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Exhausting Excursions
Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)
Word count: 3.4K
Summary: You get sick on an excursion and Weems is concerned.
TW: vomiting (again), fever, exhustion, illness, changing
A/n I need more Wednesday requests I probs should do some of my marvel ones but I’m loving writing for weems rn, fight me.
The trip to Jericho was important. You needed to go to get the credit you needed for the class. There were three chaperones going, Principal weems, coach Vlad and Ms Thornhill. At first you thought you were just tired; it had been an early start to get to town in time for the convention. It was some plant expo. Ms Thornhill had made sure her class had a field trip arranged to go to Jericho that day.
You had assumed the achy joints and tiredness was from the early start but the further you went into the expo, the longer you sat there between Yoko and Enid the sicker you felt. Your stomach churned and the smell of pollen was making your nauseous. You just had another few minutes and it would be over; the principal had said students could get lunch and meet back to get on the bus at 1pm. It was 12:08 and the convention ended in two minutes. You just needed to hold on a little longer, then you could get out of here and hopefully have something light to drink because you knew if you ate it wouldn’t end well.
You probably should have told one of the teachers, but they looked stressed enough dealing with about twenty odd teens being let loose on the small town. You must have zoned out because the next thing you knew enid was pulling you out of your seat.
“Come on, we have to get our usual booth at the weathervane.” She whined and you chuckled softy.
“Ok enid. Ok.” You said trying to ignore the feeling of sickness that was pervasive in your body.
You stood and followed the group slowly trying to ignore Wednesday’s intense gaze as she analysed you closely. The raven knew something was up, but you would rather eat one of the plants than tell her. She would cart you off to Weems and spill all your secrets. And the last thing you needed was the tall blonde watching you throw up your guts. That would be rather embarrassing. Stepping into the weathervane you took mental stock of your body and decided you probably could manage drinking anything right now, you felt worse than before. Your head was starting to hurt, and your stomach was still doing flips as it tightened and loosened in a random pattern that made your head hurt more.
“I’ll save us our regular booth.” You said and went to sit down. Wednesday shot you a warning look as if she knew what you were up to but then again, she probably did. You sat and stared out the window into the street. You had about five minutes until you needed to be back at the bus once everyone had finally gotten their drinks with you being the exception.
“Do you not want anything Y/n?” Enid asked and you mentally groaned at your actions being noted.
“I left my wallet at home.” You lied easily.
“I can pay if you want.” Enid offered and you swear you saw the corner of Wednesday’s lips turn upward in what would be considered a sizeable smirk for the girl.
“Um no. It's alright. We probably wouldn’t have time to wait for another drink we probably need to head back to the bus soon anyway.” You said shrugging and enid decided to let it go.
Checking her phone for the time, Yoko announced that the group should head back to the bus. You had just made it a few blocks from the weathervane when you felt the saliva gather in your mouth and you knew you were about to be sick.
“Um i think i left my phone in the cafe. You guys go ahead I’ll be there in a minute.” You said and enid shrugged and agreed not wanting to get into uanessacry trouble. You knew the weathervane had bathrooms which would be much nicer than puking in a gutter. You slowly began making you way back trying to keep the feeling at bay. You looked back to see the group was almost out of sight. Feeling better now you knew you weren’t going to be caught. Of course, that meant you let your guard down. You slapped a hand over your mouth and darted into the alley between the shops knowing your time had finally run out.
Meanwhile Weems was tapping her foot, her arms crossed as she scanned the last group back to count for numbers. Almost immediately she noticed one missing. Doing a mental roll call for your group knowing it would be one of the troublemakers she realised with some surprise it was you missing and not Wednesday for once. The raven was standing with enid stony faced as ever as Weems surveyed the group.
“Your late.” The principal said.
“Correct.” Wednesday deadpanned.
“No cheek from you Ms Addams. Now, where is the rest of your group?” She asked growing frustrated.
“Y/n went back to get her phone she left it behind.” Enid said. “But she should have caught up with us by now.”
“Alright. I will go fetch Ms L/n and the rest of you are to get on the bus and stay there.” Weems said and the group filed onto the bus. She checked the watch and went to speak to coach Vlad and Ms Thornhill.
“Nobody leaves i have to fetch a straggler. Please stay with them.” Weems said.
“Alright.” Vlad said.
“No problem.” Thornhill agreed.
“I’ll be back in a minute the weathervane isn’t far.” The principal said as she walked off. She was stewing in her annoyance, usually you were a little bit of a troublemaker. The halfway between the bubbly werewolf and the gothic raven. You had a talent for trouble but a good heart and often had to talk Wednesday out of bad ideas which honestly impressed Weems a lot.
She stalked around the corner and caught sight of the nevermore uniform. She quickened her pace and turned into the ally.
“Ms L/n” she said sounding angry. “I asked all students to be back at 1pm.” She said and you simply turned from where you were lent against the wall taking deep breaths.
You hadn’t thrown up yet but you were very fast running out of time. And honestly you felt that you were too exhausted to care if the principal saw. Through her anger she had yet to realise your state.
You face was pale and your hands were shaking. Your curls stuck to your face with sweat and your eyes looked glazed over. Probably due to your fever.
“Do you honestly-“ the principal's speech was cut short as you turned, your forearm bracing yourself against the wall as you rested your head on it. Your body lurched and your stomach tensed. You opened your mouth and let out a choked sob as you were sick. You were shivering violently as you threw up. Blood rushed in your ears presently you from hearing the principals' stilettos click over to by your side. Your sick splashed onto the pavement of the alley and narrowly avoided your shoes. You felt a hand sweep the hair from your shoulders and be pinned up. Another warm hand rubbed circles on your back slowly.
“Sh shh shhh honey you're ok. It's alright. Get it out. Its ok. Your doing so well darling.” Weems said. Her hair was down as she had used the pins from her own hair to put yours up. You whimpered softly as you stopped the bout of sickness. Your body slumped and Weems was quick to catch you.
“Shh ok it’s alright darling.” She said and scooped you into her arms. You rested your head on her chest and let your eyes drift shut in a fevered daze.
“My goodness you feel warm sweetheart.” Weems said and you felt her carrying you somewhere. You heard a door open, and your body being set down. You were in sat across the principal lap. She had gone into the disabled bathrooms in the weathervane in case you were sick again. This was the stall was big enough for the both of you.
She pulled a phone from her pocket and pressed the number she had on speed dial, the tone trilled once before it picked up.
“Larissa is there a problem?” Ms Thornhill asked.
“Unfortunately, yes.” She sighed. “Y/n is sick. Would you be able to take the other students back to nevermore and come back in my car to pick us up?”
“Of course. No problem.”
“Thank you so much Marilyn.” The principal said as she brushed a hand through your hair as you dozed feverishly in her lap your eyes closed trying to stop the light from hurting your head more.
“Where do you want me to pick you up from?”
“The weathervane please.”
“Ok I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
the two finished the short exchange and Weems hung up after hushed goodbyes as you had fallen into a light sleep.
Weems sat on the floor against the wall with you curled into her lap. As she waited, she checked your temperature with her hand on your cheek deciding you were far too hot but unfortunately there wasn’t much she could do for you right now. Sighing she turned to check the emails on her phone as you slept.
About twenty minutes later Weems phone rang.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Hi, I’m outside. Do you need help with her?”
“Yes please.” Weems sighed.
“Alright I’ll be right there.” She could hear a buckle being undone.
“We’re in the disabled bathrooms. She’s sleeping.”
“Interesting choice of place to sleep.” A door slammed shut.
“It was either that or risk her throwing up on something she shouldn’t.”
“She threw up?!” Marilyn exclaimed.
“Yes. In the alley.”
“Jesus, poor girl. Alright I’m here let me in.” Thornhill said and Weems gently maneuverer you into a better position. She held you against her hip like one might a toddler glad her height was working in her favour. You shifted slightly and continued to sleep with your head resting on her shoulder looking fevered and pale. Weems opened the door and Marilyn poorly suppressed her surprise at your state.
“Oh my god, she doesn’t look well at all.” The botanist said and she brought her hand to your cheek eyes widening at the fever she felt raging under your skin. “We better get her back to the school.” The teacher said and Weems nodded.
The two walked out of the cafe and Weems slid into the backseat and shifted you onto her lap. You stirred slightly.
“Would you mind driving?” Weems asked and Ms Thornhill shook her head.
“No problem. I brought a first aid kit just in case, hopefully there are some sick bags in there just in case.” She said and slid into the driver's seat.
weems rooted through the box and was happy to find two sick-bags. She set them on the seat beside you and felt you moving slightly as you started to wake up a bit. The principal gently stroked your cheek as you came around, using her hand to gauge your temperature which was decidedly far too hot. You blinked at opened your eyes slightly, squinting. You turned your face into her hand nuzzling her palm with your face. Your eyes were glassy and seemed to not really focus on anything around you. You whined softly and Larissa hushed you and moved her hand to brush softly through your sweaty curls.
“How is she doing back there?” Ms Thornhill asked, and the principal smiled down at you trying to quell her anxieties about you.
“I think she’s alright. She’s still too warm and far too pale for my liking.” Weems said.
“Do you think she’s going to be sick again?” the teacher asked glancing in the rear-view mirror to meet eyes with the principal.
Weems looked down at you from where you were now lightly dozing.
“What do you think darling?” She asked you, “do you feel like you're going to be sick again?” She asked and you opened your eyes slightly looking up at her and whining, the fever was raging on and making it hard for you to really understand what was going on.
“Is that a yes sweet girl?” She asked and you whined again.
“Do you feel sick honey?” Marilyn asked and you made a noise of agreement halfway between a whine and a hum of agreement.
Weems grabbed the sick bag from besides her and placed it in her lap next to you just in case. You dozed lightly for another few minutes while Weems studied you closely to try and mentally catalogue everything she would be doing when they got back to nevermore. She noticed the growing paleness on your face and gently stroked your cheek with the back of her hand.
“Darling? Are you going to be sick sweetheart?” She asked softly and you hummed a panicked yes.
“Sh shh shh its ok sweet girl. It's alright.” She said and guided the sick bag under your chin as you put your shaking hands over hers as she held it for you. You clutched onto her hand with one of your own the other fisting in her blazer's lapels, holding on for dear life.
You were still half lying down, and the principal was concerned you might aspirate if you did throw up, so she gently propped you up against her chest and arm. Your head was on her bicep as she had one arm around your shoulders. She continued to hush you and whisper words of reassurance as you tried to stabilise your breathing in the hopes of fighting off the increasing sick feeling.
“Darling, breath love. You're ok. Its ok.” She hushed and patted your arm with the hand around your shoulders. She felt your body lurch as you pitched forward in her arms and dry heaved. The principal adjusted the sick bag, so it was under your chin again. Marilyn was glancing in the mirror as she saw larissa looking at you with concern.
“Need me to pull over?” She asked.
“Noooo.” You whined wanting to get back asap to hide in your dorm, but you choked on the words as you finally began to throw up into the sick bag. To her merit Larissa didn’t even wince, she gently rubbed your arm, her other hand still holding the bag for you.
“Sh sh shh its ok Y/n. You're ok sweetheart. It's alright honey.” She said and glanced at Marilyn.
“Yes please.” The principal said. She felt you tug at her blazer as you protested still actively being sick.
“It's alright honey, we’re just gonna try and make you more comfortable sweetie. Just hang tight, you're doing so good for me love.” She consoled and Marilyn pulled over on the empty road back to nevermore.
You heard a door open and close as you felt another set of hands on you. The botanist was holding your hair back as she laid a hand against your face.
“She feels warmer than before.”
“Yes. I was worried about that.”
After a minute you coughed and stopped being sick. Both teachers waited with bated breath to see if you were going to be sick again.
“Are you done darling?” Weems asked and you nodded weakly and pushed the bag away from you with a grimace.
“Think so.” You said.
“What do you mean think sweetheart?” Marilyn asked with a frown.
“Not as bad.” You said. Still very out of it.
“Whats not as bad darling? You still feel sick?” The principal asked.
“Yes, but not as bad.” You repeated.
“Ok we can work with that. I’ll keep another bag here in case. Let me know if you need it hon.” She said.
You gave a half nod and settled back into the crook of her elbow. You closed your eyes and heard the car door open and close as car starts again. You went back to dozing lightly as the two adults talked quietly, shooting you worried glances.
“We need to get her changed and somewhere she can sleep and have someone keep an eye on her.” Marilyn said
“She can stay with me for a bit.” Larissa responded looking down at you with sad eyes.
“Need any help with that?” The botanist asked.
“If you’re sincere then yes please. If it’s not too much trouble.” The blonde responded.
“Anything you need Larissa.” She gave a kind smile and you drifted further into sleep.
After parking at the school Marilyn and Larissa carefully manoeuvred you out of the car and you were soon being carried by the English blonde into the school. You were still pale and quite warm as you continued to sleep in her arms, clearly exhausted from the sickness. The two teachers made it to Larissa’s office in record time and without issue.
Opening the door at the back of her office into her private quarters she gently set you down on the couch in the living room. You stirred but stay asleep.
“I’ll be right back; I’ll just grab everything she needs. Could you watch her for me please?” Weems asked and Marilyn agreed and sat opposite you studying the sweat beading on your forehead.
Your breathing was light as you slept, and the paleness was broken only by the flush on your cheeks.
After about ten minutes the principal returned with a host if things. She came over and knelt next to your head on the floor by the couch.
She placed a bucket down by the bed just in case and pulled out a thermometer. She gently stroked your cheek with the back of her hand and watched you come around slowly. Your eyes were glazed, and you still felt like a furnace was on below your skin. She gently pulled your lip down with her thumb and tucked the thermometer under your tongue. You lolled your head to the side to face her looking miserable and tired. Your eyes were drooping as you looked at the concerned teachers tiredly.
Weems lent down and pulled out a washcloth dipping it in the small bowl of water she had set down next to the bucket. Wringing it out she waited for the beep of the stick before she took it and placed the cloth on your forehead.
She hummed disapprovingly at the number.
“Bad?” Ms Thornhill asked and weems jumped forgetting she was there.
“Unfortunately, so. 102.8 is very dangerous for a child.” She said.
“Anything i can do?”
“Can you fetch her a glass of water from the kitchen, we need to get some medicine in her as soon as we can.”
“Consider it done.” Thornhill said with a nod, and she scurried off.
Weems gently stroked your cheek again and you groggily opened your eyes and hummed in confusion.
“Hello sweet girl.” Weems said, “how are we feeling now? Do you need anything?” She asked gently, still stroking your warm cheek with her hand as she looked into your glazed eyes. You gave a small whine still fever-addled and confused.
At that moment Thornhill returned and handed the principal the glass.
“Thank you.” She said and placed the glass to your lips and tilted it as you drank some.
“Small sips darling.” She said quietly and with her free hand grabbed a blister packet of fever reducers. She popped out the correct dosage and popped them in your mouth chasing it with the glass again.
You complied your shaking hands over hers as she held the glass for you. After you were done you pushed it away and weems complied, sitting it down on the table. Thornhill came over and crouched next to weems. You hummed as she came into your view. Reaching out a hand you patted her knee making her laugh.
“Hello darling.” Ms Thornhill said and took your hand in hers rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. You gave a tired hum and closed your eyes again letting your arm go slack. Weems carefully tucked it back by your side and brushed the hair from your eyes, taking the cloth and dipping it in the water again before wringing it out and placing it back on your forehead. She checked your temperature with her hand, satisfied it was going down some.
Gently she guided your sleepy form upright as you made a mumble of protest. Weems pulled out an old t-shirt of hers and some sleep shorts that looked to be the right size somehow. She guided your floppy arms out of the school blazer and frowned at the sight of your shirt.
“Whats the matter?” Thornhill asked looking concerned at how Weems had paused.
“She sweat through her shirt.” She said slowly.
“Good thing we’re changing her then.” Thornhill chuckled.
“Yes, I suppose so.” Weems said and began to unbutton your shirt. After your top half was left in a sports bra, she slipped the shirt over your head and guided your arms through the sleeves and gently laid you back against the pillows going down to your school skirt she slipped it off your hips and slid it down. You were wearing boxers which made Thornhill chuckle.
Weems slid the sleep shorts on-top you like one might a small toddler and you rolled over and snuggled into a pillow making both women smile.
Now you were changed and medicated, they decided to let you sleep for a bit, both teachers planning to stay in the vicinity until you were well enough to be on your own again. And so, they did.
MASTERLIST
#weems#principal weems#larissa weems#marilyn Thornhill#yoko Tanaka#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#coach Vlad#Jericho#excursion#vomiting#illness#sick r#sick reader#fever#sicfic#fluff#whump#angst#comfort#hurt/comfort#nevermore reader#outcast reader#the weathervane#bontany#weems x Thornhill x r#student r#platonic relationships#throwing up#nausea
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finally watched all of wednesday with my sister and i walked away with big heart eyes for the fencing instructor tbph. 🤺
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I was going to ask "When were they in Romania together?" but then I realized this picture looks really recent. They must be filming Season 2 of Wednesday.
Also Bran Castle isn't the real Castle Dracula. The real Castle Dracula is Poenari castle but it's high on a steep hill and badly deteriorated. Part of it crumbled into the river over a hundred years ago. And the locals think it is haunted. So they use Bran Castle for tourists.
Since it appears Castle Dracula may be in Wednesday Season 2 this adds to my theory from season 1 that Coach Vlad is a certain other Vlad. The school has a 25% vampire population and the fencing coach is a Romanian named Vlad. Gee... Who could that be? :-P
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Vlad looks so funky but... YOI au
#danny phantom#my art#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#danny fenton#sketch#pompous pep#ice skater au#ice skater!danny#coach!vlad
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Zack:
Guys! I did something terrible!
Eclipse:
I’ll get de shovel.
Zack:
What? What do you think i did?
Shadowsan:
Does not matter, nobody will find out.
Ivy:
I thought you guys aren’t assassins???
Carman Sandiego:
Welcome to my life.
Eclipse:
We were assassins.
Shadowsan:
As i was a Yakuza.
Player:
I don’t see how it’s related.
Eclipse:
Ol’ man ‘ere spent half o’ his life killin’.
Ivy:
I’m sorry what.
Shadowsan:
This person here spent his entire life killing.
Zack:
I’m sorry what.
Eclipse:
He be successor o’ Dexter Wolfe.
Player:
I’m sorry who.
Shadowsan:
He is the successor of me.
Carman Sandiego:
I’m sorry what.
Eclipse:
He was a Yakuza.
Hideo:
Suhara!
Shadowsan:
He was a Cleaner.
Carlotta Valdez:
What even is a Cleaner?
Carman Sandiego:
The Cleaners can kill if VILE just command them and clean up.
Zack:
Clean up?
Ivy:
Clean what up?
Carman Sandiego:
Depends on the context.
Eclipse:
Now i clean yer mess up.
Shadowsan:
You have my sympathy.
Julia Argent:
Do the Cleaners take the person who was captured back?
Eclipse:
Yea.
Julia Argent:
That explains why did Crackle was able to escape.
Crackle:
They brought a limo!
Player:
You need a license for that.
Eclipse:
They kno stuff, Play. They trainin’ par’ers wit a ninja.
Ivy:
Why not the big scary coach?
Shadowsan:
They use skills unlike the Coach.
Zack:
She just has brawn.
Hideo:
I need an update on the VILE information.
Carlotta Valdez:
Same, i can barely keep up with the inside joke.
Julia Argent:
I’m sure the Hackers can give us a proper file.
Player:
Uploading profile to the cloud.
Crackle:
I used to have that Coach as my teacher and boss, so i know well what is he talking about.
Eclipse: *holding a shovel*
So yer trouble.
Shadowsan: *holding a sword*
We will attend to it.
Everyone:
Shadows, no.
#incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes Carmen Sandiego#Carmen Sandiego oc#Carman Sandiego#jade#eclipse#jade/eclipse#Shadowsan#zack#ivy#player#hideo#Carlotta Valdez#dexter wolfe#vlad#boris#Coach Brunt#Julia Argent#graham#crackle#the cleaners
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DPXDC prompt. Granny al Ghul
Ra's al Ghul believed that there were no former members of the League of Assassins. Maddie understood that perfectly, but it didn’t make her any more prepared when she saw her father.
"Hey, are you my favorite sweet grandpa?" Danny, who noticed his mother freezing in fear after opening the door, immediately stood in front of her. "Want to hug?"
"It was you again! I know for sure." The head of the league hissed in anger. ''Get out!"
"But this is my house." Her son shrugged his shoulders and smiled in a strange snide way. "Do you want me to show you my room or do you want me to chew a cookie for you? You look totally senile. Even your feet can’t hold you."
Ra's Al Ghul was shaking with rage. "Don’t play dumb, I know you’ve been tinkering with water in my Lazarus pits."
"They are part of the nature reserve of the Ghost Zone." Danny was rightly outraged. "Write your name on them even a hundred times, they will not be yours."
"But you’ll get a fine for vandalism. You’re lucky I didn’t report you to the authorities." Danny threatens grandpa with his finger. "But it’s only because we’re family, you know?"
Ra's frowns but stops arguing.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Danny’s offering a truce.
Ra's sighs. "Well, I wouldn't say no."
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"Do you like your drink?" Danny asks, pouring grandpa more green tea with milk.
"Disgusting." The head of the League of Assassins answers sincerely.
"Good." Danny’s smiling like a gremlin.
"Hey, do you want to see an album with photos of baby Danny, Ra's?" asks Jack, who doesn’t notice the tension around.
"No." Maddie was sitting there with her eye twitching for the last 40 minutes.
"I would like to see a family photo album, Madeline." Ra's, who saw an opportunity to embarrass his insolent grandson, did not want to lose it.
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"For the last time, why should I participate in this abomination?" Ra's stared angrily at his grandson pushing him into the classroom.
"Come on, grandpa, you saw my photo from kindergarten with a piss on my pants." Danny looked at him, batting his eyelashes.
Ra's rolled his eyes."And why does it mean I have to join this circus?"
"We’re definitely family now! And I promised Mr. Lancer I will take on Career Day this year anyone but not mom or dad. I’m definitely not gonna call Vlad. So that leaves you." Danny pushed him again.
The guard at the Demon's Head got nervous, but Ra’s hand stopped him.
"I did not agree."Grandpa moved one of the swords to Danny’s neck.
Fenton just brushed it off with a frown. "Come on, tell everyone a little bit about your plans for immortality and world domination. Maybe I’ll be interested in being your heir then. I promise to listen carefully!"
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"The most important thing in educating your minions is control. They must feel an absolute fear of your authority." The inspired Ra's continued his speech after the bell.
Lancer was taking notes. Tucker looked at it.
"I don’t like it, guys. I stick to the good old-fashioned disciplinary measures, you know?" Techno geek whispered.
"Well, I’m totally fine with it." Danny, who had noticed that after a fascinating lecture about the most effective tortures Dash was sitting two desks further away from him, showed his grandfather fist with the thumb up.
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"I changed my mind, I’ll kill him." Danny roared, running around the stadium after his thirtieth lap.
What idiot from the school board took his crazy grandfather’s advice about organizing extra fitness classes?
Next to him Wes fell to the ground. "Do it, Phantom. Avenge us." The boy wheezed at the last breath.
"No distractions, five more laps!" Ra's stood on the field with the hand fan.
"This bastar-r-rd." Danny roared furiously.
"What? My favorite grandson wants to run another ten? Well, I can’t say no, right, coach?" Demon's Head yelled.
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"You know, it is really nice to take a vacation sometimes. I feel an unprecedented surge of strength." Ra’s reached out to Mr. Lancer standing next to him. "Would you like to meet for coffee sometime?"
"How about Friday, around 7:00 p.m.?" Mr Lancer looked at his schedule.
"No, I’m busy at this time." Ra's sighed with regret. "We have a ritual sacrifice scheduled for six p.m."
"You have a great sense of humor, my friend." Mr. Lancer laughed. "Who knew Mr. Fenton had such an intriguing and well-read grandfather. You’re full of surprises, Mr al Ghul."
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Damian, sitting on the roof of Casper High, lays down his binoculars and sighs. "Yes, mother is right, grandfather finally lost his mind."
"Well, I’m glad you noticed too." A voice filled with relief rang very close.
"Who’s here?" Damian took out the katana.
"Um, boo?" Void’s voice answered.
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Subtle games (part 1)
Larissa Weems x fem!reader
Author's note: this fic is based on the idea about Larissa and an innocent clumsy adorable Reader. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, I hope you like it!!!
Warnings: none.
Y/N couldn't walk. The gray monsters were chasing her through the long passageways of Nevermore and her legs weren't moving fast enough to escape from their shadows. She could even feel the warm breath of the creatures at the nape of her neck just before she fell into an absolute void.
Her own screams woke her up but Y/N quickly realized that she was perfectly safe in her room's comfortable big bed. She had had another nightmare. When she calmed down she turned her head and tried to decipher with half-closed eyes the time her clock showed. Half past seven, she thought. Half past seven! She was going to be late for the staff meeting again. Y/N quickly sat up, cleaned herself up and put on her academy uniform at lightning speed. She left her room slamming the door and went down the stairs -two at a time- until she reached the small kitchen next to the meeting room, where she quickly made herself a strong coffee. At the precise moment when she was about to enter the adjoining room, where the weekly session was held, someone closed the door in front of her and the content of the coffee cup fell down due to the loud bang. When she saw the huge brown stain on her new shirt Y/N cursed outloud. However, she thought it was better to show up like that than to change clothes again, arrive embarrassingly late and make a fool of herself in front of her imposing boss. So, Y/N gathered all her courage and opened the heavy door to the office.
Nine serious faces stared at her from their seats. They were all the teachers of Nevermore, the school for outcasts. Y/N was the newest addition and she taught art and literature classes. She, like all of her students and mates, also had special powers. In her case, she was able to fleetingly give life to her own creations, something that could turn out to be her best dream and also her worst nightmare when her characters returned to their original inert state on the blank page of a book.
Nevermore's headmistress was Larissa Weems, a tall woman with platinum hair who wore a very elegant green suit. As usual she was the one who was in charge of the meeting.
- You're late again, Miss Y/L/N. -Larissa sighed. Later she looked at her stained uniform and drew an incredulous smile. -You have a curious sense of aesthetics. Anyway, take a seat.
- I'm sorry, Miss Weems. It will not happen again. -A blushed and hyperventilated Y/N sat next to Mr. Vlad, the fencing coach.
During the course of the meeting Y/N gradually regained her composure and then explained the challenges posed by the new semester at the academy. Y/N could even see an almost imperceptible smile forming on Larissa's lips as she listened to her attentively. Or maybe she was imagining it again, Y/N thought to herself. She had to get the diligent headmistress out of her mind once and for all because if she didn't her vivid imagination would play tricks on her again. Despite being aware that her crush on Larissa was almost certainly platonic and unrequited, she couldn't help but be enthralled when looking at her. Her incredible height, her silhouette, her cold eyes and her red smile haunted her every day like the monsters in her nightmares. And she couldn't escape from her either.
-Miss Y/L/N. What do you think? I'm very interested to know your opinion on this matter. -Larissa's soft voice brought Y/N out of her fantasies.
Wow, it's time to improvise again, Y/N reflected. She knew that they were still talking about the same topic and used her ingenuity to try to get out of the situation.
- You have a golden beak, Y/N. -Larissa praised her, showing off her perfect pearly teeth. -Your wisdom and inventiveness never cease to amaze me.
Hearing the compliment that came from Larissa's lips, Y/N couldn't help but blush and emit a sincere and wide smile at the same time. This reaction did not go unnoticed by the headmistress, who found it tremendously moving. Larissa suddenly looked at her companions and radically changed the subject. She couldn't be so unprofessional and show that deep down the young teacher Y/N Y/L/N was her little weakness.
After an hour of proposals and debates Larissa ended the meeting. Y/N was about to leave the room when she noticed the shadow of the tall woman closing over her.
- Y/N, could I speak to you in private? -Larissa asked politely as she tilted her head.
The young woman got lost in the woman's blue gaze and once again she had to rid those longing fantasies away from her mind. After all, it was a passing infatuation resulting from her dreamy nature.
When the two women were left alone in the large office, Larissa gently placed one of her long hands on Y/N's shoulder, who seemed to perceive a tender admiration in the headmistress' eyes. Suddenly, Y/N noticed a certain electric tension in the air and thought it was strange that her bodies were so close in such an empty room.
- I always appreciate your original point of view, Y/N. Thank you for helping me make this school a better place for the entire Nevermore family. -Larissa spoke those words lovingly as her hand rested on Y/N's shoulder. - And in case you didn't know, you are wearing your jacket backwards.
Y/N got a goofy smile etched on her face. How was it possible that she had not noticed this detail? She was sure Larissa thought she was a total mess.
Although for Y/N the day had only just begun.
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Request: fluff with Larissa where Rissie is having sad girl minutes and Reader cheers her up, please
🤗 Thank you for the ask! I can certainly try! This was my first attempt at a Reader insert. It was a fun challenge. Hope you like it! 🙃
Another Dismal Dance
Larissa Weems x Reader
Notes/Summary/Warnings: Just fluffy stuff. Larissa has another disappointing Rave'N and reader tries to make it better.
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You were standing with Ms. Ingram, the other rookie teacher, by the punch bowl at the Rave'N chaperoning the students as they arrived. She was busy mindlessly speculating on who might be dating who and whether any of the speculative couples would be making an appearance together as official items, but your attention was elsewhere. You were trying to be subtle about it, but it was difficult because the object of your affection was positively radiant this evening.
From the moment you'd interviewed with her and bonded over your shared interest in Outcast History, her former subject, you'd been enamoured by Principal Weems. This was your first teaching job and she had been an amazing mentor, always ready with words of encouragement or offering an ear for you to vent. And when she'd begun to confide in you during your fireside chats in her office, you couldn't have been happier. She'd been having a tough time this year with the monster attacks and Wednesday's constant need to solve the mystery surrounding them. You'd become increasingly worried about her as you could see from the windows of your rooms how many evenings, she'd been working late into the night doing damage control for Wednesday's latest antics.
But you'd been able to cheer her up anytime she expressed frustration with things just by mentioning the Rave'N. She was so excited about the preparations. She wanted everything just right for her students to have a memorable experience and her enthusiasm was one more thing about her that you found so endearing. You'd been having little cautionary chats with yourself lately just to check in and remind yourself to respect boundaries since this was your boss and making an unwanted advance toward her could be a huge mistake but it was hard to keep your resolve everytime you saw her flitting through the halls. She was so beautiful and so elegantly put together. And her personality matched her appearance, charming and perfect. It was a struggle not to be a complete simp.
Especially right now, she was stunning in her knee length silver dress, and she looked so happy seeing all of her hard work come to fruition. She had done an incredible job on the themed decor. It was nice to see her have this perfect evening after all the stress she'd dealt with recently. Now, if only you could work up the courage to go over and tell her as much. "Right?" Your eyes widened as your realized you'd become so engrossed in Principal Weems that you'd completely checked out of the conversation with Ms. Ingram.
"Sorry?" "Coach Vlad." She was met with a look of confusion. "I said he thinks his track suit is formal wear apparently. Crazy huh? Are you alright, Y/N?" "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about Monday's lesson plan and whether to include a pop quiz," you lied trying to cover for the actual reason behind your inattentiveness. Ms. Ingram rolled her eyes dramatically and grabbed you by the arm shaking it, "We're off work. It's a dance. Loosen up and have a little fun, Y/N." "Yeah, I'll try…"
You managed to excuse yourself from Ms. Ingram's gossip train and finally made your way to Larissa. "Ms. L/N! You look lovely this evening darling. That dress is so pretty!" she greeted you happily. You blushed noticeably at her compliment. "This is amazing Principal Weems. You should be so proud. And you are a vision. Perfection." "Really?" her turn to blush noticeably. "I love it. And the gloves, the jewelry, and the hair, they're all absolutely beautiful." She smiled still blushing, "Flatterer." "Just facts." "Ms. L/N?" You heard Ms. Ranier, the other history teacher, call from behind you.
You reluctantly started to turn away from Larissa to acknowledge Ms. Ranier, but she reached out gently and took your hand to draw your attention back to her for a moment. "Ms. L/N?" You turned back with a look of inquiry. "Before you go…" "Yes?" "I just wanted to ask if you'd like to stop by my office later? Maybe for a celebratory drink? I'm so happy with how everything came together." "I would love to. That sounds fun," you said beaming at her. She smiled in return and winked at you, "See you then, Y/N." The wink has caused your stomach to abruptly relocate within your body. You turned and floated away.
Everything was going so well…until it wasn't.
You were standing against the wall with two other teachers deeply engaged in a terrible dance battle with each of you showcasing your cringest of moves when you felt a droplet land on your shoulder.As you looked around trying to find the source of the leak you noticed the droplet was red. "What the hell?" And then there was two, three, four. "What's going…" And then the sprinklers opened fully and rained down red.
People started to scream as their formal attire they'd spent weeks choosing became stained all over. Then they started to try to get away and began slipping in the mess. You immediately started trying to help students up and direct them to the exit, but it was chaos. And then you heard a loud scream and you turned to see Larissa having a full-blown meltdown in the center of the room and your heart broke in two.
She'd wanted this to be perfect so badly and she'd already dealt with so much this year and now she and her beautiful dress were stained from top to bottom. She was breathing deeply and shaking. She seemed to be having a panic attack or hyperventilating. You tried to make your way toward her, but you kept getting caught up in the on rush of the exiting crowd. Over and over again you were thwarted from getting to her. Eventually you were pulled along by your fellow teachers who all just wanted out.
In the aftermath you stood and looked frantically around for Larissa. You just wanted to make sure she was okay. Unable to find her, you hugged and comforted crying students encouraging them gently to return to their rooms and get cleaned up and apologizing for their dance being ruined. Finally you spotted her, but she rushed by on her phone and you heard her addressing Sheriff Galpin. She'd recovered from her earlier panic and now she sounded furious.
Realizing this was not an ideal time to try and speak to her you returned to your own rooms and cleaned yourself up. You paced your room using baby wipes to clean the stains from your face and out of your hair as much as possible before changing out of your ruined dress. You could see Larissa pacing furiously in her office and gesticulating wildly at the other occupants.
You determined when you had a chance you would try to intervene and do what you could to comfort her in some way. You grabbed a large basket and began filling it with items, baby wipes, cloths, a blanket, a candle, a bottle of red wine you'd bought after trying it in Larissa's office one evening, and finally a small bouquet from your pink hellebores. You made your way over to the main building and saw Sheriff Galpin and Mayor Walker leaving as you entered. You made your way upstairs.
As you entered while knocking you saw Larissa hastily try to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes as she stood from her desk. "Y/N? Are you alright? I'm so sorry for what happened?" You came in and placed the basket on the couch. "Am I alright? I came to check on you. I know how much you were looking forward to this. I'm the one who's sorry for the way it turned out." She'd been making a valiant effort not to cry but she lost the battle and started to weep openly. You rushed over and hugged her tightly. "Oh no sweetheart. Don't cry. I'm so sorry."
She clung tightly to you and sobbed loudly. You held her tightly in return and rubbed soothingly on her back trying to bring her some comfort. As her sobs lessened slightly you placed your arm around her lower back. "Come here, sweetheart," you said gently leading her toward the couch in front of the fire, "let's sit down together for a minute." You brought her around to the couch but she hesitated. "I don't want to stain it," she sniffled still wearing her ruined dress. You moved quickly over to your basket and removed the blanket, unfolding it and holding it open like a towel. She continued to hesitate.
You wiggled it at her invitingly, "Come on. I brought it just for you. Feel free to stain it all you like." Larissa smiled through her next sniffle and moved closer to you. You wrapped her up into a red burrito and hugged her once more before encouraging her to sit. She did and you removed the candle and flowers placing them on the table and lighting the wick. Larissa smiled and wiped a strand of stained loose hair from her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"Me? I'm currently in the middle of an impromptu and somewhat desperate attempt to provide some small modicum of comfort to you after what was an unmitigated disaster perpetrated on the most undeserving of creatures." Finishing your quick mood setting decor, you reached over producing the bottle of wine and holding it out to her. "May I interest the madam in a glass of the house's finest Beaujolais Nouveau?" you said in your corniest French waitress impression. Mercifully she chuckled as you poured her a glass.
Darling, you didn't have to do any of this." "I wanted to. I felt terrible seeing you crushed like that." You held up a baby wipe. "May I?" "Please." You placed a knee on the couch beside her and bent forward over her wiping the stains from her face gently. She gazed up into your eyes with a look of gratitude that made you weak. "Thank you," she whispered as you continued to wipe away the red. "Of course, sweetheart."
When you finished cleaning as many of the streaks from her face as you could, you sat down next to her on the sofa and poured yourself a glass. She held hers out for a refill and you both sat and stared into the fire for a while. You felt her hand lay over the top of yours and you turned yours over. She entwined your fingers together and you continued to watch the flames. "Are you going to be alright?" you whispered. "Yes, darling, don't worry about me." "But I do," you said after a pause. She caressed your hand gently and smiled.
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Only Pretending #2
Alright, you asked and I heard! Here's Only Pretending Chapter 2
@the-bagel24 you have 24 hours!
@regalbootie, @tundra1029, @thoroughly--confused I hope you all enjoy this one just as much ^^
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Word count: 3.9k (ooof I did not realise that before)
“It was entirely his idea, principal. I had nothing to do with it,” you had no qualms against throwing Vlad under the bus. It was his brilliant idea and if she hated it or thought it ludicrous he should be the one reprimanded.
You were sitting in the leather chairs in front of Larissa’s table. She was at the other side, looking from you to your backstabbing friend with a calculating expression.
“And why do you think this is a better idea, coach?” she arched an eyebrow at him, they were having a small staring contest and you wished you could understand their silent conversation, but they were friends for about two-thirds of your entire life, so tough luck on that front.
“I believe,” he accentuated the word with an arched eyebrow of his own, “that since our friend here isn’t much more than acquainted with Morticia and vice-versa, she would be a better fit to fool her into believing you’re together.
“Let’s make it a thinking exercise, shall we?”
“You don’t have to speak to us as if we’re children, Vladislav” Larissa drawled, seemingly annoyed. She probably was regretting the entire charade. It hadn’t even started yet but she looked like she could not phantom any more of it.
Vlad smiled and bowed his head minutely, “I’ll be more serious, then. Forgive me,” his tone changed nothing, “But imagine: if you and I appear at the Addams Manor, hand in hand saying we decided to, after twenty years, take a step further and pair off, what would they think? After so long not wanting anything similar and giving others no indication of a potential flame?”
“Flame? Vlad your centuries are showing,” you snorted, trying not to laugh, and could see the glint of humour in Larissa’s eyes as well upon seeing your predicament.
“Shut up, child!” he hissed, but you knew he could take a teasing, “As I was saying… on the other hand, if you appear with a new teacher, young, charming and professionally accomplished, the chances of people believing rise exponentially. You are simply fitter for each other than you think, and other people would agree, thus making it easily believable,” he finished with crossed legs and both hands atop his knee as if delivering the god’s law.
Larissa had a bothered expression on her face again, but she was mulling it over, you could tell. Vlad’s words seemed more as if he was trying to convince you to go on a blind date than to just pretend to be a couple. You had to give it to him, but you also wanted to punch him in the face for painting pictures in your head.
“I admit you have a point,” Larissa conceded in a soft voice, “But you shouldn’t have dragged another co-worker into this without their consent, Vlad, and that is highly unprofessional and disappointing of you.”
Vlad was easily a hundred and fifty years older than her and she still could pull off talking to him like a disappointed mother while making him actually listen and even agree with her fond chiding. You were in awe of her, and nothing would ever change that.
“However, if Razvan is also involved in this and presuming he couldn’t keep it to himself, more people know. Which I’m regretful to acknowledge is a good starting point for our little fabrication to seem real,” at that, she looked at you with a questioning look. You were sure if you said no, she would immediately ask someone to clarify the rumours and wipe away any trace the idea of you two together might have made. You loved her a little for being committed to everyone’s well-being to that level.
“It is,” you stated, looking at your lap for a brief moment before returning her gaze, “And I wouldn’t mind playing the part. I was mad at Vlad for doing it without your consent, you decided on any of this as much as I did, but if you’re ok with it, I can say I am too.”
That was very eloquent. You mentally patted yourself on the back for not mumbling, squeaking, stuttering or doing any of the things fitting of your panicked and excited state. Larissa smiled at you with what seemed to be… relief? Did she actually think you would say no? And loose on the chance to pretend to be hers? As if.
“I’m happy you’re amenable to that. If we’re being honest it would be rather more credible for me to be with a woman, and although Vlad should have asked you first,” at that, she gave him a severe look, “I can’t say I’m disappointed with the results.”
You were a single praise away off screaming like a schoolgirl with a crush, but Larissa only gestured for Vlad to leave, saying thank you and don’t ever do that again before the door clicked shut.
“So,” she started again, you weren’t saying much but, in your defence, it was out of fear of ending up impersonating an overwhelmingly happy quokka, “I think we should meet a few nights to discuss how we’ll be doing this. We leave in a week’s time, on the 30th, so maybe two times before that we could plan for general questions and get to know one another a bit. I’m so sorry this is how you’ll spend some of the time you should be off work but I promise to compensate you for it.”
“No, it’s no problem at all!” you hurried out, “I would just spend it here anyway. This way I’ll go to an Addams’ party,” you shrugged, smiling. Yes, the Addams’ party which wasn’t even near as delightful as spending time with Larissa; that was the good part, of course.
“In any case…” Larissa looked away as if embarrassed, “This situation is far from adequate, and my motives aren’t the most selfless, so I’m very sorry you got caught up in all of this. Even if you say you don’t mind.
“I am aware you don’t feel the most at ease when I’m present and I wish I could fix that, but at least know that I don’t want you to do this thinking I’ll hold it against you if you don’t or out of feeling intimidated, or whatever reason you might have,” she seemed deadly serious, and if that didn’t make you like her even more.
“It is really not a problem, as I said I don’t mind helping if you don’t mind it being me. I’m just happy I can be of use and a party full of outcasts seems like a very fun time,” you smiled fondly at her.
You loved the outcast community, they were far more accepting than the normie people from your past, the close-minded village you were raised in would spit at you on the street if they knew about your work, your beliefs and especially your sexuality. As if liking women would affect the growth of the crops or bring a storm to the town.
“Right. Then I’m very glad it is you who’ll accompany me,” she returned the smile.
“Really? Aren’t you just saying that because you have no other choice?” you said it jokingly, but your eyes searched for anything there that might betray her words. You only found an amused smirk and a playful eyebrow.
“Oh, absolutely. I can never stand being near someone beautiful and funny, they steal all of my attention, and I can’t get anything done.”
You felt your cheeks burn. You asked for it, but the teasing was a bit more than you could take. Damned stunning blondes and their ability to make a mess out of you!
“So, what do you think about we meet the night after tomorrow and one before the day we go?” she cut your train of thought and you only nodded, getting up and preparing to leave.
“I’ll see you then, principal Weems,” you gave her a curt nod and went to the door.
“Ah, and y/n…” she said right before you opened the door, “Thank you for doing this. I am truly in your debt.”
If only she knew she was gifting you the thrill of a lifetime.
The brief conversation might have been the longest you’ve ever had with the principal after your interview, and far more cordial than any interaction you’ve had. When you were admitted, Larissa had a very serious tone and severely set face while questioning you on why you wanted to teach at Nevermore, your previous career, and if you had contacts at the other institutions you’ve lectured at who could vouch for you.
You remember thinking it all a bit much for some time, and then you became friends with Vlad, the fencing coach, and discovered the whole Mexican Soap Operathat was the year before you arrived.
So, you knew Larissa was reluctant to like you and you didn’t blame her for that. What did disappoint you was that after an entire year, she still kept you at arm’s length and weekly visits to discuss your interactions with students were still a thing. You didn’t even have what to talk about at these moments, she just asked how was the week and if someone caused any trouble or if you were still happy in your position. It was as if she was waiting for you to get fed up and leave at any given moment.
But leaving the principal’s office that day was different. She had been in such a vulnerable position, asking you to help her deceive an old… nemesis? It certainly looked more and more like that with every passing moment.
The next day was a blur of picking outfits, researching outcast Halloween parties and freaking out to Vlad in your ridiculous excuse of card game night.
“So I don’t buy a costume?” you place your last chip on the ten of clubs.
“No, absolutely not. This is the normie tradition. Why would a werewolf dress up as a mummy?” Vlad draws a ten of clubs and a three of hearts.
“Goddamn it, I’m horrible at this,” you give up and Vlad seems very pleased at having all your chips to himself. Two of them were dead bets and the other six were just very bad luck.
“For us, Halloween parties are more of a formal gathering with music and canapes,” he explained, shuffling the cards and putting them away. “I remember the actual balls,” his expression turned almost forlorn, reminiscing on who-knows-how-old memories.
“So you’d say a formal dress?”
“Maybe a suit, whatever you’d feel comfortable with, dear.”
You did have a burgundy blazer and high-waisted trousers you’d never gotten around to wearing. Not many occasions at Nevermore for it and the last Raven was themed Mothman’s black and red.
“I’m sure Larissa will be pleased with anything you wear…” he gave you a sly smile before continuing and you were already looking for something to throw at him, “or don’t.”
“Just shut all the way up you… insufferable man!” you got a handle on a stress ball left on your table and missed his face by half a foot. He laughed and you threw yourself on the bed. “I hate you.”
“You love me. And you depend on me,” he sat on the bed looking down at you, “If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be nowhere near getting onto Larissa’s skirt and now you got an entire weekend to do just so.”
“It’s pretence, you madman! We won’t do any of it!” he wanted to torture you; you were sure.
“Yes, and you won’t hold hands in public or casually kiss when you feel like it because that’s not what infatuated new couples do,” he arched an eyebrow at you and laid down at your side.
He had a point. In the back of your mind, you knew from the start that you’d have to keep close proximity to Larissa, and while that was not a problem to you and she was an adult and could deal with the consequences of her decisions, it was still a bit intimidating to think about.
You wouldn’t have to kiss; you were almost certain. You’d love that, but if Larissa draws a line you will keep yourself behind it.
“Why are you acting like she actually wanted it to be me?” your voice was little more than a whisper, “She asked you. You are her friend, she’s comfortable with you. If I don’t annoy her, which I’m almost sure I do, the most I am to her is her employee.”
He didn’t respond for a while, leaning on his elbow to look at you, “I wish you weren’t so horrible at this. You are a very special girl, y/n-“
“I’m almost thirty, c’mon-“
“Still a girl, shush. What I mean is that you are incredible company while also not being too bad on the eyes.”
“Ouch, thanks-“
“Stop interrupting me, insolent child!” you both laughed a bit, and you decided to keep quiet, “Larissa might not know you personally, but she asks about you, she is interested in your well-being and impressed by your achievements. I wish I could say more without spoiling your fun, but what I can say is that I know you’ll get along like a house on fire.”
You only smiled at that. Vlad had a wisdom only someone who lived a very long life could attain. Sometimes he took rash, irritating decisions that turned out to be a lesson in the end, and soon you realized he only did things the hard way to add some spice. Life probably got boring after seeing two centuries of it.
“I trust you,” you conceded, looking at him with all earnestness, “I just wish I could understand you better.”
“You will, soon, my dear.” He kissed your forehead and got up. “Good luck tomorrow and good night.”
Seeing Larissa should not be this nerve-wracking. You did it every day, in some way or another. Passing by in the corridor, bringing the coffee someone asked you to, discussing students’ results or weekly reports. But this time it was different. You were meeting her, purposefully meeting her for wine and planning. It was akin to work but with the added atmosphere of decidedly not work. Your stomach was in a knot.
“Come in,” the gentle tone welcomed you when you knocked.
Larissa wasn’t at her usual seat behind her laptop. She was in front of her fireplace, leafing through a leather journal, a pen gracefully kept between her index and thumb. Another chair had been brought to face her own with a side table where an empty glass sat.
“Am I late?” you walked to her and sat.
“No, I was just going over some questions,” she smiled, putting her own half-drunk glass down on the floor.
So professional. Even to lie. It was amusing how Larissa could transform everything into work. So much for being nervous; she had everything under control.
“Questions?”
“Yes, but that can wait.” She put the journal down on her lap and leant to pour you a drink. “How was your day? Have you rested a bit already?”
“Oh… not so much, I picked some clothes for the trip and graded students’ works to clear my next few days.” You admitted to being restless when there was still work to do, but you were planning on relaxing a bit soon. Even more now that all you had ahead was enjoying Larissa’s company and maybe getting her out of your system once and for all.
“Yes,” she chuckled, “I understand. I just sent my last e-mails for the day and still have some things to figure out in the morning before finally being free.” She picked up her glass and took a long sip, you could hear her swallow, “I confess I can’t wait for a good twelve-hour sleep.”
You smiled at that. Imagining Larissa giving in to leisure and spending an entire morning in bed. In your head, you would be massaging her feet and encouraging her to keep napping however long she wanted.
“So…” she filled her glass again before continuing, steeling herself. “I think we should establish boundaries and discuss a simple but credible set of events for us to be together.”
“Agreed.” You took your first sip, and the velvety sweet taste surprised you. Larissa noticed because a small smile crept the side of her mouth. “This is really good!”
“I thought you’d be the type to enjoy sweeter things,” she seemed proud of herself and nudged you to continue.
You took another sip, and wow it was even better now you knew what to expect. The taste lingered in your mouth, and you felt strangely content.
“As I was saying, I think it wise we discuss boundaries. I would like to know whatever things you wouldn’t like to do as displays of affection go and which you can handle.”
“Jesus, Larissa, I won’t die for holding your hand,” you tried to joke, but she was serenely serious.
“Some people are very sensitive about touch; I just want to make sure.”
This woman was going to kill you. The fire lighted the side of her face, casting the other in a soft shadow, making her eye shimmer in the dark.
“I’m ok with touching. Handholding, sitting close, caressing as long as it’s innocent. I’m not big on public displays of lust, affection I can do.”
“What made you think we would need to-“
“I don’t know, Morticia and Wednesday’s father were a lot the first time I met them. I just can’t do any of that.”
Larissa let out a deep, thundering laugh at that, and god was it a vision. Her exposed neck, head back with a hand covering her mouth.”
“No! No, we won’t do that.” She assured, regaining control and trying to school her face, but she was still looking amused, “Gomez and Morticia are a lot. Their level of love and devotion borders obsession and although sweet it is also nauseating to everyone around them. You are not alone in this, trust me.”
“Oh, thank god! I mean, if they're happy, great for them, but I don’t need to be part of it.” You didn’t realize, but your glass was almost empty, and Larissa arched a brow questioning if you wanted more. You nodded.
“So, touch is fine. What else?” she asked.
“Tell me what you feel comfortable with,” you goaded, drinking some more.
Larissa seemed caught at that, not expecting your prompting.
“Hm… I don’t mind touching of any kind, as long as appropriate. I’m not opposed to kissing-“ she interrupted herself at that, having another sip while looking away and then back at you, “In the cheek, hands, forehead-“
“Mouth?” you let out, immediately regretting it. Larissa was purposefully not saying it, it was obvious she didn’t want to kiss you in public. And in private came without saying.
She stayed silent for a while, looking at the floor in front of the fireplace, where a few of the glowing ambers were falling and dying out.
“I know this is unpleasant for you. I promise to try my best at making you comfortable for the entirety of it, and I won’t ask you to do that.”
“And what if I want to?” woah what? That was a bit too much, backtrack, fast! “I mean, what if I don’t mind? Just like touching. It’s just kissing Larissa, we’ve done more with other people, it’s not a big deal,” nice. Good save.
She took a deep breath and looked at you again, “If the moment arises, I’ll ask. How about that?”
Sometimes you win, and sometimes you don’t.
“That’s fine.” You conceded, standing up and taking the bottle from the floor beside her chair. You filled your glass and offered to fill hers. She accepted, and the bottle was empty. “If we’re going to be close, I think we should get accustomed to that, don’t you?”
You could not only stop at the clear fail with the kiss subject. You were a bit drunk, and Larissa was so there it almost ached not to touch her.
“What do you suggest?” she seemed curious, standing up as well.
“We can sit on the sofa together. Come up with our story. Not much, just the casual closeness a couple would have,” for a tipsy fool you were proud of how much sense your argument made.
“That’s reasonable. Very well.” She walked to the sofa, and by her less upright and proper posture, you could tell she drank a bit more than you but also held her alcohol with much more ease.
She sat close to the middle, and you sat right beside her, your bodies touching from shoulder to knee, in your case; even sitting you only got to her bicep.
“When did we get together?” you were tempted to phrase it as how did you fell in love with me, but you guessed her tolerance had a limit and you didn’t want to find it.
“I think good old office cliché. We met at work, spent some time together and our mutual respect and admiration mixed with feelings of attraction and fascination and someday it was simply too plain not to see.”
That was very rational. In a way, it was sweet and simple, and you thought no one would need much more than that.
“Makes perfect sense.” You leant your head on her arm, and to your surprise, she shifted so you were resting on her shoulder and her arm laid around yours.
She smiled, looking down at your stunned face, “Comfortable?” she seemed entertained by you, “If we’re going to do this, we might as well be friends. You are doing me an enormous favour; I think we are past being shy and awkward about physical contact. It will only make things more difficult.”
“You’re right.” You buried yourself further on her chest, catching the fading scent of her sweet perfume. She always wore that one and you loved it.
“So how was our first date?” she prompted, a laugh on her voice.
“Hmm… I took you out for a picnic. You were wearing heels and it was early so it was a disaster to walk on the grass. I regretted making it a surprise because I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself, but when we arranged the things down, you took off your shoes and laid on my chest, saying you couldn’t care less about dirt in your heels.”
The image came to life in your head as the floral scent reminded you of vast fields in spring. Larissa hummed and her fingers came to put a few strands of your hair behind your year.
“That’s a very sweet thought,” she mused, and you smiled to yourself at the gentleness of her voice.
“Do you think we’ll need much more than that?” you whispered; you were feeling sleepy.
“Maybe a timeline and some more getting acquainted with being close. But it can’t be that hard to convince people someone is dating, it’s not like it is completely unfounded that I would have a partner, is it?” her last words were weaker than the rest of her sentence, and you felt a pang in your chest. Of course it wasn’t. Larissa was focused on work, but she was so much more than the principal. She listened, protected and cared for everyone around her. Always trying her best to help everyone succeed and be happy.
“No, it’s not. And I’ll look so in love with you that it won’t even cross their minds for a second.” With that, you leant away, looking at her face, and planted a soft, slightly longer than necessary, kiss on her cheek. “For practice.” You whispered and got up, wishing her good night and leaving to your room.
Chapter Three
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DCXDP prompt
Ok, so there's plenty of Danny laying low or freaking out about the no meta rule, but I have this CRAVING of someone for once just explaining it to him? Like whoever bird or birds he's talking to just leans in and whispers "Wanna know a secret? That's mostly just a mind control precaution. I mean would you want to see Supes jacked up on fear gas? If the league do come over he prefers to be called first so he's close if something happens."
Danny- "Oh... yeah that makes sense actually, that shit isn't fun to be under.."
"Wait is THAT why you have that string of robberies on your record?!"
"That and the time my whole town got possessed in order to make me look bad and get arrested.."
The bird then drags Danny into the cave to open Bruce's file on him, and they both sit down and fill in the gaps on the shadier spots of his record. Heck Danny eventually gives Bats a few thermoses and other less harmful but still disabling device blueprints to add to the contingency file cause even if Dan is in therapy and on probation he knows his shit luck will probably make it needed sooner rather than later and he knows how fast it will go bad.
It comes in very handy at the next gala when Vlad attempts to have a duplicate overshadow Bruce who refuses to take his business propositions. Vlad gets nosey before Danny pulls up his king rights and makes vlad take an Oath (the magic binding kind) to not mess with Bruce or his family or reveal any of their super identities to anyone at all. Constantine is there beforehand to read over the contract and outthink any loopholes before vlad can take advantage of them.
Danny gives them samples of ecto-dejecto for medical emergencies, the Bat's keep them refreshed and in stock especally after they meet Ellie and hear about her stability problems. With help from Frostbite and Danny's ok they start working on a more reliable formula just for Ellie's sake.
Yes Jason is calmer around the halfas and he is slowly stabilizing enough form a proper core from it, (not an instant fix this time!) whether hes becoming a true halfa, more towards a remnant, or both they arent sure. But one night when the phantoms arent around Jason is having a bad time, reacting from something he was hit with during a fight. Tim just grabs one of the ecto-pens on a whim and it just flushes out the toxin so fast Jay passes out. When he wakes up his core has had a good growth spurt, its still not complete yet but he's beginning to get some minor abilities, the Phantom sibs start coaching him before it gets strong enough for Jason to turn completely intangible and if Jay starts complaining? Clockwork whisks them ALL up to the tower for a home movie night of Danny's greatest fails. Grampa has a collection, good and bad XD. Yes Danny is cringing in shame while eating Clockwork's ecto cookies but Jason is slowly starting to understand the importance of getting the basics right cause he does NOT want to accidentally sink completely under the ground without being able to get back out no thank you!!
What core type would he get anyway? Shadow's like Johnny because of the stealth perks? Earth to prevent being buried again? Would he have literature as a secondary obsession cause obviously he's gonna follow Danny into the family/protection category but since Danny also has a space obsession why not?
He puts Jazz's name in the list of superhero safe therapists, the fact she's already making waves at Arkam is only boosting her reputation. Especially once they read her paper on ghost obsessions and how sometimes they are comparable to hyper-fixations in autistics in the way they both satisfy and promote healthy growth for a ghosts physical and mental state but also how being deprived of them or forced to go against them can be severely harmful to their literal health.
And that was one thing the birds kept tripping on to understand whenever they needed to bench one of the halfas but they would end up just hovering around NEEDING to be helpful no mater how much they are told to go back to bed. They also get a whole new understanding on what happened to Dan cause yeah his whole timeline is based on loosing his family and retaliating out of grief.
So from then on the halfas are allowed to help with little tasks as long as they do not strain their recovery at all. Whenever Danny gets sickly and depressed they take him up to the watch tower, Ellie gets lessons in different languages so she can interact more when they let her join them on international trips, Jason gets set loose in a newly discovered bookstore when the manor's or Bab's library isn't enough, and Dan.. they're still figuring him out but he seems to enjoy wrecking little play city set ups and games where you play as the monster like Godzilla or Rampage along with general ghost sibling rough housing. (Lilo and Stitch is his favorite movie but you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it,)
As for ships, definitely anger management. Jason becomes an unofficial fourth Phantom sib. Platonic everlasting trio cause Danny loves his friends and they will pet him like a cat for hours while his tail coils around them possessively like a giant snake and still make memes of it when he's grumpy. Brain dead is fun also, especially if Danny or the others are capable of Little Baby Man form and Tim has to fight Damian for cuddle rights! Bats has his usual girls but hey superman isn't that bad to hang around either.
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You can do a One-Shot where all the teachers from Nevermore are in a meeting, while Larissa and Reader have fun under the table...
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In A Meeting
Larissa Weems x teacher!reader smut
Authors Note: oh anon i like this one. thank u for the idea
“Mr. Volkov, I’m going to need that report by Friday. No later.” Larissa tilted her face downwards, giving the bearded man a stern look before beginning the meeting, “Okay, everyone, today’s meeting actually won’t be ran by me. Please hold your sighs of relief. Instead, Vlad has put together his a plan for binding extracurriculars with some aspects of our curriculum, hoping students can better learn from having the two together. Take it away.”
Larissa took her seat next to you after she handed off the meeting to Coach Vlad. This was the week before classes began on campus and all teachers were scrambling to make sure they were ready for the upcoming semester. You weren’t particularly interested in his idea of combining extracurriculars with curriculum as you already helped the Hummers and the floriculture team. Your eyes scanned the faces in the dark room, wondering if someone was as disinterested as you.
Finally you turned your head back to the presentation, listening about the importance of fencing and archery. You felt a hand graze your knee, your eyes betraying you as they widened with initial shock. It didn’t take you long to realize who the hand belonged to, after all Larissa’s sexual appetite as of late was ravenous.
Teasingly, she played with the hem of your skirt, her eyes glued to the projected screen on the wall. She seemed enthralled by the presentation. What a good actress.
You quietly sucked in a breath as her fingers graced the fabric covering your pussy. How was your clit already throbbing with anticipation.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a long moment before focusing your attention back on the screen, trying to nod and pretend to be an active listener. Larissa’s fingers make it increasingly challenging as she slipped past your panties to gently press against your clit.
It wasn’t your finest work, but you stifle a moan by coughing, causing one of your coworkers to glance at you with a concerned look. You swallow and nod at her, trying your best to seem casual.
This was anything but casual. Larissa’s talented fingers worked against you. You sucked in your bottom lip, your hand gripping the edge of the table. You tried to stop yourself, but you glance over to Larissa who looks incredibly pleased with herself, still watching the presentation intently. She even had her chin in her hand to seem more intrigued.
Your breathing began to quicken, and you swallowed, trying to get a grip on yourself. Larissa knew just what you liked, the exact pattern and speed in which to massage your clit. God you were getting closer. You took a deep breath, holding it in, hoping to stave off the orgasm for a bit longer.
You thought hard about the situation. How hot it was that Larissa was about to make you cum in front of all these people. How she would probably fuck you senseless afterwards in the bathroom attached to her office.
With that, you finally toppled over the edge. Your whole body tensed, and your eye’s squeezed shut involuntarily. You tried to regain your composure, hoping no one was noticing your off behavior.
Larissa’s hand fell away from your dripping sex and you dared to glance at her once again. Her fingers were at the entrance to her mouth, her tongue tasting you.
You let out a silent deep breath, moving your eyes back to the presentation. A few moments later, you saw your phone dimly light up, and you read the text on the screen. It was from Larissa.
I’ll need to see you in my office afterwards for a chat.
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sub!larissa being jealous of reader getting attention from other teachers ;)
Heyyyyyyy anon! Thanks for the request, I took this and added some Marilyn Thornhill… 😏🏳️🌈🤭 Also, Marilyn’s just Marylin, no secret identity or agenda or anything like that.
Jealous, Are We? ~Sub!Larissa Weems xMarilyn Thornhill xFem Reader
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, fingering, eating out, thigh riding, orgasm denial, praise kink, degrading kink, mistress kink, mommy kink, implied threesome, Voyeurism kink, implied future smut, etc.
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You had never had the chance to talk to the new Nevermore teacher, Marilyn Thornhill, until recently at the Poe cup. She had introduced herself to you in her kind and small manner. You two chatted a bit while the contestants where in the race. You walked up to the school together, finishing your conversation before splitting ways.
From the side of your eye, you caught Larissa with a stern scowl staring in your direction. You chuckled to yourself. Larissa was so easy to rile up… You hadn’t even tried to, and you were making Larissa jealous. You sent her an innocent, loving smirk back.
Over the next week, Marilyn had been at your heel trying to get your attention. And you fed into it whenever you could sense Larissa’s presence. You could feel Larissa growing more and more jealous and sexually frustrated. Plus it didn’t help that you purposefully flirted with Coach Vlad in front of her a couple of times…
So when Friday rolled around, you weren’t surprised when you got called into her office.
“Hello, my dear…” you hummed, walking in and closing her office door behind you,
“Marylin, has invited us out for drinks and I was thinking to go! Would you care to join us?” You mock-innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at your partner.
“You will be doing no such thing.”
She was practically seething.
Fuck, did it turn you on…
“And why is that?” You quirked your eyebrow at Larissa, still playing dumb.
Larissa looked up and met your eyes for the first time since you had entered, And you saw nothing but a cloud of jealous, rage-filled lust…
Oh, this was going to be fun…
“Because I should have you bent over my lap and screaming my name for whoring yourself out to all the staff.” She jeered.
She was pulling out all the stops tonight…
But you weren’t one to back down.
“Oh my… Is someone jealous…?” You teased.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. You’re the one who’s been acting like a slut all week.” Larissa spat, now standing and towering above you.
You chuckled at her stunt, making Larissa’s confidence falter.
“Don’t try me, Larissa…” you warned.
“Or what…?” She cocked her eyebrow, leaning down, mere inches from your face.
“I’ll remind you just exactly who you belong to…” you wickedly purred, while grazing over her covered nipple, making Larissa shudder.
Larissa growled and captured your lips. She tried to dominate, but your tongue out matched hers. You used the distraction as a way to pin her to the wall. You then parted from the kiss. Your eyes met Larissa still very apparent jealous and needy ones.
“Strip.” You commanded.
Larissa’s breath hitched.
It always made her knees weak when you commanded her around…
She whimpered in response and did as she was told.
“Words, bitch.” You snarled.
You heard Larissa audibly gulp at your ferocity…
She quickly understood that you had played her into this…
“Yes mistress…”
You hummed in delight. Leaning back on the fireplace chair, you watched Larissa strip, as you undid the buttons of your trousers. Larissa stood in front of you awaiting your next words, as you threw your trousers aside and spread your legs across the chair.
“Make it up to your mistress for being such a brat and make her feel good, hmmm…?” You purred.
Larissa bit her lip and nodded eagerly, kneeling at your legs and removing your knickers.
“So you can be a good girl…” you hummed, as Larissa licked a stripe through your folds.
She quickly attached to your heat, lapping up your wetness and driving you closer to your climax.
“Fuck, such a sweet slut…” you moaned out as Larissa continued her assault on your cunt.
You poured out strings of twisted praise for the tall, blonde, and before soon, you were on the edge.
“Oh God, make your mistress cum like a good girl…!!” You cried out, your hand scrunched in her platinum hair and pushed her deeper into your aching pussy.
Larissa moaned at the tight hold you had on her, which was sent straight to your core. Your legs tightened around Larissa and your head rolled back as you came. Larissa cleaned you up with her tongue, before looking up at you like a desperate puppy.
“Not jealous, my ass…” you panted, smirking at the woman in front of you, face covered in your cum.
At that, Larissa gave you a little pout.
You chuckled, “Come up on my lap, baby…”
Larissa followed and you led her to straddle your thigh.
“You wanted my attention? Ride your mistresses thigh for me…” you purred, sprinkling kisses and markings over her curved figure.
Larissa’s heated sex met your thigh and she audibly gasped.
“Fuck, yes mistress…” she groaned.
She began to rock against your thigh, little groans and whimpers escaping her lips. You took the opportunity to undo her hair and whisper your dirty words into her ear…
“Next time you want your mistress’ attention, just ask… I’ll rail you right into tomorrow with that pretty begging of yours…”
“I love seeing you all worked up over me…. Me having to remind who owns you…”
“Does my sweet slut wanna cum? Well too bad… Shouldn’t have been a brat…”
At your last utterance, Larissa had been rutting into your thigh at the tip of her climax, when you had pulled her off.
“What the fuck..??” Larissa exclaimed, panting heavily.
She wasn’t used to people telling her no…
You darkly chuckled, “Don’t make me spank you. Brats get punished not rewarded.”
At that Larissa fell timid and subservient again, “Mm Sorry Mistress…”
You hooked her chin and moved her gaze up to meet yours.
“Now tell me the truth, When you see me with other teachers, do you get jealous?” You purred.
“Yes mistress.” Larissa whispered.
“And what does it make you want me to do to you, hmmmm? What naughty thoughts come to your slutty mind…?” You continued, snaking a finger down and grazing it on Larissa’s thigh.
“I…I want you to…” Larissa faltered as your finger slipped inside her cunt, “want you to show them that you own me and me only…” she moaned, as you began pumping and curling your finger inside her throbbing cunt.
Her hands were quick to land on your shoulders as a way to stabilize herself.
“Oh yea? Tell me more… Who do you want to show?” You purred, your own breath hitching at the idea of Larissa being an unfound voyeur.
“I… Fuck…!!” Larissa’s coherence was starting to slip, as you slipped a second finger into her aching heat, “That bitch…!”
“What bitch?” You teased, “Oh, do you mean Marilyn?”
You curled your fingers in perfect sync with your words, hitting her g spot and causing Larissa to cry out in pleasure, “YES God yes don’t stop please don’t stop…!!”
You chuckled yet again, “Does the idea of Marilyn watching what your mistress does to you turn you on…?” You taunted.
Larissa bit her lip and cried out again, as a third and final finger was added to her cunt, “Yes!! Yes!!” she cried while nodding her head vigorously, “Mmm gonna cum please please…!!”
“Hmmm, have you been a good girl?” you asked, bringing Larissa right to the edge again.
“Yes god yes please!!” She cried.
She was teetering on the edge, bucking her hips to meet your curls, when you pulled out. Larissa looked at you with desperation and shock.
“You haven’t been a good girl… but then again, neither has your mistress…” you purred into her ear, sending chills down her spine.
“We’ll start again tomorrow… And if your good… then I’ll let you cum.” You purred, taking her off your lap.
Larissa sat on the floor, naked and in shock.
“Well maybe I’ll just go to Marilyn then.”
You turned around on your heel in utter astonishment.
“Oh really?”
“Yea, maybe I’ll make you jealous…” Larissa continued, standing up and wiggling her eyebrows.
You raised your eyebrow at her and backed her up against the wall, easily sliding a finger back into her cunt and pumping in and out of her again.
“What was that, slut?” You taunted, curling your finger expertly, making Larissa’s legs tremble to stay up.
“I… nothing sorry mistress…” she stuttered.
“No no, I believe you said you’d go to Marilyn?” You taunted, adding your second finger yet again.
Tears were threading to spill over Larissa eyes at the sensitivity of her cunt and how you kept hitting that sweet sponges spit inside her.
“No no mistress please I’ll be good…!”
You pulled out your phone and clicked a few buttons.
“No no, let’s see what Marilyn has to say about this. I’m sure she’d love to weigh in…”
Larissa’s eyes widened as she heard your phone ringing.
“Color, Ris’?” You asked, making sure to double check that everything was still ok.
“Good God Green, please don’t stop…!” She cried out, your fingers still pumping and curling inside her.
And that’s when the call linked.
“Y/N? Do you still want to go out for drinks?” Marilyn spoke through the phone.
The idea of drinks coming back boiled Larissa’s blood, she wanted to scream…But she couldn’t risk it, and instead clasped her mouth shut with her hand as you began scissoring your fingers inside her.
“Hey Mar’, No sorry I don’t think drinks will work out…” you said with fake disappointment, “But actually Larissa had a better idea! Larissa?”
You looked at her with a wicked twinkle in your eye.
“Yea, whats up, Larissa?” Marilyn innocently asked through the call.
Larissa had to pry her hand away from her mouth, afraid she’d start screaming at the amount of times you’d edged her on in these last five minutes.
“I…” she panted, trying desperately to compose herself, “How about you join us for… OhHh God… in my office?”
You had latched your lips onto her clit as she spoke, causing Larissa’s hand to grab ahold of your head and push it deeper into her cunt.
“Sure!” Marilyn said, “Be right there!” Before hanging up.
At that, you added a third finger and sped up your pumping into Larissa’s cunt.
Larissa was godly close and she wasn’t shy about saying it…
“Fuck mistress please!! Mmm gonna cum please let me cum…!!” She cried out.
“Cum sweet girl, cum for your mistress…”
Right on time, Larissa was screaming your name and muffling it with her hand as Marilyn walked into the office. You pumped your fingers a few more times to help her down from her high.
“Oh my…” Marilyn gasped, her pupils blowing up at the sight in front of her.
“Oh Marilyn, Just in time! Larissa thought you’d be able to help me, isn’t that right sweet girl?” You purred, your voice laced with lust.
“Yes Mistress…” Larissa whimpered.
Marilyns eyes twinkled with intent, her eyes coming over to yours to check with you before going back over to Larissa’s.
“Call me mommy.” Marilyn purred, racking her eyes over Larissa’s figure.
“Yes mistress and mommy…” Larissa shuddered.
“Oh darling girl… your mistress and mommy are gonna make you feel so good tonight…” Marilyn purred, walking up to the both of you.
“So good you won’t be able to walk or even remember your own name…”
“Would you like that my sweet slut?” You taunted, matching Marilyns stride and front to Larissa.
“Yes please, mistress and mommy…” Larissa moaned in delight and anticipation.
Part 2…? 😏
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Вера
Вероника решила целенаправленно идти к своей мечте стать судьей, а для этого развить новые навыки.
(Veronica decided to purposefully pursue her dream of becoming a judge, and to do this, develop new skills)
Ее целеустремленность оказалась заразительна, и Влад за завтраком объявил о своей готовности поступить на работу в полицию, чем немало удивил родных. Разве в полицию берут малолетних?
(Her determination turned out to be contagious, and at breakfast Vlad announced his readiness to work in the police, which surprised his relatives. Do the police hire minors?)
Но Влад был непреклонен, весьма настойчив и так достал местное отделение полиции, что его назначили дежурным у пешеходного перехода. Пусть помогает старушкам перейти дорогу.
(But Vlad was adamant, very persistent, and got on the nerves of the local police department so much that he was appointed duty officer at the crosswalk. Let him help old women cross the road)
Вася умилялся, глядя на семью. Такие все деятельные, умные, трудолюбивые. Придется ему за них всех отдыхать.
(Vasya was moved, looking at his family. They are all so active, smart, hardworking. He will have to rest for them all)
К сожалению, Вера слишком сосредоточилась на развитии кулинарных талантов и до сих пор не продвинулась по карьерной лестнице, уже 15 лет работая студийным музыкантом.
(Unfortunately, Vera has been too focused on developing her culinary talents and has still not advanced in her career, having already been working as a studio musician for 15 years)
Вероника захотела себе новую одежду, и когда Вера вернулась с работы, они вместе отправились в магазин. Хорошо, что он работает круглосуточно.
(Veronica wanted new clothes, and when Vera returned from work, they went to the store together. It's good that it works 24 hours a day)
А после можно и в кафе зайти, чтобы отметить удачный шоппинг.
(And then they can go to a cafe to celebrate a successful shopping experience)
В кафе Вероника встрети��а своего кумира - тренера, а по совместительству отца ее лучшего друга - Филю. Конечно же, она пригласила его присоединится к их компании.
(In the cafe, Veronica met her idol - the coach, and also the father of her best friend - Filya. Of course she invited him to join their company)
Тем временем Вера пригласила к ним за стол Анфису, и неудачно пошутила, что Филя с Анфисой выглядят как парочка на свидании, чем вызвала недовольство подруги, ведь Анфиса верна супругу.
(Meanwhile, Vera invited Anfisa to their table, and unsuccessfully joked that Filya and Anfisa looked like they were on a date, which displeased her friend, because Anfisa is faithful to her husband)
Может поэтому, когда Вероника подняла тост за Филю, Анфиса отказалась за него пить.
(Maybe that’s why, when Veronica raised a toast to Filya, Anfisa refused to drink to him)
Пока сестра отлично проводила время с мамой, Владу пришлось выслушивать от отца нотации, что нужно хорошо учиться. Только у Влада и так одни пятерки. Васе следует интересоваться жизнью сына и хоть изредка заглядывать в его дневник.
(While his sister was having a great time with her mother, Vlad had to listen to lectures from his father about how to study well. Only Vlad already has only A's. Vasya should take an interest in his son’s life and at least occasionally look at his report card)
На следующее утро мальчика решила доконать сестра, подняв его чуть свет и потащив на стадион.
(The next morning, the sister decided to finish off the boy, getting him up early in the morning and dragging him to the stadium)
Ей, видите ли, захотелось потренироваться в месте, где работает Филя, или похвастаться перед ним своими способностями. Может поэтому Вероника злилась, когда не могла забить брату гол, и ликовала, когда он пропускал мяч в ворота?
(She, it turns out, wanted to practice in the place where Filya works, or show off her abilities to him. Maybe that’s why Veronica was angry when she couldn’t score a goal for her brother, and rejoiced when he missed the ball into the goal?)
Как только Филя появился на стадионе, девочка бросилась к нему. Она сильно хотела с ним подружиться.
(As soon as Filya appeared at the stadium, the girl rushed to him. She really wanted to be friends with him)
Филя согласился потренировать ее и Влада, а трибуны начали заполняться людьми, ведь сам тренер на поле. Являясь общепризнанным профессионалом, которым многие восхищались, Филя на зазнался, а остался тем же добрым и компанейским парнем, готовым прийти на помощь любому.
(Filya agreed to train her and Vlad, and the stands began to fill with people, because the coach himself was on the field. Being a generally recognized professional, whom many admired, Filya did not become arrogant, but remained the same kind and sociable guy, ready to help anyone)
Домой близнецы вернулись уставшие, но довольные. Вероника продолжила соперничество с братом, но уже не серьезно, а в игровой форме.
(The twins returned home tired but happy. Veronica continued her rivalry with her brother, but not seriously, but in a playful way)
На Влада Филя произвел очень хорошее впечатление, и мальчик, так же, как и сестра, решил с ним обязательно подружиться.
(Filya made a very good impression on Vlad, and the boy, like his sister, decided to make friends with him)
Жаль, что дети восторгаются отцом друга, а не своим папой. Вася же на старости лет вновь поддался своей слабости, из-за которой когда-то набрал лишний вес. Он купил пиццу и, спрятавшись в спальне, начал тихонечко ее поедать в уголке.
(It’s a pity that children admire their friend’s father and not their own dad. Vasya, in his old age, again succumbed to his weakness, because of which he once gained excess weight. He bought pizza and, hiding in the bedroom, began quietly eating it in the corner)
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Jealous
Larissa Weems x fem reader
Summary: - It’s the night of the Rave'N. You, Larissa and her ex were chaperones. What could go wrong?
Warnings: fluff, jealousy, nudity, implied smut
Requests open
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It was that time of the year again. The annual Rave’N dance is tomorrow night and you and Larissa are getting the last minute preparations done for the dance. The theme for this year's dance was enchanted forest which was suggested by yourself. The hall itself was already set up. There are trees dotted all over the room with little battery powered candles perched on the branches.
There were tables along one side of the room which by tomorrow would be covered in food and drinks. You and Larissa were both currently attaching the fake flowers and candles to the archway which every student would walk through tomorrow evening.
“Are you excited for tomorrow?” you asked your loving girlfriend. “Of course I am. I get to spend the evening with you” she laughed putting the last flower on the archway before wrapping her arms around your waist pulling you into her chest.
You relaxed into her embrace just enjoying her company breathing in her scent which you never seemed to get tired of. “So who else is chaperoning tomorrow night then?” you asked just curious about who would be in attendance.
“Well me, you, Coach Vlad, Mr Fitts and Marilyn Thornhill” she said, still holding you in her embrace. You pulled away hearing one particular name. “Seriously, your ex is coming tonight. Why couldn’t you have asked someone else” you moaned stepping back. “I’m sorry no one else could do it. Trust me y/n I didn’t want to but I needed 5 chaperones and she was my last point of call” she said grabbing your hand trying to reassure you.
“Marilyn still has feelings for you. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I’m scared I’m going to lose you to her” you said just above a whisper. Larissa knew you could get jealous easily and that your anxiety would normally spike around subjects like this. “Oh darling. You’re the only person I want. No matter what happens I will only ever want you” she said pulling you back into her embrace.
You let your body relax once again. You hated Marilyn for always trying to flirt with Larissa and trying to do everything in her power to get her back and you knew she hated you for being with Larissa. “Tomorrow is going to be fine, sweetheart. My eyes will only be on you and no one else. Well maybe the students but mainly you” she laughed slightly.
This caused you to let out a little chuckle before leaning up giving her a small kiss on the lips. This moment was magical. Just the two of you surrounded by an enchanted forest so to speak. Once everything was done for the evening you and Larissa went back to your shared quarters.
It was currently 22:00 and you and Larissa decided to just put a film on and go to bed. You just got into one of Larissa’s shirts which was basically a short dress on you but you didn’t mind because it smelt like her and it comforted you. Larissa went to the bathroom to take her makeup off and to get into her pyjamas. While she did that you jumped on the bed and found a film to put on.
You ended up putting on Carol which was a film you both enjoyed. You pressed play on the film snuggling up in bed waiting for Larissa to join. When she had finally finished what she was doing she turned the light off and joined you in bed cuddling up close to you. “Goodnight my darling” she whispered in your ear which made you shiver. You could never get tired of this woman. “Night Rissa, I love you” you whispered back. “I love you too darling” she smiled, giving you a small peck on your lips before allowing you to cuddle up into her chest.
The next morning was another typical Friday. You and Larissa both got ready doing your separate things before sitting down at the table for breakfast. You had put together a bowl of cereal for yourself and a couple of slices of toast for Larissa with some fresh butter.
Today was going to be a pretty simple day for you both. Larissa was going to be doing her normal work until about 15:00. At that point the rest of her plans will be getting the last minute preparations for the Rave’N ready before getting ready at 17:00 so she can be at the dance at 18:00.
Your plans were slightly different. You had a class this morning at 9:00 for two hours. Then from 10:00 to 12:00 you had a free period so you would most likely spend time in your classroom just grading your students' work. Lunch was 12:00 till 13:00 so you would probably go down to the Weathervane to grab something to eat and drink for yourself and Larissa.
After lunch you had two classes. One being 13:00 till 14:00 and the other being 14:00 till 15:00. On a typical day classes would finish at 17:00 but due to the Rave’N being tonight a decision was made to finish classes at 15:00 so students had time to get ready before the dance. Everyone knew that not much learning would be done anyway today due to the excitement amongst staff and students.
After breakfast was done with you cleaned up and Larissa went into her office to start her work. You still had half an hour before you had to be anywhere so you decided to just chill in your shared room and finished watching the film where you knew you had fallen asleep.
At about 8:45 you realised you should probably get to your classroom. However you didn’t realise that Larissa had company in her office so there you were barging in to see Marilyn talking to Larissa about something you didn’t care about.
“So what are you wearing tonight then Larissa?” Marilyn asked, smirking while leaning on her desk ever so slightly. “I’m not sure yet but I don’t think it really concerns you Ms Thornhill” Larissa said sternly.
As you came out of your bedroom you decided to shut the door a bit louder than normal grabbing both of the women’s attention. Marilyn looked your way and her face dropped which made you feel superior ever so slightly.
“Marilyn” you said to her as you walked over to Larissa. “Y/n” she responded, giving you just as much sass as you gave her. All you did was eye Marilyn up and down before walking over to Larissa to say goodbye to her. “I will see you later on my love” you said smiling at her before leaning down and giving her a kiss on the lips.
You could feel Marilyn’s death stare on you but you weren't doing this to make her jealous. This is something that Larissa and you would do every morning and you weren’t going to change that today just because Marilyn had to come in before the day had even started, especially since her only concern was what Larissa was wearing.
“Goodbye darling, have a good day today I will see you later for lunch” Larissa said, caressing your hand before letting you go to start your busy day. You left her office smirking to yourself knowing that you got under Marilyn’s skin. You didn’t understand why she kept on bugging Larissa even though she knew that she was romantically involved with someone else. This is why you got jealous.
Your day went by relatively quickly. First lesson was a breeze, your free period was spent marking like you expected. You then joined Larissa for lunch before continuing your lessons in the afternoon. When you had finally finished for the day Larissa was still working in her office so you decided to leave her be while you did some extra marking to kill the time.
At about 16:30 you were starting to feel a bit peckish so made you and Larissa some ramen just to keep you full until this evening. You plated up the food before bringing Larissa’s out to her. “Hey darling, how are things going? I’ve bought you something to eat” you said, placing the food in front of Larissa. “Aww thank you sweetheart. I am almost finished with this and then I will come and join you” she said to you finishing the last email she was sending.
“Ok darling, don’t take too long though, your dinner will get cold” you chuckled knowing that Larissa is a workaholic and she could be another half an hour if she wanted to. After about five minutes she finally came through sitting down at the table both enjoying your early dinner. You both sat enjoying each other's company chatting about the day. You decided to go against bringing up the subject of Marilyn as it would just annoy the fuck out of you.
Once you had both finished eating you let Larissa go and get ready as she was most likely going to take longer than you. So while she started getting ready you washed up the bowls and cutlery. However Larissa was just getting in the shower when you had finished so you decided the only option was to join her.
You walked into the bathroom to see her clothes on the floor and her naked silhouette in the shower. You let out a soft whimper at the sight of your beautiful partner. You stripped off your own clothing sneaking into the shower. She still hadn’t realised you were there until you felt her jump slightly when you wrapped your arms around her torso.
“Hey sweetheart, you didn’t want to wait until I was out then?” she giggled slightly. “No” you laughed peppering kisses up her back and on her shoulders. “Come here then sweetheart” she said moving slightly so you could be in front of her. She always knew that you were the submissive one in the relationship and any kind of dominance was appreciated by you.
You leaned against Larissa’s body just enjoying her warm embrace as the hot water hit you both. You turned to face her with a massive grin on your face. “What are you smirking at?” she smirked back at you. “I’m smirking at my gorgeous girlfriend” you smiled leaning up giving her a soft yet passionate kiss. If you didn’t need to get ready you would have taken things further but instead you washed each other's bodies before getting out to start getting ready.
You left Larissa to do her own thing while you went off to get your suit on and do your hair. 20 minutes later you were ready and Larissa was still putting her makeup on. You knew it wouldn’t take you long but Larissa on the other hand always took her sweet old time. You didn’t mind though because you just sat back and enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of you.
It was about 17:50 when you had both finally finished getting ready. You were wearing a dark green suit while Larissa was a light green wavy dress which suited her so well. “You look beautiful Rissa” you smiled pulling her close to you. “Thank you y/n you look drop dead gorgeous” she smirked pulling you in for a kiss.
“Come on, we better get to the dance. We need to be there before the students arrive” you laughed before grabbing her hand and walking down to the main hall where the dance is being held. To no surprise you two were the first ones there. Then again you weren’t surprised the next person to arrive was Marilyn herself.
Why does this bloody woman have to be everywhere you go? You thought to yourself. However you had to be professional around the students so you did your job and let Larissa and Marilyn do theirs.
You had a great evening that night. You socialised with the kids and danced the night away. That was until the slow songs came on for the couples. You were in the toilet when they started but as soon as you realised they were playing you rushed back so you were able to dance with Larissa.
However the sight that was in front of you enraged you. There was Marilyn basically pulling at Larissa trying to get her on the dance floor. You could tell she was uncomfortable. She was doing her best to get Marilyn to go away and she was desperately searching the room to find you hoping you would rescue her from this situation.
Upon seeing this all unfold in front of you stormed over to Marilyn ripping her off your girl. “I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to get with my girl” you said through gritted teeth as you held Larissa’s hand about to make your way to the dance floor.
“Well if you remember correctly I had Larissa first” she said laughing slightly. This enraged you. “Ok first of all she is not some object that you have some magical claim to. You cheated on her and that's your loss and it now annoys you that she is finally living her life without you. Your a manipulating bitch who needs to get her priortires straight “ you said sternly giving her a look to say fuck off.
You lead Larissa to the dance floor in time for the final dance of the night. “That was hot seeing you riled up” Larissa whispered in your ear. “The bitch deserved it. Now come on let's dance. Maybe tonight you and I can dance away in bed if you know what I mean” you said smirking at the tall beauty.
“You’re so naughty,” she giggled. “Yeah but that’s why you love me” you said starting to dance with Larissa. “That’s very true. I love you too” she smiled back. Once the dance came to an end you helped clear up as much as you could before you and Larissa danced the night away in your bed.
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Danny tries to pawn the Ghost King position off on his classmates.
Idk what I was doing, and then suddenly it turned into wes/danny I'm so fucking sorry?
T rating
I embarrassed myself fucking writing this bc it came out of nowhere girl (gn) HELP
"Hey Dash how about instead of you focusing on your homework you just start beating me up, just like old times! I sure miss being slammed into a locker."
Dash looks at Fenton, confused before scoffing.
"Even though I normally love wailing on you, Fenturd, coach needs me on my best behavior. State's next week and I'm one loser swirlie away from being suspended."
"I won't scream or anything, I promise! Whaddya say? You get to beat the snot out of me and I won't even complain! I'll even thank you for it." Danny responds, looking around nervously. "But I'm in a bit of a rush, so can you make it quick and do it, say, before six tonight?"
Danny gives the other boy the saddest, most punchable puppy dog eyes he possibly can.
Dash rolls his eyes seeing Fenton ham it up. The loser only does this for his birthday, so it's really weird having him request it four months in advance. Dash decides to ignore the request, only gently pushing the dweeb out of his way. "Beat it, Fentertainment Tonite- I know you don't have a life, but I do."
Danny curses as Dash disappears down the halls.
"I know you want to punch me. You wanna do it so bad." Danny eggs on another of the jocks- Travis, he thinks. "Remember that time I said you punch like my Grandma?"
His grandma taught both his mom and aunt how to fight, but Travis doesn't need to know that.
"Beat it, jackwipe!" Travis shoves Danny out of the way and continues down the hall.
"The one time I need to be shoved into a locker or punched, none of the jocks want to even look at me." Danny bemoans.
He's already struck out with Dash and Kwan- both of which need to stay as non violent as possible with administration lurking around this close to their big game. Paulina pretended he didn't exist, and Star laughed in his face. Something about 'she already kicked his ass months ago'. Which was true, but he was certain he's done something since then worth beating him up for.
"I can't ask Sam or Tuck, it's gotta be someone I hate." Danny pauses with a shudder. "But definitely not Vlad- he already has an ego the size of the Milky Way..."
Danny hears the bell ring and wipes his sweaty palms on his pants.
He has until six tonight to get his ass beat. He can do that, right?
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Danny is downright panicked now.
Detention really put a damper on his plans. Being stuck in a sweltering classroom with Lancer and Wes only made him more nervous. It really didn't help that Lancer needed helping hands for some after school thing.
Danny only has one option, and he's glad it's one of his 'enemies'.
"Heyyyyyy Wes, what's happening tonight?" Danny slings his arm around the tall boy's shoulder, pulling him down to pipsqueak height. "Wasn't that round of detention just fun?"
Wes nearly growls and shoves Danny off of him. "Fenton! You're the reason I was even there in the first place! If it wasn't for you and your stupid ghost bullshit I would have gotten to class on time!"
"Yeah?" Danny asks, being as annoyingly positive as he possibly can. "Well it's good that there was two of us, or else Lancer wouldn't have let either of us out until well after six!"
Danny looks at the clock nervously- five fifty.
He has ten minutes.
"I don't find moving entire stacks of chairs halfway across the school fun, or even a fair punishment for being late twice in a week. So what if the crafting club has their expo tonight? They should be the ones moving furniture." Wes tries to overtake Danny in the hall but he can't outwalk the other boy.
"But we got to spend all day with each other! Isn't that just swell?" Danny pukes in his mouth a little. He's got a goalpost to reach in less than ten minutes, and my the Ancients he's gonna do it.
"Spending time with a chronic liar and freak of nature isn't really what I consider fun, Fenton."
"Yeah, but we really bonded, don't you think? Had some quality one-on-one without you being a creep outside my house."
Wes's face reddens. "HEY! That was one time, and I don't want to have the cops chase me again. Or your parents, who are worse somehow."
"See, we're bonding here!" Danny jogs alongside Wes, making sure to keep pace at just the right level of obnoxious. But we should really bond sometime in the next... eight minutes."
"God there it is again! What? Do you have important Phantom shit to do at six or something?" Wes rubs his temples. "You're being freakier than normal today and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it."
"There's nothing to get to the bottom of, I just have something to do later. Not Phantom or ghost related- something completely normal and human, yep."
"God you piss me the fuck off, Fenton." Wes crosses his arms and blocks the doorway out of the school. "And one of these days, I'm gonna get you to confess, and then it'll be all over."
"Yeah, that's nice and all, but like, wouldn't it just be so satisfying to, I dunno, take out all that pent up frustration on me?" Danny grins devilishly at the other boy. "Come on, I have such a punchable face! Aaaaand since you say I'm a ghost or whatever it won't actually hurt me, right?"
Danny gets right up into Wes's personal space and looks up at him with a shit-eating grin.
"Back off, Fenton." Wes backs himself against the lockers. He looks anywhere but Danny's face. "Personal space is a concept even stupid ghosts understand."
"Yeah, but if I'm a stupid ghost doesn't that make you wanna prove it? Can't you prove it by beating me up? You have a camera..." Danny reaches for the camera slung around Wes's shoulder and points it at his own face. "It'd be soooo easy."
Wes's face is currently doing its best impression of a tomato as he continues to ignore Danny.
"Please? I'm gonna start begging you to beat my ass soon if you don't acknowledge me, Wes."
"Back. Off. Fenton." Wes stares Danny right in the face. "Last chance."
Danny does the opposite and yanks Wes to stare him in the eyes. "You wanna punch me so bad it makes you look stupid, Weston." Danny chuckles and makes his eyes flash green. "Your face is sooooo red with rage- you wanna kick my ass, admit it!"
Danny barely gets a warning before Wes lunges and tackles him to the ground with a kiss.
Both boys gasp in surprise and Wes backs himself against the lockers with a loud bang.
They sit in silence, staring at each other in disbelief before Danny laughs.
"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Sh-shut up! It's not my fault you're kind of..."
"Wait, have you been staring at me this whole time because you're crushing on me?" Danny laughs in disbelief as Wes turns even brighter red. "Is that how you 'accidentally' discovered my secret?"
"No!" Wes sputters out. "I don't sta-"
"Stalk me, yeah. Dude you follow me around with a camera to try and expose me. What sort of fruitloop shit are you pulling??"
"Well, if you weren't lying about being a human, then I wouldn't need to-"
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Danny doesn't know how to feel about it, really. Wes is kind of cute, and he's unhinged just like the rest of his friends. But he's also obsessed with exposing him, and kind of stalks him (to no success).
He spends a few moments before he glances at the clock again.
Two minutes left.
He can use this to his advantage, even if it's dirty and underhanded.
"Hey Wes. You really fucking suck at kissing." He eggs the other boy on. "Like, zero technique, all desperation!"
"Shut up!"
Wes starts crying a little. Danny only feels a little bad, but he really needs this to happen.
"What, even I've kissed people before and I'm a loser! Plus I bet you can't even man up and fight me like I want- you're such a little cuck boy, Weston! Always relying on other people to do the dirty work of beating my ass so you can gather your evidence like a little bitch in the dark."
"I said shut up!" Wes's face is bright red again- an angry embarrassment with tears streaming down his face.
But he still has to keep going, even if it feels gross to do this to someone who he kind of likes.
"Make me, Wesley." He spits.
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It's a dirty brawl but it ends with a very red-faced Wes pinning a bruised and elated Danny to the ground. The latter feels awful about playing dirty with Wes's feelings, but it seems the other boy really needed to take out his rage on him.
"Sooooo, you admit you have complete victory in this fight, right Wes?" Danny smiles up from underneath the other boy.
Wes sputters, his face still bright red and tears running down his cheeks. "You're such a fucking little shit, Fenton."
"Thanks, I try!. But I need you to accept that I'm saying you have total victory in this fight."
Wes sighs and lets go of Danny's wrists and sits back against the lockers. "Yeah, sure. I beat your ass fair and square. Also do you know how weird it is to see you healing this fast? I swear I gave you a black eye."
"You did. I'm just a fast healer." Danny sits up and looks around. He feels... guilty. At least for only finding one person to do this to.
The clock strikes six.
"Also, I'm sorry I lied- you're not a bad kisser. I just needed you to beat my ass. Also sorry about what's about to happen." Danny rubs the back of his neck.
"Sorry about wha-" Wes is interrupted by a portal opening beside the two of them.
"Sorry for being impolite, we should assume." An Observant materializes out of the void beside him. "It's not polite for the crown prince to wait until the last minute to find a replacement, but since you have... bested Prince Phantom in combat, albeit not formal combat, the rules are the rules."
Wes glares at Danny who is doing his best trying to disappear without going ghost.
"Prince Phantom??" Wes spits at the other boy.
"Yep! Former Prince Phantom." Danny smirks. "And again, sorry, but they only gave me today until six to find a replacement. The whole King schtick isn't really my jam."
Wes stares at the other boy as more Observants spill from the hole in reality and bow to him.
"Fenton..."
"Hey! I'm not gonna bail on you or anything. You still need an advisor- I just really don't wanna deal with the formality shit. Hope you understand!"
Danny gives Wes a peace sign as he's escorted through the portal, pissed off, confused, and shell-shocked.
#danny phantom#phanfic#danny x wes#answered#currentlylurking#wes weston#danny fenton#idk what this even was#but yeah take it#unidentified flying ship#UFS#dantes vibe corner#my fic
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