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I have been *so* spoiled by the good omens fandom aziracrow has some of the best fanfics ever written and SO MANY of them
It’s time for me to refresh this one
Every time Ao3 is down we met each other here
the spark in her eyes
Enid didn't like Wednesday at first. She was blunt, stubborn, single minded, and had a personal thing against Taylor Swift. But for some reason, Enid got used to her. She got used to the little things Wednesday did, the small parts of her routine. Enid didn't like change at all, so when she came back to the dorm for classes to see that Wednesday wasn't there, she began to grow worried. It's fine, she told herself. Wednesdays probably just out looking for that 'monster' in the woods....But it has been storming for hours, the exact reason why Enid had called off on painting her team canoe. But it wouldn't be entirely unlike Wednesday to go hunt for monsters in the rain. Enid told herself she didn't care. But she did however, miss the rhythm of a typewriter that night. When Wednesday came home, she barely even looked up.
Enid had woken up countless times to the cello. What made this time different, she didn't know. But she didn't groan and cover her ears with her pillow like she usually wood. It could've been the fact that it was a full moon. But instead of the usual earplugs that came with Wednesdays late night sopranos, instead she climbed out from her bed and went to see. Wednesdays fingers moved with a fast clockwork that Enid never had and never would have. Wednesday didn't even acknowledge her presence as she climbed out the spinning window. All she did was keep playing, her eyes reading the music notes inexplicably fast as her bow followed. It was actually quite lovely, what she was playing. And for some reason, Enid's eyes went from the cello bow to Wednesdays face. She trailed the curve of her cheeks with her eyes. What she had assumed was a gaunt feature to her physique was really just a sharp jaw. She counted her freckles. But what enamored her was her eyes. Large and dark, Enid saw something in them she never saw before. A spark. She could tell that in Wednesday, she loved to play the cello. The thought shocked her. She thought Wednesday played it only to show off, not out of devotion. But just by looking at her, you could tell, she was in love. Enid loudly went back to bed. She never wanted to think of the word love and Wednesday Addams together, ever again.
...Enid had found herself looking for the spark in Wednesday's eyes. She had began sprouting a friendship with her, and what better opportunity? When in Rome. Not like she'd ever admit she was always searching Wednesdays eyes for some abstract concept of a "spark".
...
But if she would ever admit ot, she'd make note that the spark appeared more often than she expected. Usually, Wednesdays eyes were drowning in either boredom or malice, the two emotions Enid easily saw on the surface. But beneath, it was there more often than not. It appeared in her eyes when she wrote. When she played the cello. It appeared when she made a witty quip to Bianca. It came when Enid gave her positive feedback about her story. And it was beautiful. In a weird, goth kinda way. Not just a beautiful situation. It was like how a beetle would be beautiful. Only beautiful because it was weird.
The spark was there much more often, in the worst way. Enid had hoped, a little bit. For some reason she had hoped for a stupid, delusional dream. That maybe one day Wednesday would look at her with a spark. Maybe she did, even. Maybe she could look at her and find the love of a good friend. But that wasn't what Enid wanted...
Enid wanted the love of something more. And someone else got that look. Xavier. How could Enid have been so blind? They were so good together. Resident sad loner artist with the resident genius goth musician. It hurt how well they seemed to be for each other. Enid hadn't even meant to stumble upon them. She just did. It was well after club time, but Enid found herself wondering. And she wondered right into them. They didn't notice her, of course. Why would they notice her? They were too busy looking at each other. Enid zoned in on Wednesdays eyes like she often found herself doing. The spark. Just as bright as when she played the cello, but different. Not the love she had for the cello, or her writing, or from winning an argument. A different love. Enid knew what love it was. How could Enid possibly get in the way of that? She couldn't of course. And what sealed the deal of how she would never do anything was the way Wednesday smiled. Her smile was perfect. Gentle, with one corner pushed up more than the other. Perfect. Enid quietly turned the corner, and disappeared. It felt like the interaction lasted for hours, though it couldn't have even been a minute. Wednesday and Xavier hadn't even talked to each other, they just looked. Maybe they were talking right now. Maybe hugging. Maybe kissing. That stopped Enid right in her tracks. She wanted that.
She wanted to see the spark in Wednesdays eyes when she looked at Xavier, to be directed at her. She wanted to hug Wednesday. She wanted to kiss Wednesday. She especially wanted to kiss Wednesday. But it was a dream. someone as delusional as herself would have. It would never happen, and how could she even expect it to? Enid didn't want to take away the spark in Wednesdays eyes, not even the one she wanted the most. She could only dream.
Flowers
Enid's favorite flowers were roses.
They were classic. Sweet, romantic, and simple. She never had gotten roses before, no matter how many times she had not so subtlety hinted to Ajax that she wanted some. So she had no idea why they were on her bed.
Tied together with a neat black ribbon, they leaned against the pillows of her bed (which was freshly made by the way, something she definitely didn't do). Enid picked the flowers up, but hissed and dropped them as the thornes in the stems poked her. One had only slightly pricked her, but just as a precaution she slid her sleeves over her hands and tossed them on her vanity as she took a tissue and dabbed at the minor cut on her fingertips.
“Wednesday? Do you know who dropped these flowers off?” Enid muttered, still tending to the cuts on her fingers.
“No.” Said Wednesday.
Enid let her gaze linger on the flowers, and even though she was still disappointed by Wednesdays answer, she felt her mouth slip into a smile from the kind gesture. Enid walked over to Wednesdays side of the room and jumped into her bed without permission, wrinkling Wednesday's black covers. Enid noticed the ways Wednesdays nose twitched in annoyance at it, but her eyes remained glued to her pages she was proof reading and editing in red marker. “It was kind of sweet someone got me flowers, don't you think?” Enid asked, feeling a bubble of warmth blossom in her chest.
“No. They're probably a homicidal maniac” Said Wednesday, in typical Wednesday fashion. Enid felt her face sink into a frown. “Well, I think it was” she muttered, hopping of Wednesdays bed and going to her side of the room, her mood soured from her roommate.
The next bouquet of flowers were bigger. They were just as red- if not redder, and the thorns were neatly snipped off of the stem. Her old bouquet was starting to wilt, and Wednesday seemingly found it the best time to steal them and snip off the rose buds, happily displaying the dying stems in a vase of her own. But Enid had more, so she didn't care. And with the flowers came a note. She flipped it open, revealing something much better than the spiral notebook paper that she had expected. It was a folded card that looked nearly perfectly symmetrical, with elegant red cursive on it.
I noticed the cuts on your fingers. It'll never happen again.
And signing the note, with a flourish we're the words… Secret Admirer .
Enid actually screamed out loud at the words, beginning to spin around joyously. Wednesday groaned quietly. “Enid, what are you doing?” She muttered, only just giving Enid the time of day by turning slightly away from her typewriter. “I have a secret admirer!” Enid exclaimed, throwing herself into a pile of her stuffed animals. She popped her head out of the pile and felt the smile on her face nearly split her cheeks with how big it was. "Oh my gosh, the person getting me flowers likes me!" She cried out, nuzzling her nose into her favorite squishamllow. "I mean, they signed a note with secret admirer!" She revealed, waiting for Wednesdays reaction.
Wednesday held eye contact for maybe a few seconds.
“Well, I'm glad” Wednesday mumbled, in a voice uncharacteristically soft for her. Then she turned right back to her typewriter and kept on writing as if there was nothing better in existence. Enid snuggled further into her pile, grinning at the bouquet on her bed and the note.
Enid frowned at her flowers, gently reaching her thumb out to touch a browning petal. Wednesday set down her book against her chest, turning to look at Enid from her bed. “What are you frowning about?” She said, in an almost annoyed tone. “my flowers are dying,” said Enid, trying to turn the case and see if any flower was still as red as they were when she first got them. They were all browning.
“They're just flowers,” Wednesday grumbled, her braids splaying across her single pillow as her head shifted. “I like them!” Enid snapped, feeling anger deep into the crevices of her stomach and feeding a hunger of emotions. “I think it's really nice.” Enid immediately felt guilty after she snapped, but she didn't say anything about it. It's not like it was her fault. “Isn't it strange that this person knows where you sleep?” Wednesday inquired. Enid blinked owlishly. “Do you know who it is?” She asked, turning to Wednesday. Wednesday immediately buried her nose in her book once more, even though it was upside down. “No.” She said, but Enid knew she was lying. “Well then, it must be one of my friends!” Enid declared, beginning to finger through her hair in curiosity, a nervous habit she never got rid of. Enid's brain began to piece all she knew together, and then it clicked. Enid ran over to the card on her desk, and opened it once more. “I'll just see who's handwriting matches who's!” Enid quickly turned her head at the sharp intake of breath Wednesday sounded. “What? Do you know who it is?” Enid piped, knowing Wednesday would deny it again. “I have no idea what fool would even consider sending flowers to someone they care for. The only person I know foolish enough to do it is my own Mother,” Wednesday mutters, abandoning her book to instead climb out colorful window of their room. Seemed like Enid struck a nerve.
“Enid!” Bianca chimed. Enid quickly turned to her and all but short of ran to her, the both of them quietly squeezing into one of the schools many dead end alleys. “Did you figure it out?” Enid said in a hushed tone, practically vibrating with how excited she was. “Yes,’’Bianca breathed out, silently handing over a piece of paper. Enid took her card out of her skirt pocket with only a slightly clumsy fumble before unfolding the lined paper she was given, comparing the two handwriting. Both were messy cursive, and Enid instantly knew it was the same person. They even dotted their I's with a skull, it was adorable! “Yes!” She hissed, excitedly. She would be moments away from confronting them with their declarations of love! “They're an exact match. Who is it?” She cooed, wiggling on the soles of her feet as she looked up at Bianca. Bianca swallowed, eyes flickering from the paper to Enid. “It's Wednesday.”
“Wednesday!”
Enid screamed, slamming open the door of her dorm room. Wednesday entered through the window, her face looking a bit softer than it usually was. She must've been practicing. Enid could smell the wind on her. “What?” She said, but Enid could barely let her finish. “It was you?!” She choked out, shoving the piece of paper Bianca had given her in Wednesdays hands. “.. If you're saying I wrote these notes, then yes, it was me.” Enid shook her head, not caring about the tears wetting her face and neck. She was probably imagining the way Wednesdays eyes followed them. “No!” She said in between her quickening breaths. “I didn't think so.” Wednesday hummed, folding her note paper quietly and setting it down on her desk. “Did you do it to make fun of me, or to see how long I'd fall for it?” Enid shrieked, with a voice eerily similar to her Mother's.
“Neither” whispered Wednesday, turning her back on Enid. Somehow, that hurt more than when Wednesday looked at her. Enid felt her chest rise and fall in a pace much too quick, mirroring her palpitating heart. “Why?” sobbed out Enid, hunching over in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. Her heart aches in the sense of betrayal, feeling her pulse only quicken under the response of Wednesday.
“I did it because I have feelings for you.”
..
...
.......
Wednesday couldn't sleep again. While many times when she could not sleep she would play her cello, she thought better than to do that. She awoke to a not so quiet shifting coming from Enid's side of the room, making her stir. She rose into a sitting position as she uncrossed her arms, rubbing her eyes. As they adjusted to the Darkness, Wednesday gasped at a new addition on her desk. Carefully, she approached it. She didn't want to set off another sudden motion detected bomb that Pugsley could have sent her. Oh, but it wasn't a bomb at all.
Roses. And in the moonlight, she could clearly see their color.
Black.
Wednesday turned in disbelief, knowing there was only one person who could have done it. She met Enid's eyes. Enid smiled in a feeble, wobbly manner, and Wednesday felt herself lift from her bent position over her desk as though she was light as air. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and when she spoke, there was a stark contrast to her usually monotonous voice. “I'm a fool for you as my Mother is to my Father” she admitted. And she only hesitated for a second before she ran into Enid's arms.
I just eat it up when characters are written with symbolism like they’re a horrible self-destructive mess and yes, it’s like their hands leave scorch marks on everything they touch and oh they can only be admired from afar where it’s safe at a distance but you will be dragged into their self destruction and burn along with them if you let them too close.
Love it when writers do that.
When your ao3 fic hasn’t updated in a while: 🥲😭😢🥺😵😵💫😲🥹😔☹️😖
If anyone knows of any could you send me a fanfic where ahkmenrah from Natm comes back to life completely and has to go to high school/college preferably set in the 2000s. If not could you write one and then tag or send me the link.
HELP WHILE Ao3 IS DOWN SOME PEOPLE ARE POSTING FICS IN THE DOWNDETECTOR COMMENTS 😭😭😭
I’M SCREAMING
am i the only one that when I find a tag or head cannon that i like, i milk the shit out of it to the point in which i have to make my own scenarios since iv'e consumed all the content on any platform.
torturing my favourite babyboys to cope
just discovered that reading about my favourite characters going through extremely traumatic experiences is not a healthy coping mechanism
I remember that day clearly. *dramatic music starts playing
It was a Carmen San Diego fic. I found it after finding out what shipping was, so I was looking at this Particular ship, and behold, a wattpad fanfic shows up🫡 and then shortly after that I read a smut fic on ao3, my innocence, gone forever. Good times
OMGGG ARE YOU THAT ONE AUTHOR ON AO3?? "Younger But Still The Same Right?" I LOVE UR WORK SOOOO MUUUCHHH
A! Yes, that’s me! And tysm for your comment :3
ohhh this guy made la bebe..
If you’re talking about the fanfic and Littlespace then yes!
people who let me wake up to this get a special place in heaven. firefly_fox how does it feel to hold my life in ur hands....
The urge to write fanfiction like I got enough determination and free time is dangerously strong. Someone hold me back.
*Update* The Fic has been Completed!
Also have One shot fics posted, so feel free to check those out.
Now with a bonus after story for when you've finished Hunter/Hunted!
Chapters: 50/50 Fandom: When The Night Comes (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Finnegan Kazimir/Original Female Character(s), Hunter (When the Night Comes)/Original Character(s), Ezra Lyon/Original Female Character(s), August Willenheim & Original Female Character(s), Hunter/Finnegan Kazimir, Finnegan Kazimir/Ezra Lyon, Alkar Cassian/Omen Morningstar Characters: Finnegan Kazimir, Ezra Lyon, August Willenheim, Alkar Cassian, Omen Morningstar, Piper Meriman, Original Characters, Harold Addington, Aurora Woodridge, Armaros Woodridge Additional Tags: WTNC, Vampires, Demons, Lycans, Mystery, Romance, Witches, Magic, Supernatural - Freeform, Werewolves, Spirits, Slow Burn, Fluff, Blood and Injury, Angst, Possible Character Death, Found Family, no beta we die like men, Flashbacks, Why Do I Write At Ungodly Hours In The Morning, Canon Compliant, Guys Its 3AM, Everyone Needs A Hug, This Fic is a Long Boi Series: Part 1 of Hunter/Hunted Summary:
Before I can draw my blade, I’m pinned to the wall by a firm, cold and inherently not human arm.
“Who the hell are you?” The man growls, lips pulled back into a snarl, giving me a view of a set of sharp white fangs. If I hadn’t already picked up on his deathly pale skin, there was certainly no question as to what he was; A vampire.
— Aria Thorne, a renowned Hunter has been sent to the town of Lunaris to investigate a series of murders. Sounds easy-except it isn’t.
There’s a Vampire Clan, a Lycan and apparently a Demon in town, not to mention the small cult, which only complicates things. The evidence is slim-to-none and she’s somehow the only one qualified to figure the mess out.
On top of that she might be falling in love.
Hey nerds, I'm writing a Crimson Spires fanfic. And as far as I can tell, I'm the only one doing it. So where ya'll at?
A- Mostly- One Piece Fanfiction Collection
this is a fanfiction collection featuring the works of the Man Boob's discord server members which also feature my works as well.
~link is at the bottom~
this features platonic and romantic fics, one-shots, multi-chapters, and crossovers.
Romantic Ships featured- at this moment, the list will most definitely grow-
Roronoa Zoro/Monkey D. Luffy
Portgas D. Ace/Sabo
Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar Law
Monkey D. Luffy/Coby
Law/Luffy/Zoro
Nami/Vivi
Sanji/Luffy
Cora/Shanks
Edit: The list is longer, as while this was sitting in my drafts my fellow writer in this collection and friend Grey messaged me and was like 'you missed a few ships' then proceeded to list off a whole grocery list of ships she's written for that are now in this collection. so it's now an open to find out the rest kinda deal for both Platonic and romantic, as we've both written a lot for both.
Gen/Platonic relationships feature- again, at the moment-
Akagami Shanks & Monkey D. Luffy
Ace & Sabo & Luffy
and the strawhat crew as a whole
Crossovers featured
Onepiece/My Hero Acadamia
One Piece/Naruto
at the moment there are only two members posting their fics onto the collection, but i know more will join. which also means that more fandoms will probably be added eventually
right now, there are over 50 fics, which will also probably grow as well
Link VV
please enjoy ;D