Bianca hated being a siren. All of history painted them as these seductive murderers, their voice luring thousands of men to their death. Modern media painted them as con artists, cultists, and cheaters both in bed and the entertainment industry. No matter what, they were the bad guys because of their voice. The worst part about it was that she couldn't even deny the claims. Every siren she knew before nevermore was all of what modern media portrayed, and a little bit of history.
At nevermore, however, she found that it was less true. Sure there was the occasional romance scandal, bit every highschool has those and they were actually more common within non-siren couples. There at the school, she didn't have to live with the stigma of morning song hanging over her head. She didn't have to use her voice on unsuspecting normies. She even got a necklace to block her voices powers! She thought all the bad views of sirens were behind her.
Xavier Thorpe proved her wrong.
He had asked her to use her voice to forget a girl. He knew she hated using her voice. And yet he asked anyway. So, like the girlboss she is, she ditched him.
Option a(tons of canon, just a gay lense mostly)(accidentally made it more wenclay, but just pair it with my previous writings(which i felt happened pre Wednesday) and it's all good);
She ran into Wednesday while returning from taking a breather, she tried to take her anger out on the young goth, but the psychic just took it. It was an eventful evening.
The more eventful evening, however, was when Wednesday had asked her to use her voice. Instead of being told to use it for selfish reasons, like wealth or forgetting the pain of rejection, the Addams had asked her to use it to save people. She didn't know that was even possible. To use something so scorned and so hated by others and herself, to save people. The only two times Wednesday Addams had asked the siren to use her voice, was for the sake of others. It stunned her.
And then Wednesday was dying. She was pushed up against a broken table and dying. The rotten bigoted pilgrim was killing her. So she stabbed him. It didn't finish the job, but it gave the goth enough time to kill him. And she saw the pilgrim burst into flames and was gone. Relief had flooded her system.
They made their way back to the rest of the school, and when they got there, Enid almost tackled Wednesday to the ground in a hug. Bianca thought nothing of it, they were roommates after all. But then Wednesday reciprocated it. And Bianca found that she had very conflicting feelings about it. She would need to dig into that later.
Or, option b('she's the man' au)(again, with the previous installments of sinclay, it looks a little better);
She found Wednesday out in the hall, sulking it seemed. The young psychic didn't notice the siren sit down next to her.
Wednesday looks to Bianca, "Barclay"
"Trouble with your date?" Bianca is looking straight forward, not acknowledging the goths reaction except with a smirk,
"We aren't- Me and Edwin are not romantically involved"
"Then why are you pouting? Edwin go dance with another girl?" Bianca waits for a response, but none comes and she looks over to the goth. The ravenettes face is almost completely neutral, except for the slightest of furrowed brows. "Wait, for real?! He asked you to the dance, and now he's dancing with another girl!?"
"Yes, and it is none. Of. My. Concern. Or yours." The young Addams gets up to leave, but is stopped by a hand on her wrist. She immediately grabs the hand and twists, her self defense and martial arts reflexes activating. A short and intimidating(a/n, hah, like her)"Do not touch me" later and she releases her grip.
Clutching her wrist, "ow, i was just gonna recomend we dance together, a truce for the night to get back at our respective dates!" Rolling her wrist a little and then not bothering it anymore, the siren looks up slightly(a/n, hah, cause Wednesday is short) to the goth.
"Very well, that revenge sounds adequate. However, still no touching" Wednesday holds out her hand to seal the deal.
"Perfect" Bianca goes to reach her own hand out to shake, but Wednesday pulls her hand back last second.
"Like i said, no touching." And they head back into the [insert whatever the heck it's called] and go toward the dance floor.
Bianca looks around to find Xavier staring right at her, and she smirks. Xavier returns with a confused look until he realizes the two are heading toward the dance floor.
Meanwhile, Wednesday is subtly looking around for Edwin. She only finds him when she almost runs into him.
"Ah! Hey Wends! I've been looking for you!" That one remark almost makes the psychic rethink the dance with Bianca. But she made a deal, so she'll go through with the plan.
And so Wednesday and Bianca start dancing. Wednesday with her kooky dance, and Bianca just playing along, trying to make it look authentic. But as they say, pretend enough, and it won't be pretend.
And so Bianca started enjoying the dance. The freedom that the way Wednesday danced brought. For the first time, Bianca didn't worry about how people might see her, and just danced.
Later, during sleepless nights, she would dwell on the feelings of freedom and unfiltered joy the goth brought out from her that night, how the goth probably never even thought of asking her to use her voice to forget Edwin for the night, but now she danced and enjoyed the rest of the night.
(A/n, unless the blood(paint) rain actually happens, in which case she enjoys the night until the sprinklers turn on.)
One thing that pisses me off in movies is their sprinkler mechanics. THATS NOT HOW THEY WORK!!!! Sprinklers of the type most seen in movies and tv shows(this includes Wednesday) have a little vial of a liquid that expands a lot in heat blocking the water from getting out, when the room heats up from a fire, the liquid expands and breaks the vial with how much it expands. Meaning they go off individually when they reach that point. They do not go off all together if one is triggered! The only possible way for it to have happened in Wednesday is if the rave'n had generated enough heat to make the vials close to their breaking point and that when the fire alarm was pulled, it was just a signal for the jericho kids to start pumping the paint, thus the extra pressure in the system makes the vials break. Whew, that took a bit of energy 😅
I'm hungry now, so imma go eat something
(really love how the main points are how Wednesday didn't at all ask Bianca to use her powers, like damn girl your standards that low 😭? Just how much damage did Xavier do to you. Then again, crushes start it all sorts of odd places so once again, I love it :)
Thanks alot for the content drunken!! )
Anyways, she's the man au content
Enid knows she's sulking and she really shouldn't be but dammit there's an ache in her chest and it isn't bc she's on the risk of wolfing out.
"what's got you all sad?" yoko calls out, leaning onto the werewolf's shoulder as she player with the drink in her head.
"Wednesday ignored me," Enid murmurs, watching as the two royals of the school danced. Going in felt unappealing for some reason and so she picked at the cuffs of her polo. "normally that's fine bc it's a noisy event and she must want her space but then she went to go interact with Bianca next so I'm just confused."
Yoko squints at the fallen shoulders on her friend before huffing out a smile and chugging her drink in one go. They call it liquid courage for a reason and the vampire's eyes meet the curious look of her girlfriend.
Divina, who sat with Kent gave a thumbs up in approval. That was enough for Yoko.
"you're a dumbass Sinclair," she laughs, allowing her hand to dip from around the undercover girl's shoulders to intertwine fingers instead. "stop your sad boy nonsense and dance with me!"
Enid, quite confused at the sudden invitation let's out a woah! As they got dragged into a sudden intense waltz. It's nice! She even got to do some weird three part dance with Divina but even with all the blitz and glamor, Enid can't help but let her eyes stray to the familiar braids of someone peculiar.
She looks like she's having fun, her mind thinks, without us. The thought is painful for some reason and if her teeth catches at her lip, no one needs to know.
I'm sure Wednesday has her reasons, she'd convince herself. Besides the night isn't over yet, I'm sure we'll be able to dance eventually-
Then Yoko laughs when Enid's feet caught in her own shoe laces and those worries lessen just a tad. Right, this was supposed to be a night of enjoyment not worry. Wednesday is having fun, that's what matters.
If they can't dance then so be it.
It's fine, she thinks, If Wednesday wants to dance with someone for a bit then so can I.
They never do get to dance that night, not when a prank cuts it off so early.
Enid wonders why she's so broken up over it.