#wenclair angst

[noirangels77]

I know this is a dead meme from two years ago ago but I’m reviving it anyway

[sunnyclouds-art]

Wednesday telling Enid she swore off dating this semester right after Enid realizes she's a lesbian and into her 🙂‍↕️

Enid trying to move on and attempting to date girls for the first time and Wednesday being jealous but forcing herself to focus on the case instead 🙃

[wednesdaysswoes]

Premonition II

pairing : Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

synopsis : Wednesday finally suffers the realization that Enid won’t be at her beck and call for forgiveness.

🕊️

Morning at Nevermore broke damp and gray. Fog clung to the quad, swallowing the spires until the whole school looked half-buried in cloud. Students moved sluggishly across the courtyard, whispers trailing behind them about the events at Rotwood’s grave, about curses broken and near-misses that would surely fossilize into rumor.

Enid Sinclair, normally the axis of color and chatter in any room, looked washed out in the light. She sat hunched on the stone steps outside the dorms, a half-eaten croissant drooping from her hand. Her hair was untamed, her clothes rumpled in a way that had nothing to do with fashion and everything to do with neglect. She didn’t bounce her knee. She didn’t twirl her bracelet. She only stared at the fog like it might swallow her too if she waited long enough.

Bianca descended the steps with the deliberate grace of someone who had already assessed every angle of her morning. She stopped a few feet away, arms folded.

“You look like death warmed over,” Bianca said, blunt but not unkind. “What happened between you and Addams?”

Enid startled, shoulders jerking. “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing,” Bianca countered. Her eyes narrowed. “You and Wednesday disappear together for a whole night, and you come back looking like you aged ten years. If she didn’t kill you, then she said something that did.”

Enid’s laugh came out hollow. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Bianca studied her a moment longer, then sighed. “Look, I don’t care enough to dig, but I’ll say this: she’s not worth breaking yourself over. No one is.” With that, she moved off toward class, leaving Enid sagging further into herself.

Wednesday watched all of it from the shadow of the archway. She catalogued the data points like she always did: Enid’s pallor, the slack way she held her food, the absence of the ceaseless energy that usually grated against Wednesday’s nerves. There was no mistaking it. The argument had not simply ended; it had hollowed her.

Later, in the dorm, Wednesday closed her book and turned to her. Enid sat curled on her bed, phone dark in her hands, gaze unfocused.

“You’re unusually quiet,” Wednesday remarked, voice carefully neutral.

Enid blinked slowly, like surfacing from water. “Guess I don’t have much to say.”

“An unlikely state for you,” Wednesday replied.

Enid only shrugged. “Then maybe you should enjoy the silence.”

The words should have been flippant. Instead, they fell flat, heavy with exhaustion.

Wednesday’s chest tightened, though her expression remained composed. She tested the waters with surgical precision. “If this is about our disagreement, you should know my intention was never to undermine you. Only to shield you from knowledge that might have undone you.”

Enid’s lips quirked, but it wasn’t a smile. “Yeah. I know. That’s the problem.”

She turned over, curling into herself, back presented like a wall. Conversation over.

Wednesday stared at the line of Enid’s shoulders, the sharp set of her spine, and understood with rare clarity that this silence was not victory. It was defeat.

And she loathed it.

The morning fog lingered low, wrapping Nevermore’s spires like bandages. Students moved in clusters toward the dining hall, voices buzzing in nervous speculation about curses, cages, and who had really been cursed at Rotwood’s grave. Wednesday ignored them. She was occupied with the specimen across the quad.

Enid Sinclair was not bouncing. That was the first red flag. She sat slumped on a bench with a croissant drooping in her hand, her knees drawn together, shoulders rounded. The color she usually radiated was gone; she looked drained, not in the energetic, post-wolfing way, but in the hollowed-out way of someone who no longer had the energy to care.

Wednesday catalogued the evidence: unkempt hair, neglected breakfast, phone untouched. If she hadn’t known better, she might have suspected possession. But this was worse. This was aftermath.

Bianca stopped near the bench, appraising Enid with the same sharp eye Wednesday used. “You look like death warmed over.”

Enid startled, fumbling the pastry. “I’m fine.”

“That’s not fine,” Bianca replied. Her tone was cutting but not cruel. “What happened with Addams?”

Enid laughed, but the sound was thin. “Nothing.”

Bianca’s gaze lingered. “If she didn’t kill you, then she said something that did. Don’t let her win.” With that, she swept off toward class.

Enid sank deeper into the bench, croissant sagging in her hand.

From the archway, Wednesday’s pen hovered over her notebook, ink pooling in the pause. She closed it.

⸻

By the time they reached Botany, Enid was still folded into herself. She barely spoke. She didn’t even grimace when Thornhill corrected her on pruning angles.

Wednesday sat beside her, pretending to take notes. Out of the corner of her eye, she studied the limp way Enid’s pen dangled. Normally Enid’s notes were a rainbow of doodles and exclamation points. Now the page was almost blank.

“You’re unusually quiet,” Wednesday remarked, her tone pitched casual.

Enid didn’t look up. “Guess I don’t have much to say.”

“Unlikely,” Wednesday replied. “You’ve never lacked for noise before.”

That earned her only a sigh. “Maybe you should enjoy it while it lasts.”

The barb should have landed with brightness. Instead, it dropped dull as lead. Enid scribbled something meaningless on her paper, shoulders tight.

Wednesday turned back to her own notes, jaw taut.

⸻

By evening, their dorm felt different. The air between the beds hung heavy, thicker than fog. Enid lay curled on her side, scrolling without purpose through her phone. The blue light carved shadows into her pale face.

Wednesday closed her typewriter lid, the clack loud in the silence. “You are sulking.”

Enid snorted faintly, still facing the wall. “Thanks for the analysis.”

“It’s an observable fact,” Wednesday said. “I would prefer if you confronted me directly, rather than wilt like a neglected houseplant.”

Enid finally rolled over. Her eyes were rimmed red, though she hadn’t cried in front of her. “What’s the point? I said everything last night. You said what you had to say. Nothing’s changed.”

“I told you my intention was never to undermine you,” Wednesday said evenly.

Enid sat up, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed. “That’s just it. You never mean to, but you do. You keep things from me, you put words in my mouth, you decide what I can handle. You tell yourself it’s protection, but it feels like being erased.”

The words struck sharper than any argument. Wednesday gripped the armrest of her chair. “You are not erased. You are alive. Because of me.”

Enid shook her head, tired. “That’s not living, Wednesday. That’s surviving. And I’m so tired of only surviving with you.”

Her voice cracked on the last word. She stood abruptly, crossing to the sink under the pretense of rinsing her cup, though her hands trembled around it.

Wednesday stared at her back. For once, no sharp retort arrived. Only the sound of water running too long and the hollow ache in her chest, as if Enid had carried all the color out of the room with her.

Hours later, in the half empty library, dust heavy in the air. Wednesday sat at her usual table, fountain pen scratching across the page with surgical precision. She did not bother to look up when Agnes slid into the chair across from her. The redhead’s tray clattered faintly, too loud for the hush of the room.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Agnes asked brightly, though she was already leaning forward, chin balanced on her fist. Her hair caught the lamplight, braids like fire. “I thought… you could use company.”

Wednesday’s pen did not pause. “I usually prefer solitude.”

“Right, right, but solitude can get… lonely,” Agnes pressed. “And I figured, well, Enid isn’t exactly—” She stopped, lips twitching, savoring the word. “around.”

At that, Wednesday did look up. Her expression was sharp enough to cut glass. “Enid is precisely where she always is. She requires no standin.”

Agnes blinked, smile faltering for a fraction of a second. But she recovered quickly, tapping her nails against the table. “Of course, of course. I just mean… I could be useful. You know things, I notice things. I’m observant. I don’t miss details. Like your visions. Or the way people underestimate you until it’s too late.”

Wednesday studied her. Most students wilted under that gaze, but Agnes only leaned closer, eager. “You are desperate,” Wednesday observed.

Agnes’s cheeks flamed. “I’m… invested.”

“Desperation masquerading as investment,” Wednesday corrected. Her tone was calm, not cruel, but it made Agnes shift in her seat all the same.

Still, she rallied. “So maybe I’m desperate. So what? At least I see you. Not like the rest of them. I’ve read your stories, I’ve watched you. You deserve someone who actually gets it.”

Wednesday set her pen down, folding her hands neatly. “What you call seeing me is projection. What you call getting it is obsession. Neither is useful.”

For once, Agnes didn’t have a reply. Her mouth opened, then closed again. She shrank slightly into her seat, the shine in her eyes flickering.

Wednesday did not smile, though there was satisfaction in the quiet. “I suggest,” she said at last, “that you redirect your energies elsewhere. I have no vacancy for best friends.”

Agnes flushed, biting her lip, and after a long moment scraped her chair back, vanishing — literally this time. Only the echo of her footsteps gave her away as she fled.

Wednesday returned to her writing, but the scratch of her pen was slower than usual. Across the room, she caught sight of Enid lingering near the doorway, pale and withdrawn. She had heard enough to see Agnes try to take her place. And the fact that she did not immediately come over told Wednesday more than any argument could.

For the first time in years, Wednesday wished she had chosen cruelty less surgically.

Hours later , exhaustion peeking from Wednesdays eyes , she walked herself back to Ophelia hall.

The dorm was dark, save for the bluish glow of Enid’s fairy lights. She sat curled on her bed, knees hugged to her chest, face buried in her arms. Her sobs were muffled, but in the small room they seemed deafening. She thought she was alone. She thought Wednesday was gone — probably off with Agnes, probably gone all night, probably done with her.

The door creaked open.

“Your attempts at silence are poor,” Wednesday remarked, her tone cool, as she stepped inside. “One might think you were broadcasting your distress.”

Enid jerked upright, eyes red and wet. “I thought you weren’t coming back.” Her voice broke around the words.

Wednesday set her bag down, slow and deliberate. “Why would I abandon my own quarters? This is where my bed is. My typewriter. My knives. All essential to my routine.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Enid whispered. Her knuckles scrubbed at her eyes, useless against fresh tears. “I thought… I thought you’d rather be with her.”

Wednesday’s brow furrowed. “Her?”

“Agnes,” Enid spat the name like a wound. “She actually gets to sit with you, and talk to you, and you don’t shut her out the way you do me. Maybe she’s right. Maybe she really is better at being what you want.”

Wednesday crossed the room, her boots soundless on the floor. She stopped at the edge of Enid’s bed. “You think I prefer the company of an interloper who mistakes obsession for friendship?”

Enid sniffled. “At least she makes you feel seen.”

Wednesday tilted her head, studying her. “You are mistaken. Agnes makes me feel observed. There is a difference. She catalogues me like a butterfly pinned to a board. You, Enid, are chaos. Noise. Infuriating color. And yet you are the only one who has ever seen me, not the performance of me.”

Enid’s breath hitched. Her tears spilled faster. “Then why does it feel like I’m not enough?”

The words lodged like splinters. Wednesday reached out, her hand hovering before finally brushing against Enid’s trembling arm. It was awkward, stiff, but it landed.

“You are enough,” Wednesday said. Each word felt carved in stone. “Which is why your tears are intolerable. They imply you believe otherwise. And I will not allow it.”

Enid looked at her through wet lashes, incredulous. “You’re really bad at this.”

Wednesday gave a faint, humorless smirk. “Yes. But I am trying. That should tell you more than my words ever could.”

The silence that followed was raw but less jagged. Enid leaned, cautiously, into her side. Wednesday stiffened, then allowed it, her hand resting awkwardly on Enid’s shoulder. For once, she didn’t pull away.

Enid leaned into her side, still trembling, and Wednesday let her. For a long moment the room was filled only with the faint hum of the fairy lights and Enid’s shaky breaths.

Then Wednesday spoke, voice low, forced through a throat unused to softness. “You require more than I am accustomed to giving. Words. Reassurance. Affection. I have none of these in surplus.”

Enid gave a wet laugh that was closer to a sob. “You think I don’t know that?”

Wednesday’s hand tightened on her shoulder. “I withheld the vision because I could not bear to watch you live beneath its shadow. But the truth is uglier. I did not tell you because the thought of you dying… felt like being gutted myself. And worse, because I knew if it came to pass, it would be because of me. Because of what I drag you into.”

Enid’s head turned, her wet eyes searching Wednesday’s face. “Wednesday…”

The name cracked something open. Wednesday inhaled sharply, like she’d been stabbed. “I cannot imagine you gone. I cannot write you into endings that leave me alone. And I detest admitting this, but the reason I failed so utterly in telling you is because my feelings for you extend far beyond the vulgar simplicity of friendship.”

Enid’s breath hitched. “What are you saying?”

Wednesday’s jaw tightened, every word dragging splinters on the way out. “To claim you as my weakness disgusts me. But it would be a greater lie to deny it.” The syllables sounded foreign, but true. “I despise how much. It unmoors me. But it is real”

“and i cannot stand the thought of your absence.”

The room fell silent. Enid blinked, stunned, as another tear traced down her cheek. Then, slowly, she reached up and covered the hand on her shoulder with her own.

“You’re terrible at apologies,” she whispered, voice breaking. “But that’s the best one I’ve ever heard.”

Wednesday exhaled, a sound somewhere between relief and surrender. She didn’t move away when Enid pulled her fully into a trembling hug. For once, she let herself be held, and in the quiet that followed, she realized the weight that had haunted her since the vision had eased — not gone, but shared.

And that, she thought grimly, was the most terrifying part of all.

[eddieboi23]

Could I please request a Wenclair x Male reader where Enid and the reader have been at a party and arrive back at the dorm drunk and both flirt with a very sober and mildly annoyed Wednesday?

Silly drunks

Wednesday Addams x male Reader x Enid Sinclair

(Wednesday )

Summary: you and enid get drunk at a party, and come to the dorms to flirt with your annoyed girlfriend ,,, Wenclair

Tw:, swearing, threats, alcohol

(Y/n)=your name

“-this is thoughts-“

“This is talking”

Requested by: @lica24

(I’m aging the characters up, but let’s pretend nothing else changed💀….sorry this took me a bit, life stuff, ALSO, I didn’t think I’d have to say this, but this is not smut, I don’t write smut of minor, that’s gross)

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You and Enid haven’t been partying for awhile now, and you both are starting to feel a bit, wonky?

It’s only then you realize the punch seems, more sour than it’s supposed to.

You nudge enid, and slur. “Heyyy eniee, the punch seems a lil, weiRdd. Maybe we shouldd leave?”

Enid blinks and slurs back. “Whaaa noooOo.” She chugs the rest of her drink.

You hold her hand and go up to Bianca.“Mm hey did someone spike the punch?”

She looks at you, seeming drunk out of her mind. “Wha?? Who are you?” She suddenly giggles.

You raise your eyebrow at her.

“Ok, mm hhow about we walk you to ur dorm?”

She stops giggling, and just nods slowly. “Mmm Yea ok, sure.”

Enid speaks up “Mmm oK Yea i don’t feel good Let’s go.”

She kinda just, drops her cup on the ground and leans on you.

—

You being the most sober walk Bianca to her dorm, while practically carrying enid. You’re actually kinda proud of yourself , being as drunk as you are.

—

Soon you and enid get to her dorm, loudly at that.

You walk in to a pitch black room, then suddenly a lamp turns on , revealing a tired and annoyed Wednesday.

You jump in surprise and Enid squeals.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Wednesday stats with cold eyes and raspy voice, likely from her waiting for you two to come back ,past her bedtime.

You blush. “Heyyyyy weddds-“

She shushes you.

“You’re both intoxicated, arent you.” She asks, but it sounds more like a statement.

“I thought I told you both to get here around 19 pm sharp, It is now 3 am.”

You giggle, trying to lighten her mood.

“We’re just intoxicated from your love.” You say, giving her sloppy wink.

Enid then stumbles to Wednesday.

“Dont be mad babbyy.” She leans on Wednesday, who begrudgingly lets her, for the sake of not falling over.

You get on the other side of her. “Yeaa cmon, it was only once, well be carefulll.”

You say, resting your hand on the back of her neck, and head on her shoulder.

Wednesday doesn’t know If it’s due to lack of sleep, but she feels a burning feeling in her face whenever you two get so close.

“Enough.” She stated with a flushed face. “I was only waiting for you two to get back ,so I could lecture you and go to bed.”

Enid pouts. “And because uou love us right?”

Wednesday scowls. “No. Now get off me, both of you.”

You smirk and sink to kiss her jaw. “What if we dont wanna weds?”

Wednesday nearly chokes and push’s you both off.

You fall and Enid falls on you. It hurt, bit not too bad because your body is tingly.

Wednesday huffs and walks to her bed, then gets in it, clearly ready for sleep.

You pout and help enid up. Then you both try to get in bed with her.

She glares at you both. “No.”

“Awww come on Wednesday….” You whine.

“We’ll be careful and quietttt.” Enid whines along with you.

Wednesday says nothing to you both.

……

After a few seconds pass, she looks at you both, clearly annoying.

“Are you getting in bed or not?”

You and Enid perk up snd go to the bed, slipping in and cuddling with Wednesday.

“Not a word.” She declares.

And you both ignore that and continue to flirt with her until it seems she will catch on fire.

Then you both pass out cold on top of her, leaving Wednesday to deal with her complicated feelings.

“-Idiots.-“ she thinks to herself.

“-I’ll lecture them more tomorrow, im too tired…not because i like them sleeping on me. That would be idiotic.-“

She eventually falls asleep.

—

In the morning, you and enid have no idea what happened, but still get and earful from Wednesday about, “inappropriate behavior.”

You both don’t care.

[pepelnitsa]

Don’t kill me I wanted some angst

(If Enid ended up fighting the Hyde anyway but Goody never came)

[weissaddams]

Wenclair Fic Idea No. 3

Trauma Surgeon Wednesday and Pediatric Surgeon Enid

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Okay hear me out. They met at the hospital when Wednesday was brought in by Weems as a trauma surgeon. 

Nevermore Medical was a top tier trauma and innovation facility. Anyone hired was well-respected if not the most respected in their field. Weems was the chief-of-surgery.

Enid was a pediatric surgeon. Yoko was a cardio surgeon. Bianca was a neuro surgeon. Divina and Eugene were general surgery. Ajax was the orthopedic surgeon and Tyler was the plastics guy.

Wednesday locked horns with all of them at some point because she prioritized saving the patient’s life (a direct result of military training and all the tours in war zones where she barely had any equipment to open someone up, let alone sew them back together) over almost anything else.

Yoko and Bianca always fought for the option that presented the patient with better quality of life. Ajax would fight to save a dying limb as opposed to Wednesday’s plan to cut it off entirely to avoid infection. Divina and Eugene also argued for organs they could save had Wednesday not been in such a hurry to do this and that.

She locked horns with everyone but Enid who she always worked together with because the blonde was adamant that children were precious and should be shielded from this horrible world as long as possible.

Wednesday thought that was stupid at first, but observing the blonde work herself to the bone to save child after child had her growing soft in no time. 

Enid once saw Wendesday eat her meal at one of the lesser crowded hallways and has since then decided to join her there when she can. To befriend her.

Fast forward to them flirting with each other without knowing they were. Everyone else thought it was so fucking obvious. They should get a freakin room already.

They spent their free time together. Wednesday was kinda mean but still professional with everyone but Enid after a few months. They’d worked well together in the operating room, saving kids side by side.

Some days, the nurses would find Wednesday going on late night rounds with Enid. Telling the kids stories to help them sleep or playing card games with them to pass the time.

A rude patient once grabbed Enid’s arm too hard and Wednesday was on her side in a second, subduing the patient in a heartbeat by grabbing his arm and yanking it off Enid, eyes cold and sharp.

“Get your hands off her.”

The whole ER went quiet except for the rude patient who tried to retaliate but was wailing in pain due to Wednesday’s tightening grip. Bianca was pretty sure the trauma surgeon would be shooting lasers out of her eyes if she could.

Security eventually comes and drags the man away.

Wednesday is still visibly fuming after that so Enid pulls her into a private room to calm her down and thank her for. Wednesday only started to relax when Enid assured her that she would have done about the same as Wednesday had she not beaten her to it first.

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18 months later, a bus gets totaled outside the hospital because of a slippery road caused by a snow storm, people are injured and Wednesday was one of the people on duty who immediately ran to the bus that was now upside down.

They were pulling everyone out and Enid had just gotten down from a surgery only to find out Wednesday was still in the bus. The burning bus that was about to blow at any second.

She ran outside, getting drenched in the snow, only to make it a few meters outside before Yoko holds her back and the bus explodes.

Enid screams for Wednesday at the top of her lungs. No! She had to save her! She had to get to Wednesday but Divina and Yoko kept holding her back.

Then, someone comes out from behind the bus, carrying an injured child.

Wednesday fucking Addams. Drenched, bruises here and there but fine.

Eugene ran out to her to take the child and the next thing Wednesday feels is the wind being forcibly taken from her lungs as Enid engulfs her in a tight but warm embrace.

“Enid.”

“Wednesday.”

Then Wednesday returns the hug with one arm tightly around Enid’s waist as she gently pats the blonde’s head.

Enid hugs her tighter and everyone gives them some peace before going back inside to tend to the wounded.

It’s a few minutes before Wednesday is content with how much Enid had calmed down. She draws back from the still tight hug to look at the blonde. She wipes away a few tears and brushes her hair away from her eyes.

“Did something happen?"

Enid wanted to laugh at Wednesday's audacity to ask that question.

“I was so scared when they said you were still in the bus.”

“I apologize. I did not think anyone would be so worried.”

“Don’t say that. Of course I’d worry! I’m always worried! Stop running into burning buses and jumping into sinkholes! I need you to come back to me alive!”

Wednesday is not sure of the gravity of Enid’s words. She’s pretty sure not even Enid realizes what her words could mean but she nods anyway.

“I will always come back to you, Enid.”

Enid nuzzles into the crook of Wednesday’s neck.

“You fucking better, Addams.”

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Hi! I’m having a lot of fun with these fic ideas. They're really just excuses to write dialogue and setups without all the needed embellishments.

Let me know if you have ideas for them, too! I’d love to hear them.

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Quick sidenote, if any of this sounds familiar, it’s because I’ve watched Grey’s anatomy a lot haha so a lot of medical stuff and even the bus scene is drawn from there. Watch it! Just look up on youtube the Jackson and April bus scene.

[areallygayloser]

Sneak peak of something im working on

Wednesday: I never liked you. I don’t care for you. I am not your friend. I am better off alone.

Enid, staring at Wednesday: It’s like that?

Wednesday, nodding: Its like that.

Enid turns away, scowling and walking deeper into the forest.

Wednesday, under her breath: What a weakling of a wolf.

Wednesday is about to step back into the dense forest when an impossibly large creature takes a thundering footstep behind her.

Wednesday, inhaling sharply, turns around. Only to be immediately grabbed by the shoulders by clawed hands a big as her torso, and claws digging into the back of her arms.

Wednesday, feeling true fear rise in her chest. Forcing her to begin to kick in panic, unable to tear her eyes away from the eyes of the beast. It quickly dawned on her that this was Enid, realizing that from the pink and blue tips of fur and piercing blue eyes.

ENID: What.

ENID: Did.

ENID: You.

ENID: Say?

Wednesday, with immense fear flashing in her eyes: . . .

ENID: I should’ve let Tyler kill you.

Wednesday, eyes wide, mouth opening in a snarl: Fuck you.

Wednesday’s fear soon turned into rage, but it drowned out when she was thrown across the clearing, slamming into a tree.

Wednesday raises her head, blood pooling from a wound on her skull. The beast looks at her, pure rage flowing in its eyes, turns away, kicking dirt and leaves with its hindlegs. Then walking back into the forest.

Wednesday struggles up, managing to scoot back to lean her back against the tree. Her pants and shoes now covered with blood as it oozed from her leg, with her calf twisted and bent with the bone exposed.

Wednesday promptly blacks out.

[weissaddams]

Date With Death

Chapter 1

Weddings.

What a joke.

Well, a joke that resulted in her existence, legal existence, that is. Wednesday was certain a lack of legal proceedings would not have hindered her parents from siring her into this forsaken planet.

She was an Addams. Weddings, celebrations and romance? Binding your soul to another human being in hopes of meeting death together? It should be a day of celebration for any member of the Addams family. So far, it has been anything but.

Maybe because it's the wedding of the love of her life in which she would not be the groom, but that is beside the point.

Just thinking about the dancing, celebrating and drinking made her want to jump off a cliff. Aside from their friends, she knew none of these guests actually liked one another. Alas, connections had to be made. Arms had to be twisted. Daughters had to be married off. Sons had to be paraded around like prizes.

The Sinclairs were preening. Finally proud of Enid's choice of husband once they learned that Ajax was heir to the Petropolus Oil fortune in Central America. The Petroplous were just happy their boy found a nice girl albeit with an impossible mother. Many wonder how someone as bright and loving as Enid could come from such a horrid human being.

Wednesday was seriously considering jumping off the nearest cliff right now. She was sure she spotted a few on the drive over.

Because of course she drove herself to Enid's wedding. The entire Addams family was invited but Wednesday chose to ride alone to avoid the sad and pitiful stares her family would surely send her way had she chosen to ride with them.

They all knew. Of course they all knew. Addams, in werewolf speak, mate for life.

Wednesday found her mate, but her mate found someone else.

It was a wonder why she wasn't dead yet. She thinks the curse will most likely take full effect in once Enid says "I do" so part of the plan was to walk away before then. As pleasing as it would be to give Esther Sinclair the middle finger from the afterlife, she will not let the best day of Enid's life be marred with her death.

It was Enid’s wedding. That was incentive enough for Wednesday to, as the werewolf liked to call it, behave.

Enid. Enid. Enid.

It was her fault, really, that Enid found someone else. Well, found someone else. Again.

All things considered; Ajax was a good guy. He had matured well after University. Enough to know that he was foolish for ever letting Enid go in the first place. Better him than some entitled, narcissistic ass from whicever pack Enid’s so-called mother would have chosen.

Better him than her, at least.

And Wednesday, well, she had beaten her heart into submission once she realized how she felt for the blonde werewolf.

The Addams heir fell hard, though slow.

Hard enough to know Enid deserved sunshine, life and happiness.

Slow enough to delay any chances of making Enid fall in love with her as she’d hoped.

Enid Sinclair deserved more than Wednesday Addams would ever be able to give her. Holding hands? Hugs? Kisses?

Enid deserved it all. So, Wednesday made the executive decision to stand by the werewolf. As a friend, a confidante, a shoulder to lean for any and every little thing that made her sad.

Hard day at work? Wednesday would take her to the ice cream parlour they both liked. Impossible exams? Wednesday would make sure to read up on those topics to help Enid study. Current boyfriend was being a jerk? Wednesday would let Enid choose a comfort movie and let the blonde cuddle her as they watched. Said boyfriend would have the most horrible haircut the next day, courtesy of a certain walking appendage.

Wednesday went above and beyond.

Enid did as well. She knew Enid loved her a great deal. How much, she could never tell, but not enough for Wednesday to risk the werewolf’s chance at a happier life.

Was she being a coward? Sure. Thing, Yoko and Bianca have called her out for it thousands of times, but her resolve always won out in the end. Her resolve to give Enid a happy ending. With or without her.

The curse would likely ensure it would happen without her.

She'd tied up all her loose ends. Viper's saga would end when the last book was published in the fall of next year. She had gone soft, really. She'd given Viper and her love interest a happy life that will only last until the next book is published. Viper would inevitably meet the same demise as her maker come the fall of next year.

A literal heartbreak.

She'd signed her last will and testament weeks ago.

Most of her inheritance would go to Pugsley and Pubert, with a strict clause of Enid (being her unofficial mate) being able to access it should she require any kind of support were things to go sideways. Anything that remained went to an underfunded music institute for less fortunate children.

Her beloved cello and any music she wrote would stay in the family. To be used by whomever her father saw fit to play it. Her necklace would go to her mother, fully circling back to the giver.

Her favorite knife went to Pugsley. Her best bow went to Pubert and her sturdiest mace would be given to her Uncle Fester. She'd given Thing and Lurch all her books, knowing they would be in for quite the dull life without her dragging them into her occasional misadventures.

Her typewriter and all the future rights and royalties from Viper's saga would go to Enid. Everything was set up in an account under Enid’s name. Whether she use Enid Sinclair or Enid Petropolus, it was her to access all the same.

Wednesday hopes it'll somehow ease the pain of her passing after some years. She knows Enid would be beyond furious with her for keeping the curse's effect on her a secret but there's not much more she can do now.

All the people she loved would be okay and that was all that mattered now.

She even had dinner with Eugene and their other friends two weeks ago. A goodbye, though none of them would know until later today.

She'd said her farewells to her parents, brothers and uncle the night before. Thanking them for all the love and unwarranted affection. She endured the hug Pugsley and Pubert held her in, reminding them that they'd need to step up once she was gone. She apologized for not being able to stay to protect them anymore and makes them promise on her grave to surpass her fighting skills.

She shook hands or, well, hand with Thing and Lurch. To thank them for their unwavering loyalty. Fester and her parents hugged her for a long while as well.

Tears were shed, promises were made, and yet her parents were still hopeful the curse wouldn't take her away.

How could it not, though? All previous Addams who died form heartbreak died on the day their mate was wedded to another.

It was simply her turn.

There was one last thing to do. One more person to talk to. One more gift to give.

Wednesday looked to her side. A blue, velvet box and a single black rose. She wanted to give them to Enid as a wedding gift.

She will, once she calms down and stops gripping the steering wheel of her car so tightly the blood has all but left her hands.

She had never feared death. She’d gladly welcome it with open arms. It was knowing that these will be the last moments she'd share with Enid Sinclair that terrified her.

Wednesday hated weddings, but she would have loved to marry Enid.

Enid Addams? Wednesday Sinclair?

It didn't really matter now, did it?

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Chapter 2

Wednesday saw fit to dress appropriately for her date with death.

Dress shoes, dark slacks and perfectly tucked white long sleeves with the top two buttons, well, unbuttoned.  A blue paisley silk scarf around her neck. Signet ring on her left pinky.

She patted her car, thanking it for its service one last time before walking towards the venue, clutching her gifts in one hand.

It was still quite early in the morning. She checked the time on her phone, heart soaring at the displayed photo. It was a 'selfie' as Enid like to call it. The blonde liked to take selfies on her phone and set them as the new 'lock screen' whenever she remembered to. Wednesday never really complained about it. Why would she? 

She wasn’t that cruel. She had to give her heart something to keep beating for until the day it finally gave in. That something just so happened to be photos of and with Enid.

The actual wedding would not happen until this afternoon at 5PM. Just the enough time for the lovely couple to say their vows during the sunset.

Surely, the entourage was still being prepped. She hoped Enid hadn't overslept on her wedding day, of all days. 

Enid wanted her to be a bridesmaid, but she didn't know how early the curse would kick in. It could happen right when the orchestra started to play, what then? Dead body in the middle of the aisle? She wouldn't allow that.

They'd fought about for weeks but Wednesday stood her ground until Enid finally relented. The seer didn't have to be a bridesmaid so long as she attended the wedding while also promising not to bring any silver weapons, lest she be tempted to graze anyone from Enid's family.

Wednesday more than made up for it by being acting like a bridesmaid until the actual wedding. The one thing she didn’t allow herself, though, was go with Enid to shop for the wedding dress. She went to the godawful cake tastings, shopping trips and florists with Enid. Everything and everywhere except anything related to the wedding dress. 

Wednesday was not confident she would be able to stop herself from dropping onto one knee and proposing to Enid then and there, if she saw her try out even one wedding dress.

She walked around the venue, wanting to see where Enid would be getting her happily ever after. She's not sure she'll get another chance to, should the curse take her away earlier than expected.

It was all very... Enid. Garden wedding. Pastel-colored balloons. Blood-red carpet rolling down the aisle with lilies on each side. White altar. White and pink chairs. A chiffon cake. 

Hopefully she'd live enough to see Enid walk down the aisle dressed in white. Hope? She really had gone soft because of the werewolf.

Of course, life doesn't grant her much more peace after that as she runs into Eugene who is one of Ajax's groomsmen. 

"Looking for Enid?" Eugene asked cheekily, eyeing the stuff she was trying to hide behind her back.

"Yes, Eugene. How very astute of you to notice." Wednesday relents, her eyes soften the slightest bit, wondering if this would be the last conversation she'll have with one of her oldest friends.

"Penthouse suite. She saw you park your car and asked me to tell you how to get there." He gestured to the hotel lobby before walking with Wednesday to the elevators.

Enid saw her. Of course she did. The Penthouse suite had clear line of sight to anywhere in the venue. Perfect position for a sniper, or a werewolf with impressive eyesight.

"How have the preparations been going?"

"Okay. Enid's a bit jittery but once you get up there I'm sure she'll calm down." Eugene let Wednesday enter the elevator first before following and pushing the button for the top floor. "I think she sent me because she wasn't sure you knew how to use the elevator."

"Surely she doesn't think me that incompetent with modern technology?"

"She's just concerned." Her friend laughs a little, and though it's at her expense, it puts Wednesday at ease. She hopes Eugene will live a long, boring and peaceful life.

"Thank you for doing your best to comfort her, Eugene. You truly are an excellent friend."

Wednesday was good at lying, too, but in this moment, she meant nothing but the truth. Eugene would be one of the most devastated by her imminent death. The least she could do was ensure their last memory of each other would be a good one. 

It was a bit concerning to hear Enid's reaction to her absence, but all she can really do now is show up for the few remaining hours of her life. 

"I'm an excellent friend to an excellent friend. Oh, we're here. Door on the left is the girl's suite. Ours is on the right. If you need anything or need company, just call me." Eugene smiled at her like the day they met, sweet, boyish and innocent, as they walked to the left door. 

Wednesday nodded, giving him what she hoped was a grateful look before watching him walk towards the boys' suite. She was about to knock when the door was thrown wide open, and the air was knocked out of her lungs by an oversized and overenergized puppy.

"Willa!"

Wednesday was smothered in a hug before she had a chance to dodge. She wouldn't have, but still, it was quite concerning how Enid was able to catch her off guard. Ah, she must have picked up her scent as they drew near. The werewolf never ceases to amaze her.

"You're here. You came." Enid whispered, burying her face in Wednesday's neck, inhaling her scent and hugging her tighter.

Wednesday did her best to return the hug, something she'd had much practice with over the years.

"I promised you I would see you off for your wedding." The goth hoped her voice was at least a bit more stable than her heart. Her traitorous heart that couldn’t decide whether to be calmed or excited by Enid’s presence. Was it possible to feel both at the same time?

"Well, yeah, but your color allergy! And you hate these events and not to mention my family and-" Enid had pulled back, holding Wednesday at arm’s length, noticeably reciting said reasons from memory. Knowing her, she must have worried about them since she last saw Wednesday two days ago.

"Enid." Wednesday squeezed the hand on her right shoulder with her free one, making sure to look the blonde in the eye to catch her attention. "Breathe, Only death could keep me from attending your horrendously pastel wedding."

The irony was not lost on her. The goth, however, nearly lost all lung function once she'd actually looked at the werewolf.

Oh, the world really was too cruel. To see Enid with no makeup, wearing nothing but shorts and Wednesday's old black sweatshirt. She was gorgeous. The sun could never hope to compare.

Enid smiled at her warmly, pulling her into another bone-crushing hug before tugging her inside. "You're the best, Wends! I'm so glad you're here. Maybe you can wake up Yoko and-"

Wednesday pulled Enid into the first empty room she found once they were inside the suite. It looked to be the music room, unless grand pianos were now a staple for penthouse suites.

"I wanted to give you something." Wednesday could feel her heart start to lose control. She took a breath to beat it back into submission before continuing. It helped when Enid squeezed her hand and looked at her curiously with a cute tilt of the head.

"My wedding gift. To you." Wednesday let go of the hand she was holding to place the velvet box and black rose in it.

Enid’s eyes widened somewhat at the gorgeous black rose and blue velvet box in her hand.

"Wednesday, the rose is beautiful, thank you, but you didn't have to."

"Please." The desperation in her voice must have been ever so slightly noticeable as Enid relented with a soft smile.

"Silly, just having you here is the best gift you could give me. I know how much you hate these events."

"Well, consider it an additional gift."

Enid chuckled, making Wednesday's heart do somersaults in her chest, before opening the velvet box. Inside was a key pendant, attached to a thin, white bracelet. The letter "E" was engraved into the head of the key.

"Thing helped me design it."

Enid was at a loss for words. It was very Wednesday. Every gift from Wednesday was beautiful but this was by far the best gift she’d ever been given in her life. Probably the most intricate one, too.

“It’s white gold. I thought of the normal gold too ordinary for the occasion and silver would definitely not do.”

"It's beautiful, thank you, Wednesday." Enid felt tears falling from her eyes, torn between looking at Wednesday and the bracelet. Of course her best friend would gift her something she designed herself on her wedding day. It wouldn't be her if she didn't. 

"You are crying. Is the design not to your liking? If I may-"

"No, no! I love it. It's- It’s the same "E" as the one on your signet ring, right?" Enid smiled through the tears as Wednesday was wiping them away with a white handkerchief.

Curse Enid and her observance. It was in fact the very same. Wednesday had once told Enid it was a sideways W but there's no point in denying it now. She gives Enid a small but proud smile, the werewolf has turned into quite the puzzle solver herself.

"It is. It's also the key to your share of my inheritance."

"The key to.. what? Why would I need a key to your inheritance?”

“Well...”

“You already pay for everything unless we stop you."

"Enid."

"Are you sick?"

'"Enid, please."

Do you have cancer? Are you dying?"

"Enid!" Wednesday shook the werewolf slightly. She did her best to fake an amused smile. "I am well, as you can see. It was the only gift I could think of. I... apologize if it displeases you."

Enid looked into her eyes. Possibly straight into her soul. This was too big a gift, but knowing Wednesday's family, it may just be normal thing for them. 

"Are you sure you're not dying?"

"We’re all dying a little bit every day, Enid."

Technically, she wasn't lying. She always found it hard to lie to Enid, so deflection was the next best thing.

Enid was still skeptical, though. Something she got from years of being friends with Wednesday and as Edgar Allan Poe said: Believe only half of what you see and nothing of what you hear.

At least, until you can confirm it yourself.

She looked Wednesday up and down. There was nothing too out of the ordinary about the very formal outfit. The top two buttons of all of Wednesday's outfits being undone was her doing, which she was very proud of.

She brought her car, which Wednesday wouldn't do if she was up to something. Can’t leave anything that could be directly traced back to her, after all.

She didn't have any of her knives, either. Enid didn't feel them when she hugged the goth and the shoes she was wearing were definitely normal ones. These were new dress shoes, probably not customized to her knives yet.

It took a few months, but she was able to memorize all of the goth's hiding places years ago. 

All evidence points to Wednesday being, well, okay. Not tall, dressed in dark clothes but definitely handsome. 

"You're not gonna run away to some undisclosed location after the wedding, are you?"

"You'd just track me down so I'll save us the trouble of running around in wedding attires."

Wednesday rarely teased, but when she did, it always made her laugh. Freely, without judgment. Because that's what you got with Wednesday Addams as a friend. Honesty and unwavering loyalty. 

"If I hear even a word from Thing that you're running off alone, I'm going to postpone my honeymoon to hunt you down."

"As I said, I'm staying right here. You have my word."

"We’re so not done discussing why I have access to your inheritance but... help me put on the bracelet?"

"Of course."

Enid looked down at the gold key. The intricate design all but screamed Wednesday to her. Yoko would not approve of the additional accessory, but it was her wedding day and she will do whatever she wanted.

Including wearing what was apparently a friendship bracelet? Yes, that seemed appropriate. 

Enid gave Wednesday a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Wednesday, I really love the bracelet and the rose."

Wednesday, not trusting her voice not to break, gave Enid a small nod, her lips quirking into a smirk.

"Go get ready for your wedding."

“Help me wake up Yoko?”

“With pleasure.”

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Date With Death master post

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Hi guys. All the next chapters are in the link above.

I wrote this in one go for about two hours. I'm sure there are some errors since I haven’t written in two years. I just wanted to hash this out as it came to me. The angst seemed too good to pass up.

I’m not an Ajax hater. Sorry if Enid is a bit oblivious to Wednesday’s more serious affections here? Let’s call it plot armor, for now.

Does anyone know if I can post this on AO3 without using an email? Please let me know.

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Hello again! I’ve added edits and covered up some plot holes. It’s still not perfect but it’s better than yesterday’s version. Give it another read if you can and tell me what you think.

Also, I’m on the fence about how to continue this fic. The easiest way would be to just let Wednesday die, right?

Realistically, how would they fall for each other? 

I like to think it’s at least in their senior year at nevermore or some time after. I love every fic about them falling for each other while a nevermore but something about an aged-up version of them falling in love also makes my heart go crazy. 

I’d love to discuss if you have any ideas for Wenclair! Just reply here or DM me, I guess. Cheers!