#larissa weems x wednesday addams

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ attention, sinners! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

as promised, i bring you two new chapters of "particular" :) enjoy!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chapter 11 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chapter 12 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[dianneking]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Mainly in the Gwendoline Christie fandom & adjacent. 

 Requests are open, but I am slow at writing, so it might take a while to get to it.

You can also find most of my fics on my AO3 profile, DragonMist.

Ongoing weekly writing challenge masterpost.

Collections: 10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes  (100-word angsty drabbles with Gwendoline Christie’s main characters)

(Wednesday fandom) ------------

Larissa/Reader

- Entwined Destinies - Oneshot, gn! Reader is an empath and a teacher |Tumblr  Also on  AO3

- Intoxicated - Two-shot, gn! Reader is a vampire and a teacher. Drunkennes, angst and drama |Part 1 - Part 2  Also on  AO3

- Dangerous Games - Oneshot, gn!Reader is not jealous. Larissa tries to prove them wrong. Angst. | On Tumblr and AO3

- Nightmares - Fluff & Comfort fic, established relationship | also on AO3

-  She - Songfic based on Dodie's song, angst, larissa x Librarian!Reader - also on AO3

- I wish I knew (you wanted me) - Oneshot, mutual pining. Larissa announces her engagement, Reader thinks something’s off| also on AO3

-Loving You (Amandoti) - Sad! Angst, hurt no comfort. Songfic.  Larissa’s wife waits for her on their anniversary, but Larissa won’t come home | also on AO3 

-Breaking the Silence - Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort. R! wants answers. | also on AO3 

- The Affair - Morally Ambiguous Larissa x Teacher Reader. Multichapter. | Also on AO3

Larissa/Marilyn|Laurel

- Surprising Like Good Coffee On A Bad Day- Longfic (30k+ words), coffee-shop AU, slow burn, COMPLETE! | Only on AO3

-Jealousy (I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him) One-Shot, Angst, Jealous!Larissa |  also on AO3

- SOS One-Shot, Fluff, Flustered Larissa| also on AO3 

- All in her head One-shot Post-canon Fix-it. Laurel is visited in the hospital by Larissa | also on AO3. 

- The Disease - Hanahaki trope with not-really-unrequited love b/t Laurel and Larissa | also on AO3. 

Morticia/Larissa

- Shapes of Love - Longfic AU (SW!Larissa x RichWidow!Morticia), COMPLETED | Only on AO3 

 Marilyn/Reader/Larissa 

- Between Them (There is no Space)- Two-shot, angst and feels. | Tumblr Part I Part II Also on AO3

Marilyn/Reader

- Secret Admirer - Oneshot, Ungendered Reader, Angst, jealous Marilyn and protective parental figure Larissa. From an anon request | also on AO3 

- In Sickness - Minishot, slice of life. Marilyn takes care of sick SO reader | On Tumblr only.

- Running yourself to the ground - Oneshot, Hurt/comfort, Platonic. TW: Self harm | On Tumblr only.

- Spa Night - Oneshot, Fluff | On Tumblr

 Larissa/Morticia/Gomez

- First Evening Back - Oneshot, short fic, angsty polyamory negotiations, feels. | Only on AO3

- Larissa’s Gloomy Summer - Multichapter fic. 19k words| Polyamory negotiations, quirky with feelings. | COMPLETED | on AO3 only. 

Brienne of Tarth/ Reader (Game of Thrones) 

- Unrelenting Love - Songfic to Madeline by Kiki Rockwell, Epic Love | also on AO3 

- It’s not too late if we’re alive - WWII AU oneshot where Brienne is an officer, R is a nurse,,and they are former lovers | also on AO3 

-On The Seashore - Queerplatonic Prompt Fic - Brienne and R are adventurers together and there’s talk of settling down | also on AO3

 Miranda Hilmarson (Top of the Lake: China Girl) 

- Hold me (I need to cry) - Robin Griffin x Miranda Hilmarson. Robin realizes her feelings for Miranda and breaks down into her arms | also on AO3 

- The Set-Up - Miranda x Reader | Mutual pining, idiots in love | also on  AO3

- In Her Arms - Robin x Miranda. Prompt: Queerplatonic Relationship. Angst and Fluff. | also on AO3 

Captain Phasma x Reader  (Star Wars)

- -Curiosity killed the cat - ...and satisfaction brought her back | two-shot NSFW smut | Only on Tumblr

- Daddy's girl | NSFW smut, sugar daddy Phasma | also on Ao3

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman) 

- Stranger in the Park | Lucifer x Reader post-breakup hurt/comfort fic| on AO3 

Rare Pairings & No Pairings

- Paradise - Larissa Weems/Valerie Kinbott - Fluffy angst - Valerie finds Larissa dancing in her office | also on AO3 

- Unscrupolous - Laurel Gates/ Sheriff Galpin - Darkfic, Emotional Manipulation. | only on AO3

- Time, and other hazy concepts - adult Wednesday / Larissa Weems | Weird, stream of consciousness fic | also on AO3 

- The Painter (Larissa Weems Snippet) - super short ficlet focused on Larissa’s past as a model for a painter. TW: Drug use mentions, off-screen death.| Only on Tumblr.

- New Teacher in Town (Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti) | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Mel is the new hire in Nevermore. Larissa has some issues with it.| also on  AO3

- Happy Birthday, Blondie! (Larissa x Melissa)  | Crossover Wednesday/Abbott Elementary. | Also on AO3

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Requests for Larissa, Marilyn, Laurel, Morticia (with potential Reader mixed in) fanfictions are open! Here are my rules/ what I'm not comfortable writing. Also, know that I write excruciatingly slowly, so it might take a while for me to get your request out.

[tastytaboo]

The years that I have shipped Snarry genetically predisposed me to shipping Weemsday. I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not

[caitlynscat]

Weems: There’s a special place in hell for you Miss Addams.

Wednesday: *tears up*

Weems: Did I struck a nerve?

Wednesday: *sniffling* No

Wednesday: *holding back tears*

Wednesday: That’s the nicest thing anybody has said to me.

[fate2716]

Enid, waking up with a gasp: OMG! Willa *turning to Wednesday* Babycakes! We overslept! We need to get up-

Wednesday: *cuddles closer to Enid*

Enid:

[Later]

Weems: Let me be straight, the reason you were three hours late to your class was because, and I quote, "Wednesday cuddled me"?

Enid: With all due respect principal, I don't think you understand what kind of situation I was in

[theorizingtheo]

[brenshor]

Weems: You can't tell these two what to do trust me I've been trying for years! In the 3rd grade, I tried to separate their desks. Enid kicked me! Wednesday BIT me!

Enid sighing: She was so cute back then.

Weems sarcastically: Oh, precious.

[minar-artwork]

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[hattersarts]

"what a wonderful afternoon for a schoolmate reunion"

[rainbowwonderlandsblog]

Weems: Wednesday, what did I say about bringing weapons to class? Please remove all of your weapons and leave them on my desk

Wednesday: *sighs and reluctantly puts all of her weapons onto the desk*

Weems: *raises an eyebrow* Is that all?

Wednesday: *sighs again then lifts Enid up and puts her on the desk too*

Weems:

Enid: Um, do I have to sit here all day or..?

[smittenskitten]

CATHERINE ZETA-JONES as Morticia Addams GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE as Principal Larissa Weems WEDNESDAY (2022– )

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

so. the dark!fic is here.

[dianneking]

Time, and other hazy concepts  Adult!Professor!Wednesday x Larissa Weems fanfiction

This is a weird fic, born of a sleep-deprived brain sometime in December, which I never felt like going back to fix for posting until now. It is disconnected and stream of consciousness-like, but not quite. I hope it speaks to you in some weird way. It is a  a weird, meandering one-shot exploring how convoluted a seer’s brain can be. OOC, adult professor Wednesday/Larissa Weems. 

Can be read on AO3 here - while my fanfiction masterlist ( admittedly with less weird stuff) is here 

Wordcount: 1189

Tags: Weird prose, OOC, Coming out themes, Genderfluid Larissa Weems, Age difference, Adult Wednesday, Professor Wednesday, Kind of a stream of consciousness.

Time, and other hazy concepts

Wednesday Addams has a weird relationship with Time. Being plagued by visions of multiple possible pasts, presents and futures tends to do that to a person. Some people think of time as a line, others see it as a recurring circle of inevitable events. But to her, it is more like the ocean, with currents and waves, with ebbs and flows and whirlpools. This gives her a unique outlook on life, one that is often misunderstood by those whose normie brains are restricted by chains of their own making.

Look at Nevermore, for instance. Wednesday had come and gone and returned. And the school had always been there to envelop her in its long, narrow corridors and its stained-glassed windows like a mother, waiting for her wayward child. Different, as well as still the same. Time didn’t seem to touch the Academy: it changes and remains the same while throngs of students pass through its halls. Some vampires take decades to complete even one single schoolyear here at Nevermore, because they get lost in their own personal projects and there's no real hurry, right?, not when you're eternal. Wednesday feels like she understands them now. There’s so much to learn, so much accumulated knowledge hiding in the dusty tomes and experienced people, and to discover in labs and gardens and cellars alike.

She almost doesn’t notice when people start to call her Professor Addams. She quite likes the sound of it. They talk of her in whispered tones, reverently, they tell stories of the amazing psychic Raven, the one who had saved the school and the whole outcast world. When she crosses the quad, which is always a pentagon, their hushed tones quiet down in an awed silence, and Wednesday wonders if they too can see the fiery inferno that coursed through this place as if it was still there, the blackened hand of death from which life sprung back. Because Death is mysterious and tantalizing, but Life turned out to be quite awe-inspiring as well, an adventure which she had not anticipated would be so rewarding to explore.

Sometimes, she even remembers to show up on time to her own lectures. But Time, as she well knows, is a hazy concept, and the students just learn to drop by her classroom once in a while and see whether or not there’s a lesson going on. She likes it that way. It makes more sense to her, and Nevermore’s schedule wraps around her in a hug, adapting to her as it adapts to the specific needs of the generations of outcasts that travel through its hallways.

In one timeline Wednesday had held her as her eyes glossed over in the cold throes of death. But in this one she lifts her eyes every day to see Principal Weems solidly at the helm of Nevermore Academy as she should be. As she has always and will always be. There is still debate in the scientific community on whether or not shapeshifters actually age, but age is just a way to try and trap Time, and is not something that has ever made much sense to Wednesday. Principal Weems just is, like the school that is her pride and joy. She is eternal, she has always been.

Principal Weems has been the one who invited Wednesday back to her home, Nevermore, and offered her a room in the faculty quarters and molded the schedule around her new employee’s wandering habits. She is the one that invites Wednesday to her office once in a while, to talk about the students and the school and the past over a glass of wine. And if they end up staying up talking till the lights of dawn start to filter through the window and the embers are dwindling up in the fireplace, what is but one night in front of the whole of Time? They are one and the same, Wednesday and the principal, two sides of the same coin, hard-headed and passionate, unforgiving and unyielding in the things they deem important.

Larissa Weems still calls her exhausting and a trouble magnet, but with a kind, knowing smile and Wednesday feels like the principal is the only one that can make sense of Wednesday’s own thoughts and ways. Because in all of the timelines, in all of Time’s roaring tempestuous waves, she was there by Wednesday’s side when it mattered. When they saved the school, together. So, when one night Larissa’s strong hand covers Wednesday’s own in a silent request, Wednesday curls her own around it, basking in the warmth that glows in her dark heart.

She still plays the cello in the night on her old terrace but her eyes don’t follow the written partition anymore. She pours her soul out and crafts it into music, her fingers travelling on the chords, and pulling the bow mercilessly across the instrument. Her eyes never leave the icy ones of the only person in front of her, the one she dedicates her performances to, the one that never ceases to listen to her, rapture on her beautiful face. They are beyond Time, beyond Reality itself when they are there, wrapped in each other as well as in the music. When the last cello note ends vibrating in the night air, Wednesday runs her fingers on another instrument, and makes her sing through the night.

Change is Time’s child, and its parent. How can things change if they are suspended above the roaring seas that want to buffet them around in the currents of befores and afters? Wednesday accepts Change as she does Time, unflinching and unperturbed by its schemes. But she can understand that for others change is scary, and overwhelming, and she gently guides her principal and lover through its difficult twists and turns and traps, with a patience that surprises the both of them. Some things are worth being patient for. A golden band on her finger is a change that Wednesday finds herself staring at more often than others, a phantom of a smile ghosting on her lips. Maybe it is not a change, though, maybe the familiar weight of ring had always been there, its meaning has always been there. Now it has only taken on a physical form, but it doesn’t change Wednesday feelings. Those have always been and always will be.

Wednesday has never been one to put things in boxes and label them. You cannot contain an ocean in a box, and you can't label all of its waves. So when her wife breaks down in front of Wednesday and tells her that on some days she feels like her husband instead, Wednesday holds them and dries their tears, kissing them away together with their worries. She calls them Larissa on wife days, and Lars on husband days and goes on loving them with all of her big black heart.

As far as we know, there is still a Nevermore Academy somewhere, in some fold of Time. The students come and go and Principal Weems is there to guide them and help them, together with their wife, Professor Addams.

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[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Principal Weems: Keep an eye on Miss Addams; she has a habit of making trouble.

The New Botany Teacher: Who’s Miss Addams again? Is she the one with the pigtails?

Principal Weems: Yes, the gay one with all the mental problems.

Enid, overhearing: Wednesday being gay has nothing to do with her mental problems!

[caitlynscat]

Esther: Larissa, who is that girl walking with Enid?

Weems: Oh that’s Wednesday.

Esther: Addams?! Why is she walking with her? Why are they talking? And why are they holding hands?

Weems: You’re not gonna believe this.

Esther: What?

Weems: They’re roommates.

Esther: Oh! They’re roommates. Of course. For a second there, I thought my daughter was dating an Addams.

Weems:

Weems: You’re not gonna believe this.

[gmarseln]

Larissa Weems, teaching Wednesday how to drive: Okay, now you're driving and Enid and Xavier walk into the road. What do you hit, Wednesday?

Wednesday: Xavier, obviously. Why would i want to hit Enid?

Larissa: The BRAKES, Wednesday. You hit the BRAKES.