I loved this beautiful fanart from the Wednesday Addams series from Kianca's ship of the characters of Kent and Bianca Barclay together and above all because I love that in it we see how Wednesday is attacking her beloved Xavier but it also gives me tenderness how Wednesday is mercilessly tickling her boyfriend while on the other hand Xavier tries to escape from his girlfriend's tickling but it also gives me tenderness the way Xavier lovingly calls his beloved "Weds" but also because it is adorable how he is completely blushed and it seems that Wednesday is almost kissing his cheek in every possible way and all because I really would have liked to have seen them together for much longer in season 1 of above Wednesday Addams but despite that I still hope we can see them again in season 2 of above Wednesday Addams... sincerely
By the way, these beautiful fanart of them are not mine and the credits are not for me, but I will let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the real creator on Tumblr.
Xavier knew he was screwed as soon as she let herself in. Actually, he knew when he saw her sitting grumpily at lunch.
"Bad day?" He asked, eyeing her warily.
"Yes." Wednesday replied curtly, gathering up some of his paint and preparing a canvas.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No." The reply made him freeze for only a moment. He cleared his throat and watched, to his horror, as she set up her space directly next to his.
They painted in silence. To anyone else, it would seem like a nice scene. Just two friends, comfortable in each other's presence without need to speak.
For poor Xavier though, it was anything but comfortable.
His movements were stiff and his face was slightly pink. Every few seconds, his eyes were drawn in her direction. His nerves were buzzing as he waited for her inevitable attack.
During one of his passing glances, Wednesday looked at him slyly. He inhaled sharply, watching her closely. She deliberately reached for a thicker brush and wiggled her fingers before picking it up.
Xavier's eyes widened and he turned away immediately. What was he painting again? It was so hard to focus with her right there.
"Hm…" the evil Addams hummed, tilting her head. "Maybe…"
Her hand shot towards the boy, fingers formed into claws. He yelped and dropped his brush. His arms went down to defend and he closed his eyes, preparing for…
… nothing?
He carefully opened one eye, then his jaw dropped, offended.
She stood there, head cocked in confusion. Evidently, she was just being a little menace, for she had stolen his magenta paint.
"Hey!" He huffed, relaxing only a tiny bit. "I was using that!"
"No you weren't." She said, looking back at her own canvas. "You were too busy waiting for me to tickle you."
He spluttered, his face going scarlet. "Wha- no! I wasn't- why-"
She held a hand up and slowly turned to face him again. She hummed thoughtfully, her eyes going from her canvas to his face, then back to whatever masterpiece she was creating. Xavier peaked at it and saw that it was covered in a light, redish color.
"I've been having trouble with my background." She said, slowly putting her brush down. "I just can't seem to get the right shade of red."
Xavier looked like a deer in headlights. His own eyes tracked between her and her canvas. A shiver ran down his spine as she cracked her knuckles and stepped towards him. He, obviously, stepped back.
"I think," she said, a smirk growing on her lips, "if I can make you blush only a little more, your face will be the perfect reference…"
» summ: wednesday and enid spend a frigid evening in their dorm, pushing past the usual solitudes of winter
» characters: lee!enid + ler!wednesday [wenclair]
» word count: 2.1k
» warnings: [this is a tickle fic; if that’s not for you, scroll ❤︎]
“Ay de mí, llorona…llorona, tú eres mi chunca…”
The low voice of the woman that played from the record filled the room, as the staccato clicks of a typewriter methodically incited its own rhythm.
These implements didn’t deter Enid in the slightest, they were commonplace when Wednesday found herself buried beneath her own thoughts, typing every word her mind could muster. But a rather inconvenient winter storm had caught Nevermore by surprise, and until further notice, their heating system was under repairs. Huddled on her bed with at least five different blankets, Enid groaned with an irritated scowl. Wednesday paused her typing for a moment, lifting her head briefly. “If you’re cold, get more blankets.”
“I’m already using all of them!”
A few seconds of silence, then a stream of clicks continued. Enid sighed, sliding down the side of her bed, a shaggy pair of wolf ears emerged out from under her fleece beanie. “It is ridiculously cold—how can you focus on writing?”
“Physical environments don’t interrupt my train of thought.” She mumbled, her eyes remaining glued to the fresh sheet of paper that jerked upward. “Is this music really...y’know, motivational for your work?”
The clicks halted once more, Wednesday inhaling slowly. “It’s about love that can never be reached, and how once your heart shatters, there’s the unending feeling of misery.”
Enid snickered, climbing back on to the bed, “Okay, yeah—well, while you’re busy brooding over there, I’m getting warm.” Wednesday only shrugged her shoulders, and continued her work, while Enid huffed in disappointment, mumbling under her breath, “That was an invitation for cuddles–”
“I don’t cuddle.”
“But you said you liked the hug that one time?” Her tone wasn’t pushy, the last thing she wanted was to make Wednesday feel like she had to do something she didn’t want to. Wednesday paused again, her head movement almost resembling a faint nod.
“Well it's just like hugs! Just longer, and they’ll help you stay warm—especially now. Only if you wanna though!” Enid assured, awaited a further reaction, and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear once she saw Wednesday stand from her wooden chair. She’d turned with her arms folded, each breath leaving behind a translucent puffy cloud that faded as fast as it came to be.
“Only for fifteen minutes. I have to continue the latest subplot.”
Enid giggled with a wide grin, clearing the pillow and piles of blankets, and eagerly patted the spot beside her. “Oh look look! Y’know how ever since I wolfed-out I’ve gotten those weird headaches and back pains? Well—whaddya know!” She sat up with excitement, her shaggy ears perked up, covered in fur, accompanied by a fluffy tail that flicked into view. Wednesday didn’t reply right away, focusing on positioning herself comfortably in Enid’s blanket pile— then blinked with that same monotonous voice, “I thought your mom said they would go away after the first week.”
“They did go away—but now, I have these! Sick, huh?” She exclaimed, beaming at her newly acquired features. Wednesday nodded, finding herself bringing one of the blankets to her lap, appreciating the warmth of the fleece on her fingers. “God—Wednesday you’re freezing.” Enid’s words fell on deaf ears, the only thought racing in the other’s mind on repeat was a panicky what do I do now…
“Wednesday? You okay?”
Enid’s voice broke through her trance, as she blinked in confusion. “Hm? Yeah, I’m fine…just cold.” She gradually found herself leaning against the other, her sunset-colored sweater still smelled of fresh lilies and prairie grass. Something Wednesday couldn’t help but find comforting during this harsh winter.
“Yeah, no shit—you look a lil’ more half dead than usual.” A bit more bashful than she’d like to admit, Wednesday found herself at a loss for words. She’d never been this physically close with anyone, and the last thing she wanted was to do or say something wrong in front of Enid. Picking up on her sudden hesitance, Enid withdrew her hands, “We don’t have to—you can go back to writing, it's okay—”
“I’ve never done this before…sorry.” She admitted under her breath, averting eyes as she gazed straight ahead at her typewriter that sat patiently atop the table, awaiting her return. Enid’s expression softened, her ears drooping a bit as a faint red hue appeared across her cheeks. “Well, like I said earlier, it's a lot like hugging! You just, uh, can I…?” She outstretched her arms a bit with a small smile, awaiting her approval.
Wednesday turned to face her, and nodded slowly, leaning into her embrace with a slow but shaky exhale. Enid’s embrace was warm, like a cup of hot herbal tea after a stroll in the autumn rain. Noticing her lessened tension, Enid snuggled closer to her, smile only growing when she noticed Wednesday reciprocate the action, now both snuggled together underneath a pastel pink blanket.
“You don’t mind the color?” Enid inquired innocently, giggling when Wednesday gave her an amused scoff. “If I’ve been roommates with you since the beginning of the semester, I think I’ll be alright.” As Wednesday slowly allowed herself to warm up to the affection, she couldn’t help but find her mind wandering, how long would it be like this? How much longer did she have with her? Before she’d possibly realize–like so many others–that she might just never really cut out for this sort of thing?
It was Enid’s cheek nuzzling up against Wednesday’s that caught her off guard, an unmistakable blush dusted across her cheeks now. Enid failed to fight off that dorky smile, after she gave a few quick pecks to her cheek. And to her surprise, they both listened to the consistent stream of thumps against the wall, as her tail had begun to wag. Wednesday chuckled, which made Enid’s face practically burn with embarrassment as her eyes suddenly became fixated on the blankets next to her. “Th-That happens a lot more now—”
“I’m glad you’re happy.” Wednesday looked up from her lap to meet the eyes of the other, a small smile visible as she sat up a bit, “Y-Yeah—“ Enid’s dopey smile spoke louder than any sputtered words could, but was interrupted when suddenly a pair of lips gave her a quick peck. As if she hadn't melted into a puddle yet, Enid’s ears fell with a flustered squeak, as she sank into the mattress with her tail flicking from one side to the next. Wednesday only laughed as Enid brought her sweater over her face, her eyes peeking out a bit as the collar fell below her nose.
Wrapping her arms around her as Enid had done earlier, Wednesday couldn’t help but take notice of the way Enid jerked to the side abruptly, a giggly squeak escaping as she desperately tried to sit still. “What was..that?”
“What was what?” She replied back a little too quickly for Wednesday, who raised a brow with an amused smirk. “That, just now—what's wrong?” Enid only shook her head with a nervous smile, “Nothin’! Just, uh, cold.” She said a bit slower than usual, which only sparked Wednesday’s curiosity further. After a few moments of silence, which falsely persuaded Enid that she was in the clear—Wednesday conducted an experimental flurry of pokes to her torso, which as expected, earned a sudden fit of squeaky giggles. “Wednesdahay!”
“Hmm, ticklish?” Her question with the obvious answer only earned a flustered whine from the girl beside her, before she descended into another fit of giggles as fingers wandered over her sides. Enid could barely stop laughing to reply, her words turning into strings of giggly gibberish as Wednesday paused for the briefest moment, only to switch to scribbling over her stomach.
“If I didn’t know any better Enid, I’d think you might be enjoying this.” The unexpected teasing lilt in her voice only made Enid squeak out a “..w-what?!” before continuing her almost completely absentminded attempts to squirm away, which Wednesday caught sight of instantly.
“Are you even trying to stop me?” She mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips when she got a particularly high-pitched squeal, followed by a bubbly fit of laughter. It was also quite implausible for her not to notice Enid’s tail, which unapologetically swished back and forth. After a few more moments of Enid trying to hide her face behind her hoodie sleeves, Wednesday paused her attack, her eyes rising to meet Enid’s. “You’re mean–”
“I may be distant from a lot of emotions, but I think everyone knows that when a puppy’s tail is wagging, they’re experiencing some sort of joy or excitement.” She innocently smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eagerly awaited a reaction.
Enid only giggled a bit nervously as she attempted to pull her beanie over her head again, but her ears perking up only making it harder for her to convince Wednesday otherwise. She only stayed silent, but it spoke volumes, and her demeanor overall told Wednesday everything she needed to know. “You’re cute. Stop hiding your face.”
Blinking for a moment, Enid huffed with a wobbly smile behind her sweater collar that still shielded half of her face. “Am not—hey!” She squeaked out, as Wednesday resumed her attack, giving a few experimental squeezes to her ribs, and her laughter raising in volume was response enough to Wednesday’s occasional “Does this tickle?” that had Enid’s brain scrambling for a response.
The fact that Wednesday went from barely so much as hugging her to tickling her silly within ten minutes made Enid question if she was really as cold and heartless as everyone said. She had only seconds to ponder that however, before hands squeezing at her upper ribs made her unable to focus on anything but squirming away, this time half-heartedly swatting at the hands that were now delivering sporadic pokes and squeezes.
At this point, she’d lost any remaining control she had over her laughter, bursting into another fit of squeals as she jolted to the side. Wednesday raised a brow with a chuckle, “Hm, bad spot? Look, you’re actually fighting back now–” Something about her monotonous voice with the slightest teasing edge that should have made the teases less effective—but for some reason, worse.
Finally relenting, Wednesday withdrew her hands as a breathless Enid’s residual giggles died down, her cheeks still flushed bright pink. “Hmm, you’re cute.” Wednesday hummed, repeating herself from before as her eyes fell to Enid’s. Not seeking to make the same mistake twice, Enid only averted eyes with a bashful smile, her tail betraying her—once again thumping against the mattress.
With a small smile, Wednesday ran a hand through her hair, scratching behind a fluffy ear for good measure. “You’re…not cold and mean…” Leaning into her touch, Enid smiled up at her. “Well, not completely anyway. You gotta sweet side…” She teased, immediately sitting up with a wide nervous grin when Wednesday raised her hands again, fingers wiggling threateningly. “Nonono—stooop!” She whined with a few giggles of anticipation, the other slowly withdrawing again.
“I am cold.” Wednesday assured, interlacing her hands in her lap with a sigh. “I’m…glad you don’t see that, though.” A few moments of silence, Enid sat up, grabbing Wednesday’s hand in hers. “Wednesday…I know you’ve probably thought showing emotion and all that is a sign of weakness but… like, when I show my emotions around you that I can’t with anyone else, that's strength—that’s love.”
Wednesday still had her eyes locked in her lap, refusing to make eye contact, out of fear if she looked into Enid’s eyes and saw her sincerity, her true demeanor—that the dam would break. So instead she just nodded, rising to her feet and eyeing her typewriter.
“It’s been fifteen minutes.”
Enid blinked, before nodding quickly as she also rose to her feet beside Wednesday. “Oh yeah, yeah! You better, uh, get back to writing right?” She tilted her head slightly, trying to get a look at Wednesday’s expression, but no luck as she made her way towards her desk. The cold air already sending a shiver through her body, made Enid sigh.
But before she could turn back to her bed, a grip on her shoulders startled her—and to her surprise, a teary-eyed Wednesday gazing back at her, cupping her face in her hands before their lips met. Suddenly the novel wasn’t as important as it was just a short ten minutes ago, and she’d forgotten about the cold—barely even noticing the tears that trailed down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure if this was right, was this what love felt like?
Welp. The headcannons didn't help, so here's a fic featuring a tiny bit of ticklish!Wednesday and a lot of poor, ticklish!Xavier.
Enjoy!
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An Artist's Question
Xavier overhears and interesting conversation and can't stop focusing one thing: Is Wednesday Addams ticklish?
Xavier stared at the wall, barely listening to the teacher's monologue. No matter how much he tried, his mind always wandered back to that moment.
Earlier that morning, he accidentally eavesdropped on a secret conversation between Enid and Thing. He didn't mean too, they were just talking outside near wear his private studio was.
He had been walking back to school when he heard someone's voice. It sounded like Enid. He had planned to just sneak on by, but his attention had been diverted.
"C'mon, Thing. At least tell me where she's most ticklish!"
He had frozen in place. Of course, he hadn't thought they were talking about Wednesday.
"I swear, I will protect you from the scary, emo girl. Just tell me, please!"
He had snuck by after that. The conversation seemed too private so he had told himself that he'd stop thinking about it.
But, there he was. Thinking about it. A lot.
He drummed his fingers on his desk. Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? That did not fit at all. But then again… Enid wouldn't sound that desperate if it was false. And there was no way she would have known he was there since he made sure to stay downwind.
He sighed and turned back to the teacher. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to focus.
— — —
It was the end of the school day, and Xavier still couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, he started thinking about it more.
He was in his private studio, holding his paint brush. He was all set and ready to paint, but he just stood there. Frozen.
If Wednesday was ticklish, how ticklish was she? Where would she be ticklish? And, most importantly, what did her laugh sound like?
That question had been haunting him. There was no way for him to imagine her actually laughing. He couldn't even imagine her smiling. He'd seen her smirk, but never smile.
Would her laugh be loud or quiet? Would it be squeaky or giggly? Would she snort? Would she shriek or cackle?
His mind continued to run wild as he stared at his blank canvas. He probably would've stayed like that all night, if an odd twist of irony hadn't interrupted him.
He jumped as his door creaked open. He whipped around to see the source of his spiraling mind.
"Hello, Xavier." Wednesday said, just as mellow as always. "May I accompany you while you paint?"
He stared at her for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. "Uh… you can, but I don't think there'll be much painting today." He said sheepishly, putting his paintbrush down.
"Why not?" She asked, closing the door and letting herself into his studio.
"My mind isn't…" he stared at her. "Focussing really well today."
She looked back at him. He glanced away, and looked out the window.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, walking up to him. He looked back and swallowed as her dark eyes glared at him suspiciously.
"N-No reason!" He said, taking a step back.
"I think there is a reason." She stepped closer to him. "Tell me."
"I overheard Enid talking to Thing about how you're ticklish." He blurted out. He didn't know why, Wednesday just seemed to be able to pull the truth out of anyone.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "What?"
He stared at her, a grin pulling at his lips. "Wait… are you actually?"
"No." She said, folding her arms. "Enid was lying."
Xavier raised his eyebrows. "I don't think Enid is capable of lying. You are, though."
Wednesday stayed silent. That was all the confirmation Xavier needed.
"You're ticklish!" He said, laughing. "You, Wednesday Addams, are ticklish!"
"No, I'm not!" She argued, taking another step back. "I have no clue how you came to that false conclusion."
"Then, I can test it out, right?"
She seemed taken aback by this question. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Xavier smirked and approached her. She backed away. Soon enough, her back hit the wall.
Her eyes widened even more as he stopped in front of her. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to act.
"I will warn you as I have warned Enid." Wednesday whispered suddenly, her eyes darkening. "If you attempt to tickle me, I will return the attack back on you. Tenfold."
Xavier paused, weighing his options. Was it worth it?
…
It definitely was.
He shot his hand out, immediately latching onto her side. He squeezed a few times and her breath caught in her throat.
She grabbed his hand, her face flushing slightly, and tried to push it away. His grin widened and he grabbed her other side while she was distracted.
An odd, gasp left her lips and she buckled slightly. Her teeth clenched as she tried to twist away.
"Xavier Thorpe, stop!" She tried to say intimidatingly. But he could hear the slightest waver in her voice.
Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.
"What was that you said?" He teased, creeping his hands up towards her ribs. "Something about you returning it to me tenfold?"
Wednesday grabbed his arms and pushed them down. Her eyes were wide as they met his own.
"I guess ribs are bad, huh?" He asked, pushing against her grip. "Good to know."
The girl inhaled sharply, as if to brace herself, and let go of his hands. He instantly took advantage of it and pinched her ribs.
What sounded like a muffled squeak left her lips. She buckled, but not before digging her own fingers into his sides.
Xavier yelped and backed away on instinct, his arms wrapping around his midsection. He looked up and felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
Wednesday glared back at him. She stood tall, her hands poised and ready to attack. She showed no signs of ever almost laughing in the first place.
"Say your prayers, Xavier Thorpe." She said, low and menacingly, before darting at him.
Twas embarrassing to admit, but he did scream. He tried to run, but it was too late. His fate was already sealed with a black, vengeful glue.
As soon as his back was turned, hands latched onto his ribs, immediately tickling him to the ground.
He burst into laughter and kicked at her. She retaliated by kneeling onto his legs and clawing at his sides.
"WEHEHENDSDAHAHY!" He shrieked, thrashing on the ground.
"What?" She asked nonchalantly, spidering her manicured nails up his back.
"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!" He cackled out, trying to drag himself away. Unfortunately, Wednesday was heavier than she looked.
"Thank you for the apology, but I'm not stopping." She replied, digging into his armpits.
He screamed a high-pitched scream and clamped his arms to his sides. He tried to get up, but every time he was able to lift himself up, she just traced his back again and he fell back down.
"Where else are you ticklish, Mr. Thorpe?" She asked, poking at his hips.
The poor boy only shook his head, his face already red from laughing. His laughter shot up a few octaves as she pinched the back of his neck.
Her face fell into an evil smirk. "I see…" She mused, instantly spidering under his ear with one hand as the other squeezed his side. "Your neck seems especially sensitive."
He jerked away from the tingling on his neck, but she just switched to the other side. No matter how much he struggled, he could never get away.
"I am trained in many ways of torture." She said, sliding off him while continuing to torment his ribs. "Unfortunately for you and Enid, that includes tickling."
One of her hands shot down and scratched at the back of his knee. A snort flew out of his mouth as well as an ear-splitting shriek.
Wednesday flinched and her smirk turned into a massive grin. Obviously, Xavier couldn't see it cause he was too busy cackling his depressed lungs out.
"I do believe this may be your worst spots." She said, keeping the smile out of her voice. "Unusual, but sensitive nonetheless."
The artist slammed his hand on the ground as she targeted both knees, desperate for her to get the message. Luckily, she did.
She stopped tickling and stood up. Xavier fell limp and continued to giggle on the ground, his eyes closed with a few tears on his cheeks.
Wednesday couldn't help but smile endearingly down at him. This kind of state was rare to see in most people. It filled her with a kind of warmth she couldn't describe. It was the same warmth she felt after she tickled Enid to tears as well. And Eugene…
Catching herself, she forced the smile away and turned to grab the water bottle on his work bench. It did not matter what the feeling was. It was useless anyway.
She crouched next to his head and placed the bottle next to him. "I do hope you learned your lesson better than my insufferable roommate." She said after his breathing had slowed.
He sat up and took a sip of his water before looking at her, confused. "You mean Enid hasn't given up after that kind of torture?"
Wednesday sat next to him and shook her head. "She continues to persist in her attempts. I am starting to believe she enjoys tickling with how often I've had to exact revenge."
Xavier felt his face warm slightly. "That would be weird…"
"Not especially." Wednesday looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Most humans and non-humans alike seek physical closeness with one another. And it is normal for people to enjoy laughing. If you add those concepts together, it makes a lot more sense than other activities one might enjoy."
Xavier's face flushed and he turned away, chugging from the bottle. There was no way she knew, right?
Wednesday stood back up and brushed herself off. "I must be going now. My writing time is almost here." She said with a heavy sigh.
Xavier looked back up at her. "I thought you'd want to stay here? What with your persistent roommate and all."
Wednesday shrugged and carefully walked to the door. "My writing time is important. And I'm fully prepared to torment her. Again."
Xavier stood up. "But you've only been here for five minutes?"
Wednesday turned to him, the slightest of smirks on her face as she opened the door. "Perhaps… but maybe I was looking to tickle you the whole time. I do find enjoyment in tormenting others, after all."
Xavier's face flushed a bright red. Wednesday's smirk widened and she left, the door creaking behind her as her footsteps became quiet.
Xavier stood in the middle of the studio, his body still tingling from the recent attack on his nerves. His face slowly cooled down and his eyes widened in realization.
He just gave his secret away to the most skilled tickler in the school.
He turned to his canvas and picked up his paintbrush and began to paint with a bright red
He was so screwed.
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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?
The answer is: definitely.
I hope you enjoyed this fic and now I hope to finish what I've been trying to finish for months now.
Have a wonderful day/night and don't tickle Wednesday Addams. Or do, it's up to you. ;)
