I Hope Every Writer Who Sees This Writes LOADS The Next Few Months. Like Freetime Opens Up, No Writers

peter pevensie! still love him icl

there are only two people i can think of to tag😭😭😭

@darkmatilda @cupidheartsxx

Ok so I've never made one of these but...

Tag list game

You have to say your first fictional crush and post a picture of them

I'll go first:

Alex Fierro (don't judge me, I was nine years old okay???!!!!)

@emery-talks4 @baj4bl4st @groovyfandomhuman @yams-and-toast @v0idsp3rson @lesbianpoetess

I DON'T WANT HIM DEAD ANYMORE OH NO

The Rose And Her Thorn

Masterlist

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.

Has anyone pointed out the parallel of Van’s teammates not pulling her from the fire in the plane crash but her surviving to Van pulling all her teammates from the fire’s smoke but dying

The Rose And Her Thorn: Masterlist

• Discontinued (probably)

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

the girlkissers girlkissed and i screamed in sheer excitement

actively gnawing at the bars of my cage oh my GOD

11.11

i love her with all my heart, she looks so biteable