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Enid could not, for the life of her, look away.
Bianca spoke. It didn’t matter. Enid couldn’t bring herself to hear a thing. Everything other than Wednesday Addams was irrelevant, it dissipated into the void, ceasing to exist.
[ Or, in Paris 1979, Wednesday Addams, now an internationally acclaimed cellist, and Enid Sinclair, now the face of avant-garde fashion, reunite unexpectedly after an unresolved romance and years without contact due to a rupture in letter correspondence. ]
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There were three absolute truths in the universe that Wednesday Addams knew, and it just so happened that all of them pertained to her family.
One, they were kooky. The term had become damn near synonymous with her clan since before even her father’s father’s father could recall (she would know, she had asked him about it in a seance once and learned that day that ghosts could shrug.)
Two, they were depraved. Violent, debauched men and women with moral compasses that spun as if on a magnet. Capable of things so terrible, licentious or both to a degree that they were outcasts even among outcasts.
And three, they were cursed. Though this was the only truth that shook Wednesday with the existential dread that an absolute truth should.
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The Addams family curse comes with fun physical side effects if left undealt with and its Wednesday's turn on the chopping block. -
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Rue and Jules are only human. So are Lexi, Cassie, Maddy, and Kat. And humans fuck up like all of the time, right?
aka the fic where a bunch of young women try to find themselves and redemption while juggling college on their shoulders.
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Read Rue and Jules' story unfolds as they make their way through life in the aftermath of their parting at the train station.
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22 Nov 2025
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Возможно читала и понравился, но это не точно
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I Would Bring You the Stars and the Moon by GutterWitch
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
09 Mar 2025
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“Houston, do you copy?”
Caitlyn panicked, feeling extraordinarily unprepared having been thrust into her new position without so much as even a handbook to consult. What were the formalities? What was she supposed to respond with? Where was the damn push to talk button…
“Hellooo? I said Houston, do you copy?”
Caitlyn fiddled with her headset, having finally found the green button on the side and hastily letting out a rather breathless reply. “Um, yes. Hello? This is Houston. I copy.”
There was a long pause in which Caitlyn sat twiddling her thumbs, anxiety pushing the frantic pulse of her heartbeat through her eardrums. Was that wrong? Did she already fuck up? She took a steady deep breath, finger hovering over the talk button until the familiar voice of the astronaut came through her headset once more.
“Damn, Houston. I didn’t expect you to sound so sexy.”
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Caitlyn has been assigned as the personal capcom to one of the astronauts currently on a year long expedition at the international space station. Cue long months of pining and desperate longing.