#Happy birthday Larissa!!!!
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Not that kind of apocalpyse!
Sometimes you might ask yourself, “What if Taakitz kissed in the historical fish castle during the zombie apocalypse?” Well I answered it.
Happy Birthday @ceilingfan5!
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“There’s someone outside!” Lup shouts from her spot at the periscope.
Fuck. Of course Taako was going to have to deal with this on his watch. The trouble always waited until Magnus was busy flexing somewhere else and Merle was off doing unspeakable things in the garden.
“Someone, or something?” He asks. He tries not to let the weariness creep into his tone, but Taako’s so tired of this bullshit. First he got called in on his first day off in weeks… months? Who fucking knows any more; then he got zombie apocalypsed; and now everyone’s trying to eat him and not in the good way. Not that there’s any chance of boning down with anyone in the near future because he’s related to, or may as well be related to, everyone he knows is currently alive - well, apart from the peppy idiots on the radio who keep advertising their ‘zombie free wonderland’, but Taako doesn’t trust easily and whatever they’re selling seems too good to be true.
“Cha’girl said what she said.” Lup doesn’t move away, just adjusts the scope.
“People?”
“Person, singular, a guy I think.”
“Are you definitely sure he’s people?”
“Are you definitely sure you want to keep asking me?” Lup doesn’t pull her eyes away from the periscope, but she does give him the finger. It’s artful really, her spatial awareness is a thing of wonder.
Before he can think, Taako opens his mouth to pretend to bite it off, it’s reflex as much as anything, but he closes it gently, doesn’t snap his teeth. That bit is a lot less funny than it used to be. Watching a loved one nearly get chomped will do that for you.
“Can I see?” Taako asks instead of answering, he’s not going to do anything completely out of character like admitting fault.
“Hang on…” Lup turns the scope side to side. Fuck.”
“What?”
“Shush a minute.” Lup hisses.
Ah yes, telling Taako to shush, the thing that works every time. “What’s going on?”
“Shit! Run, dude, run” She mutters.
“Lup! What’s happening?”
“Biter.” She turns the scope slowly. “Two… At the moment. I don’t know if he’s seen them.”
“Do you want Taako to…?” Taako gestures at the ladder up to the harpoon gun.
Lup stays fixed to the scope but still manages to nod. “Be ready, see if he needs it. He’s by the unfortunately shaped hill, but he’s moving fast towards the tree that looks like it’s doing a high kick.”
Taako climbs up the ladder into the ramparts and pulls the shutter back from the slightly-wider-than-intended crenellation (thanks to Magnus’ enthusiasm). He zeroes in fast with Lup’s directions. There’s definitely two of them, if not more, lurking behind the dude as he walks. Taako hopes he’s aware of them. He could be, the guy’s walking with purpose. He’s glad, Taako hates dawdlers, not least because he used to be one by choice and now he has to zoom everywhere because he’d like to keep living actually please and thank you.
“You didn’t tell me he was hot!” Taako bellows down to Lup. A crime of the highest order, frankly, it’s been a while since Taako’s had anything good to look at and he could have been looking much faster.
“You can’t see him well enough to know if he’s hot or not, he’s too far away.” Lup yells back.
The guy turns his head in their direction. It’s a nice face, a really nice face, that he’s working with there.
“See! Hot!” Taako refuses to let her get away with this on a technicality. He knew in his bones the guy was good looking, Lup should have too. He sticks his tongue out in her direction. She might not be able to see him, but she’ll know.
“He’s coming this way.” She shouts up.
“What?” Taako looks back, using the wildly inaccurate harpoon sights that Barry was definitely getting round to fixing (it was for the best he left them alone at this point, Taako automatically adjusted for it now.) Hot boy had changed trajectory and was heading their way. “But there’s… fuck!”
Taako slides the harpoon to the side, sees the biter who was lurking on the guy’s tail. Shit. It’s close, too close. He jumps up and bellows with everything in him. “Hey, hey handsome! Watch out!” He’s too hot to die.
They make eye contact and this is it, this is the thing they wrote about, that they sing about, that’s on the TV. It’s electric, it’s perfect, it’s…
“Run you absolute dickhead!” Lup bellows from beside Taako. He needs to get her a bell. “Stop staring at my idiot brother and run!” She elbows Taako and mutters. “Idiot.”
The man shakes out of it and glances round in time to see the biter on his tail. Taako hears the faint “Oh fuck!” on the wind as the guy starts running. Thankfully in the direction of the drawbridge. Shit. The drawbridge.
“We need to let him in.” Taako says, urgently.
“C’mon.” Lup’s already heading for the ladder.
Taako scrambles after her, slides down the ladder, and lands in a roll. He jumps up and does the ‘tah dah!’ arms, but Lup’s already gone. That’s fine, he can appreciate his own talents, he doesn’t need adoration from the masses or anything.
Lup yanks on the lever that releases the drawbridge and the portcullis raises at speed, narwhal horns raising up to hang like as many sharp teeth. They’ve saved them all a few times.
“Go go go!!!” Taako yells, hopefully encouragingly. He’s sure not going out there, but shouting he can do.
“I’m going to get my gun.” Lup mutters.
The man’s close, really close, when the zombie lurches out from behind the tree. Not high kick tree, it would never betray Taako like that, one of the bog standard ones. One of the ones he’s going to burn down because it just killed Taako’s new boyfriend. It’s fine, he’s allowed to get ahead of himself, this dude’s going to be nothing but a ‘what if’ now.
The zombie grabs the man’s arm and tries to bite his hand, the guy twists away, punches it in the face, gives it his best shot. Of course he does, he’s got something to live for, he’s trying to survive, trying to make it to Taako. The biter grabs his ankle and drags him to the floor.
Two spears take down the other zombies before they can reach the man and join the feast.
“I can’t get a clean shot.” Lup says mournfully beside him. She glances round, then walks carefully forward, spear gun raised.
“You have to stop doing that.” Taako hisses and steps along beside her. He’s trying to have a moment here, to give his dying future husband the reverence he deserves. They were going to adopt so many cats. It would have been beautiful. He’s not in the mood to be spooked.
“Counterpoint, you have to work on your awareness.” Lup nudges him.
“No need when I have you, sister mine! Taako’s all good.” He walks carefully beside her, remembers to step over the crack in the resin flagstones left after The Incident.
Lup does the face she does when he pretends he’s not training (he refuses to give up the possibility of being blase about the zombies, even if he’s been doing endless crunches, and parkour, and whatever other nonsense Lup and Magnus insist is going to save their lives, at night when no one’s watching. Well, apart from Agnes, but if he wants Taako to ever bake the cookies he likes again he’ll stay quiet.)
They’re close enough now to see that the zombie’s still gnashing, but the guy’s clearly fighting back. Maybe he’s not a goner yet?
“Maybe we can… you know, help?” Taako glances round and can’t see any others nearby.
“He might be infected… I guess I could…” Lup’s mouth tightens into a hard line.
“No! Don’t help him dead, like, help help!” Taako steps closer gingerly. As he gets into range of grabbing and pulling the biter off, it shudders and goes still. There’s no movement underneath it either. Of course. Brilliant, fucking brilliant. “Just Taako’s luck. The first hot guy cha’boy sees since the apocalypse apocalypsed, and he immediately gets himself chomped.”
Lup pats him sympathetically on the shoulder. “Next time ‘Ko”
“You think I’m hot?” The man asks, rolling the un-undead corpse unceremoniously to the side.
“Fuck!” Lup and Taako jump back as one.
“Stay there!” Lup aims the spear gun squarely at his head. “Did you get bit?”
“You have to tell us if you did, otherwise it’s entrapment.” Taako adds. Because why shouldn’t he have a little fun, honestly. He winks, so the guy knows Taako’s not going to be waving any spears at him… well unless he plays his cards right…
“Who enforces zombie entrapment law?” Hotboy asks as if he genuinely cares, as if he’s passionate about legal rights and wants to make sure the lawyer provided is up to the job. He probably does care. It’s the end of the world and Taako meets someone who’s hot and funny and willing to play legal zombism so of course Taako’s also going to have to put him down or, more likely, watch while Lup does it and try not to cry about it until he’s alone in bed later.
“You’re not allowed to distract us with legalese, that’s also entrapment, probably.” Taako adds authoritatively.
The man smiles brightly in his direction. “I didn’t get bit.”
“Prove it.” Lup’s aim doesn’t waiver.
The man sighs. “My name’s Kravitz.”
“What does that prove?” Lup makes a ‘get on with it’ gesture with the gun.
“I usually like to make sure a guy knows my name before I strip in front of him.” He doesn’t break eye contact with Taako.
“Taako.” Taaok stares right back. He’s not a looking people in the eyes guy, but this? This is competitive looking, and if there’s anything Taako loves it’s winning.
“I’m Lup and this is gross, break it up right now!” Lup sounds genuinely disgusted. Good, honestly. He’s been living with her and Barold since this all started, he deserves at least a little revenge for his trouble.
“But you said…” Kravitz’s hands still on his leather jacket’s zip.
“I said prove you didn’t get bit. Like, show me your hands and arms and the bits that were actually anywhere near the dead guy. The medic can fully assess you after that.”
“Fine.” He shows her his hands and his collar bones, and his arms, they’re nice arms. “But what if I got bitten earlier?”
“Did you?” Taako asks quickly.
“No. But I could have been and you wouldn’t know. Someone should check.” Kravitz glances at Taako.
“Cha’boy will do it. You know, to save you having to, Lu.”
“Uh huh, sure, yeah, a brave sacrifice. Now move it, both of you, I want to get the drawbridge up and the portcullis down.” Lup finally lowers the spear gun.
“Portcullis… So… uh… I did want to ask.” Kravitz begins gingerly as he walks across the bridge and into the castle.
“Uh huh.” Taako tries to look like he couldn’t possibly imagine what Kravitz is about to ask.
“I couldn’t help but notice…” Kravitz says gently, carefully.
“You noticed something?” Lup asks sweetly, as she begins to turn the crank.
“That you’re in a castle.” Kravitz finishes as the portcullis falls into place and the drawbridge is lifted.
“It’s not a castle!” Lup and Taako say as one.
“It’s not a castle?” Kravitz asks, warily eyeing the fish themed portcullis.
“It’s so much more, Kraveroo. Welcome to SeaBlaster, we’ve got fish, and the things you use to squish… them.” Taako does his best business smile, the one that they paid him slightly above minimum wage for, and does an adequate job of jazz hands (those didn’t come cheap.)
“It’s not really squishing though, is it?” Kravitz asks, like that’s the only problem with anything that’s happening right now.
“Hey, hey Kravitz, just to check, the only problem you have with the aquari-museum we now live in is the tagline not quite making sense because most of this stuff is used to stab and not squish?”
“No!” Kravitz says indignantly. “Whales also aren’t fish. There’s no way the harpoon you were at was used on anything that wasn’t a marine mammal!”
Lup snorts.
Taako groans. “You’ll get on well with Angles.”
“Who’s Angles?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“But I…”
“Ssssh.” Taako pats Kravitz’s shoulder reassuringly. Plenty of time for that.
There’s a long beat of silence as Lup begins to stride back to the staff room. Or, well, the common room as they call it these days, it’s homier, apparently.
Taako inclines his head and Kravitz follows obediently. Good to know.
“So how long have you been here?” Kravitz asks, falling into step beside him.
“This doesn’t seem fair. You’ve already had a load of questions.” Taako looks at Kravitz and smiles, just to be sure he knows it’s a joke.
“You can ask some things.” Kravitz looks positively overjoyed at the prospect.
“How’d you kill it?” Taako asks. He didn’t hear a gun or anything.
“Er…” There’s a long pause.
Taako stops dead. “Kravitz?”
“No wait, it’s not weird.”
“If you have to say it’s not weird, Taako’s inclined to think it’s gonna be weird.”
“But I said it wasn’t!” Kravitz protests, as if that has ever worked.
“People are asking a lot of questions that my “the way I killed the zombie wasn’t weird” tshirt already answered… C’mon, just tell Taako.”
“Staked it.” Kravitz mutters.
“You fucking what now?”
“I staked it.” Kravitz over-ennunciates, spitefully, Taako loves it. Can they keep him forever?
“My question stands.”
“I used a stake. I staked it.” Kravitz shrugs nonchalantly like that’s not completely ridiculous. “You use what very much looks like a historical whaling harpoon!” He adds, as if that’s relevant right now. He’s right though.
“You just…” Taako mimes stabbing Kravitz through the heart. It’s slightly more dramatic than it needs to be, sure, but how often does a guy get to go full Dracula-murder?
“Obviously not, that doesn’t work. I…” Kravitz steps towards him and mimes stabbing Taako through the eye. It brings them close, nearly touching close.
“Show cha’boy again? I missed it.” Taako leans forward.
Kravitz looks confused for a second, there’s a beat where Taako thinks he’s pushed his luck too far. Before he can apologise though, Kravitz is cradling the back of Taako’s head with one hand.
“Like this.” He says softly, barely a whisper, as he fuels whatever is crackling between them and brings his fake-stake wielding hand towards Taako’s eye.
“Urgh, quit it!” Lup yells back at them and flings the door to the common room open. “Taako’s got a…” the door swings blessedly shut before she can finish her sentence, but Taako can hear the chorus of questions immediately rumble up in response.
“Er… you wanna shower? Before you, you know, meet the gang?” Taako gestures expansively at the door which is currently rattling. He can just about hear Magnus’ protests and mentally thanks Lup (or whoever it is) preventing him from barrelling into the hallway, hugging Kravitz to death and asking him a bajillion questions before without giving him a chance to answer. It’d still be better than Merle appearing though.
“You have one?” Kravitz sounds suspicious.
“Are you trying to say Taako smells?” Taako tries not to be offended, but it should be obvious to anyone he has a shower. The apocalypse has never looked so good!
“No!” Kravitz’s indignation is reassuring at least. “I just… It’s…” He peters out.
“Been a while?” Taako asks, giving Kravitz a deeply un-subtle once over.
“Not for lack of wanting.” Kravitz replies, and the want is palpable.
“Taako can definitely help you out there, handsome. Don’t you worry. If Kravitz wants, Kravitz can get.” Taako hopes he’s inflected exactly enough emphasis to be sure Kravitz knows which page they’re on. The sex page of the sex book. “It’s this way.” Taako leads Kravitz down the hallway and towards the stone staircase to the aquarium. They figured the geothermal heat would be good for bedroom temperature as well as the tropical fish. It was a solid bet. “So, how’d you end up with stakes?”
“Is that a fish tank?” Kravitz’s attention is immediately gone. He’s pressed to the tank and marvelling at the clownfish darting around and Taako hates each and every one of them because Kravitz should be looking at him instead.
“Taako wasn’t kidding about the ‘aquari’ bit in the welcome spiel, my dude. We’ve got fish, we’ve got historical fishing weaponry, and all of that comes with a ridiculous part fibreglass, part stone, largely fish themed castle. Buy now for the low low price of spending the rest of forever here, or at least until the bugs eat all the zombies to death or whatever.”
“I’m sold!” Kravitz says, worryingly enthusiastically, as he presses himself to the fish tank viewing window. It’s disgustingly adorable and Taako hates himself for the way his stomach clenches in the ‘going over a bumpy bit of road and loving it’ way.
“So… how’d you get the stake?” Taako refuses to be deterred from finding out.
“Whittled it.” Kravitz says too quickly.
“Why?” Taako asks. There’s something here, there’s a string to pull at and he’s gonna.
“You know, end of the world.” Kravitz flaps his hand dismissively.
“C’mon. You can tell me, the shower’s just over here.” Taako opens the door to his quarters. Well. His ‘office’. They all just picked their favourite and took over. Taako’s is set a bit further away from the others and had a bathroom next door which is now an ensuite, because there’s not a chance in hell anyone’s coming back for this place after, and if they do they’re gonna be owed so much back pay that it wouldn’t be worth the counter-suit for the wages to try and make him repair the wall.
“Here’s the bathroom.” Taako nudges open the door and wishes that he’d spent literally any time cleaning his room in the last mmm… day…s…week… It’s fine. It’s the end of the world, you don’t have to be neat and tidy when humanity’s clinging on by a thread. Not that he was before, but Kravitz doesn’t need to know that. “And here’s a fresh towel.” He shoves one at Kravitz.
“This smells like mint?” Kravitz says like Taako’s magic. Taako could get used to this level of adoration.
“It’s antimicrobial.” Taako says, because apparently apocalypse flirting is letting the guy you like know your towels don’t have diseases.
“But how did you get it?”
“Hydroponics.”
“How did you…” Kravitz starts to ask.
“Not questions for Taako. I deal in fish and harpoons, you’ll need Merle for garden questions and I can guarantee that he’ll answer with more detail than you want and you’ll regret it as much as everyone else does when they ask.
“I don’t mind getting to learn new thing.” Kravitz sounds worryingly interested.
“It’s not about the plants, well it is… but not, you know… in the way you want… it’s not about the things you want to…” Taako squinches his face up remembering The Onion Incident. He hasn’t cooked with them since.
“You’re making it sound like it’s a sex thing.” Kravitz laughs heartily, poor sweet fool. Taako’s silence clearly speaks volumes. “Wait… you mean…?”
“Anyway, here’s the shower.” Taako says quick, loud, and brokering no further vegetable sex questions. He refuses to let Merle ruin this for him. He points at it, just in case Kravitz somehow missed the cubicle, and starts to leave.
“Wait!” Kravitz says quickly. “You needed to check me out!” Kravitz grabs Taako’s arm as he turns away. “I mean… you know, for safety.”
“Well, if you insist.” Taako steps inside and closes the door behind him. “For safety, of course.”
“Of course.” Kravitz says smooth as butter. Then immediately fumbles his zip in a rush to get his jacket off.
“You okay there, Kemosabe?” Taako tries not to laugh.
“I’m fine!” Kravitz’s voice has the slightest hint of desperation. “Absolutely fine. I’m trying to get naked in front of the most handsome man I think I’ve possibly ever laid eyes on, which is, may I say, an achievement at the end of the world as we know it, I knew guys who had access to, you know, stuff.”
“Ah, stuff.” Taako says wisely, trying very hard not to flick his hair dramatically and show Kravitz just how correct he is.
“Stuff.” Kravitz continues. Tugging at his zip again. “... and now I can’t get out of…” he gives a dramatic wiggle “...this stupid…”
“Let me.” Taako steps forward. “Taako can look after you.” He looks Kravitz dead in the eyes as he slides the zip down slowly, and thanks fate that it actually works. He probably could have dragged the jacket up over Kravitz’s head, but this way is so much better, this way means Kravitz is looking at him like he wants to eat him - in the good way. The good good way.
“Thank you.” Kravitz says, close, very close. Close enough for Taako to breathe him in and…
“Wait… shit. Hang on. Is that <i>garlic</i>???” Taako immediately abandons all thought of getting off, because if this is what he thinks…
“Er… I can expl…”
Taako pats at Kravitz’s chest. “There!” He thrusts his hand into the jacket’s inside pocket, hopes he’s right, he’s rewarded with a tight white bulb.
Garlic! It had been months, months, since Lucretia overwatered his stash and killed the last hope for flavour. He still hadn’t forgiven her. “I could kiss you.”
“You can if you want.” Kravitz looks so earnest, so hopeful, that Taako does, presses his lips firmly to Kravitz’s, brokering no room for confusion. He wants this, he means this. It’s intended as a quick thing, a temptation, but the way Kravitz melts into it though, the way he pushes himself forward into Taako, it’s delicious, it’s intoxicating, it’s… deeply uncomfortable.
Taako pulls back. “How much stuff have you got in here?” He flicks the jacket, then his hands are on the buttons of Kravitz’s shirt, working away, before Kravitz can reply. “Why is this cross so massive? It really digs in.” Taako lifts the ridiculously sized, heavy, solid silver cross that’s hanging round Kravitz’s neck and lets it drop again. Maybe he loves Jesus? Although he also seems pretty into boning before marriage… hmm.
“Er…”
Taako pulls Kravitz’s jacket open to reveal a series of inside pockets full of stakes. “How many of these did you make?”
“I… uh… Look, Taako.”
Taako reaches into the external chest pocket and pulls out a vial of clear liquid. “Small water bottle, my guy. Couldn’t find anything else to drink from? Glass doesn’t seem practical.” Taako narrows his eyes.
“It’s…” Kravitz looks panicked. Taako should have known he was too good to be true. “It’s good for the environment…”
Taako raises an eyebrow at him.
“...and also It’s a back up.” Kravitz smiles, winningly. It doesn’t work.
“Why do you have so many of them?” Taako pats at his pockets again. “Wait, is this more garlic?” It is… four more bulbs. Kravitz leans in as if he thinks Taako’s going to kiss him again. He does, obviously, because garlic at the end of the world is garlic at the end of the world, and it would be rude not to.
It’s distracting, the kissing, he definitely means to ask more questions, but also Kravitz is so handsome, and so… there. It’s been a long time. Taako pushes the jacket off Kravitz’s shoulders, it lands, loudly, but means it’s much more comfortable this time when Kravitz pushes his chest against Taako’s. It’s only natural that Taako slides his arm to Kravitz’s back, pulling him closer. The noise Kravitz makes when he does it tells Taako he’s just as desperate for this, for connection, for the press of bodies, for hot breath and moaning in a context unrelated to someone who’s recently dead and trying to bite your face off.
Taako drops his hand lower… “Kravitz, what the fuck?” Taako steps back, holding the stake tucked into his back pocket.
Kravitz sighs, heavily. “If I tell you, can we keep doing that?” He gestures between them in what Taako assumes is supposed to be an approximation of the heavy petting he’d very much like to get back to.
Taako raises an eyebrow.
“It’s not weird!” Kravitz protests too much.
“We’ve talked about this. Remember? You’re making it sound weird again.”
Kravitz squinches his face up, then shrugs. “I’m a vampire hunter.”
“What?” Taako doesn’t even know where to start with this one. Usually he’s got words, he’s full of them, they’re happening without checking in with him first, but he’s bereft, devoid, left wanting. In multiple ways. Is being unhinged a deal breaker for him? Taako’s unhinged. At least the guy’s prepared, dedicated to his imaginary craft.
“So…I told you…” Kravitz’s face is inches from his again.
Taako’s tempted. Sorely tempted. But he should probably definitely ask at least two more questions so Lup doesn’t shout at him later.
He places his hand firmly on Kravitz’s chest and definitely doesn’t cop a feel in the process. “You’re a vampire hunter?” That’s one. Nearly back to hot-boy-make-out-session followed by maybe-moving-things-to-the-shower-if-it-goes-well time.
“Yes.”
“And you think vampires are real?” Taako asks as gently as possible.
Kravitz steps back this time. “Hang on. Wait. We’re in a zombie apocalypse!”
“Vampires aren’t zombies.” Taako says with confidence, there’s not too much he knows about zombies short of the whole ‘they don’t get back up if you harpoon them in the head’ thing, but that’s one of the other facts he’s got.
“Obviously not.” Kravitz says, like Taako’s stating the obvious.
There’s a moment of intense eye contact. Kravitz nods as if what he’s just said was in some way conclusive, point proving, debate winning.
“Exactly.” Taako says. Because yeah, zombies aren’t vampires. “Wrong kind of apocalypse.”
“I didn’t think it was a vampire apocalypse.” Kravitz looks indignant as if Taako’s being ridiculous here. “I’m familiar enough with biting to know what’s gone wrong here.” He gestures expansively to the whole of everything.
“Sure…” Taako’s lost again.
“I was a vampire hunter before the zombies happened.” Kravitz says, as if that’s the same as Taako’s Underwater Fun-gineer role. Taako’s clearly still looking at him blankly because he adds. “You can’t believe in zombies and not vampires! I bet you thought biters weren’t real before this too.” Kravitz had a point, a good one. Fine, Taako can believe all kinds of things for him.
“Did that… pay well?” There. Okay, maybe now he believes in vampires because a handsome man said they were real, but he asked three questions, three! Lup definitely can’t shout at him.
Kravitz levels him with a confused look. “I had a day job, Taako. It’s just that I also do this… did this. They’ve fucked off since, well…”
There’s a long pause while Taako processes. “So, just to clarify, you’re… you’re a vampire hunter without any vampires in a zombie apocalypse?” Taako tries really hard to keep his voice straight, he does. He’s unsuccessful. Wildly unsuccessful judging by the look on Kravitz’s face. It’s positively stony.
Taako tries desperately to choke the laughter back. “Just… one more time.” His voice is thicker than normal, but he thinks he just about manages to play it off as regular. “One more.” He adds.
“No.” Kravitz’s bottom lip does something dangerously close to pouting. Taako wants to pull it between his teeth, but he should probably ease off anything biting related right now.
“Go on.” Taako bats his eyelashes, he may as well go for broke.
Kravitz’s nose twitches. “Fine, fine! I’m a vampire hunter in a zombie apocalypse and all the vampires fucked off.” He says huffily.
Taako’s mouth quivers as he presses his lips together, but he can’t stop the snort that escapes. That’s it, there’s no hope, he’s howling, tears streaming down his face, doubled over and wheezing. “S… Sorry.” He gasps out. “I… Fuck. No… no vampires… zombies… wrong… wrong thing.”
“I guess…” Kravitz says slowly. “I guess when you think about it that way…” He lets out a small chuckle. “... it’s… it’s pretty funny.” And then Kravitz is laughing too and they’re leaning against each other, propping each other up as the ridiculousness washes over them. It’s stupid. It’s perfect. Taako’s going to keep him, he can definitely stay.
The laughter subsides, eventually. One of them stops and then they set each other off laughing again over and over again. Taako wants to pin the memory of it to his wall so he can look at it whenever he wants.
“Were there many, you know, before?” Taako’s curious. Why can’t vampires exist?
“Yes. Yes there were.” Kravitz’s face is stony again.
“But less when you…” Taako mimes staking Kravitz through the heart dramatically.
“Yes… Yes. Less when I…” Kravitz grabs Taako by the thighs, pins him to the wall, and pretends to drive a stake into him.
Taako’s not unwrapping his legs from Kravitz’s waist any time soon. “Do it this way often?” He looks down at Kravitz and smiles as coyly as he can manage, which he’s assuming isn’t very.
Kravitz noses Taako’s chin. “Not really.” He presses a line of kisses across his jaw. “I was just showing off.”
“Speaking of showing.” Taako says, drawing his hands over Kravitz’s biceps, strong, good, very good. “I believe I was supposed to be checking you out.”
Kravitz looks puzzled for a second before he catches on. “Of course. Yes. Very important health and safety process. I’ll have to put you down.”
“I’ll live. Probably.” Taako sighs. Then decides he’s at least entitled to some aerial kisses while he’s up here. “Actually, wait no, hang on.”
It’s good, it’s very good. It takes a while before Kravitz starts getting wobbly and Taako starts worrying about them collapsing into a pile of horny limbs because there’s no easy way to explain those injuries. He taps Kravitz’s back. “Okay. C’mon. Inspection time. I’ll warn you, I’m very thorough.”
Kravitz groans, and lets him down. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Taako helps him out of the rest of his shirt, stops to give him some more kisses when another bulb of garlic rolls out. He helps to shuffle all the stakes onto the jacket so they stop rolling around the floor. He helps kiss Kravitz’s collar bones when they look lonely.
“Taako.” Kravitz hesitates, hands on the button of his fly.
“Uh huh?” Taako doesn’t even pretend to look him in the eye, surely they’re past that point now.
“I was thinking…”
“Dangerous thing to do.” Taako lifts his eyes from Kravitz’s stomach and tries to focus on something that isn’t thinking about running his hands over it, grazing his nails through the hair there, kissing his way downwards.
“I have another safety concern.” He says, so earnestly.
“Uh huh?”
“How do I know you haven’t been bitten?” The corner of Kravitz’s mouth lifts as his eyebrows raise in challenge.
“You make a compelling point, handsome, I guess you’d better inspect me too.” Taako’s top is off before he’s finished talking.
#Happy birthday Larissa!!!!#Everyone go say happy birthday to them#Also - I cannot tell you how much fun I had thinking of this stupid world#But tell me I'm wrong - would Taako not use a historical whaling harpoon in the zombie apocalpyse?#Would Merle not be desperately figuring out how to grow onions to fuck?#Did you see that Kravitz has a lead on some vampires - he just doesn't know it yet!#TAZ Fic#Taz#TAZ Balance#Taakitz#Taako#Kravitz#Lup#Noodyl Writes#Zombie apocalypse AU#Why wouldn't there be an aquari-museum in a half resin half brick castle?
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Happy Birthday!
Pairings: Larissa Weems x witch!reader
Warning: Fluff
Summary: Its Larissa's birthday so you decide to surprise her
Author's not: Just a quick early birthday piece in honor of Gwen's birthday!
I woke up at 4 am. Seeing Larissa still sleeping, I got ready for my eventful day. I hastily grab my phone, keys, and wallet and left the room but not before kissing her on the cheek.
Once I got in my car I started driving to Jericho where I had ordered Larissa a bunch of small gifts to put everywhere in our shared room and office.
An hour later when I have gathered all my gifts I wanted for Larissa to have I started to make my way back to Nevermore. I look out the window into the sky seeing the sun start to rise meaning Larissa would be up soon since she has to work. I doubt that women even remembered her birthday is today.
After a quick 10 mins, I flicked my wrist causing all of the gifts to float and follow me. When I got to Larissa's office I saw on the clock I still had 30 mins before she woke up. So I quickly started to use my magic to hide the small gifts I got for her in her office and then would hide some others were we usually go to regularly or somewhere that means a lot to her.
Twenty minutes later I have finished hiding half of the gifts in her office and decided to write a little note, letting her know that there were more for her in some special places. Making it like a scavenger hunt for her. Which I thought was fun.
I looked at the time and saw that it was 6 am. Letting me know that it was time for Larissa too wake up so I quickly left her office and went to go and place the other gifts I bought in its places. And decided to hide the last ones in the bedroom during lunch so she wouldn't see me putting them in.
Larissa's pov:
My eyes slowly flutter open, my body instinctively trying to snuggle into Y/n. But she wasn't there. All I felt were cold sheets letting me know that they woke up a lot earlier then me which was strange because they always woke up late.
I then started to worry if something bad happened to them since they never wake up this early at all, but it also confused me deeply.
I then just sighed a got up out of bed and started to get ready for the day. I walked over to the closet and saw the cream color dress that Y/n loved to see me in. Since they said it makes my look beautiful. I decided to wear it since their compliments always made me feel so confident throughout the whole day.
Then I slipped into the dress, feeling very confident. I went over to my vanity and started doing my makeup and putting my hair in its signature updo.
Once I finished getting ready I saw it was 7:15 am. I then got up from up from my vanity chair and sighed. Still wondering where Y/n is since they never just disappear in the mornings. They aren't an early bird either.
I stood up and put on some cream color kitten heels and headed out of my office, knowing that I don't have a lot of work today so I can finish early and spend a lot of time with Y/n once I find them/
I stride out of my shared bedroom that is connected to my office. When I entered I immediately notice something different about my office. I then saw a letter that was written by Y/n. Instantly know thing that was their neat cursive hand writing.
I opened the letter and started to read what the contents said.
Dear Rissa,
I know you must be wondering where I am since I wasn't there when you woke up, but I had a few matters to take care of and just wanted to let you know. There is also something different about the office, and our special spots. Do not worry about working today since I have already done everything that you have needed to take care of today.
I hope you will have fun!
Your Darling
When I have finished reading the letter I felt myself starting to smile like an idiot. They have planned something for me and I don't know what. They also did all my work which is oddly suspicious since they always complain about working.
I tried to rack my brain of why they would do this but nothing came to me, so I just decided to play their little game so I started looking around my office. Immediately noticing on my chairs in-front of my desk.
It was a perfume I have always wanted but it just kept selling out and I now had five of them. I then pondered how Y/n was able to get this since they were always sold out but I decided to ask them later.
On the other chair I saw some books that I have always wanted because they were from my favorite author. It only has been published yesterday and yet again. I pondered how they were able to get this. I picked up one of the books and opened it, seeing that it was signed by the author herself. I then checked the other books seeing that they were also signed as well.
I started to smile once again at their gestures that they have showed me today and its only 8 am in the morning. I then started to look around my office more, looking for some more gifts from Y/n.
Our pov:
"Ok! So today is Principal Weems's birthday. As you all may know, so in honor of her birthday I have decided to throw her a surprise party. I know this is last minute but we have seven hours to decorate and I have told all the teachers and we all agreed to do this. So in order to finish the surprise party in time we decided to have no classes today!" I said to the students which made them cheer and start to chant my name. Putting a smile on my face. I then quickly shushed them, worried that Larissa would hear them.
They then quieted down, also expressing their concerns on getting caught. I then started telling everyone the plan.
Hours later and everyone already had lunch. Larissa had just went back into her office. I was sad that I couldn't eat dinner, breakfast, and lunch with her since I've been organizing stuff for her birthday. It is now currently 8 pm. So in two hours the students would have to go back to their dorms since they would be passing their curfews.
Once we made sure that everything was in place I went to go get Larissa. I knocked on her office doors. I opened the doors once I heard her yell a soft, "get in!"
"Rissa!" I squealed a bit. She looked up at me once she heard her nickname that I call her.
"Hey my darling, where have you been I've been worried sick about you since I haven't seen you for almost 14 hours. Which is too long being away from you!" She grumbled and outed slightly towards the end of her rambling.
"Im sorry Rissa, but did you like my little scavenger hunt for you?" I asked excitedly.
"Oh darling they were wonderful! And I love them all so much! But what is with all these gifts? Because I don't think its a special occasion since I usually remember these types of things." Said Larissa in a confused tone.
"Yes, but I do have one more surprise for you!" I said excitedly, before dragging her out to the quad where it was pitch dark.
"There is nothing here but darkness dear?" Larissa softly said to me.
All of a sudden lights were flipped on and there was a huge banner saying;
"Happy Birthday Principal Weems!"
Students and teachers were singing happy birthday to Rissa. I looked over at her and I can see her overcome her shock and started to smile widely.
"Happy Birthday," I whispered softly before kissing her.
#larissa x you#larissa weems#larissa x reader#hot principal#principal weems#wednesday#netflix#birthday#larissa weems x y/n#Larissa Weems#gwendolineuniverse#larissa x y/n#Happy Birthday Gwen!#nevermore academy#gwendoline christie x reader#gwendoline christie
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Fluff. The fluffiest fluff :)
Happiest of birthdays darling ♥️
Darling please | fluff
*Authors note~ this is such a cute idea and inspired by someone dear to my heart so I hope I can do it some justice and bring some comfort to them and you all my doves*
Trigger warnings~ none?
Prompt~ you're not okay! Some comforting fluff where R is on their period and suffering but trying to hide that from her girlfriend written for Abi1468 wattpad
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Being a women sucks. That was the only conclusion you could draw from your situation. Of course it is something that is very natural but did that make it easier to deal with no? No. This months Mother Nature visit is brutal. Not only did it arrive earlier than you had planned but it also brought the most horrendous cramps. The kind that leave you paralysed, keep you up all night withering around in pain and nothing would ease them. You'd tried everything of course but nothing worked. You'd been up all night now and absolutely exhausted yet you had classes to go to. No amount of herbal teas, heat pads or painkillers were getting rid of these cramps. Completely souring your mood and making small tasks almost impossible to complete. Honestly you couldn't even sit up without being in agony, yet you still forced yourself to function through the pain.
It had taken 30 extra minutes to get yourself ready for the day, having to stop and curl into yourself every few minutes was most definitely responsible for that. Now you only had to survive the school day then you could come back and die quietly. Didn't seem to be any reason why you should allow yourself to take a day off for something as silly as this. After all what would you say? Sorry principle weems I need a sub because i started my period? What were you 13? No you would stick this out. And absolutely under no circumstances would you slack off.
You tried to teach your first hour stood up, quickly learning that would be a disaster you switched to sitting as your desk allowing them to work from their books. After all this was a literature class, books, reading, comprehension and writing were a massive chunk of the curriculum. The second hour seemed to worsen the pain. You opted for a silent reading lesson, sitting at your desk attempting to mark some papers, failing miserably as the words continued to swirl together. Sighing you snuck a hand into your desk and took out two shiny pearl and washed them down with your coffee. You attempted to curl up without being noticeable and you thought it was a success. At least no one had made it obvious that they had caught sight of you like this.
Lessons continued as normal and you were hardly holding on by a thread. When lunch arrived you fled back to your room rather than the food hall. You made quick work of refilling the hot water bottle and resting it on your abdomen. You settled back on your bed letting out a hiss of pain. The heat seeming to provide a small bit of relief. Just enough relief for you to curl up into the hot water bottle and to give into your exhaustion.
It was the heavy knocks to your door that woke you from your nap. Groaning, you shifted to stand up and answer the door, until you caught sight of your phone. "FUCK!" You muttered to yourself in a panic. How long had to been asleep? Quickly you made your way to the door in a panic. "I'm sorry I am a little busy can you-" you words dying in your throat when you caught sight of your girlfriend, "Rissa?"
"Darling, can I come in?" She queried looking past you she could spot the messy bed, packet of pills and around your waist you were still sporting a hot water bottle. "I uh yes?" You stuttered out unsure if this was a girlfriend visit or a principle visit. If your honest you want her company, her comfort, her help but you can't seem to justify needing it. After all you had grown up being made to feel as if these were something to be hidden, only to be discussed in private and especially away from any males. Now your girlfriend wasn't male that much was obvious and you knew she got periods too but it's a hard habit to break.
You watched as your girlfriend moved around your room taking everything in. "Darling are you okay? This isn't like you" she murmured coming closer to you hoping to gather you in her arms and care for you. You seemed to flinch away at her words before mumbling "I'm okay Rissa I have a class to get to" in which she quickly interjected that you'd slept through one class already and that would mean you are not okay. "Ive cancelled the rest of your classes today darling." She informed you watching the relief flood through your eyes even if it was just for a second.
"Darling? Are you on your period ?" Her tone was soft and gentle and it caused tears to spring into your eyes as you gave her a small nod. What you were expecting was most definitely not what you got. "Oh my love, why didn't you tell me you were in pain? I could've helped darling. Do you have everything you need?" Immediately the taller women started to real off all the comfort items you could possibly be craving or in a need of. There was no hint of upset or frustration at all. "Rissa I'm fine honestly you don't have to do this" you mumbled out embarrassed really at the care being shown your way. "Honey, I know I don't have to but I want to. Let me take care of you please? My love you shouldn't have to suffer alone." She reassured you coming to finally embrace you.
You sunk into the embrace and finally allowed yourself to cry. This was just so different and honestly you just felt so emotional you couldn't contain it. Larissa held you and swayed with you in her arms until you calmed down. Your cramps choose that exact moment to strike once more. Such a strong feeling of being stabbed caused you to double over in her arms and a whimper of pain to escape you. "Oh darling shall we get you a bath? Would that help my love? Bath some painkillers and some food?" She suggested and you couldn't help but wonder how you got so lucky. This was more than you believed deserved. True to her word Larissa drew you a bath got you some medicine and your favourite take out before snuggling with you in bed. Her hands wrapped around your lower abdomen rubbing firm slow circles into the flesh there. You couldn't help but let out a little moan at the relief it provided.
She chuckled at the reaction making sure to mentally note down you enjoyed this. "Does that feel good my darling?" You hummed in a response and lent back into her front. You were truly being spoiled with caring comforting actions and it truly made your heart fill with more love for the women. You were so lucky to have her in your life and although that meant learning new things about how you should be treated you couldn't help but be so glad you had the choice.
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#anon answered#fanfic#larissa weems#principal larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#principal larissa weems x reader#larissa x you#larissa x reader#weems x reader#principle weems#anon requested#happy birthday love
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Happy Birthday to the gorgeous Gwendoline Christie❤❤❤
#gwendoline christie#larissa weems#principal weems#brienne of tarth#miranda hilmarson#gwendolinechristie#gwendolineuniverse#principal larissa weems#jan stevens#happy birthday#gwen christie#gwen in fabric
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it’s my birthday!!!!
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Hunter's Delight
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, violence, blood, coercion, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: A peaceful getaway turns to horror when you encounter a strange man in the woods.
Character: Kraven the Hunter
Note: So, this isn't what I was planning as my birthday fic but my other fic was just not happening lol.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
Love you all. Take care. 💖
The smell of cedar tinges the air. Birds wing across the pale blue sky and critters rustle in the twigs and leaves that trim the forest floor. Shadows nestle between the trunks and lend an ominous hue to any otherwise harmonious landscape.
It’s a long needed escape from urban crush. The fatigue of your nine to five recedes as your brief getaway frees you of the unseen cuffs of modern survival. There are no emails, no memos, or stuffy meetings. There is only you and naked outdoors.
Oh, and your friends.
You never traveled much. Most of the time you had off, you were too tired to do much more than the bare minimum. You hadn’t even thought of it until Larissa invited you. It just never occurred to you to spend the money or the energy. Now you’re more than happy you did.
You follow the snakish path that dips between valleys and over hills, up steep walkways and across sprawling plateaus. The lush green is endless, littered with patches of thick forest, and the occasion running river crested by an old wooden bridge.
Larissa chatters loudly about your eventual return to the cottage. She dreams of kebabs cooked over the campfire and some fruity sangria. You trail the others, four of you in all. Jodi and Cameron ahead of you as your host leads the way. Work friends, but you suppose more now that you’re here.
The river water sends up a fresh scent from behind the looming trunks and you glance over at the gleaming ripples, almost twinkling as you admire them between the trees. You could do this every day. Just wander until you can’t move anymore.
“I can’t believe this is your first time up north,” Jodi says, drawing you from your mind.
“Uh, yeah, never did much exploring I guess,” you shrug.
“Even as a kid?”
“Nope. I think we had one family trip and we didn’t even make it to the amusement park,” you chuckle dryly, “ah well.”
“Ugh, I remember one time, when we were camping, my brother, Toby,” Cameron begins, “he put a frog in my bag. I screamed so loud. My mother didn’t even believe me.”
“Damn,” you remark. Cam tends to do that. Everything in some way relates back to one of her stories.
“Oh, I have an idea,” Larissa stops and faces you, “we have to decide who’s cooking.”
“It’s fine, I said I would–” You begin.
“Boo, that’s no fun,” she snips, “we used to play this game when I was a kid. I always won. Whoever collects the least acorns in ten minutes cooks.”
“Acorns?” You look around nervously. “Where?”
“You shouldn’t get lost. If you go too far, just stay still and we’ll find you,” she brushes off your concern, “it’ll be fun. And I know all the best spots!”
“That’s no fair,” Jodie pouts.
“How about I start after you. I’ll only do five minutes,” she barters.
“How do we know time’s up?” Cam picks a fingernail.
“Like I said, if you don’t show up, we’ll come find you.”
“I guess…”
“Alright, how about, whoever collects the most gets princess treatment for the night. The rest of us will have to serve you drinks and get you whatever you want,” she offers with a smug grin.
You bite your lip but don’t argue. It’s obvious she’s going to win but you wouldn’t mind the chance to explore a bit more. Besides, you never complain about time alone. It’s so peaceful here, that might just be a reward of its own.
“Come on!” Larissa claps, “bragging rights are included.”
“Fine,” Cameron sighs, “I guess it’s not completely stupid.”
“It’ll be fun just to wipe that look off your face, Lar,” Jodi snorts.
You shrug and give a nod. You have little faith in your foraging skills but you don’t mind running to the cooler a few extra times that night. Besides, the cottage did get a bit suffocating with all of you there. This might be your only chance for alone time.
“Alright, on three,” Larissa declares, “one, two–” Jodi sprints off and Larissa holler, “I didn’t say three!”
Cameron runs after her and Larissa scowls. She puts her hands on her hips and drags her foot over the grass. You give a sheepish smile and awkwardly sway.
“Guess they won’t know if I start early,” she says and sets off in the opposite direction.
You slowly putter away as you head for the river. You have no intent of gathering acorns, you just want to watch the water. You weave between the trees and come out to the shore along the winding river. You watch the lazy flow and the little minnows flitting beneath the clear ripples.
You get closer and sit on your knees in the dirt. You drag your hands through the water and push your fingers into the silt. You bend slightly and look at your reflection. You're almost hypnotised by the ambiance.
You close your eyes and pull your hands from the water. You place them on your shorts and take a deep breath. You want to hold onto this moment, to remember it once you're stuck back behind a keyboard.
You smile and your lashes flutter open. You see your reflection again, then it suddenly darkens as a shadow comes up behind you. At first, you’re confused, but you assume it’s one of the girls trying to scare you.
“Very funny–”
You fly forward into the water, arms flailing out as you splash into the shallow depth. Your head is pushed down to the riverbed as a foot crush your skull. You cough and gag, gulping down water as your breath bubbles out of your nose. Your head begins to thrum as you choke until at last, the weight relents and you rip your head from beneath the surface.
A sharp boot cracks into your ribs and sends you onto your back. You heave as you land flat, keeping your head just above the water. A man stands above you, crystal blue eyes boring into you as a growl creases in his forehead. He squats and grabs your chin, unsheathing a large knife from his belt.
“Scream and I’ll cut your throat out,” he warns as he pokes the knife tip along your lip, hushing you as he turns it slowly.
You shut your mouth, eyes rounding in terror as you watch him. Who is he? What does he want? You can’t let him know about the other girls. At least, you hope he doesn’t already.
“Listen to me,” he traces along your jaw and down to your throat, “you will do exactly as I say.”
You blink, saying nothing. His voice is gristly and unbending. His dark hair curls behind his head and he wears a thick beard that thins to coarse stubble. Around his neck is a thick cord with a single fang hanging from it.
Your eyes nearly cross as you try to see the knife in his hand..
“Gold locket. Pearl set in the middle. Bring it to me.”
You stare at him searchingly. It’s like he’s speaking another language. Or your brain just won’t hear them as fear courses through your veins.
“She wears it around her neck.”
You see the golden chain around Larissa’s neck. You noticed it once or twice, never really thinking much of it. You just thought it must be sentimental. Your lip trembles as the man clutches the back of your neck and leans into the blade.
“Why?”
He chuckles, “you want to live. I can feel it. So no more questions and I might let you. The locket, midnight. I will wait here. If you do not come, I will come to you. And you can weep with their heads in your bed.”
You gulp as he smirks at you. You nod slowly as he loosens his grip. He releases you. You almost sink back under the water as he stands and you push yourself up. He swirls the thick knife then holds it up to reflect the sunlight.
“Such a beautiful day, it would be a pity if it were to end in blood.”
“I will bring you the locket. I promise.”
“I know you will,” he says as he struts towards the trees, “it is why I chose you.”
You sit dumbfounded, staring after him until you can see nothing but the trees. You shiver as the water stirs calmly around you, soaking you through to the point of discomfort. You climb out of the river and wrings out the fabric of your shirt.
As you look around at the serenity of the pastoral bliss, you can’t fathom that the man had ever truly been there. The tenderness in your neck assures you otherwise. He was and he will be back.
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“What happened to you?” Cameron giggles as you appear from the trees.
“No acorns, huh?” Jodi boasts.
“I uh… dropped them in the river. Tripped,” you lie. You’re too stunned to explain further.
“You okay?” Larissa asks.
“Yep, fine,” you utter.
“Well, Jodi got eleven and Cameron got eight, and I… got twelve.”
“Cheater,” Jodi mutters under her breath.
You’re thankful they’re too distracted by their child’s game to be very concerned. You throw up your hands. “Looks like I’m cooking,” you resign dully.
“And I get to be pampered,” Larissa trills tauntingly.
“Whatever. You’ll be lucky if I don’t dump the sangria on you,” Cameron warns.
Larissa laughs. The girls might play up their cattiness but it’s just friendly competition. Another thing you never really had growing up. Friends.
They leave the acorns in the grass. You’re quiet as you follow them onwards. You look back just before you’re out of sight of the river. You don’t see the man but you have no doubt he meant what he said. He knew about Larissa and the necklace, that’s enough for you.
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As a gracious loser, and a terrified individual, you volunteer to make a pitcher of sangria for the other girls. They happily accept the offer and go out to get the fire started. The night is quickly setting in as you watch the time on your phone. As there is only one solar charger amongst the bunch of you, your battery stays at fifty percent. Without reception, it isn’t of much use anyhow.
You mix the wine, brandy, lemonade and fruit together with a wooden spoon. You hear Larissa giving orders outside over the crackle of the fire. The locket with the pearl. You know she’s still wearing it, you looked for it and there it was, around her neck. What use is jewelry all the way up here.
Your thoughts are split by the snap of the spring door. Jodi tramps inside and huffs.
“Is the wine ready yet? She’s driving me nuts.”
“I’ll bring it out,” you assure her, “why don’t you grab the kebabs, they’re ready to go.”
You nod to the pan of skewers and she lets out a disappointed grumble. She takes the pan and leaves you again to ponder your impromptu mission. You’re not stupid enough to ask for the locket. You watch the oranges swirl in the wine mixture…
You can’t. Can you? You peek over your shoulder and peek through the window. They wouldn’t notice. You could say you used more wine than you thought.
You turn your back to the window. The girls can survive a few bendaryls, they won’t survive that man and his knife. You can deal with hating yourself. That’s never been hard.
You tiptoe across the kitchen. You don’t know why you think they’ll hear you, your guilt just makes you paranoid. You go down to the room and search in the lower bunk for your bag. You take out your box of emergency benadryl and slide out a full insert. Just enough for an edge, nothing deadly.
You sneak back out and drop the pills one by one into the sangria. You stir and you stir and you stir. Finally, you’re content that your potion is complete. Your curse is pharmaceutical allergy relief with a side of drowsiness. The girls are probably too thirsty to notice you’re not sharing.
🌙
Jodi stumbles back from the outhouse. You watch her cautiously, ready to hop up and catch her. She manages to make her way back to the fire and falls into the folding chair with a burp.
“Damn, that sangria is strong,” Cameron chimes.
“And it’s going right through me,” Jodi slurs into a giggle.
“Me too,” Larissa stands up and puts her hands in front of her shorts, “my turn.”
You listen to her go around the side of the cottage, her sandals scraping and scuffling. Jodi leans her head back and snorts, waking herself and lurching forward. You get up and keep her from falling out of her chair.
“Hey, you should lay down,” you say.
“Lightweight,” Cameron teases and gulps down a mouthful. You try not to cringe.
“Whatever, I’m fine,” Jodi babbles.
“Come on,” you get her up, letting her lean on you heavily.
She’s dragging her feet as you get her across the yard and to the steps of the deck. You haul her up and through the back door. Inside, you feel her slacken on your arm until you're pretty much carrying her. You get her into her bed and roll her onto her stomach, already snoring.
You check the time. It’s late. Just after eleven.
You go back out, the blaze of the fire obscuring your view of the yard.
“Not you too,” Cameron chortles as Larissa falls past the chair trying to sit.
“I think it’s time to call it a night.”
“Bleh, listen to the office administrator, she never gives it up,” Larissa sneers, “isn’t that right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” you agree softly. You want all the abuse she has to offer you. You deserve it.
“You wanted to be princess for the night,” Cameron calls over, “let her carry you to bed.”
You ignore Cameron as you steady Larissa and direct her around the fire. You take the same path with the same end, dumping her in the singular queen she claimed for herself in the main bedroom. You make sure she’s on her stomach and shake out your nerves.
You flip on the flashlight built into your phone and shine it over her. You apologise before you unclasp the necklace. It’s heavier than you expect. You tuck it in your pocket and leave her.
One more.
Cameron meets you at the door to your surprise. She’s yawning and staggering. You let her pass as she mutters about the fire. You follow her, making sure she gets to her bed before you go outside to kill the fire.
When all is dark and still, you look up at the moon and measure the journey ahead of you. What if you get lost? What if you can’t remember the way back? You think you do. Doesn’t matter. It’s almost half past and you need to get going.
You grip your phone as you come out around the front of the cottage. You remember that you came from the right… didn’t you? You turn on your flashlight again as the darkness consumes you. You tremble at the sheer endlessness of the night.
As you set off, you hear every twig snap, every branch sway, every bat squeaking from some hidden nook. You are exposed to the unseen. Easy prey.
You hear the low trickle of water, louder in the dearth of night. You use it to guide you, flinching as leaves brush against you. You shine the light around you, trying to get a glimpse of your surroundings. It only illuminates the shadows and adds to the depths of the blackness.
A noise rolls in the darkness. Thunderous as it grows louder, footsteps making themselves heard, a beast closing in. His laughter comes from all around you, dizzying you as you spin and try to find him.
At once, he quiets and you hear nothing but the stirring of the breeze. No footsteps, not laughter, only the frantic beat of your heart. You stop and squint as you shakily raise your phone, making out the thick trunk of a tree.
There is a sudden warmth behind you. His hand is on yours, squeezing before he rips away your cell. You hear it land in the grass. His other arm hooks around your middle. His breath seeps through your hair and across your scalp.
“Give it.”
You reach into your pocket, squirming as you dig out the necklace. You hold it up with a whimper and he wraps your hand up in his again. His rough skin sends a shiver through you. He hums above the soft tinkle of the chain.
“Very good,” he keeps you close, “you are an obedient little pet, aren’t you?”
You don’t move, you don’t speak. He has what he wants. Now you want to go.
“I’ve decided,” he says bluntly. You hold your breath, trying to decipher his meaning. You try to pull away and his arm hooks tighter around you. “I will take you too.”
“What?” You quiver and grasp his arm, shoving on it without result, “no, let me go–”
“You can scream for me,” he walks you forward until you collide with a tree, putting your hands out to keep from being crushed against the bark, “the louder, the better.”
Your fingertips curl painfully against the tree. He traps you against the tree as he lets out a grow, the heat of his breath and body enshrines you. You shake and whine as panic sinks into your chest.
“Please, let me go. Please, I did what you asked–”
“I’m not asking,” he snarls and grabs your shoulder.
He spins you so violenly you can’t help but fall back against the tree. The subtle friction of metal on leather cools your blood as a sliver of moonlight gleans off the knife’s edge. You brace the tree as you babble dumbly. You don’t want to die.
He brings the curve tip of the knife to the hem of your shirt and yanks up, shearing open the front so that it falls open, revealing the bralette beneath. He makes as quick work as that, slicing up the middle and exposing you to the night chill.
He stands over you, bearing in on you as he bends slowly. You gasp as he clutches a handful of your hair and pulls your head to the side. He leans in and grazes your throat with his teeth. You writhe, caught in the arrest of his gruff touch.
He bits down, pinching your flesh until you cry out. He snickers and unclenches his teeth, trailing further down, teasing along your collarbone and over the tender flesh of your shoulder, once more nipping into you. He tortures your flesh, sucking it until it throbs.
He goes lower, tracing his path first with the metallic cold of the blade, then piercing with his teeth. He bites into the curve of your tit, he leaves sore marks blazing all around, at last taking a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirls around your hard bud, toying with it, sucking, flicking, until finally he bites again.
You sob as he sinks his teeth in. You feel the flesh break and the warmth trickles from you into his mouth. He hums as he drinks it in, unlatching to let your rough skin turn fiery in the open air. He tends to the next, just as cruelly, as your body wracks in shock and agony.
How can this be happening? It can’t be real. You don’t understand. Who is this man? Where did he come from? You close your eyes, trying to hide from reality as it nips at your flesh.
You drone as he leaves a trail of spit and blood down your stomach, biting again and again, a tortured trail down to the top of your denim shorts. Your legs shake, threatening to give out.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tisks and pinches your thigh, “you are weak but you will not give up, pet.”
He cuts along the seams of your shorts, left then right. You tremble with bubbling, teary gulps. The denim falls to your feet and he uses the end of his knife to play with the cotton elastic of your panties. He clicks his tongue but does not voice his amusement further.
He drops to his knees, a hand framing your hip as your legs quake. He squeezes, his thumb jabbing into your pelvis. He drags his knife down the front of your panties and hooks the fabric along the tip. He tugs until they rip, breaking through the fabric, cutting a line along your cunt.
He turns the flat of the blade against your flesh, grazing the folds before pulling it away. You bat your lashes as terror overflows. Your head lolls as your muscles twitch. You see the man’s faint shadow in the slats of moonlight breaking between the cedar trunks, you hear him lick the blade with a purr.
A silver shine reflects the eerie night glow as he raises his knife. You scream as he aims it toward you, stabbing into the wood just beside you. Your heart hammers to cacophony as he laughs at your fright.
He pushes his hand up your thigh, his calloused fingers mean against your soft skin. He feels along the shorn cotton and dips two fingers into the opening. He delves between your lips, flicking his fingers up and down your cunt. Your legs quiver and you clutch onto the divots in the bark, fighting not to fold into a heap.
He slides his fingers back and forth, feeling every part of you, doting on your clit, only to trail back to your entrance. You suck in air sharply and sob. Please just do it. Just let it be over with.
He pushes into you. Slowly, Deliberately. He leans forward and nuzzles the soft vee of hair along your cunt and sighs into you as he wiggles his fingers deeper and deeper. You groan as he stretches you. Even as your body reacts, even as the slickness welcomes the intrusion, it hurts.
He growls as he meets some resistance. You clench around his knuckles and he rams his fingers into you, to their limit. You shriek and your sandals slip in the dirt. Your nail catches in the veins of the tree and snaps.
The coolness of his tongue frightens you as it pokes out and slides along your lips. He tilts his head and glides between your folds, doting on your clit with furious flutters. You gulp and gasp, panting as a new heat blooms inside of you. Your pulse races with more than adrenaline.
He eases his fingers back then in again. Your cunt clenches around him, constricting as his tongue toys with you, flurries your nerves to an unbearable storm. Your insides clutch as rivulets of hot and cold gather in your core, mingling to a fiery roil.
You spasm, stunned by your own body. You stand on your toes as your muscles tauten and your nerves ping off each other. You cum with a raspy whine, forced over the edge by the battle of his thrusting fingers and diligent tongue.
His laughter rumbles through you as he indulges in your dissemblance. He slows as you heave helplessly. He slides his fingers out of you, leaving an emptiness there, and wipes your cum down your leg. He parts from your cunt entirely, a rocky snarl as he stands.
You smell yourself on his breath as he comes close again. He grabs the back of your neck and draws you away from the tree. Your legs tingle and shake beneath you. He turns and hurls you down to the ground. You land on your knees, hitting your elbows in the dirt.
He grabs your hips, keeping them up. He kneels behind you, one hand brushing up your back and forcing your chest down to the ground. You don’t fight him, you have nothing left.
He feels along your panties, hooking his fingers in the rent of the fabric and tears it further up your ass. He gropes you roughly, digging his nails into your skin and dragging them up, leaving hot scratches along your ass. He runs his hand from your shoulders to your hip, gripping you as his other hand retreats from your ass.
The air stills and your ears ring as each breath scalds in your chest. You stare into the deep void of the forest as his zipper splits through the silence. Time slows as dread suffocates you. This is it. This is really happening.
His fingers tickle along your ass and you twitch. He reaches your cunt, rubbing and spreading your lips, taunting you as he curves his fingers along it. He edges closer on your knees, pushing yours wider, and he pulls his hand away.
He prods you with his tip, making a slow path down to your entrance. He circles it as he groans, basking in the tension of that moment. He leans against you until his tip slips into you. You strain around him, heaving into a horrifying wail as he pushes deeper.
He reaches to your neck, pinning your face in the dirt as he jerks his hip, filling you with the single, agonizing motion. You cry out louder, your horror echoing into the sky. Your head quakes and your ears vibrate with the volume of your own grief, rising from you without restraint.
He slides back and snaps into you again. The slap of flesh underlines your breathy weeps. His weight puts an ache in your neck and down your spine. Your fingers dip into the dirt as you clutch at handfuls of dirt. He bucks again, again, again, each time growling with delight.
His palm cracks against the side of your ass, a new pain radiating through your hips. With each thrust, he smacks you, curling his nails into you, pinching, only to do it again. You whimper and wail, trapped in his fervour as you taste soil and the salt of your tears.
He bends over you, hooking his arm around your middle and the other around your neck. He sits up with you against him. His hand brushes up your side and kneads your chest as he rocks you in his lap. Your head lolls as you hiccup through your tears.
He ruts from below, splitting you in two as his muscle bulges around your neck. You wheeze as he squeezes tighter and tighter, until the world speckles to grey and black. You feel his final, jarring rams as they throb in your core, and the sudden burst of heat inside you. Almost soothing as it assures you of the end.
But it is not. He puts you on your back. Senseless, dazed, he’s on top of you, crawling over you like an animal. He fucking you against the ground, holding your leg bent against him, biting into the flesh along your shoulder. Torturing you from the inside until he’s spent again.
Not spent, not done. You’re on your side, the world flickering beneath teared-webbed lashes, each ruts shaking you. Legs together, he claps against your thighs until again he empties into you with a raucous roar.
Again, again, again. Until you’re smeared with dirt, grass, sweat, and cum. Until you’re left an empty husk across the forest floor.
Your eyelids part as he pulls the blade from the tree, a softer light emanating from the sky as the dawn approaches. He sheathes the knife as he marches around you, poking you with the dirt of his boot. He stops and squats at your side, a crooked smile on his lips.
“This hunt is not over, pet,” he reaches to brush a roughened thumb across your cheek, “I know you are stronger than this.”
He stands again and rolls his shoulders as he shakes out his mussed curls. He takes a step forward, then another, and another, striding into the sunrise without a look back. You lay prone across the lumpy ground, trying to untangle his words. They are more than a warning, they are a promise.
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Surprise
Larissa Weems x fReader
Larissa hasn't been herself lately, and to make things worse, she's nearing 50.
Happy ending, ~3.9k words
Warnings: Suicidal ideation, depressed and tired Larissa
You knocked on the large wooden doors to the principals office, awaiting the sound of a voice that would bless your ears. It was the middle of the school day, she had to be here. When no response came, you decided you'd try the handle, and you walked in unexpectedly being greeted by nobody.
You made your way cautiously to the desk, which held nothing on its surface- except for a calendar.
December 2023
Tuesday - 'Rogers birthday'
Friday -'My birthday'
You weren't surprised that Larissa was keeping track of birthdays, she was in charge of planning them, after all. When a staff member at Nevermore had a birthday, Larissa would plan a social for the end of the work day. Like today for instance, you would soon be heading for cake, a little gift for roger, and perhaps a few drinks with the other teachers. Oddly enough though, you hadn't heard mention of a social on Friday. You focused on the calendar slot where Larissa had written 'My birthday'. December 8th, you committed to memory, that was her birthday.
Rogers party was enjoyable. The cake was rather yummy, and the staff had a few laughs together. "So, any more birthdays coming up soon? I could go for another cake" Roger joked after thanking Larissa for the party. Larissa tilted her head in thought, "Um, no. Not until next month." Some teachers let out a sarcastic huff of disappointment, but you took in the woman before you, confused.
Her face told you otherwise, it told you that she had lied, rather well, but not well enough.
Her face told a story, that maybe only you could read, of sadness, rejection, and loneliness. Perhaps Larissa didn't like the attention, or perhaps she didn't like parties. Perhaps she was scared of getting older, many people were.
You have only recently, about four months ago, became part of the Nevermore family, but you were quick to feel accepted and become enamoured with the woman. You and Larissa weren't very close, but that was likely because you were far too shy around her. Still, you thought that Larissa deserved to celebrate, she deserved to celebrate herself.
When the social came to an end, you pulled Vlad aside and asked if he had ever attended a celebration for Larissa's birthday, to which he shook his head no, and said that he was sure it was in the summer, because nobody had ever mentioned it.
That night you did a little digging. Probably, most likely, definitely too much digging. Did you go too far with things? Sometimes. But this was important, this was important to you.
You called your friend who worked for the United States government. "You want to know someone's birthday, huh? What are you doing, planning a party?" You laughed, why else would you want to know someone's birthday? "Larissa Marie Weems. Yes, I found it. Born in England, came to the United States in 1989-" "Okay Bri, I don't need her whole history" you interrupted. "Sorry, sorry. Her birthday is December 8th, 1973. Well, according to her file, anyway" she chuckled. You thanked your friend before hanging up and getting to work.
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Larissa had not been herself lately. Weather it was due to her slow recovery, the betrayal of a supposed friend last year, the school being in shambles until some months ago, or her blatant loneliness, she didn’t know. Perhaps it was everything. She had not been herself since, well, since when? Who was she, exactly?
The headmistress of Nevermore, the girl who stayed in the same place mentally, and also physically, most of her life? The girl who loved, and lost, but was never loved back, was never lost in return. The girl who studied, excelled, travelled, and then came back. The girl who stayed, she was always the girl who stayed.
And now she was a woman, nearing 50, who still stayed. She stayed in her mind, full of trauma, deaths, and, you guessed it, more trauma. She stayed in her school, in her home, which was starting to feel, unsafe? Unlike a home, unlike her. She stayed in her thoughts, which were heartbreakingly also starting to feel unsafe.
Ah yes, she was nearing 50. And after all of these years, so, so many years, she thought that she may have a friend by now. A real friend, perhaps a partner. Someone who didn't abandon her willingly, or die on her unwillingly. Someone who wouldn't try to kill her for their own benefit.
She didn't know, had no clue actually, what she would do, what she could do, to get someone to like her. What was so wrong with her, she thought. What was so wrong with her that nobody liked her? She wasn't ugly, although she could be insecure. She could be scary, mean, authoritative, it was her job, her demeanour. But, she could also be sweet, loving, kind, caring, helpful, she knew that she was all of those things.
Deep down, she knew. Deep, deep down, she knew she wanted to love, she had SO much love to give. Alas, it seemed nobody wanted to give it back. So, she spent her years taking care of the younger generation, hoping and praying that none of them would turn out like she had. Depressed, lonely, full of defeat, trauma, self hatred and, love. She spent her time trying to bury her thoughts in work, in late nights, in wine, under a façade, but deep, deep down, she wanted out. She no longer wanted to be the one who stayed.
She stared at the calendar which was now on her coffee table, haunting her as she downed another glass of red. December 8th, a day that her mother had brought her into this world, this nasty, cruel, unforgiving, hateful world. This beautiful, tearjerking, progressive, lovely world. December 8th, the day that her family rarely celebrated. December 8th, the day that she rarely celebrated. God she loved that day, and at the same time, she absolutely resented it. She really, really dreaded that day, for it was a day that Morticia had ignored and belittled.
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December 6th, 1990
"Happy Birthday Tish!" Larissa smiled, greeting Morticia in the quad at lunch. "Thank you Issa" Morticia replied, wrapping her arms around the taller girl. Larissa held a small box out to Morticia, "I got you something." Morticia took the box and sat down, Larissa sat across from her. Morticia opened the box and found a small black bracelet that Larissa had made especially for her. The beads were made of obsidian and onyx, with an 'M' placed in the middle. Morticia slipped it on and took Larissa's hand, "Thank you Issa" she said, as she blew her a kiss. Morticia then turned her attention to Gomez and a few other girls at the table. "So, I was thinking Saturday, we invite everyone to my room and then down to the quad for my birthday celebration!" Gomez agreed, and the other girls quickly followed up with fun things that they could do to celebrate. "Tish?" Larissa spoke quietly. "Cara Mia?" Morticia replied. "My birthday is Saturday, remember?" Morticia's eyebrows furrowed before she faked an expression of surprise. "Oh, right. Well, can you celebrate Sunday? Or another day?" Larissa looked down to her lap and fidgeted with her hands as she pondered Morticia's words. Another day? But her birthday was actually on Saturday, Morticia's wasn't. "Well, can't you celebrate yours tonight?" Morticia laughed, "No Larissa, Thursday isn't a good day for a party." Larissa nodded in agreement, although she didn't actually agree. Larissa smiled as she came up with a great idea. "Well, can we merge our parties on Saturday? We can celebrate together!" Morticia frowned at this idea, why would she want to share her party? "I think we should celebrate separate love, we can have two parties. Mine will be Saturday, and yours can be Sunday." Morticia went back to planning her party with the others as Larissa sat there in silence and defeat. She knew that nobody would want to celebrate on Sunday after having a big party on Saturday, she knew that nobody would come, not for her.
As it was, Saturday Larissa celebrated Morticia in their dorm, but rejected following them down into the quad. Some people wished Larissa a happy birthday, but Morticia, did not. Larissa celebrated that night, alone in her room with a hot chocolate and a pastry. "Happy birthday to me" she whispered, as she blew out a candle and let smoke fill the empty room.
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Yes, December 8th was a day for Larissa, and perhaps that's why she felt dread. She was nearing 50, in 3 days, to be precise, and all she wished for was, well, was to die.
She wished that her mother never had her, she wished that she had not lived through everything she had, alone, so utterly alone. She wished that it wasn't a day that she could resent, she wished that it wasn't a day that Morticia could make her hate. She wished that it wasn't a day at all, for maybe it didn't have to be.
Oh how ironic it would be, to perish the same day on which you were born. Like Shakespeare, letting every word she had said become nothing, and every word she had never spoken become something. It would send a message, but to whom? To whom did Larissa have to send a message? And so close to Christmas, at that.
Larissa loved Christmas, well, she used to. It was so warm, so cozy, so breathtaking, so…heartbreaking. She didn't have a family, but perhaps if she did, she might actually come to like her birthday, the winter, the holidays. She might drink hot chocolate and sit by the fire and feel safe, she might feel okay, she might feel loved. She might not sit at the Weathervane alone, as everyone went back home for the holidays. She might not sit in her office by the fire, downing red and eating cookies that she baked herself, by herself. She might not walk through the snowy filled streets and let the glow of the artificial lights wash over her with tears in her eyes and nobody by her side. She might not stare down at the snow and see herself as a child, building a snowman and smashing her friend in the face with a snowball. She might not loathe the fact that she was who she was, and the fact that she was born on December 8th. Because when it all came down to it, her birthday, Christmas, and every single other day of the year, time was time. Time was fake, time was long, time was tears, and time was wrong. Time meant nothing, if she allowed it to mean nothing.
Yet she didn't, she allowed it to mean something. She let it mean something. She let it make her wish that she hadn't been here, that she wasn't here now.
That night she pondered over life, and death, and she came to the conclusion that she wasn't who she once was, nor was she who people were led to believe. She came to the conclusion that Nevermore would suffer without her, without their headmistress. But, she had one wish, one birthday wish.
Let it, she thought, let it suffer, for she has suffered enough for everyone. ___________________________________________________________________________________
When Friday, December 8th came, Larissa awoke with a heavy heart. She sat up in her bed as tears fell like bricks into her lap, and her hands trembled as she knew what they would soon be capable of.
Still, she went throughout her day as Principal, one last time. She greeted the students in the hallways, one last time. She made sure that her affairs and the schools affairs were in order, one last time. She shapeshifted and walked through the school, taking in everything that she could, one last time. And, she cried over Morticia's photo, one last time.
She settled down in front of the fire with a glass of wine in her hand and a hot chocolate, indulging one last time. It was only 4 in the afternoon, but she was tired, she was so incredibly tired.
She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the sofa as she thought about her birthday. Nobody had wished her happy birthday, nobody knew it was her birthday, nobody except you. But she didn't know that you knew, and as she thought about dying on the same date that she was born, she smiled, for nobody would know.
"Larissa!" you almost screamed, barging into her office frantically. Her eyes opened in a panic as she shot her wide gaze to you. You almost lost your act as you took her in, sitting on the sofa with wine and hot chocolate. Her office was clean, cleaner than usual, and she looked so tired, had she been crying? It was only quarter after 4, what was she doing?
"We have a problem, follow me!" you said in a hurry, ushering her up and out of her office. Larissa followed behind you as your pace quickened, and she rolled her eyes at the thought of having to deal with one of Nevermore's problems, one last time.
As she followed you through the halls, she watched your pace slow and your worry fade. You ended up walking beside her, and taking her hand in yours. Part of your brain told you that she might not follow, that she might know that there was no problem and run away. Part of your brain told you that maybe she didn’t at all want to celebrate, and that she would reject the surprise party and leave in tears.
Still, you held her hand as you stared up at her, your panicked act fading into a large smile. Larissa was so confused as to why you were holding her hand, and smiling at her? She looked down at your no longer panicked face and her eyes met yours, they were, admiring? You looked happy, joyful, loving, and maybe, maybe you were hiding something.
As you both neared the staff room Larissa stopped dead in her tracks. "What is the problem?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows at you. "It’s in here, come" you said, slowly opening the door to the staff room. You walked in slightly, enough to be able to turn on the lights, and Larissa stepped beside you. "I don't see a-" "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
Everyone shouted and jumped up as you flicked the lights on, and you winced when you watched Larissa jump back in surprise. Larissa's mouth dropped open as she scanned the room, her eyes wide in shock. As you looked up at her expression your heart sunk a bit, for she didn’t look grateful, she didn't look like anything. Surprised, she was, but not happy surprised. "Larissa?" you whispered, and she whipped her head around and bent down to you, putting on a faceless expression. "Is this okay?" you asked hesitantly. Larissa blinked a few times before she turned to the room of people. Her staff were staring at her expectantly with smiles on their faces. She noticed a cake on the middle table, decorations, and a birthday sign that said 'Happy 30th!'
She began to walk slowly into the room, taking you with her. Once she got to the middle table, Larissa slowly but surely smiled. She took a deep breath and looked down at you, before looking around to all of her staff. "Thank you all" she said, bringing her other hand to her chest and laying it on her heart. Teachers then walked to her one by one and gave her a hug, saying happy birthday to her personally. You took that time to reach into your bag and dig out a birthday sash that read 'Birthday Queen'. You walked up to her and she laughed when she saw the sash, bending down to your level so you could slip it over her head and onto her body.
The party kicked off with everyone singing happy birthday to her, and then she blew out many candles on a chocolate cake that read 'Happy Birthday Larissa!'. You pulled out a bottle of her favorite red, which you knew she had already been drinking, and poured her a glass to go with her cake. When everyone finished eating, they socialized and played a few games that you had set out, and you took this time to finish her card.
You sat her down again and presented her with it. When she opened the card, it was full of small messages and signatures of everyone on the staff. Larissa scanned all the names before deciding that she would read the messages later tonight. You watched as a tear escaped her eye, but she was smiling. Your heartbeat quickened before it rested, happy tears, you thought. She looked around at everyone as she wiped at her eyes. "Thank you all so much. I haven't celebrated my birthday in so long."
“We didn't know when your birthday was Larissa, I thought it was in the summer" Vlad chuckled. Larissa giggled and sighed, "I know, I kept it a secret." Larissa then furrowed her brows and looked around at her staff, "Wait, how did you all find out?" Roger instantly gestured to you and smiled, "Y/N found out." Larissa looked down at you and tilted her head in question as a blush spread on your cheeks. "Y/N planned the whole party" Vlad added. The woman pouted her lip as she took your hand in hers. She smiled and squeezed your hand as her eyes watered, "Thank you darling."
The party went on and your heart clenched at the sight of Larissa enjoying herself with the others. You didn't know if she resented you for telling everyone about her birthday, but you were glad that she was celebrating herself. You were relieved, in awe really, you hoped that your digging and planning meant something to her.
When the party was over and most people left, you started cleaning up the room. Larissa stayed with you and started to clear the tables. "Larissa don't worry about the mess, I got it" you smiled. She waved a hand at you dismissively, "Nonsense darling, let me help you." After everything had been cleaned up, you turned to her nervously. "Happy birthday Larissa, I hope it was enjoyable." Larissa smiled down at you and whispered a thank you. She then paused, "Come with me, will you?" You nodded and followed along.
She led you to her office where she gestured for you to sit on the sofa. You placed your bag on the floor and turned to her. "How did you find out that my birthday was today?" she asked. You chuckled in embarrassment, "I saw it written in your calendar."
Larissa's expression turned to one of joy as she laughed and shook her head, "Sneaky girl" she mused. You reached into your bag and pulled out a small box with her name on it. Larissa looked at you in shock as you held it out to her. "I didn't know if you liked celebrating, or if you even liked your birthday at all after you said that there were no more staff birthdays this month" you chuckled. "But, I thought that you were worth celebrating Larissa, so I got you something."
You held the box out to the woman as she stared down at you in awe. Her breathing was rapid and her eyes were teary once again, and you thought that she might not take it. You reached for her hand and placed the box into her delicate palm, "It’s not much, sorry" you smiled.
Larissa looked down at the box and slowly began to open it. Inside she found a bracelet, made with beads of Moonstone and Lapis Lazuli, a birthstone for the month of December, and the color of Larissa's eyes, you noted. In the middle of the bracelet there was a bead with the letter 'L'.
Larissa brought her hand to cover her gasp when she realized that you had made it yourself, all for her. As tears spilled from her eyes, you had no idea what was happening. You also had no time to say anything before the blonde woman wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tight against her. You felt her sniffle and cry into you, and you nuzzled your head into her as you began to stroke her hair. You didn't know why she was reacting like this, but no matter, you'd comfort her any day, you'd do anything for her, any day.
You let Larissa cry into your shoulder for a few minutes before you pulled back, and your eyes met her mascara stained face. "I love it" she whispered. You smiled and nodded. "I usually resent my birthday Y/N. Nobody ever celebrates with me and I, I have some bad memories." Larissa sniffled as she pressed her forehead to yours. "I'm sorry Larissa, I just thought you deserved to be celebrated." Larissa furrowed her brows, "Really?" You cupped her face in your hands, "Yes, really" you whispered.
Larissa stared into your eyes, perhaps she was trying to read you. She paused, and then she gave in. "I haven't been doing too well, darling. This time of year is lonely, and it's always hard for me, and I-" Larissa didn't get to finish her sentence because her voice wavered and tears fell again. You wiped them from her cheeks with your thumbs as she tried to told them back and her gaze fell to the floor. "Look at me Larissa" you whispered. Larissa again met your eyes hesitantly, and it was confirmed, you were right. She was sad, she was lonely, and she wasn't herself, but "I'm here for you. I will be here for you Larissa, please allow me to help you." Larissa let out a sob as she pulled you into her again and found comfort in your neck. You kissed her on the cheek and breathed in her being, as you felt tears fall from your own eyes. "I wanted to celebrate today Larissa, because, I'm so glad that you were born, I'm so happy that you're here. I'm so grateful for you, beautiful. I'm so, so proud of you."
Later that night, Larissa sat in her quarters, reading the messages that her friends had written. She pulled you tight next to her as she smiled at the bracelet on her arm, the bracelet that you had made her. Larissa realized that she did have people who loved her, in one way or another. She realized that she did want to live, she just didn't want to live alone. She came to the conclusion that you had saved her from herself that day. Such a simple gesture from you, a woman that hadn't known her that long, your observation and attention, and your thoughtfulness and love, had saved her.
You kissed her forehead and pulled her face closer to yours, winking. “Happy Birthday Larissa, 50 looks good on you." Larissa smiled and scoffed playfully as she returned the kiss to your nose.
Perhaps December 8th didn't need to mean anything, anything bad or traumatic, at least. Perhaps time didn’t mean anything, perhaps it didn't need to, if she didn't allow it. Perhaps she was the one that stayed, and perhaps you would be too.
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I’d love to see a part three of the Most Wonderful Time of the year where Theo gets to be a big brother to a little sister and reader is pregnant again this time with a little girl and her and Melissa got married. Please and thank you. I enjoyed parts 1 & 2.
-The most wonderful time of the year?- Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Gender:fluff fluff FLUFFFFFFF
Warnings : (+18) very light mention of sex.
Summary:Melissa makes the worst mistake of her life by letting you go when things don't go the way you wanted them to. Years later, fate pulls you together again, Melissa just hopes it's not too late to fix things. When you finally give it another chance, you realize it was the right thing to do.
Thank you for all the comments and requests, I haven't had time to respond but I read everything and it made me very happy your love and blessings for the new year. . Don't be afraid to send petitions, remember that it can also be from Brienne or Larissa 💕 Enjoyyyy
From your son's birthday, everything started to run smoothly. At first you were afraid that your son wouldn't be happy to see Melissa so often, but the little one was very happy about the extra attention and that he was no longer left "alone" at school waiting for you when work got complicated. Thanks to Mel taking care of him when you couldn't, you were able to save a little money that you used to use to pay the babysitter.
It was very funny to see how they interacted with each other. When Mel asked you out on a date, your son hogged her attention while Mel listened intently at him and caressed your hand so you wouldn't feel left out. When you wanted to go out alone, your son would make puppy eyes to go with you and Melissa could rarely say no, they had known each other for a relatively short time and he was already the redhead's biggest weakness.
You had told Mel that she could go home as many times as she wanted but that you didn't want her to stay overnight because you didn't want your son to see that and get excited about things that weren't sure yet.
Thanks to Mel, the mornings of dropping your son off at school became easier, before it was hard to convince him to stay, now he was excited to greet the redhead and always asked you when she would teach him, although he loved his teacher Barbara, he also wanted Mel to teach him.
It was really a relief to be with the redhead again, although you didn't want to admit it, it was very difficult for you to manage your son, work and everything else alone. Even if you didn't admit it, you missed Mel and her company so much, that you finally felt at peace having her again in your life.
Their interactions at home were cute and funny, but you wanted to see them interact in other places, so when you had a day off you accompanied your son and the school for a walk at the zoo, you almost melted with cuteness watching them.
The redhead was with her group of students and you were next to your son and Barbara's students, your son was one of the smallest in height and age, so it was easy for him to get lost among the older children, so you were paying close attention to him. But at one point when you were distracted for two seconds when another child spoke to you, your child was no longer by your side. You almost panicked, until you saw your little one run up to Mel and give her little hands for her to pick him up, which she did. Your little one rested his little head on the redhead's shoulder and began to play with her necklaces smiling. You knew that loud noises and being among so many children upset him sometimes, so you were surprised to see how calm he stayed with her. After telling Barbara that you would be away from her for a second, you went with your son and Mel.
Your son opened his eyes wide when he saw you coming and hid around the redhead's neck to avoid seeing you because he knew that he had done wrong to go around without telling you or letting you know where he was going. Mel looked at him confused and then looked at you smiling
-"Hello again hon"-Mel spoke without being able to hide her smile of being with you again, no matter how much time passed, having you around made her happy
-"Hi Lisa, could you have seen Theo? He left without telling me and he knows he has to let me know when we are among so many people... No matter how excited he's to go somewhere or with someone, he has to let me know..."-You spoke up and your son hid more. You were aware that he thought that if he didn't see you, you couldn't see him either. Mel frowned
-"I didn't know that he had escaped without warning. I think Theo, being the good kid that he is, needs to come out and apologize to Mom. Don't you think so, Theo?"-Melissa whispered to him and your son still hidden, shook his head-"Then your mom is going to get upset and so am I, and this time your wet puppy eyes won't work, you better apologize before we get angry or I'll not give you more candy"-The redhead spoke more firmly, and your son sighed, coming out of hiding on the redhead's neck looking at you pouting
-"I'm sody mommy... I wanted to come with Lisa, I like being with hed, sody for not letting you know...I fogot"-Your son apologized playing shy with his little hands and you smiled, especially when you heard him call Melissa Lisa the way you did.
-"It's okay baby, but at least let Lisa or me know next time, okay?" - You asked, and your son nodded, smiling and playing with the redhead's chains again while muttering a song-"I have to go help Barbara with the other kids, will you stay with Lisa?"-You asked, and your son nodded again, smiling, happy to stay with Mel, who gave him cookies from the ones she had kept in her purse. Mel always had food or candy and your son loved it when she shared with him
-"I'll take care of him, we'll see you at lunch"-Mel assured you and you made your way to Barbara listening a little more than they were talking about
-"Lisa? Can I tell you a biiiiig sequet?-Your child asked, and Mel nodded, paying attention to him-" When I gow up I want to be a ninja pofesol doctol, like you and my mama and Jackie Chan!"-Your son said excitedly and Mel gasped surprised
-"That's the best profession I've ever heard, you'll have to teach me karate one day!"-Mel replied and your son swore by his pinky. You laughed when you heard them.
At lunchtime, you rejoined them who were talking excitedly as they ate the food Mel had brought
-"Hello beautiful people, what are you talking about?"-You sat down next to them and Mel handed you a tupperware of food for which you smiled and thanked
-"We... We wel... We..."-Your child started stuttering and staring at the redhead nervously and you frowned
-"We were talking about the animals we saw, a giraffe licked Theo's hand!"-Your son nodded excitedly and sighed with relief trying to wink at Mel surreptitiously but failed in the attempt, something was happening but you didn't know what, but you didn't want to find out any further either, you trusted them, you knew that if it was something serious, Mel would tell you later. There were times when your child was honest about certain things with her 'cause he didn't want to worry you, like when he was teased at school, and even though Mel promised not to say anything, she told you everything afterwards when you were alone.
At the end of the zoo walk, Theo returned with Barbara and the group and Mel stood next to you brushing your hand with her fingers while smiling
-"Do you think I can stay at your house tonight? We could watch a movie with Theo, I could make the kind of food you like, lasagna, you can make dessert, we spend some time together..."-You were loving the idea that Mel was telling you-"Maybe I could stay in the night with you... Having a grown-up sleepover, if you know what I mean... To receive your birthday how you deserve, naked like God brought you to the world..."-Melissa whispered the last part and you looked at her nervously, you had already had sex several times, but Mel had never stayed home with your son being there.
-"I don't know, Lisa... I don't want Theo to get confused and get ideas of something that I don't know what it is yet..."-You whispered, avoiding her gaze and Mel took your hand, caressing it delicately
-"First, Theo is going to be asleep at that time to know that I've slept with you, second, we can tell him it's a sleepover like the ones he has with his friends or tell him that it was too late to leave and that I slept on the couch , third, that kid loves to have me at home, I don't think he suspects me of staying there one night if I'm there so often... But if you're not sure, we can do it another night..."-Mel smiled and kissed your cheek, you sighed and smiled
-"No... Stay tonight, I miss sleeping with you and it would be a nice birthday present to have you by my side in the morning... I'm just overthinking everything as usual"-You smiled and continued walking next to the redhead.
In the evening, Mel came home with everything ready to cook and a little apron for your son that said "the little chef." The three of you started cooking together, making pasta and preparing lasagna and then making dessert together. With everything ready, you sat in the living room, your son and his dog on the carpet and you with Mel on the couch. The food was delicious and the movie entertaining, your son had chosen monsters inc, a movie that he knew by heart and said all the dialogues, which you were used to, but you were surprised when Mel also started talking and doing voices like him. You smiled at the sight of the two of them.
-"Mama?"-Your son spoke to you and you looked at him carefully taking your eyes off the TV, Mel did the same -"I want a little sister like Boo one day, Can I ask Santa for that next Christmas?"-Your son smiled excitedly and you almost choked on the wine you were drinking. The truth is that you wanted more children, but Mel was already used to a child, to being with Theo, when she didn't want any before, you didn't know how the idea of another baby would go with her.
-"I don't know if Santa is taking orders to bring babies, but you can try if you want"-That was the only thing you said before you continued to watch the movie.
By the end of the movie, the meal and dessert were over and your son was snuggled between the two of you and his dog, almost asleep, hugging your hand and Mel's, which were entwined over his little body making him feel safe. When he started snoring softly, you went to pick him up to take him to his bed, but he complained muttering that he wanted Mel and you to take him to his bed and read him a story.
After reading him a story and snuggling him in bed with the little puppy by his feet, the two of you went down to arrange things, while you were about to lift the dishes, Mel's hands wrapped around your waist and she smiled kissing your neck resting her front against your back
-"Let's leave this for tomorrow, let's go to the room... I want to be with you, I want to fill you with kisses and caresses all over your body. I want to make you happy and welcome your new year of life in the best way possible"-Mel whispered in your neck and you agreed without much opposition.
The next morning you smiled feeling the softness of the sheets against your naked body and remembering everything that had happened the night before, but a shiver ran through your body when you realized that the heat radiating from Mel's body was not there anymore. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs and then got up and looked for clothes to wear. Mel's shirt was there, so you wore it along with a pair of shorts. The aroma of freshly baked cookies made you smile and walk downstairs. When you were halfway through, you could hear your son's laughter next to Mel's, when you got down you saw how Mel was full of flour and your son was full of cream to decorate cookies, the puppy was at their feet licking everything that fell and could reach.
When the two of them saw you, they smiled a lot and held up a tray of cookies that said happy birthday and shouted in unison singing the happy birthday song, something that frightened the little puppy and made him run away and slip because of the drool he had left on the floor from having licked everything.
-"Mommy, I asked Lisa yesteday at the zoo to stay and help me make cookies fo you bithday! And my plan wodked."-Your little one screamed smiling a lot and the two of them ran to hug you sticking the flour and cream to you too. Without being able to help it, you began to cry, this was what you wanted, what you imagined, a family with Mel, something you thought you had lost years ago but it was in front of you, perfect just as you imagined.
The months began to pass and you decided to give a title to the relationship, officially you were girlfriends, which made your son very happy since you were no longer alone and you were also dating his favorite person, Mel. More months passed and you all moved in together.
Also one day Mel called you crying at work and you were very worried, but you calmed down when she told you that your son called her mom at school and she was so happy that she couldn't stop crying.
When you had already spent 2 years living together , your whole family and Mel's family got together to celebrate Christmas at your house.
Theo and his puppy were behind Melissa opening and handing out presents, while you sat on the couch with your little newborn daughter, Sky, asleep on your chest. After everyone had received their presents, Mel and your son handed you a small gift box, the last one under the tree. As you looked at them confused, the redhead took your little daughter and snuggled her in her arms while your son smiled at you a lot.
-"I thought you said we wouldn't give each other more than 3 gifts this year..."-You murmured and Melissa kissed you shutting you up and sucked your lip making you blush from the amount of people there
-"It's a small one, now behave yourself and open it without asking any more questions"-The redhead answered you and you looked at her seriously squinting, but when you opened the gift you couldn't believe it, a beautiful ring with a red ruby like Melissa's hair was inside. Surprised and confused, you looked at Mel
-"It's beautiful, but what does this mean?"-You asked, and Mel smiled
-"I want to spend this Christmas and all the ones that come with you and our two children, I want to be their mother officially in all the legal papers and if you want, I would like you to be my wife, what do you say? Do you want to marry me?"-Smiling at what she was saying, you jumped up from the couch and grabbed her cheeks, kissing her hard, careful not to crush your daughter, with tears streaming down your cheeks. The redhead smiled and pulled away a bit -" Is that a yes?"-she asked arrogantly and you laughed lifting Theo holding him in your arms and getting close to her again
-"Of course it's a yes, I'd be crazy if I said no" - You murmured and kissed her again, laughing when you heard the disgusting noise your son made and seeing how he covered Sky's eyes so that the baby would not see you two kissing
-"Iugh moms! I'll protect you Boo"-Your son called your daughter that because of monster's inc, he said that to his little sister and you laughed looking into Mel's eyes and thinking the same thing before attacking your two kids with kisses and tickles.
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hii it’s my birthday and i’m hoping if i could request our dom!larissa giving her baby kinda rough birthday fuck, thank youu
hello!! happy belated birthday! 🥳 i was working the last two days so i couldn't get this done as quickly as i wanted to but here ya go! i hope you like it and, either way, i hope you had a lovely birthday! (special thanks to @eveymay for the beta 🫶🏼)
Happy Birthday, My Darling
Larissa Weems x f!reader
Words: ~2.2k | ao3 link in title
Content/warnings: nsfw (smut) - consensual somnophilia, cunnilingus, blindfold, strap-ons, spanking, rough sex, marking, slight degradation, hair pulling
Larissa was an early riser, always waking up before you. Today, she was extra grateful for that fact - it was your birthday, and Larissa was excited to surprise you. You’d been together for almost a year, and this would be the first time you’d be celebrating your birthday together. You’d told her you weren’t really a fan of birthdays - you hadn’t had a party in years as you tended to be a bit of a loner, and your birthday always made you feel a bit sad. Your girlfriend, however, took this as a challenge: you would never have another reason to hate your birthday again.
She watched you as you slept beside her - you looked so peaceful, so blissfully unaware of the world around you. She couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face when she brushed a lock of hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear and you nuzzled further into the pillow with a soft sigh.
Your shirt had ridden up in the night, exposing your stomach, and Larissa trailed her fingers across the bare skin, watching for your reaction. Still deep asleep, you didn’t move a muscle. Shifting slightly, she swung one leg over your body, careful not to jostle you, and hovered over your stomach. Light, barely there kisses were placed up your abdomen, your shirt pushed up over your breasts to reveal rosy nipples. Larissa’s mouth watered at the sight and she wrapped her lips around one of the buds, sucking gently.
Her eyes were trained on your face the entire time. Aside from a small twitch and a hum, you didn’t react to Larissa’s tongue flicking over your nipple. When she rolled your other nipple between her fingers and gave it a light tug, you let out a breathy moan and wriggled underneath her - the sound made Larissa wet.
Trailing her lips back down your stomach, Larissa found herself grateful you hadn’t worn pants over your underwear. Settling between your thighs, she noticed the wet spot at the center of your panties and groaned. Your inner thighs were littered with kisses as you started to squirm more and more underneath her, until she finally pulled the underwear aside and gave your cunt a lick.
The feeling of Larissa’s tongue is what seemed to finally pull you fully from your slumber - you whimpered lightly and bucked your hips, still somewhat subconsciously. Larissa began to lap at your folds, savoring the divine taste of your wetness as she watched you raise your head, your eyes fluttering open.
“Rissa?”
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“Good morning, darling,” Larissa husked from between your legs.
Your next words were cut off when Larissa latched onto your clit and began to suck - a strangled cry left your throat instead and your hands flew to her head, tangling your fingers in her platinum curls to ground yourself.
The slight tug of her hair caused Larissa to gasp and double down on your pussy, fervently lapping at your folds. In your sleepy haze, you pushed your hips roughly into her face, making soft noises of pleasure as she brought you closer to the edge with her tongue. You’d admitted to her once that it would turn you on to wake up to something like this, and you were happy she was finally giving it a go. The thought of Larissa playing with your body while you were asleep was incredibly arousing to you.
With every flick of her tongue the coil behind your abdomen tightened, until you found yourself on the brink of orgasm.
“Rissa, I-I’m g-gonna-”
“Shh, darling,” Larissa cooed sweetly, pulling back - you found yourself whining at the loss of contact. “You’re not going to cum unless I tell you to.” Your eyes met hers, surprised by the hunger burning in her blown pupils. You found yourself nodding as a flush spread across your chest.
Larissa straddled your stomach, pressing her full weight down onto you, and reached up to pull your shirt over your head. Her lips were everywhere in an instant, pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck, across your chest - biting and sucking at the skin and leaving little red marks in their wake. Her fingers dug into your waist, hard enough to leave bruises as she showered your chest in attention until you were squirming beneath her.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” she growled into your ear. A whimper escaped your lips and you nodded, biting your lip. “What was that? No…?”
“Y-yes,” you gasped.
“Yes, what, my love?” Larissa’s lips brushed against your ear, her warm breath fanning over your neck - it sent a shiver down your spine.
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl for you.” You tried your best to stay still, heat pooling in your core as Larissa reached over to the bedside table, reaching into the drawer. She pulled out a silk blindfold, dangling it teasingly in front of your face - a question. You nodded and she placed it over your eyes, tying it securely behind your head and gently tugging it into place, her long, slender fingers brushing lovingly against your cheeks.
“I’ll be right back, love,” she purred, shifting her weight off of you. The room went silent as you waited for Larissa to return - you debated slipping a hand between your thighs and relieving some of the tension, but you knew you’d be subject to punishment if Larissa found you.
Still, the thought was so tempting… Surely you’d hear her return and would be able to stop in time… Your hand traveled down your body, cupping your sex over your underwear and rubbing the heel of your palm over your throbbing, needy clit in rough circles.
Quickly losing yourself in your own pleasure as you pictured Larissa toying with your cunt, you failed to hear the soft sounds of her footsteps approaching the bed again.
Her voice, thick like honey with lust, sounded directly above you, causing you to gasp in surprise and yank your hand away from your cunt as if burned.
“I thought you wanted to be my good girl,” she purred, her voice an octave lower than usual. You could hear the faux-disappointment and condescension in her voice and felt your cheeks burn with shame as the wetness between your legs grew. Then you felt the mattress dip next to you and Larissa’s breath on your cheek. “Or would you rather be a naughty slut for me?”
All you could do was whimper as you felt the mattress shift, and then Larissa was hovering over you, lowering her cunt onto your thigh - you could feel how wet she was and a filthy groan escaped your throat, a groan that died on your lips when Larissa tilted her hips forward and you felt the length of a silicone dildo press against your thigh.
“Oh fuck me,” you moaned, wiggling your hips impatiently as your walls clenched desperately around nothing.
“Oh, darling, that’s exactly what I intend to do,” Larissa said, her voice sickly sweet, bordering on patronizing as she slid off of you, leaving a trail of her slick coating your thigh. You could feel her toying with the waistband of your underwear and you lifted your hips to help her slide them down your legs. “How about you roll over and stick that pretty ass of yours in the air for me, hmm?”
Quick to comply, you got into position for Larissa, spreading your legs slightly as you stuck your ass into the air. Your heart was pounding, your sex throbbing as you waited for Larissa to make a move. Even the gentle caress of your waist sent a visible shiver down your spine, every one of your senses heightened as the blindfold blocked your vision.
Larissa dragged the tip of the strap through your drenched folds, humming as your hips twitched backwards and you let out a strangled gasp.
“Such a needy little slut,” she growled. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the little stunt you pulled earlier.”
A gentle hand began to caress your ass - the touch quickly turned rough and demanding as she palmed and squeezed the flesh. A loud smack resounded throughout the bedroom, followed quickly by a delicious stinging. You whimpered - though it was your punishment, Larissa knew how much you loved to be spanked, and you hoped to spur her on with your little noises. It worked - Larissa’s hand came down on your ass again, and again, the pain quickly morphing into pleasure.
“You’re just dripping for me, aren’t you?” Larissa cooed. It was true - you could feel your arousal trickling down your inner thigh and you pushed your hips back needily, spreading yourself open even more in the process.
This time, Larissa wasted no time - after briefly teasing your entrance with the strap, she pushed it roughly inside, all the way to the hilt. You gasped at the stinging sensation, your elbows buckling.
“S-so big,” you mumbled, still getting used to the stretch of what you hadn’t realized was the biggest dildo you owned.
“You’ll take it,” Larissa hummed, caressing the red flesh of your ass.
Even when being rough, she was not inconsiderate - she waited for you to wiggle your hips slightly before beginning to thrust her hips into yours. Finding a steady pace, she rutted against you, her hands wandering your hips and waist, squeezing at the soft flesh. Her fingers dug into your sides, fingernails leaving little crescent half-moons in their wake.
As your whimpers and moans became more frequent, you felt her hand slide around you, dipping between your legs. Her fingers brushed against your clit and your elbows fully gave out as you slipped forward, a filthy groan escaping your lips.
“Ah-ah,” she cooed. Her fingers continued to massage your clit as her other hand left your waist and buried itself in your hair, twisting to get a good grip and then yanking your head back. The sharp pain caused a fresh wave of arousal to pool in your center, the cock sliding in and out of you with ease.
“R-rissa - ah! I’m g-gonna c-” Another sharp pull at your hair cut you off as you cried out, in pain or pleasure you weren’t quite sure.
“You’re going to have to beg for it.”
Another whimper escaped your throat and you didn’t even know what you were saying as words began dripping desperately from your lips. “P-please, can I c-cum? Please, R-rissa, I c-can’t-”
You could feel your thighs begin to tremble as Larissa’s hips snapped into yours at a brutal pace, thoroughly fucking you from behind, her fingers working furiously at your clit. You were so close, you didn’t know how much longer you could hold back for.
“Look who’s being a good girl now,” she purred. “Cum for me, darling.”
A few more thrusts were all you needed before crying out, clenching around the cock, trembling as the coil in your belly rapidly unspooled.
“You take me so well,” Larissa murmured as she continued to rock her hips into yours, dragging the strap nearly all the way out before thrusting sharply back in and bottoming out. She repeated the action, working you up to your second orgasm, her fingers unrelenting on your clit.
Your second orgasm washed over you, and Larissa let go of the hair she was gripping to hold you up - you slumped forward onto the pillow, gasping softly as your body trembled with the aftershocks.
Larissa was gentle when she pulled out of you. The first thing she did was untie the blindfold, before slipping out of the harness and tossing it to the floor. You allowed yourself to sink into the mattress, your breathing heavy and erratic.
The shapeshifter crawled up the bed, settling beside you and pulling you against her bare chest. You smiled sleepily up at her, your eyes heavy-lidded.
“Was that alright, darling? I wasn’t too rough?” Her tone was caring and soft as she carded her fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.
“Mmmh, was alright,” you mumbled, brain still fuzzy, nuzzling into Larissa’s chest and slinging an arm over her waist to pull her even closer.
Larissa dipped her head down to press a tender, loving kiss to your lips.
“How about I draw us a bath? And then you can nap while I make us breakfast, how does that sound?”
You nodded sleepily and hummed your agreement, too spent to say much.
“Happy birthday, my darling. I love you so much.”
Your heart leapt at her words - you’d honestly forgotten it was your birthday. A blush colored your cheeks and you smiled shyly up at her. “I love you, too, Riss. Thank you.”
Larissa’s smile was affectionate and loving as she pressed a kiss to your nose. “Be right back, love.”
As you waited for Larissa to draw you a bath, snuggling into the sheets, you decided that if this is what birthdays with Larissa were like, you could even grow to love getting older.
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Lady Leonora Lesso Masterlist
Mommy…Master List
Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**
Series
Games w/ Sex Pollen Part 1*
Part 2*
Drunk on You Part 1
Part 2*, Part 3*& Part 4**
Anytime Soon… Part 1
Part 2*
You’ll Pay, Pet Part 1*
Part 2*
Unexpected Desires ~Dom!lesso xDom!Anemone xSub!Dovey xSub!Reader Part 1
Part 2**, Part 3
Extra Credit ~Dovesso xReader Part 1*
Part 2*
My Project ~Dovesso xFem Reader Part 1*
Part 2
One Shots
What’s My Name*
Fortunate Circumstances ~top!dovesso x reader*
My Mess*
Rescue Each Other
I’m Here for You ~motherly!lesso
Goddamnit, I like You
Now and Forever ~dovesso
Black Knickers*
Our Little Secret*
Red Fever*
Her Softening Heart ~soft!lesso*
A Very Pressing Matter*
Mommy & Wifey Cure Panic ~dovesso xreader*
It’s Mommy, Baby*
My Sweet Sub*
Beautifully Enough ~Soft!Lesso
Call Her Daddy*
Would You Look at That ~Sub!Lesso xDom!Anemone xDom!Reader*
Can’t Get Enough of You*
Who’s in Charge…*
Blazing Care in Your Eyes ~Soft!Lesso*
Takes One to Know One ~Lesso xLarissa Weems**
Careful What You Wish For*
Hold Me Tight Imagines ~Soft!Lesso xgn!Reader
Come Let Me Eat You Up*
Picnics, Need, & Care*
I’ll Rock Your World ~Top!Lesso*
Call Yourself Mine ~GN!Reader*
Happy Reunions ~Dovesso xWife Reader*
Too Much ~Soft!Lesso
Can’t Pretend It Doesn’t Bother Me ~Soft!Lesso xAFAB Trans!Male!Reader
Birthday Comfort ~Soft!Lesso
Begging for You*
Begging Kink w/ Lesso ~Kinktober*
Rope Uncut
Venus’ Seduction ~Sub!Lesso
It’s Okay to Be Not Okay ~Motherly!Lesso
Sadism with Lady Lesso*
Holiday Shopping Fun*
You Misunderstand Me, Baby*
Enchanted Choices with Unforeseen Consequences*
Oh You Are In For It…**
Stress Relief ~Daddy!Lesso x Emma Anemone*
You Make Submitting So Easy ~Dom!Lady Lesso xFem MascPresenting!Bottom!Sub!Lesbian!Reader
Sneering at Daddy ~Sub!Bratty!Lesso xFem Dom!Daddy!Reader
Caugh In Your Web ~Younger!Leonora Lesso xFem Dominatrix!Reader ~College Au
My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Lady Lesso xSub!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Reader**
Strip Me of My Power ~Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Bratty!Lady Lesso**
No One Cares About Logistics ~Dom!Cipher xSwitch!Lady Lesso xFem Sub!Reader**
Stay Away From Him
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Dinner Mix-Up
Larissa Weems x Reader
This is a super special birthday story for my wifey @funky--lesbian. She was the one who gave me the idea and I'm simply writing it out for her. It was so wonderful meeting you IRL Tuesday <3
She had been insanely busy. So busy that she was coming home late in the evenings, long after you retired to bed. In the mornings, she left before you woke, needing to get into the office before she had any students cause trouble during the moments she slept. You could tell Larissa was running herself into the ground.
With the arrival of the Addams’ girl and her family, not to mention the beast on the loose, Larissa was at wit's end with the school year. Time and time again, you tried reminding yourself that this semester was one of the worst the headmistress had ever seen, but you couldn’t help but feel forgotten about, in a way. She was always so tired and completely unwilling to share the burden with you, making it nearly impossible to support your girlfriend.
Two days prior, you waited up for her, watching her trudge into the bedroom, strip herself of her clothes, and crawl into bed. Sleepily, you gather her into your arms and gently dance around your feelings as you pull the pins from her hair, “I missed you so much today, darling. I wondered if you would like to go on a date with me on Friday?”
“Mhmm... I would love that. I miss you.” Larissa hummed, happy to have her hair loosened and her face buried into your chest.
“How about that sweet little Italian restaurant that just opened in Burlington?” You scooch yourself down in bed, keeping your arm around her. The two of you had been dating for years, Larissa always keeping you level-headed while you helped her find peace on her craziest of days.
You could tell she was on the verge of sleep from how her breathing began to slow just a bit, her grip around you loosening a tad, “Mmokay, darling... I’ll call tomorrow for reservations...”
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you too...” She mumbled back, nuzzling her face into you before going still. You knew it would be just a few moments before she was sleeping, which made you smile in the fact that she was at peace. Even this short conversation was making you feel closer to Larissa, settling many of your worries about the two of you growing apart.
Well, that was until you got to the restaurant and waited... and waited... and waited.
You sat in the restaurant like a fool for over an hour. Larissa hadn’t even bothered to call or respond to any of your attempts at communication.
At first, you drove home fuming, ready to give Larissa Weems a piece of your mind upon returning home, but when you entered and Larissa was nowhere to be found, you broke down. You couldn’t help yourself when you curled up on the couch and wept as Larissa had absolutely broken your heart.
Was a relationship just too much for Larissa right now? Perhaps Larissa was reminded of her old feelings for her roommate with Parents Weekend two weekends ago? Or maybe she didn’t really mean it when she said she loved you? There was always the chance she was saying it out of habit and it had lost all meaning to her.
All of your ruminating had you spiraling. Your whole body shook from the sobs and the decorative pillow on the couch was soaked with your tears. How could you and Larissa have fallen this far? You would do anything to make her love you as she once had.
The front door opened with a jolt, Larissa slamming it behind herself when she saw your form sitting on the couch. With her deep rapid breaths and the way her eyes narrowed in on you, she was in an absolute rage, “Where were you?!”
“Where was I?! Where have you been? What is wrong with me?” You began to verbalize your spiraling, shouting straight back at your girlfriend, deeply conflicted by your feelings of anger and sadness, “I just don’t know what I can do to make you love me! I can- I can be different. I can change. What do you want from me? Do you want me to be more like Morticia? I’ll do whatever you want... Please... I love you...”
“Nothing is wrong with you! I just waited like a fool for hours and you didn’t show up!” Larissa circled the couch and dropped onto the cushion next to you, ready to argue. Her brows furrow at the mention of Morticia’s name, the sight of you weeping so openly bringing tears to the woman’s eyes, “I don’t know why you even mention her! I love you, not her.”
“What do you mean I didn’t show up? You didn’t show up!”
“I was sitting there at a beautiful, romantic, candlelit dinner waiting for you! You are the one who bothered not to show!”
“Candle-lit? The place isn’t that fancy! Don’t pretend you were there!”
“It’s a five-star restaurant! What do you mean it isn’t fancy?” Larissa’s tears were fading into a cry-laugh, her anger fading into an amused confusion. She reached into her coat pocket, pulling a handkerchief to dab at your tears.
You spoke with a slight shake to your voice, “We went to different restaurants... Didn’t we?” Her soft laughter began to make you laugh, coming to realize that you had been at different restaurants, standing one another up while being stood up. Larissa’s beautiful hand reaching out, coming to grasp your face.
You dove forwards, wrapping your arms around Larissa’s middle, and felt her arms hold you tight. Her tone was thick with regret, “I think we did.”
“I’m sorry, Riss...” You mumbled into her neck, the floodgates had opened and all of your emotions were ready to come pouring out. There was so much you had kept from Larissa during the previous months and now you were ready to divulge it all with her.
“Honey, it was just one big misunderstanding...” Your girlfriend attempted to soothe you once more, hand to the back of your head as she cooed to you, worried you still felt guilt for the switch-up.
Gripping her a little tighter, you crawled into Larissa’s lap, spilling your heart to the woman before you in hopes she could come to understand all that you had been feeling, “No... I’m sorry that life has just been so much recently. I’m sorry you are overworked and that I can’t do anything to help you.”
“Darling...” Larissa gathered your face in her hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks, “You keep me sane. Coming home to you each night... Just seeing you in bed waiting for me is... everything. From all of this, the one thing I’ve realized is how I can’t live without you.”
Her words were an incredible comfort to hear as you returned the sentiment, “I can’t live without you. I love you so much, Larissa.” You turned your face into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm, your eyes not leaving hers.
The headmistress chuckled, shaking her head as you hadn’t quite understood where she was going with her thoughts. Her hands on your face dropped, one coming to grasp your hand while the other reached into her jacket pocket, her gaze was more intense this time, “No... Darling... I truly cannot live without you.”
You finally understood when your eyes gazed down and saw the small box at Larissa’s fingertips. The beating of your own heart became rapid as you could hardly comprehend what was happening in this moment. After all of this, all of the pain and heartache you put yourself through, your girlfriend, your love, your everything wanted to marry you.
“Rissa...?” You questioned, still not able to fully understand how she could be proposing after all of this.
“Marry me... Please. I can’t live without you.” Larissa wasn't quite asking as much as she was pleading with you. She needed to know you would be by her side always. To be her peace and bring her sanity in the darkest times of her job.
You must have confused the woman as you shook your head ‘no’ out of pure disbelief, but your words quickly countered your actions, “Yes, yes, a million times yes.” Rather than put the ring on your finger, you dove into Larissa’s arms, tackling her to the couch and pressing a deep, loving kiss to her lips.
Tonight had been a rollercoaster, but you knew Larissa had been your rock and now she would be until death do you part.
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Personal or professional?
Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader
Chap 5| chap 6| chap 7
Words: 3k
Warnings: insecurity’s, swearing.
Note: another fill in chapter… this gif☝️is the look she gives Violet about the door lol.
Well it’s official, It’s the 12th of December and my dreaded birthday, another year of being alive, I guess I should be grateful but only 2 hours until I can go home and sleep! Jesus I really am getting old. I do wish I could see Larissa today but I don’t want to disturb her, we have been texting since that day which was three days ago now, I drove her home that night and the next morning she sent me a message saying good morning and I thought that was really sweet, but this morning she hadn’t said anything, I don’t need to read into it though, I just hope I haven’t done anything wrong. My phone started to ring in my pocket and just when I thought it was her I was wrong.
*Louise*
“Happy birthday vi!” She yelled.
“Thanks Lou.” I said chuckling.
“Happy birthday vi.” I heard jades sultry voice say on the other line.
“Oh yeah jays here too.” Louise said.
“Wanna wish auntie vi happy birthday?” She added.
“Happy birthday auntie violet!” Lou’s daughter lily shouted.
“Aww thanks guys, how is everyone?” I asked.
“Yeah we’re all pretty good, how are you though? You’ve been pretty quiet… perhaps finally found someone?” Louise said teasingly.
My face burned, how am I supposed to say yes I’ve met and fallen in love with someone, we’ve had sex and yet we’re still in a what do they call it now? situationship? Friends with benefits? Let alone it being with a woman- not that they’d be very surprised.
“I have been getting out more and no I’m not with anyone.” I said.
“Let’s hope you find someone vi we don’t want you to be alone forever.” Jade said in a sing song voice.
“Shut the fuck up, says you your a hoe, a serial seducer.” I laughed.
“Ok lily go to your room for a minute.” Lou said.
“Oh my god sorry!” I said.
“Aunt of the year award goes to Violet.” Jade said mockingly.
“Agh, anyway guess what?” I asked.
“What?.” “Mhm?” From the both of them.
“I’ll see you guys at dads this year.” I said.
“What! You’re actually gonna show up!?” Louise said.
“Yeah but I’m not gonna be alone, I’m bringing my… friend Larissa.” I said awkwardly.
“Ooooo Larissa.” They said in unison. I could just imagine them looking at each other knowingly.
“Please… anyway I’ll be there for a week then I’m going to see my mum.” I stated.
“We haven’t seen you for ages, oh and by the way dad has been such a dick lately, all he talks about is fucking golf.” Jade said.
“When isn’t he a dick, and that doesn’t surprise me, I’m not going for him though I’m coming to see you guys.” I spoke.
“Yeah well we will be there for like 9 days I think, we really need to go out all together again, I know I need to get hammered.” Louise said laughing.
“Agreed I know just the place.” I said.
“We know.” They both said giggling.
“Ok well I’m at work so I need to go but I’ll see you guys then ok?” I said.
“Alright we love you sis.” Lou said.
“Love you guys, tell lily and Lottie i love them to.” I said.
“Will do, bye.” She said.
“Bye.”
I went back to stacking lengths of timber in their designated racks and began to wrap up the rest of my stuff getting ready to come home.
Finally in the threshold of my house, I kicked off my boots and tore off my work clothes, it was so fucking hot I felt like I was suffocating. The heat was up so high last night because it was freezing and I forgot to turn it off this morning as well as having the fire going. Turning it off and keeping the fire going I went and jumped in the shower quickly to rinse off the sawdust and settle in for the night.
Hopping into bed I let my hair out of the tight ponytail it’s been in all day letting it fall over my pillow and just like that I passed out. It was only 6pm but I didn’t care it was much needed, although it wasn’t until a while later when I could feel my body slightly shaking that I awoke again. “Wake up darling.” A hushed voice spoke, I know that accent anywhere, why is she here? how is she here? I rolled over slightly with my eyes cracked open, Larissa was standing beside me with a hand delicately wrapped around my bicep.
“Good morning.” She teased. “What are you doing here? How did you get in here?” I asked sleepily. Larissa brought her hand to my face stroking my cheek lightly. “I did knock, but no answer. The door was unlocked, I should have rung you I’m sorry.” She said in haste. “No, no it’s fine you’re welcome you don’t even need to knock.” I said rubbing my eyes. Larissa smiled warmly. “Sit up for a moment I’ll be right back.” She said leaving the room. I’m still a little bit delirious wondering if this is even real or not, but the fact that I could feel her gave me every indication that it was. Slowly I sat up and realised I’m only wearing underwear, I clutched my duvet to my chest and sat cross legged against my head board.
Larissa waltzed back in with a large box in her hands, the sound of her heels clacking on the floor boards getting closer gave me more anticipation wondering what was going on. She perched herself on the edge of my bed and placed the huge box in my lap, it was a deep red with a crimson, satin bow on top. I looked at her with curiosity and a small smile. “Open it.” She said gesturing me to do so. Slowly I undid the ribbon and opened the box, I could smell it first, the large bouquet of red and dark red- almost black roses that lay on top. “Oh Larissa, these are beautiful.” I said plucking them out and smelling how heavenly they are. “How did you know these were my favourite… not just the flowers but the colours.” I asked jokingly. “I have my ways.” She said. I giggled at her and lay the roses next to me and continued to open the layers of tissue paper.
The next thing was clothing of some sort, pulling it up I gasped. “It’s beautiful.” I said astonished, the black dress was gorgeous, intricate black beads lined the off the shoulder cut out and strapped top, the thigh slit down the side and the cuffs of the sleeves. “Why did you get me this?” I asked incredulously. “Because you deserve it.” She said blatantly. “I’m afraid I don’t think it will fit.” I said solemnly. “It will, I promise.” She ensured moving the tissue further out of the way to indicate there’s more. Carefully I laid aside the dress as well and took out the next thing. A large black coat with fur around the hood, sleeves and bottom. My eyes lit up and I became speechless. Trying to catch a sneaky look at the tag, I didn’t find a price or size instead the words ‘Vivienne Westwood’ in scribed on it. “What the fuck.” I breathed, I looked at the dresses tag and the same thing was embedded.
“There’s more.” She said suggestively. I looked at her with wide eyes and put aside the coat. Underneath was a shoe box and another thing wrapped with tissue paper, I opened that first unraveling the fragile paper. My cheeks burned, when I came to relise it was lingerie, a set of scarlet red lace, a bra with matching panties. I admired them, running my fingertips along the intricacies of the material, I gave a shy and quiet thank you to Larissa and set them aside too. The last thing was the shoe box that made my breathing stop. ‘Cristian louboutin’ no fucking way.
Larissa could see my face at the sight of it, how much I was in shock and awe even without seeing what’s in it. I took off the lid and just about had a heart attack, slick black heels lay next to another adorning the familiar red bottoms. I turned to Larissa with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. “How- why…I. Larissa I’ve wanted these shoes since I was 17!” I screeched. She grinned and put her hand on my wrist. “Happy birthday darling.” She whispered sweetly. Again I melted. “Oh rissa, I don’t know if I can accept these.” I said softly. “Yes you can, I wanted to give you something to make you feel beautiful, and I know that black makes people feel slimmer- not that you need to of course! I just…-god, I thought I could help you feel better about yourself and show you how beautiful you are my sweet.” She said feeling horrible at how that sounded. “No I understand, it’s very thoughtful of you. Most of my clothes are black.” I said smiling.
“And I think red looks gorgeous on you too.” She said. I immediately remembered that I wore a red bra that day and that’s what she was pertaining to. Larissa was very close it was harder to not be under her piercing gaze, I put the box next to me and wrapped my arms around her neck, slowly I leaned in and hoped she wouldn’t pull away, I placed a chaste kiss to her lips grinning into it. “Thank you lovely.” I said into her ear still hugging her. “You’re very welcome.” She said pulling back. “Now I hope it’s ok with you but I made reservations for 8:00, so go get changed into these and we can go get dinner?” She said questionably. “You didn’t!” I said. She stood from the bed and reached for my hands to help me up, I stood and covered my stomach feeling a little self conscious again.
Larissa grasped my wrists, moved them away and looked in my eyes. “Don’t hide from me darling.” She said placing another kiss on my forehead. She turned on the spot and left me to get changed. In the bathroom I painted on some make up opting for dark eyeshadow and lipstick a few shades darker than Larissa’s, I curled my collarbone length blonde hair and put on my gold necklace with a ‘v’ initial and a few rings from the dish on the sink. I slipped on the red lingerie with a smirk and then the dress, for a moment my heart sank when the sip at the back wouldn’t go up, but turns out it was just caught on the material, it slid up my back with ease. I slipped on the shoes and couldn’t stop the excitement that spread through my body as I did so.
Looking in the mirror, I stared at myself, I hadn’t even realised I had a waist, the shoes are what I kept looking at and my calf muscles that sculpted due to the height. Larissa carefully opened my bedroom door and walked up behind me, I looked at her in the reflection giving a timid glance, she pressed herself to my back and gently put her head on my shoulder and moved her hands to meet around my front, her palms smoothed out the fabric and stopped at the swell of my stomach. “You look stunning.” She said kissing my temple. “Thank you.” I said. “Shall we go?” She asked. “Yeah.” I grabbed the coat and put it on.
Going past the kitchen and hallway I grab my keys from the dish. “What are you doing?” She asked. I dangled the keys giving her the hint I’m driving. “No, I’m driving.” She said plucking them out of my hand and putting them back down. Larissa walked out the door and I followed behind her, she stepped to the passenger side and opened the door for me, I giggled at her chivalry. She walked to the other side and sat in the drivers seat. “Ooo the woman knows how to drive stick.” I said as a joke. “Yes I do, something else we have in common.” She said turning on the car and reversing out of the drive way.
Once she went thought the gears, Larissa placed her hand on top of mine and curled her fingers into my palm, the butterflies in my stomach were alive and well at this point, not that they ever go away when I’m with her. When she down geard and sadly removed her hand from mine it must have meant we’re close, but when I saw the place my eyes just about bulged out of my head. Larissa killed the engine and stepped out, just as I open the door she glared at me through the windscreen, I laughed throwing my head back and closed the door again. She made it to the other side and reopened the door extending a hand to me.
I stepped out onto a gravel driveway and kept a hold of her hand. She closed the door and started to lead me in the direction of the restaurant. “Wait.” I said stopping. Holding her hand I took off my shoes and started walking again until we made it to cement and put them back on. I looked at her confused face. “I want to savour and look after these shoes.” I said. “Oh.” She chuckled, we made our way up the grand steps to the front door. This place was about ten minutes out of town and secluded by trees, the building was a tan colour and had pillars surrounding it, pot plans and ivy covered the exterior, a red carpet rolled down the stairs and the large double doors open wide with a ‘please wait to be seated’ sign on the wall outside of them.
Larissa glanced at me as a young woman greeted us. “Hello ladies, booking name?” She asked. “Weems.” Larissa said. “Yes, right this way.” She lead us into a massive dining hall, intimate tables with candles and silver alike, chandeliers vaulted from the ceiling, paintings, even live music with people playing violins and other sweet sounding instruments, a dance floor- for those who actually dance, it was beautiful and it felt right to be here experiencing this with Larissa, if I came here without her, she would be the one I’d tell this place about. “Here you go.” She sat us in a green velvet booth and placed two menus on the table then left.
“I didn’t even know this place existed.” I said. “Do you like it?” She asked shrugging off her cream coat, Larissa was wearing a plum coloured silk blouse and a matching cream pencil skirt, my breath hitched at the sight of her, somehow she seemed nervous, the woman who exudes power, authority and confidence is nervous, but then again I know its not the first time around me, but as if I do that to her, its probably just because she wants me to have a good night. “Absolutely, I really don’t deserve this-.” “Yes you do.” She said cutting me off. I took a deep breath and changed the subject. “Any idea what you feel like?” I asked. We both went through the menu together, decided on our choices and ordered.
Larissa and I were having a conversation about what we both did today when we were interrupted by a man who seemed to know her. “Larissa, I thought that was you.” He said. She looked up and let out a sharp exhale through her nose forcing a tight lipped smile. “Mr jones, lovely to see you.” She said speaking though here teeth. “Likewise, I don’t see you out of that school often.” He said. Larissa bit the insides of her cheeks quite literally refraining herself from spitting a very unkind insult his way. “Yes well Marcus, I do have a life.” She said bitterly, if looks could kill. His line of sight went to me. “And who is this?” He asked. If it were anyone else, She would have felt compelled to say ‘oh forgive me how rude I didn’t introduce you sooner’ instead she kept her back handed behaviour. “This is violet Hastings, my very good friend… now if you don’t mind we would like to enjoy our dinner.” Her voice sounding like venom. “Nice to meet you, I suppose I should get back to my wife.” He said awkwardly leaving.
The silence was killing me. “Ok what was that?” I asked chucking. Larissa let out a huff and turned to face me. “That was Marcus jones, a sleazy twit… also a board member.” She explained whilst simultaneously taking a sip of the wine the waitress brought over. “He did seem a bit smug.” I said sidding with her. “He’s an imbecile, all he does is make my job harder and tries to deny my advances for the schools funding and changes.” She said twisting the stem of the glass on the table. “Not to mention, every Thursday night he goes and screws his assistant, how cliche.” She rasped, throwing back the remaining wine in her glass. I raise my eyebrows in response. “I was a bit harsh wasn’t I?” She asked grasping my thigh under the table. “No, because if it were me id have been worse, you did a great job.” I said. Larissa laughed. A real laugh. It was loud and turned a few heads, but I didn’t care id love to hear it again and again and again. She covered her mouth with her fingers trying not to do it again. She never fails to make me weak.
The dim lighting made her look even more delectable then she already is and I found myself staring at her. “What?” She asked noticing. “Your just…ethereal? I don’t even know how you real.” I said lowly. “Stop it.” She giggled looking down. “I don’t think you know how pretty you are Larissa.” I spoke. “I could say the same about you vi.” She said tightening her grip on my thigh. The waitress brought over our food and left us to eat alone again. Once we were finished a flurry of people went to the dance floor with each of their partners. “Would you like to dance violet?” She leaned in to whisper. “Oh I don’t dance.” I said. “Please?” She pushed. Looking in her eyes I tilted my head, I can’t say no to her. “Sure.” I said reluctantly. Larissa took my hand and guided me to the floor.
On perfect queue the music started, the tune was familiar, experience I think it was. Everyone began to slowly sway to the music as if their bodies were one, Larissa held onto my waist and brought my hand to her shoulder, I placed my free hand in hers and began to dance. She was wonderful, so free and loose, Larissa let herself succumb to the music and I did the same, the stronger the tune the more contrived the movements, Larissa spun me about like they do in those ridiculous romcoms but Christ it felt like I was in one, her gaze never faulted, eyes piercing into my own as if the whole world disappeared. When the music went softer Larissa braced her arms around my torso and I joined my other hand to her vacant shoulder and let my head rest in the crook of her neck.
"May I cut in?" A voice said behind my shoulder, as I turned there standing was that same halfwit Marcus, asking me to dance. I looked to Larissa for help, she said nothing only looking down at her feet. "Um...I-." I began about to reject his offer. "Great!" He took my hand and I was dragged of with him, as a new song started I couldn't stop staring at Larissa, she stepped away sitting back at the table hardly watching what was going on, like the big ball of anger I am sometimes, I felt obliged to peruse my next move, as he was twisting me around like a monkey on steroids, I leaned back and stopped on his foot with my heel and elbowed him in the face. "Oh! my apologies I'm a horrible dancer.” I said with faux forgiveness. Immediately I ran back to Larissa.
"Why didn't you save me." I said sternly and out of breath. "You looked happy with him." She said fiddling with her fingers. "I beg your pardon? I’m sorry but if that's what I look like when I'm happy with someone then I must look insane when I'm with you." I expressed sitting down again. "Did you not just see what happened." I asked. "Yes, I must say it was a little entertaining." She said giving me a meek smile. "good. But why didn’t you do anything?” I asked. “I don’t know… I’m sorry I just thought-.” “It’s fine, I mean he had that coming.” I said. We sat together for a while and before I excused myself and went off to find the lavatory leaving Larissa at the table alone again.
*Larissa’s pov*
I’m so glad violet likes the gifts I gave her, she looks breathtaking, I feel deeply saddened that she doesn’t see herself through my eyes, but I do suppose no one sees their own beauty like others. I hope I didn’t take it to far when i gave her the lingerie, i just couldn’t help myself. Violet is an incredible woman, shes smart and witty, she’s kind and full of skills i could only dream to obtain, she makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room as if i were so interesting, a 48 year old who lives and breathes to work and is unbelievably stubborn, something else we have in common i think. I adore all the things about her she views as flaws but somethings telling me that there’s still more to her, but in time i hope to learn them all.
I feel so guilty I did nothing to stop that asshole from taking Violet away from me, I thought we had a special moment, I guess my own insecurities came to play, the last time I danced with somebody I was with mortica and that didn’t end well, why would it with her?
I observed her as she came back to the table, her legs are stunning and she can definitely walk in heels, i do find that people our height can do a good job in them if i do say so myself, I’m pleased that she insists on taking care of them, even if she didn’t id just buy her a new pair. Before she sat i offered to take her home, we had been here well over two hours and thought she would appreciate actually going home. “Sure.” She said. I stood and draped my own coat over my shoulders and placed my hand in the small of violets back to go and pay. As already anticipated she tried to debate on who was paying but in the midst of it i handed the poor waitress my card, the glare i received when violet heard the beep on the machine was endearing, she did look as though she could physically hurt me but i kept my laughter at bay.
Exiting the restaurant, violet stopped and moved her head to gaze at the stars above, it was very beautiful, no light pollution, no noise, just the stars, moon, violet and I, although i found my view much better than hers. The reflection in her eyes and the soft glow of the out side lights from the restaurant made her impossibly more beautiful, that doesn’t even sound like the right word, but it will do.
*violets pov*
The sky was extraordinary I haven’t seen it like this for a while, but my gaze was cut short when Larissa ushered me to the car and opened my door again. On the ride home I placed my hand in her lap playing with the material of her skirt, I was so relaxed that I eventually fell asleep, the soft hum of the radio and the smell of her perfume lulled me to dose off. Larissa opened my door and gently coaxed me awake and let me rest against her side as she walked us inside.
By the time we made it to my room I had woken up a bit more and turned to Larissa. “Are you ok?” I asked. “I’m fine.” She said. I took off my heels and placed them inside my robe out of the way, I saw her looking down at the floor as she sat on the edge of my bed. Trying to find a way to lighten the mood I reached for my small speaker and turned it on, flicking through my phone I found a song to play, set down my phone and pulled her to stand. Larissa looked at me confused wondering what’s going on, I placed her hands around my neck and I locked mine around her waist and pressed my body to hers.
I hummed along to the tune and swayed to the slow rhythm, Larissa rested her temple on my forehead and sighed. “I don’t dance for just anyone you know.” I whispered in her ear, I could see the small smile across her face. “Violet?… why are you doing this?” She asked still wrapped around me. “Because you deserve to know that you’re cared for to, because you’re special and you would do the same for me.” I said. Larissa was quiet after that, but she did grip me a little tighter and breathe a little deeper.
After the song stopped I paused it and started to get changed. Larissa offered to drag down my zip, I stepped out of my dress and picked it up hanging it neatly inside the wardrobe. Just as I was about to enter the ensuite to change Larissa’s voice rang through the air. “Wait!” She said. I turned on the spot and looked at her flickering eyes and ridged stance, I was silent waiting for her to continue. “I-I… was wondering if you could just… stay- in what you have on.” She mumbled. My eyes widened at her ask, my stomach riddled with butterflies.
Larissa’s gaze met mine and slowly she stepped out of her heels, removed her coat and pulled off her blouse and skirt, only left standing in her underwear. My gaze never left her, not once, I don’t recall I actually blinked to be frank. “Is it ok if I stay?” She asked. I paced back towards her and discarded the clothes I’m not going to be changing into on the floor, I took ahold of Larissa’s hand and threw back the covers of my bed and crawled in before her. I found a comfortable position on my side and laid out my right arm for her to rest her head on, to which she did.
There were no sounds, no interruptions, no one else but us- half naked and left in only undergarments, Larissa’s long limbs were intertwined with my own and the way she studied my face made blood rush to my cheeks, I did the same though- studied her that is, stroking her hair and tracing unknown shapes along her jaw and lips, especially over her scar. “What are you thinking?” I whispered, Larissa’s eyes fluttered to mine. “It’s silly.” She hummed softly. “Tell me? I’m sure it’s not.” I said back. “I’ve not been this… close to a normie before.” She expressed. I adjusted my head a little. “And what does that mean to you, is that a good thing or a bad thing?… are you saying that your view on me would change if I were?” I said sitting up a little. “No of course not i just mean, I haven’t been exposed to any normie that has been… well, like you.” She said sheepishly.
I sat mulling over the conversation, on one hand it’s disheartening to hear that she hasn’t been accepted due to the fact of being an outcast, and on the other I suppose she still hasn’t… “I know that was rather odd of me to bring up but it was just something that I had been thinking about, it’s nice to see that normies and outcasts can be civil.” She murmured. I felt a tinge of guilt gnaw in my stomach, just wait for the right time Violet. “No I get it, really, especially since you dedicate your life to ensuring your students feel accepted for who they are.” I said laying back down.
For a while it was quiet and peaceful, Larissa was the one who fell asleep first, but as I rolled over she slightly roused earning an almost incomprehensible statement. “Happy birthday Violet, my sweet sweet girl.” She left her head against the back of my shoulder and pulled me by the waist to rest against her front. “I love you Larissa.” I breathed but with no response I knew she had fallen asleep.
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Life Eternal (part 3)
Would you let me touch your soul forever?
Larissa x fem!reader
A/N: This part is still very much angsty, consider yourself warned!! The next chapter will be the last one, I haven’t decided yet if I will give these two a happy ending or not, I’ll write what feels right at that time. I recommend listening to Pictures of You by The Cure while reading this chapter. LISS, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, THANK YOU<3
warning: very brief mention of smut
The next morning you were up before the front desk even had a chance to call in your room.
I’m going back to Nevermore, getting in my car and leaving this hell hole.
You had been awful to her, horrible even and still she had been nothing but sweet in return. It was infuriating, couldn’t she push you away to make it easier for you to leave?
You entered Nevermore’s car park on your tiptoe, scared that any noise you’d make would alert Larissa of your presence. You were about to reach your car when you heard it, the familiar creaking noise of the big wooden doors being opened.
“Were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye? Again?” Larissa’s voice reached your ears and you took a deep breath before turning around to face her.
There she stood, wrapped in a silky night robe, her silver curls falling on her shoulders and her face bare. Her chest was heaving up and down and you could only guess that she had ran, hoping to catch you before you were gone.
“Larissa, I-“ You shook your head, trying to ignore the pang of yearning in your chest. You had never seen her like this before, without her tight updo and a face full of makeup, without her armour.
She moved aside, silently inviting you in, and your legs worked on their own accord as they followed her to her office.
“Did I wake you up?” You asked as she closed the door behind you.
“No,” Larissa sighed, “I barely slept. I was making myself a cup of coffee when I heard you in the car park. Working with teenagers you have to train your ears to catch the slightest noise, lest they sneak out incessantly.” She said before disappearing in the room adjacent to her office.
She reappeared a minute later, holding a mug which you immediately recognised to be the one you’d bought for her birthday on your fifth year at Nevermore. You thought it would be funny to buy her the kitschiest mug you could find, laughing to yourself as you picked one with a unicorn and pink flowers on it. And here she was, six years later, still using it to drink her morning coffee.
You need to tell her now, before she somehow manages to pull you in once more.
“Larissa, I will be leaving Jericho today.” You said, watching her place the mug down on her desk before she took a few steps closer to you.
“Will you be visiting again soon?” You could tell by the way her eyes searched for yours that she already knew the answer to that question. She was simply hoping to be wrong.
“I…I think we should stay apart, Larissa.” You managed to push out, your chest constricting and your mouth going dry.
There was a silence then. Hours seemed to go by before Larissa finally spoke again.
“Don’t you want us to be friends?!” Larissa asked, her eyes desperately searching for yours once again.
“No!” You let out a pained chuckle at her question, something Larissa took as you laughing to her face, as if she was silly to think that you would ever want to be her friend.
You wished you could explain, tell her that being friends would never be enough.
“But-“ The woman’s eyebrows knitted together, that surely felt like a stab to the heart for her. “After everything I did for you?” She whispered, her index finger poking at your chest making you take a step back, then another one, until your back was pressed against the wall. Her face was twisted with anger mixed with hurt, and you thought it was a shame to see such beautiful features marred by those emotions.
When was the last time you had seen her that angry?
“I love you, Larissa.”
“So do I! That’s why it pains me so much that you would decline my friendship offer!“ She shook her head in disbelief.
“You are not hearing me! I am in love with you! I have been for years!” Oh no. No, no, no. You instantly wanted to take the words back.
You felt the tall woman physically recoil from you as soon as your confession was out of your mouth. There it was, the disgust you were expecting.
“That’s what I thought.” You whispered bitterly.
For once in her life, Larissa felt at a loss for words. She couldn’t understand how she had never seen the signs, because now that she knew, it all suddenly seemed so obvious.
It wasn’t right. You used to be her student and she was your principal. It wasn’t right, it went against everything she believed in, it was unethical. She knew it wasn’t right so why was she craving to embrace you?
“Larissa, look at me.” You took a step closer and looked up into the older woman’s eyes, your hand gently cupping her cheek.
You shouldn’t use your powers on someone who didn’t consent to it, but what other choice did you have now?
Larissa felt entranced by your gaze, unable to move or look away even when she felt the memories of you starting to slip from her mind.
“Please…” The woman was able to mutter, her heart beating loudly in her chest when your face started looking more and more like that of a stranger. You could feel her mind fighting back, trying its best to push you out before you could erase every single bit of yourself from her memory.
“It’s for the best.” You reassured her, your thumb brushing away the single tear that rolled from her eye.
I’m so, so sorry, Larissa. But if you don’t forget about me, if you keep reaching out, how could I ever forget you?
“Just a few more seconds.” You whispered and watched her gaze slowly turning blank until she looked at you like one would look at a stranger in the street.
“You will fall unconscious in a moment, don’t fight it.” You explained. People always fainted after getting some of their memories erased, it was draining for both the mind and the body.
Just like you were expecting, Larissa’s knees wobbled and you barely had time to wrap your arms around her waist to catch her from falling to the floor.
Managing to lie her down on the sofa, you made sure she wasn’t in an uncomfortable position that would have her body aching when she would wake up.
You knelt by her side and carefully tucked a silver lock behind her ear.
“In another world, we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list.” You whispered, your thumb brushing her cheek. “You would keep my picture in your wallet and I’d keep yours in a locket around my neck. But not in this life. In the next one maybe, if we are lucky.”
Your heart ached as you pulled yourself away from Larissa, taking in her unconscious form one last time. She would be fine. And you would too. You were strong enough to remember for both of you.
You felt like you were going to be sick when you walked to the door, your hand tightly gripping the doorknob hoping it would keep you grounded. You didn’t look back as you walked out, no matter how much you wanted to. You knew that if you threw another glance at Larissa’s face, you’d never be able to let go. So you didn’t look back.
You weren’t sure when you had started crying, but by the time you had reached your car, hot tears were running down your cheeks. And it didn’t help when you turned on the engine and The Cure started loudly playing from your radio.
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
My pictures of you
You couldn't hold back the anguished scream that came out of you, your palms hitting the steering wheel a couple of times before you eventually burst into loud sobs.
You were strong enough to remember for both of you.
You stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed against the wheel and chest heaving as you slowly calmed down.
You would be alright. You just needed to let it all out, just once. You would be alright now.
Leaving home, you thought as you drove away, unsure if you meant the school itself or the woman lying unconscious on her sofa.
You would make sure to give Enid a call later and ask her if she could check in on Larissa. But for now, you needed to leave, and so you did.
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You hid your face in the neck of the woman in your arms, your fingers buried to the hilt inside her. You didn’t remember her name. You weren’t even sure you had asked before you two had dragged each other to the bathroom.
Your heart squeezed in your chest when the woman clenched around you as she climaxed, but it wasn’t due to pride. It was a pang of yearning, of longing even, one that hadn’t left in the year that had passed since you had left Jericho again, no matter how many women you had seduced.
“Don’t you want me to return the favour?” The woman asked when you pulled away and moved to the sink to wash your hands.
You looked at her in the mirror. Tall, blonde, and yet nothing like the woman your heart was still aching for.
“No, no that won’t be necessary. But thanks for offering, I appreciate it. You’re beautiful, by the way.” You pushed a smile and gave an awkward nod before getting out of the bathroom.
You walked back to your stool at the bar and let out a sigh, rubbing your hands over your face. You needed to stop coming here hoping to find someone that would fill the gaping hole in your chest.
Sure you had tried dating. Audrey had been a lovely partner, but you had to call it off after a couple of months. It wasn’t fair to let her fall for you while you were still mourning something that had never even happened.
You were strong enough to remember for both of you.
Yeah, well, it was mortifying to be the one who remembered.
The sound of a glass being placed in front of you made you look up, silently questioning the bartender.
“I didn’t order anything?”
“I know,” the man flashed you a wide grin, and gestured towards the end of the bar with his chin. “The lady over there did.”
You turned to face the lady in question, half expecting it to be the woman you had just left in the toilet. Your breath hitched when your eyes fell into sapphire ones, your heart skipping a couple of beats.
You must have been cursed in a past life. Fate and inevitability were laughing right into your face. There was nothing else that would explain why Larissa Weems had found her way back into your life again.
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Birthday (Larissa Weems x Reader)
Notes: This is a random piece about Larissa and reader both being students at nevermore. Reader is popular, Larissa not so. (I know I’m so sorry it’s a bit sad.) I saw a prompt ages ago that inspired this so creds to them idk who.
Let me know if you want a part two! And pls don’t let this flop haha :0
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To say I was popular.. well yes, you'd be right. I'd worked hard for it, looking perfect, getting high grades. Of course my natural personality was a winner amongst my peers at Nevermore academy. It made me feel good, more than just for my ego. I liked to know that people liked me for me. I wasn't fake, I said things as they were, and luckily it wasn't rejected.
"Hello, earth to (Y/N)!" I jolted out of my personal monologue by my best friend, Cleo. When we'd met for the first time, we clicked instantly. She knew me better than anyone else, and I loved it. And I knew her the same way.
"Sorry, just daydreaming." I chuckled quietly and glanced around at the surroundings. We were sat on the freshly cut green grass in the courtyard. It was a warm day with a refreshing breeze. Perfect for lounging around. Just beyond me and Cleo were the rest of my friend group, who were all talking, laughing. I enjoyed the company.
Then something caught my eye, actually someone.
She had silvery blonde hair, and was much taller than any girl in the school, and not just because we were the oldest in the school (we were all in our last year). The school uniform brought out her deep crystal eyes, in a way that made me smile automatically. Larissa Weems was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Cleo nudged me, a grin on her face.
"I don't know why you don't just ask her out. What's the worst that can happen?"
I rolled my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips. My eyes were still on Larissa, watching as she walked along the open corridor on the side of the grass. Her eyes were on the ground, probably watching where she was going because due to her height, she often bumped into the shorter students, forgetting her stride was bigger than others.
"She most likely will be straight. Then turn me down, laugh in my face, and leave me all alone forever." Groaning, I leaned back, laying down properly on the grass.
"You should invite her to your birthday party." Cleo suggested, taking a sip of her water bottle, which she'd slid in a few ice cubes to keep her cool in the summer heat.
"She doesn't go to parties." Well, that's just what I'd gathered from all the parties I'd been to, she'd never been there, much to my disappointment. Having drinks in our systems may have given me more courage to talk to her.
Before Cleo could reply, one of my friends approached us, causing my eyes to leave Larissa just as she disappeared through a door.
"Hi, Mary." A welcoming smile on my face, as usual. She smiled back, sitting closer, in front of Cleo.
"I was wondering if you could help me with the Math homework? It's totally okay if not." People often asked me for such favours, as it was no secret that I got top grades, and I was always happy to help.
"Yes, of course!"
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"Alright everyone, today we're moving to the greenhouse for the lesson." Mrs Faye called out to everyone before they could sit down. A faint groan was heard, because we all knew how hot it would be in there. But we didn't protest, mainly because we all loved Mrs Faye, and she always made our lessons fun.
There were desks already set up in front of tables with a plant pot on all of them. All of the students grouped together in twos, though I hung back, deciding which table I would go to with Cleo. But she nudged me, secretly gesturing to Larissa who hadn't partnered up yet. My eyes widened, knowing what she was suggesting.
"No!" I whispered, but Cleo had walked off with someone else, sending a wink my way. Internally I groaned, knowing I'd have to woman-up. So I approached Larissa, a faint smile on my lips, almost grinning as her eyes met with mine. I was lost for a moment, looking up at the girl I had the biggest crush on. And she had no idea, because I was secretly an awkward lesbian.
"Hey, wanna partner up?" I asked, cursing to myself because my tone didn't sound confident enough. She nodded, her expression softening. I felt a pang of sadness for her, because she was always the last one to be picked. It shouldn't be that way.
We walked to the last available bench and sat down, facing the front.
Mrs Faye talked us through the project, and soon we were left to our own devices, having to dissect a flower to see the roots and whatnot. At the same time, we grabbed the scalpel to start. A blush appeared on my cheeks, whereas Larissa just smiled that beautiful smile.
"Sorry." Mumbling, letting her take it and begin the work. My eyes watched her movements, wondering what her larger hands would feel like linked with mine. I was short, well not short in the grand scheme of things, but just smaller than the average nineteen year old. Did that make me and Larissa Weems less compatible? I hoped not.
The lesson went by in a blur, mostly me letting Larissa do all the work, something that was unlike me, but I was just very busy. By busy, I meant building up the courage to ask Larissa to my birthday party. It couldn't be that hard, just a few simple words. But the feeling of rejection was something I never wanted to feel. I'd always had an easy time when it came to dating. All boys though, much to my distaste, but that was the consequence of not coming out.
"Larissa?" My tone was even, not holding confidence or nervousness. She tilted her head to the side, making eye contact with me. I nearly ran out of oxygen, looking into those deep ocean blue eyes.
"Yes?" Her voice was smooth, velvety even.
"Would you.. would you like to come to my birthday party tomorrow?" Urgh, I hated the way my pathetic voice sounded so hopeful. I hoped she didn't detect it.
She didn't say anything for a full minute, seemingly lost in thought. Eventually she shook her head slowly. "Sorry, I'm busy tomorrow."
My heart sunk, hanging my head in despair. So this is what rejection felt like, a crushing feeling in my gut.
"Oh, that's totally okay." I forced a smile, staring at the now dissected plant as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Damn this. Of course the prettiest girl in school wouldn't want to come to my party. Literally almost everyone in my year would be there, except for her.
Mrs Faye then called out to the class, dismissing us all as the hour was up. Time flew fast, it seemed.
Larissa left the class before me, grabbing her bag and exiting quickly. I tried not to stare, but I didn't really relax until she'd gone completely. Not in a negative way, but because I was so awkward and down.
"So how did it go?" Cleo grinned, her arm slung around my shoulders as we left the greenhouse. I didn't reply, just groaning in a way that I hoped verbalised the rejected feeling.
"Ah. Playing hard to get. Well, there are plenty more fish in the sea." She slapped my back in what seemed to be a comforting way, but it just added to the pain. Yes, I know I was just a nineteen year old student with a silly little crush, but Larissa seemed like so much more.
As we walked along the corridor, I spotted the very girl I was mooning over, talking to a small group of people. They all seemed to shake their head in response to something she said. Larissa seemed to smile, though it looked superficial, like something had upset her but she was trying to cover it up. They all dispersed, leaving me in a state of curiousness. I was tempted to go over to the people who were naturally my friends, to ask what that was all about, but we needed to get to our lesson.
And by the end of the day, it had slipped my mind.
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The next day rolled around, and I was walking out of the changing rooms, having just had track. I was alone, which was unusual, because I had decided to do a couple more laps, insisting my friends should go. They all wanted to get ready for my party anyway.
I slipped on my uniform, not bothering to tuck my shirt into my skirt. Bag on my shoulder, I moved towards the door, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a muffled sound coming from the toilets. Frowning, I inspected further, walking into joining restroom. The sound happened again, and this time I figured out it was stifled crying. The sound tugged on my heartstrings, because the pain was clear in the tone.
"Hello?" I knocked on the cubicle door softly, and the crying abruptly stopped. The was a long silence before the door opened slowly. It revealed none other than Larissa Weems. My heart sunk further, who hurt my precious girl?
"Oh.. it's you." She mumbled, walking to the tissue dispenser, grabbing a few sheets to dab at her smudged mascara. "I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine." I followed her, about to place a hand on her arm, but stopped myself, in case she didn't like physical contact. She stared into the mirror, at herself, until her gaze shifted to my reflection.
"Don't you have friends to run off with?" She muttered, eyes now lowering to look at her hands.
"They're not important right now. Can you tell me what's wrong?" I tried my best to make my words as gentle as possible, and it seemed to work because fresh tears filled her eyes as she turned around to face me.
"We have the same birthday but everyone goes to your party, not mine." Her voice cracked, looking away in some type of shame.
It all clicked, the reason why she was 'busy', the reason those people were shaking their heads, as they weren't going to her celebration, they were going to mine. I didn't even know her birthday was on the same day as mine.
"Oh, Larissa.." I whispered, my arms opening to embrace her. She didn't move away, instead stiffening up. "I'm sorry." Though those two words didn't do much comfort.
"It's fine." She sounded cold, and suddenly pushed me away gently. Tears were in my eyes now, just like hers, except she had fiercely wiped them away.
"Have fun." She then left, her footsteps quick against the lino flooring, leaving me speechless. I wiped away one tear. I had caused her pain, and that I would never forgive myself for.
I had to make this right, I had to make her feel better, in whatever way possible.
So I furrowed my eyebrows to come up with some sort of plan.
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Happy Birthday, Blondie - Larissa/Melissa
Hello hello! For the first week of Back on The Writing Horse (you can find the original post and masterlist here) I am using prompt 2553 by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor
"Are you going to just spend the day alone?"
"That's what I do most days. It doesn't make a difference to me."
Thank you to @scream-queenlover for picking that prompt out for me and making this lovely cover art to go with the fic, as well as the closing one.
Fandom: Wednesday (2022) and Abott Elementary Characters: Larissa Weems / Melissa Schemmenti Tags: Friendly banter, Dare I say it's fluff? (it's fluff), Food, Mentions of skipping meals. Words: 1497
Happy Birthday, Blondie (link to AO3)
…Kind regards
Larissa Weems, principal of Nevermore Academy.
Larissa sighed in relief after clicking the send button on the latest email. Today had been quite the whirlwind of phone calls, emails and meetings, and it was still only lunchtime, who knew what the afternoon would entail. She closed her eyes, massaging her temples to try and stave off the tension headache she was starting to feel building up. She loved her job, and she loved Nevermore, but there was just something about this sort of days that really took a lot out of her.
The door to her study chose that moment to slam open, noisily hitting the cabinet at the end of its run. “Well, if it isn’t our principal caught dozing off at work!”
There was only one person in Nevermore who had the guts to barge into Larissa’s office unannounced and insult her work ethic at the same time. Larissa refused to give her the satisfaction of opening her eyes.
“What is it, Melissa?”
“Oi! At least look at me when you sigh my name. That’s a privilege not many people have, if you usurp it, I’ll have you move back to using Miss Schemmenti.”
“And we wouldn’t want that.” Larissa deadpanned. But she did crack open her eyes. The fiery head of her coworker was almost too bright in the sunlight that streamed in from the tall windows of her office.
“For sure not today of all days!” The smug grin on Melissa’s face told Larissa that the redhead knew she had won this round. Damn it.
“And what’s so special about today?” Asked Larissa petulantly.
“Are ya kidding me, Blondie?” Melissa looked at her as if she expected some sort of trick from her. Or a smart remark. That was their thing after all. A constant banter, prodding at each other trying to find the right button to push to make the other concede a point in their match of wits.
Larissa liked that. She had been too used to people in awe of her, or too scared of her power (both the political one and the actual shapeshifting) to pose much of a challenge for her. When Melissa joined Nevermore, Larissa had at first balked at what she had perceived as blatant disrespect from the latest addition to staff. But after a while a sort of understanding had formed between the two women, a sort of mutual recognition of kindred spirits (aided by a couple of heart-to-hearts brought along by copious amounts of wine, but they didn’t talk about those too much).
Melissa must have read that she was still missing the point, because she lifted her eyes to the ceiling, as if to ask the heavens to grant her patience, and strode forward to place a cafeteria tray on Larissa’s desk. Larissa blinked at the plates: on one, a heaping portion of lasagna that looked way too good to be standard Nevermore fare, and on the second, bigger plate, a whole chocolate cake, complete with a dripping layer of decadent ganache and a wonky writing that recited: Are you a natural blonde or did you dye for attention?
Larissa tried to avoid drooling at the sight, while her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast, again, this morning.
“Happy birthday, Blondie.”
Oh. Was it today? Larissa could’ve sworn today was still Thursday and her birthday wasn’t until…
…her eyes fell on the stylish calendar perched on the side of her desk.
Friday, February 16th.
Whoops.
“You can’t be serious. You had to check the calendar to be sure it was your birthday?”
“No!” Larissa lied quickly. “I just hmm…I wanted to check something, that’s all.”
“Sure, sure, whatever makes you sleep at night. Eat up, you don’t want my lasagna to get cold.”
Larissa picked up the fork. That was Melissa’s cooking. That’s why it looked – and smelled! – so absolutely divine.
“Thank you by the way, you didn’t have to.”
“Oh please. We both know that you skip more lunches than the ones you actually eat. At least on your birthday you should enjoy some good cooking.”
Larissa dipped her fork into the lasagna, inclining it sideways to slice a bite off of it and scooping it up to bring it to her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss as she chewed. It was an explosion of flavors and textures, perfectly balanced and delicious in every aspect. The fullness of the meat, the tangy and yet sweet tomato sauce, the sheets of pasta cooked to perfection, all enveloped by the smooth embrace of the bechamel sauce…it wasn’t just a lasagna, it was a masterpiece.
“Wow.” Was the only word that she could form before she dove back in.
She heard Melissa’s throaty chuckle, and knew without raising her eyes that there was another self-satisfied smile adorning her lips. Well, Larissa could allow her this one. The lasagna was really something else.
They sat in silence for some time while Larissa ate, Melissa having slouched in one of the armchairs in front of Larissa’s desk, as perfectly at ease as if she was in her own living room, before the redhead spoke conversationally.
“You know, I am glad I dropped by at lunch break, so I managed to remind you in time to get ready for whatever you have planned tonight. Not attending your own birthday party would be kinda lame.”
Larissa took her time swallowing the bite before she replied.
“Oh, that’s kind of you, but I don’t have anything planned for tonight. Just a quiet evening in, you know?” Actually, the more this conversation went on, the more Larissa was looking forward to curling up on her couch with a bottle of wine and some good music. Maybe read a bit, too? She almost didn’t remember the plot to the novel she was reading, so long it had been since she last had time to open it. Was that lame? She had just turned 46, she was allowed to wallow a bit and not go out and celebrate if she didn’t feel like it. Right?
“Oh come on. You’re not gonna spend your birthday evening here in your office, are you?”
“Why not? It’s a very nice study, I spent years decorating it just like I want to.”
“Yeah of course. I mean what’s a better birthday companion than a stuffed raven, after all? But seriously, Larissa,” Melissa’s tone turned serious, and the fact that she used her first name instead of a ridiculous nickname signaled that this was not a question Larissa could brush off flippantly, “are you really going to just spend the day alone?"
"That's what I do most days. It doesn't make a difference to me." Larissa shrugged, cleaning the last bit of lasagna sauce off the plate with the side of her fork. She had never been a huge fan of birthdays anyway.
“Absolutely not! I will not allow that.”
“I…beg your pardon?”
“You may beg all you want but you won’t get out of this. Be all ready and dolled up at six this evening. I might not have as many resources here in Vermont but the ex-husband of my second cousin owns the most disreputable dive bar in Williston. We’re going.”
“Melissa, there’s no need to…”
“No no. You misunderstand. This was not a question. You’ll be coming with me to party on your birthday night whether you like it or not, Miss Weems. And you’ll have the time of your life doing so.”
Larissa met her eyes, her bright green eyes looking up at Larissa as if challenging her to disagree, and all it did was make a lovely warmth spread in the taller woman’s chest. She shook her head, an exasperated smile climbing to her lips.
“Alright, alright, you stubborn woman. You win. We’ll go celebrate my old age at your shady bar. But you’re offering the first round.”
“Ha! As if I’d let the birthday lady pay for her own drinks! I’ll have you know that my nonna raised me properly!”
They made eye contact across the desk, blue meeting green with an intensity that was new and warm and exciting. Larissa tried to convey in that gaze how much Melissa’s actions meant to her. Not just the cake and the birthday wishes. Hell, not even the invite to go out together. It was the fact that Melissa was there for Larissa in a way nobody had been in a very long time.
“Thank you, Melissa.” She said, frustrated at herself for being unable to say more, and yet charging those two simple words with all those untold things.
She was able to see the blush crawling up the other woman’s cheeks at her gratitude, and couldn’t help but think how adorable it made Melissa look. Clearly embarrassed, the redhead ran a hand through her locks and spoke in a gruff voice.
“So are you just gonna stare or are you gonna try the cake?”
The End
For anyone wondering, this is loosely in the same universe as my other Larissa/Melissa fic, New Teacher In Town.
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Hey love!! How are you? If your not to busy, Can you do a larissa x fem reader where r doesn't want to celebrate her birthday so larissa finds other ways to make her happy on her birthday. Lots of smut please!! Thank you have a good day♡♡
Birthdays are hard but so am I | NSFW
*Authors note~birthdays can be such a difficult day for some people for a verity of different reasons so I hope this helps people who struggle*
Trigger warnings~ daddy kink, shifted Larissa Weems degrading praise oral smut
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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You dreaded the day your birthday would show itself. Every year the same, you couldn't find it in your heart to celebrate a day you'd always been told was the worst of your parents lives. You'd heard of parents spoiling their child rotten and doting on them all day. Yet that wasn't what you knew so you just ignored it. As you got older your parents forgot and you never really reminded any friends or people in your life. There was no need, after all it was just another day.
Yet this year, Larissa Weems was in your life and thanks to hiring you to work at Nevermore Academy as a potions professor. A few weeks before your birthday Larissa tried to subtly find out what you wanted to do for your birthday but you immediately became upset and shut the conversation down. That's when it clicked for Larissa, your family and lack of wanting to celebrate your birthday, it all made sense. So she would have to celebrate with you in a low key but sentimental manner that wouldn't make you feel like it was purely birthday related.
October 12 rolled around quicker than you thought but so far nothing was out of the ordinary. You woke up by your lover pressing kisses all over your face, like every morning. You both showered together and got ready for work, kissing each other goodbye before going separate ways. Your classes flowed nicely, and before you even knew it, you were heading back to find Larissa Weems.
Larissa was one for romance, but you were totally surprised to see a trail of different coloured petals leading to your shared bedroom. "Ris?" You called out for her only to be stunned into silence, there she lay wrapped up in the most beautiful emerald lace. You allowed your eyes to rake over her beautiful curves before landing on what was currently straining in her panties.
"Ris? Is that a?" You mumbled trailing off distractedly. "It is my darling, now how bout you come help daddy take care of my problem here, it's rather tight" her voice was practically a purr at this point and it was a suggestion you were happy to act on. You honestly looked like a kid at Christmas seeing her all pretty and tied up for you to unwrap, something you made quick work of. "Darling you too, take it off" she whined tugging at your clothing which caused a chuckle to escape before you joined your girlfriend in her naked state. Your lips trailed over every inch of her ivory skin. You would never get enough of the intoxicating love of your life.
Larissa used her strength to flip you onto your back, after all tonight would be all about you and your pleasure, even if her cock was almost painfully hard for you. "Let daddy spoil you my love" was all she offered before her lips and hands went on tracing patterns on your skin, the little gasps for air and whimpers of need spurred Larissa on with her exploration of your body. "Daddy" you whined knowing she'd get the message. With a gently nip to your hip bone Larissa settled between your thighs.
"Oh darling, you smell absolutely delicious" she mumbled against your thigh before lapping at your soaked sex. "Oh daddy!" You whimpered, "fuck daddy, your tongue." Your pleads driving Larissa insane and spurring on her movements. "Daddy!" You whined, "mmm cum please" you mewled as your hips bucked up towards her mouth to allow the older woman's tongue to reach deep into your walls. That was all it took for you to absolutely douse her tongue in your cum.
Larissa's hand slipped down to tug on her thick dick while she lapped your folds, cleaning up the mess you made for her. Once you came back from your high you caught sight of her palming her hard cock you just knew you had to have her inside you. "Daddy, can I?" You mewled giving her the best puppy eyes you could muster, "want you inside me" you whimpered batting your eye lashes to further the innocent look. "You want daddy's special gift?" She teased before kissing her way back up your body.
"Gonna take it darling? It's just for you"she mumbled against the smooth skin of your neck. "Please! I'll be good daddy, just wanna feel you inside me" you whimpered rocking your hips upwards as she teased your soaked folds with the bulbous head of her cock, mixing your slick with her pre cum. "Shhh baby, daddy's gonna take care of you"she murmured stealing a sweet kiss as she slipped into your warmth.
"Daddy" you mewled feeling her hit the spot within you that only she could reach. "Oh darling, you feel so good for me, so fucking tight, dirty girl for daddy" she moaned happily suffocating in your cunt. "More daddy" you are whimpered which resulted in a harsh slap to your thigh, "manners slut" was growled towards you. "Please" you squealed as she began to thrust into your sex, "daddy fuck fuck please oh god" you whimpered over and over as she bottomed you out, the room filled with your shared moans of pleasure, the obscene wet sounds and the sound of skin colliding with skin.
"Oh baby, you feel so good, daddy wants to cum inside this tight fuck hole, make daddy cum darling" she panted as your right leg slipped over her shoulder to create a deeper angle. "Oh daddy fuck need to please" you mewled incoherently. "Oh fuck baby, keep squeezing my dick like that, take it baby!" She all but growled as her pounding became irregular indicating her own climax was quickly approaching. "Daddy please wanna" you mewled as you felt your walls flutter around her pulsating cock. "Fuck daddy's gonna fill your slutty cunt up baby, happy birthday darling!" She mewled shooting thick white spurts of cum into your needy core. "Daddy" you cried as you came with her, the feeling of her painting your walls white driving you crazy.
Larissa slowed her pace to bring you back to earth slowly, loving how fucked out and blissful you looked. You didn't even realise she said happy birthday as you were too blinded by your own pleasure. Larissa had some how managed to clean you up gently and shift her anatomy back before you were ready to deal with words, "Ris?" You whimpered sounding so vulnerable, "did you say happy birthday?"
"I did baby, I know you didn't want to celebrate but you my precious girl are worth celebrating and I wanted you to feel just how much I mean those words darling." Birthdays were certainly something but never had you felt so loved and cared for like you did tonight, a happy birthday indeed.
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