#riss shut up

[spicy-picklez]

Could I request fluff with Larissa Weems helping the reader brush their teeth and showering please.

This woman has me in a chokehold and is so comforting

She has all of us in a chokehold I swear. Goddamn the power she has over me, I can't even begin to explain it. 🤭

Hope you like it. 😊

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The Crash

Includes:

Soft Larissa, mentions of a car crash, mentions of a panic attack, whole lot of fluff

Characters:

Soft!Larissa x wife!reader

Summary:

Larissa is late home from work due to traffic resulting from a car crash but has no reception to let Y/N know the situation. You can only think the worst as she continues to not receive your messages and spiral out of control. When Larissa gets back, she knows exactly how to calm you down.

Word Count:

1.3k

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A/N: This woman could legit walk on top of me in 10inch heels and I would still be on my knees for her. 🤭

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6.37pm

You: Are you ok hun? I know you said you'd be working later but I haven't heard from you so just checking that you're ok. Dinner's in the microwave when you get back.

7.23pm

Riss ❤️ missed your call

7.36pm

You: Love? Are you ok? Did you need help?

7.45pm

Riss ❤️ missed your call (x3)

8.31pm

You: Love I'm really worried about you. Can you please just text something so I know you're ok?

8.56pm

Riss ❤️ missed your call

With shaking hands, you throw your phone across the room. Worry is at the forefront of your mind as many horrible scenarios flash into your head. Your wife hasn't come home for dinner and she isn't replying to any of your messages. Larissa would never cheat on you, you know that. Instead, images of her dead in her office chair, or dead behind the steering wheel plague your head. Pulling your blanket closer around your body, you curl up into a ball on the armchair.

Your body begins to shake as waves of fear flood down your spine. You can't shake the horrible feeling that this morning was the last time you'd ever see her. Pure panic and fear overtakes you, your breathing intensifying as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to rid the images from your mind. Overwhelming anxiety flows through your veins and you are powerless to stop it, your chest heavily rising and falling with each shallow, trembling breath. Your knuckles are as white as paper as you clench onto the blanket, tightly wrapping it closer to your skin as tears brim in your eyes. 'Larissa' falls off your jagged breath like a record on repeat, your voice filled with panic.

Larissa's grip on the steering wheel turns her knuckles white. Intently flicking her eyes between the time and the long queue of traffic in front of her she lets out a frustrated groan. Checking her phone again, she's almost tempted to throw it out the car window when she sees the no reception sign in the corner of her screen. She doesn't know what has happened but the fact that she'd been sitting in this traffic for damn near four hours tells her, it can't be good. Relief floods her veins as the traffic finally starts flowing, lifting her foot off the brake as they slowly roll forward.

Her eyes widen as she sees the reason for the holdup. Many emergency services are parked on the side of the road, flashing their lights as she drives past. Two silver cars had collided with each other, spiralling one into the bank and the other through the barrier into the river on the left of her. Her urge to get home only increases upon seeing that, her foot becoming heavier on the accelerator as the car increases in speed.

You don't even hear her as she pulls into the driveway, or coming through the door, too distracted by the sharp ringing in your ears. Larissa's heart breaks as she sees you in a ball on the arm chair, rocking yourself as you tangle yourself into a ball, your eyes squeezed shut. "Darling. Darling it's ok. I'm ok, I'm here." She says, coming over to you and kneeling down in front of you. The first sound of her soft voice makes your heart fill with joy, your eyes flying open to see her in front of you. The minute you catch her eye, the two of you pull each other into a hug, both needing each other's touch. The familiar scent of her perfume fills your noise and her hand rubs circles on your back as you try to calm your shaking breath.

Pulling away, she places a soft kiss to your forehead as her thumb wipes over your tear-stained cheeks. "Come on love, let's get you cleaned up and into bed." She murmurs, her lips brushing over your skin as you nod feebly in response. Her arms gently lift you up from the chair and your shaking body leans into hers as she gently guides you backwards, her hand running through your hair.

Breaking the embrace, she turns on the tap to the bath. "You're ok, my gorgeous." Showering you with compliments, her hands gently lift your shirt over your head as she peppers soft kisses over your now exposed shoulder. Helping each other undress, she guides you into the bath, slipping in behind you as she pulls your back flush with her torso. Leaning against her bare skin, you feel yourself begin to calm down as the warm water floods over you.

Her arms loosely wrap around your waist as the two of you sigh contentedly in each other's warm embrace. "I love you." You murmur, and a soft chuckle sounds from her before she places a kiss to the top of your head. "I love you more, darling." Wearily, you shake your head. "That's not possible." She grins behind you, squeezing her arms tighter around you. "I promise you that it is." She says, placing kisses over your skin between each word.

Her hands gently massage soap over your skin, your head falling back on her shoulder as she does. "I was so worried about you. I just keep seeing images of you dead and it terrified me." Your voice trembles again at the not so distant memory and Larissa buries her head in the crook of your neck in response. "I know love, but I'm ok. There was a crash and I got stuck in traffic. I wanted to text and let you know but there wasn't any reception." You tilt your head to place a kiss on her arm as she says this.

"I'm glad you're ok." You murmur as she gently washes the soap off of you. A soft hum sounds from her as you relax back into her arms, her fingers drawing lazy circles over your thigh. Neither of you want to move but as the water decreases in temperature you both know that you're going to have to. "Alright darling, the water's getting too cold for my liking so why don't we watch a movie and cuddle?" Larissa murmurs, her lips brushing over your sensitive skin as you nod. Her hands move down to your hips, holding you stable as the two of you stand up. Draping your dressing gown around you, her arms wrap around you to tie it up before she puts her own robe on.

Turning you around to face her, she brings her lips to yours, her hand coming up to cup your face. "Right, I'm going to go grab some snacks. You choose the movie and I'll be there soon." She says as the kiss breaks before gently guiding you out of the bathroom, squeezing your ass fondly as she does. You quickly change into your sleepwear, consisting of a low cut t-shirt and shorts, before climbing under the covers of your bed. You already know what you're going to be watching. Top Gun: Maverick, the two of you had been meaning to watch it for weeks but never got round to it due to the stress of your jobs.

Larissa enters the room not long later with a bowl of popcorn and your favourite chocolate. A smile pulls at your lips as you see it. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You say as she leans over to place a kiss on your lips. "Mmm, only multiple times a day." She grins before withdrawing from the bed, dropping her bathrobe to her feet and quickly slipping into her sleepwear. Quickly getting under the covers, she pulls your back flush with her torso as her arm hangs lazily over your waist. Dipping your hand into the popcorn, you relax into her warm embrace as the movie begins to play.

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#woman x woman #larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #nevermore #gwendoline christie

[gwensstar]

Lovely evenings ( pt.1 )

Larissa Weems x reader (fem) (smut, fluff)

all was prepared, I even cleaned some more, knowing she would go crazy. Larissa Weems just loved things to be in order and precisely clean. i even wore her favourite lingerie under my apron— none. she said that it was a waste, that she loves her princess on display for her. all pretty. these words always made me blush, causing my cheeks paint crazily red.

the door finally opened and there she was, my woman, in all her beauty. she carried herself with such elegance, her long legs looking a little swollen. but she would not step back from wearing high heels. her aura was slowly changing. she began to relax as soon as she stepped inside, kicking off her heels before her eyes fell on me.

“good evening, my love.” left my lips, a smile welcoming her. oh how much I missed her every day, sometimes we got to see each other in work only and then she would join me late in bed so evenings like these were highly cherished and appreciated. i was quick to hop over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. her arms were around me and there were kisses being pressed on top of my head as she shut the door with her foot. “oh how I missed you— it’s been so draining today, darling.” and i began to melt, knowing that tonight she’ll have a trouble to keep her hands away from me. not sexually— well maybe, but she wanted the soft, sweet bubble that only we can create.

“I missed you too-“ my sentence was scrambled, hearing her tummy growling. “-oh? I made dinner.” a chuckle left my throat.

we sat in the kitchen, sharing a talk about work and of course about a movie that we would want to watch after shower. Riss as per usual spoke of my cooking skills as of the best.

i couldn’t help but get anxious as I began to wash the dishes. I told Larissa to go ahead and get in bathroom. I know I shouldn’t, but I got a little nervous when she didn’t comment on my attire; it was so unlike her.

soon those worries were washed away when her arms wrapped around me from behind, lips kissing from my shoulder up my neck. “come join me.” her voice was low, skin still wet from her shower. . .

#larissa weems #larissa x reader #weems x reader #principal weems #wednesday weems #wednesday #sapphic #smut #gxg smut #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie #lovers #i love women

[weemsfreak]

Botany...Of Course, Pt 6 (NSFW)

The last part of Larissa x Peyton!! I'm so sad their vacation is over :( So much fluff, sad but happy ending, smut ;) ~2700 words

Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, thigh riding, etc.

Pt 5

This Fleetwood Mac song is vital to the fic, listen to it if you don't know it!

Previous part*

As the concert went on, Larissa was swaying to the music, eyes fixated on the stage. She never let go of your hand. The lights reflected on her face, giving you the best view of her bright blue eyes illuminated with joy, and her white teeth showing off to the world. You shook your head. How had you fallen so hard for a woman after spending a few days with her? Yes, you had admired her, looked up to her, and revelled in her wit and beauty for the longest time, but now you truly were in deep. She was one of a kind. She was so many beautiful, wonderful things that you could never have the time to list. She was the mother of the outcasts, the voice that you'd listen to and tell it to never shut up, the sun when you thought that you wouldn't make it in your darkest days, and the moon when you needed to rest your blinding thoughts. She may have been a sight to others, one that they would revel in for a minute and then forget about. She may have been a random tall woman, a harsh principal, flesh and bones to others, nothing even. But to you and your poor neglected, touch deprived, useless gay heart, she was everything.

You both made your way back to the resort, deciding to go for a walk in the gardens. Larissa asked you questions about the plants, and you answered them all with as much passion as you truly had for them. Intoxicated you wouldn't shut up, actually. Much like in your head, you wouldn't shut up about her.

Back at your hotel room, Larissa sat you down on the bed and told you she had another surprise for you. "Close your eyes" she whispered. Skeptically you closed your eyes, and she placed something in your hands. "Okay, open" she chirped excitedly. You looked down at your hands and found a small box. You opened it slowly to find a pair of amber earrings. They were stunning. They had a dark antique boarder design and the amber sparkled in the light as you moved them around. You recognized the store name on the box and couldn't help but think about how expensive they must have been. You looked up at her with your mouth open in awe. "Oh Rissa they’re gorgeous, but I can't accept these from you" you mumbled, frowning at your own words. She sat beside you and cupped your face in her hand, turning you to meet her gaze. "Peyton, I want you to take them and let them remind you of our time here. This was the best trip that I've taken in the longest time, and it's all thanks to you. As soon as I saw these, they reminded me of your eyes, so full of life and love. Take them darling, please." You felt yourself holding back tears as you thought about the gesture. Nobody had bought you anything so meaningful before, nobody had thought of you like this before. You wrapped the tall woman in your arms and gave her kiss on the cheek, mumbling a thank you as that's all you could say, regardless of what you really wanted to say.

You were both enjoying drinks on the balcony overlooking the garden. In your head you thought back to the few times Larissa had questioned you about the plants, something that was rather funny to you. "Riss, why do you ask me so many questions about the plants?" She paused, and taking a dink of her wine she looked at you, her brows knit in confusion. "What do you mean? I like learning about them, and you are the botany teacher" she said, picking on you. You giggled, "I know, but didn’t you win a botany award in 91? You probably know more about them than I do." She dropped her gaze to the floor and chuckled, "Oh, you saw that on the wall did you?" You nodded your head. "Well sweetheart, honestly, I just think that you're adorable. When you talk about them you look so happy and passionate, and I love seeing you light up." You blushed, this woman always found a way to make you shy.

 You were staring out at the tall trees in the garden reminiscing over your first Fleetwood Mac concert when you had a fabulous idea. You ran inside and turned on some music. Walking back to the woman on the balcony, you held out your hand. "Larissa, since we couldn't dance at the concert, I was wondering if you would want to dance here, with me." She took your hand and stood up, wrapping one arm around your waist and one around your neck. She looked down at you with a loving smile on her face, "I would love to, darling." You both swayed to "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac with your head against her chest. You listened to her heart beat. Usually, you would be bothered by the people in the garden staring at you, but here with Larissa, you didn’t give a shit. As you listened to the song, you couldn't help but think about Larissa's nightmare. What if the nightshade had killed her? What if she was no longer here, heart no longer beating? What would Nevermore do without her? What would you do without her? Would you be back in Europe, wallowing in your self pity and despair? Would you be ashamed of yourself, never admitting the fact that you liked women? What a turn of events that was, for she made you want to write it in the stars for everyone to see, scream it into the abyss for everyone to hear, talk to the moon and thank her for letting you see and appreciate the beauty of women. As you heard a line from the song "And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before," you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. You didn’t want Larissa to think that you were fragile or needy, but the whole situation tugged at your heart strings, it really did.

As Larissa felt you whimper into her chest she hugged you tighter, swaying with you until the song faded out. She led you back in from the balcony still hugging you to her. She cupped your chin and brought your gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes were glazed over and it made you feel better, yet more sad at the same time. "What are you thinking about love?" she whispered, her soft and caring voice making you sob loud. "Larissa I'm so, so glad you're still alive. I'm so grateful that you're here with me. I don't know where I'd be if you never gave me a job, if you never showed me love. I don't want you to be scared anymore, I want you to be free and happy and live." You paused for a moment, thinking about your next words. But alas, there was no question anymore, you made your decision. You looked deep into her eyes, "I want you to live Larissa. Please, let me take your memory for you." She sat down on the bed and pulled you into her lap as tears started steaming down her face. You frowned, you didn’t want to make her feel worse. Her voice was hoarse as she tried to form words. "Peyton, darling, what do you mean take my memory for me?" You stopped crying, confused, before you realized that you said 'take'. You had told Larissa that you could erase memories, you didn't tell her that you took them as your own. You didn't want her to know that, you had messed up. "Um, I didn't want to tell you, but when I erase memories, they're not actually erased. I get them as my own. They have to go somewhere, right?" you gave her a shrug and a sad chuckle. You watched her eyes widen as she took her hand from you and placed it over her mouth. She genuinely looked like she was in fear as she stared at you. Larissa no longer wanted you to take her memory. After seeing how it hurt you a couple nights ago, she decided that she would rather it hurt her than you. If you really cared about her, her memory would hurt you, but you would offer to take it regardless. If she really cared about you, she would not let you take it. You cupped her face in your hands, "Riss, it's not a big deal, I want to take it from you, I don't want you to be in pain." The woman buried her face into your shoulder as you heard her trying to muffle her cries. Tears streamed down your face as you realized the irony of the situation. Here you two were, distraught over trying to decide who should hold the memory, who should take the pain of her attempted murder when it never should have happened in the first place. Neither of you deserved it, but in the end she was alive. Larissa Weems was alive.

You cried into Larissa's hair, stroking it lightly to sooth her until you heard her start to mumble something. "I don't- want you to- be in pain either Pey" she breathed out. "You're not- taking my memory, and that's final." You wanted to laugh at the way she tried to sound authoritative and demanding in this situation, but you refrained. She finally looked at you again, her eyes red and makeup running down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and you waited for her to speak. "After I almost died, I realized that I was alone, utterly alone. I thought that I had people who cared about me, but when I survived, I realized that I no longer did. I realized that I still wanted to do so much more, and I wanted to love someone who loved me back. I never got to know what that felt like, and I almost died like that. People have broken my heart before, women have, Marilyn did. But what did the most was that when I thought I was dying, I realized nobody truly cared about me, nobody ever loved me like I loved them." You took a breath in as you felt your own heart break for her. You felt a deep pain in your chest, one you've never felt before. You stared into her eyes as you tried your hardest to find words, any words at all. Were you going to say anything to her or were you just going to stare at her? You decided to do the only thing that you could. You grabbed her makeup stained face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. You smiled at her and quickly brought your lips to meet hers. You kissed her with all the passion that you had for her, hoping to convey the message that someone cared about her, someone loved her, and that someone was you.

Tears were still streaming down your face as you kissed her. Apparently you both were full of different emotions tonight because after a few minutes, Larissa grabbed your waist and pulled you up to straddle her. As she did this you let out a whimper. This spurred the older woman on and she moved her lips down your jaw to your neck. As you felt her warm lips on you moving from the crook of your neck to suck at your pulse point, you couldn't help but grind your hips down into hers. Her lips trailed to your chest before she looked up at you and tugged at the hem of your shirt, silently asking if she could remove it. You nodded your head and it was gone in an instant. Larissa laid kisses all over your chest and stomach until she reached behind you to undo your bra. She kissed your breasts hard, leaving a couple marks behind before she took one in her mouth. God this woman turned you on so much, you couldn't help but grind into her harder. "Stand up" Larissa purred and you did as you were told. She brought her hands to your pants and undid them, slowly sliding them down your legs while taking you in. Larissa laid down and pulled you back on top of her, holding you close as your lips crashed into hers once again. She moaned into your mouth as you stuck your tongue into hers, you needed to feel her. You palmed her breasts as you tried to grind down into her. Feeling like the less dominant one here she demanded, "Stay still, don't move your hips." You froze at her tone, but you did as she commanded. She slowly sat up and started to lift her dress up around her hips. You almost started drooling at the sight of her when you saw her white thick thighs and hips, black lace panties covering her. She positioned you so that you were straddling one thigh, but she gave you a look that said 'don't move'. She cooed at you, "Do you want this Peyton? Do you want me?" and all you could mumble out was "Oh god Riss, please." Her hands landed on your hips as she began to move you against her. You couldn't contain your moans as you covered her thigh in your slick, thinking about how hot Larissa would look if she was in your position right now. As you grinded into her, you felt your release coming fast. You focused in on Larissa's beauty and listened to her whimpers as she breathed heavily, this sending you over the edge with a cry of her name.

"Oh baby, you're so messy" she moaned as you removed yourself from her thigh. You blushed and looked down, embarrassed. "Unzip my dress, darling" she breathed and you did so right away. She stood up to remove her dress and before you could get a good look at her she was on top of you, pushing you into the bed, one hand around your neck. She squeezed at your throat as she demanded "Open your mouth, pet." You did as you were told as she looked down at you with her piercing lust filled eyes. The next thing you knew, she spit in your mouth and your eyes went wide, you weren't expecting her to be like this. You swallowed and let out a small giggle as Larissa noticed your reaction and reeled it back for a second, realizing that you weren't aware of how dominant she could be. "Oh Peyton I'm sorry, I should've asked what you were alright with sweetheart." Hearing her words so caring and sweet during something like this made you need her more, but they also confirmed that you could trust her, and you did. You grabbed her face and pulled her closer to you again. "Larissa Weems I absolutely adore you, please, do whatever you want, I need you." The way the words came out of your mouth was so needy and Larissa let out a low growl before making her way down to your core. She kissed up your thighs so slowly that you just reveled in her touch, and she caught you off guard with how quickly she brought herself to your center and ran her tongue up your slit. You let out a loud moan as she did this which made her moan against you. She looked up at you and slowly inserted two fingers. As she began her pace, you were a mewling mess underneath her, you couldn't contain yourself. When her fingers got faster you screamed "Oh god mommy" before realizing what you just called her. She chuckled, "You like it that much, hm?" You nodded your head in confirmation. "You can call me mommy, love" she panted at you. She knew you were close when you started saying "Mommy, please" and your thighs started shaking. You came again with a scream and Larissa let you settle before she slipped from you and gathered you in her arms. "Mommy can I do you now?" Larissa looked at you with a smile on her face but refused, saying that you were probably tired. "Please, I want to. I want to taste you" you whimpered, longing to touch the older woman. You kissed her again, running your fingers through her white hair. "I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck that's hot" she moaned as she sprang up and removed her panties, positioning herself over your face. You finally got a view of Larissa, and it was way better than you ever imagined it would be. You nipped at her thighs before you licked your lips and dove right in. You moaned against her clit, she tasted better than you thought she would too. As you licked and sucked at her, moans started spewing from her mouth. These were the prettiest sounds you've ever heard. She lowered herself more and grinded her hips on your face, this eliciting profanity from the woman. "Darling, keep going, that feels so good" she panted. You picked up the pace, doing the most you could without much experience. You flatted your tongue, letting her grind against you. Pretty soon her hand came down on the bed to steady herself and her hips got more erratic. "Fuck baby" she moaned loud and you felt more heat travel to your core. As you let out a whimper she came on your tongue, moaning your name. You licked up all of her before you kissed her thighs and let her climb off of you. 

She gathered you in her arms again as she slowed her breathing, your head coming to rest in her neck. After a minute she kissed you again, tasting herself on your lips. She stroked your hair and cupped your cheek as she stared into your loving amber eyes. Maybe after all these years she could have a friend, a real friend. Maybe she could trust somebody and love somebody, maybe somebody could love her back. You smiled taking in her gorgeous features, hoping that she felt at least a bit better now. You gave her a kiss on the nose. She thought that maybe she would give it a chance, for nobody had loved her before, nobody had cherished her before, nobody had looked at her before, nobody like you. She smiled, "Peyton, I want to thank you for showing me respect and kindness, and for treating me like I deserve to be loved. Thank you for giving me the ability to trust again. And most of all, thank you for teaching me, about botany…of course."

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems fanfic #lesbian #principal weems #larissa x reader #so gay omg #fanfic

[cami-stuffs]

Pushing Towards You

Chapter 13: All Out

Summary: Calista and Gaia talk about Larissa. Later, Larissa proposes something new to Calista.

knock knock knock

Calista just came back from work when someone knocked at the door. She was halfway to the bathroom to take a deserved shower but had to postpone for a few minutes more. A man was standing at the door with a box in his hand.

"I have a delivery for Ms Calista Cos'Asanto." He said monotonely. 

"That's me. Thank you." Calista received the pack. "Have a nice day." and slammed the door. 

The package was wrapped with red paper and a black ribbon. There was a card pinned in it. Calista opened it and recognized Larissa's handwriting.

"This, my love, is for our next experiences together. I ask you to use it only with me but feel free to know more about how they function if you must.

Keeping you in my thoughts.

Yours, Larissa."

Calita tore off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside, there were tons of sex toys. She felt her face burn, although she was alone at home. Calista had used toys with Gaia before, but only the basics. Larissa sent her strap-on harness, suction toys, anal plugs, double-ended dildo, vibrators, blindfolds and so on. It was a huge acquisition in an adult toy store.

After showering, Calista texted Larissa a photo of the opened packed with the caption, "Just received your gift. I can't decide which one I would like to try first. Xx"

Calista didn't know if Larissa would answer her right away. Knowing her lover, Larissa would still be working by that time. Nevertheless, Larissa texted her.

L: Hello, my love. I'm glad you liked it. Can I make a suggestion?

C: Of course, my dear. Tell what is in your mind.

L: I've been fantasizing about you using the harness in me lately. And if you were into it, I would love to have you inside me.

C: Larissa Weems, my beloved, I wouldn't like anything else than to fuck you into oblivion.

L: I look forward to it, my dearest. I love you.

C: I love you too, Riss. Are you still working?

L: I am. We'll hold The Poe's Cup on the weekend. So, I have to make some arrangements.

C: I'll let you work, then. Try not to go to bed too late. Love you. Xx

L: I'll do my best, love. Have a pleasant night. I'll be thinking about you. Love you. Xx

Calista looked at the box and thought about googling the items individually and learning how to use them properly, aiming to give Larissa the most pleasurable night she ever had. 

-------------------- The Poe's Cup allowed Calista to have the wanted conversation with Gaia, as Ártemis wished to hang out with her friends no matter what the race result was. Calista took advantage of that and invited her ex-wife to have lunch with her. 

"Heeey you!" Gaia was standing by the door, beaming and carrying two plastic bags. "I brought beer for me and wine for you!" She entered the room, slammed the door after her, and went for the glasses. "We have to celebrate! Our baby girl team won the Poe's Cup."

"Shut up! 'Temis won the cup?" Calista was amazed. "Oh my god! She must be thrilled!" 

"You should have seen her, Lista. She was beyond happiness." Gaia passed Calista a glass of her favorite white wine, and they made a toast before sipping. "It wasn't easy, tough. It was a tight victory. But it doesn't matter, she won!"

"Cheering for Ophelia's?" Calista teased. Gaia wasn't from Ophelia's Hall back at school.

"Hmmm... Correction: cheering for our daughter!" Gaia pointed her index up. "Unfortunately, she is from Ophelia's." She gave a soft smile after that. 

"All right, then. Let's eat!" Calista tried to hide a smirk.

They had a wonderful lunch discussing their jobs and how well Ártemis fit in. Gaia knew Calista too well to just accept that this was a normal lunch day. She knew something was up.

"So, tell me. You hate cooking, and suddenly, you call and invite me to have a meal with you. What's up?" She stared at Calista, waiting for an answer while observing how uncomfortable her ex-wife became. "What? Are you sick?" Now, she was concerned. 

"No... I'm fine. I invited you here to tell you something... " Calista was fidgeting her fingers and playing with the shirt hem. "I...hum... I am seeing someone." She finally said.

Gaia frowned upon that. "Good for you? I'm in the dark here. Why are you telling me this?" She looked puzzled. "I mean... I'm not complaining, you know. And I'm happy for you. But why call me here to say you are living your life? Is it for the other day when we slept together? Because I'm fine with it..." She anticipated. 

"No... It's not for that." Calista paused. Regaining courage again. "I called you here because the person I'm seeing is Larissa." She waited for a reaction that never came. Gaia looked almost amused.

"Larissa Weems? My boss?" Gaia covered her mouth up, hiding a bright smile. "Well... Well... Who would say Larissa was into women? I always thought that she was in love with Gomez, you know? Well... It could be Morticia, then." Gaia said thoughtfully and caught a frown face from Calista. "What? She fancied Morticia?"

"No... Well, yes... Maybe a little." Calista said in annoyance. "The fact is... I'm telling you this because she is your boss, and I thought you deserved to know."

"Oh... Thank you. How long have you been together?" Gaia asked, drinking her beer.

"That's a long story." Calista wondered if it was time to tell the whole of it.

"I'm not in a hurry. There is a lot of beer in your fridge." She made herself comfortable and waited.

And there she went. Calista told her everything about her relationship with Larissa. In the beginning, she felt odd about Gaia being her ex-wife. But, after digging the whole of it, she felt relieved to have someone to talk about it. They always had a good relationship based on a lot of dialogue and sincerity. On her behalf, Gaia made some sassiest comments during the speech, ripping laughs and rolling eyes out of Calista.

"So... That day we met after the school reunion, you were dumping Larissa? Were you nuts?" Gaia was incredulous. "I mean... That was the very beginning of our relationship and all that came after that, but...you left Larissa naked on the bed and just flew away?"

"Hey... You should thank me for that!" Calista defended herself. 

"I thank you hard for that! Don't get me wrong. But... Larissa is not my type, and we had a life together, you and me... Still, you left her. That was harsh. Again, thank you for that." Gaia hushed to say it.

"Yeaahh... Well, that is it. After the reunion, we had never spoken until that day at her office." Calista took a deep breath and relaxed. "So... Is it okay for you? Me and Larissa, being together?" Calista knew there was something more she had to tell, but first, she wanted to be sure Gaia was good with all of it.

"I am... Of course, it is a little bit funny, you know? Share you with her. I mean... Not share strictly speaking, but it is like sharing a secret." Gaia explained. "Again... I am honored that you trusted me with this information. You didn't have to, you know? But I know you, Lista. And feel that there is something more you wanna tell me."

"Larissa is a shapeshifter!" Calista spitted it out. "And I think she and Ártemis must be related to each other."

Now, Gaia was deeply confused. "What? Larissa and Ártemis? How?" 

Calista was about to tell her something intimate, and she blushed hard. "Well... Larissa, as a shapeshifter, she can shift..." There was a pause where she stared at Gaia, but nothing responded. "She can shift certain parts of her body." Calista signed near her lower core. 

Gaia widened her eyes in enlightenment. "Oh my God! Does Larissa have a penis?!"

"No... She doesn't have one, like permanently... She can shift so she can hang one on some occasions." Now Calista's cheekbones were flushed.

"Wow... This is... Like a dream. Now I'm envying you. No more need for silicon cocks? Cool!" Gaia had a silly smile on her face. But then, she came back to reality. "Is she Ártemis' mother? Is that what you were saying about them being related?"

Calista told her about her and Larissa's conversation with the geneticist at the funding party. "I assure you that you are Ártemis' mother, G. You don't have to worry or feel jeopardized by Larissa's presence." She took Gaia's hand in hers.

Gaia tilted her head. "Is it all what that fuss about? You telling me that my daughter is still my daughter?!" Gaia was beaming. "I know that you were expecting me to make a scene. But don't worry. I was there, Lista. I was there when we chose a donor. I was there during your pregnancy, including the bad times of it. I was there when she was born, when she took her first steps, and when she shifted for the first time." Gaia had a sweet smile. "She is my daughter no matter what genes say. And, yes, I can see Artemis and Larissa's resemblance now that you mentioned. But she is my baby girl."

Calista had tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness, tears of relief, tears of gratitude. "Thank you, G. To understand all this. I was nervous about this conversation. I didn't want you to think that I mischiefed you."

"How could I? For everything you say, the dates make it impossible for Larissa to be Ártemis' mother. So, what are they? Sisters, clones?" Gaia speculated.

"No idea. But that doctor is willing to discover. And I confess that I am, too." Calista said.

"Let's find out, then." Gaia resumed drinking her beer. "Oh... If it makes you feel better, I make a scene, knock at Larissa's door, and accuse her of stilling my daughter and girl. And so on. But, I'm not sure it will benefit my job." Gaia taunted.

"Please, don't!" Calista smiled. "We should keep behaving as the mature people we are."

"Alright, then. But someday, you have to tell me about the shifted cock. Or I'll ask Larissa about it." Gaia smirked and glared at Calista from the top of her glass.

Calista closed her mouth in a thin smile. "Someday." She said. "First, we have to talk with Ártemis about all this. She is the main interested person."

"Yeah... Well, we'll come up with something. For now, let her celebrate the race victory." Gaia said, sipping her drink and smiling at Calista.

--------------------

When Gaia left, just before dinner, Calista was feeling lighter. Keeping that secret from her was killing Calista from the inside. She knew she didn't owe Gaia an explanation, but she felt it would be the right thing to do, most of it because of Ártemis. Obviously, she was waiting for a choleric reaction from her ex-wife, but Gaia never got tired of surprising Calista.

Before bed, Calista caught up with her two favorite girls: Ártemis and Larissa. The girl was excited about the Poe's Cup and described in detail the obstacles, the movements, and how well her team performed. She didn't know that Gaia had lunch with Calista, so there was no question about it. Ártemis was all about her friends and how Nevermore was the coolest place ever.

For Calista, nothing was more heartwarming than hearing Ártemis talking about her new life. None of that was new for her; Calista had been there before. She was aware of the cup's nuances. But listened to it patiently with a sweet smile on her face. Ártemis was squeaking from the excitement on the phone and didn't stop until the end when they celebrated with lunch by the river on the school grounds.

The girl finally asked Calista how her day was. And before hanging out, she promised to pay a visit the next day for lunch. Cooking again was out of the question for Calista, so they decided to go to The Weathervane. Sunday was usually dedicated to Larissa, but they both agreed on a date night in a fine restaurant, so lunch with Ártemis was settled.

The phone rang twice before Larissa answered it.

L: Hello, my darling. How are you doing?

C: Hey, Riss. I'm fine. What about you, babe? How was your day?

L: I'm better now. The day was busy. The Poe's Cup has been my favorite event since school, but it can be quite a job to make it happen. I guess you heard the news about the winner.

There was an amused tone in her voice.

C: Yes. Gaia told me as soon as she passed through the doorframe. And Ártemis, herself, just told me a whole novel about it by the phone.

They chuckled at this.

L: It's not a secret that I cheer for Ophelia. I try my best to be impartial on it, but I confess that this year was a hard task. 

C: You got too fond of Ártemis. 

L: And of her mother as well.

C: Which of them?

Calista smirked at this and listened to a giggle from the other side of the line.

L: Hmm... Let's see. I don't recall saying to Gaia that I love her, and I certainly didn't send her a box with sex toys. That would be highly unprofessional of me. So, correct me if I'm wrong, but I guess I'm talking about you. 

C: Good to know I'm the one. I am, right? 

Larissa couldn't suppress a smile.

L: You are, my darling—the only one. So, everything was good with Gaia. I stumbled with her earlier, and she was in a good mood.

C: Surprisingly good. I'll fill you in tomorrow at dinner.

L: Can't wait to hear it. And what are your plans for tomorrow?

C: I'll have lunch with Ártemis, and then, I'll be spending my night with you. What about you?

L: Hmm... Work, as always, and wait until I can kiss you.

Calista blushed at this. She wasn't used to the praise yet. 

C: Let's just hope the time flies. I miss you.

L: I miss you too, my dear. I'll let you sleep now. I'll be thinking about you. I love you. Good night, my love.

C: I love you too, Riss. Sleep tight.

Calista lay in bed thinking about her date with Larissa the next day. She wondered if Larissa was up to play with some of the toys. Calista has learned more about some of them and felt like using them. Larissa mentioned the strap, and Calista was willing to satisfy her lover's desire.

-------------------- Larissa called Calista that morning and suggested they spend the night at Nevermore. Larissa would take Calista back to her apartment on Monday morning to prepare for work. In addition to that, Larissa asked Calista to bring the toy box with her that night.

The idea of sleeping at Nevermore wasn't that pleasant to Calista. Gaia and Ártemis lived there, and she didn't want to have an encounter with them moments before heading to Larissa's quarters. Nevertheless, thinking about them on Larissa's bed turned Calista on. She had never been in Larissa's room before and was now curious about it.

Larissa didn't share her plans for that night with Calista. But the request for the box with the sex toys made it clear the blonde was working on something. The last time they spoke, Larissa mentioned the desire of Calista to use the harness in her. But Larissa's tone told Calista that she had other ideas on her mind.

Larissa was never late. Especially if her appointment was with Calista at that exact time, Calista received a text from Larissa just to acknowledge her arrival. When Calista arrived, Larissa was leaning against the passenger door, scrolling through her phone. Larissa opened up her arms to hold Calista in a tight embrace.

Larissa kissed Calista's lips and smiled at her. "Hello, my darling. I missed you." Her voice was almost a whisper. 

"I missed you too, my love." Calista held Larissa's neck with one of her hands and leaned for another kiss while the other hand was carrying the box. "How are you tonight?"

"Better now." Larissa then spotted the box and retrieved it from Calista's hand. "Let me help you with that, my dear. Come on, we have a reservation." Larissa opened the door to Calista and placed the box in the trunk.

Larissa booked a table at a fine Seafood Restaurant. As they parked, Larissa opened the door for Calista to exit the car. That was not something Calista cared about; she didn't need anyone to open the door for her, but it seemed important to Larissa, so Calista had her lover's way. 

As they headed to the restaurant, Larissa touched Calista's lower back and guided her through the saloon to their table. Larissa had a dominant attitude that night, and Calista anticipated what awaited her later that night. She was eager to know which toys Larissa would pick but didn't ask anything. She decided to just the night flow through them.

They had oysters and salmon for dinner. Larissa chose a wine that could pair with both plates, and they talked about their week. Calista told Larissa about her conversation with Gaia. Larissa was as surprised as glad Gaia's reaction was positive. 

During their conversation, Larissa never took her eyes off Calista. Larissa paid close attention to Calista's gestures; her mouth turned to a smile as she touched Larissa's hand between speeches. Her eyes passed through Calista's face as if it wanted to record every detail. Calista took notice of that.

"You scanned me all night, Riss." Calista said with a smirk. "I'm flattered. But I know you too well to think that you are just staring. Tell me, babe, what is it?"

"I was wondering... Better, I was imagining... " She leaned on the table to get closer to Calista and lower her voice. "if you would like to be my sub tonight."

Calista's face flushed, and it was not for the alcohol. Submission. So this is what Larissa had in mind. Suddenly,  she pictured all the possibilities inside the box. She was so into that thought that she forgot to answer Larissa.

"We don't have to do it if it is something you are uncomfortable with." Larissa backed off with a worried expression.

"No..." Calista almost cried out. She looked around, and no one was paying attention to them. She lowered her voice. "No... It's not that. I was just picturing that in my mind. Sorry."

"So is it a 'yes'?" Larissa seemed relieved and aroused now. Calista nodded to her. "So, what would you say to start with a verbal answer to me, darling?" She commanded with a lustful tone.

"Yes, I would like that..." Calista knew it was etiquette for this dynamic type, but Larissa never said how to address it, so she waited and bowed her head a little.

"Mistress." Larissa completed the sentence, tilting her head to look Calista in her eyes. Putting her index above Calista's chin, Larissa lifted her head so they could meet each other eyes. "Say it again, darling."

"Yes, I would like that, mistress." Calista blushed harder this time.

Larissa grinned. "There you go. I think it's time for us to go home."

Chapter 12 | Chapter 14

#wlw #lesbian #larissa weems x ofc #sapphic #f/f fanfic #larissa weems #lesbian fic #original character #wedneday #lgbtqia #larissa weems fanfic #principal larissa weems #today on tumblr #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #calista cosanto #thursday

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

ok but also going off my last message about soap and marissa i want them to get together but i also want more of them flirting with each other and not doing anything about the tension that is clearly there and the rest of the gang are just oh ffs just fuck already but they’re like nah we like teasing eachother too much and THEN let’s say while the bar is super busy some random dude starts trying to get marissa attention but she’s a) too busy and b) already but not really spoken for like ygm and soap sees and he’s having none of it and all the guys are trying to calm him down and tell him that she’s fine but he’s like nah fuck that guy and then goes over to the bar and then tells the random dude to fuck off and marissa is like ‘you good pal’? and he’s like yeah i’m good friend just don’t want anyone hitting on my lady etc etc

A/N: ughughguh, yessss

Johnny gets protective over Marissa

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x OC (Marissa in the Sunshine universe) *not proofread

—Like just imagine, now when the reader, or Sunshine as the 141 calls her thanks to Ghost, and Price is a couple and gets invited to those pub nights when they come back from deployment or simply a spontaneous visit to the pub, Soap only bats his eyes more at Marissa, 'cause ya know, Riss, the old man got his girl, shouldn't it be my time now?' and Marissa just gives him a look and a 'Dream on, Johnny-boy.

—You try to urge your friend to not brush him off all the time because clearly, she hasn't shut him down definitely

"And don't argue with me, you ain't cuddling into his side if you ain't the slightest interested", you point at her while at yours for a girls night. Marissa would only shrug, "You know he's touchy". It feels like your eyes can't roll further back into your head as you debate whether it would be worth dunking your dearest friend in enough rosé wine until she just admits something. "You know he's into you, and whatever you say, you can't convince me you aren't into him, so why continue circling each other like fucking cats?" "Not every one that bags a Captain the first night they meet 'em", she would reply with a tilt of her wingless. You would duck your head with a shake, only to look up at her with a small smirk. "No, you could've gotten your Sergeant sooner though"

—But it always comes to the surface the moment you're in the same space as Johnny and Marissa,

—There always glances, some when they lock gazes and the Scot flashes a grin and your friend huffs and rolls her eyes, continuing on with her job or simply arguing with him

—At other times there would be what you labelled longing glances enough for a Disney movie when the others' attention was turned elsewhere

—Tonight, however, those glances are predominantly coming fro Johnny, but for once, not settled entirely upon Marissa...

You're sitting by a table, John's arm around your back, resting on the backrest. Despite the rest of the guys' conversation, your attention however was on Johnny's eyes constantly flickering away from the table. His arms are crossed over his chest, jaws chewing nothing as his brows are set deeply. His cyan eyes are steely. He's nothing like his bubbly self, no grins and jokes, at least not for the past half an hour. Glancing the same way as his attention currently are directed, you sigh. It's a busy night at the bar, some football game which always brings a crowd. Some for the game, others for the spirit. This means Marissa is in full swing of managing the bar along with some of her co-workers. But you know your friend's hurried pace isn't the cause of concern nor the mood of the Scot, it's the man Marissa is talking to at the bar. He's young, not much older than herself. Not bad on the eye with his tall build, black hair braided into cornrows and clean style, but still boyish in his character. He's been sitting there for a while. Even when you'd walked up to her a while ago, fetching a scotch for John and a fizzy drink for yourself, concerning you'd taken the responsibility to drive tonight, urging John to have a carefree night that wasn't all too carefree when it comes to the Brit. You don't want to disturb Marissa for long after you'd ordered your drinks, but the perk of being her friend is that she spared a short conversation anyways. The guy had been interested in your sudden presence and closeness to her, introducing himself as Tyrell in passing. He was polite, not butting into your conversation. However, when you'd say goodbye to Marissa, promising to buy her a drink and something to eat after her shift, you caught how he asked about you, or more so taking advantage of your presence to get to know more about Marissa and other close friends. You'd thrown a look over your shoulder upon hearing it, Marissa and you seemingly sharing a telepathic link as she looked back at you within a moment's notice. Amusement shone in her eyes, but the prominent thing you shared in the silent exchange was the recognition of someone trying to chat you up from the other side of the bar. That's exactly why she'd brushed him off with a too-general answer to his question. One that he apparently didn't register was because of disinterest compared to customers almost non-stop competing for her attention to order a drink You knew she could handle this, she's done it before and so far tonight. So your worry wasn't on your friend. And though you knew Johnny also knew that, it was impossible not to notice how he'd been unable to relax since he fleetingly had caught them interacting once.

"Johnny", you leaned forward slightly, out of John's embrace. Your move didn't disturb the conversation the others entertained about the game, even though you noticed John threw you a glance. The gentle call of his name made the Scot's eyes flicker to get yours. "She'll be fine, he isn't getting peppered, just annoying", you'd kept an eye on the situation, much like Johnny. The guy hadn't had much to drink despite waving down Marissa a few times, those times more in an attempt to engage her in a conversation than anything else. "That's enough", he scoffed, his eye unable not to Strat towards the bar again before licking back. "What doesn't the lad understand? "Million-pound question, that is". Rather than chuckling, Johnny huffed, his chest puffing as he shuffled in his seat. You tried not to smile, jealousy making a grumpy side emerge from the Scot. "How'dya deal with it, why not ask him to sodd off?" "He's a customer, and though they aren't always right, they pay".

"Can't argue with logic, Soap", John butt's into the conversation, making Scot's eyes flicker to the man at your side. You feel a hand sneaking forth to make you lean backwards in the chair and as close as your separated chairs allowed. "Don't think ya would've liked some lad chatting' up yer lass, Price?" Johnny returned sourly, making John hold his laugh, only letting a quirk in his lip escape. "No, but logic is still hard arguin' against", he said, honesty and calmness lacing his voice. "And she ain't yours, Johnny", Ghost entered the conversation as his attention fell from the game he'd followed closely. His dark eyes found the Scot seated beside him. "That's Sunshine's job", Johnny pointed at you and you raised your hands. "Trying my best, but she's as stubborn as this one is at times", you jutted a thumb towards John, who turned to you with a playfully narrowed brow and pinch to your waist. You jerked in your seat and sent him a half-attempt at a glare. "Can't blame the wingman", Ghost stated with a cock of his head. "Gotta be able to chat her up yourself". That made Johnny's eyes flicker towards the bar and whatever he sees makes his head cock so swiftly you think he'd attempted to crack it. "That's enough", he announces, standing up hastily, his chair screeches but at the raucous cheers at a scored goal, one making even John jolt in his seat and stem into the celebration, the sound drowns. "Sit down, Johnny", Ghost orders, words clipped as his team conceded and not desiring the Scot to stomp headfirst into something. "Not this time, L.T.", Johnny return, his eyes never tearing from the sigh at the bar. Only making the hulking man sink into his seat with a shake of his head, attention falling back to the game he follows with less intrigue with John's jab upon the scores. "Testosterone", you can't but chuckle to yourself, letting the others continue watching the game as you follow the Scot as he advances towards the bar.

Soap's attention is entirely set upon the man's as he steps up to the bar, even though he notices Marissa's eyes falling on him upon his presence. Satisfaction bleeds into his chest, a pride that he so easily gets her attention compared to this man's attempts. "Jog on, lad". The guy shift his light brown eyes to him, head tilting upwards from his seated position. Tension rolls through Soap's body, it curls like nails through the muscles bunching in his back and neck. He knows he's fallen into his role of Sergeant, arms crossed, eyes standoffish, jaw set and sentence clipped. But he doesn't care, not when notices the bob of the man's throat despite the attempted composed cock of his brows. Intimidated? Good. "Why? I think the bar's open for everyone and I'm enjoying my drink and the company", his gaze flickered towards forwards, over the bar "Enjoy it elsewhere and with someone that ain't spoken for". It doesn't take more than a second for the man to recognise what he said and the edge in his voice. His brows shoot up, eyes jumping to Marissa and then back to Soap. "Sorry mate", he doesn't offer any niceties as 'enjoy the game' as he slips from his seat. His back isn't straight, but even if it was he wouldn't have been taller than Soap. For the better even, the man leaves his half-finished drink at the counter, heading straight for the exit. Knew it from the start, ain't here for the game. Soap scoffs as he watches the man retreat from the bar altogether, knowing his night here wouldn't go anywhere.

"Spoken for, huh?" Upon Marissa's voice, Soap turns and faces her. One of her brows is cocked and despite her tone, the irritation having nested in his body slowly ebbs. "Aye, don't want anyone hitting on my lady", he mused, a smile that's been hard to muster coming easily as he leans against the bar as Marissa's brows shoot upwards in surprise. "Especially not one that doesn't buy any drinks for himself or ya". "And you saying you do?" Marissa cocks her hip, hand landing on her waist. "Would if ya let me". She's quick to shake her head, but Soap catches the smile that twitches the edges of his lips. "Ya owe me one after tonight", he hums, earning Marissa's attention as her face lifts, brown eyes locking with his. "For what? Scaring away a customer? I own this place, can call security and fix it myself", she challenges him, only making him break into a grin rather than shy away. "Know ya can", he winks at her, tapping his hands against the counter. "But because ya've spoken with me and not escaped to yer other customers like ya did with him". She'd opened her mouth, about to rebut when she snapped her lips close, pressing them together, eyes snapping down the bar. Indeed, people were waiting to order. Marissa didn't say anything as she made her way down the bar, but the look she sent Johnny still made his step light when he returned to the others by the table.

#sunshine universe #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x oc #johnny mactavish #soap call of duty #soap #dovie answers #anon tag

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Uneasy

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Krill didn’t need a lunch hour, but the practice was standard for all employees at his hospital, barring there was some sort of emergency, Many of the people he worked with chose to eat in the cafeteria where they had plenty of options to choose from, weather it be a salad bar or a a number of chain restaurants.

Krill on the other hand preferred the quiet atmosphere of his office, which he could now admit was a shameless museum dedicated to his time and adventures with the humans. pictures  lined the walls, all of him in various places meeting various people. The shelves that housed his medical textbooks also sported a myriad of souvenirs, but his favorite collectable pieces were all the different puzzles he had been gifted over the years.

He could put on some sllow, rhythmless music in the background and just relax.

And if he wasn’t busy, Riss would often joint him during thai lunch hour, coming to meet Krill from his office down the hallway, and usually he would bring with him a hypothetical scenario or topic about which they could argue shamelessly. Riss was already waiting for him, primed with a thermos of tea, and an expression krill recognized as someone gearing up for war.

However, he would never find out what Riss’s chosen topic was, as, at that moment, the door to his office burst open.

At this point he wasn’t even surprised to see who it was.

He was even less surprised to find that Adam had gone and disobeyed his direct instructions. The man was panting and leaning against the doorway fit to burst, by all rights he should have still been on bedrest gearing up to physical activity through weeks of gentle PT, but here he was panting and sweating like a man who had just run several miles at a dead sprint, missing his armor, and from what Krill could see, wasn’t even operating the SE exoskeleton.

Adam must have sensed his outrage, but clearly didn’t care in the slightest holding up a hand to stop krill in his tracks.

“Krill, its Sunny…..”

Adam didn’t have to hear the rest of the sentence to understand the loaded meaning behind those words. He stood abruptly, and so did Riss , the latter immediately pressing the call button, “Can I have someone bring a wheelchair to Dr. Krill’s office please.”

Krill made brief eye contact with Riss and thanked him before turning to Adam, “Where is she?”

“She’s almost here, I-”

“Ran ahead.” even as he spoke, krill could hear the sound of a nearby orderly making their way up the hall, as punctual as any one of krill’s employees ever was, and stopped behind Adam with the wheelchair.

Adam turned to look, “I don’t think she needs one, she’ll be-”

The orderly shook his head, “This is for you, sir.”

Adam frowned and turned to look at Krill, “But I.”

“Sit in the damn chair. I will take care of Sunny, so this means I am going to have to leave you for the time being, and judging by the look of you, you’ve already overdone it, so sit down and shut up.”

To his pleasure, Adam didn’t protest, hesitating just for a moment as he took a step back and sat down in the waiting chair. He reached down to the wheels, ready to take over from the orderly, but the man didn’t budge. He knew his boss as well as anyone in the hospital did, and at this moment, Adam was going to have to rest weather he felt like it or not.

Krill on the other hand neatly wrangled his concern and scuttled out of the doorway.

The orderly followed with Adam in tow as they headed down towards the lobby. Krill might have appeared calm on the outside, but at this point everyone should have been aware he was just a functioning ball of anxiety and rage. Were it not for his focus on Sunny, he would have been eager to stand there and throw things at Adam.

They met her halfway down the hall.

Krill was surprised to find that she was on two feet, and looking no worse for ware. She had a few cuts on her exposed skin, but otherwise there was no sign of real trauma, however the look in her eyes was enough to read.

This wasn’t about her.

“Right this way.” He ordered, and she didn’t argue with him as he led her off down the hallway and into an exam room. Adam hesitated at the door, but Sunny, calmly took over from the orderly and pushed him inside.

Krill had already pulled up her medical file before she had time to sit.

It must have been an odd image for someone like Adam, seeing a Drev sitting neatly on an exam table while another alien half the size of the first presided over the room, but f there was any humor or irony in the scene, he did not bother to point it out. 

Adam the goofball was gone, and even Adam the concerned husband had now faded.

Adam the Admiral sat straightacked in his chair eyes focused on Krill.

Krill might have said it was almost Creepy how much the man changed from moment to moment. In some ways, he almost seemed to subtly shapeshift. Adam the Amiral was taller, significantly older, with perfect posture, a raised chin,and a face that matched his prematurely white hair.

Cearly a coping mechanism, and something Riss would have been interested to observe were he here.

Krill turned his attention to Sunny, whose agitation was far more subtle, visible only in her mild regression towards more Drevlike behavior. In times of agitation she grew quieter, more calm, much more like the sunny she had been when she first joined the crew.

Riss might have said it was an artifact of trauma. When Sunny didn’t feel safe she had to close herself off, become more quiet, and more stern, which was probably the best way to respond to poor treatment from her mother. In some ways it probably wasn’t healthy, but in other ways it made her an ideal patient.

“Tell me.”

“We went to see Noctis, the visit didn’t go as planned, we were attacked, it was very very hot. There was this, creature, it grabbed me around the middle and squeezed hard, and all of that happened during a fight. I’m not sure if I am just making things up but something feels wrong.” 

Nothing about that sentence was good, sure there were times that people overreacted. Expectant mothers could be prone to worrying, but krill never ignored someone who felt that something might be wrong. In fact, and impending sense of doom can be a signal of heart attack, so why couldn’t feelings of concern indicate other health conditions? Hopefully it was nothing, but there was always the chance….

“How hard would you say it squeezed you?’ he asked moving quickly to check her vitals.

“Hard enough I found it difficult to breathe.”

“How much of that was due to the hot air.”

She shrugged, “At least some I suppose. “I can’t be sure,”

“Do you feel any pain, or discomfort?” Sunny paused and shook her head, “I don’t think so…. I just feel…. weird .”

Still that wasn’t encouraging.

He finished taking her vitals, and then had her lay down, Hands back and above her head. Krill turned back to the computer and turned on their imaging equipment, which dropped it’s way down from the ceiling and stopped over where Sunny lay. Krill booted up the machine and walked over, gripping the imager by a handle and pulling it closer examining the nearby imaging screen as he moved.

“The imager was capable of giving a real time representation of what was going on inside someone’s body, without motion blur or artifact to ruin what was being seen. It was a piece of technology he had acquired from his own home planet when the revolution ended the Vrul council.

It was one of his favorite acquisitions.

The scanner was capable of penetration scans that could be calibrated to almost any distance within reason. If you wanted only a single centimeter slice at a specific location, you would get it, and if you wanted a larger picture, you could get that too. Krill went for a side angle at a few inches eager to see any and all damage that might have been done to the womb or fetuses.

The image resolved itself rapidly, the computer applying color to a false image. The interior was bathed in orange light, the color of Drev flesh when filled with blood. Human flesh might have been called pink or even red, but that was only due to the presence of iron in the blood. In this case drev innards tended towards various shades of orange or yellow.

And beyond that there were the the fetuses.

Two of them curled into tight balls, unlike the surrounding walls, they hovered somewhere in the orange pink spectrum, still not fully developed enough to have grown carapace . At least one of them was distinctly more Drev than human, already showing signs of the elongated skull.

Both had heartbeats.

He continued to observe, “The good news is I can see two heartbeats.”’

Adam took a deep breath that was audible around the room.

Sunny did the same.

Krill frowned as he watched the screen, “however, I may be detecting mild signs of fetal distress.”

What relief there was soon vanished.

Sunny shifted, and Adam looked between the two of them, “What does that mean?”

Krill would have answered, but it was Sunny who stepped in to explain, “Fetal distress means a higher likelihood of preterm labor, low birth rate….. Fetal death and…. Spontanious miscarriage.”

Adam went silent, and so did Sunny.

Krill held up a hand.

“Now before anyone here starts to panic, I will inform you that the signs I am seeing are borderline, and I don’t think, life threatening, but, and I say this with all the respect and love I have for the two of you, stop….. Fucking…. getting …. Into…. Trouble. Right now, the both of you absolutely need rest.” he jammed a finger at Sunny, “And you need oxygen. If we move o this now we can treat before thins become dire.”

He jammed a finger at Adam, “And YOU, I told you, your body was not ready for this, and here I learn that ou ended up in a combat scenario. Completely unacceptable. I am admitting you both overnight, and I will not be taking arguments.

***

Adam waited until Krill was out of the picture to make his move.

It was dark, and silent on the ward, a relatively slow week for the hospital. Sunny lay curled on her left side chest rising and falling as oxygen was provided through, a drev made cannula, right to the breathing holes at the base of her neck. Adam waited for krill to step out before throwing his covers off and slipping across to where Sunny lay.

“You shouldn’t be up,”She said

Despite the bed not nearly being big enough for the both of them, he somehow managed to squeeze himself in next to her wrapping one arm around her waist Generally speaking he spent most of his time as the little spoon for logistical purposes, but not tonight

“They’ll be alright.”

He seemed so sure, which was unlike him. With Adam his energy, and anxiety usually went hand in hand. But tonight it was Sunny’s turn. Her family already had a history of difficult pregnancy and viable offspring, so despite his comforting words, she still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling building up deep within her chest. 

[ratasum]

Little piece from a post-Maguuma ficlet. Family, fear, and misplaced guilt. Featuring @wall-legion's Rissia.

“Hold it right there like that, Zigg! Perfect.”

The ALERT Krewe had never been busier. Probably not surprising- between Scarlet Briar and all the new dangers Tyrians had faced in Maguuma, a medical krewe of good standing found itself with plenty to do to keep itself busy. He knew his daughter Issa was just as loaded with work these days, and to know so much advancement could come from such a harrowing situation?

Well. It did an old asura good to know some good could come of all the tragedy.

He’d been in the middle of securing a bolt when a messenger all but came crashing into the lab, and he lifted his head before adjusting his glasses, listening as one of his team settled the poor runner.

“Easy- easy! Deep breaths. By the pinion gears, did you run the whole way here? Here’s some water. There. Gears, Gerre, you’d think someone was dying.”

The asura wheezed a bit, taking a long gulp of the offered glass of water before letting out a breath, her ears high and alert. “I know, I know- sorry, this was listed as Very Urgent and to deliver immediately to Pazz of Sworra.”

Pazz felt his heart clench. He knew he shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but both Rissia and Qirri had been in Maguuma fighting the dragon… and he hadn’t heard from either of them. “I’m Pazz of Sworra. Gerre, is it? What’s going on?”

“Word from Maguuma, sir,” she replied. “There’s an airship set to come in down at the docks. One of your daughters. She’s sick, very sick. They’re bringing her here for urgent medical attention.”

It was the worst thing he could’ve heard. “Did… did the message say which of my daughters?”

Gerre nodded slightly. “It was Qirri, sir.”

Qirri. His little spark. He’d worried so much since she’d left home again, and now it felt like all his worst nightmares were coming true. Zigg’s hand gripped his arm, snapping him out of his shock. “Pazz, go. Qiqi needs you. We’ll close up shop here.”

It took him a moment to nod, but he did, and he immediately hopped down from the ladder. “Gerre, I need you to take a message to Tixzi of Zeorri, my wife. Tell her Qirri’s sick and I need her to meet me at the docks.”

She popped off a salute as he was tossing his work apron aside. “Yes sir!”

He nodded, taking a moment to flip her a silver before tearing off out the door. He could only hope this wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

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The Rata Sum docks were buzzing with activity, especially with an airship lowering to dock in the water as close as it possibly could. There was movement on deck, a Dynamics medical krewe already in motion once the gangplank had been secured. The asura they were tending to was bundled in blankets, wheezing thickly, her eyes shut tight, beads of sweat rolling down her pale face.

And Rissia, tears in her eyes and staining her cheeks, holding tightly to her hand until they made her let go, Vezz standing quietly behind her. “Oh… oh, sacred geometry keep her, did you hear her? She could barely breathe!”

A dark hand rested on her shoulder as Vezz pulled her a little closer. “She’s where she’ll be able to get the help she needs, Rissi. It’s in the alchemy’s design now.”

She immediately shook her head, pushing her hands back through her hair. “I should’ve been paying more attention! How long- how long had she been sick to have gotten this bad? Vezz, what if I’ve killed her-”

“Absolutely not. Rissia, listen to me.” Vezz’s hands were cradling her face in a heartbeat, focusing her wide, wet turquoise eyes up at him, brushing away tears with his thumbs. “You’ve not killed Qirri. This is a terrible accident. We were all stressed, a lot was happening, and she was going out of her way to hide it from us. This is not your fault, Riss. Not yours, not Garrus’s. Hell, not even Qirri’s. All right?”

Rissia sniffled, pressing her face into his hands, but she did nod, hands coming up to grip his sleeves. She would have said something, then, but another voice joined the fray, this one from down on the docks. “Riss! Rissi, is that you? Down here, sparkler!”

Her head lifted, ears perking slightly. “Dad…?” Turning her head, her shoulders dropped and she choked out a sob. “Dad!”

He was up the gangplank in an instant, throwing his arms wide for his daughter as she tore away from Vezz to fling herself into a hug. One he immediately reciprocated, pulling her in tight. “I’ve got you, sparkler. It’s okay. You and Qiqi are home now. Everything’ll be okay.” He paused, then, lifting his head to look towards Vezz. “...thank you, for seeing them home. Did Garrus come with you?”

“He stayed with Aurene. I think he believes Qirri’s mad at him.” Shifting his weight a bit awkwardly, he folded his hands behind his back. “Which… I very much doubt she is. She’s not well, and she was upset at having had to leave at all. Once the dust clears, I’m certain it’ll be fine.”

Pazz gave a soft, mirthless chuckle, kissing the top of his daughter’s head before letting out a sigh. “I’m sure. Here, come with me, both of you. Tixzi will be here soon. They’ll need time to get Qirri settled, so we’ll want to get some food into all of us.”

“I’m not really hungry,” Rissia mumbled against his shoulder.

Chuckling again, Pazz patted her back gently. “I know, sparkler. But you’ll be more miserable if you don’t eat.”

Vezz glanced between the two of them, then cleared his throat. “We could go to my mother’s restaurant, in Soren Draa. The Omnomnomicon. I’ll send a bird ahead, let her know we’re coming.”

“Oh, your mother owns that place? Zigg gets us lunch there sometimes. Great food, if unconventional. Sounds like a perfect idea.” Pulling Rissia back slightly, he tipped her chin up gently with his finger. “What say you, sparkler? That sound like a plan for now?”

Rissia pursed her lips for a moment, but finally she sighed, nodding faintly. “That sounds good for now.”

“Then that’ll be our plan. Come on, let’s go meet with your mother. Then we’ll have a sit while we wait for some word.”

#bunny writing #pazz #keeper vezz #arcanist rissia

[sarcasticdolphin]

A ... better blocking of Schatten.  Schönbrunn 2023, take notes. 

For @fitzrove, whose version of  Schönbrunn 2022 inspired this.

Cut for length

Ground rules:

I do not claim this is a perfect blocking. Other people will undoubtedly have their own ideas.

Descriptions will be before the sung lyrics they go with.

For some reason, if they have to use the whip (because of idk, a sponsor or something) then Lucheni can hold it during the Frau Wolf scene or something. Tod doesn’t need a whip. 

(Somewhat of a tangent). Everything Tod does should look easy. It doesn’t matter if your Tod is Mark Seibert or Oliver Arno or (I’m too lazy to look up who is actually the scrawniest person to actually ever play Tod). While Mark putting little Rudolf on his shoulders does make a cute and somewhat unnerving image, he had to strain, even if not much, to get him off. Death should never look like he is physically straining himself - it detracts too much from the character. To this end, no carrying other characters (Elisabeth .... Rudolf) offstage unless it looks easy. The only version that does this where it actually does look easy is Uwe and Pia. Otherwise, I’m on team drop the empress. 

No physical changes to the stage itself. 

Yes, much of this should be familiar to those who know other productions very well.

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Intro: Enter Tod - reserved, like he is waiting for something - or someone. He pauses beneath the arch. Rudolf enters with the piano, disheveled, jumpy, and sits on the front part of the stage (same area they sat in 2022, just in the middle facing the audience, not on the steps). He glances left and right, as if he thinks someone is following him, before letting a breath out and hunching over, letting his face fall into his palms. Tod sees this, smirks, stalks up to Rudolf - like a panther-, making the same gesture by Rudolf’s head that he did earlier, and takes a seat right next to Rudolf - as close as possible without making physical contact

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Rudolf jumps a bit when Tod starts singing, but relaxes at the end of the phrase and lays his head on Tod’s shoulder. His eyes should flutter shut. He knows Tod. And trusts him.

Tod: Zeit, dass wir uns endlich sprechen Zeit, das Schweigen zu durchbrechen Du kennst mich, ja du kennst mich!

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Tod raises Rudolf’s chin from his shoulder, turning so they face each other and going in closer. There is an attempted kiss that Rudolf narrowly avoids, standing as he does.

Tod: Weißt du noch du warst ein Knabe Als ich dir versprochen habe Dass ich dir... immer nah bleib!

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Rudolf walks away from Tod a few steps before turning back to him, almost as if for reassurance.

Rudolf: Oh, ich hab dich nie vergessen Meinen Freund, nach dem ich rufe Wenn mich meine Ängste fressen

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Stands, taking a step closer to Rudolf and putting his hand on Rudolf’s shoulder, comforting him.

Tod: Ich komm, weil du mich brauchst!

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Tod moves Rudolf by the shoulder so he faces the audience.

Both: Die Schatten werden länger Und doch bleiben alle blind und stumm Zum Klang der Rattenfänger Tanzt man wild ums kalte Grab herum!

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Tod adjusts Rudolf’s shoulder as they turn towards each other again. He goes in for another kiss. Rudolf narrowly avoids it again and stumbles a few steps away.

Both: Die Schatten werden länger Es ist fünf vor zwölf Die Zeit ist beinahe um!

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Rudolf perks up a bit - he cares about this. He becomes more passionate, declarative. Tod smiles. Everything is happening as he wills it.

Rudolf: Zeit den Riss der Welt zu sehen Könnt ich nun das Steuer drehen Doch ich muss daneben stehen Man bindet mir die Hände!

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Tod steps up closer to Rudolf’s back and places his hands on Rudolf’s hips, slightly tugging him back until they are back to chest.

Tod: Nichts ist schlimmer als zu wissen Wie das Unheil sich entwickelt Und in Ohnmacht zusehen müssen

Rudolf: Es macht mich völlig krank

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Tod spins Rudolf and they do the dance - Tod manipulating Rudolf’s body, molding the prince to his wishes. (note this is the quasi-tango where they face each other, not the one where they are back to chest). Tod goes in for a kiss, but Rudolf dodges/flinches away again. This should be closer than the previous ones.

Both: Die Schatten werden länger Und die Lieder werden kalt und schrill! Der Teufelskreis wird enger Doch man glaubt nur was man glauben will Die Schatten werden länger Es ist fünf vor zwölf Warum hält jeder still

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Tod tilt’s Rudolf’s chin up to look at him, his other arm firmly seizing Rudolf’s shoulder/upper arm.

Tod: Was hält dich zurück Dies ist der Augenblick Greif nach der Macht Tu es aus Notwehr

Rudolf: Notwehr

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They tango again, back and forth. Rudolf is more willing, following Tod’s lead as opposed to simply being manipulated.

Both: Die Schatten werden länger Was geschehn muss das muss jetzt geschehen! Der Teufelskreis wird enger Und man muss dem Unheil wiederstehen! Die Schatten werden länger

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Tod pulls Rudolf close by the hips. Rudolf starts to go in for a kiss, but catches himself and runs off. Tod smirks. He knows what is coming. Rudolf can’t escape him for long before exiting with the same easy grace that he entered with.

Kai... ser Rudolph wird der Zeit entgegen gehn!

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Bonus (Mayerling)

Rudolf chases the angels before seeing Tod at the top of that little set of stairs, just where Rudolf is crumpled in the prologue. He runs to Tod, gets and long and proper kiss, and then shoots, crumpling to Tod’s feet. Care should be taken that he takes a close a pose as possible to the one in the prologue.

#blocking schatten properly #credit to fitz for inspiring me to do this #I would be interested to hear anyone else's thoughts on this

[kibblej]

Badge Abusin’ Becky: White Alabama Cop Uses Stun Gun On Handcuffed Black Man ‘Shut Yo B***h A** Up!’

Source: Douglas Rissing / Getty Wonder why they call you “pig“? Here’s why. An Alabama cop, a white woman, is the main character in today’s ACAB …Badge Abusin’ Becky: White Alabama Cop Uses Stun Gun On Handcuffed Black Man ‘Shut Yo B***h A** Up!’

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[fantasymisfitsquotes]

Catching up with the Misfits

Riss : Elle's got me painting. We were up early this morning, to "capture the dawn".

Kallista : Well, our family all sketched pineapples yesterday. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Riss : Seems fair.

Kallista : Alright, one second.

Kallista : [shows a poorly sketched pineapple]

Riss : ... Very good.

Kallista : Yeah? And yours?

Riss : [shows a beautiful oil painting]

Kallista : ... You did that?!

Riss : Yeah, just this morning.

Kallista : Fuck off!

Riss : What!

Kallista : You did not paint that this morning.

Riss : Yes I did!

Kallista : You did not paint that this morning!!!

Riss : I did!

Kallista : I don't believe you.

Riss : You drew the pineapple!

Kallista : My pineapple is shit!

Riss : Well, it just needs a bit of shading. A little charcoal...

Kallista : Oh, shut up. When did you learn so much about art?

Riss : I had a tutor when I was a child.

Kallista : How long ago?

Riss : I was five.

Kallista : ... You could paint at five?

Riss : Are you angry with me for having a tutor?

Kallista : Evidently, yeah.

#riss #kallista #source : staged #imagining kallista with david tennant's accent is...wild #also this quote is so long hahahahhaha #but the vid is so funny #also how CUTE is this #riss and elle painting in the morning #kal's little family consisting of dorn and the girls #r i p

[hinac0lada]

oh

helLO SIR

#riss shut up #suna love i fink #hello why are his eyes so pretty #bruv.. i think im catching feelings again #aha jk ..maybe #we love to see it #not @ me ... double tagging the eye thing #how embarrassing #but anyway he <3

[ouikarwa]

your honor,

i don’t think, i AM in love 🙈 🙈

#riss shut up #thinking about them #always #unless im hungry or sumn my attention diverts #but i always come back to them🙈

[tsukkiscookies]

quick reminder that writing isn’t always perfect the first time you put it down on paper, it takes a few drafts and edits to turn it into something you’re proud of. so what i’m trying to say is don’t press the backspace key yet, finish the rough idea first because brain juice doesn’t come easy ]:>

man writing is hard

#i never follow my own advice smh #someone confiscate the backspace key from me #risse shut up #queue

[kunyoomis]

i’m honestly terrified that my irls find out about the existence of my writing blog lmao if that happens i’m immediately deactivating it and starting a new blog under a new name

#risse shut up #the way they've been dissing hq and fanfic writers #just let me live my life w 2d characters <3 #tho i really love all the usernames i have on all blogs tied to my main

[jupitcr]

“You probably think my face is red because of you but it’s not” / enzo but we knew

Blushy, flustered, sentence starters

“a bit DEFENSIVE, are we?” enzo teased, crossing his arms across his chest. “i wasn’t, but i sure am NOW.” cue the cocky expression spreading over his face. 

#&. answered #hesacrifices #great job riss Now you've done it #good luck getting his dumbass to shut up

[hawkandthecrow-blog]

Every year since I was 15 I have been the heroine from a classic work of literatúre for Halloween and I am squirming waiting for my boss to decide whether or not we can have a costume contest this year and I can pwn these bitches with a Hester Prynne cosplay

#Last year I was Lady Macbeth and next year I'm thinking Pheobe Caulfield #shut up riss