll be fine. I know how much you like your quiet time, and you’ve already done so much for me today.” Hesitatingly, Enid leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Wednesday’s cheek.
Ignoring the retching sounds Agnes was making, Wednesday touched the spot Enid had just kissed.
“If you are sure, Querida.” Wednesday’s voice was a whisper, and before she left Enid caught how her normally pale face was slightly more red.
Even as Wednesday walked away from her Enid could feel her Wolf scratching at the walls of her mind, and her own claws yearned to do the same.
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An hour later, Wednesday allowed herself to relax into her chair. Satisfied with the work she had accomplished so far. An entire chapter proof read, the beginnings of the next outlined and plans for how her book would end jotted down in quick notes.
It had been nice, the time alone to gather herself.
Had been.
Now the idea of another hour not by Enid’s side sounded excessive. Which was strange, as not long ago she would gladly take more time to be alone with her own thoughts. Would it be best to ignore this strange impulse and adhere to years of routine?
Adapt, or die, the thought came immediately.
If this was how she felt, she couldn’t imagine the agony Enid was feeling. The guilt came quickly, as did a need to fix it. She debated what to do for a few minutes, before writing down a list of instructions on a sheet of paper.
She snapped her fingers twice, and handed it off to Thing when he appeared.
“Do this for me, and you need never worry about your supply of hand creams again.”
Giving her a salute, he left to carry out his tasks while Wednesday left to find Enid.
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It was after nearly throwing Agnes up high enough to hit the ceiling (for a second time) that Enid had to relent and admit she was starting to lose control. It felt like she was coming apart at the seams and the Wolf in her head wasn’t helping.
WHERE IS SHE, NEED HER NEED HER NEED HER NEED HER NEED HER NEED HER NE-
OH MY GOD JUST SHUT UP!
Her internal shouting match was interrupted by Agnes’s scream, who was once again far too high in the air. Cursing, Enid moved to catch her before the poor girl hit the ground.
“Enid!” Spat Agnes, still in the arms of her almost murderer.
“Sorry!”
It was then the scent hit her. Ink and Mud and Salt.
SHE HERE!
Enid’s head snapped up to look towards the back of the room, where Wednesday waited leaning against a wall. Dropping Agnes unceremoniously to the ground -
“Hey!”
- Enid ran over to her girlfriend, intent on hugging the life out of her. She managed to resist that urge and stopped just mere inches in front of Wednesday.
“Hi,” she said, breathlessly.
“Greetings.” They stared at one another, lost in each other’s eyes before Wednesday remembered the purpose of her visit. “Are you nearly finished? I have somewhere that I would like to take you, if you are willing.”
“Yep, all done now! Let’s go!” Enid said immediately, taking Wednesday by the hand and leaving quickly.
“Enid! We still have more to practice. Enid! ENID!!”
“…..”
“They almost make me want to be homophobic.”
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Giving Enid time to change, Wednesday led the way through the forests of Jericho. Hand in hand, Enid skipping and Wednesday walking, they trudged through the under-brush before coming to their destination.
The place where Wednesday had almost died at the hands of the Hyde, where Enid had saved her. Where they first confessed their love to one another. Now transformed by a picnic blanket and basket.
Both pitch black, naturally.
Despite it being late evening now, the sun was still up but close to rising. It wouldn’t be long however before the night sky glowed an unearthly blue.
Wednesday smoothed out one of the edges of the blanket. “I thought we could spend the evening watching the Blue Moon rise together. Unless you would prefer the sanctuary of our room?”
“Are you kidding me? A picnic under the moon with my cute gf? How could I turn that down!”
Wednesday tried to frown at being called ‘cute’ but the joy in Enid’s voice and expression too easily made her smirk instead. From the basket she pulled out drinks and food. Specifically her Grandmamas famous Stray Cat Soup. One of Enid’s favourites during her time recovering at the Addams manor after her change back to a human. She had threatened Wednesday to never let anyone know how much she liked the meal, and that had only made her fall harder for the pink and yellow girl.
Together, lying in each other’s arms, they watched the sun set and the moon rise. Watching the forest shine with blue was mesmerising. Enid wished she could fully appreciate it, and Wednesday, fully. But the Wolf in her mind was baying for more.
BITE, MATE, LICK, MATE, BITE, NEST, MAAAAAAAAAATE!!!
Enid moaned, her fist clenching tightly into the jacket Wednesday was wearing. She ground her forehead against Wednesday’s shoulder, trying to ignore every want and desire tugging at her instincts.
“Enid?” Wednesday asked, concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah I’m- No. No I’m not. My Wolf, she keeps howling at me to do….things.” Enid blushed. Wednesday could guess what ‘things’ meant and felt her own face heat up. She placed a hand under Enid’s chin, tilting her head up so they were eye to eye.
“It’s been like this all day, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah, and it’s getting worse now cause the moon is up,” Enid moaned again as another wave of desire and want pulled at her. “Maybe I should go before I do something-”
“No,” Wednesday said with finality. She stared Enid in the eye, but to Enid it felt like Wednesday was looking beyond her. Into something deeper than her soul.
“Neither of us are ready for such things, and anything you try to force will only become something you regret. Rest, Mon Louve. I understand the moon’s influence is strong, but I know you are stronger still.”
The buzzing energy that had followed Enid all day began to settle, and the Wolf in her head seemed to quiet. Not fully, the desire to be close to Wednesday remained. But it lacked the intensity it once had.
Enid sighed in relief.
“Thanks Wends, that’s a lot better.”
“Anything for you.”
It was then both girls realised how close they were. They could feel the breath on each other’s faces and the tips of their nose brushing gently. Under Enid’s palm she could feel Wednesday’s heartbeat increase steadily and her own was likely loud enough for the woodland creatures to hear. Wednesday shifted Enid in her arms, bringing her just slightly closer.
The Wolf was howling again, but this time Enid felt no desire to fight or argue with it. Her eyes flickered down to Wednesday’s lips and when she looked back up she caught the tail end of Wednesday doing the same.
The glow of the moonlight cast half of Wednesday’s face in dark blue, the rest hidden by darkness. Enid’s hair was glowing, the brightest object in the forest.
“Can I…?” Enid asked.
At a loss for words, Wednesday nodded.
Finally, they kissed. The Wolf was content.
(Art by Cass_106)