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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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i NEED some Enid fluff. Just being cute girlfriends

Three’s a crowd (Enid Sinclair x Reader)

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Fem Reader

Requested: Yes, so long ago, sorry. Up next, Tyler, then Ajax.

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.

A/N: So short, but took me so long to write. Life gets in the way, and my first time writing Enid, too. I keep thinking, is she too OOC? I wrote and rewrote, like, ten times this.

“Did you see?!” Enid ran towards you, costume still on. Her black cat's ears bobbed up and down with the motion, the headband almost flying off. “Did you see?”

You laughed, wrapping her in a hug.

“You did amazing.” Enid’s arms came to wrap around your waist, and you let her, not caring she was going to get you wet too. She looked gorgeous, whole face glowing with happiness. Her eyes shined more than normal, cheeks flushed with the exertion of the race. You knew how much this meant to her, how hard she had worked with her team to make this all possible. The weeks spent working on the boat, the costume and designing a strategy that was just right. It was all worth it now. “You deserved this win more than everyone.”

“Thank you!” Enid laughed. Her entire body was shaking, probably from the adrenaline high. Her laugh sounded a bit hysterical. You ran a hand over her hair, trying to soothe her.

“Want to go celebrate?” You asked her, taking the headband from her and placing it in your head. “I got us a reservation at The Amber Bistro.”

“You did?” Enid blinked, almost as if confused. “But… That’s the only restaurant in Jericho, the wait list is…”

“Yeah, I know. I was sure you would win, so when you told me you would be the captain for Ophelia’s hall, I made the reservation.” And yes, it had been exactly like that. You hadn’t doubted Enid, not even for a second. The Golden Bugs were good, but not better than your girl. When she put her mind to something, you could bet she was going to pull through. Your girl. What a thrill those words gave you. Only thinking them could get you to smile in a silly way. You weren’t used to it yet, but you loved being able to say them.

“But… What if I had lost? Bianca…”

“Babe, there was no way you were going to lose. Bianca’s good, sure. But you are better. You worked your ass off for this, and with Wednesday as your second? Bianca was going to get her ass handed to her, and we all knew it.”

“But…”

“Anything you put your mind to, you achieve.” You gave her a peck. It was true. Making you her girlfriend? Enid had had you on your knees and thinking it was all your idea in a week. Befriending Wednesday? She had that girl begging to put on a friendship bracelet before she even thought about it. Winning the race? It was a given. “But, if you had lost, I would have asked if you wanted to go on a nice date and took you anyway or canceled and stayed in with you.”

“But I didn’t lose.” Enid smiled again, bright and sweet. “We won.”

“You did.” You kissed her again, unable to resist. “Go, go get ready. I’ll pick you up at six. We are sneaking out.”

At six, you met Enid near the gates of Nevermore. The journey on foot was long, but both of you were used to it. It wasn’t the first time you and her broke the rules and snuck out. You were wearing a nice winter dress, with sensible shoes. A light coat was draped over your shoulders, not really keeping you warm, more for the aesthetics. Going out with Enid always prompted you to dress up because she always noticed your efforts. You loved when she smiled like that, all proud.

“Oh, I love your coat! You have to let me borrow it someday.” Enid pecked you on the lips, and eagerly took your hand.

“I know!” You matched her energy. “Come on, it’s a long walk.” Joining your hand with hers, you started dragging her towards the path.

“I… I wanted to thank you.” Enid said, after a while. “I… I think I sounded ungrateful before, when I asked what you would have done if I lost. But… Nobody had believed in me the way you do before.”

“Not even yourself?” You asked, knowingly. The relationship with her parents, that was a tough one. Her mother was disappointed in her inability to get a full shift and had dragged her along to every specialist in the area. The pressure on her was immense because even if Enid tried not to care about it, she still felt like she was going to be stuck in a partial shift for the rest of her life, with all the devastating consequences that brought on. No pack, no mate. You can exactly run with wolves in human legs. And Enid, Enid, was no Wednesday. Enid thrived on social settings, she loved people. Being tossed aside by her family had to hurt.

“Not even myself.” She agreed, squeezing your hand in hers.

“I’ll always believe in you, Enid.” You turned to smile at her, hoping she could see how much you loved her in your eyes. You two hadn’t said it yet, but you were convinced that was how you felt about her. “No matter what.” And then, turning your tone more cheery. “Come on, we are gonna be late.”

You pulled Enid into the restaurant, smiling at the awe she had for the place. Truth was, you had been saving up for months to be able to afford a nice dinner here, with it being the only place in town except for the Weathervane, the prices were outrageous. That was the deal with monopolies, you guessed. They could charge whatever and people would still come because there wasn’t any other choice.

“Are you sure?” Enid asked, eyeing the prices on the menu. A tight, pinched expression was appearing in her face. The one that said: I am not worthy. “I can cover my half of the bill, or we could go somewhere else…”

“Yes, Enid. And don’t try ordering a salad and a water.” You threatened. “If you do, I’m going to get up and harass the server to charge your order, and you don’t want to see that.”

“What about…” She scanned the menu, eyes lighting up. “Artichoke soup?” And to no one’s surprise, that was the second-cheapest item on the menu.

“Enid, I know you don’t like soup.” You complained, and did your own review of the menu. “What about steak and fries? I’m getting the pasta a la carbonara, and maybe we could share a dessert?”

“Are you…?” She started to protest, again, and you wanted to throttle her. Didn’t she see you wanted to spoil her?

“Enid!”

“Fine, fine. Tiramisu sounds good.” She agreed.

The food was good, so much it even justified the prices. You felt sorry about badmouthing the place, really. Enid was great company, bright and delighted by the new tastes and textures of the dishes you both tried. You loved the way the mood lighting enhanced her features, reflecting on the shiny shirt she was wearing and surrounding you both in a kaleidoscope of color. You would give anything to live forever in this instant, Enid animated and confident, surrounded by her favorite colors.

“I was thinking… We could watch a movie in my dorm? Wednesday must be out.” Enid said, taking the last few bites of the tiramisu. It seemed like she felt the same, not wanting the date to end. At this moment, your problems seemed far away, in this bubble of yours, nothing could touch you. Not the gruesome murders happening around town, not Wednesday's moods, not Enid's parent's disapproval. It was just the two of you, in the expensive restaurant, surrounded by the rainbows Enid reflected, with the taste of coffee and dessert on your lips. Warm. Safe. Untouchable.

“I would love that!” You answer, maybe too eager. Enid grabs your hand over the table, squeezing gently.

“Want to cuddle you so bad.” Enid says, smiling.”I'm totally putting the Poe Cup next to you in my bed. My two favorite things.”

“Don't you dare!” You laugh. But when Wednesday gets back from her nightly investigation activities, she finds you both curled on the bed, Poe cup between the two. If she covers you both with a blanket, not even Thing dares to say anything.

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f-airytale · 1 year

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xavierthorpe01 · 1 year

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Send in requests for Wednesday characters!

Romantic//Platonic one-shots

⮑ Xavier Thorpe

⮑ Ajax Petropolus

⮑ Tyler Galpin

⮑ Wednesday Addams

⮑ Enid Sinclair

⮑ Bianca Barclay

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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I Have to Follow my Heart

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams Witch!reader

Characters: Addams Witch!reader, Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams, Joseph Crackstone

Briefly mentioned: Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams, Uncle Fester, Thing, Enid Sinclar, Bianca Barclay, Eugene Otinger, Tyler Galpin aka the hyde, Marilyn Thornhill (Laurel Gates)

Warnings: Supernatural fight, reader has visions, powers, mentions of Uncle Fester’s electricity powers, sacrificing oneself (more or less), bits and pieces of the last episode, the battle between Joseph Crackston and Wednesday, Xavier gets reader a phone, friends going through a tough time, Xavier and reader going through the motions of Wednesday’s theory

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At times I wished I had the same emotionless expression as my “cousin.” One might ask why I put air quotes around the word, it’ simple.

Her uncle Fester happened to stumble upon myself and mother’s violin when I was merely three months old during one of his “adventures”.

As I previously said, I wish I could copy her expression, especially now. You slam your journal shut, turning to look at your clock.

You grab your jacket and exit the room, making your way towards Xavier’s art shed. Your mind is blank but thoughts float around your mind, you wonder what it is he wanted to talk to you about.

With Wednesday firmly believing that he is the hyde, it makes you more weary of being alone with him… in the woods but if you can talk to him in his safe space so he doesn’t “totally freak out” as Enid would say, you believe it would do you good.

“Do you believe me?” Xavier spins around to look at you.

You gulp, this is not where you saw this going right after entering the shed. “I don’t- I don’t know,” you say, giving him your honest answer.

“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s either you believe that I’m not the monster or you agree with your cousin,” he hisses out the word you’ve grown accustomed to calling the pigtailed girl.

You ignore his gaze and opt to look at the floor. “I- I,” the thought you had written down in your journal crosses your mind.

“I don’t think you’d do all these things, but you have to admit the evidence she has does make it highly possible for you to be the hyde.”

He furrows his brows, face slowly becoming more void of emotion. “If you really believe that I’m the monster then why are you here?”

You raise your head. “I- I needed to see it for myself.”

“See what?” He asks with a tired tone.

“I- what’s that?” You point over to the sketchbook with a flower bookmark sticking out of it.

“That- that’s nothing. Why is that important now?” He’d never admit it out loud, but he was always impressed with how your attention could be drawn elsewhere within a second, even if it isn’t the most appropriate time for this to happen.

You ignore him and walk over towards it, opening the page to find a drawing of yourself playing your deceased mothers’ violin. You reach for the flower and find yourself thrown into a vision.

How odd, Wednesday’s the one who usually experiences these, at least from what you can remember. It is also weird how whenever she would have one, you would pass out.

Eugene’s screams flood your mind.

The cave where the monster hides is on fire.

The hyde’s wide and red rimmed eyes.

Red boots… red boots?

You wake up, blinking as your eyes adjust to the moonlit room. “How did I get here?”

The numerous footsteps echoing throughout the hallway draw you out of bed.

You open the door and listen to the scared and panicked shrieks of the other students, rushing over towards the railing you find the red aura of the siren song on the lower floors.

Crackstone.

Your head snaps over towards the side. You furrow your brows at the sight of a pale dressed Wednesday, not your cousin but- “Goody?”

She nods. “You must help her.”

“Help who?”

“The key.”

You remember the pigtailed girl mentioning this to you, you know exactly who she’s referring to. “Where is she?”

“I am going to her now, but you must guide her.”

“Guide her? Guide her how?”

“His black heart will end it… I must go to her now.” She starts to disappear.

“No, Goody. Wait!” You sigh and look down.

Bianca’s head snaps up.

You block her song and search for a window. At times like this, you’re happy you’ve climbed the walls of the school.

You stand on the edge of the roof just before the upper hallway where you can see Bianca and a few others. You don’t feel good, something’s going on with the black-haired girl, the urge to scream is on the tip of your tongue but you fight it as you protect the students.

You place a temporary shield around the area, preventing the fire from reaching any of the students and jump down. “Crackstone!”

He turns to you, the evil look in his eye should send shivers down your spine but you don’t let it, not wanting him to harm anyone.

“Another one. How nice.” The revived Joseph Crackstone taunts you.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?”

He aims his magical staff at you, luckily you are able to block it. “I am ridding the earth of you abominations!”

“You’re an abomination too!”

“Lies!”

“Your descendant raised you, brought you back from the dead!”

You spin around, avoiding his magic. “You have magic! You are now the very thing you despise yourself! How can you get rid of what keeps your heart beating at this very moment!”

“I am doing what should have been done years ago.”

“You’re going to die, and your magic will not be able to save you.” You raise your hand, trying to telepathically pull the staff away from him.

“Stay away from her.”

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

The arrow flies past your head, in front of the resurrected man, only for him to use his magic and flip it.

You cannot let it hit him or anyone else and put yourself before him to stop it. You spin around, landing on your back unable to catch your breath.

Xavier runs towards you, lifting your upper body off the ground.

“Get the others out of here,” you tell him once you can breathe again.

“What?” He furrows his brows, mouth curling in disbelief.

“You need to get the other students out of here. We cannot lose anyone else.”

“I don’t-”

“I have to help her,” you whisper.

He helps you up, “I don’t like this idea.”

“Good thing,” you snap the arrow and chuck it onto the ground. “You aren’t going to be here to see the rest of it… be careful.”

“You, too.” You push him away when you sense Joseph aiming the damn staff at you.

You stand beside Wednesday. “We have to aim for his-”

“Heart, yes,” she cuts you off. “I didn’t realize you were aware.”

“Let’s say, seeing the dead does have its perks at times. I expect no tears from you at my funeral.”

“Don’t-”

Xavier turns at her shout, his heart drops.

You run at him as Bianca stabs the man in the back. You rub your hands together, thankful for Fester teaching you how to use his trick now more than ever. You hold him in place and call out for her. “Now, Wednesday!”

She lifts the sword and stabs him in his black heart.

You can’t remove your hands from him, not until he fully disappears even then you fall, eyes closing.

The hands on your shoulders and whoever’s attempting to do CPR bring you out of your quick reenergize nap.

You open your eyes and give three a tired smile.

The artist helps you sit up and continues to hold you even as Wednesday wraps her arms around you.

You smile and kiss the top of her head, letting her know it’s over (you hope, unless Nevermore isn’t done with you all).

She forces herself off you, letting Bianca and Xavier help you up.

You nod to the siren. “Let’s go find the others.”

The four of you walk out of the school, searching for the waiting party.

You lean against the boy throughout the entire walk.

He hasn’t said a word to you, and you don’t know what you could say to him other than, “I’m sorry.”

Enid rushes over to hug your cousin, giving you a moment to talk to him.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I believed you were the very thing that would terrorize the school when I shouldn’t have. I should have followed my heart.”

“I think I can forgive you. I mean, you did take an arrow to the shoulder for me.”

“And I would do it again if it meant I had your trust.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt over my trust.”

“I should have listened to you.”

The corner of his lip’s tugs upward, “yeah, maybe. But now that you’ve saved the school, I think I can understand where you were coming from.”

“No, don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t just brush it off, I know what I did wasn’t the nicest or most respectful thing to do when I’ve known you and have been your friend for three years. I know you; I have for years, and I shouldn’t have let someone else’s theories get into my head to ruin that trust.”

He nods, tucking the hair blocking his view behind his ear. “I’ll take that into consideration.”

Your lips twitch, “that’s all I ask.”

Enid rushes over to you, hugging you not nearly as tightly as your cousin but enough to let you know how much she cares about you.

You leave Wednesday to finish her novel while Thing finishes packing for her. You wonder around, waiting until it’s time to leave.

“The feeling of eyes on me brings a chill up my spine and not in the fun way,” you think. “That would be a good thought to right down when I return to my room.”

You turn, facing the stairs to find him watching you which may be creepy to some, but you find it to be rather sweet.

He waves and leans against the railing.

You walk up the stairs, wanting to talk to him before your dragged out of here. “Are your parents coming to pick you up?”

He shrugs, “probably not… I got you something.”

“Really?” You raise a brow.

“It’s not much but it’ll be faster than the letters." He lifts the lid off the box, showing you your new phone.

“Don’t expect a call,” you inform him, not wanting to hurt his feeling. You must really care about him if you’re taking his feelings into consideration.

“I’m not.”

You squint your eyes at him, “seems you know me well.”

“That and,” he tucks his hair behind his ears. “I know you don’t like new things… at least, until you get the hang of them.”

“I guess we’ll have to see about this then.”

“I believe in you.”

“I trust that you’ll have a normal summer?”

“It might be fun if I get a phone call.”

“Don’t push it.”

He smiles, having a feeling that you’ll learn to use the phone faster to call him. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Fine. I’ve decided to let it heal on its own.”

“No magic?”

“I believe it would be wise to save my energy. I have a feeling we’re just getting started with Nevermore and all it has to offer.” You take the phone out of the box and hold it. “How do you use this dark box you call a phone?”

He chuckles, taking it from you, “why are you calling it a dark box exactly?”

“It’s painfully obvious.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. I already programmed my phone number in here. What exactly you were looking for?”

“I want to send you my aunt Morticia and Uncle Gomez’ address. I will be staying with Wednesday and her family this summer; we believe it would be wise if we stay together.”

“Okay,” he shows you how to use the phone.

“I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to remember all of this.”

“As long as you can turn it on and remember to charge it, you’ll be alright,” he assures you.

“Do you know if you’re ability can work over the phone?”

He shrugs. “I’ve never tried before.”

“Perhaps it could be our summer activity?”

He nods, not at all hiding his smile when you said, “our activity”. It seems as though there’s a chance for him to ask you out in the near future. “Maybe.”

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swimmingwithfish · 1 year

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Wednesday “I was destined to be alone” Addams and Enid “I’m so glad you decided to stay” Sinclar

#wenclair #tell me theyre not meant to be together

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stars-and-birds · 1 year

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Here it is, the Wenclair fic i promised

a few notes: takes place before the rave’n dance. It’s also by me so it’ll probably be cringe. Enjoy :3

Wednesday groaned miserably as she threw her hands over her ears, trying to drown out the horrible noise coming from the other half of her shared room that was making her want to claw her ears out. It was her roommate. Enid Sinclair. Ugh. God, what was it about Enid Sinclair? Ever since she had begun to attend Nevermore, Wednesday wasn’t sure how to feel about her. There was something about her that intrigued Wednesday. Which was… strange. Usually with people like her roommate, Wednesday could never feel anything but disgust and the increasing urge to kill someone. And yet Enid Sinclair seemed to be different. Enid Sinclair with her stupid grin, bright like a thousand suns. Enid Sinclair who was always trying to hug her like she was her favorite person in the world. Wednesday hated hugging. It was a stupid, useless sentiment reserved for disgusting demonstrations of affection for people like her parents. But there was something different about the way Enid Sinclair hugged her, something about Enid herself that sometimes made Wednesday feel… odd. Like an explosion in her chest when the other girl grinned, like a beast waiting to be unleashed if somebody hurt her. But that feeling, and any other positive sentiments for her roommate, were lost at the moment. The only thing she felt was familiar annoyance. Enid Sinclar was playing that dreadful racket that she called music, and it was distracting Wednesday during her writing time. Again. She turned around, glaring at Enid with a look that could wither flowers (it had, actually, in the past). With her oversized blue and pink sweater, the other girl looked like cotton candy. Disgusting. Enid was jumping and waving her arms around like some sort of madman (not the fun kind), grinning that stupid grin of hers and shaking her head up and down aggressively. Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

“What. Are you doing.”

The screeching cacophony came to a halt as Enid glanced over to where Wednesday was seated in front of her typewriter, posture straight as a ruler and her permanent frown etched deeper than usual.

“I’m dancing. Duh.” She paused, thinking for a second. “You know what that is, right?”

Wednesday wrinkled her nose.

“I know what dancing is. I also know that whatever you are doing—” she waved her hand aimlessly at Enid— “Is not dancing.”

Enid rolled her eyes. “Of course it is. Haven’t you ever been on TikTok?” She glanced at Wednesday for only a moment. “Nevermind. Obviously not.” She said, turning away from Wednesday and resuming the infernal rattle screaming from her computer. Wednesday rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted sigh, giving up and attempting to return to her novel. She was trying to focus on the particularly morbid part she had come to, describing an unfortunate death by a slow and deadly poison eating a young woman out from the inside. But it was hard to visualize the details of a gorey and painful demise with Enid’s side of the room practically screaming rainbows from behind her, emphasized by the high pitched voices and accompanied with the other girl’s exaggerated movements. After a mere five painful minutes Wednesday couldn’t stand it. She rose to her feet and stalked over to Enid, stopping at the line that separated Enid’s pastel infested side of the room from Wednesday’s own drab black and gray one. As Enid whirled around in a particularly emphasized spin, her orange and pink skirt twirling like an umbrella, Wednesday caught Enid’s arm in her hand, bringing the other girl to a halt in front of Wednesday.

“If you are going to dance to that terrible commotion,” she said through gritted teeth, pulling the other girl close that they were eye to eye, “at least dance properly.” Enid blinked, processing the situation, then let out an incompressible string of high pitched noises that reminded Wednesday of a small dog. They were very close, Wednesday realized. Close enough that Wednesday could see Enid’s flushed cheeks and glossed lips, scented like strawberries. Close enough for Wednesday to lean in and…

Snap out of it, Addams.

So close, yet an impossible infinity away.

Wednesday drew her eyes away from Enid’s noticeably red face, trying to focus. She placed a hand on Enid’s waist, and intertwined the other with Enid’s own, the scratchy wool of the other girl’s sweater brushing against Wednesday’s skin. Enid's hands were warm and soft, opposite to her own cold ones.

“What… what are you doing?” Enid asked. Her voice was trembling. Wednesday ignored it. She was more than used to people being afraid of her.In fact, she often enjoyed it. So why was this different? Why did being so close to the amalgam of color and enthusiasm that was Enid Sinclair make her feel like ants were crawling in her stomach? She hated this feeling. It made her feel weak and soft. And Wednesday never felt weak. Even less so soft. And if she did become soft, what did that say about her? What would be revealed under her seemingly impenetrable cold shell? She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

“I’m teaching you to dance.” Wednesday said, trying to keep her voice cool. “Correctly.” She said, emphasizing the word with a pointed look. She steadily stepped to the side as a slower but still obnoxiously loud K-pop song began on Enid’s computer. They rocked awkwardly together, shifting to the side and then back again. Enid stumbled a bit, but after a few steps she began to get the hang of it. Wednesday stared determinedly at Enid’s eyes, which seemed to be avoiding her own, almost scared to look up. They swayed in silence. There was something oddly beautiful about it, about them. Suspended in a moment of time for them to share, their true selves revealed with no words spoken. Nothing to hide between them, all unspoken secrets kept. A harmony for the two of them, feelings and complications lost around them to pure stillness. Calm. And there was something about Enid’s eyes. After a while, Wednesday started noticing things about them. Not obnoxiously bright blue like her personality, but a color that held sadness and secrets in its depths. Had they always been like that? The color of clouds on a rainy day, right before the sun comes out. Or the color of someone choking to death. Admittedly… Beautiful. Wednesday didn’t consider a lot of things in this godforsaken world even pretty, and they were all things the average person would find oddly bleak and depressing. Yet Enid was anything but bleak and depressing. She was a bundle of happiness. She was bright, glowing even. There was something about that that scared Wednesday. Scared her, but admittedly compelled her as well. Yet she refused to acknowledge or even be shaken out of her demeanor that she knew so well into the unfamiliar territory of feelings by this glowing bundle of happiness. She was Wednesday Addams. She could stare down a bear and dig a grave with her eyes closed. So when the song ended, she let go of Enid’s waist and hand. Maybe a little too quickly. She turned away, refusing to show any sign of weakness, anything that would give away anything, any feeling other than calm and cool in her face they both knew so well. The two of them stood there in still silence, the tension drawn taught. A single touch could make it snap, unraveling the careful balance between feelings and everything else.

“Boy I, boy, I boy I know, I know you got the feels…”

Wednesday was shocked out of her trance, and a sharp gasp behind her told her Enid had been too. And the balance broke, and they returned to pretending that nothing happened, nothing was between them. Their moment out of time was over.

“Now then,” Wednesday said coldly. Don’t show her emotion. Don’t show her you care. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to return to my work.”

There was no response from Enid, but a second later she could hear the computer shut off, and the music along with it. Wednesday began to click away again, but her thoughts strayed far from the page. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she couldn’t tear her mind away from Enid Sinclair? Enid Sinclair grinning at her like an idiot, Enid Sinclair’s eyes shining beautifully like a freshly sharpened knife, Enid Sinclair… Goddammit. What had Enid Sinclair done to her?

#wenclair #wenclair fanfic #wednesday fanfic #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #enid wednesday #eniday #wednesday netflix #wednesday

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Fangs and Fluff

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclar

Tags: fluff, tension, first kiss, cuddles, Wednesday's love language is violence

Word count: 1.7k

Ao3

A/N: I wonder if we can get over 200 Wenclair fanfics before the show drops? I don't know if we can tbh but I will contribute for sure.

There was endless pacing within the room. It used to bother Wednesday to no end when she first got here. Normally she would have killed the source but in this case it was her roommate Enid who she had grown to tolerate.

As long as she wasn’t bothering Wednesday in her reading and plotting her latest escape attempt it would be fine. And Enid wasn’t that bad overall, she did help her solve the murder mystery and she learned what Wednesday’s boundaries were. But she was so damn on edge right now, it was also getting to Wednesday.

Enid knew all of this because Wednesday had told her about it.

The thing is Enid did this every full moon, she couldn’t help it. She paced back and forth on her side of the room, clenching and unclenching her fists as her claws kept retracting, she growled and snarled and snapped her teeth at nothing to soothe her aching fangs and her wolf ears kept twitching and bending towards Wednesday every time she turned the page in her book or Thing peaked in the room and then ran back out when Enid would glare at him.

“Stop that.” Wednesday commanded, her voice betraying her mind annoyance where her expression remained passive.

“Stop what?” Enid stopped and looked at her, “I’m not doing anything.” Someone was defensive.

Her ears twitched again. Wednesday’s eyes followed their movement. They looked soft. Really soft. She’d noticed them before of course, they would sometimes pop up when Enid was excited or her emotions were heightened. Or now, as this was the best she could do to transform under the full moon and release her pent up energy. And damn was Wednesday curious about them. She’d been fighting off that curiosity for a long time.

It was time to do something about it.

“Enid, come here.” Wednesday put the book down and patted the empty spot on her bed.

Enid chuckled, “So you can finally kill me?”

“If I wanted you dead you would have never survived our first night as roommates. Now don’t make me repeat myself. There’s something I’m curious about.” Wednesday scooted over and bend her legs in a seating position. Then she just waited, not saying a word.

This had to be some kind of trap Enid concluded. But there wasn’t a knife nearby that Wednesday could stab her with. Her instincts weren’t on alert either.

She sat down, on the opposite side of the goth girl, in the same position, her hands in her lap, her ears pointed towards her.

Wednesday looked her over. Enid showed no signs of aggression despite the full moon. She showed no signs of anything except being irritated. Which she apparently solved by endless pacing. As soon as Wednesday was done with this Enid could go back to it.

Enid expected a lot of things from Wednesday. Knifes, words just as sharp, poison, traps, elaborate plans, but never for her to reach out and run her fingers around the base of her ears. The touch lit every cell inside her on fire.

She jumped back and almost hit her head against the wall, “What the fuck?” Her ears pressed flat against her head while Wednesday tilted her head and looked at her offending hands.

“Hm. As I suspected. Soft. Incredibly so.” She commented as if she was a food critic tasting a new dish, or an artist looking over a display piece in a gallery.

“What?” Enid blinked, confused.

“Your ears. I was curious about them.” She had thought it was obvious really.

“Oh.” Enid blushed the same shade as her favorite sweater, “Well you can’t just go around touching a werewolf’s ears you know. They’re very sensitive. You should always ask for permission.”

“Alright. Can I touch your ears?” Wednesday asked, again in her usual deadpan voice, although Enid thought she saw her eyes sparkle for just a moment. Or maybe it was just the full moon getting to her. Yeah, that’s all there was. That’s why it was hot all of a sudden too, it was just the full moon. Nothing Enid couldn’t handle.

“A-Again? Uhm... but it’s...” Why was she so embarrassed? This was just Wednesday. Her roommate and sort of friend. Then again no one’s ever asked her this before and it felt very intimate to her, even if Wednesday was only asking out of some kind of scientific curiosity. “Just a little bit okay? And don’t pull or I’ll rip your throat out.”

“How romantic.” She smiled. Wednesday actually smiled at her. Holy shit. And it wasn’t in a scary, maniacal, gonna-kill-you-now way.

This was bad. Enid’s heart was beating way too fast.

She let out an involuntary squeal when Wednesday touched her ears again. It gave both her and Wednesday pause, “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah. Like I said, they’re sensitive.” Enid closed her eyes to try to get a hold of herself. This proved to be a mistake. With her eyes closed she could feel Wednesday’s clumsy, curious touch better, feel her fingers run through and against the fur, she could smell the shampoo Wednesday used, and ashes and books.

It was driving her mad. She groaned quickly pressed her hand over her mouth, her thumb against her fangs. Her head was spinning as her mind focused on the sensations around her.

She felt Wednesday’s hands fall away and thought she was safe, “Are you alright? Your face is all red. Are you running a fever perhaps?”

Wednesday sounded much closer than before. Enid opened her eyes and found that Wednesday was inches away from her. It was too much, the closeness, the scent, the touch, she needed to get away from it, she needed more. On instinct she pushed forward.

“You smell nice.” Enid growled as she grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders and dug her claws into the girl’s skin. “I want to... I don’t even know. Fuck.” Wednesday stood still as Enid nosed her neck, searching for more of that sweet scent. It made her mouth water, her pupils expand, every hair on her body stood on end.

“That’s enough Enid.” Wednesday frowned when the girl just stood there and shook her head, she didn’t want to leave, “I said enough.” Wednesday pushed on Enid’s shoulder, still she didn’t budge. Fine, plan B then. She grabbed a fistful of Enid’s annoyingly colorful hair and yanked her back as hard as she could.

Enid let out a sound between a howl and snarl as she bared her fangs at the girl in front of her, “You wanna fight Addams?” Normally that move wouldn’t be seen as anything aggressive, just Wednesday trying to move Enid away from her personal space.

And yet her inner wolf was roaring to be let out and play.

“Always. But not with someone who’s struggling to form a single thought. You’d be no fun for me.” Wednesday tugged at Enid’s hair again and this time the werewolf allowed herself to be pulled back just a little. “See?”

“I can still tear you apart.” Enid would have to be extremely dizzy to not notice the way Wednesday’s eyes dropped to her lips when she said that. This girl had the strangest ideas of flirting. “I could leave you shaking and covered in blood. So you might want to let me go before I lose it Addams.”

“What if I want you to? Maybe it would be good for you.” Wednesday scratched the base of Enid’s left ear, making it twitch and flinch under her touch.

“But it wouldn’t be good for you. I can be really dangerous.” Enid leaned in a little closer, her lips almost brushing against Wednesday’s.

“You should have figured it out by now Enid, I love danger.” Their kiss was nothing like Enid would read in books or see in romance movies, there was nothing sweet or soft or tender about it. It was too rough, too needy, too much of them trying to overpower one another, too much of their hands pulling each other closer.

Feeling very bold Enid did something she never did to anyone she kissed before. She bit Wednesday’s lower lip, hard. “Dangerous enough for you?” Enid asked as Wednesday pulled away to lick at her lip. She was bleeding, just a little but still. Oh shit, had she gone too far?

“Not nearly enough I’d say.” Wednesday’s pupils were now almost as wide as Enid’s, her hands lowering down to cup the werewolf’s jaw.

“Freak.” Enid laughed and suddenly had the urge to tackle Wednesday into a hug. And she would have if she didn’t think it would result in an actual stabbing. That she did not want to do, it would really break the mood.

“Pup.” Wednesday laughed back, and it made warmth bloom inside Enid’s chest. She went in for another kiss only to have Wednesday’s hand stop her. If she was a less mature person she would have licked her palm in retaliation. “Not so fast. I have no plans of getting mauled by a pent up werewolf. While I absolutely despise the idea of courtship I know my parents would except nothing less. Therefore I expect an invitation to a date by sometime tomorrow.”

Enid blinked slowly. Was she hearing this right? Why was Wednesday talking about her parents? Did she plan on taking Enid to meet them? But it was too soon for that. “But... the full moon is tonight. What am I supposed to do?”

“You could start by lending me your shoulder to rest my head on while I read. Disgusting I know but you seem to crave closeness. And if I was taught anything by my parents it is that a relationship requires a mutual give and take.” She scooted away and back up against the bed frame. Enid was by her side in a manner of seconds, handing her the book she was reading, “Hm, perhaps we could play fetch sometime.”

“Don’t push it.” Enid slowly put one arms around Wednesday’s hip and pulled her close. “How are you so damn cold? The temperature in the room is always the same.”

“It’s an Addams thing. You’ll get used to it.” Again, there was a lot Wednesday was implying here but Enid knew better than to bother her when she was focused on reading. Yet this was a surprisingly good outcome for them both, one that neither of them saw coming when they first met. It was perfect, Enid wouldn’t change a thing.

Except maybe figuring it out sooner but the two had plenty of time to make up for it.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair

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timesnewnoir · 1 year

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wednesday keeping that sword as souvenir

b/w under the cut

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclar #wenclair #romeo draw

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streaminn · 10 months

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GUYS, WRITER ANON WROTE ANOTHER BANGER WENCLAIR ONESHOT

ITS WRITER WEDNESDAY AND MUSE ENID SINCLAR!!

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zoe-is-amazingg · 1 year

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Like I said, my requests are open, and I really need inspo cuz I’m getting writers' block. (I can deny any request)

I write - Smut, Fluff, Angst, song requests, headcannons, between character ships (Again, some I will deny) and anything else that doesn’t come into the list below.

I will not write - Incest, shit with huge age gaps, anal sex, anything painful that’s past the point of being pleasurable, anything with animals (Sex wise) (Faux Fur and shit is ok), Anything with dead people (Again, sex wise.)

People I write for (People I have in bold are people I will most definitely write)

Outer Banks

- JJ Maybank

- Rafe Cameron

- John B Routledge

- Pope Heyward

- Sarah Cameron

- Kie Carrea

Scream Universe

- Ethan Landry

- Billy Loomis

- Stu Macher