#fadingmoon fics

they did the gala for my royal wenclair au it is true OH MY GODDDD PRINCESS ENIDDDD

AND JUST FULLY WEDNESDAY WE LOVE IT AHHH

waning moon : chapter one

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Princess Enid Sinclair is far from being the heir to her family name. She was brought up to be married off to some nice Prince that could bring greater fortune to her family. The thing is, really, she kind of hates her family. And she most definitely does not want a Prince. Enter; Wednesday Addams, heir to the Addams name, Lady of the House of Shadows and Macabre.

It started very simple. One very annoyed and lonely princess, the cliche of the century, to the point it didn’t warrant a tale or a song. Her brother, not the eldest, but the one in the middle, had gotten married a few months back. It was only a matter of time before Esther Sinclair became annoyed with her only daughter not having a husband at the old age of 21. A travesty, in their time. She thinks that it shouldn’t matter. She was not the heir, she held nothing. No title, no name that mattered. Of course, that’s never how things worked.

Enid was a pawn. She always had been, and always would be. Marriage was not some arrangement of love, or devotion. It wasn’t what the bards sang of, or those people who danced through the street drunk off their asses. Not that Enid ever saw that, but her brothers sometimes whispered to her about what happened out there. They might not be the heir, but they were Men and that gave them more freedom.

Issac, tall, broad, pretty brown eyes and dimpled cheeks was the heir. He wore suits like they were descended from the heavens, just to rest upon his skin. He talked with a firm, but soft voice, that commanded his people. He had been brought up to be the proper and strong king of his people. One who could fight, but also dance and cheer when the time called for it. Esther had always said he was a gift from the moon goddess herself, born under its light, and destined to give them a time of peace.

He was the child that mattered, and every son after that was a backup. They were similar to Enid in the sense they would all be married off, for power, for some gain for their family. To garner a new ally, or strengthen an old ally. They had some sort of say in their wives, from a lineup of Princesses who giggled when they smiled, and fainted when they met their gaze.

Enid was the last. She could not be heir, not even if all her brothers died, and their sons with them. She could not run a kingdom, she could not be given a hand of power. That’s not, nor had it ever been, how it was meant to be. Because she was a Princess , and they were somehow the lesser. When she would marry, unlike her brothers who might become kings of neighboring kingdoms, or hold some sort of power and business in their palms, she would never have the opportunity. Her words meant naught. Her thoughts were rocks.

Tis to say, Esther Sinclair had waited long enough to marry her daughter off. She had waited for every offer, few that there were. The Sinclairs already married off nearly every son, the last daughter had not been the top priority for anyone. But, after a while it did become a burden to take care of someone who couldn’t do anything, and was just meant to one day bear children and be done with it.

And here she was, the ball. Under the surface it was to find her a suitable Prince with money and a flourishing Kingdom that could drown them in even more wealth that they already had. Her parents talked trades, what rich soil grew in the west, or what fine gems had been mined from the south east. Enid was there, of course, sitting around and looking pretty. Feeling bored out of her mind and a growing disdain with every smile her mother gave the man she was talking to. She watched her father laugh, big bellied and loud in that way he faked when he truly desired something.

“I would have thought you would be more inclined to enjoy this setting.” Enid could recognize that voice from a thousand. She hasn’t heard it often, but each brief moment, all the few hours that stacked together had been the highlight of her life .

“Monseigneur Le Dauphin!”

Wednesday Addams, wearing what has to be the most beautifully crafted black gown Enid has ever seen, smooths down her dress and sits right next to her. The chair is angled towards her, yet the heir apparent still scoots her chair closer towards Enid. It leaves them with the privacy to speak without having to talk too loud. Their voices could be low whispers, or hushed tones and not be heard.

“Your Highness.”

I at like 5am started writing this— I don’t know how I feel about how Wednesday speaks in this but royal wenclair 💞 idk where this came from but I was thinking it could be a oneshot so maybe I’ll be able to finish it

It’s time for a re-read of hold my hand it’s sunny outside for me! Hope this makes you smile even a tiny bit. ❤️

Hi! Thank you so much! I could literally never get tired of people telling me they love my works. That goes for any of them. It gives me so much motivation to hear. Even if it’s for finished works like “jealousy, jealousy” and ahhh !!! That’s so awesome that “sweet and sour” was one of your first! Thinking back on that one and how it was the 90th fic posted on ao3 for wenclair Will always blow my mind. It makes me happy to hear, and that even my small updates about Enids brothers you look forward to. I always wonder if people care about stuff like that so it makes me really happy to hear! And I’m not just saying that, it genuinely does make me happy.

No one asked but here you go

(in no particular order)

1. Wilted Petals (hosie, orphaned work)

This fic perfectly scratched that part of my brain that wanted dark hosie. It’s well written, heart wrenching and the angst I will never get over. Reading this have everything the show was too afraid to give us when it should have.

2. On Purpose (rilaya, scoutshonour)

I say this with my whole chest this is without a doubt the best rilaya fic ever. It is genuinely my top time favorite fic ever. The characters are written exactly how they should. The author knows how much I adore them, we talked about it a lot. I will continue to think about this fic for the rest of my life.

3. When The Stars Go Out, I Want You Holding My Hand (imodna, lespetitesmorts)

I just read this so it’s fresh in my brain. I never thought I’d like library aus but this fic is such a perfect piece of both of these characters. It makes me not only want more library aus but for it to never end. I think I could continually read about them being lovely and dorks and sweet to one another for all eternity with this fic.

4. yours, eurydice (wenclair, henjisgirlfriend)

OH MY GOD!!! If you follow my wenclair fic account you will know this one changed me. Like- I don’t know how but it physically touched my soul. I felt it guys. I really felt it.

5. the greatest films of all time were never made (hosie, peabrainI3)

My favorite tag is very niche I would say because it is actors au. I don’t know what it is but this fic perfectly had everything I ever wanted for it. I left such a long comment too (I might do that more than I think tho-) I wish I could reread it again for the first time. I wish I could experience the absolute thrill and joy of finding THE most perfect fic for my most favorite tag.

hold my hand, it’s sunny outside : chapter three, seventh grade (2)

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Somehow Enid and Wednesday are an investigating duo to the indignation of the both of them. Enid can’t lie to save her life, but maybe the truth is the best lie.

The past month Enid and Wednesday had stared at the new board, to Enid's squeamishness, in the center of their shared room. Wednesday made sure not to add the gruesome photos of the dead bodies from the girls last year. Instead, she used yearbook photos, or with Enid's help, pictures she could find online. They printed them out in Nevermores library, hanging on the board.

Enid is still unsure what they’re looking for. Wednesday thinks there has to be a motive. Enid still very much wants to believe this wasn’t really happening. Wouldn’t the police think this too, if it were true? They didn’t even suspect Maeve was connected to the girls last year but Wednesday was so determined that there was a pattern nothing swayed her.

Enid really didn’t want Wednesday to be right.

Then Julie, a senior, went missing two weeks later. So she was on the board now too. A selfie she took not even the day before her disappearance but the day off. She looked happy, smiling wide with fresh curls and makeup done.

None of the girls looked alike. None of the girls were in the same classes. And upon Wednesday's further investigation, she informed Enid none of the girls were friends.

“But they told us last year Emery, Clarke, and Isla were friends? And they ran away together.” Wednesday had nearly imploded there. Her reaction was dull. A deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose because this had to be Enid's hundredth objection to her investigation.

“Do your own research if you don’t believe me.”

So, Enid did. In the only way she knew how. The internet was everything. Enid practically lived on it growing up back home when all her brothers were gone. It felt like a safe place when she wasn’t at school, and to get away from the bigger picture of everything.

Their social media’s were a ghost town. A stark reminder to jab their dead bodies into her head faster than a race car. Enid had to take several breaks. She kept looking, kept digging and scrolling through every picture, and video they had. She even looked through their tagged list. Nothing.

At least Emery and Clarke ran in the same circles. But Isla was a freshman. The two seniors had maybe a few classes together, went to the rave’n at the same time but their friend groups weren’t rather intertwined. It could be something, but it just wasn’t enough. In this day and age if you were friends with someone they were all over your feed. Or at least in one picture. Even in the background of a measly video Enid would take as evidence.

Enid asked around. Started to bring up Maeve and Julie as well. Did they hang out? Who did they hang out with? Did they have any enemies? Wednesday approved of that question because it meant Enid was finally realizing the truth. That the whole big thing was a gigantic mess.

jealousy, jealousy, I am yours : chapter nine, when did you start holding my hand? I think I’m an idiot

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Enid arrives at the Addams estate with a plethora of feelings.

You would think being hospitalized would give Enid time to think, but somehow it was the exact opposite. She tried sleeping, pain meds were given to her every few hours and nurses checked in on a rotating clock.

It was weird, to say the truth. Because all Enid wanted to think about was what would happen after . But before she knew it Enid was being discharged with very thorough instructions from the doctors. What she could do, when to take her medicine, when to stop taking it.

Enid found herself in a whirlwind with no footholds. No longer in the hospital, inside the hearse of the Addams family driving down an empty road in the middle of nowhere, was a shock she still was having trouble grasping.

Her hands were shaking. Her head still felt kind of foggy but they said that wouldn’t really clear till she could stop taking the medicine. The sun hurt Enid's eyes, even with the tinted windows.

She was going to the Addams family house.

She was staying with Wednesday.

“You’re quiet,” Wednesday stated. Enid practically jumped to eye the dark girl across from her.

Her tongue was heavy in her mouth, saliva congealing, sticking whatever words she wanted to say together. The stilted silence caused Wednesday to look up, a tilt to her head.

“Sorry,” Enid forced out. The bandages on her face became more prominent, and the single word pulled at her still healing skin with a small wince. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around— everything, really.”

“There is nothing to wrap your head around. I assumed the situation was quite simple to fathom.”

“It is but Wednesday , I’m staying at your house. And everything with—“ Enid stopped. Flashes of her brothers ran rapidly through her mind.