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[daydream-cement]

Vines Forever Intertwined

Just a little sneak peak of a new Larissa multichapter for the summer <3

“Good morning. Is this the Weems' residence?” 

A non-distinct brunette in sunglasses and a suit stood on your front doorstep. She almost looked to be something from a Men in Black movie, a sight that made you skeptical of her identity and reasoning for being there.

“And who are you?” Typically you were more polite than this, but since your hectic beginning at Nevermore Academy, you had grown to be entirely wary of strangers and their intentions. 

She paused for a moment, looking you up and down, expecting you to be friendlier due to the stories from her coworkers, “Agent Thatcher. I’m here to talk to you and your wife about helping with a little situation we have in Louisiana.”

You had wondered when trouble would come for you once more, but it would take more convincing than a veiled description for you to take part in anything else that could get you killed. Folding your arms over your chest, you squinted at Agent Thatcher, “We?” 

“I work for BOA. The Bureau of Outcast Affairs.” Thatcher reached into her pocket, pulling a business card from her jacket and handing it over to you. 

The card had BOA centered in the middle of the card, typed in small letters. Flipping over the business card, you were greeted with the sight of ‘Agent A. Thatcher’ followed by her phone number in small print in the center. No other descriptions or information was present for you to gain a better understanding of this woman and her intentions for you and Larissa. 

Having this woman on your doorstep was beginning to make you nervous, enough so that you glanced back in the house, hoping Larissa would descend the stairs and interrupt, giving you a reason to shut the door in Agent Thatcher’s face, “Why would the Bureau of Outcast Affairs need our help?” 

At your slight spike in anxiety, the potted petunias to your left crept up and out towards the woman, almost as if they were tentatively checking to see if the woman was of any danger to you. 

The agent persisted, even with your obvious disinterest, “We have seen what you are both capable of. We believe the happenings in the swamps of Louisiana are well suited to your abilities. I’ve spoken with the board about the matter. They can spare you both for a few weeks. If you would like to sit down, we could discuss the matter.”

“No, thank you. We are done with breaking curses and saving outcasts. I think we should leave those things up to the professionals.” With a curt nod, you close the door on the agent, not wanting to expose yourself or Larissa to any more danger. 

There was a small pang of guilt you felt for being so rude, but your desire to help others wasn’t nearly as strong as it was to keep your family safe. A nagging at the back of your head told you that you hadn’t seen the last of Agent Thatcher.

Larissa’s voice called from the top of the staircase, bringing your attention up to her towel clad form. Her hand was resting on her hip while the other held the towel in place, “What was that all about, Fern?”

THEY'RE BACKKKKKKK :))

[zoe-chaos]

Me after reading Chapter 18 of Violet and Rose

[madamedrakon]

Oooh, oh boy...

Xilonia Arroway, Half Elf Glamor Bard/Archfey Warlock: A amnesiac disaster of a person who could be a princess (never did confirm her dad), but generally nice and can sing and play the lyre very well. That is until someone gets hurt. Then she gets scary.

Fillia Corvus, Half Elf Grave Cleric of the Raven Queen: Very pretty, very uppity, very much a woman you do not fuck with lest she smite you for your insolence and then lecture you. Excellent healer, terrible bedside manner given she grew up in a family of morticians.

Ridaro Liadon and Leomar, Half elf and Gold Dragon Knight Duo: She's the muscle, he's the brain who apologizes for his knight constantly, and they are a pair that is not to be out done or out drunk by anyone.

Ferissa Lynch (Rissa), Human Arcane Magus/War Wizard: Actually is a princess and very good at actually being a fair and reasonable regent. She is timid and very soft spoken, but can absolutely get things done and has given experienced generals a run for their money.

Nox, Changeling Mastermind Rogue/Bard: A disaster of a person who is very petty, extremely charming, and a decent shot with a crossbow should things require it. Loyal to a fault and an excellent violin player.

Maxine Reynolds (Max), Changeling Artillerist Artificer/Divination Wizard: Literal teenage genius with a massive chip on her shoulder and a fondness for explosions. Is the type to find a problem, then continue to dig into it until she's fixed it and unearthed even more problems.

Amarthil, Firbolg Stars Druid: She isn't the smartest, but she's extremely calm 98% of the time and trusts the stars will show her the way.

....honestly, they have more than 2 brain cells and all of them have some capacity to play well with others. They aren't fucked on a mechanical level, but there would be plenty of bickering for a bit until ultimately either Rissa or Max took charge, with Nox and Xilonia convincing everyone to go along with it.

all of your dnd characters are now adventuring together as a single group. what’s that party lookin like and how fucked are they

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I just added this listing on Poshmark: Bandolino Ferissa Pointed Toe Black Slingback Sz 8.

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Halo manteman! Lo pada yang doyan nonton tv pasti pada familiar kan sama program Jejak Petualang? Program yang pertama kali tayang taun 2002 ini selain terkenal dengan acara advanture-nya, juga terkenal sama presenter-presenternya yang cantik. Nah ini dia nih tujuh presenter Jejak Petualang paling syabiii versi gue. Cekicrot!

1. Riyanni Djangkaru

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Mbak yang satu ini bisa dibilang udah jadi icon dari Jejak Petualang (JP). Doi yang bawa acara JP sampe ke puncak popularitasnya. Doi pensiun dari JP tahun 2006 dan giat kampanye soal penyelamatan hiu. Mau liat kehidupan doi sekarang kek gimana? Bisa lo cek di instagramnya.

2. Medina Kamil

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Presenter sekaligus aktris berusia 35 tahun ini pernah dapet musibah saat kapal yang doi tumpangin sama empat orang kru JP terombang-ambing seharian di Laut Arafuru dan akhirnya terdampar di pulau tak berpenghuni selama 4 hari. Kasian Mbak Dina :(. Tapi itu gak bikin doi kapok bertualang dan doi berhasil dapet penghargaan Sunsilk Unbreakable Woman loh sob. Ngeliat fotonya, rasanya pengen jadi penyu aja :3

3. Anindya Kusuma Putri

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Mbak Anindya ini ternyata adalah Puteri Indonesia 2015 perwakilan dari Jawa Tengah. Wah emang deh doi gak cuma tomboy, ternyata jadi feminim juga ciamik banget ya. Selain jadi presenter dan Puteri Indonesia, doi saat ini mengemban amanah sebagai juru bicara Kementerian Pemuda dan Olahraga Republik Indonesia mulai awal Mei 2017. Langsung ngefans seketika nih saya, Mbak.

4. Putri Ayudya

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Sebagai seorang pecinta alam, Mbak Putri ini udah mendaki sejumlah gunung kayak Gunung Himalaya, Gunung Rinjani, sampai Gunung Semeru. Alumni dari Psikologi Universitas Indonesia ini juga erat dengan teater, pas kuliah doi bikin Teater Psikologi (Teko) tahun 2007. Doi juga aktif sebagai aktris loh sob, udah banyak film layar lebarnya kayak Guru Bangsa: Tjokroaminoto, Bangkit!, Pinky Promise, dan lain-lain. Komplit deh emang Mbak Putri :3

5. Yovita Ayu Liwanaru

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Cewek lulusan Komunikasi UI ini jadi host Jejak Petualang tahun 2013 sampe 2015. Doi juga terpilih sebagai Miss Scuba Indonesia 2012 loh sob. Sejak 2015, doi kerjasama sama temennya ngebangun usaha jasa wedding photography gitu. Saat ini, Mbak Yovita lagi aktif sebagai project leader Kementrian Pariwisata. Salut!

6. Ferissa Djohan

Sumber: mesmerizejourneys.wordpress.com

Ferissa Djohan ini aktif sebagai presenter di JP tahun 2005 sampai 2006. Setelah itu doi malang melintang di dunia pertelevisian Indonesia, sebagai presenter, reporter, scriptwriter, dan sejak 2012 doi ngejabat sebagai news producer di Kompas TV. Canggih betul Mbak Ferissa!

7. Chintya Tengens Kastanya

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Cewek berdarah Ambon ini langsung menjajal Taman Nasional di Wasior, Papua, pas baru banget gabung ke Jejak Petualang. Abis gabung Jejak Petualang, doi jadi co-host Jelajah Daerah Tertinggal yang merupakan program dari Kementerian Desa, Pembangunan Daerah Tertinggal dan Transmigrasi RI. Saat ini, Mbak Chintya ngejabat jadi Assistant Deputy di Istana Negara, gokil ga tuh sob?

Itu tadi 7 presenter yang sempat menghiasi layar kaca lewat program Jejak Petualang. Gue bingung sendiri kalo disuruh milih mana yang jadi favorite. Semuanya cakep, pinter, dan berprestasi sih sob. Kalo lo gimana? Komen dah di bawah ya!

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[daydream-cement]

Vines Forever Intertwined Ch. 1

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

With Larissa and Fern’s love life fizzling and their children acting out, the couple take on a new adventure to get their spark back.

Gosh guys!!! I’m so excited for this story! It’s good to have Larissa and Fern back!

The visit from Agent Thatcher has been weighing heavily on you for days. You were irrationally waiting for her to show up with some decree, forcing you and Larissa to take the job. 

Life was already hectic enough with two twelve year olds (one of which often chose to use their shapeshifting abilities more for troublemaking rather than good). Althea was enjoying periodic stays in the Jericho Middle School’s principal's office due to their ‘stick it to the man’ phase, and Violet was having her own personal battle with a lack of any outcast abilities whatsoever. There was far too much happening at home for you and Larissa to get up and leave to go traipsing around looking for danger. 

Domestic life was bliss with Larissa, but you knew the past few years had lacked the spark that once brought you together. Some time away would be good for the both of you, but you were convinced that time away from the kids was the worst decision either of you could make. 

Now you reclined back in your desk chair, attention drawn away from the grading of student presentations to Althea and Violet dropping their backpacks by your classroom door. 

You couldn’t help but notice how they were growing like weeds. They were as tall as you at age twelve and they would surpass you in no time at all- destined to be tall like their mother.

“We are going to the library.” Althea called out, eyes wandering to the recently hung up posters on poisonous plants clinging to the walls. Their attention finally fell on you, their common devilish smirk gracing their lips, “Mom stopped us and said you need to go to her office. I really hope you don’t get fired. That would make life awkward at home.”

“You and me both, kid.” At the mention of being needed in Larissa’s office, you stand from your chair, swiping your phone and keys from your desk on your way towards the classroom door. As you stride towards the twins, you point a finger at Althea, knowing they were behind all of the mischief the two got up to, “Stay out of the secret passageways. Your mother will pitch a fit if she finds out you are skulking in the walls of the school again.”

Althea turned to Violet as they turned to leave, their lip curling in confusion at your vocabulary, “Skulking?”

“Like creeping around, Al...” Violet retorted, offering a general definition to the troublemaker as the pair walked from the classroom. 

They were headed in the opposite direction of Larissa’s office, so you called after the children a final time, urging them to stay out of trouble, knowing full well it was nearly impossible for them. 

As the twins continued to grow up, you were delighted at getting to know their developing personalities. Althea was fearless and headstrong, while Violet was kind and empathetic. The pair always stuck together and it was always an indicator of trouble if you saw one without the other. The memory of Violet operating as a lookout while Althea searched Larissa’s desk for a key to the cabinet where cursed objects were kept came to mind. 

Up the grand staircase and down the hall you walked, knocking on Larissa’s office door twice before pushing it open. Your anxieties were realized when lo and behold, Agent Thatcher sat perched across from your wife. 

With wide eyes and a clenched jaw, you looked from the shapeshifter to the agent, mind racing at what the two could have spoken about in your absence. You remained silent, but your face said everything Larissa needed to know.

“Agent Thatcher has been telling me about an interesting outcast in Louisiana. A- Uhm, what was it called again?” Larissa was positioned upright in her chair, back ramrod straight. She was obviously uncomfortable with the agent’s presence 

“It goes by a few names, but we are deciding to go with rougarou. It’s a parasite that lives off normies, turning them into a werewolf-like creature for a few months and then it transfers to someone else.” As Agent Thatcher delved deeper into her description of the matter at hand, you took a seat on the edge of Larissa’s desk, folding your arms over your chest. The agent politely glanced between Larissa and you, dividing her attention equally as she spoke, “We have less of a problem with the parasite and more of a problem with a normie organization attempting to create more of this parasite in a lab. Inside informants say they are looking to turn this parasite into a one-a-day pill to turn normies into werewolves as they please... You can understand our concern with makeshift werewolves running around.”

“You seem to know plenty about this issue. Why would you possibly need us?” Larissa’s brows raised at the brunette, 

“A shapeshifter and a plant manipulator? You are the perfect people for the case. The company is big in plant based pseudo-science medicines. Ten greenhouses built into the swamps of Louisiana.” Reaching down into her briefcase, Thatcher pulled out a manilla envelope, handing it over to Larissa. The shapeshifter skeptical analyzed the packet in her hands before prying it open and allowing the contents to spill onto her desk. Brochures, maps, and company information graced the many pages of the documents Larissa and you began to leaf through. 

Agent Thatcher smiled as she glanced between Larissa and you, “They like doing tours too. Perfect for a couple out of Vermont to tour and sabotage the facilities, hm?”

“Don’t you have agents to do this?” You question, returning the photos of the greenhouses back to the pile, not wanting to seem too interested or invested in the case at hand. 

“None with your skill set. We know how you survived nightshade poisoning and how you both defeated the ancient curse. You are both more than capable.” Agent Thatcher focused on you for the later half of her thoughts, her eyes filled with an intensity that made you consider her words for once, “You should be dead, Dr. Rogers, but here you sit before me. Twelve years of no danger, no excitement... Don’t you miss it?”

The question made you pause. Your first year at Nevermore had been a nightmare, one near death experience followed by actually dying was more than you ever thought you wanted in the lifetime. But there was something enticing about Agent Thatcher’s offer. Perhaps there was something you missed about that danger?

Larissa must have seen you considering the question, so in an act of protective instinct, she ended the conversation, standing from her desk and offering the agent a polite smile, “I think our meeting time has run out, Agent Thatcher.”

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“Fern... I don’t- I don’t think this is best for us right now. Althea is in trouble every other day, and Violet with her lack of powers. Who would even stay with them?” Larissa’s voice cut through the darkness of your bedroom. She lay on her back, eyes staring up at the ceiling with her hands folded over her stomach. You had been facing away from her with your eyes shut, but your mind was far too preoccupied for you to actually have been asleep.

You hesitate in your answer, not wanting to upset Larissa. Turning over in bed, you observe Larissa through the darkness, frowning at how upset she seemed, “This just might be a new adventure for us. Don’t things feel...”

The shapeshifter finished your sentence, a lump forming in her throat, “Stagnant?” 

You take a deep breath, your response flowing out with your exhale, “Yeah...”

“Sometimes...” Larissa mumbled her response, her heart aching at the idea you both could be growing apart.

Quiet overtook the space between you once more. It almost felt suffocating. 

There was no explaining how your relationship had taken a backseat to your other roles in life. Between raising children and working at your careers, Larissa and you had become more of roommates than lovers. While you knew spontaneous sex and make out sessions may be rare given the addition of the twins, you hadn’t expected physical affection to be absent altogether. 

Rare were times you would lay together on the couch wrapped in one another’s embrace, date nights were a thing of the past, and occasional pecks on the cheek had become the quickest and easiest way to say, ‘I love you.’ The last time you had sex was nearly two months ago, you both needed to change and knew it to be true.

Larissa was the one to end the silence, her hand reaching out in search of yours. When she found your fingers, she laced hers with yours, giving your hand two squeezes, “Maybe we should go...”

Just down the hall, the twins had been sitting in silence in Violet’s bed scrolling through social media until Violet furrowed her brows, a feeling of boredom and sadness washed away by love and promise filled the young girl’s head. 

Since the girl’s twelfth birthday, she began having bouts of intense emotions, always being brought on by the emotions of others. Larissa and you had written it off as a large well of empathy within the child. Only if you would have known the true depth of the child’s growing abilities. 

Of course, Althea never doubted the seriousness of Violet’s abilities, and began to readily recognize the signs of when Violet was reading the emotions of others. Althea’s voice was quiet, not wishing to disturb their sister’s focus, “What do you feel, Vi?” 

Althea closed her eyes to focus on the energy radiating from her parent’s room, her heart swelling at the positive emotions emitted from within. “Less sadness... More hope. They are excited, but unsure about something.” 

——

You checked your watch once more: 7:05am, you were already running late. Larissa was beginning to fuss over the twins, hugging Violet to her as she went over the rules once more for Ms. Sinclair, “No phones after 11pm, all the homework should be done before dinner, no-”

Enid began reciting the rules back to Larissa. She kept her tone light and airy, but the young werewolf was growing a tad annoyed by her former headmistress’s fretting, “No junk food before dinner, no trips to the principal, up and out of bed by 7:30. I got this Principal Weems. You have repeated them to me at least a dozen times, and left a printed copy on the dining table. We’ll be just fine.”

“Behave for Enid.” The shapeshifter squeezed Violet even tighter, making the young girl yelp at the bone crushing hug. Larissa’s eyes found Althea standing next to you, her tone firm, “And you, no impersonating others as a scheme to get out of work, school, or chores.”

“How about schemes to get out of-” 

Althea began a sarcastic question, only for you to cut them off while shaking your head, “No scheming. How about that?”

They only shrugged and folded their arms over their chest, seemingly unbothered, “Fair… No schemes.” 

“We love you both very much.” While Althea was hesitant at first, they sunk into your embrace as you wrapped your arms around them. You were pleading with them to behave, not wanting the endearing troublemaker to distract Larissa from having fun, “Please don’t stir any trouble. I don’t need your mother in a tizzy when we are over 1,500 miles away.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll keep Violet in line.” 

You ignored the small shapeshifter’s snarky comment, moving to wrench Violet out of Larissa’s grasp so you could hug her yourself. 

The next ten minutes was spent ushering Larissa to the car, wanting to get this road trip started as soon as possible. You were already 15 minutes past when you should have left, and you had a 15 hour drive to Kentucky ahead of you.

With a few more kisses blown to the twins, you finally had the weepy headmistress in the car. 

Larissa was wiping at her eyes with her handkerchief as you pulled out of the driveway. She sniffled twice and her sadness had visibly subsided, her emotions turning more bittersweet as she knew her time with you would be time well spent. 

She sighed and sunk deeper in the passenger seat, hands digging around in her purse for her cellphone. Mrs. Weems was a happy woman being a passenger princess. With one hand she played Candy Crush, and with the other, her fingers massaged the back of your neck.

Perhaps this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[daydream-cement]

Violet and Rose Ch. 25 (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: UGh...

You couldn’t help but giggle as Larissa pressed kiss after kiss to your neck. Brushing your hair to the side, you felt her teeth scrape against your skin as she began sucking right where your shoulder met your neck. You would need to adjust your school wardrobe for the week to hide the mark she was about to leave. Larissa had you pushed up against the wall on her balcony, her knee between your legs which you were happily grinding your hips against.

She had you tucked into the corner of her balcony, but you very well could be spotted by a student or faculty member, even in the darkness. If anything, you just had to be quick and quiet. Larissa promised you in your classroom some sex when you both were home, but around 7pm Larissa was still in her office, so you came and found her. After some teasing and flirting, you went out on the balcony, leaving her to think about what she had done by leaving you horny and alone. Now she was doing exactly as you pleased.

“Mother of my children…” Larissa mumbled against your skin, her hands, sliding under your shirt, hands running over your lower stomach around to your sides before shifting down to grab your ass. The aggressiveness which she groped you was an indicator of the rough fucking to come.

“Future children…” You corrected before her teeth nipped and sucked at your pulse point, earning a soft moan from you. You felt her hands shift lower, beginning to gather your longer skirt into fists. You bring your hand to grasp her face, drawing it back up to capture her lips with your own.

“Mhmm… My little slut…” Larissa pulled away from you, taking your hand and guiding it down to have you hold up your skirt for her. Her tone was so gentle and kind. She was giving the physical roughness you hoped for when she grabbed your face, “Open that pretty mouth.”

You do as you are told, opening your mouth as Larissa squeezing your cheeks even harder, making sure closing your mouth would be more challenging. You knew exactly what she was about to do when she sucked in her cheeks and loomed over you, spitting into your mouth.

Larissa had never acted like this before.

Her dominance was absolutely tantalizing.

“Swallow.” The grasp on your face loosened enough for you to close your mouth and swallow her saliva. Larissa’s spare hand had moved between your legs, pulling your underwear to the side. You shifted your feet wider, hoping to give her better access when she chose to touch you. Larissa’s grip on your face tightened again, a silent signal that you should open your mouth once more, “Be a good girl…”

You opened your mouth and she inserted her fingers into your mouth, “Get them nice and wet so I can fuck you.”

Fuck. Sex with Larissa hadn’t been this hot since May when you both discovered the joys of shapeshifting in the bedroom.

You gladly accepted her fingers, sucking on them while making direct eye contact with Larissa. When you felt her draw her fingers away, you pooled your saliva around them, leaving them dripping with your spit, “Oh, good girl…”

Larissa lowered her fingers to your cunt, pushing them into you with a satisfied smile. Her hand released your face, moving lower to grip your neck. You bit your lips, trying not to moan aloud, you wouldn’t want anyone who was out for a late night stroll to hear you. Larissa’s fingers moved deeper and faster, her thumb pressing to your clit. Larissa dipped her face by your ear, “You are so wet for me… I bet you want me to fuck you, hmm?”

You whimper and nodded quickly, hoping this intensity remains throughout the entire sexual experience. Larissa continues fingerfucking you whilst whispering the most degrading things to you, calling you her little slut, a whore, and her little fucktoy. Not often did Larissa take the opportunity to punish and degrade you, making this interaction particularly pleasurable for you. Her fingers always did fill you so nicely, but slowly you become hungry for something more.

“Please Larissa…” You gasped, grasping at the collar of her dress, feeling an orgasm drawing near. Larissa’s face came down to your neck once again, seeking to bruise the base of your neck with her lips and tongue. Her mouth on you drew a breathy moan from your throat. You were hoping to remain quiet, but Larissa was marking it harder and harder.

Knowing exactly what you liked, Larissa pulled her fingers from your core and began circling your clit with enough fervor to send you tumbling over the edge. You buried your face into her shoulder, biting down to silence the scream that erupted through you. When your knees went weak, Larissa pulled the hand from your throat, wrapping an arm around your middle to hold you steady. Larissa pulled her hand from your clit, guided your underwear to cover you once more, and clutched at your fingers to release your skirt to cover yourself once more. Her lips found your temple and she whispered to you, “Was that too much? I- Did I hurt your feelings?”

You shook your head, “No, honey. It was perfect.”

Larissa rose a hand to your face, brushing her fingers over your cheek. Once she felt the coolness from the night air on your cheek, concern filled her face, “Oh, honey. Perhaps we should go inside before we do any more. You are freezing.”

You couldn’t say you had given much concern to the falling temperature, rather you had more pressing matters that were of more concern. Rather than argue with Larissa, you only nod. You grasp at Larissa’s hand, pulling her towards the balcony door. You stood in the doorway staring at Larissa as she gazed out into the courtyard, intently looking at someone or something. She paused, her eyes narrowing in on whatever had caught her attention. You must say that you simply didn’t care what she was looking at, rather you were more concerned with the fun to be had on her desk.

“Rissa…” You tugged at her hand, wishing for her attention back on you. Larissa still wasn’t looking at you, piquing your curiosity, “What are you looking at?”

You took a step back outside, but Larissa turned towards you, blocking your view of the courtyard. Her fingers tilt your chin upwards to look at her, “Come darling. Let us continue.”

Minutes later, Larissa had you stripped of your clothes and left her own dress pooled on the floor near her dress. She seated herself in her desk chair, holding out her hands. You take them and crawl into her lap. How you loved the feeling of her soft hands sliding down your sides to rest on your hips. Larissa’s touch was far more gentle now, her eyes were focused on your body while you remained focused on her face. Her thoughts seem preoccupied. What could be of more interest in this moment?

You raise your hands to her face and push your lips to hers in hopes you can push away whatever is troubling her. Grinding your hips down on hers, you attempt to remind her what you came inside to do. Larissa seems to have returned her focus to you when you felt a hardness pushing between your legs, bringing a smirk to your face. Her kisses were soft and sweet, akin to those nights where you made soft sweet love rather than the filthy sex you felt you were promised outside. You decided to take control of the situation, pushing a hand between your bodies and positioning her at your entrance.

Larissa lets out a long sigh as you sink down onto her. Her hands grip your hips, but not with the ferocity you would have hoped.

She was making love to you.

Slowly you rode up and down on her cock, her lips unrelenting against yours. Larissa kept whispering, ‘I love you’ again and again. The adoration brought a smile to your lips. Larissa shifts her hips, ever so slightly, allowing her to hit just the right place with each trust. You suck in a breath face now pointed towards the ceiling, giving Larissa the opportunity to ravish your breasts that were now perfectly available to you.

You settled into the tender pace. She made you feel so full and cared for.

Her tongue circling your sensitive nipples, teeth delicately biting down. In response, you tightened your walls around her cock causing Larissa to forget your breasts for a moment to rest her head against your sternum. Her moans filled the room, your own whimpers joining in every few thrusts.

You felt yourself nearing another orgasm, but you wanted to stave it off for a while longer in effort to cum with Larissa. Your response was to clench tighter around her. Larissa only grunted, speeding up her pacing. While she wasn’t pounding you like you wanted, this was certainly enough to make holding out on your own orgasm more challenging. Larissa struggled to maintain control, the only words tumbling from her mouth was, “Oh, God… You are so- Ugh… Fuck… So-”

You smirked to yourself, happy she was unable to form sentences because you felt so good.

“Fern.. I-I-I’m… I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You finished her thought for her, knowing what she was about to say. Her thrusts became more erratic. The desperation she had in obtaining an orgasm was becoming clear. Larissa pulled you down on her cock, holding you against her as a strangled moan rose from her throat. Her final moan is what pushed you over the edge and you writhed in pleasure as you felt her cum inside you.

As you come down from your respective orgasms, you softly grind your hips against hers, relishing in the feeling of your bodies joined together. Larissa pulled you into a tight embrace, her hand at the back of your head. While you enjoyed the tenderness of the embrace, it was her words that drew a puzzled look to your face, “I will always be here for you, darling. I love you.”

“I know you will. I-I love you too.” You pull yourself from the hug, leaning back on her thighs to look at her. With your head cocked, you begin prodding for an answer in her change of behavior, “What is this all about? One second you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth and now you are getting all sappy on me? Is everything okay?”

Larissa hesitated, but it wasn’t a long enough pause for you to notice the lie slipping from her tongue. Her hand reached up to stroke your cheek, a faint smile appearing on her lips, “Everything is wonderful… I just- I want to make sure you know that you are everything to me…”

“You are everything to me…” You tilt your forehead against hers, wanting her to know you were taking her seriously. Larissa’s eyes became clouded by tears. It melted your heart when she was this full of love for you. You knew if you had anyone in this life, it would always be her.

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Larissa laid awake that night, heart aching. How could she possibly tell you what she had seen on the balcony? Her best friend was kissing the woman who tried murdering you a year ago. There was no denying what she saw. Larissa knew you would be beside yourself from the anger and disappointment.

Tomorrow she would confront Rowan about the betrayal and until she could plot a course of action to protect you from this heartbreak, she would keep this secret from you.

Link to Chapter 26

[daydream-cement]

Vines Forever Intertwined Ch. 3

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Larissa and Fern make it to the safehouse.

Authors Note: Sorry this has taken so much time to write! I hope you enjoy!

The shapeshifter’s tone turned aggressive, her arms folded over her chest in a defiant manner, “We need to go home. We need to get back to the girls.”

Your hands gripped the steering wheel and you kept your gaze alternating between the road before you, the review mirror, and the directions pulled up on your phone. The best you could do at this point was trying to convince Larissa that you needed to keep going. “Riss, Agent Thatcher specifically said we need to stay away from Nevermore. Let’s go to the safe house. We need to rest and come up with a plan.”

“How can you say that?!” Larissa reached out and hit the dashboard in front of you causing you to jump. You hadn’t expected the sudden wave of visceral anger from your wife. “We have always been perfectly safe back home. If I can survive the Addamses, undead pilgrims, and psychotic ex-lovers, I think I can handle these people.”

It was too late to go back home. The drive would take another day and would necessitate the need to stop for gas - something you were not willing to do considering the assault you both faced in the parking garage. The safe house truly was the safest option right now. 

“There is no need for the dramatics. We are a few minutes from the safehouse... After everything that happened, we should just get somewhere safe.”

Larissa fell silent, obviously fuming that you could ever suggest not rushing back home immediately. For what was supposed to be a romantic getaway, you were certainly headed in the opposite direction. 

You completed the rest of the drive in an agonizing silence. 

While you drove, you couldn’t help but glance over into the passenger seat, but you weren’t looking at the shapeshifter. No, you were looking at the handprints melted into the car window - a now permanent fixture to remind you of the life threatening situation you both had been in an hour earlier. You found the warped window to be a terrifying symbol of life or death situations that were likely to come.

When you pulled into the driveway of the safehouse, there was an agent waiting for you both in the front driveway. After the car was in park, Larissa exited the vehicle wordlessly, still giving you the cold shoulder. 

With a roll of your eyes, you exit the car, coming face to face with the agent you would be staying with. The man was significantly taller than Larissa and you found yourself needing to take a step back in order to look him in the eye. He was undeniably handsome with a thick mane of dreadlocks and a joyful, wide grin, making you feel automatically at ease.

There was a golden glint to his brown eyes as he stretched out a hand, squeezing your hand just a little too hard. He spoke with a deep gravel to his voice, “Agent Morris. Nice to meet you. Let’s get you both inside so I can hopefully provide some clarity on everything you have been through in the past couple of hours.”

“That would be grea-”

Larissa rounded the car, cutting you off by ordering the agent about. “We need to get back to Vermont. We have no time to waste by playing spy with your organization. I have a school full of children who need me, two of them being my own, mind you.”

The agent didn’t seem phased by the shapeshifter’s demands and rather he offered her a smile and stretched out a hand to greet her as well. “I understand your concern, but you are a logical woman. Your children are more valuable to you alive, and I can assure you that your life and theirs will be in jeopardy if you choose to travel home.”

The headmistress clenched her jaw in response and turned away from you both, striding towards the house defiantly. 

The agent was kind enough to help you with the bags, offering you a quick notes version of the organization you were up against. You entered the old and cozy home and spotted the straight-faced shapeshifter who aggressively disappointed in you. As much as Larissa seemingly wanted you to sit elsewhere, you took a seat on the couch next to her, ready to hear the agent out.

“The company known as ‘Outcast Vitamins’ or ‘O-Vitamins’ is looking to bottle outcast abilities. This I’m sure you already know, but what was kept from you is the interest the company has on you both in particular.” Agent Morris took a seat across from you and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. 

“Both of your abilities are well known in the outcast world and they are more of interest to normies who are looking for a supplement they could take to give them abilities that are a little less... life altering.” As he spoke, he gestured towards you both when referring to your powers and to himself when mentioning lycanthropy. “Growing plants and shapeshifting-at-will may be a better selling point with the average consumer than lycanthropy or vampirism.” 

You inquired deeper, hoping to sell Larissa on the seriousness of the subject, “But what does that mean? What do they want from us? Do they want our DNA or something? ” 

“The process is... painful to say the least. There have been werewolves, vampires, and a siren that have been experimented on for the past few years. It’s sold as a medical study where people believe they will get paid for a few test trials, but...” Agent Morris glanced down into his hands, hesitating on having to share the survival rate. “About half of them survived... The issue with experimenting on the two of you is that your cellular makeup is different from the others. Larissa especially... Shapeshifting is something professional outcast scientists barely understand, let alone a few hacks in a lab. They would experiment and test on you for months before they might get something viable.”

Larissa spoke up, her hand reaching out and protectively squeezing your knee, “Again, what about my children and students? I have many outcasts that have a variety of abilities. Luring me away from them does not reassure me that they will be kept safe.” The intensity and coldness of Larissa’s tone seemed to have no impact on the agent. You felt the need to wince, knowing Larissa would be willing to escalate the argument if she felt it necessary. 

“I assure you there is no luring of anybody. We have agents on and around the premises of the school. According to inside sources, the company wants you two. A shapeshifter and a plant manipulator. Not only are your powers perfect for consumers, but they are particularly potent. You are both powerful and very in control of your abilities. O-Vitamins is very aware of your professional and personal history. They know what you are capable of.”

“We are just educators and mothers…” You rationalize, trying to push away the thought that there were people out to find and potentially harm you.

Agent Morris only smiled and shook his head, “I think we both know that isn’t true, doctor.” 

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“Not only could we die… but they are after shapeshifters. Althea is in danger. Oh my god! What about my parents?” Larissa choked out the words as she dropped herself on the edge of the bed, trying to get the words out before she knew she would begin to cry. 

She looked up at you with tear-filled eyes, her arms parting as a silent command for you to hug her. You take two steps and position yourself between Larissa’s legs into her open arms. Her arms were soon raveled around you, squeezing you tight and pressing her face into your abdomen. 

You went about helping Larissa relax in the best way you knew how: unpinning her hair and gently massaging her scalp as you provided her comforting words. “We have no choice but to trust these agents. They will take care of the kids. Your parents are more than capable of taking care of themselves.” 

With her face planted into your abdomen, she shook her head, not wanting to believe everyone would be okay without her there. Larissa was preparing herself for worst case scenarios and you knew how hard it was to pull her out of anxious ruminating once she had already started. Typically, Larissa was the one to pull you out of your own emotional spiraling, but seeing her so vulnerable caused you to jump into action. 

“Honey, look at me...” You shifted your hands to either side of her face, pulling her away and holding her still as you crouched so as to look up into her eyes. Larissa seemed determined to look away from you for a moment, most likely due to her own embarrassment over crying, but you were more firm in your tone to make sure she knew you were serious. “Look at me.”

With sad (and somewhat pouty) eyes, Larissa met your gaze, shaking her head as more tears pooled in her eyes. 

While you didn’t have a full plan worked out, you needed to distract Larissa somehow and get her attention focused on something she could control. “We need to finish what we started and we will be back home before we know it.”

Larissa leaned into the touch of your left hand, closing her eyes and sounding more defeated than you had ever known her to be, “How are we going to take down an entire company? You saw the powers of that man. I’m sure they have other outcasts that can do more than melt the glass of car windows.” 

“I don’t know how, but I’d say it would be worth it to try... How else will we make it home to Al and Vi?”

The shapeshifter paused, sucking in a breath and thinking hard for a moment. When Larissa opened her eyes again, they held a new determination and fire that was much more reminiscent of the woman you fell in love with. “Tomorrow we should sit down with Agent Morris. I want to know more about this company and what we have to do. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we will be back home with the kids.” 

“That’s my girl.” You mumble, pulling her face down to press a kiss against her forehead. Releasing her face, you pushed yourself back into a standing position and brought a hand to rest on her cheek once more, “Let’s get a good night’s rest.”

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Hiiiiii! Once again an idea

Larissa getting high by accident.

Rowan left magic brownies at the counter of their kitchen (they planned to hang out that day) and Fern made some regular brownies. Larissa thought the brownies were Fern’s and well the rest i’ll leave to you 🙃

Oops

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Woopsie. Let's see how they work through this one. Part of this is a funny scene of Melissa McCarthy high in the movie Happy Time Murders.

"Larissa, I-" You round the corner into the living room and see Larissa lounging on the couch with her hands held high in the air. She was twisting her hands at the wrist and watching her movements with serious focus, "What are you doing?"

"The human body... is incredible. I mean, have you really thought about it? You think of something and it just does it... Neurons and stuff." Larissa explained her actions and you looked around the room like there was a hidden camera.

"Are you okay, honey?" You lean over the back of the couch to look into her face. She looks back up at you with a soft smile and tired eyes.

"Oh, yeah. I'm great, but those brownies you made aren't. They do NOT taste like how you usually make them." Larissa dropped her long arms to her chest and pouted as she looked up at you, "Can we get Chinese food?"

"What are you talking about? I made-" You shook your head and walked into the kitchen, knowing that you made the brownies like you always did: extra dark chocolate like Larissa likes. You open the oven to look at the brownies that you had made earlier. You had been keeping them there to keep them warm, but you were confused to see the whole pan was still in tact.

What had she eaten? You shut the oven and gaze back up to the counter where a container of brownies sat. You pick it up and a note sits underneath, We are playing driving under the influence tonight. Have Mario Cart ready when I get there. Be high too. - Ro

Fuck. Your best friend left pot brownies and Larissa was now high as hell.

"Honey! Which brownies did you eat?" You knew the answer, but you asked anyway. You walk back to Larissa, note in hand, and your hands on your hips.

"The gross ones." She was sitting up again with her head tilted back so she could look at you, "Have you ever thought about what it would be like if the room was upside down and we walked on the ceiling?"

You ignored her question and went back to the bedroom to retrieve your phone. You immediately dialed Rowan's phone number and when she picked up, you skipped over the pleasantries, "How much weed is in those brownies?"

Rowan laughed before speaking, "Enough."

"Ro, Larissa ate one." You scream-whispered into the phone.

"Oh, shit." Her laughing was uncontrollable now. You roll your eyes and walk out to the living room

"Not funny. I don't think she has ever taken drugs. Do I tell her? I don't want her panicking." You watch Larissa on the couch. She is turned around, now facing you. Her arms were folded on the back of the couch and her head was resting on them.

"Let them wear off and then tell her? How much did she take?"

"Rissa, how many brownies did you have?"

"Two. Three. Wait.. Two. Yes, two." Your eyes went wide at her behavior. This was nothing like your Larissa.

"Two." You repeat into the phone and Rowan howls with laughter once again.

"Well, it will be a few hours, but she could join us in playing Mario Cart tonight." Rowan shrugs and then remembers that she should be teaching a class right now, "I have to go. Just entertain her."

The receiver went dead and you stared at Larissa from the hallway.

"Rissa, should we watch a movie or something? I think that there is a new episode of our show. Rowan should be coming over after her class." You shove your phone into your pocket and head to the living room to entertain Larissa.

"May I say something now?" Larissa says as you drop down onto the couch next to her.

"Yes.. What is it?" You laugh a bit at the formality of her words.

"There is a new episode of our show... and Rowan is coming over." She informs you causing you to narrow your gaze at her.

"I just said that."

"Then we are fighting on the same side. It's like we're Apache-Comanche together, and no one's... no one's coming in with the suit jackets made and taking over their land." Larissa became very impassioned as she spoke. You could tell that she was trying to make a point about Indigenous sovereignty, but her high state made it hard to decipher.

"What are you talking about?" You place a hand on her knee, trying to get her to focus.

Larissa reached out, taking your face in her hands, obviously desperate for you to understand her, "I'm talking about Apaches! Ugh, we owe them!"

You couldn't help but laugh at her and her dedication to activism in a high state, "Larissa, what's your deal?"

"My deal? Well, I'm a Virgo-"

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Larissa was still laying on the couch as Rowan and you played your video games. She was sobering up finally. She had gone on many tangents that evening and both you and Rowan sat and listened to her. She talked about starving children, outcast rights, and how she believes that everyone is at least a little gay.

Her hand was playing with your hair as she stared at the ceiling. She had finally gone silent and you and Rowan were trying desperately to beat one another on your game consol. You shut your eyes when you heard Larissa speak up again, wondering what tangent she was about to start now, "I haven't been high like that since high school..."

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heya, i’ve been loving ur work so much and i thought i could request something?

i love ur fern x larissa series and was wondering if u could do a oneshot maybe where tbh, i just want larissa to absolutely destroy fern 😌. maybe have larissa rail the hell out of fern wherever u would like. im happy with u doing whatever u want with this!!

keep up ur fantastic work tho, i absolutely adore it!!

Anywhere You’d Like (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: I hope I was able to make Larissa ‘absolutely destroy’ Fern the way you wanted.

Larissa's hand drifted under the blanket, coming to rest on your thigh. You had been watching a movie together when it seems as though Larissa had grown bored. Her hand curled around your thigh, rubbing back and forth, each time growing closer and closer to your heat, "What do you think your doing?"

She didn't respond. There were a few silent indicators about Larissa that you could tell what was going through her mind. When she initiated sex wordlessly, typically she was looking to dominate you in the bedroom. Her lack of words was a powerplay.

While you were interested in the movie, you couldn't help but shift your legs open a little more. You would think at this point in your relationship that you would be able to resist her, but Larissa Weems was all too beautiful.

She ended up moving her hand to cover the front of your panties, rubbing up and down for the remainder of the movie. Larissa continued 'watching' the film, but you were all too distracted. It was obvious to you that when the movie was over, she had plans for you.

As soon as the credits hit the screen, she pushed you back on the couch, laying you out next to her, "Did you mean what you said this morning?"

You give her consent by lifting your hips and pulling down your panties, leaving you in a t-shirt. She adjusted her positioning on the couch, laying out on her stomach before you. You thought back to your breakfast conversation and remembered what you had told her, "When I said you could fuck me anywhere you like, I meant in the house. Ever since I started letting you fuck me with that dick of yours, you have acted more and more like a man..."

Larissa knew it was true as well. Once she learned the pleasures of fucking you with a shapeshifted cock, much of your discussions around sex included drawing boundaries in the bedroom. Larissa chuckled as she lowered her face to your cunt, "Come on, baby... Every hole is a goal..."

You laugh at her words, but the laughter fades to you sucking in a breath when her tongue drags up your slit. You couldn't help but continue the discussion through your moans, "I'm not sucking it."

"Oh, come on, baby..." Larissa didn't want to pressure you into it, but she had been watching porn doing a little research and wondered if it felt as good as it looked.

The back and forth ended when you groaned loudly when her tongue flicked over your clit. Her hands ran up the back of your thighs, pushing them up high. You were impossibly wet. You were reminded of your wetness each time you clenched your muscles and bucked your hips up into her mouth.

Larissa dipped her tongue into your hole, tasting you. Her lips moved to kiss you thigh before she spoke, "Mmm... Can I fuck you now?"

"Mhmm..." You hum, closing your eyes and resting your head against the couch beneath you. You hear Larissa stand and strip off her clothes. Soon she is settled between your legs, hard cock pushing into your entrance. You let out a long breath as she fully pushes into you.

You glance up at Larissa. Her cock is buried all the way into you and she has stopped to enjoy the feeling. Her head it tilted up towards the ceiling and you can see her chest heaving. You were going to need your safe-word later.

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Larissa's fucking was brutalizing and you loved every moment of it. She plowed you into the couch in missionary, her hand gripping your neck. After she had enough of that, she flipped you over and fucked you from behind. Her hand came to rest at the back of your neck, pressing your face deeper into the couch cushion. You had been whimpering with every thrust. She freed up a hand to play with your clit the entire time and you had lost count of how many times you had cum.

Now you straddled her lap, but you weren't riding her. No. You had your arms wrapped around her neck as she continued to fuck you hard and fast. You focused hard to clench your muscles around her cock, but you were exhausted, "Oh... my god..."

You had no clue how close Larissa was, but she was loving the feeling of being inside of you. Her eyes were still closed, entirely focused on the sensation of your wet and warm cunt. Her hips bucked up harshly against yours. You were beginning to become sore, but you weren't ready to call it yet.

"Come on, honey. Fuck me ha-harder." You began whispering in her ear. What she heard was you egging her on, but you wanted her to cum, "I-Is that all you g-got?"

Larissa's hands that once rested on your hips shifted: one wrapped around your waist and the other gripped the back of your neck, allowing her to draw you down even more harshly than before. Now that she had full control over your body, she could draw you down into her own trusts, "Jesus... Fern... Oh, god..."

You sucked your lips into your mouth, taking the brutal fucking from Larissa, trying your best to stave off any additional orgasms. If you came anymore, you wouldn't be able to handle her cock anymore. You put all of your energy into tightening your muscles around her, but Larissa seemed no closer to cumming.

You bit your lip, bouncing up and down on her cock, knowing that you couldn't take it any longer. You brought your lips to her ear and spoke with urgency, "Lily, Larissa. Lily..."

Larissa let out a hiss of frustration, lifting you up enough for her cock to slip from you. From the way it now pressed to your inner thigh, it was still just as hard as when you started. You caught your breath and feel Larissa's hand between your legs, but she isn't trying to touch you. Her hand moves against her wet cock frantically, searching for her orgasm.

You wished you didn't want to pleasure her so much. You are wobbly, but you slip to the floor and take a deep breath, not exactly knowing where to start.

Taking Larissa's cock from her, you immediately choose not to try putting it all in your mouth. Rather, you run a tongue up it's side, tasting yourself along the shaft. The moan that escaped Larissa was something you had never heard before.

"Please, Fern... More... Please more..." Larissa was begging, her hips bucking up into your hand. Your tongues traveled upwards swirling around the head, eliciting more moans from her. She couldn't take her eyes off you know, loving the view of you licking and sucking her cock.

You pull away, running your hand up and down the shaft as you speak, "I'm going to do something... Do not fuck my face..."

Larissa smiled and nodded in agreement. There was no other way around the bluntness of your statement, but this was your first time doing this and you had no interest in her having control over this.

Larissa's hands gripped her own thighs, trying to control herself. Your mouth moved over her cock and began bobbing up and down, sucking as you went. Larissa's hips shifted down and she sucked in a breath. This really did feel as good as it looked.

You continued going until you could sense Larissa losing control, she must be getting close. It was involuntary when her hips bucked up into your mouth. You give Larissa mixed signals when your hands reach up to take hers and guide them to the back of your head. Larissa gathered your hair in her hands and gave your head a gentle push, urging you to keep going.

She finally came, pulling your head down on her cock more than you would have liked. You couldn't bring yourself to swallow, leaving her cock covered in saliva and cum. You slump down to the floor, resting against the couch.

"I can't move..." You were the first to speak. Your head leaned back to stare at Larissa and she looked just as spent.

"Clean up and take a nap?" Larissa suggested, but she still hadn't moved.

"Please."

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Idea for your Larissa x fern fanfic whether is be a one shot or not.

I feel like Larissa would try something new like giving fern a lap dance. Strip show and fern is desperate to have permission to touch her.

I hope this is ok. I just saw the idea and thought it worked well for them.

Strip It Down (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

You furrow your brow at Larissa's question before repeating it back to her, "Can you strip for me?"

You had been reading a book by the fireplace in Larissa's office when she approached you from behind, beginning to massage your shoulders. The way she had asked you made it seem like she was almost embarrassed to ask. You mark your page and fold the book into your lap, turning around to look up at her.

Larissa bit the inside of her lip and nodded, seemly excited to try something new with you. How could you say no to your wife?

"I would love to have you strip for me..." You can feel a bit of confidence surging in your chest, loving the idea that Larissa wanted to put on a little show just for you.

Your eyes follow her as she circles your chair, leaning down to rest her hands on either side of you, "Now, no touching..."

You nod in compliance, setting your book off to the side to begin watching her move before you. You wonder if Larissa had been planning this for today. She wore a button up blouse rather than one of her usual dresses.

A satisfied smile graced your lips as you watched her head roll backwards. Her fingers gracefully undid button after button, pausing to slowly gyrate her hips before you. As she did your eyes, flicked downward, enjoying the methodical roll of her hips. God, she wasn't even undressed yet and you were ravenous for a taste of her.

Larissa's tongue darts from her lips as she notices you watching her hips hungrily. Abandoning her task of unbuttoning her shirt, she takes a step closer, putting her within an arms length. A hand finds her zipper to her skirt and she pushes the fabric from her body, exposing the hips and thighs you love so much.

You regret not sitting on your hands when she turns away from you and seats herself in your lap. She begins grinding her ass against you her hands moving back up to her blouse to finish off the buttons. Your hands had come to grip the edges of your chair, trying to distract yourself. You wanted to touch and taste that beautiful, soft skin.

She leans back into your body, presenting her shoulders to you. You let out a exasperated groan when you remember that you cant touch or kiss her. At first, this experience made you feel like you were the one in control, but quickly you were realizing that Larissa was the one in control all along.

Larissa rises up out of your lap, shrugging the blouse to the floor, leaving herself in matching lingerie... She had been planning this.

Turning around to face you once more, her hips moved methodically, drawing your eyes back to the part of her body that always made you weak. You were entranced by her body. The fire light danced across her skin and it made you wonder how much longer you could survive without touching her.

Larissa moved to all fours, crawling closer and closer. She was on her knees before you, her hands sliding up your thighs as she rose higher and higher. Her face mere centimeters from yours when she finally whispered those words you had been longing to hear, "Touch me..."

Once she finally offered you permission to touch her, your hands went into action. You took her face in your hands, pulling yourself to her to finally press a kiss to those lovely lips. You push your body weight against her, urging her to slowly lay back on the rug that lay in front of the fireplace.

There you made love before the fireplace. Every motion thoughtful. Every kiss tender.

And, as always when you tried something new with Larissa in the bedroom, you couldn't help wondering to yourself, 'Why hadn't we tried this sooner?'

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Hey! I'm in love with your writing and I am proposing marriage.

I was wondering, if you have the time, if you'd write a oneshot with your OC and Larissa? Like an angry sex, possibly jealousy fuelled, oneshot? I read your Frantic oneshot and I'm in love with the idea of Larissa shapeshifting a cock so if you can could you please add that too? I love your writing so much istg I will faint

Get On Your Knees (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: I have to say that I like writing this smut too. This may not be exactly what you were looking for but its new and fun.

You were teasing Larissa when as you closed the front door behind yourself, "Someone is jealous."

"I am not." Larissa's voice was getting angrier and angrier as you kept teasing her. You had been a little preoccupied at a work party by the new head groundskeeper of Nevermore. The young woman had been talking to you all evening about horticultural endeavors and Larissa was convinced that she was ogling you.

"Five years of marriage and two children later and you still get all jealous. You are too cute." You weren't going to relent. This was a little out of character for Larissa, but she was adamant as you left the party that the young woman had been trying to find reasons to touch and talk to you.

"I'm not jealous! I'm just stating facts!" Larissa was angry whispering as you followed her into the bedroom. She was trying not to wake the children and parents that were sleeping a room away, but she was beginning to pace like a caged jungle cat. You knew you were in for it. Hopefully, you could get something out of this.

"What facts? The fact she wants to fuck me?" You say bluntly as you begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Why are you so worried, honey? Are you scared that I would fuck her too?"

Larissa stops her pacing to look at you. Her eyes angry and dark, "There's only one thing that will be fucking you, baby. Get on your knees."

You got what you wanted from her.

You dropped to your knees and you couldn't help but smirk to yourself when she unzipped her pants and pulled a cock from her black lace panties, "Open that mouth for me."

You rarely sucked her dick, typically you refused to, but on her birthday and a few rare occasions when you were exceptionally horny such as tonight. You opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue and looking up at her, just like she liked. Larissa placed a hand on your cheek and guided her cock into your mouth with her other.

Once in your mouth, her hands gathered your hair behind your head as she slowly began thrusting in and out of your mouth. She didn't want a blowjob, she wanted to face fuck you for even mentioning that you would fuck someone else.

Her pace was slow at first, enjoying your warm mouth around her cock. Your hands held her hips to maintain the doable pacing. You focused on your breathing as she kept fucking you. Her moans were a quiet hum.

Her pacing sped up. It wasn't long and you felt yourself drooling from the way she fucked your mouth. She kept going and going, speeding up and getting rougher with you. This had become a habit after sex with her shape shifting abilities had begun. There was a part of her that almost became blinded by the sensation that she would almost forget you were there. It wasn't always the worst thing. It had led to the best sex of your life while also leading to the creation of a few safe words and signals.

The fucking became more and more animalistic. The grip on your hair tightened and she was losing control of herself. Without warning, you felt her cum hit the back of your throat and she kept going. You were losing breath and that's when you decided to call it quits. You reached up and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight so she would know to stop.

Larissa took notice of your signal and immediately pulled from your mouth. She squatted down to eye level, wiping away the saliva that ran down your chin with her hand, "Are you okay?'

You nod quickly, giving her a light smile. Her hands came to your cheeks and she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. She then helped you to your feet and her voice was still soft, "Let's take a bath, hmm?"

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Vines Forever Intertwined Ch. 2

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Larissa and Fern start their trip and find out the premise of their new adventure isn’t what they initially thought.

Author’s Note: Sorry this was supposed to be finished sooner but I was farm sitting and the fencing broke and the horses could’ve gotten loose! It was a mess!

The drive to Tennessee was remarkably uneventful. Larissa napped for nearly a quarter of the trip, and in the moments she wasn’t asleep or driving, she was informing you of her Candy Crush progress from level 1473 to level 1531. 

For the four hours Larissa drove, you snuggled yourself into the passenger seat, turning your body just enough to watch her face as she angrily reacted to others’ poor driving skills. Perhaps it was the romantic context of your trip, but you couldn’t help but admire her features (even when much of her face was marred with frustration from driving). 

Without looking away from the road, Larissa teased you, “What’s the matter? You haven’t looked at me like that since you almost died.” 

“Which time?”

Your quick response drew a laugh from the shapeshifter, the corners of her eyes crinkling from the insanity your lives had been for those few months when you first started dating. “The second time.”

Larissa’s acknowledgement of your observing of her only made you stare harder, eyes focusing in on the rare sight of her lipstick-less lips. Your words came with lovestruck blinks - it was almost like you had fallen in love all over again, “It’s hard not to stare when you look that pretty.”

“That was one of your lesser lines. You’re out of practice.” If it wasn’t for the small smirk tugging at the corner of Larissa’s lip, you would have thought her words were entirely serious. 

As you drove the last leg of the drive, Larissa had turned her attention out the car window, pointing out different landmarks where Al and Violet may enjoy sightseeing or vacationing. Once you crossed into Kentucky, the shapeshifter had made it a point to tell you how much the state reminded her of your home state of Wisconsin and point out all the horses she saw as well. All the while, you couldn’t help but smile as this was the most carefree Larissa has been for a while. 

Driving through Lexington wasn’t nearly as agonizing as you thought it would have been, but then again, you were exhausted from driving for over 15 hours straight so you weren’t truly fazed by the traffic. 

Larissa observed the directions pulled up on your phone, and teetered back and forth as she raved with excitement, “Oh, we are almost there!” Her hands reached out to grasp at your thigh, wiggling your leg back and forth to demonstrate her happiness to be out of the car soon. 

Both you and Larissa released a collective sigh as you pulled in front of the hotel, knowing you were so close to the proverbial finish line.

“Look Fern!” Larissa’s finger poked the passenger side window, her attention turned to the mess of ivy that clung to the walls of the hotel and the adjacent parking garage.

“Beautiful. Wonder how long that has been there?” You chirp, avoiding telling her the structural damage ivy can do when attached to homes and buildings. “I can park the car. Just go up to the room, hon.” As you pushed the gear shift into park, you glanced at the shapeshifter in the passenger seat. She was gathering her purse and scattered belongings, readying herself to enter the hotel for the night. 

Larissa glanced up from dropping her phone, water bottle, and phone charger into her purse, seemingly offended that you could offer up such a suggestion, “We can both go park, get the keys- Oh! And then let’s go to dinner. I’m starved.”

Now was not the time to argue with the pretty shapeshifter seated next to you, so you shift the car into reverse and pull off into the parking ramp. You had to roll your eyes at the asinine level of construction happening on the first few levels, leaving the two of you driving all the way up to the fourth floor before you found a suitable parking place. 

As soon as you parked, you killed the ignition and pushed the car door open, needing to stretch your legs out and walk around. Larissa continued to gather her belongings in the front seat as she tended to spread out during long drives and couldn’t stand the thought of leaving any garbage behind in her car. The shapeshifter continued speaking to you as you walked to the trunk to pull out both of your suitcases. “You know, Ferny. I was looking at the hotel bar menu. They have a poor wine list, but I’m thinking we should get one of these crazy mixed drinks they have~”

While it wasn’t entirely kind, you felt like you had heard the gist of what she was saying, so you had blocked out the rest of her words as your thoughts wandered to the decrepit looking parking garage. Perhaps it was just the large amount of construction or maybe just the late hour, but you found the structure to be off-putting.

Rifling through the trunk, you become annoyed at the fact that Larissa’s make up bag had fallen over during the trip, littering the back of the car with makeup products. You assumed she may have accidentally forgotten to zip it when she retrieved her glasses from the bag around the 5 hour mark when you stopped for gas. 

One by one, you kept tossing the products back into the bag, hoping and praying you weren’t ruining Larissa’s organization in some way. The sound of a black sedan driving down the center of the parking ramp caused you to briefly look up from your task and shift against your car as a courtesy to the driver. 

You return back to your task, only to be shocked by a number of events happening at once. Larissa frantically began calling your name when a pair of strong arms wound around your waist and yanked you backwards. Flailing, you attempted to break loose of the attackers grip, but you lacked any balance or stability so they only dragged you back further. 

In front of you, a panic stricken Larissa dove from the car to come to your aid - a fire in her eyes that you hadn’t seen since she battled an undead pilgrim for you. 

Your attacker wasn’t alone, and Larissa was soon accosted by two individuals, both of which were quickly fighting a losing battle when Larissa shapeshifted to become much larger and more muscular than before. Rather than marvel at your wife’s abilities like you wanted, you chose to gather your bearings and planted a clumsy backwards kick to the kidnapper’s shin causing the both of you to come clattering to the concrete floor of the parking garage. 

Frantically, you looked about the surrounding area, knowing your best and only option was to use your plant manipulation powers. The tendrils of ivy vines peaking over the ledge of the parking garage wall was all you needed. Planting your hands against the hard floor, you squeeze your eyes shut tight and attempt to focus on bringing the vines to your aid as quickly as possible. 

What you hadn’t anticipated was the rapid crumbling of the concrete as the vines tore apart the building’s infrastructure to get to you. Eye level with the shoes of Larissa and her two attackers, you watched as the men’s shoes became raveled in the leafy vines, driving both the men to the floor. Both of them thrashed and groaned as they tried to fight off the vines, but you were more concerned with the way your kidnapper had found his footing once more and was now dragging you towards the sedan with the help of his driver. 

You kicked and squirmed in their touch, the vines weaving around you as they dove towards the men’s feet. The loosening of their grip was only momentary, but it was still long enough for you to wriggle free and scramble towards Larissa. The shapeshifter watched the scene before her with frantic eyes, her hands outstretched as she beckoned for you to jump into the car for the both of you to drive away. “Come on! Let’s go!”

Larissa’s vice-like grip for your wrist and tugged you to her, pushing you towards the passenger door once you were in her arms. You crawled from the passenger seat to the driver's side, screaming Larissa’s name to pry her eyes away from whatever horrific scene was happening outside the walls of the car. Stuffing your hand in your pocket, you turn over the ignition, and quickly throw the vehicle into reverse. 

With your foot still planted on the break, you glanced back to your right, Larissa wasn’t by the door anymore. This only caused your blood to turn ice cold, worried some of the attackers had gained their freedom and were in the process of kidnapping Larissa. 

You had your car door halfway open when you heard the trunk slam and saw Larissa’s form running around the car to jump in the front seat. She then slammed her car door and pushed down the lever to lock the car doors. Much to your wife’s dismay, you were frozen in place as you stared at her half in awe and half in shock at how the past ten minutes had unraveled. 

The shapeshifter took your face in her hands, and gently shook you back to reality. “Drive! Fern! Drive!” 

With a loud bang, your eyes shifted away from Larissa to the passenger side window where your original attacker had slammed his fiery red hands against the car window. You were suddenly aware of his outcast abilities as the glass of the window began melting under his touch. The glass was warping and bubbling,

sending fear coursing through your veins. 

Somehow, the shapeshifter before you was maintaining a surface level of calm, her hands shaking your head back to the solution at hand, “Drive!”

Punching down on the gas, you gun the car backwards into the black sedan. The jolt resulted in Larissa scrambling to find something to hold onto while you shift the car into drive, and slam down on the gas once more, peeling out of the parking garage. 

Larissa’s eyes lasered in on you, needing to ignore the misshapen window for her own sanity. She wasn’t speaking to you, but you knew the gears were turning in her mind. Any second now, Larissa would have formulated a plan to keep the both of you safe.

What you hadn’t quite expected was Larissa grabbing your phone from the cup-holder, unlocking it with the password she had memorized years ago. Within a few seconds you heard the gentle noise of the dial tone of a phone waiting to be answered.

“Hello?” Agent Thatcher answered sweetly, assuming she knew exactly why you were calling.

Larissa wasted no time in diving into the issue at hand, angrily shouting with her hands gesturing about wildly, “Someone attacked us! What is happening here?” 

Thatcher chuckled into the receiver and you could feel your wife growing more and more irritated in the passenger seat, “I can’t believe they found you already. It was probably your hotel booking. Did you really book it under your real name?”

You couldn’t help but join in on the conversation as Thatcher provided no clarity with her statement back to Larissa’s original question, “Found us already? What are you talking about? What is happening?” 

From the other end, the agent sighed and started in on her explanation, “Well, and I’m being honest here, I wasn’t entirely forthright at our last meeting. The medicinal company not only wants cryptids… but rare varieties of outcasts as well. We learned about their plans for the ‘werewolf vitamin’ and found your names on lists for other potential projects. Working for Nevermore, you are both prominent figures in the outcast world. We sent you on the trip to stay away from Nevermore and keep the students safe.” 

The shapeshifter was automatic in her reply - her first duty was always to her children and students, “What about our children? Who’s going to protect the kids?”

“We have agents posted all over Jericho and Nevermore. Your children are safe.” The nonchalant nature of Agent Thatcher’s response made a well of frustration and confusion well within you. “Does one of you have a pen handy? I have the address for a safehouse where you will be spending the night.” 

With no further questions, Larissa pulled her phone from her purse, ready to type the address into her notes app, “Okay. I’m ready.”

The agent listed off the address like she had been waiting for the two of you to call about this. She was entirely unenthusiastic about the dangers you had encountered - almost as if she expected you to know how to handle it all. “The agent there will be able to help you get on your way to Louisiana.”

“What? No. Who said we were-” Larissa attempted to argue with the agent, but it was no use.

“Agent Thatcher out.”

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I can’t wait to hear about Fern’s pregnancy cravings! And at the weirdest times too!

2 am? I don’t care I want spaghetti and ice cream.

Idk I just imagine fern having a weird food craving lmfao

Craving

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

"Please..." You whisper into Larissa's shoulder as she sat up in bed, enjoying a novel she had checked out just this morning. You had been growing hungry and weren't particularly interested in getting up to fetch your own food.

"Ferny..." Larissa whined, let the book fall to her lap as she pressed her hand to your cheek, trying to comfort you. She wasn't particularly interested in going to the kitchen or to the store to get any food to meet your cravings.

"Pretty please... I may die of hunger." You beg a little more, bringing your hands to grip her bicep. All you wanted was the cold spaghetti in the fridge as well as the small amount of ice cream left in the freezer.

"I'm assuming you are being hyperbolic." Her tone was flat. In response to her lack of care, you fell limp against her, sliding into her lap and pretended to be dead. She let out a chuckle as her hand came to play with your hair, twisting your blonde locks around her long fingers. Her uncaring tone continued, but you knew she was teasing you, "Oh no... She is dead. Whatever shall I do?"

Larissa combed the hair away from your face. An unwavering smile graced her lips. Your pregnancy could be described in three words: hungry, horny, and grumpy. Larissa couldn't deny that even in your worst moments, she had loved every little bit of it all.

You turned your face against her bare thigh and gave her leg a nip causing her to jump in surprise. Her hands flew to your face and pulled you off of her lap, "No biting!"

You only grin, knowing that you are about to get your way. Now with your face against Larissa's shoulder, you turn your head once more, opening your mouth like you are going to bite her once more. Larissa jumps from bed to avoid your teeth, "Fine! Fine! I'll get you food!"

Larissa returned to the bedroom moments later with your two favorite late night snacks. She sets them on the nightstand so she can crawl into bed first. You couldn't help but straddle her lap when she settled into bed, but your seven month pregnant belly prevented you from leaning forward all the way. Larissa brought her hands to your face and pulled your head down so she could lean forward and kiss the top of your head, "Okay, honey. Settle into bed. We will get you fed and watch our show."

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Violet and Rose Ch. 23

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Fun little chapter. Raises more questions though.

“Dr. Rogers!” Enid was the first through your classroom door on the first day of class. It was a Monday and you were deliriously happy to spend a couple hours each Monday, Wednesday, Friday morning with your advanced botany students. This group was your most fun and always came up with the most interesting project ideas.

“Ms. Sinclair!“ You respond with equal enthusiasm to each of the students that entered your classroom. This semester you had Bianca, Enid, Wednesday, Yoko, Eugene, and two siren students you hadn’t had a previous experience with. Previously you had Xavier in your class, but after learning he seemed to have more interest in astronomy than botany, you convinced Rowan to add him to her class roster.

Once all the students had taken their seats, you could tell that they were jittery with excitement to be back with their peers. Move-in day was simply not enough for them to catch up with all of their friends, “As we do to begin each semester… today we are doing nothing. I simply am looking to catch up with you guys and, of course, get to know some of my newer students.”

Enid does a little dance in her chair as you move up out of your desk chair. The students seem to be eyeing you, side conversations subsiding. You furrow your brow and glance around from student to student, eyes falling on Enid whispering to Wednesday, who is brave enough to speak for the class, “Are you pregnant?”

“Keen eye, Ms. Addams. Yes, I am.” You were going to leave it at that, but when the students erupted into speculative whispers, you decided to offer them only a little more information, “Principal Weems and I will be having twins early next year.”

Wednesday Addams eyes flash in delight, almost making you concerned for your safety. She was never happy. Enid was already off on a tangent, begging you to let her babysit, “Dr. Rogers, you totally have to let me babysit. I have a whole pack of brothers. I’m great with children.”

“How far along are you?” Wednesday asks another question, not giving you time to respond to Enid.

“About 13 weeks.”

“Her babies have begun developing fingers and toes. Their organs are visible through the skin.” Wednesday relayed her fetal development knowledge to the class and you quickly realized that until you had these babies, this class would be half plant science and half child growth and development. Rather than dwell on Addams’s typically strange behavior, you approach your new students, wanting to get to know them a bit and effectively ending the discussion about your pregnancy.

Mid conversation with Divina and Kent, Bianca interrupts you, shouting your name from near your desk, “Hey, Dr. Rogers, can I DJ?”

You only offer a wave of your hand, giving her the go ahead so you can continue your conversation. Mainly you were interested in gaining some insight on their interests and how you could provide some insight on how to connect them with your advanced botany class. As you continue your conversation, Bianca takes a seat at your desk, beginning to play music from her phone. She typically was the student in charge of ‘Funky Fridays’ in your classroom. This was an entire class period dedicated to project work and students would take turns playing their favorite songs. Of course this led to many a class period where you got off track, but it wasn’t all for not, you did learn the dance to About Damn Time by Lizzo.

After a while, you move on from your conversations with Divina and Kent to sit and chat with Eugene for a bit. He was excited to share his results from your joint wildflower project in the east gardens. You were talking animatedly with one another, gradually conversations moved from his academic projects into his activities from over the summer and the few rare species of insect he had finally come into contact with. With his enthusiasm for insects, you decided to share with him an idea for his project this semester, “Perhaps you can help me with a biological control experiment in the greenhouse? We seem to have a couple different pests on my trees in the South West corner of the greenhouse. Could you take a look for me?”

“Absolutely, Dr. Rogers! I’ve heard about a species of parasitic wasp that may be able to help depending on your pest. I’ll go look now!” He popped up and left you sitting alone at his desk

You continued moving your way through your students, stopping to sit with Yoko next. Typically, she was a more laid back and quiet student, so you found it hard to get a read on her at first. That was until you found that her vampirism led her to have an interest in flowers that only bloomed at night. Over summer break, you were finally able to lay your hands on some Queen of the Night cuttings for her, “Yoko, I’ve been thinking about you project from-“

“What in heaven's name is going on here?” Larissa had heard the noise coming from your classroom and when she poked her head in, she immediately saw Bianca in your desk chair, her feet propped up on the surface of the desk. Bianca immediately brought her feet to the floor when the principal came tearing into the room. The siren’s eyes were wide and back was ramrod straight as Larissa loomed over her, “Where is Dr. Rogers?”

When Bianca realized she was looking for you, she lifted a hand to point at you sitting at a desk next to Yoko before turning back to her phone to set up a wonderful queue of music. Larissa turned to you, her anger hadn’t left, but it was morphed into that ‘kill them with kindness’ thing she did, “Dr. Rogers, can I have a word?”

You hold up anhand to Principal Weems and finish your thought to Yoko before leaving her, “Sorry, Yoko. If you go into the greenhouse, there is a bag of Queen of the Night cuttings on the greenhouse table. They are labeled and everything. I want you to do a little research and then we will plant them together. I hope you are ready for some late nights. If we can get them to flower, I want you to attempt to pollinate them and we can try to harvest seeds. It will be a challenge, but I think you will be up for it.”

Yoko gave you a smirk and a nod before pushing herself up from the chair, heading to the greenhouse after Eugene. She was always more of a stoic type in your classroom. Larissa approached you as Yoko walked away. She pressed her hands on the desktop, leaning across the table top. By the look on her face, you certainly were in trouble. Her voice was a hushed whisper, “What do you think you are doing?”

“Teaching.” You smile at her, knowing that she never understood your teaching style.

“Your room is chaos. Music blaring. Students slacking off. Bianca is sitting at your desk!” Her voice was a hiss as she tried to maintain her composure in front of the students. You certainly maintained an unusual classroom environment.

“Of course you can sit in on our class today, Principal Weems. How kind of you to ask?” You raise your voice, speaking the words loud enough for the 5 students left in the classroom to overhear. Pushing yourself up from the desk, you move past Larissa with a phony smile, headed back towards Divina and Kent, “Bianca, come on over here, hon.”

Bianca jumped up from her desk chair, leaving behind her phone so it could keep playing music. You sat behind the two sirens, making them turn around to face you. When Bianca took a seat at your side, you began to delve into your conversation with them, “I went out to the lake and looked into the elodea problem. There is certainly a hefty invasion of the weed beginning in the lake. Have you noticed a problem with any of the native species of the lake?”

“There are patches of the lake that we can’t swim through anymore because it is too thick.” Kent was the first to speak up, familiar with the invasive species you mentioned. His statement earned a hum of agreement from the other two sirens.

“It blocks out the sunlight for the native plant species that grow deeper in the water.” Bianca added, giving you a plant centered issue that she knew you would love.

“How would you three feel about earning a grade in trying to get rid of it? You will get to swim for most of the class period and we may be able to add some type of community service to your resumes and college applications.” You add the last part with a wink, earning a smile from all three of the sirens. They accepted the assignment with interest, setting out to visit the lake so they could get together a plan of attack on the weed that was destroying their lake.

“What are you up to?” Larissa eyed you as you moved across the room to your last two students: Enid and Wednesday.

Before you could get a word in edgewise, Wednesday speaks, “I’m already aware of what you are doing. My final project will be on poisonous plants.”

She then gets up from her desk and crosses the room, taking a seat on the floor by the bookshelf. You allowed her to keep her own selection of books on deadly plants on the bottom shelf, many of them belonging to Marilyn Thornhill.

You were then left with Enid who was looking back and forth, realizing she was the last student left in a desk, “Okay, Ms. Sinclair. What do you want to do for a final?”

She shrugged, “Not sure. You know I’m impartial.”

“How about jazzing up my hedge of hydrangeas? There is a row of them in the front of the school. They are plain white right now. If we mess around with the pH, we can make them bright blue, pink, or purple.” You began outlining a project for her that you had been preparing her for all last year.

“Or all three?”

“Or all three.”

“Totally! Where do I start?” Her eyes went wide, ready to start brightening up the school immediately.

“I’d consult the bookshelf with Ms. Addams. There should be a book on shrub care that can get you the information you need.” You give a nod to the bookshelf behind your desk and watch the young werewolf bob her way over to her roommate. Turning on your heels, you turn around to Larissa, holding your hands out in victory, “And that’s how you get things done.”

Larissa’s eyes were narrowed at you, hating when you proved her wrong, “So your classroom management is no management?”

“Did you even just see what I did? That is seven motivated students, all working on projects that are suited towards who they are as people.” You came to stand in front of her, pressing your hands to the desk in front of her. Your presence wasn’t as looming as hers, however, “That’s a win. Now I just have to keep the sirens on task and keep Addams from killing someone.”

“We run classrooms in two very different ways.” Larissa folded her arms in front of her chest, not wanting to admit that your classroom style worked. You came around the desk to sit next to her, looking up into her face with a fondness in your eyes.

“And they both work in their own ways,” You dip your head to rest on her shoulder, only for a moment, not wanting to show much PDA in front of the students. Any further discussion between you and Larissa was interrupted by Yoko carrying a tray of planted Queen of the Night cuttings.

“Yo, Rogers. Can you help me root these?” She set the cuttings in front of you, not knowing that the last time you attempted to use your powers you had failed miserably.

“Of course, Yoko.” You decided to try again, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the young vampire or Larissa. You place your hands above the pots, spreading your fingers wide to get to as many cuttings as possible. You focus in on the cuttings, trying to will the energy from your fingertips, but nothing comes from you. While Yoko may not have noticed your failure, Larissa did. She covertly placed a hand on your leg as you tried once more, and this time it worked.

Only the energy doesn’t flow from your chest as normal. No. It starts from her hand on your leg and moves all the way up to your fingertips.

Link to Chapter 24

[daydream-cement]

Violet and Rose Ch. 19

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: WE ARE HERE TO MEND HEARTS GODDAMNIT

“She may be good at what she does, but that doesn’t negate that she refuses to utilize her powers for the greater good.” Christine had been doing a wonderful job at listening and avoiding her critical commentary, but now she broke, unable to restrain her thoughts. The lessons Christine had been taught as a child were spouted without thought sometimes.

“I think educating youth is the definition of a job for the greater good.” You retorted, not letting her get away with the negative comments towards Larissa. You had been talking too long and too candidly for either of you to get upset with you at challenging her.

“For some, but not a shapeshifter.” She seemed so sure of her words, almost like they had been repeated by her and many before her until they became automatic and meaningless. She had finished her third drink since you had gotten there, but when the bartender asked if she wanted another, she shook her head no, cutting herself off.

“Oh, please.” You scoffed, finishing the rest of the water in front of you and pushing it forward for the bartender to take the glass away when he passed by next.

“Her father and I have used our powers to help people, but she refuses to use them with the exception of…” Christine attempted to explain her logic to you. Her hands were gesturing in front of her, almost like she was begging you to understand where she was coming from. Her tone made it seem that she was exhausted by Larissa’s actions, “…getting you pregnant.”

“Our powers can be enjoyed, Christine! Every once in a while, I deserve to let the flowers bloom out of season.” You tried to use yourself as an example, hoping that she could see reason in your argument, but it seemed to be of no avail.

“No. That’s not what my- There are so few shapeshifters… We can’t-” Christine had so many thoughts and she was finding it hard to pick one. Too many thoughts were swirling in Chrstine’s mind. Her own mistakes regarding love and her own mother’s harsh words battled within her for the first time in decades.

“You can.”

Christine paused, not knowing what to say next. You were right of course, but Christine had dealt with far too much pain around this subject to want to continue any further.

“Larissa and I are going to be together. We are going to get married and have children and if you want a relationship with her, you are just going to have to come to terms with this.” You slip down off the barstool, knowing that you have been away from Larissa far too long. If she woke up and you were gone, she would be devastated. Christine whipped her head to look at you, eyes concerned with where you were going.

“I- I-” Christine stammered, trying to stop you from leaving. Truthfully, she didn’t want to be left alone. You only shook your head, placing a hand on her arm.

“Goodnight, Christine. I need to go back to Larissa.” You left her at the bar alone, not really caring if she had a place to stay for the night. Christine wasn’t really your problem and at the end of the day, she had been verbally abusing Larissa for years, so the fact that you had offered her any of your time was more than enough. Christine turned back to her drink and began ruminating on the plethora of regrets she had begun to accumulate throughout her lifetime.

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Larissa had awoken not long after you had sat down with her mother. Initially she wondered if you had gone to the bathroom, but when she checked, the door was open and the room dark. She retreated back to your bed. She kept trying to remind herself that all of your belongings were here and you had to come back, but the negative feelings of rejection were far too strong. Larissa buried herself into your pillow, allowing the tears to fall once again.

She just wanted you here with her. Was that too much to ask for?

When you entered the hotel room once more, you pouted at the sad sight of Larissa curled around one of your pillows. You assumed she was sleeping by the way her eyes were closed and how she remained unmoving. The sheets were askew and her naked body was partially covered. You realize you were overdressed, beginning to strip off your clothes with a smile. Larissa had been watching you through her eyelashes, happy to see you preparing to join her in bed once more.

The pillow had taken your spot in the bed, so you chose to move around to the opposite side. As soon as you do, Larissa turns in bed, holding up the sheets and presenting you with a spot to crawl in next to her. You crawl into bed, pulling your body flush to hers. She was so warm and always smelled so nice. How did you last a whole week without her?

“Where were you?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. You could tell she had been crying. Her tone sounded so scared and lonely and you immediately regretted leaving her alone for so long. Larissa’s arm was draped over your side as you rested your forehead on her sternum.

“I needed to go for a walk and think through everything.” You kicked yourself for lying again. It was a partial truth and these partial truths were what had gotten you both into trouble in the first place. You were unsure of how Larissa would handle you talking to her mother about many of the issues that you had been facing during your time in the UK.

“And?” She was flooded with worry. What if you were going to say that your relationship was irreparable? What if you just wanted the sex for closure? What if you didn’t want to marry her? What if-

Your next sentence interrupted her long string of anxious what-ifs, “I’m sorry I never gave you the chance to explain yourself and talk to me.”

“When- when I came home and you were gone…” Larissa was taken back to the moment when she walked into her parents house after taking a walk to clear her head. She couldn’t believe that her mother had the audacity to strike her when she herself was a grown woman. When she pushed open the front door, Christine was waiting for her. Stephen was sitting on the stairs, staring at the floor.

“What happened?” Larissa shifted from side to side, looking for you in the living room. It wasn’t until she made eye contact with her mother that she knew something was terribly wrong.

“She left. She saw how much of a misfit she would have been in this family. She is headed back to London as we speak.”

“No. She wouldn’t leave me. She would never leave me. She wouldn’t leave like this.” Larissa let out a breathless laugh and moved towards the stairs, truly believing that you couldn’t be gone. Stephen covered his mouth with his hand, guilt written all over his face.

Christine stepped between Larissa and the stairs, stopping her from wasting her time, “She is gone, Larissa. You will just have to move on.”

“No…” Larissa shook her head, truly unable to believe her mother’s words. Stephen moved from his place on the stairs so he could come to his daughter's side.

“Yes, now if you could just-” Christine began her lecture once more, but Larissa was far too frantic and confused to even listen.

“She would never leave me. She wouldn’t leave like this.” Stephen was at Larissa’s side now, his hand gently rubbing her arm as she kept repeating those words. Christine rolled her eyes at how her plan was failing and Larissa noticed her mother’s expression, “What did you say to her?”

“You aren’t meant for one another, Larissa. Shapeshifters-”

“I don’t care if I am a shapeshifter!” Larissa’s eyes were wild. The volume of her voice shocked her parents and even herself. Quickly, Larissa turned from her father to collect her purse from the hall tree, “I need to go find her.”

“Lari-” Christine started once again, but she realized no one was listening to her. Stephen had begun his own quiet conversation with Larissa, telling her that he would drive her to the train station and if all else fails, he would take her to London. Christine was left alone. The two of them didn’t utter another word for her as the new mission of finding you was far more important than listening to her.

You felt her body shake as her words trailed off. The thought of losing you all over again was too raw and too painful for Larissa to want to experience all over again. You needed to commend Larissa for her unwavering faith in you, but you were then reminded of your own failures, “You never doubted me, yet I believed your mother’s lies. That’s… unforgivable.”

Your words broke Larissa’s heart. She wanted both of you to stop tearing yourself down for the miscommunications you had been experiencing, “Fern, I failed to talk to you. I was so scared you wouldn’t believe me. Please do not find yourself to blame.”

“Larissa…”

Her hand moved up to the back of your head, holding her to you, “Can we both agree that we both have made many mistakes? And that we will do better? I can’t have you blaming yourself for all of this any longer.”

You bit your lip, wanting to argue with her that you were to blame for everything. The thought of it all sent you into the most sudden of ruminations, causing you to spiral and think about all the ways you have failed her in the past, how you will continue in the future, and how you weren’t good enough for her. You began crying once more at how quickly you hurt your own feelings. Larissa heard your sniffles and you felt her grip around you tighten, “Oh, honey… I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to help you love you the way I do.”

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“She’s the bad guy. Look at her. Look at the way she is staring at him.” Larissa pointed at the television screen with her pizza slice, mouth full. You had been taking the entire day to yourselves, refusing to leave one another’s comforting embrace. Currently, Larissa was seated criss-cross on the bed with you seated in her lap. She was leaned up against the headboard and you were leaning into her, a box with a pizza on your lap.

“No, no, no. That’s what the movie wants you to think. It’s his best friend. He’s the bad guy.” You mainly wanted to play devil's advocate with her. You couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of normalcy for you. The conversation seemed so easy and normal. You were reminded of how well you complimented one another and you felt ridiculous that you could have ever doubted her love for you.

“Mnm… No way.” Larissa spoke after she swallowed her bite, and hushed herself again with more food when she was done speaking. She pulled a free hand around your middle and came to rest her head on your shoulder as she continued watching the movie.

Silence befell the two of you once more. The whole day had been filled with comfort foods, kissing, and caressing. Larissa claimed that ‘indulgence’ was the word of the day right before she spent an hour with her face between your legs. Both of you had been so liberal with words of affirmation and adoration.

Wherever one of you went, the other seemed to follow. You had gone to take a shower and minutes after you stepped in, Larissa followed in behind you. Deep down, you knew the clingy behavior would subside, but for the next few hours you would continue to live by the word of the day: ‘indulgence’.

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