#wenvier fanfic

[kumiho20]

[toocheesecakeparadise]

Wednesday: Did you cut yourself again?

(Xavier in a thick sweater and long pants)

Xavier laughing: No! why?😅

Wednesday: you are literally crying.

Wednesday(pulling him on her laps):WHERE.

*Xavier curling up in a ball and sob*

Xavier: on arms and ankles 😭

[waviermylove]

𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

|| pairing: Wednesday Addams x Xavier Thorpe

An extended version of Sweater Weather

Wednesday Addams studied her reflection in the full-length mirror, fingers deftly weaving the final strands of raven hair into a neat braid. The black sweater she wore hung to her knees, something she had taken from Xavier's dorm before they parted ways for winter break.

Of course, sentimentality had nothing to do with it. Wednesday was not that kind of girl.

She had chosen that particular garment purely for the convenience of concealing an assortment of lethal weapons within its sizable sleeves. No other reasons.

She inhaled the familiar scent that lingered on the sweater. It smelled of coffee, watercolor paints, and Xavier's cologne.

Her mind kept wandering to its owner.

Long hair that fell over his face, green eyes, the dimples that tickled her insides with a strangely pleasant warmth.

Wednesday realized that she missed him, more than she would ever admit out loud.

She picked up the phone he had given her. Quickly, she composed a text, fingers tapping on the screen with practiced precision.

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

A moment of hesitation before hitting send, her dark eyes fixed on the screen as she waited.

𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙒𝙚𝙣𝙨

He responded almost instantly. Her heartbeat accelerated ever so slightly as she saw his nickname for her appear on screen, which was followed by:

𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚?

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she typed back:

𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

Xavier's reply came back almost immediately, and she could practically hear his excitement through the words.

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣

Dots appeared in the text bubble below the previous message. She waited.

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Wednesday rolled her eyes, huffing out a little breath as her cheeks flushed pink.

Xavier Thorpe always had a way of making her uncontrollable of her body, even when he wasn't around.

[heyharoldsboo]

Chapter 11 of All my soul within me burning is already available! In this chapter: melting statues, psychic issues and posing.

[romancedream]

Chapter 1 of my regency era arranged marriage fic 💛

Please leave a comment and support me if you like it..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47199343

[heavenlyvixen]

New part added to my series.

[itsinmydunah]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe Characters: Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe, Enid Sinclair, Thing (Addams Family) Additional Tags: Wednesday makes him feel safe, because a 5'1" scary girl makes us all feel safe, Wednesday Addams is Bad at Feelings, Xavier is better at feelings but also a teenage boy, hobbies in camaraderie, Relationship Growth, exceptionally soft fic, enid is a good friend, The real MVP of this fic is Wednesday's cello, Thing ships it, Wednesday tries, Xavier sketches her when he manages not to just stare Summary:

Xavier is being romanced without even knowing it.

OR

A teenage boy may not be as good at picking up hints as one would think. Who can blame him when the object of his affection is Wednesday Addams?

[allthingswenvier]

The face Enid makes while she listens to Wednesday insist for the hundredth time she doesn’t have feelings for Xavier although the new girl who flirted with him mysteriously ended up in the hospital that same night.

[novemberwasgrey]

Just a little reminder to my mutuals that French is my mother tongue so I'm here if you ever need help for using it in your fanfics!

...am I saying this as subliminal message to influence my Jeankasa and Wenvier pals to write fanfics where they call each other cute pet names in French? Yes.

[psychic-refugee]

For @mermaid886

Theme: Practical Magic/Bloodline Curse

The Frump women were known to be powerful witches and utterly beautiful. Morticia Frump was no different.

She found love with Gomez Addams, and while she took his name and gave it to her children, the Frump bloodline would always win out and any child born of a Frump was considered a Frump to the small eastern seaside village of Jericho, Vermont.

She may call herself Morticia Addams, but the Frump women’s curse followed her still.

She loved Gomez deeply and passionately for ten years. He gave her two beautiful children, Wednesday and Pugsly. Both had the spark of magic and Morticia worried for them because despite three hundred years passing since the first Frump woman, Mortina Frump, the town still seemed fearful of anyone of Frump blood.

The curse came for Gomez one fateful night as he drove down a particularly treacherous and slick road.

Despite knowing of the curse and doing everything in her power to fight it, another man who knew a Frump woman’s love had succumb.

Morticia died of a broken heart.

Young Wednesday stood over their graves, her tears falling until they ran out. She promised herself,

“I will never fall in love. I will never have a family…the Frump women’s curse ends with me.”

Grandmama Frump and Pugsly were sad to hear such a thing from Wednesday, but neither could give comfort to the grieving girl.

As they got older, their powers emerged, proving their Frump blood. One night, Pugsly was unable to sleep and found his sister with a wooden bowl in the greenhouse.

She went from herb to herb and flower to flower, a plethora of flora they grew for their spells and cooking alike. She whispered her spell as she plucked a petal or leaf and placed it in her bowl.

She took the petal of a camellia flower and the bud off a willow branch:

He shall tower over me like a Willow His eyes will be as green as a rose leaf

She grabbed the entire head of a spider lily, and a black feather:

He will not fear the dark or things that crawl He will know the Raven’s Song by heart

She tore a petal of a katniss, and pinched the pollen of a dahlia:

He will be able to shoot an arrow backwards He will be able to draw my face even if he’s never seen me

She squeezed the seedpod of a poppy, and took the head of a black pansy:

He will whisper my name in his dreams and when he smiles, his dimples will melt my cold black heart

“I thought you never wanted to fall in love?” he questioned why his sister would invoke Amas Veritas, the most potent true love spell in their grimoire.

“I do not. This boy…this boy does not exist,” she had made sure to describe her perfect love, for the spell wouldn’t work if she wasn’t sincere. She had high, impossible standards and knew nothing would be able to thaw the coldness that had wrapped itself around her heart since their parents died. “If he does not exist, then I cannot fall in love. If I do not fall in love, then I will not have a family and I will not leave children to mourn me and their father…the curse ends with me.”

Pugsly fiercely missed their mother and father, he had seen the devastation that tore through their mother at the loss of their father. He didn’t think any of it fair, but there was nothing he could say.

Wednesday was right, the Frump women of their line were cursed, and it didn’t seem to go through the male line. The men also couldn’t pass on the magic, either.

He mourned for his sister, he mourned that the magic that endured for hundreds of years would end with them. A lone tear escaped his eyes as he saw his sister lift the bowl to be bathed in the light of the moon.

With her magic, the wind swept the petals and spell away on the cool spring air, swirling through Jericho until it was out of sight.

Wednesday didn’t know what happened to her spell, she assumed since the boy she described didn’t exist, it would simply be swept out to sea, to drown and take the future of their magic with it.

Unbeknownst to either sibling, the breeze carried the spell to the roof of a penthouse in New York City.

Little Xavier should have been asleep in his bed, but his father had missed his archery tournament, again. His father missed every important event in his life, even his birthday a few months ago.

He was too quiet, his eyes too intense, his smile too wide, he was a bit of too everything to make any friends at his school. He was lonely and desperate for a friend.

He even allowed the spider that made its home on the rooftop crawl upon his hand, and he had let it down on a drawing of a girl with pigtails with a raven on her shoulder.

“At least tomorrow is Wednesday,” he told himself. It was his favorite day of the week, he had no idea why, but he always looked forward to Wednesdays.

A nanny had one told him if she wished upon the first star he saw at night, it would come true.

So, the first star he saw when he looked up and whispered,

“I wish I had a friend, someone just for me.”

He was confused when he found himself showered with flower petals, and a raven feather had softly drifted down and landed in his hand.

He kept that feather for years, even when his father had courted a scandal so bad that they had to move to a seaside nowhere town in Vermont to lay low for his senior year.

The town was so small, that the only thing worth gossiping about were the Frump siblings,

“Wednesday’s a witch, so watch out,” Ajax, the boy assigned to show him around told him. “She’s actually really quiet and doesn’t bother most. I don’t even think she means to curse people. They just get on her nerves and her irritation is so great, they find themselves dropping dead for no reason.”

Xavier had no idea what to say to that, but he did wonder where the hell his father had moved them to.

It wasn’t until he met a girl who he thought only existed in his dreams, that he thought perhaps she did have magic as she certainly bewitched him with her dark eyes and berry bitten lips.

He couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when she looked him up and down, most were unused to seeing someone as tall as he at their age, and he grew concerned when she looked absolutely baffled and speechless at the sight of his dimples.

[kumiho20]

for those who will tell the exact date of the film "winter spring summer" I will post one more photo

[secretsofthemourning]

[waviermylove]

𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

<summary>

Xavier entertains his son and daughter with his art abilities. Pure fluff.

Part Ⅲ of Bundle of Woe

dedicated to @novemberwasgrey

Note: Esmeray is a name with the meaning "dark moon".

[heyharoldsboo]

Top 5 wenvier fanfics?

Top 5 finished wenvier fics in no particular order because I love all of these:

A Raven’s Scream by Miss_Arsenic

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain by yellowio_o

Sweet Nightmares are Made of This by the_retro_witch

Watching You by @heavenlyvixen

For the Rare and Radiant Maiden by drollicpixie

Bonus unfinished fanfic that is currently my re-read

Give me Woe by @mermaid886

[ao3feed-wenvier]

Show me you're shameless

by novemberwasgrey

Wednesday and Xavier are two dense idiots, Enid is a she-wolf genius and a good bestie, and Ajax just wants to avoid Wednesday’s wrath.

or how Enid came up with a plan to put them together and it worked.

Words: 2919, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wednesday (TV 2022)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe, Ajax Petropolus/Enid Sinclair

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Light Angst, Getting Together, First Kiss, Wednesday Addams is Soft for Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams is Bad at Feelings, Wednesday Addams Has Feelings, Xavier Thorpe is Whipped, Good Friend Enid Sinclair, Enid takes some drastic measures, but she has good intentions, meanwhile Ajax is terrified, Out of Character Wednesday Addams, she cries that's the main ooc/angsty thing she does in this, Wednesday jumps to conclusions (as usual)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53139661

[heavenlyvixen]

New part to my “Spirit that Walks in Shadow” series is up. Check it out.