Enid absolutely 120% sleeps with a plushie because it reminds her of Wednesday. A black wolf plushie, because she's her pack.
She keeps it under the covers as she hugs it so Wednesday doesn't see it. But one day she oversleeps - not only that, but she tosses and turns while she's having a nightmare, clutching the stuffed wolf to her chest and groaning in her sleep. The covers have been tossed all over the place, no longer covering her.
That's what Wednesday walks into when she enters the room, to find out why Enid has skipped her classes and lunch and make sure she's okay.
How the fuck she's gonna explain that to Wednesday is something I might figure out in a fanfiction.
Okay so in svtfoe they sing a song to introduce new princesses to the kingdom and this is kinda based on Star’s song.
Okay so I’m imagining that the Addams family is doing something like a family event where they all write a song about a member of their family without them knowing and Pugsley gets Wednesday. (We’ll just pretend that she’s focused enough on hers to not immediately know he got her) and since in season two Pugsley and Eugene are roommates they decided to write the song together.
Eugene picks a music genre that reminds him of Wednesday, something like Goth or Metal that definitely isn’t her style but probably reminds a lot of people of Wednesday even though she would probably have some choice words about it, and Pugsley uses the first part to appeal to the rest of the Addams family with its lyrics, and then comes the part that they wrote together
The boys have been putting up with Wednesday’s pining for months now and they decided to do something about it and because of this they end up with a verse basically pointing out to everyone that Wednesday is in love with Enid, que the Wednesday version of the song so something like
Who is the maiden with rainbow attire
The Queen of our Addams’ deepest desires
They’ve tried not to show it
I think you all know it
But just to be certain I’ll say it again
Wednesday Addams is in love with her best friend
And her name is Enid Sinclair
And bless his heart Eugene survives the aftermath because Wednesday respects his moxie, Pugsley survives too to his surprise, not without a few rounds of the electric chair though.
But luckily for the boys Wednesday is a bit distracted after Enid (Who was there by the boy’s invitation since they needed to make sure she heard the song) asked Wednesday if they were telling the truth, and they’re now dating.
Although whether Enid would be a distraction or help Wednesday get back at Pugsley for airing their personal information to the family is up to interpretation :)
Below is the song that inspired this, I’m just imagining a more dark/macabre version of it
Wednesday has never been interested in learning French because it's not safe to speak it around Gomez. French is one of her mandatory classes at Nevermore, and she is not doing well at all, Enid, the top of the class, offers to help her. Wednesday then learns the effects French has on the Addams blood personally.
Wenclair AU where during the break Wednesday’s dedicated to finding a way to unlock the full potential of her powers now that Goody is gone and during her research finds an old book within the family library that details how to use her abilities to become the harbringer of evil or some other nefarious position of unlimited power.
The trials it lists are complicated, illegal and borderline impossible to complete for anyone outside the Addams family but Wednesday being Wednesday she’s like ‘bet’ and starts ticking things off the list.
But for the ritual to be completed Wednesday needs a “Queen” to be by her side so as not to go mad with power, which she agrees is reasonable as she would like to be at least 30 before she starts losing her mind. The only problem is the only girl she trusts that isn’t related to her is Enid (she doesn’t think about the fact that the books probably outdated and misogynistic and therefore assumes she’s a straight man) but again, unlimited power, and if she has to be married she could do a lot worse than Enid. So after the break, with all the other steps completed, she goes back to Nevermore and starts courting Enid to be her future Queen.
Only she doesn’t tell Enid that’s what she’s doing and why she’s courting her. And in a repulsive turn of events Wednesday starts developing *gag* actual feelings that have her wanting Enid to be her Queen not for power but because she wants Enid to be hers.
I could not get this idea out of my head, I must have seen a prompt or something somewhere and it's been floating around in my subconscious every since. So thought I'd write a little one-shot to get it out ... Hope you enjoy 😋
"WEDNESDAY ADDAMS?!" Enid screamed causing a few heads to turn including the referred to Wednesday Addams who just scrunch her eyebrows from across the corridor and turned her attention back to her conversation.
"Shhhhh shhh" Yoko hushed her loud friend, darting her eyes around in a small panic "Shut up" she whispered in a harsh tone pushing Enid into the closet behind them away from the prying ears of nevermore students.
"Are you crazy?!" Enid squeaked out in pure fear "Like did somebody spike your blood bag today with crazy juice!" She asked scared, serious and suspicious of her best friends motives.
"Girl chill it was just a suggestion." She gritted her fangs and rolled her eyes at her over frantic bestie.
"Listen I know I need help but that girl is severely unstable and strangely enough the most sought after girl in the school if I ask her for a favour do you know what kind of debt I would need to repay?" Enid panicked all flustered just from the mere mention of the raven haired goddess that plagued the halls of Nevermore.
"She's not all bad" Yoko refutes, a certain knowing smile spreading across her face.
Wednesday Addams was the newest of the Nevermore bunch to be admitted to the school grounds as an outcast and Enid had taken it upon herself to try and get to know everything about her.
She was a force to be reckoned with. And to Enid she was A monotone little ball of madness and mystery that had put the entire school under some kind of witchy spell, she was sure of it.
Since arriving, Wednesday Addams had been hunted, haunted and the victim of an attempted murder... Twice. And even so everyone at Nevermore turned a blind eye allowing her to run a riot across her perfectly protected school. She even had people swooning over her like she was some perverse prize to be one.
You see Enid was the eyes and ears of Nevermore, the go to girl for all the gossip and she always knew everything. But Wednesday Addams remained this silent, closed book of nothingness and that didn't sit right with the blonde girl.
Since being here Enid hadn't avoided the sinister girl at all costs like others originally had. Instead, after every advance she made towards Wednesday had been promptly shut down and her last attempt landing her in the infirmary she made a point of staying as far away from her as possible. This would go unnoticed by Wednesday as she just wasn't interested in thrusting herself into a drama filled void.
There was a thin line between charming and just plain rude, and Enid began to make the distinction easily after only a few weeks.
"I can't ask her for help Yoko" she deflected once again her eyes flicking across her surroundings in a panicked manner "It's suicide!" She whispered again her eyes glazed stepping towards Yoko.
"You need her Enid" Yoko shrugged. "I don't know what else to tell you" she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and half smiled at the werewolf before, turning around, opening the door and leaving Enid alone with her chaotic mess of a mind buzzing with all the terrifying situations she was about to doom herself too.
....
Later on that day Enid was sat about 3 tables across from the infamous Wednesday Addams trying to muster up the courage to go and talk to her.
She had spent the better part of 2 hours trying to figure out a solution to her little problem but had been unsuccessful and finally accepted that she needed help from the enemy. After noticing her retreat to the library for her free period she had followed her silently, getting ready to ask for a favour.
She looked towards Wednesday who was sat comfortable reading a novel, enjoying the sweet solitude of silence. Then she looked away frustrated, then looked back hopefully before again giving into her anxiety and abandoning her task.
She stared at the ground "Come on Enid don't be an idiot just go and TALK to her" she scolded, whispering to herself. She took a deep breath squeezed her eyes shut and then looked back at Wednesday.
But she wasn't there.
It was as if she had vanished into thin air and in her place an empty chair sat.
"Talk to who?" She heard a voice from behind her and she immediately went into defense mode, her claws retracting and her fangs making an unwanted appearance.
She had recognised the voice and froze unable to peel her eyes away from table to turn and address the girl.
Wednesday,it seemed had freaking teleported behind her because how else, just stood there expectantly waiting for a response.
"Oh have I intruded in a private conversation between you and the invisible man I wasn't aware he was a part of the Nevermore student body" Wednesday remarked a little irritated that the wolf girl had ignored her.
Sure, it wasn't like she was invited into this conversation but Wednesday enjoyed the feeling of being unwanted and making a situation unnecessarily uncomfortable. It amused her to no end especially when she watched the werewolf bite back.
"What's it to you!" She barked out, placing her hand on the back of her chair and turning to shoot daggers at the rude student.
"ooo she barks but does she bite?" Wednesday smirked. It almost felt like she was flirting which only sent Enid's brain into panic mode, doomed never to return back to normal.
"I-uhh" she stuttered out, mentally screaming at herself for sounding so stupid.
"You've been staring at me for the last 20 minutes I would like to know why" Wednesday raised an eyebrow. She had felt the unnerving sense of someone watching her and had immediately recognised it to be Enid after no longer than 30 seconds of her continual staring.
Enid stood up, straightening out her soft striped sleek jumper nervously.
"H-how did you even know that?" She questioned. She was under the impression that she had remained elusive but clearly she was wrong. Or Wednesday just had these incredible witchy senses that helped her be astonishingly perceptive of her environment.
"An eye for an eye?" Wednesday negotiated "You answer my question I'll answer yours" she explained further with a slight nod.
"I was just- I kind of-I just needed to ask" she attempted to begin a few times before mentally face-palming and giving up completely.
"Interesting" Wednesday placed her hand on her chin contemplating the possibilities for Enid's nervousness. This was the first she had ever spoken to her without malicious intent but she had always been rather intrigued by the bubbly creature. And not just because she was the only one in this wretched place who didn't actively avoid her or admire her from afar when she first arrived at the school... Well usually, today being the obvious exception.
"Listen I just- I need your help okay I was told you were the one to go to for ummm certain items" Enid managed to mutter out.
Wednesday understood now but was still encapsulated by the reaction she was getting from the half turned wolf in front of her.
"Come with me" Wednesday tilted her head to direct the girl and wandered into the library stacks, smirking to herself when she heard Enid behind her emit a low growl but still follow her anyway.
"What do you need?" She asked unbothered.
"Suppressants" Enid said, finally a normal conversation she breathed out relaxing. "The full moon is tomorrow" she needlessly explained.
"You don't have any?" Wednesday asked, perplexed.
"No" Enid shrugged.
"But you're a werewolf" Wednesday had to suppress the chuckle that bubbled in the back of her throat like acid.
"I've never fully turned so I've never needed them before but it feels different this time" she explained annoyed "Listen can you get me some or not? I was told you could" she snapped a little bit, discontented once again. This conversation was becoming more difficult by the millisecond and Enid was becoming increasingly more discouraged.
"Don't believe everything you hear" Wednesday mocked, making an obvious jab at Enid's tendency to gossip.
"So that's a No" she sighed in annoyance. So she had risked her sanity for absolutely nothing.
"I didn't say that" Wednesday spoke and Enid perked up noticeably.
"So you can?" she didn't even care that her little outburst of emotions caused Wednesday to wince, she was just happy that she would finally get a good night's rest.
"Yes but you know everything has a price" Wednesday told her plainly.
"Name it" Enid made no attempt to hide her eagerness and reached out to Wednesday who politely stepped back.
"I get paid in favours when I need you I'll let you know" Wednesday explained, waiting for Enid to agree to her conditions before acknowledging the authenticity of the deal.
"Okay but like I don't do anything criminal" Enid made a disgusted face and shuddered even at the thought.
"How utterly dull" Wednesday cocked an eyebrow, unable to understand why this girl was not enticed by the idea of doing something bad.
"Excuse you do I look dull to you" she gestured to her incredibly colourful outfit and distinct features. She had never been so offended by someone before. The audacity!
"No you look rather..." Wednesday flicked her eyes up and down Enid's body "enticing actually" she decided, her lip twitching quietly.
"Umm...Thanks" Enid was taken aback by the compliment and had to force her guard to remain in place rather than create a fortress around her thoughts. This was confusing.
"You know there are other ways to surpress your animalistic urges" Wednesday wiggled her eyebrows and Enids eyes went wide. Was she flirting? Wednesday can flirt? What was happening?! Enid began to lose it, she wasn't sure how to process what she had just heard.
Her brain went into overdrive. Listen. Everyone at Nevermore knew Enid was a raging homo and having an intimidating yet oddly attractive girl flirt with her only ever forcibly sent into her gay panic mode. Naturally.
But Wednesday Addams? Nooo she wasn't... She couldn't be. And even if she was why would she pursue Enid? Surely a girl whose hobbies included witchcraft, grave digging and murder had no business in Enid's innocent unicorn and rainbow filled world... Right?
She must just be misreading her, its not like she's amazing at reading signals from normal people let alone the bluntest girl she had ever met.
"Like what?" Enid found herself asking and absolutely slapped herself for being so stupid and playing into it. She hadn't even realised she had said it until it came spilling out of her mouth like an untamed river.
"Wouldn't you like to know" Wednesday let a deviant smile dance its way across her lips proudly before walking past Enid leaving her in a flustered and confused state.
She stopped just before passing her, shoulder to shoulder, and spoke "Would you?" She asked and Enid turned her head hesitantly. Looking at Wednesday she suddenly felt her knees go weak as she asked
"Would I what?" smiling nervously.
"Like to know" Wednesday spoke as if what she was talking about was insanely obvious. She stared into her soul for a moment before swallowing hard.
"Ummm" Enid gritted her teeth and extensively avoided the attempted eye contact from Wednesday
"I'll let you think about it" she smirked again, knowing exactly the effect she was having on Enid and relishing in it all.
She then left taking long strides, only stopping to turn back and say " Either way I'll have whatever suppressant you need waiting for you in my dorm tonight, remember you have options" Wednesday fought the urge to wink but commended herself on a beautifully played out flirtatious scene she was sure to write about later.
"8' O'Clock okay?" Enid mumbled out nervously, swallowing the anxious lump that had formed in her now extremely dry throat.
"I look forward to seeing if your bark is worse than your bite" Wednesday teased before leaving Enid all hot and bothered and confused and flustered and all of the words and feelings basically.
Enid just stood there, blinked slowly before throwing herself back into the stack of books for support, closing her eyes and lightly hitting her head off of it in pure embarrassment on how she had handled that situation.
"What the f-" she whispered sliding down into a seated position and letting her thoughts drift to what the night may bring with Wednesday Addams. WEDNESDAY FREAKING ADDAMS.
Heyy! Could you do something where Enid was being ignored by someone and she starts crying, but Wednesday comforts her? Thanksss!
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When Enid lands in San Francisco for winter break, she has to give herself a pep talk in the bathroom mirror. Her hair is still dyed, her nails are chipped, her face is—well. She ruffles her hair, trying to make it fall in a way that would make the scratches less obvious.
Point is there are a hundred and one points Mom will probably immediately grab to nag her with.
So, all she has to do is make sure she doesn’t get a chance.
“Okay,” she says, staring herself down. “Okay, you can do this, it’s easy, it’s easy. All you have to do is—”
The door opens, a woman walks in and Enid immediately starts looking into her purse, waiting for her to leave. Enid takes her phone out, a message from her dad that reads, Here at the arrival gate!
The woman leaves, giving her a look. Enid smiles at her awkwardly. God, what a bitch.
She turns back to the mirror, her eyes immediately falling to the scratches and fuck, if she can’t look herself in the eye—
“All you have to do is tell her.” She makes a face and winces at the pain that lances up her cheek. “Yeah, just tell her. Fuck.”
She hugs Dad tight when she gets to the gate, who moves a hand through her hair fondly. He doesn’t comment on her wounds, though his eyes do burn silver for a moment. She doesn’t know if she’s relieved or angry at him for not asking.
(He’s never asked, never spoken up. Enid pretends every time it doesn’t hurt.)
Turns out, there is something worse than not wolfing out: wolfing out wrong.
At the end of it all, Mom spits out, “If you want to live you’ll be gone by morning.” Her eyes are golden and her claws are out. Her brothers are watching her with horror, Adam standing protectively in front of the twins. It hurts in a way Enid doesn’t think she’ll ever recover from. “No child of mine is a lycanthrope!”
Just before she flees, she sees her Dad’s fearful face. She thinks it’s one that’ll never leave her.
----
Legend has it that the very first infected were Blood-Wolves. Bitten by Lycanthropes, a type of shapeshifting hound demon, blood-wolves were a by-product of wolf blood mixing with demon venom. They are said to have been used in the war against Cattails by the Lycanthropes. After the war, when a truce had been reached, they were cast onto the Material Plane as part of the concession made by the hound demons.
They intermingled with humans, who welcomed them into their midst, unaware and unheeding of the danger they presented. They never shifted during a full moon. Most of their children, however, did. Those who didn’t—
Well. Their first transformation at blood moon was an eye-opener. They tore apart houses with their bare hands, sank their fangs into babies and feasted on the flesh of their own species. At the end of their spree of destruction, they were decried as made of witch blood and dead moon, to be hunted to their own extinction. The last known blood-wolf descendant died in 1709, killed by Manon Rose, who later went on to create the ritual that would prevent blood-wolves from ever evolving again. Not much more is known about them other than their origins and their actions.
Nevermore’s library feels a little too silent, all of a sudden. Enid closes the book. Yoko looks up from hers. “You found it?”
“Yeah.”
“Not good, huh?”
“Nope,” Enid says, and bursts into tears. Fuck, fuck, she needs to stop doing this. She presses her palms to her eyes. Fuck. She’s not—she’s not a blood-wolf. Distantly, she feels Yoko hug her. None of it makes any sense. She’s not suddenly having the urge to eat babies or whatever. In fact, if anything, she’s even more controlled of her senses now. She remembers her transformation vividly, remembers Wednesday vividly, remembers fighting the Hyde and worrying and worrying and worrying if she was okay, if she was safe, if she was alive. All that mattered then was to eliminate at least one threat to Wednesday, the biggest threat to all of them and not once did she feel like, oh, where are the babies?
Fuck.
She sniffs once, twice, and waves Yoko off, “It’s okay, I’m okay.”
Yoko raises her eyebrows and drawls, “And I’m a normie. Listen, let’s search for answers tomorrow, okay? You’ve been here two nights in a row.”
Enid starts to refuse but Yoko continues, “Do you really want Wednesday to search for you again?”
Enid rolls her eyes and gets up, as if the memory of it doesn’t send a shot of warmth through her. She always likes it when Wednesday shows that she cares. A little too much at times, bordering on not-platonic, but Enid’s not ready to look at what that means, yet.
When she enters her dorm, she’s greeted with the sight of Wednesday on her typewriter. She stops when Enid enters and turns to her to say, “Good, you’re here. I was just about to send Thing after you.”
“Let him rest, I just did his nails today.”
Wednesday rolls her eyes. “You shouldn’t encourage his vanity.”
“And you shouldn’t threaten him so much. It gives him wrinkles.”
Thing taps on the table. All my wrinkles are because of her. Wednesday rolls her eyes again but lets it go. “Did you find anything?” she asks instead.
Enid sucks in a breath and walks towards her, irrationally aware of when she crosses their duct tape line once was. She extends the book out to her, and Wednesday takes and cracks it open. Enid plops down on her bed with a sigh, her hair fanning out behind her. Wednesday’s sheets are so soft. Maybe she should ask for it as a Christmas present.
She blinks tears out of her eyes.
“Well, this just turned interesting.”
“What?” Enid says, sitting up. Wednesday hasn’t looked up from the book. Thing sits on her shoulder.
“If I remember correctly, she married Maximus Addams. It is said that most Addamses thought that she’d end up killing Maximus.”
“Did she?”
“Oh yes, but Maximus took her with him. They loved each other a lot.”
“If you love someone, why would you kill them?”
“You’ll find, Enid, that most Addams’ love follows a similar vein.”
Like you and Tyler, Enid thinks suddenly, and sits up. “I’m going to shower.”
Wednesday waves her off, engrossed in the book.
----
She hadn’t expected the behavior to continue—to spread like it has around the pseudo packs in Nevermore Stupid of her, really. She’s a gossip queen, she of all people should know how rumors were easy to spread and easier to believe. They’ve taken to ignoring her, going out of their way to show her that they’re ignoring her. People she was good friends with, people she helped, now look at her with disdain or step away from her as if she’s a plague. Some outright bully her. In the following week she finds herself crying so much that she’s perpetually dehydrated, and hating herself so damn much for being such an easy crier.
It’s the middle of the week when the incident happens. Morgan Todd, a fucking jerk, turns up in the quad with boils all over his face and hacking up blood at an alarming rate. He’d sneered in Enid’s face on Monday, gone so far as to pull wolfsbane on her. It was a weaker strain, admittedly, but it served to make them all realise that Enid was really fucking sensitive to it. She’d had to spend the night in the Med Bay, and Enid now knows who’s responsible for this. She’d known as soon as it happened and she’s so fucking angry—
She confronts Wednesday at night.
“Why did you do that?” she asks immediately.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do!” Her throat feels tight again. She runs a hand through her hair, pulls. A tear or two slip out. “I can’t—Wednesday, I really really can’t do this. I told you not to retaliate.”
“Enid,” Wednesday says, weirdly careful. She steps towards her, hands extended. “Enid, it’s alright.”
“It’s not! Don’t you understand what you’ve just done?! You’ve given them a reason now! They’ll think I did it, they’ll think that—”
“Enid, no one will think anything because Morgan knows exactly who did that to him.”
She stops short. “What?”
Wednesday takes her hands and holds them tight. Her hands are deathly cold. “I couldn’t not do it. He had to learn—they all had to.”
“Learn what?” Enid asks, dazed.
Wednesday blinks and the action throws Enid off-kilter. She suddenly looks hesitant, almost, but her grip on Enid’s hands is sure. “That they can’t get away with it. Not unharmed.”
There’s a sudden clarity that’s rising in Enid, a sudden surety that that was not what Wednesday had wanted to say.
“Because you’ll come for them.”
“Because I’d raise hell for you.”
Enid swallows. She feels like they’re on the brink of something. Falling, maybe. “Why?” she asks, hushed.
“I told you, didn’t I? The mark you’ve left on me is indelible, Enid Sinclair.”
Enid steps closer. Wednesday’s eyes don’t have pupils. She’s never been close enough to notice, before. “Why?” she asks again.
Wednesday closes her eyes. “Because I didn’t know I was cold until you warmed me.”
Enid kisses her.
It’s a short kiss, a simple press of their lips. Their hands are still linked. When they separate, Wednesday chases her back and kisses her again, barely letting her suck in a breath. It’s still simple; achingly sweet and tender in a way she’s never thought to associate with Wednesday. She likes it.
She likes it a lot.
She wants to do this forever.
“Come to the Manor with me,” Wednesday says. Enid doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing. “Let me help you figure it out.”
“Okay,” Enid says. “Yes.”
Wednesday kisses her again, like she can’t help herself. “Good.”
Can someone please write a Wenclair fic where Wednesday uses Enids computer, but doesn’t delete her search history because she doesn’t know it saves it.
And Wednesday uses it to look up questions like, “How to get away with murder” and “How to identify various stab wounds” …..
And like 50 searches later she types, “what does love feel like and how to make it stop”, and “Do I have feelings for my roommate?” , and, “Why do I dream about kissing my best friend”.
And because Wednesday doesn’t fully understand internet search history, Enid sees the searches and a confrontation ensues…🤷♀️.
