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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Can you do a Larissa x Age regressed f! Reader? I rlly rlly like the nicknames “princess” and “dear”! Larissa is one of my biggest comfort characters and I’d like to read it when im regressed :]]

My baby| fluff

*Authors note| ahhh little r momma Isa is filling my heart with joy, making it hard to not be slipping into that headspace right now.*

Trigger warning~ sfw agere

Prompt~see ask^^

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You hadn't allowed yourself to slip for days. Truthfully, you knew you needed to let yourself slip, all the signs were there but with how busy you knew your girlfriend was you didn't feel it was fair. She needed you and she always took such amazing care of you that you truly wished to do the same back. If that meant ignoring the nagging to slip then you'd manage it. It was a struggle the past few days, Larissa not picking up on it due to all the chaos Wednesday Addams was creating. Your girlfriend would be up before the sun and you'd be lucky if she joined you in bed before you passed out in exhaustion. You knew it was affecting her too, you saw how tense her shoulders were, the way she scrunched her eyes up indicating a migraine and you had caught a few frustrated sighs falling from her lips as she sat at her desk attempting to fix yet another incident.

It was the weekend and yet again there had been an altercation involved the Addams girl, meaning you were left to your own devices after receiving multiple apologies and forehead kisses from Larissa. You didn't know how long she would take to sort this out so you decided a nap would be a great idea. You snuggled up in bed nuzzling into the older women's pillow, her scent smothered the pillow and invaded your senses. She always managed to soothe you. This time perhaps a little too much, you slipped into your little space just before sleep overcome you.

When falling asleep as a little you tend to be pulled in deeper, which is exactly what happened this time too. You awoke to the slamming for a door and the frustrated sighs of your girlfriend. You heard your name being called, yet you were unable to reply. Instead a string of babbles took the place of your words, "Babab mamamama?" You brought your tightly balled up fists to your eyes in attempt to clear the fogginess from your brain. "Momomomo?" You cried out confused, you could hear your momma but not see her. Was it a dream? It was those cries that caught the attention of Larissa and guided her to where you were.

You were curled up cuddling her pillow and sobbing, babbling incoherently, clearly in such a state it made her heart ache. How long had it been since you had slipped? She couldn't quite remember but knowing you had slipped alone caused guilt to arise. "Is that my little princess I see there" she murmured bringing you blurry eyes to hers. "Momomomom?" You whimpered before stumbling from the bed to throw yourself in her arms. "Yes dear momma is here, such a pretty little princess aren't you baby?" She cooed bringing a hand to mess with your hair, knowing how comforting you found that action to be. Your only response was to get embarrassed and hide in her neck. You loved your momma and you knew she loved you. You were her pretty princess, her baby girl and she would do anything for you, so why had to put off slipping for so long?

Unbeknownst to your little self, looking after her princess was exactly what Larissa needed. Looking after you gave her that release she so desperately needed and allowed her to lean into those natural motherly instincts she had. "I missed you dear. Are you okay there?" She murmured dropping a kiss to your cheek before moving her slender fingers to tickle your sides. You shrieked and giggled trying to squirm away from her. "Momomomo nananana" you babbled not really knowing what you were trying to say, but somehow Larissa knew exactly what you wanted. "Oh I'm so sorry princess, momma just missed those pretty giggles so much" she shot you a bright smile causing you to blush and hide your face again. "Wuv momma" was mumbled into the bed spread, where you had buried you face. "Momma loves you too dear, now how about we go and get your sippy love? And maybe we can put baby shark on? Hmm?" She suggested knowing just how much you loved that show. You shot a quick nod her way before clambering back into her arms and wrapping around her like a koala, "uppie uppie momma uppie" you giggled excitedly warning the older women's heart. "Come on then my princess" she murmured standing easily carrying your weight.

It wasn't long before you had settled in bed, snuggled up on your mommas chest, sippy cup in hand and baby shark playing on the tv. This right here and now was your safe space. One you were forever grateful to Larissa for supporting you, giving you what you so clearly needed.

Word count ~ 868

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #principal larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #Larissa cg #agere #anon request

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sharpen-your-hatchet · 7 months

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What I feel; What I do; What I want || Wenclair fic - Chapter 1

Description: "Frankly, all her life, she has felt separation between what she feels, what she does, and what she actually wants. Being royalty means there's often little room for opinion and desire [...]; Enid wonders how it'll feel to have her ingrained sense of duty be pitted against her unshackled curiosity. "

Six months past her 19th birthday - Enid, princess of The Kingdom of Nevermore, is allowed the chance to travel and explore the world as she sees fit. Unfortunately, it comes with a little caveat... in the form of some unwelcome company for protection. Cue Wednesday Addams, the only knight deemed worthy, and who is now Enid's personal thorn in her side.

Can they work together despite their differences? Or maybe fate has an entirely different plan for them altogether...

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 3150

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The Kingdom Of Nevermore. A proud nation that towers not only in size, but also in the scale of opportunity it offers those who live within it’s borders. It is a magnificent nation, both well governed yet free. Not only this, as Nevermore is also a sprawling landscape with plentiful forests, lakes, and deserts to support the livelihood of almost any race and species. Anyone is welcome – particularly those thrown from their lands by beasts and thieves, or have otherwise been outcast. It is a land of peace and prosperity; a place that anyone may call home.

Within Nevermore’s borders there are a variety of towns, cities, and outposts – all freely explorable to every citizen if they are brave enough, or can find some way to adapt themselves to the local climate!

Some of these homesteads are within the coldest depths of the darkest caves; others amongst the crashing waterfalls of the great lakes that feed every river within the land. One particularly hardy group even find themselves nestled within an expired volcano. It is a sight to see. Not only are there free citizens, but factions too: causes people may align themselves with for a greater purpose. Most are for good, and to make Nevermore stronger… but not all are quite so innocent, though this is best not dwelled on. Unfortunately, corruption and evil can leech into anywhere, and no kingdom can be perfect - but for most, Nevermore is a place to call home and feel safe.

Within the main central city there is a castle. It is a magnificent building that is surrounded by elegant gardens, that only adds to the beauty of its architecture. This castle is the ancestral home of the Nevermore Royal Family, and it is where they still reside to this day. Though there is government, the Royal Family does not rest on their laurels. They take great pride in participating in the growth and maintenance of their land. The current family consists of the queen, prince consort, a myriad of young princes, and their single daughter – Princess Enid.

Today is a special day for the Royal Family, and there is an excitable thrum throughout the castle. Hums and whispers; glances between staff… and it is all to do with the princess herself. The staff that tend the garden look upon her room – easily spotted from the large circular stain-glass window – and wonder when the princess will emerge…

Their wait will not be long. Princess Enid awakes with a summer song in her heart, pulled into the world of the waking from a slither of sunlight piercing the curtains of her study. With a slight twinge in her neck, she groans as she shakes herself awake. Asleep at her desk again, it would seem… With an ancient Nevermorian text acting as her pillow. She must rush to her bed quick before the servants find her like this again. With sleep in her eyes, she stumbles through the short hall connecting the private study to her bedroom, tugging off her slept-in day clothes, before slipping into the relaxing coldness of her bed.

They will never know. She will play the neck ache as a training accident. Genius.

As if on cue, a servant quietly enters the room, a fond but restrained smile on his lips. He carries a tray over to the bed, his smile widening as he catches the sparkle within Enid’s eyes. Placing the tray down on her lap, he steps back then and awaits her commentary.

Enid shuffles one of her plush animals before looking down. It is a decadent array of fruits, some meats, breads, and tea. Delicious no doubt – but excessive. “Quite the platter this morning.” She muses, quirking her brow as she looks amusedly to the servant.

“Ah yes...well, you will not experience such decadence out there in the wild,” He replies, his tone playful but warm. “The kitchen thought it well you have a good hearty meal for your big day.”

Enid takes some of the meat – a sliced ham of sorts – and places it upon some bread before taking a bite. It is savoury and frankly, to die for. She is thankful for the effort, even if she thinks it unnecessary. She must remember to thank the kitchen staff before it’s too late. She grins at the servant “It’s wonderful! Though, definitely too much.”

The servant dips his head, shrugging. “I tried to tell them.”

“Well, I shall tell them myself once I am dressed.”

“Of course. I shall leave you to run your morning, princess.”

The servant smiles and leaves promptly. Enid eats some more of her breakfast platter but finds the excited flutter in her stomach too much. She simply cannot fill up on food when her insides hold too much anticipation...For today is the day.

Today. Is. The. Day!!!

The day she gets her freedom.

It is in all the governing texts – Upon six months passing a princess or prince’s 19th year, they are granted the freedom to discover and explore the lands as they wish. A journey of discovery, or thereabouts. The truth of it is that this exploration is a catalyst. The Royal Family were historically outcasts themselves: werewolves, purged from their lands. Now that the times have changed and they no longer fend amongst the wilderness, a large life-changing journey is necessary to bring forth their ability to shift. It is something Enid has looked forward to tremendously. Not so much for her abilities, but moreso knowing there is so much knowledge, wisdom, and so many stories to be found within this great land of theirs. She can only study books so much before wanting to see the world herself…If her wolf decides to show, that is only an additional benefit.

And now, the date is finally upon her. It has been the longest six months of her life.

Enid scrambles from her bed, eager to start the day. Oh she cannot wait for midday to strike; to be finally leaving the castle walls via the quiet back passages, where she and her trusty steed may gallop into their new adventure. No grand displays, no crowds pouring at her feet for just a glimpse, just her and the endless possibilities of what she’ll discover. She will prove herself a scholar finally – a reporter of the wonders of the land. She’s going to write a compendium. Something both factual and mystical to make her readers crave more!

It’s so close. She can almost taste it.

Enid dances around her room. She hums a tune as she dresses and prepares herself. Her clothing is simple yet refined, paired with a light armour set – handmade by the royal armoury. It is a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Agile, yet strong. It is quite unlike her regular garb; less elegant, but certainly more practical. Her father will be pleased! Her mother less so… though she is not fond of this adventure regardless. Enid falters for a moment but lets the thought pass.

Glancing in the mirror, Enid feels a world away from the princess she has been for the last 19 years of her life. It is thrilling, captivating even! She feels like herself and yet not at all. How exciting.

Briefly, she returns to her study, scrambling to pack away all her precious stationary. Paper, ink, writing quills, pencil lead, and charcoal - she considers more, but all this alongside the few books she is bringing to read, there is little room for more lest she wishes to break her back with the weight. Prioritising is key… but how does one prioritise when all you have known is luxury? Enid scowls at her belongings. Everything is important, and yet somehow forgettable. She thinks it best she not doubt her decisions because there’s always a solution if she’s wrong!

(There isn’t the time for doubt, regardless.)

She traipses back into the main bedroom, having little else to do considering her small pack of essentials has been prepared since a week prior – and then double, tripled checked.

There is perhaps one thing missing, however.

Enid approaches her bed once more. She glances at the array of – perhaps excessive – plush animals. Comfort items… something she should likely not use any more, considering she is an adult, not to mention potentially a queen in the future. But she cannot help herself, for there is a childlike warmth that exists in her heart when those soft and familiar shapes cuddle against her during the dark and cold nights. No one will notice if a small one went along with her… She picks up one of them – a plush depiction of a unicorn – and tucks it amongst the other items within her packed bag.

Despite the land of Nevermore being full of mystical and magical beings, many believe the unicorn to be a myth. Enid intends to prove them wrong. Something so majestic and widely reported surely cannot be false.

At least, that’s what her gut tells her… She’ll find out, one way or another. It’ll make a great report for her compendium!

“Still sneaking around with your childhood toys?” Comes a soft, quiet voice, laughing slightly.

Enid jumps, having not noticed her father quietly sidle in whilst she had packed the unicorn away. She turns to him with a meek smile. Of course she had to get caught out. “Well…” She starts, a faux-innocent grin spreading across her cheeks. “I just need a companion, is all. Something to keep me safe.”

Her father looks at her fondly. He approaches and cups the back of her head as he leans to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “Oh, my Enid…” He sighs wistfully.

Her father’s hands are warm and feel like home. Despite her excitement, Enid feels the slight prick of tears, and she finds herself faltering once more… But it took too much to get here, and there is too much she has prepared for to even consider doubting her choice. She cannot consider any other possibility. Especially not now. Though perhaps a few tears for the sake of missing her Father is not a terrible thing.

“Going to miss me, hm?” She asks, distracting from her tears, and pulling her father into a hug. She presses her wet eyes into his shirt… hopefully he will not notice until he is gone.

“Of course… but this journey is important.”

“Exactly, even if mother almost put a stop to it.”

Her father lets out an indignant hum and pulls away. He looks Enid in the eye, and she feels a slight anxious twinge. She knows that grave look… Why did she have to say that? Ugh.

“Do not bring your mother into this.” Her father scolds. “She had her reasons… Fortunately, she eventually saw sense, but do not tempt fate, Enid.”

Enid nods, feeling suddenly bashful. She drops her father’s gaze. “Will mother be seeing me off?”

Her father turns quiet.

… Of course. She should have expected this.

If anything, it only solidifies her choice. She will likely not experience such freedom otherwise. She must take this chance and run with it. It does not stop the grumble of disappointment at knowing her mother’s less than warm reception, but she knows that within a few days it’ll be at the back of her mind, as she makes her way to greener pastures. Metaphorically speaking of course, as there is little pastures greener than the ones of the castle grounds. Emotionally greener pastures, perhaps, where she can escape the incessant need to be ‘good enough’ for her mother’s approval.

Frankly, all her life, she has felt separation between what she feels, what she does, and what she actually wants. Being royalty means there's often little room for opinion and desire – instead it is replaced with the wants of her parents instead, her mother specifically. Enid wonders how it'll feel to have her ingrained sense of duty be pitted against her unshackled curiosity. She hopes it will feel like a divine choosing of her own fate... And if not that, perhaps at least the weight on her shoulders to choose 'correctly' will err more in her favour, and her mother’s voice will not linger in her ear like a wicked siren song.

Sigh. She wishes her mother’s approval did not mean so much. It shouldn’t… and hopefully soon, it will mean almost nothing.

Enid takes in a deep breath. She must calm her own thoughts. She offers her father a half-hearted smile. “It’s okay. As long as you’re there.”

Her father’s expression warms. “Always,” He confirms, ruffling Enid’s hair slightly. “Now finish up getting ready, it isn’t long to go.”

Enid feels a smile tug back onto her lips, her energy and excitement revived. She nods and hugs her father again before he trundles out of the room, calling the servants to collect Enid’s things. As expected, a few servants enter moments later and collect Enid’s belongings before offering curt bows of their heads. Enid smiles in return, and wordlessly they disappear into the castle hallways. Efficient as always. The door shuts behind them and Enid is then left to her thoughts. Now her father is gone, they whir faster than ever, to the point she can hardly grasp them before another takes its place.

She is excited – that much has been established. Scared perhaps, too. Curious no doubt, and yet perhaps apprehensive at mingling with people who have only known her through paintings, books, and scrolls. It is a high pedestal to be on – that is, being a princess – and she can only hope people will cast aside their judgement of her bubbly, bright, curated exterior, and see that she is a person of substance with a lot to offer beyond her royal ties. People cannot be so shallow, surely?

Hm. She will find out soon enough.

Her eyes cast towards the clock above her dressing table. The time reads 11:30 – much later than she had expected! It really is nearly time!

Enid takes a breath, quickly taking a final scan of her beloved room before making her way out. With a pep in her step, Enid trails through the castle, greeting and smiling at every member of staff she can. She, of course, takes a quick detour to the kitchen to thank the cooks for her breakfast, before heading towards the stables around the back of the castle grounds. It is a short walk and she arrives ten minutes later to a small sending-off party, headed by her father who beams at her proudly. Enid feels her heart swell with happiness and she once again feels affirmed in this choice. She is so ready for this.

Enid goes to approach her horse – a beautiful white stallion named Sol – when her father gently guides her away for a private talk. He smiles at first, but it is empty and his expression soon pales, smile fading as it is replaced by what appears to be guilt. Enid’s stomach drops.

“Your mother and I talked.” He says stiffly.

Oh.

Enid replies with silence, staring up at him with a confused frown.

“She-… We think it would be best if you took a companion with you on your travels. To keep you safe.”

How convenient.

A companion? Seriously?! Six months of waiting, and training, and learning how to handle herself in the great wilderness… and she is now to take a companion!?! And to be dropped with this information right before her send off! Enid feels her face twitch, a stubborn scowl tugging at her eyebrows. This is unfair – more than unfair, this is an interruption of her birthright!

Perhaps the idea would’ve been loved by her had she been given the freedom to choose her travel partner – better yet, gotten to train with them… but no. Her “freedom” now suddenly hinges on the allowance of some likely brutish knight following her every move. The thought alone fills her with dread.

Enid’s mouth trembles as she tries to form words. How degrading it is that her mother disapproves of this journey and yet must dip her influential hand into it regardless. So much for freedom.

“Father-” Enid starts, only to be cut off harshly. She knows her Father’s pale heart cannot handle such a disagreement, and she can see his heart break as he asserts himself.

“No, Enid. I cannot let your mother – The queen – be disappointed. She is the ruler of us all, even me,” He sighs.

Enid grumbles. Frankly,it’s pointless to argue. “Who is it?”

Her father breathes out and calms himself. Expression brightening, he then places an encouraging hand on Enid’s shoulder before using it to spin her around. Her points with his free hand. “Her.”

… Her?

A...female knight?

At least, that’s what it appears to be. Knight’s armour and garb – though, unusually, a dark black as opposed to their usual royal blue – adorns the small frame of a woman who lurks in the shadow of the stables. Her neat uniform paired with her immaculately braided hair blends in with the dark wood, only really becoming visible when her head tilts upwards to show off the pale skin of her face. But it is not her skin nor her outfit that strikes Enid the most. It is her eyes. Intense, unwavering; a glare that sends a shiver down her spine. It is an inscrutable expression – one that has Enid wondering about this mystery knight. Despite being petite, she appears deadly regardless.

Enid feels herself struck. She simply cannot pull her gaze away.

Upon noticing their staring, the knight walks over with a stiff, but upright posture. She offers no greeting except the slight nod of her head. There’s no smile, barely even the twitch of her brow as she looks upon Enid. This is not a royal knight of which Enid is familiar… though considering the size of their forces, it is perhaps silly of her to think she would know them all.

“Enid,” Her father says with a hopeful tone. “This is Wednesday. She is a knight of a special calibre. She will be joining you for your journey.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Enid offers, holding her hand out. This turn of events is still most highly disappointing, but really she can only make the best of it. It isn’t as though she has much choice… in any case, this knight has certainly caught her attention. Maybe once the shock wears off she’ll feel differently.

But for now, Enid feels that maybe this won’t be the worst thing in the world.

Wednesday glares at her. She glances at Enid’s outstretched hand. “We’re leaving now.” Wednesday grunts, disregarding Enid and turning away. She heads back to the stables with a turn of her heel. Not an ounce of emotion seems to pass her.

Ah.

Enid suddenly feels she may have been very, very wrong.

#Wenclair #Wednesday x Enid #Enid x Wednesday #fanfic #Fantasy AU #Zelda inspired #Slow burn #enemies to friends to lover

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rachelsfav-queer · 5 months

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Wednesday eating out Yoko under the desk while she’s playing her games and talking to Divina and Bianca 🤭🤭🤭 You know Addams has a wicked tongue and the way Yoko is trying to keep her composure is killing her 🤭🤭🤭

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Addams tongue game is wicked you just know

Yoko probably came up with the idea thinking it’d be a nice punishment for Wednesday cause she’s total pillow princess but now she can barely hold in her moans and the others are yelling at her cause they keep having to revive her lol

Y’know what makes it even better though? Enid hears everything from the other room and decides to sneak in and stand behind Yoko and start groping her boobs. She starts off gentle and gets rougher over time, pinching and twisting her nipples.

Eventually, Yoko has enough and just shuts her game off and drags her girlfriends to their bedroom and just begs them to fuck her unconscious, which her girlfriends happily oblige 🥰

#anon ask #ask answered #vampravenwolf #18+ only #18+ content

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ronanception · 1 year

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Something something Nancy and Mike are from Karens first marriage to a strange man(name unknown) and he always seemed a little on edge with the kids(she catches him putting them in with the laundry and says he was just giving them a bath, does nothing to stop Nancy from putting a pillow over her baby brothers face) but Karen draws the line when she walks into the backyard and Nancy is holding Mike over a woodchipper and he's just standing there and laughing like it's all in good fun.

She divorces him and marries Ted shortly after. Due to child endangerment, their father is not allowed back in their lives. Nancy and Mike still have these... odd tendencies, but Nancy realizes they shouldn't be doing things like adding a little bleach to their cherry Kool-aid(it tickles their tummies and makes them giggly). She begins cataloguing appropriate behaviors and inappropriate behaviors by going to Barbs house(Barb thinks Nancy hung the moon and stars in the sky and thinks she's just a little quirky) and emulating her. She teaches Mike that he has to do these things too, but he doesn't want to listen.

Karen has a mental breakdown after she sees him performing self surgery so that he can get a better look at his stomach on the kitchen island. Dustin told him that if he swallowed gum it would stay in his stomach for a hundred years, and he's swallowed a lot of gum and needs to know the truth. After Nancy gives her mom one too many of her 'happy pills' she actually bludgeons Mike with a rolling pin until the kitchen is full of blood and brain matter, making him clean up the mess when he wakes back up.

He listens to her about acting 'normal' after that.

Nancy still supervises his first DnD sessions to make sure he's adhering to their carefully constructed facade of normalcy, even stooping to dress up as an elven princess for them.

By Sophomore year, Nancy has perfected her mask of normalcy, and is thrown off when Michael runs into her room one night, 'yelling' in a hushed tone that he thinks he might have found a girl. A girl 'like them'.

The poor thing is scared out of her mind, unable to even talk, and Nancy tells Mike he can keep her in the basement for one night while she figures something out. She's achieving an important Very Normal teenage milestone that night after all, losing her virginity to Steve Harrington.

something something, events of seasons 1-4 happen but with this au twist changing some things.

Not long after arriving at Emerson, Nancy receives a letter addressed to her in exquisite calligraphy (was this written in blood?) Letting her know that one of her distant cousins from her fathers side of the family is coming to stay with her and will also be attending classes at Emerson. Also enclosed is a check for an obscene amount of money along with the keys to a Cadillac. There's a knock at the door of the townhouse she had rented using government money and she opens it to reveal the strangest girl she's ever seen.

"Hello, I see you've received my fathers letter. I am glad you have offered your..." the girl peers around Nancy's shoulder, "Humble home as my accommodations while I attend college." Nancy is just standing there with her mouth open, confused as hell.

"We've never met. My name is Wednesday, Wednesday Addams."

#this is absolutely ripped from a fic I read a long time ago #but anyways I doubt i'll ever actually write anything beyond this #but if it gives anyone brain worms

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Darcy Aoratos Application;

Name: Darcy Morrigan Aoratos.

Known Aliases: Darcy Tremaine-Westergaard, Princess of the underworld, Princess of the Underground, Lady of the Underground, Darcy of Andalasia, Princess Darcy of Andalasia, The Surgeon, the Mortician, Lady of the underworld, and Lady of Darkness.

Nicknames or Other: Goth Queen, Killer Queen, Darc, Dar, Lavender, Dar-Dar, Doodles, Inky, Da Vinici, Wednesday Addams, Goth Van Gogh, Obsidian, Bats, Death Breath, Ghost Queen, Ghost Queen Bee, Skully, Death Queen, Death girl, , Zombie girl, Lady of Darkness, Debbie Downer, Witch Girl, Cursed Child, Vampire girl, paint stain, Miss Spooks, Creeps, my love, my life, my Queen, Snark Queen, Sarcassa, Mistress of All Things Spooky, and Cryptora.

And I thought Hadie had stupid nicknames--

Darcy no throwing knives until after the application is done.

Agh, fine.

Date of Birth or Best Guess: November 2nd.

Place of Birth: The isle of the damned lost.

Favorite Color: Black like my heart.

You keep a picture of Luke under your pillow-

SHUT UP AND STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!

Ha.

Favorite Activity: Drawing, Painting. Anything artsy.

Favorite School Subject: Artists and Thieves.

Real original.

Oh shut up Mr 'Kidnapping, death threats, and how to kill someone 101'.

Father's Name (or alias): Hades.

Mother's Name (or alias): Queen Narissa.

Father's Profession: God of fhe underworld and of the dead.

Mother's Profession: Queen of the Underworld Goddess of the dead, life, grain, spring, nature and destruction.

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer.

This is a stupid question but Hannah.

As if we'd choose anyone else.

....

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer.

Because I am a demigoddess, royalty, and a mostly innocent child who doesn't belong here.

*snorts* innocent my--

And because I want my younger siblings to grow up around flowers and not trash. I want them to not die before they become immortal.

Don't we all?

And because I want to be free. We deserve to be free.

Signature:

Princess Darcy Morrigan Aoratos of the underworld, Andalasia, and the isle.

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marvelfilth · 2 years

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M A S T E R L I S T

♥️ - smut 💛- fluff 💔 - angst

Natasha Romanoff

Jealous girl ♥️

A friend in need is a friend indeed ♥️

Heaven in hiding ♥️💔

Patience is a virtue ♥️

Let's run away 💛

The mustache 💛

Her idiot 💛

Family dinner 💛

Wanda Maximoff

The Witches Trap Part 2 Part 3

Let the world burn ♥️

Used ♥️💔

WandaNat

Professional help ♥️

Need ♥️

Sweet dreams ♥️

Torn ♥️

WandaCarolNat

Perks of the job Part 2 ♥️

Avengers

Owned Part 2 Part 3 ♥️

Jessica Jones

Shut up and listen 💛

Sam Carpenter

Off the deep end Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 ♥️

Jealousy ♥️

Hold me close and don't let go 💔

First time mom Sam headcanons 💛

Sam with taller Reader 💛

Sam with Prescott!Reader 💛

NSFW drabble ♥️

NSFW drabble 2 ♥️

Tara Carpenter

🎥 girl Part 2 Headcanons ♥️

Angel ♥️

Infidelity drabble ♥️

Dookie the Matchmaker drabble 💛

Pillow princess Tara headcanons ♥️

My girls ♥️

Amber Freeman

Infidelity drabble ♥️

My girls ♥️

Jenna Ortega

Break your heart in two 💔

Just to be clear 💛

Scarlett Johansson

All the things she said ♥️

Wednesday Addams

Wisdom teeth 💛

Little death ♥️

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 7 years

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Only a Little Anxiety

When Patton hears the soft footsteps approaching his room, all he does is offer a little smile into the book he was reading. He doesn’t say anything, knowing that Virgil will know where to go automatically. Sure enough, he moves into the back of the room, where a pillow fort is set up, complete with soft blankets and stuffed animals.

Virgil had come into Patton’s room one day, sniffling and shaking. Patton, in an effort to cheer Virgil up, had suggested they make an impenetrable fortress, and Virgil seemed to appreciate the distraction. They had made it tall enough that they could fit a small chair and sit in it if they really wanted to. Virgil just seemed happy to sit in it and hug one of the stuffed animals, though.

Patton had to leave for a minute to answer Logan’s calls for him, something about proving Roman wrong, and when he had come back, Virgil was asleep. He was sprawled across the pillows, snuggling the same stuffed animal, a little Eeyore, close to his face. Patton had to physically hold back a squeal as he picked up a stray blanket and covered Virgil with it.

About an hour later, Virgil had woken up, but when Patton went to speak with him, all he got was monosyllabic answers in the softest voice Patton had ever heard Virgil use.

More than a little lost, Patton had looked around until he spied a coloring book and some crayons, and passed them to Virgil, who seemed happy enough to take them and keep himself occupied.

The whole time Virgil was coloring, Patton tried to continue what he was reading before, but he kept sending glances over to the other aspect. He didn’t know what was going on, if something had happened, if Thomas was in danger and they didn’t know it and Virgil had just...shut down. Patton struggled to keep himself calm, and eventually Virgil had looked up, seemed to realize where he was, silently close the coloring book and put all the crayons back in their box, stashed them and the Eeyore in the blanket fort, mumbled a thanks to Patton, and left.

Virgil came in pretty frequently now, and Patton didn’t mind a bit. It could be a little secret, just between the two of them. If Virgil needed time to calm down somewhere besides his own room, Patton was willing to help.

Logan heard the approaching footsteps long before the door to his room opened and Virgil slunk in. Logan looked up at the aspect, and, finding his posture turned inward and his eyes downcast, concluded that he was in another state of regression. He put the notebook he was writing in down and said, “Hello, Virgil. Is there anything you’d like to do today?”

Sometimes Virgil had an idea he’d like to follow through with, sometimes he didn’t. Today seemed to be the latter, as Virgil shook his head and shrugged. “Hoped you’d have something. Couldn’t sleep.”

Logan nodded and wracked his brain for something to do to keep Virgil occupied, but would also be a learning experience. When Virgil regressed in his room he mostly would watch cartoons or other children’s shows, which rarely proved educational besides teaching the morality of right and wrong. Therefore, Logan saw it as his duty to improve Virgil’s knowledge during his periods of regression. It certainly didn’t have anything to do with the way Virgil’s eyes got wide whenever they did a science experiment. Nope. Nothing to do with that at all.

“I think I may have an idea,” Logan said with a smile. “Allow me to clear my desk.”

He moved the notebook and the few books currently occupying his desk away, and looked around, finding a beaker and a pipette. “We will need some salt, food coloring, and water from the kitchen, if you don’t mind coming with me?”

Virgil followed him out of the room somewhat nervously, but they didn’t run into Patton or Roman on the way too or back from the kitchen. For that, Logan was glad. He wasn’t sure if he could properly explain Virgil’s regression to the others, and he highly doubted that they knew.

Once back in Logan’s room, they set out the materials for their experiment: five glasses of water, some salt, food coloring, the pipette, and the beaker. “Ready?” Logan asked Virgil.

Virgil eagerly nodded. Together, they mixed different amounts of salt into the different glasses of water, and added food coloring to each of them. Purple to the glass with the most salt, blue to the next, green to the one after that, then yellow, then red.

“Allow me to do the next part,” Logan told Virgil, and Virgil nodded seriously, watching as Logan took the pipette and moved a small amount of water from the purple glass to the beaker. Then from the blue glass to the beaker. Virgil gasped as he realized that the blue water wasn’t mixing with the purple, and watched with awe as the green floated on the blue, and the yellow on the green, and the red on the yellow, until when Logan moved his desk lamp so the beaker cast a shadow on the wall, they had a rainbow of water.

Logan was pleased that Virgil liked his little experiment and sat on his bed, patting the mattress next to him for Virgil to join him. “Do you want to know how that is possible?” he asked.

Virgil nodded and Logan delved into his explanation, pleased to have the undivided attention of someone who wanted to learn. He always wanted to impart new knowledge.

When the door opened to Roman’s room and he was in the middle of singing the entirety of Disney songs that he had ever been able to find and burn onto CD, he was about to snap at whoever had entered that he was busy when he turned around and saw that it was Virgil, taking up as little room as possible but watching Roman with interest.

Roman turned off the CD, closing the door behind Virgil and turning to him. “Well, now, here we are again. Are you feeling all right?”

At Virgil’s nod, Roman let out a quiet but relieved sigh. He didn’t know what caused Virgil to get in this state, but he never wanted it to be because Virgil got hurt in one way or another, and always saw to it that his well-being was okay before delving into any activities.

“Well then, what brings you here today, Wednesday Addams?” Roman asked.

“I wanna hear a story,” Virgil said simply, plopping himself down promptly onto Roman’s bed.

“Then a story you shall hear!” Roman said, pleased. He always liked telling stories to someone who was willing to listen, he loved an audience, and Virgil in this state was the most attentive audience there was!

He started telling a tale of dragons and princesses, and the gallant prince who went out to save all the princesses, princes, and royalty in general he could from the evil dragons, who had formed a pact to steal all of the royalty from the world.

Virgil was enraptured with Roman’s movements around the room, swinging his arms whenever he needed to make a point. He gasped as Roman reached the climax of the story and it looked like all was lost, until the royal prince slayed the dragon and freed the last prince from his prison. Virgil grinned when the story ended, though predictably he didn’t ask for another. He rarely, if ever, requested a second story, and it was never immediately after the first.

Instead, Virgil looked through Roman’s CDs and Roman sat down on the bed next to him, looking at what Virgil was making his choice of performance tonight. Roman always made sure to keep the songs with the naughty words off his nightstand so that if Virgil came in, he didn’t select one of them and Roman wouldn’t have to cuss in front of someone who was essentially a child.

When Virgil settled on Mulan Roman almost did a dance. He loved to sing Mulan, and when Virgil was like this he generally sang too, though quietly. They could have a duet or two if they really tried, and Roman couldn’t wait to hear Virgil sing I’ll Make a Man Out of You. He was tempted to record it for posterity, but he didn’t want to chance the others getting a hold of it. After all, Virgil entrusted him with this secret and Roman wasn’t about to break that trust for anything in the world.

“Now, then, are you ready?” Roman asked, putting the CD into its player.

Virgil nodded eagerly and Roman, with a grin to himself, started up the first song.

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