#wenclair musings

[achromatophoric]

Wednesday’s First Lesson

A treatise on cruelty written with bicycle wheels dipped in fresh hemolymph. Tire track calligraphy signed by grubby adolescent hands. A heart ripped away and smeared across two meters of searing asphalt.

It was hot that day, but Wednesday recalls most the wet. That chill wet of ice cream melt upon fingers. Wet tears in blood-warm rivulets down pallid cheeks. The wet gleam of a best friend, splattered and baking beneath summer sun.

A moment measured in minutes. Boy laughter marking each woeful interval. Helpless cries in rhythm to the tempo of a child’s struggles.

The mark Nero left upon the street was ephemeral. His scant remains were buried that night and the evidence soon scrubbed to nothing by rain and rubber. A graphite existence erased.

The mark left upon Wednesday was far less delible. It would guide her and sharpen her blades. She would be cold. Implacable. An existence defined by one costly conclusion: To love is to invite pain and loss, for love is a weakness awaiting exploitation.

That was her immutable truth for the next nine years, until her second lesson. At a school she had intended only to escape, she met her antithesis in Enid Sinclair. As the first lesson defined Wednesday, this one—this girl—would refine her.

So was the old mark worn down, chip by traumatic chip. Eroded not by time, but through friendship and shared adversity. And once its edges were dulled and its face faded, a new mark, this one truly indelible, snuck in and stole its place.

[soughtserenity-a]

@soughtbirthright

Wednesday: I am dangerous and always armed and a terror to everybody

What Enid sees:

[streamat4am]

Hey there Stream, it's me.... ya girl. (Buzzfeed unsolved ref)

I'm coming with the idea (yours actually lmao but it's neat) of hickeys. A t&t wenclair, before a potential sexual debacle, where after a kinda hard day for Enid, she sees interested people being around Wednesday and clearly those people don't know what they're doing. So Enid tries to make the idea that Wednesday is taken clear, by leaving hickeys.

(I really like the sentence how she wants her love to be a den and not a cage that you said in the sex prompt for this au. You think you could put it in her demeanor ? Totally cool if you don't)

Hello lost! It isn't hickies but it's pretty close right?

Tags: surprisingly soft shit for such a violent au. Not alot of spice like I originally thought. Enid seeking reassurance and Wednesday being the more emotionally in tuned one (surprisingly)

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"you wouldn't leave, right?" Enid asks from her side of the room.

Wednesday pauses in her writing because with relationships come the realization that somethings are simply more important than Viper at times.

At times being a keyword because usually she wouldn't need to give a glance but Enid sounded.. Off and that was a sign that something was wrong if what her books said was right.

Enid is special, it's only right that Wednesday gives her attention whenever she wishes for it.

Wednesday turns her head to to meet the blank stare of her paramour. She looked unbothered, as if asking about the weather but Wednesday can see the tiny bit of a fang peaking out from those lips. Enid was stressed about something, enough to want to wrap her Jaws around it.

It's not the first time but it has been happening alot recently.

What brought this on?

Wednesday didn't need to think twice to know her eyes turned a lil bit more expressive as something akin to worry is flickers onto her face.

"id need to leave this room eventually," she says.

Those lips of enid's upturn at her answer and it has Wednesday's heart beating in turn.

Gorgeous.

"you know what I mean, Wednesday," Enid repeats, rolling her eyes as she sits up on the edge of her bed. The fang was still there and her nails flexed as they tapped against the muted colored covers. Then, the wolf tilts her head to bare a smile that makes Wednesday's hairs rise. It's a feeling akin to an electric shock, it's lovely.

"Then again," she muses, pushing herself off to stand up. "you wouldn't dare do that would you?"

Leave? I could never, runs through Wednesday's mind. For where else could I go but into your arms?

"I dare to do many things," is what leaves Wednesday's lips and she fully turns in her seat to face her lover. It's a tease, a taunt and Enid responds in kind with a laugh.

She strides closer, slipping a hand to cradle the back of Wednesday's chair as she loomed over. It's dangerous for Enid to be in her space, simply because wednesday can count every lash in those eyes and thinks of all the ways those lips would feel against hers.

Wednesday already knows it would be soft yet those teeth wouldn't be afraid to nip and bite, just the way she likes it.

"you're cute, 'day," Enid says and Wednesday's couldn't stop the way her face turns affronted at that. Because pardon her slang because cute? Is simply not a word one uses to describe her.

"I think you're mistaken," Wednesday dryly replies, shifting in her seat to cross her arms. "and simply incorrect too."

Enid tilts her head, eyeing her with a lazy smile on her face. Gone was the fang and something akin to a spark of pleased burns in Wednesday's gut.

"I think I'm right," Enid smartly rebukes as she leant on the chair and with it comes the smell of burnt vanilla.

Wednesday was going to say something before a hand ghosts over the back of her neck and the girl became rather aware of how close the two were. So close that they could nearly share the same breath if she brought Enid in by the collar.

Close enough to kiss, if she willed it so.

"I think you're wrong," Wednesday mumbles as heat warms at her neck, already leaning onto the hand near it.

Enid smiles and its one that takes her breath away.

Oh wait no, this one felt a little too literal and Wednesday swallowed, feeling the way her throat bobbed against the wolf's thumb. A slow unsheathing of a claw reaches ears and Wednesday doesn't need a mirror to know the blood has reached her face when that lovely weapon of enid's presses onto her skin.

"I think I'm right," Enid repeats and she tilts her head, her lips pulling back into a smile as she eyes the lady sitting. "don't you think so Wednesday?"

Wednesday breathes through her nose, trying to think this carefully. Before taking that rationality and tossing it out the window by arching her brow.

"i think you'd need to convince me," Wednesday says and her breath hitches when that grip tightens, that lovely claw teasingly scratching against her skin.

The look on Enid's face darkens and Wednesday shivers when her hand lightens to brush a finger on her cheek instead.

"I can do that."

The next day, Wednesday earned odd stares as she loosened her tie. Around her neck littered bruises but not the usual kind like most expect. It wasn't lil hickies that come with someone suckling, instead it was long, like someone wrapped their fingers around that throat and squeezed.

It looked like Wednesday had gotten choked out.

They wouldn't be wrong.

[tumblingxelian]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53042206?view_full_work=true

Wenclair fic set during the '91 movie.

Oooh this looks really interesting, thanks for sharing!

Its funny, I actually did muse on what a 90s Wednesday would actually look like, but in the vein of the media at the time when it was made but also if I was somehow making it (So totally unrealistic.) And one of the main themes to keep it in line with the lighter tones of the movies was a sort of "There's many ways to be weird" sort of thing.

So the Outcast stuff is present but more subdued.

Wednesday is weird, but she's one of many weird people attending attending Nevermore. Her roomate Enid is basically a 90s gamer gorl skater girl type, so its all parachute pants, frosted tips, a dozen different sunglasses for every occasion and such. Yoko is like the worlds most lethargic vampire (In contrast to the very regal expectations of vampires) who hangs out with them and if asked to save you a seat or table will just fall asleep on them.

Meanwhile their main rivals are Bianca, Divina and I think Kent, but Kent is either disguised as a girl, or Katrina with implications of being trans but finding Nevermore better than the boys school. They aren't actually bullies, so much as just also very competitive and again, uniquely weird.

Bianca cannot stop form secret societies & associations even though they don't really serve a purpose she just thinks its fun. Kent/Katrina has all the above I toyed with, while Divina sort of acts like a military cadet but also admires how relaxed Yoko is, who meanwhile admires how cool she is.

They compete, but their real rivals are the human antagonists & also the boys school across the river, whom are actually their enemies.

At some point the boys steal a bunch of stuff to try and 'charm' (Extort) dates from the girls by holding their possessions hostage. So Bianca & Wednesday orchestrate a D-Day style invasion of the island the boys were lured to & Thing cosplays Rambo

[neverburied]

@espres0s + send me a   “ 🐆 ”   and i’ll randomize our muse lists and suggest a few random pairings for us to try out. 

Allison McRoberts ( kevin can fuck himself ) + Lip Gallagher -------- ( if you haven't watched the show , u should -- everytime it cuts to the dramatic side it reminds me VERY much of shameless. alli is an abused housewife that wants to get out of it by killing her husband <3 andfjsk )

Allison Hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ) + Natalia Romanov ------ ( so very easy to throw alli into marvel. she can say ' i heard a rumor ' & mind control people. she uses it to become a world famous actress. )

Gretchen Weiners ( mean girls ) + wednesday addams ------ ( it's giving Wenclair. )

Mary Alice Brandon / Alice Cullen ( twilight ) + Joe Goldberg ------ ( pretty vampire girl that would be nice to him. she can see the future so maybe she sees him go psycho & is like oh i can fix that )

Regina George ( mean girls ) + Wednesday Addams ------ ( enemies to lovers af )

Peggy Carter + Ransom Drysdale ------- ( she would hate him. but . . . faceclaims. asfdjkn )

Theo Crain ( haunting of hill house ) + Phoebe Buffay ----- ( i don't know that theo would love her , but . . . she's a lesbian that , if she touches you without her gloves , can feel your trauma. so she'd see through phoebe's like really bubbly stuff and be like oh you're traumatized )

Theo Engler ( you ) + Lip Gallagher ------ ( neglected and love starved boy needs friend or not sociopathic lover )

Love Quinn ( you ) + Lip Gallagher ----- ( on the other hand does lip want a crazy girlfriend ? )

Neal Cassidy / Baelfire ( once upon a time ) + Phoebe Buffay ----- ( he's technically a runaway from another dimension + neverland , but in our world he's just a homeless thief that sleeps in cars and steals stuff so he'd get along with her swimmingly asdnfk )

Lucy Whitmore ( 50 first dates ) + Luke Brandon ----- ( listen. i will slide u $20 to write anyone with lucy. she had a traumatic brain injury that causes her memory to reset every day so she forgets everything & thinks it's the same day prior to the accident. the basis is always that someone meets her and figures out she doesn't remember them the next day and they decide to stick around to try and help somehow. usually ends in psychological horror bc she never gets better anjdskfn )

David Nolan / Prince Charming ( once upon a time ) + Fiona Gallagher ------- ( tech from another dimension , but in our world he's a guy that was in a coma & woke up with amnesia , then just works at a vet clinic. he's a really good dad. )

Jamie Wellerstein ( the last five years ) + Love Quinn ----- ( charming guy originally , then he grows discontent with his relationship to become selfish & a chronic cheater. she'd destroy him. )

Rachel Chu ( crazy rich asians ) + Luke Brandon ----- ( i think any of my cra muses would be really cool with him actually ? rachel's a professor. real sweet and timid at first. nick young is rich ceo's son that pretends he's not that bc he doesn't want to be that. astrid leong is nick's cousin that is rich and famous and so very gentle and sweet -- she hides her purchases from her regular-guy husband so he doesn't feel emasculated and often works for charities and is just generally sweet , but she does enjoy her money and being a business woman. )

Charlie Morningstar ( hazbin hotel ) + Morticia Addams ----- ( daughter of lucifer / princess of hell. she would be at morticia's feet najsdfk. she's very very bubbly and is trying to get sinners redeemed by rehabilitation so they can go to heaven , so they are very different in terms of morals ?? but like. opposites attract jansdfk )

Olivia Crain ( haunting of hill house ) + Luke Brandon ---- ( nice lady that gets these migraines where she can see visions of the past / ghosts but she doesn't know that's what she's seeing. she likes to flip houses and wants to be an architect ! )

Love Quinn + Guinevere Beck ----- ( swap joe. make it worse. )

Love Quinn + Randsom Drysdale -------- ( rich girlfriend he can scam and then get killed by ? )

Coriolanus Snow + Rachel Greene ------ ( capitol wife he doesn't care about but pretends to be in love with. )

Jennifer Check + Love Quinn ------ ( boi howdy )

Rebecca Bunch ( crazy ex girlfriend ) + Luke Brandon ------ ( just a bpd girlie that stalks her ex across the country <3 she's actually chill once she's medicated. )

Rebecca Bunch + Joe Goldberg / Love Quinn ----- ( bpd stalker vs bpd stalker )

[momochizoey]

WIP tag game

Thank you so much @celinou for tagging me in this!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title/emoji that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Ooh boy, where to start. I will say that some only have a tiny amount written, like one or two scenes, and might just never be continued, but I like to think they count. I suppose I'll split it up into original and fanfiction (not that I have many original WIPs, but still)

The 3 original WIPs I have:

The Godhood Gambit

The Blinded Knight

Historically Close Friends

And then for the fanfic WIPs:

Burning Cherry Blossom

Chasefield: Muse On My Mind

ENreco: Gonathon G - A Humble Knight's Fall

Victoria and Juliet prequel

Tenten fic

Griddlehark Ideas: Is This How It Happens

Florist/Tattoo Artist AU

Azulaang idea: To Reach a Hand Down They Need To Be Beneath You

Historiography of the Elemental Nations: Sakura the Historian

Wenclair first week escape

Telling the Bees

5 Times Catra and Adora's Date Is Fake, And 1 Time It's Not

A Daughter's Vengeance

Faking It For Family - A KronMei Story

Earth Queen Azula

Getting Family Approval

Michizula Sugarmommy fic

Again, some of these are tiny and have little chance of being continued, though some old ones I do happen to come back to occasionally, so I don't want to discount them out of hand.

Anyway, I tag @sourrind and @peachlicks79 and whoever else wants to do it of course!

[jjmartspot]

Summary: Enid chose to practice medicine at Nevermore Hospital in Vermont to escape the burdens of the Sinclair Surgical Dynasty. What she hadn’t planned on was meeting Wednesday Addams which, unbeknownst to her, will lead to a whirlwind of disaster once Esther Sinclair hears about the nature of their relationship.

Or: Enid is medical royalty but runs away from her responsibility and while her family may not agree with her choices, she meets someone who is only interested in her happiness.

[cassette-fanfics]

If you're reading this, hi! Hello!

Welcome to my little corner of the interwebs, where I gush about whichever cartoon or video game I'm currently hyperfixating on, reblog fanart and fandom memes, share my headcanons, post the silly ideas I've thought of while walking my dog, recommend fanfics I like, and talk about the fanfics that I will definitely write, eventually, bear with me.

Check out the #random musings tag for the- well- random musings I have throughout the day that I post on Tumblr because I didn't get to do so as a teenage girl so I'm doing it now.

Things I'm into:

Cartoons:

The Owl House,

Miraculous Ladybug,

the DuckTales reboot,

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,

Avatar: the Last Airbender,

Code Lyoko,

Ben 10 (haven't watched past UA),

Tangled the Series.

Video games:

NetHack and its variants,

Pokemon Scarlet and Violet,

Ace Attorney (original trilogy + Apollo Justice so far),

Super Paper Mario,

Cassette Beasts,

the Henry Stickmin collection,

Celeste,

Hollow Knight,

Stardew Valley,

Super Lesbian Animal RPG,

Celia's Stupid Rom-Hack,

Minecraft (but only singleplayer, on peaceful difficulty or in creative mode).

Other fandoms:

Pokemon Horizons - constantly a bit behind because I'm watching the Netflix dub (I know, I know),

Hearstopper - haven't watched season 3 yet, I will eventually,

Wednesday, but only through the lens of fluffy Wenclair fanfiction because I genuinely don't cope well with horror- or thriller-adjacent media,

The Wotch and El Goonish Shive webcomics,

the Back to the Future trilogy,

that one book series about a boy who learns he's a wizard (interest currently on hold, until the author comes back to her senses),

Ranger's Apprentice,

Percy Jackson & the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus (haven't had the chance to read past The Son of Neptune yet),

any sappy romantic comedy you could think of.

Things I'm interested in outside of fandom:

learning trivia related to the subtleties of translating a work of fiction from one language to another,

browsing through the source code of popular open-source libraries to see how they work from the inside,

cycling and skiing.

Things people have recommended to me that I've yet to get around to watching/reading/playing:

She-ra and the Princesses of Power,

anything Scott Pilgrim-related,

Hilda,

Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts,

Arcane,

Tales of Arcadia,

Riders of Berk,

Star vs.,

The Lion Guard,

The Princess Bride,

My Hero Academia,

Little Witch Academia,

Kiki's Delivery Service,

Howl's Moving Castle,

Hamilton (musical),

Avatar: the Last Airbender post-canon comics.

[streamdotpng]

Remember how I said I'm reading the Iliad? Well, I'm nearly done with it, and near the end it reminded me of something that I had forgotten about.

Achilles only went to war because he was fated to either die young there and win eternal glory, or grow old and dull and forgotten. Legacy is what the warriors of the time lived for, so he and Patroclus went.

He refused to fight in combat after one of the Greek leaders disrespected him greatly, and was told to not fight until the Trojans began winning so he could come out and fight and win his honor back, by his mother, who goes and begs Zeus to grant Achilles glory.

Patroclus was Achilles' friend/lover, and Patroclus died because he was so consumed by the fear that the Greeks would lose and that Achilles would die, so he went in Achilles' armor.

Achilles, in his grief, refused to eat or drink, and promised to bring down man-slaying Hector, the warrior who killed Patroclus.

Achilles, when he kills the other man, slices his ankles open and slides in a leather strap, ties it to his horse, and drags Hectors body through the dirt and dust. Humiliation is considered one of the worst things to happen to anyone back then.

In a dream, Patroclus tells Achilles to bury him quickly, as unburied dead are unable to pass into Hades' halls, and also requests of him to have their bones buried together.

Achilles complies.

It's the reason why the Iliad starts off with some variation of "sing, o Muse, at the rage of Achilles."

This is how Wednesday would react to Enid's death, especially in a war-time situation.

Enid is a kind, caring person— fitting how Patroclus is described. She wouldn't want all this war, all she'd want is her and Wednesday to stay together, alone on some little island.

But Wednesday likes to be the best, the person above all, so she would go.

Enid would absolutely be consumed by the fear of Wednesday dying. She'd stay up at night, next to her, running her fingers over smooth skin and wish they could just go home, leave this all behind and rest together until their old days.

Wednesday, though, we know to be headstrong in her endeavors, wouldn't listen to Enid if she was begged to stay, to grow old and forgotten.

Enid would be smart enough to think of wearing Wednesday's armor, and lovingly stupid enough to risk herself to save her and their friends.

Wednesday would stop at nothing to get revenge, all glory and wealth forgotten, because she's lost her Enid. Her life and light.

Wednesday is the kind of enraged, mourning lover to slit the ankles of Enid's killer and drag them through dirt and earth, shocked gods and horrified parents be damned.

Wednesday is the kind of desperate, hurt lover to want hers and Enid's bones buried together, so that they may be together forever in Hades' halls.

And Enid is the kind of lover, who can know Wednesday through all the awful things she's done, and still love her, even though war and all its tears split them apart.

-Writer Anon.

Honest reaction to an au thought of one half of Wenclair living and the other gone. Like I can live with one where they couldn't get together (Hermit au) but one where the other is dead!?

Horrible.

But you are so right writer anon. Omygod Wednesday is so obviously know to be stubborn esp in terms of pride so I bet she felt like she was slapped in the face when she realizes that Enid went in her stead in some attempt to protect her

Her: the untouchable warrior, the one who is supposed to care for them both

I don't think Wednesday could even be mad at Enid because that was just how she is, too loving, too good and not at all supposed to be in these troubling times

They're simply so.. :-:

[ortegaversesimp]

Hey guys! This is a Wednesday/Enid fic, set after Mabels death,Cairo and wenclair has reunited. Co wrote and Edited by my pal @streaminn

This night has spent twenty years in the making.

Twenty years filled with teenage angst, misunderstandings, various different women, one deceased wife and a moody teenager. 

Tonight is the night Wednesday Addams finally gets to experience being loved by Enid Nevermore.

This frosty moonless night started the same as every other time since the former roommates had reunited. With Enid making the decision to move her and her daughter away from the life they had known, things have been changing for the better. 

Wednesday never expected this life for the sunny werewolf. A life so dipped in darkness that all the investigator could do is watch in morbid fascination before wrapping her hands along that bared throat and pulling her wolf from the shadows that sullied her. 

 From the dirty deals with crooked cops, away from shady people with even shadier bosses. It left a distasteful feeling along her tongue to know that people waited for Enid to slip up. Do they not know what they are messing with? Are they aware of the sharp teeth hidden behind that lovely smile? Must they test her?  They always laid in wait for the moment Enid would make a mistake and oh does that burn at Wednesday's skin. 

Wait, that doesn't sound right. Not after she learned of what a certain stubborn stalker did. 

Either way, all those experiences didn't matter. Not anymore at least, not when Enid willingly left them behind to follow her to the Addams' Manor.  What an honour, Wednesday mused. 

It took ages but Wednesday can surely say that the manor stood in the same leagues as their dorm in nevermore and that tiny loved cottage. Not as high as May or Mabel's standing but certainly high enough. 

It seems like Wednesday is up there too, for why else would she be pinned against her bedroom door? 

Those teeth are so delightfully sharp against her tongue and she gasps as the fingers that cradle her head tugs at her hair. The woman would've been offended, insulted actually if Enid hadn't looked so beautifully animalistic. 

This is her roommate, her beast. 

"Enid.." Wednesday gasps, unable to tear her eyes away as Enid pressed kisses along her bare throat. 

A growl, deep and reverberating through her chest was Enid's answer and Wednesday tightened the leg wrapped along her wolf's slender waist. She was warm, too warm despite the fact that her dress was hiked up to her hips. It wasn't enough that her tights were ripped by those lovely claws, she needed everything to be taken off. 

She needs Enid to do the taking.

Wednesday couldn't stop moving her yearning hands. Years of being kept at a distance, stuck in a place of friendship and nothing more have finally overflowed into such a desperate need that Wednesday finally understands her parents' constant affections. Now she finally got to taste Enid, she would fight to her last breath to be worthy enough to stay in her orbit.

One hand of carefully black painted fingers gently wrapped  around a soft neck while the other laid upon Enid's face, thumb finally allowing itself to trace faded scars won in the pair's first of many battles with unsuccessful foes.

Wednesday couldn't decide which of her senses was the leading cause of the heat between her thighs. 

Smell. Enid's perfume had changed between the years between sharing a bedroom to now. What was previously a sweet artificial smell of candy canes that Wednesday grew to appreciate and miss turned into Enid's more natural scent of vanilla shampoo and a hint of woods after rainfall. 

Taste. Lips colliding at a frantic pace. Trying to steal the breath of each other's lungs. Wednesday's tongue fighting and losing in what Wednesday hopes as a never ending dance. The taste of strawberry chapstick as Wednesday nipped at a full bottom lip then soothing it with an apologetic tongue.

Touch. While one of  Wednesday's own hands were busy relearning Enid's older but still as beautiful face, her other was slowly sliding down a long throat, pausing briefly at a rapid heartbeat before slipping under a loose shirt. Her hand ghosting over abs briefly pauses to rake her nails down them, earning a deep growl from the wolf of her dreams.

Enid moved both her hands to Wednesday's bottom,roughly pulling Wednesday even closer, causing Wednesday's leg to tighten even more to Enid's waist. The friction is horrifyingly addictive. Her hips jerked against the clothed erection, silently begging Enid to move.

Enid bit back a whimper, unable to stop her hips from finding Wednesday's set rhythm.

"Open the damn door 'Day before I rip it off its hinges and take you right here,” Enid panted into Wednesday's ear.

"Oh, don't tease me with a perfectly horrid time mi loba." Wednesday smirked, earning a particularly deep grind from Enid that wiped the smirk away faster than it came. A moan that would have made even Morticia blush leaves Wednesday's lips.

"Now 'Day." Enid's firm tone held a command that Wednesday was unable to refuse to follow. Wednesday reaching a shaking hand behind her, finally finding the elusive door knob that allowed the large door to swing open. 

Before Wednesday could pull Enid into her sanctuary, hands found the back of her thighs, lifting Wednesday as easy as if she weighs nothing more than a pillow case. 

Lips reclaimed Wednesday's and all thoughts aside from Enid's lips left her head. 

Long legs kicking the door shut while crossing the length of Wednesday's  room towards both Enid and Wednesday shared goal.

A large queen sized bed covered in black satin sheets.

The pair's clothes were quickly torn off by eager hands. A black dress landing on a previously neat and full desk, pens rolling to the floor. A soft, reliable Oxford shirt, forever now missing various buttons, flew over the headboard of the bed to be left there until months later.

Wednesday pushed the surprisingly compliant naked werewolf onto her soft childhood bed. The hungry Addams quickly settled on strong thighs.

Wednesday's eyes took in the sight that would be etched on her memory for the rest of her life. Enid's bright eyes looked at her with wonder and a sprinkle of shyness that made her look sixteen years old again. 

Wednesday's fingers travelled along old faded claw marks on her chest. Tyler forever leaving his mark on the brave wolf. The same marks that were earned in saving Wednesdays life. Wednesday's fingers traced slowly to where more extensive scars lay, this time saving another woman's life from idiot normies playing serial killer, not counting on her wolf's superior healing and deadly protective instinct.

While some other scars on Enid were familiar from their many adventures in school, a bullet hole on her left shoulder from a werewolf hunter that Wednesday took great pleasure eviscerating. Vampire fangs from when a rogue vampire gym teacher decided to try unsuccessfully to make vampire werewolf hybrids. 

Other scars were as new to Wednesday as the dark far away look Enid sometimes gets in her eyes when she thinks May or Wednesday isn't looking. Faint white scars on slender right hand fingers as if someone threatened to take them from her, ‘A reminder to pay off debts.’ Enid smirked ruefully the first time Wednesday noticed. 

Various angry cigarette burn marks on the inside forearm in the shape of a 'C', Enid just shrugged and said an ex fuck buddy didn't take a break up well.

One permanent mark Enid is protective over however and proudly displays it, is the 'Lovable' tattoo etched beautifully on Enid's collar bone. Right where a mating bite would have been if Mabel was a wolf. 

"Mabel means lovable," May once told Wednesday with a prideful tone and a snide smirk on the youthful teen's face. Aiming for the hurt instead of the kill, ironically like a true Addams would.

"She had my bite," Enid whispered so softly when she caught one of the constant glances at the tattoo during the first few weeks at the manor.

"I wanted a part of her too, '' Enid explained tearfully, which made Wednesday want to travel to Hades' realm and retrieve Mabel Nevermore's soul from his clutches just so she would never see the true heartbreak on Enid's gorgeous face again.

Wednesday shook herself from her memories. Took her own trembling hand off Enid, raised it to her face and licked across her palm. Her hand finally reached her goal  wrapping around Enid's hard shaft. 

Wednesday rubbed her hand down that cock at a slow torturous pace to the base and back up to swipe over the head and lowered her lips to Enid’s once again. This kiss was surprisingly innocent compared to the actions of jerking hands.

"'Day..please," Enid pleaded with her psychic, eyes closing in pleasure, her hips thrusting in Wednesday's tiny hand.

Wednesday hovered over Enid's wanton cock, carefully positioning the large appendage so just the tip was inside her.

" Cara Mia… look at me… please"  Wednesday's low voice echoed around Enid's soul. Her eyes struggled to open and she swallowed back the temptation to just thrust into her friend like a dog in heat. "Do you want me, Enid?" Wednesday questioned the feverish blonde underneath her.

All Enid could do was furiously nod in desperation.

"Then do what you should have done years ago mi loba…take me." 

No other conversations were held for the next 12 hours, Morticia gently guiding May in the early hours of the morning to town for a shopping spree that the young wolf couldn't deny instead of the youngster going looking for her mother as per routine, May holding Moricia to higher respect than she ever did Wednesday couldn't refuse.

Morticia following the teenager with a smile, thinking of all the ways she could make dinner that evening disastrously uncomfortable for the pair of new lovers and to a distraught Gomez who had to listen to his baby girl moans all night long, finally getting the karma that was coming to him from his own loud tryst with Morticia throughout the years. 

[aceofsages]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you to amazing @jonairadreaming for the tag!! This list is longer than it has any right to be and my muse still keeps hopping.

WIPs (that i've worked on in the past 2 months):

jace has a twin + ghosts au (hotd)

tear me to pieces (percy weasley-centric fic)

hp has a twin

courting au (wenclair)

santa clarita diet post-canon abby centric

WIPs that are on the back burner in another room in another house:

thorns on my head (drarry)

reincarnation oc (hotd)

the last scion (narcissa black centric)

eldritch/demon au (wenclair)

no rules in unbreakable heaven (ironstrange post-endgame)

civil war au (ironstrange)

these bonds of blood we can't escape (dpxdc)

...and honestly too many others that only have half-assed snippets.

No pressure tagging @simplynotcapable @dark-princette @mallstars and honestly literally anyone else who wants to hop in on this!!

[barblaz-arts]

are u planning on doing any loona fanart because of air force one, or maybe with loossemble's album?? btw love your art!!

Probably not. Although I still absolutely adore Loona and post about them(more on twitter rather than here on tumblr) my muse is currently Wednesday and Wenclair, so I'm more inspired to draw for them. (Thank you)

[barb-l]

Enid was so worried not being able to shift would leave her without a mate but then she finally wolfs out to save Wednesday. It's like Beauty and the Beast, but in reverse. This is super cheesy to say but love turned her into a beast 🥰

[alittlelostsputnik]

sooo for anyone who wanted to read an actual fic of that rambling/musing i posted about enid turning up at the addams family's mansion after having stormed out of her own family home having been pushed to breaking point by her mother... ☝️

bearing in mind that this is my first fic on ao3. what i've learned tonight is that i suck at titles and summaries (and tags). there is the potential for more chapters, i guess, if people would want that and more importantly if the muse was to strike for it.

in the meantime though...here you go. 🥺👉👈

[toournextadventure]

Hiii ! I just came across your writing and I gotta say, I’m really liking it ! Especially the Winclair x reader :) I have a suggestion, Winclair x overly protective Reader, finding out reader injured/killed someone because they said something degrading about Wednesday or Enid, or tried flirting/getting with them. Keep up the great writing :]

Bestie I am ALWAYS down to write a feral, protective reader with Wenclair 😎

stunning, murderous little thing

Enid shouldn’t have been surprised when you walked into the apartment bedroom with a bloody smile and dripping, bloodstained clothes. Your smile wasn’t as sadistic as Wednesday’s, but there was a very specific sense of danger behind it. A sense of danger that, truthfully, only you could really muster.

“Who was it this time?” Wednesday asked without even looking up from her typewriter.

“That punk from Enid’s Econ class,” you said as you tried to lick some dried blood off one of your fangs. “You know, the one that called you a mangy mutt that needed to be muzzled?”

“Is he still breathing?” Enid sighed even though, judging by your current state, she knew the answer anyway.

“He’s not dead,” you said indignantly. “He just wishes he was.” You made the move like you were going to fall on the bed where Enid was laying down.

“Don’t!” Enid shouted. Mid-fall, you missed the bed by only an inch before crashing to the floor.

“The fuck?” You asked as you sat up, rubbing your head with bloodstained hands.

“You are not getting blood on our sheets,” she said with a pointed finger in your chest. “That’ll be the fifth time this month.”

“Sixth,” Wednesday chimed in. “Don’t forget the supposed accident.”

“You guys can’t hold that one against me,” you whined, “it was an accident.” Both women turned to look at you with disbelieving eyes. “He’s the one that ran into my elbow.”

“Go wash off,” Enid demanded, “and maybe I’ll consider letting you back up on the bed.”

“Are you two going to help me?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows in false seduction. It was rather ridiculous.

And yet.

“Come on,” Enid sighed even though she was smiling back at you, “before you stain everything else.”

“You coming, Willa?” You asked when Wednesday still made no move to get up.

“My writing time is not over,” Wednesday said simply, “so no.”

Enid saw the sparkle in your eyes before you made your move. There was no time for her to even attempt to stop you before you stood behind Wednesday, primed and ready. Poor Wednesday didn’t even have time to notice your presence before you rubbed your hands down her cheeks and neck, down her bare shoulders and down to her arms, smearing blood across her skin. Wednesday’s entire body stilled, leaving nothing but silence in the apartment.

“Oh shame,” you mumbled. “It seems you need to clean up now too.”

It was impressive how slowly Wednesday spun her chair around to look up at you. She was also, though Enid would never say it aloud, extremely attractive when covered in blood. The dark red really brought out the brown in her eyes, truly stunning.

"You can keep one hand," Wednesday told you, "which would you prefer?"

"You can take the left," you mused as you held both hands up. "I mean, you both seem to enjoy the right too much to lose it."

Enid could feel a migraine forming when Wednesday lunged at you and you screamed, running off to the shower with her hot on your trail. Enid loved you both, she truly did. But you were going to kill her for sure.

After that night, Enid and Wednesday had given you one rule; no killing anyone unless you had their permission. One would think this wasn't such a difficult rule to follow, but you certainly did your best to find every loophole possible.

"What if I only maim him?" You asked one night while Wednesday pretended to not enjoy being the little spoon.

"Only with good cause,” Wednesday mumbled in her sleepy voice that she pretended not to have.

You hummed in acknowledgment and pulled Wednesday closer, trying to keep your cool when she did her best to snuggle deeper into your arms. When Enid came home, she found the both of you fast asleep yet still leaving room for her on the other side. All she had to do was slide into bed and the both of you instantly reached for her, pulling her into the cuddle pile.

The day of reckoning appeared far faster than Wednesday and Enid had anticipated.

It was just a simple day, you were all walking out of your last class for the week which you thankfully shared, arguing and complaining because Wednesday refused to help you and Enid with the homework. Typical, of course, she always liked to hold this over you both as leverage for cuddles or kisses. A usual Friday, actually, you expected nothing less.

And then it happened.

“Hey Sinclair, Addams.”

They never seemed to call your name, Enid realised as the two frat boys appeared beside you.

“You two busy tonight?” The taller boy standing beside Wednesday asked.

“Extremely,” she answered without looking up. You kept turning your head between both boys and Enid could see the gears turning behind your sunglasses.

“You should come to the party tonight,” the boy beside Enid said. He sounded far more genuine. “We’ll pick you ladies up.”

Enid felt your hand brush against hers as the boys kept talking. It wasn’t the gentle touch you usually gave out freely while walking around campus, but a fist. Oh no, she thought when you ran your tongue over your teeth. More importantly, over your fangs.

“Is this a good enough cause?” You asked; neither of the boys even paid you any attention.

“Yes,” Wednesday said simply.

Oh, your smile was terrifying.

“Hey guys,” you said, finally drawing the boys’ attention, “I got an 8 ball in my bag, want some for your party?”

“Hell yeah,” the taller boy answered quickly.

“Come on, let’s go over here,” you gestured your head toward the alley between campus buildings. The business building; no one would suspect a thing.

They followed you without hesitation, without a single care in their little heads. Enid sighed when Wednesday smirked at their disappearance. She dug her shoe into the dirt, drawing little patterns when she felt Wednesday grab her hand. It helped ease her anxiety just a little bit.

You finally came out from around the building with bloody knuckles and no company.

“I feel much better,” you said with a big smile.

“Still can’t clean up properly,” Wednesday said, wiping her thumb across your lips to erase the small drop of blood.

“Are we finally watching that movie tonight?” You asked as you forced yourself between them, holding each of their hands in yours.

“Only if you make the popcorn,” Enid said.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sugar,” you said with an even bigger smile and a squeeze of their hands.

Your overprotectiveness was getting worse. Good thing your girlfriends enjoyed it.

[tequiilasunriise]

Homies I understand that Enid and Wednesday having potential male love interests sucks but don’t y’all understand how much angst potential this gives us. If you’ve never heard a wlw cover of ‘wish you were gay’ by Billie Eilish I suggest you get on that because oh my GOD we have been slleeeepppiingg on this gold mine of potential Wenclair slowburn heartache.

“I just wanna make you feel okay

But all you do is look the other way

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay”

Can you imagine Enid looking across the room, seeing Wednesday caught up between her bland as shit love interests and thinking to herself, “Of course they want her, who wouldn’t? She’s just so... so.... fuck.” A quiet, heavy sigh fills the air as Enid studies that painter’s muse of a side profile that is Wednesday’s jaw. “Even if those dumbasses weren’t around, I never stood a chance anyways….”. Your honor, Enid “I just kinda wish you were gay” Sinclair is my VISION. Just hear me out.

“To spare my pride

To give your lack of interest, an explanation

Just say I'm not your type

Don’t say that I'm not your preferred sexual orientation”

The sheer pining at wholeheartedly believing she made the Classic Sapphic Mistake™️ of falling fer a straight girlie and Enid just being so full of longing for Wednesday. Miss “I ate alone at seven, you were six minutes away” telling herself to just forget about it and try to be ‘normal’ (yes internalized homophobia moment). If she can’t transform, she should at least find a suitable mate because her parents keep pressuring her to do such and this leads to her agreeing to walk outta here with Ajax (I think that’s who the show is tryna pair her up with?) when he approached her with an offer of hanging out together. Can you imagine Enid looking over her shoulder one last time in a fleeting glance at Wednesday across the courtyard talking to one of her male love interests before turning back around and walking off with Ajax?

“How am I supposed to make you feel okay

When all you do is walk the other way?

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay-“

Okay, but here’s the thing, here’s the thing homies- as Enid is walking away imagine Wednesday looking away from her conversation with Soggy Bread Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum to catch a peek at Enid’s back. She sees her roommate and Ajax walking away together kinda close together, and, oh, how her blackened heart secretly longs. “Of course he would be drawn to her,” she thinks darkly to herself, “Like a moth to a flame, and I can’t even blame the idiot.” When Enid and Ajax turn the corner and are finally out of her field of vision, Wednesday turns back to Bland Boy Number 2. It’s clear he’s vying for her affections (they both are, actually), and normally she would have his head on a pike for such audacity, but unfortunately for her Mister Musty Dusty McCrusty has a role to play in her investigation. Speaking of her investigation, she can’t have any distractions. Wednesday tries to rebury her accursed feelings towards the radiant werewolf, really, she does try. If the world ended in a fiery explosion right then and there, let it be known that Wednesday Addams tried. But, as Wednesday hears the faintest echo of Enid’s laugh from down the hall, a laugh Ajax himself surely caused….

“-I just kinda wish you were gay”