Listen to Me Now // Wenclair

Listen to Me Now // Wenclair

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"I didn't know you were interested in the orchestra," Wednesday said thoughtfully, brows raised slightly. "You should have said something." "I didn't want to disturb you." "Disturbing me would have been you barging in and yapping about your boyfriend," Wednesday deadpanned, though her tone shifted slightly as she continued, "but I wouldn't particularly mind having you as an audience." Or, Five times Wednesday doesn't understand what Enid is trying to say, plus one time she does. (title is subject to change) ... Cross-posted on AO3. A six part Wenclair (Wednesday x Enid) fanfiction. May be subject to a few bonus chapters...who knows?
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At first, the campus pranks seem harmless. A splash of paint here. A glitter bomb there. But then the jokes twist into something darker - cryptic messages smeared in blood, mutilated statues, and "accidents" that leave students in the infirmary. The line between mischief and menace begins to blur, and Nevermore starts to feel less like a school and more like a hunting ground. Someone is hiding behind the laughter, and she intends to find them. What she doesn't intend is the way Enid insists on following her into the shadows - tearing down her walls with every smile, every secret, every unwanted burst of warmth. Because sometimes the scariest thing isn't the blood in the hallways... it's the love you cannot escape.

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