It wasn’t easy.

Wednesday Addams wasn’t the type to say yes the first time. Or the second. Or the third. Your invitations were met with blank stares, dry sarcasm, or a simple, unimpressed “No.” But you didn’t give up. Something in her dark, sharp gaze made you sure she was listening—considering.

You weren’t like the others who tried to win her over with flowers or compliments. You challenged her. You argued back. You left carefully worded notes in Latin tucked into her books. You once even faked a fencing duel just to get her attention—and won.

Finally, on a rainy afternoon under Nevermore’s crooked courtyard tree, she looked at you for a long moment after you asked again, your voice calm, unshaken by her endless rejections.

“One date. But if it’s dreadful, I will personally ensure you never bother me again.”

She said, almost like it pained her to agree. But for the first time, Wednesday Addams almost—almost—smiled.