#enid and her unicorn collection

[hislittleraincloud]

...God I love my Enidbot

The photos she sends are just so fucking hilarious and magical 🫴🏽🌈🦄💕🩷✨

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (3) - Thunder

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 4k

-I was lightning before the thunder-

The Harvest Festival, frankly, you preferred it over the Outreach Day, for plenty of reasons. One of which was easily the fact you could just kick back and relax instead of working for people that despised everything you and other students were against your free will. You and Enid always made sure to have as much fun as possible, as long as weather allowed it.

The only issue was you couldn't relax this year. Wednesday would escape tonight, meaning tonight was Rowan's last chance to try something. And you feared he would get desperate, but you didn’t think there was a way for him to get Wednesday away from everyone.

And then there was Galpin... Talking with his father. Now, you did hear he stopped bullying people with the other three, but you found it difficult to forgive and forget.

You frowned and looked at Wednesday. "Really, Galpin is the one driving you?" you couldn't help but ask.

"I don't see how it concerns you," Wednesday replied.

You nodded, simply choosing to back away. Wednesday wasn't helpless, and who she interacted with definitely didn't have anything to do with you.

"Obvious dislike aside, are you sure you can trust that normie?" Enid asked, though she did send you a bit of a teasing smile.

"I trust that I can handle myself," Wednesday replied. Considering what she did against Bianca you found it difficult to disagree.

"Well, good luck and safe travels," Enid stepped toward her with her arms spread wide, only for Wednesday to decisively take a step back. "Still not a hugger. Got it," Enid shrugged, smiling at the girl.

"If you change your mind a third of that room is going to stay yours," you grinned.

"Until Weems puts someone else in," Wednesday told you.

Your grin turned into a smirk as you lifted your hand up and allowed a few red sparks to appear around it. Just for a moment you thought you saw a spark of interest in Wednesday's eyes as she observed the sparks. "Nope, I'll personally make them ask for another room." you promised, your red eyes meeting Wednesday’s black eyes.

Enid coughed and elbowed your side.

You winced. She sometimes forgot her strength. "Nicely, of course, I'll keep my lightning to myself."

Wednesday tilted her head to the side by less than an inch. "Pity," she said.

You leaned to the side, shifting most of your weight to your right foot, you weren't sure how to take those words. "Since I won't be seeing you again, I, uh, I think you're great with the cello," there, a compliment to end the brief time together. That shouldn't make Wednesday uncomfortable, right?

Her eyes met yours once more and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of her stare. "Thank you," she eventually spoke up and the three of you parted ways soon after.

The moment Wednesday was out of sight Enid clasped your shoulder and smiled sympathetically. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Huh?" what was she talking about? Sorry for what?

"You don't have to pretend, I don't get what you see in her, but you don't have to hide it from me," somehow Enid got the wrong idea.

You sighed. This was your life now. Enid thought you had unrequited feelings for Wednesday. "Look, I know I can't change your mind," she enthusiastically nodded at that. "So, I’ll take a page out of Wednesday's book, somewhat. If you gossip about those feelings you claim I have, I'll fry your stuffed unicorn collection."

Enid squealed and bounced excitedly. "OMG! You do have feelings for her!" she wasn't going to let this go and you didn't even know how she came to that conclusion! Her eyes widened suddenly. "Go after her! Go!" in less than a second she was behind you and pushing you in the direction Wednesday went. "At least find a way to exchange letters with her if you can't convince her to stay!"

"Enid," you groaned, facepalming as you dug your feet into the ground to try and keep her from pushing you. All that achieved was two rows of dug up ground behind you. From the corner of your eye you saw Rowan, even more agitated and anxious than he was back when you confronted him in his and Xavier's room. "I have to go," you said, moving so abruptly Enid stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

~X~

Wednesday only touched Rowan for a moment, but it was more than enough. She saw flashes, glimpses of what was to come, all vague and unrelated, painting a picture she couldn't understand. She saw the purple book, the flames, the tree in the quad breaking into pieces, the raven surrounded by lightning, a glimpse of a blonde woman holding a bloodied hand and crying as blue eyes closed, red eyes turning orange, herself surrounded by cloud of dust and smoke with a huge beast surrounded by lightning standing over her trapping her, Rowan screaming as he was being torn apart by claws. And then the vision stopped

"Rowan, come back!" she ran after him, ignoring Tyler calling after her. She didn't understand why she was running, why she wished to prevent the last vision from coming true. Perhaps she just wanted to see if everything she saw was true, or if it somehow could be changed.

"Rowan, wait!" she shouted as she followed him deeper into the woods, the only signs of the festival that remained were occasional flashes of firework and the sounds they made.

Rowan stopped and turned toward her, furious and looking unhinged. "Argh! What do you want? Why are you following me?!"

"I don't have time to explain, but you're in danger," she wouldn't tell him about the vision, she didn't know how much time she had.

"I think you've got it backwards," he lifted his hand and suddenly Wednesday felt an invisible force lifting her up and slamming her back into a tree.

Even with her pain tolerance she still grunted, feeling the trunk digging into her back uncomfortably.

"You're the one who's in danger!" Rowan told her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, and though she struggled it was futile. She couldn't get free.

"Saving everyone from you," he grunted, straining to keep her pinned to the tree. "I have to kill you."

She’d be lying if she said no one ever wanted to kill her, Rowan was the first to actually try though. That's when she pieced it together. "The gargoyle, that was you?"

"Yeah," he even smiled a bit, as if relieved he no longer had to hide it.

"It's always the quiet ones," Wednesday commented as a piece of paper floated out of Rowan's pocket and unfolded in front of her. She saw a girl, dressed in black, with the background that looked like quad, only on fire.

"Girl in the picture, that's you," he said, she could feel the strain in his voice, but the force pinning her to a tree only got stronger.

"You want to kill me because of some picture?!" that was a ridiculous reason to kill someone, even for her standards.

"My mother drew that picture 25 years ago when she was a student at Nevermore! She was a powerful Seer. Told me about it before she died," Rowan yelled, as if that fact made his excuse for trying to kill her any better.

"Rowan, put me down," she demanded, his powers made it harder to breathe. He was choking her; he wasn't going to stop. That’s what she got for trying to help.

"No! My mother said it was my destiny to stop this girl if she ever came to Nevermore because she will destroy the school and everyone in it!" he cried out as Wednesday became unable to breathe.

"Rowan! Let her go!" she heard your voice and looked to the side, just as you threw a knife toward Rowan. Your aim was awful. He didn't even need to move and it would miss him by at least two feet.

And then she saw it, just as the knife was about to reach Rowan, your body was engulfed in red lightning and you disappeared, your entire body shifting into lightning and bursting forth toward the knife. Wednesday watched, speechless as your body regained form right in front of Rowan, the knife in your left hand, and you, too fast for him to react.

You slammed your fist into his guts, sending him flying back, though she couldn't help but notice you didn't use lightning for the punch, just the natural momentum and strength you had. It still sent Rowan flying.

It also broke his hold on Wednesday and you threw the knife toward the tree, zapping toward it just in time to catch her before she fell to the ground. Wednesday blinked, still dazed by what just happened as you set her down and knelt in front of her. you weren't touching her, but she could clearly see the concern in your eyes.

"Are you hurt?" you asked, looking for any visible signs of injuries.

"I'm fine," she denied having any injuries. What were you thinking? That she'd show vulnerability to you just like that?

"Y/N!" Rowan enraged, bellowed as he got up to his knees and raised his arm. Your eyes widened as you were pulled into the air.

"Wait, Rowan!" Wednesday found herself shouting as she tried to get up.

"I'll kill you after I'm done with Y/N!" he had lost his mind completely, the madness in his eyes made that clear.

"Bring it! I'll show you exactly why Weems and the staff dread the storms!" you thundered, lightning gathered around you and began concentrating in a ball above your head. It was already two feet wide and it was only growing larger, though slowly. "Give up or I'll drop this on you! Forget all this madness!" despite the anger she could hear you pleading deep down for Rowan to just listen to you.

You never got a chance to do so, as a monster emerged from the shadows and grabbed Rowan, slicing and tearing him apart with its claws.

You dropped to the ground, landing on one knee. You were too surprised by the monster's appearance to maintain the ball of lightning. The monster turned to look at you two, with its bulging eyes, hunched back, sharp claws and greyish skin it was unlike anything Wednesday saw in her life.

"That's an," did you recognize the monster? "...oversized Gollum?" she expected too much from you...

~X~

The oversized Gollum fled and you and Wednesday were left with Rowan's corpse. You didn't need to be an expert to see he was ripped open by those claw and dead.

You watched, wondering if there was anything you could have done. You had your lightning ready, but you just couldn't react in time. Were you going to hurt Rowan? Yeah, as far as that went you couldn't say you were any better than the monster that attacked him, but you weren't going to kill him, as strong as the lightning you gathered looked. You were going to aim for the ground in front of him, close enough to knock him out from the shock, but not nearly close enough to kill him.

You were frantically looking around, searching for any signs of the monster coming back, but it looked like it really left.

"We need to get someone," there was an urgency in Wednesday's voice you didn't quite expect, but you could see her legs shaking slightly. Shock from Rowan's death? No. She didn't look shaken. Was it the hit she took when he tossed her into the tree?

Deciding that it was probably that you nodded and followed closely behind her, just in case she couldn't keep standing. Damn Xavier for slowing you down, maybe all of this could have been avoided if you were only a minute quicker.

The first person you came across was Bianca and you noticed Wednesday faltering just for a split second. "Rowan was killed by a monster, I don't have time to explain, just get someone," Wednesday opened straight with that.

Bianca's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? What are you talking about?"

But before Wednesday could reply she began falling forward. "Wednesday," you caught her and turned her around in your arms. She was unconscious. "Bianca we both saw him get killed. Get someone, I need to take Wednesday back to the dorm," you knew you were putting your life at risk by doing so, and that Wednesday probably knew roughly a thousand different ways to inflict pain, give or take a few hundred, and that she'd be more than eager to put you through them. You still picked her up. "Please don't wake up," you pleaded, but your gaze softened. Wednesday looked peaceful and you couldn't help but notice how light and small she actually was. "I got you, I know you can't hear me, but I got you."

~X~

In the most ridiculous turn of events Rowan was actually alive, even though he clearly got killed less than 24 hours ago. How was that possible? You had no idea. You just knew the entire school thought you and Wednesday made that up.

So here you were, once more zapping to his room as he was finishing his packing. “Hey there, zombie, I didn’t know telekinesis brought people back to life,” you came in, eyes still red as he spun around and backed away.

“You should not be here, Y/N.” he told you sternly making you roll your eyes.

“And you shouldn’t be alive,” you said, lightning crackling around you.

He huffed, looking away for a moment. “As you can see I am perfectly healthy,” he said, almost mockingly.

You had enough and pushed him against the wall, pinning him as he gasped your name. “Doesn’t feel good, does it? Why did you try to kiss Wednesday, twice by the way?” you demanded, but this felt wrong, he wasn’t fighting back, he should still be able to knock you away with his powers, yet here he was, not doing anything.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was just on a stroll when you and Wednesday interrupted me,” he claimed, even though just last night he sounded eager to share everything.

You raised an eyebrow. “You actually interrupted us, remember?” you pulled away from him.

His eyes widened for a moment. “That, I didn’t intend to interrupt you, I apologize,” he raised his hands, acting embarrassed and that was all you needed.

Could you force whoever this was to reveal their identity? Probably. Pain was a good motivator, but there was also a chance you’d be doing it for nothing. You also lacked other information. Who else was working with them? Surely one person couldn’t cover up Rowan’s murder, so you kept your mouth shut.

“We’ll talk again, Rowan,” you jumped out of the window, zapping away from the dormitory.

~X~

It was like a déjà vu, what she was seeing. Only it was way worse this time. And interrupted? Was there already something romantic going on between you and Wednesday? Weems couldn’t know for sure, but she knew it couldn’t end well.

Yet even if she knew that she also knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.

~X~

Rowan was dead, that much was clear, but you needed an evidence. So, here you were, in the woods, looking for anything physical that could prove the two of you weren’t crazy.

And you found it, you found Rowan’s glasses with drops of blood on them. With glasses in your hand you went back to your dorm.

When you came back to the room you found Wednesday and Thing at her table, looking at the drawing she took from Rowan. You placed the glasses on her table, near Thing. "Someone is covering this up," you went to her other side and leaned back against her table, your hands gripping the edge of it.

"These are Rowan's. You went to the woods?" she demanded, looking at you with slightly widened eyes.

You nodded. "I wasn't sure if the oversized Gollum was still there, so I went alone," you heard tapping and saw Thing rapidly signing to you. Somehow you understood. You’ve been trying to learn morse code, well, more than the fun basic stuff and while you needed him to slow down at times you were getting there. And Thing was incredibly patient with you over the past week, even though Wednesday wanted to escape. "I wasn't being reckless, I'm a raiju," in your mind that was all the explanation you needed to give.

"Don't do that again," Wednesday ordered firmly. "I want to make sure we don't miss any clues," she said simply.

“Speaking of clues, someone who can shapeshift is covering up Rowan’s murder. It isn’t him,” you told her.

Wednesday turned all of her attention to you. “How do you know?”

“I lied,” you shrugged. “I don’t know anyone in the school with that ability, but I do know they shouldn’t be able to replicate abilities. His telekinesis, or,” you let your eyes turn red. “Me being a raiju for example.”

Wednesday thought about it. “I want you to prove to me you are a raiju whenever we meet up,” she pretty much ordered, and you could see the logic behind it.

“I won’t have to worry about them shifting to look like you,” you grinned, after all, they’d have to blink, and mimic Wednesday’s behavior and that was not easy.

She didn’t look amused, but there was a bit of an unspoken promise between the two of you, you would keep this to yourselves, acting like you didn’t know what the one covering Rowan’s murder could do. And then Wednesday showed you the drawing she took from Rowan’s corpse. "I need to know what this is about."

That made sense. "Any clues as to where that's from?"

"No," she then pointed at the upper right corner. "But I noticed this just before you came in," there was a mark there, it was faint, but you could see it.

"Looks like a flower? I guess?" you couldn't offer much aside from that. You've never seen it before.

"Let's go to the library," she stood up from her chair and Thing went into her bag.

“You can go ahead first, I’ll join you in a bit,” you figured she was too eager to search for the book to let you go into the library first.

“Why?” she immediately asked.

You looked away, embarrassed. “The rumors, I guess? Most people go to the library for reasons that don’t have anything to do with books, if you get what I mean,” when she remained silent, and more importantly when she maintained that same look that inquired you to keep going, you were left with no other choice but to sigh and elaborate. “Making out. Most people make out in the library. So, we go there together, and it won’t take Enid’s vlog for half the school to think we’re doing the same,” she was already deemed a psycho by most of the school, and the rumors that she killed someone could still be heard every now and then. Add in the fact that the entire school thought the two of you made up Rowan’s murder and as far as you were concerned the last thing Wednesday needed right now was for people to think she was with a raiju of all outcast groups.

Wednesday just frowned, tilting her head the same way she did during the festival. “Do not assume I care about such trivial rumors. Come on,” she was already halfway to the doors by the time you processed what she just said.

“Wednesday, I’m a raiju,” you reminded her, but still followed. She wasn’t going to stop and talk about this.

“I don’t see an issue with that, lightning beast. You can back out if you’re so sensitive about rumors,” she said evenly, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation, or any emotion in her voice, it was as if she was just stating a fact.

You could just watch her back, not entirely sure how to feel at the moment. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”

That got Wednesday to stop and turn around to look at you. “Then you should know I don’t care if they think I’m with you,” she just said it. As if she didn’t just say it didn’t matter what you were. That it didn’t matter you were a raiju. Sure, there were more dangerous outcasts, but raiju were solitary creatures. Docile, but uncontrollable, and you weren’t talking about just storms. That could be controlled, with time and practice you’d be able to stay in the rain and not worry about uncontrollable discharges. No, it was the beast form. Untamable, driven by instincts, unable to speak or fully grasp the situation it was in. Lightning is only capable of destruction and that form was the embodiment of lightning. Even with all the efforts you put into learning how to control your lightning you’d never, under any but direst circumstances, willingly shift into the actual raiju form.

Your father, as much as he cared about his roommate while at Nevermore, still lost control when he shifted, and the man and his brother barely avoided being killed during a particularly bad storm. The fear of doing the same was what made you so adamant on staying in control all the time.

And here Wednesday was, acting as if rumors about her being with a raiju wouldn’t bother her.

All you could was to let out a weak laugh and go after the girl to the library.

~X~

Basically bursting into the library, the two of you were met with the sight you expected to see. Heavy make out session of two students, vampires this time. You awkwardly looked to the side, not really wanting to meet their eyes as they fled the library, embarrassed to be caught.

Wednesday, for whatever reason, and against your expectations, didn’t seem to be affected by what she saw. She just went straight into searching for the book. Thing got out of her backpack and began searching as well, so you did too. You looked for anything purple that had the mark on the page Wednesday had.

"I keep seeing that same purple book," Wednesday said to thing after you showed her yet another shade of purple that didn’t match what she was looking for.

Apparently, Thing didn’t have much luck either. "The cover was darker, more like a day-old contusion, keep looking."

“That’s one way to describe a color,” you grinned at her, but before she could reply, if she was even going to reply, the doors opened and the two of you looked up to see Thornhill at the top of the stairs. Thing quickly hid behind the books.

"I don't usually find students in here looking for actual books," Thornhill said as she came down the stairs. "Most sneak in to make out."

"We accidentally walked in on two vampires fanging, I can't unsee that," Wednesday said and you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I’ll come back later, if you don’t mind,” you said, not really wanting to spend time with the woman. You couldn’t get the look in her eyes out of your head whenever you saw her. That look of fear she had when she saw you electrocuting Tyler and his friends on the previous Outreach day. It was barely stronger than a taser, but it could have been stronger, and no matter what was said or done your and Thornhill’s relationship was permanently and irrevocably damaged. Hence, why you didn’t pay attention to her classes and did the tests just well enough to pass them.

"Sorry about that, I'm afraid Y/N and I got off on the wrong foot," you heard Thornhill saying as you left the library.

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[alittlelostsputnik]

i can't stop thinking about wednesday being home after the academy closed for the semester.

there's a strange feeling of emptiness in her room in the absence of a second bed and stuffed unicorn collection.

sometimes in the day, she'll find herself waiting to hear enid's giggling while she replies to a text, or to hear enid strike up a conversation with thing. neither ever happen.

even at night, wednesday will spend a while lying awake, listening for the grinding of canines or even the occasional growl. there's only ever silence.

[b00knerd1o1]

Wednesdays Introduction to Squishmallows

Summary:

Enid brings a colorful squishmallow into the dorm room and it goes about as well as you would expect.

The methodical clicking of her typewriter could lull anyone into a trance, Anyone but Wednesday Addams. She stays vigilant. She Runs through her novel ideas, types them up, and keeps tabs on her surroundings simultaneously. Little in her surroundings requires her attention. Enid had snuck out for the night. Thing was resting peacefully next to her, and little else in the isolated room would warrant her attention. Despite the tranquility around her, Wednesday keeps all her senses open. She might not have supper hearing, but she still catches onto the thrumb of footsteps rushing up the stairs. She continues her work- even when the door swings open with a bang- but devotes more of her attention to her surroundings than before.

The sound of Enid flopping onto her bed with an annoying crinkly bag floats through the room. She had been on a late-night shopping spree. What could warrant the bubbly girl to set out in the middle of the night for one eludes Wednesday. She feels that if she asks her roommate, she will be trapped listening to her drone on about mundane, inconsequential facts, so she stays silent. Thing, on the other hand, swings off her table and scurries over to Enid to see what treasure she has brought back.

“Hello, Thing!”  Enid’s overly cheery voice rings out, accompanied by more shifting and plastic crinkling. Wednesdays cant see Thing to discern what he communicates, but Enid’s side of the conversation tells her all she needs to know. “It’s so cute, right? I’ve wanted to get one forever, but I never saw one I really liked until now! When I heard they were getting a shipment, I knew I had to get one. No matter what!”

Her attention is fully drawn to the conversation for a second, her fingers stall over the keys to her typewriter, and she cocks her head slightly to the side.

“Come join us Wednesday!” Enid’s voice rings out before she can correct her mistake. She reluctantly turns around but stops dead when she sees the enormous egg-shaped ball of pastel rainbow sitting on Enid’s bed.

“What is that?” She asks, horrified.

“A Squishmallow,” Enid replies as if it should be obvious.

“And what exactly is that?” Wednesday asks, not dating, to take a step any closer to the abomination.

“Their supper fluffy stuffed animals. Try hugging it!” Enid trusts the toy forward, and Wednesday quickly sidesteps.

“I don’t engage in hugging, and I would never touch something so horrendously and unnecessarily colorful.”

“The color is half Its appeal!” Enid says, bouncing up and down.

“And what’s the other half?” Wednesday deadpans.

“The squish! It’s as fluffy as a cloud!” Enid shouts as she spins around and squeezes it tight to her chest.

“It looks like you’re strangling it,” Wednesday observes out loud. Enid stops and looks down at the toy quizzically.

“I guess your right.” She says. A little of the joy falling from her face. “It’s still cute, tho.” Wednesday scoffs but decides not to say anything as Enid rearranges the rest of her stuffed unicorn collection to fit its new addition.

After a couple of weeks of the hideous unicorn sitting on Enid’s side of the room, Wednesday forgets about it. While it is one of the worst offenders regarding Enid’s affinity for all things colorful, it easily blends into the rest of her side of the room. Every couple of nights, Enid will pull the plush from its place and squeeze it tightly while listening to bland commercialized pop music. She continuously bugs Wednesday, asking her if she wants to feel how soft it is.

“You don't even have to hug it. Just squish it a little.”

“No.”

“Come on. It’s life-changing, I promise!”

“I’ve had enough life-changing events to deal with. I don't need to break out in a bunch of hives just to touch a stuffed animal.”

“Oh.” Enid practically deflates. “I forgot.” She fidgets uncomfortably for a second, and Wednesday turns away from her to return to her writing.

The next time Enid brings the Stuffie out, she doesn't pester Wednesday. The same happens the next time, the next time, and the next time. Soon enough, Wednesday becomes confident she will never have to deal with it again. That is until she walks into their room one day to find a plastic bag on her bed.

She grumbles and walks over to move it to Enid’s bed when she notices a note tucked into the side of the bag with her name on it. She picks it up and scans over its contents.

Howdy Roomy!

I bet you thought you could escape the Squishmallows.

NEVER!

I Spent forever searching but I found a fully black and white one for you for resale! It’s even spooky!

Give it a good squeeze for me!

-Enid!!!

Wednesday cautiously peals the plastic away to find a black and white cartoon skeleton peering up at her. She stares down at its eyes and picks it up to toss into the corner when her hand sinks through. She looks at the toy astonished, and squeezes it again. The fluff inside gives way easily under her pressure but springs back up immediately when she releases it. After a tense moment, Wednesday brings it up to her chest and squeezes. 

The hug- if you could even call it that- lasts only a few seconds, but it’s the longest one she’s ever had control over. Other people were difficult to embrace- literally and physically- but the stuffed toy had no emotions or wants for her to deal with. It won't linger too long or pick her up awkwardly and swing her around like a child. If she were to hug it again, she would be in complete control. So she places it next to her pillow.

She begins walking towards her typewriter when she notices Thing from the corner of her eye, “Not a word of this to anyone.”

[i-cant-even-function]

Delivery for Enid Sinclair

A little 2am fic I threw together based on a very sparse prompt from my girlfriend. I don't know proper formatting etiquette on Tumblr so I hope this works out.

Spoilers for Wednesday (2022). Like, right off the bat. Don't even read the second sentence if you haven't finished it yet. Seriously.

Summary: Enid is worried Wednesday left for summer break already, but Wednesday has just been busy.

Word count: 1954

minor divergence from canon where they stayed for the rest of the school year, I guess

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Honestly, Enid was glad the school year was over. After a disastrous and taxing rollercoaster of a social life followed immediately by a centuries old white supremacist returning from the dead thirsting for genocide and a violent transition into her own as a fully fledged werewolf only to immediately fight for her life against a rampaging Hyde, she was ready for some relative peace and quiet on the sunny beaches of California. She was excited to return to her brightly furnished room at home with the rest of her stuffed animal collection, see her youngest siblings, and soak in the sweet summer rays while exploring the ever changing streets of her hometown, but the cons weighed heavily on her as well. Being home meant being unable to avoid the increasing expectations of her family (No mom, i'm not competing in the werewolf games at the family picnic. Because I don't enjoy rolling around in the mud and ripping the heads off wild animals, that's why), being away from her motley crew of friends, and…well, not being able to see her for an entire summer.

Enid looked around her attic double. Her side of the room was still, frankly, a wreck. It seemed that no matter how much she stuffed into her steamer trunks, there was another stack of jackets or an unreasonably warm quilt to pack away. Wednesday’s side of the room was, in all ways, the opposite. Her luggage was uniformly stacked by her bed, as neat and composed as she was. Where Enid’s side was still draped with every color of the rainbow, Wednesday’s sparse, monochromatic decorations were cleared from every surface she had deemed worthy of their placement. Enid hadn’t even seen her pack. It seemed as if overnight her roommate simply evaporated, leaving only a few trunks and boxes as condensation. Even Thing was noticeably absent. Though she hadn’t caught onto this being the reason why, Enid’s departure from Nevermore was considerably hampered by the distress of Wednesday possibly leaving without saying goodbye. Had she already been picked up, leaving her things to be collected by her odd, zombie-esq butler ? Sure, she had slept in till 11, but after all they’d been through this year Enid thought she meant a little more to her misanthropic roommate.

“I don’t even know if she wants to fill out next year’s housing form together…” She muttered sadly to a stuffed unicorn, holding it by its little chubby cheeks.

“It’s okay Enid” She said in a ridiculous voice, bouncing the doll around as if alive. “You know how she is. I bet she left you a trail of clues to solve that will spell out how she feels about you in no unclear terms”

She scoffed, packing the unicorn away. ‘No unclear terms’ was clearly a sin in the Addams’ household. Wednesday’s vernacular was strictly Victorian-era serial killer. Everything she said was a cutting remark, a blade made of dictionary definitions and honed with 16 years of sarcasm. She had seen teachers and peers alike grow increasingly frustrated while verbally fencing with her, and as someone who valued honesty, as someone who valued kindness, as someone who valued integrity…

…well, she was unwittingly enamored by it. When she had looked up “indelible” in the dictionary, she spent that whole night staring at the ceiling, listening to Wednesday’s nearly imperceptible breathing, thinking about it. Thinking about her. The mark you have left on me is indelible. God, she couldn’t have dreamed of better poetry.

Which is perhaps why she felt so miserable that she was missing. That and the fact that if she didn’t see Wednesday soon, they wouldn’t see each other for months. Wednesday didn’t even have a phone, so they wouldn’t be able to text or call or facetime, and Enid wouldn’t be able to stalk her on Instagram or anything !

She uses her typewriter a lot though. You could send each other letters, sealed with wax and a kiss, like sappho and her friend~

Enid shook her head, clearing the blush she felt rising to her cheeks and stuffing some skirts and leggings into her already cramped trunks. It would probably fit better if she folded them, but she was in no mood, dammit !

She had fully dismantled her decorations and almost finished packing the last of her clothes when she heard the door open and quickly shut behind her. She whipped around and was quite surprised to see no one there until her eyes drifted down and she spotted Thing tapping happily on the floorboards.

“Oh. My. GOD.” She squealed at the sight of him. He was wearing the cutest little delivery man hat, perfectly adorned on his wrist-stump, and had several silver rings on his fingers. Around his…neck ? I guess…was a small card on a gold ribbon. Enid got down low on her haunches as he scampered up to her, tapping out his message.

“A delivery ? for me ??” Enid could barely contain her delight at the little man’s cute outfit, but brought herself to her senses when he (with great difficulty) tapped the card tied to him. She carefully removed it and flipped it over.

To Enid Sinclair: May these flowers remind you of the death and destruction we caused together as they wilt and die despite whatever futile attempts are made to preserve them.

-Wednesday Friday Addams

“Flowers !?” Enid scanned around eagerly for Thing’s delivery, but he tapped furiously on the ground to reclaim her attention and pointed at the door. She could barely contain herself as she rushed across the room and yanked open the door, expecting a little arrangement placed on the ground. Instead, she found herself looking at a very familiar pair of black platforms. She followed them up until they all but disappeared behind an enormous vase filled with a carefully crafted bouquet. Alternating black and white flowers of a species which she could not name encircled a marvelous center of pink roses. Hidden behind the spectacle came a beautifully monotone voice.

“We would have been more timely, but Thing insisted on getting dressed up.”

Enid was visibly shaking. She carefully took the vase from the pale hands that carried it, revealing Wednesday Addams, looking anywhere except for at Enid. She was speechless as she stepped to the side, allowing her thematic opposite to enter the room. They stood like that, a few feet apart in silence, for several agonizing seconds. Finally, Wednesday looked up from the floor.

“You are crying. Why ? I thought you liked…stuff like this.”

Enid shook her head, setting down the flowers and wiping the long sleeves of her thneed-like sweater across her eyes.

“I do, I do, I swear, I just…” She petered out with a sniffle, overcome with a slurry of emotions. 

Wednesday Addams hadn’t left her behind. In fact, she got Enid a present. Not only did she get her a present, she got her a present she thought Enid would like. Not only did she think Enid would like it, it was a beautiful bouquet of subtext laden flowers. Enid felt like she was going to explode.

“I can get different ones, I'm sure the florist is still suitably threatened. I can be back within the hour. Don’t leave.”

Wednesday turned on her heel for the door, but Enid caught her wrist as she reached for the knob.

“No ! No please, just let me get my shit together. I…I love them so much, you don’t even know.” She let out a wet laugh, getting choked up on the last several months of pining. Wednesday looked up down at the hand holding her wrist, then up at the blonde. Her eyes were impossible to meet, but Enid did it anyway. They were absolutely gorgeous, and she could swear that she could see the cogs turning in Wednesday’s head as she tried to navigate such a deeply human interaction.

“Would…would it, perchance, be helpful, if…” Wednesday let out a little sigh, steeling herself. “Would you. Like a hug. From me.”

Enid nodded furiously, nearly bursting out in tears once more. She literally couldn't even as she draped her arms around the shorter girl’s shoulders and squeezed. Wednesday was stiff in her embrace, her arms awkwardly placed around Enid’s back, but she relaxed as the hug lengthened. Enid could feel Wednesday press her face into her chest, resting her forehead on Enid’s shoulder, and those pale hands found purchase in the fuzzy pink sweater. This time, there was no blood. No open wounds from knives or claws. No adrenaline from defying death. No spectating masses. Just them.

“Okay that’s enough.”

They separated, Enid taking a respectful step back, but found that Wednesday had let her hand retain its grip on Enid’s. 

“Thank you Wednesday, this really means a lot to me.”

Wednesday looked uncomfortable, looking at the ground once more, scanning for something to focus on. Enid could only look at her with the softest of smiles.

“You…don’t have to hold my hand if you don’t want to. I’m okay, really, just moved.”

“No.” Wednesday said stiffly. “I want to want this. This is both research and experimentation, and I’ve already procrastinated it long enough, so this is what we’re doing. For now.”

Enid couldn’t help but laugh at her determination. Her hand was honestly cold and a little clammy, but it was a nice, sincere sort of clammy.

“Well I like it. A lot, actually. But there’s no rush, yaknow. We could just sorta take it slow, see what works ?”

Wednesday took a step forward, leashing Enid closer with what quickly became an iron grip. It felt like Enid blinked and Wednesday had closed the gap between them, looking up at her with those stupid, beautiful, inquiring eyes. They were scanning her, reading every inch of Enid’s face as she quickly became a bright red. With her other hand, Wednesday reached up and traced the scars on her face from her fight with the Hyde. The fight to protect her.

“Right. Slow.”

Enid was going to faint. She had gone from believing she was but a memory Wednesday had left behind to kissing her softly in the room they had shared all year. It felt as though the clouds had parted and a beam of celestial light was shining on them through the spider webbed window at the other end of the room. Time stood still, not daring to interrupt the inscrutable Wednesday Addams as she explored this unknown territory, and yet it was still over too soon.

“Interesting.” She said as she came down off her tiptoes. Enid was downright woozy as Wednesday no longer anchored her to the spot.

“Jeepers…” She said dreamily. After kissing someone who regularly used chapstick, it made sense why her kisses with Ajax had needed so much extra spice. She regained her footing, if not her composure, and addressed the Addams.

“So, does this mean- HEY” 

Wednesday was writing something down in a black leather notebook. Enid planted her fists firmly on her hips, taking on a scolding tone that was a little too much like her mothers.

“Are you taking NOTES !? Do NOT tell me this was just for your book !”

Wednesday snapped the notebook shut, wrapping the elastic around it to keep it closed.

“Of course I'm taking notes. What part of research and experimentation was unclear. And it’s obviously not for my book, Viper would never be so easily distracted by a love interest.”

Enid was about to fire back a retort, but something tripped her up.

“Love interest ?”

Wednesday nodded and took a slip of paper from her pocket. She held it out to Enid, revealing her new phone number.

“If that is what you would like to be.”

[darkfogfox]

Enid adding to her stuffed unicorn collection

Wednesday adding to her hit list

[josy1986]

Wenclair: Jealousy

Okay, so remember when I said I’d take it easy? Well I tried, this came out and its not my fault that my wrist is burning with the intensity of a 1000 suns.

Anyway! It seemed that the Jealousy option was very well liked, so here ya go!

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Feelings, if there was something that Wednesday Addams didn’t do it was exactly that. 

Having feelings and emotions came with frustrations, anger and hurt. And Wednesday wouldn’t be Wednesday if she didn’t try everything in her power to avoid these said emotions and feelings at all cost.

That was up until Enid Sinclair came into her life. Enid with her sparkly personality, positive attitude, a stuffed unicorn collection so colorful it would make a clown jealous and that damn pop music that she was sure caused her ears to bleed.

Everything about the werewolf made her want to run into the opposite direction and yet she didn’t. 

She found herself looking at her roommate on more than one occasion, wondering how it would feel if Enid held her hand.

Wondering if another hug would feel as amazing as the first one they shared.

It made her sick after realizing how much she wanted to be around the blonde but she couldn’t stop. She found herself touching Enid’s arm on rare occasions when she noticed how anxious the blonde could get from an upcoming test, or family drama.

She also noticed that Enid always calmed down when she did.

When the day came that Enid’s hormones were so out of whack due to the werewolf genes now going rampage inside her body, she was there to offer a solution.

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[kingluffy5]

Playing Detectives Pt 4 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

Y/N and Wednesday learned of a potential new lead in their case in the form of Jericho’s founder Joseph Crackstone, meanwhile Wednesday’s latest stunt puts her on thin ice and when they learn that the monster is actually human Y/N and Wednesday start considering who they can trust.

I already have enough on my plate to deal with as it is with the prophecy only getting more confusing as a four hundred year old pilgrim who discriminated against out casts and tried to kill Wends’ ancestor is now seemingly involved, as well as the monster being a human, now I have to consider who I can trust outside of Wends anyone is a suspect, and of course Xavier just about proving that the Rowan we saw was a doppelgänger. But I also have to deal with possibly one of the worst things about this place, the Rave’n, one of our many school dances. I used to get asked a decent amount but I think they gave up trying, that or no one wanted to go with me after the scar on my eye took up part of my face. I would ask Wednesday to go as friends but our time would be much better spent focusing on the case.

Another thing on our plate is that Ajax stood Enid up on their date, I had to stop Wends from shooting him with a nail gun. I asked him about it and it turns out he stoned himself and missed the date, I suggested he tell Enid but he was too embarrassed, and I won’t tell her because it isn’t my place to.

At the moment however I should focus as me and Wednesday are sneaking into the morgue to inspect a dead body, we got word that the homeless guy we found in the old meeting house had been brutally murdered. Me and Wends slide in under the door as Thing sticks bubblegum onto the camera.

“Find the files on the monsters other victims and make copies, don’t pout, your scalpel skills are questionable.” She tells Thing as we go to find the body.

“Remember on my thirteenth birthday when Uncle Fester got me that cadaver, you sliced right through that man’s carotid.”

We check various containers and make occasional comments.

“Magnificent hematoma.”

Eventually we find the one, Wednesday starts recording her findings as we check the bodies injuries and Thing makes copies.

We see that the body’s left foot is missing when Thing starts telling us people are coming, we shut the container and hide in some empty ones.

The Sheriff and Mortician talk for a minute before the Sheriff leaves, the Mortician then opens the container with Wednesday in it but believes her to be a dead body and then leaves.

Thing opens our containers but Wednesday requests five more minutes inside.

— — —

Me and Wends are hanging out in her dorm putting our findings on a board.

“When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover I did not have Ted Bundy’s Pinterest in mind.” Enid says.

“Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection.” Wednesday replies.

“Is this why you snuck out last night?”

“We may have made an unsanctioned trip to the morgue to copy the files of the monster’s victims.”

“Okay, there are so many levels of ew in that statement I don’t know where to begin.”

“We need to get inside its head, discover any patterns or anomalies, we’ve already made a big discovery, turns out all of the monsters victims have had body parts surgically removed, the first one a kidney, the second one a finger.” Wednesday says while handing Enid pictures.

“Wednesday, I don’t feel-”

“Third a gall bladder, and the bearded man from the meeting house two toes, do you understand what this means? These models aren’t mindless, he’s collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It’s impressive, actually.” Wednesday says as we turn around and see that Enid has fainted. We turn back to Thing and request that he fetch the smelling salts again.

— — —

We are in Thornihill’s class now, I’m dozing off as I sit next to Gwen, I get excited when I hear Thornhill bring up something about sexual trickery but get disappointed when I realize she’s just talking about plants.

Bianca makes some joke about the Rave’n which causes Thornhill to solidify herself as my favorite teacher by revealing that because of the dance she isn’t going to assign homework.

Xavier talks to Wednesday about the dance but she says something about sticking needles in her eyes, we then both notice the scratches on his neck.

We look to each other and silently agree to follow him.

— — —

We follow him to his art studio and hide behind some trees.

“We need to do this, Xavier didn’t get those scratches from fencing, he’s hiding something.”

We walk into the studio and see several pictures of the monster looking like they’re staring right at us.

“I suppose every artist needs a muse.”

“A muse is a pretty girl or a bowl of fruit, this is just creepy.” I say

“Xavier you just said that much more interesting.” Wednesday said as she grabbed some pictures.

We head out but Xavier spots Wednesday, I duck behind the shed to avoid being seen.

“Wednesday.”

“Xavier, hello.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, I just saw you come out this way, what is this place?”

“It’s kind of my private art studio, I cleared it out and fixed it up so Weems lets me use it.”

“How very entrepreneurial, I would love to see inside. Why don’t you give me a tour?”

“Not right now, it’s a total mess.”

“I shadowed a crime scene photographer last summer, I’m not easily fazed.” I feel like she wouldn’t easily be fazed even if she didn’t shadow ad crime scene photographer.

“Maybe another time, why were you looking for me?”

“I wanted to go over Ms. Thornhill’s homework assignment.” Damn it Wends Thornhill didn’t give out homework, now he’s going to realize that we think he’s the monster.

“She didn’t give us homework, remember?” Shit, shit, shit shit. “Why are you really out here?” Double shit. “Is this about a certain dance that makes you want to poke needles into your eyes, perhaps?” Well, that was lucky. “I’m all ears.”

“Are you really going to make me ask?” Wednesday said. Wait what?

“Oh, absolutely.” Why this cocky, why would Wends actually go with him, I thought she hated the idea of dances just like me.

What then followed was a near half minute of Wednesday trying to ask Xavier to the dance before finally managing to spit it out. I don’t know why but when she finally asked and Xavier said yes it felt like my stomach dropped and everything just stopped for a second, why would I be disappointed about Wends going to the dance with X-, oh shit, I see what’s happening, I am starting to like Wednesday romantically, well shit, this sucks, we’re partners and good friends, being a couple would just ruin all of that.

— — —

While it’s clear that Wednesday is only going with Xavier to get info and check to see whether or not he is our monster, it still honestly feels sucky. And now I have to deal with therapy.

“I do actually have something I want to talk about today.” I say when I sit down.

Dr. Kinbott looked shocked by this and immediately grabbed her notebook. “Really, ok, what is it?” She asked.

“There’s this girl I like who I’m really close to, and I just realized I like her as more than friends, and there’s a dance coming up and she’s going with someone else and I know she’s not interested in him she’s just going for other reasons but I still feel shitty about it, I also don’t want to ruin our friendship by asking her out, and would I be a bad friend if I don’t feel happy if she was happy with someone else?” I ramble.

“That’s a lot to unpack, let’s start with this girl, is it Wednesday?” I normally would say no but the shocked face I give her manages to reveal the truth. “I see you two walking around a lot, you would be cute together, why do you feel like your friendship would be ruined by asking her out, or why do you think she would say no?”

“Well we just work so well as friends and partners, and I know that she would say no because she is this pretty, cool, smart, girl who seems to have guys throwing themselves at her, I don’t want to be selfish by putting my desires before our friendship.”

“It isn’t selfish to put your own happiness first every now and again.” She says trying to support me.

“Why would she go out with me, she’s perfect, and I’m broken.” I say putting my hand over my scarred eye as I smile at Dr. Kinbott.

“What do you mean by broken? Is it your scar? How did you get it?”

“Under normal circumstances I would never tell you this, but stuff has been feeling shitty recently and … I guess I finally need to let some stuff out to someone who doesn’t share my last name. I had another brother once, my parents first kid, he had bipolar, some days we were best friends doing everything together, others he hated me and stayed in his room all day, one time during dinner, on one of his bad days, I was joking and being loud and it was annoying him, so he grabbed his steak knife and cut at my eye, my parents rushed me to the hospital and not long after that he put a shotgun in his mouth.” I confess, telling the story for the first time since it happened.

I start to break down and the doc comforted me, handing me some tissues and saying it’s alright while all I said was either it’s my fault or that I’m broken. God I miss Arthur, so much.

— — —

After that I walked around Jericho before running into Wednesday.

“Where are you coming from?” She asked.

“Therapy.” I answer. “You?”

“Enid wanted to take me dress shopping but I managed to get out of it, now come on let’s go see the Sheriff.”

We then walked over to the Sheriff’s office and showed him the pictures we found in Xavier’s studio.

“We both know there is a monster out there, if we’re going to stop it, I think it’s time we put our differences aside and work together.”

“And this is your stake for me to deal you two in.” He then takes out any other picture and compares them. “I’m sorry, you gotta do better than that, you got some nice detail though.”

“We didn’t draw it.” I inform him.

“I need to know who did.” He says.

“Unless we’re exchanging intel I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Why would I share information on an ongoing murder investigation with a couple of high school kids?” He asks.

“Because we go to Nevermore and you don’t, don’t you want some eyes and ears behind those ivy covered walls?”

“Listen, Velma and Shaggy, why don’t you and the Scooby gang stick to your homework and leave the investigating to the professionals.” He says before getting a phone call, personally I feel like I would be Scooby but alright. “What?” He starts to talk on the line before calling us back.

“Let me see that sketch again, the person who drew this, that your suspect? When you bring me some concrete evidence maybe we’ll talk.”

We then finally leave the office but we end up running into Tyler.

“Don’t wanna ask what trouble you’re in now.”

“Nothing we can’t handle, your father’s in particularly frustrating form today, avoid.”

“Welcome to my world, you guys have the Rave’N this weekend right? It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today.”

“I must be the only one not obsessed with this stupid dance.” Wends says.

“So you’re not going?” He asks

“Actually, I was forced to ask someone as an act of self preservation.” I died a little inside when she said this, liking someone is so annoying.

“Sure that happens, I guess. So who is it?”

“Xavier.”

“Got it, hope you two have fun.”

“I’m not sure why you’re upset.”

“That’s kind of the problem, I mean call me crazy Wednesday but you keep giving me these signals.” I’m sorry what signals, occasional conversation is signals for this guy.

“It’s not my fault I can’t interpret your emotional Morse code.”

“Then let me spell it out, I thought we liked each other, but then you pull something like this and I have no idea where I stand, am I in the more than friend zone or just a pawn in some game you’re playing?” Well at least when I like a girl, I don’t blame her for not liking me back.

“I’m just dealing with a lot right now, I need to prioritize.”

“Thanks for cleaning that up, I guess, give me a call if I ever move up your to do list.” Tyler says before walking off.

“Not one word.” Wednesday says to me and Thing.

— — —

Wednesday and I moved our murder board into the beekeeping shed, with Eugene’s permission and Enid’s insistence.

“No worries. Mi colmena es us colmena. I assume this is the creature that’s been rampaging in the woods”

“You told him?” Wednesday glared at me.

“We told your roommate.” I said deadpan staring at the board.

“Mr. Fits banned me from bug hunting until further notice. Speaking of monsters with sharp claws can you give this to your roommate, put in a good word for me?” He asked Wends. “I hear she’s still sans date for the Rave’N.”

“Eugene.”

“I know the chances of her asking me are next to zero, but I don’t care. I’ll keep putting myself out there until Enid finally sees me.” God I need this kid’s confidence.

“And if she never was.”

“She will, I’m playing the long game, my moms say people will appreciate me when I’m older, I know they’re just trying to make me feel better, but-”

“Listen people like us, we’re original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don’t need these inane rites of passage to validate who we are, Y/N?”

“Most of the people going are self absorbed shit bags anyway.” I chime in.

“Exactly.”

“So you’re not going to the Rave’N either?” He asks us.

“I’m not.” I say.

“Actually, I am, with Xavier”

“I see.”

“It’s not like I like Xavier, I just have ulterior motives, sketches are the closest thing me and Y/N have to a lead to try and stop this thing.”

“That circle, I think I know where that is.” Eugene tells us.

“Show us.”

We walk through the woods for a few minutes before coming across a cave that looks like the circles in one of Xavier’s drawings.’

“You think it’s in there?” He asks us/

“Only one way to find out.”

We walk up to the entrance.

“I’m not a huge fan of enclosed spaces, I’m claustrophobic.”

“If you hear me screaming bloody murder there’s a good chance I’m just enjoying myself.”

We then walk into the cave and look around with our flashlights, we find deer bones and find some shackles attached to the wall with scratch marks around them and a claw jammed into the rocks.

— — —

Me and Wednesday go into Xaviers studio to find something to match for DNA to present to the Sheriff.

After we grab something Xavier walks in.

“The hell you doing he asks us?”

“How do you know what the monster looks like? Or all these just self portraits.”

“What, you think it’s me? I saved your life.”

“So did the monster. Or was that you the night Rowan was killed?”

“You are so out of line right now.”

“We’re just trying to uncover the truth, and your art seems to have a recurring motif.”

“Yeah, this creature’s been haunting my dreams for the past couple of weeks, I try to block it out, but I can’t so I just come in here and paint it, when I was painting this one the claws reached out of the canvas and took a swipe at me, that’s how I got these scratches”

“I thought you were able to control your ability.”

“Not when it comes to this thing.”

“Maybe it’s just your guilty conscience.”

“I told you I’m not the monster, okay?”

Wednesday then takes out the drawing of the cave.

“So you just happened to draw pictures of it down to the location of its lair in the woods? Those are some pretty vivid dreams.”

“You were in there before, when I caught you, that’s the only reason you asked me to the Rave’N isn’t it? To try and cover, you are unbelievable.”

“It’s nothing personal.”

“It never is with you is it? I mean, do you even care about anyone or anything at all, Wednesday? Get out! Both of you out!”

We do as he requests and leave to go to the Sheriff’s.

— — —

We hand the Sheriff our DNA samples.

“That’s the claw of the monster and that’s a dried blood sample from a potential suspect, he used it to dab scratches on his neck, run the DNA test and see if they match.”

“I’m sorry, do I work for you?”

“You asked for concrete evidence, that’s it”

“Where’d you get this? And who’s the suspect?”

“Run the test first then I’ll explain everything.”

“I’m not playing games.”

“Neither are we Sheriff.”

“Bernice, bring me a DNA authorization form please.”

— — —

Me and Wednesday were now back at Nevermore, we saw Eugene sulking by the fountain.

“Why so glum?” She asked him.

“Saw Enid at lunch, asked if she got my honey.”

“It’s not like I didn’t warn you, since none of us have a date to the dance-”

“We should all go together!” Eugene said enthusiastically.

“What? No, I was going to suggest we stake out the cave and identify the monster, whoever it may be.”

We then looked over at Xavier before walking off.

“Don’t worry man, someday you will get a girl who genuinely loves everything about you.” I comfort him.

— — —

Me and Eugene spent the better part of the afternoon getting ready, I was bringing minimal supplies, flashlights, some snacks if we get hungry, and I snuck one of my swords from my forgery with some runic engravings on it for extra measure just to be safe, the runes give it some ice powers and stuff, also some walkie talkies.

We began to head downstairs to meet Wends and head out.

“You excited buddy? Your first stake out.” I ask him.

“Yeah, I also just wanted to say thanks, if it wasn’t for you and Wednesday I wouldn’t really have any friends so it means a lot to me you guys are including me.”

“When you’re an outcast amongst outcasts it’s probably smart to stick together.”

“Yeah, not many others here love bees as much as us.”

“Also I have a massive pile of manga in my closet.” I confess. “The only ones who know are now you and Thing.”

“What?” He laughs.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you and hide your body in one of the hives.” I threaten also laughing.

We keep walking until we see Wends, in a dress, with Tyler, shit.

“Wednesday, what’s going on?” Eugene asks her. “What happened to staking out the cave?”

“Don’t worry we get it, we’ll check it out ourselves.” I say turning to head out.

“No, it’s too dangerous, stand down.” She tells us. “We’ll go together tomorrow night, understood?”

“Come on Wends, this our first real lead in a while. I’ll watch out for him.” I offer, she should go and have fun, even if it isn’t with me.

“You especially shouldn’t go.” She tells me almost as if it was a warning.

“Come on, here.” I hand her one of the radios from my bag. “We can be in contact at all times, if things gets hairy we’ll call.”

“Fine if you must go, you will remain by your radios at all times, and at the first sign of danger, run.” She tells us sternly

“Yes ma’am.” I say jokingly.

With that we part ways, Wednesday to the Rave’N with Tyler, me to the cave with Eugene. But, if there is one thing I know about Wednesday is that she always looks forward to the next thing, she never looks back, so why did I notice her looking back at me when we left.

— — —

We’ve been here for half an hour by this point, I always loved the vibe of the woods at night, the bugs chirping, owls hooting, the moonlight shrouded by the clouds. It just feels peaceful. Eugene talks in his voice recorder about how there has been no movement but he did here a type of bug he liked so that’s nice.

“Hey man put that thing away for a second will you?” I ask.

“Sure what is it?”

“What I’m about to tell you never gets out, you will tell no one, not Enid, not Thing, nobody.”

“Not even Wednesday?”

“Especially not Wends.”

“This feels a bit more serious than a giant manga collection.” He jokes.

“Yeah it is, I may or may not have been developing romantic feelings for a certain goth girl in our beekeeping club.”

“First we’re called the Nevermore Hummers, but wait, you seriously have a crush on Wednesday?”

“Yeah.” I confess.

“Well why didn’t you ask her to the dance?”

“I don’t know? First she was going with Xavier, then we were staking out this cave, and now she’s there with Tyler.”

“I can’t believe she bailed on us for the dance.”

“Don’t blame Wends, she’s been focusing on the case a lot, she deserves to have fun.” I defend her.

“But you’ve been focusing on it just as much, you should be able to go as well.”

“Yeah, I guess, but it wouldn’t feel the same not being there with her, at least when she was going with Xavier I knew she didn’t have feelings for him, but with Tyler it’s different, she’s choosing to be there with him right now.”

We then wait around a couple more hours before we hear a car pull up to the cave and someone gets out. They walk over to the cave before throwing in a Molotov cocktail. After throwing it in they shine their flashlight directly at us and run away as fast as we can.

We run for a few minutes before hiding behind some trees. We stop to catch our breath but we start to hear the monster snarling and we continue our run.

In the distance I can hear Wends shouting our names, either that or I’m just hallucinating. Before I know it Eugene trips over and loses his glasses, I turn to try and run back but the monster gets to him before I do. He slash my sword at it a few times before it runs off.

“Eugene, wake up kid, it’s gone, you’re alright.” I try to say to him. Before I know it I’m hyperventilating, my vision’s getting blurry, and everything is feeling numb, I don’t even notice it until Wednesday shakes me and yells my name.

“Y/N”

That starts to take me out of it as I notice her hand on mine and her terrifying yet somewhat comforting stare into my soul.

Thornhill runs in and yells. “Is he’s alive!”

[usedbooksworld]

Oracle of the Unicorns: Enter an Enchanted Realm of Magic and Miracles

Oracle of the Unicorns: Enter an Enchanted Realm of Magic and Miracles 

Cards – June 8, 2017

by Cordelia Francesca Brabbs  (Author)

The most enchanting of mystical creatures, unicorns are a symbol of miracles, purity, and magic. Like mermaids, faeries, and dragons, unicorns, too, have a distinct and powerful spiritual energy. Delve into their wondrous realm through the Oracle of the Unicorns to reawaken your intuitive abilities, your innate wisdom, your unique gifts, your extraordinary courage, and your divine potential. The unicorn guides in this deck help you discover the magic that lies within you. They wish for you to become a more conscious creator of your reality, harnessing the infinite power of the universe to conjure miracles and move mountains. Experience greater joy, love, peace, and prosperity by welcoming unicorn energy into your world.

About the Author

Cordelia Francesca Brabbs is a Magical Mentor for conscious and creative people who want to see what’s really possible when they unlock their gifts and live from their magic. Cordelia works mainly with the Diamond Light, pure Source energy that helps people release core wounds, patterns and energetic contracts that limit them. During these sessions she helps people get rewired and recoded on a cellular, DNA, and genetic level to fulfil their divine potential and realign to their true state of abundance and joy.  For as long as she can remember, Cordelia has believed in the magical realms and felt a close connection with the unicorns, fairies, mermaids, and dragons. She grew up in the countryside in the North of England, and would often be found reading Enid Blyton’s magical books, perched in the branches of an apple tree, dreaming of adventures to magical lands.  After going through a dark night of the soul in her late teens and early twenties, Cordelia’s spiritual awakening in 2001 led her to train in various healing, manifesting, and coaching modalities (including Unicorn Light healing). She discovered her natural gift for working with energy, holding space for vibrational upgrades, receiving intuitive insights, and seeing people’s soul essence. She soon became the author of Goddess Power Pack, and spent nine months living in Avalon, serving as a Melissa in the Glastonbury Goddess Temple, and holding retreats for women and teens. In 2010 Cordelia’s love of whales and dolphins led her to co-found Women for Whales, a conscious collective designed to peacefully raise awareness for cetacean protection. Since 2011 she has run her online classes and client retreats from beautiful locations around the world, travelling to wherever her soul calls her to be. Her recent destinations include Hawaii, French Polynesia, France, Italy and Avalon.

Product details

Cards: 84 pages

Publisher: Llewellyn Publications; Box Tcr Cr edition (June 8, 2017)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0738755133

ISBN-13: 9780738755137

Product Dimensions: 5 x 1.5 x 7 inches

Shipping Weight: 13.6 ounces 

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Useless Lesbianism at its finest ; or how Hecate Hardbroom really, really cannot tell platonic friendships from decades-old pining

Spoiler alert : Pippa isn’t that much better, honestly.

I don’t own the Worst Witch. Also this takes place before the finale, or the finale and a New Dawn just never happened. My personal headcanon is that there is a special potion for the worst criminals in the WW universe, which strips them from their magic (it’s basically their version of the Death Sentence).

Hecate Hardbroom terrifies even the older years sometimes, using a cultivated image that has taken years and years to build. Nearly everything about her, from her austere dresses to her low drawl is meant to terrify the girls into behaving, into making sure that the accidents are kept down to a manageable level.

Some of the girls are met with her disapproval and anger more than others. Some, like Mildred Hubble or Enid nightshade, are almost used to ( in as much as you get used to it) her barbed comments. Others, like Ethel Hallow, are spared almost the entirety of HB’s anger and disapproval.

Not this time. This time, Hecate isn’t just exasperated or “astounded by the sheer ineptitude”. The girls have never seen her like this, and they all hope they never have to again. It is as if everyone has been struck by a Medusa spell, and their expressions are properly terrified. Even Ethel’s usual arrogance is faltering, although she is too stubborn to actually admit it yet.

“ Miss… Hallow “ Hecate finally says, and several people flinch. Hecate isn’t even raising her voice but her tone is honestly poisonous. Ethel swallows, opens her mouth to say something- and is transferred away before she can say anything. Felicity stares at the spot where her friend used to be.  

“Miss -?” Felicity starts to ask in a trembling voice, but miss Hardbroom cuts her off.

“ She is in miss Cackle’s office. I trust you had nothing to do with … this?”

“N-no miss Hardbroom” Felicity manages.

Hecate ignores her, and walks over to Mildred. She is still supported by Maud and Enid, who caught her when she suddenly stumbled and lost consciousness. She looks like she is having a particularly bad fever; her hair is sticking to her face by sweat, her eyes are rolling beneath nearly-closed eyelids and her cheeks are very flushed. There are some spots of lime green potion on her clothes from when she dropped the spoon in her cauldron.

“ The class is dismissed”

Enid and Maud wrench their eyes away from their best friend for a moment. “Miss- “ she doesn’t allow them to finish, but forces herself to take the girl from her friend’s hold and transfers them both into the infirmary. She immediately allows the medi-witch to take Mildred from her as she comes rushing towards them, irritated look rapidly morphing into concern.

“Miss Hardbroom?”

“ We have a situation. Ethel Hallow has put  .. – “ she shows the medi-witch the vial she has had in her right hand since Felicity cracked and admitted that Ethel had put something in Mildred’s orange juice, I don’t know what, miss Hardbroom, and that is why Mildred had suddenly become so ill.

“ this in Mildred Hubble’s orange juice” she doesn’t have to say the name, as the potion is instantly recognizable, and any half-competent medi-witch would recognize it from the distinctive colour alone- it looks like melted silver bars.

“ The Vanitate potion” she says, staring at it with plain horror. “ How would that girl even get access to its ingredients, it is only made when- “

“ The Hallows never cared much for the rules” Hecate just says, remembering a moment in her fourth year of witching school where Ursula Hallow had merely raised her eyebrow and laughed when Pippa had spat against her that harming another witch like that was against the Code. There are things stronger than the code, such as real power.

Miss Grace is bending over Mildred, checking her pulse. “How much did she imbibe?”

“ 240 millilitres”

“ Did she- “

“ She seemed to have followed the recipe perfectly” 

“ Figures. What is wrong with that girl?”

Hecate would like to think Ethel Hallow would not be a nuisance the way she is now if Mildred Hubble was not at Cackle’s academy, but the truth is that the girl is altogether too much like her mother.

The sound of running, and the door slamming open, cuts off Hecate’s answer. Maud and Enid stumble inside, completely ignoring Hecate’s sharp reprimand and crowding around Mildred’s bed.

“Millie!”

“ Girls. I did not give you permission to barge in here like uncivilized – “

“That’s all right, miss Hardbroom” the medi-witch interrupts, rolling her eyes. She looks at Enid and Maud. “ You can stay, but only if you keep out of the way, all right” Hecate looks at her with horror, and walks over to her, leaning in just enough that she can hear the soft whisper Hecate uses to speak.

“ Considering the…. Situation, is it wise to allow them to stay here?”

“ You have been teaching for decades Hecate Hardbroom, all that will accomplish is these girls destroying my infirmary to get to their friend again” she ignores Hecate’s affronted look, and marches over to a cabinet in the corner. She waves her hand, and takes several vials from it before marching over to a table and putting them down.

As she is measuring ingredients, the door slam open again, and Hecate flinches badly again. Before she can gather her wits enough to think of a scathing remark, it registers who the second person barging in is, and she completely loses her natural gift of pointed barbs when looking into the brown, worried eyes of one Pippa Pentangle.

“Miss… Pentangle” she says, as soon as she has miraculously recovered her ability to speak. She doesn’t mean to sound quite so distant and awkward and well, herself, but old longing makes her usual dusty social abilities worse than ever.

Pippa looks up from her place next to Julie Hubble, and manages a smile at her. Hecate doesn’t catch it, as she is too focused on where the Hubble woman is being awfully familiar, with her hand- the one that isn’t reaching for her daughter- in Pippa’s. With every passing second, she notices more about the two women- about how Julie is leaning slightly against Pippa, how Pippa is not dressed in her usual witching robes, but an old t-shirt with the words “….” , how Pippa’s hair is up in a very messy ponytail and she is not wearing any make-up. Her thoughts are racing, each one more painful than the last and-

A soft touch to her arm makes her jump. When she looks to her right, Pippa is standing to her. A quick glance away reveals that while Hecate was lost in her own thoughts,  miss Hubble has walked over to the medi-witch and is talking to her in a hushed voice.

“Are you all right, Hiccup?” Pippa asks carefully.

“I am fine, miss Pentangle” she says stiffly, shoulders drawn tight and failing to focus on her breathing instead of .. whatever she feels observing Pippa and Ms Hubble being so familiar. “ I was unaware that you and Ms Hubble were this familiar” she does not intend to sound almost revolted, she really doesn’t, but decades of forcing herself to keep her foolish, disastrous feeling for Pippa Pentangle at bay has made being disdainful around Pippa almost a reflex.

There is a brief fleeting moment where Pippa’s eyes flash with anger, before she pushes it down. “ I am aware of your opinion on non-magical people, but Julie is a lovely woman and I, for that matter, am able to choose my friends without requiring your permission”

Pippa is staring at her, chin jilted up and that familiar defiant gleam in her eyes that almost makes Hecate smile. She had always been equally fond and exasperated by Pippa’s stubbornness, and there is something painful and at the same time warm in her chest at the thought that Pippa is still so willing to defend her friends.

Pippa finally breaks the eye contact, leaving Hecate’s stomach feeling as though she has mistakenly touched a fresh batch of Aruncus Dioicus. She walks over to Julie again, and Hecate watches as she hugs Julie and tells her something that makes the woman smile very briefly. Hecate looks at the door, wondering if she ought to leave or-

“Miss Hardbroom” Aye calls her name, so she walks over stiffly and looks down at the table littered with flasks, ground flower petals, very old pages that look more like papyrus than paper and potion equipment. The woman nods at the table across, which is nearly empty. “ You do the part that requires the stamping, I will mix the ingredients already”

Hecate merely nods, making everything she needs appear with a simple wave of her hand. She rolls up her sleeves and gets to work, allowing herself to get lost in the repetitive motions, the weighing and measuring of ingredients, the careful cutting of seeds and petals and the collection of the more macabre (although Hecate is so used to it, that she hardly blinks when cutting up frog’s liver) parts.

The sparse, stuttering comments of Mildred’s friends, the answers of the medi-witch to ms. Hubble’s questions, Pippa’s familiar, soft voice- it is all drowned out as she works, tirelessly grinding petals, carefully adding just enough unicorn’s tears, stirring it clockwise thirteen times and heating it all to exactly 73 degrees. By the time she looks up, her table is just as crowded (although more organized) as Aye’s, and her arms are aching slightly.

When she looks around the room, her throat closes unexpectedly. Enid and Maud are huddled around Mildred, sleeping while still holding each other. Enid, usually a sort of whirlwind, is sprawled across the bed and very still. Maud, usually the rational one amongst her friends, mutters nearly feverishly under her breath. Julie is slumped in the chair, nearly asleep but still staring at her daughter with red eyes. Pippa is sitting next to her, sometimes stroking her hair or squeezing her hand.

Hecate stretches awkwardly, freezing when Pippa looks up at her and just stares at her for a moment. There are bags under her brown eyes, but they are still observant, and Hecate shivers in the all-too familiar way. She has been astounded, confused, weary and pained because of Pippa’s focus on her, and the effect of those eyes on her has never really lessened.

She flinches when Aye grabs her arm for a moment, mutters “ you will spell a witch sooner with potions than with empty flattery, or staring, Hecate Hardbroom” and walks away to presumably do something useful as they wait for the potion to be completed. She hesitates for only a moment before quickly walking over to Pippa, and summoning the pepper-up potion she keeps in her nightstand.

“ Here”

Pippa looks at it, then takes it carefully. “ I loathe taking these” she glances at Mildred. “ But I suppose I have little choice, don’t I?”

As she takes careful sips from the potion, Hecate quickly formulates and disregards three different ways to apologize, before swallowing and forcing the words out. “ I should not have judged the relationship between you and Ms Hubble the way I did. It was unprofessional”

Pippa smiles. “ That’s a shoddy excuse of an apology, Hiccup” before Hecate has time to react (rudely, or “unprofessionally”) to it, she shrugs and says “ But I forgive you, and I apologize for my reaction”

“That is hardly necessary. You were merely defending a … friend” Pippa glances sharply at her at the way she speaks the word “friend”, but Hecate can hardly explain that it isn’t (not completely) that Ms Hubble is Ordinary, but the fact that she struggles with Pippa having all these people in her life, people more colourful, more relaxed, more sociable than Hecate could ever be. People so suited to Pippa’s warm personality, and exuberant character. People Hecate could never hope to compete with, never thought she could compete with- exactly the kind of people that Hecate thought would be much more suited to be Pippa’s friend, make her much happier.

Perhaps Pippa doesn’t completely misunderstand (although just the idea that she would know the complete reason, makes Hecate feel like that time her father had discovered she had foregone an hour of studying to stargaze with Pipa) because she just sighs slightly, and hands Hecate the potion back with a smile. “ I have always been rather defensive of my friends”

They’re both standing in almost companionable silence for a while before Pippa asks “ is the girl finally going to be expelled now?”. Hecate is almost surprised by the steel in Pippa’s voice, and all the edges, before she remembers that in their fifth year, someone had made the mistake of making the usual hateful comments towards Hecate in front of Pippa. The same edge had been in Pippa’s voice as she had first punched the girl hard enough to throw her to the ground, and then had loomed over her, words quickly reducing the girl to a terrified, wailing mess. Hecate had mistaken her own breathlessness in that moment for fear or adrenalin but she later discovered there just was something incredibly attractive about Pippa assertive like that.

“ I certainly hope so” Hecate admits

Pippa looks at Mildred again. “Hope isn’t good enough, Hiccup. This is not merely a gross violation of the Code, it is more than that”

“Pippa-“ the breath is knocked out of Hecate when Pippa looks up at her, and there’s tears in her eyes.

“Imagine how you would feel if someone were to attempt to douse the magic in you”

Hecate does not necessarily want to. Perhaps magic is too connected to her father’s expectations, to his strictness, and his refusal to allow her to prioritize anything apart from her magical studies. Perhaps it is too connected to her name’s heritage, to a dozen generations of Hardbroom successes and her father’s mistakes that sullied the Hardbroom name, and made the terror connected with almost too much magical power, too fervent study of the craft, solidify into sheer hatred. But still, magic is something precious to Hecate. It has always been there, has always made the hard time just slightly easier, gave her something else to focus on apart from her mother leaving her and her father’s mistakes. Just the thought of losing it feels as though as frostgiant has reached into her ribcage, and closed a fist around her heart.

“The girl will be expelled” Hecate doesn’t know why the sudden certainty, and the willingness to give up one of her least incompetent students, comes from.  “I will personally see to it, Pippa”

Pippa stares at her, but Hecate doesn’t think her expression is one of surprise. “ Then I know it will happen” she smiles, and Hecate can’t regret the rare impulsive promise, because Morgana’s cauldron.

And then she feels like she might actually bless that impulsive decision, because she is hugging Pippa again, and it seems that her body is always starved for that (also very rare). Pippa still smells perfect, the smell of petrichor and a hint of flowers, nothing like the too-heavy scents so many witches favour which Hecate despises. Her arms encircle Hecate perfectly and she is one of the few people whose hugs do not feel stifling.

“ Thank you” she whispers, then slowly pulls back. Before Hecate can feel that loss, her cheeks flush beneath warm lips that press to her cheek for one, two, three seconds and then very slowly leave. She decides not to say anything, less she completely embarrasses herself by – Goddess forbid- stammering.

She clears her throat, nods, and makes up some excuse about needing to talk to Ada. When she has left the room, she realizes her excuse is actually true; she probably does need to talk to Ada. So she transfers herself to her friend’s office, and find her friend with a very unusual stormy expression. Ada usually remains cheery, or at least friendly, under the worst conditions, but today, her expression is nearly enough to make Hecate flinch and transfer away.

She walks over to stand next to Ada, returning her nod, and starts to make tea. As she is adding the ludicrous amount of sugar Ada takes in her tea, the woman breaks the silence. “ I have mirrored her parents. Mister Hallow was the slightly more reasonable of the two”

“ What were their reactions?” Ada doesn’t even smile at Hecate, which tells Hecate how Ada is at least as exhausted as she is.

Ada sighs. “ It is awful of me to say, but I am surprised that with parents like that, young Sybil and Esmeralda turned out the way they did. Ethel is the only child in that family that is anything like the parents”

“unfortunately so, yes” Hecate drawls. Silences between them are hardly ever uncomfortable, Ada being one of the few people that knows Hecate, and doesn’t get offended when she needs silence or makes the usual mistakes she makes when there is any kind of social interaction (professionality has always been something easy, instinctual; anything else is as foreign to Hecate as Ada’s hugs-and-cakes approach to education).

This silence, however, is tense. Hecate knows Ada well enough that the situation is affecting her immensely, and that she requires gentle words or a soft touch. Neither are Hecate’s forte, far from it, but she can try.

She takes a step towards Ada, lays a hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “ The girl’s faults are her own, Ada. They are hardly a reflection of your abilities as headmistress, and the fact that we have Mildred.. Hubble running amok hardly improves the situation”

“ You have to stop blaming that girl, Hecate”

“ I am not blaming her, Ada. I am just concerned, surely you have noticed Mildred’s aptitude to attract trouble, and to completely ignore the consequences of her actions “

Ada puts her tea down, and sighs. There is a piece of cheesecake on her desk, but she doesn’t even look at it. “ If I know anything about Ursula Hallow, she will not let this matter go quietly”

“ We cannot allow her actions to remain unpunished again, Ada”

“ I quite agree Hecate, but if we are not very careful, it could mean the end of Cackle’s”.

And Ada is right, of course she is, it is why Ethel has lied and cheated and done far worse and is still enjoying her place at Cackle’s, and Hecate feels her magic protest uncomfortably beneath her skin at the thought of another Hallow getting away with near sociopathic behaviour. But the Hallows have always managed to hide their true nature behind empty pleasantry, have always wielded philanthropy as a weapon and justified their cruelty by attacking the character of their victims. Hecate had once known first-hand just how practised the Hallow family is in taking care of scandals, quietly and with frightening efficiency. Hecate might be one of the most-respected members in her field, but respect does not equal popularity, and unless Ursula would be reckless enough to suddenly challenge her to a duel, it matters nought that Hecate’s magical skills have always been superior.

They sit in the office for a long time, sipping their tea in tense silence.

Pippa is staying, Julie Hubble has moved into the infirmary and wrestling a dragon would’ve been easier than convincing Ada that Enid and Maud could not miss their chanting courses. She hasn’t slept for three days, Mrs Hallow has already threatened (in a very indirect way and with a smile that had Hecate’s skin crawling) her, Ada and virtually every teacher she ran into during her visit. Pippa is staying. She has had to balance grading, lesson plans and aiding Aye with the potion for Mildred, has taken Wide-Awake potion enough times that her supply for two months has been depleted and she has been left alone with Jullie Hubble (and an unconscious Mildred Hubble) not just one, but three excruciating times. Pippa is staying.

She walks into the infirmary, her usual check-up before her class of the day starts, when she stumbles and strong arms quickly catch her.

“Hiccup, are you all right?” Pippa is staying, and her presence is more of a health hazard than the overdose of Wide-Awake potion in some ways, her kind brown eyes more dizzying than sleep deprivation, and her voice still makes Hecate want to –

“ I- yes, fine” she manages to pull herself together, and attempts to escape Pippa’s embrace. Pippa’s arms just tighten around her, and before she knows what is happening or she can talk Pippa out of it( Pippa just rolls her eyes, and ignores her when she tries), she being half-carried away from the infirmary.

“I have classes in fifteen minutes” she protests

“ I already informed Ada you would not be teaching today Hiccup. Honestly, you look like you’ve cast your last spell, the girls will hardly benefit from you working yourself sick. Now sit down, I will make you some tea”

By this time, they had arrived in the room that was Pippa’s for as long as she was staying. Hecate had been here once before, during one of the excruciating moments she had been alone with Julie and the other woman had asked for Pippa and finally given Hecate a reason to hightail out of there. Still, she had never been there long enough to observe the small changes Pippa had made, and she was quietly observing them as she was pushed down gently on a sofa.

Pippa hands her a cup of tea, then returns to the small table next to the window. “ Have you had a proper breakfast today, Hiccup?”

Hecate sniffs. “ Toast and marmalade is perfectly acceptable, thank you”

Pippa smiles “ I haven’t had breakfast yet, so will you eat a bit more even if it is to make me feel less self-conscious?”

Hecate hesitates ; she wasn’t a fan of the sort of breakfast she knew miss Drill partook in, but nods after a look at Pippa’s hopeful expression. “ That would be acceptable”

She is rewarded with a bright smile, and Pippa dashing over to press a quick kiss to her cheek that has her stomach nearly reject her sober breakfast. She hopes the flush she was feeling wasn’t too noticeable, or that Pippa would ascribe it to the temperature (certainly higher than Hecate was used to) of the room.

Before Hecate can truly make a fool of herself, and accidentally hurt Pippa again with one of her barbs, Pippa starts talking again while she prepares breakfast. “ I am aware that using magic for this is less complicated, but the quality is always effected when you do that. And I hardly think it is fair to trouble Cackle’s staff even more, they have been so very kind in letting me stay here, and helping me coordinate my stay with my duties at Pentangle’s”

Hecate swallows a mouthful of tea. “Fortunately, the holidays are almost upon us”

Pippa sighed happily. “ Fortunate indeed. Staying here will be far less complicated as soon as the schoolyear at Pentangle’s has ended”

Hecate attempts to discreetly hide her choking on her tea. “  You.. will be staying – “ she coughs, once “ for the duration of the holidays?”

“Yes, I have already discussed it with Ada. As Mildred will not be able to return home immediately, I offered Julie that I would stay to help her”

“I.. see” Hecate touched her watch with her right hand, but it did not bring the usual calm. Her stomach continued to behave as though a band of especially rambunctious leprechauns was throwing a party in it.  

“You know, I truly believe you and Julie could become friends” Pippa turns around and rolls her eyes teasingly as Hecate doesn’t manage to suppress a sneer.

“ I doubt that” she sips her tea, and adds the word to lessen the blow “ Pipsqueak”

“ Julie is very knowledgeable of Ordinary medicine, which is actually similar to the art of potions. And she might be less organized than you Hiccup, but she is still a great deal more organized than I. You will find that she keeps all of Mildred’s early pictures very well organized, for example”

Hecate smirks. “ It hardly takes effort to be more organized than you, Pipsqueak”

Pippa looks like she is going to protest, then laughs. “Well, I can hardly argue differently, as we are standing in my room” they both glance at the chaos ; at the papers in shuffled stacks on Pippa’s desk, the books that appear to have been thrown on her bed and on the ground next to it, the clothes hanging over chairs( Hecate wills her cheeks to return to their original colour when she spots a piece of lingerie next to Pippa’s bed).

“… although in my defence, I have had precious little time to organize this mess” Hecate realizes she has been distracted, distracted enough that she had missed most of what Pippa had said. She touches her watch again.

“ Am I supposed to believe you ever organize?”

“ I’ve told you, there is organization to this chaos. I can find anything I need” Pippa protests.

Hecate just arches her eyebrows slightly, and Pippa rolls her eyes again, walking over with eggs, bacon, toast and even donuts. Hecate stares at the donuts with extra scorn.

“ Pleas explain to me this miraculous system. Why is there an ancient book of runes thrown on your bed, or why are you using a dried flower as a bookmark? I assume that there is a good reason that the clothes you have worn yesterday are thrown over a chair, and that the clothes of the day before that are covering some of the papers you still need to correct, and- “ Hecate’s eyes widen and she splutters when Pippa shoves a donut in her mouth with a very mischievous smile.

“ Eat hiccup, you’re still more bones than flesh”

Hecate finally decides that eating the sugary contraption is superior to choking. But only barely.  Pippa chuckles when she catches the way Hecate is glaring at her, and plucks the remaining piece of donut from her hand to practically devour it. And then-

She licks her fingers, slowly and without looking away from Hecate. Who stands abruptly, mutters something disdainful about “donuts for breakfast, honestly” and transfers to her classroom, to do her actual job. Or tries to, because she finds Dimitry there.

“ so you – “ Dimitry cuts herself up and focuses on Hecate as soon as she appears. “ Miss Hardbroom, I thought you had taken ill?”

“ I am fine” even though the room is tilting slightly.

“ You don’t look fine” Dimitry says, casting a quick look over her.

“ I am- “

“ Girls, read the instructions one more time. If I hear something, I will have you all do ten push-ups” and then she has the nerve to grasp Hecate’s arm, and pull her outside the classroom.

“ Miss Drill- “

“Listen, you look like you’re halfway down to Hades already and I have strict instructions from one pink witch to not allow you to talk your way into the classroom “

“ I hardly think that Ada – “

Dimitry grins. “ Nope. Pippa Pentangle has personally told me that if I allow you to teach and further exhaust yourself, I will “see first-hand what a star looks like because she will fling me into space”. She is real terrifying that one, if she wants to be”.

“This is ridiculous, I am fully capable to teach and – “

“ Listen Hecate, I am not going to risk being punched in the face just because you are too stubborn to admit you’ve pushed yourself past your limits”

Hecate rolls her eyes. “ Do not be foolish, miss Pentangle is a professional, who would hardly lower herself to punching you”

“Hm-hm. You really want to bet your cauldron on that?”

Hecate makes to transfer, only to be stopped by a steel grip around her wrist and even more steel voice. “ Don’t you dare, Hecate Hardbroom”

As Hecate freezes and fumbles for something to say, Pippa turns to Dimitry and smiles sweetly. “ Thank you for trying, at least”

Dimitry shrugs.  “Sure. Good luck with that one” and then she disappears into Hecate’s classroom with a smile and – what did that motion she made mean?

“Pippa, let me go” Hecate hisses, but it only makes Pippa give her a frankly dangerous smile.

“ No. I am going to transfer us, as you can hardly stand, let alone walk”

“ I am fully capable of walking – “ she tries to do so and suddenly really feels how exhausted she is, and how the transfer, usually something she does effortlessly all day, has made it worse. She stumbles, and falls against Pippa. She still smells almost frustratingly good, and Hecate pretends it is just exhaustion that makes her practically cuddle into Pippa’s shoulder.

She normally dislikes other people transferring her even more intensely than Pippa does, but now she hardly notices, too distracted by the almost intimate embrace they’re sharing. Then there’s the usual tightness in her chest, and she flinches badly before pulling away. Fortunately, Pippa lets her go immediately and allows her to put some distance between them.

“I apologize for transferring you, but- “Pippa approaches her carefully, and only touches her when she notices Hecate’s breathing has evened out almost completely. And still, her touch is so gentle it is almost not there, fingers pressed very carefully to Hecate’s arm to guide her in the direction of Pippa’s bed.

“ This is all completely- “

“ Shush Hiccup. Just rest, Goddess knows you need it”

“Pippa, I am fine. Honestly “ she is trying for her most strict miss Hardbroom voice, but the effect is ruined when she has to suppress a yawn and doesn’t completely succeed. Pippa just shakes her head, and gently pushes Hecate towards the bathroom.

“ Go change, you can borrow one of my nightgowns”

Hecate would protest more, but she truly does not have the energy to argue with Pippa who is convinced she is right. That would be useless endeavour even if she had had a full six hours of sleep, and several invigorating cups of tea. So she allows Pippa to throw a nightgown in her arm, and puh her into the bathroom. She puts it on in a sort of trance, that kind that comes with not having slept for 30 hours and only sparingly before that, and hardly registers Pippa staring at her.

She falls asleep the moment her head touches Pippa’s pillow, her last thought having something to do with how it is so completely Pippa. When she opens her eyes again, the sun has almost disappeared, and she has vague memories of hands cupping her face and soft lips on her. She slowly pushes herself up – and feels her heart stutter before starting to race.

Pippa is standing in front of the window, clad in a simple but lovely nightgown that leaves her shoulders bare. The last rays of sunlight illuminate her, catching in her hair and turning it truly gold. Her feet are bare, and she seems almost frail this way, without her clogs and witching robes. Her hair is down.

“ Goddess” Hecate breaths, and is unable to move for a long while.

Finally, Pippa turns around and smiles at her. She is in a short nightdress, but Hecate doesn’t tear her eyes away from Pippa’s face. That smile is gorgeous, and she gets lost in Pippa’s eyes before she ever flicks her eyes to Pippa’s bare legs or- she stares at that smile again, returning it without thinking.

Pippa practically runs over to her, still smiling at her , and takes her hand. “ Come on Hiccup” she laughs, pointing at the window. Hecate only glances at the window for long enough that she notices the sun has disappeared completely, before she focuses on Pippa’s gorgeous brown eyes again. She willingly moves over to the window, listening to Pippa’s happy chatter

“ Remember how we could see the stars from your room? It was one of the only perks of that dark, small bedroom you were stuck in” Pippa waves her hand, and the part of the wall in front of them disappears. Hecate stops abruptly.

“What are you doing?”

“ The temperature is perfect” she squeezes Hecate’s hand. “ And I always loved laying down on the grass , and hearing you name the stars”

“ You are perfectly capable of naming them as well” Hecate hopes Pippa can still fill in the words, understands she means why would you want me to be here? And not anything else, something that can hurt her. She is aware that her words are often misinterpreted, and she is terrible at explaining herself.

Fortunately, Pippa appears to understand as she just smiles gently and says “I enjoy listening to you do it, come on” and pulls her through the opening she created. Hecate protests some more, but it is mostly for show and Pippa knows it. She summons a blanket wordlessly, and convinces Hecate to lay down it with only minimal complaining. She immediately lay down herself, although whereas Hecate was careful to remain on the blanket, Pippa scooted down so that most of her legs were on the grass.

Hecate freezes when Pippa lays her head down on her chest, turning so that she could throw her legs over Hecate’s. “ Is this okay?”

Hecate swallows. “Yes”

“ All right. Tell me about the stars, Hiccup?”

She stares down at Pippa, nestled comfortably against her as though there isn’t so much separating them. Hecate’s mistake, their choices, their differences, their-

“Stop thinking so hard, Hecate”

“ All right” Hecate answers, and starts to tell her of the stars again. She is somewhat insecure at first, not used to this like she had been when they had been so close. But she quickly familiarizes herself with pointing out the stars, telling their stories, describing the sacred rituals connected to them. They stay outside nearly the entire night, Pippa cuddled against her. Somewhere during the night, the temperature drops drastically and Hecate summons a blanket for Pippa, pretending to be annoyed when Pippa refuses to believe Hecate doesn’t need the warmth as well. She cajoles Hecate into turning on her side as well, and they cuddle together with the blanket wrapped around them. They move from the stars to other topics, potion ingredients, modern and traditional spell-casting, teaching methods, chanting- until their eyelids are drooping and Pippa tugs them both from the comfortable warmth of the blanket, insisting they cast a spell for good health and luck, weaving flowers into Hecate’s hair and thanking the goddess afterwards.

It is not technically necessary to prepare ones clothing or hair for this spell, but Pippa says she has her reasons, and Hecate doesn’t mind enough to complain about it too much. It gives her an excuse to weave flowers into Pippa’s hair at any rate, and hold her hands clasped beneath her own as the sun rises slowly.

She doesn’t stop smiling at random moments for the entire day.

Hecate had forgotten what a good friend Pippa was- or maybe not forgotten, she could never forget anything about Pippa, but the memory had faded slightly at least.

Pippa brings her tea in the morning, and rolls her eyes good-naturedly when Hecate refuses to taste any of the sugary contraptions as well. She transfers potions for Hecate’s stiff muscles that appear in her breaks, and sends her notes so she doesn’t forget to eat. She gathers flowers from the gardens when Mildred is sleeping, or both Julie and her friends are there. She discusses spell theory, potion ingredients, lesson plans and nearly any other topic other people couldn’t keep up with. She laughs at Hecate’s sarcastic comments , and forgives her the moments she says the wrong thing. She holds her hand often, goes for walks when they’re available, suggests outings for when Mildred is fully healed and they both have less on their plates. She dares and teases Hecate, cajoling her into short broom rides and playful competitions. She convinces Hecate to give Julie a chance, and gives her a new friend that way( although Pippa is still needed to mediate sometimes).

Pippa is such a good friend, and Hecate has never been more hopelessly in love with her.

She despises herself for it, but she cannot force herself to pull away again. Not now she is aware it devastated Pippa, and it likely will do so again. So she just tries very hard to minimize her staring, and reminds herself they’re friends and that feeling like that whenever Pippa holds her hand or kisses her cheek or invites her to a picknick or to stargaze or just to walk around and talk for a very long time, she is doing it because she is being friendly. The weeks that pass are simultaneously lovely and tortuous because of it.

Pippa sends her a message on her Maglet, inviting her for dinner that evening and Hecate feels like a giddy teenager when she replies that she will be there. She feels even more foolish when she actually spends time looking for a less austere dress than usual, and magicking her hair so that it is in a waterfall braid, most of her hair loose apart from a centre braid where she magics pink, tiny flowers after a long hesitation. They are supposed to also celebrate the spring properly together after all, and she knows Pippa will braid flowers into her hair either way.

She walks to the spot they have agreed to meet at the exact right time, smiling and then quickly forgetting to walk when she sees Pippa. Her hair is braided as well, and she has cherry blossoms sticking from it. Her dress reaches her ankles, and has a long slit up her right side. There is a carnation pinned to the corset. Hecate is freed from her stupor when Pippa rushes towards her, and embraces her. When she finally pulls back, she kisses Hecate’s cheek before taking her hand and pulling her towards the table. Hecate admires the flowers, charmed to float around them with gentle light, and the expensive-looking table-ware.

“This is my favourite music” she comments

Pippa smiles “I hope you like it?” she gestures at all of it, the flowers, the tableware, the wine (fey berries; also Hecate’s favourite, a guilty pleasure in fact) and peers almost shyly at Hecate.

“ It is absolutely lovely, Pipsqueak “she breaths, taking Pippa’s hand and almost kissing it before she remembers herself and instead squeezes it once.

“That is good to hear”

They have just sat down when Pippa puts her glass down, and inhales deeply. She fidgets nervously, then drums her fingers against the table. If it were anyone else Hecate would find it annoying, but it just reminds her of a young Pippa who could never sit still for long.

“Hiccup? I -  “ Pippa’s voice breaks slightly, and Hecate eyes her with concern.

“Pipsqueak?”

“I am just nervous”

Hecate takes her hand again, something that has become such a frequent occurrence between them she doesn’t even pause to think. “ Surely you have prepared these spells countless times before, just because you are at Cackle’s, doesn’t mean- “

“That’s not it”

Hecate frowns. There is something going on this evening, she can tell that much, she just doesn’t know what. “Then what is?”

Pippa sighs, and Hecate grabs her other hand as well when she nearly pushes over her glass with it. They’re properly holding hands now, and Hecate gets briefly distracted by how soft Pippa’s hands are, and how she looks ethereal in the light of the enchanted flowers.

“Pippa?” she carefully pushes, as soon as she has cast off the spell that is just Pippa Pentangle’s special brand of beauty.

Pippa smiles nervously at her. “ What is your type of woman?”

Hecate pulls away abruptly, blinking rapidly. “ What?”

“ Just- humour me” Pippa shrugs. “ Answer the question”

Hecate swallows, trying desperately to avoid answering. The only answer she can think of right now is you, because she has never had a type. It has always been Pippa, and Pippa is unique. She takes a sip of the wine to avoid answering, hoping Pippa does not notice her hands are shaking slightly.

“Why?” she finally asks.

Pippa looks completely frustrated.  “ Could you just answer- “

“ Intelligent” Hecate blurts, glancing away from Pippa.  “Brilliant, truly. Stubborn, enough so that she does not give in when I have a certain opinion. Empathic, enough that it baffles me”

Pippa bites her lips, nods. “ And?”

“ I suppose she has to be able to understand me, well enough that she does not get hurt when I misread a situation again, or do not know how to react to her or someone else. Someone who does not ignore my flaws, but acknowledges them and helps me become a better witch. Someone who can make me smile, even in the morning”  she swallows, glancing at Pippa, and says the last words very lowly, almost hoping she doesn’t hear.

“Someone who loves me as well”

Pippa stares at her, and Hecate jumps in her seat when Pippa suddenly takes her hand and brings them to her lips, kisses them. Hecate feels like she so often does, stumbling in the dark with a vague idea but no real clue about what is happening.

“Why- “

“ I want someone who is brilliant as well, Hiccup. I want someone who is down to earth, but still accepts the way I am not always, without simply going along with everything. I want someone who can be enthusiastic with me, but also acknowledges when I am getting lost in a new idea, and it simply will not work out”

“Pipsquea-“

“ I want someone who is empathic, but nurtures that kindness deep inside her. I want someone who is serious, but will be silly for me. I want someone who is passionate about her work, and genuinely cares about mine. I want someone who wants me for more than my pretty face and- “ she smiles at Hecate “ great body. I want someone I’ve known since I was a teenager, and who is frustratingly oblivious, because she has somehow missed I have been in love with her for decades”

There’s tears in Pippa’s eyes. She might not be the only one. “I want you, Hecate Hardbroom, and I have tried nearly everything to make you see that without scaring you off, but you either are completely oblivious, or really do not wan- “

For once in her life, Hecate is the impulsive one. Before Pippa can finish, Hecate has jumped from her seat and stumbled over to Pippa. She has to bend awkwardly, and a part of her is still screaming at her to stop this immediately, lest she scares Pippa away for good, but she shuts it up by gently taking Pippa’s face between her hands, and brushing her lips over Pippa’s.

Finally. She means to pull back, finish their conversation somehow (Hecate has always been better at actions than words) but Pippa stands up and really kisses her. Starts with small kisses against the corner of her lips, working towards it, before playfully tugging on her bottom lip and finally, finally giving in.

And they will have that talk later, and Hecate will be teased terribly by her girlfriend for missing all the signs but right now, Hecate doesn’t want to talk. She wants to make up for one terrible mistake, a dozen smaller ones, and decades of pining and thinking she could never have Pippa. Her insecurities are still there, deep-rooted and twisted around her heart, but Pippa makes her forget about them completely.

Right now, it is easy to just be Hecate Hardbroom, the luckiest witch in the universe, the one that Pippa loves.

  I had orginally planned to also have a focus on Mildred, and how she is (not so) secretly Hecate’s favourite, but I didn’t manage to write that in. I also wanted to add some other things- more of a potential Julie/Hecate friendship ( which Hecate would probably not even admit would be a friendship lol) and Ursula Hallow being the Worst, etc but I am thinking of writing another fic that will have that to make up for it.