#thanks to wenclair tag

[electricwalkman]

Wednesday got too much of Gomez in her

[sebyplays2]

so its settle then… the ship name is BARKER! with an average of 57.6%!

[atotalpitch]

Anna Kendrick talking (briefly) about Beca's relationship with the Bellas was NOT on my 2024 bingo card. in fact, i'm actually physically shaking. what the hell.

[theunicornastronaut]

Nah, I'm kicking my feet, giggling, and blushing. The wenclair fandom is too sweet. Love being a fandom and a ship with minimal negativity and genuinely kind people. You don't get that everywhere and I'm glad it's stayed so positive almost two years since the show's release.

[lokidoctorpugs-wenclair-brainrot]

I have officially signed up for Ao3, don't worry I'll still update here, but to see it all as one continuous story for things like The Addams God Au, Were Cat Wednesday Au, and The She-Ra Au, along with anything else I may create, but no matter what happens nothing will change until 1 week and 2 days from now.

(Also thank y'all for all the support my life has been kinda shit recently and all the funny gay people here give me lots of serotonin LOL)

[je-re-mii]

walking, walking. . .

"watch your step Enid."

---i couldn't resist drawing them. did not think these two would be the mark of my first post. down bad. xxx

[sharpen-your-hatchet]

Old Wounds - Wenclair fanfic, chapter 25

Description: Now aged 22, Wednesday Addams is an up-and-coming author. Her time at Nevermore is well behind her, and she is alone, and that suits her just fine...But when a 'new' neighbour shows up in her apartment building, she'll truly be tested on whether her "bad habit" of caring truly has been broken. (Hint: It hasn't.) ��

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Mature (Fic is fully SFW up to Chapter 20)

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The afternoon turns to evening with a slowness Wednesday can only describe as torturous.

Not in a fun way, unfortunately.

Following her mother’s mention of marriage, the conversation divulged further into her mother’s hopes for Wednesday and Enid’s future. Suffice to say, Wednesday quickly excused herself from the conversation and returned to her room. This is where she finds herself now, still ruminating over the words exchanged.

It is a fortuitous thing that her Mother thinks so highly of her relationship with Enid. Wednesday knows many people would find their pairing odd, or unfitting, and frankly she could not give less of a shit about that...but if her mother did not approve? Well. That is less easy to brush off. Impossible, perhaps.

But the mention of marriage? Now this has thrown Wednesday for a loop. Which – considering her general demeanour – is quite a feat.

Wednesday is sitting at a vanity table across from her bed. She watches Enid as she sleeps, and wonders what the future holds for them. Wednesday never expected to get to this point so she has never thought to humour the idea of anything more. Her future was always so clearly laid out before her prior to this; prior to Enid’s return. So, It is both somewhat imposing and slightly frustrating to feel an uncertainty about what is awaiting her.

As always, Wednesday hates not knowing.

Truthfully, it seems it is not the initial suggestion of marriage at all that causes Wednesday’s mental stumble. No, it is not the idea that getting married in the future is upsetting, which frankly, any precious iteration of herself would have balked at immediately. What it seems to be; what causes Wednesday to feel at odds is the casual nature in which it is mentioned. It is the way her mother brings it up, nonplussed and simple, that causes Wednesday this pause.

Because it’s clearly just so simple, right?

However, Wednesday is not someone who dates, or has dated historically to be more accurate. This is not a wheelhouse in which she is familiar, and it has been a particular source of frustration over the last...well, few months, technically – two weeks officially, of course.

It has been an uphill battle of learning, and adapting, and figuring out how these things work. Wednesday knows there are milestones in dating, sure, but what is the timeline for it? When should they happen? Should some of them happened already that haven’t yet?!

Wednesday can barely hold Enid’s hand in public yet; has to treat their affections like a closely held secret… So how does it seem fair to throw the idea of marriage into the mix when the days are so early?

Of course, there is progress behind closed doors; in the private intimate moments no one sees...those moments are what Wednesday lives for; what brings her confidence, when she gets to release the grating awkwardness of public affectations and show Enid how she feels without the prying eyes of strangers who do not deserve to bare witness anyway. Even so, Wednesday is yet to crest the hill of many things regarding private intimacy – with frankly little idea of how long it will take her to tackle the next steps.

Wednesday scowls at herself now, and at her own rapidly snowballing thoughts. It is ridiculous and unrelenting. She knows it is best to jump off this train of thought before she runs herself into a pit of misery… but, unfortunately for her, her mother’s words have a way of sticking around.

And now, as she considers the future, Wednesday’s mind also runs to the past. What she and Enid have now is all they have to show for six years. Two years at nevermore, growing and caring – only for Wednesday to disappear; isolate herself, regress. Add on four years, a fateful meeting and now it is all being turned around again. It is a lot of time… and there is still so far to go.

Wednesday has only ever cared about going at her own pace; never caring about the speed of those around her, nor if they think she should change her own… but now, as she sits watching, waiting for Enid to awaken, she is struck with a concern that maybe it is taking her too long – or has taken her too long. Enid has waited so far but can that last? Could Enid really desire more years of patience?

As someone often impatient in her own pursuits, Wednesday feels an increasing frustration at how time blind she has been. She is like a fish trying to climb a tree. Evolution is coming for her slowly, but she’s still not quite there and there is no telling how much time it will take.

So, coming full circle, how can Wednesday even marginally consider marriage and an endless future with Enid – even if she wants it – when she is so painfully aware of the investment it will take to reach so many milestones before it?

Ugh. This is exhausting.

Wednesday continues watching Enid. She silently seethes at this idea so unceremoniously planted in her head by her mother. It is uncouth and unfair, and making her act strangely, for certain...

And that still isn’t fully analysing the fact that the marriage suggestion itself doesn’t make her skin crawl.

Wednesday is unwilling to explore that particular thought further. She’s had enough of thinking as it is.

She stands from the chair and stiffly shuffles over to the free side of the bed. She carefully climbs atop the sheets, hugging her knees to her chest, and looks down to Enid asleep aside her. Enid stirs, eliciting a mumble of noise.

“Wends?” Enid slurs. Her voice is thick with sleep, barely conscious. “Is that you?”

“No, it’s an axe murderer,” Wednesday replies bluntly.

Enid makes a noise halfway between a smirk and a tired grumble. She rolls over to face Wednesday, nuzzling her face into the pillow. Her eyes remain closed but the gentle twitch of her eyelids indicates she is – in fact – stirring from her sleep. Perhaps she has been for a while.

“Axe murderer wouldn’t say that,” Enid mumbles indignantly with a yawn. She pulls one of her arms from under the sheets, and blindly reaches out, padding her hand across Wednesday’s side. “Mmm, not murderer. Girlfriend.”

Wednesday feels the electric tension in her body settle slightly at Enid’s conduit touch.

“I can be your girlfriend and an axe murderer.”

Enid blinks her eyes open. Staring blearily up at Wednesday, she then squints, as if analysing what she sees. “You prefer knives.”

Wednesday quirks an eyebrow.

“An astute observation.”

Enid smiles gently, humouring Wednesday’s reply. She stretches out, then shuffles so she’s angled upwards in the bed, lightly drooping against Wednesday’s side. Enid’s body is warm; soft – and this warmth bleeds into Wednesday’s cold flesh, prodding Wednesday away from her icy, distant disposition.

“Promise you won’t go all Ghostface, though?” Enid asks.

Wednesday makes an unamused noise..

“Please, the Ghostface killers in those movies are all amateurs. My murders wouldn’t be so predictable.”

“I fully believe you.” Enid replies, yawning again.

The light banter is an effective temporary mood lifter. Wednesday is not dragged entirely away from her focus has been laying, but she is able to find momentary peace from Enid’s soft and gentle awakening… But even so; even with Enid’s distracting, Wednesday cannot meet her gaze. Her eyes remain firmly staring out into the room, or at the bed sheets. Enid does not notice… or at least, she does not notice immediately.

It’s only after a few more exchanges; once the conversation dies down and Wednesday cannot keep up the facade, and Enid is fully awake, that she begins to realise.

Wednesday sees Enid’s brows furrow in thought. It’s out the corner of her eye, but it’s unmistakable. When worried concern knits into Enid’s expression it is like a sunshine at a funeral – which is to say, it is seems out of place; wrong, in many senses of the word. It’s also hard to miss. Wednesday knows Enid’s brain is ticking away at what may have transpired in the last few hours whilst she slept.

Wednesday says nothing. She simply waits for the question.

“...What did your mom say to you?” Enid enquires.

And, just like that. Nail on the head.

Wednesday turns her head to Enid. She lightly grinds her jaw, hesitant in finding the words. Wednesday does not want to find them, perhaps… This kind of emotional intimacy has always been the least tasteful in Wednesday’s mind. It is one thing to grow and accept love in it’s various intimate forms – but to spell out your concerns and doubts in full earnest? It makes Wednesday’s stomach feel like a chasm. It is one of the things she detests most.

But… she can see the sincerity in Enid’s expression; feel the warmth that emanates from all that she is. It’s just Enid. Her Enid, and she wants to help.

And like Wednesday told her mother - Enid makes emotions feel safe.

So...perhaps she just has to try.

“Yes. My mother and I talked.” Wednesday says flatly after a moment. It is a slow start, but one nonetheless. “She mentioned something rather… prematurely.”

Wednesday then sighs – at herself, mostly. This already feels like pulling teeth, and not in a fun way. “And I may have had a negative reaction to what she spoke of.” She adds.

Enid frowns thoughtfully.

“She must’ve said something totally awful, then?”

Wednesday shakes her head slightly. The concerning feeling in her stomach seems to only grow further as she carefully considers her next words, her discomfort growing akin to vines wrapping their way around her internal organs and squeezing out their usual tenacity.

“In truth, I believe most people would find what she said quite delightful…”

There’s a pause. Wednesday’s eyes dare to flick upwards and meet Enid’s for a brief second. She expects to find a measure of reluctance strike at Enid’s deep questioning gaze, but what Wednesday sees from Enid is in fact a loving concern, and what hits her instead is a sheepish desire for this to be easier.

Maybe one day it will be.

“...But as you are aware, I am not like most people.” Wednesday continues, her voice stilted.

“You’re not,” Enid agrees, smiling softly. “But that’s what I love about you.”

Enid brings one of her hands to Wednesday’s own. She does not squeeze it as she normally would, but just lets it rest, giving Wednesday control to pull away if she wishes. Enid smiles then, gentle and encouraging.

Wednesday looks at Enid’s hand. She takes in a heavy breath. Something about Enid’s touch; her smile, her intentional yet quiet way of encouraging is something Wednesday will always be undone by. So few can command things from Wednesday with so little, whilst also seeming unobtrusive. This emboldening zeal of Enid’s fights against Wednesday’s displeasure for sharing and it perhaps does not win outright, but it certainly gives Wednesday a push to keep going.

“My mother… She mentioned marriage.”

Enid splutters out a cough.

“I’m sorry- She- What?!”

“Marriage, Enid. She sees it in our future.” Wednesday reiterates. She’s then quiet for a minute, steeling herself. Her heart beats loudly in her ears. “And then… Well it is not without saying that our journey has been particularly strange. I find myself concerning over things I have yet to encounter and it, perhaps, occurred to me that…” Wednesday’s voice trails off, stuck for the final words.

Enid looks at her patiently.

And god, how Wednesday is jarred by the empathy she is offered every time. Perhaps it is no surprise she finds herself concerned about diminishing returns when every compassionate moment still finds a way to shock her.

“It occurred to me that… You have been incredibly patient in a world where most people grow weary of me quickly. For good reason. However, no one is endlessly patient and I thought that maybe-”

“-I would get tired of waiting?” Enid asks, finishing the statement so Wednesday does not have to.

It is a small mercy amongst the many Enid already offers.

Wednesday sighs.

“...Yes.”

Enid’s smile saddens slightly, but she does not seem overly upset at the admission. She shuffles a little, so she can face Wednesday more directly, offering a gaze so tender that Wednesday cannot help but be lost in it once she finally dares to look back up.

“Hey,” Enid coos. “It’s okay. Everyone gets a little anxious about relationships sometimes especially when parents start saying shit… But Wends, I’m not planning on going anywhere. The marriage thing is uh, something we can put on ice though. Little early for that.”

Enid lets out an awkward half-laugh on the marriage comment. It seems to discomfort her too slightly, which makes Wednesday feel a little better about her own feelings towards it.

Wednesday nods slowly, taking heed of Enid’s words. Her immediate anguish seems tamed by them, at the very least. Undoubtedly though, there is still a grumble of angst that lurks in Wednesday’s bones, but this is perhaps simply her cross to bare as she wades into the tepid waters of expressing her feelings. It is still distasteful...but as of now, there is only evidence that Enid can and will respond in kind.

Wednesday shifts the hand that Enid’s is covering, fidgeting slightly until their fingers intertwine. She stares at their hands then, tracing the patterns of Enid’s nail polish with her eyes.

“How do I prevent this doubt, then?” Wednesday asks quietly, an edge of frustration laced in her words. “Doubt is illogical to me. It is not something I generally have, let alone share.”

Enid offers an empathetic look.

“Well...ya kinda don’t? You just have to trust.”

“Trust?”

“Yeah, trust that I love you, and that you love me… and that we’ll, y’know, stick together.”

Wednesday glances back to Enid. She takes pause to consider it.

“I see... That does make sense.”

And truthfully, it does. How strangely simple it seems in hindsight.

“Plus, we’ll definitely try to keep your mom away from any more marriage comments. Even I am totally weirded out by that.” Enid adds, making a silly grossed-out expression.

She’s perking up now, trying to bring the mood to somewhere less dire. Wednesday would often prefer to wallow in her darkness, but admittedly, she is quietly grateful for this. This particular subject is one she would rather lay to rest in the deepest grave imaginable.

Though, considering that sentiment, perhaps this drab mood will be a little more difficult to shift.

“That would be preferable,” Wednesday replies flatly. “This has been exhausting.”

Enid rests her head gently against Wednesday’s shoulder. She lets out a lengthy exhale.

“It’s sure been a day, hasn’t it, dear?”

Wednesday feels a sudden small flutter in her heart at the new pet name… And,okay, she should definitely not be so easily dragged from her misery, but dammit - there is something so validating about hearing such a phrase from Enid’s own lips. Particularly after what has just passed... Maybe these grumbling doubts will take some wicked grip on her again another day, but for now, Wednesday thinks her malcontent sufficiently diffused.

“There is still a ways to go. There is dinner, and evening entertainment.” Wednesday reminds.

Enid rubs at her eyes.

“You’re right... Guess we better go face it together, huh?”

With that, Enid throws the sheets off herself and clambers from the bed. She scuttles over to her bag, picking up her tights and skirt from earlier that she had evidently replaced with sweatpants for her nap. She changes in a matter of seconds, giving a little twirl as she finishes, before taking a few steps back over to the bed. Enid then extends her hand towards Wednesday.

“C’mon,” She hums.

Wednesday climbs off the bed. Taking Enid’s hand in her own, Wednesday takes strength from the familiar static tingle that she finds in Enid’s touch. Things are not perfect, but they’re okay… more important, they are okay. She and Enid, that is.

Wednesday looks at Enid.

“Before we go…”

Enid looks back at Wednesday with a puzzled smile.

“I love you, Enid.”

Enid practically glows. Her face breaks out into a wide, adoring grin.

“I love you too, Wends.”

And then, they trail out of the room, ready to face whatever the rest of the night throws their way.

[unjust-dust]

get to know me (me)

I was tagged by the wonderful @wheresmulder - thank you I have a lot of fun doing these things!!!

three ships: AAAA! Off the top of my head? Wenclair, Wayhaught and Lumity

first ever ship: This took me a hot minute to think about, but Doctor Who came out when I was 5 so I remember being really passionate about Ten and Rose being happy. The song Doomsday KILLED ME.

last song: Male Fantasy by Billie Eilish. I'm on a massive Billie Eilish kick right now.

last movie: The Fallout (2021) - I'm also on a Jenna Ortega kick as well. This has somehow become my comfort movie??? Don't look into that 😅.

currently reading: I'll be nice (oversharing) and actually tell you what book and fanfiction I'm currently reading. Book: Wild and Wicked Things by Francesca May, this book is so so good it's like magic in the 1920s but it's prohibited. It's set in Britain AND it's queer so 10/10 would recommend. Fanfiction: Home and Away by @boojangs. My god. It is the SLOWEST slow burn I have ever read, usually I don't have the patience for them, but all of the delays in communication make fucking sense for once so for once I've stuck with it. It's a Wenclair pairing (surprise surprise!) and the rating is Teens and Up Audiences.

currently consuming: Absolutely nothing. I've just woke up. But last night I had a Domino's pizza which was *chef's kiss*

currently craving: Pancakes. My sister left me a pancake kit for babysitting her dog so I'm trying to motivate myself to get up and make them.

tag 9 people to do the thing: @discoerysimum @dratiniwasbluebefore @schrodingers-redfish @siren-is-not-a-rat @kinda-gay-ish @cheesecurdlingscream @fictionalized-lesbian @existentialvoidofexistence @infinxtlyfinite

[jennaaswife]

*Sigh* Wednesday is trending again, which means that the kiddos out there are gonna start drama again. Please just stop; this is one of the reason why the show was called cringe a year ago and people left the fandom.

1- You have the right to ship Wyler et Wavier. This is your opinion, your preference and I respect it. So why, mainly Wavier shippers, are suddenly back at attacking Wenclair shippers for no reason at all on Tumblr, Twitter and basically every single social media? What are you, 12? Is this hard to respect people's opinions???

2- Stop shipping Jenna and Emma. I'm almost certain this is the reason why we can't tag Emma on Instagram anymore. Ever since the Chappell Roan videos got out, a lot of people have made weird comments saying that they kissed or that they were on a date. Just stop. Stop shipping real people, or do it but silently. All of this is making them very uncomfortable and it's just direspectful to assume things like that. We just got them back, don't make Jenna delete Instagram again and make Emma disappear from it once again.

This just needed to be said. Just be respectful, it's not that fucking hard, goddamit. And when I mean respectful, I mean towards the fans AND the actors. Don't make Wednesday cringe again. Stop being kids and attacking other fans for absolutely no reason because you can't accept the fact that they don't ship your ship. And stop using the fucking Wenclair hashtag to say trash about them, this is getting annoying.

This is also addressed to, like me, Wenclair shippers. You should respect Wyler and Wavier shippers as well; don't give the bad example. Everyone is free to ship the characters they want, and this without any drama or violence. Just be kind to each others, it's not that hard.

Thank you for reading this. If you disagree, then just shut the fuck up because I don't have time to lose arguing with immature people on social media. I'm writing this as a reminder to respect Jenna and Emma and the fans, that's all. Y'all seriously needed a reminder.

Also, don't make Tumblr toxic. I already left Instagram and Twitter because people in here are the most toxic ever, I always loved Tumblr because people were nice, but for a week mad Wavier shippers started posting and insulting which is extremely annoying. Oh, and I also had to turn off my anonymous asks because I got very weird questions from probably bots. Don't make this app bad too, it's basically the only good one left with Pinterest.

I suppose that's all. Goodnight. And don't fucking come at me for saying this, because everything I said in here is true and I am just trying to remind people to be nice, not cause any more drama. If you say something mean here, you will be blocked immediately because, as I said, I don't have time to lose arguing with kids who can't respect an opinion.

Goodnight 🤍☮️

[barblaz-arts]

You should make a masterpost of all your art! I just think it'd be a good idea because you have so many great pieces. (ive been scrolling wenclair for hours now :] )

Thank you! And im happy you think so, but like you said i have soooo many fanarts. That'd take ages for me to do. I only did a master post for my Wenclair AUs so that people could see the chronological events easily, and that alone took at least an hour. I don't really have the time nor energy to be doin any more than that 😅 yall can just go ahead and use the tags to filter out specific posts you want

[aphroditesmoon]

Hey love I seen your request opened and I was wondering could I request a wenclair x reader where the reader is welcome into their relationship romantically and unfortunately the get hurt by one of the students at nevermore and they are being overprotective I really just wants some fluff and a small bit of Wednesday and enid getting mad if you don’t mind please have a great day and don’t forget to drink some water❤️❤️❤️

Oh could you tag me also when you make it thx💛

dove

wenclair x harpy!reader (poly)

warnings: gender neutral terms for reader, bullying, physical assault, (do not read if theme is triggering)

a/n: I hope this is to your liking lovie<3 @hadespleasesteponmyneck

°°°

There were many times you'd lay awake wishing you were different, a more subtle species. It wasn't a surprise normies had treated you badly since you were a kid, most outcasts can pretend to be normies to fit in.

But you could be spotted even in a mile away as an outcast with your big flappy wings attached to your arms, and your long talon nails.

You thanked god daily he hadn't gave you a beak at this point.

Arriving at Nevermore gave you bigger hopes then any other schools has before, a chance to finally fit in, to have friends amongst people who understood what it was like to be different.

What you didn't expect was to be made a joke for being an outcast, amongst outcasts.

It wasn't all bad, you'd tell yourself daily.

You were warmly welcomed by the infamous Enid Sinclair and her not so welcoming girlfriend,

You avoided them at first, keeping to yourself and the comfort of the library most of your time. Your roommate Yoko is rarely in your shared dorm, often sleeping in her girlfriend's dorm instead.

But Enid had took matters in her own hands, refusing to let you be alone. As much as you pretend not to care much about it, you were grateful for her and Wednesday. It was the first time you felt wanted.

"So, [name.]" Enid starts, waking by your side with her arm linked with yours. "Have you decided who your date to the Rave'n will be?" She asks, wiggling her brows at you.

You feel your face turns red before shaking your head. "Decide? I'll be lucky if someone even asks me."

Her grin slowly drops at your word and you see her turn her head at Wednesday. The two having an unspoken conversation with eachother.

You raise your eyebrows at them in question and Enid turns back to you. "Maybe you should go with us!" She suggests.

You turn silent in suprise. "Oh? oh-I mean I couldn't-"

"[Name], if you're worried you'd be third wheeling, I assure you that it won't be happening, our affections with eachother are as equal as is to you-" Enid curses and glares at her girlfriend, throwing both hands up in frustration.

"Wha- I- I'm not following.." You look at them in confusion before Enid sighs loudly.

"I thought you said we can tell them together!" She scolds Wednesday, who only shrugs. "Both of you were taking too long."

"Tell me what?" You ask again, this time finally getting their attention.

They turn to you and Enid takes a deep breath before she attempts to speak, being cut off by Wednesday again.

"We would like to invite you into our romantic relationship -"

"Jesus Wednesday-" "You take too long-"

"Invite you to our rela- What is this an interview?"

"Oh you'd rather I ask for their Snapchat then like you did to me-"

You take in her words as they argue.

"You want to be with me?" You try, your voice slowing down their banter as they both look back at you and Enid replies before anyone can interrupt her again. "Yes. Yes we do."

Why? was the first thing that came to mind.

Not realizing you've spoken the question out loud, You were met with a frown from the blond.

"What do you mean why? Because you're amazing, [name]. Look- You seriously can't tell that we've been pulling our asses off to get you to notice us?"

Wednesday snorts and interjects, "You've been pulling your ass off, I've already had their attention-" "Wednesday." Enid sighs, earning a rare smirk from the raven haired.

Your mind was swirling with all this new information. Unable to give any answer, you simply run away without looking back, hearing Enid call after you.

°°°

Your room was no longer your own. And it was a big discomfort to find your space intruded by not even your roommate, but someone who didn't even belong in your dorm.

"What the hell are you doing with my stuff?!" Your eyes widen at the sight of your small nest of blankets all over the room.

"Proving everyone that you're a freak.", There were three of them, and by their looks you knew they were fairies.

And despite harpies often being described as mythical monsters, it's the pointy eared creatures that have devils in them.

"Look at this shit, what is this, your nest? I told you, They're basically just a giant bird-"

"I'm not-"

Your trinkets and rock collection's were being thrown and smashed on walls. You scream and shove the red haired girl againts the wall, your talons scratching through her arms.

"You bird bitch." She snapped bitterly.

"They used their claws on me! Did you guys see that? You guys saw that right?" They all agreed againts you

She was stronger than you thought, or perhaps you weren't as strong as you wanted to be. She pushed you back and your back fell on the floor. Her two friends gripped your hands and held you from moving, you wings flapping againts the floor.

You struggle to against them as the red haired punched you in the face. It was a weak blow but a punch nonetheless .

"You're nothing but a monster, thorough, and thorough." She seethes at your face.

"Not so scary now though are you?"

°°°

The sounds of knocking on your door was muffled by your pillow againts your face.

When the banging fists became louder you pull away and manage to shout at the uninvited visitor to leave you alone.

Silence swallowed your room once more.

Burying your face back in the pillow, you continue your hour long breakdown.

You don't hear the door open at first, but when Enid's fast footsteps reach closer, you flinch and pull back to look behind you.

You couldn't tell what emotions coated their expressions, but what you did know that you're more embarrassed than upset now.

It was bad enough that everyone saw you as a freak, you didn't want the only two people you liked to see you like this.

You had no chance to come up with a story as Wednesday crosses the gap between the tow of you, her hands instantly holding up your face to her, eyes inspection the bruise.

"Who did this to you." She demanded. Her monotonous voice laced with a subtle but noticable anger.

You shook your head and started crying again before you could help it.

Enid wordlessly pulled you in her chest.

You were taken aback by the comfort of her warmth, you can't remember the last time you were held by anyone.

Still sobbing in her arms, Wednesday pulled your chin towards her and asked again, "I need names, dove."

"I-she didn't tell me-" Enid interjects your stuttering. "It's that fairy girl, Aliyah." You looked at her confused.

"It's the wolf scent thing, this room reeks of her fake dior." She explains,

Wednesday wordlessly walks to the door and Enid's arms release you as she runs to her.

"Wednesday no. We need to tell Weems about this, nothing more-"

"Nothing more? She assaulted [name]. You think whatever lame punishment Weems give them will make them stop? No. The stupid elf and whoever involved needs to know this will be the last time they even look at them."

Enid stared at her, mouth agape and then sighed.

"Fairy, not elf." She mumbled and shakes her head.

"Imbecile, is the right term. I won't have either of you in trouble with me. So you stay here and be there for them in ways I can't. I'll handle that wretched mushroom eater." Was the last words she speaks before slamming the door on Enid's face.

Enid groans and looks back at you, confused and sniffing. "She's not going to...kill her, is she?" You asks worriedly.

She walks towards you and crawls in the bed to your side, pulling you back to her. "She's not a murderer, but I can't say she doesn't have a penchant for inflicting pain."

[caitlynskitten]

Childhood Wenclair AU: Halloween Edition

For Halloween the girls decide to dress as each other. Enid wears a raven costume while Wednesday wears a werewolf costume.

The girls are excited and waiting downstairs for Morticia so they can go out trick or treating. They play for a bit, playing tag and make believe when finally a beautiful tall Witch walks downstairs.

Wednesday: Ugh, finally mother.

Enid: OH EM GEE MRS. ADDAMS YOU LOOK AMAZING!

Morticia: Awww why thank you, Enid. You also look adorable! You two look so cute. Come on let me take another picture!

Wednesday: Ugh, mother!

Enid hugs Wednesday tightly and presses her face against hers.

Morticia takes the picture and just can’t get over their adorable costumes!

Wednesday: May we go now?

Morticia: Yes! Of course. Let’s go get some candy, girls.

The girls are excited and run out the room. Morticia slowly follows. She knows they’ll be okay with each other.

Six houses down, the girls eventually made friends along the way and they go trick or treating together with Morticia following behind. The small Raven and Werewolf are happy to find other trick or treaters

Enid: Ooh what did you get?!

Bianca: I got a lot of KitKats and licorice!

Divina: Ohhh I wanna trade! I have a lot of candy corn I don’t want!

Wednesday: I’ll split the candies with all of you. I’m not a candy girl.

Enid: What about you? What did you get?!

Yoko: *sighs*

Yoko: I got a rock.

[yellowloid]

ten people i'd like to get to know better

i was tagged by @uhbasicallyjustmilex @arcticshadowturtles @rearviewghost - thank you so much!! 💖

last song: girl, so confusing - charli xcx feat. lorde

favourite colour: purple and black 💜🖤 all shades of purple are just my favourite but especially lilac which i made my whole personality ever since i was like 13

last book: currently reading normal people by sally rooney, i'm really enjoying it so far! can't wait to catch up with the tv show, i've heard very positive reviews of it + i love daisy edgar jones' and paul mescal's on-screen chemistry, plus i miss ireland sm and the book is continuously feeding my dublin blues </3

last movie: i honestly can't remember bc i don't watch that many movies (i'm more of a tv show girlie) but it was probably visconti's 'death in venice' after reading the short novel - thomas mann is one of my favourite authors and the movie perfectly captured the languidly eerie atmosphere of the book

last tv show: tim burton's wednesday! i purposely avoided it back when it came out bc everyone was talking about it and you know how it goes, the more people talk about smth the less i feel the desire to watch it lmao. but then last month i was in the mood for smth with a spooky autumn vibe that was also kinda light, so i decided to give it a chance and it was a really nice surprise! i wasn't expecting to like it so much but i found it really entertaining, i loved jenna ortega's portrayal of wednesday and i also found her and enid so cute (GOD i hope they make wenclair canon in s2 it'd be so good)

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury all the way, but after that then also a sweet treat

relationship status: blessedly single and also the dating scene is so atrocious i'd rather put my hand in a blender than open tinder ever again

last thing i googled: t.s. eliot's poem 'the naming of cats' because i remembered i had it saved somewhere but couldn't find it so i just looked it up - it's so silly i love it

current obsessions:

am/tlsp as always - i  finished writing a very long chapter of my wip the other day and even tho it was very angsty i'm so happy i finally finished it because i'd been bogged down in a slump for quite some time and i'm just so glad i managed to pull myself out of it. just a couple of chapters left and then the fic will be completely written :')

taylor swift as always - last couple of days i've been losing my mind over her new surprise songs outfits specifically. i see. i see it all so clearly

garrett and andrew (my favourite youtubers along with dan and phil): i LOVED the new spooky video and ugh every single one of their videos has the power to become a comfort video to me

bungo stray dogs and soukoku in particular - i watched the anime for the first time back at the start of 2020, then i rewatched it around this time last year and i'm afraid ever since then it's been living in my mind rent free, especially these two chaotic bitter exes </3 i'm on volume 18 of the manga but i need to catch up asap!!

looking forward to: having dinner with my friends on saturday night, the new bsd chapter at the start of november, christmas time, planning another trip with the girls <3 also having a break (isn't going to happen soon unfortunately) and getting some quality SLEEP i'm so tired

tagging: @alexturner @mrschwartz @reconciledviolence729 @hesterias @partynthem @depressedraisin @glorious-blackout @1llusionmachine and anyone who wants to do it 🫶

[hislittleraincloud]

dude can you just stop using the wenclair tag? like its annoying seeing these kind of posts. some of us are just here to see the fun dynamics, other’s interpretation, arts etc. and i get that you’re against it or whatever, so maybe like leave these tags alone? stop abusing the tags if you don’t like it

The last anon I just answered didn't even have the Wenclair tag even though the anon mentioned it. But thanks for reminding me to go back and remedy that. 🥹

Look, I get it, you don't read anything that goes against your little echo chamber, so you missed what I fucking said in the next to last one that WAS tagged Wenclair:

It's not my fault that you can't stand criticism of the novel or the ship within the constraints of the novel and fandom. I had never had a problem with any Wenclair fanon until y'all creamed yourselves over this novelization. I read it (slowly, for me, so I could catalog each instance of fuckery with canon in my brain that I could), and that is what I have a problem with.

I've always supported Wednesday and Enid the same way M&G support it, since accepting and building friendship was what Morticia had stated in the beginning in the limo she'd hoped for her daughter/what Wednesday had stated she was extremely resistant to throughout ("I like being an island...a well fortified one surrounded by sharks."). Seems like no one cares to comprehend how wild a jump from a strict antisocial loner who hates people to Spanish-spewing yandere "Willa" in the span of four weeks actually is, and that's how fanon can be*...only now Mejia's injected 100% fanon [see the defiling of "Woe What a Night" for the worst of it] into the canon that millions of people around the world saw and y'all are calling it canon (when it is not, despite being published through the studio). In my last real fandom I participated in there was a screenplay "tie up" in lieu of a fourth season published by Showtime and written by Neil Jordan himself that was roundly rejected by fans as canon because it was so out of character for our main characters from what we had seen for three seasons. Same goes for the Jack Thorne's Cursed Child nonsense in Potter (even Potter actors have called it fan fiction).

TLDR: It's not abusing a tag if the tag is relevant to the post's discussion. Grow some skin and learn how to deal ("cope" like you kids love to say) with reasonable criticisms.

[boojangs]

hey boo just so you know. You were a topic on Twitter today and Friday and I have been tasked with letting you know that you are the best wenclair author! people love your fanfictions and drop everything when you post a new chapter! Sending you lots of love ❤️ from the Twitter Wenclair community that is not on Tumblr.

A TOPIC? 😭 I don't know what that means, but that sounds nice!! I have a Twitter that I never use, unless I'm checking the wenclair tag or checking on the girls.

Thank you so much, that means so much to me!! I love spreading a little joy and maybe some angst, thank you for telling me. BEST? Unreal. 🥺😭

[fanficonly]

Wenclair- "I get paid in favours" -Part 2?

As requested a part 2 to the one-shot. I can't believe how many people enjoyed this lil fic and as a little thank you I thought a part 2 was definitely necessary, might continue on with a few more scenarios they find themselves in but I don't know yet

@paroovian @thatonefurry @paintato @allow-me-to-ruin-that-for-you thought I should tag y'all so you don't miss it... Thanks for your interest

P.S keep in mind the general consensus is that the sequel is never as good as the original

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Enid paced back and forth in her dorm room at a rapid speed, fiddling with her hands and occasionally biting at her nails nervously. It was 6:45pm and she had spent the entire day anxiously awaiting 8'O'clock. After agreeing to see Wednesday for her needs, she had used the rest of her time to carelessly consider other options, some of which included running off into the abyss that is Nevermore woods never to return. Others that allowed her to see Wednesday without forcing herself to surpress her urges.

As the full moon approached Enid could feel the wolf inside her, screaming and clawing its way to the surface. And with less than 24 hours to go she grew more impatient and frustrated by the second.

She had been told about a werewolf's uncontrollable nature when going into heat and considering Enid had never had a sexual experience before she knew the feeling would not go away unless she had help. "Medical help" She mumbled to herself over and over and over again. All she needed was suppressants to get her through the full moon so she could continue on in her daily life.

But as the light tick... tick... tick of her wall clock invading her ears, it only seemed to grow louder and louder with each shudder of the hands.

Tick... Tick!... TICK. The noise was incredibly irritating and with Enid's emotions all over the place she couldn't seem to tune anything out.

Complete sensory overload.

She unwillingly found herself bounding towards the noisy device,claws where her hands used to be, and slashing at it aggressively. As she watched the clock fall and break into pieces she growled loudly and began to breath heavy.

This feeling was too intense. Everything in her body began to burn. Images of Wednesday flooding her vision, while she panted in and out, clenching and unclenching her fists restlessly.

The whisper of Wednesday's words ...."Let's see if your bark is worse than your bite" tempted the Werewolf like the last pull of a smokers cigarette before they decided to quit. "Urghhhhh" she groaned to herself and as she closed her eyes slowly a picture of Wednesday lay where darkness should have been. When she opened her eyes her vision was glazed, her panic had not subsided and eventually she completely blacked out...

...

Enids vision was unfocused and blurry but she noticed she was no longer in her dorm. In fact she was stood outside a different door, arm raised and poised, ready to knock. When she blinked hard to remove the inhibiting fog she finally became aware of her surroundings.

Here she was, standing right outside Wednesday's door, unable to recall how she had got there. She tracked her eyes towards her hand which was in the middle of de-tranforming.

"Oh God" she whispered to herself. Had she really let her wolf control her like that? Enid hadn't even remembered how she made it to this door, but evidently her impulses were in full control at the time.

Clearly, she wanted to be here but this was absolutely terrifying for Enid. Even now she still felt a deep desire to do some incredibly explicit things to the next person she saw, which was a new and undisciplined feeling to her.

But before the wolf could scold herself for being so crass the door flew open, startling Enid out of her dazed state.

And there she stood, Wednesday Addams in all her glory, standing stoic and proper at the door looking at the blonde with a twinge of confusion in her eyes.

Enid noticed immediately the small surgical knife, dripping with goo, in Wednesday's gloved hand and she couldn't help but imagine all the morbid things she had been doing before Enid had arrived.

"I'm-" she started to explain

"Early." Wednesday finished for her. "You're early" she quirked an eyebrow up.

"No I don't even know how I -" she attempted to explain it all away but her curiosity got the better of her and she cut herself off to ask "is that a knife in your hand, what were you doing?" She furrowed her brow in confusion unable to tear her eyes away from the blade in Wednesday's hand. She knew it wasn't for her but it still seemed oddly threatening in her possession.

"It is acceptable. Early means eager and I tend to spar well with an unpredictable opponent" she commended Enid, lightly excited for what was to come, however you wouldn't be able to tell by the look on her face.

"Opponent?" Enid zoned in on that word, imagining herself in a duel with Wednesday to the death.

"My apologies." Wednesday spoke "I meant customers" she stepped back opening the door wider and gesturing for Enid to enter.

"Thanks" Enid mumbled growing more anxious by the second. She walked in stroking at her upper arm as if to hug herself for protection. The feeling settled when she heard Wednesday's voice and immediately turned to embarrassment.

"An hour is a little too eager maybe?" Wednesday's eyes followed Enid's as she walked past her, as if drilling into her head to excavate all her deepest darkest thoughts.

"No no I didn't- I don't even know how I ended up here!" The werewolf stammered out flustered by how desperate she may have looked. She turned to the darker haired girl and held her hands up in defense.

"Fascinating." Wednesday admired the blonde before removing her latex gloves and placing them in her trash can. Enid just scanned the room with curious eyes, clasping her hands together for comfort.

"What were you doing?" Enid continued to search the room and was mortified to see what she could only describe as the graphic murder of a frog, as her eyes landed on Wednesday's desk... Or more accurately her Autopsy Table.

"It's for science" she explained "Also I do so enjoy a fresh corpse for an all revealing autopsy" Wednesday spoke plainly with a twinge of sinister pleasure escaping her tone.

"You're like totally sadistic Wednesday" the blonde squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to erase the image from her mind before turning away from the crime scene and back to Wednesday's ever-staring eyes.

"Can't argue with that" Wednesday shrugged, not at all fazed by her reaction.

"Umm so ..." Enid rocked back and forth on her heels nervously, waiting for Wednesday to take charge of the exchange.

"Give me a moment to cleanse myself" she said and of course Enid didn't argue. She moved across to the table and removed the items from out in the open, without waiting for an answer.

"Okay" was all Enid said as Wednesday then removed herself from the room, heading for the bathroom. She just breathed deeply to calm the inferno that was currently coursing through her body.

After calming herself, Enid took the opportunity to walk quietly around Wednesdays room, picking up trinkets to examine them and running her hands along the walls that were covered in a collage of strange images. Her body still felt unsettled as she forced her impulses down into a deep dark hole somewhere in her mind but the exploration on Wednesday's room was a nice little distraction for her.

She was startled by a voice very VERY close behind her say "You are a rather invasive Little wolf aren't you?" Enid jumped and let out a small squeak. Wednesdays chin was practically perched on her shoulder with how close she had gotten without Enid being able to realise. 'So much for super human wolf senses' she thought to herself before turning around to meet Wednesday's accusing gaze.

"Sorry I was just ..." Enid smiled innocently moving backwards inadvertently hitting a wall "Curious" she spoke after a thud could be heard from her heels hitting the wood.

"So was I at one point in my life" Wednesday smirked "But then I reached the conclusion that I know exactly what and who I desired" Enid was a bit frazzled by this point. Was that.... Did she just? ... Wednesday Addams seemed to enjoy speaking in riddles or at least sentences that could be left up to different interpretations and honestly Enid wasn't sure she could decipher these with how clouded her state of mind currently was.

"A-and what's that?" Enid asked feeling a little bit like a cornered Animal, with a hunters gun pointed directly at her.

"See" Wednesday observed "So curious' she scanned Enid's face, ignoring the question. Wednesday noticed the wolf's nervousness and as she was not able to determine whether it was uncomfortable for her or not she stepped back to give her some space to breathe. She was of course hoping to tease Enid but that did not mean she had to be so predatory about it.

Enid sighed. Even she couldn't tell if she feared Wednesday or was attracted to her but after that interaction she just cleared her throat and spoke trying to avoid looking too interested. But Enid could not deny the warmth she felt at the closeness and the twinge of annoyance she felt after it had left.

"Do you have what I need?" She asked timidly. She scaled her eyes across Wednesday's body, her mind betraying her with thoughts of what she would look like writhing underneath her.

"Depends on what you came for?" Wednesday smirked again, as if reading her mind and rather proud of the reaction she had received from Enid. The blonde bit her lip to stop herself from giving in and continued to fight the urge to play into Wednesday's little game.

"The suppressants" she nodded, mostly trying to convince herself to agree that that is what she needed. They stared at each other for a moment, Wednesday giving Enid the chance to re-evaluate all of her options before she finally broke eye contact turning away from her.

"So incredibly dull" Wednesday sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. She had been rather charmed by Enid and was fascinated with werewolves in general so for this opportunity to pass by was a troubling concept for her.

"Hey I told you not to say that" Enid spat out still offended at Wednesday's obvious insult.

"I can say whatever I want" Wednesday folded her arms in protest. She wasn't one to keep her opinions to herself and she sure as hell would not let anyone dictate her free speech... No matter how cute they were.

"No you can't" Enid corrected her, somewhat delighted that the conversation had turned sour. Atleast this way the attraction may subside and she could actually focus on not getting to close and personal to the infamous Wednesday Addams. A journey like that is known to be insanely dangerous and Enid was 100% certain she would not survive.

"Care to waver?" Wednesday challenged. Enid took a moment to process what Wednesday had said. The vocabulary she used was so proper and every word had a somewhat disarming aroma around it. It intrigued Enid.

"Could've just said Bet but I'll bite" Enid rolled her eyes and smiled, feeling unnaturally comfortable in a conversation with Wednesday Addams all of a sudden.

"You promise?" Wednesday spoke quietly but the smug look on her face revealed to Enid that she had heard correctly and she let out a breathy chuckle in response.

"what?" She asked anyway anticipating that Wednesday would repeat herself. Did she realise the effect she was having on Enid or was this all just a game for her amusement. Was this even real? Was Enid actually still dreaming right now? What was happening?

"Nothing" she hummed, momentarily allowing herself to be comfortable.

"Bet!" Enid panicked and slashed her hand imitating one of her favourite memes joyfully, attempting to make light of the suggestive conversation. It was extraordinary what her brain told her to do in these kinds of situations, never fails to surprise even Enid herself.

"Why on earth would you do that?" Wednesday asked, leaning back lightly to avoid being karate chopped by the curious girl.

Enid was on the verge of becoming feral and lecturing the other girl on all things social media.. She debated with herself... It could either be a brilliant distraction or a mind numbing task that would surely push her over the edge so she stayed put for now settling on...

"Its a meme like wanna bet but just bet with like the button and- it's funny Wednesday" Enid raised her voice a bit at the blatant disdain the Addams girl had for anything remotely interesting to a normal teenager.

"Debatable" she said "Frivolous nonsense really" she criticized naturally.

"To you maybe" Enid blurted out defensively.

"It should be to most but we spend an alarming amount of time as a society attached to our phone screens like zombies, scrolling through brainless posts and memes as you say" Wednesday spat mocking the word.

Enid just sighed again. There she was. The cold and distant Wednesday she knew and ... Well she knew... Well kind of knew ... Whatever you get the point. But atleast this would deter Enid from jumping her bones.

"Whatever Wednesday. Can I have the pills or not?" Enid decided to just get on with the transaction. No games. No suggestive undertones. No problems.

"You said 8 O'clock" Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

"I know but surely you have-" Enid suddenly panicked and distressed at the idea of having to wait an entire hour before this feeling went away.

"No I do recall the time being 8 O'Clock" Wednesday rubbed her chin and pursed her lips as if to mimick a philosophers thinking face.

The shameless teasing was starting to get Enid worked up and her eyes glowed as she huffed.

"I need them now!" she growled out her fangs appearing effortlessly as she became unable to control the wolf inside her.

"It is not my fault that you're too punctual" Wednesday remarked, barely flinching at the outburst.

"I'm cutting it a bit close as it is Wednesday!" She began pacing back and forth in a worrisome way. "My whole body feels like it's on fire" Enid admitted, gritting her fangs, while clenching and unclenching her fists in an attempt to settle her wolf.

"Well then some even more unfortunate news for you then" Wednesday started and Enid's face weakened at her dull demeanor "My guy is running late so it's more like a 2 hour wait" she clasped her hands together professionally.

"Typical" the blonde grumbled out, her skin becoming itchy and her face faltering with every breath she took.

"Or opportunistic" Wednesday thought aloud, unclear whether this was deliberate or not Enid looked at her with doubt.

"Do I even wanna know?" She asked but before the Seer could answer Enid had doubled over in pain only looking up to bare her fangs towards Wednesday.

"Enid your fangs are captivating" Wednesday stepped forward daringly raising her hand up to Enid's face. She seemed captivated, smitten absolutely entranced by the sight in front of her.

"Again thanks but umm Wednesday I feel all jittery and nervous and helple-" her words wavered as Wednesday ignored her and grasped Enid's chin with her hand, lifting her chin ever so slightly to examine her features.

"I have that effect on people" she stated, while Enid groaned. Wednesday was well aware that her so-called off putting presence was actually rather appealing to plenty of students at Nevermore. She blamed goth culture for this and put it down to mindless mass adoration.

"It's not you it's the full moon" she let out a breathy laugh, watching Wednesday's eyes scan across her face before meeting her own. Although she had acknowledged that realistically she could be having these thoughts about anyone and the fact that it was Wednesday Addams meant this wasn't exactly true.

"Listen if you would prefer to lie to yourself to make you feel better then that's absolutely fine... But I'm almost 100% certain you're also nervous because of me" Wednesday's lips twitched with the threat of a smile as she looked down at Enid.

"Bit full of yourself aren't you" she attempted to snark at her but her words became drowned in a low growl when she felt another sharp pain in her side.

"Not entirely" Wednesday told her honestly "But..." She moved her hand to stroke up the werewolf's cheek and held it in place. Enid's sharp breath slowed as she steadied her breathing and raised her head to look at the pale girl in front of her.

Wednesday guided Enid upwards and she straightened her body, following Wednesday's eyes and letting the girl guide her into a now standing position. Enid's mouth opened as if she was going to speak yet no words came out. She remained speechless at how rapidly the pain had subsided with nothing but a light touch to her cheek from the captivating woman in front of her.

"Feeling better?" Wednesday asked, although it was obvious she knew the answer.

"What was that? What did you do?" Enid asked, taking into consideration that Wednesday was basically a Witch so who's to say that wasn't just something of a spell.

"Nothing" she spoke, uninterested, removing her pale hand from her warm cheek. It was clear to Wednesday that Enid was in denial so she would be patient and let the blonde come to her own conclusions.

"That wasn't nothing Wednesday the pain just completely disappeared!" Enid was shocked at the own volume of her voice but she couldn't help it, she was absolutely baffled.

"Again I did nothing, no spells, no remedies just good old fashioned healing properties of contact to an animal experiencing touch withdrawal" she explained but Enid still stared at her accusingly "In fact it won't last long you should be experiencing the same discomfort in about 3-2-1 ..."

And of course on cue she kneeled over in agony "Ahhhh" she screamed, followed by a harsh and loud growl as her claws shot out aggressively. "Wednesday what are you doing to me?!" She strained out, pleading up at the Addams Girl.

"Enid... It perplexes me how little you know of your own species" Wednesday scolded her instinctively.

"No I know werewolves have a chance of going into heat before a full moon but Its not suppose to hurt-urhhh- this much is it?" Enid questioned her, while still clutching at her sides.

"Only when denying yourself the touch of someone who is as alluring as I am I'm sure" Wednesday smirked again and Enid bit her tongue to avoid outing herself further.

"You didn't get told about this and you didn't have any surpressants? Do you even have anyone who teaches you these things honestly it's-" Wednesday was about to lecture Enid on her own species, she had had a fascination with werewolves and thier behaviour ever since she was a little terror.

"Fuuuuck ow! Touch me again" Enid groaned out cutting Wednesday off and inching forward. She couldn't help it the pain was unbearable and it wasn't like she wasn't attracted to the Addams girl. In fact the truth was she knew exactly why her wolf had guided her to Wednesday and it sure as hell wasn't for pills.

The words came out much more sexual than she had intended and this was clear when the raven haired girl's eyes went wide before a smirk grew on her face once again.

"Excuse me?" She tilted her head, still unfazed by Enid's pain, although it did disparage her to admit she wasn't enjoying it like she usually would. Torture was a topic Wednesday was an expert in. But when she was not inflicting it herself and the innocent girl in front of her was not only beautiful but didn't deserve it, it was less appealing to her sadistic side. Enid also fell under the rare list of people Wednesday didn't intend to bring any harm to at Nevermore, so she couldn't even enjoy this.

"Touch me!" She growled out harshly, baring her fangs and lunging towards Wednesday with ferocity.

Wednesday moved swiftly to the side, allowing Enid's claws to narrowly miss her face as she reached the side of her. But in one brave move Wednesday caught the werewolf around the waist, spinning them both around and moving her back into her arms.

Enid gasped at the movement, mouth slightly open in shock, her arms still lightly swinging at her sides as her whole body untensed at Wednesday's touch.

"Gladly." Wednesday whispered holding Enid in place.

Enid took sharp, shallow breaths panting as she looked into Wednesday captivating eyes. She only looked away when she felt Wednesday cold fingertips grazing lightly up her forearm. Her thoughts turned primitively crazy but her body completely settled as her eyes followed Wednesday's hand.

"This is such a bad idea" she visibly gulped, but there wasn't a single urge in her mind, body or soul that wanted to remove herself from Wednesday secure grip.

"Exhilarating though isn't it?" Wednesday pulled Enid closer with a light tug and in response she moved her arms up to wrap them soundly around The other girls neck. "Now watch this" she whispered softly against Enid's lips before closing the gap between them with no resistance from the werewolf.

Their lips collided in a passion filled frenzy, Enid's hands travelling around Wednesdays body gripping at her clothes, feral with the other girl's touch and letting her impulses take over.

Wednesday smiled into the kiss, infatuated with the idea of Enid desiring her to the point of self destruction, only pulling back to ask "Are you sure?" Out of respect for the werewolf.

The absence of Wednesday's lips caused Enid to blink out of her amorous state and pant breathlessly. Wednesday stared at her awaiting confirmation of consent.

"Yes I'm sure" she nodded frantically absolutely infatuated with how incredible it felt to finally kiss Wednesday.

"Because I was just teasing-" Wednesday tried to give further information and the opportunity to change her mind.

"Wednesday" Her own name sounded melodious to her ears,coming from Enid's mouth.

"Yes little wolf" she allowed a small reassuring smile to grace her lips.

"Touch me" she connected their lips again, finally allowing herself to fully submit to her animalistic urges with none other than Wednesday Addams. WEDNESDAY FREAKING ADDAMS.

Hope y'all enjoyed 😋 This turned out way longer than expected but I had fun writing it so...