#larrissa weems

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Nightmares and Nosebleeds

Pairings: Weems x student!Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 3.3K

Summary: you have been having trouble sleeping and weems helps you get some much-needed rest.

TW: mentions of past abuse, mentions of childhood trauma, nightmares, blood, exhaustion, crying

A/n A fluffy fic for all my traumatised beans who need some motherly weems comfort. You are loved <3

Exhaustion seemed to settle in between the cracks of your mask.

It was hard to pretend you were ok. As if all you wanted to do wasn’t to take a nap in the middle of class. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t sleep. Not here. Not in your dorm. Not anywhere.

Nightmares plagued all hours of your unconsciousness and you had done everything to fight off sleep for the better part of a week now. Sure, you had failed at times and succumbed to the much-needed rest. If you could even call it that. But after a lapse in sleep, you needed more. You craved sleep. But it was awful. You thrashed, mumbled things even screamed or yelled sometimes in your sleep. You would wake up damn with sweat and somehow more exhausted as it took an emotional toll as well as physical. Sleep was broken after you woke from each bad dream. Eventually you simply gave up.

It was around two am on a random Tuesday and after about an hour broken sleep, you woke up for the fifth time.

You sighed annoyed and threw off the sheets. Maybe if you went for a walk around the grounds, you may be exhausted enough for the subconscious to lack the energy to cook up more horrors.

Nobody should be awake at this hour anyway. Anyone who would have been sneaking out would have tried already and been caught. You threw on a hoodie over your PJs not bothering to change.

Slipping out of your single dorm you trudged through the halls. You walked through the quad and eventually found the room you had been looking for. Pulling the lock-pick from your pocket you slipped into the classroom.

It was the only one you ever broke into, and you only ever did it for one reason. The window. There was a window you could pry open and climb out to sit on the roof. It was your safe space.

You locked the door behind you and climbed through the sill. Folding your legs to your chest to curl up into a ball, you rested your head on your knees and wrapped your arms around them. The night was still, and the half-moon lit up the grounds.

You looked up at the stars and did your best to name as many constellations as you could. Which wasn’t many but it was more than the average person may know.

A single stray tear escaped, and you rubbed it away and you cursed yourself. If you began to cry you may never stop. It was a road you did not want to try.

Larissa had been sat in her office, nursing a glass of whisky and trying to get through the excessive amount of budget cuts from the school board.

After about three hours she had moved to her spot by rage window and gazed out at the stars.

Her window overlooked the grounds and she frowned at a lump on one of the roofs. Making sure it wasn’t some creature that could be a threat she grabbed her binoculars to take a closer look. She frowned at what she found.

As far as she knew all the students were asleep. Nobody should be up at this hour apart from her or the odd stray teacher. She sighed and donned her coat, knowing exactly which classroom it was she needed to go to.

She made her way down the halls until she stood outside the classroom in question. She pulled her keys from her pocket and fitted them into the lock. Turning the door handle and pushed the door gently it swung open.

The window was still wide and ajar, letting in a cool draft as she crossed the room. She was surprised you didn’t react to the sound of her heels. But she noted you seemed lost in thought. She stopped at the window taking a moment to observe you.

You were slouched and clearly fighting sleep. Your shoulders were slumped, and you looked ready to cry. You shook slightly from the cold, and she noted the lone tear track down your cheek.

She knew she was going to have to be gentle with you tonight as you were so lost in your own mind you still hadn’t clocked her presence.

“Ms L/n is there a reason you are out of bed at this hour?” She said her hands flying out to catch you by the arms as you startled and lost the hold on your knees.

After a second, she removed her hands from your arms, and you sniffed still looking at the stars. You brought a hand up to scrub at your cheek before glancing at her.

You looked exhausted. She made note that you must have been covering up the darkness that rested under your eyes with makeup, as it was far more prominent than she had ever seen in the halls.

“Come back inside you must be cold” she said gently, and you nodded, a faraway look on your face, as if you were only half here and heard her voice as though it was muffled by water.

You roll over onto your hands and knees and crawl like a baby back through the window. Once you were through, she offered you her hand to help you down from the table and you hesitated but took it. She sucked in a breath at the contact due to how cold you felt, and turned to close the window once you were down and inside.

“You're freezing.” She said sounding mildly peeved. You stood off to the side awkwardly as she turned around to face you now she had shut the window. You shifted your weight from foot to foot and avoided looking her in her eyes.

She carefully removed her coat and placed it around your shoulders, not in how you flinched slightly at the contact. The fabric was warm, and you pulled it closer around you.

“Thanks.” You mumbled and she nodded.

“That’s quite alright. Now please, come with me.” She said and turned to leave; you followed a half pace behind her. As you walked through the halls your face crumpled as you realised you were not setting out to return to your dorm. You hesitated but asked anyway.

“Um Ms weems where are we going?” You said softly and she turned to look at you.

“My office I don’t think you should be alone tonight.” She said with a very gentle look.

You were too exhausted to comprehend what that really meant and even more exhausted at the simple notion of arguing with her.

You gave a small nod, and she returned one of her own, and placed a gentle hand on your bicep to lead you back to her office.

Once she arrived, she let go of her grip and slid in the key and opened the door ushering you inside.

You stood awkwardly in the big room, unsure of what to do. Still wrapped in the principle’s coat.

“Come.” She said and waved you to the door at the back of her office.

You followed and you walked into what looked to be her privet quarters. You felt uneasy in her personal space.

“Ms Weems?” You asked.

“If you would rather sleep in my office, I cannot say it will be a very pleasant experience, and staff may enter at random and disturb you.” She said and you nodded still too tired to be thinking of any possible consequences.

She steered you by the shoulders to a large room which was ornately decorated in her personal style, and you clocked that this was her own bedroom.

“Ms Weems but you need to sleep too?” You said uneasy.

“I assure you darling and I quite well and good. I have some work to finish regardless. Plus, I am more concerned for you, than myself currently. Now I won’t press you to tell me what’s on your mind, but do know I am here, if you want to talk.” She said and you fought back tears. She laid a soft hand on you shoulder and looked into your eyes.

“I’m fine” you mumble softly.

She gives a noise halfway between a snort and a chuckle, an undignified noise to say the least. Her hand flew to cover her mouth before she regained her composure. Your cheeks heated slightly despite the cold.

“Not quite darling. Don’t lie to me. Take your time to speak about whats bothering you, but please don’t lie to me.” She said and moved behind you to take the coat from you.

“I’m sorry” you said softly and let her remove your arms from her large coat.

“No need for apologies darling, it’s quite alright “ she said.

“Thank you” you said barely audible, and it was likely that if she weren’t a shape shifter, she would have missed the sound altogether.

“You're welcome now get some sleep” she said moving over to guide you into the bed and tuck the sheets around you.

“Goodnight Ms Weems.” You said.

“Goodnight darling. Now hush, no more chatter. I’ll be in the next room if you need me. Don’t hesitate to shout.” She said halfway to the door already.

You nod despite her turned back and rolled over away from the door.

She turned back at the light switch to smile at you as she turned out the light.

The door was half shut when she heard you speak again.

“Ms Weems?” You voice sounded small and hesitant. She stopped and looked back. You had half rolled over to look at her over your own shoulder but made no move to speak again. After a beat of silence, the principle spoke.

“Yes darling?” She said, ever patient.

“I just thought you should know I make a lot of noise in my sleep… nightmares.” You explained.

She softened.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be sure to leave to door open so I can check on you if anything’s wrong in the night.” She said and you felt the redness flood your cheeks again at her kindness. A kindness you were unused to.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Hush now. Sleep. For real this time.” And with that she left the door slightly ajar, and you failed to fight sleep any longer.

Weems returned to her office and sat back down at her desk. She made it habit to check on you whenever she could and after around an hour, she heard movement through the cracked doors.

She set down her pen, which had been signing documents and rolled her wrist to loosen the sore muscles before she stood to check on you once more.

Making her way into her room she peered in to see you tossing and turning and mumbling something with a concerned look on your face, eyebrows screw together to cause a crease in your brow. You almost looked like you were in pain, and it broke the woman’s heart to see you looking so distressed.

She made her way over to the bed and squeezed your arms lightly saying your name to try and wake you up. She hadn’t expected what came next, however.

You sat bolt upright, and your face connected with her chin. Luckily, she wasn’t injured as she had time to half turn away.

When she looked back at you your hands were cupped under your face and she noted in the low light a small dark trickle running from your nose down your top lip. You looked slightly dazed, and she watched in horror as the blood dripped into your fingers and spread through the creases in your palms.

“Come darling.” She said, throwing back the covers to lead you to her bathroom.

You startled again like you had back earlier on the roof, and she was glad none of the blood ended up on the sheets as you flinched. She supposed she could always get new sheets and your reaction was clearly an involuntary one at that.

“P-principle weems?” You said and she grew concerned as you seemed to scan the room disoriented before she watched the understanding flood into your features and your eyes seemed to stop scanning the room and settle on her.

“You're alright darling,” she said kindly “Now come with me. We need to deal with that blood.” She said with a nod towards your cupped hands.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, hands still under your chin as you stood. She guided you by your shoulders to the bathroom and gently let you hang your face above the sink as the red dripped onto the porcelain.

She frowned at your seemingly unbothered nature of the situation.

“Darling, if i may ask… does this happen often?” She asked gesturing to your face. You sighed.

“Im afraid so. I’ve always gotten nosebleed, especially as a kid. I never knew why; they were just always a feature in my life. It got me out of class a lot at my old school. I'd have about one every two weeks or something.” You said and weems frowned.

“I’ll be sure to add it to your file, should this or something similar happen again.”

“Oh, it will. If there’s one thing I can count on, it's my nose bleeding.” You said with a laugh. The principle, in turn, gave a half huff, failing to see the humour of the situation and mildly worried at how desensitised you seemed about it all.

You realised your nose hand stopped bleeding now and turned on the tap, guiding the water to clean the sink of your blood. Whist you did that, Weems turned around and grabbed a rag before turning back to you. She let you wash your hands clean before she gently took your cheek with her hand. You went to protest but she spoke before you did.

“Let me darling.” She said and you relaxed slightly, she brought the damp and slightly warm cloth to you face and began to gently clean the blood from your chin and top lip. Once she had finished, she ran the rag under water again and wrung it out before setting it on the edge of the bathtub to dry. She extended a hand to you.

“Come.” She said and you took it and silently followed her back out and into her office. She made the two of you some tea as you sat and watched.

When she returned with the two mugs you thanked her as she sat down opposite you. It was a comfortable silence, and you felt no pressure yet found yourself itching to tell her everything. She made note of your fidgeting but refrained from commenting. After a moment you sighed and stilled.

“I-it's just always there.” You said and paused, waiting to see if she would interrupt.

She simply nodded and took another sip of tea, not pressing but leaving you to continue if you wanted to.

“The nightmares. I had ��� a rough childhood.” You chuckled humourlessly. “I guess thats putting it nicely.”

You looked away and picked at the skin of your thumb and she made no move to stop you. You glanced at her and moved to sit on your hands. She frowned at the gesture.

“Sorry.” You spoke. “My mother hated when i fidgeted, she always told me to sit on my hands.” You said with a fragile smile and glossy eyes at the memory you seemed to be drawing on.

“I do not mind. If it soothes you, continue. But as long as it's not damaging.” She said, referencing the earlier action.

You nodded once but stayed sitting on your hands making no move to change your position. You sucked a breath and let out a slow sigh before continuing.

“My dad wasn’t very close with me. My mother and I were inseparable but that changed.” You paused for a beat.

“Im not sure why but the love was different, more sour, less pure. I lost out connection over time. They were … i don’t like to say abusive but i guess if the shoe fits.” You shrug.

“The nightmares are a mix of things. Them. My fears. My mind making up horrors that never happened. It's almost as if my body enjoys torturing me in their absence.” You said giving another dry laugh that made weems skin crawl.

“I just want to sleep. Im so tired. But the nightmares just leave me feeling worse.” You sighed and picked at the seams of your sleeve as your hands escaped their position under your thighs. You averted you gaze to the fire which crackled softly.

Weems sensed you were done and set down her tea on the coffee table.

“If you need someone to talk to.” She paused mulling over her words.

“Or if you just need somewhere to rest. If you need a hug or anything at all, even to vent; I’m here.” She said and you felt the tears congregate on your waterline.

You gave a nod and watery sniffle looking slowly over to her. She patted her lap.

“Come here darling.” She said and you threw yourself into her arms. Her embrace was strong and grounding. Just what you needed as you sobbed into the neckline of her dress.

She held you tight and for the first time in a long time you felt safe. You relished in the warmth of the feeling and soon were breathing softly and deeply, as you feel asleep in her arms, your face buried into her neck where the scent of her faded perfume was strongest.

Weems sat with you in her arms for the while looking into the dancing embers before gently laying you down on the sofa and covering you with a blanket to keep warm despite the ever-present heat of the fire.

Here she could keep an eye on you. Here you were safe. And she meant what she had said. And for the first time in months, you slept soundlessly under her watchful gaze as she worked at her desk, her mind never fully straying from your as you remained steadfast in her thoughts.

The night seemed to pass quickly, and she didn’t disturb you as the early hours of the morning came.

You clearly needed the sleep. She had already planned to excuse you from classes based of how well you had been sleeping now. It was still early morning, still before sunrise and still before the school awoke. And she had ample work left to do.

She was the only one awake on campus and she basked in the early morning silence of the school. This was her favourite time of day. When the world seemed to still and she could almost pretend it had stopped, just for a moment.

She cast her gazed back to your sleeping from and wrote a note to herself on a yellow post it to remind her to also retrieve breakfast for you as well when she went later.

Turning back to her work your soft snore made her heart swell. She loved all her students. But you, you held a safe spot in her heart that seemed to keep it warm with each beat. And she swore then and there to protect you with her dying breath. A student she loved with motherly compassion. As a teacher you saw as a mother.

MASTERLIST

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starting this sideblog by reposting one of my favourite edits: done ✅

i'll probably repost a few edits from my tiktok account alongside new ones

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Just a catissa drawing

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

How are you?

Gwendoline Christie x Fem!reader

Summary: two hearts still yearn for each other twenty years later (based off Tv by Billie Ellish)

Warnings: angst

"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏,𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘" I answered the phone softly, it had been almost twenty years since you had split from her but lately it was feeling worse and the guilt didn't help the fact you were still thinking of her even when you were married. Your children were all growing and yet you couldn't help but wonder if you would've had children with her, a family of your own, your hair and her gorgeous ocean eyes.

"𝑫𝒐𝒏,𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘" Gwen muttered as she put down her latest script it was always this specific date that was the hardest, was she still on your mind like you were on hers? she pondered.

"𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒗" you shrugged your husband off as he started kissing your neck "oh, yeah okay" he muttered and left, left you watching her and the way her body moved, the way her hands looked on screen.

"𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒗?" Gwen asked herself as she tried to find you only to find nothing and she couldn't ask your mother either, you had gone private with your life it seems. Her partner stood behind the closed doors, his brother on the phone telling him about his glum wife.

"𝑰,𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏" I called out, the children away for the holidays as I opened the sliding doors, slipping off the robe I was wearing before dipping my toes into the freezing water.

"𝑰,𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇" Gwen mumbled, angry tears sliding down her porcelain face, if only things had been different as she pulled out the hidden frame from her dresser, the two of you looked so happy as she held you on her back laughing wildly.

"𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏,𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆" you cried silently looking back inside as your husband grabbed his keys, the image of Gwen leaving your shared apartment stung. You were a singer before you met Gwen and she wanted to act, you had believed in her, and you knew she'd be a star all she needed to do was believe in herself.

"𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆" a bad habit Gwen had whenever anyone was mad at her but you were different and she knew it,  all the time you spent convincing her to eat, you weren't mad. Sometimes Gwen wondered if you were ever mad at her, her partner finally entered the room saying she'd finally meet his brother and his family

[paarthunaxx]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write about G!pLarissa and teacher!reader in which they get into an especially heated argument in Larissa's office and one thing leads to the other and they're all over each other. Basically angry sex on Larissa's desk and reader is very needy and sensitive and ofc Larissa is all into that

(bonus if there's mirror sex, we all know how many mirrors Larissa has in her office)

Thank you in advance

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IT MAKES ME CRAZY WHEN YOU ACT SO CRUEL — 18+

larissa weems x fem! reader

word count: 2.9k

status: completed

summary: You are a teacher at Nevermore Academy. After working late grading essays in Larissa’s office, she suggests you take a nap. When you wake up, an argument ensues and Larrissa takes her emotions out on you… but not particularly in a bad way.

tags: angst, smvt, girlpenis!larissa, angry sex, top larissa, mirror sex, slight degradation, slight humiliation, size difference, p in v, face fvcking, name slvt, name wh0re

note: thank u so much for the request anon 🥺 i hope u like it << 33

read on ao3!

The old record player set up in the corner of Larissa’s office quietly spins out the voice of Judy Garland, filling the otherwise quiet room with a sense of serenity.

You sit across from the headmistress with a pile of essays on your lap and a red pen in hand. As you leaf through the pages, you make little marks and corrections here and there with your brow furrowed in concentration.

Larissa leans over her desk and types away on her laptop. The sound brought about by the gentle touch of her fingertips against the keys makes it a struggle for you to stay awake. It provides a soothing ambience paired with the soft spin of the record player. Your head droops every few minutes and you have to shake off the sleepiness each time before going back to the papers.

“Feeling tired, there?” Larissa teases and gives your leg a nudge with the pointed toe of her high heeled shoe.

“A little,” You admit around a laugh and stretch your arms out above your head. “What time is it?”

She turns her attention back down to the screen of her laptop to check the time in the corner. “Just after eleven.”

“Christ.” An exhale escapes your lips in a soft puff and you shake your head. “I don’t think I ever got tired this early before taking up my position here.”

“Being surrounded by teenagers all day every day has a certain way of… sucking the life out of you,” She huffs out a soft laugh as her painted red lips turn up to reveal a pearly white smile. “It seems their youth drains ours.” Larissa regards you with a fond stare as your eyes begin drooping again, lifting a perfectly manicured hand to stifle another sound of amusement. “Why don’t you take a break, dear? Have a nap. You’re more than welcome to use the couch, and I’ll wake you in an hour.”

Your line of sight trails after her hand as it gestures to the red velvet couch positioned beneath a large mirror. The few times you’ve had the displeasure of sitting on it during your time teaching at Nevermore, it has been rigid and uncomfortable. It always left your ass aching and your thighs cramping. But in that moment, it might as well be the softest cloud you’ve ever laid eyes upon, so inviting and warm.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a spark of fear deep down that this might be some kind of test from Larissa to decide if you really are fit to be a teacher. However, as you study her sparkling blue eyes, you see only sincerity and concern shining in them. “Thank you,” You concede, ignoring your fears as you stand up from your chair. A groan escapes you as your joints make popping sounds in complaint at the sudden movement, your aching back being the loudest. “You sure you’ll wake me up in an hour?”

“Promise. Get some sleep,” Larissa hums absentmindedly and waves you off before turning her attention back to her laptop screen.

After another brief pause, you set the pile of essays down neatly on her desk and cross the room to the couch. You reach out and run your fingertips across the velvet, feeling the smooth material under your skin before giving in and sinking down on it. Larissa doesn’t glance in your direction again as you slip out of your shoes, set them neatly to the side and curl up in a little ball on the couch. It doesn’t take long before your eyes slip shut and you drift off.

Incoherent dreams flick through your mind like the channels of a television as you nap on the couch. After a while, your subconscious begins to grow suspicious that you have been asleep for too long. It feels like there should be an alarm ringing to wake you up, or something. You can’t quite remember. But you force your mind through the haze of sleep and make yourself wake up, anyway.

Blinking awake, you find yourself still curled up on the couch in Larissa’s office. It takes a second for your tired brain to orient itself and remember what you’re doing there. Your gaze flickers to the stack of essays on Larissa’s desk, and you groan softly when you’re reminded of how much you still have left to do.

“Hey,” You mumble and push yourself up into a sitting position, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. “Has it been an hour yet?”

You watch as Larissa glances down to the time displayed on her laptop and her whole body stiffens. “Um…”

“What?”

“It… Well, it has certainly been an hour.”

She avoids your eyes and shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her long fingers drumming nervously against the dark wood of her mahogany desk. Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, and you find yourself growing nervous as you watch her squirm.

“Larissa…” You begin calmly. “How long has it been?”

Larissa’s teeth sink into her ruby lower lip and she exhales through her nose before turning in her seat to face you. “Three hours.”

“Three hours?” You bolt up from the couch, almost tripping over your abandoned shoes in the process as you hurry over to her desk and scoop up the essays. “Larissa, I have to be up in three more hours, I don’t have time to get everything done!”

“Well,” Larissa scoffs and folds her arms across her chest. “Perhaps you should have thought of that. You should have been more prepared.”

You gape at her, your grip tightening around the red pen in your hand so tight it seems in danger of snapping in half and spraying ink everywhere. “You told me to nap! You promised you would wake me in an hour! I would have been able to get it done if you had!”

“Don’t blame your time management faults on me!” Larissa snaps. “The time simply slipped away from me, because I was busy working while you—”

“Don’t you dare!” You cut her off with a frustrated growl. “You promised!”

“And I apologise for that, but I was simply too busy to pay attention to—”

“Yeah. You’re always too busy to pay attention to anything, aren’t you?” You mutter before letting out an incredulous laugh.

Larissa’s gaze turns cold as she narrows her azure eyes at you. “What is that supposed to mean?” She forces out between gritted teeth.

“It means,” You pause to take a deep breath. “I have to sit in your office until one in the morning every single night just to get a sliver of your attention. For you to even notice I’m there. And I ask one thing of you, at your suggestion—”

“Is that what you’re pouting about?” Larissa curls her lip in a sneer as she stands from her chair slowly, towering over you as she rounds the desk to where you’re standing. “I don’t pay enough attention to you, hmm? The poor little baby isn’t getting enough attention?”

“Don’t call me a baby,” You warn, your hands clenching into fists by your sides.

“Then stop acting like one!” She raises her voice, practically snarling as she stares down at you. Looking at you like you’re merely a student she has to discipline. “Grow up! You don’t need my attention to survive, and I don’t have the time to constantly give it to you. If that upsets you, then get out of my office and go find someone else who can pander to you all hours of the day.”

You flinch a little at her words, but the hint of vulnerability only flashes across your face before the pure rage returns and you spit, “Fuck you.”

Larissa suddenly grabs your shoulders and shoves you against the desk. The papers of your essays fly everywhere, her large hands holding you in a vice grip. “Is that what you want to do? Fine,” She seethes.

“Huh—?” You start, but she immediately cuts you off and crashes her lips against yours. At first you can only let out a surprised squeak in response, but it barely takes a second before your resolve melts and you lean into it. You’re so fucking pathetic.

Her lips meet yours in what feels more like a battle than anything intimate or loving. Unable to control yourself, your hands roam over every inch of her you can reach, grabbing and squeezing at her soft body. She fights for control when you start kissing her back eagerly, her tongue slipping past the seam of your lips and exploring your mouth with urgency. You’re only just beginning to get into the kiss when she pulls away. One hand moves from your shoulder to sink into your hair, gripping at the strands and using them to yank your head back. The action elicits a sharp moan from you as she tugs your lower lip between her teeth and sucks before moving to attack your neck.

Larissa’s other hand keeps you pinned against the desk. When it starts exploring your body with rough squeezes, she uses her own body to keep you trapped in place instead. “Little desperate whore,” She huffs against your throat before sucking a large mark into the soft flesh. “Look at what you do to me.”

Before you can respond, she pulls back and spins you around, pressing your front into the desk and bending you over it. Her larger frame leans over you, caging you against the desk as she lets out soft pants into your ear. “Gonna sit there and whine if you don’t get enough attention, hmm?” She mocks, her hips grinding against your behind. You gasp at the feeling of something hard pressing into you, and immediately try to push back into it and get some friction. “Ah, ah,” She scolds, pulling your hair again. “Did I say you could move?”

“No,” You whisper, your mind going fuzzy with the inability to concentrate on anything. The feeling of her tugging your skirt up only makes that feeling grow tenfold, and you can hardly control your breath as it shakes with anticipation.

“You want this?” Larissa asks in a mutter, pausing just until you nod desperately. “Of course you do,” She snorts. “You little slut.”

She pushes your panties to the side and rubs two fingers over you, teasing your clit and sliding them between your folds. “You’re so wet already,” She laughs in your ear before leaning in to suck at the lobe. “So needy. So… Pathetic.” All you can do is nod in agreement and gasp at the sensation of her teasing you, her fingers circling your clit before pushing inside you. The little whines coming from you only make her laugh harder, the sound purely mocking as she spreads you open on her large fingers. Your hips begin to twitch with the need to push back on the digits, but you force yourself to stay still. You’ve already been told off for moving.

She fucks you on her fingers with fast, deep pumps for another minute before sliding the soaked digits out of you. She ignores your sounds of protest, gives a warning swat to your ass, and reaches back to start pulling her own pants open. You swallow hard and lick your dry lips, fighting a losing battle against the urge to glance back and peek at her. Before you can even look over your shoulder, you feel the head of her cock starting to press against your entrance, and squeak when she suddenly slams it inside you.

“Larissa—” You gasp, your head dropping down as you try to wrap your mind around the sudden fullness.

“Shhh,” She nips at your earlobe. With a tight grip on your waist, she pulls out halfway before shoving back in. Her little groans in your ear betray how it makes her feel, even as she tries to keep her composure.

Larissa’s body presses you further into the desk until her breasts are flush against your back and your own are squished against the wood. You can’t resist pushing back anymore, and this seems to set her off into a quick, brutal rhythm.

“Christ,” She moans, her hips slapping against your ass as she fucks you the way you deserve. “Fuck, that’s so good. You’re so tight.. So warm. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to give you attention?”

“Yes,” You gasp, resting your cheek against the cold wood of the desk and taking everything she gives you. “Yes. Gods, yes, this is what I wanted.”

“Then why didn’t you say that, hmm? Instead of pouting and throwing a fit like a child,” She punctuates those words with a harsh thrust, making you cry out as you melt in her hold.

“M’sorry,” You whimper, your hands desperately clawing at the desk for some support as she drags your body back into each hard snap of her hips.

“You’re not sorry at all, pet,” Larissa giggles, before continuing in a low, scolding purr right in your ear. “Don’t scratch up my desk. It was very expensive.”

Her cock plunges deep inside you with every sharp thrust, hitting that perfect spot over and over and over again. You can’t hold back anymore and allow yourself to meet her halfway each time, angling your hips to take her deeper.

“Desperate little thing,” Larissa laughs between panting moans. She pulls your hair to bring your face away from the desk while her other hand grips at your chin and turns your head to the side. “Look at yourself in the mirror, darling. Do you see how needy you look? So cute.”

The sight of yourself in the mirror brings about a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. You look completely wrecked. Your face is flushed and sweaty, your eyes rolling back a little each time she pushes her length deeper inside you. It looks as though your mind has completely broken and you’ve fallen apart, leaving you a whimpering mess in her hold. She, on the other hand, doesn’t have a single white hair out of place. She looks perfect and composed, as always.

“Poor thing, you look so fucked out already,” Larissa coos and slips her hand over your stomach, letting it trail down between your legs. Part of you wants to stare at where your bodies connect, but the larger part wins out and you squeeze your eyes shut out of humiliation. Larissa growls softly when she sees this and pinches your clit between her index and middle finger. “Eyes open, pet. I want you to watch yourself being pushed over the brink.”

Her warning words force your eyes to snap back open, no matter how embarrassing it feels.

“Good girl,” Larissa whispers and kisses affectionately at the back of her neck as her fingertips rub you quickly. The sensation of her fingers against your clit paired with her thrusting inside you shoves you into a climax almost instantly, and she lets out a delighted sound when she feels you clenching around her. She fucks into you like its her job, the feeling of you cumming on her cock sending her into a frenzy. She kisses and sucks at your neck, leaving you a mess of red lipstick and hickeys. Your body twitches hard as it tingles from head to toe, any remaining concentration leaving you completely as you whine and moan through your climax. Larissa’s fingers continue to work over you until your body relaxes and goes completely pliant against the desk.

“That’s my good girl…” She praises and kisses your neck one more time before pulling out of you. When you whine in protest at the sudden emptiness, she chuckles and shushes you, using her hand in your hair to force you down on your knees in front of her. “Let’s put that whiny little mouth to some use, hmm?” She whispers, waiting for you to part your lips before she shoves her cock down your throat. You choke at first, but when she pets your hair and waits patiently for you to catch your breath, you manage to relax and take her whole length.

Larissa only lasts a couple of thrusts down your throat before pulling back to spill onto your tongue with a series of soft moans. She strokes herself through it, coating your mouth in her release and laughing breathlessly as you swallow down every last drop.

“So good for me…” She praises when she’s spent, carding her fingers through your sweat-damp hair. “Come here, my sweetheart,” She helps you back to your feet and tugs you close, kissing your forehead.

You melt against her with a content sigh and loop your arms around her waist. Your body shakes from exertion as you snuggle into her chest, nuzzling your nose between her breasts.

“Happy now? Is that enough attention for you, darling, or do you need more?” She teases with a fond smile, encasing you in her long arms and keeping you close.

A mischievous little smile tugs at the corners of your lips and you whisper breathlessly, “...More.”

She tips her head back with a bright laugh, and shakes her head. “Cheeky little thing…” She hums and lets go of you before sinking down onto her knees. She lavishes a few kisses to your thighs, her lips creeping closer to your pussy as both hands rest on your ass, tugging you closer until you’re positioned right over her face.

“....Very well.”

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Time For Myself

> lady lesso x fem!reader x larissa weems

> requested? yes!

> content/warnings: R just needs time for herself but her girlfriends don't know that

> a/n: i got really weirded out at writing this at first but it kinda grew on me 🤷🏻‍♀️

request prompt: would you write Larissa x reader x Lesso?? Cause there's only one thing better than having a principle girlfriend, and it's having TWO principle/dean girlfriends jfbcjdbx

Teleporting to Nevermore and the School of Evil has always been easy with your powers. Sure, you could teleport anywhere at any time you would like, but that doesn't mean that it wouldn't take a toll on you.

So, deciding to leave your partners for a day, you went back to your village and treated yourself to a needed self-care day. Though the only flaw in your plan was that you didn't tell any of them where you would be going or why you decided not to answer letters or your phone for the day, leaving them on their own for a day certainly drove them mad.

With Lesso in another realm, her technology skills were still amiss, compared to Larissa, who could actually call you whenever she would like to. This led Lesso to feel quite useless in your relationship, noting that without you, her communication with Larissa would cease to exist. Thus making you the glue in your complex relationship.

“It’s a weekend, Clarissa! I assure you, my students know how to act normally and not kill anyone in their sight for two days!” Lesso shook the hold that Dovey had on her arm. She would need to travel now to arrive at Nevemore with the sun still out, or she would have to stay at an inn and possibly embarrass herself by paying with gold rather than the currency there.

“That is not what I’m concerned about, Leonora!” Dovey raised her hands in exasperation and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please, do not pretend to care about my being. I am simply going to visit my partners.” Lesso sighed as she brushed her coat. Once Lesso was sure that Dovey would stay quiet, she took the scissors out of her pocket and cut through the air. Casting her gaze one final time upon her counterpart, Lesso took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She stepped forward, her figure disappearing into the portal. As she vanished, the portal crackled and hissed before finally shrinking into nothingness.

Similarly to Lesso’s predicament, Larissa had taken it upon herself to finish her paperwork, pace back and forth within the confines of her office, and repeatedly dial your phone. “Come on! Answer!” Larissa snagged her glass of wine and chugged it in one sitting.

Biting her lips, Larissa groaned and caressed her face. What had she done for you to ignore her all day? Deciding to skim the calendar for missed events, Larrissa found no sign of any missed event that regarded your relationship. As time passed, Larissa sat down and sent multiple messages. Then a knock was heard at the door.

Frowning, Larissa had canceled all her appointments for the day due to the fact that searching for where you were was more important than a meeting with a parent about their child’s spectacular grades. Striding towards the door, she opened it quite harshly, making the person on the other side flinch.

Seeing the person outside her door, Larissa took a glance behind the person and pulled them inside. “Leonora! What are you doing here?”

Shrugging off her coat, Lesso pressed a kiss on Larissa’s cheek and asked, “Have you found her yet?” Returning the affection, Larissa sighed and shook her head.

“Not yet.”

Pursing her lips, Lesso dropped her exhausted body on the couch. “Did you try calling her?” Larissa gave Lesso an incredulous look and flicked the redhead’s forehead. “What do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

Lesso gave Larissa a look that said she didn’t know. As silence filled the room, Lesso took it as an opportunity to observe Larissa’s office. Every nook and cranny of the room had something that would remind Larissa of your relationship. The walls were full of dried flowers that Lesso would give you and Larissa before leaving her realm. The table in the middle had picture frames of their faces. One frame had been close to Lesso; it was the picture of you, her, and Larissa the night after she had invited you to one of Dovey’s balls. The fireplace mantel sported two figurines: a wooden fox and a glass daisy. It served as a memory of Leonora and you for Larissa whenever she felt lonely.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Lesso sat up and turned to Larissa. “Where does she live?” This had Larissa rack her brain and think of your interview with her for the position as the history teacher in Nevermore. "I-I don’t know.”

Growling, Lesso took Larissa’s shoulders and shook the lady. “Come on, think!” She snapped her fingers in front of the blonde. “What kind of outcast is she?”

Pushing Lesso’s hand away from her face, Larissa replied. “She’s a fairy!”

“And where do fairies live?”

Eyes widening, they stated simultaneously. “The Isle!”

But before they could stand up, a voice asked behind them, “And what is with the Isle?”

Turning around, Larissa took a step towards you and encased you in an embrace. “Where have you been?” Shaking her head, Lesso joined the embrace and kissed the top of your head. “We’ve been worried sick.”

Snuggling yourself deeper into the embrace, you inhaled their mixed scents and closed your eyes. “Mmm, I just needed time for myself.” As minutes went by, you opened your eyes and gave both of them a kiss on their lips. “I missed both of you, though.”

[marlmarlin]

Larrissa Weems (WEDNESDAY netflix)

😏 I attempt to make a new liner for this sketches but fail,

so you guy got to see my first rough sketch instead.

[pixelartparker]

would you do larrissa Weems from Wednesday?

I actually LOOOVE Wednesday! I decided to draw that scene where Larissa's eating a hamburger because it was really funny lmao.

I hope you like it :)

Suggestions, tips, and requests are welcome!!! I don't do any NSFW but I'll create for any fandom. Feel free to use this for something if you want. A like, reblog, or follow if you do would be appreciated!

~Parker

[daydream-cement]

hey, not sure if you’ve already done a fic like this but how about one where larissa is feeling a little down and unloveable and f!reader shows her she’s loved? some fluff and maybe a little smut?

Worship

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Authors Note: Not much on the smut front, but we are taking care of mommy!Larrissa.

"I just... I can't today... I don't know what's wrong with me." Larissa had her hands covering her face as she sat at her desk. You were sitting on her desk near her, listening to her open up about her day.

"Nothing is wrong with you." You bring a hand to her back, rubbing gently. Your touch makes her turn her desk chair so she can lay her face in your lap.

Larissa was quiet for a moment, enjoying being close to you, "I'm just not feeling like myself."

"And that is okay too. Believe it or not, you are just as human as everyone else."

"How dare you." Her voice was filled with false offense. She moves her chair even closer so she can wrap her arms around you and fully use your lap as a pillow.

You waited a moment to speak. Without permission, you began unpinning Larissa's hair, allowing it to fall free. Your fingers began playing with the waves, gently massaging her scalp, "Perhaps we need to be gentle with ourselves today. You don't have to be the most incredible headmistress every single day."

She only sighed as a response, knowing your works were true but not wanting to accept them. You didn’t know how badly she was hurting until her next words came with a sob, “Why do you even love me?”

You sat a moment, almost shocked she could ask such a question, “You’re tough and incredibly wise. You’re perceptive and a born leader. I love how deeply your care for the students. You’re so beautiful I worry it could send me into hysteria. I love you because you’re you. I wish you could love you that way too…”

Larissa cried and cried. You knew she had been listening, but her heart was just overwhelmed. You knew that once she stopped, she would be even more upset by the fact that her makeup was now ruined.

With a large shaky inhale, Larissa lifted herself from your lap, drying her eyes from a handkerchief from her pocket. You take her face in her hands and pull her to you for a kiss on the forehead, "Now, I think it's time we go home."

Larissa is still trying to steady her breathing when she nods in agreement to your statement. You follow the forehead kiss up with another and then another, kissing all over her face until you can feel the smile spreading across her lips. Little did she know that you had plenty of plans for her when you got home. Plans that were sure to make her feel like the most loved woman in the world.

[bunniebubbleswrites]

Hot Coco Kisses

Larissa Weems x F! Teacher! Reader A/N: This was so much fun to write and I had to stop myself from giggling in the middle of some of my classes! Warnings: Slight slow burn? Tooth-rotting fluff, kinda OOC Larissa Words: 1782

Outreach day, something that almost everyone looked forward to. Everyone except you. It was the one thing you did dread every year. All it did was bring back unwanted memories. You had managed to get out of it every year by saying you had papers that still needed grading or by feigning illness. This year neither of those was an option. Apparently, they didn’t have enough chaperons this year so it was just you, Larissa, and Marilyn. 

You stood next to Marilyn, as the Mayor’s voice rang through the air, you weren’t really listening to his speech. Something about normie and outcast relations blah blah blah. You just focused your eye’s on the building behind the Mayor and Larissa. 

The rush of students passing you and Marilyn forced you out of your daze, almost knocking you into Marilyn. 

“Oh my goodness! Marilyn, I am so sorry!” You profusely apologize to your colleague. 

“It’s okay, really (Y/N) it’s not that big of a deal.” Marilyn waved her hands in front of her brushing off what happened. “Are you okay though? You’ve seemed kind of out of it since we got here.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just there are some memories I can’t seem to let go of.” You let out a sigh as you spotted Larissa walking towards the both of you in her long gray coat. Her long legs carried her over to the both of you very quickly. 

You and Marilyn both turn to look at the tall woman that had her signature smile on her face. The three of you stood in a small circle; the silence un-nevering. 

“We should probably go and see how the kids are doing.” Marilyn’s voice made you jump just slightly. You nodded and smiled as you walked towards the students still standing on the main road. You ushered the small group towards their assignments and when you were sure everyone was where they needed to be you started towards The Weathervane. 

You entered the coffee shop, the small bell on the door signaling to the people behind the counter they had another customer. You went up to the counter surprised that there was no line. 

“Hey Tyler,” Tyler turned and looked at you and met your smile with his own. You had been close with his mother, that in-result led to you being around a lot when he was still little. “My usual, I’ll leave the money on the counter.” You took a 5 dollar bill out of your wallet and placed it on the counter. 

You walked over to a small booth second to the back, while putting your wallet away and putting it in the front pocket of your bag. You settled into the booth with your back facing the entrance.  You placed your bag next to you and pulled out your book. This was routine whenever you came into The Weathervane. 

You ordered a Hot Chocolate, you settled into the second booth to the back of the shop and read. Letting yourself get absorbed into your reading you didn’t notice the two teachers that had walked in. Tyler called out your name and your head shot up. 

You took your bookmark and placed it into the book where you had left off. You left your book on the table and walked over towards the counter, you grabbed the to-go cup. 

“Thanks Tyler.” You raised the cup of hot chocolate in your hands and nodded at him. You settled back into the both, sipping on the hot chocolate, burning your tongue just slightly with the first sip. You opened your book back up and let your mind wander. 

You heard someone sit down in front of you and you looked up from your book, a look of annoyance on your face until you saw Larrissa in front of you with a cup of hot chocolate. You smiled at her and tried to go back to your book. 

You tried to focus on the words on the page in front of you but you just couldn’t. All you could do was keep sneaking glances at the woman in front of you. 

“Principal Weems,” Larissa gasps as she looks up from the cup she was holding in her hands. You slipped your bookmark into your book and set it gently on the table; resting your hands over each other on top of the book. “ Well, it looks like another successful Outreach Day is upon us.” Larissa gave a slight chuckle towards the mayor. 

“And, uh… Thank you for your generous donation to my re-election campaign.” The mayor’s voice seemed to lower but he’s loud enough for Marliyn to hear him. 

“Consider it a token of our ongoing cooperation.” Larissa clicks her tongue and you look at her, your shock showing just slightly. Marliyn walks over towards the three of you.

“Apparently everyone is off to their assignments, and so far no incidents.” You've never been more thankful for Marliyn’s impeccable timing. 

“Mayor Walker, I’d like you to meet Marilyn Thornhill,” Larissa glanced over towards you “and (Y/N) (L/N).” She gestured towards Marilyn then you. Mayor Walker glanced at you and then at Marilyn, then he smiled. 

“In the spirit of outreach, Marilyn is Nevermore’s first normie teacher, and (Y/N) is one of newest teachers.” You smile up at him.

“Well, the pleasure is all mine.” He reaches his hand out and shakes my hand then Marilyn’s.

“Hey, have we, uh… Have we met before?” He turns his attention towards Marilyn, you tune out the rest of their conversation starting down at the cover of your book. You let yourself zone out and the sound of Larissa's voice made you jolt your head up.

“(/N)...(Y/N, are you alright.” She had one of her gloved hands over top of your hands that had been on top of your book. Your face flushed, when had Marilyn left? When did Mayor Walker leave? 

“Yes, I’m fine just a little out of it. Sorry.” You didn’t know why you apologized, it had just come out. 

“Why don’t we take a walk?” Larissa suggested kindly. Maybe some fresh air would do you some good. You nodded and slipped your book into your bag, you grabbed your hot chocolate and slid out of the booth,having Larissa mimicking your movements. 

You both walked out of The Weathervane, your right hand gripping the strap of the bag that hung off your shoulder. Once you reach the steps outside you take a deep breath in and let the cold air settle around you. Larissa puts a hand on your lower back urging you forward. 

You look over your shoulder up at her and are met with a nervous smile. You both move down the steps. 

“So, umm… we haven’t actually got to sit down and talk since I've been here. So I guess I’ll ask first, what’s been going on with you?” You finish off your hot chocolate and toss it into a trash can as you pass by it. 

“Well, nothing really. I’ve just been managing Nevermore.” Larissa responds to your question with the answer you were expecting. Silence falls over both of you as you walk. You go to speak up again but Larissa beats you to it.

“What about you? I mean what's been going on with you?” She seemed nervous when she said it. You giggled slightly at the fact. 

“Well, nothing too interesting. After graduation I went to college and now I’m here.” You smiled up at her as you let the words fall out of your mouth. 

As you both walked; you both started to bring up old memories. The good and the bad, some of them making you laugh so hard your face turns red.

“Remember that one time Claire begged me to switch Outreach Day assignments with her and she ended up with the espresso machine blowing up in her face.” The words left your mouth as you laughed and it made your heart soar to see Larissa laughing with you. 

Larissa then stopped and faced you, she looked nervous. Her face was almost as red as yours was but it seemed it was not for the same reason. 

“Larissa is everything alrigh-” She cut you off before you could get another word out.

“You're not dating anyone right?” She said out right, making your eyes go wide.

“N-no, why do you ask?” You stutter out, unsure of where this conversation was going. It had happened to many times before, being asked out and being embarrassed when they didn’t show up or showed up with someone else. 

Her face was flushed and so was yours, maybe it’s because you both had been through the same experiences in this department. You both looked at each other and you knew her question without her having to say anything. 

You took a step towards her and you reached your hands up to her face having to stand on your tippy-toes despite the heels you were wearing. 

You pulled her down, her red lips meeting yours. You weren’t sure what had prompted you to kiss her but you did.

She kisses you back, her arms wrapping around your waist. You didn’t know how long you had been like that, but it got intense enough that her tongue had slipped into your mouth. You could still taste the hot chocolate she had earlier. 

She pulled back first, her red lipstick was smudged and you no doubt had some on your lips as well. You both just stood on the sidewalk for a little bit, staring at each other. 

The sound of students cheering made you both pull back all too quickly. You stumbled over your own feet and Larissa caught you in her arms. You regain your balance, your hand on Larissa’s lower arms. Your students had just caught the both of you kissing, dear god. You don’t think you would ever live this down. 

Larissa shooed the students away, your face flushed and all you could do was stare down at your shoes and grip the handle of your bag so tightly your knuckles were turning white. Larissa walked over to you and took your hand from the handle of her bag. When you felt her gloved hand on yours, you relaxed just slightly.

“So, how about coffee Saturday?” You giggle out, looking up at her. Your hand still in her gloved one. 

“That would be lovely.” She responds back, giving you a truly happy smile. 

You both walk back to the town square hand in hand, but not before you fix her lipstick and wipe the rest off of your own lips.

[tanith-rhea]

hii! I wanna say first and foremost that im loving all of ur larissa/reader fics sm. I really liked the screw ur roommate one ;-; and i wanna give a prompt for a fic if ur up for it! So its like this...

Young larrissa, morticia, gomez and f!reader are at a secret nevermore nightshades party. They play spin the bottle/truth or dare and it starts off harmless till reader's dared to kiss who they think is the prettiest amongst all of them. Everyone thinks its morticia but oop its larrissa. After that, chaos ensues and maybe things get spicier? Light vandalism/skinny dipping mayhaps? Would be cute if there's a flashforward and Principle Weems looks back on that youthful night.

Truth or Dare

Thank you so goddamn much for this ask anon! I had so much fun writing it and I'm really excited about it. I think it's an excellent idea and loved every second of coming up with this! Hope you like it as I did writing it!

Word count: 2.3k

They've been drinking for a while now. You think, observing Morticia and Gomez eyeing each other. The party was dying down by now, and if it were up to you, you would already be in bed with the rest of the group, but Larissa was going back with Morticia and asked you to keep her company lest she'd be left alone with that disturbingly horny pair.

Morrison and Mccoy were still there as well, but Larissa would be alone to deal with them if you left, so you stayed. There probably wasn't something you wouldn't do for her, and sitting with her in the dock overseeing the lake to Raven Island, you weren't tempted to head back.

"This is getting boring," a sultry voice asserted a few meters back, "We should play a game."

It was Morticia, approaching with Gomez in one hand and a recently emptied bottle of cheap wine in the other; drinking wine at seventeen, The Nightshades were pretentious like that. It spoke of how biased you were that you thought Larissa was the only one who actually pulled it off, looking elegant and thoroughly decadent while drinking straight from the bottle.

"What do you suggest?" Larissa humoured her, making space between you to the others to sit in a circle on the wooden pier.

You wanted to be alone with her, in all honesty, but Morticia had a glint in her eye that piqued your curiosity and made you nervous altogether.

"How about verum aut consecutio?" she eyed the others; the boys had come up and sat as well, Mccoy between you and Larissa, Gomez beside you and Morticia "In turns, we all spin the bottle in the middle of the circle, and the person whose its neck points to is asked to make a confession about themselves, or face consequences" her smile was devilish, you were equal parts excited and terrified.

Maybe it was the alcohol — you were a terrible lightweight — but you liked the idea very much. Antagonism towards Morticia forgotten in the name of fun, you nodded with the others and prepared to start.

Since Morticia was the one to give the idea in the first place, she spun the bottle first. Round and round it went until it stopped, pointing at Larissa. Fuck, this could go horribly bad; but Morticia only seemed amused.

"Larissa..." she smiled, biting her lip "where are you ticklish?"

Oh, that was harmless, maybe this could be fun.

"You know where I'm ticklish" the comment made you uncomfortable and the fake annoyance on Rissa's face was like a slap, "I'm ticklish in my ribs" she arched a defiant brow, a side smile curling her lips.

You knew they were friends a while back, but you didn't know what happened for the easy jokes to turn into a passive-aggressive competition of wit. They were begrudging companions at best now, admiring each other but unable to voice it. You used to think it was sexual tension, but it made you hurt too much to even entertain the idea, so you decided to turn a blind eye.

The next person was Morrison, directly in front of you, and he asked Gomez what would his wishes for a genie be. Several rounds passed by, with some funny confessions and ridiculous consequences. Mccoy was dared to do a sexy crawl up to Gomez and Morticia to, impressively successfully, lick her own elbow.

It was Morrison again, everyone was in high spirits from having seen Gomez twerk for thirty seconds, and he spun the bottle. Until now, it had only fallen on you once and you asked for confession, telling everyone that you had a strawberry-shaped birthmark on the left side of your lower back. This time, you decided to choose consequence.

"Kiss the most attractive person in this circle" wait, what? No one had done something actually physical before. Did you have to? You probably didn't, but the temptation of having an excuse...

The thing was, you had the most embarrassing fancy on Larissa. She didn't correspond to your feelings, quite obviously not interested in anxious lesbians with no control over their lives. She was the most beautiful creature you ever laid eyes on, but not only that, she was kind and caring, compassionate but with a fiery side that could make you roll on the floor laughing or pant to catch your breath at how hot she could be.

You looked at everyone, you knew what they were expecting. The obvious choice was Morticia. It was a consensus that she was the most charming and sexy girl in the school and you were the gayest disaster to ever step on Nevermore's grounds, but you didn't agree with that. Gomez seemed tense and Mccoy seemed bored. Morrison seemed smug for getting himself the pretty sight of two girls kissing. You were just paralyzed with fear. What would she think? Would things be as they always were after it?

"C'mon, quit making us wait" Mccoy grumbled.

With a deep breath, you stood up to cross in front of him, hearing a sharp intake of breath from behind you and looking at a shocked Larissa on your front. You lowered yourself to one knee, foot planted beside her thigh. She was seated on her legs like a courteous little princess, her hands clasped together on her lap, shoulders tensely straight.

"May I have a kiss?" you whispered, looking for any signs she might want this as much as you did, fearing to find the opposite.

"Are you serious?" she seemed so unsure it hurt. You could only look solemnly at her.

She gave a curt nod, still quite incredulous. You couldn't read her, something you weren't used to. You leaned into her, closing the distance.

It was a bit awkward at first, her lips were partially parted and yours weren't, but soon you saved it by cupping her cheek and guiding her through a slow exploration of each other's mouths. She tasted wine-sweet with a hint of the peppermint tea you had before going out. Her lips were soft and lovely caressing yours with gradually increasing enthusiasm. You weren't in a hurry, you could do this forever easily, and if she wanted time to evolve it into something deeper you were happy to oblige. Her tongue teased out; you were already kissing open-mouthed, but the feeling of her tongue slipping between your lips and sucking yours to her made a satisfied groan escape your throat. Just as you were going to cup her neck with your other hand, fingers already ruining her hairdo, a coughing sound interrupted your thoughts.

You parted, face hot in embarrassment you had only seconds ago felt none of, to see the agitated expression on Morrison's face, Mccoy awkwardly trying to look the other way after staring dumbfounded and Morticia grinning slyly. Gomez didn't seem particularly fazed, and you wanted to hug him for it.

"Okaaay," Morrison cut in the silence "that was something..." he cut himself for a moment before blurting "your turn Larissa" and thrusting her the bottle like a hot potato.

The game deescalated after that. Everyone seemed to silently agree that you didn't need much more excitement that night. But after a while, Morticia grew bored, as she usually did, and suggested everyone should take off their clothes and have a midnight swim.

By then, the other boys were passed out on the grass by the boats. You and Larissa hadn't talked since the kiss and she seemed to avoid your gaze every time you looked at her. Which meant she was looking. You tried to fool yourself with hope but secretly hated that you were only paving the road to heartbreak. She didn't feel the same.

Morticia began taking off her dress and jumped graciously into the water, calling Gomez to join her. He did it without a preamble.

You eyed Larissa silently asking if she was alright with it. She finally looked at you and gave a short, tight smile, before taking off her shirt and skirt and lowering herself into the midnight-coloured water. You followed suit, leaving your clothes with hers.

Morticia started a fight of spilling water and soon the tension had gone again. You felt grateful to her for the first time that night. Larissa was laughing and Gomez was an absolute surprise, attacking everyone when they least expected.

It was very late, the moon halfway down the sky. You were all tired from swimming and cold for stopping the War of Water, and you were going to suggest leaving and going back to school when Morticia said:

"I think Gomez and I are going to head back, I'm feeling chilly and would like for someone to warm me" she blinked at him and started swimming away with him in her tow.

You were suddenly left with Larissa, and couldn't help but think Morticia was doing something. Scheming. Was there a reason for all of this? Did her smile mean something back at the game?

Larissa looked at you for a second, not joyful anymore but tense.

"I think we should go too. It is rather cold."

"Larissa-" you didn't know what you were going to say, where you were going with this, but you had to try, right? Things were already a mess, you could tell.

She stopped, her eyes looking at the surface of the water between you.

"I think we should talk about this" you drifted closer into her personal space.

"What's there to talk about?" she looked to the side, seeming very interested in the trees on the other side of the lake.

"About what happened... about us" you tried, carefully placing the pad of your fingers in her jaw to bring her eyes to yours, she let you.

"I don't know what you mean, it was just a game" she didn't look at your face, instead focused on the freckles on your shoulders, covered only by the straps of your baby pink bra.

"Then why won't you look me in the eyes?" you were starting to get annoyed, she looked at you so fast that it seemed as if she was scared; scared of giving something away, betraying how she felt "I know something is different. You didn't talk to me for this passed hour and you look like a dear in headlights every time I look at you."

She wasn't saying anything. Was she spearing your feelings? Was she avoiding you because she didn't want to give you the wrong impression? Was she... Jesus, was she uncomfortable with your proximity?

You floated back a bit, giving her room. You knew this would happen, you knew giving yourself hope was idiotic.

"If you think I'll act differently... I won't" you reassured her in a small voice "I'll be normal, I'll keep it under control just as I've ever done. I won't expect anything to change or for you to want me back. I can do it, Larissa, I'm used to it. Just don't... do what you're doing now, looking at me horrified like that. Are you okay?" her face was slowly contorting into something horrible, shocked and... disgusted? You felt yourself starting to cry. What have you done?

"Oh my god, is this too much? Should I have kept quiet? Fuck! I'm so sorry, Larissa, I am. Please don't be repulsed, please forget it!" now you were sobbing. She didn't feel the same, and she was repelled.

You didn't see anything, tears clouding your almost-shut eyes when you felt the water and her arms around you.

"Shh, love. Calm down" her voice was soft in your hair "I'm not repulsed by you, how could I?" she pitied you, of course.

Still, you weren't strong enough not to give in and bury your face in her. Her chest was hot against your cold face.

"I'm not repulsed by you, I'm surprised with you" she continued whispering "I am disgusted, but only with myself" she parted from you a bit, taking your face in her hand "I'm disgusted that I was such an idiot not to have realized."

Her kind smile is a searing knife to your buttery heart. You didn't have her love, you had her pity, which was almost as painful as a disgusted rejection. She felt sympathy for you.

"Fuck" you let it escape in a broken gasp "I can't look at you Larissa, don't give me that" you were starting to swim away, feeling humiliated when her hand caught your forearm.

"What? Don't give you what? I'm not understanding your signals y/n, in one minute you're confessing to me and the next you are rejecting my feelings?"

What the hell was she talking about?

"What fucking feelings, Larissa?! I don't want your fucking pity, I love you! I can deal with you rejecting me but I can't just stand by as you think oh poor y/n, so desperately in love with me, wish I could feel the same!" you screamed at her, but she wasn't listening, she was smiling; quite beautifully so. She had a smile that could light an entire city plastered on her face.

You were confused and angry and didn't see it coming but in a second you were looking at her and the second she was kissing you. Ferociously. She was smiling against your lips and her hands held your face firmly. You melted into her, giving up the second her lips collided with yours. Of course you would let her do whatever she wanted, even if you didn't understand a flying shit of what was happening.

When she parted from you, smile still in place, you struggled to catch your breath.

"You absolute idiot. We are absolutely the biggest fools in this school" she laughed "I love you too, you silly girl" and she leaned in again, kissing you with the biggest smile on.

You stayed a bit longer at the lake; suddenly you didn't feel so cold anymore.

Sorry for the late post. Saturday is d&d day, so I wasn't at home for most of the afternoon. Kisses!

Part two can be found here.

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SCARS AND SECRETS CH1

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 3.6K

Summary: Your hidden secret ends up being shared after an incident one fateful day. Luckily for you the principal and botany teacher only have your best interests at heart. Recovery and growth will be a lot easier with them by your side.

TW: passing out, heatstroke, vomiting, scars, non-sexual undressing (not nudity just outer clothes we keepin’ it mildly PG and it was consensual!), Wednesday being Wednesday (so mentions of threats lol), mentions of minor character death (past), mentions of adoption (idk if this needs to be a TW but it might be a sore spot for some people so I’m adding it <3), nausea, dizziness, fever, secrets, dehydration

A/n Damn I think that’s the most warnings I’ve ever had but I just wanna be comprehensive :) this is gonna be a series so stay tuned for another part. Idk when it will be written / posted but I plan to.

Students were screaming as they ran around the lake. People pushing in the water their friends and just generally having fun. It was a hot day, so it was understandable.

Principle Weems had given the school a sports day to relax and have fun outside in the heat. It was simply too hot for schoolwork, and she agreed everyone needed a break. Except it was sweltering.

Enid was pulling Wednesday into the lake while receiving a ballad of threats from the black-haired goth.

You sat alone under a tree minding their stuff. Sure, you wanted to swim. Anything to get rid of the ache in your muscles from the heat which had sweat dripping down the nape of your neck and down your back under your t-shirt. But you couldn’t. You simply didn’t have anything that covered the two long thin scars that ran down the inside of each of your shoulder-blades. They were your secret. They were your power. You were different. You had wings.

Leaning against the tree you made out the shape of your botany teacher talking to principle weems a little way off by the lake.

Nobody knew of your power. It was dangerous to be different, even in a school of outcasts.

You closed your eyes for a second feeling exhausted and as if your vision was swimming. The dizziness hit despite being sat down and the sweating seemed to have stopped. You felt mildly nauseous. With your eyes closed you missed the sight of the principle walking away from the botany teacher to to tell off a group of students which had managed to start a small war over by the dock.

You missed the sight of your botany teacher glancing over at you. The worry in her eyes as you were the only one not in the water. You missed her starting to walk over to you. You missed it all because the dizziness stopped. The sick feeling left. Why? Because you had passed out.

“Ms L/n why aren’t you joining your friends in the water?” Ms Thornhill asked as she came over and stood above you. You simply didn’t respond.

“Y/n?” She asked and crouched down next to you. Nudging your shoulder, you simply moved limply to the side.

“Oh dear.” She said and pressed her fingers to the pulse point on your neck.

“Oh honey.” She said feeling the heat radiating from you. She lifted the back of her hand to your forehead before letting her hand settle on your check as she rubbed a thumb over your flushed cheekbone.

“Marilyn?” A voice came from behind her. She startled and a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming.” Principle Weems said. She glanced at your form now slumped against the botany teacher as she pulled you into her side.

“Whats going on?” The principle asked growing concerned.

“I fear Ms L/n may have heatstroke. She has passed out and feels abnormally warm.” She said pushing the baby curls from your face where they were plastered with sweat to your forehead.

Principle Weems bent down and placed a hand on your cheek to gauge your temperature.

“Oh god.” She said “quickly let's get her to my office. She needs to be cooled down as soon as possible. A temperature that high is dangerous.” She said and picked you up from the ground.

None of the students seemed to notice as two of their teachers headed back to nevermore with you draped loosely in their arms completely unconscious.

They made quick pace on their way back. Hurrying through the halls. The heat you were radiating, was simply ungodly.

The lack of sweat told them you were dehydrated and the fact you remained unconscious was of great concern.

Marilyn held open the door to the principal's office as Weems hurried inside with you still in her arms. She through the door into the bedroom connected to her office. Her private quarters.

You needed a cold bath and to get out of the thick uniform. It was a matter of health at this point. And all consent forms had been signed in cases of similar emergency’s occurring.

Principle weems laid you on her made bed as the botany teacher went into the bathroom to draw a tepid bath. The infirmary was simply too far from the entrance to the school and based off how quickly your temperature was worsening it was imperative you cool down. So, they had brought you here. To her quarters for a bath.

The principle laid you against the pillows and Marilyn reappeared holding you against her as the principle removed your blazer. After they took off your shoes and set them beside the bed. Sliding off your pants and leaving you in your boxers would have been odd if it wasn’t such a tense situation. If your temperature got higher, you were at risk of a seizure. Sliding off your t-shirt over your head you laid there in your boxers and sports bra.

“Cute.” Weems said looking at the small cartoonish werwolves with big eyes and claws printed on the boxers in a rainbow pattern. It had been a gag gift from Enid last Christmas.

Weems wasted no time scooping you off the bed and carrying you to the ensuite. Marilyn followed close behind turning off the water as the principle gently set you down in the tepid bath.

You shivered and the botany teacher handed Principal Weems a washcloth to wipe over your heated skin in order to try and cool you down. The two teachers where kneeling next to the bath wiping down your skin with a rag. After wiping you face, chest and arms the principal wrung out the cloth into the water and dipped it once more.

She sat you forward to reach your back. Once she had shifted you, she froze.

“Larissa?” The teacher asked. “Whats wrong?” Marilyn shifted to peer at your back. Gasping softly at the sight of the two long straight scars down your back.

“Have you ever seen this before?” Marilyn asked and the principal shook her head. “The nurse said there were no similar injuries reported in her file as far as i know. And she certainly didn’t have them when we took her medical info during the initial exam upon entry, we would have noticed such a large abnormality. Do you know what it is?”

“I have a suspicion.” She said softly tracing the scars with her index finger.

Your temperature was lowering now, and they would be able to take you out soon. You began to stir and screw your eyes up. There was a pounding in your head and your mouth felt awfully dry. The principal rubbed your back in an attempt to help you wake up, while Ms Thornhill gently tapped your thigh.

“Y/n, Darling, come back to us.” Weems said still holding you up. You drew a breath and opened your eyes.

“There we go darling. Nice and slow now.” She said still holding you up. “How do you feel? You certainly gave us a scare there.” She said and you blinked slightly confused.

“Water?” You asked.

“Of course.” Ms Thornhill said grabbing a glass from beside the sink and filling it before handing it to you.

Both teachers observed as your hands shook around the glass. The principal leaned over and placed her hand over yours to steady the tremors. You flushed slightly.

“Thanks.” You said clearing your throat.

“Darling what do you need?” Weems asked.

“Um? Where am I?” You asked looking around.

“You're in my quarters you passed out from the heat, my darling. Your temperature was far too high.” It was at that point you realised your clothes were missing meaning they had removed them while you were out.

The principal placed a hand on your arm.

“It's ok love, breathe.” She said and you hadn’t noticed your breathing pick up.

“Y-you saw them?” You asked already knowing the answer. Her gaze softened.

“Yes, love we did.” You glanced around and Ms Thornhill gave a small wave and a smile from where she sat next to the tub. You responded with a weak smile.

“Come now love we can talk more about this when you have dried off.” The principal said and you looked at her nervously.

“Um I don’t … I…” you drew a deep breath pushing down the feeling of weakness and ignoring the concerned looks of both adults. You steadied your breathing, “I don’t think I can stand.” You muttered looking mildly ashamed.

“That’s alright i expected as much.” She said and motioned towards your body. “May I?” You nodded and she scooped you up out of the water unbothered at drenching her outfit.

Ms Thornhill wrapped you a fluffy white towel as Ms Weems set you down on the counter. You lent heavily against the wall as they made quick work of drying you off.

Once you were only slightly damp, they wrapped you in a fresh towel and the principal scooped you back into her arms again. Leaving the bathroom, she placed you down her her bed.

“Marilyn could you please go get Y/n something to eat? I believe I have some cookies on my desk.” She said as she sat beside you on the bed and patted your leg. “Do you feel up to eating anything?” She asked.

“I feel a bit sick to be honest. I think i hit my head when i blacked out. I have an awful headache.” You admitted. The principal frowned at the admission.

“I’ll get you some water and pain medicine. When you say you feel sick what do you mean specifically darling?” She asked. You shrugged feeling embarrassed.

“Nauseous i guess.” You muttered and avoided her eyes.

“Like you're going to be sick?” She asked eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

“Maybe i don’t know.” You said still not looking at her and playing with your fingers. She placed a gentle hand on your chin and guided your head to look at her.

“Honey thats ok. Its ok to need help sometimes. Help I’m happy to give you. Im going to go get a bucket and some medicine and a water for you. Can you sit tight while i do?” She asked and you nodded and swallowed.

“Good girl. I’ll be back in a minute.” She stood and walked out the door into her office you watched her go. Trying to sort through how you felt.

It was odd to be cared for. You simply weren’t used to the feeling. Comfort. Odd. You heard the two teachers converse in hushed voices as they hurried around the office to grab what you needed. You caught a couple words. Infirmary, concussion and throw up.

God, you hope they don’t send you to the infirmary. It felt so cold and clinical. And despite not being used to the care and love they were showing you it wasn’t take you very long to crave it. You already missed the soft reassuring touches they provided.

The uncomfortable feeling in your stomach seemed to build. You hoped they would be back soon because you knew you were going to be sick soon. You felt the feeling clawing at your throat.

You sat forward with a lot of effort as you pitched forward. Your hands grasped the bedsheets as you dry heaved fruitlessly. You heard the door open and hurried footsteps. You felt something being slid into your lap which you registered as a bin.

Thank God. You would feel awful throwing up on the bed. That would be an embarrassment you couldn’t come back from. You felt a hand rub circles on your back as your eyes watered.

“We should get her to the infirmary.” The Botany teacher said watching with concern. The principal shook her head.

“All is well Marilyn i can look after her, you may return to your class i know you have another duty at the lake soon. I will explain later.” She said not taking her eyes off you. You had stopped gagging, nothing coming up. But she suspected that wasn’t all.

The teacher nodded “if you insist.” She said and stepped out. After a second of stillness, you suddenly pitched forward and began to vomit into the bin.

“Oh honey.” She said still rubbing your back. You tried to pull away, thinking she was grossed out by it. But she held firm. One hand on your back and the other steadying the bin in your lap which you held onto for dear life.

“No no none of that now. It’s ok. Let it out darling.” She said continuing to rub you back. After a moment you stopped. She raised a brow as you panted.

“Done?” She asked moving towards the bin. You didn’t respond for a second.

“Nope.” You said in a small voice and pitched forward again. Your stomach didn’t hold back as it emptied. You felt gross and vulnerable. Tears streamed down your face from the acidic feeling, taste and smell.

“Oh love. Its ok.” She said and soon you stoped and flopped against the pillows trapping her hand. Gently she removed it and took the bin away depositing it in the bathroom to clean later.

“Are you feeling better at all?” She asked and you shot a weak thumbs up making her chuckle. She helped you rinse out out mouth and handed you as stick of gum. You took it gratefully and chewed slowly.

“We’ll wait a bit before we try some food. Are you feeling up to talk?” She asked noting as you stiffened slightly.

You knew this was coming, ever since she mentioned seeing the scars. People like you were rare and that made you a subject of interest. Even at nevermore you were the only one as far as you knew.

Your mother was the only other that you could find in the alumni archives as despite not saying what power she possessed you knew it was the one you shared.

You let out a shaky breath. “Ok.” You said. Weems nodded and sat beside you and patted your leg waiting for you to talk first.

“It was only around a week ago.” The principal sucked a breath at your words. A week was too long for them to go unchecked.

“Do they hurt?” She asked softly and you sighed. “Only when they stay folded for too long but i don’t want the other students to know.” You said softly.

“Can you show me?” She asked gently and you nodded and sat forward.

Drawing a breath and closing your eyes. For a second nothing happened and then two black wings burst from the scars on your back. They were small but would undoubtedly get bigger. Each one around a meter wide when extended. The principal looked at them in awe.

“Angels are very rare. I have never heard of one coming to nevermore.” She said. She reached out and gently stroked the feathers, you shuddered, and she withdrew her hand.

“Sorry.” She said.

“No, it’s ok. They’re just sensitive.” You said looking sheepish. “And I’m not the first, nevermore has had my kind before.” You said tasting the strange words on your tongue trying to decipher if the taste was sweet or sour. “My mother was one.” You said and Weems looked at you with interest.

“I knew your mother. She simply said she was a seer?” The principal said and you nodded.

“I know.” You said “Easy cover. It's not like pretending to be a wolf or a gorgon or a vampire. Seers seem almost as normal as humans which means they were easy to impersonate with her wings folded i assume.” The principal nodded slowly drawing in the information.

“She did leave me something and I feel now is the best time to open it.” She said and you looked at her with curiosity. Slowly she stood and retrieved a small box from the bookshelf against the far wall of the room.

You had been left in Larissa’s care since you family had died and once you were of age you had come to nevermore.

Originally you had lived with her sister as Larissa had not had the time to run a school and care for a child. Her sister had been best friends with your mother, so it made more sense that way, so you really didn’t know the women better than any of the other teachers.

Your only interacts limited to the odd Christmas spent together and family gathering you were often roped into despite feeling like you were intruding. Based off the fact her sister, Ivy Aurora-Elizabeth Weems, was your legal guardian you guessed that made Larissa your adopted aunt in a weird and confusing way. But she rarely had time for you. It wasn’t out of malice but simply she didn’t have time, she was a busy woman. She rarely saw her sister either.

It's not that she disliked you, quite the opposite in fact, she had a soft spot for you and felt guilty she hasn’t spent more time with you.

At some of that gathering she had told you to call her Larissa outside of school hours but to call her principal Weems when on campus. You nodded knowing there was nothing behind her words, no deeper meaning but it still felt like the relationship between the two of you was strained. You kind of had a notion she didn’t want you, but you were simply misinterpreting her guilt.

To be honest you haven’t seen her outside of a school capacity in a few years. Only for your interview and check-ups for academic purposes. Frankly you could have almost forgotten she was in a weird way closer (legally) to you than the other teachers, even if it didn’t feel like it. Almost being the operative word.

“You're not mad i didn’t tell anyone?” You asked honestly surprised.

“No darling i know why you did what you did. But i do have some conditions for you” she said, and your eyes glanced at hers nervously. But hers held nothing but love and care.

“You will come in tomorrow morning for the first few classes if not the whole day. I need to do some research but from what i know new wings need a lot of care to make sure they mature properly and healthily. I will do a full checkup tomorrow morning here in my office. You don’t have to be nervous it shouldn’t hurt.” She said patting your leg. “From now on if your back hurts from keeping the wings inside for too long you are welcome to come to my office at any time you need to stretch them, it can be damaging to keep them inside for too long. This will stay between you, me and Ms Thornhill until you feel comfortable. As a part of your maturation process, we will do weekly checkups and physio to make sure everything is going ok. Your mother’s package she left, if my suspicions are correct, contain all the materials we will need including some books i will need to study.” She chuckled.

“Your mother always did find a way i ended up doing her work.” She said and you smiled softly. “Take the rest of the day off to relax, I don’t think you have a concussion but if you feel sick again come find me or send someone to get me ok?”

“Ok” you mumbled.

“Good girl. Relax that heatstroke was pretty intense and you need to have some fluids and food.” She said standing up and walking to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. She pulled out a bottle of blue Gatorade and twisted the lid off to hand to you.

“Drink.” She instructed and you took a few small sips which made her smile.

“Do you think you can make it back to your dorm or do you need some help?” She asked.

“I should be ok, thank you principal Weems you didn’t need to do any of this for me.” You said ducking your head.

“Nonsense darling. You're my responsibility and I want to make sure you're thriving.” She said, and in a softer tone she added. “After all I’ve known you for a long time even if we didn’t really know each-other. I’d like to change that someday if you’ll let me.”

You saw sincerity in her eyes as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. In a quiet voice you added.

“I’d like that too.” And she beamed in response.

The two of you said your goodbyes and she reiterated that if you needed anything you were to come to her and not the nurse to make sure it was never recorded that you were an angel.

You hurried back to your dorm and crawled into bed for a nap. Drifting off you began to wonder how things would change.

Tomorrow was defiantly going to be interesting to say the least.

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My blessing, mum

Gwendoline Christie x oc

Summary: Gwen takes her soon to be official daughter on a lunch date for permission to marry her older sister/mother

Warnings: Fluff

Indigo’s Pov:

"Gwen?" I asked from the backseat of the car "yes Indy?" I met her eyes in the rearview "where are we going?" "shopping" the radio played quietly as Gwen hummed along continuing to drive. "Yes, I know that but where?" I pushed turning off my phone and placing it in my lap "well. we'll go get lunch and depending on how that goes, we'll go to a very special store afterwards" she beamed anxiously.

I nodded before glancing out the window, my breath fogging against the glass a special store? the question stayed on my mind until we reached the small cafe. Gwendoline opened the car door for me "you know you can sit in the front right?" she asked “yeah but Ash said it's safer for me in the back" I mumbled grasping the older woman's hand. "So... during lunch, I'm going to ask a few questions and I need you to answer them honestly" Gwen bit her lip pulling out my seat and tucking it in.

We sat for a moment until a waitress came over to take our orders "so? questions?" I asked softly "oh yes" she laughed "you know I love your sister very much right?" I nodded albiet confused " and I'd do anything for her and you too" Gwen looked down at her hands. "I care deeply for the both of you" she swallowed before looking back up "Indigo I know that I've only been dating Ashley for almost two years but it feels like my whole life" Gwen began to ramble.

"What I'm trying to say is that I want to marry her only and only if you're alright with it okay?" she placed a hand on my own "of course!" I laughed shocked leaping into her arms "hurry up!" I cried "it took you long enough, now we can officially be one tiny family" I cheered with Gwen.

"Family?" her lips kissed my temple "yes family, my two mums" I giggled "when do you plan on asking her?" "May- wait did you say, mum?" I rolled my eyes playfully "yes mum, you earned it rightfully and if you marry Ashley who basically is my mother well it states the obvious".

"Ring shopping?" Gwen offered as I let go, slipping back into my seat "is that even a question?".

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13. “Happy New Year my love” | Larissa x fem!reader | angst | okay u wanted this its on u love, Larissa recalls a recent New Year's party with a reader. They were so happy because they found out that the reader was long-awaited pregnant with Larissa(magic or whatever). The reader died during childbirth but the child survives. The whole thing ends with Larrissa glancing at the photo of the reader, raising her glass up and saying : "Happy New Year my love".

you- you- how dare you-

“Happy New Year my love” - Larissa Weems

Warnings: mentions of death, tw!, angst as fuck, etc.

A/n: Mona, I hope you have your tissues…

“Issa, I need to tell you something,” you whispered and pulled her out of the crowd. There were so many people in your house even if they were only your family. Your parents were there and also Larissa’s, her brother with his kids and your cousins with aunts too.

“What is it my love?” Larissa asked you as she took a sip of champagne and you realized that her brother was sitting next to her.

“Can you please help me with the food in the kitchen? I will tell you there,” you said with a smile on your lips and Larissa looked around, a little suspicious.

“Of course.”

As both of you stood up, it didn’t really did anything. No one realized that you were leaving the room because everyone was talking about something. So both of you got out of the room unseen and you walked into the kitchen with Larissa.

“So… I wanted to tell you something as well,” you started and Larissa looked at you with a bowl of salad in her hands. “And if I was you, I would put that down.”

Surprise settled on Larissa’s face but she did as you told her to do. Her eyes were still on you and she was waiting for you to tell her the news you had found out few days ago. You smiled softly and walked over to the shelf in the kitchen, taking a little wrapped box front here, handing it to Larissa.

“Open it.”

“What is that?” Larissa asked as you handed her the little box and you smiled at her even wider. Larissa took the box and opened it immediately, her eyes going wide as she saw the pregnancy test, a pair of little white shoes and the photography of an ultrasound you had been to. Her mouth opened softly and you were hoping in that she was even a little happy about that you were expecting a baby.

“A-Are you-“ she just looked up at you and you nodded your head. Without any words, she stepped even closer to you, already crying. Hugging your body tightly but gently enough, you felt her tears drop onto your shirt. “You are going to be a mum!”

“And you are going to be a mum too,” you mentioned her and Larissa sobbed into your shoulder.

“Mamma why are you crying?” A child’s voice filled the bedroom what made the blonde look up. She was holding a picture of you two while you were 9 months pregnant, few days before the labor. Larissa sobbed and she dried her tears in her sleeve.

“Come here baby,” she called Celia closer, reaching out her hand for her little girl. As she walked over to her, Larissa sat her daughter on her knee and showed her the photo.

“That’s mommy!” Celia pointed her finger out and Larissa nodded her head.

“Yes it is,” she admitted and let another tear fall from her eye. “Now do you know what is out little tradition?”

“Yes! Sparklers!” Celia jumped off her knee and ran out of the room. Larissa let out a quiet exhale and held the picture against her chest while standing up. She went to search for her little girl.

When they both were prepared and Celia was dressed really well, Larissa took the lighter and she handed one sparkler to her daughter. Leaving the house and walking into the cold weather, they closed the doors behind themselves and walked to the backyard.

Celia held the sparkler out for her mother. Larissa took it with a soft smile and helped her daughter with lighting it up. When she was finished, she lit up hers and got onto her daughter’s height level. Larissa took Celia’s hand and they both looked at the sky, the crystal blue eyes full of tears.

“What do you want to say to mommy?” She asked her daughter softly and Celia took a deep breath.

“I miss you mommy. And mama misses you too. Happy New Year,” the little girl said and Larissa looked up at the sky too.

“I love you darling. Happy New Year my love.”

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Sickness and Sprains (+ asthma)

Pairings: Reader x Weems (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You're sick and it triggers your asthma badly which leads to getting injured as well. Weems helps you out.

TW: Asthma attack, injuries, sprains, swelling, general sickness stuff

A/n more of me projecting in my fics, (i hate my asthma but it did get me out of sport in high school so that was great)

Being sick was miserable. But it was even more so while you tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Going to all your classes despite the ache in your bones. The tightness in your chest that begged for a hit of your asthma puffer. But you couldn’t. You left it in your dorm and there had been no time between classes to go back and get it. Damn did you feel some massive amount of regret about that.

Your asthma was always at its worst when you were sick and this chest infection that had made a home under the lapels of your nevermore blazer was certainly giving your lungs a run for their money. Each breath ended in a small wheeze, and you were stifling coughs as your felt the ragged and shaky intake of air in your lungs with each breath. You were only half paying attention to the botany teacher who was stood at the front of the room lecturing. You were merely pretending to take notes yet the page in-front of you was as blank as the glassy look in your eyes.

You were exhausted. Waking up in the night coughing and hitting the puffer just to fall back into a restless sleep. You were pretty sure based off the heat you could feel cooking you from the inside out that you had a fever. But you would be damned to do anything about it. Asking for help was simply not in your nature.

You absent-mindedly fiddled with the cap of your pen still staring out the huge glass windows. You must have not been paying attention or time slipped away from you because the next second you were dismissed from class. You stood righting yourself as you swayed slightly, and Enid shot you and odd look, but you turned on your heel and left before she could say anything.

Walking through the hall was hard enough on a good day with the amount of people. But when it hurt to breathe sitting down, being suffocated in a hallway while walking seemed a very real possibility. In a dazed state you kept knocking into people slightly muttering a brief apology and going back to trying to stay upright.

After a moment of walking with your eyes trained on the floor you ran straight into someone. Before you could see who, it was you felt yourself fall backwards and your wrist connected with the wall behind you. And good god did it hurt. Pain flared down your arm as you felt hands on your elbow to stabilise you from falling all the way to the floor. What little air you had managed to keep inside you very unhappy lungs was knocked from your chest leaving you wheezing something awful. You felt strong arms wrap around you as the slight vertigo of the fever made interpreting what was going on rather hard.

You rested your head on the nearest thing and after a minute registered based on the rhythmic movements that someone was carrying you. You wheezed deeply and rested your head against the persons chest. Trusting them seemed like your only option right now. It took a minute for you to realise your bag was over one of their shoulders and another minute to register who the person was. Your cheeks flushed slightly. Principle weems was carrying you bridal style through the halls. Luckily the rest of the students had gone to class, but it was just your luck you had managed to collide with the one person in the school with all the power.

Blinking you still felt the harsh ragged wheezing ratting your lungs and you tensed in her arms coughing into the crook of your elbow. Pain shot through your chest sharply before numbing back to the dull ache of a chest infection asthma attack hybrid you were growing to know quite well. After another minute your breathing was getting worse, the wheezing was sharper, and it felt as if someone was stabbing you between the ribs. Mouthfuls of air seemed to have less and less of what you needed in them, and it seemed like it just wouldn’t stay inside your lungs.

Your wrist was still burning and in your fevered haze you hoped someone would bring you your asthma puffer.

You felt your body being gently set down on something soft. The couch in weems office. You rested your head on a pillow and watched her blurry form retreat. You make a noise of protest not wanting to die alone and you watched her lips move but heard no words. After a moment you shut your eyes trying to control the breathing. Your right arm cradled your left wrist and slowly the sound came back to the world. The crackling of the fire was what you heard first before you could hear and make out what weems was saying.

“That’s it Y/n deep breaths. Nice and slow. I’ve almost found it. You're doing such a good job darling.” You could hear her rummaging in the desk drawer of her office before she made a noise of success and moved back to your side. You felt her lithe fingers gently hold the back of your head as she pressed a puffer to your lips. She was still speaking.

“Now take a deep breath in.” She said exaggerating her own breathing.

“And out.” She said. “And in.” This time when you drew a breath she pressed down on the puffer and the medicine shot into your lungs.

“Hold.” She said and waited for a bit before gesturing for you to breathe. This time you were simply panting, the wheeze almost gone. Weems lent forward and brushed a stray curl from your eyes.

“There she is.” She said and you managed a weak smile. “Do you need another round with it?” She asked holding up the small blue device. You shook your head, and she patted your thigh before setting the puffer down next to the couch.

“Im going to go and get a first aid kit, some ice and a thermometer. Stay here for me, ok?” She said and you nodded again.

Your head still swimming slightly you stayed seated. After what felt like not enough time she returned with the things. She gently placed an ice pack wrapped in a cloth over your wrist and at first you hissed at the cold contact on the sore skin but sighed after a moment. It helped dull the pain slightly.

“Alright sweet girl. Can you open your mouth for me. I’d like to take your temperature. You felt a bit too warm for my liking when i had you in my arms.” She said pressing a thermometer to your lips. You parted them and she placed the stick inside. “Under your tongue.” She said and shut your jaw with a finger on the underside of your chin.

“Now. I know that wasn’t a regular old asthma attack. I have seen many of those in my years teaching and not many have managed to scare me quite as much as that one did. A+ for effort but next time let's try to keep breathing. It's quite important believe it or not.” She chucked. She placed a hand on your knee and looked into your eyes. “Whats going on darling? It’s not like you to not watch where you're going now is it?” She said and you looked absolute miserable. All the exhaustion of keeping up the pretence was ebbing, and you were left with nothing but pure exhaustion.

“‘M sick.” You muttered around the thermometer and weems clucked her tongue and the stick beeped. She gently removed it from your mouth and looked mildly surprised by the number displayed.

“101.9 far too high.” She said disapprovingly. “Here take these.” She said and handed you two small white tablets and a glass of water. You complied and only winced slightly as the water stung the sensitive flesh of your throat which had been irritated by the coughing. Weems began to gently lift the ice pack off your wrist to inspect the swelling and gently press on parts of it. Apologising profusely when you would wince or suck a sharp breath.

“Do you have any idea whats wrong darling?” She asked and you nodded wearily.

“Chest infection.” You said.

“Have you seen the nurse?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“No time. Busy.”

“Darling there is always time for your health. Studies come second.” She said patting your knee. Gently she replaced the ice on your wrist. “Im almost certain it's not broken darling, but it is badly sprained. You’ll need to keep icing it over the next few days. I’ll excuse you from classes for the day provided you stay nearby, preferably in my office so i can keep an eye on you. The nurse is not here today she called in sick.” Weems said frowning. “Have you eaten today?” She asked. And you nodded.

“What have you had darling?” She asked skeptically.

“Just some jam and toast and some juice.” You replied. She frowned.

“Is your throat sore at all?”

“Just from the coughing.”

“I’ll bring you some cool water to sooth your throat and if you feel up to it, please help yourself to some biscuits. I’ll have the cook send someone up with some broth for lunch later.” She said standing and brushing invisible lint from her skirt. You nodded feeling exhausted.

“Sleep if you need. Im here if you require anything.” She said once she had returned with the water. You took a tentative sip relaxing a sigh as it soothed your throat. It wasn’t long before your eyes began to close, and you felt the glass being pried from your fingers. You didn’t fight her on it, simply succumbing to sleep.

Weems returned to her desk, typing on her laptop and sending off some important emails. She paused every once in a while, to gauge the wheezing as you slept, to give her an indication of if you required anything.

It was about two hours later you woke up feeling cold. You whined softly unsure of where you were. You heard a chair move and saw the face of Principle weems couching beside you. You grinned lopsided.

“Oh dear.” She said looking at your flushed cheeks and slightly damp curls. She placed a gentle hand to your cheek before moving it to your forehead and humming in disapproval.

“I fear your fever had risen.” She said fetching a thermometer and shooting you a worried glance as you giggled deliriously.

“Darling, under your tongue.” She said popping it into your mouth.

You smiled a goofy smile and did as you were asked. You both sat looking at each other until it beeped. Weems seemed to be looking for anything further that was ailing you but only found the constant wheeze of your breathing and sweat soaked form looking slightly parched.

Once she removed the thermometer she frowned again.

“W’s wrong?” You slurred.

“102.7 we need to get that down.” She said and gently passed you some more meds and a water. You took them gratefully and she left for a moment before returning with a small basin and a washcloth. You watched curiously as she dipped the rag into the water before wringing it out and gently wiping the sweat that had beaded on your face.

With careful and precise movements, she wiped down your cheeks and forehead. Once she had finished her ministrations, she dipped it once more and wrong it out before gently placing it on your forehead where she left it to rest. You hummed in content at the cool feeling on your face and weems left for a moment to bring you the broth she had kept warm on a silver tray.

“Isnt sil’r li’e bad for the wolves?” You asked still loopy and gesticulating wildly. Weems raised an eyebrow.

“It's not real silver darling.” She said and placed the tray on your lap, adjusting the pillows and cloth so you were sat more upright. Your hands shook making it very hard to get any of the soup into your mouth. Weems placed a soft hand over yours.

“Let me.” She said and slowly began to spoon feed you the soup. Between mouthfuls you gave a small pout which weems had to fight not to smile or roll her eyes at. Once the soup was all gone, she placed the tray back on the coffee table and adjusted you once more.

“Rest now. Your body needs it.” She said brushing the hair from your eyes with her fingers and once more adjusting the crooked washcloth.

Your eyes seemed to close on their own as you drifted off once more still glassy eyed and mildly confused. You felt a hand rubbing your arm gently until you were fully under the guise of sleep.

The next time you woke it was dark and your body felt stiff. Wriggling more upright you stretched reviling in the relived tightness of your muscles. You heard the click of stilettos and weems appeared once more.

“How are you feeling?” She asked pressing her hand to your cheek. “Your fever has gone down.” She noted and you nodded blearily.

“I feel better.” You said punctuating with a cough. She looked at you and raised a brow.

“I need more than that from you Ms L/n.” She said and you blinked.

“My throat doesn’t hurt as much but my chest still aches. It feels tight and it rattles when i breathe. It's not as unbearably hot in here as before so I guess thats good.” You said softly. Weems nodded.

“Yes. I suppose it is.” She said and tapped your cheek. “Open.” She said and slipped the thermometer under your tongue.

The two of you sat in a comfortable but slightly stiff silence waiting for the beep. When it did you knew the routine now well enough to let weems remove the stick from your mouth herself. She hummed a seemingly happy hum.

“100.2 it has gone down.” She noted and gave you and approving nod. You beamed and let out another small cough. She frowned. “Time for more meds.” She noted and handed you some more pills. You took them unassisted this time and weems handed you the puffer.

“Don’t think i didn’t notice your breathing being shallower. One hit, is all i ask.” She said watching closely as you administer the medicine into your lungs and sighed after, your airway feeling less tight and chest feeling more open.

“Good.” She said plucking the blue device from your open palm and placing back on the coffee table. She peeled the rag from your forehead and patted your arm.

“Let’s take a peek at your wrist.” She said and gently removed the ice she had been periodically placing there whilst you slept.

Your arm was resting on a pillow to elevate it and she gently examined it with soft pressure applied by her thumbs and fingers to gauge the swelling and pain. Once more she apologised when reaching any tender areas before giving a nod and replacing the ice.

“It's very much still swollen but I believe it will be ok. I'd like you to wear a sling and wrist brace to restrict movement and rest it until i deem fit.” She said and noted the bruise that was forming there. “Now, other than that are we feeling much the same?” She asked and you nodded. She hummed and stood.

“I’ve some work to attend to but need anything and I’ll be just over there.” She said pointing to her desk. You nodded and began to doze lightly as her heels returned to her desk. Not even meaning to you fell asleep to the sound of her keys typing.

It was safe to say weems was quite the nurse. When you woke the next day, you felt miles better than before and stood making your way to the bathroom. Once you had finished you made your way back to the lounge.

“What are you doing?” As voice said startling you and you felt, and arm wrap around yours to stabilise you.

“N-nothing i needed the bathroom.” You said and weems hummed and gently led you back to your makeshift bed.

“Let’s take your vitals and see what we’re dealing with today.” She said and gently deposited you back where you had been for the past 24 hours.

She took your temperature, pleased your fever had broken in the night. She examined your wrist and listened to your breathing, satisfied it had less of a wheeze than the day before. After this she stood and walked over to her desk, you watched her curiously. After a moment she found whatever, she was looking for and retuned to your side. She crouched in front of you and gently took your injured wrist. She guided it into the brace she had procured from her desk and explained how she had found one from the nurse's station earlier that morning. After adjusting it and making sure it was correctly applied to restrict movement she told you to rest some more, and you did.

Over the next few hours your improved greatly before weems dubbed you fit to do slightly more strenuous activity’s. She had Enid bring you the classwork you missed and the two of you worked side by side for the afternoon, weems typing away on her computer and you studying whatever classes you had been taking. After a while you paused spinning your pen between your fingers.

“Principle weems?” You asked and she looked up pausing.

“Yes dear?” She said.

“Thank you.” You said and she smiled.

“Anytime darling.”

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