WENCLAIR | The Silence Between Screams

WENCLAIR | The Silence Between Screams

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Wednesday Addams doesn't believe in love-especially not the kind that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. But Enid Sinclair has a way of slipping through the cracks in her carefully built walls, bringing color into her monochrome world. It's a slow, agonizing burn-full of stolen glances, lingering touches, and feelings neither of them are ready to face. Some things are inevitable. But will they get there before the moment passes them by? ⚠️ Content Warnings: Strong language, violence, sexual content, self-harm, and other themes. (✨ This is my first fanfiction, and English is not my first language-thank you for reading!)
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Enid Sinclair is sunshine. Wednesday Addams is a thunderstorm. They share a room, a bathroom, and absolutely nothing in common - except for the fact that they can't seem to stay out of each other's way. For Enid, the crush is instant, impossible, and deeply inconvenient. For Wednesday, feelings are a weakness... until she starts noticing the way Enid's laugh lingers in her head and how the dorm feels colder when she's gone. Between late-night conversations, uninvited nicknames, and stolen glances in the moonlight, something begins to shift. But Wednesday Addams doesn't fall in love - she collides with it, fights it, denies it... until she can't anymore. This is a slow burn full of sarcasm, lingering touches, and the dangerous truth that sometimes, opposites don't just attract - they set each other on fire.

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