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Hello! It’s been quite the while since I posted, been working on multiple works at once but the next chapter for toothache is coming out this week! I realize I haven’t made a Q&A post yet and felt like I need to so I will do so with this post.

Who is wave?

I am a writer whose spent most their teenage and preteen years on the internet and I love writing. I’m a big gym rat and I enjoy writing and reading stories, sports, and the gym. I write about anything and everything, I really just like to explore and diversify my writing skills and style as I want to bring more people together on a fanfic they enjoy and want to read again, and I hope my stories so far have done that.

But with that out the way do note i frequently go silent with posts but I am working on chapters, I don’t like leaving works unfinished or on hiatus but I want genuine writing and that takes quite the while sometimes so work comes slow. I hope you find my answers to future questions and suggestions helpful/insightful.

Happy reading.

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Toothache

Cavities in the mouth (rough draft)

~ hello! I recently posted a prompt on my ao3 regarding this Wenclair fanfic that is pretty much a 90s esque college candy shop au with a sprinkle of a/b/o dynamics as I promised to my readers. This is the rough draft to the story which I’m still working on but will complete soon, and hopefully by next Tuesday with my schedule I’ll have it done.

The story is still up for some changes and small tweaks of course, and I do hope my readers who I’m making this for add input into the story meant just for them, but either way i hope you will enjoy this rough draft intro to toothache. ~

"Oh my little scorpion this is a wonderful idea!" Gomez said as he held her mothers hand. "Your mother and I think this is a great opportunity for you to connect with others." He said, ever the gentle voice in things, he tried his best to calm the already tense nerves of Wednesday. Though his coaxing voice only made her more annoyed.

Her mothers made her want to explode. Per usual of course.

"No, my mother only thinks this is a good idea. You just follow her word." Wednesday glared at Morticia, her tone spiking on the edge of rage and she scoffed as her mother glanced away. "Well, Wednesday I do feel this is a good benefit. It will help you in the future managing the other businesses, and I do feel the connection with others is-"

"Something I don't need. I have no use for the money as all my books are paid for." Wednesday said as her face soured. While she perfected the art of stoicism, the small details in her face almost always gave her away.

Wednesday never worked a day in her life when it came to the topic of service jobs of any kind, spoiled maybe, but not in the way others may take it. She was always interested in business and ruthless command. She was to check in with her fathers law firm and venture around the world to consult relatives and manage other businesses in the near future, but as she moved to Jericho for college, an esteemed private school that was held for high expectations and education, she was to manage her own little business to prove she was capable of managing the other, much larger ones meant for her to own.

A candy shop.

She was to manage a fucking candy shop of all things.

Or, a rather large bakery but the point still stands. Wednesday had no want for such things, she barely wanted to go into business, and preferred something more gory, but the law firm Gomez has kept thriving will end up in the hands of pugsley, and the various businesses distributed amongst the eldest Addams children will befall upon Wednesday and her other family members she’s not to keen on meeting again for a will reading and consulting about business.

either way, she was in for a stressful college life, and an even more stressful work environment.

She already didn’t want to go to nevermore, but with all the things that happened last year…it was best she went.

“You will learn to love it, as me and your father have.” Morticia said as she gave Wednesday the keys to the candy shop. “It’s a hotspot now I’ve heard, you will definitely need to hire more staff, and please keep us informed dear.” Gomez pitched in, almost ecstatic for Wednesday when she honestly wanted otherwise.

“You have me go to a college for kids like me whose parents given them everything on a silver platter. I would rather the opposite.”

Wednesday stated. And in some way she wasn’t wrong. She knew the Tanakas, a vampire family name that stood for hundreds of decades, had a daughter go to the same school. Satan knows how long that leech has attended, but such matters made her wish she went somewhere that emphasized the ‘private’ in private school.

Nevermore, while Wednesday was sure held itself high in its education and self image for those that fall under the outcast umbrella, was not a place that held itself high for the Addams one. It had various rules set in place and multiple safety measures ever since her mother and father attended, but such things would never stop Wednesday Addams from doing what she wanted.

She could admit, even though she hated Jericho, and overall any place that held humane life, she had connections here. This town was all family names and forced smiles with a generous sprinkle of morbid, and the people that came with it were no better. But Wednesday would have to bite the bullet this time as her mother’s usual calm and collected voice that made her want to scowl most her life calmed her to no end like she was a child again, looking for a sense of safety.

“You will make wonderful memories, I promise.” She said, looking at Wednesday and offering a comforting smile. Wednesday didn’t have the words to say she loved her, or that she believed every word, and instead offered a small touch to her hand before retreating like she was burned.

“I highly doubt it.”

And as Wednesday met with Weems, a part of her, the inner workings of her soul, disagreed plenty.

But who was she to say otherwise?

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Your fangs are better than your claws

Hand in hand, heart to heart

~ this is a chapter out of my most recent and most liked fic “your fangs are better than your claws” this fic is based off Wenclair, and it does have certain themes some may not be comfortable with but this chapter does not. It is simply just fluff and a little bit of lore for Enid’s family.

This chapter is set on junior year family day. (Enid and Wednesday are 17 in this one, the year after the Hyde incident) if you liked this, check out the rest of my fic on my ao3 in my bio, would also love for any suggestions or story ideas from you guys. Much love, hope you enjoy! ~

"Mama?"

The woods surrounding the pack was nothing short of unforgiving and harsh, let alone this being one of the scarce times the cold got so bad that it started to snow. Little Enid knew no better than to venture in these woods, alone and with nothing similar to warm jackets or sweaters to keep her heat from escaping her small frame.

The butterfly she followed into the woods was far from her sight now, and the wind that swirled around her howled insults and mockery at her predicament, clouding her already weak sense of smell.

The small girl's face had tears streaming from it as she cried for what seemed like hours, her hands started to become numb and her body shivered constantly.

Her little nose was red and dripping snot, her cheeks flushed a furious red as if she had a cold.

She surely would by morning. If she made it out these woods.

She'd been out in the snow for a while, the dark and bleak sky thundering down white snow as if punishing her. She was practically a pup still, didn't mature enough nor grow that her sense of smell would be able to smell her mothers scent, let alone something weaker like her brothers. The worsening weather didn't seem to help her situation as she walked around with her head in the air and her sensitive nose desperately seeking her mother, or her father. Maybe even her one of her brothers.

Enid wandered aimlessly for what felt like an eternity in the woods, looking for warmth while she tamed her way through the thick, deep snow.

As she did so she noticed something dark against the pale white snow, and as it moved she began to follow.

Dark feathers and a beak covered in what seemed to be blood moved along its prey, the small amphibian that was unlucky to be caught in the snow like Enid effortlessly killed, most likely from earlier, when the weather was calm and forgiving.

Enid remembered this bird, her mother disliked it for many reasons. "Bad omen. Just bad." Was all she remembered her mother telling her in those moments being drowned by her curiosity.

"Raven." Enid started to say, her body pulling to it.

'Scary bird.' Enid thought, though gentle and interested in looking at Enid.

"Have you seen my mama?" Enid said, her sniffling nose becoming sore from the harsh environment, and her pudgy hand digging in her pocket, offering a gummy.

It was covered in lint and bits of dirt, but it was the last thing her mother had given her before she took off trying to catch the butterfly.

The raven took it and seemed to like it enough to fly off with it, which made Enid follow in attempt to retrieve it back, her tears ceasing for some time.

When the raven finally dropped the gummy it was in a clearing. And as Enid picked it up she could hear someone. Or something.

"I smell her! Esther I know my daughter's scent from anywhere that this is her!"

Enid knew that voice. And as she tried to sniff the air for a scent she couldn't still. And it made her almost cry again out of fear that the wind played another foul trick.

"Papa?" She yelled, her small hands finding the warm embrace of her pockets again.

"Enid? Where are you?"

"I dunno!" Enid warbled, her voice cracking as she broke into a sob, starting to run where she heard him last. "Papa?"

Enid hit a tree, and made clumps of snow fall to the ground, grunting slightly as she did.

"Enid! Enid oh my god!"

Warm, firm hands found Enid's small torso and lifted her up into a tight and warm hug. Murray exclaimed that he found Enid and Enid cried into his chest. The scent of her father comforting her nerves and easing the coldness from her body.

In the house Enid was wrapped in covers and sat in front of a heater with a bowl of soup, being in a house of older kids this action made Enid feel important.

Usually being the youngest meant more gifts and newer things, but being the youngest of wolfs she was seen as the runt, the one that would take longer to grow and shift like the others.

Her mother didn't much care for such. This was her daughter, what else could possibly get in the way of that? She simply had to wait patiently.

The tv blared whatever Christmas cartoon her brothers decided to put on and Esther sat by Enid to make sure she ate all of her soup."It has red meat, perfect for a growing little wolf." Esther pinched one of Enid's flushed, pudgy cheeks and shook it with a bit of adoration. And Enid giggled.

When she finished Esther spent her time making sure the girl was ok, ensuring she at worst would have a mild cold by morning.

"She'll be fine, nothing a good bedtime story and some sleep won't fix." Esther said as she carried Enid from the living room to her bed. Kissing the small girl's forehead with a quick and gentle "I love you"

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That seemed to be one of the few memories Enid had before everything else happened. Before the lycanthropy shit got in the way of the relationship with her mother, before she would have to say goodbye to memories she wished to hold onto forever and experience everyday.

And now, as Enid sits with her mother and father, her brothers catching up with friends and fooling around, she realized how she will never get any of those moments back.

"So...any new boys?" Enid looked up from the plate of food filled with meat, eyeing her mother and glancing to her father for any type of intervention, but it was on deaf ears as he looked at his plate.

Of fucking course.

"Uhm, no. Ajax and me are still together."

This family day wasn't enjoyable, similar to how the last one was. After all she was spending it with her family, watching everyone else enjoy their family time while she hated hers.

Though Wednesday wasn't enjoying hers either, expected of course.

"Does my little scorpion have a crush? Maybe you've kept in contact with a boy over the summer with that device of yours?"

Wednesday gave a look of genuine disgust to gomez and he quickly looked down at his plate. She was tempted to throw the phone away, only taking it out of friendly face for Xavier, but sooner than later thing took it and now used it as a sort of secretary speaking for their boss.

And also playing candy crush and 8ball with Xavier and Eugene, after Enid refused to play with him after beating her so many times.

"Father I dread the thought of affection equating to that of you and mothers. I hate touch, any sort of intimacy and I never think of anyone in such romantic matters."

Pugsley snorted as he ate another dried fruit he got from on of the vast tables stacked with treats. "So why do you keep looking at that wolf? What was her name again? Enith?"

"It's Enid, and you will not speak of her as just a wolf lest you wish to keep your tongue." Wednesday said quickly, and pugsley stuck his tongue out in teasing protest. "Not my fault you like her."

Morticia gasped slightly when she noticed the slight pink dash across Wednesdays face and her face lit up with joy. "Oh, Wednesday you never told me you had a crush...Thing, why did you never tell me of this?" Thing shrugged, avoiding Wednesdays cold glare.

"Because she's not a crush. Merely a friend. Leave it to you three to make it a romantic matter when I am incapable of such."

Pugsley hummed a tune that sounded horrendous in Wednesday's head and she glanced at him.

"Enid and Wednesday sittin in a tree! K-i-s-s-i-n-"

The knife came down quickly and deathly close to Pugsley's right hand, and the grip that Wednesday had on it loosened and let it go, her angered eyes coming back down to its cool black as she stood up. "I must get a refreshment...and peace."

Wednesday walked off to the table that was filled with food and stood by it, idly staring.

"Needed to get away from your family too?"

Enid grabbed a cupcake and took it in her mouth, smiling.

"Yes, my family is rather fond with making me ooze repulsion and disgust for them it seems." Wednesday couldn't help but feel her face twitch when Enid finished the cupcake and her face was covered in pink and sprinkles.

She grabbed a napkin and began to wipe it away without thought, and Enid looked at her surprised. "What about your family?"

"I just needed some fresh air y'know? My mom is really a pain in the ass sometimes." Enid said with a slight blush of embarrassment.

"I see we have that in common aswell" Wednesday said clipped. When she finished wiping her face she simply looked over to her family, then at Enid's.

"Would you like to leave?"

Enid looked at her with another cupcake in hand confused. "Where to?"

"Our room of course. It'd unfortunately be just us as Thing is with my family but it would benefit us to skip on the rest of such a dreadful day."

Enid always fluttered at that word, it was nothing Wednesday didn't like to do alone most times, only needing someone else out of necessity and not longing. And to be wanted, to be able to exist along with Wednesday in some weird pact that she's acknowledged is something she forever wanted.

"Yeah, sure."

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The two of them watched a movie that Wednesday liked as a child, surprisingly it wasn't filled with gore or any sort of horror and was just some old, black and white movie with subtitles Enid didn't understand besides one word every other sentence, and when it finished Enid convinced the girl to watch one of Enid's favorites which comically, Wednesday seemed immersed in.

During another movie they decided upon they sat in silence.

"Wends?"

"...yes, Enid?"

"I'm sorry."

Wednesday shifted on the black bed. "Whatever are you sorry for?"

"I didn't really appreciate your gift for me, on my birthday I mean." Enid said as she fumbled with her shirt sleeves.

The argument was over a month ago, but it was the first intense argument the two had since the day Enid attempted to leave their dorm. The topic was the birthday party, and Ajax as he contributed to Wednesday's unbridled rage and utter disappointment, to which Enid defended him.

Wednesday remembered the words enid uttered like a hot brand left on porcelain skin.

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"You don't get it cause you can't love people like I do! He's my boyfriend and you can't talk about him like some dog Wednesday! You're not my girlfriend, stop acting like it."

Wednesdays lip twitched, and her mind spoke before her heart in a desperate attempt to salvage her own respect.

"I wouldn't wish such a fate on my worse enemy to love someone like you, Sinclair."

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"Oh. I will...try my best to make more effort next time." Wednesdays words held a hint of insecurity that made Enid's heart break at the misunderstanding.

"No, not like that I loved what you did! It was the best birthday I've ever had. One of the best moment I had in a while too." Enid placed a hand on Wednesday's that the girl made an effort to not move away from. "I didn't show how much I appreciated it though. I was so caught up with Ajax. I forgot you were right there for me."

Wednesday looked at Enid and could feel something in her stir, stir, stir. It didn't stop, her chest whirring as if it were a recorder.

"He wasn't worth your love nor time. But that doesn't mean you should blame yourself for failing to be less for him."

Enid felt her eyes well, and it went quiet as they went back to the movie for a while.

"Me and him we...we haven't been on good terms. He's been so busy for almost a year and i just wanted my boyfriend. He doesn't make any time for me now."

Wednesday slightly looked at Enid.

"May I tell you what I think?"

"Yeah, sure."

Wednesday scooted just a little closer, and Enid did the same, making the two girls thigh to thigh, hand on hand.

"Maybe it's best you leave him...for something better."

"There's no guy that was any better." Enid said quickly.

"But you don't have to just go for that, plenty of other options and schools."

Enid looked at Wednesday and her hand tightened. "If anything I might just not date. I see why you don't like others now."

"I'm incapable of loving another the way one should." Wednesday said.

"I don't think so. I find you're really loving."

Wednesday scoffed. "I don't even know the basics of affection and I hate touching others."

"But you touch me. And you show me affection." Enid said.

"Yes...I suppose I do. But I'm simply reciprocating your way of affection." Wednesday reasoned.

"You know I can help you reciprocate others. Yknow, help you land a nice date too."

Enid smiled slightly.

"I would rather be alone."

Wednesday looked back at the movie, ignoring the way she could feel heat creeping to her face when Enid rubbed her thumb on the back of her hand.

"I know. It seems I'm special though, your okay being alone with me."

'Because it's you. I feel safe.' Was what Wednesday would've said but the words caught in her throat and she felt as if she'd get an allergic reaction if she did. So the two sat in silence, hand in hand, like this was all that mattered.

And to the two of them, it did.

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im really into romantic friendships, but specifically ones where the lines are already so blurred & yet the concept of romance hangs like a guillotine over both heads

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A story of neither hate nor love (revamp)

Tales of fire and lily

~ this is the introduction to my fanfic “a story of neither hate nor love” on ao3, just testing how to post on here since this will be my first post. My fanfic is Rhaenyra x Alicent and there is no smut in this chapter mind you.

No warnings for now, in future chapters there will be plenty. If you like what you read, check out other stories on my Ao3.

Hope you’ll enjoy what I have written~

Lillies and vast fields were the lands that the young Rhaenyra roamed besides the castle walls she felt so confined in. A formidable young child with the fire of a dragon in her. She was the epitome of daring and intelligent.

Her childhood friend, Alicent, finding the solace of quiet and books to fall into rather than the tales of dragons and grim death.

That had been years ago though, now the two girls are in their teens. Rhaenyra herself having to adjust to being the potential heir, the recent death of her brother causing great pain to her father and disarray to the lineage of the Targaryen crown. And Alicent, adjusting to the circumstances of court that she now must embrace head on.

The weirwood tree they sat under croaked and swayed along with the wind.

"I hear the funeral will be soon." Alicent said, her hands finding silver hair and dancing in it. Rhaenrya hummed her approval. "Yes, father says he shall have it organized soon enough. I just hope it won't disrupt my training."

Ah yes, the training she has had with Criston, her royal gaurd, has been fruitful. The relationship with her brother Baelon, not so.

He was eight and ten when he died, he apparently passed peacefully in his sleep but Rhaenyra doubted it.

When he was younger he never fancied Rhaenyra, rather basking in the attention of his father. Viserys never really fancied her either. Not just due to the fact she was a daughter and not a son, but the fact he took his only wife's life on the birthing bed. It was a sad story indeed, to hear Aemma's death course through all the kingdoms, but in their eyes she was serving her purpose. Her womanly duty.

Rhaenyra grimaced at the thought.

"Maybe you shall show me one of your graceful skills you learn?" Alicent asked as she started to braid Rhaenyra's hair.

"So your father can try to hang me like a common thief? Trust me with the amount of guards around you, you'd do just fine." Rhaenyra laughed slightly at her own jab.

Though the thought of teaching Alicent the ways of fighting and martial arts to spite the girl's father was something she couldn't deny intrigued her.

"Defense of a woman of noble status such as myself would be the standard. I simply play the part of a damsel in distress without it." Alicent gasps playfully, her hand falling on her forehead in an act of dramatic effect.

"Yes, I can see it now; a quiet and humble lady such as yourself taking down the most strongest of men. Why, you'd even take down Ser Criston one day!"

"Imagine the horror that'd bring amongst the ladies in the court? I'd never find myself a husband." Alicent said horrified.

Noble and modest women don't participate in such things, especially if they have no family name or business regarding fighting. Such would portray her as manly, not feminine.

"Then...if you can't find a husband I could marry you. Like we talked about before." Rhaenyra said.

"Do you even think our fathers would allow it?" Alicent asks.

"Alicent your father is a scheming fool and mines an even bigger one. Who cares what mere men think? It'd be better than having a husband who you don't love would it not?" Rhaenyra said, sitting up all the way and looking at Alicent as she turns.

"But that's common amongst the court. Most ladies are lucky to even tolerate their husbands Nyra."  Alicent says solemnly. The way of royal life such as theirs wasn't for destined lovers but rather a political party where one must dance and scheme. Rarely ever would one actually love their betrothed.

"But imagine us betrothed, Ali. We could roam the seven seas and eat only cake, and ride on dragon back peacefully away from it all!" Rhaenyra's mind wandered.

"You do realize I'm afraid of heights?" Alicent said as she laughed.

But she could imagine it, living life with Rhaenyra as they laughed and cuddled together infront of a fire, enjoying the warmth of which neither could ever give inside the cold castle walls.

"You're never to be afraid with a dragon on your side." Rhaenyra said proudly. She laid back down on Alicent's lap and looked up at the leaves.

The thought of it all soon died down to the duty of court. She couldn't just leave, burden her father with more trouble than he already has. She couldn't imagine a lifetime where she could leave, yet she couldn't live one without Rhaenyra.

"Is something on your mind Ali?"

"You think when we turn old we'll still be friends?" Alicent asked.

It took a few moments of silence to find the right words.

"I hope so. I'd go mad without you."

And Alicent wouldn't doubt it. Breaking a promise they had made when they were five would make way for heartbreak years beyond repair.

"Oh to have an insane dragon roaming the castle would probably make the walls crumble."

"Anyone would tear down the castle's walls if it caused them to be driven mad." Rhaenyra looked at Alicent and smiled, and Alicent smiled back.

Yes, anyone would if it came to love she supposed.