This is a story of Wednesday and Enid. Wednesday is typing peacefully when she feels symptoms. Enid is to the rescue to try and help as much as she can. And then they start doing it. See you next week for chapter 2!!!

It's wenclair.this is a. Continued one shot and I might do a full story thing okkkk. I have stories on my other acc so I mught just do smut and fluff nothing else bcccc idk. Please don't report mee

this story of Wenclair will have requests, and I will write, smut, angst. and maybe fluff? Btw Wednesday is trans in this😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

I'm a lazy author so pls I'm gay

Smut. Romance.sh.and angst.andmoresmut

Wednesday and Enid are now and college and still roomies. Enid desperately wants Wednesday to go to a party with her after reluctantly agreeing they go and both get drunk. once they return to their dorm things escalate. Also there is smut in here so if you dont like smut dont read it

Emma and Jenna met each other at the hospital. Jenna wrote notes to Emma and put them on the glass barrier of Emma's hospital room to encourage her. Their encounter was destined, bringing them together in a bittersweet twist of fate. "It is commonly believed that if you spot a shooting star and make a wish before it disappears, your wish will come true." ﹏ Completed ﹏

The Nevermore courtyard was eerily silent, frost clinging to the edges of Enid's pastel sweater as she clutched the torn edges of a letter. The ink had bled from rain-Wednesday's precise, razor-sharp script now smudged into ghosts of words. "By the time you read this, I'll be across the continent." Enid's claws unsheathed, puncturing the paper. She could still smell the faint trace of Wednesday's bergamot and gunpowder scent on it. Flashback: Three nights prior. Wednesday had pinned her against the velvet drapes of their dorm, fingers tangled in Enid's gold-streaked hair. "Listen to me, cara mia," she'd hissed, breath hot against Enid's throat. "If they come for me, you run. You live." Enid had laughed, sharp and broken. "You're such a hypocrite. You'd burn the world for me but won't let me-" Wednesday silenced her with a kiss that tasted like blood and desperation. Present. Enid's phone buzzed-a new message from an unknown number. A single lyric from that song they'd slow-danced to in the crypts: "Baby, I would die for you, yeah." The werewolf bared her fangs at the full moon. "Oh, mon petit cauchemar," she whispered to the wind. "You idiot. I'm coming to die with you." - Note: This collection contains adult themes, including smutty encounters, angsty emotions and tender moments. Recommended for mature readers only.

Wenclair Short Stories! Decided to put my short stories on tiktok here lol. Edited some of them too.

Enid Sinclair x Fem!Reader x Wednesday Addams A curse. That's what Wednesday felt like to Y/n. A curse that she never wanted to get rid of. A deadly curse that hurt, burned, and left nothing behind once it was through. Going to Nevermore to follow her curse could be the best or the worst thing Y/n could have done. Following her curse gave her a cure. Enid Sinclair. Everyone is 16+ in this book.