#potential wenclair

[kxhbee]

I JUST READ YOUR ROWAN FIC AND I'M LITERALLY IN LOVE! I just binge read all three parts in one go lmao. I'm so excited for part 4! But don't work yourself up tho, take your sweet time. I just wanted to appreciate how good your fics are!

OMG THANK YOU YOU’RE SO SWEET!! 🫶🫶

Here’s the long awaited part 4!! I’m so sorry it took so long, I’ve started a new school and I’ve been settling in!!

Love From You

Part Four

~ Rowan Laslow x Reader

~ Friends to lovers

~ Fluff, light angst

~ 1,378 words

~ Not proof read!

Key:

~ Y/N: YOUR NAME

~ Y/L/N: YOUR LAST NAME

~ A/N: AUTHOR’S NOTE

Befriending Rowan Laslow was something you had always wanted to do. Of course, you were always preparing yourself for your friend’s reactions, but mostly Enid’s.

So now that you can actually start a conversation with Rowan instead of saying “never mind” and walking off before he sees you, Enid’s teasing has changed. In other words, you’ve grown more confident, and so has she.

“I bet he would be loud in bed.”

“Enid.” You laugh awkwardly, shocked at the sudden comment. You were sitting in complete silence, finishing your history essay on the origin of trolls, while Enid was scrolling through Instagram, having finished her essay a week before because she surprisingly has better time management than you. “You can’t say that.”

“Why? Everyone knows that nerdy men are louder in bed.” Her eyes widen like she’s just come to a sudden realisation. “AND HE HAS ASTHMA!”

You look around the library nervously. Rowan usually comes in here to hang out, and you mostly look forward to it. Except right now you’re praying he decides to do something else instead.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just getting you prepared, my good sire.” She pats you on the back. “Everyone’s noticed you two get closer.”

“We’re friends.” You must’ve said this about a hundred times since the day you befriended Rowan. It’s getting kind of tiring, because Enid knows as well as you that you want to make it more than that.

”Whatever you say. You know, he’s definitely a bottom. That’s something to add to your night scenarios.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Yet you continue to hang out with me.”

”What about Wednesday then, huh?”

Enid stops laughing and looks down awkwardly, fighting the pink off from her cheeks. “What about her?”

“Oh come on, E. I’m not blind. We’re not blind.”

“We?”

“Yes! Everyone! Just kiss her already, jesus.”

“I will when you kiss Rowan.” She says, elbowing you lightly.

You roll your eyes playfully, pulling your phone out when you hear a ding.

“Um no, finish your essay.” Enid really is staying true to her word about making you finish today.

“I will, I will. Just let me respond to Yoko first.”

After responding to a TikTok that Yoko sent to you, you exit out of the chat. Before you close the app, however, you notice a change in Rowan’s profile picture. You tap on his profile to see the picture better, and see that instead of the automatic icon that Instagram sets, it’s a photo of him smiling happily at the camera, someone’s arm around him holding the peace sign. Your heart warms with recognition at the photo you took with him.

“What’s made you so happy?” Enid looks over your shoulder at his profile.

“Nothing.” You turn your phone off and put it back into your pocket.

“‘We’re just friends.’” She says, putting on yet another impression of you and nudging your side again.

“Shhh. I have an essay to write.” You say, picking up your pen again.

“That’s convenient for you, isn’t it.”

———————————————————————

Rowan Laslow never ended up answering Xavier Thorpe’s question. He knows that refusing to answer won’t help him form a friendship with the boy, but how was he supposed to describe what happened? How is he meant to put into words the warm feeling he gets in his chest whenever he sees Y/N, and how the feeling grows and completely takes over his body whenever their face lights up with a smile? How is he meant to tell his roommate how confused he gets after he catches himself grinning at photos or messages from them? How does he confide in someone that he’s spoken to on only a few occasions, despite him being his roommate?

Rowan can tell that Xavier got frustrated at his lack of response. He simply gaped at Xavier, unable to describe what was on his mind. He stuttered a few false starts, not sure how to start the sentence, and then settled on “it was nothing” and grabbed his pyjamas from his bed, locking himself in the bathroom.

He assumed it was because he didn’t know how to react after making his first friend in years- he didn’t remember how having friends felt. After all, he was always cautious of his peers. He knew what they they saying he could hear them- with their whispering and muttering of words like “freak”, “outcast”, “weirdo” or something similar. What he never understood was why. Why are they calling him a freak when this is a school for freaks. Why are they calling him an outcast when they’re all outcasts?

It never made any sense to him, which is why he never let it get to him. Why should he be upset over something that simply doesn’t make sense? Despite this view on the bullies, he obviously let it get to him. Why else would he have a breakdown in the arms of someone he just met? Although its been a while, he’s pretty sure thats not how friends are made.

Yet it somehow worked. Rowan and Y/N had surprisingly become inseparable. Y/N, who, since they’re best friends with Enid, is by default, popular, and Rowan, the outcast. It’s an odd pair, and Rowan is always worried that Y/N is going to receive shit for befriending him. But if they have they haven’t let him know.

The door to the dorm opens and Xavier comes in, joined by Ajax Petropolus. The two boys stop laughing when they see Rowan sitting at his desk, staring at them. He turns his head back to his books and picks his pen up. Not the time.

“Listen, Rowan…” Ajax starts talking, taking a step towards Rowan. “I’m sorry about you being kicked out of the Nightshades. I really-“

Rowan didn’t hear the rest of what Ajax had to say. Instead, he put his headphones on, gathered his books, and left the dorm, remembering why he usually studies in the library.

The Nightshades’ voting system is a democracy with anonymous voting, so Rowan will never truely know if Ajax or Xavier voted him out or not. But people in the Nightshades voted him out and that’s all that matters to him. The one place where he felt as if he belonged. He was following in his mother’s footsteps in that stupid club. The one remaining tie he had to his mother’s legacy was severed by a bunch of cliché high school students who think they rule the place and didn’t want someone in the club just because he’s a little different.

It’s safe to say that Rowan Laslow doesn’t like any of the Nightshade members anymore.

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“Enid, shut up.”

“Why? Worried your boyfriend might hear?”

“I’m worried anyone is gonna hear. Normal people don’t make these kinds of jokes.”

“Normal? You don’t think I’m normal? It’s because I’m a lesbian isn’t it?”

“Kill yourself.” You say jokingly, nudging Enid’s side.

“Wow. I never thought you’d be homophobic. You’re cancelled on Twitter now.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You zip your bag up and swing it onto your back, hanging off of your right shoulder. You finished your essay about an hour ago, so you and Enid spent the last hour sitting in silence while scrolling TikTok.

“Phones gonna die.” You say, putting it on low power mode. “It’s on 5 percent.”

“You would have more battery if you did your essay straight away instead of procrastinating on your phone.” Enid giggles like she’s the funniest person ever.

You pull the library door open and hold it open for Enid.

“Ladies first.” You say, gesturing her out.

“Rowan is trans?” Enid asks.

“Would it kill you to not bring him up in every breath? It’s getting old.” You look back up at her, but she’s staring through the doorway. You follow her gaze and your eyes land on Rowan Laslow, who’s standing in the doorway holding a pile of books awkwardly.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.”

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

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

Enid: I’m sorry, what?

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

Enid: And so you decided to buy human ashes?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid: From Goodwill?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid:

Enid: I’m not even surprised.

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

Enid, in disgruntled acceptance: Yeah I know babe.

[streaminn]

"sometimes I like to think our bones would look nice together," Enid says.

"what," is Wednesday's eloquent reply.

Enid is smiling, her head is tilted and her body says that she's facing Wednesday but her eyes aren't.

"when the archeologists of the future were to uncover your corpse, would they see another pair with it?"

"where are you going with this?" theres a beat in Wednesday's chest and it rises with each word Enid says. "however, to answer your question. Normally, no, because most people are buried separately for classification purposes."

Enid laughs and it makes the thump thump thump of Wednesday's heart run. There's a chill in her stomach however and it burns of doubt.

"yeah, you're right. People are meant to be separated." it's the last thing the werewolf says before she pushes herself off the railing and stepping back into the room. "this was a good talk Wednesday!"

Wednesday is left to stand there, cold and lost. She feels weird, like she had chosen the wrong blade for today.

Enid is different the next day.

[raventrigonsdaughter]

Someone pointed this out and i had seen it too and... yeah

HEAR ME TF OUT

[tequiilasunriise]

“You have to come visit me in San Francisco. I can pretty much guarantee fog and drizzle every day.”

“Sounds tempting.” (She says deadpan but still pressed up to Enid’s side like that’s gay gay homosexual gay behavior right there your honor)

Yes I have read fanfics with the absolutely delicious premise of, “Enid visits the Addams Manor and has a blast with the rest of the family and also gay shenanigans” but have y’all considered the potential of Wednesday navigating through San Fran? Enid showing her all of her favorite hot spots but also stuff like, “I know how much you love gloomy shit so cmon I already booked a tour of Alcatraz” and Wednesday just swooning from how well her other half gets her? Wednesday meeting Enid’s parents and calling them out and/or defending Enid from them (even though she successfully transformed that does NOT erase all of the bullshit they put her through prior)? The list goes on and on and on.

Cmon Netflix writers, if y’all aint cowards then gimme Wenclair at a bigass San Fran Pride Event beating up cops together U WANNA SOO BADDLYY OOOO U KNOW U WAANNNAAA OOOOOOOOOOOO

[whatwevegot]

[tuesdaywednesdaythursdayaddams]

Alone Time

Wednesday and Enid turn down friends to spend time alone, leading to them facing some difficult conversations about previously taboo topics.

“Wednesday, is it still cool with you to have everybody over for movie night?” Enid called, slipping her favourite, pink sweater over her head and smoothing her hair down in front of the mirror.

Across the dorm, her girlfriend paused her typing, turning around with narrowed eyes.

“You never mentioned such a gathering,” she responded, her voice as emotionless as ever. 

Still, the werewolf could see a glimmer of worry lingering on her face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to mention! I invited Bianca, Xavier and Yoko over a week ago. We were gonna watch scary movies.”

Wednesday sighed, standing up.

“I was actually planning on getting my evening writing done,” she said, “and then perhaps spending some alone time with you.”

The blonde’s eyes widened and she brushed her hair behind her ears, evidently flustered. “Oh…”

“But if you don’t want to hang out one on one, I can always withdraw to the library.”

Enid rushed to her girlfriend’s side. “No no, of course I want to hang out one on one. What’ll we do? Dinner and a movie, or maybe we could just, y’know, cuddle?”

Wednesday grimaced.

“We’ll burn that bridge when we come to it. But for now, there’s the matter of preventing your three associates from intruding upon our evening. Will you take care of them, or shall I?” She said, a ghoulish smile ghosting her face.

Her roommate laughed nervously, “I’ve got it. I think they’ll be a little mad, but I’m sure they will come around.”

The brunette turned in her place, marching over to her bed as Enid began lacing her shoes.

“If they are, I’ll burn them alive.”

Surprisingly, their friends were not, in fact, mad.

“It’s cool Enid, we understand,” Bianca quipped, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, “Say less. It makes sense that you want some alone time with your new girlfriend.”

Xavier coughed dramatically, whispering something to Bianca and Yoko, who giggled in response. 

The blonde stood in confusion for a second, before the recognition dawned on her face.

“Wait, you guys think I’m asking you not to come so Wednesday and I can have sex?” She whispered exaggeratedly.

“Or you could say, you’re asking us not to come so you can,” Xavier replied, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

A dull blush crept up Enid’s neck, slowly spreading across her cheeks. 

“Shh, don’t shame her,” Yoko said, slapping him gently on the arm, “Just remember to be safe and have fun, ok?”

“Guys, I’m serious! Wednesday and I are not-”

But the trio had already started to walk away, leaving a stuttering Enid standing alone in the courtyard.

“Use protection!” Xavier called over his shoulder.

The werewolf huffed.

As soon as she re-entered her dorm room, Enid flopped down onto her bed with a sigh, wriggling onto her stomach and releasing a short burst of a scream into her pillow as her delicately painted fingernails transformed unwillingly into claws.

She stayed in that position for a few minutes, before she heard footsteps behind her, followed by the feeling of her mattress sinking down on one side.

“I assume that your intervention didn’t go as planned?”

Wednesday Addams, as delicate as ever.

“Well they’re not coming, if that’s what you're asking,” she replied.

Enid rolled over to face her girlfriend, whose face she watched visibly relax. But surprisingly, her eyes still bore an emotion that looked shockingly like concern.

“Are they angry?” The brunette deadpanned, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the fabric of her roommate’s fluffy sweater.

The werewolf sighed, her eyes fixed on the roof.

“No, they’re not angry,” she said in exasperation, “Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m upset about this! Maybe I’m just making a big deal out of nothing, like I always seem to do.”

Wednesday looked down at her girlfriend.

“You’re right. You do tend to unnecessarily dramatise the majority of situations, however if any of those plebeians said so much as one bad word to you, I will personally flay them alive and bury them in a shallow grave by the river.”

Enid wiped her eyes, a dull smile flitting across her face.

“It’s ok. Nobody said anything mean,” she responded, “It’s just… they keep joking about us having S E X. And it’s not that I don’t love you or anything, but I just don’t know if that’s something I want. Like, ever. And I guess that it’s just getting on my nerves?”

From the spot beside her, Wednesday stiffened. Her eyes remained fixed, unblinking on her girlfriend’s for a few moments, before she eventually cleared her throat and averted her gaze. It was the first time Enid had seen her off guard, and that threw her a little.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel-”

Before she could finish her sentence, the brunette cut her off.

“Me neither.” “What?” Enid asked in near disbelief.

“I said, me neither. I also don’t wish to have intercourse. It appears to be invasive and painful- and not the good kind of painful either; the kind that doesn’t even give you nightmares.”

And just like that Enid’s feelings of insecurity began to subside. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, sitting up and leaning into her girlfriend.

“God Wednesday, I’m just so relieved. I thought I was broken or something!”

“Maybe we are, Enid. But as my uncle Fester always used to tell me, broken things make the best deathtraps,” Wednesday deadpanned, “Now do tell me, approximately how many of our classmates do I have to murder to prevent the spread of false information.”

[krikeymate]

I think it would be funny if the stalker situation just doesn’t go anywhere because Wednesday just ignores it.

The stalker becoming increasingly irate with every move that doesn’t work.

The stalker sends texts/emails. Wednesday ignores her phone. They send letters, she frames them on the wall. They set up traps, she just effortlessly bypasses them.

By the time she’s back in Nevermore, they are actively trying to kill her and it just doesn’t work.

Everyone who just saw Wednesday lean out of the way of a thrown knife: uhhhhh Wednesday: don’t worry about it, someone has a crush on me The stalker: frothing with rage

[cmbdragon98]

Would you believe it if I told you I only took time to watch One episode of Wednesday, absorbed everything else I know from social media, and now have the beginnings of a cutesy Wenclair fanfic in the works because I'm just a lesbian that thinks little highschool crush romances are adorable.

Do you believe that. Because this is what the reality is.

[demadogs]

i think i love wenclair so much bc its the closest wlw equivalent to snowbaz ive ever seen

[strawberri-draws]

Wednesday doodle 🪦🥀🌙

[running-from-my-problemss]

At work everyone was talking about Wednesday and if they shipped her with Tyler or Xavier… Apparently the straights don’t ship Wednesday and Enid?!?

[many-gay-magpies]

im gonna get obsessed with them arent i

[rachelsfav-queer]

Small little potential Wednesday season 2 plot point that I’ve seen some discussion for but honestly not nearly enough is Enid’s scars. Cause like, in the last episode, after everything goes down, Enid’s scars are prominent and clearly visible.

So I’m personally really hoping that they remain prominent, not just physically but also story-wise. I hope that they don’t just disappear with some lame excuse of “werewolf healing!” or whatever bullshit like that. I actually hope they become a centralized point of Enid’s arc in season 2, where she has to come to accept and love her own scars, no matter what others think of them.

I think that the beginning of season 2 should introduce the plot of Enid hiding her scars, maybe by growing her hair out more or maybe putting on way too much makeup or something like this. And then we need Wednesday to notice FUCKING IMMEDIATELY!!

And I don’t mean like, same day or anything like that. No, I mean IMMEDIATELY, okay? Like she enters Nevermore and Enid comes out to greet her with a hug, but Wednesday pulls back, not because of the hug, but because “Where are your scars?”

“Wh- what?”

“Your scars, from your battle with Tyler. You should be displaying them proudly, they are a symbol of your victory over that worthless scum. Where are your scars?”

And then we have Wednesday, throughout the season, trying to encourage Enid to show her scars. And perhaps, we even have a scene where Wednesday and Enid are in private and Enid isn’t hiding her scars. So Wednesday gets a complete view of them, and she decides to caress them carefully, trailing her fingers lightly across Enid’s cheek and forehead.

And Enid’s knees get weak, her eyes flutter closed as a deep rumble arises from her chest. “Wednesday…”

“Your scars, they are-” Wednesday hesitates, “They symbolize who you are, Sinclair. A survivor, a warrior. Don’t ever let the poison of others’ societal insecurities take this away from you.”

Enid opens her eyes and realizes she doesn’t see Wednesday, her roommate. She sees Wednesday, the girl she has longed to know and to protect. Enid sees Wednesday Addams, the girl who has put her life on the line for her time and again. Wednesday, who has become someone that Enid cannot imagine life without anymore. “You are too, you know? You’re so brave, Wednesday. And… you make me want to be brave too. So… don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not. Okay?”

“I will not… mi lobo,” Wednesday speaks with a softness that Enid now notices she’s only ever spared for her. Maybe… no, of course not. They’re just friends… really, really good friends.

So ummmm, oops. This got away from me a little bit… Anyway! You get my point! Wenclair should become canon through addressing Enid’s scars.

[tequiilasunriise]

After the trainwreck that was the Wednesday/Tyler/Xavier love corner, episode six gave us the Wednesday/Enid/Tyler love triangle (which Enid won by flexing her strength over Tyler and Wednesday’s gay little stare was hilarious). But homies, my third eye has opened because although Wenclair is my diehard ship and I still think Bianko (Bianca/Yoko) is super cute-

Wednesday/Enid/Bianca love triangle anyone???

🍿🍿🍿

[osnapitzjsa]

Reasons why I think wenclair might be canon in the future: When I first became obsessed with them 7 months ago I didn't think they would ever become canon but over the months several things have made me change my mind

First one is not that important but wenclair is by far the most popular ship in the show and even the cast, including Jenna (who is now an executive producer) and Emma, ship them.

They've hired queer people to work on season 2, including Angela Robinson: director of D.E.B.S and many episodes of the L Word.

If the leaks on Reddit are true, there are several things that point to wenclair potentially becoming a thing in the future (including Enid getting with Maxim because she craves affection that she's not getting from Wednesday) and we know their relationship will be a very important aspect of the show.

The OFFICIAL CANON novelization of season 1 is SO FUCKING GAY, not to mention the author is also queer (adding to the fact that they're actively hiring queer people to tell the show's story) and has written books with plenty of queer characters in them.

That's all I got, feel free to add more things in case I forgot something.