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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Tyler is on the run after escaping the armored transport. The police are closing in on him when help arrives from the last person Tyler expected. Turns out that Wednesday makes an excellent getaway driver. A road trip ensues."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"What if Wednesday found out about the Hyde's identity at the beginning of the show? What would change? With one question solved, nearly a hundred more pop up but Wednesday is up for the challenge. Watch as Tyler is dragged along while he and everyone else learns one critical thing about Wednesday.
She doesn't share."
‘“Who is your master?” she asks dispassionately.
Wednesday doesn’t care who Tyler’s master is. An objective part of her does, the one that wants a satisfactory conclusion to her novel, but the only thing she cares about right now is this: Tyler has a master.
And it isn’t her.
Or: an insight into Wednesday and Tyler’s relationship through the season finale and post Season 1.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
'"With the media storm and the law on our tails, we've got this kinda Bonnie and Clyde thing going on."
OR
What if Wednesday hadn't run into Rowan on the night of the harvest festival?
What if Tyler was able to help her leave town? What if he went with her? What if they navigated dealing with his Hyde together?"'
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Grim Reaper Barbie. The only job I don’t think anyone considered for her.” He darts his eyes in either direction, then back to her. “You here to take my soul to hell?”
Her spine straightens to full height, not that it makes much difference. “I don’t believe in a heaven or a hell. Death is but a sweet release into nothingness.”
The upturning of his mouth twists into a grin bordering on sinister, “I get the feeling you’re a little harder to release.” The shine in her eyes glints like light off a knife. “A cockroach, maybe.”
OR; the sk8er boi AU
part one of the ‘what more can i say series’ - also includes an EnJax fic which can be found here
