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#Wednesday x shapeshifter
sw-33-ts-stuff · 1 year
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Okay okay okay but imagine y/n is like a werewolf but a cat if that makes sense? And as a cat they get cuddly, purr and just really loving. Especially when it's towards Wednesday 😏 They aren't together but you can tell there's feelings there... The purring low-key gives it away. When they're alone (the writing hour) the cat gets cuddly
Oooo it’s been a minute 😭😭 I hope I did this right for you
3rd Person POV
Enid watched as a black cat strode confidently from the balcony into her room, settling itself by her roommates typewriter.
She glanced at her watch knowing she would soon come in for her usual writing hour. The cat stretched licking its paws as if it had just finished a delicious feast.
We did just have dinner.
The werewolf suddenly felt her brows furrow realizing the cat may not just be a cat. She sniffed the air trying to place the scent when Wednesday waltzed in.
Her eyes quickly falling to the dark creature on her desk. She walked up slowly nuzzling under its chin as it began to purr.
Enid felt her eyebrows raise at the sight, Wednesday and affection were two things she didn't think ever went together.
"Enid your need for useless gossip should be able to tell me who this cat belongs to." She looked to the taller girl who shrugged in return.
"Never seen it until now but I'll ask around I'm sure someone's wondering where it is."
Wednesday sat at her desk chair slightly pushed back as the creature plopped itself right on her lap.
Wednesday paused slightly glaring at the cat.
"You're getting far too comfortable." Yellow eyes just slowly blinked back at her before softly kneading it's paws creating a nest on her lap. Enid almost cooed at the sight of it.
The goth rolled her eyes as she adjusted herself.
"I refuse to let you interrupt my writing so either get lost or don't move." The cat purred slightly as if letting her know it understood.
She blew out a breath before the usual sound of fingertips hitting keys filled the room, Enid's headphones already on as Thing read on of her magazines on her bed.
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Wednesday walked into the Weathervane her usual booth occupied by an intruder. She felt her gaze harden at the sight of them. They sat tall as they'd glanced to the book on the table, slender fingers picking up a glass cup and sipping slowly as if they didn't plan to leave any time soon.
"Howdy roomie let's-" Enid blanched at the sight of someone sitting in their usual booth. She already knew that Wednesday was not one for abrupt changes to her routine. She glanced to the girl putting a hand up before she walked towards you.
"Hi." She looked down suddenly realizing you were wearing the same uniform she was. Her eyebrows furrowed as she suddenly lost her train of thought.  "I haven't seen you around school?"
You looked up to the werewolf eyes shining in recognition. "I like to keep to myself."
She nodded. "So if you wouldn't mind this is Wednesday and I's usual booth and-"
"I am more than happy to share-"
"Y/n." Wednesday interrupted the both of you.
Enid grew more confused. "You two know each other?"
You nod to the fur as you go to elaborate, Wednesday cutting you off. "We share a few classes together."
Enid watched the two of you interact and felt the gears in her head begin to turn. She looked to Wednesday's face once more realizing there was something underneath the usual look of indifference and slight agitation. She watched her eyebrows for a second to see if they would give any indication to what she was feeling but found none. She then looked to her eyes not a glare but still not happy, set firmly in its usual deadpan. Her lips the usual frown-
Wait a minute.
She found her cheeks weren't as pale as they usually are and almost gasped out loud as she saw Wednesdays eyes weren't holding your gaze but slowly scanning over you.
"I was just telling Enid I'm more than happy to share the booth with you both."
Enid watched you next and found your hands had a slight shake to them as you placed your cup back down.
"I suppose that will be acceptable." Her neck snapped to the smaller girl who began to settle into the seat across from you. She sat next to Wednesday who scowled.
Wednesday began to take out the book she was reading as you continued on as if nothing changed. At least that's how it would look to anyone else, Enid watched as you would glance to Wednesday when she wasn't looking eyes dilating to the point your irises were overshadowed like, like-
Enid sniffed the air subtly before realization hit her like a truck. She glanced to her roommate to find her staring at you from over her book and shook her head in amusement.
Maybe she’ll let her figure this one out on her own.
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ofc-fics · 1 year
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I Know You Feel It; The Shift (Larissa Weems) NSFW
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Usually, once you and Larissa got going, nothing short of Armageddon could pry the 2 of you apart. But you'd been considering something for some time. You just couldn't bring up something sexual when you weren't in the bed.
But, now you were. You hovered over the pliant blonde laying on her back. One of your legs was trapped between hers, grinding upward into where she needed it most. You felt, just on the other side of the wetness spread all along your thigh, her throbbing core. It wept more and more for you as your thumb rotated against her clit. Your lips and tongue closed around her nipple, smirking at the sounds falling from her lips.
Larissa had no control over herself, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her relief. You wanted to ease up to have this conversation, but if she agreed, edging her was a poor idea. You bore down on the shapeshifter's bundle of wound nerves. Her voice rose 5 octaves, but cut off halfway through. You worked her through her orgasm, apparently bringing her higher halfway based on the next 3 octaves. You hoped the dogs couldn't hear her. Bringing her down was easy, speaking lowly and touching her face softly. Your thumb grazed her bottom lip, spreading her own slick like a lip gloss.
You trailed your fingers - the dry ones - down her blonde hair, awing that you had the privilege of witnessing the woman before you.
Eventually, Larissa's eyes uncrossed enough to open and she frowned in concern. "Did I do something wrong?"
You frowned in your own horrified concern.
"You never stop after 2."
You did have a habit of overstimulating her when she was, for once, under you. "No, no. I just wanted to talk about something with you."
Larissa tried to scoot back to sit up, but her jello legs refused to obey. "You want to talk during sex time." She looked around for something to grab onto. "I did something."
You laughed, cupping her face to still her. "You're so much like your students." You kissed her, further smearing her tarnished make-up. "You did nothing wrong. I just have an idea." You savored the taste of her lust, sucking on your fingers.
That shut your sequoia up. You had many-a bedroom idea, and most of them left Larissa panting.
You bit your bottom lip out of nervousness, even as Larissa's gaze burned a hole through you. "I-" You twirled some of her wrecked blonde locks, your spit keeping them curled. Funny, for someone who'd thought about this conversation so much, you were unprepared to start it.
Larissa reached up now to cup your cheeks. "What is it, darling?" she asked kindly, though her face showed her excitement.
"You're a shapeshifter," you blurted out.
Her over-worked features lost all excitement, enthusiasm, all positivity. She laid back, entirely despondent. If you didn't know Larissa, you'd have missed the tell-tale signs of her tears. Her face turned away from you. "Who do you want me to become?" she asked flatly.
Rage boiled up in you. Usually, her trauma left you enraged at the perpetrator, but she really doubted you. Your fingers closed around her throat, holding hard. "The only person I intend to see in my bed is already in it," you growled out. She looked at you again, sapphire eyes wide at your display. "And if you haven't figured that out by now, I'm in the wrong relationship. You clearly don't know me so we shouldn't even be in a relationship, hmm?"
Those eyes so hard and cold in the daylight were regretful and horny now. She was terribly shocked by your actions and helplessly turned on.
Your eyes had a fire of their own in them, as you took over wearing the pants between you two.
"No..." Larissa whimpered out, sounding weaker and more pathetic than you'd ever seen her.
"No?" you asked in a still pissed off tone. You slammed your hand against her wet cunt. She jolted and let out a whine. "I came to you. Swallowed my embarrassment." You followed the turned head so you were all she saw despite how she writhed. You were still slapping her clit, again and again, which likely caused her disobedient movement, but your vision tunneled onto her hurt face and her 1st conclusion. "Had the words, and you... assumed. You hurt me. With that. Thinking the worst. Of me." You pinched and circled her clit tortuously before returning to your slaps. "I wanted you pretty clit into a big cock, but no." You turned her face away from you at the stunned and turned on gasp. "But you... guessed. Guessed what I wanted. Guessed.... another face." Tears leaked down her splotchy face at the extreme ecstasy you provided via your offended outlash. "Thought I wanted a face-" you moved your head to lay it on the pillow besides hers and faced her squeezing her throat harder (the puddle in your palm grew) "my face covered with someone else's." You growled through your disgusted expression.
Larissa was wrong. She had been very wrong; wrong, wrong, wrong. Her mind couldn't pull itself together and hold the thoughts to get past that simple conclusion. She wanted to do something to make it up to you because you were right. She'd jumped the gun and assumed the worst. And you'd always been the best of her. Your patience got through many of her insecurities and your compassion had been one of the miracles that drew her in. Now, you had neither and she'd never been wetter. It appeared she only wanted to be respected in the streets. Still, she tried to concentrate, even as you took  your frustrations out on her. And that made it so much harder. You wanted one more orgasm from her.
When you corrected your stance, stretching straight, she focused her thoughts and her power to alter herself. You didn't even notice the change. Despite the urge to reciprocate your treatment, this was an apology. She reached up, taking your face with one hand and the other went down. She reached up your skirt worn just for her, and pushed her panties aside. She hummed low in her throat and felt her domm energy coming back. "I'm sorry," she admitted.
You scoffed, reached down to halt her via her wrist. "You're so- ha!" you had to cut yourself off.
Despite the hold on your wrist, you held no power over the Headmistress. Her sure fingers stretched out and felt all of your slick. You'd been thinking about the idea for a few days and a consequence had been you were always turned on. All you had to do was see Larissa.
She didn't have the arm power to apply much pressure with her touch, but she hardly needed any strength to make you weak. As she mindlessly explored, you canted into her fingers. You gasped and tried to maintain your position and put more strength behind your anger. However, righteous as it was, it was slipping. Her fingertips spread your lower lips and you heard the wet sound. "You're so wet from getting me off."
You gritted your teeth, trying to cling to your control, and the emotion that put you in control. "There was also an idea; not sure if you recall, that mighta-"
The hand on your face moved to your hip and the hand you held moved somewhere you could neither see nor feel, despite your continued hold. You were pulled down in an instant and filled even quicker. You came to the very abrupt conclusion that Larissa had followed through with your idea and that was the source of this fabulous burn. You were full, stretched, and warm. Your heart was in your throat and your breaths came in quick.
"You're wet enough," Larissa deduced. "That was very easy," she mocked you. Both hands clamped your hips, pulling you forward. You gasped from your core. She brought you up and jerked her hips back. They snapped back up as you came back down. A few expletives fell from your lips as breathless pants. She found several easy rhythms, switching between them all. You stared into her delighted eyes the entire time, watching every reaction to your every noise. She made you bounce, rock, she spin inside you, grinding your hips together. Her new cock head nudged your g-spot every time she rotated into you, sinking deeper. Eventually, she stuck to the two of you working together to bring you up and Larissa using her considerable strength to slam you back down. Every time she did so, you let out a yelp.
You felt like a beach, heavy with sand, wave after wave piling up in your brain; connected to something much bigger which wished to overwhelm you. You, rather embarrassingly, squalled as she bared her thumb against your clit, similarly to how you'd done her earlier. "Puh-please, La-" you cut yourself off again and whined as the building waves crashed. You tensed and fell against Larissa, riding out the shockwaves. You could have drifted to another continent, but the blonde was holding you tight, anchoring you to her when your endless patience finally ran out. You hummed as a new set of shocks jolted through you, an involuntary response to Larissa's wet warmth filling you.
You were panting when your mind became your own again.
The blonde cradling you shook her head. "You didn't need to beg. I'm sorry. I should have believed in you. You've never given me reason to doubt you."
"If doubt were logical, it would be certainty."
The blonde looked down at you. "If you're having such logical thought, I clearly didn't do my job right. I'm also sorry that's all I've got."
You rolled off the woman, still breathing hard. "You had 3, in 30 minutes. You're allowed a break." You laughed.
Larissa rolled over to lay half-way on top of you. She was breathing just as hard as you, body returned to its natural state, including a developing bruise on her neck. She kissed your collarbone and whispered to your already spent form, "I love you."
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captain-lessship · 1 year
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Request: Could you do one for Wednesday Addams x a mischievous shapeshifter/Loki-esque male reader?
A/N: I wrote this reader to be a sort of prankster. I honestly wouldn’t mind writing more for this version of reader if a lot of you want me to. I had fun with this! Thank you for requesting <3
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A bird was  perched in the rafters listening to her type in her type writer. It  had been up there for a while, just listening. 
 Boredom struck the crow, causing it to float down to her, landing on her desk, looking at her. Black eyes scanning.
Her eyes never left the typewriter, “You know it’s not polite to lurk.” 
The bird cawed at her, before slowly shifting, black smoke covering parts of the creature as arms grew from its wings, feathers shrinking up into skin. It grew in size, parts of it twisting and snapping, returning to a human size and shape. With a caw like laugh, it spoke. You spoke.
“C’mon Wednesday! Let’s do something.” You swung your legs as you sat on the desk.
“Such as?”
You gleamed at the fact she even was thinking about it. It took a lot to get the love of your life to do anything non-melancholic. “I was thinking we go on a nice walk and I heard that they are having a party down by the lake?”
“Enid told me.”
You decided to add something for Wednesday, “With parties, comes bonfires, with bonfires, scary stories.”
“I believe I am following.” She said, a glimmer in her eye. 
You grabbed her hand pulled her up from her chair, spun her around. “Let’s go, come on.” 
She barely smiled at your affectionate action, moving to her jacket. You straightened your varsity jacket from your old school and re-tied your shoes. 
You had gotten expelled because of your prank. You played basketball and the opposing teams mascot was a leopard. You decided that it would be funny to shape shift and it was:
Until someone called animal control and you got shot with a tranquilizer dart. 
You and Wednesday carefully walked to her balcony, you looked to Wednesday, “Do you want help getting down?”
“I will take the drain pipe.” She said, throwing her leg over the ledge. You watched her carefully as she slid down. You, wanting to show off, flung out your arms, the same black smoke covering you. This time, as long, black shimmering snake, you entered the drain pipe, slinking through and coming out the at the end. You stopped at Wednesdays feet, looking up to her.
“I love the look but I prefer when you can talk to me. Even if you make no sense.” 
With a somehow loving hiss, you shifted back into your form Wednesday knew and loved. It had taken you two years, a lot of near death experiences and patience for you both to be like this with each other. 
You had started out hating each other. She stepped on your tail while your were in dog form and you hated her from that moment til you were forced to interact because of educations worst attributes: Group work. 
Slowly, you forgave her and became some resemblance of friends, to true friends, to confidant, eventually ending as lovers. 
You fell first. How could you not? Her sarcasm, her misdirection and her bluntness is what you need. You had realized this when you ended up biting a supposed-to-be-dead pilgrim’s arm. 
Wednesday fell in love the next year, you were sitting, as a crow, in a tree. You were watching over Eugene, whom you both considered a younger brother like figure. Wednesday fell in love with the your passion, your resilience, your slight arrogance. 
Many were amazed when they saw you, arm draped over Wednesday’s shoulder, walking and laughing with her and her looking happy about it. You both made sure to take care and understand each other.
Wednesday didn’t like extravagant displays of affection and you had a need for physical touch. So you two went with the shoulder position and hand holding. Her hands fit perfectly in yours and she was surprised when she noticed this. 
She remembered that her father told her people are made to interact, physical or not. She loved holding your hand but she also loved watching you from afar. 
You loved pulling her into hugs and you loved listening to her do anything. Typing, walking, talking and her heartbeat. 
You could find each other in a dark room if you were asked. That’s how you described it to other people. 
With in a few minutes, you both could hear the laughter of your school mates and light. You both stopped, Wednesday looked at you.
“Story of the Evergreen Woodsman?”
You smiled, you teeth glowing in the faint firelight that shined through the tree. 
“It will be the performance of the century!” You said, slowly backing away further from the party. You began shifting.
Wednesday walked through the trees, surprising everyone.
“Oh my god, you came!” Enid said from her place beside Ajax. She motioned the girl over. Wednesday sat beside her.
“Did I miss anything?”
“Nah,” Ajax said, “We are just kinda chilling. Make a s’more.”
Wednesday grabbed the stick and bag of marshmallows the Gorgon handed her. She began toasting one when Xavier stood up.
“Alright alright, we all know the tradition, stories. Know who wants to tell one.”
There was a pause before Wednesday handed her the flaming marshmallow to Enid.
Xavier looked at her, “Try not to scare us to bad.” He laughed as he went to go sit back down.
Wednesday took his spot, facing the party goers.
“In these woods, a long time ago, there was a logging camp, before Nevermore was there and before the Gates family bought it.”
The winds slowly blew, making the reflection of the moon in the water shiver and shake. 
“One man, Todd Gragg, was a dedicated lumberjack. He would show up early and stay late. He worked hard and helped everyone and he was well liked, except his co-worker, Jason Luke. Jason hated Todd and was plotting how to get a leg up on Todd.”
You snapped a couple limb, catch the attention of only a few.
“Jason finally saw a way: Todd always sharpened his axe after his shift. No one was around. The plan was to damage the axe after Todd was done with it.” 
You slowly moved forward getting to where you could move quickly. 
“Todd sharpened the blade, once satisfied, he slammed it down into the stump. He stood up and began walking away, Jason quickly walked to the axe and tried to pull it from the stump. It wasn’t coming loose. He tugged hard, pulling with all he could.”
You stomped loudly, making everyone look around.
“It came out of the stump.”
Another stomp.
“It flung from Jason’s hands..”
You ran out of the tree line, screaming “Right into my head!” 
Screams ensued, a few stood to run, only realizing your laughter. You were doubled over, laughing your heart out as you return to your normal size.
“You shoulda seen the looks on your all faces.”
“C’mon you two!” Enid said, still shaky from the scare. 
You grinned a Cheshire grin as you walked to Wednesday, throwing your arm around her shoulder, “We got them real good, cailín álainn.”
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nightingalespen · 3 months
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Signed L.W
Author's note:
Hi all, I am so excited to share my first fanfic. This is a huge milestone for me, as I have always been an admirer of fanfiction and its writers. The writing process on this particular story has been a true whirlwind of emotions but I am proud of how this first chapter has turned out. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do and I can't wait to share the next few chapters in just a couple of days. I love y'all and hope you like the fic xoxo Nightingalespen 💋💫
Chapter 1 :
The reader enjoys a serene walk in Central Park, captivated by the beauty of the autumn season. They have a chance encounter with a striking silver-haired woman, leaving them intrigued and regretful for not learning more about her. Determined to break free from their mundane routine, they plan to meet their friend Harper for an exciting adventure in the city.
Chapter 1
Reader’s POV~
As you stepped onto the familiar path that meandered through Central Park on a crisp fall day, a steaming cup of coffee in your hand, you couldn't help but smile at the vibrant hues of oranges, yellows, and reds that adorned the surrounding trees. The cool breeze rustled the leaves, creating a mesmerizing symphony that serenaded your every step. With each inhalation, the air carried the unmistakable aroma of decaying leaves, leaving an earthy scent lingering in your nose. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dancing shadows upon the ground, almost as if the trees themselves were eager to join in the autumn festivities. As you took a sip from your warm cup, the soothing liquid traveled down your throat, radiating a comforting warmth throughout your body. The sip of caffeine invigorated your senses, enhancing the already delightful experience of being in the heart of nature. Your eyes wandered as you strolled through the park, capturing snippets of laughter from families playing in the nearby playground and the distant hum of street performers entertaining passersby. More and more people appeared, each reveling in the wonders of the season, clad in cozy sweaters and scarves, their breath forming small, airy clouds in the chilly air.
Lost in the tranquil ambiance of the park, your attention was suddenly diverted as you accidentally bumped into someone. Startled, you looked up to find a striking silver vixen standing before you, her piercing sapphire eyes reflecting the surrounding landscape. She possessed an air of elegance, with every strand of her silver updo meticulously in place. Apologizing for your clumsiness, you couldn't help but notice how this chance encounter punctuated the enchantment of the fall day. The silver vixen seemed to acknowledge your words with a nod, as if understanding your apology. One could say, “She exuded an awe-inspiring elegance, heightened by her extraordinary height. Her attire, a tasteful blend of vintage pieces, bold initials adorning her handbag, her hair impeccably coiffed in a blonde Alfred Hitchock-esque style, asserting its role as an accent to her wardrobe.” For a brief moment, time stood still. As you watched the silver vixen disappear into the distance, an inexplicable pang of regret washed over you. You cursed yourself inwardly for not mustering the courage to inquire about her name, to unravel the mystery behind her presence in the park. How could you let such an extraordinary encounter slip away without even knowing who she was? With a sigh, you continued to navigate through the bustling park, your thoughts consumed by the missed opportunity. As you walked, the crunching of leaves beneath your shoes mirrored the turmoil within your mind. The vibrant colors of fall, once so captivating, now seemed to pale in comparison to the older woman’s allure. 
Larissa’s POV~
As she made her way through the bustling crowd of Central Park, a sudden jolt caused her to stumble backwards. She turned around and lowered her gaze, expecting to find an apologetic face, but instead, she was met with the sight of a young woman, clutching her coffee cup tightly in one hand, her face drawn with worry. It was clear she had been entirely absorbed in her own world, unaware of her surroundings. And in that moment, she couldn't help but become captivated by her.
Her graceful features and youthful energy were truly enchanting. The way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, the mischief that twinkled in her eyes, and the genuine warmth that radiated from her smile all seemed to make her simply adorable. She couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this young woman who seemed completely lost in her own little world while she clung onto her precious cup of coffee. As she hurriedly apologized for the collision, Larissa reassured her with a simple nod of her head that it was a mere accident, though secretly, she cherished the brief encounter. 
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brienneoftarth1989 · 10 months
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Larissa Weems x fem reader
Summary: - As the newest outcast teacher at Nevermore you made it your mission to find who was which outcast. However you were stumped about Larissa until one night you finally got it right
Warnings: graphic violence
Requests open
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You have been working at Nevermore for the past six months and since you have been here you have been trying your best to figure out what kind of outcasts your colleagues were. I mean you could’ve asked your colleagues but that was no fun. You liked to make a game out of it.
You have always had a curious soul about things and considering you were the history teacher at Nevermore Academy you’ve always liked to know about the past and you especially like knowing everyone else's history.
However you do have your limits. You didn’t want to pry too much to the point where you made people uncomfortable. Like you said you just had a curious personality. The first colleague you were able to guess right was coach Vlad.
He was a vampire. You knew that Vlad was a very common name among the vampire world so it came to no surprise to find out he was one. You and the fencing coach became quite close immediately when you started. You had a lot in common in terms of your personality so the two of you always seemed to have a laugh together.
You were officially told by coach Vlad that he was a vampire after you both sat in the staff canteen. It was 9:00 and he had a glass of what looked to be red wine. You out of pure curiosity asked why he was drinking at this time of the morning with humour behind your question.
That was when he informed you that it was not wine he was drinking but in fact blood. He told you that he was a vampire and every so often he needed to replenish his body with fresh blood. It was nice that he trusted you enough to tell the truth.
Over time you managed to get closer and closer with your colleagues and eventually found out what outcasts they were. Mr Fitts, who taught English, was a werewolf. Miss Hilda Boom, who taught supernatural studies, was a psychic, no surprise there. Mr Raiden Cooper who taught outcast anatomy was a siren. Mr Henry Darwin who taught astronomy was a gorgon.
You also learnt that Marilyn Thornhill who taught botanical sciences was in fact not an outcast and was therefore a normie. It makes sense that Larissa hired a teacher that wasn’t an outcast considering she is trying desperately for outcasts and normies to have a stronger relationship.
Speaking of Larissa she was the one person you couldn’t seem to figure out. You’ve tried to get close to the headmistress but she isn’t one for making friends. Even if you never figured out what type of outcast Larissa was, you still wanted to be her friend but she wouldn’t let anyone get too close to her. She differently has trust issues due to something in her past.
You had a hunch as to what type of outcast she was but you had no hard core evidence that it was true. You believed that she was a shapeshifter due to her height. Shapeshifters are known to be very tall and beautiful but that was the only evidence you had and it could’ve been a coincidence.
That was until the night of the funfair. The night had a relatively normal start to it. You were chaperoning the kids at the local funfair which would show up in town a few times of the year. Providing the children had permission on a selected night they would get to go down and enjoy the night.
You were also allowed to enjoy the night but you also had to be around to keep an eye on the students. You knew what the normie kids could be like around the students so it was important to keep an eye on everyone to make sure nothing broke out. The night was going smoothly until you saw Wednesday start chasing Rowan into the woods.
You were highly concerned considering the students were not supposed to leave the fairground let alone go into the woods without permission. You chased after them hoping you would catch up with them quickly as you didn’t want either of them to get hurt as you didn’t know what was going on.
“Wednesday! Rowan!” you shouted searching the woods for the two students. However you were shocked when you came to an opening to see that Wednesday was pinned to a tree with Rowan using his telekinesis powers to keep her there. Just as you were about to intervene you watched this huge monster run out from deep in the woods.
You stood in shock as you watched this beast tear Rowan’s body apart. You let out this deafening scream which seemed to scare the monster causing it to run back to where it came from. You immediately ran over to Wednesday.
“Are you alright?” you asked, picking up her weak body trying to shield her eyes from the massacre in front of her. However it was already too late. You heard Wednesday scream into your chest at the sight of her friend. She was tough but this would be enough to traumatise anyone.
You carried Wednesday to your car and let her rest there before going to find Principal Weems. “Larissa, there has been a massive incident. I just watched this huge beast tear Rowan’s body apart in the woods. Wednesday witnessed everything as well but I’ve taken her to my car at the moment” you said as quickly as you could so Larissa could deal with the matter at hand quickly.
“Thanks for letting me know. I will see if I can sort this out. I don’t want the sheriff finding out just yet as they will immediately blame us for this tragic event. Inform the other staff members here to get the remaining students back to Nevermore effective immediately” she said before storming off in the direction of the forest.
The next half an hour you spent finding your colleagues and helping them find the rest of the students. After about an hour you had finally managed to round up all the students and get back to Nevermore. You also spoke to Enid and told her to keep an eye on Wednesday and if there are any issues to come find you immediately.
Over the next few days everyone around Nevermore was on edge including yourself. You had tried to speak to Larissa about what happened but she wouldn’t tell you anything that was going on. You found it quite bizarre with how secretive she was being about this. You thought she might’ve given you some insight to everything that happened considering you informed her about what happened.
You let it go. You decided you needed to move on with everything because it was clear that Larissa wasn’t going to give you anymore information. However you were shook to your core when you watched Rowan walk past you and walk into Larissa’s office. Were you dreaming? That was definitely Rowan.
But that was impossible. You watched Rowan die. You saw the state of his body and there is no possible way he could’ve come back from that and you knew that no outcast would be able to use their power to bring him back to life.
You were suspicious. There was no way that was Rowan so who the hell was it. You followed Rowan however you stopped at the giant oak doors resting your ear against the wood trying to get a listen as to what was being said. You managed to find out that ‘Rowan’ was going back home so would be leaving this afternoon to go to the train station.
This was the perfect opportunity. You rushed to your room to get changed into a different outfit as well as grabbing a hat and a pair of sunglasses. You then immediately went to the train station to start your investigation. You sat for about an hour when you saw Rowan walk onto the platform.
You watched as Rowan walked into the restrooms but were shocked to see someone else walk out a couple minutes late. A tall blonde man. That was strange because you never saw him enter the restroom. You had been very observant over the last hour so you would’ve seen him walk into that bathroom.
You decided to follow him. You had a feeling that this person would help give you answers. You followed them into a darker area of the station making sure you kept a decent distance between the two of you so they didn’t become suspicious.
However when you watched the man walk into the dark shadows, so you were surprised to see Larissa emerge. You were right. She was a shapeshifter and now you had the proof with your own eyes. “Larissa?” you questioned as you walked closer to the tall woman.
Larissa quickly snapped her neck to look at you realising she had been caught shifting. “Of course it would be you that would find out the truth about me. I heard that you were going around trying to find out who was what kind of outcast” she moaned at you. “So spit it out, now you know I’m a shifter who do you want me to turn into?” she asked.
You just stood there in shock. “I don’t want you to turn into anyone” you said shyly looking down at your feet. “So why have you been so desperate to find out about everyone’s abilities then?” she questioned you. “I’m a history teacher Larissa. I just enjoy learning about everything but I know my limits. All I ever wanted was to be your friend Larissa. I’ve been able to make friends with everyone but you” you sighed, still looking at your feet before eventually making eye contact with her.
“I’m sorry y/n, I’ve always been secretive about my abilities. People have never trusted me because they didn’t know if I was shifting into other people and the people who did trust me always wanted me to shift into someone else” she sighed. You could see she was hurt by her past.
“Let's go back to Nevermore Larissa. Just know that I didn’t mean for you to feel uncomfortable. I really just wanted to know you better. Why don’t we open a nice bottle of red that I have in my room? We can just chill out and get to know each other a bit better” you smiled as you walked past Larissa to start heading back to Nevermore.
“That would be nice y/n” Larissa said as she followed behind you.
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Tyler Galpin x reader.
Warning: I have not proofread this, but am curious to know if people want more Wednesday content. 
Language, Romantic themes, violent themes, and bullying themes. 
Hope you enjoy 🙂
Y/N = Your Name
Y/C = Your Colour
There’s more to leading a double life than people perceive. There’s the constant state of paranoia, the guilt of deception, the constant looming anxiety that one day, something so small, unpredictable, and avoidable, will catch you out at any moment. But that drive for survival is so strong, the desperation for acceptance, the longing to fit in…to be normal. That’s how I justified my double life, but it didn’t stop all those horrible feelings from being a constant on my mind. 
I didn’t ask to be like this, I didn’t want to be like this. Jericho was meant to be an extension of the safe haven that the gates of Nevermore promised its students. But Jericho was anything but. Normies in Jericho simply tolerated the freaks and the outcasts, it was no secret that the small economy of Jericho was carried by the profits, and donations of Evermore Academy. My Aunt, Principal Larissa Weems, ensured that was handled. 
Being a shapeshifter, I always thought if I didn’t use my powers, if I ignored them, then I didn’t need to worry about upholding the identity of an outcast. But being a Weems, my family wasn’t going to neglect tradition and send me to a normie school, just because I was indifferent to the way I was born. Every shapeshifter is born with a ‘primary state’. For the Weems, that platinum icy blonde hair was a dominant gene, characteristic of every member of the Weems bloodline. It was like a stamp of identity. Any outcast could easily identify a member of the Weems family. Shapeshifters, especially Weems, were perceived as beautiful, elegant, and exquisite forms of human embodiment. However, a slash to the face from a Siren as a child, a very rare form of magic, left my primary state scarred for life. Siren attacks left a very distinct mark on a person. The scars never heal normally, leaving a distinctive dark indigo mark across one’s body. Nothing that could be hidden from a normie. The mark left from a Siren was too…inconceivable and whimsical to be ignored. Because of my distinct features, there was no hiding that I was truly and undeniably an outcast without the use of magic. Something growing up, I was so adamant I was never going to use, even after the attack. 
Being the relative of the Principal of Nevermore also made me public enemy number one amongst my so-called ‘peers’ at the academy. I didn’t like to refer to them as my peers, peers alluded to a being of equality, and friendliness, however, nobody wanted to engage with the relative of authority. While everyone had their cliques, roomies, and friendly acquaintances, being ‘That Weems Weirdo’ equated to a lonely existence. Nevermore caters to the Freaks, Outcasts and Monsters, but being a weirdo was not something on the cards even Nevermore students had the patience to tolerate. 
Rejected by the community I was born into, and rejected by the Normies. I was used to loneliness, but even the loneliest of lonely needed companionship. The Weathervane Cafe was my source of companionship. While I was still Y/N at Weathervane, I wasn’t the Weems Weirdo, I wasn’t plagued by Siren scars. To the normies at Jericho, I was Y/N, the reliable cafe worker, Y/C hair, Y/C eyes, familiar and comforting smile that came free with every beverage, slice and scone served. At Weathervane, I could live the life I wanted so desperately, to be an unextraordinary, perfectly ordinary normie. 
The daily smell of roasted coffee beans, the sound of rustling newspapers, and books, the gentle chatter of Jericho residents, the students of Jericho High consuming dangerous amounts of caffeine as they desperately crammed for tests during late night study sessions, even the burns from the milk frotther that sent a searing pain down my fingertips. All these wonderfully ordinary things brought me more joy to me than one could possibly imagine. But there was one thing that my job at Weathervane that brought me more happiness than anything else in the world, normie or outcast. Tyler Galpin. Since the day I started at Weathervane, Tyler had always been there with a welcoming smile on his face. The Weathervane would fall to nothing if it weren’t for reliable Tyler Galpin working the late shifts, picking up the slack when someone else didn’t pull their weight, the one to call when someone called in sick. But more than that Tyler was extremely charming, caring, responsible…copiously enchanting. 
I had the pleasure of meeting Tyler Galpin during my first shift at Weatherwave. ‘Just do whatever he says kid’ the manager had said, leaving the entire store to the control of two high-school students. The manager rarely had made appearances at the cafe since then. ‘Hey I’m Tyler…and you areee Y/N’ he said, leaning down perceptively to read my name tag. I simply nodded, shaking his large fingers that were warm, compared to my cold ones that had treaded through the cold frost of Jericho. Tyler walked me through everything I needed to know, from making espressos, stock intake, dishes and cleaning, to heating up cheese scones at the perfect temperature for serving. ‘So, this is a small town, and I’ve never seen you at Jericho High…are you a Nevermore student?’ He asked curiously. I’d seen how normies in this town had treated students of Nevermore. They were targets for bullying, scapegoats to explaining the inexplicable mysteries, ostracised from the majority of the town. I shook my head, the beginning of the double life I had built a year on in my awkward ‘friendship’ with Tyler. ‘So where do you go to school then?’ He had asked. ‘My parents prefer homeschooling’ I lied. ‘What do your parents do?’ He followed without a moment to think. ‘They keep to themselves…do lots of different jobs as they come along. Mostly working in investments and money’. Not a complete lie…but an extension of the truth. Unfortunately, my branch of the Weems family was a dark one…theft, robbery, and money laundering. My parents wanted a family of junior criminals and kleptomaniacs…I was a disappointment. ‘Where do you live?’ He then asked. ‘On the outskirts of town…we’re off any main road, my house is basically isolated amongst farmland.’ I cringed at that, certainly a creative way of describing Nevermore. 
Tyler never pushed for more information, it was evident my brief and uninteresting answers were enough to satisfy his curiosities about me. Admiring him from afar was my safest option to keep Tyler in my life, even though I desperately craved his attention more. The shy quiet one from work, homeschooled, lives nowhere specific…a normal but eerie identity. 
Weekends were my favourite. Weekends meant freedom, meant I could leave the gates of Nevermore and immerse myself into the world of which I longed to be part. Leaving the grounds of Nevermore, I could utilise my powers to live the life I wanted. After multiple events, injuries and damage, students with Shapeshifting abilities were prohibited from being able to use their powers outside of classroom activity. A rule insured by the enchantment placed across Nevermore's grounds, but not one that could extend outside it. 
But most of all, the weekend roster meant working at the Weathervane, and weekend shifts at Weathervane meant late nights with Tyler.
Weekends were usually busy, serving both normies and outcasts, my normie shape-shift form undetectable to both. We usually went through a few sacks of coffee beans on a good weekend day, double if it was cold, which Jericho normally was. My conversations with Tyler mostly consisted of conveying orders to one another. But when the sun had set, and the cafe was quiet, Tyler would normally strike up a conversation in the absence of customers, through to closing time and final clean up. Tyler could hold a conversation about anything, or make any bleak moment interesting. My personal favourite activities of his are ‘invent a drink’ or ‘tidy up dance parties’. Nonsensical, but fun activities to pass the time during late night shifts…something especially exclusive to the pair of us. Tidy-up dance parties happened every weekend. Once the doors were locked, and customers were gone, Tyler would run around the store, shut all the blinds, turn the lights down, and turn the music up. He’d even taken the time to create a Tidy up dance party playlist on his phone. A welcome change of tune from the jazz-music that the manager insisted on playing for background music during the day. Tyler would use his mop as a dance partner, a microphone, and a puppet, as he nonsensically lip-synced and danced around the room. When all was done, and the lights went out, the quiet main street of Jericho completely vacant, he would always offer me a ride home. He would plead, and insist, but I always gave the same excuses. ‘I live in the total opposite direction you’re going’ or ‘my father texted, he’s on his way to pick me up’. He always seemed unconvinced, but I’d insist he goes home instead of wait. After long shifts and late night dance parties, it was never hard to convince him to go home to his warm bed. Once he’d gone, I’d make my way back to Nevermore, taking a shortcut through the woods, and transform back to the scarred, icy haired body I truly was.
Tyler was charismatic, chatty, inviting, and funny…all social skills I failed to possess. Quiet, selectively mute, shy, embarrassed. However my nature, no matter how unintended it may be, never seemed to phase Tyler. Every shift, he always had some funny joke up his sleeve, or secret tales from the sheriff’s office, copious theories and stories to go along with them. Many of these theories however all seemed to be rooted back to Nevermore…I could never tell if he admired or despised the place. But for one thing, Tyler had an insatiable curiosity for the stranger things in life. One, in particular, Wednesday Addams. 
I remember the day Wednesday Addams came to Jericho. She certainly caused a stir at Nevermore. Unlike myself, she wasn’t a complete social outcast, in fact, her uninterested state of existence in engaging with her peers at Nevermore made her mysteriously endearing. An infectious repute that existed outside the gates of Nevermore as well…one that primarily intrigued the attention of Tyler Galpin. 
Wednesday was a frequent visitor to the Weathervane Cafe. If ever she even walked past the store, Tyler had his eyes set upon her, watching her as she appeared from one window and disappeared behind the next. Wednesday was no different to how she was in school, short, direct, and unamused. Many people at Nevermore lost patience with her, but a few notable individuals were drawn to her. Tyler, being one of them. Tyler always knew her coffee order, he consistently tried to amuse her with the same jokes that had made me smile. It was one thing seeing the person you liked fall so hard for another, but it was even more discouraging when the person they admired poses such toxic, almost deleterious stature unceasingly. Wednesday, by no means, was a bad person, but she was certainly not shy in letting everyone around her feel as though she hated them. 
Another wet cold rainy Sunday in Jericho meant that the bustle of traffic in Weathervane Cafe was busier than normal. On days like this, the extent of conversation with Tyler ranged from ‘Cappuccino’ or ‘One caramel slice to go’. While the small moments with Tyler were lost to customers ordering all sorts of crazy drink concoctions, the busier we were meant a longer clean up. That is what made the busy days with rude customers worth it. 
As the day went on, with only two on staff, this meant no time for breaks. I could feel the swell of my ankles, the wave of nausea clouding my head as I slaved over the milk frother, the steam penetrating my face, sending hot shivers down my spine. I could feel my heart beating slower with every breath. By the time the cafe had settled down to a few customers, I didn’t feel I could catch my breath. My balance swayed as I shakily poured milk into the to-go cup, shakily reaching for a lid, struggling to clasp it onto the paper cup. I shifted my weight, placing one foot behind to catch myself before I fell, only to bump into the chest of a tall body. His long, muscly arms wrapped around my body, I could feel his chin propping against the top of my head as he gently caressed his hands around mine, steadying my shaking hands as he placed his palm on the top of my hands, clasping the lid onto the drink. He grabbed the coffee, taking a step back, placing his hand gently on the small of my back giving it a quick reassuring rub, his fingertips grazing across my side as he swiped his hand across, walking to give the customer their order. I leant forward, bracing myself against the counter. I couldn’t tell if it was due to exhaustion, or from the swooning, I had just received. 
‘What do you call a convention full of tired people?’ Tyler’s voice gently whispered into my ear. I smiled to myself, a little chuckle emitting at the disbelief. Was he really trying to crack a joke? I smiled to myself, lifting my chin only slightly, just enough to catch his gaze as he leant down on the counter, using his elbows to keep steady. ‘A snooze fest’ he smiled. I shook my head, a smile beaming at the ridiculousness of it. Tyler chuckled. ‘Just 45 more minutes Y/N, then we can lock the door and have a tidy-up dance party…we’ve earnt it’ he said, still leant down in order to catch my gaze. I simply nodded, grabbed my water bottle, and took a deep gulp to cool my body down. ‘Hey I was thinking…’ *Ding* Tyler’s sentence was interrupted by the cafe door opening. Tyler quickly gathered himself, standing to attention to see who had entered the store. ‘Wednesday’ he called with a smile. I could feel the mortal magic of infatuation drain from my body. Of course, it had to be Wednesday. ‘Quad Espresso?’ He asked, already reaching for a cup. ‘I need to speak to you Tyler…in private’ she said, her eyes dancing between Tyler and myself. ‘Ah..sure…yeah’ he said ‘You okay here for a moment Y/N?’ He questioned, already walking around to the front of the counter to follow Wednesday as she walked straight towards the exit. Wednesday stopped in her tracks, turning her head, glancing at me as she turned her head to the side at the sound of my name. ‘Shit’ I whispered to myself. While my appearance was different to my primary state which was so familiar to everyone at Nevermore, I hadn’t ever considered changing my name when I applied for a job at the Weatherwave. But in true Wednesday fashion, she sharply turned her head back towards the door, stiffly walking outside with Tyler in tow. 
I couldn’t help but feel sad, and insecure. It felt pathetic. I knew that Tyler was interested in Wednesday, that much was obvious…was it heartbreaking? Absolutely. Did I have any right to feel so betrayed and upset? Absolutely not. The cafe had few customers, and they had all been served. I couldn’t help but wonder. It was a stupid thought, it was creepy in fact. I don’t want to let this insecurity control me…but I couldn’t help it.
Before I could stop myself, I walked toward the back storage room, the smell of coffee beans, and the coolness of the refrigerator overwhelmed my senses as I walked deeper into the storage room. At the back of the storage fridge, a door led to the back of the building. I gently opened the door, propping it slightly ajar, just a crack…just enough to hear what was going on outside. I could hear Wednesday and Tyler chatting. Well…Wednesday talking at him. This was dumb, this was invasive. Why the hell was I doing this? It’s none of my business. I shook my head, disappointed in my own actions, shaking my head, making a step to walk away and leave the pair, but Tyler’s next sentence forced me to stay. 
‘You guys are having the Rave’N next weekend, right?’. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my heart dropping into my stomach. Many of Nevermore’s students had been in and out of the Weathervane today, talking about their outfits, their next shopping destination, some even carrying in paper bags, smiles on their faces as they sat in the booths, giving their friends a sneak peek of the contents of their bags. Wednesday mumbled to herself, and Tyler enquired further ‘So you’re not going?’ He questioned, almost with a tone of disappointment in his voice. I pressed my face against the door, my eye poking between the crack of the door in order to gauge the conversation. However, Wednesday, the perceptive girl she was quickly darted her head, her eyes catching mine. I quickly stepped back, the door slamming shut louder than I had hoped. I quickly paced towards the front of the cafe again, almost jogging. ‘Y/N?’ Tyler questioned. By the way, I so quickly stopped in my tracks, it was very clear by my stature I was trying not to be seen. I turned, swivelling on the balls of my feet, turning to face Tyler. He stood in the doorway, his hand on the doorknob. ‘I…I was looking for the rice milk’ I quickly stated. Almost demanding. He turned his head to the storage shelf behind the door. His arm quickly wrapped around the door, before turning back, holding out a carton. ‘I didn’t see anyone come in? Plus nobody ever asks for rice milk’ he stated chuckling. ‘Oh..um it’s for me’ I said, unconvincingly. He nodded, still holding out the carton as I stood, stuck in place, staring at his smirky face. ‘You gonna take it or not?’ He questioned, a slight breathy chuckle following. I shook my head, my head frazzled with guilt, I paced forward, my gaze directed at the floor as I grabbed the carton. My fingers gently brushed against his in exchange. I turned around walking back to the front. ‘Sorry, Wednesda…Wednesday? Where’d you go?’ He questioned confusingly. I paced forward, exiting the storage cupboard. 
‘Sorry about that’ Tyler chimed as he returned to the front of the counter. ‘Here’ he said, reaching across the counter, taking the rice milk from my hand. ‘I'll make you your usual yeah?’ He said a delighted smile on his face. I simply nodded. Truth be told…I hate rice milk. 
The final ding of the bell as the last customer exited the cafe was the sweetest music to my ears. Tyler quickly jogging across the room to lock the door before anyone attempted to get a last minute caffeine fix. The sun had set, and the dim streetlights illuminated the main square as shopkeepers closed up for the day. Tyler and I looked around the room, glaring at empty cups, spilt liquids, empty juice bottles and plates with crumbled remnants. I looked at Tyler, pursing my lips, shrugging my shoulders, as he returned the same gesture back. There was a lot to clean, and this was only in front of house. Without hesitating, Tyler walked along the windows, shutting each blind as he went, ready to begin the annual evening tidy-up festivities. 
Mop in hand, Tyler danced around the room, tapping his feet to the beat of the rhythm of the music. With my dirty dishcloth in hand, I laboured over the grubby table, cleaning until there was a reflective shine. ‘You know’ he said from behind ‘It’s not really a tidy-up dance party if I’m the only one dancing’ he said. I shrugged my shoulders, focus still on the table ‘I’m not much of a dancer’ I whispered back. A splash emitted, and the squeaky wheel of the mop bucket screeched as Tyler kicked the bucket across the room. I could see it roll out of my peripheral vision, giggling as it smacked against the wall. ‘I don’t think Mr Weathervane would like you doing that’ I sighed. ‘Mr Weathervane is never here, besides you and I are the only people practically keeping this place going’ he said, dramatically placing his hands on the sides of his hips. ‘C’mon Y/N…just one dance’ he begged. I turned around to find Tyler standing a few feet away from me, his hand extended out in invitation, one eyebrow lifted as if to say I dare you.  ‘My hands are grubby Tyler, honestly…and I’m no good’ I pleaded. But Tyler stood, his hand still extended, shaking his head. ‘You work hard, you never accept my rides home, we spend every weekend together, just have some fun with me for once Y/N’ he gleaned. I lowered my gaze to the ground in defeat, but the smile on my face was evident. I defeatedly threw the rag onto the table, gently reaching out, placing my much smaller hand in the grasp of his palm. 
I could feel my feet fall from underneath my balance as Tyler thrust his arm back to his side, throwing me from one side of the room to the other, his hand still tightly gripped around mine. He laughed as I emitted a shy giggle, still keeping my gaze directed at my feet. ‘Spin’ he chuckled, lifting his arm, making room for me to dance under his arm, hands still intertwined. ‘Okay okay lets be serious’ he laughed, pulling me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist, whilst holding my hand outstretched to the side. Instinctively, I gently placed my free arm on his shoulder, swaying to the beat of the music. ‘Serious now, I need the practice’ he said sternly. I looked up from the floor to catch his gaze, a puzzled look on my face. ‘Practice for what?’ I questioned. ‘I got a note’ he said, pulling away and reaching into his pocket. ‘Wednesday asked me to go to the Rave’N dance at Nevermore next weekend, how cool is that?’ He expressed, a smile on his face, clear joy in his voice. I could feel my heart crack in two, lowering my gaze to the floor. I simply nodded, whispering back ‘real cool’. 
*Knock Knock Knock*
My body jumped at the sudden interruption, but at the front door through the cracks of the blinds, Sheriff Galpin stood, gently illuminated by the yellow hue of the streetlights. ‘Tyler, open up buddy’ he shouted. Tyler, looking somewhat defeated, walked to the door, unlocking it, letting his father inside. ‘You almost done? We had a few beers down at the station so I need a ride’ he said, a slight slur in his voice, but his body was still stiff and sharp as ever. ‘Ah sure Dad, we’re almost done’ he said, pointing in my direction to show the sheriff he wasn’t alone. The Sheriff simply nodded in my direction, probably the friendliest encounter one could have with Sheriff Galpin. Tyler hurriedly put the mop and bucket back in the supply closet, taking one last look around the cafe, slightly flustered at the intrusion, but still making sure everything was done for the evening. ‘Uh…sorry…yup I think that’s everything’ he said, walking to the coat rack, grabbing his signature brown jacket. ‘You need a ride?’ He asked concerned. I shook my head, we’d been through this routine so many times, he knew I was likely going to reject it anyway. ‘Ya sure kid?’ The Sheriff asked concerned. ‘These Nevermore freaks have been causing a lot of trouble recently, don’t want to wake up to yet another missing person’ he said. You would think it would feel like a punch to the stomach, being reduced to ‘Nevermore freaks’ but it was so common from  normies in Jericho. ‘No thank you, Sheriff, my fathers car is parked out back’ I lied. He nodded, turning around and walking out the door, followed by Tyler. 
Stepping through the Nevermore gates, a wave of enchantment washed over me. My Y/C hair turned back to its signature icy blonde, the flesh of my Y/C skin suddenly scarred with those distinctive dark indigo slashes. I was now confined to being Y/N Weems again, instead of Y/N the Weathervane Cafe worker. I ducked behind the trees, quickly taking off my signature Weathervane apron, and stuffing it into my rucksack in order to conceal the one private thing in my life. As I returned to the stone path, there stood the girl with those oh-so-familiar long plaits. A stern look on her face as she faced the gate, her head turned in my direction. ‘I’ll keep quiet if you do’ she solemnly spoke. With a simple nod, Wednesday seemed sufficed, and continued her stalk forward, leaving the Nevermore gates. 
Walking up the winding wooden stairs on the east wing of the castle, I could hear students in their dormitories. Music blasting, arguing, chatting, frustrated sighs as students panicked over their last minute homework they ignored over the weekend. Everyone had a roomie, but luckily, the benefits of being the ‘Weems weirdo’ meant that nobody wanted to room with me, therefore I didn’t have to share my personal space. Singular rooms were not ideal, in fact, they were highly discouraged, but even in my case, no teacher could force stroppy teenagers to befriend someone.
 ‘Principal Weems is their aunt, they’re a snitch’ ‘They’re the child of Calypso and Lilith Weems, don’t room with them or you’ll find all your things go missing’ ‘One of the only recorded Siren attacks ever, I wouldn’t go near them with a ten foot pole’ ‘They’re own aunt won’t even allow them to cover those hideous scars’.  Even before I moved to Nevermore, everyone had already made up their mind about me. Being the child of criminals, everyone was quick to point towards me whenever any of their crap went missing. If the Principal ever found out something about anyone, all fingers pointed to me. Truth be told, I’d never stolen anything in my life…and I was too isolated to know anything about anyone. 
I unlocked the outrageously large wooden door, opening to see the moonlight streaming in through the glass-stained window. The moonlight shone through the window, shining beautiful colours across the hardwood floor. My room, my sanctuary. It was isolated, and too far enough up the stairs for anyone to be bothered to come up here…most people probably didn’t know this room existed. I opened the window, looking across the quad, taking in the cool air. Some students snuck around the quad, sneaking off for late night dates probably. I looked across the turrets to see the large circular spiderweb window, half rainbow, the other plain. A dismembered hand sat in the corner of the window, wiggling its fingers as if to say hello. I waved back. A self-controlled dismembered hand would alarm the masses, but you soon learn to expect the unexpected at Nevermore Academy. 
I stood at the end of the bed, freely letting loose as I flopped down onto the lumpy mattress. Exhausted, defeated, and disappointed. I grabbed my pillow, bringing it to my face, letting out a loud scream in an attempt to blow my fuse, and let off some steam. A magical moment turned to rejection at the announcement of Tyler Galpin excitedly attending the dance with Wednesday Addams. 
*Click Clack Click Clack* 
The familiar rhythm of high-heeled shoes, elegantly sweeping down the hall drew my attention immediately. Aunt Larissa was the living epitome of what it meant to be a Weems. She was beautiful, elegant, dedicated, dignified, independent, strong…the list goes on. Even the sound of her heels hitting the wooden floorboards sounded beautiful. Her gentle knock at the door was just as strong, yet graceful as she. ‘Commme innn’ I groaned through a muffled voice, as I didn’t have the energy to emerge from the suffocation of the pillow. ‘Hello Petal’ she chimed, gracefully stepping into the room. As a principal, she was tough but fair, as an Aunt, she was extremely caring. I groaned back in greeting. ‘I was thinking, darling, that you and I could take a trip into Jericho after class sometime this week…find you something special for the Rave’N?’ She questioned, a hopeful tone in her voice. I simply shook my head, still face down in the pillow. Her shoes clacked and clicked as she strode across my bedroom, the edge of the mattress gently dipping as she took a seat, comfortingly rubbing her perfectly manicured hands along my back. 
‘I’m worried about you Petal’ she said with a sigh. She was always worried about something. ‘You haven’t made any friends or companions, you refuse to join any extra-curricular activity, you fail to participate in school events, my dear brother constantly calls to ask why his child hasn’t sent as much as a letter’. She said that last point disparagingly. We both knew I had no desire to engage with my parents, all they wanted to know if my will was broken enough for me to go home and become their apprentice criminal. Aunt Larissa was very happy to be my primary guardian at this point in time. I turned my head to the side, allowing my face to emerge from hiding. ‘You know half of that isn’t my fault Aunt Larissa’ I mumbled in defeat. ‘It’s one thing being the child of well-sought criminals, it’s another to be the relative of my school’s principal, and this…well this is just hideous’ I vented, pointing to the scars on my face. ‘You’re beautiful Petal…inside and out’ she spoke, reassuringly rubbing her hand up and down my back in such a motherly comforting way. ‘Why don’t you invite that boy from the cafe?’ She said, raising her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive ‘I know you like him’ way. ‘I see the way you look at him, how he treats you kindly, he might be a normie, but you know normies are welcome at the Rave’N’ she spoke. 
‘We both know I can’t invite him without having to unfold a lot of secrets Aunt Larissa’ I said. She simply took a deep breath, knowing this was true. She never encouraged me to hide my true nature, nor did she want me to, but she respected by wishes to be so’. ‘Besides…he’s going with Wednesday Addams’ I groaned, stuffing my face into the pillow once again in a desperate attempt to hide my embarrassment. The mattress dipped as she leaned down, shifting her weight to place a gentle loving kiss on the top of my head. ‘Why don’t we just go and have a look at some shops this week? We don’t have to buy anything, you don’t even have to commit to going to the dance, we’ll just have a look alright Petal?’ She spoke, an undertone of pleading in her voice. I turned my head to the side, my body following so that I was now lying face up on the bed instead of down. I looked directly at her for the first time since she came into the room. I let out a defeated huff. ‘Fine’. 
As the final bell of the day rung, I gathered my rucksack hastily, not even waiting for Miss Thornhill to dismiss everyone. All week I had managed to avoid Aunt Larissa in a desperate attempt to avoid the shopping trip I agreed to last weekend. Now being Friday, all I had to do was avoid her until tomorrow night…until the Rave’N dance was truly over. 
I paced towards the door, quickly thrusting the door open, only to find Aunt Larissa standing outside the classroom. ‘Ah, there you are Petal’ she chimed, her bright red lips curving into a genuinely pleased smile. I could hear my classmates snigger as they walked past, some mockingly repeating the nickname I had cherished since childhood. Aunt Larissa reached into her blazer pocket, pulling out her white leather driving gloves perfectly catered to the curve of her fingers. She already had her silk headscarf wrapped around her head, protecting her perfectly groomed hair from the unpredictable Jericho weather. ‘Come on darling’ she chimed, already walking towards the front of the castle grounds, her heels perfectly clicking and clacking against the stone path. My feet, countered, dragging behind me as I followed her to the car. 
For a Friday afternoon, Jericho’s central main square was relatively quiet. Usually, Friday afternoons saw the town’s streets littered with Nevermore students as they basked in the privilege of freedom, being allowed to leave Nevermore’s gates. But with the dance one night away, most of Nevermore academy had already torn through the streets, had bought their outfits, and stayed at Nevermore, already beginning to pamper themselves for the festivities ahead. 
The shops at Jericho were nothing short of eccentric…and that was putting it nicely. Due to the deserted state of the town, I didn’t bother to hide the scars on my face. Everything at Uriah’s was too old, Hawte Kewture was too…everything. I was sort of relieved in a way, if we couldn’t find anything then there was no reason to force me into going to the dance. As we exited Uriah’s I hastily made my way to the car, assuming that there would be nothing more. ‘Ah ah ah’ Aunt Larissa tutted. ‘There’s still one more location I’d like to visit’ she said, turning the direction away from the car, lifting her hand up by her face and flexing her finger in a ‘follow me’ motion. I rolled my eyes, displeased at the thought of going to yet another store. 
Opehlia’s Boutique stood tucked away at the back of Jericho’s main street. A bright daffodil yellow in colour, it was surprisingly bright compared to the rest of Jericho…even compared to the exterior of Hawte Kewture. I had lived in Jericho for years, and never had I known this place existed. I followed Aunt Larissa in, the doorbell chiming as we entered the shop. From behind the counter, a middle-aged woman stood, with big eyes, pale skin, and a flower crown adorned across her head. ‘May I assist you?’ She asked sweetly. ‘We’re looking for something for a school dance tomorrow night…preferably to fit our white colour scheme’ Aunt Larissa chimed.  The ladies eyes bulged out of her head, doubling in size at the excitement of the challenge Aunt Larissa had posed to her. This lady probably didn’t get much foot traffic coming her way, based on how stacked her racks and shelves were of garments. ‘Well I have a few pieces in mind off the top of my head’ she spoke, almost prancing across the room. The racks were adorned with silks, tulle, gingham, paisley, glitter, sequins, any fabric you could think of and any pattern. I stood, watching her talk to herself as she slung garments over her forearm whilst Aunt Larissa perused the accessories on display. ‘Follow me’ she said, she had to stand on her tippy toes to look over the pile of white garments she had gathered. I followed her to the back of the store, she hooked the garments onto a rack behind a curtain, herding me into the changing room. ‘Fashion show!’ She squealed from the other side, clapping her hands in excitement.
It was as though I had tried every white piece of clothing on this flowery lady had to offer. Everything was either too tight, too see-through, too long, too short, or didn’t fit quite right. I defeatedly flopped into the feature chair across from Aunt Larissa, as she patiently sat, a look of disappointment on her face also. ‘Aunt Larissa, I know you mean well, but dances are for people who have friends, or are looking for that special someone…for happy people that people are happy to be around…dance’s aren't for people like me’ I sighed. She leant forward in her seat, her ankles elegantly tucked behind the other as she leant forward, lovingly placing her hand on my knee as I averted my gaze to her perfectly manicured red fingernails. ‘A dress isn’t everything Petal’ she said, desperately trying to comfort me after my grim confession. 
*Squeeel* My legs jumped in shock at the sudden sound, knocking Aunt Larissa’s hand off my knee as she brought her hand to her chest to steady the shock she also got. ‘I forgot!’ The woman chimed, skipping across the store to a door marked ‘staff only’. We looked at each other, a relieved sigh followed by a quiet giggle as the woman sang, clapped and squealed in excitement behind the door. She ran back out, slamming the door behind her, a fabric dress bag in hand, concealing the contents within. ‘This’ she said, steadying herself in place at the pure joy in her voice. ‘This is a very very special piece in my collection’ she exclaimed, taking a deep breath in to continue her excited speech. ‘This is a one-of-a-kind, designed by yours truly’ she bragged, taking a short curtsey as if she were on stage in front of a crowd of thousands. My eyebrows knitted together, as did Aunt Larissas. Based on the flower crown that adorned her head, the flowing bright yellow sundress covered in white daisies with hairy wig boots that clashed…it was clear both of us were not entirely sure the contents of the bag were going to be…agreeable. ‘Come, come, come’ she said, prancing over, intertwining her hand with mine, and pulling me back to the changing room. ‘Last one dear, I promise’ she said giggling away, swooshing the curtain closed. 
I dipped up the back, turning around, pulling the curtain back to show the final piece. I kept my head down in embarrassment, there was no mirror in the changing room, so I had no idea what the dress looked like. Slowly rounding the corner, I was met with silence. I looked up, unsure if there was anyone in the room. But there they stood, Aunt Larissa with her jaw almost on the floor, the shop woman biting her lip so tight as she bounced up and down concealing her screams. Was it that terrible? Oh god. I shrugged my shoulders in defeat ‘Well we tried’ I said, turning around to take the dress off and call it a day. ‘Oh Honey’ the shop woman exclaimed, a growl almost in her voice. ‘There is no way in HELL that you are not going to that dance with that dress’. I turned around in disbelief, I looked to Aunt Larissa, instead of her previously shocked expression, a prideful smile on her face as her eyes gleamed. 
I turned around, and walked to the mirror, finally taking in my reflection. The dress was white, tea length with just a touch of tulle in the underskirt to give the skirt a nice lift so that it didn’t just sit straight down. The tulle gave the skirt volume, and a soft flow to the movement of the skirt. The white fabric fit perfectly, hugging the curves of my waist, the off-the-shoulder neckline just showing a touch of bust without being too inappropriate. Lace white sleeves elegantly hugged my arms, a finger loop giving an effortless timeless triangular fit as the lace sat comfortably upon my skin. Upon the dress, small rose gold crystal flowers embellished the dress, giving it a gentle sparkle. For once, looking at my primary state reflection, my eyes didn’t immediately gravitate to the indigo scars on my face, but to the utter perfection of this beautiful dress. Like Aunt Larissa, my jaw dropped slightly at the shock of the reflection. Aunt Larissa came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. She let out a sniffle as we both admired my reflection in the mirror. ‘You look exceptionally beautiful my darling’ she whispered, prepping kisses to my temple again. 
The shop lady and Aunt Larissa retreated back to the counter, excitedly exchanging pleasantries as my Aunt lovingly paid for the dress. I stood there, still in front of that mirror, holding the skirt to the side, swaying from side to side as I admired my reflection in the mirror. But still, I couldn’t help but stare at the scarring on my face…the dress was beautiful, I felt beautiful, but these scars still came to the forefront of my mind. It was more for curiosity, rather than grief or vanity. I just wanted to feel beautiful as a normie. With their backs turned, and me hid by the front of the store with a rack of clothing to block my frame, I shifted. My icy blonde hair turned to Y/C, my eyes changed to Y/C. The scars were no longer there, I had never felt so beautiful. 
I barely took notice of the front door chiming as the door to the store opened behind me. I just stood staring in the mirror. ‘Y/N?’ A deep, yet comforting and kind voice questioned. I aimlessly spun around, only to gasp at the sight of Tyler Galpin staring right back at me, equally as shocked. I could feel my eyes bulging out of my head as I stared in shock, still like a statue. ‘H..hi’ I managed, the volume just above a whisper. ‘Hi,’ he said chuckling, taking in my appearance. ‘Wow Y/N you…you look beautiful’ he said, still raking his eyes up and down my body. ‘Are..are you going to the Rave’N?’ He asked, clearly noting the white theme of the dress. I could feel myself stuttering ‘uu..uh n..n..n…no’ I responded. He nodded, not quite convinced by my answer. ‘So what’s the occasion?’ He asked with genuine interest, still taking in my appearance. ‘J…just trying things on?’ I said, unconvinced. ‘What are you doing here?’ I quickly prompted, turning the conversation around, directing the attention back on him. ‘Oh I’m just picking up a white suit jacket Ophelia set aside for me when I came in earlier on my lunch break, it’s for the Rave’N’ he admitted bashfully. ‘Well you do look stunning Y/N, really, it looks good on you’ he continued complimenting. ‘Yeah…I uh…I just came in looking for some items for winter and just saw this and thought…why not?’ I blubbered. ‘Why not indeed’ he said, smirking. ‘Well it’s a shame you’re not going to the Rave’N, you would be the belle of the ball in that dress’ he said, with genuine truth. I could feel my cheeks heating up as a blush adorned my cheeks. ’T..thanks Tyler’. 
‘Right Y/N shall we go?’ Aunt Larissa spoke, rounding the corner with the receipt in hand. The spark of panic between us was clear as she saw Tyler standing in front of me, and me obviously not looking like the me I was before. Tyler curiously looked between us. ‘Principal Weems of Nevermore?’ He questioned, his fingers darting between us, desperately trying to make a connection between us. To him, I was the lonely normie who lived on the other side of town, homeschooled in the middle of deserted farmland, whilst Larissa Weems was the accomplished, notable principal of Nevermore academy, the caregiver for all teenage outcasts. ‘How do you guys know each other?’ He asked, very much confused. I could feel my chest rising and falling dramatically as I desperately tried to think of something. But Aunt Larissa, being the true picture of grace and elegance took charge. ‘I hope you don’t mind, I saw Y/N at the coffee shop, and seeing her work ethic I was impressed. I’m currently seeking employees at the school to help organise our files, records and such. Y/N is always very organised, so when I saw her walk in I thought it might be a good opportunity to strike up a conversation’ she eloquently spoke. Not a shred of doubt, or a hint of deception or second thought in her voice. Tyler nodded, looking curiously back at me, waiting for me to reaffirm the fabled story. ‘Right…a…and I was going to go with Principal Weems to the Weathervane…just for a chat about the role’ I spoke, adding to the story. ‘So you’re looking for another job?’ He asked a slight sound of disappointment in his voice. ‘I..I..I…’ you idiot Y/N stop bloody stuttering. Aunt Larissa’s gloved hand raised elegantly ‘I have assured Y/N I have no intent to poach her from the cafe, simply just to offer her an opportunity if she’s interested’ she explained, again elegant and poised. I just nodded. ‘My goodness Petal that dress looks most agreeable on you’ she said with a smile, adding to the play that she had simply followed me into the store and she wasn’t my Aunt that just bought me a dress for the Rave’N. 
‘Well Y/N I’ll head over to the cafe now, if you’ll meet me there after you’ve finished your shopping’ she said, reaching her hand out to shake mine. Aunt Larissa exited the store, turning down the road, out of sight. I looked back at Tyler with a bashful smile, raising my shoulders. ‘Well…I suppose I better…’ I said, gesturing to the changing room. ‘Yes…of course, I’ll see you at work on Sunday’ he said with a smile. I quickly retreated back to the privacy of the changing room. Shit. I only had my uniform on me. I poked my head out to find Tyler busying himself with Ophelia as she held up button-down shirts to match. I turned around, shifting back to my primary state, changing into my uniform, desperately shoving the dress as carefully as I could into my rucksack so as to not get caught. I poked my head around the corner to see Tyler still busy with Ophelia. Without hesitation, I dashed to the door, down the road, and to the car. 
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Saturday evening rolled around too fast. Nevermore had been bustling today as students ran between dormitories, asking to borrow this or that, prepping together, music playing while heavy feet slammed behind the doors. No doubt practising their dance moves. 
I sat on the edge of my bed, running my fingers over the multi-print quilted duvet, anxiously picking at the stitches that held the blanket together. Across the small room, Ophelia’s dress hung on the hanger. It almost felt like imposter syndrome, that such a beautiful dress was crafted just for me. One of a kind. A dress of such beauty belonged to someone like Bianca. Not someone like me. If it weren’t for Aunt Larissa, I’d probably skip the dance altogether. What was the point of going to a stupid dance where everyone hated you, and gave one a first row seat to have their heart broken right in front of them? However, there was something about this dress, the way it made me feel…the possibility of being seen as something different. 
I got up from the bed, pacing back and forth, debating between possibility or guaranteed safety.  See, if I stayed in bed, read a book or something then it would be guaranteed safety. No judgement, no dealing with people, no Wednesday, no Tyler. But the prospect of possibility…the chance to branch out of this lonely existence, to see Tyler in his white suit. There was no definitive choice, both had their pros and cons. 
My pacing marathon was interrupted by a knock on the door. Probably Aunt Larissa…the sun had gone down, and the music from below in the grand hall could be felt thumping away up to my attic room. I reluctantly opened the door to find nobody there. I peeked my head out, looking down the hall, but still, there was nobody to be seen. I went to close the door, only to feel a gentle tap at the very bottom of the doorframe. I slightly gasped, shocked at the image in front of me. For it wasn’t a person, nor an animal or creature, not even a measly door mouse. Instead, a hand scuttled into the room, climbing onto the bookshelf to align with the height on my face. 
‘Hello?’ I asked questioningly. The hand didn’t speak…I mean it was a hand. But it was moving around on its own…sort of as if it were its own being. The hand propped up on its dismembered wrist, wiggling its fingers in greeting. The thing adamantly pointed to the dress hanging onto the wardrobe door. I turned around, staring in slight disbelief at the dress before turning back to the hand, that was now propped on its palm, rhythmically tapping its fingers on the surface of the shelf. Conveying the obvious; ‘I’m waiting’. 
I stood in front of the mirror staring at my reflection, still unconvinced at the thought of going to the Rave’N. From the corner, I could hear the thing rattling through my jewellery box, scuttling over on its fingers, placing earrings at my feet before scuttling back to the vanity. I reluctantly put the earrings in, surprised to admit that the rose gold earrings complimented the garment. I huffed at my appearance, staring in the mirror. I could still enjoy the dress, didn’t mean I had to leave the room right? I could just enjoy dressing up in the comfort of my room. As I stood contemplating, the thing scuttled over again, this time with something that did not belong to me. I bent down, taking the tube from its hand. ‘This is Aunt Larissa’s signature lipstick, where did you get this?’ I asked. It simply wiggled its fingers. ‘Five-finger discount’ I sighed. I reluctantly smeared the lipstick upon my lips, being sure to make an arched cupids bow for a more timeless look. With my hair neatly curled, the red lip, and the high heels, I definitely looked the part of a Weems. 
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I reluctantly strode down the spiral staircase towards the thumping of the music. The halls were empty as everyone was likely already at the dance. I didn’t have to go…there was still time to opt-out. But as curiosity killed the cat, so too was my fate as a familiar tall figure walked further down the stairs, Wednesday, in her Wednesday fashion, a black garment to stand out amongst the crowd. 
The pair stood in the corridor, Eugene conversing with them, Eugene looking as though he were dressed to go camping and not the the Rave’N. I stood around the corner, watching the flashing lights of the dance as they gleamed out into the corridor. Tyler stood there, in a white suit with a blue button-up, looking irresistibly handsome. I clutched my hand to my dress, trying to stay hidden around the corner. The trio looked as though they were conflicted. Wednesday, whilst she looked undeniably beautiful, there was a tenseness to her stature. Her body language was stoic as if to say ‘I don’t want to be here’. I could sympathise with her there, but having someone like Tyler Galpin on her arm, it was heart-shattering.  
I could feel the tears brimming in my sockets, letting out a small sniffle to try and suck whatever liquids back in. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I turned around, only to find Miss Thornhill standing behind me. ‘I hope you’re not going back to your room?’ She asked in a friendly concerned tone. ‘Yeah I don’t think this is for me’ I said, trying to round her to head back to the main stairwell. ‘Y/N at least come in for one song, just so your aunt can see how beautiful you look’ she said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. I ducked my head around the corner, looking inside to see my aunt looking slightly agitated as she anxiously waited by the door. ‘Come on’ Miss Thornhill said in a chipper manner. I reluctantly followed her, almost forgetting the presence of Tyler and Wednesday. 
Tyler’s gaze locked on mine as I walked by. I could feel my palms sweating, trying to ignore the confused look on his face. As far as he was concerned, I was just some random with a scratched face. Even Tyler couldn’t help but stare at the mess that was my face. He ducked down, whispering to Wednesday, her gaze also locking onto mine. ‘Y/N’ she called. 
Shit
I walked over to the pair, eyes averted to the floor, taking in the skirt of Wednesday’s dress. ‘You look very nice Wednesday’ I whispered. Her face stayed neutral, a typical Wednesday response. ‘This is Tyler Galpin’ she said, gesturing to the familiar stranger I was so familiar with. I looked up slowly, my chest rising and falling. It was ridiculous really, there was nothing to prove that the scar-faced Weems weirdo was the same as the quiet cafe girl. She didn’t have icy blonde hair or indigo scars on her face. Tyler extended his hand cautiously, I gently clasped his sweaty palm in mine, giving a quick shake. ‘I’m sorry to stare, I just, I swear I saw someone I know wearing the same thing yesterday’ he questioned, his eyes raking up and down my body. Crap. It didn’t even occur to me that he would recognise the dress. ‘Tyler, this is Y/N Weems’ she said. Tyler again, a puzzled look on his face. ’T..this is really strange, my friend who I saw yesterday wearing something similar…name is the same…’ he spoke. It was clear the interaction with Tyler was spooking him. He seemed so unsure of himself, something I wasn’t used to seeing on shift at the Weathervane. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, both at the prospect that I was mere details away from being caught, and that Tyler considered me his friend. Tyler stood, looking somewhat starstruck at the coincidence of all these mere details. The puzzled look on his face indicating he was trying so desperately to remember his interaction with my other half yesterday. ‘It’s a very beautiful dress’ he said politely, but his voice still exacerbated. 
The more his gaze locked onto mine, the more confused he became. His eyebrows scrunching together, his eyes squinting, gathering every detail he could while Wednesday finished her conversation with Eugene. ‘Well it was nice meeting you’ I said, walking toward the grand hall. Suddenly a grip on my forearm stopped before I could take a step back. Those slender strong fingers gripped tightly, making the skin go white underneath his grip. I trailed my gaze up his arm, locking eyes to find he hadn’t taken his eyes off of my body. ‘Sorry’ he said, unclasping his grip taking a step back, forcing his hands back into his pockets, shocked at the action himself. I just nodded, opting to go into the midst of the dance to escape the curious eye of Tyler Galpin. 
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The feral taste of my own morning breath gave me just as much a shock as the bleeping alarm rings. The crusty feeling of dried saliva crumped on my cheek. My thighs slightly itched as tulle rubbed against my skin. That was my own fault for not taking the dress off when I came back. Luckily the thing had left, so I didn’t have to endure sass from a self-mobile hand as I came back from the dance well before it ended. 
For the first time since I arrived at Nevermore, I received some kindness. A few compliments from classmates, but mostly just a few admiring stares. One girl even had to snap her fingers to regain her date’s attention. But as the night went on, I couldn’t escape the subtle glances from Tyler Galpin, between his attempts to keep up with Wednesday’s…exotic dance moves, and suspiciously eyeing the strange girl, with the same name, in the same dress as his normie friend. Staying was all too risky. I could feel the burning trail of his eyes as I left the dance, all whilst Wednesday danced her boots off. 
Rolling out of bed, I carefully inspected the dress in the mirror. I decided that I would leave the dress on the hanger to let it air out, maybe I could get Aunt Larissa her money back…
Luckily being an early riser had its perks. 6:45 am on a Sunday, especially after the Rave’N dance meant that every person on campus, including teachers, was having a well-needed sleep-in. I could leave Nevermore’s gates without being detected, or questioned as to where I was going. Putting my apron on, I bundled up with a puffer jacket and a fluffy beanie to combat the Jericho winter cold snap. The sun had gently risen, a beautiful light blanket of snow draped over the ground, with soft snowfall adding to the crispness of winter air. Exiting the Nevermore gate, a wave of relief washed over me as my Y/C hair brushed down the back of my neck, a glinting feeling in my eyes as they changed to Y/C, and the dreaded scars disappeared as if they never existed. 
The walk to work, especially in weather like this, was a pleasant one. Most people hated this weather, but it was a comfort to me. It was the weather like this where people all of a sudden didn’t criticise one another for wanting to spend time alone, tucked up in cozy spaces. It was the time for introverts. 
Walking down the main street, the gentle yellow glow of lights shone through glazed-over shop windows. People often forget to admire the beauty of the little businesses, but Sundays gave these shops time to shine. The Weathervane cafe’s blinds were still drawn, but a yellow hue emitted little streaks of light onto the snow-laden ground. 
Unlocking the door, a satisfying wave of heat penetrated my senses, causing my cold body to endure the uncomfortable wash of pins and needles. ‘Morning Miss Joan’ I called out. ‘Actually, it’s me Y/N’ Tyler’s voice called from the backroom. Shit. I was counting on the hope that Miss Joan would be working today instead of Tyler, as he had mentioned in passing taking his normal Sunday shift off this particular day. I was hoping that a break in seeing him would be enough to make him forget about the small curious details he encountered last night with the Weems girl. Instead of responding, I went straight for the kitchenette, hoping to avoid Tyler until the morning day’s shift began. ‘I made you a coffee already Y/N’ he called again from the back room. I popped my head out of the kitchenette to see a steaming frothy brew sitting neatly next to the coffee machine. I quietly tip-toed over to the steaming mug, hoping to avoid alerting Tyler of my movements. I brought the steaming cup to my lips, only to practically gag as the liquid touched my tongue. I knew that stupid rice milk lie would catch up to me…
As Tyler spent the morning busying himself in the back room, I turned the closed sign to open. The streets of Jericho however were desolate of life. Usually, on Sunday mornings, the Weathervane was a hub for rest and relaxation. A place of respite and solitude as Jericho’s residents treated themselves to coffee and pastries. Especially on cooler days like this, there would usually be someone waiting at the door. But as the snowfall continued outside, the streets remained empty. 
I sat behind the counter, my attention focused on one of the books from the bookcases in the cafe, all about Jericho’s certainly strange history. I barely acknowledged the sound of Tyler pulling up his stool next to mine, focused on the book in hand. It was only when half a blueberry muffin was presented in front of me that I realised in the hour we had been open, this was the first time I had laid eyes on Tyler all morning. ‘Thanks’ I chuckled, biting into the warm fluffy cake as Tyler ate his half. I knew it was risky, but I knew it would be even more obvious if I didn’t ask. ‘So…how was your date?’ I asked cautiously. Tyler chuckled, crumbs dusted upon his pink lips. ‘It was the Rave’N Y/N, it wasn’t a date’ he said fleetingly. ‘But it was fun…I did feel a bit out of place though’ he said with a gentle smile. Oh Tyler, if only you knew how much I related to your predicament on a personal level. ‘I thought you went with Wednesday Addams?’ I questioned gently, intrigued by his comment that the Rave’N was in fact not a date. ‘Just because we went together doesn’t mean it was a date’ he said with a soft chuckle, elbowing my arm in a playful manner. I chuckled to myself, more so at the touch rather than what he actually said. ‘Hey, how did your interview with Miss Weems go?’ He asked seriously, ‘I hope you’re not ditching me’ he said with a lack of enthusiasm. ‘Ohh, ya know, I talked to my parents but they said they didn’t want me hanging out at the freak school so I turned it down’. Tyler’s gaze locked on mine, his eyes squinted together. ‘Damn Y/N I didn’t think you were as prejudiced as everyone else in this shit town’ he said displeasingly, a slight scoff at the end of his sentence as he shook his head.  Felt my stomach drop, I had never made Tyler react to something I said. ‘Ooo..oh don’t get me wrong, sh..she was very nice….my parents just don’t want me going there’ I stuttered. ‘You know what parents are like’ I dragged on. Tyler simply nodded, seeing the way he and his Dad interacted with one another, I knew Tyler would understand what that meant, to have overbearing parents. Something I certainly didn’t envy him for.
We sat there, behind the counter in the empty cafe, nattering on about the Rave’N dance, how Wednesday surprisingly ruled the dance floor, her signature black dress as it stood out amongst the white dressed cloud, the ice cold drinks that looked more like a science experiment rather than a beverage. It was almost comforting to listen to a normie admire Nevermore for what it was, not the criminal rehab for uncontrollable freaks and beings that most normies perceived.  I began to relax in his presence, hoping he had forgotten about his interaction with my other half as he continued to gleam about his evening with Wednesday. For once, I was actually happily listening to him go on about her. 
‘Hey, remember that dress you were trying on at Ophelia’s the other day?’ He questioned amusingly. I nodded, averting my gaze to look out onto the streets of Jericho. ‘Well, I met one of Wednesday’s school friends wearing the exact same one’ he chuckled. ‘Oh yeah…no it wasn’t me, I just wanted to try it on for fun really, the shopkeeper practically insisted’ I said, waving my hand to the side as if to brush off the whole event. ‘Well for the record, you looked stunning either way’ he said with genuine earnestness. What did he mean either way? ‘So what did you get up to last night then?’ He questioned intriguingly. ‘Oh, the usual’ I bleakly responded. Tyler simply nodded, his gaze still on me. 
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The day carried on, the snow continuing to fall, as we continued to turn the thermostat up. The only customers that really visited the Weathervane today were other shop owners as they came in for hot drinks and freshly baked pastries, only to return to their shops. For the most part, the Weathervane was empty. 
While Tyler had insisted, his night at the Rave’N was not a date, it was hard to listen to him talk about her all day. Her outrageous dancing, her strange adventures, her constant visits to the police station, his Dad’s frustrations with her. There was no doubt, Wednesday had certainly taken Jericho by storm. But she certainly seemed to have ingrained herself into Tyler’s heart. I could feel little swords to my heart each time he said the word Wednesday. But who could blame him? Everyone at school seemed to like Wednesday, even though she wasn’t chatty or particularly sociable, she had an unnerving self-assuredness, she was pretty in her own way, and she didn’t care what other people thought of her. Wednesday Addams quite simply possessed the qualities that everyone wishes they had. Instead, we were all wrapped up in what other people did, said or made of us. When you were the isolated weirdo of the school, it was particularly hard to ignore when everyone was so intent on making sure you knew what they thought of you.
‘STOP!’ I yelled. I could feel my voice hitch in my throat, the absolute shock that emitted from my body just as powerfully hit Tyler as he dropped the ceramic cup, smashing to the ground. My stomach was doing summersaults, my face burning as I had so violently brought my hands to cover my mouth in utter shock. ‘Y/N’ Tyler exclaimed, shocked and angry in his voice. ‘I….I..I’m so sorry’ I whispered, tears brimming at the surface, glazing my vision. Tyler stood frozen, his hands still clasped as if he were holding the cup in his hand still. I simply got up from my stool, rushing to the backroom, locking myself in the employee bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat lid, rocking back and forth, clutching onto myself, arms crossed over my chest. ‘Stupid, Stupid Stupid’ I cursed to myself. I gently knocked my head against the thin bathroom wall, trying to knock some sense into myself. I had never spoken to Tyler like that, I had never so blatantly yelled at anyone ever in such a demeaning tone. It just slipped out…all he did was talk about the Rave’N and Wednesday, and I couldn’t listen to it for another second. The way his eyes lit up, his constant smile, the continuous humming of tunes from the dance. All it caused was hurt, my soul slowly shattering piece by piece. She wasn’t even nice to him half the time! Why couldn’t someone look at me that way…not just Tyler, anyone! That stupid school, that stupid dance, those stupid students, and most of all stupid Tyler and Wednesday. I just so desperately wanted to feel so accepted, so liked…so loved as Wednesday was. 
I sat in the toilet, thoughts racing at a million miles an hour. But in all those thoughts, one thought stuck, standing out from all the rest. I couldn’t just go back out without explaining to Tyler why I had yelled and stormed off, not without admitting how much I cared for him. I couldn’t just leave, that would be worse and cause even more drama. But this thought wouldn’t go away, it went against everything I was taught, every value Nevermore had ingrained into me…one that would please my parents.  The urge to act upon this impulsive thought almost gave me a headache, and so I will. 
I stuck my head out the bathroom door, listening to the loud ringing of the vacuum cleaner as Tyler tidied up the mess I had caused. I gently slid out from the security of the bathroom, tip-toeing to the staff cooler, gently slipping out the back door, and onto the main street. 
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This was so unethical. This was so incredibly wrong. This encompasses everything that makes the freaks and outcasts so hated by normies. Was it really so bad in the grand scheme of things? The outcast of the outcast doing something that defied morals of what it meant to be a respectable outcast? I stood outside the window, looking at my reflection. Long black braids that cascaded down my shoulders, clothes black as night, not allowing for a shred of colour to present itself. The infamous frown that made her so noticeable, not even a smirk or hint of a smile. 
I walked along the outside of the Weathervane cafe building, the ground beneath me slightly slippery. I was determined to keep her frozen-like stature as I paced towards the front door of the cafe, not moving my arms, making sure to keep a little stomp in my walk. I tentatively reached for the door handle. Was I really going to do this? Before I could have any second thoughts, Tyler emerged from the storage cupboard, a smile on his face as he raised his hand in greeting. I swung the door open, probably a bit too forcefully, pacing into the warmth of the cafe. ‘Wednesday’ Tyler greeted. ‘Hello Tyler’ I greeted back in a dull manner, locking my eyes on his and she would when holding a conversation with anyone. ‘What brings you in today?’ He asked tentatively, already going toward the coffee machine to make her signature drink. ‘Just checking in, I’m glad you had fun last night’ I retorted. Tyler looked up cautiously. ‘If you knew I was having fun why did you keep asking what was wrong with me?’ Shit. I didn’t think this would backfire so quickly. Think Y/N Think. ‘Enlighten me then’ I almost demanded. Tyler looked a bit taken aback. Either he was still shaken up from before, or I was putting a little too much effort into this Wednesday performance. ‘Wednesday, I’m telling you, there is something up with that Weems’ he said, almost exasperated with having possibly repeated the same conversational matter as with the real Wednesday last night. ‘Part of me was just hoping it was them’ he said sullenly. My stomach fluttered as it simultaneously dropped. ‘It’s all just too spooky Wednesday’ he said, pouring the black golden liquid into the coffee cup, sliding it over. ‘Who?’ I asked curiously. Tyler locked his gaze, lifting his eyebrow as if to say ‘really?’. I lowered my gaze to the floor, averting the awkwardness of guessing around the situation. I walked to the booth, plonking myself down on the seat to avoid awkwardly standing there in front of Tyler. 
He slowly walked over, bringing the coffee cup with him, placing it in front of me. He gingerly sat down from the seat across, staring at me. He took in all her features. Her long braids, piercing eyes, pale skin, bleak frown. He didn’t say anything, simply looked. ‘Aren’t you going to drink your espresso?’ He inquired. Even though the contents of the cup were tiny, only the brave with a taste for bitterness could endure the taste of espresso…only an Addams could tolerate the bitter brew quadrupled. I brought the steaming mug to my lips, the smell that wafted my senses nauseating enough. I took a small sip, Tyler watching intently. I tried to suppress the instinctual urge to screw up my face. I could feel a slight well of tears in my eyes. A cough escaped, burning my very tastebuds. ‘Everything okay?’ ‘Yup..*cough*…just a bit hot’ I retorted. Tyler smirked, his gaze still locked on my face. ‘When has that ever stopped Wednesday Addams from knocking back a quad espresso?’ He questioned. I sat back against the booth, wishing the old leather fabric would just swallow me up into oblivion. 
Tyler looked out the window, his eyebrows knotted together as he fixated on the snowy landscape outside. His mouth was slightly ajar. I sat still, trying to figure out a way to escape this whole situation. Tyler leaned back, his gaze shifting from the outside back to mine. He relaxed back into the booth. 
‘Do you know what I like about you?’ I just stared back at him, trying to evoke the very essence of Wednesday. She wasn’t one to engage in guessing games or engage with anything that involved emotion or feeling. ‘You don’t expect me to be anyone else, you see me for me. I like to think I see you for you too, and with all this depressing town has to offer, it’s refreshing to just feel unapologetically accepted by someone. You don’t try to change me, or anyone else. I know you try to keep yourself to yourself, but the truth is, you don’t need to when you’re with me. You have no idea how incredibly happy it makes me when you relax, and if I’m the reason you always retreat back into yourself, then I’m sorry. But life in Jericho is so boring, and hanging out with you just feels like a peaceful respite amongst the screaming crowd.’ He reached across the booth, grasping his hands in mine. ‘And you really did look breathtaking in that dress’ he said, his thumb rubbing over my hands. I stared back in disbelief. Wednesday Addams was truly the luckiest person ever, to have someone like Tyler feel so admire her inner self. It was almost depressing, but I just wanted to stay in this moment, his warm hands wrapped around my small ones for a moment longer. 
‘By the way’ he said, his mouth contorting into a cheeky smirk as he leaned forward in a whisper ‘Wednesday doesn’t usually make exceptions when it comes to letting people touch her’ finishing his sentence with a cheeky wink. I could feel my mouth slightly gaping as I almost choked. Tyler leaned to the side, diverting his attention to the front door, waving someone inside. The doorbell rang as I slowly sunk into the booth. ‘Nice look’. Shit. Wednesday paced across the floor, sitting down next to Tyler. ‘I don’t appreciate being mimicked Y/N, nor will I tolerate it’ she sternly said. There even seemed to be a tinge of red on her cheeks, evidence showing she was furious. I sat there, chest rising and falling deeply, panic brewing. ‘Switch Weems’ Wednesday demanded, her hand slamming against the surface of the table. My shoulders twitched at the shock, and so I melted back into the cafe girl. Tyler scoffed to himself, nodding to himself as he averted his gaze down to the table in front of him. ‘Tyler, as your friend, I must tell you I in no way corroborated this’. Tyler almost smirked to himself, with his head facing downward I couldn’t quite tell. ‘I know Wednesday’. She simply nodded, reached across the table, shooting the hot espresso, before standing and leaving. 
‘Wednesday!’ I called, as the doorbell rang as she stood halfway out the door. ‘I’m really sorry’. She stared back, her face still as stringent as when she walked in. ‘Good’ she said, letting the door slam behind her as she disappeared down the main street. 
‘Y/N Weems, I’ve met her before, but she certainly doesn’t look like you’ Tyler mumbled. There was no use lying anymore, I was utterly defeated. I ran my hands through my hair, letting the Y/N switch back to icy blonde. Tyler stared at the transformation as I tentatively met his gaze. I sat there, letting him stare at my primary form. ‘Something is still missing….about here’ he said softly, reaching across the table, running the backs of his fingers gently down my cheek. So I let the scars come forward too. ‘How long have you known?’ I whispered. ‘Well, I’ve long suspected you were hiding something. Every night when you claimed someone was picking you up instead of accepting a ride. Every night I sat in my car quietly, making sure you left work safely, watching you walk down the main street alone in the opposite direction. You never speak about school, friends, or family. I know you said you were homeschooled, but even then you seemed so unsure of yourself. Always checking your hair, or taking a sneaky look at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything was in check. But most of all, you always had this kindness to you, something only possessed by those who have experienced true hardships. Most people in Jericho can’t bite their tongues when they saw a Nevermore student, or were quick to blame Nevermore whenever something in this town goes wrong. Heck, even I used to taunt Nevermore students’. He seemed shameful with his last sentence. ‘You Y/N have always been kind to everyone, it was only last night I truly connected the dots’. 
‘I just wanted you to like me…’ I whispered. His fingers reached across the table, wiping away the single tear that streamed down my cheek. ‘Y/N…everything I said was true, but it was for you, not Wednesday’ he said sweetly, directing his own gaze away out of embarrassment. ‘I’m sad you felt you had to be someone else in order to show that.’ Tears continued to stream gently and slowly, droplets falling onto the tabletop. ‘Seeing you last night, in that dress, as you. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen…besides why do you think I work weekends?’ He said with a chuckle. I giggled too, the notion that any teenager would rather get up early on a Sunday morning to serve cranky customers was slightly strange. 
‘There’s only one of you Y/N, multiple forms yes, but at its core, no matter the changes you make to the outside, the inside has always been the most beautiful part of you’. I shuffled out from the booth, Tyler following my movement. His tall frame towered over mine, as I directed my gaze to our feet, the tips of our shoes brushing against each other. His hands gently raised, cautiously placing them on my cheeks. He tilted my face gently, meeting my eyes halfway as he bent down slightly. ‘Hi,’ I giggled, feeling his breath on mine. He didn’t respond, instead, he leant in, and I closed my eyes. His lips were soft and warm, compared to my chapped ones. His face was warm, his nose pressing gently against mine. Our lips moved in sync, as if choreographed, as if they were always meant to be. It felt like the world around us disappeared like we were completely encapsulated in this moment like it would never end. He pulled away gently, leaving my lips cold, yearning for more, but his forehead still pressed against mine. ‘Hey Y/N’ he whispered. I opened my eyes, seeing his piercing gaze staring straight back at me. 
‘Yes, Tyler?’
‘Can I drive you home?’ 
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outcasting101 · 1 year
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Wednesday Prompt #1
Being a shapeshifter, every day was filled with disgust and treachery, more than most schools apparently.
You can't help it, the school was getting boring. Eventually, it has gotten too far as you might or might not have, posted, embarrassing pictures of your upperclassmen.
Well, things can't be bygone, can't it, wound can't heal. Friendship especially isn't easy.
A relationship is like a building block; mend to be broken. At least that the ideal you follow. Being held with a muzzle on your mouth, it doesn't stop the mischief within your eye. Tilting behind you curiosity is currently in a lovely 'teacher' form.
It looks like you won't be alone. Wednesday Adam the infamous troublemaker would be coming to Nevermore Academy.
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jazzyoranges · 3 months
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i love you write! can i req where shapeshifter reader's Super high after hanging out with stoners and shift to grizzly bear and can't shift back to human form enid report to wednesday, also reader just talk random shet that all wednesday hear was bear grumbling and whining?, tq 3<
New heights
Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader
Words: 1.1k
Warnings: implied drug use, you’re kinda a dumbass lol, my attempt at humor
A/n: writers block is kicking my ass whoops… also happy new years!
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“Wednesday, can you decipher this?” Enid gets up from her bed to show her roommate the text she just got from you, which seemed to be just a bunch of random letters
“What makes you think I’m going to understand better than you.” Wednesday raises an eyebrow at Enid from where she’s sitting at her desk
“I dunno, she’s your girlfriend? Girlfriend telepathy or something”
“I recall her telling me she was, to put it bluntly, getting high with friends tonight.”
“And you didn’t think to lead with that! Do you know where she is?”
“Knowing her, the forest.”
“And you let her!?” Enid exclaims, a hand racking through her hair
“(Y/n)’s the scariest thing in there. Worst comes to worst she comes out with a few scratches.” The blonde is about to respond when her phone pings with another few messages from you
hey uh tell wednesday to come pick up her girlfriend (10:27)
i think (Y/n)’s lost it (10:27)
i’m her friend btw (10:27)
FUCK PLEASE HURRY SHE’S NOT MENTALLY STABLE ANYMSO (10:28)
“Alright put on your big girl pants, we’re getting your girlfriend” Enid’s phone rings with an incoming facetime from you, and she scrambles to click join. What she doesn’t expect is the face of one of your friends, looking a little more than worried
“Oh, thank god! I’m sorry for bad first impressions, but-“ A whine is heard in the background your friend turns to the noise
“Chill out dude, your girlfriend is right here!” He turns back to Enid
“Please put Wednesday on, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bear cry before” Wednesday perks up at her name and swiftly takes the phone from Enid. Your friend turns around the phone so now the two roommates are looking at a grizzly bear that stands on its hind legs, whining and maybe even sobbing
“(Y/n).” Wednesday says, and you snap your head towards the phone held in front of you
Now aware of your girlfriends face in front of you, you get back down onto all fours and boop the screen with your nose
“Wednesday, I missed you! Y’know I was just out here, getting high with my friends as one does, and then all of a sudden I was really sad! Then I started thinking really hard why that might be and I realized it was because you weren’t here! You know how I ugly cry, right? Well I started doing that but for some reason my friends didn’t really understand what I was saying, but I know you’d understand! So that’s why we’re here. Also, I think I might’ve had a growth spurt. I feel really tall and big right now”
Just by the shaking of your phone on the other end of the call, Enid knows her feelings of confusion and maybe fear are shared when you start to grumble and whine. Only you would be able to ramble as a fucking grizzly bear
“C-Connection’s bad, please say something!” Your friend squeaks behind the phone, and Wednesday resists the urge to roll her eyes. It was you, after all. No reason to be scared
“Enid, make sure she doesn’t freak out. I’ll go pick her up.” Wednesday sighs, grabbing her jacket and giving Enid her phone back. She hears you whine even more when you can’t see Wednesday in frame anymore
“(Y/n), can you…” Is the last thing Wednesday hears before leaving the dorm. For an academy that had a curfew, they were astonishingly bad at keeping it upheld. A turn here, climb up that wall, don’t touch that grass near the academy, and boom you’re in the forest before Enid can post something on her blog about Xavier and Bianca’s relationship
You weren’t very difficult to find. The wailing of a bear basically echoed in the forest and claw marks on trees made a clear path to the place you and your friends were getting high at. Well, were getting high at. Wednesday almost wants to watch your friends stay scared behind trees as you claw at the ground below you even more as Enid’s attempts at calming you down seem to be futile
“Wednesday’s almost there, (Y/n)! Maybe just a few more minutes?”
“But I want her now!!” You cry, falling to the ground on your furry stomach with a loud thump
“We’ve already established you’re a bear! We don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, dude!” Your friends voice cracks
“There are two wolves inside of me…” Your head snaps at the sound of a twig snapping in the forest. You stand up on your hind legs, hoping to intimidate whoever seems to be in the forest with you. You’ve already pissed on every tree so no way another bear would dare challenge you for territory
“Who’s there!”
“Don’t get your fur matted, it’s just me.” Wednesday makes her presence known by a chill in the air, which makes your friend jump but ultimately hide behind her. At first he touches her shoulder but the glare she sends his way makes him rethink his life. Luckily he gets out of the way before you barrel towards Wednesday. This time, as a giant tiger
The Addams is quickly tackled to the floor with your entire body weight on her. Your tongue would probably hurt Wednesday if you licked hard enough so you opt for chuffing wildly while having all the characteristics of a needy house cat. You had to make your peace with not being able to purr as a tiger. Which, you were always mad about. “If big cat, why no purr?” as you’d say
“(Y/n).” Wednesday embraces you. Her hands rack through your fur with calculated fingers that knew where to pet you. Under your stomach, behind the ears, and anywhere on your neck. She also knew where your pressure points were, but there’s no fun in dragging a tiger back to Nevermore
You chuff in response, not planning to stop smothering your girlfriend
“(Y/n).” Wednesday tries again. She fails.
“(Y/n).” This time, the look on your girlfriends face makes you stop your smothering. You blow air into her face with a tilt of your head
“Human, now.” You huff in Wednesday’s face while unwillingly getting off of her. Despite her protest you stay a tiger as you walk over to your friend, who looks confused as ever. Giving him a small nod, you take your phone out of his hand with your mouth and let him pet your head
Next, you scoop up Wednesday on your back while deciding it’s a better time than ever to leave
“S-Same time next week?” Your friend calls behind you. You give him the best smile you can whilst your phone is still in your mouth
You’re halfway out the forest when Wednesday finally decides to talk to you again
“For the record, I’m not doing this again the same time next week.”
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Bonus:
Enid opens her door to; you, who’s taken Wednesday’s jacket with a shit eating grin and Wednesday, who’s glaring at you with what looks to be either murder or adoration.
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daydream-cement · 6 months
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In The Library (NSFW)
Larissa Weems x Reader
A study date gone awry.
Author’s Note: Ahhhh!!! I’m posting this late and its FAR LONGER than expected. This is apart of Smutember with @alexusonfire! The prompt being library! Thank you to @tunarunes for the beta!
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You had one plan for your college experience: to pass your classes and become a teacher. So when you began your teacher training classes and fell absolutely head over heels in love with a walking, breathing, white-haired goddess, your plans wavered slightly. 
She walked into your ‘Intro to Education’ class with her head held high, looking like a pinup girl cut out of a magazine from the 1950s. Her confidence was intoxicating and you knew from that instant that you wanted all of her attention. You felt blessed when she sat in a seat right next to you.
She removed her notebook and pen from her bag and turned to you with an outstretched hand, “Larissa.” 
“Oh, hi! I’m- Uh-” It took you a moment to recall your name as her eyes trained on your face left you without a discernible thought. 
Your behavior caused the shapeshifter to laugh, her hand landing on your shoulder. Her eyes fell to your notebook where your name was written in the upper right hand corner. “Y/n?” 
“Yes- Yes, I’m Y/n.” You sputtered, eyes unable to leave her beautiful face.
“Beautiful name…” Larissa hummed, her eyes looking you over before turning her attention onto the instructor.
Sometimes you thought you caught her looking at you from the corner of her eye, but you were sure it was your mind playing tricks on you. One class period you had answered a question in a particularly meaningful way and you caught the shapeshifter observing you with a sweet smile. 
When she raised her hand and answered questions, she was so sure of herself. Desperately you wanted to at least be her friend. 
Sometimes when you would talk about
classwork, Larissa would rest a hand on your shoulder or thigh. She would look at you with such intensity you thought you would simply pass away. To even have an ounce of her attention was all you craved.
Finally your opportunity to become friends came when your professor told the class you would need a partner for the upcoming research project. Your heart stopped beating when Larissa turned around in her chair and her eyes locked onto yours. She flashed you a smile and gestured with her hand as a way of asking if you wanted to be in a group with her. Your cheeks turned red and you nodded faster than you felt you should have. 
After class she passed you a note with her name and phone number followed by a little smiley face. You felt as if you could combust. The grin on your face remained for a long while, making your cheeks ache. 
You hadn’t waited long to text her, sending her your name with a text smiley face of your own. Larissa was quick to get down to business, asking you for your availability to meet in the library to work on the project sometime later that week. You were immediate in your reply, offering many times for you to meet. 
By that evening you had a plan to meet Thursday night in the library to get started on your project, but the conversation hadn’t stopped there. Soon you were texting back and forth about hobbies and interests. 
Larissa had even asked about the dating scene at the university, making it a point to tell you that she was struggling to find other lesbians at the school. Your heart was beating wildly when you informed her of your own sexuality. Her only response to your text was, ‘That’s perfect.’
All Tuesday and Wednesday you continued your conversations over text. Some messages even make you wonder if Larissa had been flirting with you. You tried brushing off a few messages of Larissa complementing your outfits. 
Wednesday night’s messages became sultry when Larissa mentioned not being able to keep her hands off you if she had a partner that looked the way you did. You quickly returned the sentiment.
Y/n: Stop. You are so beautiful!!! I can’t even imagine being with a girl as beautiful as you.
Larissa: You’re too sweet. 
Larissa: Sometimes I can’t stop myself from looking at you in class. The shirt you wore last week had me staring so hard 🫣
Y/n: Ahhh! I’m blushing. I was worried it was too much! 
Larissa: No! Not too much! Left some to the imagination! 😊😉
Y/n: Oh wow! 🤭 Glad you liked it!
Larissa: Liked it? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it…
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“Are you ready to get to work? I have a favorite spot on the third floor we can work at. No one ever goes there.” Larissa towered over you as she spoke. You couldn’t help yourself as you watched her lips form words. Your gaze was more noticeable than intended and your admiration made the shapeshifter smile.
“Yeah, that sounds, uh, great.” You squeak out, ready to follow Larissa to the ends of the earth.
“I’ve been looking forward to this project since I read the syllabus. I was thinking we could research~” Larissa continued on about her plans for the project, but your mind wandered as you watched her pretty face. 
What you would give to have those blue hues focused on your face. It wasn’t until you tripped over yourself because you were blatantly not watching where you were going that Larissa paused her talking to look down at you. She rested a hand on your arm as she spoke, “You really must watch where you are going. Are you alright?”
Your face flushed at the physical contact and you gaped and stumbled over your words, “Oh, yeah… Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I’m good.”
“Perhaps you should stop staring at me to prevent yourself from falling on that pretty face.” Larissa giggled and drew her hand from your arm to tuck a bit of hair behind your ear. She then continued walking towards her secret spot in the library, leaving you behind to comprehend the interaction. Was Larissa Weems flirting with you?
When you caught up with Larissa, she took you to the far corner of the library where the shelves of books intersected just right to leave you tucked away with the utmost privacy. 
“Isn’t it nice? Turns out many aren’t interested in the math textbooks they keep back here.” Larissa smirked as she observed her study nook, obviously pleased with herself. 
“It’s very nice.” You agree, glancing about before settling into the seat across from Larissa. “Good find!”
“I’m certainly happy with it.” 
The small talk shifted into conversation about the project. Quickly, Larissa took charge, divvying up the assignment so you could more efficiently finish the work. 
About ten minutes into researching the benefits of outdoor extracurriculars for students, you felt one of Larissa’s shoes poke your foot under the table. You glanced up at her, but she was still working diligently on her own portion of the project. 
When you looked back down at your computer, the footsie started up once more. You allowed it to continue for a few moments before glancing up to her face once more, only now Larissa was smirking. Her eyes turned upwards onto yours and your mouth went dry at the sultry darkness in her eyes. 
“I need your help with this slide. Could you come look at this?” Larissa’s mouth formed into a small pout as she asked her question. 
You pop up from your seat and circle the table, leaning over her shoulder to examine the PowerPoint slide on her screen. You hold out a hand and begin pointing to different settings to help her through the error, but when Larissa didn’t make a move to solve the issue, you glanced down at her to see what was the matter. She had her eyes trained in on you, her lips darting out and wetting her lips as she stared at your own. 
“Larissa?”
“Hmm?”
“Is everything okay?”
“I was just thinking…”
“Thinking what?”
“What it would be like to kiss you.”
The brazenness of the statement had you floored. Your eyes were wide and your lips parted slightly as you tried to come up with a reply. 
“Would you like that?”
A small whimper accidentally escaped your throat, making the shapeshifter smile. Her hand reached up to the back of your neck, pulling you down with a jerk, and sending your lips crashing into hers. 
She held you like that for a few moments. Long enough for your hands to shift to her cheeks so she couldn’t pull away as easily. 
When you finally did part, Larissa chuckled and gripped your forearm, pulling you to her side as she backed her chair out from under the table. In an instant, she pulled you down towards her lap. You instinctively shifted to straddle her, not questioning anything that was happening all so fast. 
“I’ve noticed you looking at me in class. You’re cute, you know that?”
“I- I- You are so…”
“Yes, darling?” Larissa’s arms circled you to pull your body flush against hers. Her face fell into your neck, kissing your collarbone to your pulse point.
“Beautiful. You are so beautiful.” 
“Thank you, sweetheart… Would you want to take a break from the project for a bit?” Larissa questioned, her hands squeezing your sides as a precursor of what was to come.
You nodded quickly and dove back down to her lips, needing more than the few second kiss from earlier. Larissa was happy to offer more passion by opening her mouth slightly, offering her tongue to you. Your tongues battled and you held one another close, hands tugging at one another’s clothes in search of more proximity than what was physically possible. 
Larissa was kissing you until you were gasping for breath. You fought the urge to pinch yourself, worried this was all just a wonderful dream. 
She parted the kiss for a moment to breathe out a question, “Can I touch you more?”
“Please…” You moan as you start pressing kisses along Larissa’s jawline. 
The shapeshifter’s impatience was showing when she maneuvered her hand between your bodies and slipped it in the waistband of your pants. You felt her smile against your neck when she discovered how wet you already were for her. The floodgates had opened earlier when she had pressed kisses against your jugular.
“You feel so good…” Larissa whispered as her middle and forefinger began exploring your cunt, focusing in on your clit after a short while.
You were putty in her hands, whimpering softly into her neck. You knew you needed to remain quiet. This study session had evolved into something far out of the realm of what you thought to be possible. Larissa had been craving you the way you craved her. 
“Sometimes I think about this in class… making you come on my fingers…”
The statement made you groan softly. You always imagined her to be such a diligent student, but knowing she was daydreaming such filthy thoughts pushed you towards your orgasm. 
“Do you think about me too?” Larissa asked, her breath soft in your ear.
“Mhmm…” 
“When I touch myself, I think about getting on my knees for you… I bet you taste so good…” She made herself moan from the dirty talk mixed with the barely audible wet noises emitted from your cunt. Larissa’s arm ached from the strange angle, but she wasn’t ready to relent. She needed to push you over the edge first. 
The shapeshifter leaned forward in her chair, pinning you back to the table to give her enough leverage to change her arm positioning enough to push two fingers into your aching cunt. The heel of her hand continued working against your clit, but the sensation was faint enough to cause your hips to buck and grind against her hand frantically. 
Larissa chuckled and gave you what you wanted by pumping her fingers harder and faster. Your moans and whimpers came more freely as it became harder to control the volume of your voice. 
She began sucking at the flesh of your neck, completely pushing you over the edge. It drove you wild that a mark would be left behind from the woman you were absolutely smitten with. 
A low groan escaped your throat and you muffled the cry by capturing Larissa’s lips with yours. The kiss was rough and desperate which only made the shapeshifter moan in return. 
You remained quiet in her lap for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of her arms wrapping around you once more. Her face dropped into your neck, leaving soft kisses as she told you over and over how beautiful she found you to be. You made your crush known by quietly admitting all of the sweet daydreams you had about dating her.
Larissa pulled her face from your neck, tucking hair behind both of your ears. Her hands fell back to your waist and her eyes admiring your face. “Would you like to get something to eat and come back to my place?” 
“I would love that…”
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Woe out the Storm (9) - Hard Comes the Rain
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Wednesday Addams x female Reader
Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.
Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn
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Word count: 2.5k
-You pray for the storm of your life, it's over and nothing survived-
This school year was officially turning into the biggest mess you had ever experienced. Oversized Gollum-looking monster that killed a bunch of people, finding out from Wednesday that Weems was a shapeshifter who had no issues with covering up Rowan’s murder, and now this ominous message burnt onto school grounds.
Fire will rain.
There had to be more to it than that.
Let it never be said Wednesday was the only one who could sneak in and out of some secure place. And your methods were more suited for what you were aiming to do.
You were sitting in a tree, close to one of the open windows of the mayor’s office. There was probably someone there, so you’d need to do this quickly. Just go in and out, and if you can’t get what you need in fifteen to twenty minutes, try again tomorrow. You stabbed a knife into the branch, one of the knives you didn’t mind losing and jumped down, using a small burst of lightning to slow down your fall. When you landed you sent some electricity through the ground, searching for electrical wires, you wouldn’t damage them, you’d just use them to cut the power at the very source.
A drop of sweat slid down your face. It was difficult to locate the wires, to recognize what was your electricity and what wasn’t. And you needed to stay in control and not fry the wires. You took several deep breaths, focusing as hard as you could and finally, after what felt like eternity, you found it, the steady current going toward the building. That was the hardest part.
With a bit of a smirk, you sent your own electricity toward the power source and disrupted it, cutting off the power in the entire building, you would have cut the power off for entire block to make it less suspicious, but you didn’t have that kind of control.
Well, more optimal solutions aside, you accomplished what you were after. You zapped to the knife in the tree and tossed another one through the open window, zapping inside. For once you allowed the beast within you to somewhat come out as your eyes turned red and your vision cleared, the darkness around you was no longer an issue. Perks of your primary beast being what it was.
You broke into the archive, making sure to make as little sound as possible as you did that, and powered the computer on with your electricity. Your eyes narrowed as you forcefully bypassed the security. This was why you were so focused on learning all about technology you could, with your powers and knowledge you were a human hacker, capable of breaking into any device you were familiar with, regardless of passcodes or any other protections. With full access to the PC you began searching through the files, starting with Crackstone. There wasn’t anything there, at least not anything you didn’t already know. So, you went with another tactic.
Garrett Gates, dead family, the mansion that was long abandoned but recently bought by some woman. None of this was helping you, at all. You should have brought Wednesday with you somehow, maybe she could have seen something in this mess of information.
“Come on, it’s an old family, surely someone wrote some kind of book about it?” you muttered, already anxiously searching for Garrett’s grandparents or someone even further back. Nothing, it was as if one of Jericho’s oldest families just vanished from records older than a century ago and you weren’t sure if it was them specifically or if it was just in general. No books, no records, the only new information was the existence of their mansion, which you could have figured out without extra effort.
As the last ditch effort you wrote ‘Fire will rain’ and all of a sudden something strange began happening, it was as if something was disrupting you, as if there was a security in place that was specifically meant to stop a raiju or someone else capable of using lightning from getting into the system.
“Shit!” you cursed, turning the computer off and running outside, no longer caring if someone working here would catch you. You didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but just for a moment you felt as if you could sense the danger, as if you were on a timer and needed to get away as soon as possible, otherwise you’d be in way over your head. You reached the window you came in through and were about to zap to the knife in the tree when you froze and ducked. Someone was in the tree, right where your knife was.
That figure, it didn’t feel human, it didn’t feel like you were looking at some outcast, just one glimpse was enough to freeze you on the spot. It didn’t matter that staying near the window made you vulnerable, that it was the obvious entry point for you, none of that mattered. You just couldn’t move.
Your heart hammered in your chest, there was nothing you could do, to escape or protect yourself. Somehow, despite only catching the glimpse of that figure you knew not even shifting into your beast form would help. You were at the mercy of whatever was in the tree, you couldn’t even pull out your phone to apologize to your parents for being reckless, you could just sit there and wait.
And then the tension vanished, but so did your knife. And the power was back on. You dared to look outside and the moment you did that you were met with completely blue eyes staring down at you, no pupils, nothing, not even the sclera was white, everything was pale blue. Before you could even begin to understand what was going on; before you could even take in any other features of the one in front of you, you were struck by pain and slammed into a wall. There wasn’t even a sound, there was nothing, just pain, excruciating pain you couldn’t endure.
~X~
Wednesday was always a light sleeper, though she learnt how to ignore certain sounds in the middle of the night. A loud thud against the wall and a body dropping to the floor was one of those sounds. Thing frantically tapping her arm wasn’t something she could ignore though. Especially when he insisted on repeating your name in Morse code.
“What?” she didn’t appreciate being woken up, and it didn’t sound like you were losing control over yourself. But Thing was persistent, so she opened her eyes and sat up. Due to Enid’s excessively colorful side of the window Wednesday couldn’t see it quite clearly, but she could swear she saw a body lying there. Thing jumped from her bed and ran outside, turning around just once to make sure Wednesday was following him.
Surely it wasn’t you, right?
But it was you.
You were right there, unconscious and lying on the cold stone of the balcony. “Y/N,” she touched your neck to make sure you were alive, only to be struck by a vision. It was just flashes this time, chilling completely blue eyes, a shadowy figure in the tree, being thrown against the wall, and then nothing. Wednesday almost gasped, both due to the vision and the realization that you were alive.
What were you doing? How did you get into this situation? Wednesday didn’t know, all she knew was that she needed you to wake up, because carrying you and risking another vision wasn’t something she wanted to deal with. So, she shook you slightly, ignoring how the grunt of pain you let out didn’t sound as good as she hoped it would. Not when she wasn’t the one that caused it. No one else should have that right and whoever did this, sooner or later she’d get her revenge.
“Y/N,” she spoke again as you blinked a few times. You looked disoriented, in pain, and barely aware of where you were, and then your eyes widened and you frantically looked around, jumping to your feet, and pulling Wednesday behind you before she could even realize what was happening.
“What? Where is that?!” you were looking for whatever or whoever attacked you, and there was no doubt in Wednesday’s mind that you were instinctively making sure you were between her and whatever danger you were worried about.
“Calm down, we’re alone,” she assured you, but you didn’t listen, still stuck between flight and fight response. “Y/N,” she tried with your name and that reached you as you let out a shuddering breath and calmed down enough to turn around and look at Wednesday. “Can you walk alone?” she asked and though wide-eyed you nodded slowly.
You didn’t move and Wednesday realized you were waiting for her to get inside first. With a heavy sigh she did exactly that. A thought came to her mind, entirely related to the information her mother revealed to her. About that generational bond between her family and raiju.
As far as Wednesday was concerned this, from your interaction with Wednesday to this apparent protectiveness, simply wasn’t your choice. You couldn’t help it if her being an Addams made you drawn to her. That would certainly explain your behavior toward her, your acceptance of who she was. She was different, she was stronger than some curse that brought the two of you together, she knew about it, she wasn’t influenced by it. Every experience she had with you was of her own free will, and so was this. If a raiju was meant to die for an Addams, it certainly wouldn’t be you dying for her.
No matter the consequences of that choice.
And that decision was even more definitive now that you came back from wherever you were like this. Clearly in pain, though without visible injuries, and attacked for something she was almost certain had something to do with her and/or her investigation.
Even she could see how distraught you were, but there was nothing she could do other than lead you to your part of the room, only guide you to your bed until you went through the motions and got on the bed. You were anxious, still focused on perceived danger and frantic and Wednesday had to do something about it. As you were, you wouldn’t go to sleep, and she had no patience or will to deal with that right now. So, she did the next best thing and struck a pressure point on your neck before you could react.
As Wednesday watched your unconscious form she found herself biting her lower lip, angry and frustrated at what just transpired.
~X~
You were alive.
Somehow.
When you woke up the next morning the first sight you saw was Wednesday sitting at the bottom of your bed, reading a book with Thing dutifully staying next to her.
“How bad was it? Since you are sitting here?” you couldn’t help but ask, revealing to her and Thing that you just woke up. Wednesday didn’t move, she didn’t even look at you and that made you even more worried. “Wednesday?” you remembered how disoriented and afraid you were, how you followed her, frightened that whatever attacked you would come back and that she’d get hurt too if that happened. Was that really enough for this kind of reaction from her?
Thing jumped to your side and asked you how you were feeling.
You smiled a bit, bringing your fist up to fist bump him. “I’ll be fine, Thing,” and you would be, the pain from last night was mostly gone. Being a raiju meant you had a higher than average tolerance to pain and that you healed faster than normies and most outcasts as well.
Wednesday just stood up and went to her bed, not even looking at you in the process. You sighed softly and glanced at Thing. You thought he’d just shrug, keeping Wednesday’s secrets under lock and key, but he didn’t. He openly told you she was worried and that she spent the night watching over you, that the lack of pain had a lot to do with the medicine she injected you with and you just leaned your head back into the pillow and nodded.
You made Wednesday worried and had nothing to show for it. All you accomplished was getting caught and hurt.
~X~
Two days later Enid approached you while Wednesday was tending to Eugene’s bees and the two of you were alone in your room with an idea you would have loved, if there wasn’t one tiny detail that made you refuse.
“Come on, it’s Wednesday’s birthday and there’s no better place for her!” Enid tried to persuade you.
“I agree, that’s the perfect place for Wednesday’s surprise birthday party, but, there’s a lake I need to get across and I’m not doing that,” you were absolutely never going to give in and approach that lake. Or any other bigger body of water. Not even for Wednesday.
“Y/N, come on! If you aren’t there there’s fifty percent higher chance she won’t even tolerate it!” Enid kept trying, as stubborn as she always was.
You sighed. “No, not even for Wednesday,” besides, you had a feeling Wednesday would hate the surprise either way. She barely spoke to Xavier, and you were fairly sure she never spoke with Yoko, or Ajax and whoever else Enid was going to convince to join. Frankly, you and Enid were the only ones whose presence at Wednesday’s surprise birthday party was understandable. “Besides, she is going to hate it either way,” you pointed out.
“Well, maybe she will, but I will show her that she is appreciated and accepted!” and you thought Enid’s reasons and way of thinking were perfectly reasonable and something most people would appreciate, but that was the thing about Wednesday, she didn’t need to feel like she was appreciated or accepted, she was the one in complete control.
Besides, you were still shaken by what happened at the mayor’s office building. At the end of the day you owed Wednesday for taking care of you. And you weren’t about to repay her with a surprise party, even if it was for her birthday. You’d wish her a happy birthday the morning of her birthday and you’d hand her the gift you’ve more or less had ready ever since you took Wednesday’s knife.
Frankly, you were just glad that knife remained in your possession, unlike the knife you left in that damn tree.
“I really can’t convince you?” Enid tried, hopefully, for the last time.
“You really can’t. I’m not getting close to that much water, no matter what,” you stood your ground. It wouldn’t matter what the reason was, you just, plain and simple, wouldn’t risk falling into water, no matter how safe the transportation was.
Not even for Wednesday.
A/N: Well, there’s chapter 9, a bit short, but I feel like I accomplished what I was after. Honestly, I’m gambling on that line from Laurel, that it’s a part of the bigger game or whatever she said, paying off and blindly adding to that part of the plot. Will it work out? Well, I hope it will. Worst case scenario I can use ‘wrong people’ line from Bianca’s mom as an explanation. Oh, well, we’ll see when season 2 comes out.
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months
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Hi! This is the Morissa x Reader requester, finally got it edited, lol. (If u don't want to do it that's completely fine ☺️)
(Would love it being split into or a long chapter with the build up and then the fucking lol)
Sub!Morticia x Sub!Larissa x Top!Tall!Fem!Shapeshifter!Reader, Morticia and Larissa loved being carried and had been begging to be manhandled during sex but Reader is too scared to because of her werewolf strength but Tish and Rissa conduct a plan to get Reader to break and do it, and when that happens Reader snaps and fucks them both into nothing but babbling nonsense messes.
(Morticia loves being manhandled during sex and moved by Reader into the position Reader wants her in, Morticia loves being carried upright, legs wrapped around readers waist, arms around readers neck and head tucked into neck(doesn’t care where y’all are will just jump into ur arms and snuggles into you, been that way sinceur time at Nevermore together, Same with Rissa but she loves being carried bridal style and curled up with head tucked into readers neck. What sets Reader off is when she peaks into Rissa's office and sees them masterbating side by side but they don't know Reader saw till she gets home)
(Biting kink(likes to bite and be bit, Morticia), spanking(both), Daddy kink(both), shapeshifter peen(Reader), praise kink(both), they both absolutely PREEN at being called good girls and melt on the spot (literally ruined underwear).
Hey there anon, thanks for being so patient 💕 I would love to write this!! We love sub!larissa & sub!morticia 🤭🏳️‍🌈 AND we LOVE some build up! I added a song for inspiration and some extra spice 😉 SMUT to come in later chapters!
Bend us, Break us Pt. 1 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Morticia Addams xFem Dom!Tall!Shapeshifter!Reader
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Warnings: NSFW, implied smut, Dom & Sub relationships, polyamorous lifestyle, etc…
Part 1 of a mini series
Enjoy (;
After the fiasco with Wednesday and Marilyn Thornhill almost destroying the school, Morticia had found it best to join the faculty to keep an eye on Wednesday.
The new school year welcomed Morticia Addams as the official Potions instructor as well as You as the new Herbology Professor.
And Larissa being lucky to be alive was an understatement.
You as the Marilyn’s assistant had found Larissa with the poison already in her system and everyone else having left. You had managed to counter act the poison with a rare healing plant that you had been secretly growing on the side.
From there, Larissa had immediately given you the job of being the herbology professor.
~~~
Morticia and Larissa had always had a thing.
And now that they were working together, it made their thing even more apparent…
But there was one singular, nagging issue…
They were both submissive.
Larissa spent her whole day and night dominating in her life, so when it came to her sex life, she was more than willing if not insistent that she hand over the reins of control.
Similarly, Morticia was the matriarch over the entire Addams family and she had such a submissive husband, that she couldn’t handle another thing in which she was expected to be in control.
Both women just needed a break for gods sake…
And this thing between them, only made the pair even more sexually frustrated.
Luckily, They found you.
~~~
After Larissa’s near death experience, she insisted to take you out for coffee as a thank you.
From the time you had been working as the herbology assistant, Larissa had gauged you to be introverted, calm, and shy person. Overall very submissive.
This was ironic to her as your build screamed the exact opposite; You were toned and quite tall (and that’s a big claim coming from Larissa), you carried yourself with elegance and dressed well.
But your presence was quiet, you did as you were told, and you rarely raised a hand against anything.
But Ohhh how her perspective changed when you two met for that coffee…
She had insisted that you call her Larissa, and you had immediately insisted the same for you as well.
Unlike at the school, you were far more talkative to the blonde and your laughter and smiles were far less contained.
Larissa quickly came to find your laugh rather intoxicating…
You were a lot more straight forward and clear on what you wanted and what you thought.
She realized that while you were introverted, you were certainly not submissive.
And as you and her were chatting, a thought sparked in Larissa’s mind…
You were the solution to her and Morticia’s little dilemma.
That was of course if a) you even liked women and b) you were even interested.
Which both of these things stumped Larissa a bit as she had no clue.
So naturally Larissa decided that after her coffee with you she would go directly to Morticia’s office to confer with her.
~~~
“I’m sorry, what?” Morticia asked, a bit stunned from the retelling of events which Larissa had just given her.
“It’s a lot I know. But I think it could work… But I don’t know if she’s interested or even gay, ‘Tish…” Larissa continued.
Their cute nicknames for each other always made the other woman blush…
At that, Morticia let out a elegant giggle if there ever was one.
“She’s gay, ‘Rissa…” Morticia chuckled.
Larissa looked at her with confusion.
Morticia burst into more laughter at her face, “You really have terrible gaydar…!” She chuckled once she had composed herself more.
“I do not…” Larissa grumbled.
“Yes you do.”
At not wanting to discuss this topic anymore, Larissa pivoted the conversation.
“Alright, but even if she is gay, there is no guarantee that she would be interested in something like that…” she spoke with a hint of disappointment laced in her tone.
“Hmmm…” Morticia mused, “Well why don’t we just ask her…?”
“Who?” was Larissa’s immediate, next question.
The room went silent.
“Not it!” Both of the women yelled simultaneously.
They both groaned and laughed at their own unwillingness to step up and ask.
“Perhaps it would be better if we both approached Y/N.” Larissa stated.
And Morticia couldn’t agree more.
~~~
Everyone knew that being called into the principals office was never a good thing…
So when you got requested by the principal at the crack ass of dawn on the following Monday morning, you were nervous to say the least.
Had you done something at the coffee meet?
Did you forget to turn something in?
Where you in trouble??
As you reached Larissa’s office doors, you took a deep breath and knocked with a slightly shaky hand.
“Come in!” You heard two muffled voices yell.
Two people?
Maybe you had offended or hurt somebody??
You took another deep breath before opening the door to be met by none other than Larissa Weems and Morticia Addams standing in Larissa’s office.
~~~
The second you had walked into the office, Morticia and Larissa shared a look and both committed in that moment.
“Professor, Lovely for you to join us. We had a matter that we wanted to discuss with you.” Larissa began.
“Alright. What’s the matter?” You asked.
Larissa looked over to Morticia for help.
“Well… Why don’t we all have a seat first.” Morticia suggested, glancing over to Larissa dottingly.
Larissa let out a small sigh of relief which she hoped you hadn’t caught before continuing, “Yes! That sounds like an excellent idea. Please Morticia, Miss L/N, do sit.”
“Thank you.” You spoke, “And Professor or Y/N will be just fine.”
Larissa didn’t meet your gaze but rather have a curt nod and a small smile as she too sat down.
“So… What would you like to talk about?” You asked again.
Both women took a deep breath.
They exchanged glances, in an almost fight for who would ask you…
Morticia won.
“We… We are looking… Well, we thought…” Larissa stumbled over her words.
“We’re polyamorous!” Morticia blurted out.
Larissa’s eyes widened at Morticia’s bluntness, “Yes, and we’re interested in you…”
Silence.
Both women sat there on the edge of of their seats, awaiting your response.
A small smirk crept up on your face as you finally responded, “Ah I see… Well then what do you want from me?”
Both woman stared at you doe eyed with their mouths agape as they both audibly gulped.
~~~
When you knocked on Larissa’s office door, you were nervous.
When you heard two people calling for you to enter, you were still shaking.
But then you walked in met by none other than Larissa Weems and Morticia Addams…
There was something off.
You knew from the second the pair had exchanged glances as you walked in. It looked like glances of reassurance almost…
Suddenly, you felt a little less nervous.
“Professor, Lovely for you to join us. We had a matter that we wanted to discuss with you.” Larissa had said.
Her voice was faltering and she was straining and struggling to keep her authoritative tone…
You knew this behavior…
“Alright. What’s the matter?” You matter of factly stated.
Seemingly the entire power dynamic has flipped on its top in a matter of seconds…
Then Larissa looked over to Morticia AGAIN. You had never seen such a dependent, questioning side to the woman.
“Well… Why don’t we all have a seat first.” Morticia said,
in what you assumed she tried to convey as a decision but came out a lot more like a questioning suggestion…
Then you heard Larissa’s breath hitch in a sigh.
You flickered your eyes in her direction, but she quickly looked away.
“Yes! That sounds like an excellent idea. Please Morticia, Miss L/N, do sit.” larissa managed to choke out.
She was back on a last name basis… desperate to try and front some sort of formality and power, you noted.
You were sure to correct her, something inside you was driving to put Larissa back in her place…
“Thank you. And Professor or Y/N will be just fine.”
At that Larissa still couldn’t meet your gaze, and Morticia was conveniently staring out the window.
But you caught her recognition with her small smile and nod.
That would never do if she was yours…
But she wasn’t yours.
“So… What would you like to talk about?” You asked again, now even more curious than before.
Both women’s breathing hitched, which they corrected almost immediately with a deep breath.
You were fully involved at this point. You wanted to know what had them so riled up.
And then they started flickering their gazes back and forth…
It was only for mere seconds, but you wouldn’t miss something like that.
And this is when it clicked for you…
These two strong, independent women in front of you were submissively squirming underneath you…
They were fighting for dominance.
And Morticia most definitely had won.
“We… We are looking… Well, we thought…” Larissa stuttered, causing a blush to tint her cheeks from embarrassment and causing you to have to stifle a giggle.
“We’re polyamorous!” Morticia blurted out, but immediately becoming red after her own statement.
You could tell that that made Larissa shift and squirm in her seat…
They were getting to the matter which made them squirm so deliciously…
“Yes, and we’re interested in you…” Larissa added on in a desperate attempt for their desperation to be salvaged.
But it was too late.
You knew…
“Ah I see… Well then what do you want from me?”
You knew what they wanted…
But you wanted to make them say it…
~~~
Part 2 linked here 😏
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juicyflawless25 · 11 months
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Tell Me How It's Looking, Babe (Nsfw)
Larissa Weems x Reader
Word Count; 5,559
Warnings; explicit sexual content (includes a shapeshifted appendage)
Notes; I feel like this fic is a hot mess, but I wanted to share it with you all anyway. Loosely inspired by the song Partition by Beyonce. Somehow my brain took me off in a weird direction. Also, for the purpose of this fic, it is implied that both Larissa and reader are shapeshifters. I felt it was time for Larissa to be on the receiving end of things. Cross posted on a03, link in the title.
It was a rare occasion that would arise when Larissa and yourself were able to get out and enjoy yourselves away from Nevermore. Most of the time it was you grading homework, putting lesson plans together, and helping Larissa with whatever she needed. As for the principal, she worked into the wee morning hours and crawled into bed just before the sun came up. There was always something for her to do. Meetings, event plans, student situations, and emails forever waiting to be read and replied to. The list was neverending. 
That was why when a week-long break presented itself, you took the chance to set up a fancy little to do with your beloved wife. You knew she needed something to get her mind off the Addams family, Wednesday being the biggest culprit of the problems. She had stressed herself into madness over what had been happening and it broke your heart. Instead of letting her wallow in the stress, you were going to be the best wife a woman could be.
It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get Larissa to agree to go out. You had begged, pleaded, and gotten down on your knees. She had eventually relented, however, because she knew you weren’t going to give up until you got what you wanted. You had squealed and hugged her tight, kissing her all over her face when she had agreed. That alone had brought a smile to her face, the look there telling you she both regretted and was happy she had decided on a yes.
You had given Larissa the instructions of what to wear a week before your engagement. You had told her “Think red carpet. Think catwalk goddess!” Her eyebrows had knitted together at that, wondering where you could be taking her. “It’s a secret!” You had said to her inquiries, winking at her and walking away with a shit-eating grin on your face. 
The week had passed by quickly, due to situations arising at Nevermore. You had made Larissa promise she wouldn’t try to forego your night together, giving her the biggest doe eyes you could muster in retaliation. She could never resist that look, no matter how much she wanted to.
The two of you had gotten dressed in your finest in separate places, having brought up the idea to surprise each other with what you were wearing. You had offered the idea because you had something in mind that you knew Larissa hadn’t been expecting. What you weren’t expecting, however, was the way your wife had decided to doll herself up.
As you stood by the limo you had rented, wanting to give her the treatment of a Queen, your mouth dropped audibly as you watched Larissa gracefully strut down the steps of Nevermore.
“Holy shit.” You breathed, trying to gain some sort of composure before she got closer. 
Larissa’s eyes watched you intently as she descended the stairs, practically gliding down them like she was gingerly placed on a cloud. The way she looked you over, taking in the tight white suit you were wearing, told you that you had made the right choice. You had foregone a white collared shirt underneath the suit jacket, opting to leave your chest only moderately covered by the lapels. You could tell that seemed to be Larissa’s favorite part as her eyes lingered there and her tongue came out to lightly lick at her lips. Her wandering eyes traveled downward, taking in the way your suit pant hugged tightly to your curvacious hips and ass. The heels that you chose to wear with it only made Lairssa’s heartbeat flutter even more. 
As she approached you, your eyes still captivated by her and your mouth still hanging open, Larissa smiled like a tiger stalking its prey. “You look stunning, darling.” She complimented, eyes raking over your body a few times more. 
Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at her compliment and the way her eyes looked so hungrily at you. “I-I could say the same.” You started, finally taking a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. “Jesus Christ, Larissa. You have my mouth watering just looking at you.”
It was her turn to blush a deeper shade of pink, ducking her head before looking at you through her eyelashes. “All for you, love.” She said, throwing you a wink that made your knees buckle and your legs weak.
Now up close, you could see the subtle makeup Larissa had applied, taking on a different look than usual. It suited her, the way the softness of it highlighted her features subtly. Her lips were adorned with a nude color, something much more tame than her usual red. Her hair cascaded to the side of her shoulder, curls twisting in perfectness while the rest of it framed the side of her face beautifully. The dress she was wearing? You had never seen her wear something with such a flow, but the way it both hugged her body and wafted around her made you wish you were the fabric.
The soft pink she had chosen for the dress made it look like she was wrapped in beautiful morning sunlight. It brought out the blue in her eyes and the soft roundness of her face. And the length of the dress brought out the statuesque build you knew intimately and adored. She was stunning in all of her glory. So stunning that you could feel the confidence exuding from her. Larissa was perfect, no matter which way you looked at it.
The more you stared at her, the more your mouth became dry. You had a sneaking suspicion that the moisture was moving to a different location on your body. But that would have to wait for a while. There was a reason you were all dressed up, after all. 
Remembering that there was a limo waiting behind you, you moved to stand beside Larissa, placing a hand gently on her lower back. With the other hand, you reached to open the door swiftly for your wife. 
“After you, gorgeous.” You said, making a show of sweeping your arm toward the inside of the vehicle while the other pushed softly on Larissa’s back to guide her.
Without hesitation, the principal moved with grace to place herself inside the limo, scooting over to make room for you as she patted the spot next to her. There was a loving smile on her lips, but something suggestive danced behind her expressive blues. She involuntarily licked at her lips as you climbed in behind her, her eyes roving over your body in the most bawdy of manners.
“Like something you see?” You questioned, putting on an air of confidence that was undermined only minorly by the pink tone of your cheeks. 
With a smirk that could put Aphrodite herself to shame, Larissa gazed straight into your eyes her voice dropped an octave in her answer. “Yes, I do.” Well, there was no mistaking that, was there?
You shivered visibly before closing the limo door behind you. You stared back at Larissa, situating yourself as close to her as possible. The two of you were a hair's breadth away from each other’s faces, legs and hips touching as you felt the electricity spark around you. You were moments away from just kissing the hell out of your wife, but a clear of the throat from the front stopped your movements.
Both yours and Lairssa’s eyes broke away to practically glare at the driver. Were you slightly mad at him for breaking a moment? Yes. You knew it was irrational though. After all, he was only doing his job.
“Are we ready to go, ladies?” He questioned, a small, kind smile on his face.
You had to swallow down all of the erotic emotions you were feeling before answering him. It wasn’t helping that Larissa had placed her hand possessively on your thigh, though the look on her face made it seem like it was casual. You knew better than that. 
“Yes, sir!” You finally responded, perhaps a moment too long for it to be comfortable. 
The driver gave a nod before rolling the partition up, making a breath release from your lungs as he did so. 
You turned your attention back to Larissa, feeling her hot stare on you before you even turned your head. There was so much emotion dancing in her eyes and you could tell all of them were adoringly directed at you. God, the way she looked at you always further melted you into a bigger puddle. The two of you were so connected that all she had to do was give you a look and you knew exactly what she was saying. Right now she was giving you the impression that she wanted to eat you up right then and there. That thought alone had your heart racing.
“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
You blanked for a moment, your mind still trying to wrap itself around how brilliant and sexy Larissa looked. She waited patiently for you to answer, watching as the wheels turned slowly in your head to catch up. 
“Right! Well!” You started, excitement painting your facial features. “I know how much you love fashion and how deep into it you are. How you keep up with everyone is beyond me!” You cut your rant off immediately, not wanting to go too deep down a rabbit hole. You were explaining, not pondering. “I arranged for us to go watch a fashion show!” A wide grin leaped across your face, sticking there as you waited for your wife’s reaction. 
The most brilliant of smiles lit up the principal’s face, her eyes shining even brighter. You could tell before she even spoke that this was a pleasant surprise. “Y/N! Darling!” She began, hands coming up to cup your cheeks heartily. It seemed she was at a loss of words though as her mouth hung open and she stared at you, hands not moving from your face. 
You smiled as brilliantly back as you could, considering her palms were squeezing your cheeks almost painfully. But you didn’t care! All you cared about was that you had just made your wife a happy, happy woman! 
“Oh my god, no one has ever done this for me before! And it’s been years since I’ve been able to do something like this!” She shook you lightly, blue eyes sparkling with wonder and adoration.
With a chuckle, you placed your hands on her hips and made little circles with your thumb on each side in a soothing manner. “I wanted to do something spectacular for you because you deserve it! You deserve a break and to be given a night of something fabulous!” Your words were slightly mush-mouthed while Larissa’s hands were on your cheeks, but she understood every word.
“You are the best wife a woman could ever ask for!” Larissa exclaimed, bringing her head forward to place her forehead against yours. She rubbed your nose lightly with hers for a moment before she chuckled at the pout on your face. “I know you want a kiss, darling, but I don’t want to ruin my lipstick…yet.” With that, Larissa winked and let go of your face, moving to sit back in the seat.
Her arm looped around yours as she sat a little closer to you, giggling gently at the aroused look on your face. Her wink alone had told you that something quite lovely would be happening later. But only after Larissa made it to the fashion show. 
The pulse between your legs begged for a little something, but you only squeezed your thighs together tightly to hold it back. You weren’t about to ruin anything of your wife’s before she gave you permission to. Besides, the whole reason for this evening was to make it to the location for her to enjoy. What kind of wife would you be if you messed things up before even getting there?
Larissa did notice the way you squeezed your legs together, her heat rising to her chest and making her heartbeat thrum faster. The way you looked tonight made her want to undress you with her eyes and then her hands, savoring every moment of it. Of course, she was quite enjoying how you looked in your dapper lesbian style, clearly trying to show off for her. And she knew it was all for her. Every part of your outfit was something she had discussed with you before when daydreaming about going somewhere fancy. Larissa had explained it all in great detail and she was only slightly shocked to find that you had remembered it all.
You could see the way your wife’s cerulean irises were looking over you and you had to hold back several whimpers when those looks turned smoldering. You even watched as she bit her lip a few times and you wished you could read her mind, just to see what was going on in her head. Of course, you had a feeling it wouldn’t help the ever-growing need for her if you could.
It seemed like hours before you arrived at your location, what with the way the two of you had been holding yourselves back the entire ride there. You could hear babbling outside of the car window as you gazed out to look and see the crowd meandering about, waiting to be chauffeured in. Behind you, Larissa buzzed with excitement. So much so that you could tell she was almost ready to push you out of the way just so she could get out and see everything more clearly.
You let out a small laugh just before the chauffeur opened the door for the both of you, that same gentle smile on her face as he bowed. “Welcome, ladies. I do hope you enjoy the event.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Larissa clapped her hands together behind you and rushed forward past you, all while grabbing your hand and pulling you with her. “Come, darling! There must be lots to see!” The joy she was feeling was positively radiating off of her. That in itself made your heart swell with pride and a big grin stretch your lips.
You followed along with Larissa arm in arm, her holding onto you tightly. At the same time, she walked with her head held high and a sway to her hips that just screamed confidence. As you had wanted to happen, the thoughts of Nevermore and Wednesday were long gone as you made your way into the facility, Larissa teeming with exhilaration. It seemed your planned night was well on its way to being a success. 
A few hours later, the two of you emerged from the fashion show with a giddiness about you. The show had been fascinating to watch, but your eyes had been trained on Larissa most of the time. Fashion was interesting, artistic, wonderful, and quite lovely, but none of it compared to your wife. She was the most beautiful and interesting thing in the room, easily. 
You had nodded along to her comments, chiming in with your own whenever she seemed interested in them. But your highest excitement came from watching her every time a new outfit appeared on the stage, the light dancing in her eyes brighter and brighter with every passing moment. Jesus, you loved this woman with your entire being.
As the two of you rode in the limo back to Nevermore, you continued to listen to Larissa chirp animatedly about the entire show, practically recounting each second of it. You watched her with heart eyes, just smiling at her and loving the way her hands moved so animatedly as she spoke.
After a moment, Larissa slowed her talking down and blushed deeply, realizing she had been talking your ear off incessantly. “I’m so sorry, darling. I can stop.” She murmured, trying to hide her eyes and her blush from you.
“No! No, no!” You nearly shouted, wincing slightly at the sound of your voice. You calmed yourself down and grabbed Larissa’s hands, holding them gently in your own. “Please don’t ever apologize for being so unabashedly you!” You began, one hand coming up to cup her cheek so you could turn her eyes towards you. “I adore the way you talk about the things you love, babe. And I would listen to you forever. I swear!”
When you were sure she wasn’t going to look away from you, your hand on her chin moved to cross an X over your heart to emphasize your promise. You could see little tears starting to form in her eyes, but the smile on her face told you that they were happy tears.
“You’re the most wonderful wife I could have ever asked for.” Larissa whispered, leaning closer to you so she could lean her forehead against yours. It was your turn to blush now.
“I just want to make sure you know you’re loved, Riss.” You started, leaning in for a quick kiss before continuing. “I want you to be confident in the fact that I love every piece of you. And you deserve the world! So I’m trying hard to give as much of it to you as I’m capable of.”
Larissa’s bottom lip wobbled slightly as she listened to your words, love bubbling up in her chest in a heavy wave. She wasn’t sure exactly what she had done to deserve someone like you, but she was determined to make sure that she continued to prove herself worthy of your love. Though she knew if she were to voice these words, you’d tell her that there was no one more deserving than her. You’d had that conversation before.
Unable to help herself, the principal lunged forward to crash your lips together, her hands coming up to grip the lapels of your coat. A soft, surprised squeak escaped your mouth at the action, but you wasted zero time in returning the kiss with full force. 
Larissa pressed her chest against yours, breaths mingling as the kiss turned more heated and teeth clashed. A small moan fell from Larissa’s lips and you swallowed the sound, savoring it and memorizing it. 
When the two of you parted a moment later, you were both taking deep breaths, chests heaving with the exertion of it. Larissa’s gaze on you was all-consuming and the blue of her eyes had almost disappeared because of how blown her pupils were. Suddenly, you could feel the heat from earlier crashing back into your body, making it throb in all the right ways. 
“Do you think the driver can see us?” Larissa whispered seductively, tinged with a slight bit of apprehension. 
Your eyes cut away from your wife to stare at the closed partition, wondering if the other side of that glass was made so the driver couldn’t see a thing of the passengers. The way your body was humming with sexual energy made you want to throw caution to the wind, but you weren’t about to do so if Larissa was uncomfortable.
“I’m not sure.” You responded, hands still gripping Larissa’s waist for dear life. 
There was a long pause from Larissa as you watched her gather her thoughts, hands still tightly holding your lapels as she mulled over the possible consequences. You could see the exact moment she had decided what she wanted because the look in her eyes turned scorching hot and needy. 
“Fuck it.” She cursed before crawling onto your lap, legs placed on either side of yours. Still towering over you, she leaned down to place a row of kisses up your jaw, stopping just before she reached your ear. “I’ve wanted to ravish you all evening, love.” Larissa teased as she pressed herself against you tightly.
Your hands came up to grip her ass, shivering visibly at her words. Larissa moaned at the feeling of you groping her hard, fingers squeezing hard enough to put fingerprints on her skin even through the dress. She ground her hips down on you and a moan echoed around the cabin of the limo.
“All I’ve wanted was to either be the dress or be under the dress.” You confessed, kissing at any part of her skin you could get your lips.
Larissa gave a low chuckle, pressing her chest to your face as her fingers came to scratch at the back of your neck and up towards your hair. She scratched at your scalp and tore a groan from your throat at the action, muffled only because you had pressed your face between her breasts and breathed her scent in.
“Although now I desperately wish this fabric was gone so I could reach more of you…and see you.” You leaned back to look up into her eyes, your hands wandering up her back only to scratch back down with your nails just as she had done with your head. 
“Don’t worry, my love, you’ll be seeing a full view of me when we return home. But for now…” Larissa let the silence linger for a moment before she gave you a filthy smile, eyes matching the tone. “I want you inside of me.”
You moaned loudly at that, wanting nothing more. “Such a dirty girl.” You responded, hands already grabbing at the bottom part of the dress to hike it up Larissa’s long, luxurious legs. Meanwhile, she reached down to unzip your pants, hands reaching in to tug at the appendage you had managed to grow just seconds before. Perks of shapeshifters, you both supposed. 
When her fingers wrapped around the shaft, already greatly straining from arousal, your head fell back at the way her skin felt against it. “Fuck.” You moaned, momentarily forgetting your actions of getting her dress out of the fucking way. 
Larissa rolled her hips, hand moving up and down with the motion, making you see stars behind your eyelids for a moment. You shuddered hard before remembering your task, hands trying not to rip her gorgeous dress in the haste of getting it to move. Your fingers finally found the bottom of the dress and you quickly reached up to attempt to move her panties out of the way. However, you found no fabric to take purchase of and your eyes flew open to look up lustily at your wife.
“I had a sneaking suspicion that forgoing panties would be of utmost importance tonight.” Larissa provided, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth to give the words an even more filthy undertone. 
Unable to help yourself any longer, your fingers swiped through Larissa’s slit, finding that she was just as aroused as you. When you pulled your fingers back, they glistened with her arousal. The cock between your legs throbbed as your mind swirled with need, your heart pounding in your ears as you brought your fingers to your mouth.
Before you could put them in your mouth to taste her, however, Larissa grabbed your wrist and brought your hand to her mouth instead. She looked deep into your eyes as she took your fingers into her mouth, tongue twisting and swirling around the digits as she tasted herself. You watched her as your mouth dropped open, taking in the sight before you.
“Oh, fuck me.” You breathed out, licking at your lips and wishing so badly that her taste was on your tongue. 
Your wife removed your fingers from her mouth with a pop, a sly grin pressing at her lips. “Later, darling. But first, I need this.” She tugged on your shaft as she said the word, letting you know exactly what she wanted.
You were in no way going to argue with her. Instead, you moved to slide your pants down your legs a bit, appendage really standing to attention as the fabric moved out of its way. Larissa removed her hand as you situated yourself, letting you take control of the moment as she watched you with hooded eyes. 
Though you couldn’t see anything due to Larissa’s dress being so long, you could feel the heat emanating from her core. Your hand disappeared under her dress to stroke your cock for a moment, preparing yourself for what was about to transpire. You positioned yourself against her entrance as your other hand moved under the dress as well, your middle finger finding her clit almost instantly. 
As you continued to gently rub circles on Larissa’s clit, moans filling your ears as she tried not to move too much just yet, you gazed up to look into her eyes. “Let me know when you’re ready, baby.” You offered gently, leaning forward just a little to kiss her chest. 
It seemed that Larissa was in no mood to be teased, however, when she took control and shifted her hips downwards to initiate the first bit of penetration. She felt the head of your shaft slip inside of her surprisingly easily, the both of you keening at the sensations it created. For a moment, she halted her movements, wanting to make sure she was ready to take all of you. You gave her all of the time she needed, taking time to appreciate the wetness you could feel enveloping you below. The throb coming from Larissa’s clit against your finger seemed to be in perfect time with your heart, further proving the two of you were entirely in sync. 
You couldn’t contain the erotic noises that fell from your lips as Larissa finally moved to take all of you inside of her, hips slowly swaying back and forth to ease the slight pain that came with it. She had her eyes closed and her head tilted back just a bit, hands placed on your shoulders to steady herself.
“Y-you can move now.” She instructed, letting you know all was well. Larissa could feel your eyes on her, watching with such rapt attention that she felt the heat in her face spread to her ears. “Please, darling.” She begged in a hushed tone.
For a moment, your eyes darted to the partition, having almost forgotten that there was someone else in the vehicle. Your eyes switched back and forth between Larissa and the glass, hoping against all hope that the driver was oblivious to what was going on because there was no stopping now. 
Directing all attention to your wife, sitting so prettily on top of you, you leaned up to kiss under her chin before jutting your hips upward to sheath yourself further inside her warmth. Larissa shuddered and moaned, wrapping her arms all the way around your shoulders, leaning forward to give you the space you needed to fuck her properly. 
You took the initiative and began to slowly fuck your wife, burying your face in her cleavage as the ecstasy took over. The way she felt as she slid up and down on your shaft, further coating you in her arousal and making things even easier for the both of you, had you in a state of nirvana. There was hardly anything better than the way it felt being buried deep inside her like that. Except for her love, of course. That always trumped everything.
The pace was slow at first, not wanting to hurt the woman above you. But Larissa wasn’t having it as she began to meet your hips thrust for thrust. “Harder.” Was her only demand as she began to pick up her own pace, her mouth coming to bite and lick at your neck in hopes of spurring you on. 
Larissa always knew what to do to make you even more ravenous for her, nearly turning you into an animal as she sucked on your pulse point roughly. Your hips moved of their own accord then, fucking yourself deeper and harder into your wife’s needy cunt. 
The sounds filling the vehicle were salacious and nearly pornographic. The two of you had practically forgotten where you were as you continued pleasuring each other, you moaning explicit longing into Larissa’s ear as she moaned into yours. Every time your name came off her tongue, you had to hold yourself from coming undone right then and there. Her voice in the throes of passion was nothing short of glorious, making you feel as if heaven really was a place on Earth. 
Your wife was slamming herself down onto your shapeshifted cock, her entrance so slick with her own arousal that a squelching sound could be heard quite clearly. That only turned you on more, if you were honest.
“You feel so fucking good.” You moaned, fingers weaving their way into Larissa’s hair to pull on it tightly. It was the end of the night, you could mess it up now and there was no stopping you as you dragged her head backward and bit at her neck, leaving bruises and marks behind. You would probably get into trouble for that later, but right now you couldn’t care any less. 
“I’m so close.” Larissa warned, her hips moving quite erratically as an indication. 
“Oh god, I can feel that.” You answered back, her walls tightening around your shaft in a nearly vice grip. The two of you moaned into each other's mouths as you connected for a passionate kiss, tongues exploring and licking at each other needily. 
You broke the kiss for a moment, but only to whisper what you knew Larissa was waiting to hear. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you lose yourself on my cock.” You bit her earlobe afterward, getting the highest thrill from the way Larissa sobbed her need. 
Holding onto her tightly, you made sure to pound away at Larissa’s entrance just like she loved, knowing very well that she would be holding on much longer. And you were right because mere seconds later, she tilted her head back as if possessed and let out a long and high-pitched keen that you were certain the driver heard. The lewd noises coming from your wife as she came undone made you lose your own self-control, cumming with her as you buried yourself as deep as possible inside of her. Her walls gripped and sucked at your cock, making sure to leave you breathless and shivering as your body locked up in pleasure. 
All that could be heard for a few moments, as Larissa placed her head against your shoulder, was the sound of heavy breathing coming from the both of you. You were still holding onto her, body lightly convulsing from the white, hot heat that had just spread throughout your limbs. 
Your newly made appendage disappeared a minute later, making Larissa groan from the loss of contact and the feeling of emptiness. She began to place gentle kisses on your neck, really admiring the marks she left behind during your lovemaking. 
You were just about to open your mouth to say something when the partition ever so slightly, just enough for you to hear the driver’s voice. “Pardon, but we’ve arrived back to Nevermore.” He didn’t make direct eye contact and you could faintly see his cheeks were tinged pink. That told you everything you needed to know.
The partition rolled back up and you looked up at Larissa, who had decided to hide her face in your neck. “I can kill him so no one will ever know.” You offered, giving Larissa a bashful smile as a laugh made her body jiggle against yours. 
“I’m tempted to tell you to go through with that.” She replied, wishing momentarily that a hole would swallow her up.
“I’ll pay him well, he won’t say a word.” You rubbed her back to reassure her, kissing wherever you could reach as she still sat atop your lap. “As much as I would love to stay this way, babe, I should probably put my pants back on properly so we can get out of this limo.” 
At your suggestion, Larissa gave a small chuckle and moved away from your lap. You missed her there already. Quickly, you brought your pants back around your waist and fastened the button before the belt. When you were sure you looked a little more presentable, you looked towards Larissa who had shifted herself back into perfection.
“Showoff.” You teased, grinning at her playfully.
“Shut up and let’s get inside.” Larissa retorted, pushing you towards the door. 
With a laugh, you opened it and climbed out, holding it open for Larissa as you gave her a hand to ease herself out of the limo without messing up her dress. A wave of arousal washed through you once more as you looked her over for the millionth time this evening, counting yourself to be the luckiest person alive. 
Larissa could sense the look you were giving her without even looking at your face, but she turned her eyes toward you just to prove herself correct. She shook her head as you closed the door behind them, knowing full well that you weren’t done for the night.
“Perhaps let’s not get caught this time, hmm?” She offered in the most principal tone she could muster. 
You grinned before grabbing her waist and guiding her towards Nevermore’s stairs. “We’ll see.”
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To be alone
The Hyde is looking for Wednesday Addams, everyone knows this. But you're not scared of this. Nor of her. Pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader
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You see, i intent to make this a series and is going to be +18, i guess, but for this one the warnings are gonna be mentions of blood and fights. That's all i guess. also: i did not proofread, y'all!!! I'm sorry if you find any mistakes
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You always were an observer. Always. It was a curse and a blessing.
You were born with this quiet trait and people often took it as if you were spacing out or were just disconnected with everyone else all the time. To be honest, most of the time you felt disconnected with everyone else, yes, but you were always aware of everything. You just chose to not get involved with things that weren’t of your concern.
But when you saw her, you could not help it. There were something more than magic and attractive about the new raven student girl of Nevermore Academy.
Wednesday Addams. The one and only.
You could never be sure what made you - and let’s be honest - half of the school so magnetized by the small girl. The same mysterious and gorgeous amount of energy that Wednesday carried with her made you and the other fascinated, the other half of the school were just afraid of the strong but small girl.
Not only because of her personallity, but because of the monster that was seeking for her.
The Hyde.
You were scared for her, but not of her. Never of her.
But you never ever expected that she would notice you.
You, who show up little and speak even less.
But that was what happened. Completely out of nowhere she showed up by your side, taking you by surprise and filched a little. Just like she expected, of course.
“Don’t you sleep?” she asked. You were sat by the lake, looking at the white reflection of the Moon on the water. The only sound present was the wind that occasionally made you shiver a little, the weather was the way you liked. But now, Wednesday’s voice was present as well and her figure also made you shiver a bit, for different reasons.
“Yes”, you answered looking up to her. She was looking straight ahead not at you. You look at the lake again, like she was doing. “You?”
“It’s late. You shouldn’t be here by yourself” she pointed out, still not looking at you. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t answers your question, was the statement itself, like she was concerned about you somehow. That thought made you frown a little and look back at her. “You know there is a monster out there, attacking people”.
“Do you even know me?” you scoff, Wednesday looked at for the first time. O as far as you know, it’s the first time, because just like you, Wednesday is an observer. A pro one. Like a hawk and am owl, nothing can escape from her and that was what you were feeling right now looking back at your reflection on her black irises. Like a pray.
“Your Y/N Y/L/N, a very brilliant shapeshifter for your age… or so the teachers say” she stated. “Your also Enid’s so I inevitably heard about you, even if that wasn’t my willing”.
“Sorry to hear that Enid tortured you” you smiled without showing your teeth.
Wednesday looked you, I mean, really watched you. She was watching how your hair was softly dancing with the wind accompanied by the moonlight. She loved the feeling of solitude, but to be alone with you right now almost felt as good.
“It wasn’t torture, I usually enjoy pain. But hear her bubbling is not the good kind. It’s worse than anything”.
“So the big Addams does have a weak point. This is a real surprise”.
“Tell anyone and that will be the last thing you’ll ever say” she fiercely said. You raised your hands in defense, smiling at her. Once again Wednesday felt a weird feeling on her guts, seeing you smile. Why couldn’t she figure it out this? You?
“I guess you’re right” you said standing up. Patting your clothes to clean them. “I should go back to my dorm. It’s getting late.”
Wednesday nod one time.
“Why are you here, Wednesday?”
“I was just passing by”
“And suddenly came to the exactly place that I was. The other side of the Ophelia Hall, almost at the florets. It’s very far”
“I couldn’t sleep, was just wondering”
You squinted your eyes.
“You? Just wondering?” you scoffed, crossing your arms around your chest. “You don’t seem to be the person who even breath without thinking about. All your movements have a reason why”.
“You almost talk like you know me” Wednesday slightly lifted her perfect eyebrow. It was almost unnoticeable.
“I’ve been watching you. You caught my attention, that doesn’t happen often”.
“I could always said the same to you” she retorted.
As you were about to reply and ask one more time what Wednesday was really doing there, both of you clearly heard a noise. A loud one, coming from the bushes that were near you two.
You instantly took a step forward Wednesday. People didn’t know about your body muscles because you always wore big clothes, they were comfier, but boy you were strong. You always were exercising when you were not studying and this is about everything you do in your life.
“Stand back” you advised her. Wednesday send you a dirty look, you couldn’t see because you were looking at the bushes that were moving a little now, and that wasn’t because of the wind that was blowing.
“Don’t you ever tell me what to do”
“I’m just trying to protect you” you explained, talking low and approaching to the bushes. You looked at Wednesday. “Can you please leave now?”
“And let you here by yourself? We don’t even know what’s in there”
“It could be the Hyde, we both know it” you said. “That’s why you came here outside, wasn’t it? You’re crazy to find who is it, aren’t you?”
You were very smart, Wednesday had to admit. Quick to solve puzzles. But she would not tell what she thinks to you or out loud, of course. You just seemed to be more and more interesting to her.
“If it’s it you can’t beat it by yourself, Y/N. The Hyde is looking for me”
“I’m stronger than I look” you gave her a half smile. “Now go back inside, Wednesday”.
“I’d love to see you try make me do something I don’t want to” the raven girl challenged.
Dammit, you thought as you sighed. She wasn’t going to back up, she was too stubborn to do that.
“Fine” you said at last. “But if it’s really what you’re looking for you won’t stay here. You’re going to the school and call for the teachers, Weems, the police or whoever the hell for help, OK? I’ll try to stop this thing but you won’t stay here”.
Wednesday was analyzing you for a second. Studying your features and almost seeing through you like a dead frog in a biology class that amazed her.
“Why do you care do much?”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt” you explained. “We have a deal?” Y/N urged.
“Yes”
“OK. Good” you nod your head. You both were a bit serious now, tense as you quietly walked towards the bushes. A growl could be heard. The bushes were moving more erratically and out of nowhere, something jumps out if the bushes, aiming to attack Wednesday, but Y/N is faster and catches the thing in the air. Wednesday was petrified for a split second, but it wasn’t her fault. Everything happened in a blink of an eye.
She watched as the Hyde and Y/N were on the grass, rolling from one side to the other as Y/N was struggling to hold the enormous creature. But somehow during the fight, Y/N could shift her form to a wolf, a big wolf, almost as big as the Hyde. She was strong, this Wednesday could admit out loud. Even more because she was defending her for some reason the short girl couldn’t understand.
“Go. Find. Weems!” Y/N growled. Her voice wasn’t her voice, was the wolf’s voice. A anger bark. But Wednesday was getting back to Earth quickly, pulling herself together as the Hyde looked at her with its horrid eyes.
The Hyde attacked Y/N when she was trying to get Wednesday’s attention to get out of that place and she was the one who lowed her guard and was with that was hit pretty hard in the head. The wolf’s body flew away with a shriek of pain.
“Y/N!” Wednesday wailed.
The thing’s distorted face cracked a smile looking at Wednesday, the girl shifted her gaze between Y/N’s body and the monster who attacked her. The wolf’s head was bleeding now.
You see, Wednesday was a stoic person and would never demonstrate with her facial expression or body language what she was feeling, her face was always grave and serious and all. But she was feeling a lot right now.
She was concerned with Y/N, she knew she was never able to get to the school without the Hyde get her before she could even think about it. And she was dying to know who it was and why this monster was haunting her and hurting other people. Well, in on way or another she would actually know at least one thing finally. Even if it was the dying part.
She had to think.
Fast.
The Hyde growled and huffed its big nostrils and was starting to walk walk rapidly towards Wednesday. Only to be stopped on his track by you. You was hurt, but you managed to get in front of Wednesday, like a wall. The small girl’s breath was erratic like yours.
“Why don’t you fight with you height, asshole?” you grunted.
Angered, the Hyde attacked one more time, but this time you could block its attack. And having her senses back to her, Wednesday thought of a way to get him away from you. She spotted an old rake that was laying around near the garden cleaners and ran to get it. When she took it, she glanced at the both of you and saw the Hyde on top of you while you were both fight. She didn’t think much of it. She ran toward you two again.
“Leave her alone!” she screamed as she stuck the rake into the side of his stomach, piercing the skin. That was enough to make it whimper and get off of you. You were panting as you watched the monster hold its belly as it was walking away. The Hyde was with his wide eyes looking at Wednesday, scared and surprised at the same time.
You smiled weakly. Stupid beast, it should know better than underestimate the small raven girl. Wednesday’s impassive face was looking on the monster’s eyes without blink, a silence dare to it get back, but the Hyde was too pathetic to try. Not now that it was so hurt, at least.
The monster got back to the florets.
Y/N’s whimper made Wednesday look back at her, she kneeled down by the girl side.
“You are an idiot” Wednesday said looking at her. “You could have killed yourself”.
“I know”
“Why did you do it?”
Y/N was going to answer if the blood on her mouth wasn’t making her cough and the pain on her whole body wasn’t starting to get a little too much for her to be conscious.
“Don’t say anything. I’ll get help. I don’t want you dying here like you did something when I was the one who actually saved you”.
“Yeah…” you smiled a bit, your face was getting back to normal. You were so tired that you couldn’t even open your eyes. “You’re the hero, Wednesday, you can have the credits. I won’t say anything. Maybe you’ll get a medal”.
“Can’t you pass out already?” Wednesday taunted and heard a laughed from you before you actually pass out.
She was worried in reality, but she had to make sure you were OK. The Hyde wasn’t important now, she rushed to get help for you.
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Signed L.W. Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Summary:
Both reader and Larissa decided a night on the town would benefit them greatly as a way to clear their minds. The reader enters a bar in disguise alongside their friend, Harper, but the reader's drink is stolen by a mysterious stranger. A tense moment passes between them as they exchange glances, and the reader questions the stranger's motives. Finally, the stranger softens and asks for the reader's name, creating a mix of curiosity and admiration within the reader.
Chapter 2
Larissa’s POV~
Larissa couldn't shake the thought of you from her mind. Every moment seemed to be consumed by the mental image of you, leaving her longing for a distraction. Sitting alone in her office, she poured herself a glass of smooth red wine and mindlessly scrolled through her emails in search of any respite. With one final swig of her beloved red, Larissa made the decision to call it a night. She switched off the office light and headed into the bathroom for a soothing shower. As the warm water cascaded over her body, she tried to wash away the persistent thoughts of you. Determined to break free from this constant fixation, she meticulously set her hair after the shower, hoping that completing her daily tasks would help in some way. Larissa knew that a good night's sleep might bring some solace and help her gain back control over her racing thoughts. It was evident that she needed to find a way to detach herself from this persistent longing to know who you were and where you came from. Soon, morning arrived, and along with it came a text from her coworkers, inviting her to join them later that evening for a drink after work. The offer seemed appealing as a potential distraction from her lingering thoughts of you. However, Larissa, mindful of her inability to be mentally present, politely declined the invitation. She didn't want to be rude by being physically present whilst her mind resided elsewhere. The day dragged on, with Larissa feeling the weight of her fixation growing heavier as nightfall descended upon Manhattan. Determined to find some semblance of normalcy and knowing that she needed a change of scenery, she made a decision. Instead of staying cooped up in her house, she resolved to venture out, though by herself. Being a shapeshifter offered Larissa a unique advantage in situations like these. She knew she could effortlessly assume a different appearance, allowing her to blend in without arousing suspicion. So, she donned a disguise - appearing as a woman of slightly shorter stature with lustrous black hair instead of her natural blonde locks. While she loved embracing her natural state, there were times when altering her appearance proved necessary, especially to evade recognition by her coworkers. With her disguise intact, Larissa ventured on. As she walked the streets of Manhattan, the city lights casted surreal shadows, making her feel a newfound sense of freedom. For the first time in a while, her thoughts of you seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of adventure and escape. That was until she saw something, or someone, who bore an uncanny resemblance. 
Reader’s POV~
You and Harper stealthily infiltrated a dimly lit bar nestled in the heart of Manhattan. Concealing your true identity, you assumed the guise of the mysterious figure you had previously encountered in the park. Taking a calculated approach, you positioned yourself at the bar, while Harper excused herself to the restroom for a quick touch-up of her makeup. Situating yourself strategically, your back faced the interior of the establishment, ensuring you remained out of the direct line of sight of the patrons. Engrossed in your thoughts, you idly rested your hand on the bar, unknowingly guarding the couple of drinks you had ordered. With a sudden tap on your hand, swiftly followed by a deft movement of your body, the drinks materialized right in front of you. Grateful for the prompt service, you picked up your beverage and took a few sips, still fixated on the bar before you. However, to your astonishment, a stranger boldly approached and seized the very drink you were safeguarding. The sheer shock etched across your features was indescribable, prompting a smug chuckle from the audacious individual. 
Larissa’s POV~
The audacity of this shapeshifter…That is who she assumed this person was due to their current appearance. As she pondered their motives, it became apparent that this imposter had somehow assumed her true form, effortlessly shapeshifting into the embodiment of her natural state. A surge of conflicting emotions welled up within her - a mix of bewilderment  in, anger, and a tinge of curiosity. What compelled them to don the mask of her identity? Was it a misguided attempt at impersonation, or did they harbor a more sinister purpose? She stood there in awe for a couple more minutes as time seemed to come to a halt. Inwardly seething, she couldn't help but feel violated, as if a part of her identity had been brazenly stolen. Nevertheless, a sliver of fascination mingled with her fury, prompting her to cautiously observe this shapeshifter and attempt to discern her true intentions. After all, confronting someone capable of assuming her very form required a measured approach and a steady hand.  
Reader’s POV~
Stunned by the audacity of the stranger who had so casually swiped your drink, you remained frozen in shock for a moment longer. It took a few seconds for your mind to catch up and register what had just transpired. As you prepared to open your mouth and scold her for such a bold and disrespectful move, you found yourself locked in an unexpected moment of eye contact. Her gaze was filled with a peculiar mix of curiosity and intrigue, and it left you momentarily speechless. Instead of the anticipated remorse or guilt, her expression held a sense of anticipation, as if she had been waiting for some kind of reaction. It was as if she relished the opportunity to provoke a reaction from you. Your scolding words seemed to hang on the edge of your tongue, but they were unexpectedly stifled by the enigma enveloping her gaze. Caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events, you momentarily faltered. A myriad of questions raced through your mind. Who was this woman, and why did she display such audacity? Was she truly a stranger, or did she have some concealed familiarity with your existence? The initial shock from the drink theft gave way to a newfound curiosity regarding the motives behind her unruly behavior. A fascinating mix of emotions swirled within you – anger, confusion, and an inexplicable desire to engage with this mysterious stranger standing boldly before you. 
Breaking the silence, you finally found your voice and mustered the courage to address the stranger's audacious act. "I assume there is a reason behind such boldness? Some might find it rude.", you stated, your words laced with a mix of firmness and curiosity. As you uttered those words, her gaze remained fixed, refusing to waver from your questioning glare. Her unwavering gaze intensified, and you detected a subtle flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. It was as though your inquiry had piqued her interest, perhaps even sparking a game of cat-and-mouse. The air crackled with tension, and you were acutely aware of the need to remain composed and cautious in this mysterious encounter. Time seemed to stretch as the shapeshifter continued to hold your gaze, her silence revealing nothing of her motives. You couldn't help but scrutinize her features, searching for any hint of familiarity or explanation. Yet, the enigmatic smile tugging at the corners of her lips refused to divulge her secrets.
Larissa’s POV~
Though keeping her silence was frustrating, she refused to relent. You had invaded her world, assumed her form, and it was imperative for her to find out why. With a touch of determination and a hint of annoyance, she maintained a challenging stare, waiting for you to reveal your hand and provide an explanation for such a bewildering game. 
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