Wenclair One-Shots

puppy princess

Summary:

"I need," she swallows, "to scent you"

Wednesday blinks.

"Alright"

"Alright?"

"I asked what you needed to do, and if that's what it takes for me to get back to work with no distractions, then do it"
AKA: 4 times Enid and Wednesday don't talk about what their relationship is, and the one time they do.

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Wednesday Addams smells like coffee beans and leather. It's a welcoming combination, and is one that the young Lycan had begun to grow quite fond of.
It's a smell she thinks of as she currently sits cross-legged on her bed, with her head slightly tilted to the right, fondly watching Wednesday work on her novel.
It's funny, Enid thinks. The two, by textbook definition, are polar opposites. While Wednesday would rather walk around a graveyard, under the night sky, Enid would rather walk around a garden as the sun reaches its peak. Yet, despite their differences, it works. They work.

"You're staring, again"

Enid blinks a few times as she registers the broken silence. Her eyes then continue to bore into her roommates back.

"How..." Enid starts, before realising who she's talking to, and changes her approach.

"Sorry, yeah, I was just—"

"You have been staring for quite some time, actually" Wednesday cuts in, before seizing her typing and turning around to face the Lycan.

"Sorry, just bored" Enid lies, before letting out a small growl and falling back on her bed.

Wednesday hums in response, before Enid hears the sound of a chair being pushed back.

"Your expressed boredom is causing me to lose focus" Wednesday admits, as she slowly walks towards her roommate's bed.

Enid looks up at Wednesday standing near her bed, and thus, her wolf-ears begin to make themselves known.

Enid squeaks, as Wednesday's hand reaches out to touch the newly formed ears.

Wednesday's touch is soft. She's attentive as she caresses the outline of them, before letting her thumb ghost over the inside.

Due to the attention, Enid mewls and presses her head further into Wednesday's hand.

"Interesting..." Wednesday mutters, before widening her eyes slightly, as if she had not meant to speak out-loud.

A few more seconds pass before Wednesday retracts her hand and Enid suppresses a whine in her throat.

Wednesday then returns to her desk and continues to type, as if that hadn't just happened. Enid blinks. Once. Twice. Her chest tightens as she reaches for the open-book on her bedside table.

Enid reads over the same line three times, growling to herself, and hears Wednesday tap her foot on the floorboards. A request for silence.
They don't talk about what just happened.

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"I trust Wednesday has been keeping you busy?"

Enid could strangle Wednesday.

The only problem is, Wednesday would probably enjoy it.

"Oh yes," Enid replies to the older woman, "rooming with Wednesday has been so much fun"

"How dreadful"

Enid's brows furrow. Though, she shouldn't be surprised that Wednesday would take so much after her mother.