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5 is so wenclair lol I haven't even watched the show yet lol

🧨stop asking me to do crimes with you I am falling in love too hard

Wednesday asked her to break into a supposedly abandoned house just a few weeks after meeting each other for the first time. There was a huge mystery going on around them, Wednesday’s life was in danger, they saved the school, whatever. Enid swore she would never do anything like that again. She had an awful time, she nearly died, and she could never be convinced of doing anything similar ever again.

But then…

They returned to school and Wednesday had a stalker and the simple thought of it was enough to make Enid wolf out randomly at night. Wednesday was her roommate, her friend, her best friend, her… Nothing else. They were just friends. And friends would do anything to protect each other, right? So, when Wednesday looked at her with those inexplicably expressionless yet somehow warm eyes and asked her to steal the cell phones of all their classmates while she worked on a distraction, Enid did it. She lied and stole and got through a panic attack and she felt like shit. But Wednesday was safe again, and she even let Enid hug her again. Every time Enid found herself in Wednesday’s arms she felt like everything was worth it.

And then…

“Wednesday! I can’t steal and drive a car! A police car!” Enid exclaimed, feeling like she might faint.

“Do you prefer to lean out the passengers' window and shoot the monster currently chasing us?” Wednesday asked her. 

“Dammit!”

Enid complained and possibly cried the entire time, but she got in that stolen car and drove them to safety and, in the end, Wednesday even smiled at her. So maybe it was worth it. And maybe she had a tiny little crush on Wednesday. Whatever.

But then…

“Wednesday! This is called arson. And it’s a crime! I can’t set this building on fire for you. I refuse to…”

“Please,” Wednesday interrupted her. And then, to Enid’s utter shock, Wednesday grabbed her hand. Wednesday probably said something else, something about frustrating the despicable plans of some evil billionaire or whatever it was they were doing, but Enid was too focused on the feeling of Wednesday’s hand in hers.

“Alright,” Enid sighed, taking the lighter from Wednesday. So what if she liked her mysterious and not-entirely-heartless roommate as something a little more than friends? It wasn’t a big deal.

And then…

“Wednesday! I can’t believe you’re asking me to kidnap a family! Oh my God, I can’t believe I am going to kidnap a family for you!” Enid exclaimed, covering her face with her hands, almost embarrassed of how easy she gave in this time.

“I appreciate it,” Wednesday said with usual calm. She reached out for Enid’s wrists and gently pulled her hands from her face so they could see each other.

Enid wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline, the guilt, the anxiety, or the simple effect of having Wednesday holding her hands, but she thought she was hallucinating, because she was almost sure that Wednesday was giving her a very small and discreet but definitely genuine smile. Maybe her crush wasn’t so little after all.

“You have to stop doing this, asking me to commit all these crimes with you,” Enid whispered.

“Why?”

“Because it’s making me fall in love with you,” she admitted with a nervous smile and a shrug of her shoulders. She was terrible at holding back her feelings, and Wednesday made it surprisingly easy to bare her heart for her.

For one miraculous moment, Wednesday looked surprised, but then her usually cold face warmed, and she looked more pleased than Enid had ever seen before. “Then it means my mother’s advice worked, and I shall never stop doing this,” Wednesday replied, her smile widened a little and then she simply walked away proudly.

“Oh… Oh,” Enid gasped as she realized that not only her feelings were reciprocated, but that she was totally going to keep following Wednesday into whatever crimes she would lead her to.

emoji prompts! (accepting ronance, avatrice, and wenclair prompts)

@boojangs Mistakes were made 🥹

I love Pandora so much, but I have to admit something

I was looking at wenclair fanart beforehand and saw an adorable drawing of raven!wednesday, but she still had her iconic braids

Now, every time I read Pandora that's all I'm picturing

A raven with braids

Why would you do this to me? 😭

new 20k wenclair fic just dropped, featuring: three wishes, wednesday’s education in pop culture, enid sinclair being gay as hell, and one (1) little fourth wall break as a treat

[Watching a Scream marathon].

Enid: Damn, you certainly can't trust anyone you know. [looks at Wednesday] If you decided to try the masked serial killer thing would you target me?

Wednesday: No mia lupa. Even if I decided to try such a puerile activity as hiding under a disguise to kill my victims, you wouldn't be one of them. Instead, I would go after those who would wrong you.

Enid: Aaaaww.

Wednesday: Your mother, for example.

[beat]

Wednesday: Enid, this is when you are supposed to protest and tell me not to kill your mother.

Enid: [pensive] Is it?

Enid leaning over Wednesday's desk: So I was thinking ...

Wednesday, still writing homework: You do that often. And say it out loud as well.

Enid: Ahem! Anyway, we need a date night that does not involve murder or crime.

Wednesday: I enjoy both of those things. But will admit they can get tedious when repeated

Enid: So if I bought us tickets to the opera, you'd be down?

Wednesday: Yes. It isn't K-pop or a wretched mainstream film. I'll accompany you, Mi Loba

Enid squeals, wrapping her Raven in practically a choke hold of a hug

Wednesday, tiny voice: If I live through this

Twenty four hours later, the Raven and the Wolf run out of the burning opera house among a panicked crowd

Wednesday: You can't blame me for this!

Enid: I know, I know. Just what are the odds the ghost of a 19th century composer decides to seek revenge on date night?

Wednesday: Yes, we are quite lucky

Enid:

Wednesday: I mean damn, we are so cursed. Tragically.

Wednesday: Why is Enid catatonic?

Thing: [tapping nervously] I can explain.

Wednesday: You'd better.

Thing: We were just chatting, about movies. She jokingly remarked that there's no way you would have seen an animated movie with talking animals. I told her she was wrong…

Wednesday: Oh. No. Don't tell me…

Thing: I'm sorry! I tried to stop her. But she insisted on checking it out.

Wednesday: You let my hypersensitive paramour watch Watership Down?

Enid: [muttering with a vacant stare] Bunnies… blood… death...