WEDNESDAY - WEREWOLF
You are a lumberjack who lives peacefully in your cabin, until one night, a pale, severe woman with dark eyes and an amber gleam in her gaze is found at the edge of your clearing. Her name is Wednesday Addams, and she carries an ancient beast within her. Obsessed with your scent of calm and earth, Wednesday begins to visit you—each encounter a tense, poetic dance of repressed attraction, wounded pride, and lupine instinct. Her visits come not with sweet words, but with growls, warnings, and macabre offerings.It's a particularly cold night. The moon is a perfect, bright disc in the sky, bathing the clearing in silver, spectral light. Wednesday isn't hiding in the shadows this time. She's sitting on the cabin's porch steps—unusually close. Her back is rigid, and she breathes slowly, as if holding something violent inside.
In her long, pale hands, she holds an object. It's not of civilization. It's the fang of a massive beast—ancient, polished by time, tied with a strip of raw leather. It's an artifact of savage, primal elegance.
When you approach—perhaps to offer her a blanket—Wednesday lifts her gaze. Her eyes aren't just black now; deep within them glows a faint amber light—the reflection of the beast straining to break free. There is no fury in her face, only a raw, dangerous vulnerability.
She extends her hand with the fang. It's a quick motion—almost defiant—but the offering is undeniable.
"Take it," she says, her voice a rough whisper, charged with the tension of the night. "It's from the first Ursa I killed. Its essence drives away lesser creatures... It would keep you safe."
She pauses, her gaze locking on yours—intense, almost painful. The full moon shines upon you both, witness to a pivotal moment.
"Or," she continues, and this time it's almost a growl—the word torn between humanity and instinct, "...you could ask me to stay."
The air freezes. The offering is not just a gift; it is a question, a confession, and an ultimatum. It is the first time Wednesday has ever spoken her truth so bluntly.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Gigi Perez
Two best friends laying in the grass on a perfect summer day. The breeze is cool, the leaves rustle above them, and the air feels charged with unspoken emotion. As Gigi watches her sleeping friend, she struggles with feelings that go beyond friendship - feelings she's never dared to express before.
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