#wenclair prompts

[writerswho]

Wednesday has never been interested in learning French because it's not safe to speak it around Gomez. French is one of her mandatory classes at Nevermore, and she is not doing well at all, Enid, the top of the class, offers to help her. Wednesday then learns the effects French has on the Addams blood personally. 

#wednesday netflix #netflix wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair prompt #wenclair prompts #wenclair #wednesday prompt

[lord-of-the-muses]

She Stole My Heart

Pairings: Wednesday Addams X Female Reader X Enid Sinclair

A/N: A twist on "Be Gay Do Crime"

It was a dark and stormy night when Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, and Y/N met at the edge of the cemetery. Wednesday was dressed in all black as usual, her long black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Enid was wearing a bright red hoodie and jeans, her bright blue eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. Y/N was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, her blonde hair tucked under a baseball cap.

The three of them had been lovers ever since they came to Nevermore, and they had always been drawn to the thrill of breaking the rules in their own ways and committing sweet and macabre crimes together. However, this time, Wednesday had a different plan in mind. She had been feeling a void in her life, a lack of love, and she had heard of a legendary grave that had a heart that was said to bring love to whoever possessed it. She had convinced Enid and Y/N to help her steal the heart from the grave.

As they entered the cemetery, Enid turned to Y/N and said, "I'm not sure this is a good idea. Wednesday, you're talking about grave robbing. It's not right."

Wednesday shook her head, "I know it's not right, but I need this. I need to feel love again."

Y/N nodded, "I understand, Wednesday. I'll help you."

Enid sighed, "I'll help you too, but I'm not happy about it."

They approached the grave where the heart was said to be buried, and Wednesday used her tools to break the lock on the grave. They climbed down into the grave, and Wednesday used her knowledge of grave digging to locate the heart. They retrieved the heart and climbed out of the grave, but as they were leaving the cemetery, they heard a strange growling noise behind them.

"What's that noise?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling.

Wednesday's face went pale, "I don't know, but we need to move, now!"

They ran out of the cemetery, but the growling was getting louder. As they reached the edge of the cemetery, a monster stepped out from the shadows, it was huge and had razor-sharp teeth.

"Oh my God," Y/N said, "What is that thing?"

Wednesday's eyes widened, "I don't know, but we have to fight it."

Enid stepped forward, "I'll handle this."

Enid's body began to contort and change, as she transformed into a werewolf. She lunged at the monster, her claws and teeth ready for battle.

Wednesday and Y/N stood back, watching as Enid fought the monster. It was a fierce battle, but Enid was strong, and she managed to defeat the monster.

As the monster lay dead on the ground, Enid transformed back into her human form. "We have to go," she said, "That monster was not natural, someone summoned it, and they will be coming for us."

Wednesday nodded, "Let's go."

As they ran away, Y/N turned to Wednesday, "I can't believe you would want to steal a heart from a grave. I understand you want to feel love again, but it's not right."

Wednesday shrugged, "I know, but I didn't know what else to do. I needed something to fill the void in my life.

They were running for a few minutes when suddenly a car pulled up beside them. The driver was Tyler, a friend of theirs from weathervane.

"Need a ride?" Tyler asked.

The three of them quickly got in the car and Tyler drove them back to campus. As they were driving, Wednesday couldn't help but feel her heart beating fast. She was feeling something she had never felt before, a feeling of love. She realized that she had fallen in love with both Enid and Y/N.

As they arrived on campus, Tyler dropped them off near their dorms. "Thanks for the ride, Tyler," Wednesday said.

"Anytime," Tyler said as he drove away.

The three of them walked towards their dorms, but Wednesday was feeling anxious. She didn't know how to express her feelings to Enid and Y/N, and she didn't want to ruin their friendship.

As they entered their dorms, Wednesday said, "I'm going to go work on my book. I'll see you both later."

Enid and Y/N looked at each other, both sensing that something was off with Wednesday. But they didn't push the matter and went to their own rooms.

Wednesday sat at her desk, typing away on her book. She was trying to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering to Enid and Y/N. She couldn't stop thinking about how much she loved them, how much she wanted to be with them. But she didn't know how to express her feelings without risking everything.

As she was typing, there was a knock on her door. It was Enid and Y/N.

"Can we come in?" Enid asked.

Wednesday nodded, and the two of them sat down on her bed.

"Is everything okay, Wednesday? You've been acting strange," Y/N said.

Wednesday took a deep breath, "I have something to tell you both. I love you. Both of you. I know it's crazy, and I don't expect you to feel the same way, but I just had to tell you."

Enid and Y/N looked at each other, surprised but also happy. Enid smiled and took Wednesday's hand, "I love you too, Wednesday. And so does Y/N."

Y/N nodded, "I do. I love you, Wednesday."

Wednesday felt her heart swell with happiness, she couldn't believe that her feelings were reciprocated

The days passed and Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N were adjusting to their new relationship. However, they started to notice that something wasn't quite right. Wednesday and Enid were plagued by nightmares, dark and disturbing visions that left them feeling uneasy and on edge. They couldn't quite understand what was causing these nightmares until one night, Y/N revealed that she had been eating the heart they stole from the grave.

Y/N's behavior began to change, she became more aggressive and volatile. She would often lose control, lashing out at those around her. Her eyes changed, becoming red, and black wings sprouted from her back, revealing her to be a rare vampire hybrid of a dark fallen angel.

Enid and Wednesday were worried about Y/N, they could see that she was no longer the same person they had known. They tried to approach her, to get her to talk to them, but she would push them away. Enid tried to flirt with Y/N, using her charm and wit to try and distract her from the darkness that was consuming her. Wednesday tried a different approach, using her intellect and understanding to try and calm Y/N down.

As they were struggling to deal with Y/N's transformation, "Thing the hand" appeared out of nowhere and drops a potion on Y/N's head. The potion slowly began to take effect, and Y/N's eyes returned to their normal color, her wings retreated back, and her aggressive behavior subsided.

"What was that potion?" Enid asked.

"It's a special potion that neutralizes dark energy, Thing the hand pointed showing how he had a feeling that something was off with them and how he followed and saw what was happening.

With regret and sadness in her eyes, Y/N stared at Wednesday and Enid. "She apologised, "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what was happening to me. I did not know that the heart was cursed."

Wednesday and Enid embraced Y/N, saying, "It's okay, we're here for you, and we'll help you through this."

After that, they began to think twice about stealing, since they now know that their actions will have lasting repercussions. They noticed that love is more than a sentiment; it's a decision to stick with one another through good times and bad. They worked well together and always looked out for one another.

#wenclair prompt #wednsday addams #wednesday edits #wenclair prompts #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday addams memes #wednesday addams smut #wednesday addams x enid sinclair x femme reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addamsx you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x enid x reader #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x reader #wednesday x enid #enid x y/n #enid x y/n x wednesday #enid is a lesbian #lesbian

[5irefly]

So this is basically Drunk Wednesday Adams.

(THIS BECAME MUCH LONGER THEN I THOUGHT and it was supposed to be jokey)

Disclaimer: I am an awful writer (that's why I draw) and my grammar is terrible, I can barely form a sentence IRL. But I tried to polish this best I can. :)

Note: This is all Yoko fault most likely, she would sneak drinks, if it wasn't her, still blame her.

- Every single thought, true feelings will come out...

With Enid she always show love in her own unique way, shes not out there and Wednesday almost comes off as shy since she with love, its such an intense and still new feeling for her, so she takes it slow. BUT with a little “boost”, she is down on her KNEEEES confessing her love to Enid.

(Wednesday on her knees looking downward but holding onto Enids leg)

W - “Oh Enid...”Me vuelves loca sabes eso, te has llevado mi corazón *chuckles*. Mi corazón te pertenece, mhm? “ *Starts looking up at her smiling*

*grabs hand* “You are so cute,” *kisses hand*

“beautiful,” *kisses wrist*

 “sweet” *continues making her way up from her hand towards her neck*

As she gets closer to her neck Enid turns super red and can’t form words, her claws whip out with a pair of uneven puppy ears and tail. Her tail wags so hard it’s thumping the bed post next to her. She is just panicking.

Wednesday on the other hand just wants to kiss her endlessly.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

Besides that gay shit Wednesday is so nice, she the type to comfort you and be a listening ear giving some advice. Sad? “Here have a drink!”. Boy trouble? “Go cut his dick off”

Ehhh sometimes its good deep advice or its just...that.

- She can surprisingly drink A LOT tho, how can her small body consume so much? Where does it go?

- Play some music she’ll dance and get into it, she likes to encourage others to dance with her

- She sOoOo huggy to friends especially Enid, this girl will not let her go. She always trying to hold her arm and rest her head on her

- Her genuine big smile and giggles are SUPER cute tho

- Oh my god please don’t start a discourse with her. She goes from friendly to “WAIT A MINUTE.” and will start a bunch of argumentation. Like, you can’t win, she has an answer for everything somehow.

Its funny but holy shit she will go on a whole rant about society and everyone is dumb af nowadays, and you are sitting their like, “Wait a minute? Didn’t I just asked you which Doritos chip flavor is better, how did we get here???”

- The worst thing that happens is she become more impulsive and daring. So Enid has to keep an eye on her.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

In the end when she is tripping over her own feet, she’s just tired af and will lean onto someone or Enid and doze off. She might even steal one of Enid plushies and cuddle with it. (yes Enid took a picture, she made sure that shit was in her icloud just in case something happens)

When morning comes she wakes up all grumpy looking and pretend like nothing happens.

*ᵖᶦᶜ ᵉˣᵃᵐᵖˡᵉ ʸᵉˢ ʸᵉˢ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᶦⁿᵉ ᶦᵗˢ ᵃ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶜᵃᵗ, ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵃᶜᶜᵘʳᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵘʳᵉ*

But when Enid goes up to her bed and starts going off about last night-Wednesday raises a finger to “hold it” and telling her she doesn’t want to know.

Maybe she did do something…hopefully nothing too...particular…but if something did happen, she’s gonna pretend it didn’t and everyone is literally delusional and must have been drunk cause Wednesday would neeeverr do those things. They must be seeing things.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·. 

✦EXTRA

*Later after school almost evening*

*Enid shows recording of drunk Wednesday dancing*

W - That’s not me.

E - That’s obviously you.

W - That’s not me.

*zooms in to her face* E - Who is this?

W - …..not me.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

END

ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵃⁿᶦˢʰ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ˢᵗʳᵃᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵍᵒᵒᵍˡᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗᵉ ˡᵐᶠᵃᵒᵒᵒ

#Wednesday #Wednesday Addams #wenclair #wenclair prompts #wednesday headcanons

[lesbianlotties]

🎻 for Wenclair

🎻 you keep asking if your practicing is bothering me but honestly I'm so swept away. play something for me. haha I mean freebird not a like, romantic song, that would be, wild

“If you want me to practice elsewhere, you should just say it, Enid,” Wednesday said without even looking up from her cello.

“What?” Enid blurted out, jumping a little on her place on her bed and dropping the book she had been pretending to read.

“You have been staring for the last eight minutes,” Wednesday said, finally looking up at Enid with her usual expressionless face. “I assumed it meant you are vexed about me playing cello in our room.”

“Vexed? No,” Enid shook her head but she seemed to be in a little bit of a daze. “I was just… wondering,” she shrugged.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes, almost imperceptibly, deep in thought. She was considered simply going back to her practice, but some part of her, a begrudgingly tamed part of her that could admit to appreciating Enid’s existence in her life, sighed.”Wondering what, Enid?” Wednesday pressed.

“Um,” Enid stuttered. Her eyes were wide and she kept playing with her hands. She had no idea how to tell Wednesday that she wasn’t annoyed by her playing cello in the room but quite the opposite. She was so enamored that despite usually being a proud romantic, she was almost embarrassed by her own swooning at Wednesday’s sad cello melodies. “I was wondering if I could request a song,” Enid said, giving Wednesday her best and brightest fake smile.

“What’s your request?” Wednesday asked. Enid had expected her to look irritated at the interruption, but Wednesday looked genuinely curious. The problem was that there was not a single rational thought passing through Enid’s lovesick mind.

“Baby shark?” Enid blurted out, grimacing as she said it.

“I have gone swimming with sharks before. They aren’t as half as scary as modern media suggests and most of them cowered away from me. But I can tell you there is not a specific song included, not even with the youngest of them,” Wednesday explained patiently, unknowingly making Enid fall even harder for her.

Enid chuckled, “My bad. I just, um, I’m trying to think of something cool, you know? I wouldn’t ask you to play a lame, sickeningly sweet romantic song for me.” She kept nervously laughing and avoiding Wednesday’s eyes and then she added, “Like, that would be totally crazy, right? You would totally kill me with your cello… right?”

There was a long pause that almost made Enid jump off their balcony.

“I blame my criminally sentimental father for this knowledge but,” Wednesday said and shifted her hold on the instrument. She had a fascinating look on her face that was close to a smug smile as she said, “Some romantic musical pieces are extremely well crafted and compelling to play. I have mastered all that I’ve deemed worthy.”

As soon as Wednesday played the first note of a song, she was interrupted by a loud gasp from Enid, who leaped from her bed to perch herself on the edge of Wednesday’s bed to be closer to her to listen to this extraordinary moment.

“You would do that?! For me?!” Enid exclaimed with a high-pitched voice and accidentally left all her hesitation and discretion behind on the other side of the room.

Wednesday frowned at her. She very much scowled at the way Enid had grown comfortable enough with her to take a seat on her bed. But then Wednesday looked down at the instrument in her arms and prepared to restart the song. First, she said, “I thought by now you had figured out I would do anything for you.”

She played the first note of the song…

“OhmygodWednesdaythatwasso-”

“Enid!”

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll be quiet now, I promise!”

#i never forget a prompt i swear!!! #wednesday #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wednesday fanfiction #wednesday series #wenclair fanfic #prompts #answered #kolimachris #my fic #wenclair prompts

[ivetried27nameswhataboutthis1]

Weems: For our new anti-terror-safety class, you will defuse a fake bomb as a partner exercise. You have to be in sync on this.

Wednesday: Why would anyone want to defuse a bomb?

Enid: Focus, Wednesday. I think I got this. On the count of three, we will each cut our grey wires. One, two-

Wednesday: Wait, wait, wait. Grey wire? I only have green, red and yellow.

Enid: That’s weird. I have light grey, medium grey and dark grey.

Wednesday: Enid, are you colour blind?

Enid: Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.

Wednesday: Is that the reason you are dressed like that?

Enid: What do you mean? We are dressed the same.

Wednesday: Enid, my dear, my heart, my soul, my love. Don’t you ever say such a mean thing to me ever again. That was totally uncalled for.

#why is it an anti terror safety class you ask? #bc i needed it for the prompt and i’m tired #i can’t think of anything else #besides #isn’t this the american way of education anyway? #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #incorrect wenclair

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Wednesday, bursting through the door holding an urn: I found human remains at Goodwill.

Enid: I’m sorry, what?

Wednesday: Someone donated an urn to Goodwill and the ashes are still in it.

Enid: And so you decided to buy human ashes?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid: From Goodwill?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid:

Enid: I’m not even surprised.

Wednesday: Her name is Judith, I’m hoping she’ll haunt us.

Enid, in disgruntled acceptance: Yeah I know babe.

#and that is the story of how Judith the ghost started haunting ophelia hall #and she’s still there when wenclairs kids attend #and she tells them stories about all the dumb shit their moms did when they were at school #how is this becoming a fic prompt? #i honestly just thought it was funny but there’s potential here ngl #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #incorrect wednesday quotes #incorrect wednesday addams #incorrect wednesday #incorrect wenclair #ptbv

[kendo413]

Wenclair prompts

Wednesday is a witch, Enid is a werewolf who can't shift. Wednesday can help in exchange for Enid's first born. Enid accepts, but there seems to have been a fundamental misunderstanding because Enid keeps asking her when they're going to start their family, and saying they really ought to consider dating first so they can plan a wedding that works for them both.

Enid keeps telling outlandish stories about her (probably nonexistant) wife, and her coworkers have had enough. No human being could be so bizarre as she's describing, right? Gotta be fake, and really Enid? Pretty pathetic.

Then the ones who made fun of Enid the most, the ones who dimmed the radiance of her sun's smile, wake up with a bag over their head, tied to chairs in a remote location. The wife is real, the stories were real, and they are going to be lucky of they aren't fed their own organs in the end.

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

[sxphr]

Yoko, walking into Wedneday and Enids room: WEDNESDAY ADDAMS, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!

Wednesday: It's a lobster.

Yoko: I KNOW ITS A FUCKING LOBSTER, WHY WAS IT IN MY BED?

Wednesday: I don't know, perhaps it wandered in there while you were in class.

Yoko, seething: I'm going to kill you.

Wednesday: I'd like to see you try.

dt: @tinyobservationcreation

#yoko and wednesdays love hate relationship #dont ask #my friend gave me the the prompt of a lobster #dont know wtf i was meant to do with that #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday #incorrect wednesday quotes #wenclair #yoko tanaka

[fanficonly]

Wenclair - One Shot -

"I get paid in Favours"

I could not get this idea out of my head, I must have seen a prompt or something somewhere and it's been floating around in my subconscious every since. So thought I'd write a little one-shot to get it out ... Hope you enjoy 😋

"WEDNESDAY ADDAMS?!" Enid screamed causing a few heads to turn including the referred to Wednesday Addams who just scrunch her eyebrows from across the corridor and turned her attention back to her conversation.

"Shhhhh shhh" Yoko hushed her loud friend, darting her eyes around in a small panic "Shut up" she whispered in a harsh tone pushing Enid into the closet behind them away from the prying ears of nevermore students.

"Are you crazy?!" Enid squeaked out in pure fear "Like did somebody spike your blood bag today with crazy juice!" She asked scared, serious and suspicious of her best friends motives.

"Girl chill it was just a suggestion." She gritted her fangs and rolled her eyes at her over frantic bestie.

"Listen I know I need help but that girl is severely unstable and strangely enough the most sought after girl in the school if I ask her for a favour do you know what kind of debt I would need to repay?" Enid panicked all flustered just from the mere mention of the raven haired goddess that plagued the halls of Nevermore.

"She's not all bad" Yoko refutes, a certain knowing smile spreading across her face.

Wednesday Addams was the newest of the Nevermore bunch to be admitted to the school grounds as an outcast and Enid had taken it upon herself to try and get to know everything about her.

She was a force to be reckoned with. And to Enid she was A monotone little ball of madness and mystery that had put the entire school under some kind of witchy spell, she was sure of it.

Since arriving, Wednesday Addams had been hunted, haunted and the victim of an attempted murder... Twice. And even so everyone at Nevermore turned a blind eye allowing her to run a riot across her perfectly protected school. She even had people swooning over her like she was some perverse prize to be one.

You see Enid was the eyes and ears of Nevermore, the go to girl for all the gossip and she always knew everything. But Wednesday Addams remained this silent, closed book of nothingness and that didn't sit right with the blonde girl.

Since being here Enid hadn't avoided the sinister girl at all costs like others originally had. Instead, after every advance she made towards Wednesday had been promptly shut down and her last attempt landing her in the infirmary she made a point of staying as far away from her as possible. This would go unnoticed by Wednesday as she just wasn't interested in thrusting herself into a drama filled void.

There was a thin line between charming and just plain rude, and Enid began to make the distinction easily after only a few weeks.

"I can't ask her for help Yoko" she deflected once again her eyes flicking across her surroundings in a panicked manner "It's suicide!" She whispered again her eyes glazed stepping towards Yoko.

"You need her Enid" Yoko shrugged. "I don't know what else to tell you" she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and half smiled at the werewolf before, turning around, opening the door and leaving Enid alone with her chaotic mess of a mind buzzing with all the terrifying situations she was about to doom herself too.

....

Later on that day Enid was sat about 3 tables across from the infamous Wednesday Addams trying to muster up the courage to go and talk to her.

She had spent the better part of 2 hours trying to figure out a solution to her little problem but had been unsuccessful and finally accepted that she needed help from the enemy. After noticing her retreat to the library for her free period she had followed her silently, getting ready to ask for a favour.

She looked towards Wednesday who was sat comfortable reading a novel, enjoying the sweet solitude of silence. Then she looked away frustrated, then looked back hopefully before again giving into her anxiety and abandoning her task.

She stared at the ground "Come on Enid don't be an idiot just go and TALK to her" she scolded, whispering to herself. She took a deep breath squeezed her eyes shut and then looked back at Wednesday.

But she wasn't there.

It was as if she had vanished into thin air and in her place an empty chair sat.

"Talk to who?" She heard a voice from behind her and she immediately went into defense mode, her claws retracting and her fangs making an unwanted appearance.

She had recognised the voice and froze unable to peel her eyes away from table to turn and address the girl.

Wednesday,it seemed had freaking teleported behind her because how else, just stood there expectantly waiting for a response.

"Oh have I intruded in a private conversation between you and the invisible man I wasn't aware he was a part of the Nevermore student body" Wednesday remarked a little irritated that the wolf girl had ignored her.

Sure, it wasn't like she was invited into this conversation but Wednesday enjoyed the feeling of being unwanted and making a situation unnecessarily uncomfortable. It amused her to no end especially when she watched the werewolf bite back.

"What's it to you!" She barked out, placing her hand on the back of her chair and turning to shoot daggers at the rude student.

"ooo she barks but does she bite?" Wednesday smirked. It almost felt like she was flirting which only sent Enid's brain into panic mode, doomed never to return back to normal.

"I-uhh" she stuttered out, mentally screaming at herself for sounding so stupid.

"You've been staring at me for the last 20 minutes I would like to know why" Wednesday raised an eyebrow. She had felt the unnerving sense of someone watching her and had immediately recognised it to be Enid after no longer than 30 seconds of her continual staring.

Enid stood up, straightening out her soft striped sleek jumper nervously.

"H-how did you even know that?" She questioned. She was under the impression that she had remained elusive but clearly she was wrong. Or Wednesday just had these incredible witchy senses that helped her be astonishingly perceptive of her environment.

"An eye for an eye?" Wednesday negotiated "You answer my question I'll answer yours" she explained further with a slight nod.

"I was just- I kind of-I just needed to ask" she attempted to begin a few times before mentally face-palming and giving up completely.

"Interesting" Wednesday placed her hand on her chin contemplating the possibilities for Enid's nervousness. This was the first she had ever spoken to her without malicious intent but she had always been rather intrigued by the bubbly creature. And not just because she was the only one in this wretched place who didn't actively avoid her or admire her from afar when she first arrived at the school... Well usually, today being the obvious exception.

"Listen I just- I need your help okay I was told you were the one to go to for ummm certain items" Enid managed to mutter out.

Wednesday understood now but was still encapsulated by the reaction she was getting from the half turned wolf in front of her.

"Come with me" Wednesday tilted her head to direct the girl and wandered into the library stacks, smirking to herself when she heard Enid behind her emit a low growl but still follow her anyway.

"What do you need?" She asked unbothered.

"Suppressants" Enid said, finally a normal conversation she breathed out relaxing. "The full moon is tomorrow" she needlessly explained.

"You don't have any?" Wednesday asked, perplexed.

"No" Enid shrugged.

"But you're a werewolf" Wednesday had to suppress the chuckle that bubbled in the back of her throat like acid.

"I've never fully turned so I've never needed them before but it feels different this time" she explained annoyed "Listen can you get me some or not? I was told you could" she snapped a little bit, discontented once again. This conversation was becoming more difficult by the millisecond and Enid was becoming increasingly more discouraged.

"Don't believe everything you hear" Wednesday mocked, making an obvious jab at Enid's tendency to gossip.

"So that's a No" she sighed in annoyance. So she had risked her sanity for absolutely nothing.

"I didn't say that" Wednesday spoke and Enid perked up noticeably.

"So you can?" she didn't even care that her little outburst of emotions caused Wednesday to wince, she was just happy that she would finally get a good night's rest.

"Yes but you know everything has a price" Wednesday told her plainly.

"Name it" Enid made no attempt to hide her eagerness and reached out to Wednesday who politely stepped back.

"I get paid in favours when I need you I'll let you know" Wednesday explained, waiting for Enid to agree to her conditions before acknowledging the authenticity of the deal.

"Okay but like I don't do anything criminal" Enid made a disgusted face and shuddered even at the thought.

"How utterly dull" Wednesday cocked an eyebrow, unable to understand why this girl was not enticed by the idea of doing something bad.

"Excuse you do I look dull to you" she gestured to her incredibly colourful outfit and distinct features. She had never been so offended by someone before. The audacity!

"No you look rather..." Wednesday flicked her eyes up and down Enid's body "enticing actually" she decided, her lip twitching quietly.

"Umm...Thanks" Enid was taken aback by the compliment and had to force her guard to remain in place rather than create a fortress around her thoughts. This was confusing.

"You know there are other ways to surpress your animalistic urges" Wednesday wiggled her eyebrows and Enids eyes went wide. Was she flirting? Wednesday can flirt? What was happening?! Enid began to lose it, she wasn't sure how to process what she had just heard.

Her brain went into overdrive. Listen. Everyone at Nevermore knew Enid was a raging homo and having an intimidating yet oddly attractive girl flirt with her only ever forcibly sent into her gay panic mode. Naturally.

But Wednesday Addams? Nooo she wasn't... She couldn't be. And even if she was why would she pursue Enid? Surely a girl whose hobbies included witchcraft, grave digging and murder had no business in Enid's innocent unicorn and rainbow filled world... Right?

She must just be misreading her, its not like she's amazing at reading signals from normal people let alone the bluntest girl she had ever met.

"Like what?" Enid found herself asking and absolutely slapped herself for being so stupid and playing into it. She hadn't even realised she had said it until it came spilling out of her mouth like an untamed river.

"Wouldn't you like to know" Wednesday let a deviant smile dance its way across her lips proudly before walking past Enid leaving her in a flustered and confused state.

She stopped just before passing her, shoulder to shoulder, and spoke "Would you?" She asked and Enid turned her head hesitantly. Looking at Wednesday she suddenly felt her knees go weak as she asked

"Would I what?" smiling nervously.

"Like to know" Wednesday spoke as if what she was talking about was insanely obvious. She stared into her soul for a moment before swallowing hard.

"Ummm" Enid gritted her teeth and extensively avoided the attempted eye contact from Wednesday

"I'll let you think about it" she smirked again, knowing exactly the effect she was having on Enid and relishing in it all.

She then left taking long strides, only stopping to turn back and say " Either way I'll have whatever suppressant you need waiting for you in my dorm tonight, remember you have options" Wednesday fought the urge to wink but commended herself on a beautifully played out flirtatious scene she was sure to write about later.

"8' O'Clock okay?" Enid mumbled out nervously, swallowing the anxious lump that had formed in her now extremely dry throat.

"I look forward to seeing if your bark is worse than your bite" Wednesday teased before leaving Enid all hot and bothered and confused and flustered and all of the words and feelings basically.

Enid just stood there, blinked slowly before throwing herself back into the stack of books for support, closing her eyes and lightly hitting her head off of it in pure embarrassment on how she had handled that situation.

"What the f-" she whispered sliding down into a seated position and letting her thoughts drift to what the night may bring with Wednesday Addams. WEDNESDAY FREAKING ADDAMS.

Part 2 -As requested

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday #wenclair fanfic #wednesday x enid #wenclair one shot #wenclair prompt

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Llama, Llama Baby Drama | Wenclair One-Shot for @based7100

Summary: Enid gets an emergency call to babysit on a date night. When Wednesday shows up with intentions of having it anyway, they have a much-needed conversation about their future. (separate from my established Wenclair universe in CftF or Black Menagerie) WC: 4,979 (STILL UNDER 5K OKAY) Rated: All Ages

trigger warning: a baby

Prompted by @based7100, "Wednesday and Enid having the do you want kids talk" as part of my >5k writing (post-taxes) challenge

“Why is it sticky?” Wednesday asked with a grimace as Enid tickled the baby that was perched on her hip. The infant gave a loud squeal of laughter that drew a deeper cringe from Wednesday at the sudden pitch.

“She is sticky because she just ate, and I didn’t want you breaking and entering and setting off the home alarm! You’re lucky I have werewolf hearing, otherwise I would have made you be the one to settle her down.” Enid said with a smile of exasperation, opening the door wider, allowing Wednesday entry to a townhouse. Enid pressed buttons on a keypad when Wednesday came into the doorway of the space with some agitated trepidation. Monsters, serial killers – entering the lair of either would’ve brought her glee, but entering the space of an eight-month-old was like being dropped into a hostile landscape without adequate preparation.

She noted Enid in her stocking feet and untied her boots, staring up at Enid and the little she with unblinking eyes, attempting to assert her dominance in the small person’s home. Enid just rolled her own and gave Wednesday a peck on the cheek as she stood tall again, clutching her backpack strap. Enid looked at the entryway clock and added, “I’m going to get her cleaned up – it’s close enough to time – I’m going to get her in the bath if you wanna just make yourself comfortable! You’re like, forty minutes early, so don’t blame me that you’re bored!” The baby stuck her entire fist into her mouth, gurgling while a trail of saliva slipped her all the way down to her elbow. Again, Wednesday was sure she made a face, unable to help her disgust.

Make yourself comfortable was quite a loaded statement, as Wednesday didn’t have a portable bed of nails handy. She and Enid had their third Saturday night date cancelled in a row; the last minute “emergency” babysitting request coming through from a Normie family she’d made friends with in Jericho (really, Wednesday considered grandma falling down the stairs more of a coming of age event than an emergency) dampening a makeup date from a makeup date. Unable to tolerate three weeks in a row of a Saturday night without her girlfriend, Wednesday had cautiously accepted the invitation to come over after the baby was in bed. The child’s mother had said that was acceptable – and though she feared becoming a 80s movie babysitter cliché of making out on the couch while there was a killer outside, she’d taken the chance as the next week was supposed to be just as busy for the seniors at the end of their school year as they’d all been. (It was unlikely the house had a landline for anyone to ask if Enid had checked on the baby, anyway.)

Enid disappeared with her down the hall, using a different tone in her voice than usual to talk to the baby, who obviously couldn’t comprehend what she was saying regardless of her cadance. Staring after them for a long minute, Wednesday gave a tiny blink and took a look around – finding a stereotypical portrait of a family sitting in a field of leaves with their infant from the fall. The picture-perfect matchy-matchy white, suburban American aesthetic completely draining her before she even properly entered the home.

Exiting the foyer into the living area, she recoiled a touch at the explosion of color and plastic toys. Wishing she’d brought Thing to put him to work, she thought about perching herself on the edge of the wooden rocker in the room, not touching anything when she realized – if she didn’t pick up the toys while Enid was picking up the baby, it would just be that much longer before they’d be able to sit together on the plush loveseat under the window.

Wednesday let out a silent sigh, dropping her shoulders, taking a sharp glance around trying to figure out the organizational method when she realized – there wasn’t one. Unable to tolerate such a disaster, she began sorting the toys into piles, little rubbery blocks with forever chemicals laced into them together, tiny plastic people that probably had lead in the paint, and stuffed animals that had polyurethane filling which would outlive them all.

She found a few collapsible baskets that had never been put together near a stack of unopened mail on a bench, keeping everything separate as she got it off the floor. She rolled up the blankets, then went so far as to wipe down the tabletop when she couldn’t identify the crusty material that was gathered on top, using a deplorable smelling baby wipe.

It seemed like Enid at least hadn’t been forced to make anything for the baby, as there was just a spoon and a little plate in the sink and cleaning off the high chair tray. (Wednesday could handle blood spatter, entrails, and digging through bones, but honestly – the mush and droll were going to push her over the edge.) After putting everything that seemed dirty in the dishwasher, Wednesday followed the sounds of splashing and giggles to the bathroom down the hall.

Enid was on her knees in front of a tub, where the baby was in some sort of special seat. Not sure if she needed to avert her gaze for privacy, Wednesday almost disappeared but Enid shook her head, “You can come in! It’ll be a few minutes. Bailey loves to play in the water!”

Bailey. That was surely, the name of a dog, not a human child. Certainly – not an adult someday who needed to enter the workforce someday.

Avoiding yet another dramatic sigh out her nose, Wednesday hovered, her arms crossed as she stared the child down, who dropped her silly little face full of joy at the leer. Bailey frowned severely, suddenly – and Wednesday took the cue to leave, wandering into the baby’s nursery.

The room was surprisingly neutral, which Wednesday did appreciate with the lack of stereotypical pink. The baby’s crib was simple, and though Wednesday might’ve joked about smothering Enid in her sleep the first day they’d met, she knew that it was important to just keep a fitted sheet on so the baby didn’t manage to do so to themselves. There was a second rocking chair – a glider, in the corner, a small bookshelf, overflowing with titles, a dresser that seemed to be doubling as a changing table, based on the diapering supplies, and a few unopened boxes of toys that she probably wasn’t developmentally prepared to play with stacked in the corner. The walls had simple wooden, cut-out letters that read the girl’s name, and three photos above the dresser of her with the family, a few peel-and-stick bunnies at her eye-level beneath them.

Wednesday squatted down to examine the child’s literature selection, shaking her head in disapproval. How did they expect to raise a well-rounded child if she lacked the classics? There wasn’t a Homer, Miguel de Cervantes, Shakespeare, Stephen King, or even a single Orwellian novel on display. Her own father had been sure to get through all of the works of Poe and War and Peace before Wednesday had even left the womb!

Pulling out a few titles that didn’t sound horrendous, Wednesday shook her head at the modern children’s literature; thinking it was a damn shame that some of the best sellers clearly had no concept of rhythm. What a chore some of the books would be to have to read aloud, a near burden and waste of a tree’s time on earth.

She sat in the glider with a stack, ready to provide Enid with what she hoped would be interpreted as a humorous, critical review of some of the books, when her girlfriend came in with the baby all wrapped up in a towel, cheeks rosy – but significantly cleaner. “Forgive me, baby Bailey – I was so rude not to properly introduce you. This is Wednesday. Don’t mind the glare, that’s her friendly one.”

Wednesday was about to start her joke reception of Brown Bear, Brown Bear but Enid kept talking. She took out a yellow onsie with ducks on it, placing Bailey on her back on the changing pad, giving that same high, fake voice that was just so grating, even from someone she loved. “Okay, sweet baby – let’s get all dry…yeah, we’ll dry your little feet-feet-feet,” The baby kicked and laughed while Enid kept going, rubbing the towel along her. “And your legs-legs-legs,” She shifted into sing-song, “And your belly-belly-belly, and your arms-arms-arms…”

It went on for so long. Wednesday just continued to watch the spectacle, as she started with a disposable diaper and then worked her into the front-zipper pair of baby pajamas. “All done!” She waved her hands in a way that Wednesday knew was sign-language, and the baby copied it. Enid kissed her all over her face, making Baily whirl in happy sounds and Wednesday was sure, she was glowering, unable to help her jealousy – even if it was a baby she was being paid to watch getting Enid’s physical and emotional attention.

Finally, Enid completed the scene, looking at Wednesday with a seriously sort of expression. “We’re almost done. Can you hang in there?” She asked, using nearly the same voice that she had for the baby. Practically growling, she was about to stand up, when Enid developed an evil sort of twinkle in her eye and came forward, depositing Bailey suddenly onto Wednesday’s lap. Thankfully – she had some sort of protective instinct, and her reflexes kicked in before she could let the baby fall backwards. She went to make a snide, argumentative comment, but Enid just wasn’t having it. “Start reading to her, I’ll make her bottle, and we can be done in half the time.”

“Enid – I can’t –!?”

“Read?” She teased sassily, putting her hands on her hips, perching a brow. “Nice try. Here, she loves this one,” She reached down to a paperback (the very feeling of the thin cardboard cover making Wednesday’s skin crawl) with a worried looking farm animal on top.

Before she could protest again, Enid adjusted Bailey more in Wednesday’s lap, putting her back closer to her chest. Bailey looked at Wednesday with as much certainty as she returned, looking like she was about to cry. “Start reading and she’ll totes be fine.”

“Enid, I swear –”

At the empty threat, Enid dashed out of the room and down the hall. Wednesday let out a breath, grumbling, “Llama, Llama, Red Pajama…creative. Endlessly, creative.”

With a sigh, she started to read and Bailey settled at the familiar rhyme. Wednesday followed through, managing to go for the first few pages until she read, “Llama, Llama, red pajama feels alone without his mama. Baby Llama wants a drink…oh, no. No, no, no. This Llama is playing games with his caregiver and she needs to ignore him before she develops horrific behavior cycles that take years to break. Next thing she knows, she’s going to have nine-year-old llama walking in on mama and dada llama fornicating and traumatizing him like Pugsley because they never put an end to his bedtime drama. Oh, llama, drama – I suppose that’s nearly clever.”

Sighing, she flipped through the pages to find that indeed, the mother gave into the child’s tantrum and Wednesday snapped the book shut. Reaching into a stack, she pulled out another title. “Fine, Corduroy. At least Lisa understands that the value of something doesn’t lay necessarily in the perceived perfection of it, but in what it means to the individual. This is a better message for you to internalize.”

With that, she found herself actually gliding the chair back and forth, starting and finishing the story. Bailey yawned and gave a clap at the end, looking up at Wednesday, squeezing her hands open and shut.

Enid gave an amused chuckle from the doorway, shaking a bottle. “It’s right here, sweet girl.” Bailey kicked her little feet and reached her hands for it. Enid gave her the bottle and she held it with one hand, using the other to twirl at her own, light-brown hair as her eyes instinctively went half shut, but turned back to the book. Wednesday tried to hand her over, but Enid winked. “I think you’ve got this. Look, she’s relaxing on you!”

“I don’t like this,” Wednesday grumbled, but didn’t fight it too hard, not wanting to make the baby choke. In general, she wasn’t about to be the good Samaritan to help somebody experiencing that in public, as it seemed like a solid natural consequence, but she didn’t want to be the reason that Enid lost her babysitting gig. (She stubbornly refused to always allow Wednesday to pay for things and insisted on odd jobs around town to make her own money.)

“You’re doing great,” Enid promised, kneeling at her side, putting a hand on Wednesday’s knee. “It’s good to challenge yourself to do things that make you uncomfortable.”

She flickered her gaze down to the hand on her knee, wishing it were elsewhere on her body… “Give me another book,” She demanded as the baby was practically guzzling her bedtime bottle.

With two more selections (far better choices for her interest level of reading aloud to an infant – though she swore, if she ever ended up coming again, she’d bring some proper literature), Wednesday closed the third story up and looked at Enid, who was looking at her with…

…fondness? Desire? She couldn’t quite read the emotion. As the baby finished, Wednesday passed her over to Enid, where she curled instinctively into her neck, holding onto her shoulder with a contented sigh. Watching the sight herself for a long moment, she started to feel a strange discomfort and took the empty bottle, excusing herself as Enid started to pat her back and rock her to sleep.

With simple deduction in the kitchen that the bottle required to be hand-washed, Wednesday completed the task, then found Enid’s phone on counter. Unlocking it and logging into her own account for a food delivery application, she placed an order for a local favorite that was still open at the evening hour, and wrote threatening instructions not to knock or ring the bell. If that baby woke once it was placed in the crib, so help her…

It was hardly ten minutes later that Enid stepped out of the room with a little monitor in her hand, placing it on the end table that had little rubber bumpers on the corners, giving a stretch and a yawn before looking at the stiff-sitting Wednesday fondly.

“Hey,” She greeted, plopping herself down on the loveseat, turning right into her.

“Howdy,” Wednesday spoke in reply. “Is the small gremlin asleep?”

Rolling her eyes again, Enid put a hand on Wednesday’s cheek, turning it towards her to press a long, sweet kiss on her lips. “She’s out. Thanks to your help. I appreciate it.”

“I have been told I have a soothing reading voice,” Wednesday spoke of herself, squaring her shoulders a little bit. “I would still prefer to have been at the steakhouse and then stargazing in the cemetery with you, though.”

“I know,” Enid wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry. I’d usually say no to a same day request – but nana in the E.R. is a pretty valid reason. Imagine poor Bailey stuck there with them all night? She’d have been miserable.”

“You seem to do a good job at keeping her happy. I claim she’s still sticky, though.”

“Wednesday, she’s a baby,” Enid gave a tired chuckle, leaning back on the couch, intertwining their hands. “Thank you for being willing to even come over. I thought you might give me the silent treatment tonight.”

“I considered it,” She said honestly. “But…with time fleeting from us so quickly these days, only a month left until graduation – it seems prudent to spend as much time together as we possibly can, even if it includes minors.”

“Hopefully it’s a one-time thing. I told Bailey’s mama when I got here, I think that emergencies-pending, I’m tapping out for the rest of the year. There’s way too much fun left to be had and I don’t want to regret missing out for cash.”

“As I have repeatedly insisted, it is unnecessary. But I understand the desire to be productive and contribute to capitalism in your own way. I do hope you told her, she’s not allowed to have any emergencies next weekend.”

Giving almost a purr of a sound, Enid traced Wednesday’s jaw. “Not when I’ve convinced you to be my date to the Dark Prom.”

“As if I’d let you go alone,” Wednesday let out a little breath through her nose. “I’ve ordered dinner, so we can still have a touch of our date tonight as well.”

“Thank you,” Enid said quietly, kissing her again. “Hey…while we wait for that…let’s chat, since the topic is indirectly here, anyway.”

At the sound of sincere need for a challenging conversation, Wednesday’s defenses immediately went up. “Or I could pull you onto my lap and have you put your tongue in my mouth.”

“Well, I’m going to do that, anyway,” Enid giggled, straddling her to prove the point, giving her a long kiss. Thinking she was off the hook, Wednesday went to slide her hands along her back, just above her hot-pink pants, when Enid caught them and brought them together near her chest, pushing a kiss to her fingers. “We should talk.”

“We should keep doing that.”

“I’m serious,” Enid said quietly. “Look, I love you, so much. But – you’ve been very clever and used incredible evasive tactics each time we’ve tried to have a chat on any sort of serious front like the one that we really need to.”

Feeling trapped, Wednesday’s heartrate doubled in speed and she had to exercise every molecule of self-restraint she had not to shove her girlfriend to escape the situation. “I know, you’re not afraid of anything, but the future…it’s nerve wracking to think about. And, unfortunately – it’s really only a month away. I love you. I know that I love you, and I know that you love me, too. But we do need to start talking about what we want in life beyond just that we love each other. For your mom and dad, it was so easy – as they graduated Nevermore, they just ran off on trips and quests and got married and had more fun than they knew what to do with. We already know that our lives are going to be different than that. So…I just want to talk about that, a little bit – before we makeout anymore, okay?”

“Enid…” Wednesday tried to avoid her gaze. “I didn’t come over her to make things difficult, I thought since you would put the baby to sleep by seven-thirty, we could just spend time together-”

“We are. We will. But…Wednesday – do you want to have babies with me someday?”

Feeling like the springs in the couch cushions had just given out, popped her off and through the roof – Wednesday knew the color drained right out of her face, her eyes glazed over and when no words could form in her throat –

“Hey, hey…” Enid put her hands on her cheeks, snapping her awareness back. She pushed a sweet kiss to Wednesday’s lips and tilted her head. “Stay with me. I think that I’ve got my answer.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Wednesday responded with far more hostility than she needed to.

“Okay, okay…” Enid lifted her hands up in defense and sighed. “I’m sorry. That was so not a good way to lay that out there. But I’ve been trying to ask you more direct questions for months and you always avoid them, Wednesday. It’s frustrating! I want to plan for the future, and I want a future with you. I just want to know what that means.”

Wednesday swallowed thickly, trying not to feel overwhelmed and guilty. Her pulse was throbbing in her ears, her palms were sweaty –

“I told my mother that I would never be like her. I would never be a housewife, or a mother.”

There was a flicker on Enid’s face. Barely there, but obvious to the girl who knew her the most, who knew her the best, who loved her more than she’d ever thought possible.

“I mean, we’d be working, no doubt,” Enid said through a bubble of barely concealed emotion. “I can’t see you ever just wanting to sit about at home, and even if you were, you’d be writing or composing music or solving contracted murder cases, for sure…”

Cutting off her ramble as guilt was the next emotion that she started to experience, Wednesday hated how her harsh could snap out Enid’s light so quickly, even when she tried to hide it. “I…didn’t mean…Enid, when you just throw these things at me, I’m bound not to have an eloquent speech planned.”

“Well,” Enid shrugged, biting her lip. “We’ve talked about being married. That it might be possible for us. Just know – I’m open to having a family with you. Whether that’s us and a disembodied hand and a one-eyed cat, or us and a little…human-person, you know, I’m open to it. Just so you know.”

Getting a little lost in her comment, Wednesday popped a questioning brow. “Why would the cat only have one eye?”

Enid recoiled a little. “You seriously think you’d have a normal pet? Be real, Wednesday. The one-eyed cat would be a sign that he’s a street fighter. That’s way more your style than a cuddly, perfect Persian.”  

Wanting to acknowledge the other part of Enid’s sentence, she found words locked in her throat again. She gave a shrug and balled her hands into fists at either side of Enid’s ankles on the couch.

“We know we have the next four years together, so like – this isn’t a convo that has to happen right now, I guess. I’ve just…read, that the longer a couple takes to talk about their wants and desires for the future, the more challenging it is if those things are different from one another. I don’t want things to be challenging with you. I love you. And I want to know – your wants, so that…I can prepare myself for making them happen.”

She leaned forward and initiated a kiss and Wednesday immediately felt her heart rate drop. After letting it go on long enough that her hair was a little messy in the back from Wednesday’s wandering hands, Enid pulled away with a wink, wanting to check the baby monitor. “Oh, she’s out. I had her outside until just before she needed dinner. The fresh air always does that.”

Just as Wednesday was about to try and tug her in for more affection, an alert on Enid’s phone indicated that the food had arrived. She deactivated and reset the alarm after securing it in her hands. “It’s no steak, but carne asada will totally do instead of whatever frozen post-partum diet food Bailey’s mama has in the freezer. Ick.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “A mother feeling pressure to return to her pre-pregnancy size is such a horrific societal pressure that needs to be popped.”

Enid brought them plates and forks, giving an approving sigh. “I know, right? Like – you just grew a whole-ass human! Give yourself a minute, mama – you just performed a miracle, and you should appreciate your body.”

Biting back a comment befitting her father of appreciating Enid’s body, Wednesday thanked her for the dinnerware and served them, listening to Enid blather about how excited she was for the following weekend and all the songs she hoped the DJ would play, singing a few dramatically to remind Wednesday of how they went (as if she could forget the earworms).

After taking care of the dishes and putting the leftovers in the fridge, Wednesday knelt in front of Enid as she flipped through a streaming app, knowing it would be some time before she landed on something for them to watch.

When she put her hands on Enid’s knees, the same way that Enid had done when she was rocking the baby, Wednesday locked eyes on hers. Enid dropped the remote. “You okay?” She asked in a serious, worried way, rubbing her shoulder.

Nodding, Wednesday let out a breath through her nose and shrugged. “I’m open…to whatever feels right for us.”

Enid lowered her hand from her shoulder to take Wednesday’s both in hers. “You don’t have to say that just because I said it first,” She promised. “I meant it as in, there’s no pressure, like - one way or the other. I’m serious. I just want a life with you.”

“What if we found a two eyed cat…and a one-eyed child at the same time?”

Blinking, Enid smirked. “I’m not sure what circumstances would lead to that, but of course. I don’t care how many eyes a kid has. If it feels like they’re part of our family, of course they should join it!”

Wednesday gave a curt nod, finding the words that had been locked away. “I don’t know that I’d ever want to carry a child. Physically, I mean – in utero. It seems like a distressing invasion of my personal space that I’m not sure I would ever recover from, and not due to societal standards of looking a certain, outward way afterwards.”

Enid’s eyes grew a watery sheen to them. “Of course, Wednesday. We’d never put you through something that made you uncomfortable that way. I’m, ugh,” She groaned. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by practically forcing you to hold baby Bailey earlier. That was wrong, I’m s-”

“That was an okay sort of discomfort,” Wednesday promised. She’d very much survived that moment. “It’s good to prove to myself that I can be gentle sometimes. But…maybe – if we don’t happen upon any orphans with limb differences who need space in our home, and you feel that you would like to carry a child and technology advances in such a way that it is possible for them to share our genetic makeup and we have space and have open hearts and we decide it’s what’s best for us and our family in our situation -”

Enid cut off her near-breathless ramble with a very sweet kiss. “I love you. I love this. Keeping our hearts open. That’s all I wanted to know, Wednesday.” She beamed at her. “You did a great job with Bailey, tonight.”

“You’re the natural. I would likely have a large learning curve.”

Enid raised a brow. “I’m not so sure. I think if it was a child of your own, not one already on a firm schedule and routine, you’d be quite instinctive. What aren’t you good at Wednesday?”

“Engaging in conversations and expressing my feelings,” She muttered as she proved that very point that night.

“Well, it’s not your strength, but both are totally mine, so – that’s where you lean on me, because I’m your partner, who loves you. And,” She kissed her again. “I appreciate you, coming out here tonight, just to spend this time with me like we’d planned. And having this tough talk. I love you. Come put your butt on this couch so I can sit on you and kiss you again.”

Not needing to be told twice, Wednesday took that direction very well, enjoying about twenty minutes of heated kisses, heavy petting and almost a little bit more when a fussing sound came from the monitor.

Enid groaned as she pulled away. “Right now, my heart is so not open to this,” She giggled.

Wednesday smirked, following her, having an idea as they moved to the nursery. Bailey was crying, mostly asleep, but wanting…something.

“I’ll change her real quick,” Enid whispered, nodding, “That bedtime bottle will run right through a baby.”

As Bailey whined and grumbled when Enid made to lay her back down in the crib, letting out a loud cry that made Wednesday wince, she shook her head, reaching her arms out. “I’ll talk to her.”

With an amused smirk, Enid passed her over and Wednesday sat back in the gliding chair, holding her awkwardly in front of her, explaining to the baby, who stopped, staring at her with exhausted eyes, “You’re fine. You’re safe. You’re warm. You’re full. You’re dry. You have everything you need, except about ten more hours of sleep. So, I’m going to rock you, and in five minutes, I’m putting you back in the crib, and you’re going to sleep. Do you understand?”

It was as if the baby said ‘yes’ when she gave a coo, reaching forward. Wednesday gave a curt nod. “That’s the rule. Five minutes of rocking, then back to bed.”

With the firm expectation set, she brought Bailey up to her shoulder the way she’d seen Enid do earlier. She snuggled right in, surprisingly – and thankfully – she wasn’t overtly sticky or snotty, as Enid had wiped her face pretty well after changing her. Gliding back and forth and patting her back, Wednesday thought that perhaps – if she had a beautifully haunting Russian composition playing softly in the background, it would help her stay asleep – adding that to her mental toolbox of notes in case the situation ever arose for her to develop a routine with a baby…

As she expected, once she’d put her foot down with the rule, Bailey knocked out on her shoulder. Enid whispered and motioned for how to transfer her into the crib, and as she did so, onto her back, Wednesday almost smiled at their tag-team success.

Back in the hallway, Enid winked and gave her a kiss. “You are a natural, Wednesday. You just do things in your own way. Now come here,” She gripped her collar, making Wednesday flush. “I’m about to have my own way with you.”

#wednesday 2022 #fanfic #oneshot #wenclair #author hates babies #thank you for the prompt this was so easy to write I did half of it on my prep period today lol #also fuck llama llama so hard #he's banned in my classroom as is Pete the damn Cat and Skippy Jon Jones #layla's >5k challenge

[writerswho]

Enid as Pubert's ballet teacher. Weems as Wednesday's parole officer. Wednesday doesn't know the cute ballet girl is her brother's teacher, and Enid doesn't know the punk girl is her mother's favourite troublemaker.

Inspired by this fanart.

#netflix wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair prompts #wenclair prompt #wenclair

[lord-of-the-muses]

Enid, Sit Down Right Now!

Pairings: Wednesday Addams X Enid Sinclair

Warnings: Smut, Masochism, Sadism, Dom/Sub, NSFW 18+ (Minors don't interact)

Wednesday and Enid were in the middle of a heated argument, their voices growing louder and more frantic with each passing moment. Wednesday had always been the leader, the one in control of their group of friends. But Enid, who had recently discovered her werewolf heritage, was struggling to come to terms with her new powers.

"You don't understand!" Enid shouted, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. "I can't control myself when I transform, I can't remember anything that happens. I need your help, Wednesday!"

Wednesday's expression softened as she looked at her best friend. She knew that Enid was going through a difficult time, and she wanted to be there for her. "Okay," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "I'll help you. But you have to trust me."

Enid nodded, tears streaming down her face. She knew that she could trust Wednesday, and she was grateful for her support. But she was unaware that Wednesday was teaching her tricks during her transformations as Enid always forgets what happened the night before.

Wednesday took Enid by the hand and led her out into the woods. It was a full moon, and Enid could feel the pull of the transformation deep within her. Wednesday instructed her on certain tricks, showing her how to control her wolf, but Enid doesn't remember anything the next day.

As the days passed by, Wednesday's patience grew thin. One day, during another argument, Wednesday had enough. She told "Enid, Sit down right now.",

and without thinking, Enid sat immediately. Enid was shocked on why her body involuntarily obeyed Wednesday's command and she blushes

Wednesday, noticing Enid's confusion, couldn't help but flirt with her in a sarcastic manner "Well, well, well, it looks like all my training is paying off, Enid."

Enid felt her cheeks growing warmer and she didn't know what to say. She was confused and she didn't understand why she was feeling this way. As they walked back home, Enid turned to Wednesday and asked, "Why did I obey you? I don't understand."

Wednesday smiled and replied, "Because we are a team, Enid. We trust each other and that's all that matters. And I trust that you will always have my back."

Enid still felt confused, but she knew that she could trust Wednesday. She felt safe and protected. She didn't know how she felt about Wednesday's flirting but she can't deny the fact that she was excited for what's to come.

Wednesday and Enid's argument continued to escalate, their voices growing louder and more frantic with each passing moment. Enid was growing increasingly frustrated with Wednesday's condescending attitude and her constant sarcasm. Wednesday, on the other hand, couldn't help but flirt with Enid in a sarcastic manner.

"Oh, come on Enid, don't be mad.” Wednesday said with a smirk on her face.

Enid's eyes grew wide with anger and she shouted, "I do not! I'm tired of your attitude and your constant flirting!"

Wednesday was taken aback by Enid's outburst. She had never seen her best friend so angry before. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you mon faon," she said, trying to placate Enid.

But Enid was not to be pacified. She was determined to stand up for herself and to show Wednesday that she was not going to be pushed around. "No, you're not sorry. You're just trying to manipulate me and control me like you always do," Enid retorted.

Wednesday was taken aback by Enid's words, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. But then she came up with a plan. She leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Okay, fine. Prove to me that you're not under my control."

Enid's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Wednesday smirked again. "Roll-over."

Enid's mind was racing. She wanted to prove to Wednesday that she was not under her control. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of longing and desire for her best friend. Without hesitation, she rolled over on the ground.

Wednesday was pleased with Enid's obedience and she couldn't help but let out a laugh. Enid was furious. "You think this is funny?" she shouted. "I can't believe you're using this as an excuse to flirt with me."

Wednesday quickly composed herself and replied, "I'm sorry Enid. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just trying to show you that you have control over yourself."

Enid was still mad but she knew that Wednesday meant well. She knew that deep down, Wednesday only wanted to help her and make her feel better. Enid couldn't help but feel attracted to Wednesday's assertiveness and her ability to control her. She didn't understand it but she knew that she wanted to explore it further.

The next day, as Enid was sitting alone in the woods, she remembered something. It was a memory of a night when Wednesday had been training her to obey her commands. She remembered the feeling of Wednesday's hand on her shoulder, the way she had looked into her eyes and commanded her to sit.

Enid was confused, she couldn't understand why she remembered that night, or why she had obeyed Wednesday's command without hesitation yesterday while they were arguing. She knew that she was attracted to Wednesday's assertiveness and her ability to control her. She didn't understand it but she knew that she wanted to explore it further.

As she walked back home, Enid saw Wednesday sitting on the porch, staring at the sky. She approached her and said, "Wednesday, I remember something from one of the nights when you trained me...."

Wednesday turned to Enid and smirked slightly. "I'm glad you remember," she replied. "I want you to know that I only want to help you and make you feel better."

Enid felt her heart skip a beat. She realized that she had developed feelings for Wednesday, and she couldn't ignore them anymore. She was in love with her best friend.

As they sat together in the woods, Wednesday couldn't help but flirt with Enid a bit more,"Enid, you know that love is not always easy, it's not always a fairytale, and I specially don’t believe it unless the person I court enjoys obeying my orders, loves getting tortured as a pulchritudinous fool.”

Enid's cheeks grew red as she listened to Wednesday's words. She couldn't deny the fact that she was melting under Wednesday's gaze. She didn't know what Wednesday's feelings were, but she knew that she was falling hard for her.

Wednesday noticed Enid's reaction and felt a sense of satisfaction. She enjoyed seeing Enid blush and she loved the way Enid looked at her. It was definitely better than how Tyler or Xavier looked at her, but Enid made her heart feel like it was sick, covered with petrol and was caught in an uncontrollable forest fire, But she didn't confess her feelings, instead, she continued to just nod and listen to enid blabbering after their fight.

Enid and Wednesday were out in the woods, enjoying each other's company as they always did. They were sitting on a fallen tree, looking up at the sky, enjoying the silence and the peacefulness of the woods.

Enid couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and desire for Wednesday. She remembered the nights when Wednesday had been training her to obey her commands and the way she had looked at her with those piercing eyes. She knew that Wednesday was a domineering person, but it was one of the things that attracted her to her.

But something that she remembered her was how Wednesday commanded her to bite her while she was still in her wolf form, and when she did, how wednesday moaned amorously when enid tasted her blood. This exact memory shocked and scared Enid but she secretly loved how wednesday moaned that night...

As Enid's cheeks grew red, Wednesday noticed and she couldn't help but smirk. She knew that Enid was thinking about the past nights, and she enjoyed seeing her blush.

"You know, Enid, you're so unappealing when you blush like that," Wednesday said with a smirk.

Enid's cheeks grew even redder as she heard Wednesday's words. She knew that Wednesday was teasing her, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and longing. She wanted to be with Wednesday, and she knew that she was falling hard for her.

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wenclair au where Enid and Wednesday never met at Nevermore (and werewolf shenanigans ensue)

Wednesday and Pugsley have been homeschooled their whole lives, so will be Pubert. The Addams take their children's education very seriously and they don't trust the american education system to be challenging enough for them, so they supply their kids with the best tutors and resources their fortune can buy

When Enid is 16, Esther kicks her out of the pack because she hadn't wolfed out and refused to go to the camps. Murray doesn't stop her, but he secretly sends money to Enid, so she gets to stay at Nevermore and graduate

The blood moon doesn't happen until much later, when Enid has already graduated. This will be important

Enid is 18 (or older, only thing that matters it's that she graduated from Nevermore) and packless. All she has is the money her father deposited in a secret account for her and a few friends (Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Divina and Eugene).

Wednesday is 18 (or older, same age as Enid) and she spends her time writing, practicing on her cello and helping on the education of her brothers. Her goal is to get her books publish by her own merit

(maybe she could also get witch education from her mother/grandmother)

Enid finally wolfs out and in a blood moon!!! Blood moon werewolves are not held by the moon cycles like other wolves. They still feel the need to turn on full moons, but is more of an itch/need to blow off some steam/energy. They can turn by whim

This is a good thing, right?

WRONG! Blood moon werewolves don't need the moon because of their mates, the mate is what connects their human and wolf sides together

But Enid doesn't have a mate. So she gets stuck. In her wolf form. Until she gets her mate. The mate she doesn't know/have :/

The thing is that a blood moon werewolf will find their mate no matter what or where. So she starts running and running and running

Enid has no say in this (can't even warn her friends about it), she's at the mercy of her wolf who only wants to find, protect and serve her mate

She ends up at the Addams Mansion and the Addams Family (in a very Addams Family fashion) let her stay without questioning (not like they could ask anything anyway, she can't really answer)

They're overjoyed to have a werewolf around, even if they don't get to properly meet her in her human form. Wednesday starts to investigate why the new addition to the family won't turn back

That's how Wednesday gets a wolf who follows her around like a puppy and caters to her every whim

(her parents totally know what’s going on, but they stay silent, only watching it all unfold)

And this goes on for a while because finding her mate is not enough, Wednesday needs to: want to be her mate, accept that they're mates and consciously make the decision to be Enid's mate

Only when all of that happens, Enid can finally be human again and properly meet her mate and the family that were much kinder to her than anyone has ever been

(she can also finally date, hug, kiss and mark Wednesday as her mate)

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Day nine of posting wenclair brainrot and hoping more people tag me with their cool fanfics :)

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Heyy! Could you do something where Enid was being ignored by someone and she starts crying, but Wednesday comforts her? Thanksss!

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When Enid lands in San Francisco for winter break, she has to give herself a pep talk in the bathroom mirror. Her hair is still dyed, her nails are chipped, her face is—well. She ruffles her hair, trying to make it fall in a way that would make the scratches less obvious.

Point is there are a hundred and one points Mom will probably immediately grab to nag her with.

So, all she has to do is make sure she doesn’t get a chance.

“Okay,” she says, staring herself down. “Okay, you can do this, it’s easy, it’s easy. All you have to do is—”

The door opens, a woman walks in and Enid immediately starts looking into her purse, waiting for her to leave. Enid takes her phone out, a message from her dad that reads, Here at the arrival gate!

The woman leaves, giving her a look. Enid smiles at her awkwardly. God, what a bitch.

She turns back to the mirror, her eyes immediately falling to the scratches and fuck, if she can’t look herself in the eye—

“All you have to do is tell her.” She makes a face and winces at the pain that lances up her cheek. “Yeah, just tell her. Fuck.”

She hugs Dad tight when she gets to the gate, who moves a hand through her hair fondly. He doesn’t comment on her wounds, though his eyes do burn silver for a moment. She doesn’t know if she’s relieved or angry at him for not asking.

(He’s never asked, never spoken up. Enid pretends every time it doesn’t hurt.)

Turns out, there is something worse than not wolfing out: wolfing out wrong.

At the end of it all, Mom spits out, “If you want to live you’ll be gone by morning.” Her eyes are golden and her claws are out. Her brothers are watching her with horror, Adam standing protectively in front of the twins. It hurts in a way Enid doesn’t think she’ll ever recover from. “No child of mine is a lycanthrope!”

Just before she flees, she sees her Dad’s fearful face. She thinks it’s one that’ll never leave her.

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Legend has it that the very first infected were Blood-Wolves. Bitten by Lycanthropes, a type of shapeshifting hound demon, blood-wolves were a by-product of wolf blood mixing with demon venom. They are said to have been used in the war against Cattails by the Lycanthropes. After the war, when a truce had been reached, they were cast onto the Material Plane as part of the concession made by the hound demons.

They intermingled with humans, who welcomed them into their midst, unaware and unheeding of the danger they presented. They never shifted during a full moon. Most of their children, however, did. Those who didn’t—

Well. Their first transformation at blood moon was an eye-opener. They tore apart houses with their bare hands, sank their fangs into babies and feasted on the flesh of their own species. At the end of their spree of destruction, they were decried as made of witch blood and dead moon, to be hunted to their own extinction. The last known blood-wolf descendant died in 1709, killed by Manon Rose, who later went on to create the ritual that would prevent blood-wolves from ever evolving again. Not much more is known about them other than their origins and their actions.

Nevermore’s library feels a little too silent, all of a sudden. Enid closes the book. Yoko looks up from hers. “You found it?”

“Yeah.”

“Not good, huh?”

“Nope,” Enid says, and bursts into tears. Fuck, fuck, she needs to stop doing this. She presses her palms to her eyes. Fuck. She’s not—she’s not a blood-wolf. Distantly, she feels Yoko hug her. None of it makes any sense. She’s not suddenly having the urge to eat babies or whatever. In fact, if anything, she’s even more controlled of her senses now. She remembers her transformation vividly, remembers Wednesday vividly, remembers fighting the Hyde and worrying and worrying and worrying if she was okay, if she was safe, if she was alive. All that mattered then was to eliminate at least one threat to Wednesday, the biggest threat to all of them and not once did she feel like, oh, where are the babies?

Fuck.

She sniffs once, twice, and waves Yoko off, “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

Yoko raises her eyebrows and drawls, “And I’m a normie. Listen, let’s search for answers tomorrow, okay? You’ve been here two nights in a row.”

Enid starts to refuse but Yoko continues, “Do you really want Wednesday to search for you again?”

Enid rolls her eyes and gets up, as if the memory of it doesn’t send a shot of warmth through her. She always likes it when Wednesday shows that she cares. A little too much at times, bordering on not-platonic, but Enid’s not ready to look at what that means, yet.

When she enters her dorm, she’s greeted with the sight of Wednesday on her typewriter. She stops when Enid enters and turns to her to say, “Good, you’re here. I was just about to send Thing after you.”

“Let him rest, I just did his nails today.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes. “You shouldn’t encourage his vanity.”

“And you shouldn’t threaten him so much. It gives him wrinkles.”

Thing taps on the table. All my wrinkles are because of her. Wednesday rolls her eyes again but lets it go. “Did you find anything?” she asks instead.

Enid sucks in a breath and walks towards her, irrationally aware of when she crosses their duct tape line once was. She extends the book out to her, and Wednesday takes and cracks it open. Enid plops down on her bed with a sigh, her hair fanning out behind her. Wednesday’s sheets are so soft. Maybe she should ask for it as a Christmas present.

She blinks tears out of her eyes.

“Well, this just turned interesting.”

“What?” Enid says, sitting up. Wednesday hasn’t looked up from the book. Thing sits on her shoulder.

“If I remember correctly, she married Maximus Addams. It is said that most Addamses thought that she’d end up killing Maximus.”

“Did she?”

“Oh yes, but Maximus took her with him. They loved each other a lot.”

“If you love someone, why would you kill them?”

“You’ll find, Enid, that most Addams’ love follows a similar vein.”

Like you and Tyler, Enid thinks suddenly, and sits up. “I’m going to shower.”

Wednesday waves her off, engrossed in the book.

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She hadn’t expected the behavior to continue—to spread like it has around the pseudo packs in Nevermore Stupid of her, really. She’s a gossip queen, she of all people should know how rumors were easy to spread and easier to believe.  They’ve taken to ignoring her, going out of their way to show her that they’re ignoring her. People she was good friends with, people she helped, now look at her with disdain or step away from her as if she’s a plague. Some outright bully her. In the following week she finds herself crying so much that she’s perpetually dehydrated, and hating herself so damn much for being such an easy crier.

It’s the middle of the week when the incident happens. Morgan Todd, a fucking jerk, turns up in the quad with boils all over his face and hacking up blood at an alarming rate. He’d sneered in Enid’s face on Monday, gone so far as to pull wolfsbane on her. It was a weaker strain, admittedly, but it served to make them all realise that Enid was really fucking sensitive to it. She’d had to spend the night in the Med Bay, and Enid now knows who’s responsible for this. She’d known as soon as it happened and she’s so fucking angry— 

She confronts Wednesday at night.

“Why did you do that?” she asks immediately.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do!” Her throat feels tight again. She runs a hand through her hair, pulls. A tear or two slip out. “I can’t—Wednesday, I really really can’t do this. I told you not to retaliate.”

“Enid,” Wednesday says, weirdly careful. She steps towards her, hands extended. “Enid, it’s alright.”

“It’s not! Don’t you understand what you’ve just done?! You’ve given them a reason now! They’ll think I did it, they’ll think that—”

“Enid, no one will think anything because Morgan knows exactly who did that to him.”

She stops short. “What?”

Wednesday takes her hands and holds them tight. Her hands are deathly cold. “I couldn’t not do it. He had to learn—they all had to.”

“Learn what?” Enid asks, dazed.

Wednesday blinks and the action throws Enid off-kilter. She suddenly looks hesitant, almost, but her grip on Enid’s hands is sure. “That they can’t get away with it. Not unharmed.”

There’s a sudden clarity that’s rising in Enid, a sudden surety that that was not what Wednesday had wanted to say.

“Because you’ll come for them.”

“Because I’d raise hell for you.”

Enid swallows. She feels like they’re on the brink of something. Falling, maybe. “Why?” she asks, hushed.

“I told you, didn’t I? The mark you’ve left on me is indelible, Enid Sinclair.”

Enid steps closer. Wednesday’s eyes don’t have pupils. She’s never been close enough to notice, before. “Why?” she asks again.

Wednesday closes her eyes. “Because I didn’t know I was cold until you warmed me.”

Enid kisses her.

It’s a short kiss, a simple press of their lips. Their hands are still linked. When they separate, Wednesday chases her back and kisses her again, barely letting her suck in a breath. It’s still simple; achingly sweet and tender in a way she’s never thought to associate with Wednesday. She likes it.

She likes it a lot.

She wants to do this forever.

“Come to the Manor with me,” Wednesday says. Enid doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing. “Let me help you figure it out.”

“Okay,” Enid says. “Yes.”

Wednesday kisses her again, like she can’t help herself. “Good.”

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Wenclair AU where during the break Wednesday’s dedicated to finding a way to unlock the full potential of her powers now that Goody is gone and during her research finds an old book within the family library that details how to use her abilities to become the harbringer of evil or some other nefarious position of unlimited power.

The trials it lists are complicated, illegal and borderline impossible to complete for anyone outside the Addams family but Wednesday being Wednesday she’s like ‘bet’ and starts ticking things off the list.

But for the ritual to be completed Wednesday needs a “Queen” to be by her side so as not to go mad with power, which she agrees is reasonable as she would like to be at least 30 before she starts losing her mind. The only problem is the only girl she trusts that isn’t related to her is Enid (she doesn’t think about the fact that the books probably outdated and misogynistic and therefore assumes she’s a straight man) but again, unlimited power, and if she has to be married she could do a lot worse than Enid. So after the break, with all the other steps completed, she goes back to Nevermore and starts courting Enid to be her future Queen.

Only she doesn’t tell Enid that’s what she’s doing and why she’s courting her. And in a repulsive turn of events Wednesday starts developing *gag* actual feelings that have her wanting Enid to be her Queen not for power but because she wants Enid to be hers.

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