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GOD SAVE THE PROM QUEEN

Larissa Weems x oc

Chapter III

A/N: Before talking too much, I just wanna say thanks to you guys, once more. So: a big thank you, to all of you! Also, have fun reading the next part of the story! Here u go! ♡︎

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A person's dreams have a strong resemblance to a winding path. It takes time to express those dreams - and yet it is a kind of strength that one must never completely give up. An unspoken truth that no one would be able to deny. One might think that words are truly the strongest thing we humans possess. But sometimes we can say so much more with the realisation of our dreams and our related actions than words ever could. Our lives are long. And what would it be without dreaming? To take refuge in fantasy worlds, provided the mundane takes over?

"Never stop dreaming during your life. For no one can take away your dreams."

The last few hours that separated her from the Rave'N had just flown by. All at once, time seemed far too short, considering the fact that she felt absolutely not ready to attend this evening. And for a moment she stood there, in front of the mirror - looking at herself in a long, white dress adorned with silver ornaments. She looked at her hairstyle, the braided hair that crossed at the back of her head so that the ends were no longer really visible. Two strands, however, were hanging down into her face, which - there in the mirror - looked so strangely pale. She felt queasy, she couldn't deny that with the best will in the world. And yet the young woman started to walk towards the large hall where this year's Rave'N was to take place. That path seemed to her as if it were passing her by in slow motion. Agonisingly slow, causing her heart palpitations to increase. It throbbed loudly in her ears, skilfully blocking out the soft clacking of her heels on the tiled floor.

The door that separated her from her destination was getting closer - and with every step she took, she tried to tune in a little more to that event. There it was. The inevitable moment when the large door opened to reveal the magnificently decorated hall. Everything was in light tones, predominantly white and silver, as far as Elura could tell. It was an overwhelming sight that left her in awe for a few moments. Her palpitations and queasy feeling faded into the background - only the beauty of the decoration and the whole atmosphere remained in her thoughts. She took a deep breath and exhaled before descending the stairs. Ready to face this evening. The certainty that this evening could certainly not be compared to the previous one was anchored in her consciousness - but nevertheless that knowledge did not necessarily reassure her in the desired way.

"Miss McBentley! What a pleasure to welcome you here as well," Larissa snapped her out of her thoughts. The formality with which she greeted her, however, made her frown. It displeased her in an unpleasant, disconcerting way - but she left it at that, thinking it inappropriate to bring it up here of all places. "I'm honoured to be here," she replied instead, putting on a small smile. Only then did she begin to look at the blonde. And although she had been almost speechless once before, she was speechless again at that moment. She looked almost ethereal in that silver dress and the upswept blonde hair. It was a picture too good to be true - the sparkling blue eyes, the red-painted lips. Her euphoria for the evenings of Rave'N had obviously not changed at all.

Elura had completely blocked out the music that was already playing in the hall - she was too focused on the director, who looked angelic in that light. She was so beautiful - and yet so distant, even though she was standing not far from her. "Your sense of aesthetics has been perfected over the years, I see," the young woman finally complimented after she had begun to trust her voice again. Slightly, she had lowered her head, especially since she had clearly felt the heat that had crept into her cheeks due to her uncivilised stare. She knew that she was blushing - and despite the light, in which her flushed cheeks would hardly have been noticed so clearly, it was repugnant to her to think that Larissa could still have seen it. The latter, however, had long since seen through her and smiled warmly before nodding gently. "I guess I'm not the only one in this case," she smirked, pointing her head appreciatively in the direction of her dress. "You look beautiful, dear."

Her head shot up instantly - her eyes sought Larissa's gaze. For the words she had just spoken had - whether consciously or unconsciously - carried this loving undertone with them. And the look with which she returned hers confirmed this. "Larissa ...", Elura murmured softly, not quite knowing how to respond. Her heart had warmed - and she couldn't deny that it felt as if a swarm of butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach. "I thank you - and yet I must return this compliment. For you too are truly beautiful." Her counterpart's smile grew a shade more heartfelt as she cocked her head to the side a little.

"Well, I guess it's my turn to thank you for that," the blonde replied, about to reach out to gently stroke her hand when she was interrupted by a red-haired lady who seemed a little jittery. "Principal Weems, everything is running smoothly. Most of the students are already here - and seem to be enjoying the festivities!" she declared, almost beaming. "That's good news. This year's Rave'N is a real success - thanks in no small part to you, Miss Thornhill," Larissa returned, casting a sideways glance at Elura. "I haven't even introduced you to each other yet. Marilyn, may I introduce: Miss Elura McBentley." Thornhill now turned her attention to the young woman, eyeing her - a little too closely, she thought. She couldn't quite interpret why - but she felt rather uncomfortable in her presence. Almost as if she were the shadow that blocked out the sun. And yet she tried to behave as normally as possible. She curtsied slightly, gave the redhead a fake smile, which she returned. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she finally raised her voice, watching the other's features. "The pleasure is all mine. Now, if you will both excuse me-" with these words Marilyn Thornhill took her leave, thus leaving only the two women behind.

The blonde didn't hesitate at all, turning to the young woman again. "Please excuse me - I have a little matter to attend to. Enjoy yourself while I'm gone, I'll be back soon," she finally apologised, leaving Elura alone after she had nodded timidly. She looked around a little uncertainly, looked at some of the dancing students, and one in particular caught her eye. It was unmistakable who it was - the dress, as black as the night, stood out from the crowd, as did its wearer. Wednesday Addams. It was refreshing to watch her dance, strange as her movements might be. But nevertheless they suited her.

She watched the black-haired girl for a while, smirking slightly, before pausing. The Addams seemed to have noticed her - gave her one of her dark looks before she disappeared into the crowd shortly afterwards. Once again that uneasy feeling came up - the one that had also accompanied her on the way here. And just as Elura was about to turn around, she found herself facing Wednesday. She flinched noticeably, looked at the black-haired woman out of widened eyes, but she didn't make a face. "An unexpected surprise to see you here." she addressed her, made sure Elura's expression slowly changed to suspicion. "And yet it is very convenient for me to find you here." A strange glint flared for a moment in the girl's dark irises, which immensely lacked any sense of security for the young woman. She had to be careful - no matter what this conversation would now lead to. "Miss Addams. It's nice to see you here too - especially since it's always nice to see familiar faces," she replied, trying to remain reasonably friendly. "A nice déja vu, then. I'm sure you said those words to my mother as well." Morticia. Her body stiffened, and inevitably her jaw tightened too. "I don't know what you're implying." Basically, it was the truth - she didn't know what Wednesday was getting at.

It had never been a secret that she had never really got on with the former Frump - but why should she be called on it by her daughter, of all people? "It's a nice excuse. But I think you know very well. You were jealous of my mother." "Hardly." "You didn't like her because she embodied what you wanted to be." "You seem to be confusing things." "You wanted to get revenge on her because she stole the person you were interested in." "Watch your mouth, Miss Addams." "You killed Garrett Gates to get payback on her for everything that happened!" Silence. Eyes wide, fists clenched. It was enough. This girl had just crossed the line. It was one thing to bring back the memories of Morticia Frump. But quite another to accuse her of murder.

"You were jealous of her for taking my father away from you. First the title of prom queen, then my father's love, and finally everyone else's attention. It is understandable that you therefore wanted to take revenge on her. So you seized the opportunity, followed her and Garrett to the roof to catch them in the act - to be able to tell my father that she has someone else. Too bad he was there, too. You have a motive, you had the opportunity and the time to get upstairs." A blue gleam passed through her eyes, her breathing was intermittent. On her hands, meanwhile, her knuckles had emerged white, and with all her might Elura was just now trying to keep herself in check. She stepped forward, looking the black-haired girl firmly in the eye. "I think you misinterpreted some of the details of the story, Miss Addams. I wasn't after Gomez Addams. And Morticia Frump was nothing more than the dark queen of the year. But for once, and believe me when I tell you that I positively enjoyed that satisfaction, I was the queen of the evening. I was the prom queen 20 years ago. I was better than her in that case - and yet it did me no good."

The indifferent expression on the girl's face disappeared - and for a moment it looked quite as if she had sunk into deep thought. "But yes, one thing is quite true. The person I loved the most was only interested in her. That is what I hated most about her. Even today, I am afraid of having to face loss again. Because of her. No, it wasn't Gomez Addams. And it certainly wasn't Garrett Gates, who I never got to see. It was ...', she faltered, in her anger, the despair clearly reflected in her face. Her eyes moved to her. Larissa Weems. She was the one she cared about so much, then as now. The Addams had followed her gaze, but met that of the headmistress, whose smile was mixed with an expression of concern as her eyes fell on Elura.

She was literally drowning in the emotions that were rising. It was too much for her already irritable mind - and even the blonde, who had immediately made her way through the crowd to them, had not been able to alleviate this. "What's going on here?" she immediately demanded to know, looking impatiently back and forth between Wednesday and Elura. The black-haired woman looked at the young woman, who in turn stared at the headmistress. Pain was reflected in her irises, and before either of them could answer, it began to rain red. The water sprinklers, which were attached to the ceiling of the hall, were in full swing - spreading the red liquid over those present, causing all the students to flee in panic. Larissa had let out a scream, Wednesday - as usual for her - had shown no real reaction, and to Elura it was as if this had been exactly the sign she had hoped for. The red colour made its way down her face, mingling with the tears that had slowly begun to run down her cheeks. And before Weems could reach for her hand, she had already turned and stormed out of the hall. Her goal was clear: escape.

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GOD SAVE THE PROM QUEEN

Larissa Weems x oc

Chapter II

A/N: Hello there! First of all, I have to say a big THANK U for liking and sharing the first part of the story. I am so happy about that, I can‘t even tell! Today, I‘ll upload chapter two of the story - I wasn‘t quite contented about it, but didn‘t really know why. After a few times of rereading, I finally decided to upload - so have fun while reading! ♡︎

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There is this one moment when everything freezes. You leave your body, look at it from the outside. You weaken, feel empty and stagger in nothingness. Only then does your story enter for you. Your emotions, your feelings, your thoughts. You regain control of your body. It remembers things that seem completely alien to you - just gives you, for this one moment, the possibility to see yourself from a different perspective.

So should you fall, should you also see yourself from above ... Do you then ask yourself if you could still hear yourself? If you could hear others? The possible scream? The last words muttered as you fell? The cries of others, their shouts?

Or do you merely wrap yourself in golden silence, accepting your fate and letting the inevitable happen? The impact that inevitably follows every fall. In our younger years, we learned from this. We were taught to get back up after each fall. To go on stronger than before, to try again - and then, with the progress of time, not to fall again. To survive situations in which we had previously failed.

What irony. If you look at your past life, your school days, your childhood, one thing is quite striking. Many of the things that await us in later life are things we encounter unprepared. Who teaches us how to deal with our feelings or thoughts? Who teaches us to think clearly in difficult situations? Who teaches us to deal with the first heartbreak?

No one.

Except ourselves.

"You've taught yourself everything you need. Goal orientation. As soon as pressure is on you, fight it. Don't perish because of it. Walk your path with your head held high, write your own story. Because if you don't, others will do it for you. Without asking yourself what part you want to play in it."

Second fiddle. That was what Elura had mostly played in her story so far. She had fallen - too many times to count. But she had always gotten back up, no matter how hard the impact had been. In the hope of being first choice for once in the future. Since those school days, she had never lost that hope. It had felt, the moment she had finally seen Larissa Weems again, as if all that hope over the past few years had finally been rewarded. Her warm, heartfelt smile - those sparkling blue eyes. She had no difficulty whatsoever in recalling that moment of first seeing her again - she had also made an effort to carefully memorise her beautiful face. To refresh the memory of her, which had been so long ago.

The disbelief that had spread through her stomach at first had quickly turned into joy. Joy, however, which she had not really been able to show. Not because she didn't want to, no. But much more for the reason that she was afraid of losing her again anyway. To see someone else with her, to be able to do nothing but stand in the shadows.

"You are not a teacher at this school. Neither are you one of their students, you are decidedly too old for that," a relatively monotone voice snapped her out of her thoughts, making her frown in confusion. Elura had sat down on a bench a little away from the schoolyard - her nose buried in a book, which she read only half-heartedly, however. Her thoughts had been far away, completely blocking out any external events. Until that interruption. She raised her head, looking at the black-haired girl standing in front of her with a raised eyebrow. "I too wish you a good day." she replied before gently closing the book. "But yes, it's true. I am neither."

The girl didn't make any expression - merely eyed her in a strange way before her gaze fell on the book in her hands. "Then why are you here?" she asked another question, which, however, merely made Elura shake her head gently. "It's none of your business. I don't see why I should be accountable to you, especially since I don't even know you." The girl's behaviour puzzled her. Not least for the reason that she had seemingly just appeared out of nowhere. "Wednesday. Wednesday Addams." No sooner had she spoken her name than Elura's body tensed.

Addams.

Addams, after Gomez Addams. And Gomez was automatically linked to Morticia. Morticia Frump - or Addams, whatever her name was now. "You have already made the acquaintance of my mother." Nothing. No response from Elura, who was busy processing what she had just heard. "With my father, too." "How do you know that?" it finally escaped her lips, which had become eerily dry.

Wednesday seemed heartily unsurprised by the question - unless, of course, she was extremely talented at hiding her actual reactions behind that disinterested, almost creepy façade. "The yearbook. And your reaction to my name." She left. Without having waited for a response.

Elura was left behind, ignorant of how she felt a moment ago. How she should classify her feelings.

And for that one moment, she saw herself - sitting there, on that bench. The same book in her hand as she had all those years ago.

She rose, slowly, and made her way back to the high walls of Nevermore Academy. "You were always fond of that book. I remember always wondering why." She didn't have to lift her head to recognise whose voice it was. Even among thousands, she would have recognised it. It was Larissa, who had approached her with a gentle smile on her lips. "You spent hours reading it ..." the blonde added. "And it was you who always reminded me not to let time completely out of my sight," Elura replied, finally coming to a halt in front of the headmistress and looking up at her.

"Without you, I would have been late to class many times." The tall woman lowered her head, smirking, before shaking her head a little. "If, then you would have merely been a little late." Elura bit her lip lightly, looking at her counterpart wordlessly for a few moments. "I never thanked you for that." Surprised, the blonde raised her head, returning the look with which the young woman regarded her. "It was also no-" with a determined shake of her head she silenced Principal Weems. "Don't say that Because no matter how many times you told me it wasn't necessary, I still wouldn't be able to accept it." Her words were gentle - merely yet firm.

"Without you ... All my time here would have been black and white." Thoughts. She did not speak them, aware that they would not change her situation. A light touch on her cheek made her turn her attention back to the blonde. She looked into her eyes, into that beautiful, deep and reassuring blue. The smile she wore on her red-painted lips was honest, almost tender. Larissa herself radiated perfect warmth and calm. The same charisma as back then. With the difference that her authority had increased. Not in a negative way. She had never been someone who acted selfishly. Rather, she had been the kind of person who always tried to help others - who stood up for others without asking for anything in return.

Silence. It felt like there was nothing and no one else in this world. It was just the two of them. It felt right. Almost like coming home after a long, far too long time .... coming home. She was her home. She had always been, but she had never dared to open up to it.

And ... that's how it was going to stay for now.

"It's about time, isn't it?" Once again, it was Elura who destroyed the moment. Who could not face her feelings in the way she would have liked to. Larissa's expression stiffened for a moment before she blinked and nodded curtly. "Quite."

And there they went again. Separately, both heading in other directions. Another separation, which again felt like a disappointment to the young woman. She wanted to be honest. More than anything else. And the Rave'N was the best way to do that.

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GOD SAVE THE PROM QUEEN Larissa Weems x oc

A/N: Hello everyone! Soo I had a lot of ideas about a Larissa Weems x oc story, so I decided to turn it into a little fanfic - or even some oneshots. Today I will upload the first part, but I have to ask you for indulgence, because English is not my native language. Without further rambling on my part I would like to start now though - so here you go, have fun while reading!

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The Day of the Rave'N. It was depressing to some extent to see how excited Nevermores' students seemed to be about this special evening. A joy which she herself had probably also fully felt - been able to comprehend - a few years ago. But now there was nothing. Nothing, except this hatred and the rage, which sprouted in her. They blazed, like a fire that had just been lit, which had the complete power to destroy everything.

Of course, it was years ago. But the pain about that long ago evening was still deep.

With difficulty, the young woman made her way through the crowd of students who were talking loudly with their friends, standing together in groups, laughing together or playing tricks on each other. A nostalgic sight, considering that she herself was one of those students back then. No, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't quite deny that her school days at this academy had been quite passable. Well, apart from many small exceptions, which had left their mark. But as they say? Scars remind us of what we have experienced, but they do not define our future. So, or something like that - although it was not exactly easy for her to stick to that saying. Because no matter how hard she tried, she could not prevent that everything that had happened still had an influence on her future. It had been the kind of experience that one unconsciously kept in the back of one's mind without even realizing it.

"Elura? Elura McBentley?" a very familiar voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and instantly she raised her head, looking around for the person who had just addressed her. And there she stood. That tall blonde, who had been so beautiful even then and had attracted everyone's attention. Sympathetic, pretty, smart and successful - that's how she could have been described. But she was so much more.

Larissa Weems.

Warm-hearted, charming, fierce, courageous … but above all, she was the most loyal person Elura had ever met. The shock was probably literally written all over her face to see her here. To see her so suddenly. The blonde's warm, friendly smile gradually faded, and a hint of worry crept into her gaze. "Forgive me, I shouldn't have frightened you so much …" Momentarily, the young woman shook her head, dispelling the shock and disbelief from her face, before she too began to smile slightly. "No, please You don't have to apologize for that. I was merely … surprised. After all, it has been some time since we last saw each other, hasn't it?" replied Elura, tilting her head slightly as a way of greeting. Larissa had also put on her smile again - though the worry in her gaze had not entirely disappeared. "True enough. But I am very happy to meet you here again. It was less of a coincidence than an intention that you are here, wasn't it?" she also asked immediately, her interlocutor by no means missing that knowing spark in the tall woman's blue eyes.

"I was in town on personal business - so it was a natural thing to revisit the school after that time. Admittedly … I didn't expect to meet you here," Elura's answer followed immediately, whereupon she gave the blonde an inquiring look. But before she could answer, she was interrupted by one of the many students. "Good morning, Principal Weems!" he greeted her kindly before sprinting down to his friends. "Principal it is. A wise decision, I think - the school is in safe and good hands with you." With hands folded in front of her stomach and a warm smile, she considered the blonde - scrutinizing her expression, memorizing every single detail of her face. She seemed embarrassed for a moment, a soft pink stealing onto her cheeks as she lowered her head slightly. "It's nice that you think so. I thank you for those kind-hearted words."

Silence. Not one of the awkward kind, though, in which no one knows what should be said. There was much to say - much to catch up on. First and foremost … also things that needed to be cleared up. Or at least they should be. But Elura by no means thought of confronting her directly - of confronting her at all. After all, she had never had a single problem with Larissa. She had always liked her - more than she ever should have. And exactly those feelings had been the reason why it had hurt so much in retrospect.

Briefly, a shadow of pain flitted across the young woman's face, causing Principal Weems to clear her throat slightly and avert her gaze, which had only been on the face of her interlocutor for that short time. "Your appearance is quite fitting. Today is the day of the Rave'N - and despite the fact that you are neither a teacher nor a student of this school, I would like to ask you for a small favor," she finally broke the silence, put on a professional expression and gestured Elura to follow her. She did so, without any hesitation.

"A colleague, who was originally also supposed to supervise the festivity, has unfortunately dropped out. Now I have to rely on a replacement - but I hardly need to explain to you how difficult it is to find someone to take over at such short notice," Weems explained, casting a quick sideways glance at her companion. She returned the look, thinking whether it was really such a good idea to stay - even if it was only for this one evening. But she had never, even in her school days, been able to refuse even one favor from Larissa Weems. "You don't have to find anyone else. Provided it would be okay with you, I'd be happy to help you out." The words found their way past her lips before she could have even thought about saying them. It had taken on a life of its own - completely without her consent.

The blonde stopped again, turning to Elura with a relieved smile. "I was hoping to hear those words from you. You've always been dependable, and it looks like that's still the case today." Those words warmed her heart. It was nice to hear that she trusted her - even after all these years. "I would never let you down, Larissa." Words. Words which did not leave her mouth, however. "Yes, I guess so." she answered instead - regretting that she hadn't simply spoken her previous thoughts. For a brief moment, the blonde's smile distorted, though it was only for a few seconds. It had been barely visible, attracting no attention for that very reason.

"Well then, then … I'll see you tonight. Please be here promptly at seven." Distant. That was what those words were. They hurt in an inexplicable way - not only the young woman who had just heard them. No, also the blonde who had uttered them. "Of course. I'll be there."

Larissa merely nodded, finally turning on her heel and disappearing up the stairs. Standing back, the young woman watched her go until she could fully accept that she would not return. Not then, and not now.

A heavy sigh left her lips before she turned back as well. What had she gotten herself into again?