Count Dracula (any variation) x Fem!VanHelsing!Reader (no usage of Y/N), not proofread, english isnât my first language. Reader is Van Helsingâs sister.
I donât really like this one but.. enjoy ?đđ
Count Dracula. The name you found yourself repeating over and over again as you waited for the count in the dining room of his impressive castle. The name slid off your tongue like honey; and tasted just as sweet on your lips. It had been almost a year since you found yourself living in Castle Dracula, which all began when you were assigned to investigate rumours the townsfolk had spread about itâs owner. Your brother, renowned monster hunter, was far too busy to handle the situation himself and thought his popularity would be an instant red flag to the Count to hide anything suspicious. You, on the other hand, did not indulge into the family tradition of monster hunting. There was a certain sympathy in you, one that your brother often described as âsomething that would one day be the death of youâ. He was correct, well, in a way. And, it did seem that he had overestimated you. Unfortunate as it sounds, it was true- the second you found yourself huddled in a cloak knocking on the doors of castle Dracula only to find a mysterious handsome stranger greet you instead of the monster that had been described to you, any plans of eliminating him dissipated. And, over time you found yourself even falling in love with the count. What you didnât know is that the count fell in love with you too, although heâd deny it to himself, even in a manner deem himself unloveable. It was something about the way you looked at him, like he was the only person in the world. It frightened him. He didnât want to hurt you, which only sent him into a spiral of despair.
After all, he was a vampire! He was meant to drink your blood and get everything over with. Yet, your kindness towards him only made him question his morals. How could he hurt one of the only people who showed him kindness? He couldnât. It killed him from the inside knowing that he wouldnât be able to control himself if god forbid you accidentally cut yourself⌠blood oozing out of you, what would he do? He didnât want to hurt you, yet he craved the taste of your blood like no other. It was as addictive as a drug, however in this instance he never reached that high. He couldnât do that to you, and everytime he thought about it your sweet smile hooked him away from those thoughts. This was the countâs situation throughout the entire time you had been staying at the castle. And soon, a week turned into a month, and a month into a year. Your relationship with the count had blossomed and grown, to the point where you did not want to leave and return to your family. All you could think about was the count, and all the count could think about was you. Rushed and whispered love confessions followed slowly after, and you had remained by the countâs side since then.
Thatâs how you found yourself in your situation today, as you entered the palaceâs kitchen to fix yourself some breakfast. Dracula hadnât turned you yet, despite your begs and cries to remain by his side for eternity, he hadnât fully come to trust himself yet. Thus rendering you to making breakfast in the kitchen, regular food. Or atleast the closest thing to regular food that was a available in the palace kitchen. The silence wrapped around you like a cold blanket while you hummed, pools of light seeping through curtains that protected your dear count from the sun rays. The slicing of the knife in your hand corresponding with the sway of your hips transported you to a world of peace and bliss. Which was unfortunately cut short once you felt the rush of pain in your palm and realized you had accidentally sliced it in your state of nonchalance. You groaned in annoyance. Blood was never a good thing to expose in this palace. But you felt no fear, the count wouldnât harm you, right?
Thatâs what you believed until you caught the countâs silhouette in the corner of your eye. Seemingly appearing in the kitchen with you out of nowhere, his eyes wide with⌠you couldnât quite make out the emotion on his face. He wouldnât harm youâŚ.. would he?? Would he!!? You couldnât tell, and thatâs what sent a shiver of fear down your spine like a cold touch. You turned to face him, palms together in a tight squeeze to stop the bleeding. It hurt, it hurt intensely.
The count simply stared, and if his heart had been functional he could swear it could be beating intensely in this very moment. He longed to just go rampage and drink⌠drink the blood which he has been craving for the years you had been by his side. The exact reason why he feared to turn you, what if he went too far? Drained you of all life⌠and afterlife?? It was a thought he didnât enjoy, he did not want to harm you. But his instincts screamt at him to take a drink, to allow himself the nectar, the ambrosia, that seeped through your skin. But the fear on your face is what made him stop and think. It broke him from his bloodlust endured trance and brought him back to reality. The reality that forced him to never hurt you, ever. And for the first time in his life, the count found himself controlling his bloodlust. Denying it to an extent he had never been able to muster before, and approaching you with an almost indifference of the fact that you were currently bleeding out. Instead, he smiled and gently took your hands in his. The coldness of them caused by his non-beating heart made you shiver, but you could sense that you were not in danger. Which only confused you even more⌠what was the count planning?
What he had done struck your surprise and confusion to an ever greater extent.
The count had taken your palms, and gently kissed either one. As if you were not currently bleeding, as if he wasnât a vampire! He then took his handkerchief out of his suit pocket, and placed it onto your bleeding palm. You waited, for a rampage that never came. A rage of bloodlust that was long forgotten. And all that entrapped you was the confused expression on your face which caused the count to chuckle.
You had never felt safer around him as you did now.
It had been a few weeks since Wednesday had approached you with the idea of assisting her with her ongoing investigation regarding the string of murders that have plagued Jericho for a while now. A few weeks since you have been tiptoeing by your fellow co-workers to keep your assistance under-wraps, Principal Weems especially. She was adamant at stopping Wednesdayâs investigations once and for all, and would surely cost you your job and respect she had towards you if she found out that you were helping her- all staff members were expected to make sure she wasnât investigating it after all. Not to mention your personal close âfriendshipâ with the principal would be tarnished. But for some odd reason, when the melancholy girl approached your desk after you had just finished teaching one of your classes and explained to you the dire-ness of the situation, you believed her. What would she be gaining from lying about this after all? Itâs true, the Addamsâs were known for their signature dark flair on things, but she looked serious enough.
Youâve been helping her collect evidence and find conclusive data for her case, while also making sure she doesnât get into any danger. But you didnât consider yourself getting into danger, let alone life threatening danger. The idea of it went over your head as you were in the depths of the forest at night, crouching behind a log with Wednesday to your left. You were looking at some sort of twisted hideout, covered in vines and leaves- to the uninformed it would seem abandoned. But the data that Wednesday and yourself had collected over the course of weeks pointed this exact hideout to be that of the Monsterâs resting place. Everything was going smoothly, until it didnât anymore.
âI hear rustlin-â Wednesday began. That was right as the rustling turned into quick movements, ones that sounded like running, and they were only getting closer. Panic rushed through your very being, you went into a state of fight or flight.
âRun.â You said to the girl besides you, who was frozen in place.
âWha-â
âRUN!!â
Wednesday didnât question you any further and did as you said, it would cause serious problems if Wednesday was hurt by the monster- or worse. Enough students had gotten hurt, it was your responsibility as part of the Nevermore staff to always protect them. And so you did, bravely enough, and stared into the eyes of the monster as it approachedâŚ. Only it wasnât a monster?? It was, Ms Thornhill?
blank.
Thatâs all you remember after looking down and seeing Ms Thornhillâs signature red boots. After that, you just blanked. Thornhill had realized that you recognized her, and surely, she wouldnât let her plans that sheâd been working on for most of her life go down the drain at the hands of you.
All you remember after that was darkness. Not knowing that you were in fact, knocked out. Thankfully, after you hadnât returned for the school for hours Wednesday went to Principal Weems and confessed every thing. True, she was upset and mad at first that you had been assisting Wednesday with her dangerous escapades and dead-end filled labyrinth of a case. But then she calmed herself down once she had heard of for status quo. She hadnât even felt herself jump out of her desk and change her expression from a mad one to a concerned one in what seemed to be a matter of seconds. Surely, the normal Principal-Teacher relationship wouldnât endure such raw, desperate emotions form someone? Especially with that simplicity. In less than a momentâs efforts she had sent a group of staff, guided by Wednesday, to locate and return you to the Nevermore Infirmary.
Itâs true, she expected a few bumps and scratches here and there based on what Wednesday had described to her earlier. But nothing would have prepared her for your unconscious state you were lying in when she walked into that secluded Infirmary wing. You looked so calm, laying on the bed with an IV drip in one arm. It was so quiet it hurt, with the quiet drips of the saline solution and the hymn of the A/C being the only condolence in this sickeningly quiet room. She felt the heartstrings, which had been pulled whenever sheâd catch a sight of you in the hallways- scrambling to be somewhere- snap in that very moment. Her breathing only got faster and faster, directly in parallel with her ever so beating heart. The thought of loosing you, loosing your smile that shined a room whenever youâd walk into it. The thought of loosing the scent of your flowery perfumed that engulfed all her senses whenever youâd be near. Of your outfits that were so selectively picked to fit your physique just right. And your enthusiasm that uplifted those around you. Larissa Weems was in love, and she had no idea that she was.
What would she do? Without all of you. She had emotionally connected herself to you, and to say that she was a mess in the current moment, your unconscious state laying infront of her, was nothing less of an overstatement. The nurses said that they didnât know when youâd wake. Didnât know?!?? Didnât know. Maybe you would wake in a few days, months, or years. YearsâŚ.
Years could go by without your presence by her side, she'd feel the loneliness that she'd felt in her heart from the moment she'd graduated from Nevermore herself to the moment you walked into those doors; insisting she hires you for a job. She thought it amusing at first, your confidence in yourself at that moment. But she'd seen the way you uplift others and the way that nobody was there to uplift you. Your friendship with her not only served as a benefit to Weems, who didn't really have that many good friends in the first place but also a benefit to you; Now you had somebody who cared about it- albeit the fact that the both of you spent hours of sleepless nights trying to eradicate the mere thought of each other from your mind. Your friendship had begun to blossom into something more beautiful, something more real and vulnerable. But life was a cruel and fickle thing. Larissa was going to ask you the very next day, ask you about becoming hers and only hers- so why did life play this cruel trick on her? Take you from her hold just as she was going to grasp you, ensure that you were hers and she was yours.
And here she found herself, sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed you were placed upon, minutes began to turn into hours as she sat there staring at the open window in the corner. But she'd wait, regardless if it was days, months, years, or mere hours. She would way for when you awake, and tell you everything she'd been feeling for the time she'd known you. She was too close to losing you, too close for her liking. She would never allow for this to happen again, and if there was a chance you wouldn't wake? She wouldn't know what to do.
Steamy little one-shot, hinted at nsfw (no details)
Sorta out of character, english isnât my first language, not proofread <3
No usage of Y/N
Tag list: @thearkhamknightsqueen @thegoddamnfeels @miaivy
Cersei. Oh Cersei. She was definitely something else, a vision idolized by most considering most people donât know anything about her yet alone know her innermost whims and enjoyments. Not like you did anyways, always the inseparable pair you two. Ever since your parents shipped you off to Castley Rock to avoid the already dwindling amounts of your house- which was once a prominent and feared house in Westeros. You basically grew up with her, and being the only other female around, she regularly confided in you. Over time the private venting sessions between the two of you became more frequent and you began to learn her deepest secrets, things that, if brought to the public eye would certainly be her downfall. But you were more loyal than that, or so you told yourself at first, before all of the horrible things you saw her do, before all of the horrible things you helped her do. Any sane person would refuse, theyâd immediately leave at the first idea of manipulating a mass public. But she explained it so beautifully to you, the game of thrones, and youâd be dammed if you didnât play to win. Over time though, you realized that it was not loyalty that drove you to defend Cersei, it was something else. Something that youâd only ever felt when around her, a hesitation in your breath, a fluttering in your stomach, the quickening of your heartbeat⌠surely it couldnât be love? Slowly, her passion and determination to rule reflected upon you and you were honored with the position of hand of the queen- something you certainly did not take lightly as you were ensuring Cerseiâs reign was a successful one. And here you found yourself on this fateful night on your way to Cersei in her bedchambers after she had summoned you, exhausted after a long meeting with the council; scrolls of plans and laws in one hand and what was left of your dignity in the other. Your intricate wine red velvet dress- a gift from the queen herself- flowing in between your legs as you picked up the pace, the sound of your heels making it well known to any passers-by that you were in a hurry.
You halted at her door, which once was warm and welcoming now seemed to tower over you as if it was the tallest thing in the world. Why did you feel reluctant? You had nothing to be afraid of after all, you hadnât done anything to go behind Cerseiâs back or betray her- so why were you feeling this way? Ugh. The thought ate you up from the inside out like a plague, and you had spent a good few minutes just staring into the dark oak doors. They began to warp and your vision began to blur before you snapped out of your trace, straightening your posture, and finally extended an arm. Knock knock knock three fast knocks, the secret pattern you and Cersei developed over the years to recognize each other behind closed doors. And almost immediately, like clockwork, the door swung open to reveal Cersei herself standing behind it, face softening from her usual grim expression.
âAnd here I was starting to think you wouldnât show.â Cersei said, a smug expression plastered across her face in place of the softer expression she had moments earlier. You rolled your eyes, if anyone else in the kingdom had done that in Cerseiâs presence she would have undoubtedly sentence them to death- or atleast threaten to. âVery funny.â You replied, before slinking in between her and the door to enter the room; you wasnât sure if it was just your imagination but you couldâve sworn you heard her breath falter as you did so, especially when your hips brushed against hers.
It was probably just your imagination, she was the queen after all. You shook the thought away and fully entered the room, slinking both hands under the scrolls and pages of plans and laws that needed to be approved or rejected. Your eyes darted around the room and you started to make your way to the table that sat by the window, but you halted once you heard a breath being cleared behind of you. You turned backwards, eyes wide in surprise to see that Cersei had chosen a more comfortable seating arrangement- consisting of an array of pillows on the floor in a sort of mock sofa. You smiled, walking towards it, it wasnât unusual to have a more relaxed demeanor with your friend- but it was unusual for her to do so in what was supposed to be a professional meeting. Nonetheless, you walked, and sat on the cushioned flooring as you snugly allowed yourself to relax. Cersei smiled, and sat besides you, her eyes which were usually so full of light seemed to only have a singular glimmer in them because of the candlelit room. You sighed, placing the scrolls in front of you, âSo, letâs begin. The first order the council agreed on was in regards to some complaints the townspeople made in association to babble babble babbleâŚ..â You wouldnât stop your muttering on and on about the council and the laws and the kingdom. Cersei found it amusing, how you were so determined to ensure her rule was going perfectly well; even from the very start. It was rare, she admitted, to have someone so fiercely loyal by her side from day one, someone who would do unspeakable things for her. She felt like an utter fool for never seeing it, her perfect companion- someone she could spend eternity with and never get bored was seated just besides her- if only youâd stop your endless blabbering about the council for a moment. âShut up.â She said, on a whim. Her natural dominance over a room shining through her now relaxed state, it came in the middle of your sentence. âThe council also- er.â You said, pursing your lips into a tight formation, had you said something wrong? It wasnât a favorable thing; to upset Cersei of all people. But your fears were alleviated when she began to softly laugh at your shocked state.
âWhat?â You questioned, squinting your eyes as you await her answer. You didnât know what was so amusing, until she scooched closer to where you were comfortably sitting. âEnough council talk, Iâm afraid Iâll abdicate my crown if I hear one more word about lawsâ Cersei replied, a hint of amusement laced into her words like a drug that one would get ever so easily addicted to. You laughed, knowing that she wouldnât ever let go of the crown, even if it meant sacrificing her own life in the process- she worked too hard to get it, you both did. Her hand slithered on top of yours, your breath faltered- the silence was so present it was almost deafening. âYou look exquisite in this light.â Cersei said, with an ease you typically only find in poems. She said it as if sheâd been used to saying it, as if it were natural for her to compliment your exquisite-ness on a daily basis. You didnât know how to react at first, as the initial rush of adrenaline had kicked in- but you knew Cersei more than anyone else in the kingdom did. And you knew she did not like meek and terrified people, you did not want to get on her bad side when she let the act of being cruel and unkind slip away for a moment, for you. It was like you were peeking into a forbidden garden your whole life, and oh how you longed for the key to enter. And now, youâve been offered the key- youâre so close to entering the garden and tasting itâs delectable fruit. Why would you fumble the opportunity by shying away from it? Deep breaths calmed your nerves as you entwined your fingers with Cerseiâs, your eyes darted to the candle besides you. âWhat are you-â Cersei began, only to be interrupted by a returning âShut up.â From you. Your other hand made its way up, towards your mouth- which you gently parted to make way for your pointer finger and thumb, you licked them; slowly, almost seductively. Cersei tried her best not to look flustered, but the smug grin that landed on your face was enough to tell her that she failed at doing so. You broke the eye contact between the two of you once again, extended your arm, and now damp fingers, towards the candle. You snuffed out the fire with one quick movement, drips of candle wax drying at the tip of your fingers. Cersei stared at them while they moved towards the fire, feeling the fire in herself grow with every passing moment.
Then, there was darkness, just the two of you holding hands in a pitch black room. You shuffled as close as you possibly could, placing Cerseiâs hand- which still held yours- gently onto your waist. Heavy breathing, bodies close, darkness, and tension so tense that it could be cut with a butter knife.
âAm I still as exquisite, Cersei?â
âThatâs for me to decide.â
Seems like you werenât leaving anytime soon.
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I hope you all enjoyed! Hopefully my attempt on a more risquĂŠ, per say, one shot wasnât that horrible. â¤ď¸
The final part, aaagh!! I hope you all enjoy ,) Since the poll was almost even, I decided to split it evenly and have a slightly longer chapter with a tiny amount of drama thatâs played off as a joke- with a happy ending! đ
Larissa Weems x Fem!Addams!Reader
4/4. Not proofread, english isnât my first language, some parts of the canon are changed.
Changed the formatting a little to make it easier to read :)
TWO time skips, minor (hours)
Tag list: @miaivy @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @lea-maximoff @larissaweemsrealwife
Hours had passed since (Y/N) and Larissa let bygones be bygones and apologized to one another. Hours since they had both fallen asleep in one another's arms. The soft serenade of silence combined with the chipper of crickets outside lulled them into a deep, undisturbed sleep. They wouldn't have woken up if it weren't for the rays of light seeping through the blood-red curtains- which were coincidentally slightly ajar. The rays of light made their way onto the sleeping faces of the two women, who were entwined into one another. They perfectly fit into one another's structure, almost as if they were made for each other. Sculpted for one another by the gods, where one cannot be complete without the other. Larissa was the first to wake up, eyes fluttering open as a ray of sunlight shone onto her eyes. She groaned annoyed-ly at the disturbance of her slumber. She just had the most beautiful dream of (Y/N)⌠(Y/N) that was in her armsâŚright now? Larissa sighed happily, it seems like it wasnât simply a dream. The woman she longed for all these years was soundly asleep in her arms, she could feel her warm breaths against her neck- a notion that allowed her to bubble up with love. But also a fear, Larissa was afraid of rushing things, of coming off too strong and driving (Y/N) away again. She never wanted to loose her, if she could, sheâd freeze time and stay in this moment forever. But alas, moments like these seem to flash by too quickly, and (Y/N) began to slowly move around in Larissaâs arms. The fluttering of her eyelashes making a soft scratching noise against Larissaâs neck, grumbles and quiet complaints about the break of her slumber were heard. Larissa chuckled at the woman cuddled onto her, as her hands slowly began brushing into (Y/N)âs hair, the light that was seeping into the room fully covering them. It was like a scene straight out of a renaissance painting, ethereal.
âDid you rest well?â Larissa softly asked, brushing stray hairs out of (Y/N)âs face. Her voice almost brushed with the worry she felt, she didnât want to come off to strong and drive (Y/N) away again- she couldnât bear the thought of loosing her.
âMhm..â (Y/N) answered in her sleep riddled state, moving her face out of the crook of Larissaâs neck, âTo be honest, I havenât slept this well in yearsâ and it was true, she hadnât, not since she was a student at nevermore and found herself falling asleep in the arms of the taller woman after a stressful exam. Whenever sheâd try to go to sleep after leaving, she always felt as if something was missing- as if something that should be there wasnât there. But what she didnât know is gay Larissa felt the same way, and the ever growing pressure of being principal- which increased when Wednesday was admitted to the school, only made her insomnia worse. And her now filled arms felt empty.
There was a moment of silence between them, eyes getting lost in eachother, melting in the pool of the other, almost drowning. Sharp breaths. Warm breaths. It was too much for Larissa to handle, she could feel herself melting from the inside out. Oh how they longed for the other to do something, to make a move. (Y/N) froze, her hand entwining itself into Larissaâs. The tension was so volatile that it could be cut with a butter knife. The blanket that covered their legs was tangled between them as (Y/N) moved closer, eyes fluttering but never leaving Larissaâs- which seemed to widen in curiosity and longing. Their hearts were beating, almost in perfect synchronization. This was it, (Y/N) thought to herself, this was her chance to go the thing sheâs been wishing to do ever since she first stepped foot into the Nevermore halls. To kiss Larissa. She began to lean in, their stares so intense, it was like a scene from a movie. Their faces inches apa-
Knock knock
âŚ(Y/N) jumped in her place, starting Larissa along the way. Who could that be? They both thought, worried expressions on their faces. Larissa was the one who eventually stood up, she couldnât take the embarrassment any longer and it would he awkward if they just sat there. But she frowned as she stood up, not feeling that familiar warmth and bubbliness that filled her when she had the confused woman still sitting on the bed in her arms. She brushed off her skirt and straightened her posture as she made her way to the door; (Y/N) furrowing her brows and sitting up straight on the bed in return, patting down her messed up hair in a desperate attempt to make it look decent. Larissa quietly cursed the person who was knocking on the door under her breath, for taking away this sweet moment from her. Her cheeks flushed at the moments before the knock, she assumed that (Y/N) was going to kiss her, or perhaps she was just staring at her- she didnât know. She hoped that she was going to kiss her, she wanted her to kiss her. She shook her head to stop her thoughts from wandering, and finally creeped the door slightly open; only enough to see who was outside. âAh.â Larissa said, nodding at the shorter frame that stood outside of the door, foot tapping on the wooden planked floor beneath her, âMiss Addams, goodmorning.â
Wednesday was hesitant to knock at first, not wanting to disturb the women in their room. But almost half of her âMacabre Psychologyâ class had passed without the professor showing up. The class was beginning to worry and assigned Wednesday to go and find her aunt, it made sense as to why they chose her, but she had no clue as to where her aunt actually was at first. She tried various locations, such as the principals office or the library. She even tried the conservatory, only to be rushed out of the classroom by Ms. Thornhill for disturbing her other class. She was clueless until a thought struck her; Aunt (Y/N)⌠Aunt (Y/N), always late to everything! Thatâs it! She was simply still in her room. And so Wednesday made her journey to find the missing professor, knowing that she did share the room with Principal Weems⌠and well, she didnât want to disturb and end up finding herself being lectured by the principal yet again. But her class depended on her, and although she didnât usually care for the gratification of societal norms- she did admit that there being a lack of a professor in the classroom halted their studies, and would only result in Wednesday having less time to write, which was not looking well. And so she did knock, expecting her aunt to open the door with the dreadfully cheerful face and blabber out some excuse as to why she was late. But alas, she door creeped open and she found herself face to face with Principal Weems. âGoodmorning.â She replied to the principalâs greeting, âIs Aun- Professor Addams there? Sheâs been absent from almost half of the class. Itâs lucky we didnât all die of boredom.â She frequently accidentally refer to her aunt as her aunt, which people usually didnât mind but, for some reason Principal Weems did not care for it.
Principal Weems, used to Wednesdayâs dark sense of humour, wasnât phased by her choice of wording. Instead, she simply crossed her arms and nodded; providing some sort of insight to the girl, âYes. Sheâs just woken up, Iâll send her your way once sheâs ready.â She told her, unaware that (Y/N)- by the time Wednesday had started talking- had already gotten up and prepared herself for the day. And that she was now standing behind her with a smug smile on her face, âAhem.â Was all (Y/N) said, it was enough to cause Larissa to jump slightly, clutching her waist. âChrist-â Larissa mumbled under her breath, startled by the womanâs sudden appearance behind her. Wednesday chuckled- it was unbelievable, this family, Larissa thought to herself. They were all the same, in one way or another, she just happened to find herself in the middle of them. Lucky her. She moved aside to let (Y/N) pass, she watched as she smiled at Wednesday and the pair of them walked off into the distance to the Macabre Psychology classroom, chatting incoherently between themselves. Her eyes softened when she saw how much (Y/N) cared for her niece, it was sweet, seeing people in moments where they do not realize how adorable they are. Larissa wished she could take a photograph of it, to remember it forever, but she did not have a camera. What she did have was responsibilities, especially since today was the day of the RaveâN- and even though she was going there as a chaperone- she was ecstatic since (Y/N) would be there by her side. So she had to ensure that everything went according to plan, nothing can go wrong. Hence the overwhelming amount of planning she had to finalize, she would see her beau later, but now, it was time to step out of her fantasies and be Principal again.
~~ Timeskip , Trip to Jericho, 3 hours before the dance~~
(Y/N) was so glad to have finished teaching her classes for the day, the time to unwind finally found her when she was offered to chaperone a small group of students- Wednesday, Enid, Bianca, and Xavier- to the neighboring town of Jericho so that they may purchase outfits for the dance. It came to her by surprise, from none other than her fellow colleague, Marilyn Thornhill just as she was passing by the conservatory.
âI hate to ask you, I know youâre on your break but.. I really have some important family issues to deal withâ Marilyn said as she explained her situation, not giving any further insight on what kind of family issues she was experiencing. Or perhaps it was because (Y/N) did not want to intrude on the womanâs personal life and simply didnât ask- either way she felt bad for the situation Thornhill found herself in and accepted. This in turn only caused the red headed woman to smile and nod sharply, âThanks a bunch, I owe you one (Y/N)â she replied with a sweetness laced in her voice, it was almost sickening. (Y/N) didnât question it though, and took up the opportunity to also bond with these four students, and make sure her niece wasnât getting into any trouble outside of school bounds. She returned the smile and watched as Marilyn made her way back into the conservatory, red boots making stomping noises on the floors. They were very unique boots, you could spot them from a mile away, maybe even in the darkness. But she simply shunned away anymore thoughts of the red boots and continued her walk, but instead of going back to her room she made her way to the nevermore gates, passing by groups of students as she smiled and said hellos. Lo- and behold, the four students were waiting there, a bit confused as to why she was there and not Ms. Thornhill.
âProfessor Addams?â Enid asked, a smile on her face. She couldnât deny that she did prefer her over Ms. Thornhill, she was more lenient with them, less strict. And she was Wednesdays aunt, whom she already felt drawn to. (Y/N) smiled back and made her way closer to the four, âHello Enid. Iâm here in place of Ms. Thornhill to accompany you four to Jericho.â She explained, providing light to the situation as the confused expressions left their faces. âWould you four like to walk or shall I drive you?â She asked, as grins spread on all their faces- save for Wednesday, who only smiled on extra special occasions, and not usually infront of a large group of people. The group eventually came to the decision of driving there, as to not waste time so that when they returned they would have an extra hour to get ready. (Y/N) agreed with this, as she had to be at the hall earlier to help prepare everything. With this, they walked over to (Y/N)âs car, a gorgeous red 1959 Chevy- straight out of a cheesy romcom movie. âNice wheels.â Bianca said, as she entered the car, followed by her classmates. (Y/N) chuckled and sat in the drivers seat, the leather seat already dented perfectly to her shape, she used this car frequently, and it showed. âThanks, it was a gift, Iâve had it since I was a student hereâ
Over the course of the trip to Jericho, the five of them engaged in conversations about various things. Of school, of work, of the excitement for the dance, and of special talents. The students got to know a bit more about their professor, and (Y/N) certainly got to know more about her students. Once they arrived at their destination, they immediately scattered off into corners of the town, browsing different dresses of various colours and sizes. All except for Wednesday, who was busy staring at a dress in the window of the antique and oddities store. âOh?â (Y/N) inquired out loud, as she passed by Wednesdayâs tranced state. It seems like her niece, who was so against the idea of social situations, wanted to buy that dress for herself. And it certainly did match her personality, with the dark black eerie fabric and the cobweb like tulle on the collar. It looked like something straight out of an Edgar Allan Poe story, âWednesday?â (Y/N) said, to get the girlâs attention- it worked wonders as she turned from staring directly at the dress to staring at her. âYesâŚ?â Wednesday questioned, the usual grim expression plastered across her face. âAre you interested, in that dress?â (Y/N) asked with a sliver of a smile on her face, Wednesday just nodded, and turned back to the window- almost hesitant to buy it. âWhat are you waiting for then?â (Y/N) said, breaking Wednesdayâs trance once again as she walked towards the entrance of the store, holding the door open just a smidge- a sort of invitation. Wednesday- surprisingly- smiled at the invitation and made her way into the store which was filled to the brim with oddities and unusual things, something that was certainly enjoyed by both Addamses. After all, it was in their nature to love the unusual. As Wednesday acquired the dress in her arms, (Y/N) skimmed through some shelves which were filled with trinkets and her eyes landed on an intricate pair or earrings- clad with pearls. She smiled at the thought of Larissa wearing them, theyâd compliment her platinum blonde hair nicely, and make her eyes pop. It would certainly make a lovely gift⌠or was it too much? Too soon for gestures like this? She wasnât sure, but her confusion and desperation mustâve been so obvious as she felt a tugging on her blouse jacket. âhm? Sorry- I wasnât paying attention.â (Y/N) said, turning to her niece, who slightly frowned at her state of not paying attention. âI said, are you okay?â Wednesday repeated, crossing her arms. (Y/N) chuckled and rested her shoulder on the shelves, facing Wednesday as she provided an explanation to ease the girls worried state, âAs your teacher, yes Iâm perfectly fine. As your aunt⌠not so much, Iâve found myself in a dilemma regarding these earringsâ she said, gently taking the earrings in her arms and swinging them in-front of Wednesday. Who, in turn, raised her eyebrows. âFor you? Or someone else?â Itâs true, the rumours of the sudden close friendship between the professor and the principal spread across the school like wildfire, some even suspected something else, but the actual thought of it never crossed Wednesdayâs mind until she saw the distressed state her aunt was in over something as simple as earrings. (Y/N) sighed and gently took the dress out of Wednesdays arms, the look her niece gave her was enough to know the answer, and so she went to the counter and paid for both the dress and the pair of earrings- which were placed in a seashell box. She just hoped that Larissa would enjoy them, at the very least.
~~time skip, THE DANCE!! ~~
After a long and tiring day of planning, shopping, and stress it was finally time for the RaveâN- the highly anticipated Nevermore event that was surely the talk of the town. The students buzzed with excitement the entire day and most seemed like they would burst with joy at the thought. The sun had set and the twinkling of stars only added to the mystical vibe that surrounded the hall. The staff had already been there an hour ahead, making last minute preparations and such. Larissa was wearing a beige, almost silver toned dress whereas (Y/N) was wearing a deep maroon dress that hugged her in all the right places but not too intensely. Larissa, being the principal, had to be there first before any of the other staff members arrived to the venue, and (Y/N)âa entrance made her breath hitch in her throat- she was surely a sight to behold. She was wearing the same color she wore back in their RaveâN, it was sad in a sweet way, as things had come full circle and Larissa found herself in awe of the woman infront of her once again. Only this time it wasnât followed with sadness and jealousy, only happiness and joy. Perhaps love, definitely love. (Y/N)âs eyes scanned the venue before she took her place standing besides Larissa, they exchanged smiles and simple hello-s before silence engulfed them. âYou look beautiful, by the wayâ (Y/N) said, quietly, almost as if she didnât want Larissa to hear it. Larissa blushed, which was extremely difficult to achieve on its own. The pink appearing on her cheeks was noticeable in contrast to her pale skin, it made the shorter woman besides her chuckle a bit. âthank you.. ah- so do you!â Was the reply Larissa managed to get out in her flustered state, still managing to keep up her confident demeanor, she was naturally good at speaking her mind- usually anyways. This was a different case though, the feelings she felt for (Y/N) were unlike any feelings sheâd ever felt for anyone before, they were pure, raw, and terrifying. It excited her.
Before (Y/N) could reply, swarms of students had begun walking in, and the sound of happy yells and laughter diffused across the room like a strongly scented perfume. The overall atmosphere was so positive one couldnât help but smile and dance along to the beat of the music, which was only further emphasized by the chilly winter-like decorations. (Y/N) clutched the seashell box in pocket, deciding it was really now or never that sheâd have the chance to give them to Larissa, even though she would have preferred a movie private situation. âIssi-â
âWould you like to dance?â Larissa said, accidentally interrupting (Y/N)- who let the idea go and just decided to give the earrings to Larissa another time- a more personal time. âSorry for interruptingâ the taller woman added, letting a bit of laughter slip through her apology. (Y/N) shook her head and joined in on the laughter, âNo, no, itâs okay, and Iâd love to dance with you.â She said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Larissa jokingly rolled her eyes and extended her arm for the shorter woman to take, which she did, and led her to a more secluded part of the dance floor- the students would definitely have something to gossip about now- but neither of them really cared about that. Once they had both reached their location, a sight in silvery beige and maroon, the music began to slow down into an almost dreamy tune and the sweet riddled voice of Dean Martin began to sing. Larissa smiled sweetly at her dance partner, as they both held hands, both nervous to initiate the dance. Who would make the first move? Neither of them knew. They stared into eachothers eyes, a habit they developed with one another, and almost naturally- began to sway to the music. It was like clockwork, the way they danced, as if theyâd been dancing together their entire life when in fact this was the first time they had ever danced this romantically before- at-least together anyways. It was heaven, nothing could ruin this moment between them, or the tension that lingered in the air. (Y/N) moved closer, Larissa looked like she was going to faint at this; but simply extended her arm to wrap around (Y/N)âa waist, if nobody had ever thought it before it was certain that they looked like a couple- especially in this state. It was something out of a romcom, almost too good to be true, a dream perhaps. But no, this was no dream, it was reality. Their reality.
Then, the first drops came. The cruel prank played upon Nevermore by Jericho teenagers. The blood, the screaming, the panic. Atleast it wasnât real blood, not that (Y/N) would mind, but it wouldâve definitely soured the mood more. The professor didnât even notice the blood at first, before Larissaâs expression turned sour when looking at her. âWhatâs wrong?â (Y/N) asked, worried that she had done something to upset the taller woman. Larissa shook her head and looked up, thatâs when the rain of blood started, and so did the screaming. All of a sudden, the entire hall was drenched in blood, the people within it included. Most of the students were panic ridden, while others looked hurt by the prank. Larissa was one of them, she looked like a lost puppy, just staring blankly at the distance. She had gone through great lengths to prepare this years RaveâN, she wanted nothing but her students to have a night to enjoy themselves and the atmosphere. But it didnât seem to matter, all of that preparation was flushed down the drain the moment the first drop appeared. (Y/N) gently placed her hand on Larissas face and moved it to face towards her, âDonât blame yourself.â She said, almost as if she could read Larissaâs mind, but she didnât have to- the pained expression on the Principalâs face said enough. Thatâs when the power was cut, as if it couldnât get any more disastrous. (Y/N) moved forward, being as close as possible to Larissa as to not loose her in the darkened room. Larissa didnât know what to do, her heart was racing, all thoughts of the dance left her mind and the only thing she could think of was how close (Y/N) was to her right now, it was almost unbearable. âOh darlingâŚâ Larissa whispered, a barely audible sound of yearning as the lights of the auditorium shut off. The dance was in the midst of itâs height when the power closed, causing a shock within the student body. (Y/N)âs breath was heavy, their bodies closer than before, lips barely apart. She could close the gap right now, set aside all of their yearning and teasing and just do it. She wanted to. She needed to. *They* needed to. Larissaâs position hitched, she couldnât see the woman she held onto infront of her, but she could feel her warmth- and her floral perfume that sent her insane. âPlease donât torture me any longerâ Larissa said, breath buzzing on (Y/N)âs lips. âBut you know how much it excites me..â (Y/N) said, before leaning forwards. This was it, after so many years of yearning theyâd finally admit their love for one another, how desperate they needed one another. How, like a candle to its flame, one could not exist without the other. And so they finally kissed, and what a kiss it was. When their lips met it was like they were incomplete before this kiss, perfectly fitted to one another- almost made for one another. The sparks between them were so strong you could almost see the light that illuminated from them in the blacked-out room, it was a dangerous game they were playing; the lights could come back on at any moment in time. It only made it ever more exciting, and suddenly a dance that seemed to go very badly suddenly went very well. It was a perfect way to end the day, and to end the years of longing between them. They were finally complete.
Made whole by one another.
Thank you all for following along with me throughout this journey, it has been so fun writing this series and I hope I provided a good ending! I will probably write a one shot about the earrings though so ,) look out for it! More Larissa to come, of course <3 â¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸
- A question, would you guys be interested in one shots relating to (Dracula) & (Cersei Lannister?) please let me know!
i wish i could share the mini movies i create in my head every time an idea pops into it, instead of opening my notes app, staring at the blank page for several minutes trying to find the right words to accurately describe every detail, and finally feeling immensely frustrated because i can't manage to put into coherent sentences what in my mind keeps playing over and over again, until i lose all hint of inspiration and the pattern repeats itself again as the hours go by. It really makes me sick.
As Iâm coming to the conclusion of part 4 of the Larissa series based on your votes, I wanted to share a snippet of writing I wrote for my psychology course. Enjoy đ
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