katniss: everyone’s so focused on protecting peeta because they too know how pure hearted he is and believe that he—a boy they’ve never even met before—deserves to survive over them and their friends of literal decades
finnick, to literally everyone else: okay if peeta dies she’s gonna kill all of us and then herself, so hands in, protect bread boy on three-
Lowkey I want ppl to start writing Athena as having the presence of Garnet, not to be exactly like her or anything just the aura and confidence that surrounds her. I want someone who looks strong and menacing but can still crack jokes and act motherly, y’know?
Enid watches her leaves then pulls out her phone and goes live
Enid: Hey pack! Insane update I might be going on my first official date with my bestie/roomie. Help me pick out an outfit that will impress a goth on a first date! But one that will also be cool and comfortable if I'm murdered in it and have to wear it as a ghost.
Warning: Angst. This is not one of my usual ficlets. It’s an initial stab at a rough idea for an Angst With a Happy Ending fic. There may be more as motivation and energy allows.
Just a scant few week from graduation, an anxious Wednesday finally manages to catch a moment with her increasingly distant roommate.
Wednesday: I was wondering if perhaps you’d be interested in joining me for coffee. That ridiculous café in Burlington is having its grand opening.
Enid: Ohmygod, the cat café? I am so down for that! Just give me a sec to text—
Wednesday: It would only be us.
Enid: *hesitantly* Just you and me? Like a…
Wednesday: Like before.
Enid: *looks away* Oh. Um.
Wednesday: If you would prefer a different location—
Enid: No. No, Wednesday, it’s not that. It’s just—
Wednesday: *watches as Enid worries her bottom lip*
Enid: I’m sorry, Wednesday, but I have a girlfriend. You know that.
Wednesday: *subtle flinch* I… Yes, I do. I had just thought that with graduation nearing, and after what happened in Paris…
Enid: *too gently* Paris was a year ago, Wednesday. Things aren’t the same.
Wednesday: *lowers her eyes* Of course, you are correct. And… I apologize for my part in that.
Enid: *fidgets in place, unsure of what to say*
Wednesday: I, ah… I haven’t had the opportunity to verify personally until now, but are the two of you… serious?
Enid: *glances aside, her gaze growing distant* Yeah. Yeah, we are. And I know it sounds crazy, but I think…
Enid: *takes a deep breath and looks at Wednesday through eyes wet with emotion* I think she might be my mate.
Wednesday: *stares back, breathless and still and colder than she’s ever felt*
Enid: *studies Wednesday’s waxen face*
Enid: *suddenly anxious* I tried telling you, but it feels like every time I bring her up, there’s suddenly something you have to do. I didn’t mean to—
Wednesday: *straightens* It’s alright, Enid. I require no further explanation. You are a fool if you thought this “revelation” could change our friendship.
Enid: *sags with relief* Oh thank the Moon! I’ve been so freaking worried about what you’d think. Between my mom and graduation and my wolf being so spaced out lately, I just—
Wednesday: Say no more. You are overwhelmed, and while I normally enjoy witnessing a nervous breakdown, I’d prefer my upcoming writing hour to go uninterrupted.
Enid: Crap! I’m sorry, I’ll just—
Wednesday: Enid, cease your incessant rambling and take this. *pushes something into Enid’s hands*
Enid: What’s this?
Wednesday: A gift card to that inane cat café. Take your paramour and indulge yourselves. Do not return until you’ve sufficiently decompressed.
Wednesday: *turns and approaches her desk* You can thank me with peace and quiet.
Enid: Right, right. I’m going to borrow an outfit from Divina so I don’t hold up your writing hour. Thanks again, Wends. Love you!
Wednesday: *listens as the door shuts and Enid races down the stairs*
Wednesday:
Wednesday: *rasps* Stop it. I can hear your pity.
Agnes: *fades into existence with a petulant frown* I’m not pitying you, Wednesday, I’m pissed. She’s wrong about Persephone. That fur is a worse knock-off you than I ever—
Wednesday: *sharply* Enough, Agnes. Call a ride into Jericho and help me downstairs.
Agnes: What? Why are you going to see her? We just had your vials refilled yesterday. If you need to ask her for something stronger, I’ll—
Wednesday: I am taking her offer.
Agnes: …oh.
Agnes: Has it really gotten that bad?
Wednesday: *voice tight* You heard her, Agnes. Enid found her mate. The vials will soon be insufficient, and while I am well-acquainted with pain, even I have my limits.
Agnes: *stares at Wednesday for a long moment, then takes out her phone*
Agnes: Your ride will be here in 5. Should I go invisible while I help you downstairs?
Wednesday: *unamused glare*
Agnes: *takes Wednesday’s arm even as she fades out of view* Just kidding. Show no weakness before your enemies. I know.
Wednesday: *heads out of the room* Dying or not, I can still harvest your bones for an invisible cane.
Agnes: *whispers* And I can still trip you down the stairs and save your curse the trouble.
Wednesday: At least ensure that my corpse lands amongst unsuspecting bystanders. Acute psychological trauma is—
Most Beloved (non-canon) Queer Ship Tournament - Round 3
Which queer ship do you love more?
Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair (Wednesday)*
3zun (jin guangyoa, nie mingjue, lan xichen) (mdzs)*
how dare you make me choose
Voting ended onJun 3
Disclaimer: This tournament is based on submissions! Please respect all identities, characters and fandoms! Hate or aggressive language (even if jokingly) will get you blocked instantly!
Pre-Wenclair. In the room atop Ophelia Hall, after returning from Paris.
Enid: Wednesday? We have to talk.
Wednesday: *drifts towards Enid’s side of the room* About?
Enid: This thing between us. Since Paris, it’s changed. We’ve gotten like crazy close.
Wednesday: *places a hand on Enid’s desk* Isn’t that part and parcel of being packmates?
Enid: Yeah, but it’s more than that. You let me touch you. Heck, we’ve been sharing the same bed for like a whole dang month!
Wednesday: *feels Enid’s laptop* Codependency is common between those with a shared trauma bond.
Enid: Yeah? What about the way your heart races whenever I get changed? Or how your eyes linger on my lips, like you want to lick the color right off them?
Wednesday: *hastily runs her fingers along Enid’s books* You are mistaken. Perhaps your prolonged time as a wolf has you hallucinating.
Enid: Ohmygod, Wednesday! I am NOT hallucinating! I’m, uh…
Enid: *watches as Wednesday pokes through her things*
Enid:
Enid: …why are you doing that?
Wednesday: *prodding at Enid’s plushies* Doing what?
Enid: Touching all of my— ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TRYING TO USE YOUR POWERS TO GET OUT OF THIS CONVERSATION?
Wednesday: Of course n— *finally seizes with a vision while simultaneously looking relieved*
I first saw the girl at the Hob when she was just a baby. Burdock was so proud of her, he toted her around everywhere. After he died in that mine explosion, she started coming alone, trading the odd squirrel or rabbit. Tough and smart, her hair in two braids then, reminding me for all the world of Louella McCoy, my sweetheart of old. And after she volunteered for the Games, that nickname couldn't help but slip out.
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