Okay but what if after Enid wolf’s out, her wolf finally awakens and begins openly communicating with her. Enid wakes up the next morning and her wolf is like “Go wake up your mate.”
Enid thinks shes going crazy at first, nobody told her that her wolf actually spoke. Basically Enid has to deal with acknowledging she’s in love with Wednesday while her wolf constantly tries to get Enid to court Wednesday, fight anyone who may be a potential mate for Wednesday, and wants to go roll around in dirt.
I can imagine them both trying to come up with ways to finally ask Wednesday to be her girlfriend together.
“We should challenge Xavier for Wednesday’s hand.”
“Okay that’s like outdated and supes insane, no.”
“Well what about—“
“I already told you we are not getting a whole deer!”
Wenclair fanfic where Wednesday and Enid are together by the time they graduate. The plan is Enid is going to regularly commute from San Francisco to the Addams manor until one day, Wednesday and Enid can move in together in their own place.
Only on the day of graduation, Enid overhears a conversation between Wednesday and Morticia, or at least she thinks she does. It sounds like Wednesday is planning to break up with her after graduation as Enid lives too far away. Heartbroken, Enid tells Yoko who immediately tells Enid to grab her things from the dorm room and come with her to her family home in Transylvania.
When Wednesday returns to the dorm, she finds Enid’s side completely bare with no sign of Enid anywhere. With no response to her calls, Wednesday is left heartbroken in the dorm.
House key in hand.
Fast forward fifteen years, Wednesday is a successful author, practically living in isolation in the house she had bought for her and Enid. It’s even still decorated for them both, black walls with pink furniture. Pictures of them both from Nevermore hang on the walls. She never moved on from Enid, the Addams family curse still holding on to her.
Until one day, when Bianca, now Nevermore principle, invites Wednesday to the school for National Book Day for a QnA as a Nevermore Alumni who became a successful author. Begrudgingly, Wednesday accepts.
What she doesn’t expect is to see a recently divorced Enid at the school with her ten year old daughter.
The vampire stands in front of the door of Enid and Wednesday’s new house. Before she can even knock, the door swings open. There to greet her is a tall, beautiful blonde woman eager to see her best friend.
Enid: YOKO! It’s been so long!
The werewolf throws herself at the vampire almost knocking her over. The two embrace each other.
Yoko: Wow, Sinclair. I say you’ve aged pretty gracefully.
Enid: Awww, thank you, darling. And you….. haven’t changed a bit. How old are you now?
Yoko: Hardy har har. What about you? Thirty looks good on you.
Enid: Oh god I hope so. Come on in.
The two girls walk into the house. The interior was, surprisingly colorful. Full of pastel pink, blue and purple. As bright and flamboyant as it is, it doesn’t clash. Really throws Yoko off.
Yoko: Holy shit. Are you and Wednesday still married?
Enid: Yoko! Don’t even joke about that!
Yoko: I’m just asking! I mean look at this place. Your gothic princess wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this.
Enid: Oh you know I have my ways, Tanaka.
Yoko: She can’t say no to you, can she?
Enid: Of course! She loves me too much!
The two girls enter the living room where they sit on the couch together.
Yoko: Where is she anyway?
Enid: Oh she’s upstairs. She’s just taking care of one of our little ones.
Yoko: Oh yeah! I still haven’t seen your child yet! Wait ones? How many do you have?
Enid: Oh we have…… six.
Yoko: SIX KIDS?!
Enid: Six…. girls…. and four boys.
Yoko: YOU HAVE TEN CHILDREN?!
Right as Yoko yells, one of their little ones runs down to greet Yoko and Enid. She can’t be more than ten years old, has black hair with white streaks and bright ember eyes.
Yoko: Oh hello little one.
Enid: Baby, why don’t you tell aunty Yoko your name?
Daughter 1: Hello. My name is [NAME]
Yoko: Awww. What a nice name. You really look like your mother. I mean Wednesday.
Daughter 1: *turns to Enid* mother, may I please play some music in the living room?
Enid: Yes, go ahead sweetie.
The little one runs off.
Yoko: Wow, she’s literally like Wednesday.
The little one chooses her music and plays it. Loud, blaring, rock and roll music play. It catches Yoko completely off guard.
Daughter 1: I will just be here to read if that’s okay.
Enid: That’s totally fine, dear!
Yoko: Okay never mind! She’s not like Wednesday at all!
The vampire watches as the little one sits on the couch across from them, silently reading a book.
Yoko: How can she possibly read with music that loud?
Enid: It just helps her!
The two escape the living room to the kitchen.
Enid: Do you want to see the other children? Wednesday’s upstairs with them.
Yoko: The other nine? Oh god. That’s a lot of kids.
Enid: I know it’s a lot but thank you for taking your time to babysit them.
Yoko: BABYSIT?! WAIT HOLD ON-
Enid: Yeah! You said you could babysit for our kids!
Yoko: I thought you had one! Two at most not TEN! Enid, wait-
Enid, already running up the stairs: I’m gonna go tell Wednesday! Thank you for doing this for us!
wenclair au where wednesday stumbles into the nearest establishment she can find to take shelter from the sweltering summer heat, only to discover it’s a cat cafe.
she hates the colours, she hates the fur that tickles her nose, she hates the tackiness of the tabletop, sticky little ring silhouettes left behind as spectres of the ridiculously syrupy drinks that lay there before; and above all, she hates the unnecessarily cheerful blonde abomination stood grinning at her behind the counter as she squirts whipped cream directly into her mouth, the glittery nametag informing her of a name she equally hates - Enid.
she hates that she returns the next day, and the next, and the one after that. she hates that she’s slowly learning the difference between Milly and Molly, two near identical black cats that have taken a liking to her.
she hates how she now knows the back booth is reserved exclusively for her, the table pristine, a freshly made quad over ice waiting expectantly. she hates the soft “thank you” that falls from her lips.
she hates the way she finds herself smiling softly as she watches the barista have what appears to be a very serious conversation with Alfred, an incredibly old, incredibly deaf ginger tom.
she hates the way the blush creeps up her neck when she’s caught staring, a wolfish grin and a wink thrown casually in her direction. she hates the way Enid’s name is permanently at the tip of her tongue as though she’d been saying it all her life, she hates the way she can’t help but add a softness when she allows her tongue the freedom to say it.
she hates the way Enid stumbles over her words as she asks to take her out to dinner. she hates that she replies with the affirmative before the blonde has even finished her sentence, both turning a violent shade of red.
she hates the weakness in her knees, the light perspiration of her palms and the way she can feel her cheeks dimple as another rogue smile finds its way upon her face.
she hates how reminiscent she is of her father, and how easily she had allowed herself to be ensnared by her enigmatic opposite. she hates the steadying weight of Enid’s hand in hers, she hates the way her traitorous heart thunders as the mere thought of the woman, but mostly, she absolutely despises the way she doesn’t hate it at all, not one, tiny bit.
Wenclair fic where the Addams bring Pubert with them for Parents Day and Enid sees Wednesday being like this with Pubert, all while Wednesday is unaware Enid is watching and Enid just falls in love with her even more pls