Things I will write for: fluff, angst, smut, crack fics, character x character (if I ship them together ofc) (disclaimer: I will not write certain topics in detail if I am not comfortable)
Things I will NOT write for: Non-con, pedophilia, age gap, male reader or any male characters (unless platonic), teacher / student relationships,
Masterlist
Currently I’m only writing for the BG3 characters since it’s my current obsession <3
Baldurs Gate 3:
Karlach
Shadowheart
Lae’zel
Dame Aylin
Isobel Thorm
Note: I only write Isobel and Aylin separately since I don’t write poly sorry 😔 also I don’t write Minthara bc I am only on my first play through of the game and just… killed her 😀 so I don’t know anything about her SORRY GUYS!!
Request: So for the BG3 headcanon or blurb requests what about a little thingy where the Lady’s of the game have a bad day and need lots of comfort from their Tav. 🥺
A/n
Honestly idgaf if Lae’zel is ooc, my baby is secretly going soft. Sorry guys!! I believe she actually has feelings deep down <3 Also mild spoilers if you haven’t finished the Crèche questline
Also Karlach is so babygirl omg if someone doesn’t give her a hug rn I SWEARRRR
Karlach:
Karlach had spent the entire day fighting off various enemies, who were unfortunately harder to defeat than expected. And right as she’s settling down for the night, finally getting a reprieve from the day, Raphael shows up.
He’s yammering on about how he wants to strike up a deal with you, but you cannot send him away fast enough. Seeing a devil only dredges up bad memories for your lover, and you do not want her to have to relieve the memories of her torture in Avernus.
“Come here baby, it’s alright just try to relax.” You coax, seeing the tension in her body once Raphael leaves. You coo, gently taking her into your arms. Her head buried in your chest, strong arms wrapping around you tightly as you rub her shoulders and the back of her neck. You ease the tension out of her muscles, kissing the crown of her head.
She finally lets the tension leave her body as she breaks down into tears, quietly crying into the fabric of your shirt. Small sobs wrack her shoulders, sending an aching pain lancing through your heart. You can’t stand seeing her so upset.
“I fuckin’ hate demons. No good ever comes of ‘em. Promise me you’ll never even consider Raphael’s deal.” She pleads, and you’re quick to reassure her. “I promise, I’ll never make a deal with a devil. I love you too much to risk it.” You whisper into her hair as you place a gentle kiss on her temple.
You cuddle her to sleep, allowing her to wrap herself around you entirely. Lord knows a decade of not being able to touch anyone without scorching their skin off leaves a girl touch starved. You tuck her in as cozy as she can get, and pepper her face with gentle kisses as she drifts off. Your heart aches for the suffering your lover has endured, but all you can do is be here now to support her.
Shadowheart:
Shadowhearts wound on her hand had been flaring rather badly all day, and unfortunately you had to travel past an abandoned temple of Shar. All the memories- or lack thereof- cause Shadowheart’s mood to sour. She seems snappy and short tempered, but when you visit her tent later you see her curled into a ball and cradling her hand.
“Oh sweetheart.” You murmur, getting on your knees beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She sniffles, obviously trying to hide her tears. You shush her, gently lying behind her and wrapping your arms around her. She rolls over and cuddles into your chest, crying more freely now.
“Why did they have to take my memories? Sometimes I don’t even feel like I know myself.” She whimpers, and your heart shatters. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” You whisper, kissing her forehead and wiping away her tears. “I know you, and I love you.” You murmur, rubbing your hand soothingly up and down her back as she tucks her head into your neck. You spend the evening wiping away her tears and soothing her as best as you can.
Lae’zel:
Lae’zel doesn’t get upset, she gets angry. It’s how she was raised, channel every feeling into anger. Anger fuels strength, and only created a stronger more tenacious fighter. So when Lae’zel finds out the truth about Vlaakith, she’s angry. Enraged. Furious. Not hurt.
Lae’zel definitely doesn’t cry when she’s alone in her tent that night. She also definitely doesn’t crawl into your arms and bury her face in your shoulder. Your touch is the only balm to the aching in her chest.
“Tsk’va, look at me. So weakened by the betrayal of a false god.” Lae’zel grits out between tears, fists clenched firmly in your shirt. Her anger is directed at herself, as if it’s her fault she was fooled along with every other Gith.
“Darling, it’s not your fault. Vlaakith tricked everyone. I know her betrayal hurts, and you have a right to be upset. Im so sorry you have to deal with something like this.” You coo, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears. She scowls and pulls away from your touch, but only to roll over so she can be little spoon.
She doesn’t speak for the rest of the night, but you feel a bit of tension melt away from her muscles. The next morning she’ll wake as if nothing happened, but for now she burrows farther into your warmth, seeking your comfort.
Dame Aylin:
Aylin’s mood took a turn for the worse when she heard Raphael had proposed a deal to you at Sharess Caress. She had already spent the day overstimulated from the noise of Baldurs Gate, a stark contrast to a century in shadowfell, where the only sound was the wind and rumbling in the distance. Now that you told her this? She was pissed.
She stomped off to be alone, saying she just needed time to think. You could tell by the stiffness of her posture she was upset, more than just angry. You gave her some space, but when she finally returned to your tent to go to sleep, you confronted her.
“What’s wrong darling?” You coax, your expression soft as you open your arms for her. She hesitates, her pride and stoicism holding her back for a moment. Her hesitation is short lived however, as she heaves a sigh and flops into your arms.
“I’m just thinking of my time spent in shadowfell. Raphael is a devil, simply a reminder of the evils in this world.” She pauses, heaving an irritated sigh. “After being trapped in that soul cage for so long… sometimes it feels as though I’m still there. Not physically but… in my mind that place haunts me.” She admits quietly, and you think you hear her voice quiver.
“I’m sorry Aylin. You didn’t deserve that. If I could take away all your pain I would.” You murmur, hugging her a bit tighter as you look in her eyes. You see tears clinging to her lashes as she swallows thickly.
“I know you would. And I love you for it.” She whispers brokenly, nuzzling her head into your shoulder as she clings to you. She pulls away to place a deep kiss on your lips, reveling in the comfort of you.
“Try and rest Aylin, you need sleep.” You coax, easing her to lie back. She complies, allowing herself to get comfortable as she slips off to sleep. For the first time in weeks she doesn’t have a single nightmare.
Isobel Thorm:
Isobel was drained after narrowly escaping being kidnapped by Marcus. She pumped all of her magical abilities into the shield around the Last Light Inn, as well as blessing you and your companions to ward off the shadow curse.
You could see her bottom lip quiver as she climbed into bed, and she instantly cuddled into your side. You turned towards her, gently cupping her face in your hands.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask gently, and she simply shakes her head, blinking heavily as tears flow freely down her face. You brush the tears away with your thumbs, nodding as you kiss her forehead. You take her into your arms and let her cry it out.
You rub up and down her arms soothingly, allowing her the space to let out her feelings. Eventually her cries taper out, and soon enough she’s drifting off to sleep. You carefully make sure she’s tucked in perfectly before resuming your spot, cuddled up to her for the night.
A/n
If this is bad it’s bc I’ve been awake for 17 hours, sorry peeps 😔
So for the BG3 headcanon or blurb requests what about a little thingy where the Lady’s of the game have a bad day and need lots of comfort from their Tav. 🥺
You my friend, are an individual after my own heart. I’m writing this ASAP bc I’m obsessed with hurt / comfort <333
Request: For request, can you write some about a bard tav and the female companions thank you have a nice day!
Thank you so much for this request, I just wanna apologize in advance and say I’ve never played a bard and know next to nothing about them, so if this is dreadful I fully apologize 😭
Karlach:
Karlach is your number one supporter. She ADORES when you play your lute in the evenings by the fire, it lulls her into a calm sense of security. She admires how you can play something so gentle and comforting, and then at the Tiefling party you strummed an enthusiastic tune.
She definitely dances along to your music, and sometimes if you sing she’ll join in. She’s not a great singer but she makes up for it with her enthusiasm. The time she doesn’t spend boisterously laughing or dancing her breath away, she sings along happily.
She’s so protective of you, oh my word. Any time you’re in a battle, she’s more than confident you can hold your own, but also you’re so precious to her that she tries her very best to keep you out of harms way. However, sometimes she hangs back to watch you viciously mock an enemy. “Yeah, you tell ‘em soldier!” She’ll shout encouragingly as she pulls her great axe from the corpse of an enemy. She also finds it impossibly hot when you mock an enemy.
Shadowheart:
Shadowheart is such a sucker for when you play her a ballad on your lyre. She will lounge back with a glass of wine and listen contentedly as you play. You may or may not have sang her a love song once, and she was quite literally swooning.
When you play a more energetic tune, she claps along and taps her foot to the beat. She’s not much for dancing, since she’s worried she’ll embarrass herself. If you beg enough she’ll give you a little jig though. Only if you’re alone though.
Other than your musical inclinations, she’s extremely impressed with how you charm people so easily. “Well look at you, you practically have them begging at your feet already.” And she’s not wrong, a sweet smile and a bat of your lashes and you get your way. She’s susceptible to your charms as well, don’t get me wrong. She just finds it incredibly endearing to watch you get your way.
Lae’zel:
Lae’zel complains that your drumming is incredibly annoying and pointless, but you catch her nodding her head to the beat more than once. If you’re charming enough you can get her to admit your music is… bearable.
When you set a marching beat during your travels, against her better judgment she will tramp along to the tempo you’ve set. During battle she is rather impressed by your skills Though she finds your ability to befriend anyone silly, she can’t deny its effectiveness.
Oh, and when you sing to her? She’s a goner. She will pretend to ignore you, but when you stop singing she’ll turn her head to glare at you. “Chk, tired already?” She’ll taunt, only settling back down when you continue.
Dame Aylin:
Aylin adores when you play your flute for her. She could listen to you play for hours, simply watching you adoringly. Every once and a while she’ll request a specific song, and absolutely sing your praises when you deliver.
Sometimes she asks you to sing for her, so she can fall asleep. She does have trouble sleeping sometimes, since her dreams are filled with memories of being trapped in shadow fell :( but you always are there to soothe her with a song.
Aylin always keeps you out of harms way in combat, even though you can hold your own. You’re too preschools for her to risk, so she makes sure you stay swell away from combat. She does appreciate your help when you boost her and your companions abilities with a warding spell. She is rather proud of your arcane abilities.
“Darling, aren’t you just the sweetest. Whatever would I do without you?” She always showers you with kisses after a battle, making sure to show her appreciation for you <3
Isobel Thorm:
Isobel loves watching you play your violin. She thinks it’s incredible how you so gracefully sway about, your fingers forming chords smoothly as your other hand draws the bow across the strings. It’s all skill, and she can see that.
When you play something more upbeat, she’s the first to be standing and supporting you, dancing the night away and cheering you on. She’ll also encourage your companions to dance as well, she wants to share the joy she feels by your music.
She also loves watching you fight, your nearly effortless grace in which you charm and smite enemies is something she greatly admires. “You impress me more every day, lovely.” She’ll call across the battlefield as you stand amongst a group of charmed enemies. You flash her a thumbs up in response, continuing your spell casting.
A/n
Sorry if these are kinda bad but I’m writing this in bed after working all day so 😀
Thank you guys so much for 200 followers (even tho I’m literally never active 💀) I’m currently obsessed with Baldurs Gate so if y’all have some headcanon requests or blurbs or whatever send them over. I won’t commit to writing entire fics bc I’m writing exclusively on mobile rn 😀 but I wanna do a little something
These are mostly self indulgent sorry guys🤧
Karlach:
The second she gets her engine fixed it’s nonstop cuddles. Whenever you’re not traveling or fighting some absolute cultists, Karlach wants you in her lap. Or vice versa, she won’t complain.
Loves loves LOVES when you play with her hair. She just wants to be petted <3
She usually likes to be the big spoon, or just wrap you up in her arms entirely because she loves the feeling of holding you against her chest. However, if she had a bad day or after a particularly rough fight she will climb into your arms and tuck her head into your chest. You’d best rub her back and tell her how much you love her, bc my girl needs a little TLC every now and then.
I’d say Karlach likes to be face to face when cuddling, because she gets the most attention that way. Also best position for kisses!! She loves leaving kisses all over your face, especially your forehead. She loves getting kisses too, she’s constantly giving you puppy dog eyes and asking for kisses throughout the day.
Verdict: Karlach is a lover girl (we knew this)
Shadowheart:
Shadowheart is a bit reserved when it comes to cuddling. She loves it, don’t get me wrong, but she also values personal space a lot. She usually settles for resting a hand on your thigh, or holding hands even. She’ll lean against you while sitting next to you, and even rest her head on your shoulder.
When you’re alone in her tent she will climb in your lap and talk about whatever topic has her currently intrigued. She loves being pampered, honestly. I mean, she’s Gods favorite princess, how can she not?
She usually likes to be receiving attention like kisses and hugs, even back rubs and other forms of affection like that. She does give back though, she’s just more hesitant because she is honestly a bit shy! She can flirt all she wants but when she has real feelings she gets a bit nervous. She doesn’t want to violate a boundary or overstep!! Also she worries about being annoying.
Her favorite cuddle position is when you lay on your back and let her cuddle into your side, resting her head on your chest. She enjoys the freedom it gives her, she is the one in charge of how much contact there is. She also likes being able to drape her arm and her leg over your body :3
Overall Shadowheart is not a huge cuddler, but at the end of the day she likes to curl up with her lover as much as anyone else <3
Lae’zel:
Hates cuddling. Any affection, actually. She thinks it’s disgusting and weak!
However….
When you two are alone she may or may not lean against you. And hold your hand. And maybe even rest her head on your shoulder. And climb in your lap. And…
Okay maybe she doesn’t hate affection that much.
She had honestly never experienced tenderness in such a way before meeting you. She detested it at first, because it felt almost too good to be true! It seemed like a trick of sorts even. A strategy for her to let down her guard so you could strike.
But… you never did. And Lae’zel reluctantly warmed up to the idea.
Her favorite position is surprisingly enough, little spoon! She likes the feeling of you wrapping your arms around her, it makes her feel safe. She’ll say it’s because you are behind her to protect her from sneak attacks, but honestly she’s just a sucker for a good hug.
She will NEVER be caught DEAD cuddling by your companions though. Cuddling is strictly behind closed doors. The best you’ll get is a handhold or a quick kiss.
Ultimately, Lae’zel is secretly a bit of a softie. I SAID IT!! She is very hesitant with affection because she is ultimately distrusting, and gentleness in general is foreign to her. After she warms up to it though, you bet she is climbing in bed and instantly tugging your arm over her waist. She would rather die than let anyone else know that though, especially Shadowheart.
Dame Aylin:
Omg hot lesbian demigod with wings?? You know the cuddles are insane.
Alyin is a lovergirl, you can’t change my mind. She wants to be in your personal space 24/7 and LOVES having a hand on you in some way all the time. She particularly enjoys having her arm wrapped possessively around your waist. Loves kissing you randomly all the time too. A century of being trapped in shadow fell will make a girl pretty touch starved.
She loves to be the big spoon, but she also enjoys lying on her back and having you just lay completely on top of her. She wants as much physical contact as possible. She loves rubbing your back or playing with your hair, and just kissing every inch of exposed skin she can reach.
She also enjoys having you sit on her lap. She’s constantly pulling you down onto her lap so she can wrap her arms around your waist and rest her chin on your shoulder. She doesn’t care who sees either, she’s happy to show off her love for you.
Isobel:
Isobel is such a love, omg. She’s unbearably sweet, she loves cupping your face in her hands and kissing you impossibly gently. She also loved just giving you random hugs throughout the day. Holding hands!! She just loves being near you.
She likes sleeping on her back, so she’ll let you cuddle into her side. She also adores playing with your hair as you fall asleep. It lulls you to sleep, and also helps her wind down after a long day. She also enjoys the way you trace patterns on her stomach as you two talk before bed, she cherishes how loved it makes her feel.
She’s not exactly shy about her affections, but she doesn’t enjoy the feeling of other people watching you share a moment. Those moments are private and sacred to her, so she tends to keep the affection light when people are around. Maybe just handholding and quick kisses.
When you’re alone though? This girl is showering you with all the affection you can handle.
A/n
Yes I know Aylins wings are technically just her armor but for the sake of the plot PRETEND THATS NOT TRUE !!
Summary: Wednesday never lets anything get under her skin, except of course her girlfriend Enid Sinclair. Much to Wednesday's dismay, the werewolf loves making her girlfriend blush.
Warnings: None, just pure fluff and ooc Wednesday
Inspired by pixels.on.a.screen on instagram, ofc. The bold text is courtesy of her gorgeous creative brain
Wednesday always prided herself on being unemotional. She always had a stoic expression on her face, and she didn't let things get under her skin. She didn't care about anyone other than herself, she had no friends, and she definitely never fell in love.
Well, until now of course.
And with someone such a polar opposite to herself at that, she could nearly throw up at the irony. Enid Sinclair, the color loving extrovert with an inclination for physical touch. Everything Wednesday despised. But oh, how she loved her.
Unfortunately for Wednesday, Enid adored pushing passed Wednesday's well crafted walls and proving that the brunette did in fact have feelings. Wednesday kept up the facade as well as she could, but she was only so strong to the werewolf's charm.
"Wenny come here." Enid drawled from where she sat at a lunch table. She offered Wednesday a broad grin as she opened her arms and beckoned her girlfriend closer. Wednesday rolled her eyes.
"I don't respond to ridiculous nicknames such as that." The brunette protested, yet her actions said otherwise. She walked over to Enid, staring down at her with a rather unimpressed look. The blond giggled, wrapping her arms around Wednesday's waist and tugging the girl closer.
"Baby, do you wanna go to town after class today and have a little date? Just the two of us?" Enid asked, batting her thick eyelashes up at the brunette, giving Wednesday her best puppydog eyes.
"I suppose it wouldn't be a terrible idea... So long as it doesn't infringe on my writing time." Wednesday said with faux reluctance, looking away from Enid's smile with a faint blush. She could hardly stand it when Enid looked at her like that, with those big blue eyes and that cute smile.
"Awesome! I can't wait! Should we wear our snoods?" Enid asked excitedly, her hands playing with the hem of Wednesday's blazer. Wednesday shot her a weak glare.
"Don't push it." She snarked, causing Enid to giggle. The sound elicited a disgusting response from the ravenette, causing her heart to skip a beat and for a flush to adorn her cheeks.
"Aww, please? I wanna take selfies at the cafe." Enid pleaded with an exaggerated pout. Wednesday forced herself to look away, drawing her lips into a thin line as she tried to find the resolve to tell Enid no.
She didn't get much time to pluck up the nerve, since Enid surprisngly pulled Wednesday down into her lap. The shorter girl shot her hand out and gripped Enid's shoulder in surprise, looking at the blond with wide eyes. The werewolf simply giggled at Wednesday's surprise, leaning forward to place a small kiss to the tip of her nose.
"You know Wednesday, for someone who loves black so much, I think red looks best on you." Enid teased with a smirk, gently tracing the blush on Wednesday's face with her fingers. Wednesday swallowed thickly, trying to meet Enid's gaze but being unable to.
"I am entirely sure that I have no idea what you mean." Wednesday replied stiffly, glancing at Enid out of the corner of her eye to see the girl beaming at her. Enid lets out a small giggle, placing a chaste kiss on Wednesday's lips before pulling away and loosening her grip on her girlfriends waist, giving her the opportunity to leave if she wished. Wednesday stayed put, settling more comfortably on Enid's lap.
"Whatever you say sweetheart." Enid teased, purposefully using a petname that she knew Wednesday despised. The brunette shot her a glare and rolled her eyes. She absentmindedly fixed the lapels of Enid's blazer, choosing to redirect her attention.
"Alright. Well." She paused, glancing up at Enid's face to find the girl already staring at her attentively. She felt a hot flush run over her entire body at this, and she swallowed almost nervously. Of course she wasn't actually nervous, or flustered, or anything of the sort. She was Wednesday Addams, and Wednesday Addams didn't have feelings.
"I shall pick you up at the fountain after my writing hour and take you on that date." Wednesday declared, gazing down at Enid's perfect features. Her sweet smile, the slight pink tint of her blush, the way her lips looked so enticing.
"Alright! See you then Willa." Enid replied quickly with a grin, noticing Wednesday's intense gaze roaming her features. She relished the attention, but more so she relished in the fact she could make her girlfriend so flustered.
With that, Wednesday got to her feet and straightened her skirt before turning to Enid one final time, bending down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. "I love you, cara mia." Wedneday murmured against Enid's lips, causing the blond to blush crimson, grinning up at her girlfriend.
"I love you too Wednesday." She responded earnestly, her face nearly aching from how she smiled. She noticed a small smile tug at Wednesday's lips before the girl stood up and hastily walked away, heading towards her next class.
Wednesday Addams always prided herself on being unemotional. She didn't let things get under her skin, she didn't care about anyone other than herself, and she definitely never fell in love. Except one time, with a girl named Enid Sinclair.
Summary: Wednesday rants about her mother being overbearing, and Enid can't stand to listen to it for another moment. After all, Enid would give anything for a mother who loved her.
This was also inspired by pixels.on.a.screen on insta btw (go thank them by liking their art)
Enid could never understand how Wednesday would get so irritatated with her mother. The ravenette would always complain about Morticia being "overbearing" or in her words, " stifling of her morbid creativity". Enid watched during parent's day when Wednesday shied away from her mothers touch, the way Wednesday glared as Morticia asked how school was going. She felt her heart clench in her chest when Wednesday rolled her eyes as Morticia said she was proud of Wednesday for winning the Poe Cup.
Enid avoided Wednesday for a bit after parents day, just because she was so upset. She couldn't decide if she was sad or angry, and she settled on the fact she was mostly jealous. She couldn't fathom how Wednesday could take such a thing as a mothers love for granted. Enid would give anything for her mother to simply accept her, let alone love her.
So now, as she sat on her bed gritting her teeth and clawing a pillow to shreds between her claws as Wednesday complained she couldn't help but feel that same burn of envy.
"I don't understand why she has to contact me via crystal ball every weekend. She doesn't need to know everything about my time here at Nevermore. The whole point of going to this stone and cobwebbed prison of a school was to get away from my family for a while." Wednesday ranted in a sharp tone as she covered her crystal ball with the maroon colored cloth. She let out a huff as she turned to her typewriter and put a new page in angrily.
"I mean, you'd think she was worried I'd disappear on her or something. She knows I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, at this point her weekly checkups are getting insulting." Wednesday continued, her tone biting and cold. Enid couldn't keep silent anymore, her jaw aching from how hard she was clenching it.
"Well at least your mom cares, Wednesday!" She shouted before she could stop herself, causing Wednesday to turn to her in surprise, before a heavy glare settled on Wednesday's brow.
"Caring and overbearing go hand in hand." The shorter girl deadpanned in an unimpressed tone and Enid felt that green monster tearing at her chest.
"How can you say that?" Enid nearly cried, her voice cracking as she stood up and strode over to the tape line separating their respective halves of the room. "I would give anything to have a mother that cared enough to even ask how I was doing!" Enid's chest heaved as she felt a familiar burn in her sinuses, the pillow between her hands shedding fluff all over the floor now.
"At least your mom loves you!"
The silence in the room was deafening. And there it was, the tears streaming down her face as she uselessly wiped them away. Sad hiccups escaped her lips as she tried to bite back her sobs. Wednesday simply stared at her with an unreadable look on her face. Her eyes were widened slightly in surprise, and Enid thought she could see a hint of uncertainty in her gaze.
"I would do anything to have a mom like yours." Enid sobs helplessly, wiping her tears angrily. She could hear her mothers voice in her head already. 'Why do you cry over everything? Enid, you're too sensitive. You need to toughen up.'
"My mom doesn't even know the names of my friends! She doesn't even care if I have any friends! She's- she's so obsessed with this idea of me being perfect that she doesn't even care about me!" Enid sobs uselessly, her knees feeling weak as her chest heaves. She can't understand it. It's not fair. How come her mother doesn't love her, even though she tries so hard, and Wednesday's mom is so unconditional in her love that even when Wednesday is an absolute prick to her, she still tells her she loves her anyways.
"Enid..." Wednesday's voice is so gentle that it simply makes Enid sob harder. She feels Wednesday's hands on her own more than she can see them, since the tears have blurred her vision. Wednesday gently takes the torn pillow from her grasp and replaces it with her own hands, soft and cool against Enid's skin. Wednesday is always cold, and it's a bit unnerving how much she feels like a walking corpse. In this moment however, it is incredibly grounding.
"Enid, take deep breaths, okay?" Wednesday murmurs gently, and Enid realizes she had been hyperventilating. Enid sobs and gasps for breath, shaking her head. She couldn't catch her breath. She felt like she'd never stop crying.
"Here, breathe with me." The ravenette offered, guiding Enid's hand to rest on her chest, right over her steadily beating heart. She began taking slow deep breaths, encouraging Enid to follow her lead. It took a while, but Wednesday was ever patient with her, and soon her gasping sobs subsided into sad little hiccups.
"There go you." Wednesday whispers as she gently wipes the tears from Enid's face. Enid meets her gaze and nearly bursts into tears again at how Wednesday looks at her. Her brown eyes are so incredibly soft and sad as she gazes at Enid, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. Her bottom lip juts out ever so slightly in a pout as she brushes Enid's hair out of her face.
"Good job." The shorter girl says softly, placing a kiss on Enid's forehead before gently guiding her back to her bed. She sits Enid down and carefully positions herself leaning back against Enid's many colorful pillows. She then opens her arms and Enid instantly collapses into her girlfriends arms, burrowing into the inevitable comfort she offers.
"I'm sorry my complaining was upsetting you, I didn't know..." Wednesday says quietly, sounding contemplative as she rubs Enid's back. "I didn't really think of it like that. My mother gets on my nerves sometimes but I didn't even consider how it is to have a mother that doesn't care at all. I'm... sorry for being insensitive with my rants around you. I'll... try to be better next time." Wednesday speaks slowly, as if she is choosing her words carefully. Enid melts, tears welling in her eyes again at Wednesday's gentleness with her.
"It's okay... It's not your fault. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me about those types of things. I just get so jealous sometimes. It's not fair that my mother doesn't love me. I don't know why, or where I went wrong... I try so hard." Enid blubbers, her voice getting choked up as more tears stream down her face. Wednesday's hand on her back presses her closer into her body.
"Enid, I need you to listen to me very carefully." Wednesday says in a tight voice, a tone Enid has rarely heard from her. The blond shifts so her chin is resting on Wednesday's chest so she can look up at her face questioningly.
"Don't you ever- for even a single moment- wonder if there is something wrong with you. Your mother being unable to love you properly has nothing to do with you, it is simply her own unresolved issues and poor parenting tactics. You are perfect cara mia, don't you ever think anything other than that." Wednesday's voice wavers with emotion as she stares down at Enid with so much intensity it makes goosebumps rise on her skin.
Wednesday reaches up and wipes away Enid's fresh wave of tears, her hands warming the longer they linger on the werewolves flushed skin. Enid scoots up higher so she can press a kiss to Wednesday's lips before tucking her head into her neck, sniffling as Wednesday hugs her tightly.
"Thank you." Enid murmurs, feeling so overwhelmed with love that she wants to squirm. She's never known a love as intense or as unconditional as Wednesday's, and she's forever grateful for it. As she curls into the ravenette more, growing tired from the intensity of her crying session she smiles.
Sure Enid may not have her mother, but she knows she will always have Wednesday. The pain and the emptiness where maternal love should be will always linger, but for the first time it feels like she can cope with it. So long as she has Wednesday by her side.
"I love you, Wednesday."
"I love you too, Enid"
a/n Enid's mommy issues need to be explored more tbh
This was based off of the amazing Wenclair fanart by pixels.on.a.screen on instagram. Please go check her out and enjoy her amazing art!
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair
Warnings: Wednesday having feelings?? Also Wednesday not knowing how to communicate
Summary: Over summer break Wednesday comes to a realization.... A realization that she is disgustingly in love with Enid Sinclair.
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Wednesday Addams was not a girl for feelings. She detested them, considering them a hindrance; simply clouding ones judgment. And yet... Wednesday found herself in a dilemma.
Over the summer, after her adventures at Nevermore Academy Wednesday was trying to focus on her newest mystery. Who was her stalker that keeps sending her these threatening messages? As well as multiple surprisingly well animated gifs of her getting maimed in various ways.
This was her first priority, something she needed to apply her undivided attention too. And yet... There was this... feeling that was ever so distracting. A feeling akin to warm honey dripping through her chest cavity, sticking to everything it touched and warming Wednesday's cold heart. A feeling like bees buzzing inside her stomach whenever she so much as thought of...
Enid.
Enid, Enid, Enid.
The damn werewolf permeated every thought Wednesday had. Every time she dedicated time to finding out who her stalker was, the blond would somehow worm her way to the forefront of her mind. Wednesday was irritated, and frankly a bit confused. She didn't even know she was capable of having feelings. She always prided herself on her aloof and detached nature, considering it one of her best strengths.
Yet this girl, who was the complete and polar opposite of Wednesday herself, refused to leave her mind. Wednesday despised everything Enid stood for. Her brightly colored attire, her bubbly personality, her love for obnoxiously loud pop music- everything! And yet... Oh how Wednesday adored her.
She adored Enid's bright smile, and the way her eyes glittered with excitement. She admired Enid's friendliness; her willingness to push past all of Wednesday's walls and get to know her beneath her cold exterior. She craved the way Enid so easily gave out affection. Words of affirmation, acts of service, physical touch, gifts- every love language Enid had. She shared her love so openly and with such warmth that it was even enough to defrost Wednesday's resolve.
It made Wednesday sick.
How could this girl have done this to her? How could she elicit a physical and psychological reaction out of Wednesday when she wasn't even in the same room as her? Wednesday felt her heart race when Enid would text her, and her mouth would go dry whenever Enid requested to call. Every letter, every word, it was engraving these feelings deeper and deeper into Wednesday's very being.
She despised it.
But oh, how she adored her.
Wednesday was disgusted with herself when she finally came to the agonizing conclusion that she was in love with the werewolf. She had always sworn to never become like her father and yet here she was, sitting at her typewriter and trying to form a letter to accurately depict the feeling she had for the blond. Countless crumpled papers lay on the floor surrounding her. She would write half of a sentence and it would instantly be deemed unworthy. How could she even begin to put into words the fire she felt within her?
How could she possibly explain how every night as she laid down to sleep all she could think of was how warm Enid had felt in her arms that night? How could she explain that every moment of every day Wednesday wished Enid could be there beside her? She missed her.
She missed her in a way that ached down to her very bones. Sometimes she would sit outside in the rain just to think, to reminisce. She missed Enid's obnoxiously bright outfits, she missed the way Enid didn't have an 'inside voice'. She missed the way the werewolf would grind her teeth in her sleep, and she even missed the annoying pop music that Enid insisted on playing every single morning.
Most of all she missed the way Enid would look at her. Those blue eyes were so deep Wednesday dared not stare too long for fear of getting lost. Enid would look at her in a way nobody else had. Most people gazed at Wednesday with distrust and a vague look of fear. Enid however, always looked at her with such warmth and with such friendliness that it made her insides melt into a puddle.
So as Wednesday stepped back onto the steps of Nevermore, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement. As she trudged up the stairs to the familiarity of their old shared dorm, Wednesday held her breath as she opened the door. The heavy oak wood swung out on it's hinges, silent as ever since Wednesday had oiled them last semester, detesting the creak they used to carry.
The dorm looked just as they had left it. Half of the large glass window still adorned in the brightly colored translucent stickers, while the other half lay barren. A line of tape on the floor separating both sides, though a bit faded, still remained. She even noticed the mark left in the beam from where Tyler had stabbed Thing. The memory left a bitter taste at the back of her tongue.
Wednesday stood there for a moment, taking in the sight as well as the nostalgia.
And then...
"Wednesday!"
Her attention was drawn to Enid's side of the room. There she was! Wednesday felt her heart stutter in her chest. Enid stood up from where she had been knelt on the floor, unpacking her things. She rushed over to Wednesday and halted just short of her personal space. Wednesday's heart squeezed painfully at the gesture. Enid was such a hugger but even in her excitement she never pushed Wednesday's boundaries.
I love her. Wednesday thought as she took in her appearance. Enid seemed to have grown a bit taller over the break, Wednesday realized. She now had to angle her face upwards ever so slightly to look the werewolf properly in the eye. Enid's hair had also grown out slightly, leaving her roots darker as the ends of her hair were still a familiar (yet faded) blue and pink.
"I missed you so much over the break!" Enid exclaimed with a bright smile, a pink tint entering her face as she let out a giddy laugh. She rocked back and forth on her heels, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. She was obviously resisting the urge to touch Wednesday. If the ravenette was honest, she was as well. She missed Enid. She wanted nothing more to wrap her in her arms and never let go. She just didn't know how.
That was something Wednesday envied about Enid; how she treated affection so simply. She would watch as Enid hugged Yoko, and slung her arm over Divina's shoulders so casually during conversation. Jealousy would boil within her whenever she saw the blond with Ajax. She wanted Enid's affection. She just couldn't figure out how to ask for it.
"I mean- I know we texted and stuff but it's not the same as being able to see you. In person I mean. You look great by the way! Have you started wearing a lip stain? I swear your lips look a bit-" Enid was rambling now, seemingly nervous by Wednesday's prolonged silence. She mentally scolded herself for making Enid feel anxious. Couldn't she gather her thoughts long enough to at least grant the blond with a response?
"Anyways- how have you been?" Enid asked finally, clamping her jaw shut in an anxious smile, attempting to stop her own mindless blabbering. Wednesday spotted the tension around her mouth, and the way the smile didn't reach her eyes. The way her eyebrows ticked ever so slightly up was an obvious tell that Enid was nervous. Poor thing.
"I am afraid I am indubitably and disgustingly in love with you." The words fell from Wednesday's maroon stained lips before she could stop herself. She felt her cold heart stop in her chest. Enid's eyes widened ever so slightly and her lips parted in surprise.
"Eh-?" An awkward sound came from the back of Enid's throat as she floundered for words. Wednesday schooled her features, but inside was absolute carnage. Why on earth had she said it like that? Could she be any less romantic? God, Enid deserved a confession better than that. Perhaps a moonlit dinner with rose petals strewn across the floor. Wednesday always thought her fathers big romantic gestures were pointless and flashy, but now she understood.
"You're what?" Enid stammered, swallowing thickly as she stared down at Wednesday, searching her expression desperately. Wednesday sighed and dropped her gaze from the blond's for a moment. Oh she had really done it now, hadn't she?
"I am in love with you." She repeats, a bit quieter now as she stares down at Enid's hands where they anxiously toy with the bottom of her uniform blazer. She wants to take her hands, hold them in her own. She wants to kiss every knuckle and promise she will do this confession over in a much more romantic setting,
But she doesn't.
She doesn't know how.
"W-Willa..." Enid trails off, and Wednesday's heart squeezes at Enid's use of her old nickname. The ravenette despised the nickname at first, thinking it was stupid and childish. However, now as Enid says it to he in that tone of voice, she cherishes every syllable.
"I-I don't-" The werewolf says helplessly, dipping her head down slightly to try and catch Wednesday's gaze. The action causes Wednesday to swoon slightly, although she doesn't let it show. "I don't understand?" Enid offers in a confused tone, searching Wednesday's stoic face.
"Over the summer, my main focus was supposed to be my newest mystery; discovering who my stalker is. And yet, every time I sat down to try and concentrate I could only think of one thing." Wednesday paused, taking a deep breath and meeting Enid's gaze. "You." She said, her voice quivering uncharacteristically. She hoped her gaze conveyed every emotion she wished she knew how to put into words. Wednesday wished more than anything in this moment that she knew how to explain to Enid the sheer depth of her feelings. She had to know.
"You are like a plague to me. You are inescapable- and every memory we have shared together repeats in my mind every time I lay my head down to sleep. When I close my eyes I see your face, and when I am awake I hear your voice in the back of my mind." Wednesday continued, trying desperately to convey the things she had been feeling over the months they spent apart.
"I felt excitement for the first time since I was nine years old and my parents allowed me to perform my first evisceration independently this morning, and that excitement was to see you." Wednesday licked her lips nervously as Enid's eyes glimmered with unshed tears. Perhaps she needed more clarity?
"I missed you, Enid." She finishes her speech, staring up at the werewolf with wide eyes. She waits for a reaction, any type of response as Enid stares down at her, her bottom lip wobbling dangerously. She sniffles and wipes her eyes.
"Oh Wednesday-" The way Enid says her name causes goosbumps to rise on her skin. Enid can't seem to hold herself back anymore and before she knows it she is wrapped in a warm embrace. She instantly melts into the blond's arms. She presses her face into the side of Enid's neck and inhales. Enid smells like rose and vanilla, a comforting and sickeningly sweet scent. Wednesday wraps her arms around the werewolf, firmly pressing her closer. Every inch of the ravenette's skin is aflame, Enid's touch warming her down to her very soul.
"I love you too Willa." Enid murmurs as she sniffles, hugging Wednesday impossibly closer. To her surprise, Wednesday feels tears burning her eyes as well. She hadn't realized how much fear of rejection she had been holding until this very moment. The confirmation that Enid felt the same was such a relief that she couldn't help the single tear that fell from her eye.
All too soon, Enid pulls back and looks down at Wednesday with those soft eyes. She feels herself melt under the werewolf's gaze, staring back up at her in awe as the taller girl gently holds Wednesday's face in her hands, swiping away her tears with her thumbs. Enid opens her mouth to speak, but Wednesday beats her to it.
"May I kiss you?" She asks, her voice breathy and quiet. Enid doesn't respond, simply pulling Wednesday closer. Her eyes slide shut and her heart stops in her chest before resuming beating at double time. Enid's lips feel all too soft against hers, too plush and too perfect. She tasted like heaven, and Wednesday felt almost guilty at how good it felt to kiss her.
Wednesday's hands came to rest on Enid's waist, gripping her blazer tightly as she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss her firmer. She never wanted to stop kissing her. She never wanted to stop touching her. She never wanted to be apart from Enid again, because Enid was everything to her.
"I love you." Wednesday confessed again, her mouth moving against Enid's as she pressed impossibly closer. Enid pulled back breathlessly, giving a giddy giggle as she grinned down at Wednesday.
"I love you too." She said, her face flushed as she gently ran her fingers along Wednesday's freckles. "And as much as I love kissing you... We do need to go to orientation or we'll get in trouble." She says in a reluctant tone. Wednesday scowls, causing Enid to chuckle and gently smooth the space between her eyebrows with her thumb.
"I know... But we can cuddle later." Enid says with a broad smile, and even though Wednesday's heart jumps at the prospect of holding Enid close, she rolls her eyes nearly playfully.
"Fine. Let us go then." She says with a deep sigh, grasping Enid's hand in her own as she leads the blond out of the dorm. She never once releases her grip on Enid, and she doesn't plan to for the rest of her life. Because Enid was hers, and most importantly, she was Enid's.
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