#max is eurydice

[valyrfia]

wdym max is eurydice... charles wins the championship and is happy for a moment but then he looks back and max is gonna retire??? im sick to my stomach rn im gonna throw up.

anon I hope you know this ask has waged psychological warfare on me for days. The entire concept of Charles looking behind after he's reached a championship, only to find Max leaving him alone in F1.........my god.

[thewholediamondsky]

Me automatically when any couple and/or ship is introduced into a show: Ok, in a Hadestown AU, which one of then would be the "Orpheus" and wich one would be the "Eurydice"?

[jgthirlwell]

03.10.25 North/South Consonance, conducted by Max Lifchitz, performed at Christ & St Stephen’s Church on 69th st in Manhattan as part of their 2024-25 Concert Season. The program consisted of works by female composers, including Diane Bianchi, Eurydice V. Osterman and Sheli Nan, with the program culminating in a soaring, dark cinematic work by Italian composer Barbara Rettagliati entitled "Aghi"

[precious-side-character]

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Idk if anyone's thought of it,, but hear me out: aftermath of 305 minus Elevator Max - but instead, Orpheus and Eurydice inspired .

(TLDR for people who don't know what I'm talking about; Orpheus and Eurydice in love, Eurydice gets bitten by snake and die, Orpheus goes to the Underworld - and he's allowed to bring Eurydice back to the living, if he doesn't look back . A test of their love)

I mainly got this from Tobias Forge's Lucifer and Lucia.... (Link to YT)

[102ki]

now that zag has fucked than everybody is commenting on how unexpected that is and its like why did none of you care when he fucked meg

[eurydices-carnation]

Painted another layer on the jacket and now I'm watching npmd (once again combining special interest and hyperfixation)

[rambling-red-wizard]

I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

[sleepinginsome]

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[miles-fairchild-trust]

Eurydice design (I JUST NEED TO FIND A WAY TO DESIGN ORPHEUS WHICH IS GONNA BE HARD CAUSE I HAVE NO CONCEPTS FOR HIM HELP)

[valyrfia]

i wanna know the max is eurydice agenda in detail please please

A lot of people like to slap Charles with the Eurydice label because I guess that Charles gets feminised/assigned the damsel role in fanon a lot more often (which is a whole other can of worms). But fundamentally, Max is the living representation of the thing (the WDC) that Charles would go to hell and back for. Charles has been chasing Max his entire life, it's not inconceivable he chase him into the underworld.

Charles is also very Orpheus coded, (he shows you the way the world could be in spite of the way that it is).

[ladykailitha]

One in a Million

Welcome to fic three in my 1 million words in the Steddie fandom. This week has been so amazing!

Summary: Sequel to Oh, For a Muse of Fire! Steve is still painting the most beautiful works but still is struggling with coming out as Eddie's husband and that it's okay to sell his artwork and still be a teacher. Eddie comes up with a solution that will help Steve with both. A gallery opening and silent auction where all the proceeds go to charity. Steve might just learn that he's one in a million.

~

Eddie walked into his husband’s studio and shook his head ruefully. He knew that Steve had always wanted to be an art teacher, but these works deserved to be in museums and art galleries not languishing in a studio in Upper Manhattan.

The band was on their third album and while Steve had done the cover art for all their albums none of them had been credited to him. And other that that interview with Max Mayfield, Steve hadn’t been brought up since.

Some of the more eagle-eyed fans had spotted Steve and connected the figure with the Max Mayfield interview, but everyone had been super respectful about his privacy.

So far.

He wandered through the stacks and piles of canvases of art in various stages of completion until he found what he was looking for.

Steve Harrington. His beautiful husband. He was in a dirty, old t-shirt and raggedy jeans with an apron over top. His feet were bare as he was hunched over a painting that when it was completed would be Orpheus and Eurydice on the stair.

As he got closer, a grin spread out over Eddie’s face. Orpheus had honey colored hair that brushed just above his shoulders and Eurydice had long, dark curls.

“You are absolutely the biggest sap,” Eddie whispered into Steve’s ear.

Steve leaned back into Eddie’s chest and then tilted his head back to look him in the eye. “Says the man who wrote an entire album about how much he loves me.”

“Don’t tell the band that,” Eddie said with a chuckle, “they’re all ready think I was too much of a sap writing Thorns & Thistles about you. They would absolutely throw hands if they new the third album was all about you.”

Steve sat up and rubbed his hands together. “I wonder what I could get for my silence!”

Eddie shoved him off the stool, Steve landing on the floor with a thud and a laugh. “Like I wouldn’t already give you the moon if you asked, asshole.”

He reached down to help Steve back to his feet and Steve gave him a peck on the cheek. He settled back down on the stool.

“It looks good, babe,” Eddie said earnestly. “I’ve noticed you’ve been on a Greek myth kick lately, what prompted that?”

Steve shrugged. “I was looking at the piece I did of you and was reminded that it was supposed to be Psyche coming to Eros while he was asleep. And that spawned the weaving battle between Arachne and Athena, which lead to lead to the kidnapping of Persephone, which lead to this...”

“I really liked the Arachne one,” he replied with a grin. “I liked how it showed her fear changing her into a spider. I bet it would sell well too.”

Steve sighed and swung around to face Eddie. “You know I don’t want to sell my artwork, Eds. I don’t know why you keep insisting I do.”

Eddie took his face in his hands. “Because people deserve to see your work and not just at some dinky university showing either. I know you think it will interfere with your teaching. But that’s only if you take commissions, which you don’t have to. You can have Robin be your agent even. She would love that. You put your work in a gallery and if people want to buy it they go through her and presto, you sell your art and you still get to teach.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Steve huffed closing his eyes.

“Because it is,” Eddie kissed him deeply. “I assure you there are several art teachers out there selling their work. I bet that’s how they can still be teachers. They don’t have rich rockstar husbands to make sure they have everything they could ever desire, like a kilo of phthalo green paint.”

Steve opened his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. “I guess I never really thought of it that way.”

Eddie kissed his lips and then his forehead, both cheeks and then finally his nose.

“I actually have been putting some serious thought in this,” he purred. “I know you’ve been wanting to come out as partners to the public but didn’t want to do a red carpet event.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, “I think all the cameras would make me freak out, if I’m honest.”

Eddie nodded. It was the one thing that Steve couldn’t get over. The constant barrage of flashing in his face. Especially with his trauma regarding his scars.

“So why don’t we have an auction selling off some of your works,” he suggested. “You can debut being my partner, you get to clear out some of your studio, and there won’t be any pictures taken. The bonus is that the money goes to a couple of good charities.”

Steve blinked at him for a moment. “Charity you say?”

Eddie grinned. He knew that would be the real hook for him. Whatever else Steve was, he loved giving what he had to others.

“Yeah, babe,” he confirmed. “Youth music programs country-wide.”

Steve’s lip quivered and he chomped down on it to make it stop. He hung his head between Eddie’s hands and Eddie wrapped him up in a tight hug.

“Will I get to pick out fancy clothes?” he whispered, shyly.

Eddie wanted to throw his head back and laugh, but to Steve this was no laughing matter. He could tease him for it later, but now? It was an honest question.

“Black tie, by invitation only,” he confirmed sternly. He had the biggest smile on his face. He couldn’t help it. He was so in love with this man. Even with their very rocky start, he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

Steve lifted his head to look Eddie in the eyes. “Yeah, okay. I don’t trust myself, but I trust you and I trust Robin.”

Eddie kissed him soundly. “That’s a really big thing to admit, I think Dr. Owens would be proud of that one.”

Steve snorted. With Eddie making rockstar money, he got Steve into proper therapy. How to manage his panic attacks, what to do when he does get them, how to identify triggers and how to avoid them.

It was one of the reasons Steve was doing so well. He was getting the help he needed. Eddie also had sessions with a different therapist to make sure there weren’t any lingering feelings over the broken jaw incident. He wanted to be the best boyfriend Steve ever had, bar none.

Which was why he was pushing this, if he was honest. He knew Steve had thought he had gone as far as he could, but both Eddie and Dr. Owens knew that he just needed permission to color outside the lines once in awhile. And this charity auction was certainly help in that regard.

He looked around the room and licked his lips slowly. “Why don’t we do a theme so that you don’t have to feel like you’re choosing your favorites out of your children?”

“Max.”

Eddie burst out laughing. Yeah, okay. That was fair. Out of all of Steve’s ‘kids’, Max was definitely Steve’s favorite. Dustin probably came in close second, but Max wasn’t as pushy as he was.

Eddie had met all of the Party as they called themselves. Dustin and Will he had met before, but he was introduced to Mike and Lucas, too. And those two brought the ladies, Max, Ellie, and Erica. Well, Ellie was technically Hopper’s adopted daughter, so that was brought into the mix.

His life had been very chaotic for a bit there. But thanks Murray’s quick thinking everything had smoothed out quite nicely.

“What’s the theme then?” Steve asked when Eddie finally caught his breath.

“I figure you’ve got a least a dozen or so myth related paintings,” he pointed out. “Greek, Nordic, Egyptian, and a couple others thrown in there fun, we can sell those.”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he thought about it. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

Eddie jumped up and down, whooping and cheering.

“Yes!”

~

Steve stood next to the painting that started it all. Eddie had convinced him to do a showing of his other works as well as the auction. There were two distinct rooms that were separated by the main hall where the reception and auction would be held.

There were drinks being served as guests admired the artwork and decided what they wanted to bid on.

There were already a couple people who had tried to bully Eddie into telling them who the artist was so that they could then bully them about selling a painting from the gallery room.

Eddie stymied them all. He refused to budge on the matter. The paintings that would be sold would only be done so through the auction. And the artist would be revealed at the reception.

Steve was grateful that Eddie was handling it all as he had been close to a panic attack at least twice. But all of their friends were here.

Including Diamond and his wife Amethyst. Steve was really excited to see them, as he hadn’t since the wedding reception two years ago.

All that to say that he was nervous as hell.

Steve looked up at the painting that was supposed to be Eros asleep, but it was more like Eros beckoning the viewer to come closer with a debauched stare.

It was that very stare that had him enthralled from the very beginning. God, he loved Eddie. He let out a shuddering breath.

“I must say this Steve fellow is quite the talented artist,” said a deep rumbling voice next to him who caused him start.

Steve looked over to see a tall older gentleman in a neat brown suit with a trimmed goatee and round glasses.

He stuck out among the other guests who were dressed to the nines in tuxes and tailored suits and beautiful dresses.

He reminded Steve of his ethics professor.

“I understand it’s just a hobby for him,” he said instead of asking who he was. He brought his drink to his lips to hide his smile.

The man looked at Steve directly. He had startling blue eyes and a wicked smile. “And I hear he teaches middle school students, that hardly makes painting a hobby, wouldn’t you agree?”

Steve burst out laughing. “You’ve got me there. No, that doesn’t sound like a hobby to me.”

“I’m René Benoit,” he said reaching out his hand. “I’m the curator and owner of the gallery.”

Steve shook his hand. That explained the lack of formal attire then. “It’s nice to meet you.” He turned back to his painting, admiring his husband in all his glory.

“Don’t believe you gave me your name,” René said raising his eyebrow.

Steve glanced over at him for a moment and then back to painting. “No, you’re right, I didn’t.”

René regarded him, tilting his head to the side as he regarded Steve. He too, turned back to the painting. “So you are the mysterious artist. I suppose it would make sense considering you are the only one admiring the best painting here.”

Steve snorted. “It helps I was in love with the model.” He turned to look at René. “I still am.”

“Ah, yes the indomitable Eddie Munson,” René said with a small smile. “We’ve met. He was very insistent on your privacy. Now I understand why.”

“Oh.” Yeah. He had almost forgotten he was once a nine day wonder. He never got recognized anymore and those that did were respectful of his privacy.

His hand went to his neck and rubbed the scar self-consciously. It was barely there now, long since faded into the folds of his neck. The ones on his back where more noticeable but only he if he wore something that made them visible.

“You are brave young man, Steve Harrington,” René said with a smirk. “And a better artist.” He paused a moment to look up at Eddie as Eros. “Perhaps that bravery is what makes you a better artist. You aren’t’ afraid to do something bold.”

“I don’t feel brave,” Steve said with a snort. “I’ve been through a lot of therapy and I still get panic attacks.”

René hummed. “Maybe so, but panic attacks mean that you’ve been through some horrible things and survived.” He turned to Steve and cocked his head to the side. “The fact that you still have panic attacks and chose to be here says you are very brave indeed.”

Suddenly a voice crackled over the intercom. “The auction is about to start, if you would please take your seats. Again the auction is about to start, please take your seats.”

Steve raised his glass. “I guess that’s my cue to exit stage right. Thank you.” He nodded and stepped away.

René nodded and let him go. He looked up at the painting again. “Very interesting young man indeed.”

~

Steve was sitting on the back row watching the auction and occasionally bidding to drive up the price of piece if he thought it wasn’t going for enough. He might have his issues, but he knew how much time he spent on a piece and he wasn’t going to let one of his babies go for less than a thousand dollars.

He had his pride after all.

Wayne was the auctioneer and he was doing a stellar job. A lot of the pieces were being sold fairly quickly. Some of the paintings going for several hundred thousand dollars and Steve was proud of those.

Then it was time for the final piece. His Orpheus and Eurydice on the Stair. This is was the one he was the proudest and hoped it went to the person who would love it for more than the subject matter.

And almost immediately a bidding war started between a couple and a perky blonde in a pink, sequinned sheath dress. It heated up fast bursting past the hundreds and into the thousands before Steve could even blink.

“One million dollars!” Wayne called out. “Going once...” He looked over at the blonde but she shook her head, “going twice...” He scanned the crowd for any other takers, but even Eddie was shaking his head. “Going thrice...” One last scan for would-be bidders but the house was silent. “Sold! To the gentleman on the third row. Can I get your name please?”

“Maximilian Diamond,” the warm and rough baritone called out.

Steve’s jaw fell to the floor. Diamond bought his painting. Diamond bought his painting. Diamond bought his painting. Holy shit.

He stood up numbly as the rest of the crowd filtered out to the room that used to hold the auctioned works that would be used for the reception.

Eddie was by his side in moments.

“Holy shit, Stevie,” he breathed. “That’s $2.7 million dollars for a dozen paintings and one of them went for an even million. Can you believe it?”

Steve shook his head. He figured that they would get a couple hundred thousand maximum for the whole lot and he could go back to saying his stuff wasn’t worth selling. He go back to teaching and everyone would forget about Eddie Munson’s partner for another couple of years.

But this wasn’t that.

His work had actually started a bidding war. Yes, part of that war was a personal friend of his, but not to the tune of a million dollars.

He knew the club was doing well, but he hadn’t known it was doing that well.

He melted into the crowd as Eddie stood up to speak to them.

“I want to thank everyone for coming out tonight to celebrate a couple of charities that are near and dear to Corroded Coffin’s heart,” he began. “Music, Mind, and Memory, a charity dedicated to using music in helping kids learn, but especially those with learning disabilities. And Street Music, a charity dedicated to helping poor kids get the instruments they actually want to play and not just whatever the school has left over to lend out.”

Everyone clapped.

“But all this wouldn’t be possible without the love of my life,” he continued. “My Stevie. The band has talked about him a lot but we never bring up his last name.”

The crowd got a little restless at that, murmurs and whispers suddenly filling the air.

“My Stevie has always been a private person,” Eddie said, starting to pace on the little raised platform. “But that’s because he went through a harrowing ordeal and the media made him out to be a nine day wonder and he still gets recognized sometimes for the trauma he went through.”

Steve felt a warm hand slip into his. He looked up to see Robin holding his hand. On the other side of him, Chrissy snuggled up next to him.

He felt so blessed to have the best friends in the world.

“For you see, my husband is Steve Harrington,” he said fondly. “You can Google him later, but essential he stepped into a help a girl who was being attacked by homophobes and they tried to kill him for it. But he survived. Not without his share of PTSD and anxiety. But he’s worked a long time to get to where he is today.”

He stopped pacing and put his hand over his eyes to look out into the crowd. “Come on up, honey, and let the good people see you.”

Chrissy and Robin walked with him to the front of the crowd and then let him walk the rest of the way to Eddie.

Eddie held out his hand and Steve took it, allowing himself to be pulled on stage.

“This is the love of my life.”

Steve blushed and tucked his head into Eddie’s neck.

“And the artist whose work raised so much money for these two charities,” he continued, tucking Steve further into his side. “Me and the boys have been telling him for years that his work could even bring in hundreds of dollars let alone hundreds of thousands of dollars. But I think we can put that to bed, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve huffed. “You win. You can sell my artwork.”

The crowd cheered.

His cheeks burned with the overwhelming feeling of appreciation. Eddie lifted his chin and kissed his lips.

“Let’s hear it for Steve Harrington!”

The crowd roared in response.

Jeff poked Steve’s side. “Does this mean you’ll join us on the red carpet now?”

Everyone held their breath.

“I want the Grammy’s and nothing less,” Steve said, looking up at Eddie heavy lidded.

Eddie’s eyes went wide and the rest of the band’s jaws dropped.

“Really?” Gareth asked, his hands going to his mouth to hold back his giggles.

“Yeah,” Steve said, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s face. “But I only want the best.”

Eddie picked him up and twirled them around. He was forced to stop as the microphone cord wrapped around his legs. Jeff hurried forward and between him and Brian they were able to get Eddie and Steve untangled.

“I’m still going to be teaching,” Steve said firmly, when Eddie was finally able to put him down.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Eddie murmured.

~

Steve only taught for another year. But because he wanted to stop and not because of the press he got after the announcement. He had been on the cover of every magazine and the front page of every newspaper. Most good, some bad.

He was in a gay relationship with a heavy metal rockstar after all.

But because he had found his true calling in painting and selling his artwork. He loved teaching, he worked hard for his degree. It was how he met Eddie. But there was something special about knowing his paintings and drawings were being hung in someone else’s houses.

He made his first debut on the red carpet at that year’s Grammy’s. Corroded Coffin were presenting the Best Metal Act.

And with the tux he wore, there would be chance of his scars being seen, so he was able to walk hand in hand with Eddie and Chrissy and Robin were more than thrilled to stay home and watch the awards in their pajamas.

As they waited for their turn to be photographed, Eddie turned to Steve. “You’re my one in a million and I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Eds.”

~

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[yeta-drewit]

Wenclair fic recommendations

I’ve read way too many. About 115.

Also all of this are finished fanfics. I believe.

Edit- yes this are all in ao3 and I did this at like 3 am so I didn’t put links and I’m too lazy to change it now.

MY TOP ONES

-Hunting season by gobreakaneck. OMG THIS FIC, a season 2 fic, angst to the max, slow burn to the max BUT REALLY GOOD SHIT. Like it’s good guys trust. Unfortunately it’s part one of a series so yk I was left crying for more at the end.

-Yours, Eurydice by hanjisgirlfriend- SAD AND CELEBRITY AU. Enid is an actor, Wednesday is a famous writer and they are neighbors and they share letters with pen names because they don’t want the public to know. ITS CUTE.

-I pledge to you (my blood and soul) by Whatiscolor. WRITER OF THIS FIC I WANT TO TROW HANDS. This is genuinely one of the saddest fics I’ve read. Forced marriage Au WITH A LOT OF ANGST. I’m not joking I cried. Angst was angsting.

-Purgatory would be beautiful with you by Emilywritesatuff- Just Wenclair stuff but Wednesday is kind of acting like a werewolf but she isn’t, it’s kind of like they are mates and Wednesday acts like it. I just like it.

-Christmas Eve(L) by miliamin- Fake dating and Christmas what else can I say?.

Weird Aus

-Let’s get political by WishaDream - Gomes and Esther are campaigning for the same government position. Esther tells Enid to hate Wednesday but she can’t. They hate each other in public but almost kiss in secret. Don’t let the weird au get you it’s actually really good. I like the political comments in between the actual Wenclair story.

- Just the taste of you/ blood in the water by littlebirdonair - another weird au but this time Wednesday is an assassin meant to kill journalist Enid. My best description of the story. Enid "I talked to an assassin Yoko" Yoko "omg girl!. Have you told the police?! How are even alive?!" Enid "Omg girl it was the hottest thing ever, she was so fucking hot" Yoko "wtf girl” (Warning there is one explicit scene. I skipped it as it was really short and I’m not interested in that)

-The Heart Knows No Death by viienrose - Enid is brutally murder by her pack and the Addams family can bring her back to life if she wishes to. Wednesday helps Enids soul process her death and the possibility of coming back. Sad shit but kind of cute Wenclair.

- Driving to my house in the middle of the night by AtomicJellyBean - Wednesday ghostbuster, Enid has existential crisis and is a park ranger and a very popular fanart comic came from this story.

-Strawberry and Lilacs by thislonelyrealm - not Nevermore high school au, Wednesday is new in town and Enid has live there her whole life (she also beats up Tyler). I made fanart of one scene.

- So this is love by LoriLoud- season 1 rewrite. lowkey insane and deranged. Not joking. I’m not rereading it so I may be remembering wrong but just so yk how crazy it is they kiss while Esther is literally burning. It gets so bad I think Yoko is the only survivor. Bad representation of the Addams family but a fun read.

-Parce que toi et moi, ca fonctionne (meme si ca ne devrait pas) by bogteats- Eurovision Song Contest AU. Enid is a French singer and gay, the Addams family is a Spanish band (my Mexican ass is sad they had to be Spanish) it’s a really cool celebrity au with Enid trying to hide she is gay. It’s not in French guys.

-The proposal (Wenclair’s Version) by NyxSmols- apparently is the 2009 movie The Proposal but make it Wenclair. Idk I haven’t seen the movie but the fic was cool. Honestly Enid was giving Debbie at the beginning of the fic and I’m all for that.

Normal AUs

-Vortex by Alotofconfusion- Wenclair childhood friend au. I think it’s cute. Enid is pretty much adopted by the Addams, no one believes Enid that she has a gf, they call each other business partners.

- Imprinting is such a bitch by King_boo - Season 1 rewrite where Enid imprints on Wednesday the moment they meet, so its season 1 if they both immediately liked each other. Slight gaslighting by Wednesday but she works on that.

- Like two Mismatched Pieces Put Together by ShadeNeverMadeAnybodyLessGay- Wenclair childhood soulmates. Enid is abandoned but adopted by the Addams. Just cute kids stuff.

-Cool about it by randomiska - they are in college and they are fake dating to stop their friends from trying to get them together. Obviously it backfires.

Normal ig?

- Everyone comes to Yoko’s by Sincerely_Sierra- Yoko gets the gays together. Yoko is stressed about the gays and she just wants them to stop bothering her.

- What does he have that I don’t? By Kofeew_milkk- Enid hates that Wednesday smells like Tyler. Cute scenting fic.

-Sweet nothings by Hymenopus- They simp for each other while being in opposites sides of the country. They exchange letters and gifts.

-San Francisco by bishopsinclair_(dustydandelions) - Set during the break, Wednesday goes to San Francisco and werewolf chaos ensues. Blood wolf stuff.

- Raven in the den, wolf in the nest by Barbara_lazuli- Fake dating to spite their moms, it’s really cute specially Enid and the Addams family. There are references to the animated movie, I love Parker.

-Downside of Visions by CelticWolf55- it’s a sick fic and it’s very cute.

To make yourself sad

-Bubble Gum bitch by wishadream - Celebrity AU. Depress actor Enid and assistant Wednesday that doubles as a therapist. They don’t end up together but it’s still cute.

- I’ll love you (from the shadows) by mickeroni -technically not a Wenclair story but it’s a Weems story about her being a sad gay for Morticia and projecting towards Wenclair. She goes to the wedding.

-You drive me crazy (baby) by Sincerely_Sierra- Yoko angst, Enid angst, everyone angst. It’s a taking care of a fake baby trope but what I thought would be like domestic fluff just made me sad. YOKO LOVERS READ THIS SHIT.

Fluff no plot

- It’s just a werewolf thing by WelshCakes68 - Enid blames her gayness on the fact she is a wolf, Wednesday is so whipped she accepts this excuse. Oblivious homosexuals.

Silly ones

- Woes of the Heart by 1unluckystudent - It’s just Enid crashing Wednesday’s and Tyler’s date and being like super jealous and really funny. This Enid behavior is what I want from Enid if Wednesday gets another love interest.

-Potion problems by batzeus99 - Switch personalities and it’s super cute and I think it’s like really funny seeing Wednesday act all happy. Enid just acts like Pip from AGGGTM.

- I’m your garbageman by cowardnthief - Wednesday asks Enid for help on a crush she has. Enid is the crush and she is also obviously to it.

- Black Butterfly by misscanteloupe- Wednesday is jealous and makes Enid hug her while Ajax watches. Wednesday just hates Ajax and I find it hilarious.

Parent fics (because I like this type of content)

-Werewolves made with woe by omnical - Podcasters try to investigate the Addams family. Enid gaslight them into going into the house and absolutely scares the shit out of them. Enid is scary but she is trying to protect her kids.

- Plans of Joy by southernsunrise- They try to have kids. It gets sad but trust it gets better. (Warning miscarriage)

-Double trouble by Pieck_Simp- Wenclair twins. Wenclair moms fighting prejudice against their kids.

Obviously what I like you may not like. Some of this are entertaining but not good representations of the characters. I understand some may have poor writing but it’s fanfics guys not a novel. I encourage you to think critically and not get influenced by this fanfics, not everything you read is good and a representation of good behavior, some of these have questionable behaviors that go unpunished because it’s a fanfic. So do keep that in mind and don’t base your behaviors solely on fan fiction.

[emmcarstairs]

The Ghoul and Lucy MacLean as Modern Orpheus and Eurydice: A Fallout Meta

(art by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot)

We’ve all heard the Greek myth of Orpheus who ventures to the Underworld to bring his wife Eurydice back to life. It’s one of the greatest tragic love stories that has been retold and passed down to us in different forms of media.

Isn’t it interesting that Fallout begins with The End and ends with The Beginning? It refers to the bombs falling in the first episode, and the past being revealed in the last, but I believe it goes deeper than that. It’s a direct reflection of Lucy’s character journey.

Lucy’s journey begins with the shattering of her perfect world. It's the end of her life as she has known it. The event that triggers her descent (in her case, ascent) is the raiders’ attack. Which significantly happens at her wedding. Lucy is stabbed by her husband who had snuck into her Vault with deception. Similarly, Eurydice is bitten by a snake at her wedding with Orpheus, which kills her and sends her to the Underworld.

Interestingly enough, if we think of Norm's words as Lucy walks down the aisle, the Ghoul is coded as a possible husband for Lucy. And it's only after she goes to the Underworld/Wasteland that we are introduced to the Ghoul.

In a post-nuclear world, hell would be on the surface and heaven under the ground. The Ghoul emerges from the underground like Lucy as if he's coming after her. (It's funny that three men welcome him as if he's Orpheus at the gates of the Underworld and they're Cerberus.)

After the tragic wedding, Lucy resides in the Underworld. (An important note here is that while we learn that the Wasteland isn't dead, it is perceived as an Underworld by the Vault dwellers.) Throughout her journey, there is one person who, by happenstance, is always on her trail.

In the final episode titled The End, we find some thematic and visual similarities with The Beginning. Lucy is again betrayed by a person she considers family. Also, the passage of time in both episodes (midday-sunset-night) is clearly marked by the change of colors in the sky.

Two significant scenes for Lucy happen during the sunset. As a symbol, the sunset stands for transition or even death. The world is changed for the night. It's both an end and a new beginning. It's a meeting between the day and the night. In both these scenes, Lucy agrees to share her journey with another person.

If we rewind back to the Ghoul's entrance in the scene, we see him catching Hank by surprise with his words. In fact, the Ghoul speaks a lot and almost enthralls his enemies with his power of speech/acting. It's reminiscent of Orpheus' gift of music which helps him tame the beasts.

Here begins the deviation from the original story. In the myth, Eurydice has no agency. Orpheus ventures into the Underworld, begs for her soul, and takes her on the journey back. Some modern critics point out she'd already forgotten him and wouldn't want to return back to life.

The Ghoul offers Lucy a clear choice between her staying with the dead (in this moment, they are surrounded by Max's unconscious body and her mother's remains, as well as the soldiers' corpses) and risking that she dies herself. Or going with him to learn more about the world.

Another important element in the myth, is the backward glance. Hades lets Eurydice leave the Underworld on condition that Orpheus doesn't look back at her until they make it out. As they near the exit, Orpheus turns back and Eurydice vanishes back in the Underworld forever.

In this case, the backward glance isn't a condition. Yet, in this scene, the Ghoul and Lucy's gazes don't meet at all! He has his back turned to her and the one time he turns around, she isn't looking at him. It shows their vulnerability but also their newfound mutual trust.

What follows is the scene that inspired this whole meta. The night has fallen. The Ghoul climbs up from a ruined building's dark exit alone. After a moment, Lucy emerges too. They have made it! And the Ghoul still isn't looking back at her. He leads and knows she'll follow him.

Take a look at this bit from A. S. Kline's translation of Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book X, and look at the following frame:

"They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world."

A final note about Orpheus and Eurydice's names: Orpheus means "the darkness of the night", while Eurydice means "wide justice". Well, what can I say?

Looking back on my Lucy analysis, it's interesting that the final scene with them both emerging from underground marks the transition between Act 2 and Act 3, or Death (Transformation) and Emergence (Support). This would've been Eurydice's POV journey if Orpheus had succeeded.

[lsunstreakerl]

1. evil. evilllll

2. how dare you??? just… dropping that on a random friday??? evil

ok now to actually talk about the ficlet

ughhhhhh estebands angerrrr yesss. not being able to stand the rain because it reminds him of max <//3. “the ring he’d never known about” WHANTJSJTNEJ DIE DIE DIE OH MY GOD GET OUTTTTT OF MY HOUSE BRO HELLO?!?! they were supposed to argue about the color of the curtains :[[[[[[

“wishes he could crawl through the underworld just for the chance to bring mac back. he wouldn’t look behind him once.” k 1. how dare you??? orpheus and eurydice??? leave me alone??? 2. the tragic part is is… he would look back. because in every version of the story there ever was orpheus always looks back. because if he didnt look back, he didnt love her enough. and esteban says he wouldnt look back, he says that, but he would and he always would and he always has and he always will because orpheus always looks back

and then the fucking cat. with the two white paws because max’s hands were fucked and max always wanted a cat. and thats just how the universe works. it actually happened to me recently. my dad found a little black boy cat less than 48 hrs after we started cleaning out the yard where my old black boy cat is buried. universe works in crazy ways man.

anyway ugh this hurt me and i was right to be worried. scrapbook, my first friend my enemy how could you do this to me 10/10 ficlet as always even if it did make me tear up

oh I'm so glad you liked it and it was perfect and it made your day to read!!

esteban struggling with the rain is so brutal. it used to be something he really enjoyed, and now it's just. gone.

the ring! obviously max would want to showcase his genuine commitment, especially when they're finally making the choice to move in together. he would've let esteban pick the curtains. esteban will never know that.

he can say that he wouldn't a million times over but he would, he always would, and some part of him knows that and he hates himself for it because it really does mean that max is gone.

the cat! esteban is really grappling with that grief, and I kind of imply that he goes out to "yell at max" fairly regularly, because pierre is not at all concerned that he's going and doing that. so esteban cries when it rains and he yells at his boyfriends grave and he's got an apartment in their name that he's never set foot in, and now he's got a cat.

they bickered about the cat for months. max wanted one, esteban was worried they weren't home enough, max was like "well you can just take it to lecture with you" and that usually annoyed esteban so bad that they ended up dropping it. (also usually ended with fucking, because they both think the other is annoyingly hot when they're trying to make a point, and that makes it difficult to argue about things)

for the little cat to come find esteban, looking like max, in the place max died— esteban didn't stand a chance. of course the kitten is coming home with him.

in my defense, I did apologize for that particular scrapbook ficlet before I posted it :) because I knew it was sad

[saiintvalentiine]

little beastie

When Rome Falls, Yves Olade // Little Dog's Rhapsody In The Night (Percy Three), Mary Oliver // Seaside Improvisation, Richard Siken // Me and My Husband, Mitski // Sailing to Byzantium, W.B. Yeats // Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl // Birds Hover The Trampled Field, Richard Siken // It's not beautiful and it doesn't hurt, Wonstein // This is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone // The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, John Koenig // I guess that'd be incentivizing decency though., a softer world // When Rome Falls, Yves Olade