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good-night-doll · 1 year

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄

: When Wednesday stumbles onto her balcony for some fresh air, she finds an unexpected trespasser already there.

Requested: No

Word count: 1138

Warnings: None

It wasn't very often that peace rang out amongst the Nevermore grounds. Only at the midst of night could such a rare occasion be found- but even then, the school was never truly silent. With the howling of werewolves on full moons and the dripping of yesterday's storms seems to put the school in a never-ending cycle of insatiable life.

But tonight, Enid had fallen asleep happily listening to her questionable pop music and, even in her sleep, refused to let Wednesday turn it off, often growling or snarling when she got too close. So, with a growing headache, the only sensible option was to take a much-desired breather on the balcony.

Tossing the warm bed covers away, Wednesday slides on some shoes before squeezing herself out of the large, circular window that created a sense of demanding division between her and her flashy roommate.

However, as she went to close the window to stop a draft from forming inside, an unusual sight befriended her eyes at the cost of her self-indulgent mind.

At first, she took in the regular sightings. How the foreground mixed into the background in a haze of darkness. How the forest beyond extended for acres of land- how the tree branches writhe like vile monstrous tendrils of an untamed beast. It was all as normal… but there was one richer detail that hadn't been here the previous times she had been.

A figure… perched and sat contently on the half walls that form a brick railing for safety, ensuring the school couldn't get sued this time round. It- they- sat with a noticeably straightened back, their hands gripping onto the ledge for extra support as they sway lightly. With hair that drapes graciously from their scalp and a certain shine to their skin, it was obvious this was an outcast, just not one Wednesday had met before.

"Excuse me" The sound of Wednesday's monotone voice had you tweaking an ear at her, your head shifting to the side to adjust to the noise.

"You're excused," you grin silently, tapping the spot beside you with a small slap. "I'm joking, come sit with me"

"Why should I?" Wednesday resorted to her distance, feeling safer a good ten feet away from the stranger than right beside them and a huge drop. And no matter how at ease she is with most things dead, she still has a life to fulfil before it's her own time.

"You came out here for some air, right?" A small hum of both confusion and recognition chimes in the air with a sour taste. "So did I. So come and sit with your guest"

"An uninvited guest"

"Well done, would you like a black star?"

Wednesday scoffs under her breath, reframing herself from just pushing you off of the railing altogether and claiming she had no involvement with the tragedy. "This makes you a trespasser, and it's beyond curfew"

"When have you ever cared about curfew, Wednesday?" To this, the smaller girl widens her eyes, figuratively. She's never had an interaction with you until this point, so how did you know her name? "Besides, it's not like I'm going to do anything"

"How can I be so sure"

"If I ought to do something, I would've done it already"

"Sounds like a bad alibi," you find yourself subconsciously rolling your eyes at this, finding her lack of trust exasperating to your mood.

"Just… trust me. We could both use the company" Wednesday lets a small sigh bypass the gateway that is her plush lips as she casually moves over to you, her hands strictly by her side. Although, they do itch to either push or strangle you… there's no certain in-between.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" You begin, drawing the cautious eyes of the ravenette.

"I'd dare to say I agree" You roll your eyes once more, feeling her stubbornness grow strong. You hum.

"What's your favourite part of the view?"

"The dirt," she shortly replies, having you querk an eyebrow. "It holds many secrets"

"Fair enough," you mumble, taking in a deep breath. "I've definitely become more enthralled by the night sky itself. There's just something in the way it gives everything a new sense of distant power"

Wednesday just hums, still glancing at your side profile as you just grin at the landscaping. Your teeth are so white and sharp that they look almost like jagged blades in the faint humming glow of the moon.

"What are you?" Wednesday blurts out, unaware of her podding curiosity.

"I thought it was obvious," you mumble, finally turning your head to see the smaller girl. And this time, Wednesday's eyes actually widen in a distinctively blurred line between shock and confusion.

The frosty light streamed between your razor-sharp teeth that almost looked like fangs. Thick horns sprouted amidst the cracking skin of your forehead as they lean back past your still hair-covered scalp. Your eyes glowed a menacing tangent of orange, but the luminescent silver scales that climb up your neck say otherwise.

"Never seen a dragon before?" You chuckle lightly as Wednesday just continues to stare into your soul stealing eyes.

"I thought dragons were extinct- this makes no sense" You only chuckle more at Wednesday's utterly wrong statement.

"No- we're very much alive and thriving… the school just doesn't accept dragons for our… reckless and carefree behaviour"

"Then why are you on my balcony?"

"I guess I'm just reckless and carefree" you smile, your teeth adorning your plush-plated lips. "I just needed to get away from my brothers, they're all just so loud when they snore"

"Fascinating," Wednesday mumbles unknowingly.

"Our species is so covert right now that it's almost cute someone finds us 'fascinating', Wednesday" You find yourself hiding out a wicked sight, halfway between a smile and a grin playing a twisted game on your appearance.

A brief silence succumbs to the inevitable as you just stare at each other, Wednesday is still cautiously studying your features like a criminal would do to a bank before robbing it of its values. The only sounds that remain present at this moment are the sounds between you both.

It's weird- unusual for a school of such unusually disturbing sound. Never have you ever heard the academy to be so quiet that you could literally hear a pin drop even from the height of this balcony.

"I don't breathe fire- just so you're aware…" You awkwardly chuckle as her eyes trail down to your slightly parted lips, her eyebrow raising above the other.

"What do you breathe then?"

"Take a gander"

"Ice…"

You nod, finding her answer intriguing as not many would've guessed correctly so easily. "You're pretty observant, aren't you, Miss Addams?" Of course you knew her last name. If you knew her first name, then why wouldn't you?

Wednesday just hums, finally looking you in the fierce eyes once again, just in time for the window to creek open behind her.

"Wednesday?" A familiar drowsy voice calls into the midst of the night.

"Enid. What are you doing up?" Wednesday turns her head to see the bubbly roommate she so much 'despises'

"You left the window open…" Enid groans, holding one of her plushies loosely in her right arm. If Wednesday hadn't already known the girl, she could've easily mistaken her for a small child.

Wednesday sighs, turning back to you. However, she's just left with an empty spot where the only sign of your existence was the frosty layer you left upon the bricks you had previously touched.

"Come back inside, it's chilly out here"

Wednesday's skin suddenly pricks an odd shape upon her sleeved arm. Pulling back the material, she struggles to read the markings, but she can just faintly depict a farewell of "bye" almost spelt on her arm.

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myfturn · 8 months

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Awakening

Chap 1

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Summary: it’s Wednesday’s 17 birthday , for an Addams it’s also the most important on a young woman’s life, Wednesday is more than ready to take the step , she will discover that she is way more powerful than she thought, meanwhile Enid will make a discovery of her own .

Warning : none/ English is not my first language, more like basic , it is what it is honestly, I am practicing my grammar with this.

As it was , days at nevermore became dull and boring after the last semester, having her name been separated from the achievements of her parents, there was little to achieve for Wednesday besides graduation, but that was far away just yet , but something else was approximating rather quickly.

That said , Wednesday arrived to advanced botany Wich she shared with her roommate and acquaintance, Enid Sinclair. The blond had now Made a habit to embrace her whenever she saw the raven , although anyone else than Enid would still receive a cold glare and a warning of penalty of death if they started any longer.

- Enid , my mother has asked of me to present this invitations to you and our “friends “ as she put it.

The blond turned her attention to Wednesday with a smile already plastered on her face

- Hi roomie , what is it? - she extended her hands to catch the flyers presented to her , as she frowned – birthday party?

- Something like that, I am coming off age for the Addams this year , it is going to be a nightmare- Wednesday smiled softly , a rare view but a more common as days passed for Enid , it warmed her heart to be allowed to see it - I have been looking forward to this birthday.

- What do you mean coming off age? Isn’t it at 21? You know , then you can drink and vote?

- I drink alcohol since I was eight if that is what you are referring to , and I have hacked the presidential votes more times than I can count with father , but it’s not about that , coming off age as a witch is far more important than coming off age legally, I will become an active member of my coven if that makes sense to you, my mother will held a ceremony for me , it will be a small gathering.

Enid squealed louder than she intended almost bouncing on her feet , she grabbed Wednesday’s hands

- I am so excited for you , it sound like a big deal, Ok then , I will invite everyone! – checking the invites she almost stopped right away – is it going to be held in new jersey?

- Yes , it shall be hold in the main mansion , as it is important to fit every member of the family , don’t worry , mother will send lurch to pick us up , she also informed Weems as it’s still the middle of the semester.

- Weems knows? – Wednesday visibly deflated a little by her shoulders

-Weems , to my utter disbelief, is going too, seems like my mother invited her as she is her friend, she really is outdoing it already , as always.

-Well, I am excited for your birthday party, I can’t wait. I will inform our friends

-I will trust your judgement .

Wednesday nods and walks over her own desk to initiate her morning , just as the new teacher , mister Rogers , makes his entrance.

It’s lunch time as Enid approaches where everyone is sitting, as she skips to the table with a giant smile

O-M-G you will not believe what I just got – she said as she shows them the invitation cards ,Bianca looks at her confused as everyone else.

- That card says Wednesday’s 17 birthday party?- Yoko almost spit her ration of blood coveringup with a fake cough , as vampires can’t choke

-Wait , miss antisocial is having a birthday party?

-Not any birthday party anyway, she is coming off age for her coven and has invited us to it. – she bounce and claps her hands excitedly.

-I have already received mine , her mother send it to my house , my family is invited. – said Xavier while eating his meal – it’s actually a big deal for the Addams , this party , it means Wednesday will be a part of something bigger , don’t ask what , Addamses are very secretive.

Everyone shared a doubtful look between themself , questioning their options and if they even wanted to go

-I don’t care what it is about , we are her friends , and if it’s as important as Xavier says it means she has chosen to let us be part of it , so we are going , all of us- Enid said , letting a huff past her lips , they all were her friends after all. How could they doubt about going?

-It says it’s in Jersey – Ajax pointed -how the hell are we going to go that far without an adult .

-That’s the best part , her mother will send someone to pick us up , and Weems is going with us

A general groan is heard .

-Well, it’s a party , how bad can it be?-pointed Kent

The next week goes faster than Wednesday want it to go , she isn’t prepared , what if she forgets what to say and when to say it , what about the fire ritual , an aunt got actually burned alive because she did it on the wrong time , oh don’t get her wrong, it would be an exquisite way to go but also embarrassing as it is the most simple ritual out of all 5. Confidence has always been her ally but as she stood before the big day her heart pounded with a nervous fervor that she had never before experienced. Also there was Enid , Wednesday was certain that Enid would faint at least 3 to 4 times the night of her awakening , she was such a fragile thing it made Wednesday’s instinct to protect her go off. It weirded her enough as it was , she didn’t want to overthink about Enid’s impact on her. Never.

Per Wednesday’s not amusement, Enid Sinclair was having the same train of inner thoughts in Yoko’s room. At least the ones where a certain raven was making her home way to close to her heart.

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theinternetisaweboflies · 1 year

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i thought wednesday reacted excessively upon reception of the snood until i remembered that she is the offspring of knitter and therefore fluent in textiles as a love language

#wednesday #wenclair #wednesdy addams #enid sinclair #the snood #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #morticia addams #knitting #crochet #textiles as a love language

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sebikitcat · 1 year

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Wednesday & Xavier AU Prompt:

In the night, I dream of woe so true at AO3 by Sebena

Wednesday absolutely will not give in and text Xavier back over break. She has resolutely ignored all of his attempt at correspondence, only bending to respond to one of Enid's many incessant texts. Yes, she is alive. Simple and to the point.

If she ignores him, he will stop, she's sure. Only he doesn't stop, he wishes her a 'terrible morning' and 'gruesome nightmares' like clock work, inter spaced with pictures of his latest art. Most of them are of the school, Enid and Ajax canoodling in the quad, one of Thing typing away at her typewriter that was an admirable likeness. She does show Thing the sketch as she knew he would be pleased to be the subject of Xavier's art.

There are some of her, a few portraits, another of her set ablaze, battling Crackstone like a fallen angel, flaming wings at her back. She falls asleep to that text and finds herself in an art studio, not the shed at Nevermore but somewhere else. Xavier is at his easel, long fingers blackened and moving fast over the paper, until he spots her. It isn't a dream or like any vision she's ever had. She is perfectly aware and he seems to be as well. They don't know which one of them is doing this, her visions or his prophetic dreams, maybe it's a combination of the two. Maybe they share a connection, he suggests to which she scoffs and vehemently denies any such possibility.

Night after night, they find each other, sometimes in his studio, her room, the grounds of the Addams estate, Central Park in New York. All waking dreams that she can't escape and as the nights go on, she finds she doesn't want them to stop. They talk, they laugh, they cry, she denies him in dreaming and the waking when he tries to confront her about their shared dreams, and he pushes back until she's left with no where to run but towards him.

They come together, slowly, first in companionship, friendship and then more. She excepts his hand as she tours him around the estate, allows him to guide her motions while he teaches her how to hold the brush to allow for smoother strokes across the canvas. Snuggles into the long line of his body as she reads her latest chapters to him in the Addams library. Watches him with soft eyes as he sketches her draped on his bed. Holds him against her chest, trailing her fingers though the long strands of his hair while he tells her about his father's neglect, his mother abandonment, as he cries tears he's been keeping at bay for years.

And that's when she knows she's sunk, because she doesn't see it as weakness, not on him, not when he's in her arms, offering his truths. So trusting and asking nothing beyond her ear, her hands to ground him while he splits apart like rotted flesh, bloated and bursting on the floor.

For three days she keeps herself awake with caffeine, electroshock, bamboo shoots under her nails, Thing slapping her repeatedly, even if he thinks she's being dramatic. Xavier texts, calls, leaves voice messages, threatening to drive to her house if she doesn't respond, which she ignores.

She is not falling for Xavier Thorpe, she doesn't need him or want him with her. She doesn't feel safe in his arms, or feel her stomach swoop pleasantly when he smiles at her. These feelings have betrayed her before, she trusted Tyler and he proved to be a Hyde, controlled by a woman that wanted her and everyone she knew dead.

On day three she finally succumbs to exhaustion, falling into a deep sleep and finds herself in his studio, but alone. She's disappointed, disgustingly so, but when she pocks around she finds a message written on the sketch pad on his easel, "See you soon, Wednesday."

She wakes with a shock to find she's not alone in her room, Xavier's there, her parent's having let him in. Terrified, and not in a good way, she tells him to leave, denies his every word he utters, but he won't be deterred and she's still so tired from staying away from him so long.

Exhausted, she allows herself to fall into him, nestle into his solid warmth, real and present. He holds her tight, taking most of her weight and fitting her into his body so he can rest his head on her crown.

The kiss is different then the one she shared with Tyler, it's deeper, long over due and sickeningly sweet, so much so she wants to stick needles in her eyes.

When they pull apart, not far because her knees are inexplicably weak, she scowls at him. "That was horrible." She mumbles, already tilting her tingling lips up for another.

He just smiles and nuzzles her nose in a disgusting show of affection. "It was perfect for me too."

Enid and Ajax are confused and frightened for their friend, when Xavier walks up behind Wednesday the first day back and crosses his arms around her front in a causal hold. One she does not kill him for, but leans into, allowing him to rest his chin on her head, and continues to describe the many new and innovative ways she tortured Pugsley during break.

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS ABOUT TO COMBUST!

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Hi for your Monday blurb night could I request Kingo and {Linger} please, you're one of the only people I know who writes for Kingo so I thank you for that 😫😫😫

Kingo x Reader

[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

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a/N: thank you for requesting! Enjoy the angst

"Don't go," You whispered as Kingo opened the curtain to look at Sprite's sleeping form.

"I can't do this anymore. Moving every five years? Y/N… I can't stand it anymore," Kingo closed the curtain and looked down at the print on your dress, afraid to meet your judging stare.

It had been on his mind for a while. You three were going in different directions. You didn't mind the constant moving, Sprite needed a mother figure, and you loved seeing the world.

"She'll think you're abandoning her. You have to tell her at least."

"I know," he responded meekly.

"Now," you sighed, changing the subject, "what about us?"

Kingo's chin jolted upward, instantly connecting with your saddened expression. He quickly took your hands in his, "You could come with me."

"I can't leave her. You may be fine by yoursel,f but she needs someone, and if I have to be that person I will. I love you Kingo, I truly do but I-" your words were drowned out by the sniffles and the prickly feeling in your throat.

He brought your trembling hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to every one of your knuckles. The warmth of his touch was soothing, but it wasn't enough to stop the cracks in your heart. "I love you," he whispers, his lips lingering on your knuckles.

"I love you too, but don't wake me up when you leave," you bite, pulling your hands back.

#kingo #kingo x reader #kingo x you #kingo imagine #kingo blurb #eternals #siempre buckys wednesdy night blurb night

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