Wenclair One-Shots

Colors

Summary:

To a stranger, Wednesday Addams was easily seen as cold and colorless. She was said to live in black and white and to not care about a single soul.

Well, Enid Sinclair knew that that wasn't true.

Or;

Enid thinks back to a few different occasions where her girlfriend, Wednesday Addams, blushed. A few different occasions where she seen some of that rare, beautiful color on her face

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You know? Some people might say you've gone soft.."

It was late one random Thursday afternoon. Both Enid and Wednesday had just finished homework and were currently doing Enid's favorite part of the day; cuddling.

Post-homework cuddles were essential!

Wednesday hated it at first but now, after around three months of dating, she'd grown to tolerate it more.

That being said— it didn't mean she'd admit to being soft anytime soon. No. There wasn't a chance in hell.

"Some people are less intelligent than others."

Enid hummed at her lovers choice of words. Cold as always. The blonde expected nothing less from her.

Wednesday, the softie in question, was currently laying between Enid's legs, her head on her girlfriend's stomach— her hands shyly around the other girl's waist.

Months ago, if someone sat Wednesday down and told her that she'd be in this position with another person, she would've called their bluff and more than likely would've caused them physical harm.

"Oh? Is that right, now?"

The she-wolf let one of her hands find its way to Wednesday's hair— carefully beginning to undo her braids and comb through it like second nature.

And Wednesday allowed her to do so.

"Yes."

Addams sounded tried. It was pretty cute.

"That's right, you're as cold as ice babycakes, don't let me forget." Enid played into it, even using her special pet name to add icing on the cake.

To that, Wednesday rolled her eyes tiredly.

"Enid, reframe from calling that.. it's painfully cliche and unpractical. It's also late and I'm tired."

Her hand moved cautiously against strains of black hair, not wanting to accidentally pull on it or cause pain. Still, she couldn't help but giggle at her girlfriend's plead.

"You're adorable when you're sleepy."

It was moments like this— when Wednesday was vulnerable and truly herself when they were alone? — that made Enid realize that to a stranger, Wednesday Addams was easily seen as cold and colorless. That she was said to live in black and white and that she didn't care about a single soul other than herself.

Well, Enid knew that that wasn't true now.

"And you're insufferable regardless, mutt."

That was her way of saying goodnight.

As Wednesday slipped into comfortable sleep, Enid sat up against the bed frame and held her— just thinking.

Her thoughts began to seep into memories of their time together over the past few months as a new couple. She couldn't help but think about the few rare occasions she'd seen her love actually have some color.