#But i really like her being a principal/headmistress

[milfcamilanoceda]

"Haha if toh had been a lesser show written by worse writers it would be Lumity being ambigious and Huntlow being front and centre" You fools!! You are all thinking too kind, if toh had been a lesser show with way worse writers Eda would have ended up as a law abidding COP!!!

[brienneoftarth1989]

If we ever meet again

Larissa Weems x fem reader

Summary: growing up you were a student at Nevermore. You had a massive crush on your headmistress but due to your age and the fact you were a student meant you couldn’t do anything about it. 12 years later you got a job at the academy you attended as a child praying that the woman you had feelings for was still there.

Warnings: None

Requests open

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Growing up you loved your time at Nevermore. You loved your friends, your classes but most of all you loved spending time with your Principal Larissa Weems.

It was safe to say you had a bit of a harmless crush on Larissa but obviously being a young student, there wasn’t much you could do about it other than admire her from afar. When you were a student there you were sixteen which meant she was about twenty-eight years old.

Did it bother you that there was a twelve year age gap between you? No it did not. You did try to spend as much time around Larissa as you could, for example you would help around her office and complete tasks for her.

To be honest you didn’t always want to do everything she asked but you just enjoyed the company around her. Over the next few years you spent as much time with Larissa as you could considering you were a student and she was your principal.

However the day you left Nevermore was the most heartbreaking day of your life. Saying goodbye to not only your classmates but Larissa was such a hard thing to do. You didn’t want them to know you were hurting down inside so you tried your best to disguise it.

I think Larissa could tell you were quite upset to leave as she told you before you left that it was never really going to be goodbye forever. You did always wonder what she meant by that considering you felt like you would never be returning to Nevermore.

However there was one thing that you were sure of and that was you wanted to get into teaching. After you left Nevermore you went straight to university to get your teaching degree and then getting a degree in botanical science. That subject always did have a way with you back at Nevermore.

You spent about 6 years at university and once you were finished you decided to go travelling for at least a year as it was something you always wanted to do but never got the chance. When you came back you found a small teaching job at one of the schools but it wasn’t teaching what you specialised in. However you needed a job.

In the meantime you did keep an eye out on the Nevermore school website to see if any job applications came about. However there wasn’t much going at all. That wasn’t going to stop you from finally getting a job at the school you grew up in.

After another 5 years and a number of different teaching jobs you finally decided to check to see if Nevermore had any teaching jobs for the upcoming school year. As you were scrolling through you saw one for a botanical science teacher. This was just your luck.

You spent that evening touching up your CV before applying to the job. All you had to do now was wait for a response. That week after a bit of waiting and hoping for a response was the longest week that has ever seemed to have existed.

You were at home scrolling through your phone when an email notification popped up. You were quick to open it to see that you had been selected for an interview with the headmistress. The email had been sent by the school’s office and it didn’t state who the headmistress even was.

Was principal Weems still in charge or was someone else running the school now? I guess there was only one way to find out. You accepted the interview and they later emailed you the details of your upcoming interview.

You had less than a week to prepare yourself for it. You made yourself look up all the relevant information and jotted down notes that you thought would be relevant to your interview. Now all you had to do was face the interview itself.

The day of your interview went great. You got dressed into a smart suit pants ensemble before grabbing all your notes and heading to Nevermore for the time you needed to be there.

Arriving at Nevermore brought you so many memories. It was like nothing had changed. You made your way to the office and waited for your name to be called. There were a few other people also waiting to be interviewed which only made you more nervous.

Knowing you had competition made you worry that you wouldn’t be able to bring something to the table that they might be able to offer. After about 20 minutes of waiting you were finally called into the office where the headmistress was conducting interviews.

You grabbed your stuff nervously before heading into the office that you had been in so many times before. Your heartbeat settled when you saw the one and only Larissa Weems. You sat down opposite her with the desk separating the both of you.

“Principal Weems, it’s so good to see you again” you smiled at her. “I told you it was never goodbye” she smiled as she looked over your CV. The fact that she remembered that was enough to make your heart flutter. “How have you been y/n? It’s been a long time since our days at Nevermore” she smiled at you.

“It’s been good. After my studies here I went to university to get my degree in teaching and botanical science. I then went travelling for a year and then spent the last 5 years teaching at a variety of schools” you told her.

“Aww that’s great to hear. Now, let’s get started with this interview” she smiled. The interview went well. She asked you a number of different questions which you were able to answer perfectly as well as adding your own touch to.

The interview lasted about 45 minutes but it felt like the two of you had been talking for all of 10 minutes. You still got that feeling when you saw and spoke to her which surprised you. Larissa said that you would hear from her in about a week once all the interviews had been conducted.

So in the meantime it was just a waiting game. That week seemed to drag but by the end of it you finally received a call from Larissa. “Hello” you answered the phone waiting for Larissa’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Morning y/n, I’m calling you today to let you know that after interviewing all the other candidates I would like to offer you the job�� Larissa told you from the other end of the phone.

“Thank you so much Larissa. I would love to accept the position” you told her, trying your best to hide your excitement. “That’s great to hear y/n! I will email you shortly with everything you need to know. I look forward to working with you at Nevermore” Larissa said before you both said goodbye and hung up. This was the start of a new adventure.

Flash forward to a few months later and you were now finally settled in at Nevermore. You absolutely love teaching your classes and you love that you have onsite accommodation which means you never had to leave the place unless you wanted to go.

You have been getting on well with all your colleagues but there was one you wanted to spend a little more time with as you really got to know the woman you had a huge crush on many years ago. At the moment the two of you have had many chats in the canteen while having lunch and surprisingly you have learnt a lot.

Larissa is currently single which is great for you, she loves fashion as well as her love for Nevermore. It is clear she has such a passion for this school and she also loves going to this cafe called the Weathervane to get herself a hot chocolate most days.

Now you were just finding the courage to ask Larissa out on a date but you were just trying to find the right opportunity to do so. You were currently finishing up teaching your class before heading to the canteen to grab some lunch hoping you would also bump into Larissa so you could ask her a very important question.

You made your way down there quite quickly due to the fact you haven’t had much to eat at all today. You grabbed yourself a tray before helping yourself to the selection of food in front of you. You helped yourself to some pizza, chips and beans before grabbing some cutlery and heading to the tables reserved for teachers.

You sat there as you happily ate your lunch as you scanned the room for Larissa. After about 10 minutes you saw the tall beauty enter the room before grabbing her lunch. When she turned around it looked like she was going to head back out of the canteen but then she caught your eye. ‘

You immediately blushed and looked back down at your food. When you next looked up you found Larissa standing in front of you which only caused you to blush again. “Is it alright if I sit with you y/n?” she asked, waiting for you to answer. “Yeah, of course it is,” you told her. Larissa immediately took a seat next to you as you both happily ate your lunch in peace.

“So how have you found it here these last few months?” Larissa asked as she then took a bite of her pizza. “Yeah it has been absolutely amazing. I love all my students as well as my colleagues” you said smiling at Larissa. “Oh does that mean you love me as well” she teased as you felt yourself blush once more.

“Oh you do don't you, hence why you are blushing” she said laughing but getting more serious. You looked at her seriously for a second debating whether now was the right time to say anything.

“Alright Larissa, I will admit I have a slight crush on you. I have done since I was a student here. However I didn’t want to say anything even now in case I ruin our professional relationship” you sigh as you just looked at Larissa. “You have known all this time haven’t you?” you asked as she had this devilish grin plastered on her face.

“Oh of course I have darling. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure that one out. I understand why you didn’t say anything as a student but even then I could tell. Like who would really want to spend all that time with me? I am flattered though. I was just waiting for you to admit it to me” she smiled at you.

Did she feel the same way? “Ok well now that is out in the open then I guess I have something to ask you. Would you maybe like to go out for hot chocolate with me tomorrow afternoon?” you asked as you felt yourself blush once more. You really needed to get a hold of yourself.

“What? Like a date?” Larissa smiled. You couldn’t tell if she was still joking around or if she was being serious. “Yeah, like a date” you smiled trying to read her emotions. Larissa was quick to look around the canteen before looking back at you to make sure no one else had heard what you asked. “Yeah, I would love to,” she smiled.

You felt the excitement build up inside of you as you had finally landed a date with Larissa. “How does 14:00 sound tomorrow at the Weathervane?” you asked Larissa as you finished eating your lunch. “That sounds perfect. I look forward to it” Larissa smiled as she rested her hand on top of yours.

The two of you chatted for the rest of the lunch break before heading your separate ways for the rest of the day. The two of you exchanged your personal phone numbers before spending most of the day texting each other even though you both should be working.

Your date at the Weathervane went amazingly. The bond between the two of you got closer and closer and the two of you were already planning your next few dates. You couldn’t wait to see where this new adventure with Larissa would take you. The next step was definitely to ask Larissa to be your girlfriend and the thought of it just filled you with excitement.

[tsmukanii]

Heir to the Throne

Wednesday X Firebreather Reader : I'm not sure where this is going but I'm having fun with it.

“Y/N, you’ve only been here for a week, and this is the 3rd time you have been in my office for roughhousing." It's not like it was your fault. People are just asshats that need to be put in their place. You can’t help it if they see you as an easy target.

“I didn’t start anything and you know that.” You couldn’t argue for yourself further, already drained from it all.

Principal Weems could see it written on your face. She couldn’t help but feel pity for you, already knowing how hard your situation is but before she could say anything more on the matter, the door to her office opened. You turned your head to see who possibly saved you from this lecture. 

 “Oh pardon the intrusion, a student said you were ready to see us now.” You immediately knew that it was Eugene, the thought brought a small smile to your face but it quickly vanished when you made eye contact with her. It was like making eye contact with death itself; as if wrapping you up in its cloak. It was calming to you in a way. What you didn’t know is that you had affected her as well. 

“Y/N, do you mind showing Wednesday to the dorms while I get everything settled with Mr. and Mrs. Addams?” You shook your head as a means to break the sudden trance you were in but also knew the headmistress took it as you accepting.

“Oh please no need for formalities Larissa, after all we were schoolmates.” You could see the slight grimace behind her smile but still she nodded along to the statement and then set her eyes on you.  You couldn’t really refuse knowing that this was punishment for fighting again, even though you were just minding your own  business. But still with a roll of your eyes, you gestured for the girl to follow you without saying a word about the matter. 

You could feel Weems’ stare on your back, taking it as a sign that she will track you down after this but you couldn’t care less. You walked in silence, making no move to strike up a conversation with Wednesday. You were halfway to the dorms when she spoke to you, leaving you in shock of how soft her voice was. 

“You do realize you are bleeding, correct?” 

“...What?”

“Your nose is bleeding, though your blood is quite an interesting color…perhaps you would be interested in letting me use you as a test subject one day.” 

You snorted thinking she was joking but stopped when her face never changed realizing that she was completely serious. You quickly reach up to wipe the blood away glancing at the bright green color before wiping your hand on the back of your pants.

“Uh sure, it could be fun.” You swore you saw a little upturn of her lips before it turned back into a blank stare. She didn’t say anything else after that so you continued on your way. When you finally reached the room you hesitated for a second before knocking, remembering how she was when she first gave you your tour. You could see Wednesday raise a brow at your actions and she got her answer when you both walked into the dorm room. Enid squealed when she got sight of you.

“Y/n! Omg, you finally decided to come pay me a visit!” You were quick to interject. “Yeah actually I’m here on business.” you gesture to the girl next to you. “Omg! You must be Wednesday, I’ve heard so much about you!” Enid moved toward her in an attempt to hug her but was quickly rejected. 

“Uh Wednesday this is Enid Sinclair, your roommate. Enid, Weems wants you to give her a tour of the school.”

“Oh ok so what are you gonna do?” 

“I’m gonna go thank Eugene for getting me out of another scolding. Wednesday it was…interesting meeting you.” You sent a nod her way before doing the same to Enid and quickly making yourself scarce.

Wednesday slowly turned to Enid , taking her in before opening her mouth. “So, are you going to stand there gaping like a fish or are you going to start your tour? 

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You arrived at Eugene's hut fairly quickly while also being wary of Weems who you can hear entering the courtyard. You push open the door, spotting Eugene sitting at a small table looking over his notebook.

“Dude I owe you big time for getting me out of there, I couldn’t take another moment in Weem’s office.”

“Eh it’s no biggie I mean you only got in trouble because you were helping me. I’m just sorry those jerks said you attacked them.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m pretty sure I got in a few good hits so that they’ll think twice about messing with you again.” He smiled at your words before reaching into his bag pulling out a jar or honey, holding it out to you.

“Here, to say thanks. I make it myself,

 I add in chamomile and sometimes lavender. It's actually really good.”  You don’t hesitate to grab the jar, smiling at the fact. 

“I’m sure it does, maybe we can plan for tea next week or something.” Eugene lights up quickly nodding his head.

“Of course! Anytime except Thursday, I have a foraging expedition.”

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“So I heard that you got into another fight yesterday. Did you win?”

“Of course I did but it wasn’t my fault, they were picking on my friend.”  

“Rude, I thought I was your friend.”

“I can have more than one friend Sinclair, isn't that why you’re in my dorm painting my toes? So has Wednesday tried to escape yet?”

You felt Enid pause at your question quickly looking up at you before focusing back on your toes.“You think she’s going to run?”

“Of course she is, it’s written all over her face.”

“Are you sure we were looking at the same face?” You roll your eyes at her before smiling.“God Enid I get that she’s all stone but trust me she’s gonna do it. Probably during the fair, I bet you ten bucks she asks you to help.” You hold your hand out to her and she quickly shakes it just knowing you were going to owe her.  After that you two talked a bit more about what was going on around campus giving Enid her fill of new material for her blog before her watch went off letting you both know that it was almost curfew. 

After you both said goodnight, you went to your desk to finish sketching the outline for your latest comic but you were interrupted by the sound of scurrying outside your window. You didn’t pay any mind to it, thinking it was a squirrel but then you heard a tap on the glass making you whirl around to see a disembodied hand waving at you. 

“What the fuck?”

[v3nusxsky]

Hello

I really liked ‘the first heat with you’ story so I was wondering if you could write a another story where the f!reader is a werewolf and is experiencing heat so she avoids her lover (Larissa ofc). So Larissa confronts her about it and reader explains what’s going on and Larissa offers to help reader with it.

I would love for it to be sub!reader with some wholesome smut. Thank you and hope you have wonderful day <3

You’re not mad? 18+

*Authors note~ part two for The heat with you. It's gonna be a different take on it but I'm very excited to write*

Trigger warnings~ sub r dom l degrading, praise, shifted cock oral toys overstimulation dumbification wearwolf smut heat name calling

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Being a werewolf was certainly something. It was common for wolves to find mates within their packs, which is what made you all the more of an outcast. You'd fallen in love with a shapeshifter who just so happened to be your boss. Much like when you were to wolf out you had no control over what was generally called heat. Female wolves experienced the heat every very months, similar to a females monthly period but where you felt impossibly unstated. Nothing could satisfy the burning desire than ran rampant through your veins.

That's the very reason female wolves of a certain age get passes given to them around their cycles. The fact they physically can't stop themselves from acting on their animalistic instincts made for hectic classrooms with no teaching going on. It made more sense to give the girls passes and allow them to catch up after their heats. The same curtsey was extended to female wolves on the staff. And you had yet to experience one knowing the headmistress was your mate. Until now.

Your instincts calling to you to find her and let her ravish you in every way possible, to relieve the pain that was caused when you were unable to find your mate. But you ignored it, with a great deal of pain, you ran away from Larissa. The poor principal didn't understand why you were purposefully ignoring her calls and texts, you weren't showing up to your classes. All very unlike you, you were normally so attentive and diligent in your work, always willing to please her. Pleasing her? That's it you ran away because of your heat. She felt like such a fool for it taking her days to work out. Her heart aching at the thought of your pain because you didn't want to burden her. She just knew she had to find you.

She made her way to your sleeping quarters and knocked firmly to announce her presence, "go away!" You whined, clearly trying to be forceful but sounding nothing unlike a needy puppy. "It's Isa darling" the blonde purred. "Don't come in!" You shouted the fear soaking every word causing the older woman to enter the room. You'd created a beautiful nest for yourself, she immediately recognised some of your favourite blankets and pillows, the thick heavy scent of your arousal smothering the room. "Mommy!" You whimpered as you tried to ignore every impulse to run to her and beg and plead with her to help you. To make the pain morph into something more pleasurable.

"Is my puppy in her heat? She lovingly teased you coming closer to your nest. You almost forgot yourself and bared your teeth at the older woman in warning. "Now now puppy don't growl at mommy, she only wants to make you feel so so good" she murmured her usual dominance shining through. "You. Don't mind?" You whimpered confused, surly she must hate the idea? You needed her so badly and you didn't know what would satisfy the desire. But you knew it would be intense, and submitting to her, letting her take care of you never sounded any better than right now.

"Oh puppy, of course I don't mind, I love you and this is a part of you darling. I know how much pain you must be in. Torturing yourself aren't you love? You need mommy to make it all better hmm?" Was all it took for your resolve to die out, "mommy please hurts need you please" you whimpered with your best puppy dog eyes, then blanket that covered your body making you uncomfortably warm, you longed for her smooth cold hands to soothe the inferno on your skin. "Let me in that beautiful home you made us then pretty pup" she purred as she began to strip off clothing.

You wriggled over to the middle, not caring that the blanket exposed your painfully hardened nipples or that she could visibly see the hand that had been teasing your dripping hole the entire conversation. "Puppy? Have you been keeping those pretty sounds from mommy?" She quizzed you with a raised eyebrow. Fuck. One thing Larissa hated was when you hid the sounds that so rightfully belong to her. "Sorry mommy" you whimpered pathetically. "You're lucky you're in heat darling or mommy wouldn't touch you for a week pet." Oh fucking hell, you were a mess without her touching you.

Larissa quickly joined you in your nest and immediately instructed you to lay flat like you were, but to remove your hand from your folds. You complied with a whine, Larissa coming to grab both your wrists and place them above your head. "Don't move them pet, understand?" Your eyes widened in fear, how the hell would you do that? "Yes mommy, I'll be good" you mewled just wanting her to touch you.

Soon enough Larissa's lips met your skin, sucking and nipping on the sensitive skin of your neck. Her hands tailing up and down your naked body as you whimpered and whined. "Mommy! I need please, hurts!" Finally taking pity on you, your girlfriend brought her mouth to your soaked core. Immediately, her tongue darted out to get a taste of the slick you were offering as you let your legs tighten around her head. A quick smack to your thigh had them tumbling back open, "oh fuck me mommy god!"

Larissa couldn't help but moan at the taste of you, the heat making it more potent and dangerously delicious. She couldn't help but moan around your cunt, your hips bucking wildly against the blondes face, carnal need driving your actions. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Fuck more" you mewled, "so close! Please please please god" your needy whines as she doubled her efforts to fling you into the pleasure pools of bliss. She helped you back down before she came to kiss you, your slick coating her chin.

"Mommy!" You squirmed uncomfortably needing more. "Oh I know pup, you need more don't you? Nothings gonna solve this pain but mommy filling you with her fat cock" she purred, a little shock at your animalistic growl before you pulled her into a passionate kiss. Nipping at her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. "Pretty puppy, why don't you get on your knees for me" she demanded.

You scrambled to comply as Larissa moved around you to grab her chosen toy, attaching it to you and tuning it on before she shifted her aching core into a well hung girthy cock. Immediately, your eyes fell to the appendage, standing proudly to attention. Your tongue darting out to wet you plump lips. "Come on pet, be a doll and wet this up for mommy" she murmured teasing your lips with the mushroom tip of her cock. Immediately, sticking your tongue out to lick the length before she greedily thrusted it into your awaiting mouth.

She kept her pace punishing, you needed that and Larissa was more than happy to provide it for you. Only pulling from the warm tightness when she felt herself near her own orgasm. You whined in protest only to morph it into a growl as she turned you round and pushed you to be on your hands and knees. "Oh pet, your dripping. All bc you're a whore for mommys cock huh? Such a good cockslut!"

You let out a howl as she pushed her cock into your cunt without a warning, your walls fluttering around her pulsating member. "Oh fuck pet. So warm and tight, such a perfect pussy for mommy to use aren't you. Needy puppy" she moaned, pulling out just leaving the head inside of you before slamming back into your cunt.

You were a goner. Larissa is incredibly skilled and it was no surprise that you came many a time on her cock. Her stamina better than anyone you could think of. "Puppy, mommys gonna cum, take my load puppy, give mommy more" she panted as she brought a hand round your body to tweak and tug on your nipple. You came with a cry of her name, Larissa following seconds after you. Shooting thick spurts of cum into your aching core. The warm thickness of it causing you to moan for more as you squeezed her dick as if it was in a voice grip.

"One more, puppy one more for mommy" she whispered in your ear before sucking the sensitive skin behind the lobe. You whined when you felt the your cunt become empty. Your legs shook as Larissa guided you to straddle her thigh. Her hands gripping your hips as she forced them to rut against her firm thigh. "One more pet one more for me, such a good puppy" she murmured pressing kisses to all the skin she could reach.

At this point you couldn't speak and you couldn't think, all you could do is feel that overwhelming sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. Your coil tightened again once more. "My poor puppy can't even speak or think. Don't worry mommy will do it all for you, that's it baby keep rutting against my thigh. Such a pretty bitch in heat, come puppy drench my thigh" her dirty words threw you over the edge as you saw stars, your mind and body thrown into ecstasy as animalistic sounds tore through your body.

"Gorgeous? Come back to me baby. You did so good. So so good for me darling. Such a pretty puppy. Good girl darling" she murmured over and over again, rubbing your back gently as you slowly came back to the real world. "Get some rest baby, you know you'll need it again in a few hours" you whimpered shuffling closer to the woman, "you don't mind Isa?" A sweet kiss to your head, "of course not darling girl, now get some rest sweetheart." Was the last thing you heard before sleep claimed you. Truly you were the luckiest pup in the world to have such a wonderful, caring and understanding mate.

Word count~ 1791

[humaforever]

I think that if Uma had made Harry her vice principal, everyone would have been understandingly freaked out at first by headmistress Uma's crazy eyed, manically laughing, hook wielding husband who regularly drinks from a flask in full view and keeps encouraging the students to settle their disagreements with a sword fight or a pistol duel. Not to the death, of course, because Uma would be mad about that.

But within about a week or two, the whole student body is exclusively referring to the headmistress and vice principal as "Mom and Dad"

There's a lot of

"How much trouble do you think we'll get in for this?"

"Don't know, but as long as it's Dad who finds out and not Mom, I think we should live."

Harry has a lot of "Go ask your Mum." Moments. He doesn't know how being a vice principal actually works. He's just here to spend time with Uma, look pretty, cause choas (as much as Uma will let him get away with during working hours), and order Boreadon people around.

Uma has had a few. "Go ask your Dad." Moments, but that's only when she's either really distracted or really tired. Though she will deny that she's said it.

Just the Auradon Prep students calling Uma and Harry, Mom and Dad.

I'm sure Harry's the one that started that, lol. He was like these are all of Uma's little children now I guess, and saying "mom" is way easier than saying fancy pantsy "head mistress." So after this he decided that makes them his kids too so he for sure started and encouraged this trend. Uma's like "that's unprofessional" but it's caught on with all the students so she honestly responds better to being called mom than being called the principal.

On a side note I have questions about these pistol duals. Because I'm imagining Harry giving the kids pistols and then telling them to aim at their legs because Uma reprimanded him about not getting anyone killed. But that doesn't mean kids haven't landed in the hospital for bullets grazing them. I mean this was to be expected from Harry, Uma is lying to herself if she says she's surprised.

But when the students get called to Uma's office they will be happy to inform her that "Dad said we could!" Uma is apprehensive to have children with Harry now.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

could you please do teacher r with a really obvious cold during an important staff meeting and afterwards weems is like oh honey, you should not be here right now. She brings her tissues and everything she’ll need before lets her lay down in her room for the day?

Schedules and Sicknesses

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 2.1K

Summary: your sick and in a staff meeting principal weems was quick to notice and take action.

TW: sneezing? fever,

A/n sorry this one took so long I wanted to do it justice. I also love how I described Lars place hehe.

You just had one more class, one more class to teach, a staff meeting to sit through and then you could collapse into bed, curl up and die from whatever horrible cold your students had kindly infected you with. The steady growth of the number of tissues in the bin beside you was successfully kept hidden behind your desk as you worked through classes. But it was getting harder to hide the sneezes.

When the bell finally rang you heaved a sigh of relief which quickly turned into a groan at the realisation of the looming staff meeting. You packed up your sketchbook and teaching materials before shoving them hastily in your satchel which you swung over your right shoulder and stood. The world tipped for a second and you held onto your desk, maybe you were sicker than you realised. After steadying yourself on the table for a few minutes you stood on your own again. Checking the time, you had just enough time to get to the staff meeting before it began. How long had you been slumped against the desk?

After haphazardly making your way through the halls you entered the staff room and gave a sheepish look to the principal as you made your way to a spare seat. You sat down hard and without any grace at all earning a raised brow from Ms Weems, but you lacked any energy to care at this point in time.

Gently pressing a hand to your temple, you attempted to massage away the headache that had sat there for the better part of the day. You barely paid attention to the meeting, simply trying to keep yourself awake was taking all of your focus and energy.

The one thing that did wake you up and gain a lot of looks from the teachers around the room was the loud sneeze you let out. Your cheeks flushed from embarrassment as all eyes were on you. You missed the concerned gaze of the headmistress, too busy studying your own shoes and avoiding all eye contact.

The meeting started up again after the short pause in the principles speech before you felt another sneeze building in your sinuses. You did your best to stifle it. The slight duck of your head was the only indication of the sneeze at all. However, it didn’t go unnoticed by the principal who spared you a glance before continuing.

You tried your best to pay attention now people had seemed to notice you were there and you could no longer fly under the radar. You sighed softly and tried to focus.

Ms Weems was talking about a rise in student detentions most likely due to the approaching full moon and a majority of the delinquents being furs.

She continued onto another topic, but your brain spaced out again. The lights were too bright, and it made your head pound more and there was some faint buzzing somewhere you couldn’t quite place through the fog of your headache. The throbbing under your fingertips, where you continued to massage your temples, was only increasing.

You sniffled softly hoping nobody would notice and missing another concerned glance from the principal. You felt another sneeze building and quickly stifled it in your elbow, looking sheepishly at the few faces that had turned to look at you. You felt your cheeks heat further, maybe from the fever or maybe from the embarrassment. You shuffled down in your chair to try and seem small and insignificant. Not wanting to draw any more attention.

Larissa was growing more concerned with each stifled sneeze and sniffle; your eyes were squinted in what was probably an attempt to stave off a headache from the bright strip lights. She took pity on you, knowing that this meeting could wait for another day when you staff were all well again. She made the decision to tie the meeting off early.

When the principal ended the meeting, your shoulders sagged in relief. Now you could go home. You grabbed your bag but froze as you heard the headmistress speak.

“Ms L/n could you stay behind please?” She asked.

Crap. You thought. She probably could tell you weren’t paying an ounce of attention and felt bad about chewing you out in front of the others. You could almost cry at the thought of being kept from your sick nest you had to pull yourself out of this morning for class.

As the last of the staff left Larissa walked over to the door shutting it softly and turning off the light.

You heaved a sigh at the lack of headache inducing light and the faint buzzing of the electricity also disappeared. What could you do about it though, the school was just old.

Larissa came back over to you and stood behind your chair, turning it on the swivel to face her she crouched down in front of you.

“Oh honey, you. should not be here right now.” She said with a sigh, and you looked panicked some fever-addled part of you thinking you were going to be fired.

The principals gaze softened, “Ms L/n you do know if you are feeling unwell you are allowed to skip these meetings. I can send you my notes at a later time.” She said softly.

“Sorry Principal Weems.” You said with a sniffle.

“Darling don’t apologise for being sick. But do blow your nose.” She said procuring a pack of tissues from her pocket.

You flushed red and Weems brow furrowed. Taking the tissues from her you turned your head and blew your nose, throwing the tissues into the bin she led out for you.

“Now,” she said with her matter-of-fact teaching voice, “you look a bit warm and i think you may have a fever darling. Would you rather I come to your quarters to set you up with some medicine, or we go to mine or even the infirmary?” She asked.

You looked at her and blinked not expecting anything more than a “get better soon” and to be on your merry (sick) way.

“Y/n?” She asked laying a hand against your cheek to check for a fever and frowning when she found one. “Where have you gone darling?” She asked gently stroking your cheek with the back of her fingertips.

You blinked again, vision refocusing. “Sorry.” You mumbled.

“There you are.” She said with a smile, and you grinned back sheepishly.

“Let’s get you to bed.” She said offering you her arm to take. You stood and she grabbed your bag before you could, slinging it over her shoulder. She left the room and locked it behind her and set out for her own quarters, with you leaning heavily into her side. Her strong arm wrapped around your shoulders your eyes drifting shut before rapidly blinking to stay awake.

You paused a few times to sneeze, each time Weems offered her blessings which, through the fever made you giggle.

Weems smiled at you fondly, hiding her concern at what she was sure was a growing fever.

Gently she guided you into her office and past it to her own room. Mentally you thanked her for the invite to her private space. As since you had been sick, your own quarters look like there had been a bomb go off, which surely wasn’t a good look in front of your boss.

After depositing you on her expensive looking couch you sat and waited as she disappeared for a moment.

You doubted many teachers had made it this far beyond her office and looked around in wonder.

In front of the expensive white couch was a large expensive looking flatscreen TV.

Either-side of the flatscreen were dark mahogany bookshelves with what looked like old and classic Literature which looked old and fancy enough to be the originals. Spaced intermittently between the books were various healthy looking green plants which cascaded over the shelves like a waterfall of green leaves and vines.

The room had a few old, and much like the TV and everything else, expensive looking paintings which were seemingly straight out of the renaissance or at least very good replicas of famous paintings from that same time. You recognised a few as an art teacher and appreciated her fine taste in aesthetics.

There was a mahogany coffee table which matched the bookshelves and a small set of brown leather coasters.

Looking down the hallway from where you sat, and Larissa disappeared to you saw portrait after portrait of what must have been the previous headmasters and mistresses of the school. At the end of the hallway closest to you was an amazing portrait done in oils which captured Larissa in all the best ways. Her hair, for once, was down for the portrait and the near-white, blonde locks fell naturally down her shoulders. She looked regal and important which she was, in your opinion. You were so wrapped up in admiring the painted beauty of it you missed her return.

Feeling the couch dip next to you, you turned to look at her.

“It's an amazing portrait.” You gushed as she raised a brow.

“The one in the hallway?” She asked moving your head to face forward with her hand on your jaw, so she had access to your ear.

“Yes, it’s beautiful.” You said as she slipped a clean cap on the thermometer and placed it in your ear.

“Really? I always thought it was as bit pretentious to have a portrait of yourself hanging up in your own room.” She said.

“Not at all. I have several i have done over the years, although nothing as impressive as that one.” You said with a nod towards it.

“Keep your head still darling.” She reprimanded softly and you suddenly felt like a student who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Hmm.” She said pulling it out now it had beeped. “You're a bit too warm for my liking.” She said turning the screen to face you. It showed a little 101.3 on the screen and you frowned.

“I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“To be honest neither did i. And I’m glad I brought you here it saved us both the trip.” She said with a smile.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“Darling, I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself with a fever that high. Weather you were here or there you would have come back with me for the night so i can keep an eye on you and your temperature.” She said softly.

“Oh… well thank you Ms Weems.”

“Darling you're on my couch after five pm on a Friday, you can call me Larissa.”

“Oh… well thank you Larissa.”

“Anytime darling, now let's get to work on that fever.”

She grabbed a cloth and dipped in the the bowl of water she had brought with, wringing it out before guiding you back into the pillows with a hand on your shoulder and laying it over your brow.

“Now, I’ll give you some pain killers and turn down the lights so you can rest. If you need anything at all give me a yell or text me. I’ll put my personal number in your phone.” She said popping out two white tablets into your outstretched palm. She quickly handed you some water and you took both.

She took your phone from the coffee table and punched in her number into a new contact she had put in named “Lars” her cheeks heating ever so slightly at the old nickname it had been quite some time since she made room in her day for friends.

Handing the phone back you smiled at the contact's name. Larissa straightened dusting off her skirt and looking down at you.

“I’ll have the cook package and send up some light dinner as I’m sure you missed lunch as well.” She said and you flushed and nodded. “Alright darling, close your eyes and rest now. If you need me, I’ll be just next door. Text or yell. Im old but I’m not hard of hearing yet.” She winked and you smiled back.

“Goodnight, Y/n” she said and turned out the light.

“Goodnight Ms We- … Larissa.” You correct and she smiled, closing the door behind her.

MASTERLIST

[adrianasunderworld]

I'm gonna include this in Twisted Princess AU. I wonder how the princesses feel about Crowley and Clara having this romantic vibes. Snow White will likely be happy to see Crowley being with someone while most of the girls find it weird that someone wanted to be with Crowley.

Snow White: Awwww...I'm happy to see him being with someone. I'll support it.

Meg: That crow better keep his word to be with her or I swear I will roast him down once he end up someone else.

Anna: This guy better not used her and if that ever happened, I'll punch him out from the boat.

Merida: The headmistress shouldn't rely on others especially a pathetic principal.

Belle: He better not be full of himself or there is chance he will fell from the cliff for being delusional.

Ace: I get you have bad history towards men and with Headmage Crowley but isn't that too harsh. Not all men are jerks you know.

Alice: Have you forgotten what you did to your ex?

Ace: Hey, at least I learn my lesson and decided to just focus in friends than relationship. You don't see me trying to hit any of you unlike with the hopeless romantics.

Guys who have crushes on the princesses: What!?

Clara: Girls, while I appreciate your concern, everything is fine. None of that is going to happen, and even if things don't work out, I am perfectly capable of handling my relationship.

Anna: We all thought that, and yet the worst still happened.

Meg: Besides, you really can do so much better. I mean Crowley? You don't deserve to settle you know.

Crowley: Why does everyone say that to her!?

Merida: Because she can.

Crowley: 🥲

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But yeah, Snow is the only one that's happy at the prospect of Crowley finding love, especially with someone like Clara. Snow is a romantic like that. But all the other princesses do not approve of this. They all like Clara significantly more than they like Crowley and every time the headmistress comes up in conversation, they give him a hard time. They truly do not get what she sees in him.

[riccismy-life]

Larissa Weems x Fem! Reader NSFW (+18) -Defiance

Description: You ran away with Enid last night to go to a party and they came back late in the morning, Marilyn Thornhill -Her mom from the bedroom- informed Principal Weems of her rebellion and you took all the blame, Principal Weems decides to punish you .

-Warning: Foul language, graphic mention of spanking, mention of nudity, obscenity, dominant tones.

-You are 18 years old in this fic!

-Sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my first language!

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The night before Enid, the blonde girl who loves colors, and you decided to escape to a party away from Nunca Más, Merlina had stayed writing her novel as usual while you had fun breaking the rules of the extremely tall sexy director Werms. Several times they had sneaked out after ten o'clock curfew and always managed to get Miss Thornhill to cover for them, but not without missing a severe scolding.

They drank a lot of punch and danced all night without stopping. Without realizing it, they lost consciousness of time -apparently- and almost returned at six in the morning.

Alarmed, they hurried to the strange school, where their mother from the dormitory, Marilyn Thornhill, who was also their botany teacher, was waiting for them with a disapproving look. The woman had her arms crossed and a different expression than the usual smile she wore whenever she spoke to you.

"Girls, where were you? Principal Weems knows that you ran away last night and she's not happy with you... I'm starting to get tired of this" she complained about her disobedience.

"Sorry, Miss Thornhill, we won't do it again" you said hoping that the redheaded woman will cover them, again. On several previous occasions the redheaded woman had covered them from the blonde headmistress's wrath, knowing that she was a little scary when she was angry.

"Oh, no Y/n, I won't play along, you cheeky little girl" she spoke harshly deepening her frown, it was terrifying how the redhead could change her mood and go from being cute to being a dominant woman with the potential to kill, and not just with the look "I'm tired of having to cover for them and that they constantly endanger my job again. Listen, I love you, but this time I won't help you, you will have to deal with Weems and his fury without my help" she spoke with the frown. "She wants you to go to her office," he warned.

"I'll go" you said. You could deal more with Weems than Enid -or so you thought-.

"Fine, just go" said the redheaded woman not in the mood to fight two teenagers in distress.

You felt overwhelmed by the whole situation, you really weren't very excited about your visit to the office of the seductive director Weems, you had found yourself distracted a lot of times every time you saw her, admiring her body, her curves, her height too much tall that just looking at her standing made you tremble with excitement before the dominant figure in front of you, her red lipstick that contrasted with her pale skin, her blue eyes like the ocean and her blonde hair. It was gratifying for you to watch her from afar, but when she spoke to you you felt like putty and extremely small in every possible way.

You walked through the great corridors of Ophelia Hall with nervousness occupying your empty stomach, you were anxious -But you didn't know exactly if in a good way- to see the director who occupied all your dirtiest fantasies.

Upon reaching your destination you decided to sigh and knock on the door, you were greeted by a "Come in" from Director Weems and you felt a shiver of adrenaline run through your entire body when you entered and saw her standing in all her great stature, while her body recharged next to the smoking fireplace illuminating the early morning that was still dark.

"Shut the door, Y/N" she said ordering without looking at you. You swallowed and did as ordered by the dominant woman.

You didn't quite know what to do, whether to stand by the door or approach Principal Weems.

"I wonder, how come you and Miss Sinclair have been leaving this place for so long without my permission and I didn't realize it?" She said, this time looking you directly in the eyes, you felt as if she could scan you with her eyes.

"P-please don't involve Enid in this, Director Weems, it's all my decision" you said, although they both knew it wasn't entirely true, Enid always wanted to escape whenever she could to go out to parties.

"I hope you understand, Miss Night, that I will have to punish you. I worry about my students when they need something and you desperately need my correction" he spoke in a seductive tone, his eyes seemed hungry and you felt your legs go weak at his commanding tone.

"I-I understand.. s-ma'am" you said in a weak whisper, trying desperately to hide your voice shaking with excitement.

"Now, now... I'll give you two options, you can spend the rest of the time until school starts staring at a wall with a coin on your nose, or…"She moved closer to you slowly, almost painfully and lifted your chin so that you were looking straight into her eyes. "You can lean over my desk and pull up that too-short skirt that's against the law and I'll spank you until May you turn into a needy, sobbing mess" he spoke too close to your ear and you did your best not to groan.

You couldn't believe she had said that, but you loved her.

"... I-I'll take the second option" you said feeling your face turn red from embarrassment.

The woman smiled "And please tell me, what is the second option, honey?" She asked teasingly.

"P-please don't make me say it."

"Say it, if you don't want worse. I should be harder on you and I can if you don't cooperate, but it would be much more satisfying for me than for you."

"I-I'll say--" you said.

"Come on, I want to hear you."

"I-I... will take the spanking, Principal Weems" you spoke in a low tone.

You felt ashamed to ask the woman in front of you to spank you for your bad behavior.

"Very good" she smiled to herself "Then lift up your skirt and lean over my desk with your hands behind your back" she ordered herself firmly.

"Yes, ma'am" you said in an obedient tone and approached slowly, but a little willingly -although you would never admit it out loud- towards her desk, the woman behind you.

"Come on, obey me and be a good girl and lift up your skirt to receive the punishment you deserve" she spoke, turning on you with her tone.

You didn't hesitate to do what she said and you hiked your skirt up to your back and placed your hands against your back.

She took a large wooden ruler out of her desk drawer and pulled your panties down below your knees leaving you completely exposed to her eyes.

"It will be ten lashes, count for me Miss Night" she said caressing your thighs making you tremble.

"Yes ma'am" you said with your heart beating furiously in your chest.

And Principal Weems struck first.

The ruler against your bare skin made you shiver, the metal was stiff and cold. Your thighs rose for more friction as you felt another blow go straight into your ass painfully, you stifled a moan by biting your lip so Principal Weems wouldn't hear.

She tugged at your hair making you moan in pleasure, she arched an eyebrow at that and smiled "Tell me," the blonde commanded caressing your rear with her bare hand, sending a stab of arousal to your exposed center.

"T-two!" you groaned in surprise and received a spanking too close to your throbbing zone. "S-shit.. Three!"

Larissa spanked your ass very hard this time, making your whole body press painfully against her desk, your breasts aching from the rubbing of the wood.

"Watch your language if you don't want to spank your little pussy with a cane!" She spoke sending shivers through your whole body, she was really turning you on the way she was talking to you and she knew it very well, she was enjoying it.

"S-sorry..." you said under your breath.

She tugged at your hair again and you yelled “What did I tell you to do, Y/N?” she asked dangerously close to your ear.

"C-count... sorry, let's go four lashes ma'am" you answered obediently and she smiled her crimson red smile at you.

"Good girl."

Principal Weems smacked you three times in a row on your thighs and you started to cry a little while you were counting, the last blows were given firmly and were terribly painful, your thighs ached, your butt was red and very battered, you had a couple of tears on your face and most importantly, your center was dripping throbbing.

Larissa must have noticed your obvious arousal at her punishment, because without warning she began to play with your clit, she spread your legs wider as you gasped in surprise and pleasure at being touched by the blonde woman.

"You seem to like my punishment too much, huh?" She teased the blue-eyed blonde "So wet for me" she said running her fingers through your folds.

"Y-yes, ma'am.. just for you" you answered mesmerized by her words.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?” She said out of the blue and you nodded desperately expecting me to finger fuck you.

"Answer appropriately for mommy, little one" she said rubbing your clitoris faster and faster, you couldn't concentrate very well, you only felt your throbbing center.

"Y-yes, mommy... I want you to fuck me" you said and it was enough for her.

The blue-eyed blonde inserted a finger into your heated center and she began to thrust, moaning, gasping and begging, her touch making you too aroused and you wanted more, needed more.

"Do you like this, Y/N? Do you like being fucked like a needy slut by mommy, little girl?" he asked as he played furiously with your clit making you moan long and turning you on even more with his voice, you felt his breath on your heard tremblingly, her voice thick and husky for her own pleasure sending shivers to your wet core, she tugged at your hair and you moaned "do you like that? do you like it when mommy treats you like this?" she questioned with a smile on her attractive lips red, like a majestic redwood.

"Oh yes mommy... I love it..." you said with a shaky voice, tears of despair falling all over your needy face "I want more, please mommy... I need more..." you begged.

Larissa inserted one more finger into your desperately needy center and you moaned at the contact, you needed more, your thighs shaking uncontrollably with pleasure, your eyes black with lust as she turned you around to look at the blonde woman's beautiful face. she looked at you with a look of pride.

"Oww, mommy.. you're so good.." you said.

"So needy..." he said as he stripped off your clothes completely, leaving you alone in a black lace bra, his eyes flashed a dangerous glint "What a sinful sight.. you're exquisite" he spoke and you gasped as he bent down to kiss your belly .

Larissa left wet kisses and red lipstick marks all over your belly, you felt extremely turned on at the thought of her marking you. Then she moved up her caresses and her kisses until your swollen breasts ached with the need for her to touch you, your nipples were erect, Larissa kissed between your breasts making you arch her back.

The blue-eyed woman took off your bra leaving you completely exposed to her hungry eyes, she put her mouth on one of your nipples and played until your legs gave out and felt weak.

"Do you want to cum, little girl?" She asked you and you nodded.

"Please..." you asked pleadingly.

"Ask me correctly and maybe I'll let you do it" she ordered and you didn't hesitate for a second to do it.

"Please ma'am, please... can I cum? I need it so much... please" you desperately begged the woman in front of you.

"So good.. I wish you were like that in class" she said in a disappointing tone.

"S-sorry..." you said.

"Be a good girl for mommy and come on her fingers" Larissa ordered and that was it for you, you came on her fingers and she smiled cheekily.

"What a good girl you are to mom" she smiled at her.

And she loved you.

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[kurdistann]

Chapter 3: Now I Know How Taylor Swift Feels

On Monday, we split up into small groups to visit various professions in Erbil. I went with the group to visit two schools, but first we stopped at the women’s Council ministry. The minister talked about the challenges women face at various levels of their career advancement, the typical hiring problems you might expect, some sexual harassment issues, etc. I was more impressed by her emphasis on their pro- family values. She said there are very few out of wedlock births, so there’s not really an absent father problem. Couples get married, and then have babies. We didn’t see a single homeless person. I’m not saying there’s no problems, all I’m saying is they seem to have minimized some problems that we have let get out of hand.

The two schools we visited were just delightful. The first was a grade school. We walked into a music class, and they played a song for us. We introduced ourselves, they asked some questions, and all of them spoke perfect English and were perfectly behaved. Then the chaos started: When the class was over, we were attacked like we were rock stars! They were so excited to have us visit them, it really was amazing....maybe they don’t have too many visitors. I had a throng of 20 or 30 girls around me, asking me for my autograph, thrusting pen and paper in my face, and I autographed as many as I could. I don’t know who they thought I was….but they told me how pretty I was, how they loved my eye makeup, and would I sign a note to them. (I think it was the colorful pink dress and pink pedicure they liked, if I had to guess.) Now I know how Taylor Swift feels (except for the $1B annual revenue) to have throngs of screaming girls around you!

That afternoon we visited a high school, a public -private partnership school. Again, the students spoke perfect English. This school was established by a Lebanon International series of schools expressly for the children of martyrs, this is, for the children of either victims of genocide or war. And this is the first year the application was opened up to non impacted- families. They were raring to participate in an exchange with Nashville high schools and come to America and eat hamburgers! And their headmistress not only served us tea, but dolma that she had made!

We asked the administrators and principals of these schools what was their biggest problem? They both said, space. They don’t have enough room. It wasn’t drugs, gangs, guns, depression, social media, bullying, suicide, ADHD, etc.

That evening we were invited to a wine reception at the Consulate General compound. This was a walled off section of the city, and we had to go through a lot of security to get through the gate.  Normally, a consul general is a standalone building, but in Erbil, they basically rented about three city blocks in a residential area, so it’s a collection of individual homes fortified all around. BUT, scheduled to open about a year from now is the Erbil CG building, a standalone building, and it is going to be the largest Consulate General structure in the world, covering 50 acres. Two of our group (former mayor Bill Purcell and councilman Robert Swope) toured it, and said it was fantastic. The United States State Department is counting on this area as an important ingredient of their Middle East policy.

A lady named Povis Barzani was there, and she is credited with being the instigator of the whole Kurdish migration to Nashville. Her family was a refugee and was befriended by Bill Derrick, the Father Ryan coach, who gave them a place to stay next door to his home. If you have any connection to Father Ryan, you know who Bill Derrick is and you probably had a Derrick in your class. Ms. Barzani is my age and grew up practically as a sister to Ann Derrick, classmate and fellow basketball teammate at FR. Small world kind of story to run into a classmate’s friend in Iraq!. Sidenote: Bill Derrick is also credited with breaking the racial barrier in sports in the South. As Father Ryan’s basketball coach, he set up the first interracial basketball game. Big stuff and a man with quite a legacy.

I must take a moment to tell you about the American Deputy Consul General in Erbil, Ms. Zehra Bell. We also met her security team headed by Marc Smith, a handsome man with chiseled muscles you could see under his tailored suit. It was a little hard to talk to Marc, I guess when you’re in the security business, you don’t really chitchat very much. It wasn’t until about five hours later, at dinner, that he ended up giving Jack his contact information because Jack was interested in his source for cufflinks! Also, his daughter is in pharmacy residency in Nashville at Tri -Star hospital. Of course we invited him to stay with us if he visits her. Erbil is one of only a handful of American foreign Consulates where no family members are allowed to live, so your family is not with you while your on an Erbil post. How’s that for a warning sign? In fact, the official US state department warning sign is “Do Not Travel“ to Iraq in general. They have all begged the state department to change their travel warnings about Iraq to list the Kurdistan section as “Safe To Travel“. That would go along way towards changing the mindset/stereotype of this part of the world.

They are all on one year contracts. Zehra is going to Paris next, where her husband is able to join her there. Mark is going to Georgia (USA), and two of his guys were headed to Haiti and Budapest.

The US Consul General treated our entire group to an incredible dinner at the Erbil equestrian center, where those who wanted could actually ride horses. It was, for Jack, the tamest horse riding experience he’s ever had! Could you imagine Ibraham riding a horse like this?

[bl1ngringz]

THURSDAY'S CHILD

pairing: ajax x reader, a bit of enid x reader if you squint

warnings: none, basically just fluff, a litte bit of ooc

a/n: first time writng for wedneday! this was mainly inspired by txt song and morticias poem!

– a sister? you have a sister and you never told me? and she is coming to study here?

enid excitedly paced back and forth in the center of the room she shared with Wednesday who, unlike her roommate, was sitting on her bed packing a small bag.

– I saw no reason to share this and there was no period when it was useful to comment on this fact. besides, I had already spoken on the day of visitation

this made enid stop pacing the room for a few seconds, vaguely remembering seeing a girl in a school uniform with the wednesday family for a few seconds. she didn't remember her face well, only that it was very different from her wed.

– and what is she like? is she like you? and she's got a little hand like-hey, where are you going?

– I'm going to return some things. we used to play psycho killer, it will be a disappointment if she doesn't know if she turns around on her own. by this time, thursday must already be exploring.

and she was right. you had just left the principal's office after orientation about the school, your dorm and your class schedule.

y/n addams, aka thursday, and now the sister of wednesday addams as she would likely be known for the next few days, walked carefully through the school hallways.

right, left, stairs…which stairs? this school more complicated than her old one, as the headmistress wanted her to find out easily? she regretted not having asked her sister to come to her.

but what would be the fun in looking for her to try to scare her later then?

as she walked carefully with a small bag, she was the target of stares from some students passing by, confused by the new face they hadn't seen.

– hey, do you need any help? you seem to be quite confused where to go

turning, she looked at the boy who was talking to her: tall, blue cap with something that definitely wasn't hair threatening to come out. a friendly smile occupied his face.

"that must be the gargoyle boy that wednesday mentioned"

– if you don't tell wednesday addams about this, I would appreciate it if you would guide me to where the dorms are. from there i can go alone

this elicited a small expression of surprise, which lasted for a few seconds before returning to the small smile, from the boy who walked beside her.

– it's easy to get there, you were on the way. by the way, you're the new student, right? my name is ajax

– my name is y/n, but you can call me thursday, usually everyone calls me that

– like the poem? thursday has…

– far to go. exactly

walking side by side, a few short laughs were exchanged along with smiles during the short walk. a friendly conversation that, despite being the first, made people outside think they were longtime friends

– and her colleague is enid. you guys will probably get along, she gets along with pretty much everyone

– she's the werewolf, isn't she? I've heard quite a bit about her!

finally arriving in front of her dorm, you knocked on the door and, while waiting for your roommate to answer, ajax couldn't help but bring up a small topic. there was no need, she just felt it was better than just saying "bye" and going back to her chores.

– so what's your third class tomorrow?

– I think botanical sciences, I'm pretty sure of that

a small smile appeared on the boy's face.

– we are in the same class. do you want to have lunch together after class tomorrow? I can show you more from here

– would be coo-

you were interrupted by the dorm door opening, revealing yoko, divina and, surprisingly, enid, who cut the girl off, greeted her and led her into the room, leaving only you to give a thumbs up.

that made the teenager give a small laugh before walking back to his primordial path before anyone asked about his presence there.

really, thurday has far to go. and both of them were excited about that

[kingpreciouswrld]

Cara Mia...

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Wednesday's older sister attends Nevermore and falls for a certain principle. The infamous Addams' Love at first Sight.

A/N: This is a mix of two requests that I got. I don't think I did either of them justice but this is what I could come up with. Not as much Larissa in this but I tried so please be nice ;-;

Since the beginning of life you have been told of the infamous spiel of ‘love at first sight’ that occurs within the life of an Addams.

You’ve seen it with your parents, you’ve seen it happen to your Uncle Fester, hell you’ve seen it happen to Thing. Within your 18 years of life, not once have you experienced this phenomenon. And you don’t plan on experiencing it.

It was a gloriously gloomy Tuesday when your parents had determined that you also had to attend this…Nevermore Academy. They told you that as the eldest Addams child, you should set an example to your younger siblings, especially Wednesday during this ‘troubling’ time of hers. You didn’t have a choice really yet you didn’t really fight the decision.

You didn’t share your sister’s visions. You got a werewolf gene. However, you were able to tame it and thus your family let you go to a normal school. You didn’t care for it. You were sick of normies and sick of their existence. You were also able to help Wednesday get revenge on those jocks who bullied Pugsley. This decision of yours was probably the reason why you didn’t fight your parents on going to Nevermore Academy. If it wasn’t for Wednesday’s piranhas, you would’ve turned and let those jocks have it.

The whole family came to show their support for you and Wednesday going to Nevermore. You sat in the back next to Wednesday, trying not to gag as your parents were gushing over each other. Your mother hummed at your reaction before peeling herself away from your father, “You will understand when you find your person.” 

You opted to look out the window as your mother and father talked to your sister. “Your mother attended Nevermore, and she learned to control her visions, didn’t you mon cher?”

“Oh yes, that’s where your father and I met. With the help of my roommate, your father and I shared that special moment. It truly was love at first sight.”

You rolled your eyes and you're sure Wednesday would’ve rolled her eyes as well.

Your mother went on, “A little crow told me that Larissa is now the headmistress, oh she’s just the best. You’ll meet her very soon and see for yourselves. I’m sure she’ll take very good care of you two.”

Humming in response, you watched as the school came into sight. It wasn’t as big as you thought it was and no one was outside to greet you. It seemed like a good school already.

—

Heading into the school, your mother and father looked around in awe as they started to reminisce. Lurch and Thing stayed in the car as you and Wednesday took after your parents.

Morticia had led you all to the headmistress’ office and knocked gently.

“Come in.”

Your head tingled at the sound of that voice.

With your mother leading the way, you all filed into the office and as you laid eyes on her time felt like it stopped.

She was ethereal.

Nothing in this world, in this dimension, could compare to the woman in front of you. Her snow white hair that was perfectly coiffed to the right. Her plump red ruby lips that contrasted against her alabaster skin. Her deep blue ocean eyes that stared right into your soul. Her whole being called out to you and you could tell she felt it too.

Is this what your parents were talking about? What was this feeling?

“Y/n, did you hear me? Are you alright?”

You subtly shook your head, snapping yourself out of…whatever you were in, “Sorry, what was that?”

“Darling, Principal Weems was talking to you,” your mother said.

Larissa Weems’ smile softened as she watched you turn your attention back to her, “I was saying, dear, that I put you in the same hall as your mother and your sister. Ophelia Hall. Is that alright with you?”

You nodded dumbly, you’d do anything she’d say in a heartbeat. What was this feeling?

“Yes, yes that’s alright Principal Weems.”

“Please, I was friends with your parents, in private you may call me Larissa.”

“O-Of course, Larissa…”

Larissa smiled softly and nodded once before standing.

And oh boy when she stood, that feeling you first felt came back in full force. This woman was an amazon goddess. A beautiful stallion. Although you were tall yourself, she still beat you in height, especially in her beautiful heels.

Wednesday seemed to sense something off about you as she pushed you to stand straighter.

“Well then, if you will follow me, I will show you to your dorms.”

— — — — — — —

You luckily didn’t have to share a dorm as you were only put in Ophelia Hall because of your mother and they didn’t have anymore roommates to bunk up with people. You were happy, or, as happy as an Addams could be, since you weren’t really a people person anyway. 

Watching from a window, you looked on as your parents said their goodbyes to your sister. They were more worried about her than you and so you stayed behind, not needing to be sent off by them.

You heard a pair of heels click their way towards your window and you felt that spike in your heart shoot through the roof.

Larissa on the other hand wanted to know more about you, you intrigued her more than your father had when they were kids. She immediately felt this tug on her heart when she first saw you. At first she thought that it was anxiousness at seeing Gomez and Morticia again but this…this seemed different.

It felt as if her heart came alive in your presence. She had a strong urge to be in your presence, to hold you, comfort you, and protect you. Larissa never felt like this before and she wanted to know why this feeling only came about when you were within her sights.

The white haired woman gently laid a hand on your shoulder, "Not one for goodbyes I assume?"

"They only care about Wednesday being here. As the eldest Addams, I'm just here as support. There's no need for them to say their goodbyes to me."

Larissa frowned slightly, she didn't like the fact that you thought you weren't important here. On the contrary, you were or well, you are becoming important to her. "Nonsense. I'm sure they care about their eldest coming back to their Alma Mater. You'll see."

Maybe.

— — — — — 

As the months went by you and Larissa had gotten closer. Yes you were a student and teacher duo but no one batted an eye when it came to the two of you. You were only 18 so you were just barely able to attend this school anyway.

But you loved the time you spent with the headmistress. She'd ask for your help with checking in on students and although many students thought you were absolutely weird, you did as you were told to do. Your relation to Wednesday made 'making friends' a bit hard but you liked it that way.

You only needed Larissa. At least, it felt like that to you.

It came time to plan for the Rave'N and Larissa asked if you'd like to help. You said yes immediately.

You didn't pick out the all-white theme as Larissa did that (you really liked the color black too much), but you did help set up decorations and you went out to buy Wednesday's dress. Of course you stuck with Wednesday's color palette and got her a lacy black dress that surprisingly had a collar. It was perfect for your sister.

All that was left to do was attend the actual dance.

As a student at Nevermore, you did have your share of friends. You also had a share of admirers (much to the dislike of Weems) yet the only person you wanted to go with was somewhat out of your reach.

There was still the fact that you were a student and she was the principal. Your heart wanted to jump out of that boundary but your mind was holding you back. There were many times where your heart wanted to cross those lines, and you were sure Larissa felt the same. You were certain.

Yet there was always that nagging little voice in the back of your head.

Wednesday could tell that something was going on with you. As much as she spent time with Thing or Enid, you never hung out with your friends unless you were forced to. And so she went about investigating.

On occasion she would follow you to Weems' office and would eavesdrop on your conversations. At times she would hear laughter, yet it didn't belong to Weems.

You didn't laugh…did you? Were you actually happy?

It was clear as day that you were smitten with the principal and Wednesday could see your internal struggle. As a little sister, the least she could do was show some support. So, the night of the dance, she walked over to you and slapped you in the face.

It took you by surprise, you were just enjoying a yet-ini and you were ready to throw down with Wednesday but Thing stopped you by gripping your shoulder.

"Stop overthinking it. Ask her to dance. She's looking over here right now and I'd appreciate it if you stop the insipid googly eyes as it's reminding me of mother and father."

With that, Wednesday simply walked away.

You were left stunned. Was it really that obvious? Should you go for it? But what if–

Wednesday had shot you another look and you gave her a definite nod back. She looked pleased and went back to talking with Enid.

You did pass Larissa as you walked in the doors. She looked as magnificent as ever. You watched in awe as she gushed over her students and saw how happy she was that everyone was enjoying themselves. The passion she had for her job and the protectiveness she had for her students made your heart lurch in your chest. She was truly too good for this world, maybe too good for you, but you bet your ass that you wouldn’t show her how much she meant to you.

Mentally shaking yourself off, you turned towards the doors before you noticed that she wasn’t there anymore. Maybe this was a sign. Yeah. Maybe you—

“May I have this dance y/n?”

You turned to find Larissa right behind you with a hand waiting for you. Gladly taking her hand, she pulled you close by the waist and began guiding you in a waltz, “Cara mia…”

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A/N: I'm so sorry I stopped it right there but I got too tired to finish it :/ We'll see if I have the energy and motivation for a part 2 xD but hope you guys enjoyed!

[mrs-harkness]

The Teacher’s Assistant

Part 1

Larissa Weems x Fem Normie Reader

Word count- 1566

Hey guys. First time writing for Wednesday, and in a while really so hopefully it isn’t too bad. I fell in love with Larissa and as a teacher assistant myself, this fic just happened. Reader is a little unaware at first, so give her some time. She is innocent. Larissa is out to get that. Hope you enjoy!  

The rain hit the conservatory windows with force, clouding any view you may have had of the students wandering around outside during classes. It was loud but calming, drowning out the world around you and even better, your thoughts. You sighed, content. It was hard being here sometimes. You were a "Normie" just like the teacher you worked with, Ms. Thornhill. You were the only ones in the school with no supernatural abilities. You were outcasts among the outcasts.

"Y/N, are you alright?" A voice from behind you came. "AHH!" You screamed, nearly jumping out of your skin. You turned around to see Ms. Thornhill, an amused look on her face. You swallowed and struggled to regain your composure, but you smiled anyway. "You okay?" Ms. Thornhill asked, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me. Didn't hear you come in," you said, chuckling. Ms. Thornhill laughed in response. "I would say." You smiled and blushed. You loved working under Ms. Thornhill. She was so kind and felt slightly like a mentor or mother figure. You just trusted her and could tell she was a good person. She smiled lovingly and then drew in a breath, huffing."Well, I didn't come here just to scare the pants off you. Weems is looking for you."

Immediately your face fell. Principal Weems frightened you in a peculiar way that you couldn't exactly put your finger on. You tried to stay out of her way and especially her office, but you had been called there more times lately than you preferred. "Again? Did she say why?" Ms. Thornhill shook her head, smiling weakly. She could see Weems's new interest in you too, and the discomfort that followed every time. "She just said she needed to speak with you." You nodded, sighing. You put down the sheers in your hand onto the flower box and headed to the door. "Hey, Y/N. Don't worry about it. It just means she likes you," you heard Thornhill say from over your shoulder. You looked and smiled half-heartedly, nodding. 

You pushed open the door, stepping out into the wind and rain. It soaked through your clothes quickly. You had a feeling someone was watching you and looked up through wet eyelashes towards your destination: Ms. Weems's office. You weren't sure if it was the rain clouding your vision but you thought you saw Ms. Weems in her window, staring in your direction. The breath in your chest caught, and you blinked away the rain from your eyes. The figure in the distance was gone if it was ever truly there. You tried not to freak yourself out by convincing yourself she was watching and waiting for you, but you had this nagging feeling that wouldn't go away that she had been in the window hoping to see you come out of the greenhouse.

 You made the trek up to her door and paused. Maybe you could just say you had some work to catch up on with Marilyn and if you didn't do it, the class would be behind tomorrow. You knew it wouldn't work though. You can't avoid the boss when she's looking for you. You slowly raise your hand to knock on the door when suddenly it opens for you. Once again you jump, but this time thankfully no audible response. Out pops Wednesday Addams. She stops in her tracks, looking at you with her famous glare. She stays there for a moment before nodding slightly and passing by you. You believe that is a sign of her wishing you luck, but you were just glad she didn't absolutely hate you. Wednesday was enjoyable to be around in her own way and you wanted her tolerance. 

Once Wednesday was no longer blocking your view, you could see the headmistress standing at her window, searching. You were almost certain she was looking for you once again. You lightly knocked on the door, making her jump. She turned around quickly and when her eyes met yours, a smile spread across her face. "Ms. Y/n, come in. And please, shut the door behind you," she said in her deep and intoxicating voice.  No, not intoxicating. That would be weird. You pushed the door closed and listened as the latch clicked. Now you were truly alone. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as the heat began to crawl up the back of your neck and onto your cheeks. You slowly turned around to face her and saw her seated at the corner of her desk. She sat regally, back straight, and her long legs crossed at the knees with an almost sly smile painted on her face. You gulped and hoped it wasn't noticeable. Weems gestured towards the chairs in her office and you slowly sat down. You never took your eyes off her as you lowered yourself into the chair. Your eyes wandered down her legs, but you suddenly caught yourself stopping at her thighs. You immediately turned your head to the left, focusing on the flames of the fireplace instead. You didn't see Larissa's smile widen at this. There was a moment of silence before it began to feel like you were being stared at. You cleared your throat and turned back to Larissa. You smiled weakly and cleared your throat. "Ms. Thornhill said you wanted to see me?" you said, forcing your tone of voice to be as even as possible. "Yes, I wanted to check in with you to see how you were adjusting."

You cocked your eyebrow. That's what the last meeting was about. You licked your lips and you saw Larissa bite her lip. It seemed like all the breath left your lungs. Why were you so afraid of this woman?

“Uh, you know. As good as the last time you asked me," you said with a chuckle. It was Larissa's turn to blush now. You felt the corner of your mouth turn into a smile, but you quickly shoved it down back inside of you. 

"Oh silly me, I must have forgotten that conversation," she said, trailing off. She stood up and sauntered over to the fireplace.  Now it was your turn to bite your lip. This woman did things to you that you couldn't describe and you could only sum up to being intimidation. She stared at you for a moment before looking into the cackling flames of the fireplace.

 "I am a very busy woman so sometimes I forget, so please forgive me. But I didn't just call you up to my office to ask you about that. I was actually wondering if you were available on Friday night around 7 PM?"

"For what?" you immediately spat out. It came out harsh and you wanted to smack yourself.

 "For a meeting to sit down and discuss your duties and what more you could be doing around Nevermore," she said, very flat this time. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that," you said. You don't know why you said it but you didn't want her to think you were rude. That is the last thing you wanted. You didn't know why, maybe because she was your boss, but you wanted her to like you. She turned to you and her face softened. She nodded and walked over to your chair. You had to look up, allowing your eyes to travel slowly up her form before falling to lock eyes with her. She loomed over you and you gulped. This time you knew she see it. You couldn't be sure, but you thought she looked down at your mouth. Did you have something on your face?

"It's okay darling. And don't worry about discussing what you could be doing, it's more just like a 90-day review. You are doing wonders here and we are happy to have you. Especially me," She said this with a wink and everything in your body felt like it melted into a puddle. You were frightened and intrigued. Maybe spending time with the boss wasn't so bad. With that, Larissa left your side and went back to sit behind her intimidating desk in the center of the room. "So I will see you here at 7 PM on Friday?" she almost purred.

"Yes Mistress," you replied. This time she didn't try to hide the smirk that crossed her face. She regained her composure though and motioned to the door. 

"You may go now, darling. That is all I needed. I will see you on Friday."

With that you stood up and hurried towards the door, only turning back when you reached the large wooden frame. She was still looking at you, but instead of turning and meeting her eyes, you saw she was looking down. She was looking at your butt. You quickly turned around to face her completely. She quickly looked up a blush on her face to match yours. You covered your backside with your hands, walking out of the door backward to ensure that whatever she had seen was out of sight. The rain must have soaked through your clothes and your skirt must have shown the lines to your underwear. You had really managed to embarrass yourself. You shut the door immediately and leaned against it sighing. Despite being an utter mess during that whole thing, a smile slowly crept on to your face. Maybe you weren't as afraid of her as you thought, because the more you thought about it, the more your heart warmed.

  Friday. 7 Pm. Larissa. Me.

[daydream-cement]

Hello 👋 it's my first time requestiong so hopefully i do this shit right and not rant about Gwendoline Christie,

If you aren't too busy (ive been stalking your page and i know you're doing your final or maybe i was late) could you do a male reader like just a student being platonically in love with principal weems, like just flirts and either larissa just scolds them or laughs, r just got dared to do that by yoko or something, sorry if it isn't too specific i wanna let your creativity go thru (cuz it sure was on Stately Sequoia)

Breakin' My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes)

Characters: Larissa Weems x m!reader

Authors Note: If I need to fix the tag or reader description someone pls let me know. I am new to writing fanfic on tumblr and i wanna make sure i make everyone feel included in my writing. also this was so much fun to write thank u @kichuusomalive

"Everyone watch out! Smoke show coming through." You shout from your perch on a railing as Principal Weems starts up a light of stairs nearby. You had been sitting around chatting with your friends about the eminent Poe Cup. She glances up at you with a roll of her eyes as usual.

You had started your time as a bit of a troublemaker at Nevermore, spending many days in Headmistress Weems office. Slowly you built a relationship with one another based on mutual understanding, allowing you to manifest a relationship where you were allowed to tease Principal Weems. You really did love her, but not anything more as a trusted confidant.

"Watch it, Mr. L/n." She shot back, causing you to offer her a bright smile of innocence.

"Of course, Larissa." You offer with a fake look of seriousness with a stern nod.

"I'll give you three seconds. Go to class." You knew your luck had run out for the moment. You tugged your friends sleeve as you jogged off to homeroom.

------

You had been working on homework during your lunch period when your friend elbowed you, signaling that Weems had entered the cafeteria.

You toss up a hand waving at her, "Good afternoon, Principal Weems!"

She couldn't hide her smile as she saw you waving, offering a small wave in return. Larissa was there to have a discussion with the lunch supervisor, but she took a detour to visit your table.

"How are you doing this afternoon, y/n?" She offered with a polite smile, always trying to keep it professional with you. Truly you were her favorite student at Nevermore. While you had a pension for troublemaking, she always enjoyed your sense of humor. Plus whenever you complimented her, she never had the feeling that you were actually making fun of her.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Principal?" You ask, narrowing your eyebrows and leaning your chin into your palm, trying to look very intentional about your question.

"Yes. You. Yesterday." Larissa retorted, with a deep breath, obviously hiding a smile.

"Sorry, Principal Weems. I just like to remind you." You nod vigorously, causing Larissa to shake her head with (fake) annoyance. Your tablemates couldn't hide their smiles at your words.

"Glad to see your sense of humor hasn't changed, Mr. L/n." Larissa turned around to return to her initial task.

You call back after her, "No humor here, Principal Weems. Just a love for the finer things in this world."

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"I heard you are performing at the talent show this semester, Mr. L/n." Larissa stated as you sat in the armchair in front of her desk. You had simply come in to chat and catch up, enjoying Principal Weems quick wit. You had pulled the armchair up close so you could fiddle with the jar on her desk that contained a shrunken head. Weems was too focused on her computer to scold you.

"I am. Actually, I'm dedicating my song to you." She glanced up from her computer with a deep breath and a shake of her head.

"I can't wait to see." Larissa smiled, knowing that this would be extremely funny, but also potentially embarrassing if you made a scene.

"No worries. I'll keep it classy for my favorite girl." You nod with a big smile across your face, earning you a one way ticket out of Principal Weems office.

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You looked out across the audience as you finished your performance, looking for Principal Weems. Once you spotted her, she had one hand covering her eyes and she was shaking her head. Even from on the stage you could see the fraction of a smile that graced her lips, shoulders shaking as she was laughing.

You had prefaced your performance with saying that you were performing this song for the love of your life. Then you and your closest friends performed Breakin' My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes) by Mint Condition.

Principal Weems met you backstage afterwards, her hands clasped in front of her. Her face was quite serious, "First off, Mr. L/n, my eyes are blue. Secondly, while I find your antics to be quite amusing, you simply cannot keep joking about being in love with me."

"Why, Larissa, who ever said I was joking?" You stood directly in front of her, allowing her to tower over you. At this point she couldn't hide her smile, she wished she hadn't found you to be such a charming kid.

"Watch it."

[kyuriin-chan]

Tyler Galpin x OC

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.369

POV Tyler

I sat in silence in my room. 

My thoughts were constantly buzzing around in my head and I didn't know what to do with myself.

I am a monster.

With a loud sigh, I collapsed onto my pillow and thought about everything. Only now did I really realize how much I was being manipulated.

I had lied to everything and everyone and only listened to Laurel's wishes. My wishes and interests took a backseat. And by the time everything became clear to me, it was already too late. 

I wasn't even sure why students from Nevermore stood up for me.

That was a few months ago and I'm still plagued by severe pangs of conscience. Nevermore was temporarily closed and I had to continue working in the Café under supervision.

I was glad that the school was closed for the time being. Not because the headmistress was killed by Laurel, but because I didn't have to endure the many scowls just yet.

Although my father became a little more open, I still felt his fear towards me.

Nevermore also found a new principal who was very adamant about not hiding secrets to make the school safer for her students. She dealt intensively with my case and showed a lot of sympathy, even though I had absolutely no idea why.

She told me that I would find my purpose at Nevermore and that she would help me in any way she could.

Everything confused me.

My father, then the nice headmaster and the handling of my case.

And then that funny book, which the new headmistress, Miss Galdorne, had suddenly dug up? There was a full chapter on Hydes and what made them tick.

From looks to behavior-patterns to taming.

Of course, my father immediately took advantage of this and pushed me away. 

Annoyed, I sat back up and looked over at my desk. I looked at a thick old book bound in leather. The cover read "Magical Creatures and Their Nature".

I got up and slowly reached for the book. It was difficult and actually I didn't want to find out more about this monster in me. Still, I went back to my bed, sat down, and opened the book.

Numerous creatures were listed and I searched for the letter "H". I flipped to page 234 and there was a portrait of a Hyde. I looked at the picture for a while and remembered my first transformation.

I woke up in the woods completely confused and covered in blood. I remember telling Wednesday how much I loved to kill, but all I really wanted to do was get the upper hand and show her for once that she wasn't at right. I just couldn't think straight and was so angry, mostly at myself.

I continued to read the passage and didn't come up with anything particularly interesting.

Hydes can have a master, which isn't his real master?

I looked at the section in confusion.

"Hydes can have a master, but a normal master can be replaced by the soul mate. Hydes can also form alliances of various kinds.

A Hyde has only one true love and feels its effects at first sight.

Only true love can tame a Hyde.

However, be careful!  A Hyde is extremely possessive of his other half and would kill for her!"

I slowly lowered the book, closed it and put it on my bed next to me.

I'm supposed to find true love!?

My mind was racing again and I imagined what it would be like to find true love. I had never loved Wednesday, that was also clear to me. Still, I liked her style very much, she was different.

Actually, I didn't want to go to Nevermore. 

I didn't want to be labeled as a monster and I couldn't look the other students in the eye, especially Wednesday. Nothing justified these murders, not even manipulation. I should've been stronger, should have stuck to what's right.

I thought again about the section and what the Headmistress had told me.

She wanted to help me, but how?

My brooding was interrupted by the ringing of our house bell. I rolled my eyes when I heard my dad say, "Tyler, please answer the door, I'm busy here!".

Annoyed, I moved towards the door and opened it. It was a rainy day and I was glad I didn't have to work today. In front of me was a woman with a red umbrella.

"Hi Tyler. Do you have a minute for me?", she asked kindly and I let her in, knowing I couldn't get out of the whole thing anyway.

I led her towards the living room and she sat down on the couch after hanging up her jacket and putting her umbrella in a corner.

"How are you?", she asked, looking at me with a neutral gaze. She was quite a young headmistress, most would say.  She also stood out with her striking green eyes and red hair.

I had to swallow hard.

"Tyler, I understand how difficult this is for you, but I don't want you to think of yourself as a monster", she said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Have you read the book?", she asked me and I gave her an unsure look. I cleared my throat quietly and just said, "a part...yes..."

She gave me an encouraging nod and put her hands on her lap.

"Maybe you skipped or forgot that part, but a master like you had clouds your senses. Laurel Gates had full control over you and that's why these are her crimes, not yours", she continued, staring at the little coffeetable in front of her.

I just nodded and hoped that she would finally leave me alone, but that didn't happen.

"I want to give you something", she began, rummaging in her bag. She pulled a small bottle out of it and put it on the table. Inside the bottle was a clear substance that glowed slightly.

"This is a very special serum. This is the Lunanekra-serum, which you must take before you go to bed." She looked at me and I took the bottle in my hand. I stared at the contents and then gave her a confused look.

"What's the point of that?", I asked, causing Miss Galdorne to smile.

"This will help you in your search for your partner. You will be able to anticipate impressions in the dream and hopefully be able to identify her better," she explained and continued to look at me encouragingly.

"And there's one more thing. I'm supposed to give you this from Miss Addams", she said, holding out a folded sheet of paper, which I hesitantly picked up.

POV Seraphina

I carefully read the letter that had just arrived a few minutes ago. The black ink completely caught my attention. After a few more lines, my eyes widened in astonishment and I covered my mouth with my hand.

I stared at the next few lines and looked back up at my father, who was smiling at me.

"But Dad... I don't want to leave home!", I said indignantly, looking to the side. Understanding, he sat down next to me and hugged me with one arm.

"The school will certainly do you good, my darling. You will make new friends and learn new things", he said encouragingly.

I looked up at him and had to sigh.

My parents wanted me to go to Nevermore for a long time, but I was always turned down because of their heritage.

"And what about Micah?" I asked, hoping my parents would reconsider.

"Micah will come to visit you. We have already spoken to Headmistress Galdorne and she doesn't want to break you up", my father explained and I just nodded.

"Pack your things sweetheart, I'm sure you'll like it there", my father said as he got up and put my suitcase next to me. He walked out of my room and closed the door behind him.

I looked a little annoyed at my empty suitcase. Maybe my father was right. It has always been difficult for me to make friends, I was just an outsider.

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The Second Year

Series Masterlist ||  Read on AO3

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

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//-//

You missed the train in your second year.

You and Tony overslept after staying up late watching a television series, and Jarvis mentioned that he had to pick up some packages from your father at the Ministry of Magic, so he wasn't home to wake you up or take you two to the station.

It was already half past eleven when you both woke up.

"You lost your mind." You said to your brother as you watched him put your school luggage into the trunk of the muggle car your father had bewitched. Tony laughed, ignoring your protests.

"We can drive there, and then I'll charm the car to come back. No one will know."

"We could wait for Jarvis to come back too." You retort but Tony denies it.

"Jarvis will be at Mystery all day, you know how bureaucratic these orders from daddy are." He argues. "Come on, it'll be all right."

Things were not all right.

Tony couldn't control the car after you guys arrived on the Hogwarts grounds, since the magical barrier destabilized the entire muggle structure of the vehicle.

"That shouldn't happen." He grumbled as the car began to vibrate and its image became almost frosted before it returned to normal. 

"Tony, we're falling." You said, and your brother tried to pull the steering up, but the car did not obey.

A loud noise later, and you two landed hard against a tall tree. The Whomping Willow.

"I should have known that the Starks would think they can do anything in this school." Said Professor Erik Lehnsherr as soon as you were rescued from the top of the Willow, and taken to Principal Harkness' office.

"We're sorry, Professor Lehnsherr" You asked while your brother just clenched his jaw at the provocation. You nudged him in the ribs and he crossed his arms, apologizing afterwards.

"Sorry I'm late Erik, we're having some problems in the greenhouses" Principal Harkness said as she entered the room, she smiled at you and your brother, her posture was friendly and good humored, very different from the other man in front of you. "What was the immeasurable problem that you mentioned?" she scoffed lightly and Erik cleared his throat before speaking.

"The Stark siblings arrived at the castle in a magically enchanted muggle car, Headmistress." He narrated and Agatha blinked in surprise. "They broke at least three hundred laws of the institute of International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, and on top of that, they caused the damage to the Whomping Willow, which has been at the school since before they were born!"

"Wow, that's pretty serious." Commented the teacher, and Erik frowns in surprise at her tone. "Tell me, what spell did you use?"

Tony blinked in confusion, the principal was not angry. She was just curious. Before he could answer, however, Professor Erik let out an exclamation.

"Agatha, they broke the law and..."

"Are you the principal, Erik?"

"I... No, but..."

"That's what I thought." She interrupts with a sharp smile. "Give them some punishment, I don't know, a month's detention, those things we do here."

"Agatha, I think..."

"That's all, Erik, thank you."

Professor Lehnsherr looked as shocked as you. The principal waved with a smile at you as you left the room in company with the professor.

"Starting tomorrow, boy, you will be in detention with me every day." Announced Erik sternly to his brother. "And you, girl, I will discuss the conditions of your punishment with the head of your house and you can be sure I will tell him everything that happened in that garden." 

You and Tony swallowed dryly, intimidated by the menacing posture of the adult in front of you.

"To your dorms immediately." He ordered, and you walked side by side to the stairwell.

//-//

"I can't believe you did that!" Gamora impressedly remarked as soon as you joined her at the Slytherin table the next day, Nebula and Mantis by her side.

"Everyone is talking about it now." Nebula added as she ate some cereal. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked around. There really were curious looks being cast at you.

"It was an accident." You said. "The car wasn't supposed to break down."

"It was dangerous and irresponsible." Rebutted Nebula without looking at you. "Typically Gryffindor, so my opinion is that you are walking around with Quill too much."

You rolled your eyes, laughing lightly.

"Hey, soon I'm going to start thinking you're from Slytherin, punk." Announced Tony as he approached the table, Steve and Bucky behind them. 

"You wish." You teased lightly. Noticing the quidditch uniforms, you bit the inside of your cheek. "Do you have practice now?"

"No, we' re just going to play a little bit." He says. "There's really nothing to improve here."

Steve and Bucky laugh at Tony's cocky statement, and you roll your eyes, smiling a little.

"You're so full of yourself, aren't you, Tony?" Steve says afterwards.

" That''s just facts." He retorts, reaching out to steal one of your toasts. "See you later, kid."

After they leave, Gamora looks at you.

"Did you tell him you're going to try out for the team?"

"No." You reply with a chuckle. "I want it to be a surprise."

//-//

The following week, tryouts for the quidditch team were being held at the stadium, and all the team captains, including the Flight teacher, James Rhodes, were present. 

He arranged the students in rows, and when Steve Rogers saw you he smiled encouragingly, waving. Tony walked over to you, equally excited.

"Pesty, why didn't you tell me you were going to take the test?" He asked as he hugged you quickly, and you felt your cheeks heat up as your classmates looked at you two with curiosity.

"It was a surprise." You retorted smiling and Tony messed up your hair before walking back with the other captains.

"We'll start with trios among everyone, and then separate you by houses." Announced Professor Rhodes with a smile. "Good luck everyone."

Your first trio were two students from Gryffindor that you didn't know. You would have liked to have taken the test with Peter, but he took the test with Pietro Maximoff, who had a wicked grin on his face, and almost knocked Peter off his broomstick when they were flying together. You grimaced angrily, and Wanda Maximoff glared back at you, as if daring you to do something against her brother. You rolled your eyes, and tried to pay attention to your own test. 

"Hey, could you try to stop that bludger for me to throw?" Asked the short boy who was from the trio you were facing. He was from Hufflepuff, and his name was Peter Parker, but you actually never met him, and you only knew his name because the blond Ravenclaw girl in the stands was cheering him on.

"Sure, i got it." You said waiting for the bludger to arrive. You blinked in surprise when the object changed course in the air. The bludger wasn't going to mess up your test, or hit any of your friends, but on that course, it was going to hit Pietro right in the back. You sighed, hesitating. Then you shouted, "Yoy, Maximoff, look out!"

Pietro blinked in surprise at your warning, and managed to duck at the last second. You didn't look at him again.

Next, your partner was Peter Quill, thank goodness. He smiled charmingly at you riding beside him, and you nudged him slightly.

You were going up against two other students who looked older, but neither you nor Peter were intimidated.

"Come on brat, you don't want to embarrass your brother, do you?" taunted one of the boys as you prepared to hit back the bludger coming from Pietro's direction. You barely thought about it, and shot back, hitting the boy who had provoked you right in the chest.

He let out a sharp exclamation of pain, and fell backward. You blinked in fright, and dove in with the broom, grabbing him by the cape just moments before he hit the ground. You let go of him next, the boy had a pained expression as he massaged your chest. But he looked annoyed at you next.

"Pay attention to your surroundings." Said someone next to you. You looked up to notice Professor Rhodes looking at the two of you seriously. You swallowed dryly, flying away afterwards.

You made it to the Hufflepuff team. Your brother smiled contentedly, waving to you as he greeted Wanda, who also made the Slytherin team.

After the Quidditch tryouts, you had a few classes, and then your first detention.

You were going to help the elves with the castle services, and were almost glad to know that you didn't get the same detention as Tony: cleaning the greenhouse.

In the second week, one of the elves asked you to seek a special concoction from Professor Lehnsherr, so you walked to the potions room.

"I am so disappointed with you, girl." You heard a male voice say from inside the room, the door ajar. For some reason, you hesitated to enter. "I told you before, you can't lose control. That puts everything at risk."

"I'm sorry, papa." Mumbled a female voice, almost tearful. "It won't happen again."

You raised your hand to knock, not wanting to be nosy. But the door opened in front of you. Professor Erik Lehnsherr had his hand outstretched in the air, and you swallowed dryly, feeling your cheeks flush.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily and you shifted your weight between your feet, recognizing Wanda in the room. 

"S-sorry to interrupt professor." You said. "I am looking for the cleansing potion for the elves. You know, for my detention."

Erik let out an impatient sigh.

"Maximoff, you can go." He said to Wanda. She nodded, ducking her head as she turned around. She glanced quickly at you as she left, but looked away when you stared back at her.

You left the room several minutes later. A package with several potions in it lay on your arm.

Whistling softly, you tried not to be intimidated by the dank, dimly lit corridors of the dungeon, but you were quite disturbed when you heard a noise.

You bit your lip, deciding if it was worth investigating. Leaving the package in the corner of the hallway, you drew your wand, walking toward the metallic sound.

As you turned the corner, you froze. A few meters ahead of you in the hallway was a troll. Metal chains on its hands and feet, the sound of them echoing down the hall.

But he was quiet, practically motionless. His reddened eyes sent shivers through your body.

You looked down and gasped.

Wanda had her arms raised in the air, and you saw her standing behind the creature, red magic escaping from her hands.

"W-what?" you found yourself whispering in confusion and then the monster's eyes flashed and he roared, the sound echoing loudly in the halls.

Wanda fell to her knees next, her hands returning to normal. You moved as the monster reacted again, enraged.

He was slow, so you dodged his attack easily, turning around. Before you could cast any spells however, there was a magic field around the monster.

"Return to your dormitories immediately, girls." Ordered Professor Lehnsherr with his wand raised. "I will control the creature." He was facing the troll, focused on his containment spell. You were annoyed because he didn't even look at his daughter.

You ran to Wanda, helping her to her feet. She blushed at the gesture, then thanked you. You took one last look at the monster before walking out into the hall.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked once you and Wanda were alone.

"Yes, I... "She started and then widened her eyes, turning to you and pushing you by the shoulders. "You can't tell anyone what you saw!"

You frowned in confusion.

"Easy, there!" You exclaimed pushing her hands away, "You don't have to hit me."

Wanda sighed, running her hands through her hair.

"Just...please don't say anything to anyone." She ordered, in a much calmer tone now. 

"Merlin, it's okay." You retorted putting your hands in your pockets. "I don't understand why you don't want to tell something this cool, but okay."

Wanda blinks in surprise.

"Cool?"

You smile shrugging your shoulders.

"Sure. You did magic without a wand, that's amazing."

Wanda looks after you for a moment, her cheeks reddening.

"Don't you think it's scary?" She asks and you frown.

"What, of course not!" you assure her. "You can make as many pranks as you want and no one will ever prove you did it." 

Wanda smiles shyly at your joke, and then looks away.

"I promise I won't say anything, Wanda." You tell her and she sighs, nodding.

"Do you have any idea where the troll came from?

"No." She says. "I was walking back to my dorm, and I ran into him. There was no one else in the hallway." 

You make an understanding noise with your mouth, not quite understanding how the creature escaped from the castle dungeons.

You walk in silence to the corridor leading to the Slytherin dormitory.

"Well, here we are... I'll see you tomorrow" You say half-heartedly. Wanda smiles as she waves goodbye and you walk back to your common room.

None of you notice the figure hidden between the shadows and the purple light around the walls.

//-//

You begin to notice new things after your short conversation with Wanda.

The way the students at school talk about her is one of these things.

In a single day, you hear at least ten cruel comments about how quiet, mysterious and scary Wanda was. A lot of people at school thought that she and Pietro were some kind of evil twins, because nobody ever saw their mother, and there were rumors that maybe Professor Erik Lehnsherr had made them in one of his cauldrons. 

You didn't tell your friends what you saw that day, but you tried to bring up on the rumors you heard, and Gamora let out a giggle.

"People make a lot of things up here" she said while you were in pairs in Herbology class. "As far as I know, the Maximoff's mother is a muggle and that's why so many people in our house treat her that way."

You couldn't tell why these things were bothering you, since Wanda wasn't even your friend, but you guessed it was because you had always learned to hate the whole blood purity thing, since your father was a pureblood, but he married a muggle, and suffered a lot of hatred from the witch community that called him a blood traitor for years. You had a certain natural sympathy for Wanda now.

When Halloween came around, you ate too much candy, and your stomach hurt. All your friends were the same, and you decided to bet on a ghost race, a mixture of catch one, catch all and hide-and-seek through the castles.

You were being the ghost when you saw Peter Quill sneaking down one of the corridors, and you rushed to follow him, but then you heard a whistle, and you stumbled to hide quickly, and ended up falling on someone.

"Sor-Wanda!" You started to apologize but when you realized who you had bumped into, you exclaimed the witch's name awkwardly. "S- sorry" You hurried to say, feeling your face flush when you noticed her gaze on you. You stood up quickly, reaching out your hand to help her up. "Everything okay?"

"S-sure." She said smiling, and then she looked down. Your hands were still together and you quickly let go as soon as you noticed, feeling your face heat up.

"Err... you didn't see a Gryffindor boy walking by here did you?" You asked trying to lighten the mood, and looking around."I'm playing Ghost Race."

"This is a children game." She teased with a smile and you looked at her in surprise, blushing even more.

"I... I’m...."

"I'm just messing with you." 

"Oh, right." You sigh laughing lightly as Wanda follows you. The sound of her laughter makes your stomach turn, and you don't understand why, so you clear your throat and say you needed to get back to your friends.

"See you around, Hufflepuff." She says as she says goodbye. You try to focus on finding Peter after that.

//-//

Quidditch is as fun as it is stressful.

You eventually discover that Steve Rogers was extremely competitive when playing against your brother.

Slytherin's game with Hufflepuff was scheduled in three weeks, and he was already making the whole team practice the rehearsed plays daily.

After another exhausting practice, you sighed as you flew toward the empty bleachers, four seats occupied only by your friends.

"Do you have to chew so loudly?" Complained Nebula to Peter Quill as he ate a piece of apple pie that he probably saved from lunch. The boy made a face, shrugging.

"I can't wait until we can go to Hogsmeade." Gamora commented a moment later. "We saw the third year kids go out last weekend, when you were playing explosive snap with all those older gang."

You smiled as you took off your Quidditch gloves.

"That "gang" are Tony's friends, Gamora." You explained and the girl shrugged, looking almost jealous that you had other friends, making you smile.

"That Romanoff is scary." Mantis added and your friends nodded, making you laugh.

"Natasha may seem threatening when you first meet her, but I assure you she is a sweetheart." You hit back and then steal one of the mini apple pies that Quill brought. "By the way, I wanted to invite you guys over for Christmas. Tony is calling all his friends."

Mantis and Quill seem excited about the invitation, but Nebula and Gamora exchange a look.

"Look, I'm happy with the invitation, I really am." Gamora began. "But we can't accept it."

You look at them with confusion, finding it amusing in the seriousness.

"Why not, girls?"

"It's just... Your family..." Gamora mumbles trying to find the right words.

"They are blood traitors." Nebula adds seriously. Quill and Mantis both widen their eyes, and Gamora lowers her gaze in shame. You feel your stomach turn in irritation.

"I beg your pardon?" you retort angrily, but Gamora puts her hand on her sister's forearm, asking her to shut up.

"We like you, Y/N, you are our friend." She says. "But our father, he would never allow us to go to Howard Stark's house, not after what he did."

You let out a short laugh.

"And what exactly he did?" you retort, already gathering your gloves and broom from the bench. "What a horrible crime to fall in love with someone isn't it?"

"Please, we didn't mean to upset you..." Gamora starts but you huff in irritation, riding the broom.

"I can't believe you were thinking that about me and my family all this time." You interrupted angrily, shaking your head in disbelief. You flew away the next moment, toward the ground, intending to return to the castle.

//-//

You hadn't talked to Gamora and Nebula for a week. It was weird eating at the Hufflepuff table again, but at least Mantis and Groot kept you company. Quill seemed torn about choosing a side, but you teased him that he could stay with his girlfriend without thinking that you would no longer be friends, and he turned red as he walked over to the Slytherin table for coffee.

At the weekend, the quarterfinal game of the Quidditch championship took place, and you could barely eat properly at breakfast in anticipation.

Mantis wasn't much into quidditch, but she dressed in your house colors and knitted a little yellow sweater for Groot as well.

"Ready to play with me, kid?" Teased Tony as soon as you stepped onto the field, the Slytherin team on the opposite side. You smiled confidently, nodding.

"Attention, players, I want a fair game." Warned Professor Rhodes, who was also the judge of the match. "Mount your brooms and ascend into the air please."

In the air, your gaze met Wanda's, and you smiled slightly, but she just glanced away, appearing upset. You didn't understand why, but you didn't really have time to ask.

And then the whistle for the start of the match sounded.

Being a beater was especially tricky on cloudy days, because you couldn't see the ball clearly with the dark background of the sky, but you had enchanted your glasses before you set up, so you were doing a decent job.

It was during the second half match that you almost died.

Loki Odinson was the seeker, and he was almost reaching for the golden snitch when you looked at him. Your job as a beater was to keep the bludger away from your teammates, and to precisely prevent Loki from catching the snitch. You aimed the bludger at Loki's broomstick, to destabilize him, and it worked. But he didn't take it very well. 

Flying toward Erik Killmonger, the Slytherin beater, he grabbed the stick out of the boy's hand, and glared at you angrily before firing the incoming bludger right at you.

You managed to dodge it for a second, frowning as you looked back at Loki. But he had a mean look on his face, and before you could understand what happened, something hit you hard in the head, and you fell off the broom.

As you fell, your eyes grew heavy, and the last thing you saw were emerald eyes, accompanied by Tony's scream.

//-//

Your head hurt a lot when you woke up in the nurse's office.

Healer Cho smiled gently at you when she gave you some water as soon as she noticed that you had woken up.

And then you noticed the other curious faces around you.

"Will she get a cool scar?" Quill asked excitedly only for Gamora to slap his arm next. 

You fiddled uncomfortably with the bandage on your head. Tony looked at you worriedly.

"Damn it, don't ever do something like that again." He complained and you looked at him with confusion.

"It was your mate who shot the ball at me." You retorted and he sighed.

"Yeah, Loki is an idiot." He retorted angrily. "If Thor hadn't interfered, I would have broken his nose."

Then you found out that as soon as you fell, the game was stopped and everyone went down to the field. Tony tried to fight with Loki, but Thor stopped him, and all the teams almost started beating each other. You were taken to the nurse, and Professor Rhodes disqualified the Slytherin because Loki used non-verbal magic to bewitch the bludger to attack you. Even though you were angry, you were impressed that a twelve year old boy could do such advanced magic.

"Good thing Wanda reached you before you fell." Tony added after telling all. You felt your face heat up, and Gamora noticed and looked at you curiously. You decided to change the subject quickly.

"What are you two doing here anyway?" You asked snidely looking at them. "Since when do the health of blood traitors matter to you?"

Tony blinks in confusion, but Gamora takes a step to the side of your bed.

"We wanted to apologize for that." She says. "Our father is the one who thinks those things, okay? You're our friend, and we don't think that of you. Or your family"

You looked away from Gamora to her sister. Nebula nodded in agreement a moment later, and you bit one inside cheek before sighing.

"Right." You said trying to smile. "Can I go back to eating with you two then?"

Gamora laughed, agreeing. When you tried to laugh, your head hurt and your exclamation of pain attracted Tony's attention.

"You know what, I forbid you to play Quidditch forever."

"Shut up, you idiot." You retort, smiling.

//-//

Thanos won't let Gamora and Nebula spend Christmas with you, but that's okay. You ask Iron to deliver the gifts to her house with the pseudonym "Apple Pie" in the name, and received their response in thanks a few days later.

All of Tony's friends come to your house during the holiday.

Bucky goes on a joke saying that his brother spread all those mistletoes around to get some action, but you don't understand what he means.

There is a new kid named Sam Wilson in your brother's group of friends, and he becomes one of your favorite people quickly. He is very funny, and makes everyone laugh during dinner.

Quill almost knocks the tree to the ground when Bucky agrees to charm his shoes to fly, and everyone laughs when he gets hung up on the decorations. 

Your father arrives just before you cut up the turkey.

He is covered in soot, and looks exhausted. But he smiles and kisses you and Tony on the forehead, saying he will clean himself up before joining you.

"Can the little guy eat food?" Howard asks when Groot walks around the table. Mantis seems shy about explaining anything to your father, making you chuckle.

During the gift exchange, you giggle when Tony and Bucky start playing wrestling and Bucky miscalculates the punch time and hits your brother in the nose, who behaves like a crying baby, even though he has no mark on his face.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face on the carpet in the living room next to all your friends. 

Without having any clue about the worried look your father exchanges with Jarvis a moment after everyone falls asleep in the living room.

//-//

When you return to Hogwarts, there are many new announcements on the bulletin board that catch your attention.

You are not sure if you will really have the time, but decide to sign up for the dueling club with your friends.

This is how you end up in the main hall after the last potions period. The wooden tables had disappeared, and in the center you would find a large golden stage. Professor Stephen Strange was beckoning students to spread out across the room when you arrived.

"Come on dear, come closer" Professor Stephen asked the crowd, standing on the stage. "Can you all see and hear me? Good."

Professor Stephen spent the next five minutes explaining that the club was back in activity after some teachers had talked with Principal Harkness, and also spoke about the basic rules for participating and dueling correctly. Soon the students were all divided into pairs. As the crowd organized itself, you noticed the Maximoff brothers in the back of the room, and you looked away quickly when Gamora, who was your partner, caught you staring.

"Let's practice the disarm spell." Announced Stephen next.

It was easy because you already knew. Your father, in the few moments he was home, taught defensive magic to you and Tony. Spells were not your brother's strong suit, but he didn't mind helping you practice.

Gamora smiled impressed when you approached her to demonstrate correctly how to make the movement with the wand.

Your colleagues, however, didn't seem to be making much progress, so the teacher interrupted their practice with a whistle.

"I will demonstrate how to use the disarm spell correctly." He says as he takes the stage again. You exchange a look with Gamora when by your proximity, you hear him mutter that if the students paid attention to his lessons they would know how to duel correctly. "Please, Erik, could you assist me with this lesson?"

Professor Lehnsherr had been quiet throughout the practice, watching the students from afar. He did not smile as he walked on stage, his silver wand in his hand.

"Pay attention, please." Strange asked noticing the buzz that arose as soon as Erik took the stage. "Thank you, Erik."

The two professors got into a dueling position, and then Professor Stephen made a motion with his wand. A white glow escaped through the air towards the other man, but Erik made a quick movement with his own wand, and it was as if he absorbed the spell. You recognized the blocking spell easily.

"It is important that you know how to defend spells during a duel." Professor Stephen then spoke, smiling quickly at Erik, who did not reciprocate. "That could save your lives in a situation where you don't know which spell has been cast on you.

"It might be wise to teach the students some counter attack spells, Professor Strange." Added Erik with a slight challenge in his voice. Professor Strange didn't seem to mind however, smiling at the crowd.

"Great idea, Erik!" he said putting away his wand. "I need two volunteers, please."

A lot of people raised their hands, making Strange give a chuckle.

"I think it's best to choose students who won't turn the other one into a frog during the duel, professor." Lehnsherr commented bitterly, and Stephen sighed, running his gaze around. He smiled when he looked at you.

"Stark, would you like to join in?"  He asked gently, and you felt your cheeks flush as all eyes in the room went to you. Nodding shyly, you stepped onto the stage. "Who could your opponent be..."

"May I suggest someone from my own house, professor?" Interrupted Erik next, and without waiting for an answer, he turned around, "Wanda, come up here please."

The crowd erupted in hubbub as soon as the words echoed in the hall. But Wanda didn't hesitate, rushing to obey. You swallowed dryly, stepping forward.

"Great girls, let's start then." Said Professor Stephen smiling standing between you and Wanda. You didn't understand why she was looking at you so seriously. "Let's try the finite Incantatem, shall we?"

You and Wanda nod in agreement and the professor smiles, patting you two on the back to get you moving.

When you reach the dueling position, you raise your wand and wait for the teacher's order.

Wanda attacks first when he signals. And you just defend, which makes Professor Stephen give a little smile.

"Stark, remember to counter attack instead of defend, okay?" He asks and you nod, ignoring the stares at you. Wanda has a neutral expression as you get into a dueling position again.

A bright red spell comes at you as Wanda attacks again, and you have a second to think about fighting back, but hesitate, blocking it again. The crowd lets out a chorus of disappointment. 

Professor Stephen looks ready to say something, but it is Erik's voice that fills the room.

"The Stark girl is clearly hesitating to fight back the spell, Professor Strange." He says, and you feel your cheeks heat up, looking down at the floor. "Perhaps she should try to attack Wanda first instead."

Stephen exchanges a look with the other professor, and then turns his head toward you.

"Is it okay if we do it this way, Stark?"

You glance at Wanda quickly before nodding, feeling very nervous all of a sudden. "Let's get started then."

Raising your wand again, you take a deep breath. Wanda also gets into a dueling position, her eyes watching your movements. You swallow dryly, and think of the least offensive spell you know. And you say the words.

Nothing happens. 

Your wand lets out a small golden sparkle, and you frown in confusion. Some of your classmates laugh, believing that you have failed to cast a simple spell, and you feel your face heat up.

"I..." You start to say, wanting to apologize.

Professor Lehnsherr steps forward next to his daughter, looking at you curiously, but his tone is severe when he says.

"Again."

You ignore the stares and try again. It doesn't work. Your wand simply doesn't obey you. Feeling frustrated, you repeat the spell again. And again, louder this time. Your classmates seem as curious as you are.

Professor Erik moves around the stage, stopping a few feet in front of you.

"Try it against me now."

"Professor, I don't..."

"Now."

You swallow dryly, and aim in his direction. Ignoring the tremor in your hands, you repeat the same incantation. The magic immediately escapes, the golden glow rushes forward. Erik blocks it masterfully. A mixed look of curiosity and displeasure.

You immediately lower your wand when he takes two steps toward you.

"I don't know what happened, professor." You begin to explain quickly. "I don't..."

"Erik." Warns Professor Strange placing himself in front of you. All eyes on the three of you. Professor Lehnsherr forces a smile, which brings chills down your entire spine. 

"I'm just curious, Stephen." Said the other man, putting his wand away and raising his hand to smooth the professor's cloak in front of him. "Just innocent curiosity."

"Let's continue tomorrow night, please. " Professor Stephen announces in a loud voice afterwards. The students begin to move quickly in the hall. You want to ignore the feeling that everyone is talking about you as you come down from the stage. Your gaze immediately seeks Wanda, but she has her head down as she joins her brother, leaving the room quickly.

Gamora is very impressed when you join her.

//-//

"And then nothing came out of her wand!" Gamora told your friends impressed as soon as you were all together at breakfast.

You woke up feeling especially tired that morning, and were eating your cereal lazily.

"That's so weird." Nebula commented. "Do you have any idea why you can't bewitch Wanda?"

You deny it, eating a little. You got a lot of looks this morning, and you were getting pretty upset about the whole thing.

"Maybe it's because you like her." Gamora suggested a moment later, and you choked on your cereal.

After Mantis helped you, you took a deep breath, your cheeks flushed.

"Where did you get that from?" You asked annoyed. 

"I just meant that you seem to like her." She said with an insinuating smile. "Like a friend."

Gamora's tone clearly suggested something more, and you grumbled, turning your attention back to your cereal.

When your friends began to theorize about what the whole thing could possibly mean again, you stopped paying attention.

//-//

Tony laughed when you told him.

"I've never heard of anything like that, kid." He said as he took the scarf off his neck and threw himself on the couch in common room.

Technically, you couldn't be here. But it wasn't like people respected those rules anyway. 

You didn't come to the Slytherin common room much, because it was cold and empty, and Slytherin students weren't very welcoming to visitors. 

But Tony had many different classes than you, so you would only find him in the commons room by the end of the day. After you dismissed a free-flying session with Quill, you went to tell him what had happened at that morning.

"If you had joined the club, you would have seen it." You said straightening your position on the leather couch. Tony laughed.

"As if I was going to be a part of that." He scoffs. "I hate charms, you know that."

"You know it's one of the most important subjects, right?" you retort wryly, and Tony shrugs.

"I won't need that when I study Magic Mechanics with Dad."

You sigh, not wanting to talk about it again. Tony wanted to be like your father. A respected mechanical witch inventor. You didn't like the idea because it meant that Tony would be as absent as your father.

"Hey, why don't you try to figure something out in the reserved session?" He suggested next and you looked at him wryly.

"You're an example of a brother, you know that?" you teased making him laugh.

"Hey, if you're careful, no one will know you were there." He retorted and you sighed thoughtfully. "If you get caught, I'll say I dared you to do it."

"I doubt it." You retorted with a smile. 

Tony invites you to a game of wizard chess, but you tell him you need to get back to your dorm before some prefect comes to question you.

On the way out, you bump into someone who shouldn't be there either.

"Sorry." You say immediately, and Pietro looks at you curiously.

"Are you here to talk to Wanda?" He asks snidely, but although his tone is accusatory, his eyes are warm.

"What?" you reply confused, "No, I...I came to see my brother."

Pietro doesn't seem to believe you, crossing his arms.

"What's your deal with my sister, anyway?"

You frown in confusion.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You say uncomfortable with the conversation. 

Pietro stares at you for a few seconds, and then his expression lightens quickly and he smiles amiably.

"I'm just messing with you, kiddo." He mocks. "By the way, I never thanked you for that day at the Quidditch test. If you hadn't warned me, I wouldn't have made it as a seeker."

You blink in confusion and then smile awkwardly.

"No problem, Maximoff."

You nod in farewell, walking back toward the Hufflepuff dormitory, not noticing that Pietro continues to stare at you until you turn the corner.

//-//

The next morning, after your spell class is over, you tell Mantis to go ahead, because you want to talk to the professor.

"This is about the dueling club, isn't it Stark?" Professor Strange asks abruptly still with his back to you as he fiddles with his desk before you say anything. He turns around then, his expression slightly concerned. 

"I was just wondering if you have any idea why my magic didn't work, sir?" You say with your hands in your pockets. "Everyone at school is talking about it."

Stephen sighs, and he seems to hesitate about something. But then his expression softens, and he smiles.

"Don't worry about it so much, okay?" He says. "Maybe it's just the similarity of the core of your wands. If the material is the same, maybe your wands are sisters and won't harm each other."

You believe this for the first two seconds, but then frown.

"But Wanda was able to cast spells on me sir." You say and Stephen widens his eyes slightly, as if he has been caught lying. He clears his throat quickly, amiably smiling at you as he nudges you out of the room with him. 

"I'm sure there's a good explanation for this, but I don't have the answers right now, Miss Stark." He says and you have a frown as he is turning around, walking away down the hallway. "See you next class!"

You sigh, realizing that maybe your best chance to know what happened is Professor Erik.

//-//

Your next potions class isn't until midweek, so you try to do a little research in the library as Tony recommended you to do.

There is almost no material on magic connections in the library's common session, and you figure it's because it's an advanced and dangerous kind of magic.

"You know you could end up expelled if you try to take anything from the restricted session, right?" Gamora comments as you are sitting in the library, dozens of books around you as she helps you investigate. 

"I'll try for a permit first." You say with your face propped up in your hands. "If no teacher is going to tell me why this is happening, I'm going to have to figure it out on my own."

No teacher allows you into the restricted session. They justify that a second-year student has no reason to read such advanced magic, but you just feel that they all seem willing to stop you from finding out what is going on.

You plan to sneak in then. After the last period on Tuesday, and as soon as the library is empty, you ask Gamora to help you distract the librarian, and while she does so, you sneak between the shelves.

You look back to check that everything was all right as you enter, and almost fall backwards in fright when you bump into someone. Your heart races with fear when you observe Principal Harkness right in front of you, a curious look on your face.

"P-professor?" You exclaim. "I'm sorry! I was just..."

"Sneaking in." She completes with a smile. You feel your stomach sink, but the woman makes room for you to enter. "Come on honey, you don't need that. Make yourself at home."

You hesitate for a second, but then step forward, your curiosity for answers getting the best of you.

Following in the way the head master points, you end up deep in the library, many books you've never seen around you, their covers dark, and mystical, some of them moving on the shelves as if they were trying to break free.

"I heard about your little accomplishment at the dueling club." The principal comments beside you as you run your fingers through the covers. You shrug. 

"Nobody wants to tell me what's going on."

"Does that make you angry, dear?"

You blink in confusion, looking at the woman behind you. She looks back as if she was evaluating you.

"N-no, professor." You say putting your hands in your pockets.  "I'd just like to know what's happening."

Harkness blinks and then looks away. She makes a flick with her fingers, and there is a book flying toward you. It has a dark, medieval cover, and there is a magical shadow shrouding the entire book. It 's mainly scary.

"I found a lot of information about magic connection incantations, dear." She counters. "But it's nothing a second grade girl could understand, you know? Advanced magic for even the most experienced witches."

You frown, wanting to say that if she explained it properly, you could understand it perfectly, but being the director, you thought it best to just add:

"Please, professor. I just want to know what's going on."

Agatha smiles, and then puts the book back on the shelf, her eyes have a purple glow that makes your body chilly.

"Don't you understand, dear?" She starts by stooping down to your height, her hand caressing your cheek lightly. "You came in here, and flipped through the books. So many words you didn't know. You found nothing." She says and you see flashes in your head, her words taking shape like a memory. "And when you left, it just stopped being important."

Agatha smiles at you as she rests her hand on your shoulder for a moment, and you face her back. Giving her one last look, you walk in the direction you came from. 

When you leave, you only remember what you have been allowed to.

//-//

In potions class, you feel a tingling behind your eyes when you see Professor Erik. 

You have the feeling that you want to ask him something, but can't remember what it is.

Gamora mentions that maybe you wanted to know about what happened at the dueling club, but you smile as you deny it with your head, telling her that that story wasn't really that big of a deal.

She frowns slightly, but doesn't insist, believing that you had lost interest in the subject as well as the rest of the school.

//-//

You don't do very well on your Transfiguration test.

If you had to find an excuse, you would say that you haven't felt very well since the dueling club. Your magic has been difficult to shape and control. You don't want to think about it, though, so you just study until everything is back to normal again.

Professor Rocket gives you an "Acceptable" though, and you grumble slightly when the results arrive at your house during the vacations.

You write to your friends over the summer, sharing the results of your assessments. Gamora did well in everything, her grades as perfect as Nebula's. Mantis failed in Charms, but got Brilliant in Herbology, and surprised no one by that. Peter had at least three "troll" grades, and Gamora sent him a chocolate cake to make him feel better.

The week before last, there was a big commotion at the Ministry of Magic, and your father was away from home for three days.

Jarvis didn't let you and Tony run to hug him when he arrived, and before you could protest, you noticed that he had apparated in the house garden accompanied by two other wizards you didn't know.

No one seemed willing to tell you what was happening, and when the wizards left, your father locked himself in his office for the night.

Tony was very upset, and said he wanted to be alone in his room. 

"Jarvis, will you tell me what's going on?" You asked the butler when he put you to bed, worried that you were going to stay up waiting for your father. Jarvis sighed, sitting up with you. 

"Miss Y/N, there are many things that are not concerns for children." He begins, and you sigh impatiently. The man smiles gently at you. "It may not seem fair, but innocence is a privilege of the few."

"I just want to know why dad and Tony are upset." You complain with your arms crossed, not understanding the man's previous words. Jarvis fluffs your pillows, pulling the blanket to waist height. "Please, Jarvis, tell me."

The butler sighs.

"Just know that there are people in our world who don't have the best of intentions." He explains mysteriously, causing you to frown. "But that's not something for you to worry about, because the adults have taken care of everything. Now, go to sleep miss."

Jarvis reaches out to turn off your lamp next and stands up. You sit in the dark for many minutes before you decide to fall asleep.

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Derry Girls - Good Omens AU

Focusing on Sister George Michael and Janet Taylor

- Throughout the series Sister Michael is a chaotic yet predominantly “good” force of nature. She bends around the rules but will not hesitate to put those beneath her in line. in other words, she’s a hardass as far as her role as headmistress goes but we do see parts of her that are benevolent towards her students. In that regard, she’s a lot like Aziraphale. Therefore, I would set her up to be the angel.

- We hardly get to see the way Janet Taylor conducts order at her own school but that just means we get more creative freedom with her world view and behaviour. She doesn’t give me Crowly vibes. I’d set her up to be the demon but give her different motivations from Crowly’s.

- I would make the story more character-centric, steering the focus away from the Adam plot and end of the world business.

- To that end, I would also make both characters low status beings.

- Sister Michael will be an archangel (different from the capitalized Archangel). Lower-case archangels have lower status than Principalities (which are lower than capital Archangels) and therefore lower accountability and powers. Her lower rank means she’s sent to watch over small groups of humans, rather than large regions or countries. Because her powers aren’t very strong, she has to fall back on pragmatism to keep her identity secret while staying in line with her duties. So she still ends up becoming a nun - free room and board that she doesn’t have to miracle into existence, and it puts her in a good position to  gain power within the more prominent institutions of Derry (headmistress within the educational structure). Her overall personal mission is push people to “do good” without focusing on a particular virtue or sin. She’s not important enough to have to bother beyond that, she figures.

- Meanwhile, Janet is just a demon. She denounced her angelic name and changes her demon name as she sees fit. Her powers are also limited - though she’s learned how to channel terror and fear to get what she wants out of others. She finds that its easier for her to influence people towards sins of greed, wrath, and pride. She’s not particularly interested in pushing people to sin, but she has a quota to meet. I would still have her be a teacher but she would teach at Our Lady Immaculate College.

- The best way, figures Janet, to piss off any sane human is to make them engage with trigonometry - which is why she exclusively teaches math (heavily regarded as the most evil school subject). Any teenager, sinful or not, when enraged to just the right degree pick at small threads with a solid focus. At home, they start fights and raise tensions enough to ignite pride and wrath within their parents. The most natural path to wrath was through pride, and parents always feel their pride swell in the worst ways when their children step out of line. Teenagers were Janet’s best amplifiers and all she had to do was assign extra homework pages.

- Janet has been influencing Derry, and has been teaching at Lady Immaculate, long before Sister Michael arrived in Derry and became headmistress. Janet doesn’t feel threatened with the angels’ presence but she still feels she needs to make her claim on the territory known. 

- The headmistress/teacher power dynamic doesn’t exist because Janet can always miracle her way into another teaching position at another school - as headmistress, if she really felt like it. Besides, we all know Sister Michael is so below willing to fill out the tedious paperwork required to fire someone (its more so the principal of having to do more work than necessary, rather than a willingness to do the work itself). They’re also at equal ranking within demon/angel society and their influence on Derry are equal to the point that they start to cancel each other out.

- They start of weary of each other but soon come to an understanding that, if they both do their jobs equally well, neither of them will have to put in more effort. Janet gets her numbers in through individual students and families (and occasionally the faculty). Sister Michael gets her numbers tallied through overarching groups, such as the staff, student assembly, and educational community within Derry. Essentially, their impact is the same, just at different levels of societal structures. If Heaven and Hell truly wanted to make any sort of difference, they would send higher ranking officials.

Anyway, sort of my baseline thoughts on the subject. Might write more regarding this specific AU, we’ll see.