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Oh, hello. Pt 4

The final part, aaagh!! I hope you all enjoy ,) Since the poll was almost even, I decided to split it evenly and have a slightly longer chapter with a tiny amount of drama that’s played off as a joke- with a happy ending! 💕

Larissa Weems x Fem!Addams!Reader

4/4. Not proofread, english isn’t my first language, some parts of the canon are changed.

Changed the formatting a little to make it easier to read :)

TWO time skips, minor (hours)

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Hours had passed since (Y/N) and Larissa let bygones be bygones and apologized to one another. Hours since they had both fallen asleep in one another's arms. The soft serenade of silence combined with the chipper of crickets outside lulled them into a deep, undisturbed sleep. They wouldn't have woken up if it weren't for the rays of light seeping through the blood-red curtains- which were coincidentally slightly ajar. The rays of light made their way onto the sleeping faces of the two women, who were entwined into one another. They perfectly fit into one another's structure, almost as if they were made for each other. Sculpted for one another by the gods, where one cannot be complete without the other. Larissa was the first to wake up, eyes fluttering open as a ray of sunlight shone onto her eyes. She groaned annoyed-ly at the disturbance of her slumber. She just had the most beautiful dream of (Y/N)… (Y/N) that was in her arms…right now? Larissa sighed happily, it seems like it wasn’t simply a dream. The woman she longed for all these years was soundly asleep in her arms, she could feel her warm breaths against her neck- a notion that allowed her to bubble up with love. But also a fear, Larissa was afraid of rushing things, of coming off too strong and driving (Y/N) away again. She never wanted to loose her, if she could, she’d freeze time and stay in this moment forever. But alas, moments like these seem to flash by too quickly, and (Y/N) began to slowly move around in Larissa’s arms. The fluttering of her eyelashes making a soft scratching noise against Larissa’s neck, grumbles and quiet complaints about the break of her slumber were heard. Larissa chuckled at the woman cuddled onto her, as her hands slowly began brushing into (Y/N)’s hair, the light that was seeping into the room fully covering them. It was like a scene straight out of a renaissance painting, ethereal.

“Did you rest well?” Larissa softly asked, brushing stray hairs out of (Y/N)‘s face. Her voice almost brushed with the worry she felt, she didn’t want to come off to strong and drive (Y/N) away again- she couldn’t bear the thought of loosing her.

“Mhm..” (Y/N) answered in her sleep riddled state, moving her face out of the crook of Larissa’s neck, “To be honest, I haven’t slept this well in years” and it was true, she hadn’t, not since she was a student at nevermore and found herself falling asleep in the arms of the taller woman after a stressful exam. Whenever she’d try to go to sleep after leaving, she always felt as if something was missing- as if something that should be there wasn’t there. But what she didn’t know is gay Larissa felt the same way, and the ever growing pressure of being principal- which increased when Wednesday was admitted to the school, only made her insomnia worse. And her now filled arms felt empty.

There was a moment of silence between them, eyes getting lost in eachother, melting in the pool of the other, almost drowning. Sharp breaths. Warm breaths. It was too much for Larissa to handle, she could feel herself melting from the inside out. Oh how they longed for the other to do something, to make a move. (Y/N) froze, her hand entwining itself into Larissa’s. The tension was so volatile that it could be cut with a butter knife. The blanket that covered their legs was tangled between them as (Y/N) moved closer, eyes fluttering but never leaving Larissa’s- which seemed to widen in curiosity and longing. Their hearts were beating, almost in perfect synchronization. This was it, (Y/N) thought to herself, this was her chance to go the thing she’s been wishing to do ever since she first stepped foot into the Nevermore halls. To kiss Larissa. She began to lean in, their stares so intense, it was like a scene from a movie. Their faces inches apa-

Knock knock

…(Y/N) jumped in her place, starting Larissa along the way. Who could that be? They both thought, worried expressions on their faces. Larissa was the one who eventually stood up, she couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer and it would he awkward if they just sat there. But she frowned as she stood up, not feeling that familiar warmth and bubbliness that filled her when she had the confused woman still sitting on the bed in her arms. She brushed off her skirt and straightened her posture as she made her way to the door; (Y/N) furrowing her brows and sitting up straight on the bed in return, patting down her messed up hair in a desperate attempt to make it look decent. Larissa quietly cursed the person who was knocking on the door under her breath, for taking away this sweet moment from her. Her cheeks flushed at the moments before the knock, she assumed that (Y/N) was going to kiss her, or perhaps she was just staring at her- she didn’t know. She hoped that she was going to kiss her, she wanted her to kiss her. She shook her head to stop her thoughts from wandering, and finally creeped the door slightly open; only enough to see who was outside. “Ah.” Larissa said, nodding at the shorter frame that stood outside of the door, foot tapping on the wooden planked floor beneath her, “Miss Addams, goodmorning.”

Wednesday was hesitant to knock at first, not wanting to disturb the women in their room. But almost half of her ‘Macabre Psychology’ class had passed without the professor showing up. The class was beginning to worry and assigned Wednesday to go and find her aunt, it made sense as to why they chose her, but she had no clue as to where her aunt actually was at first. She tried various locations, such as the principals office or the library. She even tried the conservatory, only to be rushed out of the classroom by Ms. Thornhill for disturbing her other class. She was clueless until a thought struck her; Aunt (Y/N)… Aunt (Y/N), always late to everything! That’s it! She was simply still in her room. And so Wednesday made her journey to find the missing professor, knowing that she did share the room with Principal Weems… and well, she didn’t want to disturb and end up finding herself being lectured by the principal yet again. But her class depended on her, and although she didn’t usually care for the gratification of societal norms- she did admit that there being a lack of a professor in the classroom halted their studies, and would only result in Wednesday having less time to write, which was not looking well. And so she did knock, expecting her aunt to open the door with the dreadfully cheerful face and blabber out some excuse as to why she was late. But alas, she door creeped open and she found herself face to face with Principal Weems. “Goodmorning.” She replied to the principal’s greeting, “Is Aun- Professor Addams there? She’s been absent from almost half of the class. It’s lucky we didn’t all die of boredom.” She frequently accidentally refer to her aunt as her aunt, which people usually didn’t mind but, for some reason Principal Weems did not care for it.

Principal Weems, used to Wednesday’s dark sense of humour, wasn’t phased by her choice of wording. Instead, she simply crossed her arms and nodded; providing some sort of insight to the girl, “Yes. She’s just woken up, I’ll send her your way once she’s ready.” She told her, unaware that (Y/N)- by the time Wednesday had started talking- had already gotten up and prepared herself for the day. And that she was now standing behind her with a smug smile on her face, “Ahem.” Was all (Y/N) said, it was enough to cause Larissa to jump slightly, clutching her waist. “Christ-“ Larissa mumbled under her breath, startled by the woman’s sudden appearance behind her. Wednesday chuckled- it was unbelievable, this family, Larissa thought to herself. They were all the same, in one way or another, she just happened to find herself in the middle of them. Lucky her. She moved aside to let (Y/N) pass, she watched as she smiled at Wednesday and the pair of them walked off into the distance to the Macabre Psychology classroom, chatting incoherently between themselves. Her eyes softened when she saw how much (Y/N) cared for her niece, it was sweet, seeing people in moments where they do not realize how adorable they are. Larissa wished she could take a photograph of it, to remember it forever, but she did not have a camera. What she did have was responsibilities, especially since today was the day of the Rave’N- and even though she was going there as a chaperone- she was ecstatic since (Y/N) would be there by her side. So she had to ensure that everything went according to plan, nothing can go wrong. Hence the overwhelming amount of planning she had to finalize, she would see her beau later, but now, it was time to step out of her fantasies and be Principal again.

~~ Timeskip , Trip to Jericho, 3 hours before the dance~~

(Y/N) was so glad to have finished teaching her classes for the day, the time to unwind finally found her when she was offered to chaperone a small group of students- Wednesday, Enid, Bianca, and Xavier- to the neighboring town of Jericho so that they may purchase outfits for the dance. It came to her by surprise, from none other than her fellow colleague, Marilyn Thornhill just as she was passing by the conservatory.

“I hate to ask you, I know you’re on your break but.. I really have some important family issues to deal with” Marilyn said as she explained her situation, not giving any further insight on what kind of family issues she was experiencing. Or perhaps it was because (Y/N) did not want to intrude on the woman’s personal life and simply didn’t ask- either way she felt bad for the situation Thornhill found herself in and accepted. This in turn only caused the red headed woman to smile and nod sharply, “Thanks a bunch, I owe you one (Y/N)” she replied with a sweetness laced in her voice, it was almost sickening. (Y/N) didn’t question it though, and took up the opportunity to also bond with these four students, and make sure her niece wasn’t getting into any trouble outside of school bounds. She returned the smile and watched as Marilyn made her way back into the conservatory, red boots making stomping noises on the floors. They were very unique boots, you could spot them from a mile away, maybe even in the darkness. But she simply shunned away anymore thoughts of the red boots and continued her walk, but instead of going back to her room she made her way to the nevermore gates, passing by groups of students as she smiled and said hellos. Lo- and behold, the four students were waiting there, a bit confused as to why she was there and not Ms. Thornhill.

“Professor Addams?” Enid asked, a smile on her face. She couldn’t deny that she did prefer her over Ms. Thornhill, she was more lenient with them, less strict. And she was Wednesdays aunt, whom she already felt drawn to. (Y/N) smiled back and made her way closer to the four, “Hello Enid. I’m here in place of Ms. Thornhill to accompany you four to Jericho.” She explained, providing light to the situation as the confused expressions left their faces. “Would you four like to walk or shall I drive you?” She asked, as grins spread on all their faces- save for Wednesday, who only smiled on extra special occasions, and not usually infront of a large group of people. The group eventually came to the decision of driving there, as to not waste time so that when they returned they would have an extra hour to get ready. (Y/N) agreed with this, as she had to be at the hall earlier to help prepare everything. With this, they walked over to (Y/N)’s car, a gorgeous red 1959 Chevy- straight out of a cheesy romcom movie. “Nice wheels.” Bianca said, as she entered the car, followed by her classmates. (Y/N) chuckled and sat in the drivers seat, the leather seat already dented perfectly to her shape, she used this car frequently, and it showed. “Thanks, it was a gift, I’ve had it since I was a student here”

Over the course of the trip to Jericho, the five of them engaged in conversations about various things. Of school, of work, of the excitement for the dance, and of special talents. The students got to know a bit more about their professor, and (Y/N) certainly got to know more about her students. Once they arrived at their destination, they immediately scattered off into corners of the town, browsing different dresses of various colours and sizes. All except for Wednesday, who was busy staring at a dress in the window of the antique and oddities store. “Oh?” (Y/N) inquired out loud, as she passed by Wednesday’s tranced state. It seems like her niece, who was so against the idea of social situations, wanted to buy that dress for herself. And it certainly did match her personality, with the dark black eerie fabric and the cobweb like tulle on the collar. It looked like something straight out of an Edgar Allan Poe story, “Wednesday?” (Y/N) said, to get the girl’s attention- it worked wonders as she turned from staring directly at the dress to staring at her. “Yes…?” Wednesday questioned, the usual grim expression plastered across her face. “Are you interested, in that dress?” (Y/N) asked with a sliver of a smile on her face, Wednesday just nodded, and turned back to the window- almost hesitant to buy it. “What are you waiting for then?” (Y/N) said, breaking Wednesday’s trance once again as she walked towards the entrance of the store, holding the door open just a smidge- a sort of invitation. Wednesday- surprisingly- smiled at the invitation and made her way into the store which was filled to the brim with oddities and unusual things, something that was certainly enjoyed by both Addamses. After all, it was in their nature to love the unusual. As Wednesday acquired the dress in her arms, (Y/N) skimmed through some shelves which were filled with trinkets and her eyes landed on an intricate pair or earrings- clad with pearls. She smiled at the thought of Larissa wearing them, they’d compliment her platinum blonde hair nicely, and make her eyes pop. It would certainly make a lovely gift… or was it too much? Too soon for gestures like this? She wasn’t sure, but her confusion and desperation must’ve been so obvious as she felt a tugging on her blouse jacket. “hm? Sorry- I wasn’t paying attention.” (Y/N) said, turning to her niece, who slightly frowned at her state of not paying attention. “I said, are you okay?” Wednesday repeated, crossing her arms. (Y/N) chuckled and rested her shoulder on the shelves, facing Wednesday as she provided an explanation to ease the girls worried state, “As your teacher, yes I’m perfectly fine. As your aunt… not so much, I’ve found myself in a dilemma regarding these earrings” she said, gently taking the earrings in her arms and swinging them in-front of Wednesday. Who, in turn, raised her eyebrows. “For you? Or someone else?” It’s true, the rumours of the sudden close friendship between the professor and the principal spread across the school like wildfire, some even suspected something else, but the actual thought of it never crossed Wednesday’s mind until she saw the distressed state her aunt was in over something as simple as earrings. (Y/N) sighed and gently took the dress out of Wednesdays arms, the look her niece gave her was enough to know the answer, and so she went to the counter and paid for both the dress and the pair of earrings- which were placed in a seashell box. She just hoped that Larissa would enjoy them, at the very least.

~~time skip, THE DANCE!! ~~

After a long and tiring day of planning, shopping, and stress it was finally time for the Rave’N- the highly anticipated Nevermore event that was surely the talk of the town. The students buzzed with excitement the entire day and most seemed like they would burst with joy at the thought. The sun had set and the twinkling of stars only added to the mystical vibe that surrounded the hall. The staff had already been there an hour ahead, making last minute preparations and such. Larissa was wearing a beige, almost silver toned dress whereas (Y/N) was wearing a deep maroon dress that hugged her in all the right places but not too intensely. Larissa, being the principal, had to be there first before any of the other staff members arrived to the venue, and (Y/N)‘a entrance made her breath hitch in her throat- she was surely a sight to behold. She was wearing the same color she wore back in their Rave’N, it was sad in a sweet way, as things had come full circle and Larissa found herself in awe of the woman infront of her once again. Only this time it wasn’t followed with sadness and jealousy, only happiness and joy. Perhaps love, definitely love. (Y/N)’s eyes scanned the venue before she took her place standing besides Larissa, they exchanged smiles and simple hello-s before silence engulfed them. “You look beautiful, by the way” (Y/N) said, quietly, almost as if she didn’t want Larissa to hear it. Larissa blushed, which was extremely difficult to achieve on its own. The pink appearing on her cheeks was noticeable in contrast to her pale skin, it made the shorter woman besides her chuckle a bit. “thank you.. ah- so do you!” Was the reply Larissa managed to get out in her flustered state, still managing to keep up her confident demeanor, she was naturally good at speaking her mind- usually anyways. This was a different case though, the feelings she felt for (Y/N) were unlike any feelings she’d ever felt for anyone before, they were pure, raw, and terrifying. It excited her.

Before (Y/N) could reply, swarms of students had begun walking in, and the sound of happy yells and laughter diffused across the room like a strongly scented perfume. The overall atmosphere was so positive one couldn’t help but smile and dance along to the beat of the music, which was only further emphasized by the chilly winter-like decorations. (Y/N) clutched the seashell box in pocket, deciding it was really now or never that she’d have the chance to give them to Larissa, even though she would have preferred a movie private situation. “Issi-“

“Would you like to dance?” Larissa said, accidentally interrupting (Y/N)- who let the idea go and just decided to give the earrings to Larissa another time- a more personal time. “Sorry for interrupting” the taller woman added, letting a bit of laughter slip through her apology. (Y/N) shook her head and joined in on the laughter, “No, no, it’s okay, and I’d love to dance with you.” She said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Larissa jokingly rolled her eyes and extended her arm for the shorter woman to take, which she did, and led her to a more secluded part of the dance floor- the students would definitely have something to gossip about now- but neither of them really cared about that. Once they had both reached their location, a sight in silvery beige and maroon, the music began to slow down into an almost dreamy tune and the sweet riddled voice of Dean Martin began to sing. Larissa smiled sweetly at her dance partner, as they both held hands, both nervous to initiate the dance. Who would make the first move? Neither of them knew. They stared into eachothers eyes, a habit they developed with one another, and almost naturally- began to sway to the music. It was like clockwork, the way they danced, as if they’d been dancing together their entire life when in fact this was the first time they had ever danced this romantically before- at-least together anyways. It was heaven, nothing could ruin this moment between them, or the tension that lingered in the air. (Y/N) moved closer, Larissa looked like she was going to faint at this; but simply extended her arm to wrap around (Y/N)‘a waist, if nobody had ever thought it before it was certain that they looked like a couple- especially in this state. It was something out of a romcom, almost too good to be true, a dream perhaps. But no, this was no dream, it was reality. Their reality.

Then, the first drops came. The cruel prank played upon Nevermore by Jericho teenagers. The blood, the screaming, the panic. Atleast it wasn’t real blood, not that (Y/N) would mind, but it would’ve definitely soured the mood more. The professor didn’t even notice the blood at first, before Larissa’s expression turned sour when looking at her. “What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, worried that she had done something to upset the taller woman. Larissa shook her head and looked up, that’s when the rain of blood started, and so did the screaming. All of a sudden, the entire hall was drenched in blood, the people within it included. Most of the students were panic ridden, while others looked hurt by the prank. Larissa was one of them, she looked like a lost puppy, just staring blankly at the distance. She had gone through great lengths to prepare this years Rave’N, she wanted nothing but her students to have a night to enjoy themselves and the atmosphere. But it didn’t seem to matter, all of that preparation was flushed down the drain the moment the first drop appeared. (Y/N) gently placed her hand on Larissas face and moved it to face towards her, “Don’t blame yourself.” She said, almost as if she could read Larissa’s mind, but she didn’t have to- the pained expression on the Principal’s face said enough. That’s when the power was cut, as if it couldn’t get any more disastrous. (Y/N) moved forward, being as close as possible to Larissa as to not loose her in the darkened room. Larissa didn’t know what to do, her heart was racing, all thoughts of the dance left her mind and the only thing she could think of was how close (Y/N) was to her right now, it was almost unbearable. “Oh darling…” Larissa whispered, a barely audible sound of yearning as the lights of the auditorium shut off. The dance was in the midst of it’s height when the power closed, causing a shock within the student body. (Y/N)’s breath was heavy, their bodies closer than before, lips barely apart. She could close the gap right now, set aside all of their yearning and teasing and just do it. She wanted to. She needed to. *They* needed to. Larissa’s position hitched, she couldn’t see the woman she held onto infront of her, but she could feel her warmth- and her floral perfume that sent her insane. “Please don’t torture me any longer” Larissa said, breath buzzing on (Y/N)’s lips. “But you know how much it excites me..” (Y/N) said, before leaning forwards. This was it, after so many years of yearning they’d finally admit their love for one another, how desperate they needed one another. How, like a candle to its flame, one could not exist without the other. And so they finally kissed, and what a kiss it was. When their lips met it was like they were incomplete before this kiss, perfectly fitted to one another- almost made for one another. The sparks between them were so strong you could almost see the light that illuminated from them in the blacked-out room, it was a dangerous game they were playing; the lights could come back on at any moment in time. It only made it ever more exciting, and suddenly a dance that seemed to go very badly suddenly went very well. It was a perfect way to end the day, and to end the years of longing between them. They were finally complete.

Made whole by one another.

Thank you all for following along with me throughout this journey, it has been so fun writing this series and I hope I provided a good ending! I will probably write a one shot about the earrings though so ,) look out for it! More Larissa to come, of course <3 ❤️💋❤️💋❤️

- A question, would you guys be interested in one shots relating to (Dracula) & (Cersei Lannister?) please let me know!

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