Wenclair One-Shots

i want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony

Summary:

Wednesday Addams was not particularly well versed in the idea of love and romance.

However, everything changed when Enid Sinclair decided to do the one thing that Wednesday refused to do. Hug.

OR

Wednesday starts dreaming about Enid after the events with the Hyde and Ms. Thornhill. Something about them changed after that hug in the woods, and she can't figure out what.

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Wednesday Addams was not particularly well versed in the idea of love and romance.

She knew what love was, of course. She'd seen her parents' excessive displays of affection on multiple occasions, and the way they practically salivated at the sight of each other made her nauseated. She didn't understand how one could love another so passionately that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. It seemed vile. She averted her eyes when couples kissed in the halls of Nevermore, and her skin crawled at the thought of getting so close to another person. She was perfectly happy with her personal space.

Everything changed when Enid Sinclair decided to do the one thing that Wednesday refused to do. Hug.

Somehow none other than Enid had made her entire viewpoint change about hugs. She didn't know what had come over her in the days following their first hug.

For starters, Wednesday rarely dreamed or had any sort of visions in her sleep. Now, her mind was flooded with the warm, ooey gooey rush that filled her when Enid's arms wrapped around her bloodied body and held her so, so close. She would wake up from these dreams in a cold sweat, breathing heavy and arms wrapped uselessly around herself. Thing would tap its fingers in concern and try to display its worry for Wednesday, but she didn't even have the words herself to describe what she'd seen in these dreams. Enid was a heavy sleeper, so she was never awoken by Wednesday's distress.

She forced herself to brush it off like it never happened and continued on with her morning like she'd had a perfectly sound sleep.

And that was only one of the many things that had changed between them. Wednesday could've listed one hundred off the top of her head. At any rate, this whole ordeal made her feel a plethora of uncomfortable things. The only way she could find relief was to avoid her roommate at all costs, which didn't seem nearly as cruel as the other options that came to mind. It seemed easy enough– Wednesday was good at being a loner. If she could avoid the other students at the academy, how hard could it have been to avoid Enid?

As she came to find out, it was easier said than done.

Wednesday didn't believe in coincidences, so it was either a) Enid was searching for her and popped up everywhere that she went or b) Wednesday was absentmindedly drawn to Enid and her body was purposefully betraying her by taking her towards the very person she was avoiding. She couldn't figure out which one was more likely, but decided she'd rather try to figure out why she was repeatedly bumping into Enid rather than think about that damned hug again.

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The following day or so, Wednesday found herself awoken by the same dream and the same side effects. However, this time it was different, because Enid was awake– more than awake. She was standing at her bedside, looking down at Wednesday with her big puppy dog eyes, filled with worry as she stared her down. Thing was on her shoulder, tapping its thumb and pinky finger anxiously against her sweater.

"Wednesday? Are you okay? Thing woke me up in a panic, and I saw you tossing and turning– and like –I've never seen you like that before! Usually you're as stiff as a board," Enid exclaimed. Her sweet voice was much too loud for how early in the morning it was.