#wentropolus

[therulerofallpotatos]

Ajax regularly ties Wednesday up to have sex because if he doesn't she'll definitely try to release his snakes and get stoned. And she'll do it again.

Ajax has gotten a lot better at knots since dating her.

[psychic-refugee]

Wednesday was an Addams through and through. They had always danced with Death, never showing fear and even laughed in its face.

Anyone with half a brain would then see why she was so intrigued by Ajax.

Gorgons were a fearsome clan of Outcasts, descendant of the gods themselves but Normies and Outcasts convinced themselves that they were harmless or even docile. All it took was a toque and a charming smile, and everyone forgot that with just his stare, Ajax could stone the entirety of Jericho and Nevermore.

While Stone Sight was temporary at first sight, it was deadly at second sight.

Others didn’t see it, but Wednesday did. They saw the goofy, absent-minded, perpetually high flower, but he was a true serpent underneath, deadly if properly provoked.

Wednesday couldn’t help but be that provocation.

Ajax considered himself a chill guy. He never wanted to make waves, and he wanted to get along with everyone.

When Wednesday had first come to Nevermore, he could not deny her dark beauty any more than he could deny that the sun was bright.

But she was the unattainable, the untouchable rose. Her petals were lovely, but her thorns were fatal.

He had tried to date Enid, but with her inability to control her claws and fear of his snakes, intimacy was impossible, and they parted as amicably as they could.

Xavier had his pride and while he liked Wednesday, he was not one to wait forever and had moved on with a vampire who craved his touch as much as she craved his blood.

Never in a million years did he think he’d ever wake one night to Wednesday climbing into his bed holding black silk ribbons.

He had been in a peaceful sleep until he felt a delicious pressure above him. He slowly awoke to Wednesday above him, straddling his waist. Still half asleep and assuming he was dreaming, he instinctively grabbed onto her and pushed her closer, chasing the heavenly feeling.

Her own gasp of pleasure caused him to become fully awake.

Seeing Wednesday above him in nothing but black panties and a matching bra, he still wasn’t convinced he wasn’t dreaming until she dug her blunted nails down his bare chest.

The combination of the light pain and the pleasure of her on top of him rendered him speechless, she smiled coyly, she knew he would like both.

“What’s happening?” he said breathily, unwilling to stop and she rewarded him by squeezing her thighs tighter.

“What do you want to happen?” she leaned over him, nipping at his lips.

“I…oh gods,” he could only say when she sped up and he could feel her wetness through his boxers. “I don’t want you to stop,” which was the only thing he was for sure of in that moment.

He felt her drag the cool, smooth, silk up his chest, she loosely choked his neck and pulled him to her so that they shared a heated kiss.

She tasted of berries and a promise of darkness.

“Do you trust me?” she asked as she broke the kiss and twisted the silk between her hands.

“You? No,” despite what people thought of him, he wasn’t an idiot.

That was the correct answer, as she smiled widely.

“Then, will you obey?” which was a different question altogether.

He looked at her lips and was starving for more. He looked into her eyes and saw an endless abyss.

He wasn’t stupid, but perhaps he shared the same fascination with Death and couldn’t help but dance to her seductive tune.

“Yes,” was all she needed to hear from him.

She wrapped the black silk around his eyes and tied it tightly. He simply thought she was taking away his sight, and he almost mewled in disappointment since he wanted to drink in her loveliness in the moonlight that flooded his room.

But then he felt her pull at his night cap, and he instinctively went to stop her.

“You said you would obey,” she said with a slight warning in her voice, her motions had slowed but not stopped.

He released her hand and had placed his on her hip, desperate for her to go back to the euphoric pace she had set before. He took the hint, he would not stop her again.

“Good boy,” she whispered in his ear, and he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his lips.

Wednesday slid off his cap, releasing the beautiful serpents she thought a crime that he had to hide. The snakes of his hair had hissed in surprise and then slithered to Wednesday. She was charmed by them as they nipped playfully at her fingers.

It heated her blood, the thought of how close she could be to Death. One slip of his blindfold, and one accidental stare into her eyes and she would be no more. She would be frozen in time in a passionate embrace.

It certainly would be an imaginative death.

Ajax lost his virginity to Wednesday that night, obeying her every whim of where to place his hands or where she wanted to leave vivid teeth marks upon his skin.

Some were hurt when she made her claim loud and clear the next day. Some were angry.

Everyone was surprised, but he could not deny that he was hers.

Enid never forgave them, Xavier eventually came around.

Tyler had still been a thorn in her side as well as a stalker. Ajax stoned both of them without remorse.

He smiled when she took a sledgehammer to the two statues for good measure and no small amount of vindictiveness.

There was always the threat of Death between the two of them, neither could resist.  

[hislittleraincloud]

Correction, and perhaps this is my wishful fanon: When Ajax looked over/could feel eyes on him as they waited in their canoes before the beginning of the race, Ajax was hoping it was Wednesday. Then when he saw that it wasn't and Wednesday did finally glance his way, he shook his head at Enid's googly eyes.

This boy liked Wednesday in S1...I know he did.

Wish there were more Wenjaxers out there. The boy only gets awestruck at Wednesday three times in canon (when they first meet; during the Poe Cup when she was running up to capture the Black Cat flag; at the Rave'N, where he was given the "Yo, check it out...Wednesday's totally bustin' out of her cocoon.").

Imagine the real shenanigans if THAT was the triangle.

[therulerofallpotatos]

Ajax/Wednesday has such potential and it makes me soft

[psychic-refugee]

Am I getting into another rare pair ship that I have to row mostly on my own? I think I might...

[psychic-refugee]

Started a Wentropolus Moodboard archive on AO3

Please go and comment on here or AO3 if you want to see more!

[psychic-refugee]

Would it be sacrilege if I thought this gave more of a Wentropolus vibe? Mostly because of the serpent rings, and it's my guilty pleasure pairing.

Wenvier vibes.

[hislittleraincloud]

^^^ Hotness I can fully get behind. 🫠🔥

Wednesday was an Addams through and through. They had always danced with Death, never showing fear and even laughed in its face.

Anyone with half a brain would then see why she was so intrigued by Ajax.

Gorgons were a fearsome clan of Outcasts, descendant of the gods themselves but Normies and Outcasts convinced themselves that they were harmless or even docile. All it took was a toque and a charming smile, and everyone forgot that with just his stare, Ajax could stone the entirety of Jericho and Nevermore.

While Stone Sight was temporary at first sight, it was deadly at second sight.

Others didn’t see it, but Wednesday did. They saw the goofy, absent-minded, perpetually high flower, but he was a true serpent underneath, deadly if properly provoked.

Wednesday couldn’t help but be that provocation.

Ajax considered himself a chill guy. He never wanted to make waves, and he wanted to get along with everyone.

When Wednesday had first come to Nevermore, he could not deny her dark beauty any more than he could deny that the sun was bright.

But she was the unattainable, the untouchable rose. Her petals were lovely, but her thorns were fatal.

He had tried to date Enid, but with her inability to control her claws and fear of his snakes, intimacy was impossible, and they parted as amicably as they could.

Xavier had his pride and while he liked Wednesday, he was not one to wait forever and had moved on with a vampire who craved his touch as much as she craved his blood.

Never in a million years did he think he’d ever wake one night to Wednesday climbing into his bed holding black silk ribbons.

He had been in a peaceful sleep until he felt a delicious pressure above him. He slowly awoke to Wednesday above him, straddling his waist. Still half asleep and assuming he was dreaming, he instinctively grabbed onto her and pushed her closer, chasing the heavenly feeling.

Her own gasp of pleasure caused him to become fully awake.

Seeing Wednesday above him in nothing but black panties and a matching bra, he still wasn’t convinced he wasn’t dreaming until she dug her blunted nails down his bare chest.

The combination of the light pain and the pleasure of her on top of him rendered him speechless, she smiled coyly, she knew he would like both.

“What’s happening?” he said breathily, unwilling to stop and she rewarded him by squeezing her thighs tighter.

“What do you want to happen?” she leaned over him, nipping at his lips.

“I…oh gods,” he could only say when she sped up and he could feel her wetness through his boxers. “I don’t want you to stop,” which was the only thing he was for sure of in that moment.

He felt her drag the cool, smooth, silk up his chest, she loosely choked his neck and pulled him to her so that they shared a heated kiss.

She tasted of berries and a promise of darkness.

“Do you trust me?” she asked as she broke the kiss and twisted the silk between her hands.

“You? No,” despite what people thought of him, he wasn’t an idiot.

That was the correct answer, as she smiled widely.

“Then, will you obey?” which was a different question altogether.

He looked at her lips and was starving for more. He looked into her eyes and saw an endless abyss.

He wasn’t stupid, but perhaps he shared the same fascination with Death and couldn’t help but dance to her seductive tune.

“Yes,” was all she needed to hear from him.

She wrapped the black silk around his eyes and tied it tightly. He simply thought she was taking away his sight, and he almost mewled in disappointment since he wanted to drink in her loveliness in the moonlight that flooded his room.

But then he felt her pull at his night cap, and he instinctively went to stop her.

“You said you would obey,” she said with a slight warning in her voice, her motions had slowed but not stopped.

He released her hand and had placed his on her hip, desperate for her to go back to the euphoric pace she had set before. He took the hint, he would not stop her again.

“Good boy,” she whispered in his ear, and he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his lips.

Wednesday slid off his cap, releasing the beautiful serpents she thought a crime that he had to hide. The snakes of his hair had hissed in surprise and then slithered to Wednesday. She was charmed by them as they nipped playfully at her fingers.

It heated her blood, the thought of how close she could be to Death. One slip of his blindfold, and one accidental stare into her eyes and she would be no more. She would be frozen in time in a passionate embrace.

It certainly would be an imaginative death.

Ajax lost his virginity to Wednesday that night, obeying her every whim of where to place his hands or where she wanted to leave vivid teeth marks upon his skin.

Some were hurt when she made her claim loud and clear the next day. Some were angry.

Everyone was surprised, but he could not deny that he was hers.

Enid never forgave them, Xavier eventually came around.

Tyler had still been a thorn in her side as well as a stalker. Ajax stoned both of them without remorse.

He smiled when she took a sledgehammer to the two statues for good measure and no small amount of vindictiveness.

There was always the threat of Death between the two of them, neither could resist.  

[psychic-refugee]

I feel this on a spiritual level.

Ajax/Wednesday has such potential and it makes me soft

[therulerofallpotatos]

it's the juxtoposition of two seemingly very different people working together so well for me

It's Ajax being so easygoing that even when's he's confused or scared, he just goes with it because his girlfriend is weird and that's ok.

it's Wednesday not expecting to care about him much either way, but at some point he turned into a classmate who wasn't annoying to a friend and then they were dating and she doesn't know how he did that, but it's actually kind of nice

it's Wednesday's utter lack of fear in being stoned by him and her finding it silly whenever he tries to make a big deal of it, and while that can make him feel like she doesn't acknowledge his feelings sometimes, it more often makes it less scary for him to do things like interact with people or exist in public.

It's Wednesday's Addamsness that makes more normal things that used to daunt him feel more manageable by comparison and it inadvertently helps him take up space instead of making himself small

It's his relentless genuinness and ability to be there for others that leads to Wednesday trusting him without even realizing he was becoming someone she relied on.

It's the fact that Ajax does have a spine and he will put his foot down and confront others if it's needed. He just doesn't do it unless he feels the need. Wednesday can respect that.

It's also all the shotgunning, weed sharing, high shenanigans.

it's also the fact that she absolutely wants to be stoned by him for fun and he has to make sure she doesn't sneak his snakes out of his beanie or sneak attack him or distract him with sex and now he's learning how to tie a proper knot because she can't be trusted in bed.

This was also part of her plan. she likes cultivating this side of him. she's a terrible influence (she's the best influence)

Ajax/Wednesday has such potential and it makes me soft