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emsgwenstan · 3 months

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The letter

FLUFF babes, wholesome happy ending kinda fic, but if u know me there’s always a dash of angst thrown in. LOVE CONFESSION!

Words: 1.5-2k

Warnings: non just anxiety.

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You had to do it, it was killing you not to. There you were hands trembling smoothing down your hair and picking the invisible lint of your black v-neck’s long sleeves, your vision almost blurring due to the nerves. The piece of paper that lay on the dressers surface crumpled and worn already, every night you would reread your words over and over as if trying to memorise a script, it’s been a week since you had written the letter and the only thing to come of it was nightmares of how wrong this could go.

The plan of attack is to go find Larissa, preferably in her office confined in privacy and confess the two years of emotions to her, what will happen next is beyond you. Standing from the edge of your bed and stimming your hands as if to shake away the impending panic attack you pace to the mirror to straighten your silver necklace and fix any possible discrepancies with your simple make up.

Larissa and yourself had a great relationship, well friendship. You enrolled as an art and outcast history teacher two years ago and since then the dynamic between the two of you has been nothing short of amazing and domestic, you would go shopping in Burlington once a month and occasionally go out for dinner every Friday, as well as the random night caps that prolonged for longer then they should leading into the early hours of the morning on a school night.

Larissa had been adverse to opening up for the first six months or so, never really wanting to rely or put her trust into someone who could possibly hurt or cause harm to her feelings, understandably of course, the first personal conversation she really initiated was about previous experiences with friendships and or relationships, mortica and Marilyn being just examples. You though, seemed to understand her on a different level, having shared the same kind of difficulties, ranging from friends to past lovers and many otherwise distasteful people. She caught onto how understanding and empathetic your were, the fact that you listened and heard what she was trying to say, but not in the way other staff would listen, you didn’t show any kind of frightened emotion because of her authority, instead you saw her for her, you saw her as Larissa not principal Weems.

Finally with enough courage mustered, you snatch the letter and exit your quarters making the nerve wracking trek to her office. It’s about 6:30 when you leave, having had time to get changed and prepare after dinner and settle in the meantime. You shoved your phone in the back pocket of your navy jeans and keys in the tiny front pocket, the only sounds emanating within the stone halls are the steps of your flats and the deep inhale and exhales of breath.

Once you arrive the gold plaque with her name displayed, almost mockingly showed your reflection as if to say don’t do it, don’t fuck this. But you did it, you knocked. Larissa sat hunched over her desk and rested her elbows on the mahogany rubbing her temples to release the never ending headache when her door rang with three prominent knocks. “Come in?” Who the hell would be needing something from her no- oh. “Hey.” You said slipping through the doors and gently shutting it. “Oh y/n, how are you sweetheart?” She asked straightening up and closing her laptop.

“I’m ok…” you said quietly eyes flicking about the room as an awkward silence lingered in the air. Larissa was the first to speak again. “Is there something I can help you with?…Or?” She asked tiling her head to try catch your gaze. “Yes-no, I..I don’t know.” You stuttered. Her tense shoulders relaxed a little and her mouth involuntarily twitched into a hopefully helpful smile, even though she was confused. “Sorry I’m just…” you began with a sigh trailing to one of the seats in front of her desk and slumping into it whilst shaking your head. “It’s ok, take your time I’m all ears, you know that.” She spoke clasping her hands gracefully upon the wooden surface.

In the palm of your hand rested the yet again scrunched piece of paper, your thumbs rubbed at the corner of the page with a tremble. For the first time since entering the threshold you looked at her, properly, meeting her glittering cerulean eyes and sweet expression. She was breathtaking as always dressed in one of her finest matching cream coat and skirt suits and white silk blouse, her jewellery glistening to polished perfection and hair meticulously crafted, and to top it off the signature red lipstick you were oh so fond of.

“You look wonderful, are you off somewhere?” She asked in a smooth voice. “Hmm? Oh no.” You muttered letting the silence fall yet again. “I um…” deep breath. “I want to say something, but…I would like it if you could let me at least attempt to finish before you respond, if that’s ok.” You said gulping half way through your sentence. “That’s ok, if it’s something you’ve done I’m sure we can work through it, but I must admit your making me worried darling, you’re never this formal.” She confessed.

Abruptly standing, you turned you back to let your eyes close for a moment before continuing, putting a healthy distance between you both, you shakily unravel the paper and look to her. “You know better than anyone that I like to say and do things face to face right?” You asked as a prompt to actually stop procrastinating. “I do.” She confirmed. “And no matter the circumstances I try to face every single confronting situation.” You continue. “Of course, I try to encourage you to do so…” she trailed never taking her eyes off of you. “Ok.” You whisper.

One last look before the potential disaster you’re about to cause. “Dearest Larissa.” You began reading from the page pausing every couple of moments. “For the past two years… you have been my companion, confidant, wingwoman and best friend.” You say taking another breath. “You have listened, you have learned and tolerated much of me over this time… for that I will be infinitely grateful, just as I am for all the time we have spent together.” Your eyes flitted to her for a fraction of a second to see if she was following, she was, hanging off every word.

“Your trust and faith in me is my motivation to get up in the morning and try to succeed in the job you have generously handed to me, it also gives me a sense of pride that I am the one you choose to trust with your most inner thoughts and feelings, about people, about values, about whatever you wish to share, another thing I’m greatfull for.” You pause again to collect your bearings and hold it together. “You are kind, intelligent, sweet, beautiful and all round incredible in every sense of the word. You have a talent to command a crowd to your will and a gentleness that is rare to just the average person. I’ve never once been disappointed in who you are, not once, because it’s you and anyone who meets you in their lifetime should thank themselves lucky for having that privilege.”

Larissa sat wide eyed with her lips slightly parted in anticipation of hearing the rest. “I think I should finally own up to being the one who leaves the random flowers, sticky notes and occasional hot chocolate when you haven’t the time to get them yourself, not that you should have to, I apologise if it was too invasive and if you wish for me to stop I will do so, I believe that you deserve to have something to brighten up your day with something as simple as those, because you do.” You say starting to feel the tears prick in the corners of your eyes and hands unsteadily grasp the paper.

Resuming in a breaking voice. “On that note you deserve so much, someone’s hand to hold or shoulder to cry or collapse on, an unasked for embrace and a warm bed filled with tender care. You have no idea-.” You cut yourself of by sniffing and wiping the free falling droplets rolling down your cheeks. “No idea how much it pains me to know that you feel unseen, overlooked and unappreciated by others, but you have to know how much I see what you do, I see the sleepless nights behind your eyes and the insults scared on your heart.” You said holding back sobs.

“I know that you don’t-.” You bit your lip suppressing the pain just for a while longer. “That you don’t feel what I do… that my feelings are unrequited, but at this moment I wouldn’t want to spend my time doing anything else then making sure that you know.” Tilting the paper down and raising your eyes to meet hers you spoke again. “How loved you are, how much you are loved by me, and that you will always have someone who is proud of you for everything, and is interested in all the things you have to say.” You lifted to paper back to you frame of vision and read the last part of you letter.

“Because you Larissa are cherished and held in the most sacred part of my soul and have a home in my heart. I love you with every fibre of my being my sweet girl and I hope you don’t ever forget it… yours, y/n y/l/n.” The second you finished the tightnesses in your throat felt like your breathing constricted to only the most minuscule of air. Gasping for it you dropped to your knees and held onto your chest as if it would help in some way.

Larissa’s own tears fell as you pressed on, the second you fell to the floor she sprung into action by coming to your side, she knelt on the ground and placed a hand on your shoulder to signal her presence. You looked up at her and instantly reached for her face with one hand and the other still holding onto your chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry Larissa, please, please, please don’t hate me I’m sorry, I ruined everything, I just- I…” you mumbled almost incoherently between gasps, and just like that when you truly saw her through stinging tears you yourself asked her if she was ok.

“Oh, no don’t cry! Please, no you’re ok, you’re ok.” You squeaked using your other hand to remove the mascara streaks down her porcelain skin. Larissa was stunned by the way you selflessly still even at this point managed to be more concerned about her then you own breakdown. Larissa had never in her life time experienced something like this, not a single person has ever expressed such concern and care towards her and she doesn’t know how to react. She knows that this isn’t the first time you have told someone you like them, but she also knows you have never told someone you love them, let alone that being her.

“I can go, I’ll- I’ll go and I’ll leave you be, ok? You can forget this ever happened alright?” You said sitting back on your thighs to reach the dropped letter, but Larissa stopped you by grasping your wrist and making you look at her. “Stop. Just stop… you’ll stay.” She said in a groggy tone. “But-.” “No.” She cut in. Coming back full force your body wreaked with more uncontrollable sobs. Larissa guided you into her arms and let you be broken just for a moment to release your pent up adrenaline. She held you and rocked you until you calmed and slowed with the pouring apology’s. Gently she tried to coax you out of your state by quietly shushing and running her palm over the crown of your head to the nape of your neck over and over.

Neither of you knew how long it was that you sat wrapped together, but when it felt right Larissa pulled back and cupped your face in her hand and peered into your swollen and puffy eyes. “Thank you.” She breathed. You stared back at her almost emotionless drained of any and all energy, you were confused as to why she chose to thank instead of ask you to leave in disgust. “I’m sorry that I did this.” You started. “But I’m not sorry that I fell in love with you.” You said picking at the skin around your nails. “Nor am I.” She replied. The crease in your brows deepened at her words.

Slowly Larissa lent her forehead against your own and breathed deeply. “What did I do to be graced with you?.” She whispered. “I’m the one who should be proud of you darling, you said it. You said what I’ve wished to say for a long time, and… I know that must have been very difficult to say, but I’m glad you did.” She said. Your eyes fluttered close to just enjoy this small moment. “Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear, y/n…” she retracted just a little. “You are the one who is loved by me. I’m just not as brave as you to say it, but I am now and I don’t know what this means, but I see how much love you have to give, I feel it when ever your around… you told me once you believe that you were only meant to give love and not receive it, but if you will let me, I want to give mine to you.” She smiled.

This isn’t how you pictured this to go, not in the slightest, but who could ever complain. You peered into her eyes so intensely to make sure there was no underlying malice or false intention, but you didn’t find an ounce. You took ahold of Larissa’s right hand and opened her fingertips to lay a palm on your chest. “Rissa…” you started, not being able to find the right words. “I know.” She said pulling her hand with yours on top and cupping your cheek, you leaned into her touch just to relish in her warmth. More tears fell down your cheeks burning from following the same tracks as previous ones. “I’m so tired.” You hummed. “I know.”

Larissa removed her heels tossing them aside before shifting herself to a grounding position on her knees. She held the back of your calves and wrapped them around her waist and moved your arms to brace around her neck. You caught on to what she was doing and almost resisted not wanting her to hurt herself by your weight, instead she leaned back putting one arm around your waist and one under your ass holding you to her as she stood. Larissa guided yourselves through to her quarters adjacent of her office and without letting you go she knelt on the bed and laid down without disturbing the position.

That bed, the same luxurious place the two of you shared so many memories in, watching movies, bickering, watching her remove her make up in the vanity’s reflection, the same place she perched her head in your lap to brush out her hair and loosely braid for her to sleep in. This was the place you knew you loved her, you saw Larissa for everything she was and only you have had the privilege of knowing who and what she really is.

Your head moved from the crook of her neck to the same pillow she occupied and breathed her in, you moved one of your arms to the little space between you and used you fingertip to trace over her face, her cheeks, nose, eyes and lips, Larissa felt peace, she felt whole like a missing part of her returned, she always felt that way when you were around, even the times she would walk past your classroom and though she couldn’t see you her stomach would erupt in butterflies knowing you were close.

“I love you y/n.” She whispered. Your gaze turned upward to her eyes and you smiled, a genuine smile that only she could bring to your face. “I love you more.” You replied. “Larissa?” You asked after a moment’s hesitation. “Mmm?” She hummed. “Would it be selfish of me to ask if I could kiss you…” you said hoping for a yes, but if she still has boundaries-. Larissa didn’t even respond, within two seconds of finishing your question she kissed you, gently but passionately, she swallowed every breath of yours and you hers.

After a while your limbs were together intertwined, soft breaths as well as shuddering ones from the after effects of crying and shy strokings from nimble fingers were what made the pain from many prior months seem to wither away. Larissa and yourself had moved off the bed to change into something to sleep in, she wouldn’t let you leave and for that you were happy because you didn’t want to.

You rested in her clothes in her bed under the sheets curled to her side as she rested against the headboard, eyes fluttering from exhaustion. Larissa played with your hair tracing the shell of your ear before reaching to her bedside table pulling out the small notebook from the draw, she rested it in her lap and opened it flipping through the first couple of pages and she began to read aloud.

“Tuesday 11th. Something wonderful happened today, something I didn’t think I was akin to anymore. It seems I have fallen into love with my best friend, I know history repeating itself, but this is far different to a teenage obsession, I love this woman, I love her far greater than anything else in this world, however I’m afraid she will never know. But I’ve waited this long to feel something like this again I’m ok with it staying like this, for now at least.” She said not stopping her ministrations the whole time of reading.

You looked up at her while she read with a twinkle in your eyes and a sleepy smile plastered to your face. Larissa tore out the page and rested it and the notebook on the table and told you to keep it if she can keep yours, she shuffled down and wrapped herself around you and together you both fell into a blissful sleep. This was the first night of many more to come, your last thought was finally, and hers was exactly the same.

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weemssapphic · 2 months

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 20

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

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Whatever Larissa had been expecting from that evening, this certainly wasn’t it. She’d have cooked for you, perhaps suggested watching a movie which would likely have been abandoned in favor of making love and staying up talking for hours until falling asleep in each other’s arms. She hadn’t expected you to storm out of her office in tears after accusing her (rightfully so) of lying to you. And she certainly hadn’t expected to raise her voice at you - she could still feel her words scratching at her throat, and it made her feel sick to her stomach.

She was frozen in place, standing alone in the middle of her office, her mind reeling. Yes, she’d lied to you - but she was protecting you.

No. That wasn’t true.

She was protecting herself. She was too busy guarding her own heart from potential rejection, rather than trusting you and the relationship she’d built with you. She knew this but, fuck, was it hard to shake the grip the past had on her, even now.

And you - you were probably halfway back to your car by this point.

No. No, no, no. You couldn’t drive home alone, not when the hyde was out there, not when you’d already gotten so close to being attacked this afternoon - you certainly wouldn’t be so lucky twice.

Larissa’s legs began to move before her mind even registered what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was going to say to you, from the sound of it you probably wouldn’t want to see her, but she had to stop you from leaving. She was out of her office and down the hall in record time, rushing towards the staircase with her pulse pounding in her ears and praying she wasn’t too late.

Oof-

Reaching the landing of the staircase, her body collided with something solid - her arms shot out instinctively as she worried she’d just body slammed a student in her haste to find you. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she looked down to find that it was your eyes looking up at her - your big, beautiful, sad eyes.

Her body moved on its own, relief flooding her senses as she wrapped her arms around you without a second thought, burying her nose in your hair and pulling you close. You didn’t hug her back, you simply stood there with your arms dangling limply by your sides, but that was enough for her at the moment - it was enough that you were safe, that you were here and not in your car, in the middle of the woods, turning into easy prey.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” she whispered into your hair. “You have every right to be angry with me but, please, at least let me drive you home.”

“It’s fine, don’t bother,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by Larissa’s chest. She pulled back a bit to allow you to speak. “I’m still fucking pissed but that thing will kill us both. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Larissa bit her tongue - like hell she’d let you sleep on the couch, but that was a discussion for later. With a curt nod, she took a step back and gestured up the stairs, allowing you to lead the way back up to her office.

She closed and locked the door behind you, leaning back against it and watching in defeat as you picked up your bag and made your way towards her quarters without sparing her another glance, hesitating at the door. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” Your voice was monotone, only a hint of anger seeping into your tone.

“Darling, it’s only 7 pm…” Larissa felt her stomach sink at the realization of just how upset, how disappointed you truly were. “Would you like to eat something first?”

“Not hungry.”

With that, you disappeared into her quarters.

Larissa returned to her desk, her stomach churning. You’d been upset with her before, but not this upset. Not slamming doors or sleeping on couches upset. But then again back then it had been about Larissa keeping secrets from you, and now she’d done it again - she really hadn’t changed, had she? She tried to give you space, opening her emails and working through them - though she didn’t get very far. With a heavy sigh, she leaned back in her chair and resigned herself to her thoughts.

The more she thought about telling you the truth, the more foolish she felt. She’d been unfair to you - all you’d asked for was honesty and trust. You’d supported her time and time again, given her no indication you wouldn’t be able to handle the truth - yet she’d kept it from you anyway.

She snapped her laptop shut, feeling as though her worry had aged her about 10 years in the past few hours as she made her way to her quarters, pausing at the door to listen intently for signs that you were awake before slipping inside and toeing her heels off in case you were already sleeping.

“Hey.”

Larissa startled at the sound of your voice, pressing her hand to her chest in surprise. She turned to find you lying on the couch, curled up on your side under a fluffy, forest green blanket with your face shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner of the room.

“Hello,” she whispered. “May I join you?”

After staring at her intently for a moment, you nodded. Larissa walked over to the couch and sat by your feet, clasping her hands together on her lap.

“I’m sorry.” Her own voice sounded foreign to her ears as she stared down at her lap, wringing her hands. “It was wrong of me to lie to you. And to raise my voice at you… I should never have done that.”

The silence that met her words was deafening, and Larissa could feel her heart hammering wildly as she waited for you to say something, anything.

“Then why did you do it?” You sounded defeated - it broke Larissa’s heart.

“I was - I am - afraid.”

“Of what?”

Larissa opened her mouth to speak, but the damn words didn’t want to come out - she was starting to feel ridiculous. Why couldn’t she just talk to you?

“Of losing everything… Nevermore, you...” Her voice was barely above a whisper, as though she hoped you wouldn’t hear her.

“So you thought lying to me would help?”

The accusing edge to your voice cut deep - Larissa couldn’t help but feel frustrated, and she couldn’t help the way this frustration seeped into her tone. “It’s an outcast behind the attacks.”

“So?”

“So,” Larissa sighed. “I don’t want you to think that all outcasts are… dangerous monsters.” Even as she said the words she felt a bit silly, but now they were out there and she couldn’t take them back.

You sat up, shrugging the blanket off your torso and pulling your knees up to your chest, hugging them close to your body and cocking your head as you stared at Larissa. She found herself averting her gaze, afraid of what she’d see in your expression if she dared look.

“Why would I ever think that?”

“That’s certainly what everyone else in Jericho would think… Nevermore would be closed for good, no one in this town would ever look at outcasts the same way again.”

“Since when am I like everyone else in Jericho? What is this really about?”

Larissa risked a glance in your direction - your brows were scrunched up in confusion, your lips curled into a frown. She felt nauseous, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “I don’t want you to think I’m dangerous.”

Before she could register what was happening, your arms were wrapped around her torso from the side and your face was buried in her hair. Whatever reaction she was expecting, a bone-crushing hug was not it, and she could feel her face grow hot with shame. She turned away from you, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stop it from quivering.

“Riss… please believe me when I say I could never think of you as dangerous. I know that the hyde isn’t representative of all outcasts, let alone of you.” You pulled back to cup her cheek, urging her to turn her head and look at you. After a moment’s resistance, Larissa gave in and met your gaze, immediately hit with a wave of emotion at the worry swimming in your eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered, unsure of what else to say as her eyes danced between your own.

“I love you more,” you whispered back, capturing Larissa’s lips in a soft kiss. She whimpered against your lips, immediately feeling comforted by the simple, intimate gesture.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” she mumbled, before hesitantly deepening the kiss. Your fingers found their way into Larissa’s updo, holding her in place as your tongue flicked against hers - the fact that you were so willing to kiss her back calmed her racing heart some, making her think everything would be okay.

When you pulled back, Larissa felt herself blush. “I feel a bit foolish,” she admitted quietly.

“Good, you should,” you deadpanned. The shapeshifter’s blush deepened and she looked up in shock, relieved when she saw your lips quirk up at the corners. “Did you really think I’d be scared of you?”

“There’s more to it than that, darling.” Larissa sighed. “Normies have been wary of outcasts for years. Even the most accepting normies have their limits, and, when they’re afraid, people tend to lump all outcasts together. It wouldn’t be the first time. I thought the issue would be solved by now… I thought I could protect you, and everything would be alright.”

“It will be alright,” you countered. “But you keeping secrets hurts us both… I’m a big girl, Larissa, I’ll be fine. I really do love you, I just need you to trust me.”

“I do trust you,” she said immediately. She meant it, she really did trust you with her entire being. “Can you still trust me?”

Larissa was afraid of your answer - it took all of her willpower not to avoid your gaze as she waited for you to speak, and she felt an overwhelming sense of relief at your reply.

“Yeah. I do trust you, Larissa.”

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Larissa managed to convince you to eat ‘dinner’ with her - neither of you were particularly hungry so you sat side by side on the kitchen counter, eating cereal as you told her about your encounter with the hyde. Just hearing about how close you’d come to a certain death filled Larissa’s entire being with dread.

“You know, it was weird,” you said with a mouthful of cereal. “When it ran away, it didn’t look like it was chasing something… more like it was running towards something but like… not in a predator-y way, you know?”

Larissa’s appetite was quickly fading and she set her half-full bowl aside. She placed her hand on your thigh, her thumb rubbing circles against the fabric of your trousers - though whether she was trying to soothe you with the action, or herself, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps both. “Did you see anything?”

“Sort of?” You furrowed your brows, chewing at your bottom lip as you seemed briefly lost in your memories. “There was someone there for sure. I… I don’t remember, it was raining so hard…”

In an instant Larissa slipped from the counter and stepped between your legs - whatever happened, it was over, and you were here and miraculously okay and, even more miraculously, you weren’t angry anymore. So Larissa just took your bowl from you and set it aside to wrap her arms around you, instantly feeling comforted when your legs wound around her waist.

“I’m just glad you’re alright,” she whispered, resting her forehead against yours. “I can’t lose you.”

Larissa felt soft lips melt into her own, and she lifted you off the counter and held you close to her. “Would you do me the honor of joining me in bed tonight?” she mumbled against your lips.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “Your couch isn’t very comfortable.”

Laughing, Larissa’s lips found yours again, and she blindly carried you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, depositing you gently onto the bed and climbing on top of you. “I’ll be right back, I just have to get ready for bed,” she whispered against your lips, giving them a quick peck before pulling away and heading quickly to the bathroom to remove her makeup and get changed.

Minutes later she slipped into bed beside you, turning onto her side - you were already facing her, and you reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Larissa took hold of your wrist before you could lower your hand and brought it to her lips, pressing them to the base of your palm. Her eyes fluttered shut as she used the moment to ground herself again, your soft skin against her lips calming her nerves better than anything else ever had.

Opening her eyes and letting go of your wrist, she reached out to stroke your cheek, grazing her fingers against your cheekbone and your jaw before trailing them down to your shoulder, playing with your hair - her gaze following her fingers as the gears in her mind turned. You were silent as you watched her, not moving a muscle, giving her time to put her fears into words.

“Darling…” Larissa began, twisting a strand of your hair between her fingers. “Do you remember when you asked me if our hypothetical child would be a shapeshifter?”

She glanced at your face just in time to see a blush rise to your cheeks - Larissa felt her heart leap into her throat.

“Yeah… why?”

The shapeshifter hesitated for a moment, nibbling at her bottom lip with her teeth as her anxiety rose. “What would you think of that?”

“Hmm…” You tightened your grip around Larissa’s waist, looking dreamily up at her - it made her cheeks grow warm. “I would think both of you would have a very unfair advantage and I’d definitely be the boring mom.”

Your reaction surprised Larissa and she let out a chuckle in response. “No, I mean it,” she whispered, trying not to let her imagination get ahead of her.

You raised your eyebrow. “What am I supposed to think of that?” Larissa opened her mouth to respond, quickly closing it again when she didn’t know what to say - so you pressed on. “Rissa, is this about you being a shapeshifter? I don’t care what you are, I love you.”

“Even if I do terrible things?” she muttered bitterly, unable to meet your gaze. “Wednesday’s told you what I’ve done.”

She felt your hand take hold of her own, and her gaze dropped to your fingers as they wiggled their way between hers.

“I don’t think protecting your school and your students makes you a terrible person.” Your voice was low and gentle, and Larissa wanted so badly to believe your words. “The world isn’t always black and white. There are shades of gray.”

Larissa swallowed thickly, nodding absently and scooting closer in order to nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck. She didn’t care much whether or not most people thought she was a good person - she was used to facing prejudice and opposition from all sides, she wouldn’t have gotten into her position as principal if she wasn’t able to shrug it off.

But when it came to you, she suddenly found herself caring a great deal about the things she was usually so unbothered by. She truly did care what you thought about her and her actions - she wanted you to understand her, not judge her as so many others had. Part of her knew you wouldn’t, though that part was quickly and often drowned out by the little voice inside her head, trying desperately to protect what was left of her inner child.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Your voice broke the silence, Larissa could feel it vibrate against her cheek as she burrowed into you. She pulled back with a sigh, resting her forehead against yours and cupping the back of your neck.

“Shapeshifting is a rare ability - there’s not nearly enough education on the subject even at Nevermore, I’m afraid, and not many people know a shapeshifter personally. It leads to a lot of prejudice even within the outcast community. Many shapeshifters are accused of deception and manipulation throughout their entire lives. I… don’t want you to think that’s all I use my ability for. I don’t want to be that person, not to you.”

“I know you’re not,” you reassured her - though she was so in her own head that your words did little to assuage her worries, until you propped yourself up on your elbow and cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. “I told you that I trust you and I mean it. I hate that you’ve experienced prejudice because of who you are but I’m the last person who’d judge you for that. And our children being shapeshifters isn’t a worry that’s even crossed my mind,” you added with a smirk.

Our children - Larissa’s breathing stuttered audibly in her chest.

The first time you’d mentioned the possibility of having a child with her, Larissa figured the question was a natural follow-up to the fear of getting knocked up, pillow talk without any real meaning.

The second time the topic of children was brought up, Larissa had been too in her own head to probe you for your opinion on the subject, had felt too vulnerable to open a discussion.

This time, you mentioned it so casually and assuredly that Larissa wasn’t sure what to make of it. She knew she wanted children, but what she’d told you was true - by this age, she’d resigned herself to the fact that her students were as much as she would get. Before you, she’d assumed any partner she might have would be around her age as well and uninterested in starting a family so late in life.

“Our children?” she whispered, her heartbeat in her throat as her eyes danced between your own. “Is… that something you’d want? With me?”

“Yeah… I mean, if that’s even something you’d want with me…” Your cheeks flushed and you bit your lip - the fact that Larissa didn’t think you had anything at all to be nervous about only made it cuter to her.

“I… think I would,” she murmured, a blush of her own adorning her cheeks as the gears in her mind turned. “Perhaps that is something we should discuss at some point then…”

The way your lips quirked up into a bright smile and your blush deepened did nothing to calm Larissa’s racing heart - quite the contrary. She swallowed thickly. “But today was a long day, maybe we should get some sleep…”

Your arms enveloped Larissa in a hug, allowing her a brief reprieve from the eye contact to calm her sudden butterflies.

“Sleep sounds good,” you murmured with a smile, briefly breaking the hug to lean over and flick off the lamp on the nightstand, blanketing the room in darkness. You settled back against the pillows, pulling Larissa with you - she rested her head on your chest, your heartbeat steady and strong in her ear as her eyes fluttered shut. “Sleep well, Riss,” you whispered against the crown of her head, bringing a soft smile to her face.

“Sleep well, love,” she whispered back.

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yourmidnightlover · 1 year

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nevermore…

chapter 1: dancing around

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader has newfound abilities with her mind and is continuing to uncover new powers as her parents ship her off to nevermore out of fear and disgust. xavier helps reader during their time at nevermore.

warnings: readers mom is terrible, panic attack, i don’t think there’s anything else but please let me know if you find anything that may need to be warned about!

a/n: this is the first chapter in a series i’m starting

chapter 2 here

“i don’t want to go,” you cried as your mother continued to pack your bags. “i don’t need to go! i can be normal, i can make it-“

“no!” she zipped up your bag as you angrily wiped your eyes. “you can’t control it,” she shoved her finger in your face. “you throw things around my house while eating, you start floating when you’re in class, you’re not normal! until you learn to control this you’re not my daughter either.”

“you don’t… you don’t mean that,” you held onto the hand that was waving in your face. “i-im still your daughter. im still the same old y/n that you love.”

she scoffed in disgust as she ripped her hand away from your grip, wiping it on her clothes, “no. you’re an abomination. you’re a freak,” she snarled. “no child of mine is a freak.”

that was the last time you spoke to your mother. now, here you are on a train to the nevermore boarding school. she had heard from it while on some lame business trip, picked up a pamphlet and everything. now you were questioning the fact that she ever had a business trip in the first place.

clearly she was just scoping out the place. maybe that meant she cared enough to ensure the school was right for you, or maybe she simply had to talk to someone to make sure they could handle her problem child.

when the train screeched to a stop, you held onto your bags tightly as you began to stroll off the vehicle your mother forced you onto. eventually, you might be able to ignore the sting that’s pierced your heart due to your parent stabbing it.

she was scared of you.

you never hurt her, yet she was frightened. the thought of your powers escalating and you being more powerful terrified her to no extent.

it started with you accidentally spilling drinks. you would simply be talking with your hands and suddenly a drunk across the counter would spill in the direction you were motioning. your mother picked up on it almost immediately, making you clean it up and forcing you to claps your hands neatly in your lap every time you were to talk.

then you had began to read her thoughts. you would hear the sarcasm in her head as she said i love you. the attitude that would reverberate every single time you apologized for your powers glitching out.

when you started floating, which was really just glorified floating, she was at her wits’ end. it wasn’t but two days later when she shoved you on that train and sent you off.

“welcome to nevermore, y/n y/l/n,” principal weems announced happily, her arms opening in a grand way. “let me show you to your dorm,”

“will,” you sighed, trying to push down the rising frustration and anger. “will this school help me learn to control it? the mind stuff?”

“darling,” principal weems reached to grasp your hand, stroking it gently with her thumb. “this school is the best place for you to not only learn to appreciate and use your powers, but also for you to feel welcomed and not alone.”

“thank you,” you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. “i hope that’s all true.”

“now,” principal weems began to explain as she walked you towards your dorm. “your roommate is a vampire, yoko. she’s truly one of the sweetest students we’ve had grace the halls of nevermore. you’ve nothing to worry about. she’ll be able to give you a tour of campus and explain everything to you. i also need to meet with you at 2 pm about extracurricular activities.”

weems knocked quietly before opening the door, revealing the room to the both of you. “hi,” you meekly spoke. “i’m-“

“y/n,” she nodded as she got up and greeted you with a hug. “welcome to nevermore,” she gave you a sweet smile, genuine even. “it’s odd that you’ve come mid-semester since that doesn’t normally happen, but i see they’ve made a proper exception!”

you looked up towards the principal, wanting some answers. “well, your mother made it seem as though this was urgent, and i happen to agree,” she explained.

“my mother doesn’t care about what happens to me,” you muttered as your gaze hit the old wooden floors. splinters we’re peaking out of nearly every board, you made a note to make sure to wear shoes at all times.

“well,” weems began to speak. “i suppose i’ll leave you two to it! be sure to give her the tour, and y/n, your things are being brought up as we speak.”

“this is the quad,” she spoke as you both walked slow to give you time to observe everything. “and, of course, like any other school, this one also has those very same cliques,” she began pointing to tables that were gathered together talking. “they have these specific ‘names’ but it’s kinda stupid. these are the vamps, my crew,” she gave them a wave as she continued to walk with you. “these are the werewolves, the sirens, and i must give you a special note of bianca, the resident queen of nevermore, and of course the gorgons.”

“seems simple enough,” you took a deep breath as you saw one person estranged from everyone else, painting the wall. “who’s he?”

god, these dreams just keep getting worse. i mean first this weird creature and now i’m seeing some girl? it just doesn’t make sense.

“hey,” yoko squeezed your shoulder. “what was that? you just zoned out.”

“oh um…” you furrowed your brows while trying to explain. “i have these mind ability things, but i have no control over them. i can move things with my mind, read minds, and apparently levitate? it’s weird,” you rolled your eyes as your gaze fixed on the same boy, finding that his met yours. when they did they widened with surprise.

her. why… she’s here?

“who-who is he?” you nodded your head towards him. he began to stare at you, a smile gracing his face. you simply turned your head the other way.

“that is xavier thorpe,” her arm was now redting over your shoulders. “he’s our resident tortured artist, really talented, kind of a loner.”

“hm,” you nodded as you looked back at him. your eyes met once more before he smiled and quickly looked back towards the mural he was painting.

“and that’s basically everything,” she shrugged. “wanna sit with me and the vamps? you don’t have to, but you’re more than welcome.”

“i’m good, i think i’m just gonna familiarize myself with the place, walk around a bit,” you began to walk away as she nodded.

you were simply wandering around. the school is extremely old, surely there are some little secrets about the place you’d be able to uncover. the library seemed normal enough, recently built. the floors weren’t splintering like the ones in your room. each book was dust free, the emblems were polished, clearly no secrets hidden away in the room.

making your way outside, you had stumbled upon an old, run-down shed. vibes were growing in the sides of the building, surely on the inside as well. you opened the freely doors to see the building was overgrown with plants and vines from outside. it was promising. the structure was sturdy and rather beautiful.

after checking the time on your phone, you realized it was 1:50. you rushed into principal weems office before it was even 1:59, you enjoyed being punctual.

“principal weems,” you nodded as you entered her office.

“y/n!” she stood and gestured for you to take a seat. “now, what kind of activities are you interested in? i have a list of extracurricular activities that you may be interested in if you’d like to take a look.”

the list was long, very long. there was poetry, dancing, fencing, orchestra, choir, potions, boating, beekeeping, and so much more.

“i’ve heard that your mother was always an excellent dancer,” weems mused, trying to encourage you.

“i guess,” you nodded. “i guess i can do that one.”

“oh, that sounds lovely!” she nodded as she wrote something down. “now there’s an even number for pairs.”

“i do have a question…” you began. “i found this old shed on campus. it’s run down but i was wondering if i could work on it? in my free time?”

“well, i think that’d be lovely,” she nodded. ��we have gardening tools you can grab from ms. thornhill.”

once you found a garden hoe and shovel. you started at the roots of the vines, tearing them from the ground and tossing them outside.

from books to jewelry, you had always loved restoring things. it was so easy to see the beauty in things that were new, but you were able to see the beauty in even the things that were old or damaged.

it only took you three hours to clear out all of the greenery. you figured that was good enough until you got more supplies.

after closing the door, your head towards the ground, you bumped into someone.

“woah, sorry,” the voice had apologized. you looked up at the voice, seeing xavier thorpe, holding your shoulders so you remained steady. “hi,” he had a beautiful smile.

“sorry,” you looked back down. “i was just leaving,” you began to walk away from the boy.

“i’m xavier!” he called out, you stopped in your tracks. “xavier thorpe,” you turned to face him.

“i know,” you nodded before continuing to walk away, back towards your dorm.

i need to know her.

you turned to see his eyes trailing you, his face in deep thought.

there’s no reason you can think of as to why he’d be so caught up on you, if it was even you he’s thinking about.

“alright class!” the dance teacher began to speak. “pair up with one another, we’ll be doing a classic waltz.”

you stood there, waiting for some leftovers to pair up with. you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, especially since you’re new.

“hey,” xavier appeared in front of you with a smile so beautiful it was torture.

“xavier,” you nodded, pressing your lips together as you waited for him to do whatever it is that he wanted.

“do you have a partner yet, mystery girl?”

“well, no,” you shook your head. “i don’t think the new girl is ever the first person to have a partner, xavier.”

“y’know i don’t think it’s very fair that i still don’t know your name,” he held his hand out for you to grab, you rested it on top of his larger hand. “especially now that we’re partners.”

“we’re partners?”

he nodded his head as he began to hold your hand, rather than just let yours rest stop his, “that we are, mystery girl.”

“alright,” the teacher clapped her hands together as she began to instruct where hand placement should be. “the lead should rest their right hand on their partner’s back, holding their hand with the other. the followers left hand should go on their partners shoulder.”

“i should lead,” you told him. “my mother danced for years, im well versed in almost everything.”

“funny you should mention,” he rested his hand on your back, bringing your hand to his shoulder. “i’ve been to a few of my father’s functions, had professional lessons in ballroom dancing.”

“whatever,” you sighed as you let him take the lead.

“remember,” the teacher began to emphasize. “you aren’t dancing in a plague. you need to get close in order to feel the rhythm with one another.”

“you heard her,” he stepped closer to you, you held your breath. “we need to get close.”

you met his eyes, not missing the annoyingly smug grin that adorned his face. “we were fine before,” you shrugged.

his thumb stroked your back, “teacher’s orders. not my fault,” you felt his shoulders shrug underneath your hand.

it had been a long time since you were so close to a person. your own mother hadn’t hugged you since you were a child, since you were normal.

the way your hand fit in his was more comfortable than you thought it could ever be. it was warm, welcoming, even. it was right.

so, you shut your mouth. you stepped an inch closer to xavier, you held onto his hand a little tighter, and you let yourself be close to someone for at least one dance.

“why won’t you tell me your name?” he whispered as the teacher began to instruct the movements to make.

“just for you to forget it? no point in it,” it was your turn to shrug.

“i’m not one to typically forget something so significant,” you wouldn’t meet his eyes. you simply looked at your feet as they moved around the floor. “do you not know that everyone’s been talking about you?”

“oh… no, i didn’t know,” you shook your head. “what’re they saying?”

“y’know,” he tilted his head, effectively getting your attention. “just that you’re some mystery girl that happens to be pretty cute.”

“i’m also a girl who knows how things like this pan out, xavier,” you warned him, one of your brows raising as a warning.

he simply furrowed his brows, his smile quirking down. it didn’t matter what he thought of you. you were here to get things under control so you could become a normal, not so you could find a cute guy to be with.

“how would that be?”

“well, you call me cute, i bat my eyelashes at you, somehow we hangout and i may get attached, and then you turn your head for the next ‘mysterious girl that happens to be cute’,” you replied with a low level of hostility. “i’m here to get my shit under control, then go home to my mother. i don’t plan on being tossed around like a doll while i do that.”

“alright class!” the teacher clapped her hands. “that’s all for today, wonderful job!”

you tore yourself away from him and nearly ran away. it wasn’t personal. it was simply you laying down the law, per-say.

eventually, you made your way to botany. you sat in the only desk that nobody was seated in. it seemed as though they were set in duos, partners.

of course, as if the devil was grinning at you, xavier thorpe walked in. his eyes immediately darted towards where you were seating with a smug look.

“i’m starting to think this is fate,” he plopped his bag down and sat in the chair beside you.

“how?” you didn’t bother meeting his stare.

“well, this is where i always sit,” he sighed loudly. “you can even ask thornhill. it is.”

you were getting frustrated, which wasn’t good. any strong emotion made your powers go a bit… haywire.

“just… stop,” you began to tap your pencil against the table.

“just tell me your name?”

you felt your blood begin to boil. the bell hadn’t even rung yet and you were in the verge of exploding.

“xavier,” you tried to steady your breathing.

“mystery girl?” he seemed to become a bit more worried as you closed your eyes.

“it’s about to happen,” you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued to feel your heartbeat racing.

“what?”

“the moving thing-the thing where i can move things-i just-“

“open your eyes,” he rested his hand on yours. “trust me.”

you opened them.

“now, i need you to look me in my eyes,” you reluctantly met his eyes. “now focus on your breathing, in and out. slowly.”

“you have,” you began to speak. “you have little specks of brown in your eyes. they’re green, but they have specks of brown. a-a uh honey brown. they’re actually really nice to look at.”

your voice was distant, almost as if you were floating. it was soft and light, your head felt soft and light. but it was clear. your mind was clear; you weren’t panicking at all. you had calmed. he had calmed you down.

“there,” he finally released your hand. was he holding it the entire time? “you feel better?”

“yes-yea,” you were still staring at his eyes. “thanks… for that.”

“of course,” xavier nodded, his eyes seeming sincere. “you can stop staring at me now.”

“i’m not staring at you,” you shook your head as you picked your pencil back up, the teacher entering the room.

“you are,” he smiled now, looking you up and down. you couldn’t read his expression.

finally, you snapped out of it. you had to focus. it was your first day and you had to focus. you were going to make it back home to your mother. you would make her proud.

now you just had to find out 1) why xavier wanted to know so much about you. 2) how he was able to calm you down so easily. and 3) how the hell to control your powers.

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marilynthornhilllover · 3 months

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can you please make a fanfic we’re Larissa dies like in the show then wife reader makes and attends the funeral, but when she gets home she realizes that the front door to her and Larissa’s home was unlocked so she goes in slowly but she sees Larissa at the kitchen table drinking wine and Larissa says something like “miss me darling” and then some smut if you want. ❤️💋

Filthy love

Larissa weems x Fem reader

Warning: Angst, grief, sadness, slight anger, pain, lots of talk about depression, faking of death, smut, fingering, cunniligus, usage of toys such as : vibrator and strap, slight choking, kinda soft sex, praise kink, stalker kink if you squint, slight mommy kink, slight degradation kink.

A/n: I just want to say a HUGE THANK YOU to all of you who got me to 1,005 followers!! I'm so so so grateful and happy. I'm looking forward to continue writing fanfics for you all, thank you for interacting with my work and blog and simply liking my content and i am blessed to have each and everyone of you on board with me, sending love to you all also I hope you enjoy this 1k following special fanfic 👀💖.

There wasn't enough words in the English dictionary to describe the pain and emptiness that you were feeling as you stood over larissa's closed casket. There were no more tears left to cry. All you felt was emptiness, a never ending suffocating cycle of pure sadness, filled with rage. They say death has no sting and that it sneaks up on you and it's absolutely true. Nothing compares to what you felt currently.

You couldn't feel anything, you couldn't hear anything. It's like being trapped in the middle of the ocean with no air yet your still not exactly drowning, you don't want to drown but you refuse to be rescued out of the toxicity of the air.

You felt utterly numb. It's as if you too weren't alive, like a part of you died with her, and is to stay forever buried with her. Soon you'll have to thrown the first batch of sand on her grave, plant flowers two months later, listen to people express their condolences and state how larissa was a ' sunshine in a word filled with gloom'. Correct - absolutely correct. She was your sunshine in your world of gloom.

Truth be told you didn't deserve larissa - Or maybe larissa didn't deserve you. You'd always argue, she'd always stay at work. Nothing was simple, everything was so complicated behind the thick walls of your home. Fake bright smiles where somtimes even the Toothpaste couldn't clean the disgusting words you'd both spit at eachother behind close doors just to apologize minutes after with kept hatred inside.

It's as if you weren't there, but she was still here. It's not possible. She no longer existed and you wished you could swap places. She died so you can live but really and truly you didn't want to be here either.

The word is toxic and exhausting and larissa kept things joyful for you, always ready to sacrifice her happiness to see you smile. The memories of the good kept attacking your brain, handing in return instant headaches.

The first time you both laid eyes on eachother.

The time she asked you out on your first ever date.

The time she asked you to be her girlfriend.

The time she proposed.

The time she asked you to move in.

Right until the day you both said ' I do' the only soft, truthful words to ever be said to eachother. Maybe if larissa was here she offered up her happiness. You felt everything at once. It was all overwhelming. You wanted to be no where and here at the same time. The sadness you felt inside was unbearable yet no tears dared to escape..... they all stayed dried.

With a sigh you sniffed and made your way towards your seat, sitting besides Wednesday you flicked a warm smile towards her, you weren't sure if it was quite excalty warm though, after all your warmth was laying with her hands on her chest in a small, itchy casket. Larissa hated small spaces, if she was alive she wouldn't even be lying there now..... and that's how you knew she's really dead.

Because in the back of your head, there was a part of you that believed this was all a joke and that maybe thos was all a cruel prank to be played.

" are you ok?" You turned to look at the small girl besides you, forcing a smile you nodded. She definitely didn't believed you, to be honest who would?. Calling your heart broken would be an understatement, you don't know how celion dion sang that song because your heart definitely will not be going on without larissa. If you could have took her hand in death you would have.

"Til death do us part"

Wednesday truly cared for larissa, under her tough goth act there laid a heart of gold for the sapphire, Elsa blond hair and beautifully paled skin beauty.

You were once again broken from your trance as the pastor began to do his speech.

This you realized was your Roman empire, your own wife's death. You should really he celebrating her life but she hardly enjoyed her life. She was too tied up with work and you being on her back 24/7 percent of the time. She wasn't allowed space to breathe, well now she has more than enough.

After the pastor was done doing his speech you stepped on stage to say your urology - your last words. Taking a steady breath, and a long exhale you positioned the paper infront of you on the podium as you tried your best not to allow the tears their accompanied time frame.

" firstly, i want to thank you all for truly being here today so that we can honor our beloved and bright spark, Larissa Weems..... larissa was many things.... she was a principal, to some a English teacher. She was a daughter, a lover, a role model etc but t-to." You sighed as you looked down steading out your breath as your voice broke.

" to me larissa was much more than that in my life. I was a field of dead flowers before I met larissa, a-and she was like the sun that came out, bringing both warmth and healing into my life. She was and will forever be my hero that wore heels and my sunlight that brighten and made my life and day better. S-she never failed to make me smile or laugh, even giggle. I know to many of you she was so much more than just a sun.... she was the entire world even universe. And as we lay her to rest today I hope we all find the time to heal and be storng, because that's who larissa was, storng....."

Everyone sniffed, some clapped, most breaking down in tears. You never ment for anyone to shed even more tears or for any hearts to be broken any more than they already were you just needed everyone to find peace just as much as you wanted to find it as well.

After the funeral was over you hugged everyone goodbye and wished them a safe drive home as you also headed home, already planning to sleep because you couldn't accept the pain that you will feel after arriving home and realizing the house is empty.

As you pulled into the driveway you noticed the door looked pushed open. You weren't in the correct headspace but you knew for sure weren't crazy, you remember closing and locking the door perfectly well after leaving. After switching off the car and getting out you carefully walked up to the house - the mansion.

You fired all employees for three months with pay since you needed the time and house for yourself to simply be human and do human things which in this situation will be to grieve. Upon arrival you inspected the door before pushing it open and stepping inside slowly. If there was an intruder you'd rather catch them in the act, then call the police.

" hello?? Who's there? I suggest you just surrender now or I won't hesitate to call the cops on yo-" as you rounded the corner of the kitchen you saw larissa sitting on top of the countertop with her heels long forgotten on the carpet of the dinning room chair. Her lipstick was smudge as her legs swinged back and forth. She looked...... well not dead obviously. You knew for sure you weren't dreaming and she definitely looked very alive.

She moaned softly as she finished her wine and placed the glass down ontop the counter with a small cling. She sighed as a smirk was quickly painted across her face. You didn't know how to react. Maybe you should scream and run for your life, be happy and joyful or to maybe stay sad just incase this was your own mind manipulating you into a maladaptive dream land trance.

" hello darling....." She spoke in a low husky voice as her eyes flicked up towards yours, they were dark and swirling with desires for many things - things that you knew of and knew not of.

" did you miss me?" She asked as her eyebrows quirked up in a teasing manner. Your body stayed frozen as she jumped off of the counter and strides towards you very slowly. Her hips swayed as the smirk remained on her face. You could hear your rapid heartbeat in your chest with every closer step she took towards you, not breaking eye contact nor curving her lips into a non - smirk.

She finally stopped right infront of you as she tilted her head to the side, inspecting your face, possibly trying her best to read your every emotion as well as she can. As you looked into her eyes you saw, warmth, passion, love, peace, joy, everything that made larissa unique was swirling around in her sapphire iris, you felt your connection spark that you had with her ignite as her hands made their way around your waist pulling you flush against her body.

" I'm alive, my love. Long story but right now I think I'd rather cherish you" she whispered against your earlobe, gently pressing a kiss towards your neck before leaning back to look at your face, but again it remained blank because you did not have any reactions or emotions lingering on your face or in your eyes. It's like you were a statue, frozen before time.

Larissa chuckled softly, her hands making their upwards your chest Slightly grouping your breast making a moan escape your from the back of your throat. She grinned as she pushed you up against the counter. Despite all odds and questions that needed to be asked about everything that happened you needed her badly, she was like a drug that you needed desperately to live. You grabbed her cheeks and forced her lips against yours.

It took her by surprise but she quickly kissed back with the same equal amount of passion. You opened your mouth and gaved her access as she gladly took it by slipping in her tongue and using it to her advantage. Her hands traveled down your body wildly as she squeezed your ass and grabbed your hips harshly as she picked you up and took you to the bedroom.

She kicked the door open with her feet as she switched on the lamp light before throwing you onto the bed aggressively. She crawled up towards you and reconnected both your lips again in a heated, sloppy desperate kiss that spoke so much words that the lips could never utter.

You helped her take off her clothing as she helped you in return.

" fuck I need to taste you darling" she mumbled before spreading your thighs apart and smirking. She bit her bottom lip as she admired your baby pink lace panties before proceeding to pulling it to the side. She groaned as she saw your arousal spreaded all around your cunt as your puffy clit stared back at her. Larissa wasted no time as she enveloped her mouth onto your small bud immediately setting a fast sucking pace.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your hands immediately flew to her hair pulling her even closer.

" your so fucking delicious darling" she purred as the vibrations from her speech made your shiver. Larissa used her hands to hold your thighs open to prevent you from squirming and bucking your hips as her tongue flicked back and forth against your clit in a rapid pace.

" f-fuck, larissa, I'm gonna cum." You whispered as she chuckled darkly, her hot breath on your cunt was driving you crazy. She knew fully well what she was doing to you. Your stomach twisted as you felt larissas fingers trace slow steady circles around your entrance that caused your back to arch.

" so needy for mommy huh baby, you need me to be alive to fuck you senseless" your brain began to get fuzzy, the effect larissa had on you was dangerous - deadly dangerous. Your grip in her hair tighten as your nails digged deeper into her scalp. Your eyes rolled back as she continued to violate your clit endless in the most oragam way possible.

You felt the knot in your stomach tied as it was ready to explode. Your other free hand gripped the sheets as you swore you were gonna leave holes in it.

" such a dirty slut for mommy darling" she cooed as she slowly thrusted her two slender fingers into you at once before pulling them out, and that was all it took before you cummed in her mouth. She removed her lips from your abused bud as she gently kissed it before leaving open mouth kisses on your hot sweaty skin all the way up to your lips.

She watched as you tried to catch your breath as you gently shivered.

" I'm not done yet princess" she whispered before leaning over towards the side table and pulling open the drawer, her hand rumbled around in there for a while before a pink clip on button vibrator cake evident in your eyes. Larissa smirked before snaking her way back down to your pussy. She took both sides of your underwear and pulled it down as you lifted your hips to assist her.

You spread your legs even wider for her. She looked up at you with an evil expression before attaching the vibrator to your sensitive clit. As soon as she turned on the button you collapsed onto the bed in pleasure. You moaned as her hand wrapped around your neck. She leaned down closely to your face, her lips ghosting yours. You leaned in to place a kiss onto her lips but she pulled away chuckling.

" such a needy little girl, letting me do what I want with her needy cunt" you gasped as she slipped her two slender fingers into your cunt, your eyes rolled back as you let out a sigh of satisfaction. You could hear as her fingers went in and out of your wet cunt with squelching noises and your sweet moans and whimpers for her. You were her bitch to fuck.

Her hold on your neck tighten even more as her pace picked up to something more brutal. You cried out as she curled her fingers in you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again that had you going dumb for her and crying. She loved the way your greedy cunt clench led down around her fingers. Your hips rocked back and forth desperate to meet her thrust.

" Come on darling, cum again for me" she cooed as she picked up her pace, pushing her fingers deeper into you lr cunt past knuckle length.

" OH GOD! MOMMY! P-PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, NEED IT SO BAD" you screamed as larissa pinched your nipple before slapping it, feeling as your body quirked and trashed beneath her, as your cunt spasms around her fingers. You wanted to try to hold off your oragsm a little while longer, not wanting to seem ' truly desperate ' as a whore who just needed her pussy fucked every second of the day by her wife but you simply couldn't.

" I know you want to" she whispered in a sultry voice, and that was the end of you. Your back arched as you let out the most pornographic moan ever to be heard as you coated larissas fingers with your cream. She continued to fuck you through your oragsm until you couldn't take the overstiumlation anymore. She removed her fingers and cleaned them off with her tongue, keeping her eyes on you.

The way her tongue swirled around her everyone finger, licking up your juices that ran down her hand made your cunt throb. You gulp as you cleared your throat.

" I wanna ride you" you spoke lowly and larissa scoffed.

" go on, get the strap then you can fuck yourself on mommy big cock, maybe if we're lucky I can put a baby in you, get you all full and round with my baby" she groaned.

the thought along had you sprinting towards the closest to get the biggest strap with the most deepest curve possible.

And with this you knew tonight was going to be a very very long night....... hopefully one with pleasure and maybe when that's finished you can get the answers you deserve, because you didn't deserve all that pain and heartache.

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heyy i wanted to ask if u could maybe do a smutty oneshot where larissa made yn wear a v1brator while teaching her class and she would often tease her while yn is explaining her lesson, if she made any noise she’d punish her but if she stayed quiet she will reward her

Oh, absolutely!!!! ;))) Here you go, should I make a part 2?

Never Tease the Principal (You’ll Regret It)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Warnings: smut, teasing, edging, public?teasing, vibrator, mean mommy Larissa

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: You should have never teased your wife that morning, as it had consequences…

A/N: So sorry it’s taking so long in answering your requests, but I’m working on them!!! It’s just very hectic at the moment, thank you for your patience <3 Love ya’ll!! Also, sorry about the language mistakes!

”Good morning, Rissa.” You whispered to your wife who was still sleeping beside you. You planted a kiss on her cheek to try and wake her up. She stirred a little before opening her eyes and you couldn’t help but swoon a little at those sapphire eyes, staring at you so full of love.

”Morning to you too, darling.” She mumbled with that hoarse morning voice of hers you loved oh so much. Her eyes went down to your lips and you noticed how she kept staring at your lips. You chuckled, knowing how usual it was for your wife to just keep zoning out in the morning.

You snapped her out of her small trance by planting a gentle kiss on her soft lips, causing the blonde to jump a little and let out a small awkward laugh. You smiled in content at her, and suddenly she wrapped her arm to rest on your neck as she pulled you closer to her and closed the gap between you, kissing you surprisingly passionately. You let out a small moan as her tongue kept asking for permission to explore your mouth. And you, of course, gladly granted it.

Before you knew it, your cute little moment had turned into a full-on makeout session, with your hands roaming across each others’ bodies and almost in places they should definitely not be at 6:38am on a random Tuesday.

”We’re… going to be, ah, late…” You mumbled against her neck while she was panting heavily and gripping your hair tightly to keep you where you are. Although it seemed that Larissa Weems was probably the most organized, precise and always on-time kind of person, it was actually you who had more rationality in these situations. Although she would never admit it and you’d never tell that to anyone, for her sake.

Larissa groaned in (sexual) frustration as she was reminded of it. She wanted you all to herself for the whole morning, hell, the whole day. And deep down, she was fucking needy. ”Can’t that… oh god!” She yelped as you slid your knee between her legs and felt her wetness pooling from her underwear and onto your thigh as she started not-so-subtly grinding on your thigh, seeking any friction she could possibly get.

”What was that, honey? Can’t that…?” You whispered in her ear as she kept grinding herself on you, moaning louder and louder with some curse words an average person could never even imagine Larissa Weems using.

She picked up her pace and you pinched her hardened nipples through her silk t-shirt. ”I said, ah, can’t that fucking wait! Oh, that feels so good, please, Y/N,” She was a moaning mess as you attacked her neck once more, leaving a noticeable trail of hickeys there that she’d have a hard time trying to cover up.

”Are you close?” You purred against her ear, and received only some disheveled but vigorous nods and something along the lines of, ”Ah! Ah, yes, I’m so close, ah, ah! Don’t stop, please, I’m so close…”

You chuckled evilly as you felt her pick up her pace even faster. And just as the coil in her stomach was about to snap, just as she was this close of falling off the edge, you pulled away.

Larissa looked absolutely astounded as the smallest whimper escaped her lips and her eyes widened. ”W-what? Please,”

You smirked, ”I already told you we’re going to be late, Rissa. We were supposed to get up 30 minutes ago, so get up!” You stood up and Larissa was staring daggers at you.

You rounded the bed and pulled the blanket off her, ”Chop chop Rissa, the school isn’t going to run itself.”

Larissa reluctantly stood up, pouting at you.

You knew you were playing with fire, and you had no idea why had you woken up with a need to be burned.

You went to the bathroom to get ready for the day, and your wife followed behind. As you were brushing your teeth, you felt a pair of arms gripping your waist tightly, almost like as a warning. You made eye contact in the mirror, and she lowered her head down to your neck and started sucking on your sweet spot. You closed your eyes in satisfaction and tilted your head on her shoulder to give her more access. You knew she was going to leave marks, she absolutely loved marking you, and always did.

Your breathing picked up a bit as a small whimper escaped your throat.

”You know,” She whispered in your ear as her hands slowly slid from your waist to groping your boobs, causing you to yelp as you felt her pinching your nipples cuite harshly. ”You’re really, really going to regret that little stunt you just pulled there, love.”

Your eyes snapped open and you gave her a challenging look in the mirror, ”I’d like to see you try.” You said with that mischievous glint of yours that had grown very familiar to her. Had you known what the later cause of your words would’ve been, you definitely would have not said that.

She hummed, as if in thought, and pulled away from you. ”I see how it is. Just know, that by the end of the day you will be begging for my forgiveness and my forgiveness only, you’ll be lucky to even remember your own name after I’m through with you.” She said before retreating back to the bedroom, leaving you standing there in front of the mirror, looking at yourself with wide eyes and a heaving chest.

”Right? You should’ve seen his face!” Marilyn giggled as she was telling you what had happened a few days prior to her.

You chuckled at her, ”Must’ve been priceless. Oh, won’t you look at the time! Only 15 minutes before my next class, I’d better go and prep a bit. I’ll see you later, Mari!” You blew your friend a kiss and she sent one back to you accompanied with a bright smile.

You strolled through the empty hallways as the students were still having their lunch. Moments like this were one of your favourites in your day, as you got to see the corridors looking peaceful and quiet, something you really loved. The only other time you’d see the hallways like this was at night, so you’d really grown to appreciate these small moments.

Your were bursted out of your peaceful bubble when suddenly a hand gripped your wrist tightly and pulled you to the closet you were walking past.

For a second it was completely dark and you wiggled your hand away from whoever did that. ”What the hell?!”

The lights turned on, revealing Larissa. You sighed in relief, laying a hand on your chest to exaggerate, ”Christ, Larissa, you scared me! What is up with you?”

She didn’t say anything, she only had a dark look in her eyes, staring down at you as if you were her prey.

You narrowed your eyes at her, ducking your head, ”You alright? Look, I’ve got no time for this, I have a class starting in 5-” You were cut off by her lips suddenly attacking yours. You moaned since she took you completely by surprise.

She continued kissing you and slid her tongue into your mouth as she roughly pinned you against the wall, and you moaned louder as the pain on your back mixed with the pleasure. Her hands wrapped around your waist, slowly trailing lower and lower as she soon reached the buttons of your pants, quickly opening them.

You frowned, ”Rissa, we can’t, not now! The students-” Your eyes widened as you saw what she pulled from her pocket. A vibrator. And you instantly realized which one it was. That.

You shook your head with disbelief, staring at the toy with wide eyes, ”N-no…”

”Oh, I’m not taking no for an answer. Remember what I told you earlier? That you’ll be begging for my forgiveness? I can be cruel too, sweet girl.” She slid a hand into your panties, rubbing your clit in slow circles as she gathered some of your wetness, making you breathe even heavier and your eyes roll back.

”Ah, Rissa, stop, you know we can’t…” You pleaded with the last bit of your rationality.

She rubbed even faster, and you bucked your hips against her hand, making her pull away. You huffed, but soon your eyes widened as she was spreading your wetness on the toy in her hand. And the rest of it she sucked off of her fingers in a seductive way, never breaking eye contact.

Then, she wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, turning you swiftly around so that your back was against her front. She had a strong grip on you, and it would be nearly impossible to wiggle out of her grip now.

Slowly, she began lowering the vibrator, and when it hit your clit your head jerked back to, again, rest on Larissa’s shoulder. She turned it on the lowest setting and you began grinding down on it, hoping to get your release soon.

But because it was Larissa, you had to not even bother getting your hopes up with that one.

”Ahh, mommy… More, please mommy, I’ll be so good…” You whimpered.

She chuckled against your neck as she brung the toy to your entrance, teasing it a bit before sliding it inside agonizingly slow. You gasped as you gripped her dress tightly. It was still on the lowest setting, vibrating enough to give you at least a bit of pleasure but nowhere near of getting you to reach your high.

Then, suddenly she pulled her hands away and buttoned your pants again, you looked at her like she’d grown another head. ”What do you think you’re doing?!?” You sneered.

She smirked as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. ”Getting my revenge. Now, you wouldn’t want to be late to your own class when the principal comes to inspect, would you now?” And she opened the door, acting like absolutely nothing had just happened in there.

You would not survive today.

”Hello everyone! Today, uh, you’re- the principal- principal Weems is coming to inspect our class, so, behave nicely, alright?” You informed the class and got some nods in answer.

Larissa walked inside with her work smile, her gaze lingering on you and your heaving form for a bit longer than what would be considered appropriate. But no one even blinked an eye at this, since everyone knew you were Larissa’s wife.

”Yes, indeed. I will be inspecting at the back of the class, so just behave like you normally would, pretend like I’m not here at all!” She exclaimed before walking to the back row.

You watched as she sat down and shook your head to yourself. You could maybe handle it if she kept it set at this pace but not even a bit faster.

And like she could read your mind, she pulled out her phone and suddenly you felt the speed increase rapidly, making you wince as you tried to keep your moans down. You noticed a few students looking at you weirdly, so you rounded the table and sat down.

”Okay, guys, today we’ll be continuing the assignment I gave you last week, and if you’re done with that then you are free to go.” You explained. You hadn’t planned the class to go like this, but in hopes of not getting caught you had no other choice.

But that instantly came back to bite you as only two students stood up and left.

Great.

There was a ping on your phone, and you picked it up to read Larissa’s message.

Nice try, sweetling. Make one noice and you won’t be cumming for weeks, clear?

You looked at the text in pure horror and felt the speed picking up increasingly, your breathing along with it. You looked at Larissa, who had an almost amused look on her face.

You pulled out your laptop and hoped that you’d get even a bit distracted by typing out some emails and planning for the upcoming week. Everything seemed to be going fine, until-

”Mrs. Weems? Could you come help me with this?” Enid asked with her hand raised. From the corner of your eye you could see Larissa’s soft smile at that, how you were addressed as Mrs. Weems.

”Yes, Enid?” You tried walking as normally as possible over to her desk, clenching your fist shut and trying not to focus on the increasing speed of the toy.

”Could you explain this task again? I’m sorry Mrs. Weems, I kind of spaced out when you were giving the instructions…” She said with apologetic eyes.

You smiled softly at her, tilting your head and trying to look even a bit scolding. ”It’s alright, Enid. Now, you just write down everything you find useful… and, and.. then go over your text once more, ’kay?”

She nodded with a smile, though she also frowned a bit by your unusual demeanor. As you were making your way back to the desk, out of the blue, Larissa set the vibrator to its highest setting so suddenly, causing you to gasp audibly and grab the desk for support. Almost every pair of eyes in the classroom were looking at you either with a weird or a concerned expression. You didn’t even have to look at Larissa to know that she had that infuriatingly amused expression on her face.

”S-sorry, cramps..” You mumbled as you sat down behind your desk.

And the rest of the lesson went by excruciatingly slow, with Larissa regularly picking up the speed and edging you, but turning it all off before you could release. You tried your best to not start sobbing in front of your students.

”Alright, g-guys.. You can go now…” You sighed and luckily everyone got out of their seats swiftly and left the room.

You gave the most furious death stare to your wife as you finally let the tears fall down your cheeks, ruining your makeup.

She faux pouted at your state, locking the door and approaching you in a way only a predator would approach its prey. She took your chin between her fingers and tutted as you looked up to her through your eyelashes, panting slightly.

”Are you going to behave now?” She asked with a hoarse tone, clearly enjoying the power play that was definitely there.

You shivered at that tone, and obediently nodded as you bit your lower lip. Larissa’s eyes darkened at that as she let out a small chuckle, ”I certainly would hope so.” She breathed out, looking at you like you were the eight fucking wonder of the world. And to be true, to Larissa, you were.

She pulled you in a bruising kiss as you felt the speed pick up again, causing you to whimper very audibly into her mouth. She smirked at that, pulling away as you looked at her with your best doe-eyes.

”I’ll see you tonight, my love.” She whispered, pecking you quickly, but lovingly, one last time before leaving out the door. And she never took the vibrator out. And then, the pace picked up even more.

Oh, you would absolutely not survive this day.

#larissa weems #wednesday #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x y/n #gwendoline christie

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crow-raven-crow · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 (𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐈𝐭

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𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭: High incident outcast schools were given a Protector, and, after the hell of a year they had, Nevermore Academy was in search for one. After many failed attempts, it was finally your turn to try and bring back the warmth the academy unwillingly lost many months ago. Do you have what it takes to gain the trust of the entire school? More importantly, do you have what it takes to catch the eyes (and maybe the heart) of the hopeful principal?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: As you grew accustomed to the school and everything it had to offer, you started to develop soft spots towards particular people. Bringing a sense of home into every growing interaction you had and falling more and more for a certain principal that you caught the eye of became things you looked forward to as the number of days you spent at the academy grew.

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You stepped onto the grounds of Nevermore Academy - a school in which allowed outcasts to be their full selves, a school that was heavily recovering from an attack that threw the building, the students, and the principal for a loop.. The grand expanse of the entrance alone was enough to intimidate you, but, as you went deeper and deeper into the school, you had a feeling that you couldn't quite place, a feeling you couldn't quite shake off. You wondered if this was how the other Protectors felt at this school, but the thought that it was just you brought nervousness to your chest. Deciding to brush it off for now, you pulled your cloak closer to your body and followed your representative towards the quad to meet not only the principal but the entire school.

You became a Protector through Magiks - an agency that allowed outcasts and people with special abilities to take care of situations that were more dangerous than your day to day incidents. Your powers were strong as a sorceress - drawing the attention of higher ups in the agency and presenting you with the opportunity to become a Protector, when they decided you were ready.

That was about a year ago, and you had been to five other schools since then, not quite being a match but providing them with safety during your time there regardless. You had four months to bound to a school before you were forced to move onto the next - a rule you never questioned but understood because of the importance of finding the right fit. If the principal of the school or the Protector thought they were a bad fit before their time was up, they were swapped out early.

It was possible - finding the school you were meant to be bound to. You had witnessed it happen, after all. You'd seen the extent of what this did for people - they found safety and provided it for hundreds of others, found loved ones in more ways than one - it was something that (like all other Protectors) you craved to find.

Being a Protector came with its limitations and risks, and, because of that, your identity was hidden (with your cloak and concealing spells that covered your face and altered your voice) from everyone until the principal was able to find you outside of the school and receive the rest of your name - something about the power of The Fates and how everything, including meeting certain people, was bound to happen in one way or another. This rule never bothered you since you understood that danger could come from anything and the schools you'd been to held numerous events which gave multiple opportunities to be found. This rule never bothered you.. until you finally met the principal of this prestigious academy, Larissa Weems, and suddenly you wished to be found as quickly as possible.

The closer you got to the quad, the more you could feel the bustling energy that every being gave off, hearing the rumbling that came from every voice in the decently sized area. Your representative had gone up to the principal to announce that you arrived then came to grab you. Though, the moment you stepped into view, a lot of the chatter died down as hundreds of eyes landed on your form, taking in the maroon cloak that hid your figure. This seemed like the first school that was genuinely curious as to what was hiding behind the thick fabric.

"Okay.. Good afternoon, everyone. Hello!" Your gaze hurried to find the source of the ethereal voice that graced your ears and landed on a woman to your far left.

She was stunning.. Her figure ran tall, but, despite that, she still wore heels. She wore a cream colored dress that stopped just past her knees with sleeves that ended in the middle of her forearms. Her neck was captured in a gold necklace and matching gold bracelets were latched onto her wrists. Her nails were a bright red to match the color that painted her lips, a color that contrasted the darker red you wore on your own. The light colors brought out her gorgeous sapphire eyes, a shade of blue that you could easily find yourself getting lost in. The outfit was topped off with a meticulous updo, white colored locks pulled and pinned with great care. She was a goddess, you thought to yourself. There was no other explanation that you could come up with, in that moment, that told you otherwise.

"I know this isn't the first time this has happened.. but I wanted to introduce her to you all, nevertheless." She brought out a hand and gestured over to you, "This is our new Protector and she will be with us for the foreseeable future. Be sure to treat her nicely and make her feel welcomed as she makes her stay here."

With that, you looked over the crowd and took the chance to introduce yourself, feeling the uncertainty and curiosity being emitted from them all. This would be the only time you'd be able to speak to the students and staff (other than the principal and unless you were found) and you wanted everyone to know that you intended to bring safety wherever you went. You spoke as you felt the vocal sigil appear on your throat, knowing that it would stay there until either your time was up or the goddess of a woman found you.

"You can all call me y/m/n." The softness found in your voice seemed to interest some and bring calm to others. "I look forward to being here and learning about you all. I've heard much of this school and I hope that I won't let you down over the course of time I spend here."

You nodded so people would acknowledge that you finished, and silence filled the quad. As you looked to your left, you saw a surprised expression on the principals face, soon being filled with appreciation and curiosity.

She turned back to her students. "If you see her around the school, don't be afraid to say hello. If you need any help or have any questions, consider y/m/n as another source of help depending on the circumstance."

You loved the way your name fell from her lips, laced with such grace and elegance that you wished to hear her say it again and again.. that you wished to hear her say your actual name..

With the announcement done, a bell rung signaling the start of the next set of classes, and she stepped over to you offering her hand. "Larissa Weems." She was close to you, close enough to smell her perfume and your mouth went dry. You took a moment to study it, finding the rosy tones and small hints of vanilla intoxicating. You secretly hoped she thought that same about yours, that the smell of sandalwood and sweet berries was addicting for her.

You took her hand in yours, noticing how soft it was, and shook it gently. "Larissa.. What a beautiful name.." you admitted - this brought a light blush to her cheeks. You adored the sight and loved the way her name felt on your tongue, planning to savor each time you brought yourself to say it. "I said before, but you can call me y/m/n.." You said, offering your middle name for the second time that day. With introductions done, your representative went back to the agency, leaving you at the complete mercy of the academy.

The rest of your first day consisted of a more formal introduction to some of the staff as well as a tour of the grounds. While you followed Larissa around the grand halls and created an extensive map in your mind, you noticed that you caught a certain students eye more than the others. You stood for a moment and stared at the small blonde and acknowledged a raven haired girl that stood a few feet behind her, knowing that, as she looked back at you, she only saw the shadow the cloak provided over your face. She tilted her head in interest at you stopping, and you took the moment to bring your hand flat out in front of you, manifesting projections of butterflies in your palm. You brought your hand up to your lips and blew gently, sending the butterflies in her direction and watched as her confused, curious state turned into a joy filled smile. This action piqued the interest of the girl behind her and she sent you a nod of appreciation.

If there was one thing you understood about being a Protector, it was that you needed to bring safety wherever you went, and this school.. needed to know what it felt like to be safe again.. it needed to know what it felt like to be a home again. Little did you know, Larissa had seen the entire scene unfold. It touched her at how kind you were behind that mysterious form and hope started to build within her - maybe you were the missing piece that would make this academy feel alive again.

That was three months ago (the longest a Protector had been there so far) and during your time, you found every secret the school had to offer. Secret rooms, passage ways, codes - it had all been uncovered to you. Some secrets, though, you held closer than others..

Like how Larissa enjoyed hot chocolate from the Weathervane whenever she found the time for it (a part of you wanted to bring her some when she couldn’t go, enjoying how the taste always brought a smile to her lips), or how she would get the chocolate latte whenever she had a rough night the day before, the espresso giving her the extra push to make it through the day.. or how she had slowly opened up to you more - both of your actions grew bolder, touches lingered longer and slight teasing joined the conversation whenever you two were alone - and how she gave you her trust as she saw you interact with the school, her school, more and more, appreciative of what your presence did for everyone, including herself, over time and seeing how much you truly cared, considering that the last Protector didn't do nearly as much as you.

She took note of how quickly you ditched your cloak, over the course of your stay here, understanding that Protectors were told to keep it on until they reached a certain point of comfortability. Though you still had the identity masking spell over your facial features and voice, she took time studying other features and characteristics about you - like your sense of style and how you gestured with your hands while speaking to her, or how gentle and patient you were with the students, being stern enough in your gestures to the trouble makers but soft enough for them to know they could rely on you, or how you truly seemed to listen and give comfort to kids who had a rougher day than normal, giving them a kind enough reset for them to feel better about their day.

Everyone understood your actions were limited, but that didn't stop you from putting every ounce of your being into making these kids feel safe again. You saw little glimpses of yourself in all of them which made the urge to protect and guide them even higher.

During this time, you also got to know the smaller blonde, learning her name was Enid Sinclair. You appreciated how she stayed in your company despite your inability to do much, loving that she let you listen and silently guide her in the right direction. You held her close, catching onto her feelings for a certain raven haired girl, named Wednesday Addams, before she had admitted the fact to you. You enjoyed how she waited for you by the main stairs every day after her classes, ever since your first interaction, to go on your afternoon rounds with you and how she would walk you to Larissa's office to give your daytime report afterwards, always making sure to say hello to the principal before leaving, knowing she wasn't allowed to hear your voice again yet..

The reports slowly became your favorite part of the day, being able to interact with Larissa in a way that you couldn't with anyone else. The more time you spent at the school, the longer the "reports" started to get, often followed by a bottle of wine after Friday's daytime report or keeping each other company until you had to go on your next set of rounds other times.

You sat on the other side of her desk, both of you recovering from a laughing fit from a story she had told you, your report from the day far over and long forgotten. You wished you could always hear that laugh, that she would always have that beautiful smile lining her features and meeting her eyes.

"You know.." she starts, closing her laptop and turning her full attention towards you. "I've.. noticed all you do for this school - more specifically the students."

"Ahh.." you let out as realization hits you. "Enid is a special girl.. she's a part of my day that I look forward to, even if we don't necessarily talk."

"It's more than her, you know.." she stated and, at that, you froze. She seemed to understand - though she couldn't see your face, she had the rest of your body to play off of. "You.. make the students feel safe. In the school surveys we do for every Protector, yours has come out with the best ratings. They enjoy seeing you and love when you pop into their classes.." She leans forward, resting her arms on her desk, making the distance between you two even smaller.

You catch a hit of her perfume, making your breath hitch slightly and unconsciously lean closer to her - something she picks up on. She slowly reaches a hand over to yours, holding it gently and stroking her thumb across your knuckles. You look down at your hands for a moment as a blush creeps onto your features, enjoying the warmth her touch gave you and the electricity it left on your skin.

At the sound of her voice, you brought your gaze back to hers. "You've made this school feel better than it has in ages.. and I really, really appreciate it, y/m/n.. No words can even begin to explain how thankful I am that you, specifically, are here.."

You took in her words, finally understanding that what you've done so far has made the impact you hoped for. You felt a pinch of nervousness radiate from the woman in front of you, but you could tell she meant everything she said in her next words. "I have a really good feeling about you.. I hope you can find more to look forward to here."

And with that she went to move her hand away, but you squeezed it, keeping it in your grasp. You acted without thinking, letting the words fall from your lips, "This is one of them."

Silence fell over the both of you, the energy in the room becoming charged yet comfortable after finally admitting things you both wanted to say. She looked as though she wanted to say something else but was cut off by your watch before doing so - your alarm going off to signal that it was time for you night time rounds, sending any students in the halls or common rooms to their dorms to retire for the night and ending in Wednesday and Enid's room, enjoying the company of the two girls before wishing them a good night with a nod of your head to watch over the quiet school.

You stood from your seat in front of her, knowing she knew what that sound meant from the other times you had spent hours into the evening with the woman, and moved your hands to turn off the rapid beeping, not wanting to let go of her just yet. You looked down at your hands once more and stoked your thumb against her skin, holding just this piece of her as though she the most fragile thing on the planet.

You softly brought her hand to your lips, planting a firm yet gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I look forward to more days spent in your company, Larissa Weems.." you admitted.

A blush graced her features as you watched her slightly shocked expression fade into a soft, genuine smile. You backed away slowly, keeping her hand in yours for as long as your reach allowed. Before turning away completely, you said, "And.. I look forward to you finding me.." With that, you left her office to do your rounds, instilling a big amount of hope within you both.

With the click of the door shutting, Larissa looked down at her hand in awe. Though you had a masking spell on, this didn't mean you couldn't leave traces of the woman that lay behind it - you had left a lipstick print on her hand, and she committed the color and shape to memory, wishing for the day that those lips would find her own.

The sound of your heels filled the empty halls. The warm lights casting a golden glow along the stone features of the academy. As you looked around every corner, a part of your mind was elsewhere - a part of your mind was still with Larissa. You brought the hand that held hers to touch your lips, fully realizing the actions that just took place. This woman would surely be the death of you.. Suddenly, you wished for the day that she would find you to come sooner rather than later, knowing that time was running out for her to do so..

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 8 months

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hey sorry if this doesn’t interest u feel free to ignore but i had a request i was wondering if you could do one with larissa x reader where the reader can get really overwhelmed easily so when things don’t do their way or maybe a really rowdy classroom the reader just freaks out so they go to larissa and just cry in her lap and she comforts the reader. i just really need a hug from my favourite principal anyways again feel free to ignore i hope u have a wonderful day or night :)

Hi hi hi anon!! Thank your for interacting and sending in this request! I would absolutely love to write this for you 🥰Have a lovely day. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Finally Seen ~Motherly!Larissa Weems xGN Student!Reader

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Warnings: Fluff, Anxiety attack, anxiety, overstimulation, sense of overwhelming, little Angst, age gap(all legal), comfort fic, physical affection, hugging, etc.

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The minute you had stepped into your third period class, you could feel the overstimulation in the air. You already had high anxiety this morning, and this class was by far the worst for your anxiety…

You sat down at a desk with an anxious pit in your stomache, and class begun. You always sat in the back, out of sight and out of mind.

Even though all you wanted was for once, someone to notice you weren’t okay…

A group of werewolf boys were always roudy in this class, and the teacher was always yelling at them to settle down. Then there were the whispers and gossip train of the vampires on the other end of the classroom. Plus the lesson being taught which you had to pay attention you. It all just got worse and worse as the minutes slowly went by.

Your heart was in your throat, your fists were clenched tightly and were white. You had given up on any note taking. You were just trying to focus on even breathing and not combusting in front of the whole class. It was all too much. Too overwhelming.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened. Your breath hitched slightly as Principal Weems walked in. She went over to your teacher and whispered a few things before going to exit again. But before she left, she turned around and scanned the rows of students. You gulped as her gaze lingered on you for what felt like longer than normal.

Save me…

You thought.

“Miss L/N, could I speak to you out in the hall for a moment?” Principal Weems’ voice echoed you back to reality.

You gulped again and clumsily made your way across the classroom and outside into the hall. Once Ms. Weems had closed the door, she her gaze met your frame. You couldn’t do anything but look at the ground.

“Miss L/N, are you quite alright…? You look pale…” the woman concerningly asked.

No, I’m not alright!!

“Yea im Fine” you mumbled, lying through your teeth.

Please see through me! Please see me!!

Principal Weems hummed in recognition of your words and paused for a moment. She then bent down to your level, and directed your chin with her hand, so that your gaze finally met hers.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem fine, love…” she gently pushed.

Your lip trembled slightly. And your eyes were frantic as tears started to well up in them.

“I… no… I’m not I’m sorry…” you choked out, screwing your eyes shit tight for fear of her rejection.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Darling. Would you accompany back to my office for a cup of tea?”

You blinked multiple times as your teary eyes finally looked back at the principal. Her face was filled with concern and care. Her eyes were soft and loving, not professional and stern anymore. You gulped and nodded. The woman then smiled and nodded, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly, as she led you to her office.

“M-my stuff…?” You squeaked out, as she was opening the door to her office.

“I will have my assistant go get your things. No need to worry, love…” She reassured you.

The woman placed you on her sofa by the fire, and then she quickly brewed two cups of tea, returning to you, and hanging you a cup.

“Thank you, Principal Weems…” you whispered, as she sat down a couple feet apart from you on the other end of the sofa.

The blonde hummed and nodded, “You can call me Larissa when we’re alone if you like.”

You sucked in a breath, still quite anxious, and nodded. You took a sip of your tea.

“Would you like to talk about it…?”

Suddenly, your tears were back. They welled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. You set your tea aside to frantically wipe your tears away. Larissa quickly set her cup down as well, coming over to you and rubbing your back reassuringly.

Her touch felt nice…

“It’s just… It gets too much for me… sometimes… and I… N-no one has ever noticed…” you choked out through your silent tears.

“I understand. I used to get anxiety attacks in my student years as well. You’re not alone, love…” the blonde softly comforted you.

You leaned into the woman’s touch, ending up with your head against her chest, and your tears staining her dress. You started to pull back, but the woman stopped you.

“It’s okay, Darling…” Larissa said as if she knew exactly what you were asking for.

She then guided you to lay across her, fully on her lap, as she continued to stroke your back. Your shuddery, short breaths started to slowly even out. The woman let you talk and vent as long as you needed, until eventually you were calmed down.

Your things had been dropped off at your dorm she told you. And she said for you to take the rest to the day off. As Larissa led you out of her office, you wrapped your arms around the tall woman, hugging her. Stunned for a second but quick to melt into the embrace, the principal comforted you with her embrace. She then reminded you that her door was always open, before sending you on your way.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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hi can you please do something where reader gets in trouble so has to go to weems office for a meeting but she wakes up with the cold/flu and still drags herself there, shes barely paying attention to the lecture shes getting on behaviour but weems is so annoyed she doesnt notice until her sneezes/sniffles give her away despite reader being adamant shes fine? leading to some soft taking care of by weems?

Sickness and Spiders

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: You get in trouble for something you didn’t fully understand, the whole time your feeling sick as and Weems is yet too notice.

TW: vomiting, flu symptoms, spiders (mentioned), fainting (mentioned), lectures, fever

A/n loved this request, hope you do too :)

I mean was it really your fault, had you known Wednesday was going to use the spiders to torment Bianca you would have never given them to her. You should have known better, yes. But the classes you had all afternoon, had seemed to numb your already aching mind. Yoko had been sick a few days ago and was starting to get over it, her vampire immune system reducing the flu to a simple cold. However, being around her in close quarters for days on end as the two of you shared a dorm meant you had gotten her “cold.”

After Wednesday had accidentally outted your (unknowing and unwilling) involvement in her plot, you had spent the afternoon in detention. Which you had spent staring at the wall with a blank look as your head seemed to have invisible hands stuff your sinuses and skull with cotton and sand. You had barely even registered being let out before you stumbled down the hall to your dorm which luckily wasn’t too far. You had to see the principal tomorrow morning as she had spent the afternoon dealing with Wednesday and her punishment. Maybe you could plead your case and …. That would never work.

You stumbled over to your bed curling up on-top of the sheets deciding to forgo dinner as your stomach churned at the room seemed to be freezing. You fell asleep at five in the afternoon still in your uniform and hair done up.

It had barely felt like five minutes before you felt hands shaking your shoulder. Blearily you looked up at the attacker through have lidded eyes. Your head was pounding, and your stomach churned. You couldn’t breathe through your nose at all and somehow at the same time it was running down your top lip. Your lips were chapped, and your eyes glazed with the haze of fever.

Darting your tongue out to try and rehydrate your lips you blinked up as you realised Yoko was standing over you.

“Dude. Jeez you look like hell. Are you ok?” She asked and you wiped your nose on your sleeve which made her wince and let out a deep and throaty yes, your voice surprising you at how congested you sounded.

“If you say so. Weems wanted you in her office ten minutes ago. But you should probably-“ you launched off the bed and stumbled righting yourself against the wall and took off down the hall still in yesterdays crumpled uniform.

“-stay here.” Yoko finished looking at your empty bed with a frown.

You did your best to stand upright as you knocked on the door, swaying slightly. Suddenly the door flew open with an angry looking Weems saying there. At the sudden movement your head swam, and you took a step back. Weems took this as an escape attempt and grabbed your arm pulling you inside. You stumbled and weems thrust you into the chair in-front of her desk.

She barely looked at you as she began to lecture.

“I expect this kind of thing from Wednesday, you however Y/n… have been one of my most promising students. I worry what would happen if you chose to follow a path like Ms Addams. I should suspend you; those spiders scared half the first years to death. One actually fainted. She would be concussed if Ms Thornhill hadn’t caught her…” Weems continued to rant as you tried and failed to listen. You had zoned out looking at the stuffed crow on her bookshelf. Eyes still glassy. Your stomach was churning something awful, and you lifted you sleeve, sniffling and wiping your nose on your already wet sleeve. You grimaced at the texture and brought a hand to rest over your stomach. It hurt a lot as it did flips and gurgled angrily.

Weems was pacing now, still not looking at you as she went on and on about how disappointed she was with you. But it sounded like she was underwater. Noise was distorted as your fever raged, messing with your senses and perception of reality. You swayed where you sat using one hand to grip the edge of the desk to stop yourself falling out of the chair. You stifled a sneeze in your elbow grimiaing as it made your head pound with newfound force. It felt like your heart had been moved to between your ears as it was all you could hear.

You sat trying to stabilise your breathing as saliva began to gather in your mouth. You were feeling worse and worse.

Weems froze her back to you, her lecture stopping as she heard you gag. Unfreezing she spun on her heels just in time to watch you throw up in your own lap. For the first time that day she looked at you. You had deep bags under your eyes. Forehead covering a sheen of sweat. Eye glassy. Nose and cheeks pink and skin pale. Drooping eyelids and now dressed in a sicked-on uniform.

Her anger melted in an instant and she crossed the office in a few strides. Perks of being tall. She knelt next to you and looked into your eyes which moved sluggishly to meet hers.

“Oh darling.” She said turning and grabbing some tissues off her desk to wipe your chin clean. You let out a heartbreaking whimper and buried your face in your hands.

“Sh shhh. None of that now sweetheart.” She said and pried your hands off. She felt your face for a fever frowning as she felt a very present and very hot one raging under your pale and flushed skin.

“Sit tight for me darling.” She said and you gave a weak nod. She quickly left and returned with a towel, a plastic bag and a change of what looked like her old clothes. She peeled your uniform off you carefully throwing it in the bag. She wrapped you in the towel still in your underwear as she wiped you clean with a wet rag. Once you felt slightly better, she tapped your arm.

“Arms up sweetie.” She said and you complied slowly. She wrestled the short onto you and you let her. After a minute she pressed a thermometer to your lips which you accepted. Finding your fever too high for her liking weems gathered some more supplies and fed you some medicine. Figuring you had to the flu and most likely threw up from the fever and nausea.

Gently she guided you to the couch and laid a towel down for you to sleep in case you didn’t make it to the bathroom again if you felt sick again later. She placed a bucket next to the couch and wiped the sweaty hair from your eyes. With a hand she cupped your cheek as you began to fall asleep.

“Im sorry darling. I should have known something was wrong when your name came up.” She said softly. “I know you would never do that in your right mind.” She rubber her thumb over your cheek bone and you nuzzled into her hand.

“‘M s’rry. I di’nt know she’s gonna throw them at the fi’st yea’s” you slurred tired and weems chuckled softly.

“Im sure you didn’t darling. Now rest.” She said and patted your cheek before removing her hand and going to stand up.

“Stay.” You said weakly grabbing her hand.

“Of course, darling. Let me just grab my laptop.” She said going over to her desk before returning and sitting opposite you.

“Close your eyes my darling, you need sleep. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“G’night mama.” You said confused from the fever. Weems froze before softening.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” She said fighting tears that you saw her as a mother.

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theflashesoflove · 9 months

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obstacle II

Larissa Weems x f!reader (nsfw) – series

part I :: part II :: part lll :: ao3

a/n: thank you to everyone who showed me some love for the first chapter!! i am very very smitten (and quite nervous). let's see how all of this goes from larissa's point of view. there are some inconsistencies with canon events (not to mention that larissa is alive, which she very much is in canon as well, we all know that)

warnings/tags: unhealthy online relationship, dom!larissa x sub!reader dynamics, sexting, implied masturbation, angst, insecurity, guilt – you get the vibes

chapter word count: 3.7k

Part II: she puts the weights in my heart

It was a blissful evening, but Larissa’s inner state was nowhere near bliss. Nevermore was finally back on track after the horrible Hyde situation, yet Larissa lagged behind in adjusting to the new reality. It wouldn’t be this hard if she didn’t spend two weeks in hospital after being poisoned by Laurel Gates – she never went on vacation, she never took additional days off, and being away from her principal duties certainly slowed her down. Especially when she absolutely hated being patronised by doctors and nurses who didn’t want to discharge her from hospital no matter how many times she snarled and threw tantrums about how extremely important it was for her to get back to work. Even after finally nagging her way out earlier than a proper healing process required, Larissa still couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. It felt as though all of her efforts had reset to zero and she had to start everything all over again – negotiate with the new Mayor, establish a reverent relationship with the normie population and mitigate the consequences of Hyde attack among students. Her mind was still weak after she was nearly lying on her deathbed, her heart was still heavy knowing what her students had been through. The only thing that stayed the same even after the incident was her relationship with you, and she would hate to admit that it only added to her problems. She was constantly followed by guilt, all-consuming and unmerciful.

Larissa didn’t like to feel like a bad person. Life had taught her that if she wanted to achieve something, being her charming and ambitious self wasn’t enough – she had to be clever and sly, sometimes even manipulative and ruthless. She had good intentions, but the only language the world around her could understand was a language of fierceness. Larissa could always come up with an excuse for her problematic actions when it came to protecting the school, but she could never come up with an excuse for being dishonest towards you.

Some of the students gathered in the yard after the classes were over, sitting in small groups and enjoying one of the last warm days of September. Larissa wished to return to her school days and be as carefree as they were in that moment, laughing and gossiping and perhaps worrying about their first love. A small smile crawled on her face as she looked out of the window – students seemed to adjust after what had happened more successfully than their Principal did, but this fact made Larissa hopeful that she would catch on soon. One detail, however, was still out of place. A tormenting reminder of Hyde attack, the destroyed tower that was off limits for students and hurt the Principal’s eyes like a grain of sand. Perhaps the upcoming renovation could finally calm her heart. She stepped away from the window to return to her chair and looked at the clock – her last meeting of the day was supposed to start five minutes ago. As soon as she decided to check if there were any new messages from you and reached out for her phone, she heard a confident knock on her door. Larissa moved her chair closer to the table and opened her laptop while inviting whoever was waiting for her response with a light “Come in!”. Deep down Larissa was glad that the architect got there a little late, she really needed those extra five minutes of solitude to catch a breath after a rather tense meeting with the new Mayor.

To catch a breath, that was immediately stolen away from her when you walked in.

At first, Larissa thought she was hallucinating. Her mind was undoubtedly playing games with her, she just had to blink the mirage away. But you were still there even after the woman closed and opened her eyes a few times, and your lovely voice was like a slap on her face – it’s real, it’s real, you are real and you are here.

“Terribly sorry I’m late. I had to stop for petrol,” you murmured, closing the door behind you.

Larissa couldn’t move. You never told her that you were an architect, you never told her what your new project was about, you never told her that you knew anything about reconstruction. You just entered her office like a deadly storm, and Larissa had to act professional somehow. It felt as though she was doused with ice cold water, as though she was blinded and deafened, as though she fell down in her sleep and woke up in cold sweat. She couldn’t feel her own breathing, she wasn’t aware of her surroundings anymore. However what felt like an eternity of catatonia lasted only for a split second, and Larissa’s stupor was followed by a sheer panic. You swiftly approached her desk and extended your hand, introducing yourself, and suddenly Larissa was very aware of it all – of how rapidly her heart was beating, of how hot her cheeks grew, of how painfully her stomach flipped when she saw your oblivious smile and felt the softness of your hand as she met it with her own, moving on autopilot. All the formal interactions she practised every day became entirely foreign concepts to her, and she kept rudely staring at you, at a loss for words.

The circle of lies and secrets she had created backfired on her with its full force, leaving her trapped with you in the same room. When you entered Larissa’s office, she already knew what your name was. When you shook her hand, she already knew what that hand did just a couple of nights before, teasing your body on camera for her. When you spoke, she already knew how that voice sounded when you were on edge. She already knew your every curve, your dirty fantasies and what you were capable of for her – no, for Lydia. Every little detail of you was shared with non-existent Lydia, but it was Larissa who always was on the receiving end. Larissa knew, Larissa knew everything, she wasn’t supposed to be the one who knew it, but she couldn’t run away from it.

You pursed your lips and shyly touched the backrest of a chair that stood in front of Larissa’s desk, and it alerted the woman that she still didn’t invite you to sit down. “Ah, yes, yes, please, take a seat. I am sorry, it’s been a rough day,” she uttered, looking around her desk in search of something to hold on to. She found a pen and clutched it in her hand as she listened to the rustle of you pulling out the chair and sitting across from her.

“It’s alright, I won’t keep you long. For the first meeting at least,” you gave her a small smile, and Larissa’s whole being buzzed from anxiety, her nerves completely destroying her professional composure. “Our manager has already drawn up a contract, I just need you to read through it, check if everything’s right, and sign it. In two copies,” you reached in your bag and pulled out a thin folder with documents, “one stays with you, one stays with me.” You handed Larissa the papers and she immediately busied herself reading through them to avoid making eye contact with you.

Words seemed to melt together, and Larissa couldn’t focus on the content of the contract for the life of her. She knew that you were patiently watching her, presumably seeing her struggle to read a few pages. Her mind drifted away once again, agitated that at any moment you could recognise in her someone who sent you dirty messages and kept you in the dark about her real personality. Larissa scanned through the contract, not paying attention to the formalities, because her brain was occupied with calming her heart down. You couldn’t possibly know that Larissa was Lydia, or the other way around, you couldn’t possibly recognise her, because she never sent you pictures of her face. The only bits she’d shared were her legs and her- her hands… Could you recognise her hands? Her manicure? Larissa’s mind raced as she hesitated for a second before taking a look at you to see you scrolling through your phone. She carefully dropped the pen and brought her hands on her lap to shift her nail colour to something, anything else. A second later she grabbed the pen again and saw that her nails got a different shape and were painted silver. It wasn’t a bad choice, Larissa thought, but it was a very unusual one. And you wouldn’t even notice the insignificant change, would you? She felt ridiculous for caring about such a small detail, but it calmed her nerves a tiniest bit nonetheless.

Larissa looked through the contract again, and she was glad that she found it in her to do so, because she noticed a mistake, “It doesn’t say anything about the installation of a new heating system,” she noted, looking up at you.

You put your phone away and frowned, “Did you mention it while talking to our manager?”

“I… I suppose I forgot. Can we add it to the list though? The tower was the only part of Nevermore that never got decent heating, and we always had to cancel lessons in the observatory during cold seasons.” Larissa internally winced at how unusually weak her voice sounded.

“Of course. I will notify our manager and bring you a new contract. It’s a good thing you noticed, usually clients don’t pay much attention,” you said lightly.

“I hope it won’t be a bother, it’s easy to forget things while looking after hundreds of teenagers at once,” Larissa handed you the papers back.

“No, no, it’s alright. I must admit, I never realised that being a principal might be this stressful. Not saying that it’s easy, but… just never really thought about it.” You gave Larissa an awkward smile. It was precious to her. “I was planning on seeing the tower and taking a few pictures. And maybe there will be something else you remember about?”

“Oh, right, right. I’ll lead the way.” Larissa stood up, nervously smoothing the fabric of her skirt.

The meeting proceeded in the school yard, Larissa watched as you carefully observed the tower ruins and took pictures from every possible angle. Ironically, Larissa was glad that she finally wasn’t the centre of your attention.

“The top part is completely destroyed,” you mumbled to yourself softly, craning your neck to look up at the damage that was done to the part of the building, “I cannot even imagine what could have caused it, especially in a school. It couldn’t have been students, could it?” You turned to look at Larissa who stood at a discreet distance.

“Well, I suppose it could. But it wasn’t their fault. It’s… hard to explain.” Larissa was surprised to see that you probably didn’t know what exactly was happening at Nevermore just a few months ago. After a small pause, she asked, “Is it necessary to completely take down what’s left?”

“If you’d prefer to leave the remaining parts, I can work around it. We’ll just have to reconstruct the top…” you were focused on the ruins and Larissa couldn’t help but think how enticing you looked while doing your job. Now that the two of you were outside it was much easier to breathe, and Larissa could freely admire your form – not that she didn’t have enough opportunities to admire it before. Oh, and the way your beauty was even more outstanding in real life. You were dressed for work, and for Larissa, a woman who deeply valued her appearance in the office, it was the most delightful, the most attractive sight to see. Your little smiles were much brighter in person, your hair looked soft and your shape was unsurprisingly smaller compared to Larissa’s. It made her want to cover you with her body and hide you in her arms. Tearing away from inappropriate thoughts, she internally cursed herself and tried to pay attention to your words. “It seems like a pretty solid construction, It could have stood for centuries,” you mused, touching one of the old mossy bricks. “But we’ll find the materials to blend in beautifully,” stepping away from the tower wall, you approached Larissa. “I’ll have the first renders ready for our next meeting and we can discuss anything you would like to add or get rid of.”

“Very well,” Larissa breathed out, not expecting you to come this close to her. In fact, she was only being dramatic – you maintained a professional distance. “I… I look forward to it,” she forced a smile that barely touched her lips.

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Once you left, Larissa felt anxious all over again. She realised it was only a matter of time before you wrote to Lydia, and how could she continue all of this, knowing full well that she would have to see you every week and work with you on the renovation? How could she pretend to be just a mere stranger, a put-together principal and continue to secretly order you around, to send you filthy messages and not feel like shit about it? Guilt gnawed at her, it made her nervously pace her office, completely unable to finish her work for the day. Perhaps her lies had to come to a halt, and that meeting just marked the beginning of the end.

Larissa never thought that the first conversation she’d shared with you would lead her into this kind of relationship. She never tried shopping for antiques online, she didn't even bother to properly fill out her profile information on the reselling site – she just wanted a peculiar-looking record player, but you forgot to take the advertisement down after selling it. It was a pity, she really liked that old little thing, but in the end she was blessed – or rather cursed – with something much more interesting. Next thing Larissa knew, both of you engaged in discussing music and, gradually, you started sharing some innocent facts about your life. Larissa thought it was fun – she hadn't had a conversation about something not related to her job in ages. Then, you started texting her more frequently and Larissa couldn’t help but tease you for it. You seemed to like her teasing tone and started playing along. It made her more confident and bolder with her words – she would never admit it, but sometimes she blushed at her own messages; it wasn’t because she was shy, it was because of the image in her head, the fantasy of having you just the way Larissa wanted. What was worse, she smiled like she was young and carefree again whenever she got your response. With you she felt more at ease exploring this passionate and provoking side of her, feeling a tad smug when you reacted to her ambiguous messages in the most adorable way. It aroused a thrill within her, a deep interest and longing for more.

However she was awfully scared of bringing this into real life, knowing that she had accidentally set the bar too high, and that you would surely be disappointed to learn that behind those messages was a woman who was overconsumed with her work and actually quite dull as a person – that was what Larissa thought of herself. After a week of your rapidly developing relationship, you texted her, i just realised i never got your name! – and Larissa didn’t know why she lied. It was a good idea at the time, she assumed that sooner or later you would become bored even of this bolder version of her, and giving you her actual name wouldn’t change anything. To her surprise and secret delight, it wasn’t the case. You accepted everything she offered you and didn’t ask uncomfortable questions. Just once, though, you suggested meeting somewhere for dinner, and Larissa politely refused, saying that she wouldn’t have the time for it in the foreseeable future. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but Larissa knew that if she wasn’t such a coward, she would have found all the time in the world to see you.

Being in love was unhealthy for Larissa. It was painful and distracting from her work. It made her dizzy and nauseous, certain that the object of her infatuation would never reciprocate her feelings. It happened once, twice, it happened enough times to make her hopeless and stern – her heart couldn’t take it anymore. Deep down she always craved intimacy and touch, but even occasional one-night stands made her stumble and sense an unpleasant cramp in her stomach once they were over. Lydia was a clever barrier that, Larissa hoped, would catch her when she would fall again. She wasn’t getting too close, she didn’t allow herself to get attached, because Larissa’s heart was shielded by a mysterious and more confident image of a different woman. She was foolish thinking that this could ever work.

The messages you sent her had become a part of Larissa’s daily routine, and initially innocent and friendly conversations inevitably escalated into sexting. On some days, both of you exchanged only text messages, but more often you sent her nudes which made Larissa immensely aroused. Sometimes she would sit in her office, curtains drawn and door locked, basking in the warmth of the fireplace, drinking wine and waiting for you to finish recording your video. She’d watch you shaking and squirming and accidentally moaning Lydia’s name instead of the mistress title. It didn’t happen often, but when it did… Oh, how she wished to be Lydia. To be the woman you were so close to, whom you trusted with everything, whom you cared for. How she wished that she could give you what your kind soul deserved – honesty. A minor lie about her name evolved into an entire net of secrets. Larissa embellished her image, drifting away from reality. She gave all the credit to Lydia, who was fun and enticing, who deserved to be loved and wasn’t afraid of her fantasies – in Larissa's head Lydia was everything that she wasn’t. In Larissa's head her real self was the one who was only rejected and forgotten, whose beauty wilted years ago and whose charm was only suitable for overpowering her business associates. She didn’t even give herself a chance to be proven otherwise.

The darkness finally settled around Nevermore, cold air whistling through the windows all over the dim empty halls of the school. Students were back to their dorms and Larissa observed the empty yard, tense and restless. She tried to breathe deeply – it didn’t help. Just as she’d expected, you sent her a picture a couple of hours after the meeting. You were laying on your side in pretty light pink lingerie, inviting and painfully lovely, what can i do for you tonight, mistress?

Normally, Larissa would open the messenger and tell you all the things she wanted to do with you. She would order you to be a good girl for her and send her a video of you touching yourself – making it all nice and pretty, exposing your flushed skin and releasing heavenly sounds. She would bring herself to the edge, groaning under her breath and revelling in the power she had over you. Then, she would praise you and tease you further, just to bring you the lightest mood for the night. Maybe she would even send you a picture in return, but it was a rare occasion, when Larissa was too tipsy to overthink it. This time she couldn’t do anything. She didn’t open the messenger – she looked through the notification from her lock screen – she didn’t tell you how much she wanted to see you pleasuring yourself for her. She chose to ignore you. And it made her feel absolutely horrible for the rest of the night. There were dozens of unanswered emails on her work laptop, and after it became unbearable to be alone with her feelings, she busied herself with answering them in a rather harsh tone, venting her spleen at whoever needed something from her. Her head ached. Her heart squeezed inside her chest. She was angry at herself, fearful and bursting with guilt from knowing that her little game had to come to an end and there was no place for Lydia anymore. From knowing that it was going to hurt you.

A few hours later she received a new message from you, are you still at work?

She could sense your worried tone through her screen. It wasn’t usual for Larissa to leave your messages unanswered until morning. Only once, when she was in hospital, was it taking her too long to reply. She was physically unable to respond to your messages, though she explained it to you in advance, saying that she got terribly ill, but her recovery went smoothly. It left no room for unneeded concern on your part, you just hoped that Lydia would be fine.

This time, however, there was no adequate explanation. Larissa still didn’t answer. She tried to go to sleep at her usual time but ended up staring in the darkness, guilty, awfully guilty. If her exhaustion hadn’t finally forced her to fall asleep, she would have seen your message in the dead of night, lydia, is everything alright? – you couldn’t sleep again, but this time Larissa was the one to blame.

She saw your message in the morning but didn’t reply. Her heart was heavy the whole day, and she drowned out the pain with more work; insufferable meetings, Wednesday’s outbursts and ignorant parents. Larissa would never say that she hated her job no matter how difficult it was – she didn’t tire easily, but her soul was worn out. That was why she never let herself be swallowed by feelings that were even remotely close to those of romantic love and affection before. That was why making an exception for you was a terrible mistake. She received a few more messages from you during the day and hid her phone in the desk drawer to avoid seeing them. Larissa had always known that sooner or later Lydia would have to part ways with you – she couldn’t keep you in the dark forever. It was a necessary sacrifice for her own peace of mind, and the two of you got business to do, after all.

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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as strange as it seems

xavier thorpe x selkie!reader

summary: when your pelt was stolen from you as a joke during carnival night, xavier comes just in time to rescue you.

a/n: xavier warriors, I hear your call, I respond. anyways this is pretty much stupid and insane bcs I absolutely love selkies (they are basically seals that can turn into humans using their pelt) you can google if ur confused.

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There was nothing funny about this. You place your pelt by your side and the next thing you knew, it wasn't there.

A pelt is something very personal to a selkie, and everyone knew that, this went beyond a mere prank.

Now here you were transforming into a fucking seal in the woods alone because, of course there's no body of water near you to dive in.

This is fucking stupid, I have leaves stuck on me, I'm going to throw up, you gagged, which came out as a loud squeaking yelp.

Your angry internal seal monologue was interrupted as you hear loud footsteps running towards the woods.

You stay behind the tree as Rowan enters with Wednesday Addams following him.

It was bizarre what was going on, one moment she was trying to speak to him, and the next, he had her pinned on the tree.

You squeaked in fear, causing him to drop her, suprised. Their eyes glance at you behind the tree for a second before a largely built monster lunges at Rowan and devoured him.

Wednesday's movements only froze for seconds before she sped her way out, leaving you squeaking for help.

The monster's gigantic disgusting eyes stared right into your little sea-lion soul.

Hopping out of the woods was inefficient but also your only choice, so you hopped like a giant bunny as the monster attacks you from behind, grabbing you in one hand and ready to squish you into pieces as your eyes widen and you squeal for your life.

Your panic was halted as a small arrow shoots through his head, it wasn't strong enough to kill him, but enough for him to drop you.

"Stay away from her!" A voice you know too well, shouted from your right.

A wolf lunges at the monster, pushing him back, before a few more of them joins in the bloodbath.

You yelped as you feel hands pull you up to their chest, Xavier grips you to him as he runs out towards the fair, where Wednesday and Enid stands alongside Weems who was already phoning the police. Too much of this evidence can't be removed nor be denied.

She rushes Xavier to go back to the school and he obeys immediately with the other students.

You see him with your pelt slung on his shoulder before he rushes you two back.

The car ride was worse than almost being killed. The way he kept glancing at you, biting his lip from laughing, and immediately failing when you squeaked at him angrily.

"Im- sorry, it's just, I- I mean look at you -"

You squeaked again and slap his hand that tried to squish your slimy face.

Your boyfriend has a way of making you melt and also wanting to shove his face in a bucket of acid.

But god you'd miss that face if it was ever ruined.

He insisted on you transforming when you've reached your dorm so he can carry you up and indulge watching you in your seal form whole repeating terrible seal pickup lines and receiving slaps on his face that he takes too easily for your liking.

When you finally get the opportunity to be back in your human skin and clean yourself from the dirt, you feel relief washing over you, despite your boyfriend's attempt to make you laugh, you were still in a state of shock.

Xavier's own fear was not subtle either, as much as he tries to hide it, and his insistence on sleeping in your dorm that night was only another confirmation.

You swore you'd see nightmares of the monster in your sleep that night, but wrapped in his arms and feeling him press a kiss on your forehead, you woke up the next day with nothing but him on your mind.

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I need you when I sleep.

Larissa Weems x fem reader. (Angst)

Words: idk like less than 1k? It’s short and sweet.

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of blood and abuse

Note: I really couldn’t be bothered to continue, kinda angsty. (Italics are for the nightmare.)

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They were taking her, I don’t know who, I don’t know where, but what I did know is that whoever they are dragged Larissa away and they were going to hurt her. I couldn’t move, practically paralysed, I could only scream out to her, I could only plead for them to take me and let her free, but nothing I did could stop the inevitable.

I don’t understand what they want with her, hasn’t she suffered enough? It feels the same as when I found her lying on the cold stone almost lifeless after laurels attack.

I couldn’t bear to have her taken away from me again, the rage accumulated in my veins seemed to take its toll as I retracted enough to completely rip out of their grasp and one by one I slaughtered every one of them with my bare hands, ripping, pulling, scratching and gouging, yet when I ran to her she wasn’t getting any closer, she was so close but not enough for my reach.

Hoards of people came to drag us further apart and I wasn’t strong enough to fight against them all, so slowly, ever so painfully, I watched as they beat her and ripped at her clothes, I saw the way her blood trickled down her face and blemished her porcelain skin. I screamed and screamed and screamed until my throat was raw and stinging. The light and the string of life was barely hanging on by a thread as I saw her tired body no longer struggling.

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Larissa paced back towards her quarters after sneaking down to the staff room to nick a tea bag and make a hot tea for herself, the insomnia finding hilarity in her drowsy state, she sat in the room scrolling through her phone until the cup was empty, then headed back to her quarters.

However the halls weren’t very quiet for 2:30 in the morning. She could hear yelling that became screaming quickly in the span of 30 seconds, she started to walk faster than turned jogging to the noise, she realised that it was coming from my room, she rapidly knocked on the door but with no answer or pause in the distress she pulled out her keys fumbling to find the master that opens all the doors.

Finally she found it slotting it in the key hole and ripping open the door, the room was dimly lit by a singe candle and the red alarm clocks numbers, she could see my thrashing silhouette in the sheets of my bed and ran to sit on the side of my mattress, Larissa grabbed my sheets and pulled them away for better access. “Shhh darling, you’re alright, come on wake up sweetheart.” She said trying to coax me out of the state. She dragged my body to lay in her lap and gently shake me awake. “No don’t!” I yelled. “Wake up honey! Come on.” She demanded. “Don’t hurt her please!” I screamed. “WAKE UP!” She yelled.

A gasp filled my lungs finally being jerked away from the terror, I looked up to see Larissa’s troubled expression, my body was shaking and exhausted. “Rissa, you’re alright…” I hummed my eyelids blinking slowly. “I’m ok? Y/n…?” Larissa curled her knees up, sat on her hip and elbow peering down at me concerned stroking the sweaty hair from my forehead. “Oh thank goodness.” I sniffed, tears rolling down to temples and into my hair. “You can’t leave me again, you can’t die.” I mumbled into her shoulder. “I’m right here I’m not going anywhere, it was just a very bad dream.” She said cupping my cheek.

After a few minutes I had fallen back to sleep, this was Larissa’s queue to carefully hop off the bed and fetch a cool washcloth from my ensuite to pat down my hot sweat ridden face, neck and shoulders. Gently she folded the cloth and wiped carefully until I lulled awake again. “Please don’t leave.” I whispered with my eyes peeling open just a fraction. “I’m not going anywhere darling.” She lowly spoke back, with my eyes closed again and my hand wrapped around her wrist I said. “I love you, Larissa.” Her eyes widen slightly and her movements are relinquished. Before she could respond I was asleep again.

Larissa discarded the cloth, toed off her flats and removed her floor length robe to get in the bed with me. She didn’t care about keeping her propriety, she didn’t even think twice about how inappropriate it is to share a bed with her employee, because that’s not what I was to her, since the day of her near death Larissa vowed to herself that she would not push me or others away to keep her feelings safe, because if she had in fact died that night what would she have to show for it, no family, no lover, just a home and position she’d leave behind.

Comfortably rested in the sheets Larissa pulls my body closer to hers and ever so softly, she lifts my head to remove the hair from my neck tossing it up against the pillow and guide my neck into the inside of her bicep. Her brows are deeply creased due to the concern, but the longer she looks at my sleeping form it softens, her tense muscles relax, her mind slowly coming to ease. “I love you too, my sweet darling girl.” She whispered, hesitantly she placed a light kiss to my cheek, then finally falling asleep herself.

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As I rolled over, I noticed that I could feel a dip in the mattress and warmth radiating from right beside me, Larissa. My heart starts racing at the prospect of the woman I love in my bed, asleep in all her glory, my eyes meet her glistening porcelain skin thats illuminated by the streak of sunlight casting over her face from the unclosed curtains. She’s bare of any make up, her usual blood red lips are a soft pink, the scar more evident and more beautiful that wonderfully taints her soft feature, her eyelashes a light blonde completely contrasting to the cobalt blue eyeliner and mascara.

In a moment of confusion I found myself staring at her so intensely that I hadn’t realised she had woken, her eyes fluttering open adjusting to the bright light. “Morning sweetheart.” She said, her voice is deep and laced with sleep, I could feel it vibrate from her chest. “Hi…” I said softly. “Are you feeling alright?” She asked shifting her head out of the sun and onto the pillow I occupied. “I’m fine… what exactly are you doing here?” I asked sheepishly. “You don’t remember?” She asked, her brows furrowing. “I’m afraid not.” I mumbled. Larissa took a big inhale of breath through her nose and stretched her long limbs, as she did so the strap of her silky tan nightgown slipped down her shoulder.

“Early this morning, you were screaming. You had a nightmare and I came in to wake you, it was quite terrifying, I thought you wouldn’t wake… but, you asked me to stay.” She said, her reasons seemed valid, it’s easy to believe the nightmare part especially. “I don’t remember it-… wait.” The memory of the nightmare hit me like a bus, I hadn’t realised I’d been screaming in reality. “Yes, yeah I do actually, it was me and you-… it was awful.” I huffed, I extended my hand and pulled up her strap as if were stoping me from focusing. “I apologise, for the noise, particularly things I might have said… what else did I say?” I asked, pulling the braid from behind her shoulder to trace the pattern in her hair, unconsciously not seeing how intimate this is.

“A few things… you asked for me not to leave you, you were worried I was going to die… tell me, how long have you been having these nightmares?” She asked, tucking the hair in my eyes behind my ear, away from my face. “Since you were attacked. I’ve never been able to get the picture out of my head.” I said. “What do you mean? you saw me?” She asked confused. “Who do you think found you Larissa?” I asked looking directly into her eyes. “I took you to the hospital, I stayed with you every night, every morning, every waking moment of every day, I couldn’t bear for you to be or feel alone.” I said slightly ashamed of how invasive it sounds. “You what?” She asked propping herself on her elbow. “I’m sorry… I was just worried sick, I thought that… never mind.” I said sitting up letting the blanket fall down onto my lap as I covered my face with my hands, rubbing my eyes until I could see kaleidoscopic patterns.

A silence filled the air until it was broken by a whisper. “You said something else last night.” I removed my hand and rapidly blinked for my eyes to readjust. “What?” I asked matching her tone. “You said…” she started, sitting up to be face to face with me. “That you love me… Is that true?” She asked with hopeful eyes. “Yes.” I responded without hesitation. “I thought I would never have been able to tell you that… that I love you, that’s why I was so afraid when you were almost taken away from me… I understand that you don’t feel the same but there’s no sense in denying it, because I do, I love you, so much, and I’m constantly in torment when I sleep because I’m so scared you won’t be with me anymore.” I breathed starting to cry.

Larissa had tears rolling down her cheeks before I finished the statement, she didn’t respond with words, but I knew I was wrong by saying she didn’t feel the same when she took my face in her hands and kissed me gently. “I love you.” She whispered on my lips. “I love you.” She said again. “I need you too.” She said with her lips pressed to mine. Her hands traveled into my hair and my own raised to her neck. Everything felt like it was falling into place.

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weemssapphic · 2 months

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 19

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: "Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." - Paul Tournier

words: ~ 1.8k | ao3 link in title

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Watching you with massive, glassy eyes was a creature the likes of which you couldn’t even conjure up in your worst nightmares. Large and grotesque with sickly, gray skin, it stared you down as if you were its next meal. You felt an icy sensation shoot through your veins, completely frozen in place with shock.

This was it, you thought, unable to tear your eyes away from the horrifying figure whose breath was slowly fogging up your passenger side window. I’m going to die here today, and I’ll be lucky if they find my body. Tears began to well up in your eyes, your breathing going shallow as you wondered if there was a way out of the situation. Maybe, if you started the car, you could drive away…

You dropped your phone into your lap and reached for the ignition - the movement caught the monster’s eye and it bared its sharp, uneven teeth at you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, f-

Suddenly, the monster whipped its head around, looking back at something in the woods behind him. You waited with baited breath - until, with a final, curious glance at you, it ran towards the forest, disappearing between dense trees. There was a flash of something red at the tree line, but the rain was still too heavy to make out anything specific - and like hell you were going to stay around and wait for the creature to come back. You were not going to die out here.

Fumbling with the keys for a moment, you turned on the ignition, wasting no time in pressing the gas and barreling towards Jericho in the rain at a speed that would have your mother clutching at the grab handle above the door for dear life.

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Pulling up to the Weathervane, you stuffed your phone into the pocket of your hoodie, pulled your keys from the ignition and dashed through the rain (which had now slowed to a light drizzle) and into the warm coffee shop - anything to get out of your car and be amongst people, anything to make sure you hadn’t gone insane.

You felt like an absolute mess - your heart was pounding, your stomach rolling with a wave of nausea so great you thought you might vomit on the floor of the cafe. Deciding to just buy a bottle of water, you slid into a booth by the window and pulled out your phone, opening Larissa’s contact. You ran a trembling hand through your hair, letting out a shaky breath - what would you tell Larissa? You wanted to talk to her - you had to - but you didn’t want her to worry too much, either - she had enough on her plate.

Someone passed by your table and you glanced up, immediately recognizing the young girl with the dark braids.

“He was attacked.”

“By…?”

“The bear that’s been all over the news.”

“He’s lucky to have gotten away then.”

You recalled the funny looks the teenagers had given each other in the car that night, the way Wednesday had glanced up at Xavier. You should’ve known it wasn’t a bear behind these attacks.

“Hey!”

Wednesday froze - even from behind, you could see her tense up as she realized you were speaking with her. She glanced over her shoulder, her brow furrowing slightly as she took in your clearly rattled appearance.

“You lied.”

She turned fully at that, cocking her head to the side.

“That night. You lied. That wasn’t a fucking bear, was it?” You couldn’t even feel embarrassed at the way your voice rose in pitch as you spoke - you needed answers, and you were certain the girl could give them to you.

With a glance around the Weathervane, Wednesday slid into the booth across from you, slipping her backpack off her shoulders and digging around inside for a thick and very old looking book. She flipped through it, leaving it open to a certain page and sliding it across the table. Another wave of nausea hit you as you saw a sketch that looked exactly like the monster you’d seen. “T-that’s… I was driving here, I saw that… thing… what is that?”

“It’s called a hyde.” She pointed at the text on the page and you leaned in, reading about the creature that transforms as a result of its trauma, unlocked and then controlled by a master.

“Does Larissa know about this?”

“Principal Weems hasn’t told you?”

It was your turn to furrow your brow, a little pit burrowing its way into your stomach. “N-no?”

“Your girlfriend has been keeping secrets.”

“Wednesday, what do you mean by that?”

“Regrettably, it’s taken me weeks to find out what’s behind these attacks. Principal Weems has known this entire time and hasn’t done a thing. All she cares about is protecting Nevermore’s reputation, and her own. She’s been withholding information, she didn’t do a thing to protect Eugene, she covered up Rowan’s murder and lied to Sheriff Galpin about it.”

Your heart had begun to pound once again - certainly Larissa didn’t care more about reputation than about her students, that wasn’t her… Wednesday must have been mistaken. “Who’s Rowan? What happened?” you asked urgently.

“Rowan was attacked by the hyde. Principal Weems shapeshifted into him and pretended he was still alive, even though she knew full well what killed him. She has told you she’s a shapeshifter, hasn’t she?”

You were taken aback by Wednesday’s boldness, your throat going dry as you tried to speak. “Y-yeah… of course she has.”

Wednesday looked at you with a hint of doubt, before leaning across the table towards you and lowering her voice. “Well I haven’t been able to get through to her but maybe you can. Maybe she’ll listen to you. She can’t run away from this forever, we have to stop the hyde. Before it’s too late.”

At a loss for words, all you could do was nod as your mind raced. Wednesday shoved her book in her bag, sliding out of the booth and giving you one final glance before leaving the Weathervane. You looked down at your phone on the table, your own reflection peering back at you through the glass - it made you sick.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the… incidents that have occurred here in Jericho recently.”

“That bear that’s been mauling hikers?”

“Yes. That one. I wouldn’t want to put you in harm’s way by going out into Jericho’s woods at night.”

“It’s just a bear.”

“Please stay safe.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just be careful, alright?”

Your blood began to boil as you recalled all the times Larissa had lied to you, all the times she’d danced around the truth. Wednesday’s words had shaken you to your core - your mind swam with unanswered questions, and you knew you needed to talk to Larissa.

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“Darling, I was wondering when you’d-”

Larissa’s words were cut off by the slamming of her office door behind you. Her brow furrowed as you stormed up to her desk and tossed your bag to the floor, a look of worry crossing her features.

“You’ve been lying to me.” You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice, but judging by the confusion in her gaze as she gently closed her laptop, you were unsuccessful.

“Not that I recall,” she said softly, her lips pulled down into a frown. “What are you talking about?”

The fact that Larissa was lying to you again made you nauseous, stoking your anger. Just over an hour ago you’d been certain you were about to become dinner for some monstrous creature, and now the one person you trusted above everyone else was lying to your face - and apparently not for the first time. “I’m talking about the hyde,” you said, gritting your teeth.

Larissa rolled her eyes, though you could see her shift subtly in her seat. “I take it you’ve run into Wednesday.”

“Yeah, Larissa, I ran into Wednesday. After running into that thing.”

Larissa’s face fell and she shot up from her desk, rounding it and coming to stand in front of you. She placed her hands on your shoulders, ducking her head to get you to look her in the eyes as a hint of panic rose in her voice. “What do you mean ‘running into’ it? What did you see? Are you alright?”

“I saw the hyde. With my own two eyes. So you can stop pretending that it’s just a bear.” You could feel the distant sting of tears at the backs of your eyes, though you were helpless to stop them. “That thing is a monster and you knew and you lied to me about it.”

“I was trying to protect you,” Larissa said with a measured voice, but you could see the fear in her eyes. She tried to cup your cheek but you took a step back, holding her gaze with indignance in your own as you scoffed at her words.

“You know, at least Wednesday had the decency to be honest with me. Wednesday told me you’ve known this whole time and haven’t done a thing.”

You waited for Larissa to deny it, to try to defend herself - instead, she glared down at you, deep blue eyes turning glassy as her cheeks reddened.

“And what does Ms. Addams know of it?” she spat out, her lips curled in disgust.

“She knows that you covered up a murder.”

The shapeshifter’s nostrils flared as she took a step towards you. “I did what I had to do in order to protect my Nevermore family. I’m not doing nothing - I’m doing everything I can to keep my students out of harm’s way and to keep this school up and running. What more do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop keeping secrets from me! I’m not a child you need to protect - I want you to trust me, Larissa!”

“I do trust you!” Larissa snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, turning to pace back and forth in front of her desk.

“No, you’re right, Larissa, I wouldn’t understand,” you spat out, a tear of frustration rolling down your cheek. “Because you won’t talk to me about it. You think you have to deal with everything on your own so instead of letting me in, you lie to me and keep secrets from me. Do you think I wouldn’t get it?”

Larissa spun around, her lip quivering as she stared down at you with a mixture of frustration and exasperation - something else was hidden there, too, though you couldn’t quite place it. “I don’t know!” Her voice was loud and harsh - she’d never raised her voice at you before, though considering how your own voice had been consistently rising in pitch throughout the argument you shouldn’t have been surprised. Still, you took a step back as the force behind her words shocked you.

“Well, have fun figuring it out then,” you replied hoarsely.

With that, you turned on your heel, missing the way that Larissa’s face fell as you stormed out of her office, slamming the door behind you and using your free hand to wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

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zoeysdamn · 1 year

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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.7

Summary: Trying to get as much time with Xavier as you can, you’re getting worried when his nights seem to be as restless as yours. Wednesday’s surprise birthday party has to be cut short, but the evening she’s suggesting to make up for it can’t go wrong, right? Right?

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, slight description of panic attack

A/N: the timeline is absolutely CHAOTIC, there’s a lot of fast forwards in here, you’ve been warned for the bullshit

[Masterlist] [Part.1] [Part.2] [Part.3] [Part.4] [Part.5] [Part.6]

Bend over the toilets, you were spurting flowers and blood for the past five minutes. Throat raw and burning with the flow of petals, you almost choked to death twice already. Tears escaped from your eyes and you tried your best to breathe through your nose but it felt like your whole body didn’t want to respond anymore, weakened by every gurgling. Even the hand rubbing soothing circles on your back couldn’t do much to help. Though you appreciated it. You gladly accepted the tissue handed to you at the last bloodied flower spit.

“Thank you,” you mumbled weakly.

“Are you okay?” asked the soft voice of a distraught Enid. “This was a pretty bad fit.”

The only thing you could do was nod, while your roommate continued to rub your back while kneeling beside you. Classes had already started, but she would not leave you for the world; for that, you were eternally grateful.

Telling Enid about your condition hadn’t been a pleasant discussion. Just after Wednesday’s father had been released from custody and the parents’ weekend had come to an end, you had asked Enid to find you in your room to talk about something important. As usual, your roommate had waltzed in with her characteristic gleeful smile; but as soon as she had caught sight of your solemn expression, she had known something was wrong. The moment the words “I’m sick” had left your mouth, Enid hadn’t been able to refrain her tears. You hadn’t told her the whole story, only about the flowers and the irreversible effects it had on your health. She already knew that you were in love with Xavier, if you had told her that those unreturned feelings were the cause of this, she would tear Xavier into shreds.

Managing to get yourself up and to the sinks with the help of the blonde werewolf, you rinsed your mouth the best you could. Some of the sticky red liquid was still stuck in your throat and you gurgled on it.

Enid’s anxiety beside you was practically palpable. “Do you want me to get Xavier here?” she offered, unsure of what to do to help you.

You shook your head, whipping your mouth clean, “No…no need to call him, I-I’m think I’ll be good enough to go to class in like…10 minutes, okay?”

She winced but didn’t push it further, knowing that it would be useless. Given your condition, Principal Weems had granted you with an unexpected gift, one of her indulgence. She knew you needed support from your close ones, help even. Knowing your history with Xavier, and Enid being your roommate, she allowed them to quit their classes along with you when it was necessary. And if she knew about you slipping in Xavier’s room every night – which she probably did, – no one had told you anything.

“There’s no rush okay,” assured Enid, linking her arm with yours for support, “I’m sure Mrs.Thornhill would understand.”

Again you refused, “No, no I’m going…class will do me some good.”

In the same way she had granted Xavier and Enid some liberties to help you through this difficult times, Weems had relieved you of your obligation to attend classes. Given this was probably your last weeks alive, she said that she understood if you didn’t want to spare you now very limited time trapped in classrooms. But you didn’t use that privilege as much as Weems had thought. Truth is, being in class keeps your mind busy. You were always trying to keep your mind out of the plaguing thought of your upcoming death, no matter how much hope Xavier gave you. That’s why you casually asked Enid to talk about the secret birthday party she was planning for Wednesday on your way to your classes.

“Oooh you’ll see it’s gonna be so great!” squealed Enid, glad to be able to alleviate your troubles doing what she did best – gossiping. “I got everything covered, cake, decorations, music - although not my usual playlist y’know. It’ll be awesome!!”

At first Enid hadn’t been so sure on telling you about this surprise party. She had came up with that plan around the time you had told her about your disease; ever since she had been hesitant. Enid didn’t want to rub a joyous occasion - especially concerning Wednesday - on your face while you were dying. But she wasn’t as subtle as she wanted to be, and Ajax had a loud mouth; he may or may not have accidentally spilled the beans to you. You had reassured Enid, telling her that on the contrary, this party might lift your spirits and that you would be happy to be here.

“Do you need me to do anything?” you asked.

“No worries, the only thing you need to do is to come! Maybe some of your potions for hangovers might be nice though,” she giggled knowingly. “Yoko’s gonna mix some drinks!”

Her eternal optimistic personality made you laugh.

Later that day, you were laying next to Xavier in his bed like you got used to for the past week. He was sleeping on his back, a hand always on your hair or on your hip while your smaller form was curled on his side. Even if your lungs still hurt, the nights with Xavier were usually calm, only with occasional nightmares or raw coughing fits. You still drank weed killer every night before going to sleep to prevent it; Xavier didn’t know about that, you knew he would beg you to stop drinking this poison otherwise.

The night was calm, your breathing relaxed for once and hand next to your head on Xavier’s chest. He had one of his arms around your waist, tucking you closer.

All of a sudden a shake rose you from your sleep; not instantly, it was more like a series of erratic movements tugged you from the limbo of sleep, grasping from the borders of consciousness. The more you awoke, the more you became aware of the whimpers coming with the tossing. Groggily opening your eyes, they widened when you realized what was the cause of all of this. Xavier was tossing and turning, gripping on the bedsheets for his dear life while whimpering incoherent words. Some of his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyebrows furrowed in a silent expression of horror. Jumping to your knees you immediately reached for his hand, trying to give him some physical contact to hold on to within his current nightmare.

“Xavier!” you called out, trying to get him out of his infernal trance, “Xav, can you hear me?”

He didn’t seem to hear you, still thrashing around, faintly pleading for whatever he was dreaming of to stop. His taunting looked so dreadful, panicked worry formed in your stomach.

You cradled his face with both of your hands this time, calling him again. “Xav, it’s me please wake up. Xavier!”

His eyes shot wide open at your last call, frantically searching for something in fear. You felt Xavier’s whole body trembling under you with his erratic breathing, sweating like he just had the fright of his life. You gave his face a light squeeze to help him focus on you.

“Hey,” you called softly and he jumped a little to your voice, “hey it’s fine, it’s over okay?”

Xavier pant, clumsily grabbing you hand cradling his face, like to make sure you were real. “Y/N…you’re here?...”

“Yes I’m here,” you soothed him, brushing away the few tears that had escaped from his eyes with your thumbs, “It was just a nightmare, you’re okay now.”

Even if his eyes were still slightly panicked, his ragged breathing gradually slowed down as he recognized where he was. His mind seemed to slowly reconnect and his body to calm down, but his hands were still shaking. Noticing it, you caressed his face in an attempt to calm him further.

“You’re okay?” you whispered.

Xavier gulped slowly, “I- yeah…yeah ‘t was just a nightmare…”

Nodding silently, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something else. “Wanna talk about it?” you offered, still whispering.

At first, he shrugged, trying to brush it away. But then, his eyes were clouded by tears again, brought up by the overwhelming emotions his body couldn’t control. Xavier’s lower lip started to tremble.

“It’s just- it’s just visions I’ve had for a while…”

“Visions?” you frowned slightly, “what about?”

Letting out a small whine Xavier bit his lips, hesitant to tell you; or afraid to.

“It’s…the monster that’s killing people, I- I think it’s what I see.”

Your eyes widened at his words, “The monster? You’re sure?”. He nodded weakly and you let out a ragged breath, “But why?”

“I don’t know,” he let out with a broken sob, “It’s been taunting me in those visions for days now, I-I-I can’t get it out of my mind!”

Instinctively bending closer to him you squeezed his cheeks lightly to ground him and avoid another panic attack, “Shhh it’s okay, it’s okay you’re fine, you’re in your room, everything’s fine,” you soothed him.

“It’s always here Y/N,” sobbed Xavier, “every time I close my eyes I see it…it’s plaguing my fucking mind.”

His distress made your heart clench, even more, when you didn’t know what to do to help him. The only thing you could do was to keep caressing his face to keep him grounded and for him to know that you were with him. Xavier’s sobs gradually tuned down, and so did the fright from his visions. It gave you enough time to connect the dots; he hadn’t said much, but you knew him like the back of your hand. When visions became too insistent, even just for a day or two, Xavier let out of the pressure they had built within him by painting. He was always one to draw a lot, but those fixations could be borderline crazy, but they never last more than a couple of days. And before the eventful night of the Rave’n, he had spent a lot of time in his art shed.

“Do you see something else in those visions?” you tried to push gently.

He shook his head frantically, and you knew he wouldn’t say anything more. You had never seen Xavier in such an emotional wreck, not even after some of his toughest fights with his dad. And seeing him like that broke your heart even more than before.

Feeling lost and helpless, you couldn’t think of any words that could somehow help him. So you did the only thing you could possibly think of; you leaned in slowly, and without really thinking about it you kissed Xavier. At first he didn’t react and you were afraid that he would reject you like last time. But as you were about to pull away with bitter regret, his lips moved back against yours and a weight lifted from your heart.

The way he kissed you back made your head feel light, mouths pushing and moving again one another lazily like you had all the time in the world. One of Xavier’s calloused hands came on the back of your neck, caressing the base of your neck gently, pushing your mouth further down on his. You let out a small moan at this, opening your lips for him to slip his tongue in your mouth. The contact of his tongue around yours made you press your body flush against his, laying almost completely on top of him. Xavier let out a soft groan, muffled by your kiss as your hand came from his cheek to his shirt, gripping it tightly. When air came to miss eventually, you pulled away a few inches from his full lips; Xavier leaned his face up in the same motion, stealing one last peck on yours.

Slowly opening your eyes, you met his glossy gaze.

“Sorry I really wanted to do this,” you whispered.

Xavier gave you a lazy smirk, “Don’t be, I kinda wanted to do this too. Definitely helped to ground me though.”

You chuckled and hid your face in his shoulder to hide the blush on your cheeks. Your embarrassment made him laugh slightly and the sound made you feel lighter. Xavier wrapped his arms around you, holding you close which you absolutely didn’t complain to. The both of you needed each other, now more than ever. With that thought, you tried to feel more hopeful as you tried to sleep again. It could work, you were certain of it.

Very much to Enid’s grief, the surprise party for Wednesday’s birthday was cut short. Everything had been planned perfectly though; Ajax, Xavier and you had managed to bring everything needed to the old crypt in the woods while Enid distracted your goth roommate. None of you knew what she could have told her to bring Wednesday to the place, but the surprise sure worked; the shadow of a smile might even have crept its way to her face.

But then she had touched a wall and fell into a sort of vision trance; that certainly ruined the mood.

The next day, you were on your way to your room, a small box in your hands. Even if you were spending more and more nights in Xavier’s room you slept at least once a week in your own room. Enid had whined about the failed birthday party all day long, frustrated by the turn it had taken. So you had made a detour to the school’s cooking workshops to bake three little cupcakes with black and white icing. Weakening powers or not, you still knew a thing or two about baking, and maybe you could still have a small birthday party for Wednesday. Ever since the hospital, your roommate seemed to soften a little to you – not that Wednesday would ever admit that. Her discretion about your condition was truly appreciated. Knowing her and her habit of unraveling truths, you would have thought that she would have spilled the beans to either Xavier or Enid, or even Weems. You were glad she didn’t and respected your wishes.

Pushing the door open with your hip, you were welcomed by excited screams from Enid.

“Y/N guess what!” she clapped excitedly, “Wednesday suggested we’d do a girls night out to make up for her birthday! Isn’t that cool?”

You lift a surprised eyebrow to the Addams, who only slightly shrugged in response.

“Well, we’re synchro today,” you grinned, holding the box up, “I’ve come bearing gifts.”

Enid sneaked behind you to catch a glimpse of the mysterious box as you put in on Wednesday’s desk and motionned her to open it.

“Oh my God, birthday cupcakes!” squealed Enid, “You’re the best!”

“They’re extra dark chocolate red velvet,” you said. At Wednesday’s surprised expression you explained, “I asked Thing for advice on your favorite flavor.”

“That was very considerate of you,” she observed sharply, “I guess I should thank you then.”

You offered her a small smile in return and you all dug into the box to grab a cupcake.

“Cheers!” smiled Enid before taking a bite, eliciting a moan from her, “Oh my god what do you put in these to taste so good?”

Wednesday let out an appreciative humm, “They are highly acceptable.”

“Wow, that much?” you laughed. “That makes me think, I have something else for you…here, happy birthday,” you said, retrieving a small box wrapped in black paper.

“Present time!” cheered Enid, jumping to her side of the room to grab hers.

Wednesday meticulously unwrapped the paper, revealing five small bottles filled with dark purple liquid.

“I hope this is poison,” she said flatly.

“Nope,” you laughed slightly, “even better. This is the silencing spell I’ve been using to tune down Enid’s music all the time. Figured out how to synthesize it in a potion, so I thought you’d appreciate it.”

The faintest of smiles stretched Wednesday’s lips, “If I had the physical ability to experience romantic feelings, I’d ask you to marry me, witch.”

You scoffed, “Wednesday Addams, you sure know how to seduce someone. The potion will not make the sounds mute, but will have a deafening effect on you. You’ll be soundproofed for an hour.”

“Fantastic.”

Enid waltzed to your pair, holding a colored package to Wednesday.

“Here you go roomie! Happy birthday!”

As she unveiled the package, Wednesday gradually frowned. “What is…that?” she asked perplexedly, holding up a black woolen scarf between her fingers.

“It’s a snood!” smiled Enid. “And look, we’ve got matching ones!”

Enid pulled a colorful matching piece around her neck proudly. At the mortified look on Wednesday’s face you let out a snort.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I made you a matching one!” she winked, handing you a similar one knitted in your favorite colors. “It’s a roommate’s thing now!”

The “snood” was horrendous but the sweet gesture touched you, so you took it wholeheartedly.

“We can all wear it tonight in Jericho!”

The werewolf’s words made you frown a little, “I, uh, I’m not sure I'm coming Enid.”

“Of course you are,” she insisted, “it’ll be good for you!”

“Look Enid, I’m glad you’re having this girls night-out for Wednesday’s birthday but I don’t think I’m in a good enough state to go with you,” you said in a sorry tone.

“You should come,” quipped Wednesday in her usual flat tone, surprising both you and Enid, “you’ll be a great asset.”

If your eyebrows rose in surprise, Enid clapped in delight, “Aww, Wednesday wants all of us to be there! C’mon Y/N, for her birthday? If you’re not feeling well we’ll go easy okay?”

You pondered her words for a moment. Sure, your condition wasn’t really improving, but it had no serious setbacks for the past two days thanks to the potions you drank and the relatively calm atmosphere. You still coughed a lot of petals, but you had seen worse. Plus, Xavier had mentioned to you that he needed to spend a few hours in his art shed tonight, given it was the day of the week you weren’t spending the night in his room; basically you had nothing better to do.

“Fine,” you finally conceded, “but if it’s too much for me, I’m returning to Nevermore, okay?”

Both of your roommates nodded their heads in agreement. This would be a fun night.

Turned out half an hour later that it was definitely not a fun night.

First, the Uber who was supposed to take you to Jericho turned out to be Tyler fucking Galpin and you almost aborted the mission on the spot at the sight of him. The sole face of this guy got under your skin and if it hadn’t been for the sake of Wednesday’s insistence you would have gone back to your room. When you all arrived at the creepy and very much abandoned house, you thought that maybe you should have.

Tyler cursed loudly as he unsuccessfully tried to open the door. He and Enid started to bicker about this and you rolled your eyes at their antics. The faint shudder in your backpocket made you pull out your phone, checking your incoming text.

Xav: ur up? how r u feeling?

The way he worried about you and made sure to check on you even when you had different plans brought a smile on your face. You quickly texted him back that you were okay, while Enid tore the lock apart with her claws, allowing your lot to go in.

“Y/N come on,” called out the werewolf as Wednesday lost no time hurrying inside.

Lifting your head up you saw that you were far behind them, “Yeah, I’ll be here in a second.”

Before catching up with the rest of the group, you quickly texted back Xavier, informing you of where you were. They could call you paranoid all they want, but something felt wrong with this place.

“Tyler, Y/N, scout the ground floor,” ordered Wednesday, “Enid and I will cover the upper floor.”

“What are we supposed to look for anyway?” you asked, a flashlight previously handed to you in hand.

“Anything looking suspicious about the Gates family.”

Enid scoffed, more terrified than amused, “This whole house is looking suspicious! Can’t we go now?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes and made her way to the stairs promptly, quickly followed by a whining Enid. An awkward silence took place and you could cut the uneasy tension emanating from Tyler. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Let’s split up,” you said, scanning around your flashlight.

“What?” he stuttered in panic, “but-but shouldn’t we stick together? Y’know, like…like in horror movies?!”

A long sigh left your lips and you turned sharply in Tyler’s direction, “Listen Galpin, I don’t like you, I don’t want to be here with you, I barely even tolerate you. So don’t become all whiny all at once, Wednesday might actually like that.”

He choked on his own breath, taken aback by your words, “Look I-I-I don’t know what I’ve ever done to you, but I’m sorry okay?”

You scoffed loudly, a bitter laugh escaping your throat, “You’re sorry? No, I can assure you that you’re not. You enjoyed every punch you gave to Xavier.”

“Thorpe?” he frowned, “wait it’s about him? Come on, it’s been like two years ago and–”

“And now you’re no longer a jerk?” you snapped at him bitterly. “Save it, your sorry face won’t change the fact that you’re a fucking bully. I’m not trusting you,” you spat.

This time, it was his turn to scoff in disbelief, “I’ve paid for it okay? Why do you care anyway, you guys dating or something?”

The death glare you gave him was enough to make him shut up.

“I’m taking the rooms on the left,” you groaned. “We rally in ten minutes.”

Before Tyler could add something, you hurried to the adjacent room. You didn’t know what you were looking for, you just wanted to put some distance between you and Tyler. The fucking nerve this guy had! Acting all innocent while he had beat up Xavier to a bloody pulp with his friends for fun. A fucking prick, that’s what he was!

A sharp pain rose in your chest at the memory of the bloody face of Xavier, all bruised when he had come back from the Outreach day two years ago. Petals spilled out of your lips, coming out covered in blood. Harsh coughs rocked your body while you tried to tune them down and let flowers fall on the dusted floor. Light flickering from bookshelves to chests of drawers, you tried the hardest to ignore the dreadful clench on your heart squeezing your lungs. The taste of blood filled your mouth, as did flowers. Nothing looked useful in this room, so you went for the next one, apparently joining a kind of workshop room.

Another cough rasped the column of your throat, racking its insides like the flowers fighting their way out of it were made of sandpaper. The stifling sensation made your head feel light and spinning. Bracing yourself against one of the walls for support, you paused a moment to catch your breath. In your discomfort, you failed to notice the gurgling sounds and racking of nails on the floor coming from behind you. Sinister hisses reached your ears a second too late. you whipped around to the dreadful noises, only to face a tall, menacing dark and bony figure with claws glistening in the moonlight. The flashlight you held lit its face for a second, revealing two globulous mad eyes and sharp teeths in a grotesque mouth.

The gut-wrenching scream that escaped your flower-clattered lungs didn’t stop its claws to lunge in your direction. The moment after, everything went black.

Panicked calls of your name and hands shaking your shoulder roused you from the depths of unconsciousness. Fluttering your eyes open came with a great pain crashing into you as your body seemed to remember where you were. A hot blazing pain erupted from your hips and upper thigh and you let out a strangled moan.

“Y/N! Can you hear us, please say something!”

Rolling your head on the side to see who was calling you, your eyes met the distressed faces of Xavier and a crying Enid. Between two coughs, croaked Xavier’s name.

“I’m here sweetheart,” he soothed you, his hand gripping one of yours as he helped you to move to a seated position against the wall, “it’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Oh my god she’s bleeding,” whimpered Enid, pointing at your left side.

You looked down to where she was referring to, still a bit groggy. The side of your hips and of your thigh was bleeding profusely, shreds of your jeans and shirt dandling covered in blood. A weak whine escaped your lips.

Xavier examined your wounds carefully, eyebrows knitted and trying his best to not panic.

“It doesn't look too deep,” he said trying to sound reassuring, but the tremor in his voice failed to hide his dread. “We’re going to help you stand, do you think you can handle that, love?”

Mind fogged by the excruciating pain from your side and your chest, still aching, you nodded slowly. Enid came to your other side as Xavier carefully put one of your arms around his shoulders. They helped you get up clumsily, and the very moment your feet touched the ground and the weight of your left side was put on them you cursed loudly.

“What the fuck happened?” you mumbled through gritted teeth. Your mind was less and less foggy but you still couldn’t remember a single thing after the horrendous face of the monster flashed before you.

“We…we heard you scream,” sobbed Enid, “and then- then the monster came upstairs and we r-ran.”

You looked up to Xavier, thinking about how he ended up here before remembering the text you had sent him earlier. He must have come here to check on you, and come across Enid or Wednesday. Speaking about your goth roommate, you finally managed to locate her in the room, kneeling next to Tyler. He too, seemed to have been injured judging by the claw marks on his chest.

“Did any of you see the monster?” asked Wednesday, “Where did it go??”

Groaning in pain you slumped against Xavier, unable to stand on your own, “Briefly,” you mumbled, “I don’t remember much, must’ve passed out because of the flowers before he touched me, or else it’d be much worse.”

Sensing you sagging more and more against his shoulder because of your weakened state, Xavier decided that this was enough.

“We need to get out of here,” he said, looking around for the exit door.

Enid started to panic, “What? With the monster out here? Are you crazy??”

You coughed roughly, more flowers coming out from your lungs. The high stress this whole mess put you under wasn’t good for your condition. “There’s no fucking way I’m staying here,” you rasped.

On his spot Tyler slowly got up, wincing at every move of his injured chest. Between that, the insistent or pleading looks from Xavier and Enid, Wednesday sighed in resignation, “Alright. They both need medical attention, and the monster is probably long gone by now.”

“My home isn’t that far,” said Tyler with another wince, “let’s get there, it’s closer than Nevermore.”

Despite none of you being really keen on the idea of going to the sheriff’s house, you were short on choices. So you all exited the abandoned house and followed Tyler in the night.

A few minutes later, the odd lot of you found yourselves sitting in sheriff Galpin’s kitchen, a first-aid kit opened on the table. Enid was pacing nervously, biting her manicured nails while Wednesday attended to Tyler’s injury silently. You were sitting on the edge of a table the best you could without hurting yourself, waiting for Xavier to come back with the stitching kit Tyler had mentioned earlier. The room was filled with heavy silence, no one daring to address anything about the elephant in the room. Xavier came back, thread and surgical needle in hand; without giving any other a single glance, he came by your side and grabbed some compresses and dabbed them in alcohol. Glancing up to you, his soft doe eyes met yours.

“I have to disinfect it,” he whispered softly, “is that okay if I…”

At his awkward motion at your shirt, you nodded slowly and rolled up the shredded hem of your shirt to your ribcage. At the same time Xavier carefully tugged down your jeans, just enough to expose your wound. On any other occasion this would have been a more sensual gesture, but the sharp outburst of pain it caused reminded you that it was definitely not. The red, angry and bloody flesh was definitely not a sexy sight. Xavier’s eyes flickered back to yours.

“This gonna sting a little,” he excused in a hushed tone.

Face paler than usual you nodded, “It’s okay,” you breathed weakly, “go on.”

The first dabbing of the compress on your abused skin made you let out a sharp hiss that you immediately muffled with your hand. Xavier's unused hand grabbed your other one, thumb drawing soothing circles on your skin to try to ease the pain a little. As he continued to dab on your flesh, you gripped hard on his hand to try to not cry. The pain in your chest was almost more bearable. When Xavier finally finished disinfecting the injured area, you let out a ragged breath, glad this was over. Yet, you knew that the worse was to come.

Xavier grabbed the tread and stitch-needle and maneuvered himself to get the most of the light on the wound, to have a clear spot on where he would have to work. Doing so he ended up standing in front of you between your legs, needle ready to stitch you up.

There was no one except Xavier who would have been allowed to do so, even if it was to tend your wounds. Growing together also meant that you had to encounter wounds and injuries resulting from your mischiefs, this was definitely not the first time one of you had to tend to the other’s wounds. At some point, the maids of the Thorpe household had been so fed up with your pair coming asking for band aids and calls to the doctors they had taught you the basics to dress an injury. So even if his hands were slightly trembling, you trusted Xavier.

His eyes flickered to yours, silently asking if you were ready; you nodded and inhaled sharply. When the needle pierced your skin you wailed on the fisted hand in your mouth. Xavier stopped momentarily, cradling your neck to gently bring you closer. You buried your face in his shoulder, gripping his shirt with your other hand. Xavier whispered shushing sounds in your ear, like it could ease the raging pain on your side. After a few seconds of rest he let go of your neck and got back to work. The quicker he’d start to stitch you up, the sooner it’d be over. The first stitches made you whine loudly, the sound muffled on his shoulder as he tried to work carefully. He continued on the remaining of the stitches in a dreadful silence, only broke occasionally by the weak whimpers you couldn’t hold back as your tears dampened his shirt.

After what felt like an eternity, Xavier cut off the thread and circled his arm around your slumping shoulders.

“It’s over,” he whispered, “it’s all done sweetheart you’ve been very brave.”

The whole area of the wound felt numb now, but the faintest twitch of nerves would arouse the pain in the blink of an eye. Xavier pressed the softest kiss on your forehead.

“You’re safe,” he reassured in a breath, “it’s okay now.”

With ragged breath, you slowly let go of the grip you had on his shirt, “Thank you,” you mumbled, “for being here.”

You felt him smile against your forehead. “Always, sweetheart. I’ll always be here”

From her spot Wednesday rolled her eyes.

“If we can cut off this unnecessary sickening display of affection, it’ll make the air more breathable.”

Her words made Xavier whip around in her direction, the previous softness in his eyes replaced by a furious stare.

“What the fuck was that Wednesday?” he spat angrily. “What did you expect to find in there, uh? Bringing all of them in that abandoned house and thinking that it was without danger?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Curious you speak about danger Xavier, when there was no evident sign of it in that house until you showed up.”

This time, it was Enid’s time to scoff loudly, “No evident sign?” she repeated almost hysterically, “this house was fucking creepy from the beginning, and Y/N and Tyler got injured!”

“You put everyone at risk!” carried on Xavier ragefully, “and for what? To prove that you’re right?”

Feebly grasping his sleeve, you tried to calm him down. “Xav, please…”. You were so tired, you just wanted to go to sleep. But he ignored you and kept his angry gaze locked on an unimpressed Wednesday.

She only shrugged, “I’ll make my point eventually. Thought it’s ironic of you to be the one to speak about foolishly putting someone’s life at stake.”

Her words pulled the angering tension on hold, surprising everyone in the room. Xavier frowned deeply, not getting what she meant, while Enid and Tyler exchanged dumbfounded looks. You, on the other hand, started to slowly register the hidden meaning behind her words and your eyes widened. She couldn’t…she wouldn’t, right?

“I’m not putting anyone’s life in danger,” seethed Xavier.

“Really?” Wednesday scoffed, “why aren’t you asking the very person you’re threatening right now?”

“What?” said Enid, “that doesn’t make sense!”

“Wednesday don’t,” you whispered faintly, but you knew she had heard you.

“You’re fucking delusional, I’m not a monster,” snapped Xavier angrily.

“No?” said Wednesday, tilting her head to the side. “Yet how convenient it is for you to show up just after the monster’s attack tonight. I wonder how you knew where to find us.”

Xavier threw his hands in the air, exasperated by the Addams’ infuriating behavior.

“Because Y/N texted me where you were! I was worried so I came to check on her, okay?”

Wednesday’s eyebrow rose slightly, unimpressed. “So it was guilt, wasn't it?”

“Wednesday,” you warned a little bit louder. She ignored you again.

“Another proof of your murderous dispositions.”

“For FUCK’S SAKE,” exploded Xavier, “I’m not a murderer!”

Wednesday jumped on her feet, boring deep into Xavier’s brown one in defiance.

“Then why is Y/N dying because of you?”

In an instant, the world froze around you. The whole room fell silent and in the blink of an eye, everything that you had ever built crumbled to ashes. Every pair of eyes in the room gradually from Wednesday, to Xavier, and eventually to you. The weight of their stares was nothing compared to the utter look of shock and betrayal, tainted in doubt, that Xavier gave you as he slowly turned to you.

Wednesday was many things, and you were willing to call her a cold-hearted bitch. But she was no liar; and Xavier knew that. That’s why…that’s why even if he couldn’t believe what she said, it somehow was true.

“What are you talking about?” mumbled Xavier, his anger fading away as the doubt sank into him.

“You’re the reason why Y/N is in her current condition,” explained Wednesday flatly like she hadn’t realized she had just dropped a bomb, “It’s your fault if she’s sick.”

“Wednesday STOP,” you snapped. The sharpness of your tone couldn’t hide the tremors in your voice.

As if on cue, a cough erupted in your throat and flowers escaped your lips, falling on the ground bloody and torn apart. The violent fit rocked your body and the pain emanating from your hips erupted under its pressure. You clamped a hand over your mouth, feeling blood starting to run down your lips. You started to feel lightheaded, when hands came to gently cradle your shoulders. Tentatively looking up with teary eyes from coughing, you met the worried gaze of Xavier. His eyes, so big and so soft, were filled with worry and fear. They searched for confirmation, or denial, anything. For an answer from you.

“Is it true?” he whispered feebly.

You shook your head, but deep down you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him again, “I didn’t want you to find out,” you whispered back, ignoring the other people in the room looking at the both of you in confusion. “I’m sorry.”

A loud bang at the entrance cut him from saying anything back, and a very angry man tumbled into the room.

“What the fuck is going on here?” roared Sheriff Galpin.

As soon as you returned to Nevermore, Xavier led you to the infirmary. To say that the trip back to school was awkward was the statement of the year. None of you had talked, Enid walking on the front gripping her own arms wrapped around her. Xavier and you were behind her, walking at a slower pace due to your injury and your arm draped over Xavier’s shoulders for support. Far behind, Wednesday casually followed like nothing happened. None of you exchanged a word, not even once the school’s gates crossed. Secretly you were glad that you wouldn’t spend the night in the dorm; this night was definitely not done with heavy and awkward tension. And if you stayed another minute with Wednesday, you might actually murder her, no matter how ill you were.

There was no one in the infirmary at this hour so Xavier had to rummage to the drawers for a little bit before managing to find clean bandages. Sitting on a bed with your head hanging low, you didn’t dare to look at him. How could you look at him when you had hid the truth to him all along? The dip of the mattress next to you didn’t make you react either.

“Hey,” Xavier whispered softly, “we need to wrap your stitches. Are you okay with this?”

Unable to answer verbally, you nodded and presented your injured side to him, lifting your shirt. His calloused hands brushed over your skin delicately while wrapping the gauze around your lower stomach. As he dressed the wound, only the clicks of scissors and sounds of adhesive bandages being ripped filled the room. Once the dressing was done, Xavier put what was left of the supplies on a bed table.

“Xav,” you gasped weakly, “I-”

Before you could continue, Xavier put a hand on your shoulder, gently laying you down on the bed, “Shhh,” he whispered, “you need to rest now.”

Lips wobbling, you felt your eyes fill up with tears once again, “No I-...I really need to say something…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner”

Xavier grabbed one of your hands, holding it tightly, “Tell me now,” he breathed out, “please.”

You gulped slowly, knowing there would be no turnbacks of this. “I- my sickness…it’s called Hanahaki disease…it’s a very old condition not many people know about…”

Xavier nodded in understanding, silently encouraging you to continue. Licking your lips, you went on, “It’s making flowers grow in my lungs,” you said even though he already knew about that part, “it’s triggered by…by the acknowledgement of…,” you gulped, “of one-sided love.”

Xavier’s grip on your hand faltered suddenly. Mouth hanging open he could only stare at you with wide eyes and tears at their corners.

“You…you’re sick…you’re dying because of me?...” he stuttered, frozen in shock.

Trying to shake your head to reassure him, only a raw cough answered him. His left hand immediately went to your cheek, caressing it in the hope of bringing you some comfort.

“It’s not your fault,” you wheezed between coughs, “you couldn’t know.”

“Of course I could have known! I should have known,” he said, his voice breaking into a sob. “It’s my fault if you’re laying here and coughing flowers, fuck.”

His sobs made your heart crumble in your chest. How much were you going to destroy each other with your feelings?

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he pleaded in a whisper, hot tears falling down his cheeks.

Trying to form a sorry smile, you nuzzled your cheek closer to his palm. “Because you deserve to choose.”

“What if I choose you?” he replied immediately in a whisper.

Your eyes widened at his confession, heart swelling suddenly.

“I don’t want you to force feelings down on you for my sake,” you begged in a tired voice.

Xavier choked on his own breath, horrified by your words. “You deserve everything Y/N,” he breathed shakily, “and- and I don’t have to force anything to love you.”

Throat tight with emotions, you blinked away a few tears. “You love me?” you whispered faintly.

Despite his own tears, Xavier smiled softly at you. Petals and blood were still coating the corner of your lips, dark circles underlined your puffy eyes, but you were the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes. Because right now, there was only you.

“Yes sweetheart,” he whispered back, “I love you.”

His face lowered onto yours and gently, so very gently, your lips met. It was soft and sweet, and even with the salty taste of tears there wasn’t a place you’d rather be at that moment. This was it, this was right. It felt right. Your whole body felt lighter, like something got off your chest and you felt yourself smile into the kiss.

Slightly pulling away, Xavier lazily smiled at you.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize this,” he whispered softly.

Brushing your hands on his cheeks you smiled faintly. “What made you realize that?”

He chuckled awkwardly, “I guess…it took a little longer than I thought to wrap my mind around the fact that I’ve loved you more than a friend…maybe I’ve never thought about you and me being in love before because I didn’t need to, you were already there for me.”

Pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles, a flash of regret came through his eyes, “It wasn’t fair of me to think that if denial was enough for me, it was for you too…I’m sorry I’ve ignored your feelings for all those years.”

“Hey,” you called out softly, “it’s okay now. I wasn’t fair either, I…to be honest, I thought that you were faking your feelings as a last wish for poor little me.”

He shook his head, leaning closer to you again. “Never,” he breathed against your lips, “I love you Y/N, and that’s the truest thing I’m sure of right now.”

Once again, his lips found yours in the utter sweetness. The delicious feeling lasted for blissful seconds, until a sharp pain erupted from your lungs, making you choke on the kiss in a dreadful way. Before you could even think about pulling away from Xavier’s lips, petals escaped from yours with a gurgling sound. Xavier immediately broke the kiss, allowing the bloodied petals to spurt free in droplets of blood.

“Y/N!” he called in horror, “Y/N, what’s happening?”

More flowers escaped your burning throat and you clawed at it desperately, pathetically trying to get some air. Realizing what you were trying to do, Xavier hurriedly rolled you on your good side and patted your back, helping you to spit out the remaining flowers. When he heard your loud gasp, he put you on your back once again. Breathing heavily, you brought your fingers to your nose, gasping at the blood coating them when you glanced again.

“Why…why am I still sick?” you mumbled in disbelief.

Xavier’s face showed equal worry, “Maybe it’s just the flowers getting out once and for all?”

Shaking your head negatively you retorted, “No…I can still feel them in my chest…fuck.”

And then you broke into tears. Xavier loved you, he had confessed his true, pure feelings so…why did the disease not disappear? Unable to know what to say to comfort you, Xavier immediately gathered you in his arms into a tight hug. Little did you know, tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, too. This time, you truly felt helpless. Maybe Xavier’s love wasn’t enough, like aunt Cordelia had predicted? Suddenly, it clicked in your mind.

“The visions,” you breathed out.

“What?” he mumbled.

Pulling away from the hug you looked at Xavier, gripping on his arms.

“It’s because of the visions,” you said with a trembling voice, “the ones you have about the monster, that plagues your sleep.”

A veil of uneasiness draped over his face, “What of them?”

Licking your lips, you carefully continued, “You told me they’re plaguing your mind, and- and tormenting you to the point you can’t get it out of your mind, right?”

He nodded silently.

“I’ve seen the monster,” you let out with a ragged breath, “I’ve seen the darkness it held…if you’re seeing it every day…Xav I think it’s plaguing your mind too.”

Xavier frowned lightly, “So you think I’m the monster too?”

“No!” you said hurriedly, “no, never. But I think those twisted visions are obscuring your heart…and it doesn’t leave enough space for me.”

“What?” he exclaimed in a whisper, “No, no I love you, you know that!”

You tried to smile at him, but didn’t succeed in the slightest, “I know,” you sobbed, “but the disease has spread too far now…I don’t think it’s enough to cure me…”

Tears spilling from his eyes, Xavier looked like a broken man.

“So what can we do? I can’t- I can’t lose you Y/N.”

“I know,” you said, this time being the one to hug him, “the only thing we can do now is to hope that the monster’s identity will be discovered…and that it’ll be taken down quickly to free you of those visions.”

In lack of a better explanation, Xavier could only nod, heart feeling heavy. He would do anything to try to stop or at least contain those visions if that could save you. While laying down with you in his arms on the infirmary’s bed that night, he only prayed that he wouldn’t lose his mind before he could achieve that.

For the next two days, you were assigned to the infirmary bed to give enough time for your wound on the hip to heal. You had a visit from Enid, who had bitterly explained how she had fled out from the room to avoid Wednesday, staying at Yoko’s instead. She had enough of the Addams’ dangerous antics, and the outing at the Gates mansion had been the last straw. Even if seeing her this upset saddened you, you couldn’t deny that you were furious against Wednesday too. Spilling out the beans like that had led Xavier to confess, but she still had no right to spill your secret like that.

Speaking of Xavier he spent all of his time with you, completely ignoring his classes. Sometimes when you felt strong enough he helped you walk to the quad to get some fresh air and see some of your friends. Enid and him had swore they hadn’t told a soul about the true nature of your condition, but everyone could see that you were sick – badly sick. The pity wasn’t necessary, but it felt good to see those you cared about the most you could.

At the end of the third day you were allowed to move out of the infirmary to go back to your room. There was no way you’d live with Wednesday again so you had decided that you would stay at Xavier’s. You practically lived here now, anyway. Putting on the last strap of adhesive over your fresh gauze, you waited for him to arrive; he had promised that he would come get you in the evening to go back to his room together.

As you were about to text him that you were ready, End barged into the infirmary, hair wild and eyes wide.

“Y/N!” she screamed in horror, “You need to come, quick!!”

“What? Why, what happened?” you asked, panicked by her frantic behavior.

Swallowing up a harsh sob, the werewolf looked at you with her big eyes full of tears.

“It’s Xavier,” she sobbed, “The police just arrested him.”

[Part.8]

A/N: you can hate me later for this cliffanger uhuhuh, I have good news! The next chapter will most likely be the last! (maybe I’ll write an epilogue, it’ll depend on how I write the last chapter), so the excrutiating wait will soon be over my lovelies :DD

And no, I won’t ever forgive Tyler for being a bully; I hate bullies, I don’t care of ‘young and stupid’ they were, those fuckers destroy lives believe me I’ve been there

Same as for being stitched up, I know from experience this isn’t pleasant blblblbl (and I had a sedative, poor reader had NONE)

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Part 9

Larissa Weems part 8 | part 10 | ao3

As promised, here’s the first part of the Harvest Festival! Enjoy <3 I didn’t write this in one sitting last night instead of getting sleep so it’s a little jumpy, soz

TW: there is a panic attack and I do describe it so please be careful if that would trigger you or if you’re sensitive to it. Please take care of yourself x

The last two days of the school week sees you feeling a little low - but you do a good job at hiding it, enough for your students and colleagues not to notice. The cause isn't anything that's happened in your life, more so the happenings of other peoples’. Although the facade works on most people, Alice sees through it and like any good friend she’s waltzed into your quarters unannounced. You pay her no mind, not taking your eyes off of the tv - today you had settled on an old Disney Princess classic, ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarves’ to be specific. You’re also halfway through a tub of ice cream, no bowl in sight, just the carton and a trusty teaspoon.

“It’s time for a therapy sesh! Turn that shit off,” Alice declares as she lets the door slam behind her.

You acquiesce and mute the film. She makes a beeline for your cutlery drawer grabbing a dessert spoon before jumping onto the couch next to you, worming her way under the blanket with you.

“Get that big ass spoon away from me and my ice cream,” you growl, giving her a healthy amount of side eye even though you allow her to dig into the ice cream with you.

“There’s nothing wrong with my spoon,”

You let out a half hearted chuckle before resting your head on her shoulder.

“I’m alright. Just soaked in too many emotions this week is all,”

“That’s good to hear but still, talk,”

You glance up at her, an appreciative look in your eyes. You had done a Bachelors with honours in English literature at university alongside a PGDE allowing you to go straight into teaching after graduating. You’re not sure how you secured the post at Nevermore but you did and it was the best thing to happen to you. Your friendship with Alice was a lifeline you didn’t realise you needed, she was only a year your senior but that llittle bit more life experience she had was invaluable. The friendship wasn’t one sided however. You helped her just as much as she helped you. She was less intune with her emotions than you, and when she struggled to name what she was feeling you'd be there to help her figure it out - there were perks to being an empath.

You take a deep inhale, “There’s not much to talk about, a few students are feeling… down, depressed, you name it, and I’ve kinda just absorbed it all,” you poke at the ice cream with your spoon, “also it reminded me of my mum, she was very against me moving here. She wanted me to teach at a local highschool in my hometown.”

You look up at Alice and she nods, silently telling you to continue on.

“I was really excited when I was invited to interview here, and then to actually hear back and be told I was offered the job? Couldn’t have been happier… but when I told my mum she just felt nothing. Bit of a bummer right? Anger would’ve been better than her apathy.” You let out a hollow bark of a laugh, “She could have at least pretended to be happy about it, think that’s why I’m feeling more down than usual,”

Alice nods along to your words, stealing another spoonful of ice cream before speaking, “She’ll come round to it, she’ll just be anxious about you being so far away, you are from Cali after all,”

“True, I have quite literally moved to the other side of the country, but I went to uni a few states over, and she wasn’t like that…” you pause for a moment, “it’s whatever though, besides, I’m going to the Harvest Festival with Larissa tomorrow. Oh!!! I forgot to tell you! I’m so sor- Owww!”

You tear yourself away from her to nurse your arm from where Alice had slapped you. With a mouth full of ice cream she had resorted to giving you a dirty glare.

“I’m sorry!” you whined, “I meant to tell you… promise,” you fall back onto her shoulder.

“I’ll forgive you if you tell me the details, did you ask her?”

“No, she asked me, she was so nervous it was adorable,”

“Y’know, for how much you fawn over her for her confidence and stuff, you call her cute quite a lot, I wouldn’t use that word to describe her, personally.”

“But she is, what would you say instead then?”

“Hot.”

“That’s so true,”

“I think there’s two Principal Weems though, you always talk about this woman who’s so… so Bambi like around you!”

“She hardly talked to me until like recently,”

“Really? She scares me to be honest, she’s so sure of herself and she knows she’s got everyone at her beck and call,”

“Exactly why she’s so hot! But seriously, she only ever talked to me about work, and even then she always kept it super short, like even for a professional conversation…”

“I think she likes you, that’s the only explanation. Why else would someone not talk to you then suddenly act all docile?”

“You’re more delusional than I am,” you scoff.

You turn the volume up a little to ease the quiet. The pair of you watch the movie, making good progress on the ice cream. You have another tub in the freezer which you know you’ll have to bring out eventually.

“I only really feel more negative emotions from people, but when Larissa asked me to the festival… I don’t know what I felt from her, but it was like a warm emotion? The closest I could describe it as is love but that would be so out of context for the situation.” you speak over the twelve dwarve’s song from when they’re digging around the mine.

“You do feel happier emotions though, right?”

“Yeah, but usually only when they’re really strong.”

“Hmm, that is odd.”

“Yeah, just remembered that the now,” you leave the conversation at that. Not having the energy to dissect what it could mean.

It was well into the night, you and Alice had watched several movies, and now you were watching ‘The Notebook’. You sniffle a little as a few tears drop onto Alice’s t-shirt.

“Are you crying?”

“No!”

Alice ended up staying over at yours, as you talk about your deepest fears, it reminds you of the sleepovers you’d have as a teenager. When you were spilling your soul out to people you thought would never leave your life.

You’re thankful for Alice not leaving you with your own thoughts.

You stand at your floor length mirror, scrutinising your outfit, you had spent the day organising lessons for the following week and before you knew it, it was time to leave for the Harvest Festival. You finally decide that your clothes would do before tossing on a jacket and scarf, it was getting so cold these days.

“Why did I fuss so much? Don’t even see them under this coat,” you mutter before grabbing your keys and heading to Larissa’s office.

You’re a little early to meet Larissa but you were restless, you hadn’t seen her since she had so clumsily asked you to join her, apart from organising times. You knock on the door and wait for her to call you in, her saccharine voice is heard clearly even through the heavy doors. That woman’s power would be the end of you.

“Hey, you ready?,” you say as you poke your head through the threshold before fully entering the room.

You hadn’t really been in Larissa’s office much, the first few weeks she had called you in every now and then to make sure you were settling in okay. The room was overwhelming, as was most of Nevermore. The ceiling was outrageously high, and Larissa always had that fireplace roaring with flames. The room was cast in a darker light but still illuminated enough that you weren’t squinting to see. You look around in awe, taking in the taxidermies bear, and the mirrors on the ceilings. Odd placement but you think nothing of it. Eventually your sights are turned to Larissa, framed by the rich red velvet curtains and grand window. She sat at her desk, laptop open, a heart meltingly tender smile on her lips as she looked at you through her lashes, head downturned just a touch.

“Never been more ready,” she purrs as she rounds her desk and grabs her coat before sauntering over to you. Her eyes never leaving you.

She stops very close to you, so close you can smell her perfume, it was the same earthy citrus scent from last week. And just like it had back then, it had your head spinning.

“I’ll spare you and let you drive this time,”

“You’re too kind to me,” she humours you.

You shake your head at her before placing a hand on the small of her back and usher her to the door. Larissa’s heart flutters at the action.

With childlike wonder you soak in the carnival, you loved them and hadn’t had many chances to go to them when you were younger. As you stand in awe at the entrance, flocks of people walking around you, Larissa is too busy looking at you with the same amazement. Studying your profile and committing it to memory, she notices a faint white scar on the corner of your jaw and she wants to know how you got it.

“Shall we?” An angelic voice cuts you free from your thoughts as you look to Larissa.

A little embarrassed at yourself you nod before you feel your stomach cry out. Your cheeks redden as you smile at her apologetically.

“Can we get food first?”

You watch Larissa eat, her eyes closed as she relishes the first bite. You can’t help but stare at her, she was so adorable and this felt very domestic.

“You know, I never thought you’d be the kind to enjoy a greasy burger,”

Larissa pauses mid chew, eyes a little wide in confusion. Her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

“You just seem like you have a fancy palate, you know, like you enjoy those niche foods that are so exclusive and coveted but actually taste like ass,” you continue, leaning your chin on one hand. The other fiddling with the edge of the table as you pick at the worn down wood that was fraying with age.

Larissa swallows her mouthful slowly before speaking, “And what exactly does that mean?”

“Nothing, just one of my observations,” your tone is lighthearted.

“Just one of?” Larissa is intrigued now.

“Mhmm,” you don’t elaborate further as you tuck into your own burger.

Your eyes blow wide as you stare her down. This was a good burger, she was right. As you had perused the food stalls Larissa had talked your ear off about this particular vendor, raving on and on about how she waited for each Festival for it. She gave you a smug smile.

With a loud thwack you finally land the third arrow into the bullseye, turns out you were a natural at archery despite never having touched a bow and arrow before now. Well, that may be an exaggeration, this was your fourth attempt at the stall, with Larissa encouraging you from a safe distance behind. Your competitive streak and ego not allowing you to give up until you had won the game. You also had a certain blonde woman to impress. Stakes were high.

You were beaming with joy as you whispered to the man, pointing out what prize you wanted. As he goes to pull it down for you, you look over your shoulder to see Larissa talking to one of the art teachers who had been passing by. With her distracted you were able to thank the man and hide the stuffed toy behind your back. You wait patiently by her side for the conversation to finish.

“Pray tell what your trophy is,” she turns to you, with a proud look in her eyes. Your heart swells and you want her to look at you like that more often.

“More yours than it is mine.” You procure a white stuffed cat and hold it out to her. It’s of a larger size.

The Principal smiles in disbelief as she takes it from your hands, “For me?”

“Why else do you think I kept at that rigged game for so long!” You llink your arm in hers as you wander off into the crowds. Larissa allows herself to be led along as she studies the plush, it was eerily similar to her form as a cat. A horrible feeling forms in her stomach, did you know? Surely not? She decides it's just a coincidence and tucks it into her other arm, allowing herself to feel flattered you had given her a gift. She’d cherish it.

“Have you- ”

“There’s Principal Weems!” Just as you’re about to ask Larissa something, Marilyn has called over, with Alice in tow. She’s waving over at you from another stall.

You and Larissa stop as the duo walks over.

“Perfect!” Marilyn says as she notices you with the Principal, she must not have seen you over all the people. “I finally found someone willing to go through the haunted house with me, but the carts seat four people and I don’t fancy screaming with strangers, and, well, there’s two of you! Come on! The queues not long,” The botany teacher doesn't give you room to argue before she's pulling you, and Larissa who’s still got her arm linked with yours.

You look at Alice who just shrugs, seemingly unbothered by everything, then you look up at Larissa who's started to converse with Marilyn.

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a few controlled breaths.

The redhead was right, the queue moved quickly, too quickly. Before you can protest, you’re shoved into the seat with Larissa. You just sit stock still as she comments about how they’ve really outdone themselves with the models this year. You don’t really register what she's saying.Faintly you can hear Alice and Marilyn talking about their favourite rides.

With a juddering move, the cart starts to advance as it takes you through a cheap black curtain. Your hands are clammy and you're visibly trembling in your seat. You’re shrouded in darkness before a light flashes on to reveal an unnervingly realistic skeleton drop from the ceiling right next to you. You can’t conceal the scream as you jerk away from it, bumping into Larissa. Her hands find purchase on your hips as she steadies you, chuckling at you. The skeleton bounces up and down on its elastic string as if it's mocking you. No one else screamed and now you feel oh so silly.

Larissa moves a hand up to your shoulder and it has the opposite effect than she had intended, You shoot away from her, yelling again.

“Babes, save your energy, rides just started,” Alice laughs.

You look at her weakly before you settle back down.

For the first minute or so you manage to contain yourself but the ride ups the ante and it's an onslaught of jumpscares and horrifyingly accurate props paired with the most wretched heart stopping music.

What takes the cake is when the models begin to interact, a mummified hand snaps out from the side to grab onto Marilyn’s shoulder, to which she laughs. She laughs.

It becomes too much, as more and more horror elements start leering into you, you begin to feel a horrible tightness in your chest, phantom hands clawing at your neck, wrapping around slowly. The music is too loud, the dim lighting is somehow too bright and you can hear everyone's breathing. Your clothes seem to be scratching against your skin despite feeling absolutely fine moments ago. A witch’s cackle sounds as cheap sparks are set off all around you. You flinch. Then a fog machine is set into motion, obscuring your sight as steam hisses. The world begins to rock as a cold sweat prickles all over your body.

With a sickening suddenness a grotesque, hyper-realistic cadaver drops down just ahead. A mechanic whirring is heard. It launches towards the cart. Hitting the front before it rises. You shriek in pure unadulterated terror, tearing up your throat as you launch yourself into Larissa’s lap, hiding your face with her shoulder. Your body trembles as she instinctively wraps her arms around you. Your breathing is erratic and she can even feel your heart thrashing against her chest. Your grip on her jacket is iron tight, your knuckles white. You feel stiff and unresponsive to the soothing circles she's rubbing against your back.

A series of plastic spiders suspended on string descend down, drawing the cart and brushing against everyone. Faintly you hear Marilyn and Alice giggle at it. But you tense, and the sensation of the spikey legs sets you over the edge. You press yourself even further into Larissa, as you choke back sobs. Over the music, they can't be heard, but Larissa can feel you jerk with each cry that forces itself out of you.

At this point Alice has caught on, she leans forward and looks between you and Larissa, a pointed look of concern on her face. But Larissa just quietly tells her she has it under control and for Alice to just enjoy the remainder of the ride.

Another cheap shock value scare, and just the noise has you screeching and curling into yourself more.

“Atikah?” She whispers softly into your ear, one hand stroking through your hair, her other arm now wrapped firmly around your waist. But it does little in grounding you.

You only whimper in response.

She feels guilty for not realising you were genuinely terrified.

After what feels like an eternity you finally break through another black curtain back into the outside world. The cart stops with a few groans, Alice and Marilyn watch you as Larissa tries to coax you off of her.

“Atikah, it’s over now,”

You move back marginally, letting the noises of the other rides filter back in, it still sounds overwhelming but the eerie music is no longer present.

Larissa eyes the other two, both varying degrees of worried, before leaning in close so she can't be heard, “You’re safe now, I promise,” her warm breath ghosts over your ear.

You take a shuddering breath and extricate yourself from Larissa’s lap, keeping your head down so your hair covers your face. The blonde still keeps a hand on your back as she watches you try calm yourself down with great effort.

Wordlessly you leave the cart and walk off to the side just out of view.

The remaining trio all exchange glances, and Alice is the first to leave, hopping over Marilyn. The other two hot on her heels.

By the time Alice had reached you, you had found a picnic bench and sat staring into the neighbouring forest, counting in your head as you took measured breaths. The tingling feeling in your hands had started to subside but you still shake.

“Hey,”

You don’t tear your gaze away from the trees. Barely registering Alice sitting next to you.

“What happened back there?” She noticed your eyes looking a little red and raw.

Your voice is weak and hoarse as you muster up the strength to speak, “Just, got too much in there, I think,”

Before Alice can reply Marilyn is heard from not too far away, “I’m so sorry Miss. Karnstein! I didn’t know- ”

“It’s fine.” You take a deep breath and wipe the dried tears off of your face, “I’m sorry for ruining it,” you laugh halfheartedly. Giving her a smile, or as much of a smile as you can.

“Don’t be ridiculous, are you okay now?” The English accent that graces your ears helps greatly as you finally begin to feel human again.

You nod slowly, still not making eye contact. It’s one catastrophe after another for you, now that you’ve regained yourself, you’re embarrassed.

“It was fun- ” you start.

“Bitch not for you,”

Alice shirks away at the look the Principal sends her.

You laugh, it's an airy laugh but it’s genuine and it dispels the tension, soon Marilyn’s joining you.

Alice hugs you tight, “I think Principal Weems has got it from here, we’ll leave you be,”

“Yeah, we’ll get out of your hair, enjoy the rest of your date,” Marilyn chirps before heading into the crowd, dragging Alice with her but not before she can send a shit eating grin your way.

You and Larissa are left in shock, both of your faces a delicious red, a charged silence between you. Neither of you look at eachother.

“Our what?” Larissa mutters into the air, head reeling at Marilyn’s cast away comment.

You don't respond immediately. Both of you had heard the botany teacher loud and clear.

“Is it… is it okay if we just sit here a little longer?” you ask meekly, peering up at her.

“We can stay here as long as you need, darling,” Larissa takes a seat next to you.

“Thank you.” You rest your head on her shoulder.

You’re not sure how long you sit with the blonde, at some point her arm has found its way around your body again. Another tether helping you banish the last of the nerves. She’s busy admiring the stars. As best she can with the light pollution. To you, the stars have nothing against Larissa.

Fireworks bloom in the sky, you can see their reflection in Larissa’s eyes. In that moment you sit up and press a kiss to the very corner of Larissa’s mouth.

AN - I have never cried at a film… I’ve almost cried. But I did cry at the notebook when I watched it aged 15. Also sorry for the downer in this chapter, but I thought it’d be fun to have our dear reader cling to Larissa 🤭

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