Wenclair Oneshots

Just Kidding

Hi the oneshots have been removed a month ago so Im rewriting it
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Wednesday swiftly turned the corner in the hallway of her shared dorm, making her way to the kitchen to whip up something for her and Enid. Likely another feast, seeing as Enid had been requesting more and more food that she hoarded in her room all day.

Speaking of, Wednesday hadn't seen the wolf come out of her room once in the past couple of days. Is she sick? Has she been cursed? Wednesday has been doing a lot of unsafe rituals lately. Maybe she should have taken into consideration that she was living in a shared space again.

Never mind that. Food is what she was asked to make, food is what she shall make.

Her hands moved fast around the kitchen, turning the stove on, a pot of warm water going on top set to boil, all while grabbing ingredients. Chicken soup. Just in case she was actually sick.

Half an hour later the food was dished out into large soup bowls, Wednesday made her way to Enid's room. She bumped the bowl against the door a few times as a knock and called out to the girl.

"Y-yeah?" Enid groaned back. Though it sounded more like a moan, Wednesday wouldn't comment.

"I've made soup. Are you feeling well, you haven't been outside of your room in a while."

Enid didn't reply.

"Enid?"

Still no reply.

"I'm coming in."She called, but then she heard a crash and a faint 'ow' before the door swung open and she was enveloped in a strong smell.

"Sorry...." Enid muttered breathlessly, taking one of the bowls from Wednesday. Wednesday saw how she wiped a thin sheen of wetness off of her fingers. "Thanks for the soup-"

Wednesday cut her off, brushing past her to sit on the floor of the carpeted room. "What is going on?"

Enid stared down at Wednesday with a strange yet alluring expression. "N-nothing! You should get out, it's a mess in here." She said, fidgeting with an embarrassed blush on her face.

Finally, Wednesday took a good look at the girl. Enid looked unusually ruffled up, and her room was in a severe state of distress, clothes everywhere, dishes piling up on her desk. It was a mess in here.

"I will help you clean up after we are finished with our meals." She declared as she began to eat from her bowl. Wednesday left no room for protest so Enid groaned in defeat and something else. She closed her door hesitantly and went back to her bed where she buried herself under a nest of blankets while making sure not to spill her food.

Wednesday silently observed the way Enid moved and breathed. She noticed immediately that her breaths were in quiet pants and sped up each time the girl looked her way. Wednesday refocused on her meal and picked up each perfect spoonful of soup.

Another spoonful made it's way to her mouth, and as it entered she looked up at Enid and saw the strange look on her face again. Her eyes were dark with blown pupils and her throat bobbed as she presumably swallowed.

It clicked then. Wednesday placed her spoon back into her now half full dish. She looked back up, making sure Enid knew she was being watched, then: "Enid, are you in heat?'

Enid choked.

Her eyes went wide as saucers, as the saying goes, and she gagged on the soup she was previously consuming.

"W-what?!" She coughed out.

Wednesday blinked at her. "I said, are you-"

Enid waves a hand. "I know-I know what you said, Willa...."