#‘wenclair?’ REAL SHIT!!!!
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THE KNOWING SMILE. THE HAIRFLIP SHE DID RIGHT BEFORE SHE SAID THIS. CAPTAIN JENNA ORTEGA IS A WENCLAIR TRUTHER LETSSS GOOOOOOO WENCLAIR WARRIORS LETSS GOOO OUR CAPTAIN HAS SPOKEN
Link to the interview here and she drops this iconic line at 2:05
#CAPTAIN JENNA I LOVEEE YOUUUU#the pirate ship that is the S.S. Wenclair is so powerful….#its just SO FUCKEN FUNNY to me that all of the cast ships wenclair#they rlly said#‘love triangle?’ i sleep.#‘wenclair?’ REAL SHIT!!!!#and I love them so fucken much fer that#absolutely insane in the membrane#wenclair warriors rise up#wenclair#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#jenna ortega
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Wednesday: *gets out of the infirmary bed & makes her way to Ajax*
Xavier: *getting a little scared* "um- I think I have study... to do. Bye"
Ajax: *wtf*
Wednesday: "I would perform a heart transplant on myself using a pair of scissors to give Enid a heart if she needed it"
Ajax: "what the-"
Wednesday: "If Enid requested, I would go in search of every person whoever hurt her & ensure their existence is never seen again"
#oh boy#this is getting real#OH SHIT#I FORGOT#ENID CAN HEAR ALL OF THIS#BECAUSE SHE'S IN THE HALL WAY#damn#wonder what thing is thinking as well#ajax#xavier#xavier thorpe#wednesday#wednesday addams#wenclair#wenclair cult
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Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022), Addams Family - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair & Larissa Weems
Characters: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams, Larissa Weems, Cousin Itt (Addams Family), Pugsley Addams, Lurch (Addams Family), Thing (Addams Family), Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Murray Sinclair
Additional Tags: Weems lives because I Said So, the intimacy of having common trauma with your principal, Enid Sinclair is Soft for Wednesday Addams, Wednesday Addams is Soft for Enid Sinclair, they're both whipped your honor, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Identity Issues, Mommy Issues, wow I wonder who that tags for, no one gets to have a healthy relationship with their sexuality, but we are working on it
Series: Part 1 of Sings the Moon
Summary:
"Oh, I don't go anywhere for breaks." Enid smiled, trying to pull Wednesday in for another kiss.
"California still counts as 'going somewhere'. If going back to Jersey counts, anything does." Wednesday swung her leg off of Enid’s lap and settled in next to her on the bed, keeping her close.
"No, like," Enid sighed, "I don't visit my family for breaks."
I’m BACK baby and i’m throwing this chapter out of the fucking window and hiding for another month, i’ll see you fuckers in october
#enid sinclair#wednesday#wednesday addams#wednesday fanfic#wenclair#wenclair fanfic#wenclair fic#im peacing the fuck out to go write the nastiest shit possible for kinktober#and the next chapter of sings the moon i guess#stay tuned to see something real weird with enid and thornhill#bc honey that shit is COMING#to an inbox near you
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#shit gets real#wenclair#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wednesday#my fics#wednesday is still a disaster but now she's an overprotective disaster
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Hey if you feel like it would you do something with protective Wenclaire x reader? It would be fun to see how differently they'd handle it alone and then together.
You. You have taste
Wednesday and Enid are very well aware that you can take care of yourself. You're grown, you're smart, you know how to handle yourself. So far, any situation, you had handled it maturely and by yourself, like any normie was capable of
But that didn't mean Wednesday and Enid were just going to sit by and let something happen to you. Not on their watch
Wednesday's first instinct was murder. Always. It didn't matter the transgression against you, it didn't matter whether it was an Outcast or a normie, the first answer was murder. But if you caught her first, she would bump it down to battery and assault
She had no qualms, no shame in beating the absolute shit out of somebody if they threatened you, phsyically or emotionally. Someone told you they would make your life difficult? Oops, there's the tazer, how did that get in Wednesday's pocket?
On the other hand, Enid's attitude changed after she wolfed out that first time. Before, she would have your back by threatening everyone with Wednesday. Someone told you to watch your back? Enid told them to watch out for Wednesday. It worked like a charm
After she wolfed out? Oh god, she was almost worse than Wednesday. First instict? Murder. Just wait until the full moon, then they would be sorry. The only real difference is you wouldn't expect it from Enid, she was so outwardly sweet and bubbly. But she had a phenomenal death glare when you weren't looking
The worst part about all of it? It didn't stop at you being threatened. It included if they felt someone was getting too close with you. Someone tried flirting with you? Wednesday tripped them as they tried to leave. Someone bumped into you while walking by? Enid chased them down and made them come back and apologise
"You're scaring people away, how am I supposed to get free stuff now?"
"Maybe they shouldn't be such imbeciles"
"Why do you need free stuff? You have us!"
You love them, you truly do. But if they scared off one more person who was giving you a free drink, you were going to lose your shit. At least they made up for it with cuddles
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hey. wenclair is great, but like, stop shitting on other ships because YOU don’t like them. it’s stupid.
i ship wednesday with basically everyone, they all have ship/chem potential. just stop being so toxic about your ships— like… fucks sake y’all 💀
edit: i didn’t say start liking these other ships, i said stop being a dick about them. if you don’t like the ships, just ignore them, because some of them aren’t even real. some of these ships are basically MADE UP. Fanon. We’re all just trying to have fun and enjoy this show in whatever way we can, if you can’t see that, then it’s very clear just how immature you are.
#wenclair#wednesday x tyler#wyler?#idk the ship name#wednesday#wednesday x xavier#wednesday x bianca#let’s all be a little more tolerant#cause this is just ruining experiences for everyone#it ain’t it.
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Please note the rating has been increased to mature from this point forward. There is nothing explicit or outside of the normal realm of teenage behavior, but the girls are now ridiculously comfortable with each other and now dabbling in recreational substance use, so it felt like time.
Lots of Raven/Dove lore, bringing the Outcast community together under a new shared vision, and Addams family togetherness in addition to this being the Wenclair-heaviest chapter yet.
Please enjoy a 57k update of Morticia straight up:
I want to sincerely express gratitude for those who read and love my fic. I am posting on US Normie Thanksgiving because I remember how miserable I felt being trapped at my family dinners back in the day and just wanting to race home and get on online and read a fic to recover.
I’m hoping an update from this fic can provide some relief to those of you stuck with your families who are more Sinclair-like than Addams-like - or be a treat for surviving the event afterwords if you are unable to escape.
And for the sappy stuff, I do really appreciate all the love and support. I know I don’t always (re:almost never) reply to comments or engage, have turned off my messaging here, and generally don’t seek connection or build relationships within fandom. I have been through some real crazy shit online that bled into my real life, which led me to staying offline for the last six years until I was gently bullied by my beta into starting over and posting this fic.
I won't ever engage online again the way I used to within a fandom, but I really do appreciate your thoughtfulness and the hours you’ve poured into reading my fic, which is no small feat. (Sitting at 1,267,000+ words at the update)
I see the likes, kudos and comments and sincerely thank you for them!
BE READY for the next chapter - it's going to be a brutal second to final one. ANGST-living, more like it.
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Confrontation 2/2
wednesday addams x reader
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sorry there is so little dialogue! i have no idea how i want to write wednesday yet. also, this is definitely not proof read, but we move
feel free to give me tips on how to improve, or ideas for more x reader or maybe wenclair fics!
twitter: @mozzarella_ball
ao3: :Im_Just_Gay
Wednesday was well aware that she was difficult, stubborn, and obsessive. They were traits she had spent years cultivating to perfection.
She never thought that she would one day be wishing she perhaps hadn’t gotten locking her emotions away down to such an art that she was no longer sure how she could express, or even feel them really. In a healthy way, that is.
That’s why she had warned you against dating her a year prior, oh how you should have listened.
Yet when your mind flicked back to the moment when you had confessed your undying adoration for the dark-haired girl, you didn’t think of the warnings that fell from her lips, only how there seemed to be no real bite to words, and how delicate and cold her lips would feel against your own. It was safe to say that from day one, Wednesday had avoided committing herself to you in a multitude of ways, to protect your untainted heart.
She had sworn to herself that when you finally saw her for who she was, she would let you go, reasoning that if she kept a modicum of distance between the two of you, she wouldn’t grow overly attached.
But now Wednesday had had a taste of what it was like to be wholly yours, and for you to be hers.
It was euphoric.
The bliss that usually filled her, therefore, being suddenly ripped from her because of her own faults made her feel like she had been dropped headfirst into a vat of acid, her skin melting off of her body, the fatal liquid slowly forcing its way to the traitorous organ that was her heart. Wednesday knew she would much prefer for this to be her reality compared to the path her life was taking now, without you.
Perhaps she was meant to be alone, to continue her bleak existence in solitude, not only for her own sake but to protect those she loved from the destruction she wreaked onto their lives.
She was a Raven, after all.
And then she was pulled from herself destructive monologue when her embodiment-of-a-rainbow roommate all but smashed through the door.
“Okay, Addams, brutal honesty time. You’re in pain, and don’t deny it, its obvious. But you need to get your shit together. I’m sorry you’re suffering, but that does not mean you get to force every student who slightly bugs you to suffer with you,” the blonde huffed, her fists clenched by her side as she stood by Wednesdays bed.
The furious werewolf only amused the girl, because she could make them suffer, and she would continue to do so, quite happily actually.
Wednesday only smirked in response, turning back to the novel in her lap ��� she hadn’t been able to properly read without getting distracted since you had left, yet it was still a good prop for getting people to leave her alone. If you hadt wormed your way into her black heart, she would have had grandmama unleash thousands of curses upon you and your family for being the only thing she could think of.
However, the book was failing her, if Enid’s consistent rant was any indication. Damn, the werewolf could talk.
“- you cannot sit in the quad shooting arrows at people chewing too loudly,” that was a reasonable response to Wednesday, maybe Xavier would finally learn some table manners, “and now Yoko is too scared to get any blood bags after you threatened to poison her for calling you ‘Nessy’,” again, beyond reasonable. A bit too lenient perhaps, she’d have to work on her threats. “You need to fix what happened between you and Y/n.”
“There is nothing to fix,” she gripped her book harder, the hardback slightly bending under the grip, “the relationship wasn’t working. She could not handle me, she left. The end.”
At that, Enid slowly exhaled through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment as she did so. “You’re my best friend, I’m worried. Y/n’s been avoiding us like the black plague when you’re around, and when she does talk to us, they aren’t the same. You’ve been well, you know, more Wednesday Addamsy, and whilst you might like to think it’s a compliment, its not. A second year almost had a break down when she bumped into you earlier, Wednesday, for gods sake.”
And for the first time in her life, Wednesday avoided eye contact so actively she wasn’t sure shed eve be able to drag her eyes up from the floor. Not for the second year, no, that was quite amusing to hear, but hearing that you had stopped spending time with your friends because of her hit a nerve she hadn’t expected it to. She hadn’t known you were making sacrifices to your social life to stay away from her.
“Suck up your pride and apologise, its for the best. You’ll both be happier for it.” And with that Enid went back to her own side of the room, whether from fear Wednesday’s next war path would be in her direction, or simply being over the levels of angst the goth had been showing for the last week, Wednesday did not know.
Wednesday hoped it was as easy as Enid made it seem.
Wednesday craved you. She craved your presence, your laugh, your touch. She missed the way you would laugh at whatever soulless pit of media you had fallen down during her writing time, she missed the feeling of you leaning against her as you painted Thing’s nails.
The never halting force of time meant that one week without you, had turned into a pitiful two weeks.
Why hadn’t you come back to her, declaring your love for each other as a stronger force than this fight?
She thought herself pathetic at the way her eyes would follow you wherever you went, latching onto you as if she were memorising every part of you until you walked away from her, again.
Once, when passing each other in the hallway, she had tried to make your eyes fall on her, to overwhelm her with your gaze.
You didn’t spare her a glance.
You had so desperately wanted to fall into the never-ending darkness that were her eyes, to let her swallow you whole, to consume you. But if she truly wanted you, would she have not made some sort of indication already? She hadn’t so much as breathed in your direction for all you knew. The key words being ‘for all you knew’, being so caught up in your own internal turmoil, you missed her seeking gaze, not seeing the way the tall Stoner girl that was walking by your side shrunk as you ex-girlfriend’s murderous eyes settled on her. She was in Wednesday’s place, by your side. Unacceptable, how dare she.
A metallic taste filled the sadists mouth as she chewed veraciously on her own cheek to stop herself from calling your name, forcing herself to believe that you are incompatible. She was too morbid and dark, you were too soft, too innocent.
She missed the way you turned around to catch a glimpse of her retreating figure.
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one week, to two, to three.
You didn’t know how much longer you could take of not having Wednesday, in any capacity. You had thought she would have cared for you enough to at least attempt to be friendly, as friendly as Wednesday can be anyway. God, you just wanted her to threaten your life, to say she’ll pour silver down your throat in your sleep if you laugh too loudly again, only to smirk in such a small way that only you would ever be able to catch on to it.
In your eyes, you were made from each other. Soulmates, made from the same stare, destined to live out your lives together. Apparently, she did not, over time you just hoped you could come to terms with feeling as if a limb had been sliced from your body, leaving a gaping wound and an unbearable pain in its place.
And this is the very reason why in every class the two of you shared, you practically begged one of your friends to switch with you.
“C’mon, I’ll owe you big time! I’ll do whatever you want for a week,” you all but whined at Yoko, you almost cringed at how desperate you looked when you saw your reflection in her tinted glasses.
“And how many times do I have to tell you that I do not, in any capacity, have a death wish. I’ve grown rather comfortable in my immortality, thank you very much,” the vampire quipped, adding a quick ‘I learned my lesson last time.’ She still hadn’t drank a meal that she wasn’t scared was tainted with Garlic, she’d run to the infirmary not once, but twice thinking she had been poisoned – the first time she had drank too quickly, so no it was not her stomach pains being the first sign of her death, the second was just pure terror of the Addams’ unwavering eyes staring at her in the quad as she ate, making Yoko certain Wednesday just didn’t want to miss a second of her future torment.
You looked up at the clock, there was only a few minutes until the class began, you knew the girl you were avoiding with everything in you would be here soon.
Sighing, you pulled out the best weapon in your arsenal. You would have felt guilty if gothic vampire hadn’t looked so smug as you begged for her to switch places with you.
“If you don’t give your seat up right now, Tanaka, I’m telling Divina that it was you who lost her favourite book, and not Ajax.” Just to ensure you were getting your point across, you looked towards the siren through the classroom window. Divina, the usually calm and collected girl, had literally hunted the gorgon boy until she tired herself out.
“You- you wouldn’t do that; you know she’d literally banish me from our dorm.”
“Yoko, I am so far from kidding.”
After a beat of silence, the vampire gathered her books as quickly as she could, muttering a “I’m going to shove a stick of wolfsbane up your ass.”
Smiling in response at what you hoped was a joke, offering a dramatic sigh and “I wish it hadn’t come to this, maybe we can be friends again someday,” earning a snort from the now moody immortal.
You were just glad that Enid had taken pity on you and sat next to she-who-shall-not-be-named in the classes where the rest of the students were too scared to even glance n her direction, for the first week you had just decided not to turn up to lessons. But alas, you were smart, but not smart enough to keep your grades up with no classes, no matter how badly you wanted to never have to lay eyes on the girl who still held your heart in her hands.
Yet, despite the distance between you and the girl who tore your heart from your chest and thew it to the ground as if it was nothing more than an inconvenience to her oh so important mystery, you missed having her cool thigh against your own, missing the way the smell of ink, and dusty parchment encompassed you.
Day by day your hopes that she would pull her head out of her ass dwindled.
Yoko was astounded by how oblivious you were to Wednesday’s dark eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head, as if she could command your eyes to be on her.
Unsurprisingly, you were both oblivious to the way Yoko was absolutely shitting herself convinced that if she breathed too loudly, or her if her pen was too loud against her paper, the Addams’ eyes would turn to her, killing her on the spot like the most powerful Gorgons used to be able to do, until they became no more than domesticated pet owners.
That class you had taken no notes, too busy trying not to see fi Wednesday was looking at your, Wednesday not having taken any being too busy to do everything to get you to notice her longing filled gaze.
Of course, Wednesday was also drawing up more plans on how to torture the vampire as she sat beside her, thrumming with barely contained rage and debilitating melancholy.
It was only when your separation from Wednesday was nearing the one-month mark that she felt she was going to go insane if she didn’t talk to you.
She couldn’t function without you by her side.
When she played the cello, the notes sounded dull and lifeless, a shadow of the swooping and haunting tones she used to be able to pull from the instrument when you had sat on the balcony with her, awe glimmering in your eyes, enjoying the comfortable silence that engulfed you once she had finished.
Her writing had also taken a blow. She may have loved silence, but now she couldn’t handle it unless it was disrupted by your breathing, knowing you were merely feet away from her. One night, she had become so frustrated with the way she couldn’t move Viper’s story forward, she had taken to relentlessly hammering at the keys of her typewriter, no longer gracing them with her usual precise and delicate touch.
Enid was lucky she still had her life after her threats of throwing the piece of equipment out of the window if there was even another tap on the keys, let alone another god forsaken ‘schwing’ as the werewolf referred to it.
She hadn’t been able to sleep, her nightmares usually filled with the screams of the boys she’d allowed her piranhas to feast on, or the countless other poor souls who crossed her path, had been replaced with soft dreams of your voice, your hands combing through her hair, whispering sweet nothings whilst she was in your embrace.
She woke up missing the feeling of drowning in everything that was you.
She had spent the day watching you from afar in the quad, poking at your food, you would smile brightly at your friends who never noticed the dim look in your eyes.
Her night consisted of sleeplessness – the only happiness Wednesday pulled from the agony she found in sleep was the dark circles that had grown under her eyes, she thought she looked more and more like a walking corpse each day. It was quite the ego boost.
Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that made her take the walk across campus to be standing in front of your dorm.
She had been able to walk to the dorm.
Now all she had to do, was actually get into said dorm.
The Addams would never have thought she would be scared of a door. The psychic knew you were awake, like her you were a night owl and a morning person all rolled into one. That and the soft glow that was seeping from the bottom of the door.
Gritting her teeth, she opened the door.
Now was no time for manners.
At the sudden intrusion, you sat up in your bed, phone clattering to the floor, your eyes were wide and alert, claws having ripped through the blanket that was previously covering your body.
“You can’t fuck do that, Wednesday,” you panted out. “I thought I was going to be murdered, Jesus.” The brief shot of adrenaline that ran through your body at the surprise visit stopping you from immediately telling the shorter girl where she could shove her probably half-baked apology.
‘I swear to everything good and holy under the moon, if she’s here to ask for my help on the murders, there’s going to be another body added to the list’ is what ran through your head as you stared at Wednesday.
Completely ignoring your comment, Wednesday made strong and purposeful strides – her façade of confidence completely different to the anxiety bubbling in her stomach as if a thousand scorpions had made their nest there – towards your bed, looking down at you as she left a respectable distance despite how desperately she wanted to launch her body onto yours, wind her arms around your waist as tight as she could and never let go.
You could slash your claws across every part of her skin, reduce her to nothing but bleeding ribbons of flesh, and she would only hold tighter.
“I am going to talk, I would greatly appreciate if you would listen until I have finished,” neither of you mentioned the slight waver in her voice.
“Okay,” was the only word you could think to say, your brain filled with how beautiful she looked shrouded n the shadows of your bedroom. Stupid fucking brain.
“I am sorry for I have been behaving, before the … event a month ago, and after. It was in no way acceptable for me to place my own obsessions above our relationship as often as I did, it was cruel and unfair,” her eyes bore into yours, searching for any desire you may have for her to leave her.
“Wednesday, this isn’t going to fixed with a quick and easy apology, I appreciate it, but this wasn’t just a one time thing, it was so many I lost count, there was more than just the ignoring me. You lied about where you were when you put your life in danger, you had neglected every aspect of our relationship until you thought it was an acceptable time for you to remember me, and even then, it was more than likely just so you had a werewolf on your side as protection in the wood,” you looked away from her eyes briefly, before locking with them again. “God, that stupid ass fucking normie, Galpin, probably saw you more in the last week of our relationship than I did in the last month of it. Can you understand how shitty that made me feel, can you grasp that at all?” your chest was heaving from the lack of oxygen you’d had as you forced every piece of pain you had felt over the past month into your words.
You had only realised you were crying when the salty liquid hit your lips, a headache already forming from the amount of tears you’d spilled over the ethereal girl in front of you.
“Y/n, I-“ she felt tears welling in her eyes, fighting against the urge to push them back down to the dark corners of her mind,. “I love you more than what I know what to do with. My love for you burns brighter than any star in the sky, my heart beats for you and you only”
Wednesday felt a singular tear roll down her cheek, you both knew that to the usually emotionless girl it was an astounding portrayal of trust and vulnerability. You were so entranced by the path the tear carved out in her skin, falling from her eyes, and trailing down her cheeks. So entranced that you realised you hadn’t said anything in reply, as you were opening your mouth, Wednesday spoke again, with in a much softer tone than you had ever heard from the girl.
Wednesday had already walked further into the mess that were her emotions, she decided to let it all go, to let it all burst from her body in such a disgraceful cloud of colour. “I know what I am, I have never denied the parts of myself that make it hard for others to stay with me. They have never bothered me until I finally saw how it was hurting you, tearing you apart, and I noticed too late. I had tried to tell myself it was the best choice for us, we were not meant to be, your love for me misplaced and vice versa. But my love for you could never be misplaced. It has always been you, Y/n, it will always only be you.”
“Wedne-“
“If you no longer see our relationship as a possibility, I will understand. I will love you from afar like the moon loves the sun, I will be by your side even if you cannot see me, my adoration unwavering. But.. please. Y/n, please take me back. I will be better for you, i only ask that you be patient and help me become a better person for you. I need you.”
You stared up at Wednesday, you mouth open as you gaped at not only the words that are filled with the emotion but the way the features on her face had morphed from their impassive stare to utter heartbreak, a desperation to have you be hers again. She could no longer stand the bitter taste that filled her mouth, the sour smells the invaded her nose, that were nothing like the way you taste, the way you smelt. Like a forest ablaze in the most glorious spectacle of destruction.
No words that you could conjure up would be bale to beat the novelists, so instead you grabbed her hands, pulling her down onto your bed. Your lips found her own as you kissed her as deeply as you could, attempting to pour every ounce of love and passion you held for Wednesday Addams. You skin tingled with a thrumming electricity when her hands held onto your waist, trying to pull you closer as if she wanted your bodies to meld into one.
You knew dating Wednesday Addams would come with its challenges, Wednesday was Wednesday. she was difficult, stubborn and obsessive. But she was also kind, and loving.
You both fell asleep entwined in the other arms; you had spent the weeks after working on your relationship. Wednesday had learned how to have, you know, emotions and not combust, you had both learned how to communicate better. The only serious argument that had caused Wednesday to give you the silent treatment is when you had told her she would “absolutely adore” the “masterpiece” you would grace her with if she just put on your headphones. ‘Dance Monkey.’ You had made her listen to Dance Monkey, you best believe it’s still used against you in your relationship
The natural sadist had even finally promised to stop saying she had poisoned Yoko’s blood bags. Although, that didn’t stop her from holding a wooden stake to the vampires back when she had tried to sit beside her in class before you had arrived. And if anyone ever said the vampire would find garlic cloves left outside her dorm every now and then, there would be no way anyone could conjure up any evidence to say it was Wednesday. Her hands were clean.
Thing still can’t get the smell of garlic from his skin.
#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday addams#wednesday#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#wednesday addams netflix#its so bad but we move#yoko tanaka#enid sinclair
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After the whole Kit Connor debacle (or whatever that poor kid's name is), and seeing the crazy amount of popularity wenclair has gotten in this website, I just gotta get this out of my chest before it gets nasty.
1. Please, please, refrain from asking Jenna Ortega or Emma Myers about their sexualities. No, they're not "old enough" to know already. And even if they do, they don't fucking owe you an answer. And especially, they don't fucking owe you queerness. NO ONE DOES. Also, there's no such thing as queerbaiting in real life. That's some bullshit y'all came up with just to feel entitled to pry into other people's lives.
2. Wenclair will hardly become canon. Netflix is currently getting rid of most of their lesbian-oriented shows (no, I'm not making that shit up, open your eyes). If it does, cool, if it doesn't, DO NOT BLAME JENNA OR EMMA FOR IT. No, it's not because "they didn't push for it hard enough". They didn't "betray you" and they're not meant to be harassed, or publicly shamed for a creative decision that involves WAY MORE PEOPLE than you can actually imagine. Also, with all due respect, Wednesday was never marketed as a queer show. If y'all wanna come for my ass, I don't really care, but that's the ugly, ugly truth. The story is JUST portraying a beautiful friendship between two people, whether you want to see beyond that or not. If you can't deal with platonic affection in media anymore, that's YOUR problem.
#kit connot#heartstopper#queerbaiting#wenclair#wednesday netflix#wednesday#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#netflix
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do you have wenclair fanfiction recommendations to share pls?
Omg omg finally *shuffles notes* yes!
All fics are completed and linked! Let me know if one isn’t working!
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Wenclair :: Catch me, if you can by @bitusgardn
The Wenclair Detective Au everyone knows and loves, brought to us by bitusgardn. Featuring my new favorite tag “Enid is a homicidal killer”
To Love So Deeply, To Not Fear Death by AnimeWolf38
In which the Addams Family is immortal! Cute little oneshot to give anyone a little pick-me-up
Welcome to the Internet by Bee-nut
Enid has Wednesday create a Twitter account, and much like all of us, the internet population thirsts over Wednesday Addams. Enid gets jealous, hilarity ensues.
The Taste Of Yellow (It’s My Least Favorite Color) by SaltyKombucha
Wednesday “what did you just say to my girl” Addams. Protective bitches. Gonna be honest I can barely remember it but I remember it was dope as hell!
Practice Makes Perfect, After All. By Aliakim
The age old “practice kissing” trope, and it’s glorious. Featuring Wednesday “totally not projecting onto the main character in my book” Addams.
Unpacking by Incomplete_pegasus
The babes have separation anxiety. Softness ensues.
Reset by Eggplant_Crusader
Wednesday Addams is oblivious as hell. Please check out eggplants other works they’re so great omg
Hall of Fame
Dances With Wolves by wolfwars
The Wenclair Fake Dating AU except it’s with Enids family! Mild spice warning I guess? They make out and Wednesdays a masochist but we knew that already. Justice for Mr. Jellybean
If we make it through December by overnights
Fake dating AU but with the Addams Family! Very in character of both of them. Eventually no one can find the line between real and fake. Bianca is mentioned once (1) and is still a whole mood.
(unless you’re dying to) cry your heart out by exalteddm
THE BEST FIC OMG (I finished it when I got this ask). FEATURING: AroAce Wednesday Addams, Hanahaki Disease, and exploration of a potential QPR. This fic truly has it all!
if you smell something burning, it’s my heart by Rennajade
Flirting through music! Feelings realization and denial! All in one! One of the best concluding chapters I’ve seen yet. Thing is a little shit. Wednesday Addams is Autistic.
Happy Reading Anon!
#wednesday#wenclair#enid sinclair#wednesday netflix#gay#netflix#wednesday addams#the addams family#they’re lesbians your honor#bianca barclay#fanfic#ao3fic#suggestion
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Wednesday SEASON 2 Dream
Vivid dream of upcoming season for Wednesday. Writing so it manifests lol
It was a series of behind the scenes:
There was a future fight scene in fencing once more: Wednesday against the whole fencing team. No rules for location and abilities. Scene plays out of Wednesday deflecting an attack from Bianca whilst the other sirens were already disqualified. Bianca clearly agitated, I assumed it was because it's like a public tournament or smth. Yall they were bouncing off pillars and shit like they were LEVITATING!!
Ballroom scene: Seems like its a more Gothic location, maybe the Addams House? But it had brown and gold accents so maybe not. They have Jenna Ortega on those stunt wires, she's in a very long black dress floating in the air. Looks like the dress gave her newfound abilities for a short moment! Extra: They had her doing this scene where it's like says a word and the dress runs to her and pulls her in to be worn! Which would be a super dope idea!!!
Wenclair scene: ofc it fucking shows up! It was the perspective of the cameraman. Wednesday stands side by side with Enid. And their lines are simply GOLD.
W: ... Truly a most devastating curse.
E: Hey, I wasn't the one who made it a kissing curse okay! Ugh, why did it have to be Sleeping Beauty rules?!
W: Let's get it over with.
E: Wednesday?! You're making me anxious!
W: Good. At least that side of you is still normal.
E: strongest side eye she's ever given
The best part was, after the director said CUT... Emma Myers gets a touch up of her make up and Jenna Ortega, stayed getting ready for the next scene. She was walking all over the place while reading the script again. One of the staff had jokingly said out loud, "Excited for the kiss, Jenna?" And Jenna responded with a blushing smile and the rest of the staff was like WOOOOOO. You can hear Emma laughing in the background.
Anyways, hope yall enjoyed it as much as i had! Some of it were some real cool ideas and I hope to something close to it in the next season
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*Wednesday slowly walks towards Ajax until she's uncomfortably close to him*
Wednesday: *staring Ajax dead in the eyes* "I would use your bone marrow as a sacrifice to the demons of hell if it meant Enid was safe"
Ajax: *lowkey trembling*
Wednesday: *whispers* "Tell me, would you do all of that for Enid?"
#oh my god#this is getting crazy#the fact#that wednesday#hasnt murdered him#is insane#she's showing real restraint#either that#or she knows enid is listening in to the conversation#who knows#bet ajax#is shitting himself right now#ajax#wednesday#wednesday addams#wenclair#wenclair cult
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Why would you wear black to a wedding
A wenclair story!
Chapter 2 ➡️
Enid was absolutely and utterly fucked. Screwed. Really, at her worse moment. She looked out the window, her eyes glaring the falling rain. If she managed to pack her things fast enough, she thought, maybe she could run away when the rain ceased. Live in the mountains, away from everyone and everything. With only mother nature and sadness as her company. Forever forced to hide and...
"Tá la la lã" Her buzzing phone got her out of her family issues induced anxiety spiral. It was on her bed, the screen shinning in bright blue in the dark room.
Yoko, my beautiful bestie
Yo you guys wanna come over and watch a movie or smt
Gaslight gatekeep girlboss
Depends. I refuse to watch any more of enids sad ass homo rom coms
Upon reading that, Enid threw herself in her old bed, reaching for her phone.
You
Hey!!! My rom coms aren't sad!
Gaslight gatekeep girlboss
Yes they are. If I have to watch 1 more scene with kissing people in the rain Ill throw myself off a cliff.
Yoko, my beautiful bestie
It's fine babes, we can watch a horror movie.
How could Yoko betray her like that ? Where was the friends before partners unspoken rule ?
You
I AM NOT watching a freaking horror movie. I'll have nightmares for weeks!!!
Yoko, my beautiful bestie
We can watch the Fear street trilogy. It has gays in it and shit.
You
You're just taking Biancas side because she's ur gf that is soooooo unfair
Yoko , my beautiful bestie
No, I'm taking her side cause u made us watch crush with you 7 times and I liked it at first but now my experience is ruined because I know all the freaking lines
You
........
Gaslight gatekeep girlboss
Enid ?
You
OKAY THEN we'll watch fear street or whatvs
Enid sighted, letting go off her phone. It was nice to be back home, thought third wheeling wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do. She looked around, and some of her old plushies looked back. Being in San Francisco felt... Different, this time. Maybe it was because of her brothers wedding this summer. And just maybe, it was because she herself was a bit different.
One way or the other, she was happy to get a break from college, to be back from Colorado. Her room there was boring as fuck, with its gray walls and metal desk. This, was much better. Someone knocked on the door, and Enid suddenly remembered why her gray room in Colorado felt as freeing as it was ugly. Her mom stepped in without waiting for permission.
" Enid. Dear"
" Yes, mom ?" The girl reluctantly looked her mother's way, shifting position so they were facing each other.
" When will we met your lovely - totally real - partner ? It must be before your brothers and Daysis wedding. You know, dearest, a werewolf needs a partner! Someone to take care of you in full moon nights, and someone to protect when you're- "
" -when I'm old and alone and hated by humans. I know mom. I told you already, youll met her soon enought! She can't get here before Dave's wedding, she has finals... "
"Well, she must find a way! I will not settle for meeting such a person only at the wedding! And if you're lying to me Enid, you will regret it" she step closer, her browns furrowed, her mouth downward in an expression Enid knew all too well. She shrieked on instintic. "You have three days to bring her here or else you're dumping her and going to the ceremony with Samantha Diologious daughter, Celine. And that's final."
The older woman left then, and Enid held her breath until she couldn't hear her mother's steps anymore.
You see, Enid needed a partner for her brothers Dave, wedding, and her love life wasn't exactly going well. Her last girlfriend dumped her after cheating, and broke her delicate heart in a million pieces. Since then she had gone on multiple dates with her mothers warnings in mind, but none of them wanted to go to a strangers wedding nor did they want to see her again after she asked.
She had even got as desperate as to ask Yoko to pretend a break up with Bianca and be her fake date but her girlfriend wasn't the fondest of that idea. With a sight Enid asked herself how the actual fuck she would get a date willing to go with her to the ceremony in three days. Because there was no way she was going with Celine Diologious. Celine was a self centered, cruel person who would always kiss Enid against her will when her mother forced her to go on dates with the girl. Enid protests and complains about harassment were useless, which of course had nothing to deal with the fact that the Diologious were rich, and prestigious among the werewolf community.
Maybe some miracle would happen and Enid would end up with a beautiful, nice girl in her arms just in time to not have to expose her lies to her mother, who had almost made her phone stop working with all the messages she sent before Enid invented this fake girl. Maybe everything would work out.
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It was late at night, Bianca and Yoko asleep beside her, while Enid scrolled mindlessly through her Instagram. The movie wasn't as bad as she thought was gonna be, though she was sure that had more to do with the fact that she gat gotten used to the blood and the gore being a werewolf than with it not being scary.
She yawned, Yoko had a spare mattress in her room for nights like this, and at some point, she would have to wake up the cuddling girls beside her. The girl decided to get some water so she could take her medicine and be ready to sleep before waking her friends up. Yokos house was huge, but she was used to it. Her parents were probably out, always bloodthirsty vampires in the night. She respected that, thought it was easier dealing with Yoko, who got along with humans better for being a vegetarian.
There were piles and piles of books scattered around the house, when he wasn't sucking blood, her friends dad was a book worm. Even in the kitchen, books and notebooks full of Yokos moms notes filled the shelves you would usually see food in. As she filled a glass of water, Enid saw something shine in silver in the corner of her eye.
She kneeled beside it, a book with a black and silver cover thrown carelessly on the floor. She opened it, curiosity getting the best of her, and was met with words that started whispering to her, floating around her head and calling her name. The phrases told stories old and magical, and Enid lost track of time as she flipped through the pages. Countless spells were explained throughly, and she stopped as she found one that got her attention.
For the old and new, the sweet and bitter
To do the ritual, you have to be witter
Call the curse holder in desperate help
And in your aid, the witch will come
Enid had a terrible idea.
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You see, Yokos parents weren't really gonna miss the book. They had thousands of them, including dozens and dozens of witchcraft books, just like this one. She would return it in a few days anyways, but her brothers wadding was a day and a half away, and she was far beyond desperate.
The circle she drew in her rooms floor was adorned by lit candles and black roses. In the center, all kinds of offerings Enid could think of rested in a bowl, from candy bars to dead mouses (ew), because she had no idea what the witch would like, and the book wasn't all that specific on the ritual.
Finally, she sat on the floor and closed her eyes. Usually, Enid had a hard time remembering the information she read, but for some reason, the words for the spell were stuck in her head, repeating over and over again. She said the verses out loud three times as the clock struck midnight, too late for anyone in the house to hear her. The canddles went out, leaving her in complete darkness. For a whole minute, Enid breathed hard in slight disappointment but sweet relief, thinking the ritual didn't work. But as opened her eyes a dark figure stood in front of her.
The person wore all black and irradiated a cruel energy. Two dark eyes stared at her from the very center of her circle, looking like they were able to see into her very soul. She got up, her legs shaking, turned her phones flashlight up and before her...
Before her stood a petite girl with black hair. She had a braid resting in each of her shoulders and a notebook in her hands. Her face was delicate, beautiful sharp angles, and an expression that berayed no emotion. Enid calmed down then, not quite knowing where to start her request for the witch.
" Hum... I... I mean-"
"You have summoned me." The girls before her said. " I will therefore fulfill your wishes of revenge and blood"
"I don't want-"
"However," the girl interrupted her. "You must give me something in exchange for my services. What are you willing to give up on for this, Ms ?
"Sinclair. Enid Sinclair."
"Wednesday Addams"
They looked at each other, both a bit astonished.
"I gathered some stuff for you," Enid gestured awkwardly to her offerings. The girl looked her dead in the eyes and, without so much as blinking, caught a chocolate bar with gum flavored filling between the tip of her fingers. With the most disgust Enid had ever seen anyone show for anything, Wednesday put the candy bar in front of her face. " This ?"
"Yeah ?" The werewolf paused, not knowing what to do. "There's also some dead mouses if you'd like". The Addams girl sighed in exasperation, and rolled her eyes.
"I have been holding the family's curse for three years now, since turning eighteen. And not once in those 1095 days has such a moron summoned me. What do you want, disgustingly pink girl ?"
Enid wanted to be offended, she really did. She was whoever, wearing her most neon pajamas in that moment, pink panthers silly face painted with glitter in her shirt. Also, she was really, really desperate and not at all, wanting to have to deal with her mom.
"Look" she says, sitting down, too tired to care what the witch would think of her "I need a date for my brother's wedding. It is crucial I bring someone, and I was kinda hoping whoever I summoned could help me find a person my age to go with me. But, oh well, to my very surprise you are the one I summoned and also a person my age so maybe you could go with me? Do you want some of my blood in exchange for it ? Or maybe teeth ? I've heard if you mix dust made from a werewolf's teeth with fairy hair you can grow plants faster or something…" She shut up then, a finger on her tin and the knowledge she had been talking for way too long doing lops inside her head. Her eyelids were heavy, she just wanted to go to sleep.
"You want… A date ?" The Wednesday girl looked more than disgusted now, almost like she would prefer to wear Enid's pink panther pj's. She furrowed her brows, in an expression Enid thought she wouldn't be able to decipher even if she was fairly awake.
"Okay." The witch said. "I'll be your date to the wedding. This relationship is purely professional, however. And I have several ground rules. And I'll need you to-"
Before she could finish it, Enid had gotten up, wide eyed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She smiled, a weight she hadn't know she'd been caring suddenly lifted from her shoulders. "Oh my God, can I hug you ? Would that be OK? It's alright if it's not, but really, thank you!"
"You may not hug me" The girl took a step back "And I'll only attend the wedding on the condition you come with me to the Addams family reunion in two months. I need a partner for the blood ritual."
"Of course! Is that your only condition ?"
Wednesday took a second to think to herself. "Yes" she said carefully. "Do we have a deal ?" She extended her hand, and Enid shook it, delicate but strong fingers with black nails meeting her rough ones. " Yes we, do , Ms Addams" she said cheerfully.
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This was supposed to be a one shot...
I'll link chapter 2 when it's up
#lgbtq#sapphic#lesbian#wenclair#enid x wednesday#wednesday 2022#wedclair#wednesday the series#enid is a lesbian#enid and wednesday#enid wednesday#enid sinclair#wednesday fanfic
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ok but honestly speaking now, I honestly didn't think that Wednesday would have any real chemistry or even a little bit of a hint of romance with anyone during the course of the series, including Enid!
Willa's attitude towards every single person who tried to approach her was clearly hostile and closed off.
her interactions with Xavier were based purely on his utility and her suspicion of him
despite loving the whole slow-burn enemies to friends to lovers dynamic she and Enid have going on and their interactions being the best ones amongst the "love interest" bunch, Willa's A+ social skills and overall emotional constipation makes it hard to build any good feelings
and don't even get me started on her dynamic with Tyler honestly that shit was PAINFUL to watch and not just because I'm a wenclair truther
I just hope that they manage to actually evolve any future relationships involving the characters before making them smooch faces, their trial at romance this first season was mediocre at best, because if it keeps going like this I'm starting to think that having Wednesday fly solo might not be a bad idea after all
#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#wenclair#netflix wednesday#wednesday#wednesday netflix#eniday#wednesday series#wenid
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okay real question have I drawn other Fandoms? I have only seen wednesday & a bunch of Au's for it (witch are great!) But I couldn't find another Fandom? Oh and another question what do you think abt the pikemon thig like the new horizons one without ash a lot of ppl shit liko x dot so js want ur opinion on the pokemon thing. Would u also see ur self draw pokeomn stuff or different fandoms?
Srry ifo asked tooo many questions!! I was curious, I love ur art btw u have such a unique style of drawing and I love it!!!!!! (It's kinda comforting ngl)
Well, I've drawn for other Fandom but those were years or so before! But nothing recent
I'm just really active in the Wednesday Fandom cause i love wenclair B^)
Not so sure about drawing Pokémon, it just never really peaked my interest so... And as for other Fandoms?
Let's see if they scratch my brain and I get hyperfixated
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ok fine i like tyler more than i should
all his little psycho behavior is mildly amusing. ANDDD he is a victim of grooming im sorry but that was fucking gross and theres no way yall dont think hes a victim of something honestly
laurel fucking made my skin crawl and its so much more obvious when you rewatch the show.
yeah hes probably fucking nuts and the first time i watched i just thought that he had split personalities because of the trauma. whether it was there before laurel is debatable but you get what im saying?
little homie is actually mentally ill af and off the rails plus i mostly its part of the type of creature he is so ... idk
also i need a scene of him telling xavier : "oh yeah? well im a serial killer and Wednesday still likes me better than you you fucking creep.
i still think xavier is evil bro idk why i mean look at him
HOWEVER I NEED THE REAL LOVE TRIANGLE
cuz i guarantee you that Wednesday is still gay for enid bro im sorry
and i also need a scene of him and enid bickering over Wednesdays attention and enid just constantly threatens to throw down with him and him lowkey being scared of her like that would be essential tbh
and Wednesday just trying to like escape them both
so ill allow a redemption of him simply because his actor is adorable and tylers dad is an actual piece of shit. it just has to be the most humiliating redemption arc filled with enid flexing how strong she is all the time cuz wolf powers kicked in.
This blog is pro enid pro wenclair but also pro redemption for soft abused boy with a crazy split personality
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