I was hanging around with some of my friends and decided to make a small comic on my sketchbook from an idea that came to mind...
Yes it's Wenclair.
Oh and there might be a continuation to this!
I drew everything just today and knowing me I'll either get back to it tomorrow to update it OR I'll never touch it again... Let's hope it's not going to be the latter.
A very fun project that I decided to embark on, which was coloring @pluviaart's comic! You can find the original post here, of course!
This was genuinely super fun, if super long. Has been also super inspiring me to continue working on my own Wenclair stuff, primarily my fic, so yeah! Thank you pluvia for letting me color this!
Closet Scene from Chapter 1 of Wednesday's Child is full of... Woah
I'm so incredibly happy! Thank you so much, Barb!
Vega Addams (left) and Sora Toriyama (right) are Barb's OC's from her Next Gen Nevermore AU.
In my fic, Vega is the werewolf daughter of Wednesday and Enid Addams. She attends Nevermore in the year 2049 . Sora is a 'normie' in Jericho who's secretly able to see ghosts (and not so secretly likes girls). They meet while investigating the disappearance of Sora's childhood friend.
How exactly did they end up in this situation? Guess you'll have to read on to find out...
You're getting ready to sleep out the storm when a broken window leads Enid and Wednesday to seek refuge in your dorm.
Hi! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ Unfortunatly, for me, I may not be able to watch the second half of the second season for a few days, so I can't read fics right now ˊᴖˋ
I’m taking requests for any Wenclair x OC/Reader pairing combination and maybe others. I want to have more writting practice.
The strom had rolled in like the heavens had some long held grudge against Nevermore. The rain hammered loudly against the stone walls and the thunder rattled the windows.
You’d just settled yourself in your comfortable nest of soft blankets when a pounding sounded at your door nearly making you jump out of your own bones.
You reluctantly left the safe warmth of your bed, but before you could open the door Enid shoved it open and bounced inside with a perkiness that did not match both the late hour and the weather.
“Emergency! Our dorm window is completely busted, the wind is like, totally howling straight through the room. It's way too cold.”
Wednesday followed shortly after her. Much more composed and easier to understand. “The draft is unbearable, and not in a pleasant way. Your room is much more suitable.”
You blinked at them, your eyes moving from them to the only bed in the room. Yours. “My room is a single.”
Enid grinned up at you as she plopped herself down on your bed, messing up the carefully arranged blankets. “Guess we’ll be warm and cozy.” You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at her for disturbing the comfy spot you’d made..
“I’ll take the floor.” Wednesday chimed in, moving one of the blankets from your bed onto the floor.
“Nuh-huh, we all take the bed.” There was a look shared between them, a conversation you weren’t privy to but had been wishing to be for weeks. Enid seemed to have won whatever discourse they were having and Wednesday picked the blanket back up and replaced it on the bed. She did however swap out your yellow pillow with the black one she had brought,
That is how you ended up pretty much sacked between a very jittery werewolf and a very corpse like Addams on your slightly larger than the school issued, but still more narrow than it should be to comfortably fit three people, mattress whilst the storm still raged outside.
Both you and Wednesday lay on your backs whilst Enid curled herself against your arm. You’d lost the battle on who would be squished in the middle in your own bed. Not that you fought very hard. You barely fought at all, one glare from the Raven and a pout from the Wolf had you climbing into the middle like a well behaving pup. And you weren’t even the werewolf in the room.
“Seriously, that lightning was way too close. What if the entire roof caves in?”
Wednesday’s response was steady, she almost sounded bored. Then again, she almost always sounded bored. “That could be a very swift end. Or we could end up trapped for days only to die of either starvation or dehydration. Perhaps suffocation.”
“Wednesday!” Enid groaned, reaching over you to lightly smack at her shoulder. “Don’t make it worse.”
You laughed, you couldn’t help it, their interactions were always one of your favorite things to witness. Both of them went quiet when you did, all their attention focused on you. Enid’s eyes were bright and warm, Wednesday’s dark and intense.
Your heart jumped. “What?” You mumbled now feeling a bit self-conscious.
“Nothing. It’s just…” Enid stopped, hesitating.
“It’s either nothing, or it’s just something. Can’t be both.” You teased her.
“Your laugh is cute is all.” She mutters lowly.
Wednesday was still focused on you and neither of them missed it when your cheeks warmed up. “Enid is not… incorrect.”
The room fell into a thick silence. Compliments from Enid, as common as they were, still make your heart race, but one from Wednesday? That was incredibly rare and left you speechless.
Enid took advantage of the silence, and leaned in and kissed you. It was soft, quick and incredibly sweet. Exactly what you had expected but somehow even better than you had let yourself imagine in the quiet, lonely hours of the night.
Before you could recover and consider the consequences of what had just happened. Being kissed by your friend in front of your other friend who happened to be her touch homicidal jealous girlfriend who you'd seen punish others for lesser infractions. Said girlfriend’s cooler hand found your jaw and turned you to her.
“I don’t often act on impulse, you know?” She said with a quiet intensity. “But I will not waste this moment.”
Her kiss was firmer and certain, and left you just as breathless. By the time she pulled back Enid was grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
“That was hot,” she said.
“Go to bed.” Wednesday replied, positioning herself to go to sleep with her arms crossed across her chest. Enid stuck her tongue out at her and settled herself against your arm again, making herself comfortable and sighing.
“Well, goodnight? I guess?” There is a low chuckle from Enid and a hum from Wednesday.
By the time morning came around you insisted on accompanying them to their room, wanting to help with any potential clean up. However when you made your way into the room the notorious round split window stood there, perfectly intact and as you got closer to it you couldn’t even spot a single crack.
You shook your head in exasperation, smiling despite yourself. “Wow, this is the worst case of a broken window I’ve ever seen. However, shall we fix it?”
Enid chimed in from behind you. “Whoops! Um, it must have fixed itself overnight!
“Lying is a skill she clearly excels at.” Wednesday said as she moved towards her desk.
You laughed again, the sound bringing a smile to Enid’s face, and if anyone asked whilst you were grinning all morning. Well the lovely weather the previous night was as good an excuse as possible.
