For the Lonely and the Lost
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Die For You |WenClair|
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.
Silence
I'm not a freak, everyone thinks I am but they don't know me, don't know what I have to face so why do they judge?Complete
A terrifying feeling |2|-WENCLAIR
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Shadows of the Lost
We all crave it, that sense of belonging. It doesn't matter how popular you are or how many friends you have, sometimes you just don't feel like you belong. That's when, you become one of us. People begin to think that you're a hopeless case and so many give up on us, and in turn we give up on ourselves. In this crazy messed up world, will anyone see the lost?Complete
Imagine
Call me a control freak, but I prefer the world in my head to reality... And it is a beautiful world up there.Complete
ɢɪʟᴅᴇᴅ ʟɪʟʏ ☆ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍꜱ
𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣: 𝗳𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ˏˋ°•*⇢ ɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ ✧ 𝘐𝘷𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. ⋆ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍs x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ [sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ - ] ☆Complete
Falling For My Best Friend Or A Brit {#Wattys2016}
"I'm so tired of people always saying that I'm a good person, 'cause I'm not. It's like if they could only see what was in my head.Complete
You Make Me... // Wenclair
When Wednesday visits Enid in her hometown over break she sees a whole new side to her friend. She's acting irrationally, can't seem to stop glaring at the nice-seeming girl from her wolf pack and keeps finding herself in... hairy situations. Wednesday can't understand why this is happening. Is this the one mystery Wednesday can't solve? (this has been cross-posted to AO3, I'm more active there so maybe follow me there instead idk)Complete
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.
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