#enid hastings

[hopelesssheaven]

some of my fav wlw ships <3 (not including yellowjackets)

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[doboosh]

“Cara mia, don’t you trust me?”

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

• Wednesday and reader get into a fight, it becomes heated in more ways than one.

Warnings(?) Wednesday (she’s a warning), cursing, violence, oral (fem receiving), bondage, chocking, mommy kink(?), dom/sub dynamic, dom!Wednesday, knife play, begging, overstimulation, and more..

I am not aware of the age of the characters so go make it safer they are all aged up to 18.

Please do not read if you are under 17!

Please enjoy!!

You didn’t understand what was so unlikeable about you to Wednesday.

You had always been friendly to people, always greeting people with a handshake and a smile, a brief hug to people you knew, coddling and smothering your friends with all the love you have to give.

You’re grateful enough that Wednesday even tolerates you to be around her, when you laugh a bit too loud by her side she doesn’t snap you a murderous look and leave, she tolerates it.

That’s all she does though, tolerates.

You’re not going to lie to yourself and say that this girls aura and cold gaze didn’t bring fluttering to your insides, make your mind reel in ways you may think you’d been drinking, drive your poor heart out it’s cage when she’s nearby. You have major feelings for Wednesday Addams.

The only problem is, the only way you can show that, is by upping the physical touch to a different level.

I mean, literally a different level, attempting to hold hands with the girl whenever you are walking to class, trying to hug her whenever you stop by her shared dorm room, pushing yourself into her when you hear a funny joke, sitting by her to talk to her, even when she doesn’t respond. Every time, you are rejected.

You can tell too, that it’s starting to aggravate her, you can tell by the way she snaps her dark eyes your way when you intercept her imaginary bubble.

Today though, you pushed it too far.

-

“Wednesday! Enid!” You yelled from across the yard, rushing to the pair of girls with haste.

“Y/n! Hi!” Enid giggles, opening her arms for one of your reoccurring bear hugs. Swinging each other back and forth when you finally dive into her.

Wednesday’s eye twitches a bit at the sight, though neither of you notice.

As you pull apart you watch as Enid’s eyes light up, still giggling. You smile a bit wider at the fact. “Did you hear about the accident one of the students made in one of their classes?” She asked, “We get to get out of the rest of our classes for the rest of the week!”

“Enid it’s Thursday, that’s not saying a lot” you giggle.

“I agree, I think it’s silly that a unintelligent students mistake-“ Wednesday buts in, “puts our time and our studies to his foolish consequences” she finishes, her cold gaze unnervingly still, as she huffs out a breath of slight anger.

You smile slightly, “Aw is poor Wednesday upset?,” you joke, as you reach to bring her into a hug.

She steps away from you and her lip slightly curls, “don’t touch me, I will indefinitely snap each one of your fingers off and then your neck”

You stutter a bit, she’s getting snappier too. You compose yourself and give a small smile, “Sorry Wednesday, you know I can’t help but try”

Wednesday merely scowls and turns away, leaving to either her dorm room, or to a hide out spot.

Your heart stings a bit, and your smiles drops as you turn to Enid. “What am I doing wrong? Is it me? Does she even like girls?”, you stutter as you start to bite at your nails.

“You’re not doing anything wrong!” Enid insists, holding your face softly, “that’s just how she is, you know that” she smiles genuinely.

“Hey I’ll tell you what,” the blonde haired girl continues, “I’m having a sleepover with Yuko tonight, how about you stop by my dorm and talk with Wednesday? You can’t keep hiding your feelings.”

You stare at her wide eyed, “no, no no no no, I am not confessing to her Enid!” You screech, “I can’t, I won’t”

“Please Y/n, for your sake, please” she begs, holding onto your hands as they dropped from your mouth.

You wanted to say no, to tell her to stop, but you knew this wasn’t healthy. May as well confess and get rejected than pin on a girl you have no chance on. So you agreed, you’ll tell her tonight.

-

This was a bad idea.

You can feel your breathing deepen as your stand outside Enid and Wednesday’s dorm. Your palms are sweating and you heartbeat is flying through the roof.

You slowly take a shuddering breath, put a smile on your scared face, and open the door.

“Wednesday?” You call out as you trudge through the doorway, “hey, can I talk to you?”

You see the girl in front of her typewriter and you can’t help but stop. Your breathing hitches as you look at her. She’s absolutely breathtaking to you.

The girl though, doesn’t respond. Still typing away.

“Wednesday?” You chuckle a little, “I know you can hear me”

Your taunting tone seems to make her stop, but she doesn’t look at you.

“Leave me alone, y/n. I’m not in the mood.” She says in her monotone voice.

“Wednesday I’m serious I really need to tell you something” you say, walking towards her. You barely make it into the middle of the room before she stand up and turns to you.

“Y/n, I am not Enid, I do not enjoy your presence. I don’t want hugs, or to hold hands, or for you to touch me right now. It is absolutely revolting, you are revolting. You’re voice is too high pitched at times and I swear to my dead ancestors that it rings at a pitch only dogs can hear. Leave me alone”

Your heart shatters.

You’ve been here before, you’ve had someone you like tell you this. Saying that’s why they can’t be with you.

You’re too much, they said.

This hurts worse, much worse. Coming from the mouth of a sickeningly gorgeous girl in front of you, her beautiful raven hair in her braids, her eyes burning with anger but still so likable non the less.

You made a mistake as well. Your mask dropped. Your smile dropped. Your heart dropped. Your tears, dropping down your cheeks.

“How.. dare you,” you seethe.

Wednesday’s eyes widen a bit, you’re not smiling? Why aren’t you smiling? You always smile.

“How dare you talk to me like that, Wednesday I know you’re not Enid, I know that. I’m sorry that I’m a physical person, that’s how I show my love, I’m not good with words like you are. Hah! Who am I kidding, you barely speak to anyone! I have tried to show you through actions how I feel about you! I’m sorry I’m just so annoying that you can’t stand my presence!” You scream, tears flooding down your cheeks.

Wednesday internally panics, you weren’t supposed to cry.

“I try to respect your boundaries! I really do, but it’s hard to especially when I have feelings for you! I want to be near you all the time, don’t you think it’s painful for me? I know you don’t like me and yet I still try only to get rejected over and over! God you are so blunt! You know I came here to confess to you, to apologize for my actions as well!” You sob, yelling at the girl in front of you.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment because of the feeling of some snot leaking from your nose, but your anger overpowers that.

Wednesday heart stutters for two things, her feelings are reciprocated, but she found out because you’re angry, crying, seething at her.

You stop, and take a deep breath in, your eyes hardening as you look at her. “Fine.” You snap, “you don’t like me? Then I won’t talk to you, I won’t try to push you anymore. That’s a promise Wednesday, a promise”

With that you storm out of the room, heading to your own bed.

You send a text to Enid, summarizing what happened. Not bothering to answer her, “oh my god are you okay?” Or her “I’m sorry”

On the other hand, Wednesday is still standing where she was when you left. Thing coming to her side to see if she’s alright.

For the first time in Wednesday Addams’ life, she almost screams. Screams for you to come back, and to let her hold you, to let her kiss you.

She didn’t mean what she said, she’s just been aggravated with everything happening. The Hyde, the murders, everything.

She nearly feels a tear slip.

She will make this up to you, she will win you back.

-

It’s been 2 days since you talked or interacted with Wednesday.

Of course you’re still talking to your friends, Enid, Xavier, Ajax.

You’ve gotten a lot closer to Xavier, he’s been helping you feel better. Taking you to paint and draw with him, and actually listening to your feelings.

“You don’t have to put on the mask around me,” he had said to you, “you deserve to feel the things your feeling”

-

Wednesday has never felt this much turmoil in her life, seeing you talk, hug, and smother other people, especially Xavier. Made her want to commit unforgivable offenses.

She wanted you to smother her. She wants you to hug her, to try to hold her hand, to bump her when you found a joke funny.

You. She wants you.

She had talked to Enid, they devised a plan together. Enid had known for a while that Wednesday has feelings for you. That’s why she pushed you to confess.

-

“She’s staring at you again” Xavier whispered to me, getting close to my ear, “she looks murderous”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “she has no right, she’s the one that said she wanted to be alone. I’m giving her what she wanted”

You couldn’t help but want to turn around, because truly, you missed her.

You turned towards Xavier, you watched as a devilish smile lit his face, “how about we make her mad?”

You grew confused, “mad? How?” You smirked slowly.

“Of course, with your consent, I kiss you. Maybe it’ll make her snap, or something” he suggested, his eyes sparking up mischievously.

Your breath spiked, not because you haven’t kissed anyone, you’ve kissed people before.

It was the fact that, if Wednesday did snap? What would she do.

Would she do something to you? Hopefully

You shuddered at the thought and smiled, “let’s do it, I’m serious, let’s do it” you giggled, Xavier’s eyes widened for a split second but then nodded.

“Okay just wait a couple minutes, I’ll do it by surprise”

You nodded and continued talking to him.

-

Oh how Wednesday wanted to rip his head off and feed it to the starving vultures that lurked by her home.

“Wednesday? Are you even listening, I’m trying to get my otp together right now” Enid huffed, throwing her arms in the air.

Wednesday glanced at her and then went back to watching the two of you.

“Look listen I know you’re mad, you like her a lot bu- oh my god”

Red

Wednesday saw red

Xavier has grabbed your face, her loves face, and kissed you.

You are hers, she is yours.

Wednesday got up immediately, ignoring Enid’s calls behind her and strutted up to you.

You didn’t know he’d do it so soon, you were so surprised at the quickness, and even more surprised at the violent grabbing of your arm.

You were yanked away and pulled behind Wednesday Addams herself.

“Touch her again and I will personally cut out your tongue and sacrifice your still living body” she seethed, she looked angry, well as angry as her stoic face can get.

She turned to you and pulled you away, dragging you to wherever she may murder you at.

That’s what you were thinking at least.

You were going to die at the hands of the girl you would kill for.

Lovely

You don’t know how you two got to the dorm room so quick, but before you know it you were being shoved into the room and onto to the bed.

You gasped as she threw you into the intended comfortable mattress, her eyes boring into yours with such fire that you swear you felt yourself get a little turned on.

She grabbed your face in her hand roughly, pulling you closer to hers.

“I am done with this cara mia, you will not ignore me anymore, you will not play with boys in front of me, and I am not going to isolate my feelings for you any longer”

You swear you could’ve died right then and there, she wasn’t raising her voice but each word sent a wave to your insides. You nearly moaned.

“Y/n L/n, I have very strong feelings for you. So strong that if your wish was for me to pull out my internal organs and let a wolf feast upon them, I would. If you were to ask me to carve your name upon every inch of my skin I would.”

That’s sweet.. in a way. You were still turned on, no disclosing that

She trails her free hand to the front of your chest, and her face gets impeccably closer.

“Tell me you still want me cara mia, tell me you feel the same and that I haven’t ran you off” she breathes, and I shiver.

“I do Wednesday, I do”

With those words, she pulls you into her lips. Cold and soft. Pillowy and rough. Heaven and hell all in one. This was your demise. She was your demise.

You moan into her mouth and she takes that as the opportunity to kiss you deeper. Her other hand grabbing at your breast with such haste that it scared you.

She pulled apart, “I am going to ravage you, ruin you for anyone else, you are mine. Don’t you trust me, cara mia?” She breathes into your mouth and your mind is so fogged that all you can do is nod.

She discards of her clothes and that’s when you lose it, you could almost feel your pupils dilate by looking at her.

You reach for her, and she allows it. You grasp at her skin and kiss her everywhere you can. Kissing upwards from her stomach to her neck. Suckling and biting when you get there.

She pulls on your hair and tuts, “so carnivorous, you’re already getting greedy mi vida”

She undressed you slowly, leaving kisses whenever she takes off a piece of clothing. You sigh and lay back onto the bed when she finally takes off your panties, pressing kisses to your thighs and near you heat.

“I haven’t had lunch today mi amor, but it seems you’ve kept this all for me” she murmured loud enough against your skin, following with a long lick to your heat.

The moan you let out could very much be audible to anyone outside the walls, so Wednesday fixes that, she shoved your own underwear into your mouth.

“If you’re good, I’ll take it out, you’re a good girl for me? Aren’t you mi corazon?” She smirks, as she dives back down.

You swear you’ve seen the gods, every god ever known.

She was absolutely ravishing you, drinking you up like a vampire starved, and your eyes roll back as she inserted two of her cold digits into you, curling and thrusting them into your body.

You’re glad she put your panties into your mouth, you couldn’t stop screaming.

Your legs started to lock up, and you reached for Wednesday’s head. Grabbing whatever you could until she locked her free fingers with yours, still drinking you in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out a muffled scream. Body spasming uncontrollably as you finally snapped.

Wednesday didn’t stop though, no, instead she got more vicious. Almost like a monster.

Your body couldn’t stop shaking, your back arching as you still screamed behind the fabric in your mouth.

One high after another hit you, until finally, when she was satisfied, she pulled away. Wiping her chin as she scarily smiled at your face.

She kissed her way up your body again, taking the panties out of your mouth to replace them with the fingers she used on you, “clean them off for me my love, clean mommy up”

You swirled your tongue around her digits and moaned, locking eyes with the raven haired girl.

Her eyes were so dark, but you could see her pupils dilate even more than they had been.

She pulls her fingers out of your mouth, and replaces it with her lips, lavishing you and pulling you as impeccably close as she can.

It’s driving her crazy, the closeness of your bodies without any barrier.

Your eyes shut as you kiss her, that is until you hear a sharp ‘shink’ of an object, you open your eyes to see Wednesday holding a knife to the side of your head.

Your heart races for the millionth time that day, and you feel yourself get hornier as she whispers in your ear, “cara mia, let me mark you”

You moan as she sits up from your body, your warmth. She takes the knife to her thigh, carving your first name into the soft flesh. She doesn’t wince, or show any emotion as she does so. She just stares you in the eyes and smiles.

You get up as well, and present your own thigh to her.

She kisses a spot on your inner thigh, sucking a hickey right by her spot, and carves her name into your skin.

It should hurt, it really should.

All you can focus on though, is her face.

After she’s finished she licks away any blood, kissing you over the incisions.

“So beautiful, so so beautiful” she whispers.

Her eyes look over you with softening love, you’ve never seen her like this.

“Wednesd-“ you start, but she grabs your throat

“No my love, I love the way you say my name, but not in this moment, call me something else” she taunts, dragging her hand over your nipples.

“My love.. mommy, let me return the favor please, I want to taste you so bad” you whimper

“No mi vida, no this is about you. I made mistake, let me make it up to you” she murmured lovingly, stroking your cheek softly.

She grabs both of your wrists and grabs her tie off of the floor, and tying your wrists to her bed frame. Securely.

She linked herself with your legs and waist and started to ride you. The three you head back as she grasped onto your leg for stability. The two of you feeling an extreme amount of pleasure as your moans went higher. Wednesday even letting out a couple of noises herself.

“I’m sorry y/n” she gasped as she picked up her speed, once again, even with the ache between your legs you could feel the coil beginning to snap, “I’m so sorry I acted that way towards you, I do have feelings for you, I can’t breathe around you, I can feel my heart flying out of my chest whenever you are near me”

You grasp onto her hips, you beginning to rock with her as well.

“I want to be in a relationship with you mi amor, I want to love you, kill for you. I want you to find everything you need within me” she continues as she felt her own high coming, “please give me a chance my love”

You gasp, trying to get air as she rocked into you, “of course, you couldn’t push me away even if you tried” you said between breaths of air.

With those words, both of you finish simultaneously.

Wednesday slumps over your leg with a small moan, her body shaking, as you cry out and grab for her body.

When you both catch your breath, she lays herself down beside you, bringing you into her arms and kissing your head.

You pick your head up and kiss her softly, she reciprocated with just as much gentleness. Cradling your face in her hands and she smiles into the kiss.

“Does that mean we’re dating now” you giggle, sinking your head into her neck. Breathing her in.

She nods, “I suppose it does, cara mia”

With that you sink into a deep sleep, Wednesday putting you under the covers only to snuggle up beside you.

Maybe it wasn’t a mistake.

-

Meanwhile.

“They’ve been gone for a long time” Ajax whispers to Enid, who looks mortified.

“Sh” she snaps “don’t say anything”

The two boys purse their lips and nod.

“Should we go-“ Xavier starts, “I said SH” Enid snaps again.

On the inside Enid is ecstatic. Mortified? Yes, but so so happy.

-

Thank you all for reading, I’m up for criticism because not only is this my first time writing fan fiction but my first time writing smut. So give me advice please!!

I’m open to requests! I’ll do a list of fandoms I know of! But once again, thank you!

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[zombieunicorngamerzu]

“HEAT WEEK”

(Warnings - Aged up characters to 18, Werewolf heats, threesome, Dom Wednesday, GIP switch Enid, breeding, penetration, p n v, anal, love confessions, soft to rough sex, strapons)

The last thing you expected today was to have your door knocked on while you were studying, plus it was a Saturday, there were no classes and you didn’t really have any friends, you were more of a loner that people liked.

Getting up from your bed with a look of slight confusion on your face as you walked to the door and opened it you were more than surprised at a slightly disheveled looking Wednesday, which was shocking because Wednesday always looked perfect, but now she seemed… nervous Mabye?

“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” She spoke with the same monotonous voice she usually does, only it was hinted with a haste.

You just raised a brow, opening the door for her to come in, “Okay?” you drew out your words to try to emphasize your confusion as Wednesday walked past you without a glance before stopping in the middle of your room to speak, “Do you know what season it is?”

Her question stunted you mentally, it was so random so you just answered, “Fall?”

She just scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Yes, it’s fall but also it’s mating season for the werecreatures.”

Your eyes widened in acknowledgment before your let out a auditable, “Ohhh…” before speaking again with a sorry smile, “You struggling with Enid?”

Wednesday frowned immediately, crossing her arms in defense, “Absolutely not, I can take care of my lover perfectly fine, exceptionally actually… which is why I came here.” She nodded with a sigh before looking up at you.

You were even more confused now, “What do I have to do with your love life?”

“Y/N, are you really so dumb?” Wednesday sighed out in annoyance as she rubbed the bridge of her nose, she wasn’t good with acts of affection or confessions so she just said it how it was, “Both me and Enid want you to come to our dorm to have a threesome and possibly explore a relationship after that.”

You froze, Jesus Christ that was blunt. But that’s what Wednesday was if anything, blunt and well- honest to you at least. It came as a shock, both Enid and Wednesday did treat you well when you came across them, you just didn’t leave your room much or speak with anyone, but you didn’t know they liked you. Mabye you should have learned from the heart eyes from Enid and the gifts from Wednesday at your doorstep every Friday.

“You like me?”

Wednesday just nodded and stepped forward to gently take your hand in hers, “Yes, okay? I do, is it that hard for your thick skull to comprehend that someone could like you?”

You swallowed at the closeness and her words, blushing at how close she was now, looking up at you, her lips inches from here as she stared at your lips before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours.

You kissed her back tenderly before pulling away slightly with a blush, speaking so soft, “Thank you.”

Wednesday just smirked, “Don’t thank me yet, come on, Enid’s gonna break out of those ropes and come find us herself if I take too long.” Wednesday spoke out before pulling you out of your dorm room and practically dragging you to hers.

As soon as you got in the door the first thing you say was Enid naked on her side of her room that was decorated with adorable items and colors, she was tied with her hands up against her headboard, her chest heaving, her body sweaty, and her cock painfully hard, her hips bucking with need as she whined through a muzzle Wednesday must have put on her.

“You put a muzzle on her?” You look at Wednesday who shrugged, “She’s a biter when she’s in heat, so unless you want her teeth sinking into you, the muzzle stays on.” She spoke firmly making Enid whine pathetically from the bed, your eyes flickering to hers. As soon as you met her eyes your expression softened, “It’s okay, Enid, I’m right here.” You spoke through your mind, that was your powers, telepathy, and other things being a witch entailed.

“Take your clothes off.” Wednesday interrupted your thoughts with her order, making you jump before blushing as you nodded timidly, hesitating enough for both Enid and Wednesday to notice, surprisingly enough as you were distracted Wednesday must have untied and unmuzzled Enid because the next thing you knew gentle hands went over yours that were clinging to your shirt.

“Y/N, if you don’t wanna do this I understand.” Enid spoke so gently as she took your hands in hers with a soft smile, she was still sweating and panting with need, clearly uncomfortable, and yet all she cared was your comfort.

You shook your head, “N-No, it’s not that, I just- I don’t really like the way my body looks.” You admitted shamefully, it was your deepest secret, you struggled with a eating disorder and bad body image issues your whole life, making you either binge or starve, so sometimes you were curvier and other times you were thinner, you were kinda in the middle right now but it still made you feel self conscious.

“Y/N, your beautiful, how can you even think stuff like that!” Enid looked so shocked, even Wednesdays eyes widened from where she stood behind her. Wednesday was extremely hard to read but now that she just heard you practically say you hated yourself, it only made her love for you grow as she stepped forward, “Cara Mia, you are one of the most beautiful women I have come across and I mean that in many ways, you are genuine, authentic, you don’t care what others think of you, you are always trying your best, and your body… Cara Mia, if you hate it, I adore it.”

Your eyes watered a little bit at both of them, you thought you were just coming here to fuck, but no, their actually saying sweet things enough to make you almost cry, wiping your eyes before Enid took your hands to pull them down and kissed both of your cheeks, “Your so pretty, Y/N, will you let us show you how pretty we think you are?” She asked with a adorable little smile.

With both of their reassurance, especially Wednesday’s you felt better about about letting them both undress you, Wednesday’s gentle pull of your shirt above your head while Enid Kneeled down to take off your bottoms, sliding the fabric down your thighs while practically drooling with the need she felt for you but she knew she had to look up at Wednesday for permission, “Wednesday please, can I?” Enid pleaded.

Wednesday just rolled her eyes with a nod at Enid’s eagerness before Enid was burying her face between your thighs, making you gasp as she darted out her tongue in a long lick through your wet folds, making you shutter, but Wednesday held you up. You could only moan and thread your fingers into Enid’s hair while she worked her tongue back and forth against your clit, “Fuckkk, Enid- I-Oh my god…” You whimpered out, making Wednesday smirk, husking out as she looked down at Enid, “Yeah, good at using that tongue isn’t she? Like a mutt.”

You shuttered at the whiney moan Enid let out against your clit at a Wednesday’s degradation, watching as Wednesday pushed Enid closer to your cunt when she saw you start to shake, practically barking orders at Enid, “Don’t you dare fucking stop until she comes or you won’t be tonight at all.”

Enid whimpered at the thought of not being able to cum, her tongue definitely worked quicker, her cock throbbing painfully, leaking pre-cum all over the floor as she ate you out with vigor, making you shake before you were tensing with a loud cry at the rough feeling of Enid’s tongue dragging back and forth over your clit before she sucked, making your eyes roll back with a moan as you came, and Enid licked up every drop.

“That’s it mutt, clean up her mess, good girl.” Wednesday muttered before shoving Enid away from you, barking an order to get back on the bed as she snapped, making Enid whimper and obey immediately before Wednesday turned your head, her eyes softer as she glanced at your lips and kissed you before pulling back, “You ready for more, sweet girl?”

God… you were getting whiplash at Wednesdays mood swings, just nodding dumbly as you leant your head back on her shoulder. She guided you over to the bed, making sit back against her bare chest with her sitting behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as she kissed your shoulder and explored your skin, squeezing your breasts, stroking your hips, rubbing your stomach before sliding her hand down further to touch your clit, making you gasp from the sensitivity, but she soothed you with a kiss to the shoulder, “Shhh… Cara Mia, let me have my turn.”

You whined when you felt Wednesday’s fingers dip down to your entrance, you were wet, but most of all sensitive, moaning as she pushed a finger and then two inside you, working them at a steady pace, jerking her hand with her palm rubbing your clit, fingers curling repeatedly against that sweet spot deep inside you… gods… she played you like she played her violin, and you were singing all the right cords, your orgasm building quick until it slammed into you harder than the last, crying out as you arched and shook, Wednesday’s moan sounding out in your ear as she felt you clench around her fingers and soak them with your cum, a smirk on her face as she praised you, “Good girl…”

You were a trembling mess when she slowly pulled her fingers out, you didn’t know if you could take more, but you knew more was coming when Enid scooted up, leaning over you to kiss you deep and tender before pulling back with a soft anxious voice, “Tell us if your uncomfortable, okay?” You just nodded with a soft shaky sigh, looking down to see Enid’s cock looking painfully hard, dripping pre-cum, speaking out softly, “It’s okay, I-I want you, i-I want you both.”

The smile that grew on both of their faces made your heart melt, Enid looked at Wednesday once again for permission which she responded by nodding and kissing your shoulder, mumbling out, “Fuck her good babygirl, make her cry for us.” The tone in which Wednesday husked that out made a shiver go down your spine before you were caught off guard by Enid sliding her tip against your slit, making you jerk with a gasp before Wednesday’s pulled you back more firmly against her, “Don’t squirm, Cara Mia, just focus on the pleasure.”

You nodded before closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of Enid’s cock slowly stretching your hole, groaning out a moan of pleasure as she started to push in slowly, Enid’s sweet whiney moan sounding out as she whimpered at your heat, pumping her hips with quick breaths, biting her lip as she shuttered, “Oh God… Oh my God! Wednesday, she feels so good, oh fuck..” Enid sounded like she was about to cry, you stroked her back and that made her shiver with a growl of pleasure as she shoved in deeper, her cock filling you up, every inch stretching your tight cunt around her before she started a punishing pace.

You whimpered and whined as you held onto Wednesdays hand while Enid pounded into you, her hands on your hips to keep you pinned down as she slammed her cock into you at a ravishing pace, the stretch around her thick cock, the fullness, the feeling of her grazing against your gspot every time she thrusted, it was building you up quick, your moans getting lower and more primal along with Enid’s growls made Wednesday moan as she slipped her hand down to rub her own clit, her eyes locked on you two as Enid fucked you ruthlessly.

It was clear all three of you were getting close by the sounds of your moans, you saw Enid struggle her page getting sloppy before she pleaded out, “Wednesday, please, please can I cum in her, please!” The sound of her begging to cum in you made you groan out, the thought of feeling her seed squirt and fill inside you made you cry out and cum on the spot, which in return made Enid cry out in surprise as she thrusted in deep, cum shooting inside you faster than Enid could squeal as Wednesday moaned out shakily at the sight and sounds, all three of you finishing together, trembling, panting, whining, whimpering, or moaning…

It took a few minutes for things to calm before Wednesday spoke out in monotone, “Enid, did you just cum without my permission?” The silence was deafening, Enid’s face pressed against your breasts as you felt her tremble and whimper out, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Wednesday just scoffed before sitting up, getting up to slap Enid on the ass which made her Yelp and buck into you again, making you whine from the fullness already, you we’re already spilling cum out around Enid’s cock all over the sheets.

“Stay.” Wednesday ordered Enid as she got up, you watched her walk over to the dresser with soft moans as Enid grinded against you to continue your pleasure, Wednesday pulling out a thick strapon with a bottle of lube which only made Enid whine, “Wednesday please…”

“Shut up.” Wednesday barked as she strapped it on and walked back over slowly, settling behind Enid while she was still inside you before you noticed this whole time Enid had been wearing a buttplug, listening to Enid whimper and feeling her shiver and twitch inside you with a groan as Wednesday pulled it out of her to replace with the tip of her lubed up cock, her voice dark, “Your gonna keep fucking our precious girl while I…”

Wednesday rubbed her hand over Enid’s soft ass, slapping it harshly which made Enid Yelp louder before she cried as Wednesday shoved her cock in her ass. Enid clung to you like a lifeline, whimpering as she started to thrust so she had to meet Wednesday as she fucked into Enid, making her cry, “Wednesday…” She laughed at Enid’s crying before kissing her back and thrusting harder which made Enid lurch as you felt her cock twitch inside you as she screamed, cumming again so hard inside you, feeling her cum fill you until you were achingly full, Wednesday ramming her hips into Enid’s ass as she came before moaning herself at the sight, her voice breathless… “Fuck, we’re doing this more often.”

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[talesofesther]

sweet calamity | ch 9

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that’s destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it’s easier said than done.

A/N: Softest Wednesday ever and I hope she's not too out of character lol (but cut her some slack, girl's in love c'mon). Was listening to this while writing. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 8 here

"So here's something interesting that happened last night," Enid started, teasing hinting at her tone.

You gripped a little tighter onto the straps of your backpack.

"I get back from my date with Ajax, and Wednesday greets me with a goodnight, even asking if my date was enjoyable."

You hummed at her words, kicking a pebble from the stone path you were walking on. Last night's snowfall left its mark on the gardens, white snowflakes were still clinging to some of the trees around you; there was frost on the grass; mist in the air. The scenery was worthy of a painting.

"Why is that interesting?" You eventually asked.

"She never asks me about my dates," Enid exclaimed, "like ever." Taking hold of both your arms, the werewolf stopped you in your tracks and came to stand before you, forcing you to look up at her.

"She looked happy. Unusually happy," Enid narrowed her eyes at you, wolfish grin on her lips, "did something happen while I was out?"

Sometimes, Enid was too smart for her own good. You wanted to share her enthusiasm, tell her all about last night — how hearing Wednesday play gave you goosebumps, how her lips left you breathless — yet you found yourself hesitating. Everything felt too fragile.

You chuckled humourlessly, squirming under her hold. You could feel your face heating up, "nothing happened, we just hung out for a while."

Enid audibly groaned as she rolled her eyes, "come on, I saw you two dancing at the Rave'n, didn't you finally admit your obvious love for each other?"

You frowned, lips hovering open as you connected the dots, feeling your stomach lurch with apprehension. You answered her question with another, that you felt you already knew the answer to; "was that your doing by any chance?"

"Of course," Enid told you animatedly, "Wednesday was giving me her usual 'I don't do feelings' speech and hurting both you and herself in the process, I had to talk some sense into her," she scrunched her brows, taking on a serious tone, "don't tell her I said that though."

"Oh," you breathed. You're not sure why it bothers you. To think Wednesday would do something against her will was foolish, at best; but the last thing you wanted was for her to feel like she has to be with you.

"So," Enid dragged the word, pink cheeks molded by her pinkier snood, "no special moments last night?"

"W-well, we-" you stumbled, "I mean, she-"

"Enid!"

You closed your eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief upon hearing Wednesday's voice. She walked up to you and Enid with haste, backpack held by one shoulder, scarf snug around her neck, and her black beanie pushing down her bangs. She looked worthy of a painting too.

"Wednesday," Enid turned to her best friend, bouncing on her heels with glee, "we were just talking about you."

"Thrilling," the Addams girl deadpanned, glancing between you and Enid before settling on the latter, "I'll need my partner back now."

To say Enid lit up like a damn Christmas tree would be an understatement. Your heartbeat skyrocketed at the words too, before you remembered what exactly she was talking about.

Enid emitted some kind of excited noise — undoubtedly already planning your wedding; "your partn-"

"We're partners in fencing," you cut her off before she could create a scene you probably wouldn't be able to escape too soon. After your little incident with Bianca, Wednesday made sure no one but she was partnered up with you in fencing. How she accomplished that, you preferred not to know. And if anyone as much as whispered about her going easy on you when sparring, they'd receive the complete opposite treatment.

"Yes, and class started two minutes ago," Wednesday said, pointedly raising an eyebrow at you and your lack of time management.

You mouthed a sorry to her, offering a soft smile.

"You guys are no fun," Enid mumbled to herself, hugging her sweater closer to her body.

Cold air bit at your fingertips and you stuffed your hands in your pockets. Part of you could sympathize with Enid's frustration, you and Wednesday have been dancing around each other for a while, and then she finally kisses you and… and now you find yourself holding back, afraid to let your guard down.

You're still not sure what to call what she is to you. It's not like you and Wednesday are the epitome of healthy communication.

It's almost like she feels your discomfort, "let's go, I don't like waiting," Wednesday grumbled, half extending her hand out for you, giving you the chance to choose whether to take it or not.

The way you were so quick to reach for her was second nature, softly taking her hand in yours. "See you later, Enid."

"Bye lovebirds," the werewolf sweetly said, starting to walk in the opposite direction, "don't forget what we talked about yesterday, Wednesday."

"How could I? You've hammered the idea into my brain," Wednesday huffed, but Enid was already out of earshot, which left only you to grin at her words.

It was new and fragile, but maybe also just the way it was supposed to be. Maybe it was simpler than your overthinking self made it out to be — you were focused on your feet, trusting Wednesday to lead your way with her hand securely around yours.

The comfortable silence stretched for a few moments, until you reached the end of the gardens and walked inside Nevermore's walls. It felt nice to feel normal for a change; two normal girls too shy and too in love to meet each other's eyes.

"Your hands are frigid," Wednesday broke the silence, absentmindedly brushing her thumb along your skin.

You chuckled under your breath, feeling the familiar swelling of your heart, "I keep forgetting my gloves."

You refrained from groaning when the doors to the fencing arena came into sight. Before you could push them open, Wednesday pulled you to a stop. You glanced up at her curiously; only to see her cheeks an unusual shade of pink, her jaw set tightly in place, eyes strangely a tad too wide. It's rare the times that you can visibly tell what she's feeling.

You curse the way your heart automatically expects the worst, and hold your breath.

"I was-" Wednesday tried, before averting her gaze from yours and inhaling deeply, "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me this evening."

She spoke so quickly you almost didn't catch the words fully, but you did; and it sure felt that simple. "I'd love to."

Wednesday nodded stiffly at your answer and all but burst through the doors.

———

It takes some getting used to. Sometimes the turmoil of emotions that you make Wednesday feel gets her nauseous; she thinks she resembles a babbling idiot whenever she tries to mimic what she sees the other couples do — to say she's inexperienced in the area is a huge understatement; she's trying though, in her own way, but she is.

After a day of classes that kept her mostly away from you, Wednesday was making her way to the greenhouse, the place where she knows she'll find you. And she could feel that sensation — pumping through her body with each frantic beat of her heart the closer she gets to you — the tightness on her chest, the turning of her stomach. It's nearly painful. Dangerously addicting.

The evening sun had made its appearance, soft rays seeping through the glass walls as Wednesday pushed open the door. It was quiet, eerily so. No students were around, thankfully. She realized you liked your own dose of solitude too, it's not the first time she's found you hidden away all by yourself in the greenhouse.

Wednesday was quiet as she made her way inside, preserving your space.

You were standing in front of one of the tables when she found you, eyes focused solemnly on the flower pot in front of you as you hummed a song unknown to Wednesday. Blissfully unaware of her watchful gaze on you.

Your hands were delicate with their movements, making life bloom from your fingertips; there was a ray of sun casting over your cheek and lips — Wednesday envied the pesky thing.

You pushed back a strand of loose hair, smiling faintly when you got on your tip toes to put the flower back up on the shelf, a sea of green and gold around you.

Wednesday suddenly felt the back of her eyes burning faintly; because she refused to blink or something else, she was not sure.

But she's looking at you as if she just realized what love is.

And she could love you if she wanted to. If you allowed her to.

She thinks she already does anyway.

It's unlike anything she ever expected or wanted to feel — it's pain and bliss altogether — because she had the sudden need to be closer, to hold you, touch you; otherwise she'd spiral into madness.

And so she did.

You jumped when you felt two hands grasping at your waist, sharply turning around to see whoever thought had the right to touch you like that; yet any unkind words that were ready to leave your tongue disappeared when you were met with a pair of twin black braids you were all too familiar with.

Your skin is instantly littered with goosebumps. Wednesday's hands were firm on your waist, her thumbs barely sneaking under your shirt and grazing the skin there.

Before you could even try to speak, she was shutting you up with a searing kiss. It was different from last night; she pushed herself to you, desperate in the way her lips moved with yours — as if you hadn't seen each other in six years instead of six hours.

You took only a moment to recover, grasping at her blazer with your hands and embracing anything she'd be willing to give you.

Her lips were still as plush and warm as you remembered them, as you knew you'd never be able to forget.

Wednesday pulled back when air became an annoying necessity, all soft eyes and swollen lips. Her hands still gripping your waist, gaze darting to the mouth she'd just kissed only to see you gulp and look at your feet; away from her.

"Is this acceptable?" Wednesday found herself asking, voice raspier than usual, puffs of air coming out shallow and ragged as she regarded you with worry.

"Yeah," you were quick to breathe out, bringing one hand up and hesitating only a second before gingerly touching Wednesday's cheek, your thumb tracing the lines of her bottom lip. "More than acceptable."

"But?" The raven-haired girl raised a brow.

"I just-" you could feel your heartbeat, and wondered if she could feel it too, "I don't want to force you into anything, Wednesday." You gave her a melancholic smile, "I want to make sure you don't feel like you have to be doing this," you motioned with your hand between you and her, and she was so close you could barely breathe at all.

Wednesday's eyes shuttered with a sudden blankness and nothing could prepare you for the utterly adorable look of confusion on her face that followed; eyebrows pinching together and lips turned down at the corners as she pulled back only to look at you better.

"Never in my life would I do something I do not want to do," she said matter of factly.

You bit into your lip, one hand taking hold of Wednesday's braid so you had something to fidget with.

Straightening her posture, Wednesday gulped back her pride; "I'm not… good at this," she shook her head softly, her sudden fragility surprising you, "any of it."

And you finally see it; you see it in the way her eyes lose their sharp edges, how impossibly darker they are, shining under the fading sun; you see it in the way she insisted on holding your hand even when curious glances were thrown at you; you see it in the way she doesn't let anyone else spar with you in fencing or the way she always has an extra set of notes whenever you miss a class; you see it in the way she came after you and didn't give up even after you pushed her away. You see the way she's been loving you from day one, even if both of you didn't admit it.

"And I hate the fact that you make me want to try it anyway," Wednesday whispered, bringing you back to reality.

You huffed a chuckle, sliding your hands behind her neck to pull her closer, "you hate it?"

She rolled her eyes endearingly, "take the win," she said, before stealing another kiss from your lips.

Wednesday lingered close to you, her nose bumping yours. She didn't dare open her eyes when she asked the one thing she needed to hear you say; "so can I call you mine?" She choked out, upper lip grazing yours as she spoke.

There was a beat of silence and the Addams girl was almost already considering her early grave when you didn't answer right away.

Until you did, and she could feel your cheeky smile, "only if I can call you mine too."

Wednesday's lips twitched with the treat of a smile. It was an easy bargain.

With her hand in yours, Wednesday walked out of the greenhouse; her destination being the Weathervane, where she'd buy you a hot chocolate, and a coffee for herself and do whatever couples do together.

You wanted to stop by the quad first though.

The weight of Wednesday's hand was pleasant in yours. You took her to the middle of the quad, to where stood your finished project, at last; the big maple tree was the star in the center, surrounded by countless flowers with colors that complemented each other beautifully. Two stood out amongst them, a couple of black dahlias just by the foot of the tree, their dark color unmistakable.

"You remember I was renovating this flowerbed, right?" You asked softly, stealing a glance at your girl.

Wednesday hummed, "yes, I recall."

"I think it's finally done, what do you think?"

You watched as Wednesday's dark eyes skimmed over your work, they lingered a little longer on the black-colored flowers and your lips twitched with a smirk.

"It's nice, I'm sure Enid loved the multitude of colors," Wednesday commented, "the dahlias are a nice touch," she timidly admitted eventually.

"I thought you'd like them," your cheeks warmed up you raised both your joined hands to your lips, planting a kiss on the back of her hand before pulling her along to the main gates.

Before, you didn't understand why soulmates bring each other pain whenever they're near. But now, you can see there's something magical to it — it's the fact that, even with the pain, you won't abandon the one you love, and it's a kind of love that comes without warning, burns itself into your soul and marks your heart in the best possible way.

You admire the boldness of the universe; to create something so potentially tragic yet so delightful, so blissful.

Wednesday's shoulder bumped yours as you two walked, personal space forgotten. You could feel your heartbeats mingling.

Her hand warmed up yours.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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[lisalosingstreak]

It Wasn’t Meant To Be Like This

Ch1 The Adventures Of Cedar Addams

“I’m afraid it’s not great news Mrs Addams, even with the simulated sperm we formulated from your wife’s DNA you will not be able to have a baby of your own.”

Enid dropped her head low and started to shake, a sure fire indication the worst kind of tears were about to make themselves known - tears of despair.

Wednesday pulled her wife closely and hugged her, the same type of desperate hug they had shared that first night in the woods, broken and blood stained with their classmates watching. This time it wasn’t a hug of relief, an embrace of a victory won and a heart given in service, this was lamenting a future they wanted but now could never have. Not even one of Grandmama Addams’ most elaborate potions could save this heartbreaking situation.

Wednesday couldn’t have kids after the stab wound from Crackstone they found had damaged her womb, and Enid, they subsequently learnt during the following conversation with the doctor, had a congenital disease which meant her reproductive system just didn’t work how it should do.

Wednesday didn’t think the tears would ever stop, and even joined in as they sat in their car outside after the consultation, repeating the embrace in a vain attempt to recover the bubbly positivity she once endured from Enid Sinclair, but now depended on with Enid Addams to keep her sane.

All was lost. All their hopes and dreams to have their own family, their own Wolfpack.

The drive home back to their mountain lodge - more of a sprawling luxury estate - was done in silence, with just a brief stop for Enid’s favourite Taco-Bell which failed to lift Enid’s mood, which in turn darkened Wednesday’s mind even further.

She just didn’t know what to do for Enid.

The drive back home along the five mile private gravel drive they had made thousands of times, so when the small creature leapt out of the rocky undergrowth into the path of their Range Rover Wednesday almost didn’t react in time.

Shuddering to a halt caused a huge cloud of dust to rise up, which took a few seconds to disperse.

“Did we hit it?” asked Enid shakily.

“I don’t think so querida - are you harmed?” Wednesday asked, holding Enid’s elbow tentatively.

“No I’m ok, thank you dearest.” Enid replied, still staring out if the windscreen to try and see the creature again.

“There it is Enid - to the right.”

Enid’s eyes followed Wednesday's pointed finger to the side of the road where they could see the creature trying to hide behind a rock, but it’s oddly hairy back legs were easily visible.

As usual Enid was the first Addams to react, her concern evident in her haste to get out of the car and approach the animal. Wednesday watched as her wife picked the creature up and held it for a few seconds before turning around and bringing it to the drivers door as Wednesday wound the window down.

Wednesday was always more careful as she didn’t have Enid’s razor sharp claws or incredible strength when it came to wild animals. Her wolf was always her protector.

“Willa look! The Moon gods have blessed us today!!”

Wednesday could see clearly what Enid was holding - a small, shaking, scared, half shifted female werewolf, who could not have been more than five or six years old

“But Enid, how has she shifted - sorry half shifted - it’s daylight?”

Enid beamed a large smile as she stroked the wolf’s head to keep it calm, which she seemed to do almost instantly. Enid had that effect on all forms of life - human, animal or anywhere in between.

“She is a daywolf, a very rare form of werewolf who can change at any time, but are generally very poorly treated and often cast out into the wild when young as most werewolf families can’t handle their unpredictable behaviour.”

“Oh no Enid - does that mean……”

“Yes,” Enid interrupted, “she’s a lone wolf, just like little old me.”

Fresh tears rolled down Enid’s cheeks, and the little daywolf reached out and pawed at Enid’s cheeks, it’s baby soft fur soaking up the moisture before Wednesday had a chance to wipe her wife’s tears herself.

She looked into Enid’s eyes, sparkling blue and bright as the sun, and knew right there that Enid was now a mum. And so in turn she was one too.

Her heart broke with happiness, not that it showed on her face. She had a reputation to keep after all.

“What shall we call her?” asked Wednesday.

Enid smiled an even broader grin as she stared back into her tiny wife’s obsidian black irises.

“I don’t care, it’s doesn’t matter to me.” Enid stroked the little girls hair to calm her, already lost in her love for the scared wolf in her arms.

“How about Cedar? She ran out from a cedar tree at the side of the road. Seems apt.”

“Mmmm that’s perfect Willa. Come on Cedar, time to go home.”

The little daywolf growled contentedly and licked Enid’s face quickly before she had chance to react, making Enid giggle like a schoolgirl.

As they pulled up to the front of their house Enid jumped out and rushed inside with Cedar, mumbling about a bath and some raw meat for the new arrival.

Wednesday paused as she turned around to survey the vast valley in which their house was situated, the front looking out over the whole impressive vista. She imagined the colourfully dressed figure of Mother Nature leading Cedar to find their land and then their home. It had only been a few minutes and Wednesday knew that this gift was truly direct from the earth spirit herself.

She whispered quietly into the wind, bowing her head in reverence of all that was around her.

“Thank you.”

She allowed a tear of joy to run down her cold cheek. then followed Enid inside, pushing the door shut on their home as happy squeals and laughs sounded from their bathroom. Clearly their daughter was receiving her first ever bath.

Wednesday didn't even try to stop the dimples from appearing on her cheeks as she smiled.

“What a truly dreadful day” she muttered as she found herself skipping towards the bathroom, like a lovesick idiot.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Sorry, wrong number | Xavier Thorpe x Reader x Ajax Petropolus

Summary: After sending a nude to the wrong contact (your mistake), you and Xavier invite Ajax for one night

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: **all characters are aged up to 18** smut, threesome, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, p+v, overstimulation

A/N: This is pure smut, you have been warned. I’ve gotten a lot of Xavier smut requests and decided to pack some into one post. I hope you enjoy!! 

p.s. let me know if you want a part 2 ;)

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It all started by sending a sexy pic to the wrong person.

In the haste of sending your newest nude to your boyfriend, you accidently sent it to his best friend. When you realized your mistake, it was too late to tell Ajax to not look at the photo. The message said read.

Ajax was confused by the message, but he didn’t hate it — the photo. A perfect shot of your full breasts and underwear with your hand reaching down. You had taken it whilst Yoko was still at Bianca and Divina’s dorm, taking advantage of the rare moment you had the dorm to yourself.

Mortified of the situation, you quickly typed a ‘sorry’ in caps, telling him the picture was not meant for him, but for Xavier — obviously. The reason for this mistake was because of Ms. Thornhill. Ajax had asked you a question about the homework she gave this afternoon and that’s how he ended at the top of your contact list on your phone.

A week later, mewls kept spilling from your lips as Xavier's lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking on it hard enough to have your legs shaking and your hand in his hair. You tightened your grip on his hair, pulling harder and making Xavier moan.

You closed your eyes, the pleasure doubling from Ajax latching his mouth on your tits and sucking on your taut nipples and playing with the other, finally seeing them in person after getting painfully hard all weekend because of your mistake. In his own words, they were glorious.

Neither of you had been in this situationship before — the three person type of sex. You never thought Xavier would be the one to bring it up, but after catching why Ajax was avoiding you with his eyes, he got the marvelous idea to invite his best friend to join in.

You had been surprised at first, but then it made sense. If Xavier were to share you with anyone, it would be Ajax. He trusted his best friend to not get confused or weird about the situationship — this was a one time thing — and to keep it on the down low. He didn’t want your sexual adventures to become a hallway gossip or worse, get on Enid’s gossip blog.

You were curious how the rest of the night would plan out.

‘’Yes, baby! Right there!’’ Your back arched from Ajax’s bed, the combined assaults on your clit and nipples triggering an intense wave of pleasure through your body. Your pussy was so wet your arousal was sticking and dripping down Xavier’s chin who showed no signs of stopping, loving to get pussy-drunk.

Beside you, Ajax’s neglected cock was getting painfully hard from feeling and hearing you. He reached to touch himself, but you pushed his hand away and palmed his impressive bulge through his grey sweatpants, making him moan and roll his eyes to the back of his head.

‘’Holy shit,’’ he grunted, his mouth no longer working on your tits.

By his reaction, Ajax wasn't getting much action these days. Dating must be difficult for gorgons. Many get scared of their snakes and fear getting stoned.

You then pulled him out of his sweatpants, causing Ajax to swear under his breath when your thumb brushed over his tip. He was so sensitive.

You weren't one to speak on sensitivity, your hips jolting as Xavier suckled on your clit. He chuckled amusedly, breaking contact and looking up, his hair an absolute wreck falling across his face.

A whine left your lips at the loss of contact. ‘’No. Please,’’ you begged needily, grinding toward his mouth to get him to put it on you again.

Instead, Xavier wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced at Ajax. He didn't invite him just to be a spectator. ‘’Want a taste?’’

The gorgon was unsure at first. Was Xavier serious? 

With a short nod, Ajax put his cock back in his sweatpants and they switched places on the bed, the mattress squeaking from the movement. Ajax’s eyes raked up your body, all spread before him. His cock twitched at the sight.

Xavier stroked your cheek and you leaned into his touch. 

‘’Are you sure?’’ Ajax asked, his eyes shifting from you to Xavier and back to you, making sure everyone was consenting.

You clenched around nothing and whined, begging your friend to do something.

The first stripe of his tongue made you yelp and jump away. You never had someone else’s tongue on you. Although it was exciting, your body was a little nervous. ‘’Sorry. I…it just startled me,’’ you explained with flushed cheeks, but Ajax shook his head, not taking it personal. 

Letting him partaking in this alone was fucking surreal. He wasn’t going to make you feel bad for something so small and silly.

‘’It’s all good,’’ he assured.

Laying next to you, Xavier helped you relax, caressing your newly tense body and attaching his lips to yours, making you hum into the kiss. Once you were getting comfortable — and needy —, Ajax went again, this time sliding his tongue between your folds and taking a full slurp of your juices. You moaned in Xavier’s mouth, only to have it leave yours to kiss your jaw and neck. As fun as this was, you missed the intimacy and special connection between you and Xavier.

You tilted your head back, giving him more room to kiss and mark.

Between your legs, Ajax was in awe at how responsive you were. All the sounds coming from your mouth made him wish your hand was still wrapped around his cock. Or better, your mouth.

‘’Ahh, Ajax!’’ you cried, his nose bumping with your clit as he licked and sucked. Your legs clasped around his head, caging him there until the knot in your abdomen pulled even tighter — and snapped.

Your fingers curled and clutched at whatever was closest — the back of Xavier’s shirt and his arm, nails digging into his skin — as your orgasm coursed through your body, cumming on Ajax’s tongue — who gripped your thighs and slurped it all up.

‘’Holy shit,’’ Ajax groaned when he pulled back. ‘’That was— Fuck.’’ He stumbled over his words, running his hands over his face.

You laughed at how genuinely impressed he was, your stomach heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You grabbed Xavier’s arm and stroked it, anchoring yourself to him.

‘’This is nothing,’’ Xavier said with a cocky smile, knowing how hard you can cum. How hard he can make you cum. 

Memories of your and Xavier's wildest nights came to you in a blur. The mess you made on the sheets. The mess he made of you. 

You felt your core tighten. 

An idea coursed through your head. ‘’Let’s show him.’’

It was filthy — making a show for your friend to watch and jerk off to —, but you had reached a level of comfortableness in the past hour where not much was weird and uncomfortable anymore. Ajax had his mouth on your cunt less than three minutes ago. What would be weird would be kicking him out with blue balls so you and Xavier could finish alone.

Xavier rid himself of his clothes, his cock springing up. Your mouth watered at the sight and your pussy clenched, missing him. The last time you had sex that wasn’t something quick in the shed went back to two weeks ago. You both cursed Rowan for this, being a cock-block and refusing to go to the library for a few hours.

He pulled your legs apart wider and lined himself, teasing you by running his tip along your clit and down your folds, making you whimper, still sensitive from your prior orgasm. ‘’So eager for me, aren’t you?’’

Always, you thought.

Xavier pushed in until he bottomed out, his green eyes connected with yours as he did. You wanted to pull him down and wrap your whole body around him, having him kiss your face and tell you how much he loves you, but you let out a blissful moan instead.

Another curse left Ajax’s mouth, kicking his pants out of the way and grabbing his thick cock. It felt forbidden, like he shouldn't be jerking off to his friends, but he didn’t feel any guilt.

‘’Faster please,’’ you said, getting frustrated by Xavier’s slow and teasing pace. You wanted him to fuck you, not make love to you.

The next thrust was so hard and deep that air was knocked out of you. ‘’Ah, yes!’’ you cried, your voice bouncing on the walls.

Xavier did it again, grabbing your thighs as you arched your back and moaned his name, making Ajax pump faster. You grabbed your tits and clenched around Xavier, feeling waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies.

‘’You can rub her clit while I— ah, fuck. She’ll cum faster.’’

Ajax got the message and pressed on your clit, sending you into an overdose of pleasure.

‘’I'm gonna cum,’’ you warned them with a cry, overwhelmed with sensations. Your body convulsed and you came hard, causing your legs to shake as you clenched around Xavier’s cock, clinging on to the sheets as if it were the only thing anchoring you to the world.

Ajax followed almost immediately with a strained grunt, unable to hold it in anymore and spilling thick ropes of cum on your stomach and sheets.

Xavier sped up his thrusts, trying to hurry knowing how sensitive you must be, and came a few moments later, adding to the mess on your stomach and expanding on your tits.

The next minutes were spent in silence, heavy breaths filling the room.

‘’So…this happened,’’ Ajax said, finally sitting up.

You laid on the bed, sprawled like a starfish, exhausted in all the senses of the word, still reeling from your climax. Xavier’s hands were grabbing at you in any way he could and kissing your shoulder, always needy and soft after sex. You ran your fingers through his hair and he pushed into your touch.

‘’Next time, I want your cock in my mouth,’’ you told Ajax, who was stunned.

‘’N-next time?’’ both boys said at the same time.

—

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#xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus #xavier x reader x ajax #xavier thorpe x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #ajax petropolus imagine #wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday netflix #xavier thorpe fanfic #I have not reread this so I'm sorry if it sucks #does anyone wants a part 2?

[usiel21]

Tomorrow is a long time - When Wednesday realises she's in love with Enid.

The moment Wednesday realises she is in love with her best friend isn't a remarkable one nor a dramatic one, but in the silence of their dorm, save for the radio that Enid had left on earlier that morning before leaving for breakfast. Wednesday having politely declined, But Enid, undeterred promised to bring her something back.

It was a Saturday and contrary to the wolf's kpop obsessed mind liked to listen to a station that broadcasted vintage and classic songs on a Saturday morn, in her haste she had left the radio on, but Wednesday didn't mind as these songs were of a quieter, softer nature.

But delicate guitar strings reach her trained ears and something about it compels her to listen.

Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all Yes and only if my own true love was waitin' And if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin' Yes, only if she was lyin' by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again

She stiffens, her knuckles going white as she closes her fingers into fists in front of the typewriter, her body going still at the soft words, sung softly. She doesn't know why but she feels her body yearn and her heart speed up.

I can't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps

She can't move, she can't breathe, she can't blink. Her heart is pounding with a irrevocable and undeniable truth. She can feel it singing to her in her blood.

She can feel it in every movement of her body now, in every breathe she now finds she is able to take. Every blink unable to shield her eyes from the truth any longer.

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

Tears run silently down her cheeks.

Her heart still beating with reckless abandon because it beats for two now. Maybe it has done for a long time now.

Her fingers unfurl and shake with a sadness and longing that is bother wonderous and torturous all in one.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in a shuddering breath, the tears having run their course down her face, becoming streaks that held their own truth for the world to see laid bare before it.

Because there, at 9:32am, on a Saturday morn, during a crisp but bright Autumn morn, in Ophelia Hall, Wednesday had learned the truth of her own affliction.

For her love of Enid Sinclair.

Enid, her roomate.

Enid, her best friend.

Enid, her saviour.

Enid, who carried the scars of her victory everyday.

Enid, who's love and respect had shone through the darkest of voids.

Enid, who had traversed the darkest of voids, Wednesday's Heart, to selfishly light a candle in the centre.

Enid, who set her heart aflame with a single, simple, small flame.

Enid, who she was in love with completely.

Enid, who stole her heart and now wouldn't give it back.

Enid, who didn't even know she had committed such a heinous crime.

Enid, who came back with a quad over ice at 9:35am to see Wednesday sat on dividing line between their sides of the room, by the window, knee's drawn up to her chest.

Enid, who instantly forgot everything else and dove forward to check on the Raven, her hands soft and warm, her brow creased in concern.

For Wednesday, who once had been blind, was now seeing Enid truly for the first time, every look, every glance a selfish and desperate attempt to savour and memorize every movement of her body, every word she spoke, every shine of her eyes.

And when Wednesday passed away sixty years gone, Enid's hand in her own as she took her last, the words from all those years ago, the words from a single, simple song echoed in her mind, as Wife and Wife spent their last precious moments together before she left for the world's beyond.

But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

It was wonderous.

Wonderous to be in love with Enid Sinclair.

Enid Addams.

Enid, who passed away a mere day later from a broken heart, to chase her beloved into the world's beyond. Souls never wishing to be apart again, for whatever remained in the age of starlight.

If today was not a crooked highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #they're gay your honor #bob dylan #Tomorrow is a long time

[shippershipperyshippyship]

Enid Sinclair Werewolf Headcanons

Basic Understanding:

Strength: Enid is the physically strongest member of the squad (Bianca, Yoko, Xavier, Ajax, Eugene, Divina, and Wednesday) majority of the time she doesn’t get to show it as she has no interest in any form of fighting. Her muscles do expand a little more in her human body, more noticeable when she’s wearing sleeveless tops. She lands the designated jar opener of the group. Speed: While Yoko is still the fastest, Enid comes second (in human form.) She’s both a fast walker and fast runner - when she shares food with people, nobody sees how fast her swipes are from the bowl.   

Which is why sometimes she gets her own food bowl.

Endurance: Her athleticism is all thanks to both her love for moving and being a werewolf. Her cardio workouts have to be on the extreme end in order to make progress, like running in the woods in all fours for 5 hours straight instead of normal running. She spends all her energy to kpop dance tutorials. Noises: Growls, Grunts, whimpers, barks - They all exist in her vocabulary. Although she feels rather embarrassed whenever it slips up. Something about her emotions getting the best of her whenever one of those come out. Nobody in the squad teased her about it, lest they want to end up on Wednesday’s personally hit list. She whimpers a lot when watching horror movies.

Roomie Privileges: (These are special cases that only occur to Wednesday.)

Pets: Whenever Enid is in a particularly needy mood, she goes to Wednesday for pets. It could be on her hair, a rub on her back, the slight massage of the nape or even gentle scratches behind her ears. Enid patiently waited on Wednesday’s bed, scrolling on her phone mindlessly until the clicking of the typewriter comes to a halt. The blonde perked up as Wednesday sighs and move towards her. She didn’t hesitate to zoom in her head on Wednesday’s lap, looking up to those dead eyes.

“Same as last time?” Wednesday says stretching her fingers.

“Yep!” Enid’s eyes shutter to a gentle close. Cold fingers stroke and scratch her scalp, lulling her to a comfy nap. Scent Marking: Enid has subconsciously scent mark anything she and Wednesday have touched. From Wednesday’s blazer to her hand. For safety and her personal sanity she reasoned. Like to protect her from other furs. Then again, maybe it’s really because the furs needed to be protected from her instead.

“Enid. Hand it.” Wednesday crossed her arms. “I merely asked you to hold it for a minute.”

“Yeah I know but...” Enid looked down shyly. The blazer wrinkled under tightened hands. “It smelled uncomfortable!” Wednesday merely raised a brow. “... I am to assume you made it ‘smell comfortably?” Enid cringed. “Y-yeah?” Wednesday only blinked at her. She took the jacket and gave it a curious sniff. “Your cinnamon candles emanate a most nauseating scent, Enid.”

Enid perked up. She watched Wednesday slip it on with ease, straightened out perfectly well. “Suppose it’ll be efficient to strangle any passerby idiotic furs... Now, let’s return to the dorm. This ‘Bomb Time Haste’ show you speak of sounds torturous.” Enid’s smile reached to her ears. “Jeez, it’s Big Time Rush!” Biting: She gently bites or nips on Wednesday whether it be on her clothes or skin. It could be from a slew of reasons, but she mostly does it because she’s fond of her roommate. She bites the side of Wednesday’s hand usually not too hard but enough to leave a mark. On rare occasions, the collar of Wednesday’s clothes when they’re in the middle of some intense petting session. Enid took a deep breath while she leaned further into Wednesday. Her face to Wednesday’s neck as she practically laid on top of her. The pets from both her head and her back were driving her to bliss she’d never thought of having. To add on to it, their scent mixed together... “Enid, you’re biting.” Enid lazily opened an eye. She whimpered quietly. “I am not mad.” Wednesday sighed as Enid further dove onto her neck. A small huff and a grunt. “...It would seem I have spoiled you far too much recently.” Enid tightened her hold on Wednesday. More whimpers. “Don’t put words into my mouth. I simply said I have spoiled you.” Wednesday gently brushed her nape. “I did not say I’ll stop.”

Licking: Funny enough, it wasn’t Enid that started this habit. Rather a curious Wednesday. After studying more on werewolf culture, the goth learned licks from werewolves formed a way to calm down a pack member. Enid happened to be nervous for an upcoming test and well... “Wends! Did you just lick me?!” Enid’s voice rose to octaves she didn’t even know she could reach. Her wide eyes and a quick hand landed on the spot just below her ear. Wednesday merely nodded. “One of the encyclopedia’s of canine monsters mentions it is a therapeutic method: Heart rate returns to acceptable levels in a single lick.” “Actually I think cardiac arrest is far closer!” Enid huffs, “And that only works if we’re both werewolves!” Enid held her tongue when she saw Wednesday tighten her jaw. “W-wait you were researching...?” “Yes, for the past few days your distracting pacing around and whimpers during your studies have halted my writing time.” Enid processed the information as quick as she could. Before hastily standing up and putting Wednesday’s hand in hers. “You can be so sweet you know, that?” “I’ll skin you alive in your next wolf out, Sinclair.” There was no bite to it at all. Enid only smiled. “I’ll let you lick me... If you’re okay with me licking you?” Wednesday blinked. “I’m not a werewolf.” “And that didn’t stop you from licking me.” Enid teased. In the end, she gave a sigh. Wednesday’s space needs to be respected. “Okay - I get it you -” “You may.” Enid tilted her head to the side. “You may lick me, Enid.” There it is, another blinding smile. “Only in this room. Anywhere else, I will personally pack that wretched red bag of yours and hurl it at Yoko’s door. Are we clear?” Enid nods quickly and immediately leans in for a few licks on Wednesday’s cheek.

#wednesday #enid sinclair #headcanon #wenclair #can be platonic or romantic #enid werewolf #wednesday netflix

[aquarium-ina-bag]

Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows With Tides -9

But I’ll know ch 9

word count: 5.7k

warnings: gore, killing, death, violence, angst, swearing, tiny bit of fluff, (read at your own risk)

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader

A/N: now we can get off of this angst era, I kinda feel like the ending is a little rushed but I didn’t want these lil guys to fight. Enjoy.

You’ve been eluded for days now; Wednesday hasn’t talked to you. Enid won’t even look at you, if she did, the blonde gave you the most aghast face. It shattered you just like last time.

Before, when you sat with Wednesday’s group during a break, you’d have a silent conversation with her. If lucky she’d break a tiny grin, you would always nudge her, teasing for more reactions out of her.

Now if you even brushed Wednesday, you’d get the death stare, not her impish one. The one she gives anyone she doesn’t trust. Why? Why does she look at you like that? You could only beg in an echo, something that would never reach Wednesday. Pleading her to stop, you craved any other look than this, the look if you were a barbaric animal.

This time you tried to get a reaction. Everyone else in their own conversation, still it was too quiet for you.

“Wednesday.” You whispered, tenderly kicking her foot with yours.

She stared haft lidded, oh it was enticing… Wednesday reminds you of all the other outcast, sharp gaze like the fangs of vampires, alluring words parallel to a siren’s song, robust as the wild dogs, colder than the excelling creations Gorgons chisel with looks.

“What’s up with you?” Your tone imploring.

She didn’t say anything, but you could see hesitation flux out of her. It was subtle, her facial movements puzzled in a tug of war, weighing the options of speaking or silence. You wanted to hear her talk, shout, whisper, anything than this detestable taciturnity.

Those soliciting eyes of yours meant nothing to the girl in front of you. Wednesday went back to neglecting you. Regret showered your bloody heart, it started to drown you, filling you up till the pressure crushed that slow-beating heart. It was so much you didn’t even know what you regretted, asking her what was wrong? Collaborating with her on the project? Dueling her?

— — —

Wednesday worked on her typewriter, the clacking was her music a paradisiacal symphony, maybe even white noise. Anything to drown out her thoughts, the way you looked at her was singed inside her husky dark eyelids. The eyes you gave her were absolutely heartsick an awful word, but it was the truth, those entreating eyes crying out for recognition.

Soft knocks on her door captured Wednesday’s attention. It was most likely Bianca getting something for Enid, she didn’t bang on the door like Yoko and Divina. Wednesday stared at Thing to get the door, he followed suit. Getting on his stool, reaching out for the handle before twisting it open. He dropped down to look up at the guest, the hand panicked, scurrying off to Wednesday. Thing made his signals, she almost reciprocated the feeling, her head turning with haste.

When she made eye contact with you everything paused. That damn look. Why are you so full of dolor? It was cracking Wednesday, but she remembered why she’s so agitated with you.

Wednesday turned back around to her typewriter “Why are you here?” Her voice colder than the dead.

You immediately became sheepish, your voice just above a wind whisper. “You’ve been acting weird to me, and you won’t talk to me about it.”

Wednesday still hasn’t turned. “Who says I have to talk to you about things.”

You got defensive, “so I can comprehend why you’re treating me like this. Like some outcast.” Walking closer to the girl.

“That is what you call yourself, an outcast. I say that’s an understatement.” Wednesday changed the paper in her typewriter, you getting closer had her on edge not fearful but vigilant. It hurt you to notice this, this animal treatment agonized you.

“What do you mean?” Your face twisted with bemusement.

Wednesday dithered before making up her mind, she opened a side drawer to her desk, sounds of paper and plastic filled her silence. The motions she was making was gutting you with apprehension. Wednesday stopped before slowly lifting a plastic packet, she didn’t look away from her typewriter. The girl slammed the drawer shut, it startled you, but her slapping the packet against the free space of the desk made you jump.

“Why are you scared? You can’t be scared; it makes you weak. People depend on you if you’re scared then what will happen? Your whole team is scared, then they break, if they break you die, do you understand Y/n? They will die. You will be the reason for those deaths, again… Y/n you came to us, so you survive and make sure that incident never happens again. This is your second chance. Now fix yourself, and

Pick it up….” A deep female voice demanded. “Pick it up.” Wednesday demanded.

You wanted to puke; every step you took gave weight to the next one. The sun’s gravity was pulling you down, you felt compressed. When you lifted your hand to grab the packet, you trembled, fighting this nonexistent weight, it was deplorable. Lifting it to read was worse, everything was blurry, words were jumbled the black on parts were confusing you, then you understood what was in your hands. You didn’t have to read anything else, you’ve read it to many times before, for hours you reread all these papers, stared at the photos for days. Fear was recouped with pique.

“Wednesday, what the fuck do I have in my hands.” Your voice filled with acid.

“You seem to know what it is.” She still isn’t looking at you.

You slithered your hand on the back of her chair, the grip was machine tight. “Look at me and tell me why I’m holding this.”

She understood your feelings now, nonchalantly Wednesday turned her head up to looked into your eyes, were they shaking?

“Wednesday speak, why the fuck do you have this.” You looked rabid; you weren’t actually going to do anything right?

“I did a little digging on you.” Wednesday was holding a ground that wasn’t hers.

“Because I didn’t tell you?” You were so vexed you started to laugh.”You have this shit because I didn’t tell you why I’m here? Wednesday do you understand how narrow minded that sounds?” You turned her chair so her whole body could face you.

Wednesday took offense, “This isn’t part of your fucking wanna be cases, that is government shit. I let you off the hook with the Tyler papers, thinking you would know better the next time. But of course, I forget you never change for anyone, it's always Wednesday’s way, isn’t it? Then you want to be mad at me? How is that fair!”

Wednesday understood she was wrong but doesn’t mean accept the fact, “You killed a five-year-old girl.” Her voice a whisper, she looked at you through her bangs.

Removing your hand from the chair, you leaned on the desk. Wednesday felt free from a trap. “You don’t even know the story.” You lower your voice.

“I think I do.” Wednesday of course did not.

If she thought you were calm, she should rethink. “Think fucking again, if you did Wednesday, I wouldn’t be in this room yelling at you! If you knew then you wouldn’t have those papers.”

The girl got up from the chair, “Then tell me. Give me an excuse to why you mutilated a five-year-old child.” Wednesday challenged.

“I didn-, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it; I was five and I didn’t know what I could do.” You scratched the desk paint, clearly uncomfortable with the subject.

“How do you accidentally do that? Have you seen the photos, the autopsy? What did she do that made you ‘accidentally’ butcher her?” Wednesday wrangled you for more, her arms crossed unimpressed.

“Fuck, yes, I’ve seen the photos, I lived through it! And she didn’t do anything-“

She cut you off “-She was innocent? An innocent girl killed while you’re living scotch free, clearly you snaked out of a sentence.” Wednesday scoffed.

Why can’t she listen? It was an accident, you’re not free, you have to live in guilt of Khuld’s death. Was your upbringing not your sentence? Was the banishment not a pronouncement?Capitulating love wasn’t the verdict? Did you even love her? Someone who loves someone would never do what you did. Khuld loved you till her hapless death.

You were mess, sweating, shaking, a complete eyesore in front of Wednesday. You hadn’t said anything, just short heaving breaths of anger. You couldn’t look at Wednesday, you set your glare behind her. The grip on the table was tenacious, the wood started to get shallow.

Wasn’t Wednesday no better than you? She attempted to kill her fellow students, put people in detriment for her own gain, beat her teacher!

You two aren’t level, she had reasons that were warranted. You killed because of a little headache? Because you were in pain and angry?

“It makes you no different from Kader.” A deeper corse voice replayed.

Snapping and crushing replaced your taciturnity, a painful sting you drew out of this mental abuse. “You broke my desk...” Wednesday said. Turning your head to the table, she was right. The sharp corner of her deep ebony desk was demolished. Not only that, the shards and splinters were burrowed into the palm of your hand, crafting ridged deep bloody grooves. The warm liquid fell onto the once corner, it caressed the pieces while gravity pulled it farther down.

You stuttered “Oh shit. Im sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Well, your whole body stuttered, indecisive on what to do, Wednesday helped you figure that out.

“That’s what you claimed about the girl.” She mumbled.

You dropped your jaw, “My gods! Are you just trying to ignore me?! Why can’t you listen for once! For once in your life listen to people and just try to not criticize them! For one second Wednesday!” Your body was animated, while you threw your hands in the air, droplets of blood were getting everywhere, floors, walls, her bed, the typewriter.

Wednesday opened her mouth looking for words to say, you stoped her before she could conjure them, “honestly, never mind believe me or not I don’t care.” You turned on your heels, storming to the door. Breaching it open she swore you broke hinges, but the amount compulsion when you slammed it shut caused the cloudy glass beside said door to shatter. It made Wednesday’s finger twitch, she finally let go of breath she was preserving.

Thing crept of his hiding spot, tugging on Wednesday’s sock. The girl looked down, “fetch me a rag.” He made a saluting gesture before scurrying off. Wednesday on the other hand grasped the bin by her desk, removing the remnants of the wood.

The mountain range on the pads of her fingers was rained on by your blood. The red liquid settling into the empty space in her fingerprint and coating the ridges. When Wednesday’s senses acknowledged the feeling her head threw back.

Her throat feels chalky, once bloody palms graze on granular velvet, the heat is blistering even for Wednesday. It smells hot as well, all this heat was overwhelming. Her ears hear subtle speaking and the friction of movement on sand, the distance cries of cattle, children’s screams of jubilance. Wednesday was behind sooty crates, deep in between two sandstone homes from the large carved out square holes a woman yells about spies, Wednesday knew or is learning many languages, Arabic being on the list. The girl with strange clothes rose to her feet, dusting off the sand and dirt. It was best to continue in the shadows, the era not yet revealed, she followed suit with her plan.

Wednesday lurked in the shade watching what she was here for, her cogitation was that it had to do with you. Was this the home you were talking about? If not where else have you been?

The heat casted an illusion of water in the distance, had it been hours in this vision? Wednesday’s brain had been fried since the moment she got here, checking corners, alleys, even stalking the innards of homes. The search ceased once she heard your name and something about hurrying.

A little girl's voice calls, “hurry hurry! I want to see the fish of the evening! Y/n come on!” She was jumping around while rushing you.

Your pace was slow, the face you made was stricken in twinge, “Khuld… my face hurts.” You were exceedingly little; this vision was in the past.

That was Khuld? She was so young, Wednesday almost felt sad that this little girl was never able to grow and have a future with success.

The girl giggled, “that’s foolish I say! In the books I read they talked like that way back in the day and had silly hair! I should ask my mom if she had hair like that, once we get back, I can ask her!” She held your hand dragging you to travel with her stride.

You completely made a stop causing Khuld to whip back. “My head hurts, my mouth hurts, my eyes hurt everything hurts.” You complained.

Khuld paused to look at you, her body language pouring out concern, “Did you drink today? We can get juice at the vendors; I have a bit of money. Or we can sit by the shore while we look at the fish, we don’t even have to see the fish if you don’t want to, I have games remember?” With her free hand she was petting your head, as you continued to look down, quietly groaning.

You clenched your jaw repeatedly, and so did you with the grip around her hands “It hurts.” A whine came out of you. Wednesday could see the force you had on her.

“Y/n my hand.” Khuld whispered, “Let’s go find the nurse, but loosen your grip it hurts.” She pulled again, yet to no avail, you were rooted into the ground. All you could do was shake your head in defiance. The grip was getting worse.

“It’s so loud.” You hissed silently.

“Y/n loosen your hand, please it hurts.” She tugged trying to extort out of your clutch. “You’re starting to crush my hand.” Khuld clawed at the outside of your appendage, until she drove her nails into it, pushing farther and farther in causing you to bleed.

The splatter deafened the world, words couldn’t elucidate what just happened. A bloodcurdling shriek snapped Wednesday out of her trance.

“Police! Police! Someone help! Get the authorities!” A woman called.

It was worse than the pictures, the photos didn’t get the child standing in shock with the crushed hand of a girl still holding her friend’s palm, the pictures didn’t get the homes covered with a little girl’s blood, the photos didn’t get the insides of her, pictures didn’t get a woman howling.

“My child! My child! My baby! You demon you demon!” The woman screeched as she beat your face. “Her hand, give me it! Help! Please!” She pushed you before taking her daughter’s deformed, hand and hugging it, the mother cupped blood-covered sand holding what she could.

Men gathered the scene, obviously the authorities.

“That demon! The demon killed my baby! Death row put them on death row, better yet execute that monster now!” Khuld’s mother sobbed out.

Who else were they supposed to arrest? You’re clearly the only one with enough evidence to prove it’s you. Though why would you do this? Everyone knew you and Khuld were attached to the hip, inseparable, if one goes the other follows. Another question is how could you do this? You’re a five-year-old with a scrawny body, barely able to eat three times a day. How could any human do something so despicable without being caught, it was out in the open, you had to do it with incredible speed.

Those were questions for detectives, they only needed to do was arrest you, liquidating you was still on the table. The authorities grabbed you with vitality, you didn’t contest allowing them to drag you to an authoritative vehicle, holding you in chains before shutting the door.

Wednesday’s vision was warping a new setting, it became less elusive, she was in the police station. She questioned if this was before, after, or during your capture. The girl peered around for any sign that you were or are here, she recalled seeing your mugshot, she searched there first. On her journey to find you, she was stopped, Wednesday watched three tall women wall you. They were coated in jewels, riches woven into fabrics, and skin clear as their crystals, Wednesday focused on the conversation.

“My poor child, I know it's much to take in, but this is your chance to escape death, you aren’t like these dwellers, a being such as you and I have our second chances, this is yours. If you refuse you die. We understand your aptitude, we can guide you into peace, where you can learn how to better this power.” The woman speaking was flowy, her voice had a sort of peace to it someone could listen to her speak for hours, and the outfit she had on drizzled like honey enunciating her perfect body. Wednesday couldn’t see her face with the angle she was at.

Though she could see you, so tiny compared to them. Sitting on the wooden chair. “I don’t want this power, if I can do that I don’t wanna learn how to use it.” Your voice sounded so broken.

A gruffer woman berated you, “If you don’t learn you’ll just go do it again, but if you don’t come with us, you’ll die, what don’t you understand about that?!” This woman was the tallest among the three, her stature was built well, and clothes were revealing around her arms letting the world cower to her strength.

“Sekhmet please, you’re going to scare the thing.” Another lady spoke her voice was simple yet firm, and she was almost built like present you, very lean and indefectibly carved however the shortest, the number of daggers she had piqued Wednesday’s interest.

“Please respect my child’s name, Bastet.” The middle woman spoke again.

“It’s a boring name! should have been named Scorp, scorpion and twerp mixed together.” Sekhmet let out a gut laugh.

“What in Ra’s name is a twerp.” Wednesday could finally get a good angle of one of the girls which she guessed was Bastet. She had the same marking as you.

“It’s slang, mortals call each other that,” Sekhmet explained.

“Focus on the matter at hand you two.Y/n, do you accept? We promise to care for you, you’ll be taught all you wish to know.” The older woman in the middle reached her hand out to you.

“Am I the only one?” Clearly, you had more questions, but this seemed to matter the most.

“Of course not, you have cousins and siblings just like you, but they stay in their own terms. We can explain what terms are, but you’re a part of the new Pharaoh term X, you’re the tenth new term team. I know it’s a lot, but I promise you’ll get through it.” Your mother explained.

slowly nodding you agreed and took her hand, “Okay.”

“You won’t regret this kid.” The stronger woman smacked your back. Causing you to wince, “Yeah we can fix that whining stuff, you won’t even feel pain once we’re done training you.”

“Serket, do you wish to fix the charges?” Bastet questioned the lady cradling you, waving the same packet.

“Pass it along to Thoth, he can take care of it.” Your mother said before holding you closer to her. How did you fall asleep so fast? “No child should have ever witnessed that.”

“Ser... you do know what we must do for this teaching thing. Right?” Bastet laid a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder.

Serket looked down, watching your resting state, “I know.” Her voice was ridden with guilt.

“But think of it, kid will be the strongest thing we have to offer.” Sekhmet striving to be optimistic. “You see the kid’s purple? Has that venom thing I was talking about, I wonder how strong it is, maybe acid strong?”

Bastet ignored the conversation topic, “Have you spoken to the surrogate yet? Was she difficult?”

“Surprisingly not, she had her doubts but had nothing to back up the claim for years. Although she was still a little sad.” Serket explained.

“Slow pokes we have to go. Mr. Sandman is throwing a temper tantrum.” The strong woman laughed at her own joke. “I’m hilarious, I bet I would be great in plays.” She continued to flaunt herself while walking to the back doors.

“Again, where is she getting this vocabulary, what is slow poke? Yesterday It was rad, what is a rad? And then the clothes she finds, so much pink and glitter, she says it’s ‘hip with the kids’, have you heard the music?! Who is this, Gwen Stefani?” Bastet finally turns around hoping her sister is behind her. “Ser, what are you doing?”

“I thought I saw something.” That something was Wednesday, she almost was caught, nobody has ever called her out in visions, why now? “Anyway, don’t you like Beyonce?”

“Do not criticize that being, she has morals.”

Serket giggled before leaving the station.

———————

Wednesday woke up deprived of air, the precipitous movement made Thing and Enid repel back. Wednesday took in her surroundings, she was on her bed, there was an ache on the side of her head, the blood was cleaned except on her typewriter, there was a cool damp cloth on her lap guessing it was on her face beforehand, her company looked startled it didn’t take much time for one of them to verbally express it.

“You scared us! We thought you got stuck in a coma; it’s been an hour! Thing explained what happened, where did she escape to? I’ll claw out her eyes. She broke our damn window too.” Enid flashed her colored claws.

“That won’t be necessary, but I need to,” Wednesday paused, contemplating her words, “speak with them.”

Enid whined, and Wednesday brushed the cute thought off. “Not necessary? Look at all the blood on your typewriter, again our window!” the wolf threw her hands around in chagrin.

“I was,” again Wednesday paused, “hasty when making theories. I need to find them; it will possibly take some time since I don’t know where they are.” The goth’s face tangled in repentant, wasn’t a great look to Wednesday, “I’m going to guess you don’t know either?” Enid proved her assumption right when shaking her head.”Also did you drop me on something?” Enid made her lying face, shaking her head no. Wednesday tossed her legs off the bed, trailing around the dorm grabbing better clothes, what Enid called her adventure bag, which Wednesday would bring during her woods walk with Eugene.

“Do you want us to come with?” Enid and Thing stood like soldiers, ready and hand. Wednesday shook her head.

“I can tell Y/n is acrimonious at the moment, them knowing other people are with me could possibly consternate them.” That was only haft truth, Wednesday wasn’t going to leak what she saw, seeing as you could tell Enid knew about the papers and took conniption in that, it was best to be patient with you. “If I’m not back before two then you can worry.” Was that going to help Enid’s nerves? No, not one bit, the blonde girl chewed on her nails before nodding.

Wednesday took the confirmation and left to find you.

Of course, Wednesday’s search was going to be long, you were trying to smoother your thoughts. Searching for the missing convict that’s been lurking in the woods and in the back of your head, sadly you can’t hear a heartbeat that isn’t an animal, nothing smells like a person, if you smell something metallic it’s just been the circle of life, so, not much smothering has happened. The hissing sound soothed you whenever Wednesday fogged your brain, you continued to spit that purple acid out from those K9s of yours, it was an extra you inherited from your mother, she held the role of Mother of Scorpions, doctor of poison, Hysteria of venom, she was able to drop the most lethal doses of venom of any being, even gas emitted from them was beyond virulent. It’s gotten you out of numerous scenarios, and now one of the uses was to distract you from a girl with braids that ‘clogged’ your brain with her existence, did she take over your personality too?

A different pattern of leaves crunching roused you, finally something worth your attention, next step was finding it without it leaving. With nimble shifting, you lifted yourself on the tree you were posted on, climbing high enough to shroud with the canopy of the forest, but not letting it occlude your vision. Continuing the search, you waited with forbearing ears, locating the source. What confuses you is that the rise and fall of foot work is different from what you heard just minutes ago, this was heavy, denser than a bear’s movements and its celerity was faster, was it pursuing something?

You’ve learned how to see in many ways, vibration was a favorite, with the amount of blood use in your abilities, it’s nice to actually listen to something else than the flow of it. When listening to the vibration of the earth it ripples across everything rooted in it and everything touching what’s rooted in the earth, you can see the vibrations ripple over a worm deep in the healthy soil to the largest elephant beat its music into the crust, it helps with sight because it forms a vague picture of the artist, it was beautiful waves. If the creator of said waves was sounder than others it could break over others wave, if your philosophy was correct, you could effortlessly figure out if it was the Hyde hunting someone or nature taking its course.

Why is she even hunting for you in the woods, still, every other place Wednesday inspected didn’t have you sulking in it. What affirmed that you were in the woods, not a trace, but it’s the only idea Wednesday has. She could see the ghost of her breath depart her lungs, wisping out with the breeze, something Wednesday would never share with anyone was that she enjoys counting how many times a person inhales and exhales during a given time, it could be the fact their sign of life could be taken at any minute or just the sign of life itself, they contrast flawlessly.

She wishes there was a sign of life anywhere, explicitly yours, the only thing she got was the bird's observant on her entity, you liked the birds, have these ones watched you in this hour? And did you look back? Stars were being covered; something is spooking flocks in the purview, what confused her was how many flocks were being peeved by this anomaly and how quickly, it was to the point the navy-blue sky was getting blocked by an outline of birds. Wednesday’s standards were to naturally figure out why, she questioned if it was you, but why would you?

The twigs were rattling, parallel to a small earthquake, the closer she got the harder drumming was. Orbs, shaken-up orbs of yellow were fixated on her, the irises dilated to the smallest degree, she could tell it was after her, but in spite of that she didn’t move, why isn’t she moving? Did she think it was you? Did Wednesday really seek a pitfall that much? In truth Wednesday knew what was going for her, she never had qualms about Tyler, and giving him satiety in the fact of running away was the last thing Wednesday wanted. So, she entrenched herself, not moving a hair for the beast, but the vision of him became clearer. The Hyde he took on now was larger abounding in muscle, wounds healed all over its body, when Enid recalled her fight with him, she said it was visible most on his face, and she was right, it was almost just like the wolf’s cicatrices. The hair was lengthy and shaggy. With him maybe 4 yards away from her, Wednesday admired the nails reaching out for her neck, it was painted with blood he must have hunted something other than her tonight.

Before Wednesday could drop to duck his attack, something rained from the trees. It sizzled on the Hyde’s back, he was in the grodiest throe and let out a screech instead of his roar, what hit Tyler? You did, and you hit him again this time dropping yourself on his neck. The force caused both of you to land flat on the ground, nonetheless, you got up faster. When Tyler regained his sensibility running away from you was the only thought he had, you took a second to balance your options, chase what you have been stalking all night, or confront what you’ve been running from.

turning to face the girl behind you, did you give a glimpse of anger, yes, “What was that? you just stood there like a deer in headlights, what would have happened if I weren’t here Wednesday?” You were active with your locomotion, “Gosh, danger follow you or something?” You mumbled.

“You seem to chase it.” Wednesday huffed, ignoring the outcome if you didn’t save her.

“I was trying to get him, you kinda messed that up, by thinking you can have some little date with your boyfriend. What are you even doing here?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Ex, but I was trying to find you.”

You hyperbolized a groan, “So you could vituperate me some more?” You scoffed. “I don’t ha-“

“-I accused you too quickly, I understand your conniption because of it, I crossed a line, yes, I even crossed a line when having a vision about the synopsis.” Wednesday couldn’t make a full minute of eye contact with you, darting off to gaze at something else behind you, the spotlight was agitating.

But to you, the spotlight is all you wanted on her, you liked how jittery she got when you looked at her in this state, the vulnerability, but worshiping her isn’t the plan right now. “You gonna leak that too? Enid won’t even talk to me, let alone give me an eye.” Now that wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t tell her anything about the vision, but still I don-“ You heaved a sigh before you silenced Wednesday.

“You don’t have to understand Addams, it’s my business, and I have a right to share it or not, I’ll share it when I’m ready, so just drop it. I get it you were curious, I lashed out, but I ask just be patient, okay? You understand and possibly saw that this was a craggy subject for me, if I continue to be mad and you continue to pry it’ll just be a whirlpool of emotions that none of us want to get stuck in. In simple terms I forgive you, and we can talk about it later when we are both ready.” Did you forgive her just like that? After she blamed you, stole important files from you, and berated you. Wednesday couldn’t tell if you were dissembling or not, why did you switch so fast? But Wednesday didn’t want to lose this again, she nodded slowly.

You flashing that perfect toothy smile made her feel sick, “Now skedaddle, I need food.” You walked past her, but you interlocked pinkies with her, Wednesday made a nauseating face towards you although she didn’t let go, “Just in case your ex grabs you before I notice.” She could listen to you laugh for hours while drowning you, of course, a nice gurgle mixed with it is music.

“On the topic of Tyler, what did use to ward him off, it made a sizzling sound.” She craned her neck to you.

“Did I tell you I was hungry? I’m so hungry.” Evading the question.

She brushed her thumb against your palm, “And where’s your wound at? Not a scar nor blood.”

You paused before speaking, privily begging her to rub your palm again. “I could eat a horse, how long do you think it would take me to eat a horse, well they’re cute so maybe something different, maybe a full hog? Dang, they’re also dirty, and sheep is off the table, speaking of sheep do you want to see Skate later tomorrow? What if he’s been eaten...” You stopped, giving Wednesday’s ears a break. “That farmer shot me when I was putting him back, you have that same bullet.” Wednesday whipped her head up at you. Not giving her a glance instead focused on the path ahead.

“How do you know that?”

You shrugged “I have great ears.” Referring to when you confronted Wednesday.

“During my time when digging for info, I turned in the bullet in hopes for DNA.” She confessed, wishing you wouldn’t get upset.

“That’s fine, you wouldn’t find DNA anyways, not mine at least. You never answered my question though.”

Wednesday’s face jumbled up like a jigsaw puzzle, “You just said you were shot though.”

“Skate probably misses us; I miss him a lot. Also, what do I eat, again I’m starving.” She was getting fed up with this dodging.

“If you’re not going to satisfy my questions then stop talking,” before you could make a smart remark, she answered yours. “And yes, we can see Skate, I don’t know what you should eat.” You shut up with a smile, pinky still locked with hers, it was like that the whole walk till you dropped her off at the door of her dorm.

“Where have you been young lady?” Enid raced to Wednesday, “It's been hours, and was that Y/n?.”

Wednesday slid Enid to the side, getting ready to go to bed, “I’ll explain it to you later, but in short, don’t be scared or mad at them, I repeat, I’ll explain it tomorrow.” Enid couldn’t fight Wednesday’s words.

Wednesday fell asleep to her thoughts that night, what did you drop on Tyler? How was the wound gone just like that? What really scratched her brain was the whirlpool of emotions summary you made, what emotions did you know about? Why did it frighten her that you didn’t want these emotions, did Wednesday herself even know what emotions she’s talking about? Absolutely not. What if she did want to be stuck in tides with you?

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x y/n #wdfmifwt #where danger finds me it follows with tides

[i-choose-you-cyndaquil]

do you think enid is the type to forget her own strength at times? like she'd just casually move an obviously heavy object out of her way, paying it no mind other than the slight inconvenience it caused her. or now that she's wolf'ed out she has to try and relearn how to handle things with care because her strength and abilities increased? she was obviously strong pre-wolf out but now? now she's breaking things constantly. her poor phone and laptop didn't survive her excitement and not to mention how much clothing she's torn in her haste.

and wednesday is obviously no help. she finds it humorous to see enid whine and struggle. sometimes the best form of torture comes from what one cannot help after all.

then one day, she's witness to one of enid's acts of violence against another poor school bus she decided looked better on its side. cue the rabied bats flying inside wednesday's stomach.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday just really likes seeing enid lose control #lol muscle jock enid #it's all fun and games until enid turns feral

[eidolons-stuff]

*Enid gets out of the chair in a haste, almost spilling the tea, and kneeling next to Wednesday's bedside*

Enid: "Wednesday? Are you awake?"

Wednesday: *grumbles* "Unfortunately"

Enid: "Oh thank god!"

Thing: *rushes over & hops on to the bed*

Wednesday: "Hello, Thing. You seem to have missed me"

Thing: *signs* "Of course! You had Enid & I worried sick!"

Wednesday: "You sound like my mother" *eye rolls*

#Wednesday is awake #now #this is getting to the good part #enid has some explaining to do #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid #enid sinclair #thing #wenclair #wenclair cult

[jupitermaidalinejoy]

Those Sundays

Wednesday's head was hazy, her brain in all the wrong places. She was tramping through the woods, trying to find peace somewhere. Curse this educational penitentiary, it was hell. There were no quiet places on campus, not even in the library. That's were most of the Gorgons made out or where the Skins went to paint on their eyebrows for the thirteenth time of the day.

It was a dreary Sunday, one Wednesday had expected to relish in, but instead was left crumpled and torn, now blowing abreeze throughout the extensive school grounds, deep in the forest where none of the students ever went. She was disappointed to see the absence of life-threatening beings of any kind like all the other students had informed her about. No, all that was were was trees and a gray sky, along with a calculated, but still thick slice of creek cut diagonally through the wood about fifty yards from where she stood now.

She wished she had grabbed a coat beforehand, but she had rushed out of the dorm with haste, the consequences terraforming as goosebumps along her arms and legs. The black and white pleaded skirt clinging to her legs didn't exactly help to warm herself.

There were little helicopter seeds raining from all around her, which annoyed the goth to death, as they would soon have to be surgically removed from the bottoms of her shoes. That was one surgical procedure that she didn't actually enjoy conducting. Words were spinning about in her consciousness, but not in the way that made her want to sit down and write. It was in the way that made her want that knife stuffed right back into her gut, and for it to never be removed this time. For her to not get get saved this time. It was just one of those Sundays.

"I've had enough, Wednesday!"

"Enid, I-"

"I'm done with your bullshit! I could have gotten killed! You could have gotten killed! Jesus Willa, go on a walk. I can't be around you right now and I'm not leaving this time"

"But if you would just-"

"Go!"

The words pounding at her this time didn't come from her own mind. They came from somewhere she cared about a lot more. So they stung a lot more. And she knew they'd stay there for a lot longer before dissipating into her lungs, breathing each and every one of her words like it was her only goddamn oxygen left.

So when she finally made herself return to her dorm room, after so many hours and on the verge of hypothermia, Enid was asleep in her bed. Hopefully it would have been forgotten by tomorrow.

heyyyy i just felt like writng tho this isn't much. hope you like it tho! i promise the second i have an a03 ill share it and all of this will be uploaded to there! okay lovee youu!

#enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair #wednesday #wednesday x enid

[angelltheninth]

The Real Hard Part

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Tags: fluff, established relationship, dress shopping, much panic from Enid, mildly annoyed Wednesday

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

A/N: Now that I've watched s1 I kinda wish they released the entire show at once because I can't get enough of the Wenclair dynamic. By entire show I mean however many seasons they originally planned out. Fingers crossed for more, and hopefully they can be canon in s2.

Asking Wednesday to be her girlfriend and asking her out to the dance was surprisingly the easy part of Enid's week. Despite how Wednesday made it seem Enid could see that she was looking forward to the dance. The shopping? Not so much.

"I will never forgive you for dragging me into this hell." Wednesday protested for the millionth time yet still kept her hand around Enid's as they walked through the store. "It's more brightly colored than your side of our room. I did not thing such a thing was possible."

Enid only smiled her way, as bright, if not somehow brighter then her usual smiles. It seems like she's been smiling a lot more lately.

"I asked you to the dance, you said yes, so now we need some pretty dresses. I know white isn't exactly your color but I'm sure we can find something, you'll look good in anything anyways." This thought had nothing to do with the fact that Enid had been doodling Wednesday in a white dress for a few weeks now. "We can match!"

Enid's excited squeal would have made Wednesday cringe if she wanted to display that much emotion on the outside to begin with. It was cute, but the fact that Wednesday found it cute was what really made her cringe internally.

"Why do you insist on that? Everyone is already well aware of us being a couple. You aren't exactly subtle Enid." The preppy girl was like a little overly excited puppy when it came to Wednesday. "Let's get this over with."

"Oh come on! This isn't just about dress shopping Willa! This is about us bonding over clothes. That's so important for a couple!" She lead her goth girlfriend through the many rows of clothing, looking over many different dresses with excitement while Wednesday just stood there and wished she was anywhere else.

Going on a date with Enid wasn't bad. She liked dates with Enid. She never felt pressured or pushed into anything. But this... dress shopping spree made her reconsider her relationship with Enid. For a few seconds.

"I think this one will suit me!" Wednesday's head snapped toward her girlfriend, now twirling around in very fitting white dress with a slight silver shine to it. "Have you spotted something you want?"

"Other than you? No." Enid's face almost light aflame from that statement. The werewolf was surprisingly easy, and fun to tease. As much as it made her want to vomit Wednesday was beginning to see why her parents complimented each other all the time. Wednesday loved looking at Enid. She was always adorable, even in her rainbow of colors that should by all accounts make Wednesday want to run away. "Let's buy this and be on our way."

"Wait! Willa! You need to pick something!" Enid yelled after her, and in her haste tripped over her feet.

Wednesday's protective instincts kicked in fast, the other dresses thrown to the floor in favor of catching her girlfriend. "Are you sure you're able to dance? Or will I need to hold you all evening?"

"I... well I mean, you could. I won't complain." Enid's pupils widened and she positively swooned at the thought of spending the entire dance in Wednesday's arms.

"Down Enid. We are in a public store." There is no way in hell Wednesday would become like her parents. She liked holding Enid's hand, she liked staring murder at whoever thought they didn't belong together, but she was not doing public affection to such a degree.

This was much to Enid's disappointment. "One kiss on the cheek? You're really cool when you get all protective on me." Maybe it was a wolf thing? To look for someone strong and dependable to be their life partner and want to cuddle and nuzzle against them.

With a heave sigh Wednesday bent down and brushed her nose against Enid's, "This is all you're getting cara mia."

Once again Enid's smile got brighter, almost blinding. "Fair enough."

"Ahem!" Someone behind them cleared their throat. The two girls turned to see a woman looking at them with a critical stare, "Please be aware that this is not the sort of place of place for hormonal make out sessions."

"Oh no we know that. Sorry. It's our first dance together!" Enid jumped up and down, smiling at Wednesday before she happily skipped along to pay for her dress.

Words could not describe how happy Wednesday was to be out of that store. She even smiled as they stepped out, as if she's just spend years in solitary confinement and has seen the Sun for the first time. Yeah, as if anyone could put an Addams in solitary for long.

Enid joined her with a huff and followed her as they made their way back to the bus station, "You still need a dress."

"I will be fine Enid. I will just wear my..." Something hauntingly beautiful caught Wednesday's eye. She stopped and turned to look at the black dress on display. "Hmm."

"Omg. That... we're not gonna match but... it would suit you." Enid leaned her chin against Wednesday's shoulder, slightly nudging her head towards the dress, "You want it?" Enid could already tell that she did. Wednesday's signals were subtle but given how she's known her for a little while, and payed very close attention to her for that manner, the werewolf could easily pick up on them. "You do! Oh Willa we are gonna slay at that dance?"

"There's going to be murder? You should have opened with that." There was that little sparkle in her eye, one that Enid knew well. And as much as it was concerning that Wednesday was so excited about a possibility of murder Enid knew very well what she signed up for when she fell for the Addams. "Then indeed, we should look our best. Let's go Enid." Wednesday stepped into the shop with a newfound conviction.

Enid let out a dreamy sigh as she watched her go, "Right behind you." She skipped and followed after her. This was going to be a dance to remember.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday fanfic

[kendo413]

Wenclair prompt

Viking Sinclairs were sailing to France but got blown off course to Spain during a storm. Once they got their bearings, they decided to attack a strange manor on a cliffside (so convenient!). It's the Addams' mansion, during a reunion, and they're welcomed with open arms. Those open arms are also excited for dueling new combatants, and the Vikings aren't used to such skilled defenders. The Sinclairs call a retreat.

In their haste to leave, they forget Enid, who got lost wandering the mansion hallways following the melancholy sounds of the cello providing ambiance for the duel below.

#fanfiction prompt #wednesday #wednesday and enid #wenclair #wednesday addams

[hopelesslyfallenninlove]

Larissa Weems x Reader Chapter 4: A well needed chat

Chapter 3- where we left off: With that being said I turn around and close my eyes beginning to turn back. I hear a gasp leave her lips, I am frozen in place…

“Y/N? You’re the little raven that’s been visiting me?” Larissa questions in disbelief. I slowly turn around to face her. Larissa looks so angry right now, I've never seen her with such rage before. Maybe I should have just stopped going there, so she wouldn't look at me this way. The more she stares at me the more my heart breaks knowing that I have ruined the trust we've had. I feel a tear roll down my eye and with out a second thought I turn into the raven and fly off, not wanting to see Larissa look at me that way anymore. I fly and fly and fly till I reach Burlington. I contemplate on weather or not I should just run away entirely and hop of the train and disappear for the rest of my life, live in the woods forever or go back and face the music. After much consideration on all parts the best option is to go back, however I don't want to go back just yet, I need a few more hours to myself.

As I approach Nevermore it is late into the next evening, I avoid going in front of Larissa's balcony and instead fly in front of Wednesday's when I see Enid on her bed crying. I land on the balcony and gently knock on the window, she jumps and looks when she sees me she gets a confused look on her face but comes to the window anyways. "Ms. Y/N, what are you- how did you get here?" Enid questions before letting me in fully.

"Oh, Enid never mind that right now, what's wrong kiddo?" I wave off her concerns of me appearing out of know where and try to get down to the task at hand.

"Oh... it's something stupid. I'm gonna be okay, just needed a cry" Enid tells me avoiding the conversation.

"I won't push you to talk but just know that I am always here for you." I tell her sincerely and give her a side hug. As soon as we pull away her door opens an in walks Wednesday.

"Enid, I didn't forget it was your birthday, you were supposed to come down for your surprise party." Wednesday tells her with her same emotionless face. Enid looks at me and chuckles before replying to Wednesday with a simple oh. "What are you doing here Ms. Y/N? You know Principle Weems has been looking for you all day" Wednesday finally looking at me questions. I clear my throat and stand up.

"Oh, I was just have a quick fly by when I saw Enid crying and needed to make sure she was okay. Now that she is, first Happy Birthday and second I will leave you both be." Since I was out all night and day I barely registered what I said and the fact that I am now a raven again flying away from their window. Wednesday and Enid are both shocked at what they had just witnessed.

I soon make it to my room, and transform back to my human form and get ready for bed. I double check that my door is locked before heading into a peaceful slumber. As I awake midday I am reminded of how I left Wednesday and Enid so in quick haste I go to their room to talk to them about that. It being Saturday I don't have to worry about them being in class, I knock on their door waiting for one of them to answer. To my surprise it is both of them, Enid having a mega watt smile on, they let me in the room. "Look, I know what I did last night and you girls can't tell anyone what I am or what you saw. I try really hard to keep it a secret. If people found out they would either ask me to change into what ever animal or they would come after me." I look at both girls and they both nod.

"You don't have to worry Ms. Y/N, we understand and your our favorite teacher so we need you hear with us." Enid said and Wednesday just nodded in agreement.

"Good, thank you girls, I really appreciate it, truly. Now you both have a spectacular weekend see you Monday." With that being said I left and went back to my room where someone is waiting for me. Before entering my room I can already smell her familiar sandalwood and jasmine perfume right as I am outside my door. I guess this is now or never. I push it open and there she is sat on my bed holding my pillow. She looks up and I can see the fresh tears on her cheeks. She puts the pillow down before coming up to me and clinging on for dear life. She soon starts to sob uncontrollably. I whisper soothing words and reassure her that it is all going to be okay. Larissa soon calms and she slaps my shoulder. "Ow, what was that for, Larissa?" I rub it as she tries to glare but just more tears fall out.

"Don't you ever do that to me again. Do you hear me? You left for almost 24hrs with no one hearing from you. I thought you got hurt or worse got shot in your bird form and was laying in the woods dying. So... if this between us is going to work I need you to be more careful and not run away at the first sign of a fight. Do you hear me Y/F/N?" Larissa says as sternly as she can.

"Wait, wait a minuet I thought you were pissed at me for deceiving you? And you looked like you wanted to rip my head off and hang it as a trophy so yeah I left" I tell her confused. Larissa looks at me in the eyes with nothing but love and some amusement. What is funny at this point in time right now.

"Oh, no love I was not mad just a little confused but it all made since after I thought it all through I mean who else but you would bring me flowers and notes as a bird. And if I am honest I might have done some digging on you after our very first meeting so I knew you could change into animals, but didn't put those together till last night." Larissa grabs my hand rubbing the back and softly tells me. Good she's not mad.

"Well, that's good then. I'm sorry for scaring you for being gone so long. Sometimes when I'm really emotional I get stuck in my head and time flies but" I joke and Larissa chuckles at that.

"So, now we have that cleared up. It is very clear to me that we have a very strong connection. So if you are willing to give me a second chance to take you on that date we had planned?" Larissa's eye hold hope and I just can't help but smile wide in response.

"I think I can manage that, love" I tell her and lean in to kiss. This kiss is different from others it is softer and more loving. We break apart with smiles on our faces. "So what time are you gonna pick me up Larissa?"

Larissa smile gets even wider. "How about 5pm darling?"

"That sounds like a perfect plan to me" Larissa gives me one last kiss before saying goodnight and retiring into her room. I flop down on my bed and just think about how this all changed again in a 180, but I'm not going to complain. Wow I get an actual date with Larissa Weems. This is going to be amazing.

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 7

Current Moon Phase: Third Quarter 🌗

Enid accompanied me on my way to my therapy session. She stopped outside the door and said she would wait for me. I told her there was no need but she insisted. She then gave a cryptic statement about having something for us to do after. I would have questioned her further but I did not wish to be late. Just as I was about to grab the door handle she pulled me into an unexpected embrace. Admittedly my mind went blank for a moment. This is understandable as I was in the clutches of a quite formidable werewolf.

Just as soon as the embrace began it ended. In my dazed state I mumbled something incoherently before quickly entering. I cannot recall what I said, for I was clearly in a state of fight or flight. I sometimes foolishly forget that my subject of study is an unpredictable apex predator. Had we not been packmates I am most certain she could have mauled me on the spot. That is not to say I wouldn’t have put up a fight, merely that my complacency could easily lead to my undoing.

I was too lost in thought from the unprompted pseudo attack to realize my therapist was waiting for me in the foyer. She asked if I was ‘okay’ and said that I looked ‘panicked.’ I took a moment to regain my composure before assuring her that I was perfectly fine and that I had just survived a sudden ambush from a werewolf. She nodded her head towards the window and asked ‘is that the werewolf?’ I turned around to see Enid waving from the other side. I closed the curtains with haste and made a disapproving remark about her irresponsibly lackadaisical attitude towards her clients’ confidentiality.

She asked if I wanted to invite my ‘friend’ to sit inside to wait for me. My immediate response was ‘no’ but I was once again gripped by the irrational fear of Enid suddenly disappearing. I changed my answer before peeking back through the window. Enid was casually pacing back and forth, likely on guard. I opened the door and extended the offer. She took it up at once, I assume because she could protect her packmate with greater efficacy by being inside the same building. She found a seat and promptly sat down. Pleasantries were exchanged and soon we retreated into the other room while Enid stayed in the foyer.

I inquired as to how well the room in which we conducted our sessions was soundproofed. After I received her assurance I dove into the matter that had been eating away at my sanity for the past two weeks. She seemed surprised but did not interrupt my recollection of the night of the Hunter’s Moon. After I finished my story there was an extended pause. She seemed to be considering her answer, or lack thereof, for a time before she asked why I would be afraid of Enid leaving. What a foolish question. I was almost too incensed to speak. Her expression appeared neutral but I could tell she was most pleased by my strong reaction to such an impertinent question.

I could have ranted and raved for hours as to why Enid’s absence would distress me, not least of which that we were now packmates. She asked me to clarify what ‘packmates’ meant. It felt ridiculous to have to explain that Enid was a werewolf. Was she truly that inattentive or oblivious when I recounted the events of the Hunter’s Moon? I expounded as to how Enid and I were a pack. She asked how many were in our pack. I mentioned that as of present it is just the two of us. She asked if I wanted any more packmates. I said that it was not my decision but Enid’s. She asked how I’d feel if Enid added someone else to our pack.

I could not understand her erratic line of questioning. I came in with a clear problem and asked for a clear solution. Yet we were discussing this. I responded that I didn’t mind who Enid added as long as they were up to my standards and could truly protect Enid. She proceeded with her inane queries, asking who I thought would be a worthy packmate for Enid. I considered the question as I thought of the student population at the academy. I stated no one at present. She asked why I thought I was a good packmate for Enid.

I went on to elucidate my qualifications. She seemed to suddenly recall my whole purpose for being there and asked if I still thought I was a worthy packmate after the incident of the Hunter’s Moon. I was simply dumbfounded by the question. It took me some time to come up with my answer. I was ashamed but I owned up to my own idiocy. Perhaps I was not as meritorious. She asked why I thought Enid kept me as a packmate then. I was suddenly perplexed. Why did Enid decide to keep me as a packmate after my magnificent display of ineptitude that night?

I had no answer other than it was Enid’s choice. She posited that if Enid chose to keep me as a packmate, wouldn’t she also choose to come back if she disappeared? I begrudgingly had to admit her reasoning was logical and I did feel a slight ease in my tension. She suggested I talk to Enid about my fears and allow her to explain her actions to address it as a packmate. I argued that Enid didn’t owe me a solution to my own irrational problems. She posited another query; if Enid had a concern that involved me, would I not like to be informed of it so as to ease her mind? Once again I could find no fault in her logic.

There were but a few minutes left in the session when she asked one follow-up question from earlier. She wanted further clarity on whether being packmates with Enid made me view her as a sister or something else. I would have to go with the latter. I… care for Enid but not in a familial sense. It is best described as like a friend but also not. It is more complex and less easily defined. My ‘homework’ between sessions is to discuss with Enid my irrational fear of her disappearing and what it means for us to be packmates. I said I would consider it. She reminded me that I could call her at any time.

As I left the room and reentered the foyer I saw Enid sitting exactly where I left her. Her eyes lit up like that of a puppy’s as she got to her feet. I had been gone for an hour and yet her demeanor was as if I had been gone for days. For whatever reason I felt compelled to complete the first half of my assigned homework. I took her hands and forced myself to look straight into those cerulean eyes. I felt a lump form in my throat unexpectedly. Enid looked taken aback and a little nervous. I swallowed hard before stating the simple fact that I had developed an irrational and foolish fear of her leaving unexpectedly.

My eyes began to burn, likely from the cool dry air and dust. I blinked a few times as my body began to overcorrect for the dryness. Enid squeezed my hands in response before assuring me she wasn’t about to vanish. I restated that I knew my fear was asinine and unfounded. She shook her head before asking why I didn’t tell her sooner. I repeated my previous answer. I was once again pulled into her arms in a tight vice-like grip. The pressure was admittedly soothing. I returned the gesture, out of common courtesy. There was so much warmth radiating off of her that I wondered how she did not overheat. She smelled of jasmine and vanilla…

She asked if I wanted to go back home to our dorm to talk more. The idea of opening up any further and sharing even more than I already had was overwhelming. I declined before reminding her that she had alluded to an activity after my session. The embrace broke and from within a jacket pocket Enid retrieved two tickets to the local community theatre’s production of “Macbeth.” I had no words but Enid didn’t seem to need them. I let her lead me by the hand back out into the crisp Autumn air.

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