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daydream-cement · 2 years ago

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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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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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daydream-cement · 2 years ago

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Violet and Rose Ch. 26

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Rowan looked the shapeshifter up and down, a smirk growing on her face. Larissa had come to visit her in her private quarters and wasn’t shocked by the secrecy of Rowan opening the door only a quarter of the way and standing in the open space so Larissa couldn’t pass by. Larissa knew what she saw last night in the courtyard. Marilyn was in that room with her, Larissa knew it.

“Where is she?” Larissa was trying to hide her anger. It had taken a lot of bravery for her to actually climb the stairs and confront Rowan like this, knowing that the woman who tried killing her twice was behind the door. She wasn’t here for herself though, Larissa was there for Fern and her future children.

“Fern isn’t here if that’s what you’re asking.” Rowan noticed Larissa’s serious expression and found herself reflecting the same energy. Regardless of what power Larissa felt like she held at Nevermore, Rowan was never one to be intimidated.

“Not Fern. Where is Marilyn?” Larissa knew she had won when Rowan’s eyes widened for a moment, shocked that Larissa knew the truth. A smile twitched at Larissa’s lip, but faded quickly. Now was not the time for pride. There was a murderer staying on campus who had the ability and wherewithal to kill every last student and faculty member.

Rowan’s expression turned stony and her back straightened. She was searching for the right words to explain herself or even gaslight her way out of the situation. The shapeshifter and the vampire stared at one another in a battle for dominance. Who was going to cave first?

The answer was neither. The next voice came from inside Rowan’s living room. Marilyn knew to stay quiet when people were at the door, but once she heard Larissa there, she knew it was futile to hide any longer. Rowan had been telling Marilyn how stressed Larissa was with Fern’s pregnancy and the pregnancy was all Rowan seemed to talk about these days as well. Marilyn didn’t want to be another burden on the list, “Let’s her in, Ro. There is no point hiding.”

From the point in which Rowan allowed Larissa into the apartment, there was a rollercoaster of emotions on display. Larissa started yelling first, going on and on about the betrayal to not only herself, but to Fern as well. For a short while, Larissa cried while Rowan held her. Rowan was the one who had been there for Larissa when Fern died and now she was finding out that Rowan had been going home to Marilyn in the evenings. All those calls Rowan took in the UK was her talking on the phone with Marilyn. Everything felt so clear now.

There were so many lies making their way to the surface.

Larissa was wary of Marilyn’s presence, even though she remained seated on the couch with her hands gripping Rowan’s hand. Marilyn remained quiet and didn’t interject herself into the conversation. All of which impressed Larissa to a certain degree, but one positive interaction wasn’t going to make up for the trauma Larissa endured.

“She will be beside herself, Rowan! She trusted you! We both trusted you!” Larissa had been repeating variations of this statement, over and over again. She paced back and forth before the two vampires, hands gesturing wildly as she did.

“I’m sorry, Larissa, but I fell in love with her. There was nothing I could do.” Rowan shook her head, shifting closer to Marilyn, almost taking a protective stance.

“You fell in love with the woman who tried murdering us?”

“I fell in love with her long before she tried killing any of us.”

Both Larissa and Rowan pause, thinking about the words of the other woman. Larissa straightened her jacket, reminding herself of her position within the school, “Rowan, you have to leave. I’m not firing you, but you can’t live here with her. If the board were to find out... I’m not willing to risk my career for you.”

Rowan took a deep breath. She wanted to be angry, but she knew she was in the wrong, “Okay. I’ll find residency for us elsewhere.”

“And you need to tell Fern. Tell her by Friday or I will tell her myself. I have already lied to her for far too long about this and I won’t jeopardize my future with the woman I love.” Larissa truly didn’t want to tell Fern anything about Rowan’s affair. She didn’t have enough information to field all of the questions Fern would have. Personally, she would rather be the shoulder to cry on.

“Larissa, that’s only two days. Can’t I-”

“No. Tell her by Friday or when she comes home from work... I’ll tell her myself.” Larissa raised her chin high and turned to leave. She had stayed far too long and she didn’t need Fern noticing her extended absence.

“Larissa, please. She’ll never speak to me again. You have to-” Rowan’s words fell on deaf ears as Larissa pulled open the front door and slammed it behind herself, cutting off the rest of Rowan’s plea.

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Larissa spent the walk back to your quarters steadying herself. She didn’t need you to know how shaken she was by confronting Rowan and coming face to face with your attempted murderer. Rather than thinking about the secrets she was keeping from you, Larissa chose to redirect her thoughts to the idea of house hunting and preparing for the babies.

When she pushed open the front door, you were sitting in the living room with a pillow in your lap that propped up your laptop. You were busy looking through the rough drafts of project proposals from your advanced botany students. When the front door opened, you leaned your head back against the back of the couch to look at Larissa. She looked preoccupied and tired, work must have been exhausting for her today. As she always did if you were sitting on the couch when she arrived home, she approached the back of the couch, placed a hand under your chin to hold you in place, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, nose, then lips.

“Hi, baby.” Larissa pulled away with a soft sigh, her hands remaining on your cheek, “How was your day?”

“Better now that you’re here.” These were the same words and interactions you had each day she came home from work. She would greet you, ask you how your day was, and you would always tell her it was better because of her presence, “Sit with me?”

“Let me change and then I would love to sit with you.” Her hand left your face, making you pout. You hoped she wouldn’t take long as you wanted her snuggled into your side for an evening of sleepy tv watching. She made her way back to the kitchen, “Fern!”

“Dinner is keeping warm in the oven!” You yell back, knowing exactly what she was enquiring about. You decide to finish through the last of the rough drafts on your computer. There were only Enid and Wednesday’s left to look over and having it done for tomorrow would be a godsend for tomorrow’s class.

Larissa returned to the living room wearing joggers and a t-shirt with dinner in hand, her hair flowing over her shoulders. You worked and she ate in silence, both of you finishing your tasks around the same time. From the moment you set your laptop down and Larissa deposited her bowl on the nearby table, Larissa moved to lay across the couch, her head resting on your empty pillow.

“Tell me about your day.” You look down into her face, admiring the beautiful features looking back up at you.

“Well there was a budget meeting this morning, I had teacher evaluations of the math department throughout the late-morning-early-afternoon.” As Larissa spoke, your fingertips danced over forehead, traced the sides of her face, and dipped down her jawline. Even though she spoke about the dullness of meetings, there was a smile gracing her lips as she enjoyed your touch, “Something has to be done about Dr. Ansol’s classroom management... It’s atrocious. During the late afternoon, I answered emails and completed less notable tasks. Nothing interesting I’m afraid.”

“Dr. Ansol has always had a problem with classroom management, but I don’t know how you can maintain interest with classes like calculus. I was never gifted in mathematics like she is.” You give a light shrug, not as worried about her performance as Larissa was. Your fingers tangle and wind into Larissa’s long locks, combing out some of the odd shaped curls that form due to her hairstyle, “Have another math teacher mentor her or something.”

“Fern, she is a fifth year teacher. She shouldn’t need a mentor anymore.” Larissa already has some type of plan in mind for how to deal with Dr. Ansol and her classroom management, but you knew she wasn’t going to tell you. There was only so much she would share with you about your peers in the name of professionalism.

“You will figure it out. You always do.” You reach a knot in Larissa’s hair, making her wince. You apologize quickly and try to gently work through the tangle, starting with what happened during your day, “Great news, my intro students are absolutely bonkers. This new class of students has so many werewolves and they seem more interested in horseplay than understanding plant anatomy.”

“How were you feeling today?”

You knew she was referring to your progressing pregnancy. The rate in which the twins were growing, the pregnancy was more than noticeable. At 19 weeks, you would have an appointment soon to determine the gender of the babies. You answer with a shrug, “Just a little tired on my feet. There is nothing to worry about.”

“You would tell me if something was wrong.” Larissa’s gaze met yours, there was no lying to her.

“Of course... just as you would tell me if something was wrong.” You hadn’t meant anything by your words, but the way Larissa looked away gave away her guilt. When she turned her face away, you addressed her once again, “Larissa...”

“Hmm?” You heard her reply, followed by a sniffle. You bring a hand to her face and guide her to look at you once again, tears now filling her eyes. Concern floods your body and by the look on your face, Larissa knew that she would have to offer you an explanation for her tears, “I’m sorry... I just...”

“Riss..?”

Larissa looked away from you, searching for her words, and she met your eyes when she finally spoke, “I just... It’s all really stressful right now. With trying to find a new house, planning for the baby, work and... I know I shouldn’t complain-”

“Complain all you want. That’s what I’m here for. Perhaps you should let me take over house hunting?” You were fairly certain that this wouldn’t be an option as Larissa had her own list of requirements for the home you would inhabit together. Your only request for her was the presence of plenty of space for a garden.

“And let you do it all by yourself? Fern, you are doing more than enough-” Larissa was trying to stave off any additional tears, but as she thought about the partial truth she was telling you, it was hard to stop more from coming.

“Larissa, just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t do anything.” Your tone was more teasing than angry. You brought a hand to her cheek wiping away her tears with your fingertips, “At least let us do it together. You put far too much pressure on yourself.”

“Fern-”

“No. After everything that happened in England...” You pause to find the right words, your hand moving to grasp her face, lightly squeezing her face, “You and I are a team. No secrets. No going it alone. You and I are stuck together until our very last breath. Understand?”

Larissa nodded, a half-smile appearing on her lips. You speak again before she can offer any excuses, “Now give me a kiss and help me pick out a movie that we won’t watch.”

Larissa smirked knowing exactly what you were offering her. She pressed a chaste yet meaningful kiss to your lips, a hum percolating in the back of her throat.

A half hour later you were asleep with your head on Larissa’s lap. You assumed she had dozed off as well, but guilt that consumed Larissa kept her awake formulating plans for when you found out about her betrayal. Perhaps she would just beg for forgiveness. She could relay hundreds of excuses. Perhaps she could just cry and hope you felt sorry enough for her.

Larissa felt strongly that Rowan should be the one to deliver the news. It was the both between Rowan and you that was at stake and Larissa didn’t want to be at the center of it. For now she would have to put her faith in Rowan to be honest with you so as to not jeopardize the future she held so dear.

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daydream-cement · 2 years ago

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Violet and Rose Ch. 27

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: :(((

“Ro, I can’t stay and chat. Larissa has this whole dinner thing planned tonight. She has been acting so weird lately, so I assume she needs to tell me something.” You were packing up your work bag when Rowan came into your classroom, shutting the door behind herself. Tonight you didn’t have time for late night gossip or shenanigans.

“Sorry, Fern... This can’t wait.”

Rowan’s tone made you turn on your heels. She sounded impossibly sad and scared, like she was about to tell you terrible news, “What is it?”

Her hands took your shoulders, seating you back down in your desk chair. She almost looked as if she wanted to cry, “I should have- Fern, I should have told you sooner. You are going to hate me. I just- I needed to tell you before- I-”

“Tell me what, Ro?” You took her hands in yours, trying to offer her some type of comfort. What could she possibly have done that would make her hate you? She was always too honest, too loud, and too much, but those were the things you had always loved about her.

“Fern...” She held your hands tight, leaning against the edge of your desk. You could feel her hands trembling as she began tripping over her words, “That woman... that I’ve been seeing... She- I- You know how I’m so in love with her. I can’t live without her.”

“I know, Ro. I’ve never seen you happier, but why would I hate you for that..?” You squeezed her hands and moved your chair an inch closer, hoping that your gentle tone and gestures could make her feel better about whatever she was about to tell you.

“It just happened.. After everything that happened at Nevermore... I couldn’t stay away. I love her like you love Larissa. When she broke out of jail, I just- I didn’t know she would hurt you...” Rowan spoke quickly, words pouring out of her mouth before she could structure the sentences. She was hoping if she could get them all out then you could piece it together in your own gentle manner.

It clicked. You knew who she was talking about, but you didn’t want to believe it. You wanted to remain understanding and avoid jumping to conclusions, but you couldn’t hide the anger you felt if it was true, “Rowan... You- What are you telling me?”

“I’m in love with Marilyn. We have been together for months. Fern, she has gotten so much better. She has changed!” Rowan tried pulling your hands to herself, but you tore them away, pushing your chair back to stand. She remained leaning against the desk, your eyes level with one another. You felt your jaw clench and you attempted to control the anger you felt. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There was a part of you waiting for her to tell you she was joking. That this was all some horrible prank.

Rowan continued, not giving you time to speak. She sought to make you understand Marilyn and the relationship they had in the most condensed way possible, “She has been staying with me. I turned her into a vampire. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She is everything to me. I love-”

“She tried to kill me. She tortured me. She filled my body with so much poison it should have killed me ten times over. And then she hurt Larissa-” Your voice began raising in volume as you cut her off. You didn’t want to hear about Marilyn’s improvements or how much Rowan loved her. The pain and fear you endured at the hands of that woman should be more than enough for your friend to hate her like you did.

“I know! I know what she did!” Rowan met your anger with anger of her own. She didn’t need you to explain to her the evils of Marilyn. These were actions that plagued the vampire’s mind quite frequently. Ethical battles that she hadn’t yet laid to rest.

“Yet you love her?” You stare at her intently, wanting to hear Rowan admit to the horrible truth.

“Yes.”

Rage built in your chest. You wanted to scream and throw things. You wished Rowan Ali wasn’t your best friend. In response to her, you picked up your work bag and jacket, “Then I have nothing left to say to you.”

“Fern-” She started once more, her hand grasping at the handle of your bag.

You jerked your arm back, your words as swift and harsh as your action, “Get out of my classroom.”

“No.” Rowan stared at you indignantly, folding her arms in front of her chest and settling back down against your desk.

“No? You have no right to be near me, Larissa, or my future children. As long as you are with her, you are a danger to us all.” You wanted her to hurt. You wanted your words to cut deep. You wanted her to feel the same sting of betrayal that you were experiencing at this moment.

“Don’t say that. You are my best friend. We can-” Rowan attempted to reason with you, but you weren’t interested in hearing of it.

“We aren’t going to do anything. You are going to stay away from me and if I were you, I would get far away from Nevermore before Larissa can even find out. If she were to find out that you were harboring a killer, she would-” You began walking away from Rowan and you were halfway across the room when she cut you off with words that hurt more than her earlier omission.

“She knows.”

“She knows? When did she-”

You expected Rowan to throw Larissa under the bus out of spite, but she seemed to be protecting her instead, “She saw me with her when she was out on her balcony. Larissa saw us in the courtyard. She gave me until today to tell you or else she was going to tell you herself.”

“I-”

“Don’t be mad at Larissa.” You continued walking to your classroom door and held it open, glaring at your former best friend, “Get out.”

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You slammed the front door behind yourself, tears rushing down your cheeks now. The tears began flowing before you entered your home. You were furious with Rowan, disappointed in Larissa, and terrified of the thought that Marilyn had been living at Nevermore since she attempted to kill you. Larissa was waiting there for you, standing awkwardly and wringing her hands. She knew tonight would have been unpleasant for you, no matter who delivered the news.

No matter how frustrated you might have been with Larissa, she was the only person you wanted to hold you and comfort you in that moment. She met you with open arms, enveloping you into a tight hug, “W-why didn’t you t-tell me?”

Larissa bit her lip, wincing at the pain she might have brought you. When she spoke, the guilt and nervousness she felt was evident, “I thought it should come from her. It’s your friendship after all.”

“You aren’t supposed to keep secrets from me.” You pulled back from the hug, looking up into her eyes. In the end, you really weren’t all that mad with Larissa, everything she did was justified in a way, but you were so hurt and afraid that anyone was a target of your frustration.

“I-I’m sorry...” Larissa tugged you back into the hug which you returned with great fervor. You needed to be held and comforted.

When most of your tears subsided, and Lairssa felt your breathing evening out, she pulled you to the living room. She settled into an armchair and drew you into her lap, cradling you to her. The flurry of emotions subsided and you were filled with grief for the ending of your friendship, “I can’t believe this... She was my best friend. Why..? Why?”

“We do crazy things for love.” Larissa had been thinking about the situation endlessly and after speaking with Rowan, she held the smallest amount of sympathy for the vampire. Rowan had gone years without romantic love and even Larissa knew that love wasn’t always something you chose for yourself, but rather something you can fall into.

Your mind was running wild with the possibilities of potential scenarios. What if she was biding her time, waiting for the babies to be born? What if she was slowly poisoning Larissa? You voiced your concerns, “But Rowan loves us. That woman is probably plotting a way to hurt us again. What if she hurts the babies? What if she-”

Larissa’s voice cuts off your words, but you don’t feel absolutely comforted, “No, what ifs. I will figure out a way to make our home safer. No one is going to hurt you.”

You couldn’t help but add one more, this time with your voice whispering, “What if she tries to hurt you?”

“What is it you told me all those months ago? The words from that song? No grave will hold my body down... I’ll crawl home to you?” Larissa’s voice hadn’t wavered in her confidence that everything would be okay. She rocked you back and forth, her voice steadied your ruminating mind, “I will be right by your side.”

“Through thick and thin?”

“Through thick and thin.”

You begin to focus on your breathing, trying to ignore everything that has just happened. Larissa’s hand finds your cheek, fingers tracing circles and made up patterns. Your fingers play with the buttons at the top of Larissa’s dress, but your thoughts drifted from each interaction and moment with Rowan since you came to Nevermore. All this time. She had loved Marilyn all this time.

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After you settled down, Larissa made you eat some dinner and you both changed into comfy clothes. Now you had settled between Larissa’s legs on the couch, her arms wrapped around your middle so her hands could rest on your stomach. Under the blanket you shared, Larissa had pulled up your shirt so she could feel your growing belly under her fingertips.

There was one of your period drama shows on the tv playing, but you were lost in thoughts of your (ex) best friend while Larissa was busy thinking about the babies. Both of you were drawn into the here and now when the smallest of movements came from your stomach. Larissa and you both spoke in unison. “Did you feel that?”

Both of you sat in silence, waiting to feel any additional movement from the babies. Only two more kicks came and Larissa brought her lips to the side of your neck, her voice absolutely thrilled, “They will be strong little girls.”

“We don’t know if they are girls...” You turn your face to speak to her and Larissa takes the opportunity to press an additional kiss to your cheek. Rather than respond, you exhale deeply, relaxing into Larissa’s arms.

You turn your eyes back to the TV and watch the main character and her love interest stride around the garden. A small romantic scene begins where the characters are enraptured in the others' gaze.

“What kind of flower is that?” Larissa asked, her eyes obviously drawn to the large flowers that hid the characters from the prying gaze of others.

“Alcea rosea also known as althea rose, hollyhock, or rose mallow...” You offer in response, hands shifting down to rest atop of Larissa’s. The type of flower in the show was particularly beautiful and was the most vibrant shade of red, almost akin to the shade of Larissa’s lipstick.

“Althea Rose...” Larissa tasted the name on her lips. Her fingers spread wide and shifted to grasp your fingers between her own, “That would be a good name for a baby...”

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She tried texting and leaving notes for you, but after weeks of no responses, she gave up. Rowan even moved off campus, fulfilling her promise to Larissa that she would keep Marilyn away from the students. There were moments you had to stop yourself from texting or calling her. Talking to her had been a daily fact of life, but after everything that was done, how could you trust her again?

It would be months before you talk to Rowan again.

You needed her. It was an emergency.

Larissa was away on a work trip when your water broke. You were going into labor, four weeks too soon.

#larissa weems x oc #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday netflix #fanfic #fern rogers #ferissa #stately sequoia #cold dead heart #the cedars have eyes #violet and rose #gwendoline christie

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One shot request where Fern tries to get Larissa to drink water and Larissa is like “I’m drinking tea, close enough”

Making Tea

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: hHAHAH this was funny to write

"What is this?" Larissa frowned at the glass of water you handed her. She had been nonstop working for the past few hours and you hadn't seen her consume anything that would reassure you she was hydrated.

"Water." You nose crinkled and brows narrowed at the odd question.

"Oh, no." Larissa shook her head, standing from her desk and taking the cup back to the small kitchenette in the back corner of her office. You follow closely behind her, unsure of what the problem was.

Your jaw dropped as she dumped the water into an electric kettle and turned on the sink to add a little more water. She turned it on and waited for the water to boil. You couldn't help but question the odd behavior, "What are you doing?"

"I'm making tea." Her eyes narrowed at you, seemling confused with what she thought was a ridiculous question.

"And you couldn't just drink the water plain?"

"I'm drinking tea. Close enough." Larissa reached into a container of tea bags, plucking one from the mix and depositing it in the mug, readying it for when the water was ready.

Your mouth hung open in utter shock, but you just shook your head and walked away. This was certainly odd in your opinion, but it wasn't a hill to die on. At least she was drinking water in one form or another.

#larissa weems x oc #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #fanfic #stately sequoia #the cedars have eyes #oneshot #violet and rose #cold dead heart #larissa weems x fern rogers #ferissa #fern rogers

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okay quick idea for a oneshot between fern and larissa, maybe just a cute make out session? it doesn’t have to lead to anything, i just think it could be cute? here’s the idea i had but di whatever u like 🫶🏻:

so maybe its the poe cup and everyone is cheering and all but larissa catches fern looking at her and fern then signals larissa to follow her. they make it round the corner of the school where no one can see and larissa just ‘aggressively/passionately’ pushes fern against the wall and makes out, maybe hands wandering but nothing too much.

Poe Cup

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

This was one of Larissa’s favorite parts of her job. Your knew this well. Year after year you watched her introduce the Poe Cup and you never sickened of the sight. You knew her love for Nevermore ran deep so watching her stand before the student body to announce the start of the Poe Cup was truly a pleasure. The pure joy in which she introduced the competition and the grand flourish in which she held the gun over her head and pulled the trigger made your heart swell. She was all too adorable.

Larissa caught you staring. Everyone had been focused on cheering for the canoes as they pulled away from the docks, but you were too busy appreciating the view of the Headmistress. Your eyes met and both of your smirked at the other, know exactly what would happen next. You flick your head towards the large tent set up deeper into the woods away from the lakeshore.

For over a decade of Poe Cups, you had met behind the main tent during the chaos of the competition. Your first Poe Cup, she was the one who pulled you behind the tent, pressing her lips to yours in a hasty kiss before she had to be out on stage for the end of the competition. From then on, your tradition of kisses behind the main tent were a necessity.

Ducking through the crowd, you make around the backside of the main tent, leaning against one of the support poles as you waited for her. Moments later she arrived, a wide smile on her face as she was excited about continuing your tradition. You maintain your place leaning back against the metal pole as she approaches you. A gloved hand finds your cheek as her other hand wraps around your waist.

“Hi.” You whisper, her face hovering above yours.

“Hello.” She whispers in return, a pleased smile gracing her lips before leaning in to kiss you. Instead of your typically chaste kisses behind the tent, Larissa slips her tongue across your bottom lip. She was hungry for something more.

Whatever she wanted, you were happy to give. You shifted up on your tiptoes and wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. You mouth opened to receive her tongue and she hummed as her tongue battled with yours. The arm around your waist drifted lover and you felt her hand grope at your ass. You couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss. God, this woman bought you so much joy.

You heard the roar of the crowd building again and you pulled from the kiss. It felt like you had a few glasses of wine as your head was spinning from the kiss. Blinking her way back to reality, Larissa released you from her grasp, both of you chuckling from the smeared lipstick around the others mouth.

You pulled the handkerchief from Larissa’s jacket pocket and began wiping away the lipstick around her mouth, “We can’t have you looking a mess in front of all those students.”

“Thank you, dear.” Larissa mumbled, her eyes focused in on your face as you cleaned her up. Once you were done with her, you wiped your entire mouth a few times before tucking the handkerchief in your own pocket. She raised a hand, pushing a few of your stray hairs behind your ear, “See you at home?”

“Yes, I’m going to pick up the girls from school after I run to the greenhouse for a bit.” You nod quickly, your hands beginning to push her away, “Now, go. You have a Poe Cup to officiate.”

She closed her eyes and gave you an air kiss before turning and walking back to the lakeshore to finish up the events for the day. Later you could both pick up where you left off after your daughters went to bed.

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Violet and Rose Ch. 28

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Thank you all for coming on this journey with me. I love these two dorks so much and will always be thankful for the community and platform they led me to. I hope you all can enjoy the finale <3

This wasn’t how you planned it. Larissa was supposed to be here for this, but the next 24 hours were going to be hell without her.

The dull ache in your lower abdomen started around lunchtime, but you were sure it was just soreness. Larissa’s mother had spent a half hour detailing the woes of childbirth, leading you to the belief that you would simply wait to give birth for Larissa to return home from her work trip. You completely understood your irrational thought process, but you simply weren’t ready. Now, by the end of the school day, the dull ache had sharpened enough to make you hold your breath as they washed over you. From what the obstetrician told you, false labor wasn’t uncommon but these contractions were coming at regular intervals. These twins were coming whether you wanted it to happen or not.

The last of your students filed from the classroom when you pulled your phone from your desk drawer. There was a text from Larissa asking how your day was and instead of replying over text, you chose to call her.

She answered immediately, but her voice was hushed. She must have been in a meeting, “Is everything okay?”

“Define okay.” Your joke didn’t land with her. As your pregnancy progressed, Larissa always seemed to answer the phone with concern like you were calling with the worst news possible. When she doesn't respond to your quip, you reveal the news, “I think I’m going into labor.”

There was a pause on Larissa’s end, a door shut, and finally she spoke once more, “How far apart are the contractions?”

“Ten minutes or so... I stopped tracking the length. I was in class.” This was a small lie. They were about 7-8 minutes apart, but rounding up would put Larissa’s mind at ease. You knew to head to the hospital when they hit five minutes, “I have time, but not much.”

“You need to call my mom.” You could picture Larissa as she spoke. She was pacing already, her nondominant arm folded across her middle as her right held the phone against her ear. Larissa would be fretting until she was next to you once more, but she wouldn’t let you hear it in her voice.

“No. I can’t. Larissa she spent-” You cut your sentence short when a contraction tears through you. You choked down the groan of pain, not wanting Larissa to hear. Through deep breaths, you continue your thought, “She spent... all last night talking about... how miserable childbirth was... I don’t want her there. I want you.”

“Well, we don’t really have an option do we? Come on, Fern.” Larissa shook her head, knowing she couldn’t offer you the solution you so desperately wanted.

You think back on the past few days. Chris was more of a dragon queen than usual. There was a Facebook post about an impromptu class reunion and her mood had been bleak since reading about it, “You haven’t spent the last few days with her. She has been in this terrible mood since she found out about her class reunion.”

“Picture that and multiply it by eighteen years and you have my childhood. Now, call her. Call someone, anyone. You need to go to the hospital soon. I’m leaving now.” Larissa was entirely exasperated by your behavior. Her anxiety had been through the roof about you and your pregnancy for months, and it was just her luck that she would be out of town when you gave birth, “I need to get my things from the hotel and I’ll get home as quickly as I can. I can be there in a couple hours if I somehow find a flight, but otherwise I might not be there until late tonight.”

You knew it was wrong to whine, but all you wanted was her to be with you, “Larissa...”

“I know. I know, but it’s the best I can do.” Larissa’s fingers pinched the bridge of her nose. She was entirely helpless and she wanted to be with you as desperately as you wanted her. Nothing could ever go as planned for the two of you. Larissa’s next suggestion was possibly just as worse as Christine taking you to the hospital, “Call Rowan. She will take you.”

“I can’t-”

You begin to argue, but can’t get more than a couple words out before Larissa interrupts. Her tone was the same she used on stubborn, misbehaving students, “Don’t argue. You need to go to the hospital. Call Rowan and I’ll call my mother.”

“Larissa... I’m scared.” You wanted the impossible from her. In that moment, you wished she had teleportation powers rather than shapeshifting. Every cell in your being wanted to be irrational and stubborn, to sit in your desk chair until Larissa arrived home, but this wasn’t about you anymore. It was about the twins.

“I know. I am too, but we will get through this... together.”

“Okay... I love you.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

You battled yourself as you navigated to Rowan’s contact. It had been months since you last saw her let alone spoken to her. Larissa had been keeping her updated on the pregnancy without your knowledge as she believed there was still the opportunity for reconciliation between the two of you. The phone rings twice before Rowan answers and before she can get a word out, you begin speaking, “Rowan... Rowan, are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here. What do you want?” You expected her tone to be colder and twinged with anger and resentment, but Rowan only sounded dejected.

Rather than dwell on her sadness, you jump into your reason for calling before she has time to reject you all together. You didn’t intend for your voice to sound so fearful, but there was no hiding the panic rising within you, “I-I need someone to take me to the hospital. Larissa is gone.”

“I’ll be right there!” You could hear her rising from wherever she was sitting, immediately jumping into action to come to your aid. The familiar jingle of her keys came from her end of the phone and you couldn’t help but smile in relief, “Are you at school or at home?”

“My classroom.”

“Okay, I’m coming down right now. Don’t move.” Rowan urged as she passed through her front door. You heard it slam behind her right before she hung up. Rowan had sprinted down to your classroom, sliding across the tile floors as she turned corners. When Rowan arrived in your classroom, she didn’t mention the fight nor did she attempt to make idle small talk. Like nothing had happened at all, she offered docile words of encouragement and ignored the pain from your vice-like grip on her hand.

The contractions grew closer together and in some ways you were grateful for the pain as it meant you wouldn’t have to talk to Rowan. What were you supposed to say to your former best friend? She had chosen Marilyn over your friendship. You found there was nothing left to say. Regardless of how you held a grudge, Rowan drove you to the hospital, her right hand gripping yours as she drove. Time moved by in a blur because you were so focused on the increasing pain of contractions.

By the time you made your way in the sliding doors of the hospital, Chris was wildly yelling at the front desk attendant about letting her in to see her daughter-in-law, “I don’t care. I don’t care! I want to see her immediately.”

In typical Christine fashion, she hadn’t been listening to a word of what was being said to her. The woman at the front desk was trying to tell her there was no Fern Rogers currently admitted. Mid rampage, Chris turns and sees you, beginning a new argument to why they weren’t helping you. She was thoroughly unembarrassed by her ridiculous behavior, but you were grateful to have someone who would advocate for you.

Rowan helped you until Chris moved to your side, from there the vampire waited awkwardly. Once they were ready to take you back to your hospital room, Rowan shifted to come with you, but Chris’s protective glare had the vampire bid you farewell, “You are in good hands. I’ll see you when it's all said and done.”

There seemed to be so much going on between the increasing frequency of contractions, Chris’s insane behavior, and nurses speaking to you. You felt it was in your best interest to block out most of it and just think of the words coming from the medical professionals. The contractions were longer and harsher and you longed for the experience to be over.

Once in the hospital bed, Christine loomed at your side, gripping your hand harder than you held hers. You were happy to have her there for you, but you would kill to have Larissa or your own mother there in her place. She had made a promise to Larissa that she would watch over you and care for you in her absence. While she was entirely overbearing at some points, she was determined not to fail her daughter in keeping this promise while you gave birth. Her voice was filled with a sweetness you had never experienced from her before, “You are doing wonderfully. I’m so proud of you.”

There was so much going on around you. After all the personal research and discussion with your obstetrician, you felt as though you had forgotten everything you had prepared yourself for. Your eyes were closed when you heard your doctor speaking to you, “Okay, Fern... It’s time for you to start pushing.”

“No, no, no, I can’t. Larissa isn’t here.” You weren’t pleading with your doctor. Instead, you were looking up to Chris, hoping she would have the power to pause this moment until Larissa could be here.

Chris brought a hand to your cheek, wiping the hair from your face, “You don’t have a choice, dear. It’s time.”

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Chris was gone when you had awoken from your short nap causing you to furrow your brow at the absence of anyone’s company. Soon, you heard her voice clearly through the hallway, accompanied by the most relieving voice of all: Larissa.

“I missed it? I missed everything?” The heartbreak in Larissa’s voice was evident. She had come straight to the hospital, still in the same clothes she had been wearing when she spoke to you on the phone. While she would never make it known, Larissa was dead on her feet. From the day she left, she had only been able to sleep a couple hours each night, her insomnia derived from being apart from you and the anxiety of you giving birth.

“It’s okay. The girls are fine, Fern is fine. You’re here now.” Christine enveloped her daughter into a hug, her typical critical tone was completely absent. Larissa was shocked by her mother’s tenderness, but accepted the hug readily.

You couldn’t make out Larissa’s words, but her voice rang out with a soft sob, “She’ll never forgive me for being gone. What kind of mother am I?”

Chris gave Larissa a final squeeze, rubbing her back in effort to have her calm down. Rarely did Chris ever offer Larissa physical affection and this would be a moment for Larissa to remember forever. Christine spoke quietly, “A wonderful one. Now go in there and be with her.”

You were wide awake and watching the doorway to your hospital room when Larissa finally appeared in the doorway. Holding out a hand to her, you beckoned for her to come to your bedside, beginning to speak before she could apologize profusely, “Two healthy babies. They say Vi is having some trouble breathing but it’s nothing they haven’t seen before and Thea is strong as an ox.”

“And you?” Larissa took a seat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in hers. She pulled your hand to her lips and began pressing kisses to your fingers as her own form of silent apology. You looked her over, taking into account the winkles in her dress, fly aways in her typically perfect updo, and the absence of makeup on her face. You debated on urging her to go home and rest, but you knew that would be a fruitless argument.

“Tired.” You hum, grasping the fabric of her jacket in your free hand just to feel the fabric. Her absence over the past few days had been unbearable and you longed for her proximity. Larissa leaned in closer, resting her head on her shoulder to observe your current state.

Larissa released a breathy laugh, unable to help the tears in her eyes as she brushed some of the stray hairs from your forehead, “I bet.”

“I’m not mad at you. I promise.” You urge, wanting to premise this fact before Larissa could ruminate on it any longer. Giving her hand a squeeze, you begin to tease her a bit, just to lift the moment, “Just... don’t miss the big stuff like birthdays and Christmas.”

“I can do that.” Larissa laughed once more, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You had begun to regale Larissa with the story of Rowan picking you up, her mother verbally assaulting hospital workers, and promptly informing her you weren’t interested in giving birth ever again. Larissa wore a teary eyed smile through the entire story, partially due to the sadness of not being there through it and partially due to the humor of it all. The moment was broken up by a nurse entering the room with the tiny, swaddled Althea. Already having the opportunity to have held Thea, you nodded at Larissa to take the child from the nurse. Your heart ached because it felt so full. Watching Larissa hold little Althea was the one thing you needed in that moment. After all you had been through in the past twelve hours, that sight made it all worth it.

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“Oh, mom, they are absolutely beautiful.” You smile at your mother through Facetime, filling her in on the past day of having both the twins finally at home. While you were exhausted, you couldn’t stop smiling and neither could your mother. Their flight leaves later today for them to finally meet their grandbabies.

“Larissa and I spoke and Violet is the spitting image of you as a baby.” Diane chimed in. Minutes before the Facetime with your mother, Diane had just gotten off the phone with Larissa, calling her first so she could get a peek at what she was really interested in: the girls. You wouldn’t have been surprised if she had taken screenshots and already had those pictures printed for herself and all of the other relatives.

“Christine says neither of them look like Larissa, but Stephen says Althea looks like her. I don’t know who to believe.” Your words make your mother laugh. In the nicest way possible, the dysfunctional nature of Larissa’s family had always amused Diane as she was unable to understand why they all fought so much.

“Send me some baby pictures of Larissa and I’ll settle the debate.”

“Oh, I know you will, mom. Larissa told me-” A gentle rapping came from the doorway to Larissa and your bedroom pulled you from your conversation. You glance up to see Rowan, hands nervously shoved into her pockets as she bites at the inside of her cheek. Without glancing at your phone, you speak quickly to your mother, ending the call, “I’m sorry, ma. Rowan is here. I have to go. Love you!”

“Sounds good, honey. Love you! I’ll see you tonight.” Diane makes kissing noises at the phone before hanging up, leaving you and Rowan alone together.

Before she could get a word out, you speak first, “Ready to talk about it?”

She nods and you gesture for her to join you in bed. After the events at the hospital and ample time apart, you were ready to put this issue to rest. You wanted your best friend back.

Rowan sits at the end of the bed, knees to her chest as she leans back against the bedpost. Her eyes remained downcast as she spoke mournfully, “I shouldn’t have gone behind your back. After everything happened, I- I couldn’t tell you... I didn’t know how. And- It’s over... Me and her...”

“Are you really? Or will this be an on-again off-again thing?” You were skeptical of her relationship ending with Marilyn. After all, they had ‘ended things’ after she ended her reign of terror on Nevermore. While your relationship with Rowan had always been no bars held, it was difficult confronting her about this. Rowan had been through enough loss and heartbreak in her life and you weren’t interested in adding to the pile.

“It’s over. You, Larissa, the girls... You’ll never have to worry about being hurt.” Rowan wouldn’t look at you and you could see the glimmer of tears as they ran down her cheek. Whatever had happened between the two of them, you felt guilty you hadn’t been there for Rowan. Regardless of how she held secrets from you, she was still one of your most treasured friends. As she continued speaking, it was harder for her to hide the incoming wave of sobs that shook her chest, “I- I think I tried fixing her, but there was nothing I-I could fix.”

“Oh, Ro... C’mere..” You tried to hold back the tears as you watched her fall apart. The only thing you could offer was your open arms which she accepted immediately. Rowan fell into your arms, resting her face on your chest as she allowed the tears to fall onto your pajama shirt.

“I’m s-sorry.” Rowan croaked.

“It’s.. It’s nothing time can’t fix.” You stopped yourself from telling her ‘it’s okay’. None of what happened was okay. With mutual effort and time, there was no doubt in your mind your friendship could strengthen and grow past this breach of trust. Rowan was remorseful, that you knew. When her cries finally died down, you offered her a pick-me-up, “Would you like to meet the girls?”

“Really?” Rowan perked up a bit, brushing the tears from her face.

“Yes of course. They need to meet Auntie Ro.” You brush some of Rowan’s hair behind her ear and put on a kind, teasing tone, hoping it can bring her from her despair, “Chris and Larissa are with them right now.”

You walk with Rowan down the hall and push open the door to the girl’s room. Chris sat in a rocking chair with Violet bound in her arms while Larissa paced back and forth holding Althea. Each time you observed Larissa with one of the girls, you felt as though you could die from the overwhelming amount of love within you. It wasn’t hard convincing Chris to hand over Violet to Rowan as she claimed she was plagued with ‘mom arm’ from holding her for too long. Once Rowan took a seat with the child, she was completely enamored.

“I love her. I’ve never loved something more. Besides this one right here of course. Oh, we are going to get into so much mischief, you girls and I.” The vampire cooed to Violet and gestured to Althea who rested in Larissa’s grasp. Rowan had never been a fan of young children, especially babies, but the way she cradled Violet let you know she had changed her opinion. She reached a finger to stroke the baby’s cheek, her gaze never leaving the infant's face.

Larissa was happy to have Rowan there, but she immediately reverted into Momma Bear mode at the thought of any troublesome activities with her children at any stage of their lives, “No mischief. I don’t need either of them getting hurt.”

“Oh, scraped knees and bruises build character... and make good stories.” Chris chimed, folding her arms over her chest and leaning back into her chair.

“Mother! Really? You of all people~” As Larissa laid into her mother, you tuned the both of them out, opting for nostalgic thoughts instead. As Chris started in on her own scolding of her daughter, Larissa shot you a look of annoyance that faded when she saw the adoration on your face. In this moment, you had it all. You raised your brows at her and offered a smile which she couldn’t help but return. A wonderful partner, your best friend back, lovely little twins. After all of the chaos and heartache from the past two years, it was finally time to settle down with your loved ones and live the life you deserved.

EVERYONE IS HAPPY. THE END. SUCK IT. GOODNIGHT.

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Hi, I was thinking about a Larissa x Fern fic where Larissa is trying to surprise Fern with a romantic dinner but, during the process, she accidentally sets one of Fern's favorite plants on fire. At first she tries to save the plant but when she realizes there's nothing she can do she decides to hide it. When Fern gets home she's like "Have you seen *plant's name*?" (Idk why but I think she would name her plants) and at this point Larissa has to confess what happened. (A fluff ending please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Mistakes Happen

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: This is such a fun idea! Thank you anon!

Finals week was stressing out everyone at Nevermore. You specifically were regretting the size of the projects you had assigned your students, regardless of how much you knew the students enjoyed it. It was an incredible amount of work to be graded. Three nights you had come home incredibly late which Larissa found to be strange as that was typically her MO.

Larissa had attempted to make you dinner while working on her report to the board of directors. More so, she forgot about making you dinner while working on a report for the board of directors.

Next thing she knew, the pan was on fire. Quickly the shapeshifter pulled it from the stove, dropping it in the sink. Before she could turn on the water to extinguish the fire, she remembered the fact that water is the last thing she should put on a grease fire. While she searched for a fine extinguisher or baking soda from under the sink to put out the flames, she hadn't noticed the way the fire licked at the sweeping tendrils of one of your plants.

It was only after the fire was put out that Larissa had noticed the charred remains of your hanging plant. Abandoning the mess in the sink, Larissa pulled the plant from the window with the intent to help the poor thing, but she soon realized she had absolutely no clue what to do. With a shaky breath, Larissa tried to gather herself.

She tucked the fire extinguisher and dead plant under the sink and began cleaning up the remains of the absolute mess she had made.

You noticed something smelled off as soon as you entered the home. Immediately you knew Larissa was trying to cook for you which brought a pained smile to your face, "What's going on in here?" You ask, turning the corner into the kitchen, eyes landing on your girlfriend.

"Nothing. I- I tried cooking dinner, but I seemed to have forgotten... Uhm, take out for dinner? Is take out for dinner okay?" Larissa wouldn't look at you as she shifted about the kitchen, instead she continued to put away the dishes from the dishwasher.

You laughed and took a step closer to her, pulling a glass baking dish from the wash before Larissa could, gripping it tightly so she would have to pause before taking it from you, "Yes, of course it is. What's the matter?"

"Everything is fine. Are you okay?" Larissa questioned you in return, her gaze not meeting yours as she took the dish from you and tucked it away above the fridge.

"I'm just fine. Why are you acting s-" You shook your head, not willing to give up on questioning Larissa's funny behavior quite yet. Beginning to look around the kitchen, you attempt to figure out what had upset her so. Your eyes sweep past the window sill, recognizing the significant lack of green, "Where's the philodendron?"

"The what?" Larissa hummed in response, pretending not to notice the absence of your houseplant.

"The heartleaf philodendron. The vine-y plant that sits here."

"Didn't you take that to work?"

"No. It sits right here in the South-facing window just like he likes." You turn to Larissa and fold your arms, blocking Larissa's path to the dishwasher, "Where is it, Larissa?"

"It was an accident... I swear." The platinum blonde opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling the charred plant for you to see. At the sight of the burnt little leaves that were once so dark green and glossy, you steady yourself with a deep breath. You had always taken pride in not using your powers to care for your interior plants. They stayed alive out of pure horticultural skill.

With a quiet nod, you move over the sink and begin tearing the dead leaves from the plant, dropping them in the sink as you worked. Larissa approached you from behind, arms wrapping around your middle as she offered you a steady flow of apologies.

With all of the dead leaves gone, you turn on the faucet, allowing some water to flow into the pot. You took a deep breath and cupped the flower pot in your hands, fresh green shoots beginning to flow from the soil and seconds later the plant was a similar density and length that it was prior.

You place the plant back on the sill and turn in Larissa's arms, eyes gazing into hers with a stern intensity, "Rissa, now, next time... Tell me if you almost kill one of my plants. There is a good chance that it actually isn't fully dead."

She nodded, still feeling incredibly guilty for almost killing one of your favorite plants, "Okay..."

"Give me a kiss and then apologize to the philodendron. He isn't happy with you for setting him on fire." You place a hand at the back of Larissa's neck, guiding her down to seal the ordeal with a kiss.

Keeping you in her arms, Larissa squeezes you a little tighter, pressing you against the counter as she looks over the top of you, "So sorry, Mr. Philodendron. Won't happen again."

"He forgives you. Now what do you want for dinner? I think we should get Indian food." You push you way from Larissa's arms, heading towards the bedroom to change your clothes. When you returned, both of you could figure out dinner and snuggle up on the couch when all was said and done.

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