#the addams curse

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

The Addams curse is just the far majority of the family being demi-sexual and insane.

It’s why that although they are a family of powerful witches no one has managed to break the curse. Because no curse was actually cast.

But the legend and subsequent ‘proof’ of its existence has lived on so they all believe it’s true. Most of these ace-spec bitches genuinely believing they’re immune until they fall in love and then they’re like “aha! the curse has struck again!”

Morticia figured this out not long after meeting Gomez’s extended family, but shit stirrer that her younger self was decided to keep that information to herself and played along for her own amusement.

Which has paid off ten fold as she now gets to watch her fiercely independent walking advertisement for the Addams curse of a daughter drive herself mad trying to break the curse after noticing that she’d developed *gasp* feelings for an overtly sensitive, brightly coloured werewolf girl with the personality of a rainbow.

“I’m not in love with Enid. The very idea is ridiculous. I just like looking at her and smelling her and holding her hand and sometimes I fantasise about dying in her warm embrace… But those are just symptoms of the curse, there is no other explanation. I should have taken the warnings more seriously.” - W.A.

Which then leads to six months worth of frequent conversation similar to the following that Morticia will never let go of,

Wednesday: Mother it pains me to say this but I need your help. The curse has me in it grasp and it’s killing me. I cannot focus on breaking the hold it has on me and our family because all I can think about is her… and the way my name sounds upon her sweet lips as if she’s calling me to my own doom.

Morticia, flipping through gothic wedding magazines and trying to think of ways to include pink without making half their family nauseous: Why don’t you take Enid out on a friendly excursion darling. Perhaps if you’re around her for an extended period of time the yearning will wain and you’ll be able to focus on your task more efficiently.

Wednesday: Good idea. I’ll take her for a walk through the cemetery.

Morticia: There are roses in the conservatory I’ve yet to chop the heads off you can bring to her. And don’t forget to tell her she looks pretty or your father will be very disappointed in you.

Wednesday: Obviously. I’m not an animal.

Morticia: And if you feel the need to kiss her I wouldn’t fight it. Who knows what will happen if you do.

Wednesday: Nothing good, I presume. It must be done. Thank you, mother. You’re advice has been satisfactory.

Morticia: Of course, darling. Have an miserable date with your beloved.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #morticia addams #the addams family #wenclair #enid x wednesday #the addams curse #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #ptbv

[ortegaywolfie]

A BROKEN SOUL - WENCLAIR FIC

The werewolf howled painfully, its hoarse throat making the sensitive ears of the rest of the pack bleed. Huge claws raked trees and exposed fangs made clear the will to not be disturbed in its misery. The full moon shone in the dark sky, illuminating the path of the maddened wolf seeking comfort for its broken heart.

"She needs her mate, Dad. Soon her lupine form will go completely mad, we will lose her!" The male voice sounded anguished, pleading.

"We can't force her, son. Your she-wolf cries every moon for her mate and her human form deteriorates more every day, I think there is something wrong with her chosen by Selene" The other thick voice sounded, broken by the scene in front of him.

"I don't want to lose her, Daddy. I don't want to lose Enid" The boy whimpered, sad, watching the wolf with colored locks lost in hurt howls and fits of rage.

Wednesday never really hated her visions, sometimes they were inopportune and chaotic and constantly led her into investigations that could cost her her life? Well, yes. But lately they were painful, desperate and left a bad taste in her mouth, an unappreciated bitter taste. Her visions were harbingers of destruction, desolation and pain; Wednesday never believed in anything, was never religious, never needed to cling to a higher deity to solve her problems, to hell with them, she was an Addams, no matter what stood in her way, no deity would be more capable than she was of getting rid of it. She possessed intelligence, proficiency, and the ability to kill above any idiot who dared to challenge her.

Even with all this, when the first vision came to her after Nevermore, she prayed. Wednesday obediently placed her knees on the floor, braced her hands on the bed, laid her head in her hands and begged, her hoarse voice ripping through the dry throat of fear that shook her bones a few minutes ago still shaking her being. She pleaded hard for any deity who could hear her to have compassion to help an unbeliever, she cried out for any force beyond her ability to stop her vision from happening, little did she know it wouldn't be the first time she had done that.

That was only her first vision of Enid.

That was when the curse began.

Mornings were the less worst, her body motionless in bed for hours seemed to calm the poison coursing through her body, corroding her veins and shutting down her limbs. Ah, the beauty of the Addams curse, fated to find a single being to love and adore until the end of its existence, made to care for and protect its person from any harm. It was beautiful when it worked out, a singular and everlasting love. For Wednesday, it started with a tingling in her fingertips while writing or playing the cello after her 19th birthday.

The curse lived up to its name, cursed from the beginning, the Addams were devoted lovers, they needed to be, it was in their blood as well as that demonic poison. The Addams who couldn't find it, lived without ever having to suffer from it. The Addams who were rejected, went mad, became a hollow shell of lamentations and delusions, until their usually premature death.

But few were the Addams who refused, refused to give in to the perpetual love of another human being chosen by the curse. These Addams suffered for as long as their predestined one lived. The veins burned all over the body with the poison that attacked slowly but had a constant pain, starting at the extremities, hands and feet burned as if they were in the fire, bringing black lines where the veins should be and destroying the nerves, leaving a slight excruciating tingle with the feeling that you can still use the affected part, but you can't.

Wednesday, now 22 years old, wore a black cane with a wolf's head studded in white gold, had from his foot to just below his right knee covered in black veins that pulsed painfully against skin that just tingled, making the mixture maddening. She sat up in bed, watching the disembodied hand running across the floor for the cane as she stretched. Leaning on the cane, she nodded gratefully to Thing and headed for the bathroom. Hygiene done, she made her way downstairs for breakfast, Thing never leaving her side for any emergency.

"Good morning my beautiful storm cloud, how are you?" Gomez asked as soon as his daughter entered the room.

"Terrible, father" the short answer showed little interest in continuing the subject, which was respected by the man.

Grandma entered the room babbling randomly with a bowl of soup that was deposited in front of her firstborn.

"Any change?" Grandma asked, analyzing her granddaughter who promptly began to eat.

"My hands are starting, I can feel it burning like it's going to peel the skin off the bones" Wednesday explained, startling the table.

"That's strange, let me see" Grandma asked, pulling at her granddaughter's gloves, the fingertips of both hands were dark as bruises, the same way it started on her leg.

"That doesn't make sense, there is something wrong with your chosen one, my dear" The older one noted, it shouldn't move that quickly since the curse was meant to last for years, slowly punishing until it caused Addams brain death.

"You should talk to her, dear. You know you can reverse it" Morticia tried once again. Since graduating from Nevermore, Wednesday had cut off contact with absolutely everyone she met there, even when the curse started she never told them who her person was and they never insisted, they only knew that she was a woman and that what was done was done, she couldn't go back on her.

"You know I won't do that, she deserves better" Wednesday sighed, tired of the same old talk.

"You are too stubborn. Accept her as yours and a commitment to physiotherapy and you would have your mobility back" Gomez complained, he knew the curse would stop, the affected parts could be rehabilitated but his daughter just didn't seem to care.

"She's not mine, I can handle that stupid curse, I'm an Addams." Wednesday growled, cold gaze passing over each person at the table.

"That curse is from our ancestors, it is the only thing capable of breaking us, Wednesday. Letting yourself be destroyed by it makes you exactly what you never wanted, weak" Morticia's sentence weighed heavily, causing Wednesday to stare at her with slumped shoulders and a sad face.

"I'm tired of the visions with her, that drug in my body doesn't bother me for killing me, but knowing that her rapid advancement is because there is something going on with her makes me hopeless." She had broken herself into millions of pieces for Enid to live, what could be killing her? Strangely, she felt lighter, putting that out there was like being able to breathe for a few seconds. Every full moon day her nightmares were filled with the depressing and irrational werewolf, during the days her visions showed the girl with the colorful locks listless, with the protruding bones and the lost blue eyes. The curse wouldn't drive Wednesday crazy, but those visions of Enid would.

Graduation, the most anticipated moment for all Nevermore students, even Wednesday felt less miserable.

"Willa, I wonder if we can talk after dinner?" the voice of Enid sounded anxious from across the room. Wednesday was sitting on her bed, lacy black dress, similar to the one from the first prom, clung to the body of the smaller girl who watched the blonde finish her makeup.

"We're here now. Speak up" Wednesday replied, catching the blonde's gaze through the mirror.

"I think I'd better not, I'd rather have it later. Please" the blonde did the puppy dog eyes, smiling when the brunette huffed and agreed with her head.

"Don't hide the scars, they're pleasant to look at" Wednesday warned, watching the girl blush under her makeup and lower the primer that went straight to the pink marks on her forehead and cheek.

"You must be the only person who thinks they're pretty," the blonde remarked, tidying the curls at the end of her hair and standing up.

"And yet you never cover for them when I ask, is the fact that I like them enough for you?" Wednesday asked, curious. She stood up toward the door, not seeing the bright blue ones staring at the back of her head.

"That's the only thing that matters."

Bianca gave her speech and the calling of the students to pick up their diploma, was miserable, to say the least. All the crying and screaming was making Wednesday incredibly homicidal and exhausted. Dinner was quieter, the families seemed focused on their children, asking about future plans and congratulating on the current achievement.

Wednesday remained quiet at her table, watching Pugsley and Eugene interact. They were distinctive and complementary, and the brunette secretly adored them both. Gomez was holding his emotions well with his wife's support, but allowed himself to be affectionate with Eugene who was open to the older man's bear hug.

Wednesday missed her mother's narrowed eyes as soon as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, sending shock through her body. Enid.

"Can we talk now, Willa?"

With Thing's help, Wednesday returned to her room, she would take advantage of the wave of miserable inspiration to write while she could. Grandma's potions lessened the fire coursing through her veins, making the burning tolerable to get through the day.

She propped her cane on the side of the table, sitting down with a thud, and forced herself to write, she would finish at least the third book before she lost the nerves in her hands. The hands, being struck prematurely by the black lines, what the hell was happening to Enid? Why was her curse advancing so fast? Her last visions of the woman were terrible, but they were omens, not actual, right? They couldn't be current, why would Enid be in such a deplorable state that she suffocated Wednesday in a merciless grip whenever she caught a glimpse of the blonde?

Wednesday was pulled out of the worry spiral by the hand that accompanied her, Thing was pounding incessantly on the bedside table to draw the brunette's attention to the piece of clothing tossed on her bed, making her heart squeeze painfully in her rib cage. A black snood with a small scorpion knitted in white on the edge, Enid had made her in second year. But that was not the most vivid memory she had of that time.

The rain roared heavily outside, the black sky being whitened by lightning made the blonde restless in her bed letting out frightened whimpers and grunts, consequently irritating the goth girl across the room. It was the second year they shared a room, although the brunette had become more tolerant of her roommate, being in the way of her routine still irritated her deeply, and right now, she was irritated and sleepy.

"Enid, stop acting like a puppy and go to sleep," Wednesday growled loudly, uncrossing her arms from her chest and facing the blonde. Enid was sitting up in bed, blanket thrown over her head as she stared at the large window.

"I can't Wed, the thunder is hurting my ears."

"Then cover them, you have headphones for that" Enid met Wednesday's gaze, lowering the blanket from her head revealing the gray headphones over her ears. Wednesday sighed, she needed to sleep.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" offered in a soft tone of voice, she knew it wasn't the blonde's fault so getting angry wouldn't lead to anything.

"Well, if you have another one of Thing to put over my ears, maybe" The blonde complained, her head throbbing from the thundering rain.

"I wouldn't want to have even him"

"Then I guess the answer is no" Enid replied dryly, lying in a fetal position with her hands clenching the headphones to the point of hurting her ears and her eyes closed.

Wednesday sighed defeated, her body vibrating strangely with her roommate's discomfort, she didn't like seeing her like this. Going against her reason and being sure that she would put the blame on her sleep in the morning, she got up. She crept silently over to the blonde ball grunting under the offensively colored blanket, feeling her heart organ twitch painfully.

"Give me some space," she ordered, getting no reaction from Enid. She waited for a loud thunderclap to finish roaring before pulling the headphones from the largest, receiving an annoyed look along with a shout.

"WHAT THE FUCK, WEDNESDAY?" The brunette ignored it, placing the headphone on the nightstand and tucking herself into the covers next to the blonde, who was now wide-eyed and threw herself into the corner of the bed hard, being cushioned by the teddy bears.

"I talked to you, but you didn't listen."

"Sorry if I was trying not to go crazy or deaf" Enid scoffed, still startled by the brunette lying on her bed, feeling her heart beating hard at the approach and her stomach turning dizzily.

"You're forgiven" Enid rolled her eyes at the response, laying back down on the pillow, staring at the brunette.

"Okay...why are you here?"

"This is my room too" The blonde sighed, Sleepy Wednesday was a different kind of irritant than usual, a type Enid had seen only a few times to learn to deal with.

"Why did you come to my bed, Wednesday?"

"Oh, I came to help you." Wednesday replied simply, her eyes heavy and her body relaxing back to sleep. The roar of thunder outside made Enid cry out, without the headphones the sounds hurt too much for her lupine ears.

"Then you're doing a lousy job" The blonde whined, clenching her already red ears with her hands and closing her eyes tightly.

Wednesday regained consciousness enough to finish what she came to do. She moved closer to the blonde, taking her hands away from her ears and pulling her to her shoulders; she hugged Enid's head, pressing her tear-drenched face into her chest and fitting her biceps into her ears with enough pressure to cover them from the sound outside. Enid sighed, surprised at the amount of sudden contact coming from Wednesday, she tried to pull away only to feel her head being buried further into the cold chest; she hugged the smaller body around her waist, took a deep breath of the brunette's scent, Feeling her senses slowly calm down as the hearing problem was solved by the firm arms around her head, the power of a mate was amazing. She let her mind sail toward dreamland, lulled by a whisper made beside her right ear.

"Sleep well, il mio cucciolo."

Wednesday damned the day she brought that gift with her, the day she saw any chance of having Enid destroyed, or rather, the day she destroyed everything. She had dreams of Enid adventuring, her blonde hair blowing in the wind as she kept that smile that could light up Wednesday's darkest thoughts, her oceanic eyes shining in excitement as she ran across a meadow towards her. In her nightmares, she was running to someone else, someone she would share her life with, someone who would give her the silence that only happens when two people understand each other, someone she would trust with the most doubtful parts of herself, with whom she would build a family, her mate. If her wishes came true, it would be her. Every day waking up alone after nightmares with the blonde wondering if something had been different, would everything be different? If only she had felt what it was like to be hers, she would know what she was dying for.

Wednesday awoke from self-pity with a burning sensation in her hands, a burning so strong it made her groan and gasp, clasping her hands against her chest. She pulled the gloves off with difficulty, watching the black lines snaking under her skin down to the middle of her hands, her fingers losing their burn from the tingling that afflicted her leg, the nerves twitching until they could no longer be felt. Enid, what is happening to you, il mio lupo?

Pugsley entered the room like a bolt of lightning, being accompanied by the disembodied hand on his shoulder, when Thing had left? The younger man hurried toward his sister, pulling her hands into his own, looking at Wednesday with pain.

"Geez Wed, I'm sorry" He began, facing the brunette. "But you need to do something, are you going to let Enid die without knowing that you love her?" He spoke solemnly, holding the brunette's surprised gaze.

"'Cmon Wednesday, did you really think I didn't know? I studied your senior year there, remember? There was no way I couldn't tell" Pugsley scoffed, watching Wednesday's face fall from surprise to regret.

"I've needed Enid since before this stupid curse. I need her to give meaning to the pumping of my heart, it makes no sense for it to beat if not to devote it to her. I feel breathless, hopeless, burning slowly every fiber of me away from her, going crazy imagining that she is with someone else knowing that even if I don't deserve her, no one will love her like I do. I feel the air burn my lungs from imagining that this poison in me is advancing because she is dying. I need her, Pugs." Wednesday panted, feeling her eyes burn with the tears she held back, she would not cry in front of her youngest.

"Then go after her and tell her the truth, she needs you too" He advised, his sister's broken voice squeezing his heart, he had pulled too much from Gomez to not suffer through his sister's pain.

"Tell her the truth..." Wednesday whispered, letting out all the pain she had held since that night. "Tell her the truth and take the risk of her accepting rather than following the cold moon that assigned her destiny, your mate? No, not Pugsley. Let her think I never loved her, let her follow her destiny without distractions with what she thought it would be to be in love, with what she thought it would be to love me. Enid lives under Selene's choice, I hope she is happy and fulfilled. I will live under my choice, longing that I may feel it one last time, soothe my soul with the balm that is the presence of the one I loved irrevocably in life, carry me into the last breath of death."

#wenclair fic #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday is soft for enid #the addams curse #one shot #ao3 fanfic #morticiaandgomez #the addams family #pugsley addams #sapphic #taylor swift quotes #fanfic #wednesday enid

[tanema123]

I hope this fricking works. I made the image too fricking big. This is what extra 0 gets you...

Anyways, here is the promised wedding! We got the normal version and the colored one.

We got Zestial and Carmilla in astounding outfits, wearing each others colors. Kinda Morticia and Gomez, aka Addams wedding vibes. Took them 200 years...... But they got married!

We got her daughters, Clara has the petals, Odette the rice. Its a costum to throw rice in some cultures. Ans Rosie as well...

And finally... The priest, CURSED CAT ALASTOR. Muahahahaahaha

I hope you enjoy this litttle fanart, as I did when I was making it.

#vivziepop #hazbin hotel #hazbin overlords #carmilla carmine #hazbin #clara hazbin hotel #odette hazbin hotel #zestial #zestmilla #rosie hazbin hotel #rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #carmilla #carmila carmine #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla x zestial #wedding #love #celebration #art #fanart #hazbin art #hazbin hotel art #cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel fanart #festivities #petals #lovers #funny #the addams family

[loyelhasrandomideas]

Yoko: She may have changed back to her human form. Her name is Enid. She’s this hyper skinny journalist.

Jericho Police: Any other description?

Ajax: Yea um. She’s like what? 5’7”?

Yoko: ..She’s got a bony ass, and fat thighs. And bad skin.

[Enid crashes through window]

Enid: LIAR [flips middle finger]

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #yoko tanaka #incorrect wednesday quotes #cursed 2005 #wenclair #did this instead of homework

[pororoh]

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS x TYLER GALPIN | Wednesday 1.06 “Quid Pro Woe”

#wyler #weyler #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #the addams family #wednesday netflix #wednesday show #wednesday addams x tyler galpin #wednesdayedit #wednesday season 1 #i always love how abrupt she is its a whole fucking mood #i have a crush on them both - and also love them both #jenna ortega #hunter doohan #jennaortegaedit #hunterdoohanedit #wednesday #tysday #the cursed ship name

[vaniloqu3nce]

Headcanon: Black-Cat and Enid flirt relentlessly. It’s worse than Wednesday and Spider-Wolf flirting/arguing because Enid knows that’s Wednesday, and Wednesday ofc knows who Enid is. She’s so gay, featuring the addams’ family curse. Black-Cat is the only way Wednesday feels like she can get her feelings for Enid out without jeopardizing her actual friendship (Wednesday doesn’t realize Enid knows who she is yet.) Black-Cat is very romantic with Enid and Enid soaks it up, Black-Cat is like “I’d steal the sun out of the sky for daring to rival your brightness.” And Enid just melts.

Basically somehow they’re enemies to lovers (spider-wolf and wednesday), roommates/friends to lovers (wednesday and enid), and totally in love villain/anti-hero x secret super hero who’s also desperately in love with them (black-cat and enid) WHATS NOT TO LOVE. YOU’RE GETTING ALL THREE. ALL OF THE BEST TROPES.

#spider wolf #wenclair #enid sinclair #enid #enid x wednesday #wednesday #wenid #enid and wednesday #eniday #wednesday addams #wednesday 2022 #headcanon #the gomezification of wednesday addams #addams family curse #the addams family curse

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Enid loves Taylor Swift and Wednesday has no interest in her music until Enid makes a playlist that consists purely of Look What You Made Me Do, Don’t Blame Me, I Did Something Bad, No Body No Crime, and Vigilante Shit on repeat

It is Wednesday’s second most listened to playlist and she will never admit that

#wednesday will never admit it but thing tattles on her #her first most listened to playlist is a bunch of classical stuff #sometimes while she’s writing she’ll put on the ts playlist just to help her get in the ‘murder mindset’ as Enid calls it #also wednesday definitely doesn’t keep anything personal on her phone #she is so adamant that they are very easy to hack and demonstrates on xavier’s phone #enid has to point out that most people don’t research how to commit crimes in their spare time #wednesday #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #tw cursing #cw cursing

[cirque-dhomosexual]

I don't know who first got the idea that experiencing love at first sight is an Addams family curse but I love you and wish that you may never experience a dissatisfactory pillow temperature or writer's block. This is my favorite piece of non-canon canon to ever exist.

#i seriously lovw you #your brain is so huge #the addams family #addams family curse #wenclair #wishing you a juicy kiss on the forehead

[usiel21]

Wednesday and Enid: A slice of life Part II

So Wednesday has discovered that she has fallen in love with Enid, and like an Addams, attempts to court Enid who is completely oblivious to Wednesday's attempts to woo her (Not really, Enid swoons every time but convinces herself that Wednesday can't possibly have feelings for her) and Wednesday's courting attempts get increasingly more bold and risqué

Enid's a werewolf? Wednesday hunts down a Buck and drag's it's carcass straight up to Ophelia Hall. Whilst sweating and swearing every two seconds because Wednesday is Hobbit Sized and is dragging a deer 1.5x her body weight. (Provide Food)

Enid's always cold? She builds her a Nest, using a combination of her own clothing's and sheets and Enid's Own. (Provide Shelter)

Enid can't sleep? Wednesday plays gentle music on her cello until Enid falls asleep (Providing safe space to sleep)

Two transfer students haven't learned that Enid is off limits to being bullied, everyone is quickly reminded as to why that is, as Enid is cornered as they harass her, they suddenly realise they fucked up as Wednesday slips in-between them, No one questions the two screaming students hanging by their ankles from the branch of a tree. (Provides Protection)

But eventually Wednesday feels the curse take hold more and tighter on her soul and decides its time to go all or nothing.

Wednesday dresses up appropriately and gets everything set up and awaits Enid's return to their dorm, she dims the lights and lights several candles and places them around the room

Soon she can hear Enid giggling and laughing as her footsteps quickly approach, she clears her throat and straightens up as the door knob begins to turn.

Enid: Wedne... (She pauses noting the room and Wednesday’s attire) Whoa...

Wednesday: Enid. In these past weeks i have attempted to woo, court and win your heart by showing you why i am an ideal Mate and Paramour for you and show the depths of my feelings for you, Alas i have been unsuccessful.

Enid: (With heart eyes) Wait! Willa I---

Wednesday: (She holds up her hand to shush the blonde) Thus you have left me no choice but to employ the most seductive form of courting known to an Addams, dancing.

And then Wednesday starts to do THE dance.

And both of them forget that Yoko is there watching all of this absolute disaster of a seduction take place and she's just watching like 

But Enid, having already seen how Wednesday dances at the Rave’N and knowing how passionate an Addams is about their art form, their love language, just watches completely transfixed, hands clasped together by her chest, heart eyes watching Wednesday’s every move. Her jealously at watching Wednesday with Tyler evaporating as Wednesday dances for her, and only her.

(I can literally see Wednesday doing what Sheldon is doing, only with an intense stare fixated on Enid Lmao)

Yoko just walks right back out, typing into her phone to Divina about how she just can’t with these two useless gay disasters

#wenclair #the gomezification of wednesday addams #enid x wednesday #addams family curse #the flamenco #Wednesday proving she is the personification of the phrase go big or go home #wednesday x enid #they're so gay #they're gay your honor

[weissaddams]

Date With Death

Chapter 1

Weddings.

What a joke.

Well, a joke that resulted in her existence, legal existence, that is. Wednesday was certain a lack of legal proceedings would not have hindered her parents from siring her into this forsaken planet.

She was an Addams. Weddings, celebrations and romance? Binding your soul to another human being in hopes of meeting death together? It should be a day of celebration for any member of the Addams family. So far, it has been anything but.

Maybe because it's the wedding of the love of her life in which she would not be the groom, but that is beside the point.

Just thinking about the dancing, celebrating and drinking made her want to jump off a cliff. Aside from their friends, she knew none of these guests actually liked one another. Alas, connections had to be made. Arms had to be twisted. Daughters had to be married off. Sons had to be paraded around like prizes.

The Sinclairs were preening. Finally proud of Enid's choice of husband once they learned that Ajax was heir to the Petropolus Oil fortune in Central America. The Petroplous were just happy their boy found a nice girl albeit with an impossible mother. Many wonder how someone as bright and loving as Enid could come from such a horrid human being.

Wednesday was seriously considering jumping off the nearest cliff right now. She was sure she spotted a few on the drive over.

Because of course she drove herself to Enid's wedding. The entire Addams family was invited but Wednesday chose to ride alone to avoid the sad and pitiful stares her family would surely send her way had she chosen to ride with them.

They all knew. Of course they all knew. Addams, in werewolf speak, mate for life.

Wednesday found her mate, but her mate found someone else.

It was a wonder why she wasn't dead yet. She thinks the curse will most likely take full effect in once Enid says "I do" so part of the plan was to walk away before then. As pleasing as it would be to give Esther Sinclair the middle finger from the afterlife, she will not let the best day of Enid's life be marred with her death.

It was Enid’s wedding. That was incentive enough for Wednesday to, as the werewolf liked to call it, behave.

Enid. Enid. Enid.

It was her fault, really, that Enid found someone else. Well, found someone else. Again.

All things considered; Ajax was a good guy. He had matured well after University. Enough to know that he was foolish for ever letting Enid go in the first place. Better him than some entitled, narcissistic ass from whicever pack Enid’s so-called mother would have chosen.

Better him than her, at least.

And Wednesday, well, she had beaten her heart into submission once she realized how she felt for the blonde werewolf.

The Addams heir fell hard, though slow.

Hard enough to know Enid deserved sunshine, life and happiness.

Slow enough to delay any chances of making Enid fall in love with her as she’d hoped.

Enid Sinclair deserved more than Wednesday Addams would ever be able to give her. Holding hands? Hugs? Kisses?

Enid deserved it all. So, Wednesday made the executive decision to stand by the werewolf. As a friend, a confidante, a shoulder to lean for any and every little thing that made her sad.

Hard day at work? Wednesday would take her to the ice cream parlour they both liked. Impossible exams? Wednesday would make sure to read up on those topics to help Enid study. Current boyfriend was being a jerk? Wednesday would let Enid choose a comfort movie and let the blonde cuddle her as they watched. Said boyfriend would have the most horrible haircut the next day, courtesy of a certain walking appendage.

Wednesday went above and beyond.

Enid did as well. She knew Enid loved her a great deal. How much, she could never tell, but not enough for Wednesday to risk the werewolf’s chance at a happier life.

Was she being a coward? Sure. Thing, Yoko and Bianca have called her out for it thousands of times, but her resolve always won out in the end. Her resolve to give Enid a happy ending. With or without her.

The curse would likely ensure it would happen without her.

She'd tied up all her loose ends. Viper's saga would end when the last book was published in the fall of next year. She had gone soft, really. She'd given Viper and her love interest a happy life that will only last until the next book is published. Viper would inevitably meet the same demise as her maker come the fall of next year.

A literal heartbreak.

She'd signed her last will and testament weeks ago.

Most of her inheritance would go to Pugsley and Pubert, with a strict clause of Enid (being her unofficial mate) being able to access it should she require any kind of support were things to go sideways. Anything that remained went to an underfunded music institute for less fortunate children.

Her beloved cello and any music she wrote would stay in the family. To be used by whomever her father saw fit to play it. Her necklace would go to her mother, fully circling back to the giver.

Her favorite knife went to Pugsley. Her best bow went to Pubert and her sturdiest mace would be given to her Uncle Fester. She'd given Thing and Lurch all her books, knowing they would be in for quite the dull life without her dragging them into her occasional misadventures.

Her typewriter and all the future rights and royalties from Viper's saga would go to Enid. Everything was set up in an account under Enid’s name. Whether she use Enid Sinclair or Enid Petropolus, it was her to access all the same.

Wednesday hopes it'll somehow ease the pain of her passing after some years. She knows Enid would be beyond furious with her for keeping the curse's effect on her a secret but there's not much more she can do now.

All the people she loved would be okay and that was all that mattered now.

She even had dinner with Eugene and their other friends two weeks ago. A goodbye, though none of them would know until later today.

She'd said her farewells to her parents, brothers and uncle the night before. Thanking them for all the love and unwarranted affection. She endured the hug Pugsley and Pubert held her in, reminding them that they'd need to step up once she was gone. She apologized for not being able to stay to protect them anymore and makes them promise on her grave to surpass her fighting skills.

She shook hands or, well, hand with Thing and Lurch. To thank them for their unwavering loyalty. Fester and her parents hugged her for a long while as well.

Tears were shed, promises were made, and yet her parents were still hopeful the curse wouldn't take her away.

How could it not, though? All previous Addams who died form heartbreak died on the day their mate was wedded to another.

It was simply her turn.

There was one last thing to do. One more person to talk to. One more gift to give.

Wednesday looked to her side. A blue, velvet box and a single black rose. She wanted to give them to Enid as a wedding gift.

She will, once she calms down and stops gripping the steering wheel of her car so tightly the blood has all but left her hands.

She had never feared death. She’d gladly welcome it with open arms. It was knowing that these will be the last moments she'd share with Enid Sinclair that terrified her.

Wednesday hated weddings, but she would have loved to marry Enid.

Enid Addams? Wednesday Sinclair?

It didn't really matter now, did it?

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Chapter 2

Wednesday saw fit to dress appropriately for her date with death.

Dress shoes, dark slacks and perfectly tucked white long sleeves with the top two buttons, well, unbuttoned.  A blue paisley silk scarf around her neck. Signet ring on her left pinky.

She patted her car, thanking it for its service one last time before walking towards the venue, clutching her gifts in one hand.

It was still quite early in the morning. She checked the time on her phone, heart soaring at the displayed photo. It was a 'selfie' as Enid like to call it. The blonde liked to take selfies on her phone and set them as the new 'lock screen' whenever she remembered to. Wednesday never really complained about it. Why would she? 

She wasn’t that cruel. She had to give her heart something to keep beating for until the day it finally gave in. That something just so happened to be photos of and with Enid.

The actual wedding would not happen until this afternoon at 5PM. Just the enough time for the lovely couple to say their vows during the sunset.

Surely, the entourage was still being prepped. She hoped Enid hadn't overslept on her wedding day, of all days. 

Enid wanted her to be a bridesmaid, but she didn't know how early the curse would kick in. It could happen right when the orchestra started to play, what then? Dead body in the middle of the aisle? She wouldn't allow that.

They'd fought about for weeks but Wednesday stood her ground until Enid finally relented. The seer didn't have to be a bridesmaid so long as she attended the wedding while also promising not to bring any silver weapons, lest she be tempted to graze anyone from Enid's family.

Wednesday more than made up for it by being acting like a bridesmaid until the actual wedding. The one thing she didn’t allow herself, though, was go with Enid to shop for the wedding dress. She went to the godawful cake tastings, shopping trips and florists with Enid. Everything and everywhere except anything related to the wedding dress. 

Wednesday was not confident she would be able to stop herself from dropping onto one knee and proposing to Enid then and there, if she saw her try out even one wedding dress.

She walked around the venue, wanting to see where Enid would be getting her happily ever after. She's not sure she'll get another chance to, should the curse take her away earlier than expected.

It was all very... Enid. Garden wedding. Pastel-colored balloons. Blood-red carpet rolling down the aisle with lilies on each side. White altar. White and pink chairs. A chiffon cake. 

Hopefully she'd live enough to see Enid walk down the aisle dressed in white. Hope? She really had gone soft because of the werewolf.

Of course, life doesn't grant her much more peace after that as she runs into Eugene who is one of Ajax's groomsmen. 

"Looking for Enid?" Eugene asked cheekily, eyeing the stuff she was trying to hide behind her back.

"Yes, Eugene. How very astute of you to notice." Wednesday relents, her eyes soften the slightest bit, wondering if this would be the last conversation she'll have with one of her oldest friends.

"Penthouse suite. She saw you park your car and asked me to tell you how to get there." He gestured to the hotel lobby before walking with Wednesday to the elevators.

Enid saw her. Of course she did. The Penthouse suite had clear line of sight to anywhere in the venue. Perfect position for a sniper, or a werewolf with impressive eyesight.

"How have the preparations been going?"

"Okay. Enid's a bit jittery but once you get up there I'm sure she'll calm down." Eugene let Wednesday enter the elevator first before following and pushing the button for the top floor. "I think she sent me because she wasn't sure you knew how to use the elevator."

"Surely she doesn't think me that incompetent with modern technology?"

"She's just concerned." Her friend laughs a little, and though it's at her expense, it puts Wednesday at ease. She hopes Eugene will live a long, boring and peaceful life.

"Thank you for doing your best to comfort her, Eugene. You truly are an excellent friend."

Wednesday was good at lying, too, but in this moment, she meant nothing but the truth. Eugene would be one of the most devastated by her imminent death. The least she could do was ensure their last memory of each other would be a good one. 

It was a bit concerning to hear Enid's reaction to her absence, but all she can really do now is show up for the few remaining hours of her life. 

"I'm an excellent friend to an excellent friend. Oh, we're here. Door on the left is the girl's suite. Ours is on the right. If you need anything or need company, just call me." Eugene smiled at her like the day they met, sweet, boyish and innocent, as they walked to the left door. 

Wednesday nodded, giving him what she hoped was a grateful look before watching him walk towards the boys' suite. She was about to knock when the door was thrown wide open, and the air was knocked out of her lungs by an oversized and overenergized puppy.

"Willa!"

Wednesday was smothered in a hug before she had a chance to dodge. She wouldn't have, but still, it was quite concerning how Enid was able to catch her off guard. Ah, she must have picked up her scent as they drew near. The werewolf never ceases to amaze her.

"You're here. You came." Enid whispered, burying her face in Wednesday's neck, inhaling her scent and hugging her tighter.

Wednesday did her best to return the hug, something she'd had much practice with over the years.

"I promised you I would see you off for your wedding." The goth hoped her voice was at least a bit more stable than her heart. Her traitorous heart that couldn’t decide whether to be calmed or excited by Enid’s presence. Was it possible to feel both at the same time?

"Well, yeah, but your color allergy! And you hate these events and not to mention my family and-" Enid had pulled back, holding Wednesday at arm’s length, noticeably reciting said reasons from memory. Knowing her, she must have worried about them since she last saw Wednesday two days ago.

"Enid." Wednesday squeezed the hand on her right shoulder with her free one, making sure to look the blonde in the eye to catch her attention. "Breathe, Only death could keep me from attending your horrendously pastel wedding."

The irony was not lost on her. The goth, however, nearly lost all lung function once she'd actually looked at the werewolf.

Oh, the world really was too cruel. To see Enid with no makeup, wearing nothing but shorts and Wednesday's old black sweatshirt. She was gorgeous. The sun could never hope to compare.

Enid smiled at her warmly, pulling her into another bone-crushing hug before tugging her inside. "You're the best, Wends! I'm so glad you're here. Maybe you can wake up Yoko and-"

Wednesday pulled Enid into the first empty room she found once they were inside the suite. It looked to be the music room, unless grand pianos were now a staple for penthouse suites.

"I wanted to give you something." Wednesday could feel her heart start to lose control. She took a breath to beat it back into submission before continuing. It helped when Enid squeezed her hand and looked at her curiously with a cute tilt of the head.

"My wedding gift. To you." Wednesday let go of the hand she was holding to place the velvet box and black rose in it.

Enid’s eyes widened somewhat at the gorgeous black rose and blue velvet box in her hand.

"Wednesday, the rose is beautiful, thank you, but you didn't have to."

"Please." The desperation in her voice must have been ever so slightly noticeable as Enid relented with a soft smile.

"Silly, just having you here is the best gift you could give me. I know how much you hate these events."

"Well, consider it an additional gift."

Enid chuckled, making Wednesday's heart do somersaults in her chest, before opening the velvet box. Inside was a key pendant, attached to a thin, white bracelet. The letter "E" was engraved into the head of the key.

"Thing helped me design it."

Enid was at a loss for words. It was very Wednesday. Every gift from Wednesday was beautiful but this was by far the best gift she’d ever been given in her life. Probably the most intricate one, too.

“It’s white gold. I thought of the normal gold too ordinary for the occasion and silver would definitely not do.”

"It's beautiful, thank you, Wednesday." Enid felt tears falling from her eyes, torn between looking at Wednesday and the bracelet. Of course her best friend would gift her something she designed herself on her wedding day. It wouldn't be her if she didn't. 

"You are crying. Is the design not to your liking? If I may-"

"No, no! I love it. It's- It’s the same "E" as the one on your signet ring, right?" Enid smiled through the tears as Wednesday was wiping them away with a white handkerchief.

Curse Enid and her observance. It was in fact the very same. Wednesday had once told Enid it was a sideways W but there's no point in denying it now. She gives Enid a small but proud smile, the werewolf has turned into quite the puzzle solver herself.

"It is. It's also the key to your share of my inheritance."

"The key to.. what? Why would I need a key to your inheritance?”

“Well...”

“You already pay for everything unless we stop you."

"Enid."

"Are you sick?"

'"Enid, please."

Do you have cancer? Are you dying?"

"Enid!" Wednesday shook the werewolf slightly. She did her best to fake an amused smile. "I am well, as you can see. It was the only gift I could think of. I... apologize if it displeases you."

Enid looked into her eyes. Possibly straight into her soul. This was too big a gift, but knowing Wednesday's family, it may just be normal thing for them. 

"Are you sure you're not dying?"

"We’re all dying a little bit every day, Enid."

Technically, she wasn't lying. She always found it hard to lie to Enid, so deflection was the next best thing.

Enid was still skeptical, though. Something she got from years of being friends with Wednesday and as Edgar Allan Poe said: Believe only half of what you see and nothing of what you hear.

At least, until you can confirm it yourself.

She looked Wednesday up and down. There was nothing too out of the ordinary about the very formal outfit. The top two buttons of all of Wednesday's outfits being undone was her doing, which she was very proud of.

She brought her car, which Wednesday wouldn't do if she was up to something. Can’t leave anything that could be directly traced back to her, after all.

She didn't have any of her knives, either. Enid didn't feel them when she hugged the goth and the shoes she was wearing were definitely normal ones. These were new dress shoes, probably not customized to her knives yet.

It took a few months, but she was able to memorize all of the goth's hiding places years ago. 

All evidence points to Wednesday being, well, okay. Not tall, dressed in dark clothes but definitely handsome. 

"You're not gonna run away to some undisclosed location after the wedding, are you?"

"You'd just track me down so I'll save us the trouble of running around in wedding attires."

Wednesday rarely teased, but when she did, it always made her laugh. Freely, without judgment. Because that's what you got with Wednesday Addams as a friend. Honesty and unwavering loyalty. 

"If I hear even a word from Thing that you're running off alone, I'm going to postpone my honeymoon to hunt you down."

"As I said, I'm staying right here. You have my word."

"We’re so not done discussing why I have access to your inheritance but... help me put on the bracelet?"

"Of course."

Enid looked down at the gold key. The intricate design all but screamed Wednesday to her. Yoko would not approve of the additional accessory, but it was her wedding day and she will do whatever she wanted.

Including wearing what was apparently a friendship bracelet? Yes, that seemed appropriate. 

Enid gave Wednesday a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Wednesday, I really love the bracelet and the rose."

Wednesday, not trusting her voice not to break, gave Enid a small nod, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"Go get ready for your wedding."

“Help me wake up Yoko?”

“With pleasure.”

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Date With Death master post

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Hi guys. All the next chapters are in the link above.

I wrote this in one go for about two hours. I'm sure there are some errors since I haven’t written in two years. I just wanted to hash this out as it came to me. The angst seemed too good to pass up.

I’m not an Ajax hater. Sorry if Enid is a bit oblivious to Wednesday’s more serious affections here? Let’s call it plot armor, for now.

Does anyone know if I can post this on AO3 without using an email? Please let me know.

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Hello again! I’ve added edits and covered up some plot holes. It’s still not perfect but it’s better than yesterday’s version. Give it another read if you can and tell me what you think.

Also, I’m on the fence about how to continue this fic. The easiest way would be to just let Wednesday die, right?

Realistically, how would they fall for each other? 

I like to think it’s at least in their senior year at nevermore or some time after. I love every fic about them falling for each other while a nevermore but something about an aged-up version of them falling in love also makes my heart go crazy. 

I’d love to discuss if you have any ideas for Wenclair! Just reply here or DM me, I guess. Cheers!

#wenclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid siclair #ajax petropolus #eugene ottinger #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wenclair fanfiction #angst #addams #addams family curse #wenclair angst

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The dragonseed friendship is something that’s so important to me

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #fan art #my art #nettles #addam velaryon #alyn velaryon #addam x nettles #cursed to love ships with little or no content so I must make my own #join me

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Wednesday Addams would love Regina Mills and I stand by that belief.

#regina mills #once upon a time #ouat humor #ouat imagine #wednesday #wednesday addams #the addams family #gomez and morticia #swan queen #emma swan #they would be best buds #Wednesday would try to cast a dark curse #regina encourages it #to the dismay of snow #and the delight of Morticia/Gomez #shes invited to every family dinner #ruby and enid have a bromance #snow and thing gossip over their lunch breaks

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A Broke Soul - Chapter 2 // Wenclair Fic

Wednesday stretched, her tense muscles relaxing after so long in the same position, the sudden movement catching the attention of Morticia who was reading along with Gomez on the couch.

"Everything okay, dear?" The matriarch asked, analyzing her daughter sitting in front of the piano with her shoulders slumped and eyes closed. Wednesday grunted in agreement, turning her attention back to the piano, it had been two months since her hands began to be affected and now the black veins extended missing a finger to her elbows. She started playing the piano frequently before she lost her nerves, using muscle memory as a physical therapy now that her hands were stiff and tingling, it was an immense effort to get her fingers to move, almost an afternoon to play a sequence of notes in a slow rhythm.

"I thought being deprived of writing would affect you more, child" Fester's voice sounded cheerful, Morticia stood up to greet him along with Gomez while Wednesday didn't even turn around, sticking to the painful mission of completing note sequence.

"Hi uncle, what are you doing here?" The brunette asked, feeling her head throbbing with the effort to move her disabled fingers.

"Oh, I came to watch my favorite niece slowly perish." The answer came acidly, making Wednesday sigh, squeezing her eyes shut and releasing her inert hands on the piano making a group of notes scratch her eardrums.

"How kind." She replied in the same ironic tone, trying to relax her mind to lessen the headache.

"So, tell me, how was your last full moon?" The curiosity and sarcasm dripping from his voice made the brunette even more irritated, she turned in a jolt to her uncle.

"It was desperate, I felt like I was suffocating all night and wished I was dead so it would stop hurting."

"That's nice." A maniacal grin grew on Fester's face as his niece stared at him with an arched eyebrow. He was cut off before he could begin to speak.

"No, I don't think I'm made for love. And yes, if I knew I could reach her, I would go." She grumbled, looking at her uncle with a tired look.

"In that diamond-hard head of yours, has it ever occurred to you that if you're her mate and you're far away, you will kill her?" He asked, crossing his arms across his chest as Morticia had a questioning look on her face.

"Mate? Wednesday, who is she?" The older woman asked, moving closer.

"Enid. Enid Sinclair is the woman sentenced to die because of my curse." She sighed defeated, she had no point in fighting their knowledge of this, although Fester probably already knew because of Pugsley, gossip boy. Her parents had a surprised look on their faces as Fester continued to smile with teeth showing, making Wednesday uneasy.

"And what exactly do you mean by 'sentenced', my little crow?" Gomez asked. The smaller brunette shook her head, letting go of the painful throbbing in her brain and ignoring the question, flashes of that night coming back to her in a blur.

"Can we talk now, Willa?" The melodious voice sounded in her back, drawing attention from the table.

"Howdy Nid" Pugs and Eugene greeted together, receiving a smile from the blonde, who also nodded to Wednesday's parents.

"What are you guys doing?" The blonde asked the boys, who had what looked like the beginnings of a homemade bomb in their laps.

"That's pretty cool! It's a bom-" Pugsley began, being rudely cut off.

"Come on," Wednesday interrupted, getting up and pulling the blonde by the collar of her dress to the school exit. They walked together to the side outside, where it was empty, so they could have privacy.

"So?" Wednesday asked as soon as they stopped, watching the blonde clench her hands and bite her lower lip in a clear sign of nervousness.

"Yeah, well...I-I wanted to talk to you about, um...about," Enid stammered heavily, shuffling through her thoughts and unable to muster up absolutely no coherent speech.

"Why are you so nervous? Did you kill someone?"

"WHAT? no, my god Willa"

"Yeah, it's not really like you," Wednesday spoke up, bracing herself against the wall as the blonde rubbed her face, trying to calm her breathing that was ragged from the heavy heartbeats. It was now or never.

"I called you here because I need to tell you something, actually I think I should have told you already but I didn't want to put any kind of werewolf pressure on you, not that you would feel pressured. I mean, you're Wednesday Addams, the woman who doesn't give a damn what anyone else thinks, who is smart and completely capable on her own." Enid started blabbering, getting away from the focus of the conversation and making Wednesday tired.

"Enid, as much as I don't mind compliments, I would appreciate it if you would get to the point." She spoke in a sigh. The blonde agreed, took a deep breath, and spoke again, this time in a low, firm tone.

"I kind of understood that in the first year, with everything that happened and my first wolf out. But I knew it wouldn't work out, I mean, I knew you wouldn't want it and that's okay, my mother always made it clear that I would never be enough for a mate..." Enid paused for breath, rearranging her thoughts, meanwhile Wednesday's gears began to turn with the word. "Mate" to the werewolves was the one chosen by the moon, the one destined to be theirs, they had a mate for life, just like the Addams and their curse. Was it possible that she was Enid's mate? Was the girl right about that?

She knew she was in love with Enid, she knew this in the several exceptions the blonde had with her over the past few years. In the touching, in the worry, in the moments alone when the comfortable silence in the room was enough, in the lack that the ball of chaotic energy that was Enid in the morning made when she went to sleep with Yoko, in the fear of Enid wanting to move into Yoko's room again, in the relief when the blonde decided that the boy gorgon was better as a friend, in the longing to have the bright blue eyes focused on you, to get lost in them like drowning in Enid's sea. She fell in love with the blonde so gradually that she couldn't tell when it started, a love so genuine that it made Wednesday doubt herself, how was it possible for a being of darkness, a small demon bearing bad omens to develop such a pure and gentle feeling for a blonde and immaculate angel like Enid, it was almost blasphemous. A sick joke.

"But these past few years you've been so different with me, so good. And I know it may have been at my pushback, and I'm sorry if I crossed your line ever but-"

"'You have not,'" Wednesday interrupted, assuring the blonde. "You never crossed any of my boundaries, Enid."

"That's a relief, thank you. Anyway, you've shown me that I matter, that I can make things right for someone, and you've shown me a side of you that I don't think anyone else has seen. And I wish I wasn't emotional, but it seems to mean something, our friendship today is completely different from any you've ever had, any I've ever had , so please don't tell me it doesn't mean anything," Enid sighed, stepping forward toward the brunette, entwining her icy hands in hers, leaving little space between their bodies.

Wednesday didn't have much time to react before she lost herself in the ocean blue that stared at her adoringly.

"That. It's something I've never seen you allow with any other person. Sleeping together cuddling or allowing kisses on the cheek, that's something I've never seen you allow with anyone else. So please, Wednesday, don't tell me that doesn't mean anything. Don't tell me I'm the only one here in love with my roommate." Wednesday held her breath, was Enid in love with her? How could she? What did Wednesday have that could attract the woman with the warm and bright personality to the point of falling in love?

"Uh but, what about your mate? You might be in love with me but only because you haven't met it yet." Wednesday questioned, trying to register the new information in her brain. Enid laughed, squeezing the brunette's fingers that were entwined in hers as she admired the brown eyes she loved.

"I am a blood moon wolf, Wednesday. My lupine cycle is ruled by love, by my mate." Enid explained, watching the brunette draw her eyebrows together as she put the pieces of the puzzle together.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Bloodmoon werewolves live for their mates, we live to love and protect them. But, we must live with them, otherwise I would go mad to the point of living as a lost wolf, destined to wander aimlessly until the end of my days. No pack, no conscience and no love, longing for the day when it would all end."

"And you're sure you're fated to that?" Wednesday asked fearfully.

"Well, I turned into a blood moon, the chance of that being a coincidence is, I don't know, 2%."

"That's a good percentage. Besides, you turned to save me, what would that have to do with it?" Enid remained silent, a sad smile dancing on the blonde's face as she waited for Wednesday to come to the conclusion on her own. Wednesday held her breath feeling her lungs burning, rolling her eyes at Enid and taking a step back, it couldn't be true.

"You're not 100% sure about that." Wednesday stated, staring at the blonde who stepped closer again.

"No, but I'm in love with you anyway, mate or not." Enid whispered, face slowly drawing closer as their gazes remained locked on each other.

"Enid..." Wednesday whispered, feeling her sanity fade as the pink lips drew closer. As strange as it seemed, she knew what was about to happen, and she felt at peace, she felt like she was doing the right thing, not thoughtless and nervous like she was with Tyler. The feeling of belonging entered her body as she closed her eyes. Enid smiled, faces millimeters apart, giving her time in case Wednesday decided to pull away, but no movement was made; the blonde rubbed her nose against the brunette's in a simple caress, and Wednesday's world fell into darkness.

-///-

Really, she was having a vision now? A clearing in the middle of a dense forest, a wheel of frightened people in plain clothes and mouths moving without any sound, had three extremely bruised but standing boys and a body in the middle of the wheel.

"Is she breathing?" A thick, desperate voice sounded as one of the men approached the center of the circle.

"Doesn't look like it." Wednesday knew that voice, it was one of Enid's brothers in the middle, no idea what his name was.

"She snapped, fought the three of us and the bear like we were all enemies." The same boy continued, holding his arm that looked broken against his chest.

"We know whose fault this all is, what the hell!" Esther came up, growling among the people until she reached the middle, Wednesday watched with difficulty as the woman sobbed loudly and threw herself on the ground. The action caused Wednesday to wake up, moving forward to where the older woman knelt; she passed like a ghost through the people, not physically being there.

"SHE'S NOT BREATHING, SHE'S NOT STOPPING BLEEDING" The woman screamed, sobbing loudly as she was pulled along by two men Addams didn't know, but understood to be from the Sinclair pack.

Wednesday reached the center, and wished she hadn't.

Enid, the woman looked a little older and was lying motionless on the floor, torso open in deep claw cuts that lacerated the flesh, blood dripped in rivers from her pale body, her eyes closed and her lips purple, legs stretched out and full of bruises and feet raw. Wednesday was used to this kind of sight, even an appreciative one. But this one made her want to throw up.

"I don't want to lose Nid, Daddy" The boy whined, broken voice making Wednesday's head spin.

"We lost Enid years ago son, what we had now was an empty shell of what she once was." The man replied, pulling his son into a hug as tears rolled down the boy's face.

"We lost her because of that Addams girl, that damned girl who destroyed Enid, drove her crazy." Esther sobbed loudly, collapsing to her knees and being joined by the rest of the pack.

Wednesday was unable to look away from the woman she loved, was it her fault? Would that be Enid's fate if they stayed together? Were her visions giving her a chance to do the right thing, and not sentence the girl to this future? Would it destroy Enid if she kissed her now?

"I never thought Wednesday would actually keep it up, I never thought she would let it get to that point." Another of Enid's brothers commented tearfully, hugging his mother who was shaking heavily with each sob.

Wednesday moved closer to the body, kneeling at the height of the blonde's chest and reaching for the cold hand with her own. She didn't know when she had started to cry, didn't feel when her body began to tremble heavily, resting her forehead on Enid's, wetting the unmoving face beneath her own. Had she killed the woman she loved? Apparently everyone agreed on that, but how could she? How had she had the strength to sentence the woman to this? Had she driven her mad? Turned her against the pack?

Her thoughts were shuffling with the stabbing pain in her chest as the realization seeped into her bones. Enid was dead, in a future not too far away since her brothers didn't look that much older. She was dead because of her. Enid was dead, and the sensation of her heart beating painfully against her chest had never been so suffocating, to feel her lungs burning as she drew in air, the blood roaring through her veins with desperation and her brain throbbing against her skull, Enid felt none of it anymore. Wednesday felt shattered, broken inside into a thousand pieces, the air couldn't seem to get into her body anymore, composed now of agony and despair, completely aching and consumed by pain, she lay down beside Enid. She ran an arm across her shattered collarbone, feeling her chest wet with the blood on the ground, rested her face on her stiff shoulder, trying to find the blonde's vanilla scent amidst the suffocating rust scent that permeated the entire clearing, and allowed herself to close her eyes, knowing she couldn't let that vision happen.

-///-

She returned to consciousness gasping for breath, and was on the floor, arms around her shoulders and waist. She slowly opened her eyes, finding the bright blue ones staring at her with apprehension, Enid was alive. She stood up slowly, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to erase that vision, Enid immobile and torn apart.

"Are you okay? Was it a vision?" The blonde's worried voice bringing Wednesday back to the present, she pulled away in a leap, looking startled at the woman who stared at her in confusion. Enid stepped forward with arms outstretched to check that everything was okay.

"Don't touch me" Wednesday growled, she couldn't let that happen, she couldn't let her vision come true. It would break its own heart and disown its curse if it had to.

"Willa, what happens-"

"Don't call me that, my name is Wednesday" Enid's confused look hurt, but Wednesday was focused.

"I'm sorry you had the wrong idea about this whole situation. Yes, I've never had the friendships to know what the boundary is, but our relationship has never gone beyond that." The lie burned through her throat, spitting like poison. Enid was shocked, eyes glistening in tears as she absorbed the words.

"What? No, of course not Wednesday. We almost kissed, how can you say that?" Enid accused, trying to approach again the brunette who kept an impassive face and inexpressive eyes. Enid hated it when she did that.

"I am telling you the truth, there is nothing more than friendship. I thought I might have a sincere one after Tyler, but it seems you also decided to see 'signs' I gave you about a romantic interest" It was low blow, Wednesday knew that, but she also knew Enid wouldn't let go so easily, she would have to make the blonde despise her.

"Are you really comparing me to him? I spent years with you, Wednesday. I don't have to imagine anything when you actually did those things, you know that." Enid was discredited, being rejected was fine, but being compared to him was too much.

"Stop being unseemly, what do you want me to say? You've got things wrong, Enid. But I hope you find your mate." No, she did not hope, she felt nauseous imagining Enid with someone else, but she felt much more so imagining her dead. She turned to leave, she couldn't look at Enid and not feel the urge to cry, her aching heart beating against her chest choking her.

"Wednesday" Enid called out, holding her by the arm. Wednesday sighed, Enid's warm touch clouding her pain. She felt disgusted with herself for breaking the blonde.

"Look at me, Wednesday." Ordered, it took a few seconds for the brunette to turn around, staring into the trusting blue eyes. Enid pulled the brunette to herself, holding the pale face in her hands, bodies mingling temperatures and breaths bumping against each other, Wednesday was unable to offer resistance.

"Willa. My Willa." Enid declaimed, stroking the smaller girl's cheeks with her thumb. "Look at me, look into the eyes that once veiled your sleep, into the eyes that learned all your expressions, into the eyes that adore you, and tell me you don't feel the same way"

"Enid, please..." She begged in a whisper, she couldn't do it, it was becoming too dense, too painful, too suffocating.

"Please, Willa. I need you, tell me you need me too" Her pleading voice ached in Wednesday's bones, locking her throat with bile and forcing her eyes to keep the tears away. She couldn't answer.

"Tell me you want me and I will fight to the end of the world for you, Willa" That woke the brunette. The warm hands on her face, the thumbs caressing her cheeks, the heavy breathing on her face, the warmth mingling with her cold skin, the pulsing passing from the hands to her cheeks, she opened her eyes staring into the blue ones she loved, the flushed face and Enid's small smile, she couldn't leave the world without it. She couldn't sentence her to her vision, she couldn't let her die.

Her body complained, her heart was beating so hard it felt like it would rather explode than let Wednesday do this, she removed the warm hands from her face, tasting Enid's warm body for the last time, and replied, "I told you my name is Wednesday and I have nothing more to say to you, Enid. I feel nothing but friendship for you, but I think that should end here too." Enid's face is something that would haunt Wednesday for the rest of her days, the broken look, the trembling lips, the defeated face and the slumped shoulders, how could she have been such a monster as to leave her love like that?

She quickly left the place, letting the tears wash over her face as she walked to her room, self-hatred dominating and messing up her thoughts; she would leave that night, she couldn't see the blonde again. She tried to convince herself that she had done the right thing, if staying with Wednesday would kill her, now she could live fully, even if Wednesday was destroyed. A broken soul.

The blonde hair was a mess, the blue eyes were cloudy and the body was skeletal, it looked abandoned. Enid had become a shell, harboring a crazed, broken wolf that cried and clawed at the woman's heart and mind every day for the Addams. Murray looked worriedly at his daughter, languishing before his eyes, unable to do anything.

"Wolfie, please. Eat something" He asked, offering the plate with fruit to her. The woman's breakfast consisted of a bite of some fruit and that was it. Enid didn't look away, keeping her gaze fixed on the kitchen window, lost. Murray sighed, he was tired, losing hope of getting his daughter back. 

"Please tell me how I can help you? I need you." He pleaded, turning his daughter's face toward him, eyes unfocused in his direction.

"The raven." She replied apathetically.

"Who is the raven?" He asked, tired of the same meaningless conversation.

"το κοράκι" She answered, Murray knew the script, she answered the same thing. He tried another approach.

"Do you miss Wednesday Addams?" The blue eyes focused on her father, broken.

"With all of me." 

"Why do you need her?"

"To live" the answer came in a whisper, Enid clutched her shirt above her heart.

"Then why don't you go after her?"

"She doesn't need me" The wolf howled, choking the blonde. Today especially her wolf seemed much more restless, it wanted to take over and cross the country in search of its mate, every full moon was an internal battle to keep that from happening. Wednesday didn't want her.

The woman stood up, leaning on the furniture and made her way to the door. She needed to let her wolf out or she would go mad sooner than she had anticipated. She walked precariously into the forest, undressing in the clearing without really caring if anyone was around. Her body now marked every bone, the product of days without hunger, not even the wolf hunts were for food anymore, it hunted for rage, to distract the mind from the throbbing pain in the pieces of her heart.

Enid took a deep breath, feeling the beast stirring inside her, begging to get out. She bent down, feeling the bones break and readjust, the hair growing as well as her height, and consciousness fading away, giving way to primitive lupine thinking, let it take over completely. She was tired of fighting.

Cold was the first thing she felt penetrating her bones, she opened her eyes slowly finding a dense fog that wouldn't let her see an inch in front of her, her naked and weak body succumbing to the cold making her shiver and hug herself for warmth, but she no longer had a healthy body to lean on. She stood up, sitting with difficulty on the grass, she couldn't recognize the place but it smelled of death, had her time finally come? Had her lonely, maddening torment finally come to an end?

She tried to stand up, but her arms couldn't take the weight to support herself, she was exhausted from the untimely transformation and the hunt the wolf practiced. She didn't know how long it ran or what it did, but it had left all her muscles exhausted, failing with any effort. She felt the wolf euphoric in her chest, howling and running like a hyperactive puppy making her dizzy; she took a deep breath, feeling light headed, she was about to pass out from exhaustion in that place of terrible odor and thick fog. She lay down again, her eyes heavy when footsteps were heard sounding far away, coffee and books was the new aroma amidst the stench of death and a black cane with a wolf on the end was the last thing to appear in the mist before the deafening and emotional howl of the wolf carried her to unconsciousness.

#wenclair fic #wenclair #wednesday addams #wednesday is soft for enid #enid sinclair #wednesday enid #the addams family #the addams curse #sapphic #ao3 fanfic #angst #wlw

[touchoffleece]

Do you like unrequited love induced angst? Do you like Wednesday falling into the fanon "Addams Love Curse"? Do you like the idea of Wednesday causing gay panic?

Well if you do, do I have a fic to recommend for you (if you hadn't alrady run into it)

#wenclair #wenclay #yokovina #yoko x divina #yoko x divina x wednesday (?) #fanfiction #ao3 #recommendations #fandom #fandom positivity #the good angsty shit #the addams family curse #wednesday netflix

[heartcasebullet]

wednesday was cursed.

it placed her in a manic frenzy. hands feverishly typed away, prose carefully picked and placed, written with the ink of a bloody, beating stone. a raven's talons clenched around her lungs, squeezed and bled its essence onto the paper; when it dried, it left cries of woeful yearn, signed with doomed devotion.

the typewriter chimed, and wednesday huffed. not enough. wednesday ripped the paper out and placed it amongst the rest, wiped her brow, and continued typing.

underneath her sweater, wednesday swore she was developing hives. her skin felt prickly, her breaths came out shallow, her dark eyes darting in frantic lines—all symptoms of the curse.

while wednesday would typically enjoy feeling like death, she loathed the tremble and pulse unique to the curse.

when wednesday was younger, she had seen how it affected her parents and scoffed. she had sworn to never be afflicted with something so juvenile, so stupid and senseless. and, yet, a scorpion's stinger impersonated a synapse, dug itself into her brain and drove her to madness.

cursed with devotion, cursed with obsession, cursed with distraction and fixation. her curse was written in gold and pink, the antithesis to her being. her nemesis, her ruin, her downfall, dressed in fur and claws and pink and blue–

wednesday hates it.

she hates enid sinclair. she hates her preppy attitude. she hates her stupid obsession with pop culture. she hates how she had dug up wednesday's insides from its murder site, resuscitated it with the gentleness of a zephyr, and seared through the obsidian that encased her heart's movement. she hates how enid occupied her every thought, from the morning she woke up until death relieved wednesday of the mortal plane; things like how she twiddles with her pencils forever branded into wednesday's brain, played on repeat as wednesday brewed herself coffee. every frame on the reel carefully dissected and skimmed, every twitch analyzed in psychosis.

she hates how all enid had to do was look at her, and wednesday would spiral for her all over again. wednesday wants to kill enid. wednesday wants even more to kill for enid.

curse the addams' family curse. wednesday had wasted 35 pages.

#based off a tiktok by @dweefus8 #wednesday is in loooooove #also hi im alive #addams family curse #wenclair #wednesdayaddams #enid x wednesday #enidsinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #sapphic #wlw #ficlet #lgbtq #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

[godofdystopia]

Wednesday Addams does not like Rainbows... yet

So guess who just finished the first season of Wednesday and is jumping on the Wenclair bandwagon feet first? This guy, that’s who!

In truth, i was probably going to write something like this anyway because there's so much shipping potential in Wednesday: Larissa x Morticia, Larissa x Morticia x Gomes, Wenclair (obviously) and so much more. Then i saw a prompt by @pass1onfru1t that i said to myself “Hey, i could do that!”

So behold my first wenclair fanfic, expect more to come

In this short little number: Wednesday is completely head over heels for her cute and bubbly roommate and would do anything for her, but wearing something rainbow patterned? Yes, but only after complaining. Enid is despondent for reasons Wednesday doesn't understand and will have to learn what this whole Pride thing is about.

Bianca and Yoko aren’t paid enough for this shit.

Word count: 3.4k, told you it was a short one

Wednesday Addams typed away, working on her grand novel. She had to beat Mary Shelly and she would. Yes, her original plan for the novel was drastically differed from the current version she was writing, on account of how back when she first started she hadn’t yet fought a Hyde, a resurrected human supremacist wizard from the colonial days, his necromancer of a descendant, and the grand conspiracy/revenge plot that led to a dozen deaths and the near burning of Nevermore.

Life just sometimes worked out that way.

She slowly set the current scene: The protagonist had finally made it to the center of the grand labyrinth underneath the cathedral and beheld the fate of their loved ones. The Corrupt bishop had locked them away in the darkness and let them be eaten by the rat swarm beneath it and all that remained was the Hyde that her brother had turned into. Her wife was fighting the bishop and his crusader knights above while below the Hyde approached, emotional appeals were not working and it seemed as if it would kill and devour her in the mad rage it had descended into which would lead to him taking his own life once he awoke.

All in all, it was far more cheerful than she would usually like. And she knew the exact reason why: Enid Sinclair.

Thoughts of her roommate brought the now customary bout of increased heart palpitations and the usual tightening of her lower stomach, almost like nervousness if she had ever felt such before. She even felt the corners of her mouth tug upward slightly.

Thing, resting beside the typewriter in his fluffy little bed that Enid had insisted on making for him, signed away like crazy. His fingers sliced through the air as he went from one sign to the other.

Wednesday watched him call her a big softie and simply sighed. “Call me that again and I'll flay the skin from your bones.” Thing signed again about how her threat lacked any of its usual heat and she was reluctantly forced to admit he was right.

Enid was making her soft, and yet she found that she surprisingly did not care.

She was forced to admit that she completely and utterly smitten with the werewolf girl.

It had started after the battle with Tyler and Thornhill had finally wrapped up, and Enid had clung to her relieved that she was alive. Wednesday Addams was not a hugger, nor would she ever be, and yet having Enid wrap her arms around her felt right and so for the very first time in her entire life she’d… reciprocated.

It brought disgustingly soft and happy feelings to her to remember it. And there were other disturbing signs as well.

She found herself thinking often about the werewolf girl, just imagining her and keeping her in her thoughts like some co-dependant leech.

She found herself feeling disappointed, dare she say despondent, whenever Enid wasn’t around or had to leave suddenly when they spent time together.

She found herself wanting to kill Ajax more than she usually did. At first it had simply been because he had broken Enid’s heart by standing her up and Wednesday desired to take an eye for an eye but now it was because the very thought of Enid and Ajax being romantically involved filled her with jealousy. Although she was forced to admit that that had also been the case when she had originally fostered her anger.

But worst of all, worse than anything else, was that Wednesday just couldn’t say no to the girl. Enid wanted her to wear the snood? She’d wear the snood wherever she went. Enid wanted to go to Hawte Culture to shop for clothes? Wednesday would swallow her pride and follow her with only mild complaining. Enid wanted her to join her and Thing’s mani-pedi session? Thing would take that night to his grave.

She was turning into as much of an overly romantic sap as her father, soon she would be… dancing and singing Enid’s praises to the high heavens and making revolting kissing faces towards her while spouting off imbecilic pet names loud enough for other people to hear.

Those thoughts finally drove her distraction away and she refocused on her novel and most certainly ignored Thing’s mocking signs about how she had the slightest dusting of pink on her cheeks. Because she didn't, not at all.

She had just gotten to the first dismemberment when the door to her room opened and Enid all but danced in.

Wednesday simply quietly pushed the typewriter away, she wouldn't be able to get any work done with her roommate in here with her.

“Wednesday! Wednesday, Wednesday, you’ll never guess what I got for us!” Enid said happily, holding something behind her back with a huge smile.

No, no Wednesday would certainly not get any work done.

“Yes, Enid?” She asked as she made her way over to her roommate’s side of the room, trying to puzzle out what new thing the werewolf girl would try and drag her into. She most certainly ignored how she was actually looking forward to what it was, because that would mean acknowledging that she was becoming as disgustingly domestic as her parents. She planned on beating Mary Shelly at writing, The Zodiac Killer at creative murder, and the rest of her time at Nevermore before she let herself do something like that.

With a happy squeal, she brought her hands forward and presented yet another snood. It was as wooly and well-knit as the other she’d gotten her though the colors were certainly… a choice. It was a bright orange and pink separated by lines with a stripe of white down the middle in a rainbow pattern throughout the whole thing. It was disgustingly colorful and Wednesday knew without a shadow of a doubt she’d be wearing it before the hour was up because she was turning into her father and couldn’t say no to Enid.

The snood matched the one Enid currently wore in that like hers, it was also in a rainbow pattern: This time darker colors of dark pink, purple, and blue. The thought of Enid wanting her to wear matching snoods with her was… well, Thing clearly needed to get his sight checked out because his slanderous claims of Wednesday smiling were lies and falsehoods.

Who was she kidding, really?

“So… um,” Enid looked almost nervous, shuffling from foot to foot and avoiding eye contact. “What, er, do you think of it?”

Wednesday felt an eyebrow raise at the sight.

“Because, well, if you like it… there’s ah, well that’s good.” Enid finally looked at Wednesday, their eyes catching.

Wednesday truly was cursed with her fathers moronic displays of love-sickness because she actually felt her chest contract at how adorable pitiful the sight was.

“It’s hideously revolting.” Wednesday said simply, because the snood completely clashed with her chosen color palette, being far too bright and cheerful for her tastes. It was also rainbow patterned, something that was also far too bright and cheerful for her tastes. Were it anyone else asking she would simply stare them down until they realized the stupidity of their question. But because it was Enid, Wednesday knew exactly how this would go.

Enid would look at her with an expression of adorable pathetic begging and ask her again and because father had placed a curse upon Wednesday to be an absolute fool for the person she loved she’d sigh and put the snood on within ten minutes and pretend to hate it while doing absolutely nothing to take it off because Enid would beam at her with pure happiness and that would make it worthwhile.

Except that’s not what happened.

Instead, once Wednesday stated her hatred of the rainbow patterned snood Enid drew back as if hurt and looked at her like Wednesday had placed a hundred curses upon her.

“Oh.” Enid said simply, looking like she was close to tears. Wednesday utterly despised the feeling of guilt and shame that flooded through her.

“Enid, What-” She began before being cut off.

“I should go. I, I need to go.” Enid raced out of the room and out of sight, and Wednesday just stood there wondering what on earth had just happened.

Wednesday blinked, looked at Thing and raised an eyebrow. Thing did the hand equivalent of a shrug.

“It was a rainbow with happy colors, I don't do rainbows.” She stated as she turned the entire conversation over in her head trying to find out what went wrong. Thing signed from the desk and Wednesday frowned.

“Perhaps, but why would insulting this be different than every other time I insulted the existence of color?” Wednesday made a habit of insulting every overly colorful piece of apparel that Enid got her to try on before she caved and wore it anyway because she was utterly incapable of saying No to her.

Once more Thing did a one hand shrug.

Well, it wasn’t a murder mystery but it looked like Wednesday was back to investigating and finding answers.

Hopefully before Enid decided to hate her forever for insulting her rainbow thing because though she would do anything for Enid she really hoped she wouldn't have to wear something rainbow colored and happy, she would never be able to live with herself.

**********

Unlike hunting down a murderous mystery monster and trying to uncover a decades old revenge plot, hunting down clues for why your crush was sad was an altogether different beast entirely.

For one thing, she couldn't kidnap her suspects and torture the information out of them since the perpetrator was, well, herself. Had Enid been sad for some other reason caused by another then that would be a different story, a very bloody and nightmarish story where every living soul in Nevermore learned the hard way what happened to those who hurt the girl she cared for more than anything else on this earth.

But alas, Wednesday couldn’t torture her way through this no matter how much she wished to. Enid had asked her to try and be more… nice to the other students and though she would absolutely eviscerate anyone that deserved it she was trying for her sake. But to find out the answers she needed would require hardcore social manipulation on a scale Wednesday just couldn’t replicate yet, and thus she would be forced to seek outside help.

Thing was just as clueless as she was, Eugene was currently back home visiting family, Xavier was somewhere in Jericho and going there to find answers would take too long. Which unfortunately left only one other person.

As Wednesday told her story, putting as much facts in as she could and ignoring Thing as he rested on her shoulder and made false claims of her being… She did not know what a ‘Simp’ was, but once she did she would make sure to punish Thing accordingly for referring to her as such multiple times.

Bianca Barclay listened to all of this, watching Wednesday as she talked and Thing added his colorful commentary, and when she was finally done Bianca walked over to the nearest seat, put her head in her hands, and let loose the single most despairing and annoyed sigh that had ever existed.

“Wednesday, you are the dumbest smart person I've ever met in my life.”

Wednesday frowned, and even Thing tensed in indignation. “I would choose my next words carefully if I were you.” She said in lieu of threatening retribution as she still needed Bianca’s help. Revenge could come after Enid was happy again.

“Yeah, no.” Bianca finally looked up at Wednesday and just stared at her with utter disappointment. “No, I'm not taking that from someone who's never seen the Lesbian Pride Flag before.”

Wednesday said nothing, merely waiting expectantly.

Bianca sighed again. “Fine, okay, I guess ill be the one to explain it. Why the hell do I have to explain the lesbian flag to a lesbian in 2022? Why is this my life?”

“Save your despair for when I can properly enjoy it and get on with the point.” Wednesday said annoyed.

“Fine, whatever, this is my life now.” Bianca got up and began to pace back and forth. “It’s a symbol for lesbians who want to show solidarity and pride, it was made after Pride Month grew too big for one singular flag for everyone under the LGBTQ spectrum.”

Pride, now that was an interesting name for it. One of the seven deadly sins, often considered the worst of the lot by many. An entire month dedicated to it? Now that did sound fun. She wondered if there were months for the other six sins before shaking her head. Those questions could come later, and it was obvious that February was the month of lust if everyone’s obsession with romantic love and physical attraction was anything to go by.

Again, it would have to be saved for later. Enid was far more important.

“What’s pride month?”

Bianca just stared at her again. “Tell me you're joking?”

“If I were I would not ask.”

Bianca wanted to scream. “How the fuck do you not know what pride month is!? Have you never wondered about all the rainbows during June? Why every corporation suddenly decide to pretend to like the LGBTQ community for a few weeks?”

“It’s during June?” Wednesday asked, nodding. “That explains it, during June my family sequesters itself in the house to avoid the sight of rainbows. We’re allergic to primary colors.”

Bianca snorted despite her annoyance, a smirk growing on her face.

Wednesday looked towards the ground and frowned in memory. “My uncle Fester broke out into hives one year after breaking up with his current boyfriend and was forced to behold a rainbow in the sky while my brother developed a rash across his back when he saw one. It was quite gruesome.”

The smirk fell right off of Bianca’s face and she groaned in despair again. “You’re not joking. Of course you’re not joking, why on earth did I think you were? This is the dumbest conversation I've ever had.”

“Look.” She said, walking over to grab Wednesday and pull her behind her to her dorm before the Addams girl could make another remark that broke Bianca’s brain. “I don't have even a fraction of enough time to explain the entire history of pride month to you so you’re doing that shit on your own. I'll give you the bullet points and send you on your way.”

Wednesday would like to do literally anything else, but it was for Enid so she would force herself to endure.

She’d get her revenge later though.

**********

“And, and, and she called it revolting! She called it disgusting and, and, and…” Enid broke down into fresh sobs.

Yoko would love nothing more than to help… actually, that was a lie. Her girlfriend was coming over later and Yoko needed to clean up the dorm before she got here or no make-out sesh’s for her, except the moment she wants to start Enid breaks down the door (literally shattered it to pieces with her werewolf strength because fuck her room she supposed) and then collapsed on the bed hard enough to shatter the legs and just started bawling.

Apparently Enid had tried to confess with a snood, a fucking snood, and Wednesday had turned into a homophobe? And insulted her? Or maybe she’d called her a slur, to tell the truth Yoko had been too busy worrying about how she’d be able to clean the room in an hour to listen to the first half of it.

Either way, she now had a sad werewolf on her now ruined bed, there were door splinters lodged in the wall and covering the floor, and Yoko had been studying for her midterms and thus was, as a whole, absolutely too tired for this shit.

Before Yoko could try and wrangle up anything resembling a response to all of this, there was a knock at her door, or the empty hole where her door used to be.

“What? Can’t you see I'm… busy… right…” Yoko trailed off, just staring.

Wednesday Addams stood at her door and she was absolutely decked from head to toe in pride apparel. A rainbow hoodie, lesbian flags painted on her cheeks, a bi flag hanging from her shoulders like a cloak and the black and gray snood wrapped around her head like a hood with a pair of rainbow leggings. She looked like she was about to start a one woman LGBTQ march through Jericho.

“Enid, can we talk?” Wednesday said in her usual monotone, walking into the room.

“Oh, sure, just come in. not like it’s my room or anything…” Yoko grumbled. Wednesday didn't even pay attention to her.

“Go away, I don't want to talk to you.” Enid muttered, her voice muffled from Yoko’s pillow as she continued burying her face further into it to avoid seeing her.

“Allow me to explain.”

Enid said nothing, so Wednesday continued.

“When you brought me the snood, i didn't know what it meant.” Wednesday began, and Yoko actually felt her jaw drop because what the fuck? who doesn't know what the lesbian flag means? “I believed you were just handing me a piece of colorful rainbow apparel and responded accordingly.”

Wednesday seemed to swallow nervously before continuing. “Bianca has made me aware of the significance and meaning behind the scarf and the colors upon it.” Wednesday looked away from the extremely still and attentive form of Enid, feeling more… feelings emerging. “The thought that you would give me apparel that will keep boys from asking me out again and also anger many people throughout Jericho who will see me as a monster for liking other women like I do… well, it means a lot.”

“That’s not what the lesbian flag means at all!” Yoko cried out exasperated. She was summarily ignored by both Wednesday, who had never paid any attention to her in the first place, and also Enid who was now sitting up and listening even though she still couldn’t bear to look at her yet.

“In truth, whether I knew the flag’s meaning or not i would still have worn it when you asked me.”

“Then… then why did you say you hated it.” Enid asked, hope lacing her voice.

“Because I hate color and rainbows, and for reasons I cannot fathom, the lesbian flag was made with far too many bright colors. Although… for you I have made an exception.”

Enid finally dared to look back at Wednesday and her jaw dropped at the sight of her, all the rainbows and colors and… “You did this… for me?” Enid asked after a minute of just staring in wonder.

Wednesday gestured to her attire and felt nervous and embarrassed, two things she would take to her grave and beyond. “It took awhile for me and Thing to steal enough pride apparel to pull this together but after learning the significance behind it I could do nothing less. I suppose I will be sending others to my family after this as well for they will want to be supportive of my choices. Though as for why I did it…”

she coughed into a fist and looked away, not being able to meet Enid’s awed expression for fear of falling prey to even more feelings. “I can never say no to you. My father has cursed me severely.” She looked to the ground and scowled. “Like him, I am but a slave to the person I love.”

Wednesday paused, that had not been meant to slip out. She had confessed? She had confessed dressed like this?

Oh dear god, she was her father.

Enid paused, finally heard the words, and after a second launched herself from the bed with enough force to send the bedsprings tearing out of the mattress and several inches into the floor. Enid tackled Wednesday to the ground and hugged her like her life depended on it, nuzzling her head into the crook of Wednesday’s neck as her body partially wolfed: Wolf ears sticking out of her head and wolf tail wagging furiously in utter bliss.

Wednesday, rather than do anything she normally would have had it been anyone else, simply began to pet the top of the werewolf girl's head and smiled. It was only the smallest possible smile but for Wednesday it was like she was beaming.

Thing, crawling up onto Yoko’s shoulders signed furiously and she understood.

“She really is a simp, isn’t she?” She asked. Thing nodded, or did as close to a nod as a severed zombie hand could do.

“Olay, I'm glad that you two are dating now but can you both please get the hell out of what’s left of my dorm room?”

Enid and Wednesday both promptly ignored her and continued cuddling on the floor.

#wednesday #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #bianca barclay #yoko tanaka #wednesday thing #wednesday is soft for enid #and as Thing said is also a simp #its the addams family curse #the addams family #fanfiction #fanfic