#wenclair fluff

[nabikyu]

Gentle bite

[emethyst18]

today’s offering 🖤🤍

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Red

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Summary: Wednesday never lets anything get under her skin, except of course her girlfriend Enid Sinclair. Much to Wednesday's dismay, the werewolf loves making her girlfriend blush.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff and ooc Wednesday

Inspired by pixels.on.a.screen on instagram, ofc. The bold text is courtesy of her gorgeous creative brain

Wednesday always prided herself on being unemotional. She always had a stoic expression on her face, and she didn't let things get under her skin. She didn't care about anyone other than herself, she had no friends, and she definitely never fell in love.

Well, until now of course.

And with someone such a polar opposite to herself at that, she could nearly throw up at the irony. Enid Sinclair, the color loving extrovert with an inclination for physical touch. Everything Wednesday despised. But oh, how she loved her.

Unfortunately for Wednesday, Enid adored pushing passed Wednesday's well crafted walls and proving that the brunette did in fact have feelings. Wednesday kept up the facade as well as she could, but she was only so strong to the werewolf's charm.

"Wenny come here." Enid drawled from where she sat at a lunch table. She offered Wednesday a broad grin as she opened her arms and beckoned her girlfriend closer. Wednesday rolled her eyes.

"I don't respond to ridiculous nicknames such as that." The brunette protested, yet her actions said otherwise. She walked over to Enid, staring down at her with a rather unimpressed look. The blond giggled, wrapping her arms around Wednesday's waist and tugging the girl closer.

"Baby, do you wanna go to town after class today and have a little date? Just the two of us?" Enid asked, batting her thick eyelashes up at the brunette, giving Wednesday her best puppydog eyes.

"I suppose it wouldn't be a terrible idea... So long as it doesn't infringe on my writing time." Wednesday said with faux reluctance, looking away from Enid's smile with a faint blush. She could hardly stand it when Enid looked at her like that, with those big blue eyes and that cute smile.

"Awesome! I can't wait! Should we wear our snoods?" Enid asked excitedly, her hands playing with the hem of Wednesday's blazer. Wednesday shot her a weak glare.

"Don't push it." She snarked, causing Enid to giggle. The sound elicited a disgusting response from the ravenette, causing her heart to skip a beat and for a flush to adorn her cheeks.

"Aww, please? I wanna take selfies at the cafe." Enid pleaded with an exaggerated pout. Wednesday forced herself to look away, drawing her lips into a thin line as she tried to find the resolve to tell Enid no.

She didn't get much time to pluck up the nerve, since Enid surprisngly pulled Wednesday down into her lap. The shorter girl shot her hand out and gripped Enid's shoulder in surprise, looking at the blond with wide eyes. The werewolf simply giggled at Wednesday's surprise, leaning forward to place a small kiss to the tip of her nose.

"You know Wednesday, for someone who loves black so much, I think red looks best on you." Enid teased with a smirk, gently tracing the blush on Wednesday's face with her fingers. Wednesday swallowed thickly, trying to meet Enid's gaze but being unable to.

"I am entirely sure that I have no idea what you mean." Wednesday replied stiffly, glancing at Enid out of the corner of her eye to see the girl beaming at her. Enid lets out a small giggle, placing a chaste kiss on Wednesday's lips before pulling away and loosening her grip on her girlfriends waist, giving her the opportunity to leave if she wished. Wednesday stayed put, settling more comfortably on Enid's lap.

"Whatever you say sweetheart." Enid teased, purposefully using a petname that she knew Wednesday despised. The brunette shot her a glare and rolled her eyes. She absentmindedly fixed the lapels of Enid's blazer, choosing to redirect her attention.

"Alright. Well." She paused, glancing up at Enid's face to find the girl already staring at her attentively. She felt a hot flush run over her entire body at this, and she swallowed almost nervously. Of course she wasn't actually nervous, or flustered, or anything of the sort. She was Wednesday Addams, and Wednesday Addams didn't have feelings.

"I shall pick you up at the fountain after my writing hour and take you on that date." Wednesday declared, gazing down at Enid's perfect features. Her sweet smile, the slight pink tint of her blush, the way her lips looked so enticing.

"Alright! See you then Willa." Enid replied quickly with a grin, noticing Wednesday's intense gaze roaming her features. She relished the attention, but more so she relished in the fact she could make her girlfriend so flustered.

With that, Wednesday got to her feet and straightened her skirt before turning to Enid one final time, bending down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. "I love you, cara mia." Wedneday murmured against Enid's lips, causing the blond to blush crimson, grinning up at her girlfriend.

"I love you too Wednesday." She responded earnestly, her face nearly aching from how she smiled. She noticed a small smile tug at Wednesday's lips before the girl stood up and hastily walked away, heading towards her next class.

Wednesday Addams always prided herself on being unemotional. She didn't let things get under her skin, she didn't care about anyone other than herself, and she definitely never fell in love. Except one time, with a girl named Enid Sinclair.

And oh, how she loved her.

a/n this was corny asf

[magy-ish]

Happy (late) Valentine’s Day!

Shy Wednesday trying her best to romance an outgoing and already-very-touchy Enid

[caitlynscat]

Enid: Who is Wednesday talking to?

Bianca: New student. I think she’s a psychic. Named Luna.

Yoko: She’s cute. And she’s blonde. The only other blonde girl in Nevermore.

Wednesday and Luna are talking and laughing.

Enid:

Enid: I don’t like her.

[jojojoy1]

Wednesday: *bursts into room, starts panicking*

Enid: What happened?

Wednesday: No one died.

Enid: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT

[rachelsfav-queer]

I wanna see some fluff with wenclair

Like, one totally normal day, the two girls are hanging out in their dorm together. Enid’s got a little setup so she can play Minecraft on her PlayStation (superior console duh) on a good sized tv. Meanwhile, Wednesday’s trying to write but she’s hopelessly distracted by her girlfriend in the background. Not that Enid’s doing anything actually distracting, it’s her simply existing and being herself that has captured the seer’s attention.

For a moment, Wednesday turns in her chair to watch Enid playing, the werewolf too enveloped in playing to notice her, or so Wednesday believes. After a few minutes of longing staring, Enid chirps, “Hey Willa! You wanna join?” without turning back to the raven.

Wednesday blushes lightly at being caught, but quickly replies, “I have absolutely zero interest in playing this childish game, Enid,” despite having played it multiple times before, sometimes even without Enid.

Enid hums at her girlfriend’s defensive response and says, “Oh, okay! Do you wanna watch me play, then? You can sit on my lap!” Enid sings in an enticing tone. She knows very well her girlfriend’s weak spot for sitting in her lap and being held by her.

Wednesday barely tries to hide her excitement at the opportunity to sit in Enid’s lap. Although she definitely could do it whenever she wants, Enid has said so multiple times, Wednesday is still not great with affection. She still struggles a bit with asking for what she wants and needs. But whenever Enid offers up affection, Wednesday doesn’t let any opportunity go to waste. So Wednesday goes to sit on Enid’s lap, snuggling up close to her taller girlfriend.

Enid wraps her arms tightly around Wednesday, tight enough that to anyone else, they’d feel like they were suffocating. But Wednesday adores the pressure and revels in the feeling of Enid surrounding her. It’s perfect, it’s everything she ever wants.

Wednesday pays close attention to what Enid’s doing in the game for a while, but eventually grows bored. So instead, she shifts herself a bit so she can curl up against Enid’s front, making her seem even smaller than she already is. Grabbing Enid’s loose, bright pink shirt, Wednesday slowly closes her eyes and just lets herself relax. Enid continues holding her tight and Wednesday knows that nothing can harm her here.

She knows that there’s no Hyde, no ancient, racist pilgrim, nor any backstabbing traitorous teacher that can touch her here. And none of the cruel hearted words that everyone spits in her direction outside the dorm matter here. People who will never understand her, who will never even try, they mean nothing and their harmful words can’t bother Wednesday now.

Wednesday is safe in Enid’s arms and that’s the one thing she’s been missing for all her life. She’s not felt truly safe in years. But now, she is. Wednesday is finally, finally safe and it’s all because of Enid. Enid, who swore on that terrible night that no one would hurt Wednesday ever again. Enid, who’s known Wednesday inside and out for almost the entire time they’ve known each other. Enid, Wednesday’s protector.

Wednesday easily falls asleep all cuddled up against her girlfriend, nothing to fear and no reason to keep alert for any threats. She sleeps soundly, just as she always does whenever sleeping next to Enid. She knows that Enid will keep her safe, she doesn’t need to keep herself safe anymore. Wednesday is well protected now.

Before she drifts off to slumber, Wednesday hears only one thing, the voice of her favorite person in the world. She hears Enid whisper with love and adoration dripping in her tone,

“Que duermas bien, mi pequeña luna. Te amo bebé.”

End <3

[weissaddams]

Sent you a link. :)

Whatever She's Comfortable With

If We Make It Through December

Of Rationality and Reason

Please Leave Your Headphones In So I Can Confess My Love to You

Five Times Enid Doesn't Understand what Wednesday is Saying and One Time She Does

Hopeless Woemantics

Vexing Cyphers

Keep It In My Chest

You Drew Stars Around My Scars

 And I Couldn't Say I Could (But I Would If You Wanted Me To)

Premonition's Embrace

An Extremely, Definitely, Completely, 100% Intentional Confession

Inconvenient at Most

Wait, You’re Not Dating?

Just Don’t Wake Her

Silence

You've Got the Magic Touch

Being Unequally Yoked

The Tell-Tale Heart

That Damned Bag

Sunshine and Cynicism

You're A Gazelle, I'm A Wounded Fawn

Kiss and Tell

Crescents on your fingertips (cradled in your palms)

Sleep Schedules

The Difference

Who Loves The Sun?

Rewind

Reset

THANK YOU @jjlover01

[chiri-thingz]

Wenclair kisses!!

[usiel21]

World of Tanks: Wenclair Edition. I.E Enid fat shames a Tank.

Enid: Hi Wends! (Waving at her with a controller in her hands) Wednesday: What are you doing? Enid: I'm playing World of Tanks, Yoko got me into it, i'm not really good but it's fun! I know this week has been stressful do you wanna sit and chill with me? (Giving Wednesday puppy dog eyes.)

Wednesday: Hmm i will admit this week has been stressful, but in an hour it will be my writing time. I will stay until then. Enid: Yay!

(Spongebob French accent announcer dude) Two hours later...

Wednesday: (Gripping the back of Enid's chair tightly, braids askew with stress) Enid you know you cannot penetrate an 0-I with a KV-1's 85mm, are you insane? Retreat damn it.

Enid: I know i'm sorry! But this tank is so damn big and slow!

Wednesday: (With narrowed eyes) Oh so you're fat shaming the tank now? Enid: Well it is!

Wednesday: (Leaning in and pointing) Flank him, flank him! The O-I's armour is weaker on the side! Enid: I know but his tank is too frigging big! Wednesday: So you're fat shaming HIS tank now?

Enid: (Growling) I'll do more than fat shame it!

Wednesday: (Growing hot) (Muttering) Oh mi amore... (Enid's bright purple and blue camo KV-1 blows up after another shot failed to penetrate it's armour.)

Wednesday: Wednesday: Give me that infernal control device. Enid: (Growling possessively) Get your own Addams!

Wednesday:

Wednesday: (Narrowed eyes) I'll show you Sinclair...

(Spongebob French accent announcer dude) One week later...

(Yoko and Divina's dorm)

Yoko: Uh you're not gonna be break my Xbox are you?

Wednesday: Of course not, I learned everything about programming this past week.

Yoko: Oh okay, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.

Wednesday: (Muttering) I'm gonna show that stupid blonde pink and blue wolf... (Slaps plug into the wall with more force that needed)

Yoko: Wait what do i even get out of this?

Wednesday: A hacked version of the game with every tank. Now both of you be quiet I need to concentrate. I have hacked this console so that when i am logged into the game on this new account i will be dragged into every lobby that Enid enters.

(A loading screen appears showing the map, objective and finally loads in showing Wednesday's tank. A jet black O-I)

Wednesday: Oh and wherever she is on the map.

(Enid's bright blue and purple KV-1 pop's into view as she comes into range)

Wednesday: (Smirking) Ah there you are Sinclair...

(Enid fires a shot from her tank, the shot bounces off harmlessly.)

Wednesday: Oh my sweet Enid, you never learn.

(Enid starts to retreat as Wednesday advances)

Yoko: (Look at Divina with shock) (Mouthing incredulously) My sweet Enid...? (Divina merely shrugs but her smile is beaming)

Wednesday: (Smirk growing wider) And so the wolf has become the prey.

(Wednesday proceeds to fire a shell roughly every thirty seconds at Enid's KV-1 with absolute glee vs every four seconds from Enid's KV-1, every shot bouncing off. Until Enid's tank is nothing but a smouldering wreck and out of the match.) Yoko: (Whispering conspiratorially to Divina although Wednesday can hear it too) Do you think Enid knows?

OH FUCK YOU WEDNESDAY ADDAMS!!!

Divina: (Snorting) Oh she knows.

(Wednesday's username? HowdySinclair)

(The door bangs open, it swings all the way round before banging into the wall. Standing in the doorway is one Enid Sinclair, her hair is ruffled and hanging down in her face, her chest is heaving with anger.

Enid: (Growling) I'm going to kill you! (Pointing a clawed hand at her)

Wednesday: (Smugly and Smirking) Funny, my tank seems to be perfectly intact and undamaged.

(Enid lets out a ferocious roar and charges the Addams heir, tackling her onto the bed, there was a moment of shocked silence, eyes moving rapidly between both girls before Wednesday closes the gap between them with a blurring speed and pressing need, capturing the angry werewolf's lips with her own. The werewolf is growling as she deepens the kiss, sliding effortlessly into Wednesday's lap, arms wrapping around her possessively and biting down on Wednesday's lip)

Yoko:

Divina:

Yoko: I can't even with these two anymore.

Divina: It's sweet.

Yoko: It's disgusting and it's on my bed!

Wednesday: (Breaking away, even more smugly) Still want to kill me? Enid: (With a snarl and growl) Shut up!

Wednesday: (Smirking) Make me Sinclair.

(Enid is the one this time to aggressively kiss the seer. Effectively shutting her up.)

Enid's Purple and Blue KV-1

[nabikyu]

"Oops"

Sorry, aparently I can't draw a wet werewolf. This is was molding in my gallery btw

I tried to fix some things before posting it, not sure if it really worked

Oh, please, can we have Wednesday using eyeliner? 🥹

[rando360ina03]

Just another day~!

ENID: wens! Have you seen the plush Ajax bought me?

WEDNESDAY: no I haven seen that thing

ENID: this sucks! Ajax got me that

WEDNESDAY: oh how tragic-

EARLIER THAT DAY:

WEDNESDAY: thing bring me the lighter

*thing proceeds to bring a lighter

[eufezco]

Best Friend!Vampire!Reader and Tyler love to gossip, and they're the biggest Wenclair fans

You always come into the Weathervane and sit on the same table. Your eyes are wide open and your eyebrows are arched looking at Tyler. He looks at you in the same way, needing only that look on your face to know that you have some good gossip to tell him. You wait for him until his break. Your legs bounce under the table because you can't wait longer to tell him. Tyler is serving the table next to you and his eye involuntarily moves to you.

"Bianca and Xavier." You mumble and Tyler gasps 'oh my god'. He quickly glances at the clock on the wall to see how long it was before his break.

He prepares yours and his favorite drink and he is ready for you to tell him everything you knew. He's so into what you tell him, always wanting to know more.

"I think it's his fault. He's always in a bad mood. She must have gotten tired."

"No way. Bianca seems to be so self-centered. It's very clear that he has broken up with her because everything is always about Bianca."

"No. You don't understand. Like, he's super weird. It's definitely not because of her."

Tyler always brings to the table the latest news about everyone that visits the Weathervane. Being a part-time barista had to have something good. But nothing compares to what goes on in Nevermore.

"Ajax dumped Enid last night."

"No." Your friend couldn't believe what he was hearing. You nodded and took a sip of your cup of hot chocolate.

"She came to Ophelia Hall crying and said she didn't want to hear from him anymore."

"Poor Enid."

"I know, right?"

You both took a sip of your drinks at the same time.

Two days after that, you entered the Weathervane and he was on the other side of the bar, getting ready someone's coffee. You leaped on the bar, almost jumping to the other side of it, your hands holding your weight and your sudden move almost ruining Tyler's heart on the milk. You frowned after noticing. For whom he was drawing hearts on the coffee besides for you?

"They were kissing."

Tyler stopped what he was doing to look at you.

"Who?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Ajax and Enid."

"She said she was over him!" He said loud enough for everyone in the cafe to remain silent.

"I know! Wednesday and I went into our dorm and they were there! Almost eating each other!"

Tyler was shocked. "Wednesday saw them?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded.

"And what did she say?"

"She said nothing, she just turned around and left."

"Oh, that's bad."

You agreed with him. This was your favorite thing to talk about. He was best friends with Wednesday. You were best friends with Enid, and you shared a dorm with both of them. You always had something new to tell each other, even if it was that they exchanged a longer gaze than usual, or that they slept together that night.

You lived for both of them.

"Wednesday needs to confess."

"She will rather die than do that."

"I know, but she needs to do it. She can't lose Enid like that." After that, Tyler tried to talk with her friend about it in the most subtle way he could. But maybe telling her that when you have feelings for someone the best thing you can do is to tell them before it's too late wasn't a good idea because Wednesday answered him with a:

"Then what are you waiting for, Tyler. Xavier is getting really close to y/n now that he's single." And she left Tyler there, with his knees almost giving up at what she said to him.

The next day instead of sitting in front of you at the table, Tyler sat next to you. It was intoxicating how close he was to you, his warm arm against your cold one, and Tyler showing you photo on his phone.

"Oh my god–"

"I know." He answered you.

Wednesday took that photo herself in the full length mirror of your room. Enid was kissing Wednesday's cheek. Wednesday was being kissed. That could only mean one thing. There was a text message under the photo. "Your turn, loverboy." Tyler quickly scrolled and hid the message, but it was too late because you already read it. You wished Wednesday was talking about you but you couldn't help but think about that coffee with a heart that he was making the other day.

"Did Wednesday tell you anything about it before she sent you that photo?"

"Of course not! I would've told you! Did Enid tell you anything? Did you know about this?"

"No! How would I know?"

There was a pause.

"So, it's like official? Are they are dating?" Tyler asked.

"Apparently."

"No not apparently." Enid talked behind you too. You and Tyler turned around immediately after. The two girls were holding hands. Enid more radiante than ever, on her tiptoes and doing little jumps of joy. Wednesday by her side, her fingers intertwined with Enid's. Still looking unbothered and apathetic but with a little sparkle in her dark eyes. She was looking at both of you dead in the eyes when she talked.

"You should stop sticking your noses into other people's lives and confess once and for all that you have feelings for each other."

[kats-fic-recs]

Pomegranate

“What?” Enid asked, her brow furrowed. She ate her own handful of pomegranate seeds, humming delightedly.

Wednesday usually preferred the sounds of pain and fear – like that special little noise Pugsley would make when she had him strapped to the stretching rack – but this was nice too.

Maybe even better.

A trail of juice ran down Enid’s chin. It looked like blood. She was glorious.

“Did you seriously just call Addams over here with a shout and a wave just so she could get a treat from you like some kind of dog? And she went along with it?”

OR

In which Enid is Pavlov and Wednesday is one of her well-trained dogs.

[i-cant-even-function]

Delivery for Enid Sinclair

A little 2am fic I threw together based on a very sparse prompt from my girlfriend. I don't know proper formatting etiquette on Tumblr so I hope this works out.

Spoilers for Wednesday (2022). Like, right off the bat. Don't even read the second sentence if you haven't finished it yet. Seriously.

Summary: Enid is worried Wednesday left for summer break already, but Wednesday has just been busy.

Word count: 1954

minor divergence from canon where they stayed for the rest of the school year, I guess

~~~~~~~~

Honestly, Enid was glad the school year was over. After a disastrous and taxing rollercoaster of a social life followed immediately by a centuries old white supremacist returning from the dead thirsting for genocide and a violent transition into her own as a fully fledged werewolf only to immediately fight for her life against a rampaging Hyde, she was ready for some relative peace and quiet on the sunny beaches of California. She was excited to return to her brightly furnished room at home with the rest of her stuffed animal collection, see her youngest siblings, and soak in the sweet summer rays while exploring the ever changing streets of her hometown, but the cons weighed heavily on her as well. Being home meant being unable to avoid the increasing expectations of her family (No mom, i'm not competing in the werewolf games at the family picnic. Because I don't enjoy rolling around in the mud and ripping the heads off wild animals, that's why), being away from her motley crew of friends, and…well, not being able to see her for an entire summer.

Enid looked around her attic double. Her side of the room was still, frankly, a wreck. It seemed that no matter how much she stuffed into her steamer trunks, there was another stack of jackets or an unreasonably warm quilt to pack away. Wednesday’s side of the room was, in all ways, the opposite. Her luggage was uniformly stacked by her bed, as neat and composed as she was. Where Enid’s side was still draped with every color of the rainbow, Wednesday’s sparse, monochromatic decorations were cleared from every surface she had deemed worthy of their placement. Enid hadn’t even seen her pack. It seemed as if overnight her roommate simply evaporated, leaving only a few trunks and boxes as condensation. Even Thing was noticeably absent. Though she hadn’t caught onto this being the reason why, Enid’s departure from Nevermore was considerably hampered by the distress of Wednesday possibly leaving without saying goodbye. Had she already been picked up, leaving her things to be collected by her odd, zombie-esq butler ? Sure, she had slept in till 11, but after all they’d been through this year Enid thought she meant a little more to her misanthropic roommate.

“I don’t even know if she wants to fill out next year’s housing form together…” She muttered sadly to a stuffed unicorn, holding it by its little chubby cheeks.

“It’s okay Enid” She said in a ridiculous voice, bouncing the doll around as if alive. “You know how she is. I bet she left you a trail of clues to solve that will spell out how she feels about you in no unclear terms”

She scoffed, packing the unicorn away. ‘No unclear terms’ was clearly a sin in the Addams’ household. Wednesday’s vernacular was strictly Victorian-era serial killer. Everything she said was a cutting remark, a blade made of dictionary definitions and honed with 16 years of sarcasm. She had seen teachers and peers alike grow increasingly frustrated while verbally fencing with her, and as someone who valued honesty, as someone who valued kindness, as someone who valued integrity…

…well, she was unwittingly enamored by it. When she had looked up “indelible” in the dictionary, she spent that whole night staring at the ceiling, listening to Wednesday’s nearly imperceptible breathing, thinking about it. Thinking about her. The mark you have left on me is indelible. God, she couldn’t have dreamed of better poetry.

Which is perhaps why she felt so miserable that she was missing. That and the fact that if she didn’t see Wednesday soon, they wouldn’t see each other for months. Wednesday didn’t even have a phone, so they wouldn’t be able to text or call or facetime, and Enid wouldn’t be able to stalk her on Instagram or anything !

She uses her typewriter a lot though. You could send each other letters, sealed with wax and a kiss, like sappho and her friend~

Enid shook her head, clearing the blush she felt rising to her cheeks and stuffing some skirts and leggings into her already cramped trunks. It would probably fit better if she folded them, but she was in no mood, dammit !

She had fully dismantled her decorations and almost finished packing the last of her clothes when she heard the door open and quickly shut behind her. She whipped around and was quite surprised to see no one there until her eyes drifted down and she spotted Thing tapping happily on the floorboards.

“Oh. My. GOD.” She squealed at the sight of him. He was wearing the cutest little delivery man hat, perfectly adorned on his wrist-stump, and had several silver rings on his fingers. Around his…neck ? I guess…was a small card on a gold ribbon. Enid got down low on her haunches as he scampered up to her, tapping out his message.

“A delivery ? for me ??” Enid could barely contain her delight at the little man’s cute outfit, but brought herself to her senses when he (with great difficulty) tapped the card tied to him. She carefully removed it and flipped it over.

To Enid Sinclair: May these flowers remind you of the death and destruction we caused together as they wilt and die despite whatever futile attempts are made to preserve them.

-Wednesday Friday Addams

“Flowers !?” Enid scanned around eagerly for Thing’s delivery, but he tapped furiously on the ground to reclaim her attention and pointed at the door. She could barely contain herself as she rushed across the room and yanked open the door, expecting a little arrangement placed on the ground. Instead, she found herself looking at a very familiar pair of black platforms. She followed them up until they all but disappeared behind an enormous vase filled with a carefully crafted bouquet. Alternating black and white flowers of a species which she could not name encircled a marvelous center of pink roses. Hidden behind the spectacle came a beautifully monotone voice.

“We would have been more timely, but Thing insisted on getting dressed up.”

Enid was visibly shaking. She carefully took the vase from the pale hands that carried it, revealing Wednesday Addams, looking anywhere except for at Enid. She was speechless as she stepped to the side, allowing her thematic opposite to enter the room. They stood like that, a few feet apart in silence, for several agonizing seconds. Finally, Wednesday looked up from the floor.

“You are crying. Why ? I thought you liked…stuff like this.”

Enid shook her head, setting down the flowers and wiping the long sleeves of her thneed-like sweater across her eyes.

“I do, I do, I swear, I just…” She petered out with a sniffle, overcome with a slurry of emotions. 

Wednesday Addams hadn’t left her behind. In fact, she got Enid a present. Not only did she get her a present, she got her a present she thought Enid would like. Not only did she think Enid would like it, it was a beautiful bouquet of subtext laden flowers. Enid felt like she was going to explode.

“I can get different ones, I'm sure the florist is still suitably threatened. I can be back within the hour. Don’t leave.”

Wednesday turned on her heel for the door, but Enid caught her wrist as she reached for the knob.

“No ! No please, just let me get my shit together. I…I love them so much, you don’t even know.” She let out a wet laugh, getting choked up on the last several months of pining. Wednesday looked up down at the hand holding her wrist, then up at the blonde. Her eyes were impossible to meet, but Enid did it anyway. They were absolutely gorgeous, and she could swear that she could see the cogs turning in Wednesday’s head as she tried to navigate such a deeply human interaction.

“Would…would it, perchance, be helpful, if…” Wednesday let out a little sigh, steeling herself. “Would you. Like a hug. From me.”

Enid nodded furiously, nearly bursting out in tears once more. She literally couldn't even as she draped her arms around the shorter girl’s shoulders and squeezed. Wednesday was stiff in her embrace, her arms awkwardly placed around Enid’s back, but she relaxed as the hug lengthened. Enid could feel Wednesday press her face into her chest, resting her forehead on Enid’s shoulder, and those pale hands found purchase in the fuzzy pink sweater. This time, there was no blood. No open wounds from knives or claws. No adrenaline from defying death. No spectating masses. Just them.

“Okay that’s enough.”

They separated, Enid taking a respectful step back, but found that Wednesday had let her hand retain its grip on Enid’s. 

“Thank you Wednesday, this really means a lot to me.”

Wednesday looked uncomfortable, looking at the ground once more, scanning for something to focus on. Enid could only look at her with the softest of smiles.

“You…don’t have to hold my hand if you don’t want to. I’m okay, really, just moved.”

“No.” Wednesday said stiffly. “I want to want this. This is both research and experimentation, and I’ve already procrastinated it long enough, so this is what we’re doing. For now.”

Enid couldn’t help but laugh at her determination. Her hand was honestly cold and a little clammy, but it was a nice, sincere sort of clammy.

“Well I like it. A lot, actually. But there’s no rush, yaknow. We could just sorta take it slow, see what works ?”

Wednesday took a step forward, leashing Enid closer with what quickly became an iron grip. It felt like Enid blinked and Wednesday had closed the gap between them, looking up at her with those stupid, beautiful, inquiring eyes. They were scanning her, reading every inch of Enid’s face as she quickly became a bright red. With her other hand, Wednesday reached up and traced the scars on her face from her fight with the Hyde. The fight to protect her.

“Right. Slow.”

Enid was going to faint. She had gone from believing she was but a memory Wednesday had left behind to kissing her softly in the room they had shared all year. It felt as though the clouds had parted and a beam of celestial light was shining on them through the spider webbed window at the other end of the room. Time stood still, not daring to interrupt the inscrutable Wednesday Addams as she explored this unknown territory, and yet it was still over too soon.

“Interesting.” She said as she came down off her tiptoes. Enid was downright woozy as Wednesday no longer anchored her to the spot.

“Jeepers…” She said dreamily. After kissing someone who regularly used chapstick, it made sense why her kisses with Ajax had needed so much extra spice. She regained her footing, if not her composure, and addressed the Addams.

“So, does this mean- HEY” 

Wednesday was writing something down in a black leather notebook. Enid planted her fists firmly on her hips, taking on a scolding tone that was a little too much like her mothers.

“Are you taking NOTES !? Do NOT tell me this was just for your book !”

Wednesday snapped the notebook shut, wrapping the elastic around it to keep it closed.

“Of course I'm taking notes. What part of research and experimentation was unclear. And it’s obviously not for my book, Viper would never be so easily distracted by a love interest.”

Enid was about to fire back a retort, but something tripped her up.

“Love interest ?”

Wednesday nodded and took a slip of paper from her pocket. She held it out to Enid, revealing her new phone number.

“If that is what you would like to be.”

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Enid: *wakes up in the morning*

Wednesday: *standing really close to her* hi.

Enid: The world better not be ending.

Wednesday: Xavier is bald and apparently, Ajax has a bad boy complex. Help.