Instincts and Memories

Instincts and Memories

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A fanfic revolving around Wednesday Addams having issues differentiating between reality and memories and feelings as a result of trauma she refuses to acknowledge from last semester, whilst a hopeless werewolf struggles to identify her instincts screaming the truth at her regarding her troubled roommate.
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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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