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𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖨𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖲𝖾𝖽 𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍

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SEQUEL TO: Que Sera, Sera

(An OC/Named Reader x Larissa Weems) (Bittersweet; Hurt/comfort; Good ending)

Title Translation: The stars incline us, they do not bind us.

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“I need to tell you something.”

“You need to tell me a lot of things.”

They were in a ‘school-owned van’ according to Larissa. She was driving, probably leading Odette to Hell, or maybe the Underworld, or even(if she was lucky), to California. Or New York.

Oh the thought of that was bittersweet. New York… New York… Somehow, Larissa managed to bruise her favorite memory. Making it hard to touch- to think of. Although maybe it was her own fault. If she weren’t so emotional, so easily attached, so much this and that, then… well. Then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad. Maybe she could have separated the woman from the memory. Maybe if she were a bit more dramatic, and wanted to make her companion hurt, she’d mention her old hopes and dreams right then and there. While she had Larissa trapped. She’d tell her how she used to wish upon each star in the sky, pleading that one day she’d be able to see New York with someone by her side. With Larissa by her side. Experiencing Times Square in the early morning; walking around Central Park until their feet hurt; stopping by an expensive bar to share a shot before losing themselves in the oily heaven of a fast food restaurant. They could’ve seen a movie. Or a show of some sort. They could have gone on a holiday - to see fireworks. They could have lounged in a well air-conditioned hotel room, watching TV and sharing stories. They could’ve seen the stars. The water. The lights from afar. They could have witnessed the world while sitting beside the one person they met so unceremoniously. So randomly. So… fatefully.

“I know,” Larissa’s voice cut into her thinking.

She held back a scowl. Since Odette agreed to hear her out, the two of them had calmed down. The tears were long gone, but that only made room for tension and suspense. Odette wasn’t sure what she’d hear and Larissa wasn’t sure what she’d say. Sorry wouldn’t be enough. Both of them knew that.

“…Well, are you gonna explain now or later?” She grumbled. Her arms had been crossed since the very moment she sat down, sending the world a message that read: Odette is very unhappy! But really the only one who needed to know that was sitting at her side, a center console being the only thing separating them.

Larissa held back a sigh.

“I’d prefer that you have all of my attention. Is that alright with you?” Her voice was soft, restrained; revealing the fact that she was trying oh so hard not to be placating. And mean. And desperate. Really, all she wanted to do was grovel - to dispel Odette of her negative emotions… but she knew it would come in time. And she knew she’d understand. Somehow. Someway.

And of course she was well aware of just how terribly their sweet bridge burned… just how charred and unrecognizable it was… just how broken. Fixing it would be hard. Piecing it back together… holding Odette’s fragile heart in her hands… It was an honor to have the heart in person, but it certainly made her task more daunting. Having to look into the beauty of her hazel eyes, having to spill the last bits of her life out on a platter - just to serve to the woman she gave up. Even though, at the time, she knew she’d regret it. And she was right. Regret it, she did. Regret it, she did.

“Fine.”

The rest of the ride was quiet. Words died on their tongues; false starts were thrown to the ground. Odette was pretty sure Larissa was thinking hard about what she was going to say - and Larissa was pretty sure Odette was thinking hard about if she’d cry or not. There was a time, when they were still in the thick of their friendship, where Odette didn’t like crying. She was rather obstinate back then - always set in her ways, always eager to explain her opinion, always desperate to be heard; it was amusing at the time. Amusing and comforting. Familiar. Intimate. Old. And gone. Long gone. Carried by the wind, whisked away into the past, lost to the passage of everything. Destroyed by actions and events both in and out of her control. Decimated by Fate.

Always by Fate.

Cruel, unforgiving, horrid Fate…

…Loving, precious, beautiful Fate.

Fate that pulled them together, brought them to the same sea, and then pushed them apart, sending them to different lands. Only to have the tides take them right back to where they started. Floating in each other’s orbits. The Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies, destined- constantly- to smash into each other - to collide in a cosmic event that tore the universe in two. To meet beneath the setting sun, fated to say hello and goodbye. Hello and goodbye. Hello and goodbye.

Hello, Odette’s eyes read- warm and glimmering and welcoming and brilliant.

Goodbye, Larissa’s gaze responded- cool and detached and secretive, hiding hiding hiding all she felt.

Every emotion. Every bit of her soul. Allowing Odette to claw at her chambers and open her up a bit more, giving her permission to pull laughs and stories and memories. Letting her break through Larissa’s walls…… only to shove her out again. Violently. Pushing her off the edge of the abyss. And never looking back.

Or always looking back - depending on how one viewed it. Her dreams, for example, featuring getting another letter from Odette and finally sending one back; or her everyday desires, how cluttered her mind was with all of their words. Their thoughts. Feelings. Maybe her quiet longing meant she reminisced constantly. Or perhaps it was just a testament to her pathetic behavior. Always the coward, wasn’t she? Nevermore’s brave headmistress, equipped to take care of business matters and student issues; strong enough to lead a school with her gloved hands.

But not strong enough to send a letter. Just one. Pre-written, too. Enveloped, as well. But never sent.

God, how pathetic could a woman get?

“Please, come in,” Larissa spoke softly as she unlocked the door to her office and stood aside, welcoming Odette with a stiff body and pounding heart.

Naturally, the smaller woman was hesitant. Hesitant and angry. Ticked off. Pissed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you work at Nevermore?” Odette growled, storming into the office and approaching the desk before she whirled around and faced Larissa with a glare.

The tone of her voice- the accusation, the implication, the veiled disgust- had Larissa flinching; her heart nearly spazzing out in macabre surprise. And as if sling-shotted into defense, the principal let the door close harshly behind her while she straightened her back and fixed her shoulders and lifted her head, eyes ablaze with disbelief and rage.

“I suggest you fix your tone immediately,” she spat, “I don’t take kindly to any amount of disrespect aimed toward me, my students, or my line of work, Odette. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care how long it’s been. Do I make myself clear?” Larissa’s expression was twisted into one of fury. Her hands were clenched into fists, her chest was heaving, her eyes were wide. Wide wide wide, staring at Odette as if she could barely recognize her. As if she were a stranger. As if all of their letters, their words, their love? would turn to ash should Odette dare to speak out against outcasts- should she dare to speak out against her family.

But she wouldn’t. Of course she wouldn’t. Odette was still the same woman she was in their letters. She was still respectful, still full of humor, still willing to listen listen listen and learn learn learn and love love love. She was just hurt. Torn apart in some ways. Picked at by Larissa’s clumsy hands, ripped at by her nails, pushed to the ground and stomped on… and not on purpose. She didn’t mean to hurt her, of course. She didn’t mean to break Odette’s heart. She didn’t mean to turn her life around. She didn’t mean to mean so much.

But she did. Whatever she intended to be didn’t matter because she did. She did mean the world. And she did hurt her old friend. And that old friend did come back to her. She’d always come back to her. She’d always want her. Odette knew that. But Larissa… well the fire that sparked within her eyes spoke to some uncertainty. To some mistrust. She never told her much about her job - she never told her much about herself. White lies were easily crafted through pen and ink. Avoiding questions could be a skill perfected. Memories, stories, conversations were different from sharing personal information. Working at Nevermore, for example, was serious and private… and risky. There was a chance that if she had mentioned it in the past, she wouldn’t have ever received a response from Odette at all. And that would have been the end of it. But since she kept it close to her heart, since she referred to her own unconventional looks in the vaguest sense possible, she had perhaps saved herself from a heartbreak far more bitter than the one she actually experienced.

Nevertheless - Odette’s annoyed expression fell instantaneously.

“No no no,” she began, swift and hurried and surprisingly soft, oddly reminiscent of their letters, as she tried to rectify her mistake. “No no that’s not what I- I didn’t mean it like that,” her hands pinwheeled, “I just meant- well usually working at Nevermore Academy would call for some mention, wouldn’t it? How could you just- I dunno- how could you just keep that from someone, Larissa?” It was clear that she was trying to tread the line carefully. Not step too far to one side and not fall onto the other; wishing that perhaps they’d just stayed in the middle of the street after all. Seclusion seemed far too intimate.

She’d spent all that time not knowing Larissa’s face and loving her anyway. How on Earth was she supposed to be normal in her company after finally seeing her? How could the Gods place someone like that in her path?

How could she possibly love her even more?

“I was uncertain. I didn’t know if you’d be very receptive or… kind.” Larissa’s response was measured but hesitant- like she finally realized just how silly she sounded.

“Kind?” Odette slipped her bag off of her shoulder and placed it on the wooden desk she leaned on - right before crossing her arms and shooting her old friend a look. “What do you mean kind? Was I ever unkind? Was I mean?” Hazel eyes rolled within her head. “Just say what you really want to say, Larissa. Stop beating around the fuckin’ bush.” It hurt her to be so assertive, to be so rude, but she was aching. And desperate to forgive.

Oddly enough, the no nonsense tone seemed to sober up the principal quite quickly, leaving her to take a deep breath and nod as she edged further into the room. It was her office, she could do what she wanted… but Odette was there. And for some reason, things were different when Odette was there. Things felt less like her own as she felt less secure. Because everything was her fault. And guilt was eating her alive. And Odette looked so damn beautiful even when she was upset.

“Okay.” Larissa finally decided, throwing her heart to the wolves. “Okay.” An elegant hand went out and gestured toward the couch near the fireplace as she glanced away from Odette’s withering expression. “Will you please take a seat and make yourself comfortable? I can make some tea or-”

“I’m okay, thanks,” she was cut off.

The sharp tone had Larissa deflating, heart panging with guilt as she hid her instinctive desire to pout. Kindness was not something she deserved, no, but Odette did not have to make it so difficult. She did not have to make the entire process, explanation and apology and all, so grating and awkward. Or maybe she did. Larissa wouldn’t know. Larissa never had to listen to the reasons why her old pen pal, her old friend, suddenly stopped responding to her. Larissa never had to experience the pain of abandonment like that and Larissa never had to stumble upon said old friend and wonder if she was even worth pursuing anymore. No, she never had to do what Odette did.

But she did have to make it right.

So she nodded, reached into her purse, and fished out a key.

“Then if you’ll give me a moment, I’ll be with you. There’s something I have to fetch first,” and without waiting for a response, Larissa ducked out of the room and walked into the hall - leaving Odette alone with her thoughts.

The exit was very abrupt, but Odette’s more optimistic tendencies told her to be patient with Larissa and allow her to collect herself. If she didn’t deem the explanation enough, then she’d simply walk out. She’d simply walk out, close the door behind her, find her way back to the Academy entrance, and book an Uber or something to get her back to the cabin. It would hurt, she knew. It would really really hurt. But it would be necessary. Some people are not supposed to know each other for life; some people are better left separated. They mixed like salt and sugar in their letters - unable to tell each other apart as Odette’s sass rubbed off on Larissa and Larissa’s vocabulary rubbed off on Odette. The age-old study of transferred traits between individuals in frequented close environments was only proven within their friendship. But being face to face was entirely different. Larissa was gorgeous, first of all. Such long legs and porcelain skin and perfect snowy hair and refreshing floral perfume and red lips and blue eyes and velvety rich English tone. So lovely. So out of Odette’s league…

Letting out a relenting sigh, black sneakers took her over to the couch Larissa had gestured to. She suddenly felt so drained. Like the entire mess of bumping into her old friend had just gripped her vitality in both hands and tugged it away from her. If Larissa felt the same, it didn’t show. Though then again, Odette had a feeling that she didn’t let many things show in the first place. Emotion was weakness in an authoritative position - especially when the one feeling emotions was a woman. A beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who probably ran her school with much prestige and pride. Because that’s just the type of soul she was; Odette could remember that with fondness. The woman’s determination. Her success in everything she put her mind to. It was admirable. It had Odette looking around, taking in the dazzling decor of the office she sat in - feeling some sort of warmth coil within the corners of her soul. It was only a moment later, after she admired the mirrors on the ceiling and the walls and the golden details and high-backed leather rolling chair behind the long mahogany desk, when she realized that it was pride. She was full of it. Pride. Pride for Larissa and only Larissa.

Good memories of the other woman’s childhood were few and far between. Life had been difficult for her; being cast into her brother’s shadow, being outed by a trusted girl that she kissed one too many times, forced to remain in second place during her school days as her roommate took gold every. single. time. Her life had been frustrating. Maddening. The paper did very little to muffle the hurt in Larissa’s heart - Odette could feel the scorn and sadness even from California.

But in that moment, soaking up the lavish office Larissa found herself spending most of her days in, Odette could feel nothing but pride and relief. Larissa deserved to have her job. She broke her heart, yes, but she still deserved the world. And in her own way, she had it. Odette could not give her anything more. Except maybe acceptance. Except maybe understanding. But that was a thin rope she’d be walking on - balancing carefully - desperate not to ruin everything but understanding that she was allowed to be upset. Just because Larissa showed remorse didn’t mean anything.

Or it meant everything.

“I apologize for the wait-,” speak of the angel, “-I just felt it was necessary to pull this out first.” Larissa huffed as she walked through the office door. She seemed a bit out of breath while shrugging out of her coat and getting herself finally situated. And ever the curious soul, Odette turned to peer over the back of the couch with wide hazel eyes.

The ‘this’ Larissa was referring to was a box. Held in those strong hands, bare of gloves and delightfully elegant and long, was a box. It was small and dark with a golden locking clasp and metal detailing along the edges. It seemed mid-evil. Important. And Larissa held it tightly, still taking care not to scuff it or damage it as she sauntered over to the couch and took a seat on the opposite side. Odette watched intently as Larissa’s hands moved to cradle the box, keeping it close to her body like it was a precious child. The rest of her was a large contrast to her soft touch - she was sharp; all tensed shoulders, straight back, and grave features. It was clear just how uncomfortable she was. The clench of her jaw and line between her fair brows said enough. But despite that, and despite the way she perched herself on the edge of the couch, clearly not willing to settle into comfort just yet, Larissa still took a deep breath and cleared her throat. Then fixed her gaze onto Odette - who had yet to look away. It was hard not to stare. She’d never had that problem before, but with Larissa… well. Everything seemed to be different with Larissa. Including apologies.

“The last letter you sent me was on October 28th of last year. 2024…”

Odette watched silently as Larissa took a deep breath and began unclasping the pretty metal lock on the box.

“…that was after a very troubling time in my life…”

Porcelain hands curled into the depths, collecting its contents - all of which were hidden from Odette’s wanting eyes.

“…a time in which I was unable to respond.”

Her blood ran cold. She didn’t even let Larissa continue before her mouth was falling open.

“Why.” It wasn’t phrased as a question. It was phrased as a demand. Why. Why why why. What happened. Who hurt Larissa. Goddammit- she knew it! She knew something happened! She knew her friend wasn’t safe. She knew-

“I was stabbed. With a syringe of nightshade,” Larissa’s eyes snapped up and Odette felt her heart crack in two at the sight of the barely restrained agony in that midnight blue gaze. “And I fell into a coma… so I couldn’t respond.”

Odette didn’t know what to say. All she could do was frown. And blink. And try to push down the full-body ache that ran right alongside the tears fighting for control behind her eyelids. Well- well of course Larissa couldn’t respond. She- god she could have died! She nearly did! If Odette were in her shoes, their correspondence would have been the last thing on her mind. If Odette were in her shoes, healing and survival would be key. If Odette were in her shoes, she- well… she wouldn’t know because she wasn’t. And since she wasn’t, all she could do was swallow her tongue and allow her old friend to continue speaking.

“But, even so,” Larissa sighed, “I recovered. And still didn’t reach out.” Her hands were fidgeting behind the lid of the box while her eyes searched Odette’s, wading through the hazel warmth, trying to find purchase there. “And for that… I have never been more sorry.”

The hands moved. The lid closed. Something was placed in between them, resting on the soft cushions of the couch, delicate and familiar. All of them colored differently. All of them with a unique wax seal. All of them written to the same woman. All of them opened politely; all of them sliced clean across the top with a dull blade - leaving the seals untouched. Leaving the words unbothered. Still preserved in their sentimental beauty. Forever dedicated to Larissa Weems.

Even while she rested in Limbo, dancing within the grey space between life and death. Unknowingly fighting for her life while Odette cried into her pillow every night and tried not to think too hard about why the woman she loved just suddenly up and left her.

But she didn’t leave her. Not willingly, at least. Not with her permission. No, her life was nearly stolen from her body - ripped from beneath her hands by a wicked person that Odette wished she could meet so she could deck them in the fucking face. But she couldn’t, because that time was long gone and Larissa had already made her recovery and the other person was probably (hopefully) dead. So to put it simply, she was ultimately, a bit too late. And she couldn’t rewind and go back and tell her old self to send more letters for when Larissa woke up. She couldn’t go back and say “She’s hurt. Give her time.”

…But maybe it was good that she couldn’t. Maybe it was good that she couldn’t say a word. Because even when Larissa did have her time back… she didn’t say a word. She was probably recovering psychologically, but she didn’t say a word. No “Hey Odette, I’m alright. Here’s my number so I can text you while I recover from my coma.” No “Odette, I miss you. I got very hurt but I’m okay now. How are you?” No “I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you thank you for loving me and missing me back.” Not a bloody word.

Odette felt the tears spill over before she could stop them. Her eyes were stinging, her hands were shaking, her lower lip was quivering and she hated getting emotional but when she looked up into Larissa’s eyes, seeing the surprise and the horror and the guilt guilt guilt…… well she couldn’t suck the sadness back in. The tears were already down to her chin - and her mouth was already moving before she could stop it.

“I’m sorry.” It was hoarse- whispered- choked out into the tense silence of the office air. “I’m so so sorry, La-rissa,” her voice crack was embarrassing but she ignored it, choosing instead to watch the way the older woman’s expression turned into one of utter grief.

“No. No no no Odette you should not be apologizing,” and she shuffled closer, moving the box and the letters onto the table so she could grasp Odette’s forearms and hold them gently in her clammy hands. “Do you hear me, Odette? Absolutely not. No apologies. You did nothing wrong. I-” Larissa swallowed, eyes wide with urgent understanding and the intense need to comfort. “-I am sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I am sorry I didn’t respond. I was just- I was-” but she couldn’t say it. Her lips pressed together, firm in a hard line, and her brow furrowed; like the words teetered on the edge of her tongue but her teeth were thick iron bars, keeping them from spilling out.

Odette frowned, heart aching terribly as she moved to brush away her tears. With a sniff, she asked, “You were what? What were you Larissa?”

And the woman’s shoulders drooped. A sigh left her lips. Her eyelids fluttered, weighed by the implications behind her words.

“I- I was… frightened,” her hands moved away from Odette and went tangling themselves together in her lap. “I didn’t know if you’d- if I sent another letter, if you’d realize that our correspondence was not what you wanted after all. I mean the letter you sent originally wasn’t even addressed to me, so why would you want to… why would you want to dive back into something you finally escaped?” And Larissa’s tone grew so soft, mumbled beneath her breath, that Odette had to strain to hear. “I was scared that you’d realize you didn’t know me. And wouldn’t want to be- wouldn’t want to talk with me… anymore.”

Odette blinked.

Then blinked again.

“Are you an idiot?”

Honestly she didn’t mean to say it. It was one of those moments where something lingered in the back of the mind and you told yourself not to say it but you got so caught up in not trying to say it that you just said it anyway. And it was quite comical really; in her sad dramatic haze, Odette looked at her old friend with a queer expression and a tilt of her head. It had Larissa’s eyes widening- the tears falling down her cheeks but no longer sparked by sadness; they fell just to fall.

“Excuse me?” Her lips parted in shock. Odette wanted to kiss them.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to- god-,” she sniffled and wiped away the rest of her tears before fixing Larissa with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, it’s just… well… I’m not really sure how you could think that. I’m not the- the type. To regret, I mean. And certainly not the type to regret you. I mean you’re so- you’re just so- ya know.” Odette’s hands rolled over and over in the air, utterly desperate to get her point across in one big huff.

But Larissa had absolutely no clue what the fuck she was talking about.

“Odette-”

“You’re just so amazing!” Larissa flinched at the outburst as the younger woman stared with wide watery hazel eyes. “Amazing! And smart! And so eloquent- and I’m just so lucky I was ever able to be your friend in the first place! And I even- I-” she looked down, glancing at the letters on the coffee table with fondness, “I kept your letters too.” She smiled. “All of them. I mean they’re hidden away now, to avoid any sadness ya know but- they’re still there. They’re still there. They always have been…”

“Odette-”

“…And like honestly, that should come as no surprise! Your writing is lovely, really and- and you’re lovely! You’re-” she took a deep breath, her shoulders heaving with the strength of it, “perfect…”

“Alright that’s not-”

“So beautiful, too-”

“Oh- thank you, but-”

“And funny and creative-”

“Yes, thank you Odette-”

“And sparkly! Strong! Sophisticated and intelligent; god Larissa you don’t even know. I’ve been hooked ever since that first letter. And then the second? Girl, I was gone. Just absolutely-” Odette pressed a few fingertips to her head, at an angle, before theatrically throwing her hand away, “-gone. Totally out of this world type of gone. And I’m so happy you wanted to be my friend after that- I’m so- I’m so lucky that you didn’t think I was too nerdy or annoying or rambly or- or anything but myself! And- and-”

“Odette!” Larissa shouted, surging forward to wrap her hands around the other woman’s biceps.

“And I think I’m in love with you!”

…

“..What?”

Pale hands slipped away from shapely arms.

“No-” Odette’s face fell, her expression slowly replaced with one of sheer undisturbed terror. “No no no-” She began shaking her head. Back and forth and back and forth. “No no no no- that wasn’t supposed to come out- not now. Not here-”

Larissa was frozen. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with-

“Nono no no no oh god Larissa I’m sorry- I’m so sorry I didn’t mean- God I’m just, I’m just fucking this all up! Please ignore me. Please don’t even-”

Larissa watched distantly as Odette’s chest rose and fell with a heaviness, expanding and compressing and falling flat as she hyperventilated. So panicked, she was. So uncertain. Even though she finally- finally- told Larissa all she had been wanting to hear for so long.

I think I’m in love with you.

A smile crept across red lips.

“-I promise I’m not a creep, I promise the reason why I was writing to you did not just rely on the fact that I love you. Actually, just forget I said that! Forget I admitted anything because it’s- it’s not true and-”

“I think I love you too.”

“-and whatever I’m saying is just spilling out for no reason because I’m nervous I’m seeing you again and- and-……. What?” Odette gaped, eyebrows shooting up to the heavens.

Larissa found it endearing. A warm blush ran to her cheeks.

“I said,” came her stuttered breath, “that I think I love you too.” And with that, a slender palm was running along the curve of Odette’s soft jaw and beckoning her closer. It was slow, it was loving, it led her into heaven as Larissa’s blue gaze melted and her red lips parted - so beautiful - so wanting of Odette’s affection.

“What- is happening right now…” the redhead murmured, eyes wide as their lips brushed together oh so softly-

“Do you want me to stop?” Larissa spoke, hesitant and in need of reassurance.

Odette blinked, glancing from one blue eye to the next before she cleared her throat and placed a palm on Larissa’s shoulder. It kept her in place while she leaned back.

“No just- just pause. I have to show you something first too. Is that okay? Just like two seconds, don’t even move.” Then she was popping up from the couch and going over to the desk, immediately bending to rifle through her purse for something.

Larissa watched her hurried movements with keen eyes, feeling the thump of her heart in her ears. She was planning on kissing Odette senseless, but clearly the other woman had different plans. What she possibly could have stopped her for was beyond Larissa’s comprehension, leaving her frazzled and on edge until the redhead went ‘Yes! Got it.’ and came dashing back to her side. There was a soft smile on her face when she wiggled closer, pressing their thighs together before depositing something in Larissa’s lap.

“Read it… it’s important.”

Larissa glanced into the hazel eyes of her companion. Only warmth existed there. No betrayal. No contempt. Nothing but love and acceptance and a soft swirl of melancholy. There was no reason not to trust her. There was no reason not to open the letter in her lap.

So she did just that- and squinted as she read the unfamiliar handwriting.

'Dottie,

I’ll start with saying that it hurts that you’ve found someone else, but I’m also really happy for you. It’s like a weird mix of feelings. You know what I mean. Anyway, she sounds great. Like really great. Don’t be sorry for going into detail; you have every right to do so. Maybe, in future though if we keep talking, don’t mention her so much? You used to talk about me that way too once upon a time, but it was also different. Like now it feels more… real. Probably because I’m not the one on the receiving end (of your romantic love at least), so it’s not the same. But that’s okay! That’s okay. You deserve all the good feelings, Dottie. You deserve all the good love. This ‘L’ person sounds cool. A little too formal for me, but cool. I hope she treats you better than I did. And if it just so happens that she drops your heart, tell me - cuz I’ll always wanna pick up the pieces. Glad you’re doing okay.

Talk next time, Mirabelle’

As if sensing that she finished, Odette’s voice came in a soft whisper. “She wrote back somewhere around mid-March. I didn’t um… I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. I didn’t wanna stop talking. So I just sort of responded and set her down gently and said look… I’ve found someone else. And I really cherish this person… and because of that, I can’t let them go.” A pale hand snuck around Larissa’s wrist; it was warm while running up to her palm and slowly interlocking their fingers. “And you uh- you did drop my heart,” Larissa grimaced at the reminder, “But I didn’t wanna reach out to her. Cuz like, at that point, the little pieces had little L’s written all over them and someone with an M name just can’t put something like that back together…… ya know? Am I making sense?”

Larissa turned to look at the redhead, giving her a soft look as she started speaking again.

“Cuz like if I’m not, just tell me. I know it’s really weird I didn’t say anything. But I didn’t wanna lose you and maybe I was scared too that you’d realize you didn’t want this anymore and- I- I dunno. Like you’d come to your senses as well and-”

“For such a beautiful writer, you ramble off track quite often. Did you know that?” Larissa interrupted, not unkindly but instead with a playful little smile on her red lips.

The sound of that low voice had Odette pausing. A rosy blush grew across her face.

“Yeah I- it’s a habit. Sorry…”

“I didn’t say that for an apology,” Larissa shook her head, turning to give all of her attention to the woman next to her. “I said it because I find it fascinating. I find you fascinating. Utterly so.”

And there wasn’t even a hint of dishonesty in her warm expression. Odette could hardly believe it. Her? Fascinating? When Larissa was so… Larissa? Goodness. Well. She shot her companion a shaky smile before giving her a lazy shrug.

“I mean I’m not- ya know. Crazy cool or anything.”

“You are to me,” Larissa offered, amusement lacing her tone as she slowly leaned forward. “To me, you’re cooler than ice.”

Odette let out a little scoff of a laugh, looking over the other woman’s features with love. Oh those blue eyes… endless… and that strong nose… divine… and those red lips… plush… getting closer…closer… so close…

“Just kiss me already,” Odette breathed, her arms sliding up around Larissa’s neck, lazily draping over her shoulders. “Please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely~”

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I don't like this so much but I hope it's alright. Tell me what you think? And do let me know if you'd like to see more Odette. Love you much! - Rip x

(P.S. I know Que Sera, Sera is spanish/italian and this is latin. I know.)

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#rippersz #fanfictionwriter #fanfic #fanfiction #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wlw fanfic #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x you #ripleysocs #happy ending #larissa weems x oc #principal larissa weems #principal weems

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Symphonies by LarissasChristies

(AO3 Link in Title)

Summary: You are Lillian Crowe, a young cellist hired by Larissa Weems as the new Music Director at Nevermore. You quickly develop feelings for Larissa, but the other woman is guarded, walls built high from years of having to protect herself. Will you be able to show Larissa that she deserves to love, and to be loved in return?

Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 1,506

HUGE thank you to @weemssapphic for being my beta!

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You looked around the grandiose office, taking in the decor the principal had chosen while waiting for her to arrive. Compared to the rest of the school, it was rather plain, but you could tell that each piece had been selected with purpose and care; the two leather armchairs, one of which you were now sitting in, matched the leather chair sitting empty behind the principal’s desk, the oxblood curtains covering the floor to ceiling windows, the two chandeliers casting a warm glow across the room, all meticulously selected and placed by the principal herself. You lost yourself in thinking about the woman behind the decor, zoning out to a point that you didn’t hear the door to her private quarters open and click shut as the principal appeared.

“Good morning,” she said, her words lilting with a British accent. “I am Principal Weems, and you must be Lillian!”

You stood and whirled toward the sound of her deep voice, having been jolted from your thoughts by her sudden arrival. A small gasp escaped your lips as you took in the woman before you; she was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and her crystalline blue eyes pierced your own as she strode toward you with her hand out in greeting. You took the opportunity of the space between you to really look at the woman as she made her way to you. She was wearing a form-fitting tan dress that stretched deliciously across her hips, the heels she wore making her even taller than she already is, and her white-blonde hair was perfectly pinned in a gorgeous updo. As your eyes made their way back to her face you realized she had already closed the distance between you. She raised her eyebrow at you and glanced down at her extended hand expectantly.

“Oh, sorry,” you muttered as you rushed to take her hand in your own, and your mind reeled at how small yours felt in hers. “Yes, uh, my name is Lillian and I am here to interview for the position of Music Director.” You fumbled over your words, still trying to recover from being caught off guard.

“Yes, of course.”,” Hher smile as she gestured for you to sit made your stomach clench and you did as she requested. You quietly dug your nails into your palms in a feeble attempt to pull yourself together as the principal launched into her introduction.

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You walked out of Nevermore with a huge smile on your face. The interview had lasted a little over an hour, Principal Weems asking questions and watching you with a shine in her beautiful eyes as she listened intently to your answers. You found yourself getting carried away a couple of times, but it seemed like the principal had enjoyed the passion with which you responded because by the end of the interview she had offered you the position. Once at your car, you did a little victory dance and took out your phone, and sent a quick text to your best friend before sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Hey Soph, guess what?! I GOT THE JOB!!! Drinks at my place this evening to celebrate?”

You hit send, locking your phone and dropping it in the cup holder before putting your key in the ignition and turning your car on, the radio coming to life playing the lively 4th Movement of Beethoven’s 7th Symphony, one of your favorites. The drive home was short, your apartment only ten minutes away from Nevermore,which was just enough time to finish the symphony. You turned the car off and grabbed your phone from the cup holder before getting out, gently closing the door behind you and walking toward your apartment. Just as you put the key in the front door your phone chimed, a text message popping up on the screen.

“Hell yes, babes!!!!! I knew you would get it, you’re the best cellist I know!!!”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, pushing your door open and tossing your keys into the bowl on your entry table before unlocking your phone to reply.

“I’m the ONLY cellist you know, doofus. Be here around 8.”

You gently slipped your feet out of the heels you had worn for the interview, sighing in relief as your feet relaxed. You hit send on the message as you slid your feet into your slippers, padding over to the couch. After getting comfortable and turning on your television, you found your mind wandering back to the principal, thoughts of finding something to watch gone. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the more you thought about her the hotter your cheeks got. Her deep voice, her crimson lips, those beautiful blue eyes…. what you wouldn’t give to get lost in those eyes and feel how soft those lips are. To hear her moaning your name.

Nope, you thought to yourself, this is your new boss! You can NOT be having these thoughts!

You shook your head and slapped your hands on your knees, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. Your stomach growled as you opened the fridge only to find a moldy apple and some week-old takeout from your favorite Japanese restaurant. For half a moment you contemplated eating the leftovers before your self preservation kicked in and you closed the refrigerator. Your phone dings from the couch and you lean over to grab it, a text from an unknown number on the screen.

“Hello, I apologize for getting your number from your file. This is Principal Weems. Larissa. I was wondering if you might be free this evening? I’d like to get to know you a bit better before the start of the term. Dinner at Koto, say 7pm?”

Your heart skipped a beat at seeing who the text was from. You quickly unlocked your phone and read the message again, your brain taking a minute to catch up with what was happening. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, the blinking cursor taunting you as you try to come up with a reply.

Come on, Lillian, she’s your new boss and simply wants to learn more about her new employee. It’s not that deep! You thought to yourself as you began to type.

“I’d love that, Koto is actually my favorite restaurant! I’ll meet you there at 7!”

You hit send before you could overthink and retype the message six times. As you took a deep breath to steady your heartbeat, a text from Soph came in. Shit.

“8 sounds great! Do you want me to grab anything on my way? I know your fridge is probably barren.”

You rolled your eyes, oddly comforted by how well she knows you, and clicked the message to reply.

“I actually can’t do it tonight, I'm sorry. Larissa— Principal Weems wants to hear more about my career prior to applying at Nevermore over dinner at Koto. Rain check?”

Three bubbles popped up almost immediately as Soph began to reply.

“Dinner at Koto?! Sounds like she wants to do more than just ‘hear about your career’ Lil ;)”

“Oh shut up, there’s literally no way. I am her e m p l o y e e.”

Your phone started to ring then, Soph’s face filling your screen as her contact photo popped up.

“I am her em-ploy-ee,” Soph mocked, her voice echoing around your apartment as you hit the speaker button.

“It is completely normal to want to learn more about the person you have hired to teach your students, it’s not a big deal.” You blushed, your cheeks getting hotter by the second.

“Wait. Am I sensing a hint of…. a crush?” Soph’s voice went up on octave at the end of her question, excitement clearly getting the best of her.

“NO!” You nearly shouted, your cheeks practically catching fire before calmly repeating, “No. I do not have a crush on my new boss. This is just a professional meeting between two coworkers.”

“Oh, my ass, Lil. You totally have a crush on your new boss. Is she taller than you? I bet she’s taller than you. You’re SO predictable.”

“And what if she is?” You said incredulously. You glanced down at your watch, “I’m hanging up now, I need to get ready. Goodbye!” You practically slammed your finger on the red button, briefly missing the days when you could dramatically snap your phone shut. You looked at your watch again: 5:15pm. You had about an hour to get ready before you had to leave and you had no idea what to wear.

Why does it matter, Lillian? Just wear what you’re wearing now, it’s not a date! You told yourself.

With a heavy sigh, you walked toward the bathroom to wash your face and reapply your makeup. Before you knew it, it was time to leave for Koto. You slipped your feet back into the black heels and grabbed your keys. You forced a deep breath to fill your lungs to calm your nerves before you headed out the door

#LarissasChristies #fanfic #Wednesday #wednesday netflix #Larissa Weems #Larissa Weems x OC #Lillian Crowe #Larissa Weems Fanfic

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Stately Sequoia

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21: Epilogue

#stately sequoia #larissa weems x oc #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie

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chaoticstateofaffairs · 4 months

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Blue-Eyed baby's pain

No summary, like at all, lol.

A big thank you to @cissyenthusiast010155 for reading it before I commited to actually posting it. 🥹😭♥️

Warnings: Mention of death, angst, our baby Larissa in pain. Dunno what else, my first time. I'm a fanfiction writer virgin, hehe. May be Eve, of Adam & Eve. 👀😁😅

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“My dearest, please! Please hold on! Please!”

Larissa awoke with a gasp and felt the bed beside her, she was once again faced with the reality that her love was no longer with her.

Her face crumpled and she let out a gut-wrenching sob, “WHY? Why was it her? Why…” She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest and sobbed.

Morticia heard the cries from her and Gomez’s room and carefully glided down the hall and entered. When she walked in there Larissa sat clutching her knees to her chest and sobbing. Morticia's cold heart broke for her old roommate, she knew what it was like to lose a love but not in that role but damn near close to it.

You see, she loves Larissa dearly, but she had to choose between Gomez and the blonde goddess and ultimately broke Larissa’s heart. But this was neither the time nor the place to think about that.

She eased towards the bed being very careful night to frighten her already on edge friend, “Oh Larissa, I am sorry, my darling.”

Larissa looked up and through her tears, she glared at Morticia sensing mocking which was not there upon eye contact. Larissa deflated once again, “Why did it have to happen to her and not me, Morticia?”

Morticia quickly made her way to Larissa and embraced her tightly, “I do not know, but I do know she is not sorry it was her instead. Larissa, it was Eve's time to go. I hate to say that, but she lived a long and very good life. The best part was her time she spent with you, but sadly she was prepared for it to happen at any moment.”

Larissa’s breath caught once again, “Morticia, I can’t do this without her.”

Morticia sighed and placed a soft kiss upon the platinum locks, upon laying her forehead on Larissa’s head, “I know, my darling shifter but you have too. Larissa, there is so much good left for you to do, so much happiness you bring to this world.”

Larissa collapsed into Morticia, “Mo, this isn’t a life I wish to live. A life of pain, misery, and loneliness.”

Morticia clutched her friend tighter in both fear and love, “Oh Rissa, you aren’t alone! You have all of those children, especially one very persistent and loving werewolf pup, she needs someone she can look up to besides that wench of a mother. You have Wednesday, while fickle, you still have her. Pugsley, he wishes to get to know you better. Gomez, he cares for you, you are his friend. And- “

Larissa looked up at the catch in Morticia's voice and when she did, she saw a tears in Morticia's eyes and one lone tear traveling Morticia's cheek, “And what, Mo?”

Morticia let a shaky smile upon her face, “Me, you have me. I wish to right all the wrongs I did to you and the heartbreak I caused. I know this isn’t the moment it should be said but Larissa, I love you. I still love you and when I came back to Nevermore to see Wednesday off, I was hoping to speak with you, to talk with you,” Morticia sighed, “I was hoping to start repairing our friendship first and then work on repairing our love. I even spoke with Eve once I figured out that she was your wife, and before you even start into me, I didn’t approach her first. She came to me and said I not hurt you again, that if I wanted to get to know you once again I could but on wrong breath towards you, I could no longer try.”

Larissa stared for a moment not believing this and then let out a bark of laughter. She tore herself away from Morticia and stalked across the room, folding her arms in front of her as a way of shielding herself. Approaching the window, she stared at the moon, “You expect me to believe all of that? You expect me to believe you’re sorry? You expect me to believe that Eve was the one to approach you? Threaten you? YO-“ Larissa was angry now, she saw Morticia rise from the bed, “Don’t you dare get close to me. Do you even know all the pain you’ve caused? Do you even know how much pain I am in now? I just lost my wife for fucks sake Morticia and now you’re telling me you love me?! You must truly be a self-centered fucking maniac!”

Morticia smiled as Larissa continued to rant and rave, while she didn’t want to tell the tall beauty, she had too. She knew that it would cause Larissa to finally let it all out, let out the anger and sadness she held towards herself, her late wife, and Morticia. She watched as Larissa raged on, listened as the beautiful shifter finally turned loose of all she held in. “Shes quite beautiful in this light. No, Morticia!” She hissed in her mind.

Larissa finally calmed enough and turned towards Morticia once realization dawned upon her, “You were always quite smart, much smarter than anyone gave you credit for.” Larissa sighed, “Say I do have all of these people, say I have you, but Morticia, I don’t have Eve. I don’t have my wife. I watched as the woman I love stepped in front of that bloody needle and held her while she died. I watched as the life drained from her eyes, I felt the last beat of her heart, felt the last breath leave her body. How do I go on without her?”

Morticia didn’t know what to say because everything was empty at this point, all she could do was prove to Larissa that she was not alone and she never would be again, “Larissa, I will not say I know how you feel but- “a realization dawned on Morticia, “Come with me.”

Larissa stared, “Morticia, I’m in my- “Larissa didn’t have a chance to finish as a yelp was pulled from her as Morticia snatched her from the room.

As they traversed the Addams mansion all Larissa could wonder was what Morticia had in her dark but beautiful mind now, “No! Bad Larissa! You can’t think that!”

They arrived at the conservatory and Morticia led Larissa to sit in one of the chairs as she took the opposite.

Larissa looked confused and let out a tired sigh, “What are we doing here, Morticia?”

Morticia, pulling the cloth off of her crystal ball, said, “Talking to Eve.”

Larissa’s eyes widened, “What? But Morticia you- “

Morticia, with her mind made up, “Hush, Larissa. Give me your hands.”

Larissa sighed in defeat, “Fine. Now what?”

Morticia smiled, “Close your eyes, see her in your minds eyes, and call out to her.”

After a few moments of Larissa doing as Morticia said she heard a voice and felt a hand upon her cheek. The voice said, “Open your eyes, my love. Let me see them one last time, yes?”

Larissa gasped and felt a tear slip down her cheek, she cautiously opened her eyes and when she did, she was granted the sight of her Eve. Larissa choked out a sob, “Oh, my darling! My love! Oh, how I’ve missed you!”

Eve smiled, “I have missed you as well, sweetheart.”

Larissa looked at Eve and knew she had to ask, “Why? Why did you step in front of me, Eve?”

Eve smiled and sighed, “Larissa, I’m over 3,000 years old. I’m Eve, I’m one of Gods first creations. I lived a long and filling life, while it may not have seemed as such to you, I have. And I knew that you would be in good hands, I mean look at her. She’s using all the power she has to bring me forth, and look at Enid, she absolutely adores you Larissa and you her. All of those children at Nevermore look up to you, and yes, even Wednesday. You have so much left to do and so much more good to bring, so please don’t try and follow me. Stay here and learn to be happy once again.”

Larissa, sobbing at this point, just nodded. That’s all she could do, she understood what Eve was trying to say and she knew she had to remain on earth, for now anyway. Her time would come eventually, but not for a very long time. She looked to Morticia and saw that she was getting weaker the longer Eve stayed, she knew she had to say goodbye.

Larissa once again looked at Eve, “I love you, you know. I will never forget you and I certainly won’t let you go completely, my favorite apple stealer.”

Eve giggles and smiles, “And I shall never forget you, my love. But I do have one request before I go.”

Larissa looking confused, “What’s that, my love?”

Eve smiled and looked at Morticia out of the corner of her eye then back to Larissa, “Find happiness again, yes? Be happy and find love or at least allow it to return.”

Larissa knew exactly what Eve was trying to say and glanced at Morticia and back to Eve, “I will, I will certainly try. I-“Larissa choked up once again, “I love you, Eve. Goodbye, my love.”

Eve smiled gently, “And I love you, my sweet darling. Goodbye, Larissa.” and with that Eve faded away.

Larissa let out a loud sob and Morticia, now back to herself, rushed to embrace her friend, “I’ve got you; I’ve got you. Let it all out, my darling shifter. Let it out.”

Larissa, while heartbroken, knew it would be ok eventually. Sinking into the arms of her friend and eventually something more once again, let it out. Let out all the pain and sorrow.

Larissa’s cries echoing through the conservatory, out of the window, and through the trees was heard by the animals, goblins, and ghouls, and all cried with her.

It would take some time but down the road she would find that happiness again, she would work alongside the two she loved the most and have 4 children whom she adores. Wednesday, Pugsley, Wednesday's girlfriend and her adopted daughter Enid, and a little feisty black-haired, blue-eyed Evert running around. By God she vows to never again use that spell when having sex with Morticia, especially after it cost her 4 months of sex. She found her happiness once again, found her loves once again, and found her family. Larissa was happy and settled, now she just hopes Wednesday would quit dragging up cases to solve before her hair really goes white.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems angst #mortica addams #netflix wednesday #larissa weems x oc #larissa weems x morticia addams #larissa weems x gomez addams x morticia addams #angst with a happy ending #angst #tw death #death #death mention

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chemtrails-over-the-cvntryclub · 4 months

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Always Almost

Author's note: heyyyyy y'all (don't attack me for that) making fanfics is definitely something that's new to me, I don't even really write in my free time so definitely don't be expecting some shakespearean story lol just doin my best, but I’m soooo excited to join the fanfic community and can't wait to share my writing with all of you!!!

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Chapter 1: “A love story is always equal parts tragic as it is beautiful, everything is, well It's always almost. I’ll be telling you my story of the moment my almost became my always.” “Now I won't lie to you and say this story is in any way happy. No if I'm being honest this story is one of the most crushing in my life so if you choose to stay happy leave now, but if you choose to test the waters and hear one of the most beautifully tragic love stories please stay. I promise my, no not my, her story is worth it.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The crisp fall air hit me as I stepped out of my car. My eyes fell upon the absolutely glorious school that was nevermore academy, where I expected to spend the next few years teaching. As I made my way up the steps into the school I was almost immediately greeted by the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Her scarlet red lipstick paired perfectly with her ice blue eyes, her snow colored hair matching her cream colored dress, her hair twisted into a glorious bun framing her face in the most elegant way, and that smile the kind that shined so bright it would put a thousand suns to shame. I was not very instantly pulled out of my trance when I heard my name, it had to have been said at least 4 times by that point I just hadn’t taken the chance to notice. “Miss Winters?” She repeated “Hmm? Oh my goodness I'm so terribly sorry I don’t know where I was just then” I try to laugh it off knowing there's no way she hadn’t noticed my previous behavior. “It's quite alright” she let out the faintest yet most beautiful chuckle “I was just asking if you would like a tour of the school” “Oh I mean I'm sure you don't have the time, you probably have a list of things to do-“ She cuts me off “oh I mean I wasn't necessarily volunteering, we have students who give the tours,” My face instantly turned beet red, how could I have been so idiotic of course she doesn’t give the tours what kind of principle would have the time for that. “…but if you would like me to show you around my schedule is actually clear for the afternoon” “Well if you insist, I'm sure no one could give a tour as well as… my goodness I apologize I don't think I caught your name” “Well maybe because I didn't throw it” she chuckles “I'm Miss Weems but you can call me Larissa”

Larissa Weems, a name that no matter how it was spoken always managed to sound like that of an angel, and I was determined to make that angel mine.

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#wednesday netflix #larissa weems #principal weems #original character #awkwardoc #shesjustalilsillyguys #larissa x oc #larissa weems x oc #nevermore academy #f/f #f/f fanfic #character x oc #chemtrails-over-the-cvntryclub #wednesday

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laylajeffany · 1 month

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Do you love 19k of lesbians (Larissa Weems x OC: Holly Gallor from the Chaos universe) having the sex they've always deserved and getting married on a whim?

I was going to post this earlier but was too gay to function during my own manifested lake house getaway with the love of my life

#chaos for the fly #fanfic update #larissa weems x oc #OC: holly gallor #wednesday 2022 #takes place right after Larissa's awful cousin showing up/the weekend Wednesday is away at the Seer's gathering

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 10 months

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am?? i?? the?? only?? one?? waiting?? for an update for Fresh Cut Roses on ao3??? 🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️ bcs that fic literally is my saviour in the larissa x oc universe 😭😭😭

#principal weems #larissa weems #wednesday #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x oc

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blankat · 1 year

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How about "i can't do this without you" Larissa Weems x Reader :) something fluffy, maybe pregnancy related or angstyish with one of them being seriously ill but happy ending, man, I'm here for the happy endings. :P

helloooo!

love that we had the same idea about this line lol, connecting it to my previous one-shot, i've made the preggo one, hope you like it! *not proofread as always bc im an asshole*

15. I can't do this without you - Larissa Weems x fem!reader

warnings: pregnancy, giving birth, fluff, little bit of angst(kinda)

words: 1.9k

In the comfort of your home and the arms of your wife, you barely registered the warm liquid between your legs and on the bed. Slowly looking down, you barely saw anything besides your 9-month pregnant belly, and suddenly you just knew.

“Uhm, Larissa?” you turned to look at your wife, who was just about to close her eyes for the night and you felt a little guilty to disturb her peaceful almost-sleeping.

“Yes, Darling?” she barely said the words, when she felt something wet under her bare legs. With widened eyes she looked at you and cupped your cheeks, wiping the silent tears that escaped your eyes.

“I think my water broke.” you whispered smiling at her, hiding the fact that you would rather throw yourself off of Nevermore’s roof, you were so scared.

“Okay, baby. It’s okay. You stay here, lay down a bit. I’m going to call the midwife and get you some wet towels, okay? Do you need anything else? Something to eat or drink?” she hurried to the other side of the room to grab her phone and dialed the midwife’s number.

“Hey, Rissa, calm down. You won’t faint, right? I need you next to me.” you chuckled lightly and saw Larissa’s face soften. She smiled at you and as she opened her mouth to tell you something, you heard your midwife at the other end of the line.

“Claire, hello. Hope I did not wake you, but it seems it’s finally time, Y/N ‘s water has broken.” she said into the phone, not once taking her eyes off of you. “Thank you, lovely. Thanks!”

“You know, a cup of tea would be nice.”

You don’t really remember how did you get here, or how much time has passed since the phone call, but you were lying on your shared bed after a rather heated argument with Larissa about how you don’t want to ruin the covers but she insisted on you being the most comfortable you could in this situation, so you gave up and allowed her to help you on the bed. Meanwhile Larissa was quite overwhelmed with the fact that you are going to birth a literal baby, her baby, your baby and you are going to be a family finally. She was so excited about it up until now, when she heard your quiet profanities and the glistening sweat on your forehead, starting to damp your hair. She was scared, no, petrified that the baby is going to get hurt, or worse, you. She wouldn’t be able to live without you, she was picturing the worst scenarios in her head, having to raise your child alone, without you by her side. She wasn’t able to do that, you were the motherly type in this relationship, she was just the utterly lucky fool who got chosen by you, as an angel sent from heaven, and now you were going to push your child out of your vagina, a rather painful and traumatic experience. To Larissa, for sure. She felt dizzy, she got hot and she wanted to throw up, having no knowledge in childbirth.

“Larissa, are you with us, dear?” she heard Claire say and suddenly looked up, realizing that by now, you were in incredible pain, crying your heart out, maybe even already pushed a few. You were looking at Larissa, begging with your eyes to hold your hand or your hair or something. Begging her to be there. “She needs you.” the midwife whispered to Larissa, smiling faintly.

“Lar-Larissa, I-” you abruptly stopped, feeling another contraction coming, making you scream out in pain. “I can’t do this without you. Please”

Larissa grabbed your hand, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face, kissing your forehead.

“I’m here darling, I’m so sorry.” she whispered into your ear, and you finally, finally relaxed a bit, fresh tears streaming down your face.

“You are doing amazing Y/N, just a few more pushes I promise.” Claire said to you, and you gave her the faintest smile that night, taking a deep breath, waiting for the next contraction.

“Can-can Larissa sit behind me in the bed, may-maybe?” you stuttered, desperately wanting to be held by your wife.

“Of course.” The midwife gestured Larissa to sit behind you and she did so, holding you close, massaging your temples and whispering sweet nothings until the awaited contraction came, earning a murderous scream from you and your wife held you even tighter, kissing your face every now and then for comfort.

“Oh, God! Fucking hell!”

“You are the most amazing woman in my life Y/N. So strong and so beautiful. The best mother I will ever know in this life.” Larissa whispered, making you cry even more.

“Larissa stop, I’ve been crying for so long that by now I’m eating my snot and I’m all sweaty and smelly, and I’m just screaming, I know you don’t like when I raise my voice and I promise I tried at the first few pushes but, hell, this is worst than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.” you said, voice a little panicked but your wife just grabbed a clean wet towel and started wiping your face then combed your hair a little with her fingers.

“Eating snot or not, you are amazing. And our baby is going to be the most beautiful in the whole World.” Larissa’s words almost made you forget why you were eating your snot in the first place but then another contraction came, making you feel like you are being ripped in half, making you so vulnerable you could only yell and scream in agony.

“Okay Y/N, one last push and she’s out.” Claire smiled and Larissa’s eyes widened at the revelation of the gender of your baby.

“She?” you cried out, wanting to talk a little more about the matter but you were unable as the last contraction came, making both you and your wife scream. Suddenly you felt a huge wave of relief washing over you. Smiling, you looked at Larissa, who kissed you tenderly, only breaking apart when you finally heard the shrill cries of your newborn daughter. You both looked at Claire, who was holding the tiny human in her hands.

“She’s beautiful and healthy, just like her mommies.” she smiled, handing you the baby and you heard Larissa gasp above you, her hand gently laying next to the baby, afraid to touch her.

“Aren’t you gonna touch your daughter, Mommy?” you asked her, grinning heard in your voice but she didn’t comment on it, like she usually would, she just ran her hands over her daughters thick hair carefully.

“I think I am going to faint” you heard Larissa whisper, her hold loosening around you.

“LARISSA, NO-”

A few hours later, early in the morning, around 6am, you got up to get a cup of water from the kitchen when your phone buzzed on the counter. You quickly grabbed it, a message from Wednesday appearing on it. Odd, you thought.

‘Heard you gave birth. Literally. Congratulations.’

You chuckled to yourself, typing a quick reply to the girl.

‘Indeed I did. Thank you. But you should be aware that it was the type of pain even you wouldn’t enjoy Ms. Addams, nevertheless, thank you for your kind words.’

‘Bet you are just exaggerating as the fragile human you are Ms. Y/N.’

You smiled, not replying to the raven haired girl, instead you finished your water and returned to your bedroom where you were beyond surprised to see your wife sleeping on her back, an occurrence that rarely happens, with your daughter on her chest, her arms protectively around the infant. You let out a happy sigh as you climbed back next to her, careful not to wake them. Pulling the covers over your body, you just watched them for a while, thinking about the amount of happiness you felt, which was unknown to you. Up until now.

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Larissa Weems x Fem!Wife!OC

*oneshot*

Summary: A few months into your well-hidden relationship, caution is thrown to the wind.

Warnings: slight Angst.

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Larissa and I had been dating for three months already. God, it felt like only days.

So far we'd kept it professional in public, outside of her office or either of our apartments within the school. None of the other staff knew, Larissa wanted to wait until the 5 month mark before she told anyone in the Academy. I understood that, she wanted to protect her image in her workplace.

For her, the faculty's opinions were more important given she was of a much higher station than I was. Still, I wished I could kiss her openly without hesitation, but I understand and respect her boundaries.

A student stood in front of me at my desk, I glanced away from them and scanned around for my assistant, Silvie. I suppose she was busy, or on her smoke break. I looked back to the student "how can I help you, dear?" I gave them a professional smile.

They tapped their fingers together nervously, head lowered in a subservient way "I- I uh... I'm looking for a book" I leaned back in my desk chair, softening my expression and attempting to put less pressure on them "what kind of book?"

"a uh- a fantasy book. Yknow, the kind with magic and- and dragons!" Their eyes seemed to shine at the mention of dragons, and I chuckled in amusement "I'm guessing you're a fan of dragons, then?" I brushed off my flared leg trousers as I stood up, this timid little 13 year old looked up at me like I was the most imposing person they'd ever seen as I stood over them. I couldn't help but hold back a smile, Larissa would make this child look like an ant at her feet.

"y-yes. They're so powerful, and free!" The little student exclaimed, making me laugh lightly. I moved my glasses to sit atop my braided auburn hair, pulling my cream coloured cardigan around me as I shivered against the cold drafts of the library.

"well then, let's find you a dragon book sweetheart" I resisted the urge to tousle their hair like I used to do to my nieces and nephews back home, and merely stepped around them to begin the journey through the bookshelves that towered above us. This library was like a maze, it took me forever to get a handle on my way around it, but after a few weeks I didn't need a guide anymore.

I'd been at the boarding school for outcasts for about a year and a half by then, moving from the UK with my ex-fiance to begin working at the academy. We were so in love then, everything I'd seen in life told me that this was love. How little I knew. This place showed me that life could be anything I wanted, anything I made it to be. It also showed me what love, attraction, beauty really was. It was where I met Larissa.

The student followed at my side, I caught them glimpsing up at me every few seconds, most likely to see what I was planning. If I'm being honest, this anxious little kid reminded me of myself a little. I clung to Larissa's side in crowds, and needed her reassurance for my social fears. Yes, I thought with a hidden smile, this kid is familiar.

"what's your name, darling?" I asked absentmindedly as I began rifling through a shelf I knew well, mostly because I was a fan of historical fantasy myself.

"Styx" I turned away from the bookshelf, an audible excited gasp had Stix looking a little apprehensive "like the River Styx? In the Underworld?" I sounded like an over-eager kid begging for desert, I would have cringed if i wasn't so intrigued. The newly teenage child nodded.

"that's a lovely name! With a great history behind it too" I had turned back to the bookshelf by this point, but I didn't miss the sheepish smile on Styx's face. They appeared a lot more relaxed now, I was glad.

"I'm Miss Edwards, but you can call me Cecile if your going to be coming by often" I winked at the student cheekily as I attempted to make them more comfortable. it seemed to work, as Styx muffled a giggle behind their palm. I continued rifling through the books.

I came across the series entitled 'Eragon' and paused, tapping my index finger against the spine of the first book. I turned my head to Styx "how do you feel about a series of books? I promise this is a very good one" I held out the first book, letting them run their eyes over the blurb on the back.

There were a few moments of silence as I carefully assessed their reaction, their face was blank at first, until they looked up at me with an eager and excited grin. I smiled back at them, my shoulders relaxing, glad to see they liked my suggestion.

"can I borrow this first one? Please" I chuckled lightly, now leaning a little against the bookshelf

"of course you can, sweetheart. Just-" I cut myself off as a look of anxiety and awe came across their face, I raised an eyebrow "what's wrong?" Styx had their eyes fixed behind me, looking like a deer in headlights.

A hand laid on my shoulder. I glanced down at it and saw the familiar cream coloured glove of my secret-lover "Hello, Miss Edwards. Sorry to interrupt but I need a word in private" her voice was low, my legs nearly buckled beneath me at the sound of Larissa's sultry tones.

I turned my head to Larissa, looking up at her as I smiled. She had the sweetest, yet most professional look on her face "oh, yes. Of course La- uhm, Principal Weems" I quickly corrected myself at her eyebrow raise, stumbling a little. I resisted the urge to place my hand atop hers.

Turning back to Styx, who looked between us with a mixture of discomfort and curiosity, I tried to keep the excitement from my voice "I hope you enjoy your book, sweetie. Pop by if you need anything!" With that, they smiled and scampered off to another part of the large library.

Larissa now commanded my full attention.

"what can I help you with, Principal Weems?" I didn't mean for her title to come out quite as sultry as it did, but my voice still purred as I looked up at her. I noticed Larissa seemed taken aback by my tone, until her eyes became amused and her lips quirked up into a grin.

She glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot. Finding no one, Larissa leaned down to me so that I'd hear her deep voice whisper "you can help me by being a good girl and coming where no one can see us" I stared up at her, wide eyed. Larissa was never usually this daring in public.

The shock I felt was nearly doubled when Larissa reached out, placing her hand on my waist and pulling me with her. We were now behind a bookshelf, shielded from view from the rest of the library. I looked up at her, seeing her devious smile "you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Larissa hummed in response, rubbing her thumb over the curve of my waist. I found myself leaning into her touch, enjoying her affection. The slightly older woman leaned down towards me, a deliciously seductive smile on her face as she met my lips in a soft kiss.

It started off slowly, innocently enough. Her hands on my waist, mine cupping her face and stroking her soft skin. Larissa's lips brushed over mine with a gentleness I'd seldom encountered before. Safe to say, kissing women was much more enjoyable than kissing men.

Larissa gently pressed me back into the wooden shelf behind us, slipping her hands under my cardigan and feeling her way up the curves of my body. Running down over my hips, my stomach fluttered as she firmly held them to the bookshelf and pressed her body close against mine, continuing to hungrily explore my waiting mouth as if she was waiting her whole life to do it.

A little moan slipped out as she suddenly grabbed my ass with one hand, leaning her other one above my head and keeping me trapped. As if I'd ever want to escape her hold though, death by a thousand kisses sounded like heaven. I kissed her impatiently, yearning for more of her touch.

Larissa engulfed my senses. All I could feel was her body on mine, smell her scent of lavender and freshly pressed paper, hear her little gasps as we broke for barely a second to catch our breath. I felt her warm breath ghosting over my lips as she pulled only a little bit away, her lustful eyes looking from my eyes to my lips and back again.

I whimpered as she stopped me from kissing her again, a sly smile on her lips as she pressed me even harder into the bookshelf. Larissa knew the close contact was driving me crazy, her hand traced playfully across any exposed skin she could find and dug in her nails to make me whine.

"stop being cruel, Larissa" i sounded absolutely pathetic, staring up at her pleadingly as she put all weight into the arm leaning just above my head and brought herself closer to me. The hand that had explored my body now tilted my chin up so that her lips could trace across my jaw.

"cruel? What's cruel is you avoiding me, sweetheart. I've missed you" I gulped as she continued laying strategic kisses to my neck, Larissa smirking a little at my barely restrained moans. She knew my sensitive spots already and made sure to target them.

"S-Someone- Someone could see- Ah-" Larissa sucked my pulsepoint as I tried to speak, humming in satisfaction at my inability to talk coherently. I found myself grasping onto her dress blaser with white knuckles as I tried to keep quiet. But with great luck Larissa decided to devour my lips in a kiss once again.

Her mouth was urgent on mine, exploring me as our tongues danced together heatedly. My moans were muffled by her lips, thank god. I'd die if anyone caught us like this. I breathed rapidly through my nose, my hands still clenching her blaser tightly.

I was red faced when Larissa finally pulled away, panting and flushed with dilated pupils. Larissa grinned down at me, pulling away and wiping her smeared lipstick in an attempt to clean it up. I stayed where I was, pressed back into the fictional-crime section of the library.

Larissa straightened herself up, fixing one of her gloves as she absentmindedly glanced back to me "good to know everything is in order, Miss Edwards. You'd best get back to work"

I didn't move, not trusting my weak knees not to crumble. Larissa raised an eyebrow "y-yes Principal Weems, right away" she smiled, showing her pearly white teeth

"good. Come along" my trembling legs carried me past her, walking a few steps in front as we made our way back to the front desk. Students didn't pay us any mind, although some troublemakers quietened down as Larissa passed by them. I could still feel my burning red face, and hoped people wouldn't notice.

After the long descent down the steps of the library we came to the front desk, where Silvie was filing away paperwork. I rushed to get to my desk but bristled slightly to attention as a light touch graced my butt as Larissa made her way to the door, turning her head to shoot me a subtle little wink as my cheeks turned pink again.

"Continue the good work, Miss Edwards, Miss Davis" Larissa nodded to Silvie, who did the same in return, before she slipped out of the large oak doors and into the hallway outside. I smiled nervously at Silvie.

I cleared my throat "have I missed anything?" Sitting down at my desk, Silvie looked back to me.

"No, but you might want to borrow this" Silvie held out a little tube of makeup, which on closer inspection turned out to be concealer.

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow at her, leaning on my desk and unknowingly exposing my collarbones and a tiny bit more.

Silvie smirked a little, scanning her eyes across my face as if debating being honest with her boss. She clearly saw my impatience, and decided to speak her mind.

"well, your neck is covered with hickeys. I'm guessing Principal Weems would be pretty embarrassed for your secret to be blown"

My whole body burned with humiliation, my eyes were wide with shock. Silvie looked like she was holding back her laughter and if it was any other situation I'd be furious at her for it.

Instead, I just snatched the concealer from her outstretched hand and stormed off, my face red from both anger and embarrassment as I heard her laugher behind me.

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Sorry if it's a little rushed, I've been busy getting prepared for a holiday.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

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