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dianneking · 11 months ago

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The Affair - Chapter 1 (Larissa/Reader)

Hiya! As part of my weekly writing challenge, I wrote this chapter over two writing sessions, and I chose not to wait for the fic to be finished before posting. It'll probably be a couple of chapters all together.

Pairing: Larissa Weems/You Rating: Mature

Tags: Morally Ambiguous Character, Swearing, Boss/Employee Relationship, Infidelity, Second-person POV, Teacher Reader.

Link to AO3 in the title

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The Affair - Chapter 1

Waiting in the snow for a married woman , you thought, moodily pulling your scarf up to cover your freezing nose as yet another car passed, how the fuck did my life come to this?

You had never been one for thrills in life. If anything, you had been pretty boring: you’d always liked English class at school, always got straight As, never stepped a foot out of line. You never felt the need to, nor the appeal of being rebellious. You’d gone on to get a bachelor’s degree and teacher’s certification, and then you’d gone on to teach English in a string of small town schools.

There was only one aspect out of the ordinary in your life up until now; you could never settle down in one place.. You felt a restlessness, a pull towards something you still hadn’t found, and after a couple of years in a place, it inevitably built up until it was too strong to resist. And so you packed your bags, applied for a job somewhere else, and started anew.

You didn’t think Jericho would be much different. Small town, 5 thousand inhabitants, only spots of interest a tacky historical reconstruction site and a school full of outcasts. The same one you had applied to. Nothing much to offer. You’d give it a year or two at most.

You didn’t really care about the fact that you were teaching outcasts. They might drink blood or howl at the moon or whatever in their spare time, but they were teenagers that had to learn to write a proper essay just like anyone else. You prided yourself in your work ethic and told that to the board when they interviewed you. Apparently they appreciated that. Or there was nobody else who had applied. There had been some accidents during the last school year, apparently. The board had repeated several times that it had been a one-off and it had been taken care of definitively.They had all seemed very defensive about the topic.

Once again, you shrugged it off. You had no time to waste on rumors and things of the past. The school had its quirks, sure, but all schools had, each in their own way. You settled in your quarters on the school grounds, and started reviewing your lesson plans taking into account the notes left by the previous teacher. You settled in for your usual routine of lessons, tests, marking that you were familiar with by now.

And then she barged into your life, throwing routine and predictability to the wind.

Even with your aversion to gossip, you’d heard about her. Larissa Weems, the best principal Nevermore had ever had, mysteriously injured in the line of work, supposedly trying to protect the school, and hospitalized for months after that. When talking about her, voices dropped to a whisper out of respect - or fear, you hadn’t been able to ascertain that.

The day she had come back, you’d have thought royalty was about to visit the school, with the amount of fretting, of preparations, of nervous energy filling the halls and rooms. You’d had to let your classes work on assignments because they had been unable to listen to one word of what you were explaining. You had rolled your eyes in the privacy of your room. Seriously, you’d seen plenty of disruptive principals in your years of teaching, but one who could be so distracting even before she had set foot back in school? That was a first.

You felt obliged to show up as well to the welcoming committee. The whole staff was there, as well as the student body. Some had even prepared signs, and there was a white banner draped along the balcony on which was written, in red paint, a very wonky Welcome back Princ. Weems .

It was cute that she was so beloved by her school, you thought, but you were also thinking of how to recover the day of missed lessons, and how to optimize the next days’ so as to go back on track. You tried not to be too miffed about it.

All of the thoughts of lesson plans and all of the lingering irritation at them being disrupted fled your brain at the sight of the first foot stepping out of the car. Shiny, varnished black shoes, showing off a milky ankle, and a shapely calf that look longer than any you’d seen (not that you made a point of looking at women’s legs all the time, but sometimes your eyes did wander…)

The skin on show was sadly cut off below the knee by the modest hemline of a woolen dress and it was at that point that Nevermore’s principal exited the car in all of her towering beauty, and your mind went completely blank, cause in all of their gossip everyone in Nevermore had forgotten to mention a small, key detail about the principal.

She was stunning.

The most beautiful woman you’d ever seen was standing before you, waving and smiling regally, as the whole school cheered. You almost didn’t notice all the jubilant ruckus, your eyes too busy raking all over her figure, as if trying to commit every single detail to memory. Her slender, elegant hands, wrapped in leather gloves. The perfectly-tailored coat, in the same fabric and color as the dress. The sparkle of her gold jewelry in the pale winter sun. The perfect proportion of her face, the way the bright red lipstick brought attention to her smile.

Her light eyes were roaming all over the crowd, as if taking stock of known faces and new entries. Finally her gaze fixed on you, and you could see a spark of amusement flicker on her face at seeing you.

You belatedly realized that you had been gaping at her like a fish out of water.

The day after you had still been beating yourself up about the humiliation at being caught slack-jawed staring at your boss when she visited you in your classroom after you were done with the day’s lessons.

She rapped against the doorframe, but strode in before you could say anything. You scrambled to your feet, awkwardly, while she covered the distance from the door to your desk in a couple of long steps. She was wearing another dress today, a tartan dress with a belt that cinched her waist, underlying the shape of her hips and chest while still being completely work-appropriate.

“So you’re the new teacher they have hired to replace poor Collins.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway. “I’m Larissa Weems. Usually, I have the final word on new hires. The board does a wonderful job but sometimes they lack a certain sort of practicality in their assessment of candidates, as it happened with the last hire. I wasn’t convinced by her spiel, but the board insisted and…well. I should have trusted my gut instinct.” Her eyes grew distant for a second, before focusing back on you with a hard gaze. You could see the speckles of lighter and darker blue mixing in her irises, and the perfectly applied make-up that highlighted their natural beauty. You tried to shake yourself out of her charm. She could be trying to fire you, and you were busy ogling her! That’s not the kind of person you were! You cleared your voice, trying to think up something to say to help your case.

“I…”

“I know you have been hired already, and I am sure you are a perfect fit for the role. I’d just like to have a little chat together, nothing too formal, just getting to know each other a little bit better.” She smiled as she said that, and while you were sure it was supposed to be a polite smile, you couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine at that.

She looks like a predator closing in on prey , your mind unhelpfully suggested.

You swallowed, suddenly conscious of your sweaty palms and increasing heart rate.

“O-of course, ma'am." was all you could meekily say.

"Perfect." she purred. "Meet me at seven sharp at the Lilac Lounge. I'll have a private booth reserved."

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queerfanfiction · 1 year ago

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Could you write a fluffy smut where reader has mummy issues who cancelled on her for taking her bra shopping and Larissa offered to go with her and helps her pick out the perfect set but then it ends with smut idk you chose :)

Mummy Issues

Prompt is shown above. :)

word count: 3.6k includes: mommy issues, public-ish sex, discussion of trauma, fingering, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink

Your therapist is actually the one who suggested you ask your mom to go shopping with you to find a bra set for an upcoming performance. You’re not saying this specific reparenting technique doesn’t work, but there was no way in hell your mother was going to follow through. Still, you tried anyway. You were vulnerable anyway.

You’re exhausted from parenting your own parent, always considering other’s needs before your own. Fresh out of university and you still have never had anyone else take care of you for a change. The shopping idea was intended to be a low-stakes role reversal where your mom would step up to the task at hand.

Earlier that morning you texted your mom to confirm the meet up in Burlington. You never heard back, which wasn’t uncommon. Since you were coming all the way from Montreal, though, you expected some sort of acknowledgement. You even texted her as you were driving over to no avail. Downtown Burlington was not where you would have picked to shop if your mother was not involved. It was close to where she lived, and she loved the hustle and bustle of Church Street. To you it always seemed like a hot mess. Now you were in the middle of that mess alone.

After waiting in your car for 15 minutes, it doesn’t take a genius to know you got stood up once again. You contemplated just driving back right then and there. This wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do alone, yet none of your friends are in the area any longer. They all had moved away. Overwhelmed by the sheer fuckery of nothing ever working out, you were frustrated and tired. You consider breaking down into tears over the wasted trip and the years of parental neglect represented by this one instance.

The only person who you can think of still in the area is Ms. Weems. You suppose it’s Principal Weems now (thank you social media for that one). Is it weird to invite a former teacher you once had a massive crush on to go shopping? It’s been so long that it would be nice to catch up. You’re not going to lie, you were yearning to see the older woman. Impulsively, you dial the number she gave you for emergencies back when you attended Nevermore. To your surprise, a firm but sweet voice answers—the same voice that you’d fantasize about in your dorm when your roommate was out. You try to control your voice, but too many conflicting emotions make you croak and sniffle a bit when identifying yourself.

“My dear, is everything alright? And, please, it’s Larissa.” A tone of worry was inflected back to you by the other woman.

In an attempt to dodge the question about your wellbeing, you respond, “I’m actually back in Burlington, trying to find an outfit for an upcoming performance. Any chance you’re free?” You tried to sound as nonchalant as you could.

Larissa returned with, “Oh, I don’t wish to intrude, but it was very kind of you to think of me.” Shit, apparently too nonchalant…

You reflect on all the times Larissa had comforted you back at Nevermore. She was protective of all her students, but it truly meant the world to you. You had always thought it was just another day, another student problem for her. There were many times you were neglected or mistreated by your mother that Larissa was privy to back then. Knowing this, as a Hail Mary, you softly let slip out, “I was supposed to meet my mom…”

Without missing a beat, Larissa’s voice turned tight, “Where are you?” You glance at the cross streets, give her your location, and let her know the specific store you’re at. She concludes, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes, love.”

Your heart flutters at the familiar pet name.

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You’re already occupying the changing room when Larissa arrives. She calls out for you, and you crack open the door to let her into the small fitting area.

You are met with the most comforting hug. Larissa stroked your hair and squeezed you tightly. The last time an embrace has felt so all-encompassing was also from Larissa, which is a bit embarrassing. You guess you just don’t have a lot of good huggers in your life, and it felt so nice to be held close by someone. You breathe out a long sigh, as if all your troubles are muted by the closeness of the woman in front of you. Her scent replaces the air in your lungs, and you consider how nice it would be to never end this embrace.

When she pulls back and sees that your eyes are slightly red and puffy, she bends down towards you to cup your face with both of her hands. All that comes out of her mouth is “Oh, sweetie.” You give her a half-hearted smile in response. Her hands immediately begin stroking your face, brushing hair from your eyes, and occasionally resting her thumb and index finger at your chin. This. This is what being cared for is; the realization hits you and radiates out through your body.

“I’m here for whatever you need. Would you like to debrief about your mother? Or carry on with what’s needed here?” Larissa gestures to the garments in the fitting room without taking her eyes off of you.

Noticing how close she still is to your face makes your head dizzy, and you stutter, “I-I need s-something to wear under a strapless dress that won’t show during a piano performance.”

Reassuringly, Larissa states, “We can do that. You know I have an eye for those sorts of things. We’ll have you sorted in no time.” She then moves her hands to your upper arms and rubs them before turning to examine the items already set out.

“Piano? It’s no wonder. You always played brilliantly at Nevermore,” Larissa continued elatedly, brandishing a supportive smile. You think back to times when you’d be practicing in Nevermore’s music auditorium alone and feel a comforting presence at the back of the concert hall near the doors. You always assumed it was your imagination, not daring to get your hopes up that someone cared enough to support you or cheer you on. Your mother made sure of that…

You feel so much more at ease with Larissa here. Now that you think about it, she has always provided stability and nurtured you. You remember that she would sometimes give you rides to Jericho when the only Nevermore vehicle at the time was in use. You credit a lot of your success with the piano to her too, because she would encourage you to do open mics at the Weathervane and signed you up to play at a parade that Jericho had every couple of years.

Yes, you felt indebted to the tall, gorgeous woman before you. The years since you’ve seen her have only emphasized her beauty. Her demeanor is both commanding and protective. It’s as if she is more comfortable in her skin than before; there is a sureness in her stance that is nice to see and that you wish you had. Even though you always considered her fashionable, her clothes now exude a kind of pride and carefully crafted style. Larissa’s perfectly-coiffed updo accentuates the smooth, supple skin of her neck before disappearing beneath her expertly tailored dress.

These thoughts invoke a light blush from your cheeks, and you know you can’t speak about your crush on her in the past tense. Your immediate dry mouth while watching her is proof that it never went away. Now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t have sought her out to assist in purchasing the perfect underwear, especially because you see her turn towards the garments and an emotion flashes across her face when she realizes the kinds of items you’ve picked out and need assistance with.

You’ve always liked the idea of dressing up underneath your formal outfit. To you, it made it feel more special, gave you extra confidence. For instance, knowing a sexy lace set was underneath your clothes made you feel as if you had a fun secret. Though, you realize it’s probably inappropriate to expect Larissa to help with this. If she felt uncomfortable, she was hiding it well. You tried to continue on as if everything was normal, even though doing so felt impossible.

When Larissa sits on the small ledge provided in the dressing room, you emphasize, “Thank you again for coming. I just drove from where I am now in Montreal.”

Realizing you should continue trying items on, you reach to unbutton your shirt when you hear, “You poor thing! Have you eaten?”

At this, you scrunch your face and shake off your blouse. “I’ll get something after this.” So many conflicting emotions swirl inside of you. You’re conflicted at whether to relish in the desperately needed maternal care or to shrug it off as a defense mechanism.

You begin to unhook a bra from its hanger and feel like you should ask, “Do you mind?” Larissa interprets that you’d like to change from your bra into the new one, waving her hand dismissively and saying, “Go ahead” in a delicate manner.

Without looking too awkward and challenged, you attempt to put on the new bra while taking your current bra off in quick succession. It would have worked if the one you were trying on actually fit you. You had a hard time getting it on, and once you did, your breasts spill out of the top half, giving you the illusion of having four boobs. With you panting from the endeavor, you and Larissa begin to laugh at how silly it looks. You’re surprised that you’re not mortified, but instead having fun.

With some of your own tension released, you turn away from Larissa and towards the mirror to decide if you like the bra enough to go up a cup size. As you do this, what you don’t see is Larissa’s curious gaze, as if she is wishing she could reach out and touch the pillowy softness of your breasts.

“So, this one is NOT it.” Your playful declaration pulls Larissa from her lustful thoughts. It’s short-lived, though, since you immediately begin to try on more items. This time you choose a deep maroon matching set, and you turn slightly away from Larissa in order to pull up the bottoms over your current underwear. Because of the limited space in the room, your ass accidentally winds up in Larissa’s face. As if it is all in your head, you pretend the enclosed space is not rife with sexual tension.

“That’s gorgeous,” Larissa coos moments later with her hand reaching out. With both hands, she rubs along the intricate lace detail at your hip bones, and it feels as if your skin is set ablaze. You fight the urge for your breath to turn heavy and wanting.

Even if all of the tension is in your head and one-sided, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll need to stop trying things on soon. Well, at least stop trying on bottoms, because you can feel yourself getting wet under Larissa’s stares and encouragement.

“That fits you so very well.” “I love this on you.” “It looks absolutely spectacular.” “You look stunning.”

Not to mention Larissa has taken a hands-on approach to her support. After briefly touching your hips, she began dragging her long fingers along bits of your exposed skin when she was discussing an area. There’s no way she doesn’t notice the goosebumps that arise each time her touch lingers. At least being half naked in the chilly changing room is an excuse for the tight buds of your nipples.

The juxtaposition between this experience and what your mother would have had in store for you is dizzying. No doubt she would have critiqued your strong shoulders or the cellulite on your thighs. It would have ended in a fight, you just know it. However, everything out of Larissa’s mouth was refreshing and electrifying. Maybe even healing at times?

The final set you had picked out was a delicate mesh thong bodysuit that was almost entirely see-through. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should you stop trying things on. Larissa must have noticed, because she uncrossed and crossed her legs a few times before voicing, “Go on, honey.”

Embracing the process sheepishly, you slip into the item and turn away from Larissa to look at yourself. You study the outline of your breasts in the mirror, trying to determine if the subtle texture of the mesh would be noticeable under your dress. Or would the distance between the stage and the seats obscure the texture?

You then see that Larissa seems to be studying them too, except her eyelids are hooded and her pupils are dilated. Almost in slow motion you watch her involuntarily lick her lips. Your heart beats quicker, a flash of heat moves through your body, and you suppress a low moan.

Your eyes meet Larissa’s in the mirror.

You couldn’t say who initiated what next. Only that you were on Larissa’s lap, straddling her, while her hands were on you, roaming over your body and settling on your hips. Your mouths are working in tandem with each other, and you welcome her red lipstick staining your lips and neck. Your hands go to Larissa’s face—one cupping it possessively and the other slinking back to grip the nape of her neck. You want desperately to wreck her perfect hair, turning it into physical evidence of your connection and closeness.

Both you and Larissa can feel the heated energy building between you as you frantically attempt to take off the mesh bodysuit. Before you can, though, Larissa steadies your hands and inquires breathlessly, “Is this okay, darling?” Her eyes search your own, and you can make out desire and worry in her eyes.

You have to take a moment to let what she is asking sink in. This feels like such a natural (if not slightly expedited) progression of your feelings for Larissa. You wonder if there is more underlying her question. You know you two will have to debrief your feelings but right now the hormones raging through your body make it hard to focus too much on the worry or questions around if this should be happening. Instead, your body wiggles on top of hers, begging to continue the friction of your hips against her. You involuntarily whine and nod. “I want this, Larissa.”

Seeing your need and the sureness in your gaze, Larissa regains her composure and utters, “Shh, let me take care of you.”

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Larissa rivals your intensity with her own fierce need. Her kisses are passionate yet soft. Her hands are gentle but unyielding in how they explore your body once the mesh bodysuit is off. With her every caress and tender nip over your skin, you feel so wholly wanted, cared for, and desired. A fire underlies Larissa’s behavior, as if each touch begets more longing and thirst for you. At the same time, you couldn’t have anticipated the fervent need you had to be validated and devoured by this woman.

Once she has marked your neck with her lipstick and teeth, Larissa moves downward to take one of your fleshy, beaded nipples in her mouth. Barely audible to you, she breathes out, “Absolutely beautiful” before flicking it with her tongue and causing you to arch your back.

One of Larissa’s hands runs over your thighs, teasing you and drawing circles and zigzags on your delicate skin. You can’t help but whimper in need every single time her fingers get closer to where your thighs meet. After almost resigning to her pace and authority, she trails up to cup your arousal. Your legs twitch with the sudden contact, and you emit a gasp.

“You’re so wet for me.” Pleased, Larissa enunciates every word, drawing the words out and reveling in how at her mercy you are. “It’s intoxicating.”

Unable to withstand not taking action, you press your lips against hers roughly, trying to close any distance between your bodies. Breathless after many kisses, you move to suck on her neck and whisper, “Larissa.”

“Please.”

Only after this plea does Larissa finally dip a finger into you. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough. You would usually appreciate a sexual partner pacing themselves, but the need for her to fill you is overpowering. You wriggle your hips back and forth impatiently and breathlessly request, “More.”

Larissa delighted in your clear hunger for her, fully intending to give you everything you want. She eases in another finger past her second knuckle before adding a third finger once she realizes how slick and open you are for her. You unintentionally bite down on her shoulder, not expecting to get what you want without more begging.

You couldn’t have imagined how good her fingers feel inside you. And you absolutely had imagined it. You remember pretending your fingers were hers after late nights riding back with her from Jericho. Or the time she gave you her coat on a chilly night and forgot to get it back, so you ended up masterbating to her scent surrounding you. Okay, you’re not super proud of that one, but at the time it felt world-changing the desire you had. Her fingers working inside of you now are of a different caliber. In fact, you never understood the metaphor of sex as worship or religion, but being on top of Larissa with her half-lidded eyes roaming your body changes things. You want to make her feel a sliver of how good you do right now.

Your hands begin to grab at the fabric of her top, desperate to remove her clothing and pleasure her as she is inside of you. Larissa lets out a low, throaty chuckle before asserting, “Ah, ah, ah. I want to focus on you, love. Let me please you.”

Her interjection just makes your heart swell more for her, and noticeably your noise level swells, as well. You’re not used to undivided attention and care—someone wanting your happiness above all else. It’s more erotic than you could have ever anticipated. At the increase in breathiness and moans, one of Larissa’s hands clamps over your mouth while the other continues to pump in and out of you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the reflection in the dressing room mirror of you riding her long fingers completely nude while she is fully clothed. The sight makes your knees weaker, and you groan, “Oh, fuck.”

Larissa’s whispers and affirmations throughout only brought you closer and closer to release. She has to know how her words are affecting you. Her hot breath over and over in your ear, inching you towards the edge.

“I’ve got you, sweetie.” “I’ll give you anything you want.” “Shh, stay quiet for me.” “That’s a good girl.”

You feel yourself tighten around Larissa’s fingers, becoming more breathless and spacey as she presses the pads of her curled fingers inside you toward your pelvic bone, urging you to come undone. So, you do. Your entire body tenses, and you feel as if you will crumble under the anticipation and pressure. Tingles shoot down your arms and legs in waves, threatening overstimulation.

Larissa’s fingers still, and she presses you close to her, clutching you tightly. After a moment of your eyes being closed and your breathing slowly relaxing, Larissa asks you to bear down with your pelvic floor muscles. Confused, you obey. She gingerly removes her fingers from inside you, and your body aches at the loss. She proceeds to lean forward with you still on her lap, wrapping her arms around you and begins to rock you.

“You did so well, my love,” Larissa murmurs while stroking your hair away from your damp forehead. “You were so good for me.”

You can’t remember the last time someone was so attentive and sweet with you after sex—if ever. You also have never felt like an exposed live wire due to euphoria either, so… Her thoughtfulness makes your heart swell, and you’re hoping it’s not just due to the hormones flooding your body right now. As if you can’t contain the disbelief and gratefulness, you blurt in awe, “How are you real?”

Larissa pulls away from the embrace, searching your eyes for understanding. “I ask myself the same question about you.” At that, you rest your forehead against Larissa’s, exhausted and happy.

After sensing your heart rate has stabilized, wanting to make sure you go to the bathroom and hydrate becomes Larissa’s next priority. Her voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Let’s get you some food now. I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”

You two pick up the items in the messy dressing room and sheepishly leave the clothes on the courtesy rack outside. A grin blooms over your features as you think about how being stood up by your mom feels like such a nonissue now. Even the dilemma of what underwear to wear for your upcoming performance seems trivial. Walking out of the store with Larissa’s lipstick all over you, you decide that you won’t wear anything under your dress, especially not if Larissa is in the audience.

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@sapphicbeloved Remember when you sent this request literal months ago????? Oops. Apologies, and please enjoy!

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v3nusxsky · 4 days ago

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Showing you the ropes

*authors note~ so this one is living in my head rent free and I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t gonna post it but @dingdongthetail told me I should. Do you all want a series’s?*

Trigger warnings~ nothing?

Prompt ~ none? my current life?

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For the longest time you knew this job was your true calling. Starting your teacher training degree was everything you spent years working towards and now you were half way through the program. Your placement was the one and only Nevermore. You’d head so many things about Nevermore from your peers in the university of Jericho but nothing ever good. Or was then that moving two hours from your home town sounded like a bad idea. Of course they placed you in Nevermore knowing you don’t have much local knowledge yet. Days leading up to your time at Nevermore you spent wondering if what you had heard was true. How would this seven week block go?

The first thing you noted was you happened to have older students for your classes. The teachers seemed to be nice enough, possibly even afraid of you. The students seemed shocked at your appearance in their classrooms. Some challenged you instantly, others stuck to you like glue. It’s all pretty text book. Until it’s not.

Your first Friday there was when you realised how challenging this career is. Finding yourself in the headmistress’s office due to a students ability accidentally causing harm to another teacher and you being a witness to the scene. You’d already filled the paperwork out yet apparently you seemed to have botched the form. Would the principal be mad? Would you lose your teaching placement? What if you did something terribly wrong and she wanted to yell at you? The anxious thoughts continued to swirl round your mind as you waited for the striking woman to speak to you.

“Don’t look so nervous dear, you aren’t in any trouble” Larissa reassured gently, her eyes flickering up to watch you visibly relax. “Much better now darling let’s do this form together, I understand it’s your first time, so let me teach you what to do.” Stunned you just nodded along in understanding answering her questions as she asked them. “What’s your role here?” She murmured gently to you causing you to pause. “I uh just a placement teacher?” If you could’ve, you would’ve died of embarrassment on the spot as the look of pity she gave you. “No darling, you aren’t just anything you’re a teacher okay? You may be in training but you’re still teaching at my school.”

Perhaps it was embarrassment or maybe the fact she was practically a goddess in front of you, well known for her years of experience in the field but you cheeks heated up as a blush spread all over your cheeks as you ducked your head slightly. Praise and understanding from adults was always something you struggled to accept, the lack of it in your younger years meant you craved it all the more. The rest of the form was simple and she walked you through everything, gently explaining what you needed to know and what would happen next. “There. All finished. And you darling, if you ever need anything, a chat, some help with plans for lessons or even just to say hello, my door is always open for you darling” she mumbled as she stood up to lead you from the office. Perhaps this placement wouldn’t be bad at all especially with such a supportive headmistress

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ahiwicave · 5 months ago

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another discord drama post

Hi, Hiwi here. One of the mods from the Nevermore Discord server. You may recognize my name because I was put on blast and accused of some heinous things in the whole drama. I didn’t want a tumblr and didn’t want to have to do this, but I see some people are never going to let it go. Just to share some thoughts, from someone who was actually involved in everything:

Crimson did stuff in a side server, and the mod team acted swiftly in the moment we learned of it, even though it was not done inside the server we were modding

Months after an appeal was considered. The original evidence was tampered with, and the person who originally shared it with a third party was banned later for harassing and baiting other users with alts. This included being blatantly xenophobic towards me with an alt account.

The mod team (not Red) decided that a probation period could be extended since we had no other witnesses to inquire about it.

Crimson came back, and this caused a lot of new witnesses to come out publicly. We were shocked when so many people had new information about this, as we had only the aforementioned evidence to go off of beforehand

Crimson was banned again within the hour. No NSFW was ever shared in the Nevermore Discord.

That should’ve been it, really. A lesson learned for the mod team. But it was not enough for some people.

The tumblr call out came long after the situation had been dealt with. The drama was exaggerated, with tons of misinformation and downright savage hate, blaming Red for things she never did or never were about her. Lots of people who had issues before (and unrelated to the Crimson situation) jumped on the chance to continue their beef, adding a lot of noise and ridiculous accusations, muddying the waters for everyone.

Red was not the person who took the decisions for any of this, and shouldn't have been held accountable for something that happened outside our scope. People should've used the proper Discord channels to report Crimson’s behavior happening outside the Nevermore server. Discord is the only entity that can truly stop an account in every server, actually keeping everyone safe. Every social media has the option to report accounts, and getting those people completely off the platform is way more effective than just removing them from a single server.

Still, Red apologized. People that don't think it's a good apology are people that are still blaming Red for things she didn't do.

Red’s apology had a lot of context, because people decided to take everything outside of Discord and paint it in the worst possible light. A lot of people commenting were posing like innocent bystanders adding to the flames, when in reality they were already involved, and it was necessary to point them out.

Sharing the discord nicknames of people involved is not putting anyone in danger, no matter what their age is. It's not any real name or address. The same people claiming this puts them in danger had apparently no fear of confirming "yes that's me” when the information given was not getting tied back to them.

This whole tumblr thing highlighted how Red and Flynn shouldn’t be trying to mod the community, which has grown a lot more than we expected when the server was first created. They wisely decided to step back to focus on just creating Nevermore.

So Red and Flynn decided to step out, leaving the modding to over 10 people. They've not participated in the mod decisions taken since the server reopened with a new mod team, over a month ago.

Many of the people involved in the Tumblr callouts and harassment were allowed back into the server, despite publicly participating in smearing the server, the creators, and me.

The new mod team is still figuring out the best way to mod a community this big. We want to prioritize safety while still having a chill atmosphere people can enjoy.

The reopening brought changes to the rules and the security in the server. This included taking on onboarding, as well as required phone verification, and new rules about modding outside issues.

We started with the strict policy of no ban will be appealed. This is because giving people second chances is what caused the Crimson situation. It will probably be revisited as we continue learning and deciding what's the best approach to mod the community.

People that were involved in the tumblr discourse continued breaking the rules inside the server. We want to move on from this and letting it fester inside the server would not allow the community to heal and grow. They were warned, and a lot of them continued trying to bait for more drama, so then we banned them. There is no such thing as “banned without reason”, just “banned for a reason the user doesn’t agree with”.

Banned people are not owed explanations or second chances. If there is no appeal, there is no reason to discuss it further with them. If you’ve been banned from a space, you’re not a good match for it. I personally would not like to go back to a place that banned me, for whatever reason. Being banned is not the end of the world, the community is far bigger than the discord server and your friends exist outside of it, too.

It's truly mind blowing to learn tumblr is at it again. We removed Crimson immediately, Red and Flynn are no longer modding, the mod team tripled in size, there is more security in the server, and we’re actively working on making things better and opened everything up for suggestions from the users in the Discord. We’re all doing our best to avoid a situation like Crimson happening ever again.

People who publicly claimed to leave the fandom and left/were banned from the server continue being hung up on it. Please move on. You've said multiple times how much you don't like it here. You don't want to be here, we don't want you here. Stop spreading your toxicity in a tag where people just want to move on and enjoy fan content.

You are allowed to stop supporting or enjoying anything for whatever reason. No one is forcing you to remain in the Nevermore community.

You don’t have to ruin it for everyone on the way out. Turning on other people and harassing bystanders just because they don’t join your hate train is wild.

Stop blaming Red and Flynn for the actions of a mod team. Your personal vendetta against creators that are just trying to write a story you claimed to enjoy is getting out of hand. Please move on, for your own mental health and everyone else’s.

I will go back to Discord now, I just wanted to clear up some things for anyone getting bombarded by the misinformation. I hope this is the last of irrelevant Discord stuff muddying up this tag, and you all can go back to enjoying art, theories, and memes.

#nevermore webtoon

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wol-fica · 2 years ago

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-𝐖𝐨𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞?- 𝐏𝐓𝟑

parings - wenclair x daughter!reader

summary - you were born into a family of freaks, and that was the norm for you. but slowly, your interest in your family diminished due to lack of attention towards you. how will you cope?

warnings - family draamamammamaa

an - wanted to give some sappy R moments with her mothers ( won’t last long tho )

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“Keep a smile on your face Luka, you look stupid when you’re sad.” You murmured to your brother, eyes on your principal as she recited the rules for parents weekend.

It was a dreadful day, grey clouds rolling overhead while a chilly wind blew threw the quad. Students were strewn across the area, some sitting on the picnic tables while others stood shivering in the cool air.

Principal Weems was giving announcements for todays later arrivals; the parents. Soon, the school will be overrun with families from all across the state who have come to see their children’s accidemic successes.

Among that group will be your family, consisting of your parents, brothers, grandparents and uncle. Your mom had insisted on them coming to visit you and Luka, so now the two of you had to worry about impressing all seven of them instead of just four.

“I’m not sad.” Luka whined, pouting slightly, “I’m freezing.”

“Suck it up, weather should not the thing to defeat you today.” You said, wincing when the wind stung your skin, “We still have to deal with them.”

“I’m excited to see everyone, it’s been awhile since Uncle Pugsley has visited.” Luka replied, “Are you ready for Louis and Leo’s chaos?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes at the thought of your younger brothers causing havoc among the school. They will be the death of you, it was just due time until it happened.

“They will behave, or I will throw them into a pit full of rusty needles.”

Luka chuckled, rocking on his feet to keep himself warm as Weems finished up her announcements.

“Your families will start to arrive in about twenty minutes, I suggest you prepare yourselves!” Weems said, dismissing everyone with a wave of her hand.

You cracked your neck, closing your eyes while you rolled out your aching shoulders. The past few nights you had decided to skip sleeping and study the next chapter of Goody’s book; Spells On The Natural Elements, which provided a plethora of useful information for you to use.

Her book has been very interesting, full of spells, potions, ways to commit arson, and even illustrations of mythical animals that she apparently had encountered. Drawings of her life in her village and her distaste for a certain “Crackstone” could be found on almost every page, which was so humorous to you.

“Y/N.” Luka said, bumping his shoulder into yours, “I think they are here.”

Your head turned to the doorway, watching as adults and kids spilled in to greet their nevermore children. Among them, your dark family could be seen entering with grace; excusing your younger brothers sprinting at you and Luka.

“¡Hermana! ¡Hermano!” Leo said, jumping into Luka’s arms for a hug.

Louis was close behind him, shoving himself against you and pulling you into a bone crushing embrace. Your arms were tight at your sides, rigid whil he hugged you.

“Louis.” You snarled, looking down to give him a deadly glare, “Let go.”

He complied, grinning and turning to greet Luka. Leo stepped up to you, but thankfully he had enough of a brain to only hold out his hand for a fist bump. You reluctantly complied, cringing all while you did.

“Nice to see you big sis.” He said cheerfully, giving you a smile, “How’s school going?”

“Utterly horrible.” You replied, a small frown forming on your face, “The people here are disgusting.”

“Sounds awesome.”

You nodded, your focus now on your remaining family members that were making their way towards you. Your uncle looked nervous but happy, waving to people as he passed by. Your grandparents, cheery as ever, had glowing smiles that reached just to their eyes, age barely showing on their clear skin.

And then their was your parents.

Your mom was first, decked out in her colorful attire of white jeans, a large pink coat with feathery edges, a bright blue top, pink winter boots, and a rainbow beanie that draped over her pink and blue streaked hair. Your mother was right behind her, quite the opposite of her outfit. She was dressed in black combat boots, black cargo jeans, a white and black stripped sweater with a black jacket over it, and a thin black scarf to top it all off.

Revolting.

“There are my two favorite eldest grandchildren!” Your grandfather said, pulling you and Luka into a tight hug, “How have you been?”

“We’re alright, just chugging through the school year.” Luka replied, scratching his neck nervously while you scowled.

“I hope you both are enjoying fencing class.” Your grandmother said, gracefully gliding over with a smile, “Have either of you gotten the title?”

“Y/N has!” Luka said happily, but shrank down when you glared at him warningly, “But she doesn’t care for it.”

“Just as an Addams should, you take after your mother so well.” Your grandmother said, clasping her hands together in praise.

You sighed, internally cursing yourself for getting that title. Fencing was never a huge interest for you, but after Weems practically demanded that you take the class, you decided to give it you all rather than be just mediocre. Hence how you got the spot as the teams captain.

“There’s my girl.” A voice sounded, causing your eyes to widen and turn around a little to fast.

Your mom was there, a smile on her face as she held her arms open to you. She was one of the very rare few who you tolerated hugging, something about her embrace was so warm and comforting to you.

“Lobo Madré.” You stated before walking into her arms, your face tucking itself into her neck for comfort.

“What’s going on sweetheart?” Enid questioned with concern, rubbing your back with her hands, “You doing okay?”

You nodded, holding on tightly to her body. She smelled of some sort of fruity perfume, the thick scent invading your senses. Her hugs felt like home, which is where you so badly wanted to be at the moment.

Soft hands came up to your shoulders, pulling you back from her so she could inspect your face. The back of her hand went to your forehead to check your temperature, a frown gracing her lips at the feeling.

“You’re a bit hot. Are you feeling okay?” She questioned, brushing a lock of ebony hair out of your face.

You shrugged, now recognizing the aching headache that sat in the front of your skull. Your eyes closed at the throbbing pain, subconsciously leaning yourself back into your mom’s arms.

“My head hurts.” You mumbled, practically going limp in her warm embrace.

“I think it’s a fever.” She spoke softly, almost as if not directed to you, “Willa, I’m gonna take her to her room.”

“Do you want me to come with you? Is it that bad?” Your mother asked, turning to face your mom.

“Is it okay for her to come?” Enid asked you, squeezing you to get your attention.

You nodded, too sleepy to argue or consider the consequences of your parents potentially finding Goody’s book. Your brain felt foggy and dull, and thoughts were not processing correctly through your head, which meant the percentage of you saying or doing something to reveal your little secret was a solid 75%.

“Okay.” She replied, then turned to address the rest of the family, “We’re gonna take Y/N to her room!”

Everyone nodded, turning back to Luka to talk about school. Your mom clasped her hand in yours and led you along, her arm around your back to keep you steady. The walk was painfully long and uncomfortably quiet, the silence causing anxiety to rise in the back of your throat with each step you took.

Soon, you arrived at the burgundy-scorched door, its brass handles welcoming you into its space. The large, half-rainbow window sent rays of colorful sunlight onto the oak floors, cascading your face in light as you entered your dorm room.

“You kept the window the same?” Your mom questioned, a small smile on her lips, “I thought you would rip it off.”

“Never had the time.” You mumbled, heading to your bed to sit down.

You sat near your pillow, using your body as a wall between the book and your concerned parents. Your nerves were aflame at the thought of yourself getting caught, but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

Wednesday was surveying your room, her fingers tracing the old wood as if she were reminiscing her time at Nevermore. The way her black eyes scanned the room made you nervous, like you didn’t meet her standards of living or something.

You heard shuffling behind you, your mom emerging from your bathroom with a cup of water and some ibuprofen. She came around your bed, sitting next to you to hand you the medicine. You slipped the pill into your mouth, taking the glass from your moms hand to help you swallow it.

“That will help you feel better.” Enid said, pulling a piece of hair behind your ear, “You should sleep as well.”

You nodded, setting the now empty glass on your desk before moving to remove your shoes. Your mother came around to you, grabbing the chair from your desk to sit in front of you.

“Have you been sleeping normally? Any random headaches or feral urges?” Your mom asked, her hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner, “Has the moon been exceptionally interesting lately?”

You sighed, shaking your head no. Whenever you got sick or received any migraines, your mom would immediately be concerned if you were potentially wolfing out, but that never was the case.

“Just headaches.” You said, kicking your shoes under the bed, “And some nausea.”

“Dizziness?” Wednesday asked, leaning her hands on her knees whilst watching you, “Light Headed?”

“Yeah…”

She pursed her lips, giving Enid a look that somewhat resembled an “i think i know what’s going on.”

“Have you had any visions?”

Your head shot up, a look of pure horror on your face. Why would she ask that? Did Luka say something? What do they know?

“No, of course not.” You responded a bit too quickly, your voice shaky and untruthful.

“Y/N…” Your mom said, running her hand up and down your back, “Be honest with us.”

You sucked in a breath, your bottom lip slipping in between your teeth. You had two options; tell them the truth and potentially lose your progress with Goody's book, and also be sent to therapy. Or lie and say you are just feeling sick and a bit feverish because of the drop in temperature.

“I…” You started, your voice faltering under your mothers deadly gaze, “I’ve been seeing some things…”

Wednesday sighed, shaking her head slightly and looking away from you in disappointment. She stood up, walking towards your window to look out of it.

“You should have told me.”

“Why?” You asked, confused at her statement, “What would that do?”

She turned around, disbelief on her facial features as she stared at you. Your mom was silent beside you, her gaze switching between you and Wednesday.

“Because I can advise you, so you don’t end up hurting yourself.” She said, slowly turning back to the window.

“Like you ever cared before.” You muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

She whipped back around, now standing in an offensive stance.

“I do care, you are my child.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and standing up to brush your pants out.

“Doesn’t feel like that.” You said, walking around your bed to put your uniform jacket in the hamper.

“I’m sorry you don’t acknowledge my affection for you.” She stated; a challenge.

“And I’m sorry you can’t even get your compliments across without cringing in disgust.” You growled, throwing your socks into the laundry basket.

“Y/N.” Your mom scolded softly, a warning to back down.

“No, let her be defiant.” Wednesday said, rolling her eyes at you, “She will see where it gets her.”

“Probably in the same spot I’m always in; the corner where no one sees me.” You replied snarkily, shaking your hair out.

“Y/N!” Enid said, now standing up to face you, “Don't speak to your mother like that.”

“What difference does it make? You two don’t give two shits about me anyways.”

Your mother gave a low hum, stepping towards you until Enid stopped her by putting her hands on her chest.

“Enid let go, she shouldn’t be allowed to act like this.”

“Yeah, let her go!” You shouted back, a coy smile on your face, “Let her hit her kid and see what it does!”

“Y/N stop.” Your mom said, turning to you with a glare, “We did not raise you to act like this.”

You laughed, shocking the both of them. Your body doubled over with a giggling fit, your eyes wet from tears.

“You barely even raised me at all.” You wheezed, wiping some wetness from your eyes.

“Dammit Enid, let go.” Wednesday snarled, trying to push past her wife, “Her attitude is pissing me off.”

“And honestly!” You continued on, knowing your next point will hit a nerve, “I wish you two were never my parents.”

The silence in the room was deafening, one could hear a pin drop if they stood in the space. Normally, you would find people's utter shock and horror to be amusing, but being that your mom’s mouths were wide open in disbelief, you felt a pang of sadness in the pit of your stomach.

Tears were first, welling up in the rims of Enid’s eyes. They cascaded down her face, dripping off of her chin and onto the floor. Her lip wobbled sadly, and you almost felt bad for her. Wednesday on the other hand, was completely frozen. She looked as blank as an empty canvas, her normally terrifying eyes looking dull and distant.

“You don’t mean that…” Your mom said slowly, her voice shaky from crying, “Tell me you don’t mean that.”

Feeling defiant, you stuck your chest out and tilted your head up slightly, “Every. Word.”

Unsurprisingly, Enid let out a sob, her body collapsing into Wednesday’s arms. The latter held her close, a familiarly disappointed look directed at you.

“Hope you’re happy.” She said to you before taking Enid by the hand and leading her out of the room, leaving you alone.

Typical, You thought.

A voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to run after them and apologize, to take back every word and say it was the fever talking; but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

You were stubborn and single-minded, only looking out for yourself and ignoring anyone’s advances of trying to be close to you. Friends were not an option, and you wouldn’t even care for them anyways…..wait…..that sounded way too familiar.

Maybe you were more like Wednesday than you actually thought.

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lesone-shot · 4 months ago

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Enid's Girl

Enid Sinclair x fem!reader In which, Nevermore guys are hitting on Y/N and flirting with her which causes Enid to be somewhat jealous, protective, and possessive of her best friend TW: swearing

Enid's POV:

I'm sitting here beside my best friend, Y/N L/N, in Miss Thornhill's class, learning about plants. I'm not paying attention to what she's saying as every time I try in her class I fail but when I don't I pass and do semi-decent. So, I'm trying not to listen too much and try too hard.

"Psst", I hear someone whisper when Miss Thornhill turns and faces the board, beginning to write an explanation for something. I turn and see a guy hand me a note and tilt his head toward Y/N. "Hand it to her, yeah?" he whispers to me. I take it and turn around, opening the note and reading it.

"You look really hot today—Xavier," the note reads. I immediately roll my eyes and fold it over, handing it to Y/N. Y/N looks at the note, then at me, and stares, not paying attention to Miss. She opens the note, reads it, shuts it over, scrunches it up, and puts it into the nearest bin. I smile and hear a sigh from a guy behind us, making me cover my mouth as I quietly laugh, watching her sweetly smile at Xavier and sit beside me.

"I thought you liked him," I whispered to her. She shook her head and stared in shock at my words.

"Definitely not" she replied, quietly, before laughing. "Don't want Bianca after me, do I?"

"No, that'd be terrible" I replied, nodding my head and she hummed as she faced Thornhill and went back to taking notes and paying attention like the goody-two-shoes she is. I envy her sometimes and her ability to do everything with ease. It's difficult for me to focus, write stuff down, memorize it- it's all too much for my brain yet for her, it's effortless.

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It's lunch right now, Y/N and I are walking to the quad, chatting away about whatever and she starts to tell me about this character in this franchise she's watching called 'Remus' or 'Moony'? I don't understand it but apparently, he's a werewolf and is called Moony and she's telling me how she wished to be called Moony because of how cool of a nickname it is. Someone budges past her which causes her to bump into me.

"Shit, sorry Enid" Y/N apologises to me, making sure Im okay and her inspecting me as if I had been punched or battered to the ground. While, out of nowhere, Ajax randomly appears and grips the guy's hand, turning him to face Ajax only to push him.

"Hey watch where you're going." He states angrily at the guy who barged into Y/N. Y/N immediately looks towards Ajax and stares in confusion.

"Shut up, man. Back off." The guy replies, Ajax scoffs and crosses his arms.

"You back off. You could've hurt h-"

"-Shut up Ajax, I'm fine. Just drop it" Y/N tells him to do which he agrees to, walking towards her and resting his hand on her back, directing her to the quad and I follow after Ajax and Y/N, who are bickering like siblings.

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Turns out the guy who bumped into Y/N is now public enemy number one. Some guy named Carter had done it, and ever since then, people have practically been glaring at him and he hasn't talked to anyone due to how a lot of the guys will just have a go at him for what he had done. Y/N, of course, found this ridiculous and shook her head.

"I hate men" Y/N comments, shaking her head as she gets up. She walked over towards Carter. I watch them interact and at first Carter seems nervous to talk to her but after a few seconds of talking, he seems relaxed, and they're talking, laughing and smiling. Y/N rests her hand on his forehead and smiles sweetly at him. "You need anything, you tell me, okay?" she asks him, and he nods. "You got that, pretty eyes?" she replies, pointing at him and smiling but raising her eyes as she tries to look as stern as possible which only makes him laugh, admiring her, nodding his head.

"Yes, ma'am" he confirms, she hums moving her finger down and no longer pointing.

"Good, that's more like it" she replies and rests her hand underneath her chin. "What class you got next? Better a free period so I can get to know you better, Carter" she expresses to him. Her bottom lip slips between her teeth as she leans closer in the middle, Carter leaning closer to the middle with her while Y/N is looking down at the piece of paper in front of him.

"Sadly not a free period"

"Oh well, that's unfortunate" Y/N replies sighing and getting off of her seat from across from him and removing her hand from underneath her chin. She walks around and hugs him, he hugs her back, his hand resting on her waist and I immediately get angry, wanting to hurt him. "See you around, Carter. Stay out of trouble, pretty boy, I don't wanna see that beautiful face broken" she says, gliding her hand over his arm and walking back over to my table but glances back at him and he nods.

"You got it, Y/N" he replies, Carter watching her walk away and smiling, his cheeks are slightly pink and Y/N turns to face us and sits down beside me, sighing contently and letting her shoulders fall. I roll my eyes, immediately knowing that Y/N has made the only boy who didn't know her name start to fall in love with her,

"He's fine now" Y/N informs everyone beforehand, she kept commenting on how she felt sorry for Carter and how all of the guys were being rude to him hence why she went over and talked to him.

"Yeah, cause of you" reply, stating the obvious which seems to be completely oblivious to Y/N, noticing her turn her head towards me with a sort've confused look.

"I didn't do anything?"

"Oh, come on, you so flirted" Davina defends me, her mouth falls open and she scoffs, waving it off.

"Did not. Tell her E, tell her. I didn't flirt" Y/N says, wrapping her arms around my right arm, which was the closest to her, she glances between my eyes and smiles widely. I look into her eyes which are so difficult to say 'no' to and sigh, dejectedly.

"You...did" I confirmed, noticing her groan and removed her arms from my arm and rested her forearms on the table.

"You lot always think I'm flirting" she complains, looking down at the table and sighing. Her lips slightly pursed outwards as if she was pouting.

"Cause you always are" Yoko quips, casually, which makes Davina laugh and Y/N's mouth fall open in shock, I try to hide my laughter due to how quick Yoko was with her quip. Y/N throws her fry at Yoko, which makes Yoko and Davina laugh together, both girls sharing a look with one another and then focusing on Y/N's upset demeanor. Spending the rest of lunch trying to reassure her that flirting isn't a bad thing but it is when the whole school is in love with her which she denied profusely.

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Me and Y/N are in her dorm room, her roommates are gone and she's showing me the third movie of the Harry Potter franchise. It's actually not that bad, I thought that it was for kids or something but it's actually really good. Reminds me of our school somewhat and when the name 'Remus' appeared, she began to tell me everything she researched.

"I see why you love the nickname 'Moony', it's actually really cool" I commented, noticing her smile widely and cuddle into me as we continued to watch the third installment. "Do you want me to call you that from now on?" I ask her, noticing her turn to me and her eyes light up.

"Really?" she asks, her voice slightly breaking due to her uncontained excitement which makes me laugh. I nod, she smiles and nods excitedly, focusing on the movie. I rub her back, continuing to watch the movie with her and feeling somewhat protective over her.

I don't want anyone to hurt her and I definitely want to stop anyone who tries to.

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I and Y/N are walking along the hallway to head to our next class and I notice a guy looking at Y/N, waiting got get her attention but she ignores him, completely engrossed in our conversation that she seems upset when she doesn't pay any attention to him.

"Hi Y/N" The boy greets her, and I immediately swap sides with her.

"Fuck off, Grant" I spit at him, he jumps in surprise and speeds away. Y/N giggles and looks at me in surprise, I smile at her. "Continue" I smiled.

"Uhm...you-you wanna tell me what was that about?" she chuckled, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at me. I shake my head.

"What was what about?"

"Come on, E, you know just as much as the next person that he didn't deserve that" Y/N attempts to tell me off but I shrug and shake my head.

"No idea what you mean" I confess, noticing her sigh and move her arm around my waist, my arm around my neck and we continue walking to class, her continuing the conversation where we left while we plan our next Harry Potter night.

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We're in class and I notice that we got told to be put into pairs.

"Moony!" I call on Y/N to see her immediately apologise to someone and point towards me, saying something and resting her hand on the guy's hand and stroking it saying something then walking towards me. "Hey partner" I greet her, she smiles and shakes her head.

"You just couldn't wait for me to get away from him, huh?" she teases, I smile and nod my head, her kissing me head and shaking her head.

"Hey, Y/N, wanna be partners?" another guy asked, she looked over at him and smiled sweetly. "I'm so sorry, I'm with Enid but I promise you next time. I'll find you, yeah?" she assured him, he smiled and nodded his head.

"All right, thanks"

"No problem- oh my god, I love your ring" she compliments, lifting his hand and admiring the ring.

"I can show you where I got it from if you want?"

"She's busy," I say, turning to face them, fed up with hearing any more of him talking to her. "Me and Moony got places to be after this, so mind just telling us where you got it?" I ask him, noticing him stare at me confused and tell Y/N the place then walk off. I face Y/N and see her staring at me, disapprovingly, but a wide smile is on her lips so I know she's not really going to scold me.

"Come on, you" Y/N says and faces the desk, both of us beginning to work in pairs and figure out what to do.

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"Luna!" I hear someone yell and when I turn around, I see Y/N jogging over towards me with a smile tugging on her lips. "I Figured out a nickname! Luna!"

"Luna's a name, love" I remind her, she hums and begins to point at me while the other hand rests on my shoulder.

"But it also means Moon" she counters, excitedly and smiling. "Ah-ah-ah! See? Proved you wrong. You're my Luna! I'm your Moony! It's perfect" she continues to express to me, continuing to walk with me. I shrug lightly and nod, humming afterward at the name in agreement.

"Anything for my Moony" I replied, wrapping an arm around her and she leaned into me. I notice a guy approach her and immediately growl, he sees me, eyes widen and he walks away.

"You really got to stop doing that" she smiled

"It's funny" I replied, giggling and walking alongside her.

My Moony really means MY Moony, no one else's.

#wlw #gl #one-shot #enid sinclair #enid x reader #enid x female reader #wednesday series #lesbian #fem x fem #Enid #Sinclair #Enid Sinclair x Y/N #emma myers

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wholesomefluffdaddy · 7 months ago

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 25

Current Moon Phase: New Moon 🌑

Though to label the entry as such feels misleading… It has been approximately 5 years since I last recorded my observations of the werewolf Enid Sinclair - now Enid Addams and my wife. I recall begrudgingly taking on this journaling assignment as suggested by my court-mandated therapist. All those years ago I foolishly thought I was only writing about my werewolf.

Reflecting upon my past notes and experiences it seems rather apparent that I was drawn to Enid for reasons other than purely academic curiosity. How soon was it that the family curse took effect? I believe I know. I recall entering Nevermore, for the first time, with nothing but loathing and self pity. I remember how far I was in planning my escape from the academy when the door to that room was opened. Admittedly, the sudden and violent exposure to so many vivid colors at once had stunned me temporarily like a blinding light. And then…

'Howdy roomie!' Said the most vicious and fearsome werewolf I would ever have the pleasure of meeting. My eyes widened, my heart stopped, and I forgot to breathe. The rush and mix of such confusing and conflicting feelings left me speechless and unable to move. The curse must have taken effect then and it has grown exponentially stronger ever since. Not a moment goes by that I do not think of her, mi amor, mi vida, mi loba, my wife.

I feel that there is much I could write about, as much time has passed between journal entries. Perhaps I shall summarize the most notable events before explaining why I have returned to recording my thoughts and observations.

Enid and I were wed shortly before the Snow Moon and Lupercalia. I did not care to have a large or extravagant ceremony and neither did Enid. We simply eloped one weekend. Our friends at the academy attended with surprising enthusiasm at such short notice. Unfortunately this meant the leech Tanaka was also in attendance, who I was later informed 'livestreamed' the event, thus causing both our families to learn of our union. This regrettably led to much verbal reprimanding and a second, much larger ceremony which included Enid's whole pack and the entire Addams clan.

To have a pack of werewolves and Addams in one location would likely indicate some sort of apocalyptic disaster or coup at the very least. Nevertheless it wasn't absolute torture.

After graduation we spent a few years traveling. I solved cold cases and Enid was able to work on her journalism. After what Enid considered 'one too many' close calls it was decided we would settle back in Vermont. I was told it would be temporary. However, it has become quite apparent that is not the case.

Enid and I, through the use of the unholiest of rituals, have produced two offspring: Azalea and Oleander. They are the reason I have returned to journaling my werewolf observations. Since they share half their genetic makeup with mi loba they too are werewolves, and full werewolves as Enid explained it is a dominant gene.

Though one would not know this upon observing them on a day such as today under the new moon. There are no noticeable wolfish characteristics, nor will there be until the moon waxes. Then their tiny vocalizations will turn to whimpers, howls, and barks and their nails shift to tiny claws.

I wish to record their reactions to the moon phases and well as the twelve moons of the year. I believe this will help me in better addressing their needs as a parent. Enid agrees and has volunteered to assist me in this endeavor.

That's right Babycakes! Wednesday! (And I promise to keep the emojis to a minimum! 😉) I was kind of surprised, and not, to learn she was secretly journaling about me all those years ago. Willa was so homosexually repressed- But moving on! So! Our two little cubs: Lea and Ollie.

🌸 Azalea "Lea" Addams. Werewolf. Girl. Age: 6 months. Hair: Black. Eyes: Brown. Height: about 2 feet.

🌺 Oleander "Ollie" Addams. Werewolf. Boy. Age: 6 months. Hair: Blonde. Eyes: Brown. Height: about the same as his sister.

They were born in late October. Two Scorpios or as Willa calls them 'our little scorpions'. (I sometimes wonder if she didn't plan this ) Their little personalities are starting to come out more.

Lea, while she looks like a carbon copy of Willa, is pretty loud and very energetic. Once the full moon rolls around she is howling her little lungs out. It's adorable but it can be tiring. Both Willa and I have just accepted that we won't sleep those nights.

Ollie has my hair but Willa's eyes, and just like Willa he likes to stare… a lot. He's quieter than his sister but still just as adventurous. That means he's usually able to get up to more trouble without us noticing.

There's nothing too exciting to report today. Like Willa said it's the new moon so there isn't much wolfish behavior, just Addams behavior, which honestly is more chaotic in my opinion. We had just put them in their cribs for their nap when Wednesday noticed this like HUGE spider on the wall in the nursery. She gets this look in her eye before turning to me.

I know exactly what she's thinking and I try to stop her before she starts but then the cubs notice the spider too. Lea starts huffing and pointing at it, Ollie is staring at it, and Willa is looking like Christmas came early. My answer was immediately 'NO' but this was obviously out of my control when the spider decided to start skittering across the wall.

I go to grab our cubs, because that eight legged monster was heading right towards the crib, but unfortunately I wasn't quick enough. Lea tries swatting at it before Ollie grabs it. I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to squish it, he looked so sad when he opened his little hand and didn't see it moving anymore.

I'm grossed out, he looks like he's on the verge of tears, and then Lea crawls over and tries to eat it. Luckily Willa intervened and wiped the smushed spider out of his hand. Ollie and Lea both started crying and it took some time to get them both settled again. Poor little cubs. This was definitely Addams behavior for sure - It reminded me of all those times Willa brought me spiders, which was creepy but also oddly endearing. 💕

#ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #wenclair #wednesday is oblivious #wednesday is soft for enid #wholesomefluffdaddy

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never-say-neverwhore · 7 months ago

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for the ask game. eulalie. go

yessma'am!

How I feel about this character

Overall, I really like Eulalie's character, and her vibes! I love how she's almost doll-like, and manages to be graceful while also a bit clumsy when it comes to socializing (mood). However, it does sort of bug me how most of the time she's written as only an addition to Berenice (and vise versa), and specifically the less useful of the two. The only time she's really been able to be of help to the group OUTSIDE of the group (/ teaming up with someone (Berenice)) was the end of the first season, where she puts in her two cents about the theory of the afterlife and her support of Lenore, which serves as a tipping point to get the others on board. (10/10 scene btw I fuckin loved it)

I wish she got more time to shine, and really show her strengths more than just a helper / secondary to other characters. Other than that, I do have one more thing that sort of bugs me, which is, funnily enough even though I quite like her design... Her design. Her design is nice, don't get me wrong-- I love the vibes, she's one of my favorite characters to draw. However, considering she's supposed to be Japanese, and comparing her to other characters, it really feels like she sort of just got the anime treatment...? She has these big wide eyes, purple hair (although it's apparently just a stylistic choice, but something that affects her specifically and no one else), and her eyes and eyelashes are more stylized than most the rest of the cast. While that's not bad as itself, I just wish she was given more actual Asian features, or made so that it's a bit clearer that she's Japanese rather than just her Spectre and her last meal (which, to be fair, while it's a Japanese meal, it's a little funny to assume ethnicity based just on foodstuff imo)

Even with all of this, though, I love love LOVE Eulalie, she's probably one of my top 3-4 Nevermore characters, and I'm excited to see how she grows next season!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Oo fun stuff. Let's see...

Pluto

I find their interactions fun, but honestly what I ship them for is more of what they could be rather than what they are. I like how Pluto's an absolute mess lol, then Eulalie just being the embodiment of :)? I think they could be fun, they deserve to bond more like how they sort of did at the end of the season. Pluto loves etymology, Eulalie loves the afterlife and mythology, there's a large overlap between etymology and mythology, so they should have an autism off about that I think. And smooch a bit maybe.

Berenice

I honestly haven't thought much on them, but I find them really cute! I love how they play off each other, and how just casually affectionate they are with each other. Rather than them being completely whipped for the other (sort of like how Pluto is an absolute mess crushing on Eula), I see them as very down to earth and casual about their relationship, not too flustered over it most the time. They can just casually cuddle and talk about their day, and that's good for them! Honestly talking about them for the first time and yeah. I should draw them, they're cute :]

Annabel Lee

Random curveball, ha! Again with my sentiment with Pluto but blown to the extreme, I like them for what they could be rather than what they are. Seeing as they have a total of 1 tiny interaction lol. Honestly I got drawn into this by some friends on discord, and like... hear me out.

Annabel constantly is on guard, and people only sees what she wants them to see. Everything she does is an act, and she finds being seen in truth by other people terrifying. Eulalie, on the other hand, doesn't hide who she is at all. She's completely honest, almost to a fault, and earnest too. She says what she thinks, and genuinely thinks what she says. She's not afraid of how people think of her or judge her, and as such, she's much less afraid of people than Annabel is. I feel like Annabel, as she's around Eulalie more, could come to really respect and even admire that about her. At first, she's certain, something's going to happen to "make her see reason". However, even when Eulalie's harassed a bit, she bounces back, and she doesn't take it to heart. That really makes Annabel see... wow. She's stronger than her in that way. Yet maybe instead of viewing her as a threat, she finds herself wanting to get closer to her, and see just how she does it.

Eulalie, on the other hand, is simply a curious critter, as one might say. She sees Annabel and goes oo! She seems neat! She has no qualms about talking to her (and apparently messing with her hair lol), and overall is just genuinely curious of What is Up with this lady. She finds Annabel strange, to be honest, in her demeanor. She seems so reserved, yet perfectly put together at the same time. It's almost uncanny, really. She finds it sort of fascinating. As they get closer and closer, maybe Annabel starts to lower her guard a little, and Eulalie goes !! Wow... that's the real her. She's spectacular. I want to see more!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Another hear me out...

Will!

After the manor arc Eulalie is sort of just like... Will, hon (/p), Blink twice.

No but in all seriousness, again, Eulalie is very close to her friends and wants to protect them. She feels obligated to help them, but not from fear or guilt, but because they're her friends and she wants them safe. Will, meanwhile, likewise feels obligated, and yes, does care about Montresor, but it's more out of fear (both of him, yes, but also abandonment in general). So while Lenore can yell at him till the cows come home about Montresor not actually caring about him, I think Eulalie can help make him realize that friendships should support both sides, not just one, and overall like... man help this man. Free my mans. I find his and Montresor's interactions fascinating don't get me wrong, and he's guilty too Will is not innocent but please. separate these two a little . Except Eula I feel would actually be able to explain it not in a "montresor is using you and is a terrible person" sort of way (even if she thinks that), but in a "this friendship is hurting you more than it's helping" sort of way. Idk

My unpopular opinion about this character

,,,she actually has one of if not my least favorite spectre designs,,, (I love her powers though they're so pretty though) im sorry girl 😭

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I fucking WISH we had gotten a flashback or scene of after Will kinda got um. impaled numerous times by Eulalie lol. Like- since he was in spectre form, he didn't die from that, but since Eulalie's powers iirc allow her revert malevolent spectres, and he's neutral, I dunno if she would've been even able to let him die??? So like... best she can do is remove the lances lol, I'm just curious on how that went down,,, cuz she clearly felt bad, Berenice did too, and then there's Will being self deprecating and also impaled so like. Fun times. I wish we had seen more of what happened there.

#nevermore webtoon #jam's jamming #eulalie nevermore

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cami-stuffs · 1 year ago

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Pushing Towards You

Chapter 1: Back to Nevermore

Calista was in the middle of a meeting when a message came in. It was from her ex-wife, Gaia.

"G: Hey. I have some news. Let me know if you are free to have dinner with us tonight"

By us, she means her and your teenage daughter, Ártemis. Before you can answer, Ártemis texts you as well.

"A: Hey, mum. Mumma G wants to have dinner with us tonight. She said she had big news to share. I hope you can make it. Love you."

"C: See you later, babe. Miss you and Love you." You answered to your daughter.

Only then do you remember to reply to Gaia.

"C: Hey. It settled. I'll be taking the dessert. See you."

Calista was a pharmacist. She is a professor at the University of North Carolina, where she graduated and received her doctorate. She was also an outcast, although her colleagues didn't know about this part of her life. It took a bit of effort to hide what she was since telekinesis was a power that came to a hand sometimes. Nevertheless, Calista was aware of the relationship between normies and outcasts. That was a constant subject of discussion with Gaia, who never missed the chance to express her thoughts about how normies are arrogant and prejudiced.

Gaia was a botanist whose powers involved mimicking plants' essence and features as long as she was in contact with them at least once. For that, she had a free spirit and mind. This freedom included the speech of her thoughts and her feelings toward people no matter what. Calista admired her ex-wife for being so herself, but this wasn't enough to keep the marriage going. Over the years, the differences became too apparent. For the sake of their daughter, they decided on a friendly divorce and maintain a healthy relationship.

Consequently, having dinner together weekly became a tradition, especially when one had something to share with the other two. Tonight was no different, and Calista was heading to Gaia's apartment with the promised dessert. Ringing the bell, she heard a yelling from inside.

"It's open! Come on in!". Gaia was in front of the oven, finishing what looked like a Spaghetti Carbonara.

"Hey, you!" You greeted her. "Hmm...That smells delicious." You simply loved good pasta.

"Well, since I was the one who sent the invitation, I felt the need to spoil my two Italian girls!" Gaia said, smiling at you.

"I'm not your girl anymore, but thank you anyway." You replied.

"Yeah, yeah... Sorry about that. It's just a habit." Gaia said, blushing lightly.

"That's ok. And where is Ártemis?" You asked, changing the subject.

"In the shower. She just came back from the gym. I guess all these exercises are making her feel better. She seems so relaxed!" Gaia pointed out. Ártemis had a bad year at school. Turning fifteen brought some unpleasant changes in her point of view, but expected ones in her mothers'.

"That's awesome. It makes me glad to see her feel better about herself. But I've been thinking, and I guess it's time for us three to consider Nevermore an option for her education. After all, we both studied there. It is the right place for outcasts. I know is far away, and we will miss her, but..." Calista was interrupted by her daughter entering the room.

"Hey, mumma C! How are you? Who are you going to miss?" Ártemis asked, embracing her mother from behind.

"Hey, my precious. I was just saying to your mumma G about sending you to...Wow!" Turning around to face Ártemis, Calista was startled by her height. "I swear that you look higher since the last time I put my eyes on you, and It's been what? A couple of days?" Ártemis was indeed taller, and that growing-up speediness was one of the reasons why she felt so uneasy lately.

"Yeah...Well, I am taller, yes. But, as you can see, I am also stronger!" She said playfully, exhibiting her muscles.

"I can see! My pretty little monster!" You replied, laughing at her.

"So...what were you two talking about?" Ártemis asked, sitting on a stool in the kitchen.

"I was just telling your mother that maybe It's time for you to study at Nevermore." Calista said, looking from Ártemis to Gaia, seeking support.

"Wait...are you serious? Oh my goodness, thank you!" Ártemis jumped out of the stool and held her mother close in a tight hug. Calista searched for Gaia's great green eyes, waiting for her to say something. "Are you both aware I would be almost a thousand miles away from home? By my own! Is it okay?" Ártemis asked, stepping back.

"I was saving all this conversation for after the dinner, but you two are in a hurry to discuss this. So, I called you both today to announce that I am the new Botany Professor at Nevermore Academy!" Gaia was beaming in joy. Returning to their old school was in her life plans after graduation, but marriage and Ártemis made her delay it.

"Heeey... What a great news, mom! Congratulations!" Ártemis hugged Gaia.

"Well done, G! What an achievement! A whole life dream. I'm proud of you!" Calista cheered her ex-wife, indeed.

"Thank you for the support. From both of you! I was interviewed by the deputy headmaster last week after I applied for the position. And today, the big news came!" Gaia was beyond happiness. "That's why I wanted to talk to you. As a member of the school staff and a mother, Ártemis has a vacancy there. And I agree with you, Calista. Nevermore is the right place for her, for all outcasts, in my opinion." Gaia completed.

Dinner time passed smoothly. Calista decided to go on vacation to help Gaia and Ártemis move to Vermont. Ártemis was thrilled about going to a school for outcasts. She wanted to know all about the school. Her two mothers happily fulfilled such a task. They told her about the school, the events Nevermore held, and their outcast fellows. When they mentioned their friends' powers, Ártemis became quiet and with a distant stare.

"Temis, darling, what is going on?" Calista was worried about her daughter's sudden change in mood.

"Do you think they gonna accept me? Me and my powers?" Ártemis asked Calista and Gaia. The mothers exchanged glances.

"I must admit that we haven't met any shapeshifter back in our time, right, Calista?" Gaia reached for her ex-wife.

Calista has met a shapeshifter at Nevermore. Larissa Weems, her teenage crush. But Larissa made Calista promise never to tell anyone about her, so Calista never did. Including now. Seeing her daughter and her doubts about herself made Calista heartache, but Calista kept the promise. Shapeshifters were not well accepted, including among outcasts. Exposing one on behalf of the other was no use for Calista. But she came up with an idea. Maybe Larissa, wherever she is, could help Ártemis find herself and understand her powers. Making a mind note, Calista decided to call Larissa at another moment and ask her for assistance.

"Shapeshifters are rare. But we are very supportive at Nevermore. Rivalry and fights occur for common reasons, as with the normies. Powers are never used as a form of bullying. I am pretty sure you're going to fit in. Besides, if you don't feel confident enough to tell your friends about your powers, just don't. Take your time." Calista reassured her daughter. "In my opinion, you should be worrying about having your mother as your botany teacher." Calista joked. Ártemis bulged her eyes, suddenly remembering this "tiny" detail.

"Oh my goodness! Mumma G, will you take it easy on me, please?" Ártemis pleaded with puppy eyes.

"Have I ever taken?" Gaia smirked.

"Not that I can recall." Ártemis seemed defeated.

"There you go, your answer, child. But I feel you won't need any help from me or anyone. " Gaia winked affectionately at her daughter.

"Good luck with that, babe." Calista wished to Ártemis playfully. The dynamic between the two was very well-known for Calista. Gaia was stern to Ártemis. Ártemis was clever and skillful, but her low self-esteem stood in her way. She didn't trust herself. So Gaia tried hard to make Ártemis see her greatness. Sometimes, Gaia tried too hard. Keeping the balance between them was a role played by Calista. And now, with their departure, all she could do was wish good luck to both.

"Well...I think we call it a day. Tomorrow, I'll ask for my vacation and be free to help you guys pack." Calista declared. "Now, bed!" She pointed out to Ártemis.

"Can I have a hot chocolate before bed?" Ártemis required.

"Hot chocolate? Really? After this marvelous dinner and a panna cotta for dessert?" Calista exclaimed incredulously. "I am still trying to figure out where this taste for hot chocolate comes from. It's not from me. I am sure." Calista pointed out.

"It's a cozy drink, almost an affectionate one. I don't know why." Ártemis said dreamly.

"A whisky is a cozy drink for me," Gaia whispered.

"Can I try it? Maybe I'll change my cozy drink." Ártemis asked, half playful, half expectant.

"Of course not! You're fifteen. I'll make you a hot chocolate, and then, bed!" Calista finished that strange conversation about cozy drinks.

Later, at home, Calista decided to call Larissa. It's been a while since they last spoke. She dialed the numbers and anxiously waited for Larissa to answer.

Larissa Weems' answering machine: "Hello, you've reached Larissa Weems. I'm unable to come to the phone right now. Leave your message, and I'll return your call when I'm free. Thank You."

"Hey, Larissa. It's me, Calista. Calista Cos'Anto, by the way. It's been a while. Guess what! I have a daughter who is coming to Nevermore Academy this year. Can you believe it? Well, I'm calling to ask you for some help. I know I have disappeared since the last time we've seen each other, but only you can help. Ártemis, my daughter, is a shapeshifter, and you are the only shapeshifter I've ever met before her. Don't worry, I still keep my promise. No one knows about you. But Ártemis has trust issues and doesn't know how to control her powers. I was wondering if you could help her. I don't know if you are back in England or still live in the US. Call me back if you feel you can help me. I hope you are doing great. See you. Bye."

Well, that was it. There was no turning back. Calista's mind was spinning. Too many emotions for just one day. Her beloved daughter was going away; she had just sent a message to her former crush, and now she was returning to Nevermore, even if it was just for a few weeks.

She could barely wait to see her old school again and make sure it would be a home for her daughter as it was for her.

Chapter 2

#larissa weems #larissa weems x ofc #original character #f/f fanfic #lesbian fic #wedneday #wlw #pushing towards you series #principal weems #gwendoline christie #calista cosanto #lesbian #lesbian smut fic #sapphic #principal larissa weems #larissa weems fanfic #weems

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 years ago

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Could I request a laurel gates x fem!reader

Reader joins nevermore and is really shy, she never says anything to anyone. No one really knows what her power is. But she catches laurels/Marilyn’s eye and when laurel is looking for her and she is not in her dorm starts frantically looking for her only to find reader outside the greenhouse using her magic, she can manipulate the earth and plants etc, this attracts laurel more and she starts speaking to reader, at first reader never really answered instead just giving her lots of flowers, and eventually reader started writing notes too , that is until reader finally speaks to laurel

Laurel knows reader trusts her and laurel knows reader can be easily manipulated to help with her plan. But even so laurel is in love reader and reader is inlove with laurel

The reader will do anything for laurel

And laurel will do anything for the reader

(I love your fics of byee 😜)

Wow, this is a great idea. I love this plot, but I think one work is not enough for that story, so i'm gonna write a trilogy. I decide to give reader a name, I think it fits better. I hope you like it. I love that request, you inspired me so much!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!

Never talk to flowers

Part 1: Flowers and notes

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader (OC Rose)

Warnings: Bad social skills

Word count: 3,309

Summary: You are new at Nevermore. You don’t talk to anyone, your shyness was a big problem, but you’ll know someone with you can be yourself.

N/A: Requests are open!! I love all your ideas. Sorry about the language mistakes.

“Well, that's all. I welcome you to Nevermore, Rose,” Principal Weems said.

You weren't really excited about being there at all. Your mother thought it would be a good place for you, but you didn't think there was a place in the world that was right for you. Since you were a little girl, contact with people scared you. Your shyness slowly made you an outcast, and that only made things worse.

You were already a girl of few words, but the bad experiences you had in your previous high school made you decide not to talk to anyone.

You nodded politely and the principal smiled at you. Naturally your mother had informed her of your problems and she understood them. That made things easier.

Someone knocked on the door and you turned around, scared.

“Oh, Miss Thornhill, how fitting,” Larissa said, getting up from her chair.

An innocent-looking redheaded woman entered the office. From the first moment she caught your attention, you didn't know why.

“Principal Weems, the mayor's secretary has arrived, she says she wants to talk to you,” that curious woman said.

“Perfect, perfect. Rose, This is Marilyn Thornhill, she will be one of your teachers here at the academy,” Larissa spoke with a cordial voice. “This is Rose, our new student.”

“Nice to meet you, Rose, how are you?” She told you, smiling, extending her hand.

You didn't answer, but for some reason, you did shake that woman's hand, a gesture that was extraordinary for you. She looked at you strangely, surely because of your lack of response.

“Excuse her, Marilyn. She is a very shy girl,” Larissa explained. “Would you be so kind as to accompany her to her room? I'm afraid I have business to attend to.”

The redhead nodded, looking at you curiously.

“Come on, come with me,” she told you softly.

You looked down and obeyed. For some unknown reason, your cheeks turned red and you got a little nervous. Meeting new people always gave you those kinds of reactions, but this time it was something different.

The two of you walked through the corridors, in silence. Being quiet was your usual way of behaving, but apparently it made Marilyn feel a little uncomfortable.

“Well, Rose…” She said, walking slower.

You raised your head and made eye contact with her. Surely your expression was not the most indicated to have a conversation.

“I hope you like it here. At first it scares a bit, but you get used to it, trust me,” she told you with a soft voice.

You just nodded.

“I'll be your botany teacher, by the way. Do you like plants?” She asked you, desperately trying to communicate with you.

You widened your eyes excited. If you were passionate about something in this world, it was plants, flowers, botany in general.

“Wow, I see that you do like them,” she said to you, amused, seeing something very similar to a smile on your face. “You should take a look at the conservatory. I'm there almost all the time.”

Your face lit up. You nodded, more profusely than usual. After walking a while longer, Marilyn stopped in front of a door, which she knocked on, as she smiled at you. There probably wouldn't be many people at school who shared her hobby.

A black-haired girl opened the door.

“Yoko, This is Rose, your new roommate,” the redhead said. The young woman nodded and looked you up and down.

“How are you? I'm Yoko, I'm sure we get along great,” she told you happily, extending her hand to you.

You took a step back, unlike with your new teacher, and looked at the young woman's hand. Trembling, you moved your arm to give her a curt handshake.

“Hello?” The brunette asked, surprised by your lack of response.

“She's shy,” Marilyn said in your defense. “I suppose that you will get to know each other better with some time.”

“Oh,” Yoko sighed, smiling more discreetly this time.

“Well, I'll leave you alone, behave yourself, oh and Rose, you can come to the conservatory whenever you want,” the redhead said.

“Do you want to come in?”

You were looking at the woman walking down the hall, like you were hallucinating. You came out of your thoughts and looked at your new roommate, who was gesturing for you to enter your new room.

“It's not a big one, but it's okay. We have plenty of space, or so I think,” she began to say.

You sat on the empty bed and looked around you. It was a small room, but surely you would find a place to take refuge from your anxieties. Yoko went to a closet and started taking clothes out of it.

“Sorry, I have too many clothes, but don't worry. I'll empty it right away.”

You found your luggage on your side of the room and began to unpack. Naturally your attitude did not go unnoticed by your partner, who played nervously with her hands.

“I, I am a vampire,” the young woman said. You looked at her listlessly, while you made the bed. “But don't worry, as you can see I'm not 3 meters tall, nor do I make wine with virgin blood.”

It was an attempt to joke, but you just nodded, your eyes expressionless.

“What are you? I mean, if you're here, it's because you have some special ability, right?” She asked you.

Sure you did, but you didn't want anyone to know. It was a secret that you managed to keep during your almost 19 years of life, and that was not going to change because you had changed schools, nor because your classmates, for once, were weirder than you.

You looked at the young woman and continued placing your things on your side of the room. Yoko ran a hand over the back of her neck, nervous at not being able to get a word out of you.

“Are you a mermaid? A werewolf? Pyromancer? Necromancer? Psychic?” She asked insistently. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying not to sound too rude.

That morning was unusual. Yoko convinced you to take a walk around the school. She didn't stop talking the whole time, explaining to you how Nevermore worked. You met many of your classmates, all of them tremendously curious about your secret ability. You didn't say anything, but they didn't seem too surprised either. The truth is that it was a relief that those students were so understanding with your extreme shyness.

Still you felt overwhelmed. There were too many changes, and in a short time, too many people, to whom, of course, you drew attention.

At last after lunch, you felt a little respite. You managed to slip away from your new "friends" and wandered the school grounds looking down, as usual. When you looked up, you saw an old glass building, no doubt it was the conservatory. You looked to the sides in case there was someone nearby and you walked towards the building.

It looked like it was empty, so without a second thought you walked in, gently opening the door.

The place was magnificent. It was full of small trees and many interesting types of plants. You couldn't help but smile, approaching a pot with a carnivorous plant.

“Hi, I'm Rose,” you said, for the first time all day. People were not to your liking, but the plants always listened to you, you felt that they were the only ones who understood you, and in part, they did.

You reached out your hand towards a vine that was in a closet. Immediately the plant moved towards you, extending one of its branches. The plant encircled your arm gently and you smiled warmly. The plant caressed you gently, tickling you. You laughed and moved your hand to return it to its place.

Your eyes fell on a small pot on the ground. There seemed to be a flower on it, but it didn't look in very good condition. You crouched down to get a closer look. You did a quick check of the soil in the pot. Everything seemed in order. You frowned, trying to acknowledge it.

“A ghost orchid,” you whispered excitedly. Certainly those types of plants were not common for you. Gently, you inserted your hand into the soil of the pot, concentrating. Little by little that withered plant recovered its color, and stood up again, with an almost resplendent shine.

That was your power. What seemed like a simple innate talent when you were a little girl, gradually turned into something stronger. You realized that next to you the flowers were more beautiful, and the plants seemed to call you. Nobody believed you, so you decided to keep it a secret. You discreetly developed your ability, the ability to manipulate plants, to make them grow, flourish, or dry up. You could make the drier soil to make grow whatever you planted in it. It was an incredible ability, but one that you wanted to hide.

You smiled, satisfied that you had brought that mysterious plant back to life, and you got up to continue taking a look.

“Rose?”

A voice snapped you out of your exploration, causing you to turn toward the door, startled. Marilyn was at the door, looking at you curiously. You got nervous and backed off.

“Don't be scared, it's okay,” she told you, gesturing for you to calm down. “I went to look for you at your room and you weren't there. I don't know why I got the impression that I would find you here,” she said you, smiling.

You didn't say anything, you just looked at the ground, embarrassed.

“I thought you would like to spend some time with me,” she told you. “Surely you have rarely had the opportunity to see many of these plants.”

You subtly looked up, discovering that she didn't mean to be angry with you. You calmed down a bit, and outlined a half smile, nodding.

“Great, come, I'm going to show you…” Her voice trailed off when she looked at the place where that dry plant was. She slowly approached and crouched down, watching the rebirth of that flower. “But how is it possible?” She murmured. It didn't take long for her to look at you questioningly. You dodged her eyes.

"This orchid was dead, at least it was this morning," he said, shaking his head. "Was it, was it you?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

Your cheeks were red and you started to sweat. If your plan was for no one to find out about your ability, you had started very badly. For some reason you didn't know, that woman inspired you with a certain amount of confidence, and besides, she was your teacher. It wouldn't be nice to lie to her.

You nodded head down and walked slowly towards her, who looked at you impressed. You located a lily that was in a small pot and delicately plucked a petal. Marilyn looked at you curiously, but she didn't say anything, she was just watching you. You held out your hand, with the petal on it, and closed your eyes. Little by little, that petal turned into a flower, a flower even more beautiful than the original. The redhead did not come out of her astonishment.

You gently picked up the stem of the flower, and timidly extended it towards her.

“It's, it's incredible,” she said, delicately taking the lily that you offered her. “It’s beautiful.”

Her smile was genuine. She examined that flower as if it were a precious object, something never seen before.

“This is your ability?” She asked, while putting that flower inside a glass of water. “Can you manipulate plants?”

You swallowed and nodded, flattered by how impressed she seemed.

“It's amazing, Rose. I had never seen such a beautiful power,” she told you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

Instinctively you moved to pull her away from you, but with less intensity than other times.

“You have nothing to fear from me, honey,” she told you, affectionately.

You were nervous, but curiously you began to feel comfortable in her presence.

“I know what it's like to feel you don't fit in anywhere. I know what it's like to be afraid of people,” she said, leaving you a little space. “I have no powers, nor am I anything special. I am just a normie. I understand you, Rose. I've always been odd, and I thought a place like Nevermore would change my situation, but I'm known to not be odd enough to fit in with the outcasts.”

You listened carefully to her words. Feeling strange in the world in which you lived was something always present in you. You might think that she was trying to empathize with you, as other teachers had done over the years, just to pretend they cared about you. Something inside you told you that she was telling you the truth, and that caused a strange feeling to run through your body.

You nodded, making it clear that you understood her situation. Your lack of expressiveness didn't help much, but you were grateful that Marilyn didn't insist.

“Relax, your secret is safe with me,” she told you, winking.

The following days were different. Yoko and the others were trying to get a word out of you at all costs. Little by little you began tolerating your classmates, even though you did not communicate with them. They talked to you. Sometimes they told you their problems. They probably assumed that by not speaking, you would know how to listen. Your relationship with Marilyn grew. Every afternoon after school you would meet her at the conservatory. She would explain to you the characteristics of the strangest plants that were there, and you would work your magic, creating beautiful flowers for her, just for her. It was your way of thanking her for how good she was to you. Each one of your gifts impressed her, and she hardly had a place to keep so many flowers anymore.

If you were put through a lie detector and asked if you were starting to have feelings for her, clearly the machine would go off if you said you weren’t. You were surrounded by people, but you just felt good if you were with Marilyn. She did not pressure you to speak, nor did she judge you for your attitude. Sharing the same passion for plants was the key.

Your feelings grew with the passage of time, although you would never admit that you did not stop thinking about her. You felt the urgent need to tell her something, but you didn't see yourself capable of it. One night after dinner, you came up with a good way to take that step.

You grabbed a piece of paper from your desk, while your partner was getting dressed for one of her mystery night parties.

“What do you say? This?” The vampire asked you. You looked up from the desk and turned to take a quick look.

You shook your head.

“The other one was prettier, right?” She said resignedly.

You outlined a half smile and nodded. While the young woman was changing clothes again, you thought what the hell were you going to put in that note. You had never used a word to communicate with her, except for the homework she gave you, of course.

After thinking about it a lot, you found something that could help you, even though it was simple and childish.

I really like spending the afternoons with you, thank you.

You read that line over and over again. As much as you could express yourself without the need for words, the bond you had formed was already so intense that you needed to say something else.

The next day, when you met with Marilyn, you gave her a bouquet of fresh and bright violets.

“Thank you, Rose,” she told you, smiling, taking the bouquet and looking at it carefully.

She didn't seem to have seen the note, so you cleared your throat, nodding toward the bouquet. She raised her eyebrows and looked at it more closely, finding the piece of paper. She, leaving the flowers on her desk, unfolded it and read it, looking at you instantly with that smile that made you sigh.

“I really enjoy this too, Rose…” She said in a low voice. You knew they were the first words you spoke to her, even if they were written on a piece of paper. You smiled widely, lowering your head a little embarrassed.

From that day on, you started leaving her notes on every bouquet of flowers you gave her. At first they were unimportant phrases, but little by little they turned into something similar to a conversation. You were tempted to speak a couple of times, but your nerves held you back.

“And that's why they're called black dahlias,” Marilyn explained, showing you a sinister black flower. The story she told you was disturbing, but you also found it interesting. You nodded attentively.

“I suppose you know Wednesday Addams, she is your classmate.”

You nodded again. She was new there too, like you, and she was the only one who didn't bother to talk to you, which you appreciated.

“I gave her one of them when she arrived, I think it looks good on her, don't you think?” She asked you, amused.

You smiled, gently caressing the flower. Marilyn looked at you, and for a moment time froze. Not knowing why she did it, the redhead brought a hand to your face. You made an attempt at first to push yourself away from her, but you thought better of it and let her continue. Her hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and your legs began to shake.

As if realizing what she was doing, she jerked away and headed over to her desk, pretending she was moving some papers.

“You are a fascinating girl. You have a great future ahead of you…” She said, pretending that she was reading something. “You are being a great help to me these weeks, Rose.”

You put on your best expression of thanks, while trying to control the trembling of your hands. Every compliment she gave you was like a jolt to your heart.

“Your name is very curious. Perhaps in tomorrow's note you would like to explain to me why they called you that. I don't think it's a simple coincidence,” she said, looking into your eyes.

You sighed nervously. The desire to answer, to say something, invaded you, while you thought you could still feel her hand touching your face. It was the time, enough of silence.

“My, my father died when I had not yet been born,” you said stuttering. Marilyn jumped a little when she heard you speak for the first time, but she didn't interrupt you, instead she nodded for you to continue. “My, my mother had a very bad time and the doctor told her that she had to find some distraction so that the stress would not affect me. He, he told her that gardening might help her to calm down…”

You were unable to look at her face, but you knew that she was listening intently to you.

“But it didn't help her at all. She filled the whole garden with seeds, but she never got anything to grow. The day I was born, upon returning from the hospital, my mother realized that ten rose bushes had grown in the garden. One day to another. That's why my name is Rose,” you finished, with your gaze fixed on the ground.

“It's a sad story, but at the same time it's beautiful… Thank you for telling me,” Marilyn answered, smiling.

To be continued…

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #laurel gates #ms thornhill #oneshot

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 1 year ago

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20 Author Questions

thanks to @statelysapphicfor the tag!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

162,944

3. What fandoms do you write for?

it's that sweet gwendoline chistie brain rot for me :))

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

push me gently (into love) -> (nsfw) -> two chapter Larissa x reader story in which reader is an art teacher at Nevermore. fluffy, cozy, and sweet, featuring easily skippable smut. rom-com vibes.

when the last restraint is gone -> (ongoing) (nsfw) -> an intense victorian romance between Jane Murdstone and her lady's maid, Laura. sort of in the style of Sarah Waters's historical romance novels. heavily influenced by Vita and Virginia's love letters. featuring a lot of sensually read victorian poetry and dirty, delicious smut.

danger level - one (nsfw) -> filthy smut featuring the good ol' sex pollen trope. Phasma x fem!stormtrooper!reader. hot and a bit silly. straightforward and simple porn lol.

particular (nsfw) -> Larissa Weems x (adult) Wednesday Addams, aka the fic that got me cancelled. ongoing, but written. still in the process of posting it. rom-com with dark humour and some more mature themes, but still relatively light. sort of a coming-of-age story.

so very chivalrous (and so completely oblivious) -> Brienne x princess!reader. very fluffy. Brienne is very good with a sword, but a bit oblivious in the matters of love. featuring good ol' lesbian yearning.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try my best to! i feel like i either wanna rant abt my blorbos and my thought process or i want to be polite. someone took the time to write a comment, and i feel like that warrants a thank you!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmmmm. perhaps the sad ending option for my ruin tastes so sweet (almost as sweet as your lips) -- it's a choose your own adventure story!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

it would have to be either so very chivalrous (and so completely oblivious) or push me gently (into love) which now that i think about have a lot of kudos and comments and hits, so i guess ppl love happy endings hahah

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i'm the queen of controversy apparently, and i was cancelled! but the fic itself didn't get as much hate as ppl didn't even wanna read it lol, i personally got hate mail. so fics? i suppose not. but there is still time, who knows what else i'll post (i know, and ppl will likely have opinions about it)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i very much do lol. the real hot kind :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i've written exactly one! larissa x phasma bc. reasons. it's smut. chrome and lipstick

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

not to my knowledge! but ppl have heavily copied my work :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not to my knowledge!

13. Have you ever co-writtten a fic before?

tried to, but the person in question sorta ghosted me lol

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

ughhhhh idk man. i guess the one i spent the longest being obsessed with is malora. i have a dark past lol.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i hope to finish them all Eventually lol but idk, we shall see!

16. What are your writing strengths?

characterisation, point blank haha. i have a sense of rhythm that i sometimes put to good use.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

uhhh i tend to be vague abt things i am bored with while i write, and plot driven things aren't my forte. i can get very dash and comma happy lol. sometimes i tend to Fixate on a word or a phrase and i'm like okay gurl let it go lol, you've used this too many times. i am not very meticulous and i hate doing outlines and i feel like Sometimes it Shows. i feel like sometimes you can tell english is not my native language no matter how hard i try.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

speak the language at least somewhat, please. otherwise it's really hard for it to land well. personally, i feel very lukewarm about it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uhhhhh. i honestly don't remember. supergirl perhaps?? or ouat.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

our little dance and particular :)

tagging: @the-frankenman-writes @dianneking @zephyr-is-tired @alder-saan @notinmyvocab @theflashesoflove

#i got an ask!

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alder-saan · 2 years ago

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The Path of Poisons .5

Sweet Brier

Larissa Weems x Gn! Oc

the Path of Poisons masterlist . [01] . [02] . [03] . [04] . [05] . [06] . [07] . [08] . [09]

words count: 1.2k

WARNING: I'm translating this from French to English. As it takes sooooo much time to do it myself, I use an automatic translator. BUT neutral doesn't exist in French so even if I proofread to change every "he/him/his" or "she/her/hers" in "they/them/their" I might miss some.

"Yeah, hello Thalia?"

*Rei ? Are you ok?*

"Yes, yes."

They switched the phone to her ear and jammed it with their shoulder so they could do their nails properly, sitting at the small table in their tiny greenhouse. At the other end of the receiver, they could hear Thalia tinkering.

"Say, I'm calling about your proposal to advise me to Mrs. Weems."

*Yeah? Have you thought about it?*

"Mostly I asked if the florist needed people and she said no, so well…"

*perfect, I'll plead your case*

"You don't tell her who I am, you just say I have degrees in botany, which is true. No mention of the book, no mention of ANYTHING that would allow him to identify me."

*okay boss!*

"So, how are things with Elizabeth?"

*Pretty good.*

"I'd like to meet her one day!"

*If you become a teacher, you'll meet her. Ouch, shit!*

"Are you okay?"

*Yeah, yeah, I pricked myself with a tooth from my saw.*

Rei chuckled and then made a face, they had a little overflow with their black varnish.

"What are you doing?"

*I'm making a birdhouse.*

"It's a little late, you know?"

*It will be useful for next year.*

"Especially for the wasps…"

*Well, it's gonna be a wasp house.*

"Be careful, 200 stings are deadly."

*who gets stung 200 times?*

"I don't know..."

*Well, I'll leave you to it, and submit it to your new crush right away.

"Stop calling her that."

*Don't act like she doesn't do anything to you. What did you say last time? "Why does she have to be so beautiful?"*

"Yeah, okay, I think she looks pretty good. But that doesn't mean she's my crush!"

*Yeah, for sure. Ciao.*

"Ciao"

And Thalia hung up. Rei tried to slide her phone along their arm. They couldn't touch it with their hands, because of the nail polish that wasn't dry. They waved their hands a little to dry it and then went back to their little house. They wanted to buy some flowers. They put on their jacket, their shoes, and then got on their bike. The city was not far from the land they had inherited, and from the little house that was on it.

After about 15 minutes of pedaling, they arrived in the city center. They hung their bike on a fence and walked through town to the florist. They stood for a while and looked at all the plants on all sides. The urge to buy everything on the spot was growing inside them. They looked for the flowers they liked best to put in a bouquet in ther house. Sweet brier. It's nice, it's pretty. They asked the florist for a big bouquet and she went to prepare it.

The door opened. It was Larissa, in her perfect updo, perfect dress and perfect make up. Rei tried not to stare.

"G… Good morning, Mrs. Weems."

"Oh, please, call me Larissa. May I call you Raine?"

"Of course you can."

Apparently, Thalia hadn't told her yet about the job. Good.

"Do you know anything about flowers, Raine?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you. There are so many choices, I could use some advice."

"Well it depends on the occasion, is it for someone? Is it just to look nice in your living room? If it's a gift, who do you want to give it to? A relative? A friend? A lover? And then if it's for you, it depends on where you want to put it, and what that place looks like."

Larissa thought for a while. She hadn't anticipated all these questions.

"Well… I'm not sure. It was to put in my office at Nevermore. I like a little color."

"So you can match your office colors, or your colors…. Red roses would go great with the color of your lip ink."

Larissa blushed. Was Raine flirting with her?

"Oh, I see… But red roses are really meaningful… Isn't there something a little more… Neutral? Understand, I don't want everyone to start speculating about a fictitious lover."

"You're single!"

That wasn't a question. It was an observation, and amazement. Maybe a little hope, too.

"Uh… yes. Is that a problem?"

"What? No! I just… I just thought that a woman like you couldn't be single."

"What's a woman like me?" Larissa laughed a little. "And why is that?"

"I thought all the most beautiful women were already in a relationship."

They smiled at her. Larissa looked away, trying to hide her pink cheeks. She coughed.

"So, what do you recommend?"

"In that case, I think primroses would be great. You can choose the color."

"Renewal, huh?"

"Absolutely."

She smiles at Rei.

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

"I'd really like to, but I'm busy, I have to go home. It wasn't sensible to come to this store, I could spend all day here."

They headed for the counter when the florist notified her that her bouquet was finished. Larissa's smile disappeared when she saw the bouquet of sweet briers.

"Nice to see you again, Larissa Weems."

"Yes, thank you again."

Rei left, and put the bouquet of flowers in the little basket they had on the back of their bike. They were a little embarrassed that Larissa had seen the flowers… She might wonder.

Sweet briers, huh? Did they mean to give them to someone? Maybe it was nothing? Or was she mistaken? She had to check the meaning of the rosehip. She pulled out her phone as Thalia's number came up. Larissa picked up immediately.

"Hello, Thalia?"

*Hello, Larissa. I'm calling because I have a new candidate for the botany teacher position.*

"Who is it?"

*Raine. They've studied botany extensively. They don't know much about teaching but I can teach them. To be honest, they're going to run out of money soon and are desperate for a job, so I told them I'd plead their case with you.*

"Uh… Yes, we'll think about it, tell them to make a form, you will bring it to our next meeting."

*no problem, thank you very much.*

Don't forget to tell them to apply for housing if they want to sleep on the academy. And if they want to live there with someone else, they should specify that.

*They has a house, I think it will not be useful*

"Have a nice day"

*You too*

Larissa hung up the phone, a little annoyed. She had tried to get information about Raine's potential relationship status, but it hadn't worked… But who buys a house to live alone? Oh well, too bad. If Raine wasn't single, she wasn't going to make a big deal of it either.

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agreyshirt · 1 year ago

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So, I don't normally post for Danny Phantom very often, but I got this idea for a story for it that I'm probably never going to write, so I figured I'd dump all my thoughts about it here just so that they'd, y'know, be somewhere. Maybe someone will pick it up and actually do something with it, or maybe it'll start floating about torturing other people's minds as it is my own, who knows!

So, this idea is based off of a fanfic for another story I read for bnha called Nevermore (which is apparently heavily by persona 4, but I don't know anything about persona so I'm taking all my info from this fic lol). Due to another character's power, everyone in this story has to go into a manifestation of their subconscious and face their Shadows. In the fic, Shadows are described as a manifestation of the darkest parts of someone's personality, or "the parts of yourself that you pretend doesn't exist". So basically, I was thinking of taking this idea and thinking about what it would do for certain DP characters.

Another quirk haha about Shadows in this story is that they tend to have abilities that are the inverse of someone's actual powers, or a corrupted form of it, and if it's not it's because whatever said person is repressing is tied to their powers. For a bnha fic of course, this is very important considering every character involved has superpowers of some sort. For Danny Phantom however, this could probably only be applied to certain characters, but it might be fun to come up with something else to reverse about each character.

I have a couple ideas for characters already. For Valerie, assuming this takes place after Destabilized, I could see her Shadow representing her conflicted feelings about hunting ghosts now, what with now knowing that Danielle and Vlad are both human and ghost, but I'm not entirely settled on that. For Jazz, I imagine her Shadow representing how she constantly has to be the adult, how it can get frustrating being relied on for everything and how she wants some freedom for herself. (Maybe there could even be a scene near the beginning foreshadowing this, where Jazz mentions waiting to go to college so she can be around the house more and Danny knows it's because she feels like she needs to watch over him.) I could see Sam and Tucker's Shadows actually being found together and working together (a reverse of all their differing opinions and how this causes them to get into fights often), but they begin to argue and get into a huge fight when talking about Danny's accident, both of them blaming themselves for what happened. Maybe other students could be involved too, but idk exactly what would work for all of them, especially since most of them are literally background characters with no speaking lines.

But the one I've thought the most about is (as you might expect) Danny himself. Now, Danny would probably go into this situation thinking that his Shadow is going to expose him being Phantom to everyone there (which wouldn't be a problem if it were just Jazz Sam and Tucker, but that's where all the secondary and background characters come in to play). So while everyone else is dealing with their Shadows, he's trying to figure out how to get out of this with his secret identity still intact. (Maybe he and his friends split off from the group to find his on their own? Maybe they find his, but the Shadow tells him no and that he'll only show himself once all the others have been dealt with? Maybe one or two more people follow behind them and ask them what the hell they were talking about?) Eventually tho, Danny comes to the conclusion that there's no way out of it at this point, and that he should just get it over with asap so nobody gets hurt. They all finally meet Danny's Shadow, who tries to speak. Before he can say anything tho, Danny stops him and outs his secret himself, getting everything off his chest. With everyone there knowing he's Danny Phantom, he no longer has any secrets to keep, and his Shadow will go away and they'll be free, right?

But then his Shadow calls him stupid for thinking it'd be that easy. The thing he represses the most isn't the fact that he's Phantom. It isn't even his evil future self or anything relating to his secret identity. Danny's biggest secret is something he's kept hidden even from himself. The thing he represses the most is how much he blames himself for the ghosts attacks. After all, he's the one who got the portal to open, and without the portal there'd be no way for the ghosts to even get to Amity Park. In a way, Danny's subconscious equates this to him bringing the ghosts to town.

And here, I'm actually taking some inspiration from the Portal au too, because to represent Danny's guilt about the ghosts coming through the portal, Danny's Shadow is the portal.

(I even got some amazing art done by @darling-has-a-smol-heart for Danny's Shadow, but it's got some gore and body horror elements going on, so I'm putting it under the cut)

But anyway, that's basically the gist of it lol

(Left picture has slight afterimage effects, right picture has no effects)

#Danny Phantom #body horror #gore #Danny Fenton #Valerie Gray #Jazz Fenton #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley #The Shadows in the og story have other quirks like their eyes being yellow #but I just asked the artist Darling to make the eyes pure white so there'd be more of a difference #Obvi since his Shadow is the portal ghost looking creatures can come out of it #I also had a thought that the Shadow could suck ghosts back in as well so Danny would be at a disadvantage in ghost form #but maybe that's too much of a disadvantage?#idk I'm probably never gonna write this anyway #if anybody else wants to play with this idea knock yourselves out #just @ me I'll wanna read it

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