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Each day i wake up pleased knowing that anyone trying to define or hurt me by attempting to gender me is playing by the same rules as someone trying to define Artemis by the number of men she’s enjoyed sleeping with.  you just can’t. there is no men she wanted to fuck and there is no gender for someone to slap onto me. the most you’re gonna do is mildly piss me off like just stop.

I’d say that this is a wip of a popular redheaded character shipped with a batboy but unfortunately that doesn’t narrow it down at all.

The Rose And Her Thorn

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Hey guys! Here's the next part. Hope you like it! (When they say 'Oh my dad', it does mean 'Oh my god')

Word Count: 1057

Part 4.

Esmeria sat with her back to the window of Enid and Wednesday's room, playing with the sleeves of her grey jumper. She was bored, and wanted something to distract her. That something came in the form of Wednesday Addams walking into the room, pausing at the sight of the brunette on the floor. "Why are you in here?"

Esmeria stood up. "Oh! I didn't like being alone in my room. I can leave if you-"

"No." Wednesday shook her head, hiding her own surprise at the sound of her voice. "It's okay. But be quiet, this is my writing time."

Esmeria smiled and sat back down as Wednesday placed a record on the gramophone and sat down. La Llorona played as the clicking of Wednesday's typewriter filled the air. Esmeria was scrolling through Twitter.

Suddenly, Wednesday's bed squeaked. Both girls looked up from their respective activities, Wednesday being the first to notice a lump crawling underneath the covers. She lunged over, flipping the covers back to reveal a hand running across the bed, pausing upon spotting Wednesday.

"I knew it! Hello, Thing." The hand leapt from the mattress to the bedframe, latching on as Wednesday grabbed its wrist, yanking it towards the desk and slamming it down. Esmeria had to admit, Wednesday did look rather hot.

Esmeria walked up behind Wednesday as she was talking to the hand. "Did you think my highly trained olfactory sense wouldn't pick up on the faint whiff of neroli and bergamot in your favorite hand lotion?"

The hand slightly quivered. Wednesday's eyebrow quirked. "I could do this all day."

The desk started shaking from the amount of quivering that the hand was doing, while Esmeria started humming the actual song 'I could do this all day'. You know the one from Rogers: The Musical in Hawkeye? Yeah, that's it.

The hand saw Esmeria standing behind Wednesday and started frantically signing at the black-clad girl. Wednesday sighed. "Thing, that's Esmeria. She's a... friend. Esmeria, this is Thing."

"Hello Thing!" Esmeria chirped, seemingly unfazed by the whole thing. I mean, she had seen weirder stuff.

Wednesday went back to her previous conversation with the hand. "Mother and Father sent you to spy on me, didn't they? I'm not above breaking a few fingers. That they thought I wouldn't find out proves how much they underestimate me."

"Oh Thing, you poor, naive appendage. My parents aren't worried about me. They're evil puppeteers who pull strings from afar. The way I see it, you have two options. Option one." Wednesday lifted Thing up and pulled open her desk drawer.

"I lock you in here for the rest of the semester, and you go slowly insane trying to claw your way out, ruining your nails and your smooth, supple skin. And we both know how vain you are." She placed the shaking hand back on the desk. "Option two. You pledge your undying loyalty to me."

Thing slowly but surely lowerd into the hand version of a bow. Although having been introduced to the hand, Esmeria was still unsure what to make of the situation. Wednesday lightly nodded. "Our first order of business is to escape this teenage purgatory."

Thing quickly signed something.

"Of course I have a plan. And it begins now."

Esmeria shook her head. "No- Sorry- Excuse me, but what the Underworld is going on right now? I'm very confused."

Wednesday sighed. "I suppose proper introductions would be appropriate. Esmeria, this is Thing. No one knows how long he has been in the family, and no one knows where the rest of his body is."

Esmeria nodded. "Oh, ok! Well, I'm Esmeria, Wednesday's kind-of friend."

Thing waved, before signing something to Esmeria. She tilted her head. "Well, my main power is being able to control plants."

Wednesday lifted her head. The mystery was unraveling, and she wouldn't admit it, but she was getting excited. "So, how can you do that? Is one of your parents a witch or warlock or something of the like?"

Esmeria shook her head and thought for a second. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you guys... It is a bit shocking though."

Wednesday shrugged. "We're in Nevermore. Isn't everything shocking?"

Esmeria adjusted how she was standing. "My mum is Persephone, and my dad is Hades. Yes, I am talking about the god and goddess."

Wednesday's eyes widened slightly. "Really?" She stood up and began circling Esmeria like a hawk, studying her. "Greek Mythology is all real?"

Esmeria tilted her head from side to side. "Majority of the different pantheons are. It depends on what you believe in, I suppose."

Wednesday very lightly chuckled. "Fascinating."

Esmeria's eyes blew open. "Did I just make THE Wednesday Addams laugh?"

Wednesday immediately sat back down. "No."

Esmeria laughed, and Wednesday almost blushed. "Well Wednesday Addams, I'll be seeing you. Keep my secret and remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold!"

Then the brunette stepped backwards, and melted into the shadows of Wednesday's wall. The girl with ebony hair sighed. "Thing, there is something wrong with me. I have this weird feeling, like spiders are crawling in my stomach."

"No, I can't like her."

"Because she will never like me back!"

❀⁂❀⁂❀

Meanwhile, Esmeria was in her room, frantically texting the groupchat she shared with her cousins.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖮𝖿 𝖮𝗅𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗌💁‍♀️

ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ👻

GUYSGUYSGUYS

EMERGENCY

ʰᵒᵗˢʰᵒᵗ🌞

what is it

its too early for this shit

ˢʰᵒᵒᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ💫

what happened esmè

ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ👻

ive dallen in love again

*falen

*falin

*fellan

fuck

how do words work

ˢʰᵒᵒᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ💫

oh my dad

again?

really?

im so done with u rn

ʰᵒᵗˢʰᵒᵗ🌞

WHAT

OH MY DAD

LITERALLY TELL ME EVERYTHING

ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ👻

LITERALLY OK

OH MY DAD

SHE'S SO PRETTY

HER HAIR LOOKS SO SOFT

HER EYES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

OH MY DAD

LITERALLY JUST-

UGH

SHE'S SO NICE-?

to me at least

ˢʰᵒᵒᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ💫

esmè

she's literally perfect for you.

you know i dont rlly do the whole love thing, but bro-

literally just kiss.

ʰᵒᵗˢʰᵒᵗ🌞

you know i hate to say it, but arty's right

just kiss already

ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ👻

oh my dad

ok

ill see what i can do

thx for hypeing me up tho guys

ʰᵒᵗˢʰᵒᵗ🌞

np

im always ur hypeman/wingman bro

ˢʰᵒᵒᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ💫

and im always ur...

wingwoman?

ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ👻

thx fr tho xoxo

The Rose And Her Thorn

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I love this bit so much!

Word Count: 1012

Part 3.

Esmeria was leaning against a wall, the sound of swords clashing filling the air around her. She looked over to the door as it opened, revealing a short girl dressed in an entirely black fencing outfit.

Wednesday Addams.

Esmeria's eyes followed Wednesday across the room before flicking to where Bianca and Rowan had been dueling as a thud sounded, signaling Rowan falling over and Bianca winning once again.

Rowan immediately started trying to defend himself. "Coach, coach, she tripped me!"

Coach Vlad shook his head. "It was a clean strike, Rowan."

Bianca pulled her helmet off. "Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn't suck."

Esmeria tilted her head. For all intents and purposes, that was actually quite true. Bianca wasn't done though. "Seriously coach, when am I gonna get some real competition? Anyone else wanna challenge me?"

Esmeria opened her mouth, knowing that she could easily beat the siren if she wanted to, but Wednesday got there first, speaking as she stepped foward. "I do."

Bianca smiled the fakest smile Esmeria had ever seen. "Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in."

Wednesday retaliated immediately. "And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead."

There was a muffled 'ooh' from the surrounding fencers, and Esmeria's lips quirked in amusement.

Bianca stepped foward lightly. "Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. He's not helpless, he's lazy."

Wednesday sighed imperceptibly, speaking harshly. "Are we doing this or not?"

So they did. Three out of three. By the end of the first two matches, both girls had a single point. Esmeria turned her head to the coach as he spoke. "The score is even."

Wednesday and Bianca pulled off their masks, the latter with a grin upon her lips. "That first point was clearly beginners luck. Let's finish this."

Wednesday moved towards Coach Vlad. "For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge. No masks. No tips."

The surrounding fencers 'ooh'ed again as Wednesday finished speaking. "Winner draws first blood."

Esmeria kicked herself off the wall, walking foward to stand next to the coach. "This should be interesting."

Wednesday glanced over, having only just noticed the brunette. She sure was quiet. Bianca glared at Esmeria. "Shut it, death breath."

The coach brushed them both off. "It's your decision, Bianca."

Bianca opened and closed her mouth, and Wednesday tilted her head. Was Bianca... scared?

Apparently not, for the siren regained her composure and spoke with so much sass that one would think her name was Percy Jackson. "Let's see if you bleed in black and white."

Bianca threw her mask to the side, and the two immediately lunged at each other, ducking and twirling across the room. Bianca lunged at Wednesday, and the girl sprung into a cartwheel. If Esmeria wasn't drooling before, she was now. Their blades clashed for a few more seconds before Bianca swung her sword, slicing Wednesday's skin just above her left eyebrow.

Esmeria audibly gasped. Wednesday's finger lightly wiped the cut, in disbelief at the sight of the blood on her finger. Bianca smiled sarcasticly. "Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed."

Esmeria walked over. "Shove off, Bianca." She lightly grabbed Wednesday's arm, leading her out of the room, letting go of the slightly taller girl's arm as the door shut behind them. "Are you ok? Wait, that's a dumb question. How are you feeling?"

Wednesday stared blankly at Esmeria. Why was this girl being so nice to her? Wednesday wasn't complaining, but the two had barely spoken. "I feel... off."

Esmeria raised an eyebrow. "In a good way or a bad way?"

Wednesday shrugged slowly. "I don't know."

Esmeria thought for a second before she spoke. "Well, let's get you to the nurse's office and get that cut cleaned up, ok?"

Wednesday frowned. "I don't want someone I've never met touching my head."

Esmeria nodded. "I suppose that is a bit weird. How about I do it? Would that be ok?"

Wednesday paused. She'd never had anyone like Esmeria care for her before. Wednesday liked it. Anytime Esmeria said something, it felt like there were spiders crawling in her stomach. "I suppose that would be acceptable."

Esmeria grabbed Wednesday's hand, walking towards the nurse's office. Wednesday was glad that Esmeria in front, so the brunette couldn't see the blush that was spreading across her face. What was wrong with her?

Esmeria pushed open the door to the nurse's office, leading Wednesday over to one of the beds that was in the room, waving off the nurses who tried to take Wednesday away from her.

One nurse made the mistake of taking hold of the black-clad girls arm. Esmeria stepped foward, glaring at the nurse. "Let go of her."

The nurse scoffed. "I am in charge here, young lady. I say what goes."

Esmeria stepped in front of Wednesday, staring into the nurse's eyes. "I said. Let. Go."

The nurse gasped lightly, stepping back at the sight of literal black flames burning in the brunette's eyes. An ember leapt out and burned her arm, making her gasp again and scurry away.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "What did you do Esmè?"

Esmeria blushed at the use of the nickname and shrugged. "Just a little party trick my dad taught me. Now sit still."

Wednesday did so. Esmeria brought a wet cloth up to the cut, dabbing it so as to remove the blood. She placed it down and picked up a band-aid, turning back to Wednesday and gulping at their close proximity.

She reached out to hold the side of Wednesday's head in place. "Is that ok?" She breathed.

Wednesday nodded, her heartbeat stalling for a second as Esmeria's soft fingers held her cheek, lightly pressing the band-aid onto her forehead.

The moment was shattered as Rowan's voice broke out behind Wednesday. "You're Wednesday, right?"

Wednesday slowly turned her attention from Esmeria to Rowan, and the brunette quietly left the room, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.