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it’s a craving not a crush by kybee1497

“Maybe I’ll steal you from Tyler, instead,” Enid muses. “Baby, I’ll be the best second spouse you’ve ever had.”

“What happened to my first?” Wednesday asks curiously.

“Nothing you can prove,” Enid whispers, swaying even closer, before slowly reaching out and gently tapping Wednesday on the nose. “Boop,” she says, giggling when Wednesday blinks and goes cross-eyed to stare at her own nose.

OR

The gang has lunch. Enid is an equally opportunity flirt. Tyler suffers. Wednesday has the time of her life. And Xavier has a no good, very bad day but no one actually cares about that.

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Sweet Grass by kybee1497

“I’m bleeding. All over your carpet. I need the bandages.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet,” Enid repeats, nuzzling her face against the pillow with a happy hum. That’s nice. Her head is spinning, trying to pull her back under. Back to her dreams and the butterflies. She loves butterflies, just like Wednesday loves blood. That girl is so weird.

Her eyes shoot open.

OR

Enid patches Wednesday up in the middle of the night and feelings are had.

[kybee1497]

Me writing “don’t talk to me or my scary goth girlfriend”: damn I wonder what Xavier’s talking to Wednesday about and why she hasn’t just walked past him

Me writing “never again”: I guess he was asking her out *again* idk let’s focus on the admin aspect of this

Me writing “insert title here”: damn Wednesday doesn’t even know what he’s saying. He starts talking and she instantly stops listening. Her internal monologue is just like wow I miss Enid. I could be sitting with Enid right now and I’m being DETAINED. Oh what was that? That’s an unfortunate laugh for a boy to have, sounds like a donkey anyways let’s think about ENID. She’s like listen to a man? In this economy! ✋🏻🤢🙅🏻‍♀️

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my bunny lies over the ocean by kybee1497

The first time he opens his eyes it’s to a smiling baby girl who squeals at the sight, small fingers gripping his fur with surprising strength.

Her name is Audrey, tiny princess that she is. He loves her with every piece of fluff in him.

Or

The Magic in a guardian toy is more powerful than anyone knows.

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What once was mine by kybee1497

“Do you want help?” Enid’s quiet question has Wednesday’s head snapping up. Their eyes lock in the mirror and Wednesday’s surprised to see a lack of pity across Enid’s face, merely an open curiosity.

Wednesday takes a moment to think about it. Would it be worse to leave her hair unbound for the day? Or to let Enid’s hands anywhere near it? She loathes the idea of letting anyone else near her hair but she supposes if it has to be someone, Enid would be preferred.

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Never Again by kybee1497

There’s an uncomfortable twist in her gut at the Deja Vu of a dark haired young woman sitting in front of her calmly reporting a stalker. It’s what Mr. Thorpe is clearly working his way towards whether he realizes it or not. It’s something Larissa can not, will not, sit by and let happen again. Not to any of her students but especially not to Morticia’s daughter.

Or

Xavier Thorpe never did learn how to quit while he’s ahead. Enid Sinclair may have gotten there first but Larissa sat by and watched while Morticia’s stalker nearly killed her and she’ll be damned if she does it again. Xavier Thorpe has no idea what’s about to hit him.

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I’d Tell You I Love You, but Then I’d Have to Kill You by kybee1497

Julie Molina, 3rd generation legacy and senior at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.

Luke Patterson, prodigy of the Blackthorne Institue for Boys.

The two first met last year during their spring final exam. He flirted. She used him. They both lied. But Luke cheated and Julie hasn’t forgiven it, she definitely hasn’t forgotten, and she can’t quite shake the blow to her confidence the encounter left.

But what was supposed to be a one off, turns out to be a lot more when Blackthorne joins Gallagher Academy for the year and suddenly Luke is everywhere. He’s cocky, charming, and drives her crazy but the look in his eyes when she aces a test or hands him is ass in gym sends butterflies fluttering through her stomach.

Which is stupid because Julie has more important things to worry about. Like passing her classes and getting through her final year. Like why her mothers been acting so weird, stress lining her eyes. Like why exactly the Blackthorne boys are here this year and what exactly happened to Headmaster Covington. Like what she’s going to do after graduation… if they even get there, because the mystery of Blackthorne is far more dangerous than they could have ever guessed.

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It’s finally here!!! Tagging anyone I’ve yelled about this au with over the last 2 ish years (also my memory is terrible so I’m so sorry if I leave someone out) @sunsetcurbed @angelofarts @fandomscraziness22 @thatbitchmabel @willexmagic @itsthebooks @williexmercer

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Coming soon (tomorrow) to a theatre (Ao3) near you

Don’t Bother Me or My Two Favorite Students Ever Again

Working title: Larissa Weems and the No Good, Very Bad Day

The follow up/companion fic/sequel to don’t talk to me or my scary goth gf ever again that I posted like a year ago. As a celebration of this fic no longer languishing in my wip folder, have a snippet. It should be posted on ao3 tomorrow, I just have to do a final edit and it’s good to go out the door. I’m tragically too sleepy to do it tonight 🥺😭

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Ten minutes later and Larissa pauses in her pacing, pointing a finger at the two figures by her desk. “Violence is not the answer. I don’t care what happened, get a teacher if need be but fighting is not allowed. Am I clear?”

She receives one nod and one sullen stare and sighs, pressing a hand to her forehead. “One week, ladies. That’s all I ask. Behave for a week.”

Collapsing into her chair, Larissa steeples her hands below her chin and pins the two girls with a stern look.

One bright sunshine of a girl now looking rather deflated, slouching in her seat. The perfect image of the contrite student if it weren’t for the mulish set to her jaw and the look in her eyes saying she’d do it all over again.

The other makes no attempt at placating the authority. Wednesday Addams sits neatly in the chair to Miss Sinclair’s right, back ramrod straight and a blank but unapologetic expression on her face. It says she’s unimpressed with Larissa’s plea and might do the opposite just for fun.

Lovely.

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And that’s that! Stay tuned for the fic link and moodboard that should (hopefully) be posted tomorrow.