Wenclair One-Shots

come into the water

Summary:

"Like, not even doggy paddle? Really?" Asked the werewolf, propped up on her elbows while resting on her unmade bed. In the meantime, Wednesday sat on her desk and sorted through her music sheets.

"I don't know what that is, but no, I cannot swim."

"Well, not to toot my own horn here or anything, but I'm a pretty good swimmer." Came a smug response, accompanied by a ridiculous eyebrow waggle. "I could teach you."

or

enid teaches wednesday how to swim, feelings ensue

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Love was a weakness in the eyes of Wednesday Addams, so she made a vow to herself that would inevitably be broken soon after her arrival at Nevermore Academy. "Never fall in love", she had repeated to herself at night, almost like a mantra that would lull her to a dreamless sleep with both arms crossed over her chest, still, unmoving.

Everything was set in motion when she caught herself falling for Enid Sinclair. It left her breathless, grasping at threads that were no longer enough to hold her weight, and so she fell.

She fell every time the blonde girl smiled at her in the morning, right before they had to part ways and go to their respective classes, and she caught herself smiling back. It was nothing but a faint pull of her lips, but it made the other girl giddy and Wednesday couldn't find it in herself to deny her that.

She fell when she spotted a bright sweater out of the corner of her eye when she went out into the balcony, seeking to clear her mind and practice the cello. She always finished the piece she was playing before turning to address her silent companion, nodding at the seat she had set up beside her to let her know she welcomed her presence.

She fell when she chose to stay next to a frightened beast, allowing herself to be vulnerable in hopes of comforting her after witnessing the horrific show of bones breaking and shifting under fur that seemed to be absorbed back into pale skin as the towering monster sunk to its knees, being painfully replaced by a trembling girl that seemed smaller than she really was. She had embraced her that night, covering her naked body with her own covers and holding her close to her chest.

The experience had brought them closer together, enabling Enid's attempts at physical contact and reassuring her of the fact that, no, Wednesday Addams does not fucking hate her. Quite the contrary, actually; the gloomy girl seemed to tolerate her much more than the rest of her acquaintances.

If only she knew.

Wednesday had tried to tell her, she truly had, but words stuck to her throat and made her feel like she was suffocating every time she attempted to work up the courage. She wanted to just be able to spill, to lay it all out for Enid to soak up, but she just couldn't. Not yet.

So she bottled it up for a long time. She let days, weeks, even months go by without telling Enid, which is how warmer weather came around and the current topic of conversation was brought up.

"Like, not even doggy paddle? Really?" Asked the werewolf, propped up on her elbows while resting on her unmade bed. In the meantime, Wednesday sat on her desk and sorted through her music sheets.

"I don't know what that is, but no, I cannot swim."

"Well, not to toot my own horn here or anything, but I'm a pretty good swimmer." Came a smug response, accompanied by a ridiculous eyebrow waggle. "I could teach you."

"I do not need to be taught." If her tone was clipped, that was for Wednesday to ignore and for Enid to let slide, except things were never quite that simple, much to the ravenette's dismay.