Wenclair One-Shots

if the world were ending, would you kiss me or just leave me?

Summary:

"Wednesday opens her mouth to respond. Nothing comes out. She can feel her lip quivering against her teeth. The words form in her brain but die on her tongue. She wants to speak, she's trying, but she can't. It feels like she's forgotten how to use her vocal cords. Tears sting her eyes and ever so slowly begin to flow down her cheeks. Even her cries cannot be heard."

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Wednesday is traumatized and Enid is there for her.

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The room is silent save for the light flicking of fingers. Wednesday leans back into the wall behind her bed as her hands fidget idly. The nail of her pointer pushes against the pad of her thumb until it releases. She does it again, this time with her middle finger rather than her pointer. She continues down the hand and then back up. She can feel a tremor in her movements and it irritates her. It will be fine, she thinks, this display of weakness will pass.

Wednesday doesn't know how long she has sat there doing seemingly nothing but stare a hole into her mattress. All she knows is that it was enough time for the sun to have come down and for the night to have settled in the sky.

The room is dark. It is cold. It is lonely.

Oddly enough, she doesn't like it.

A new semester has started at Nevermore. Everyone is moved in, classes are in session, friends are reuniting. Things should be fine. Wednesday should be fine. But she isn't because all she can think about is stupid Laurel Gates and her stupid monster— and how could Wednesday be such an imbecile with how she trusted Tyler? She trusted him, hell, for a moment she believed she was coming around to the idea of liking him.

Wednesday feels the warmth of fresh tears tracking down her face. Her breaths become more and more shallow and, in this moment, she wants nothing more than to stab something.

Wednesday deserved to die. She deserved to die to Rowan's telekinesis, she deserved to die to Crackstone's blade, she deserved to die by the filthy hand of Tyler. There was nothing she could think to convince herself otherwise and—

"Wednesday!"

Shit.

The door swings open and in walks Enid, as bubbly as ever, with two white plastic bags in hand.

"I know you probably haven't eaten dinner so I got you this super good—" Enid finally looks to Wednesday's side of the room. Her eyes snap straight to Wednesday's desk, most likely expecting a blank stare and small figure sat there. Instead, she finds an empty seat and a very tired looking Wednesday curled up at the head of her bed. Her face looks almost shocked to see Enid, but she can feel some of the tension leave her muscles.

Enid's expression softens into worry. "Oh, Wednesday," she coos, dropping her bags at the door. "What's wrong?"

Enid approaches her, squeezing between the wall and the bed before crawling onto the sheets and sitting to Wednesday's left. She positions herself close, but not enough to touch her.

Wednesday opens her mouth to respond. Nothing comes out. She can feel her lip quivering against her teeth. The words form in her brain but die on her tongue. She wants to speak, she's trying , but she can't. It feels like she's forgotten how to use her vocal cords. Another oncoming wave of tears sting the back of her eyes and ever so slowly begin to flow down her cheeks. Even her cries cannot be heard.

"Hey," Enid nearly whispers, reaching out with a hand that comes to sit stiffly in the air between them. If Wednesday didn't know any better, she'd think Enid wanted to touch her. She continues, "you don't have to talk if you don't want to."

Wednesday nods timidly and Enid nearly melts at how adorable it is. All she can bring herself to do is smile in return.

"Do you want to be alone right now, or..."

This is completely and utterly embarrassing, Wednesday berates herself, no one should be able to see me like this, not even Enid. But I don't think I have the strength to make her leave. I don't want her to leave.

After a long pause, Enid receives a hesitant head shake in response.

"Okay. I'm not going anywhere then."

She shifts around to get comfortable. It's only now that they both begin to notice how small the bed really is. Enid seems to be... avoiding touching Wednesday entirely?

In fairness, she herself had been quite cryptic on the matter. She frequently sought out Enid's affections but would never explicitly state she wanted them at all. Enid was always careful with touching Wednesday, but she'd never strayed from it to such an extreme before.

Enid was now laying on her back, her right arm resting on her stomach. She's staring at the ceiling as if she were in thought. Then, Wednesday does something neither of them expected.

She grabs her wrist and lifts her arm, tucking herself into Enid's side and dropping her arm back down to hook around her shoulders. She rests her cheek on her chest and she can feel the soft, bumpy lines of her pastel-colored knitted sweater.

Enid says nothing but pulls Wednesday in closer until she's essentially lying on top of her. She reaches around Wednesday's head to undo her meticulously-done braids. There's a bit of a struggle with loosening a few strands here and there but it takes no more than five minutes and now Enid can run her hand through Wednesday's hair. Her fingers flow smoothly through the locks of hair. It was like watching the passive current of a river made of obsidian. Wednesday sighs against Enid's chest as the remaining tension dissipates from her body.

The surface under her face moves a bit as Enid leans down to press a tender kiss to Wednesday's hairline. Her breath hitches as she feels Enid's lips touch her forehead. Wednesday nuzzles further into her. With her right hand, she begins to draw shapes into Enid's stomach.

First, a straight line down. Then, an angle, one line pointing straight up, the other to the right. Then a circle. Then a... letter 'V'?

Oh. They're letters.

Wednesday was spelling out "I love you" for Enid.

She lets out a breathy giggle upon realizing what had just happened. She plants another gentle kiss to Wednesday's forehead.

"I love you too."

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Author- gocatboygoo

https://archiveofourown.org/users/gocatboygoo/pseuds/gocatboygoo