Who do I write for? I mostly write for the characters I am obsessed with at the moment. You can find them in the links below, in the mastelist, together with the most of my works.
How often do I write? Well honestly it depends on how much do I have for school and on my mental health.
What do I write? Smut. It’s mostly smut, but you can find here some fluff works and angst works as well, if you prefer those. You can find them all in the links below, in the master list or the requests, or in the celebrations.
I hope you enjoy my writing, any feedback is welcome!
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Okay guys, the hard part of the life is over. Ill be making some posts in the upcoming days.
I wanna thank y’all for waiting this long.
So let’s do this. From now on the requests are open again. I would appreciate if you send it in the asks, being as specific as possible (I want to write something that you’ll like). I’ll add a list of characters I write for.
Sorry for the long wait and I hope you’ll like the works❤️
Yesterday I went to buy some yarn because I suddenly had a boost for crocheting and I bought 2, or wanted to. The lady behind the register gave me 2 yarns for the price of one saying “it’s nice to see someone have such a hobby”
A Love Woven in Shadows and Light - L. Weems x fem!reader
The air at Nevermore Academy carried a brisk chill as autumn fully embraced the grounds. Students in their navy uniforms buzzed around like the last embers of a fire, rushing to classes or lingering in corners to share secrets. But for Y/n, the day carried a weight that had nothing to do with classes or assignments.
Y/n had been at Nevermore for just a year, serving as a creative writing instructor after Larissa Weems herself had handpicked them. The principal’s calm authority and elegance made her a striking figure in any room. But to Y/n, Larissa Weems was much more than a commanding presence—she was the person who had unknowingly stolen their heart.
Y/n had always admired Larissa from afar. The principal was all poise and grace, with sharp blue eyes that missed nothing and a smile that could disarm even the most guarded soul. And yet, beneath her polished exterior, Y/n had glimpsed moments of vulnerability, like when she stayed late in her office, a faint crease of exhaustion on her forehead, or the way her voice softened when she spoke about protecting her students.
This particular evening, Y/n found themselves summoned to Larissa’s office under the pretense of discussing an upcoming creative showcase. With a racing heart, they smoothed their shirt and adjusted their posture before knocking on the large oak door.
“Come in,” Larissa’s voice called, warm but measured.
Y/n pushed the door open to find her standing by the tall window, the glow of the setting sun casting her in golden hues. Her platinum hair was pulled back into its usual elegant twist, and she wore a tailored navy dress that seemed to blur the lines between authority and allure.
“Ah, Y/n,” Larissa greeted, turning toward them with a small smile. “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, Principal Weems,” Y/n replied, their voice steadier than they felt.
“Please, call me Larissa,” she corrected gently, gesturing to the chair across from her desk.
Y/n sat down as Larissa settled in her own chair. They discussed the showcase for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Y/n couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way Larissa’s hands moved as she spoke, the way her voice carried such certainty.
But as the meeting drew to a close, Y/n hesitated, their heart pounding. They could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing against their chest.
“Larissa,” Y/n began, their voice softer now.
“Yes?” she replied, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
Larissa’s expression remained composed, but her eyes softened. “Go on.”
Y/n hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just… I admire you. Not just as the principal, but as a person. You’re incredible—kind, intelligent, and so deeply dedicated to this place and everyone in it.”
Larissa blinked, her composure faltering for a brief moment. “That’s… very kind of you to say, Y/n. I appreciate it.”
“I mean it,” Y/n pressed, their courage bolstered by the flicker of vulnerability they saw in her. “And I know it’s probably unprofessional to say this, but I think I’ve been falling for you ever since I arrived here.”
The silence that followed was heavy, but not cold. Larissa looked at Y/n, her eyes searching theirs as if trying to decipher whether they were being serious or not.
“You’re not joking, are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” Y/n said earnestly. “I’d never joke about something like this.”
Larissa leaned back in her chair, a slow breath escaping her lips. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, her gaze drifting to the window.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” she admitted. “I’ve spent so long keeping my personal life separate from my work, especially in a place like this. It’s… complicated.”
“I understand,” Y/n said quickly, not wanting to pressure her. “I just needed to be honest about how I feel. Whatever you decide, I’ll respect it.”
Larissa looked back at Y/n, her blue eyes filled with something they couldn’t quite place—hope, fear, maybe even longing.
“You’re a remarkable person, Y/n,” she said finally. “And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed you. You’re thoughtful, talented, and you bring something special to this school.”
Y/n’s heart leapt at her words, but they stayed silent, letting her continue.
“But,” she added, her tone more cautious, “this isn’t an easy path to walk. There are expectations, boundaries, and risks. I need time to think.”
“Of course,” Y/n said, nodding. “Take all the time you need. I just needed you to know how I feel.”
Larissa gave them a small, genuine smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. It means more than you know.”
The days that followed were both torturous and exhilarating for Y/n. Every interaction with Larissa felt charged with unspoken tension, yet she remained professional, giving no hint of her thoughts on their confession.
One evening, Y/n found themselves wandering the grounds, the autumn leaves crunching beneath their feet. They had just decided to head back inside when they heard a familiar voice call out.
“Y/n.”
They turned to see Larissa standing beneath the lamplight, her hands clasped in front of her.
“Larissa,” Y/n said, surprised. “What are you doing out here?”
“I was looking for you,” she admitted, stepping closer.
“Is everything okay?”
She nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Yes. In fact, I think everything might be more than okay.”
Y/n frowned slightly, confused, until Larissa stopped a few feet away and met their gaze.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she began. “About how you feel. And the truth is, I feel the same way.”
Y/n’s breath caught. “You do?”
Larissa nodded, her expression softening. “But this isn’t easy for me. I’ve spent so much of my life guarding my heart, convincing myself that I don’t need anyone. But you… you make me want to try.”
Y/n took a tentative step closer. “We don’t have to rush anything. We can figure it out together, one step at a time.”
Larissa smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. “I’d like that.”
In that moment, Y/n reached for her hand, and to their relief, she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers intertwined with theirs, warm and steady.
As weeks turned into months, Larissa and Y/n navigated their relationship with care. They stole quiet moments in the library, exchanged knowing glances during staff meetings, and shared late-night conversations that often turned into laughter.
But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Larissa’s fear of vulnerability sometimes created walls between them, and Y/n’s occasional self-doubt made them question whether they were enough for someone like her.
One particularly stormy night, those fears came to a head.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Larissa said, pacing her living room as rain lashed against the windows.
Y/n watched her, their heart aching at the uncertainty in her voice. “What do you mean?”
“This,” she gestured between them. “Us. What if it all falls apart? What if I hurt you?”
“You won’t,” Y/n said firmly, stepping closer. “Larissa, I know you’re scared. I am too. But I care about you, and I want to be here for you—for us.”
Larissa stopped pacing and looked at them, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It’s not simple,” Y/n admitted. “But it’s worth it.”
After a moment, Larissa sighed and allowed herself to sink into Y/n’s embrace. They held her tightly, their hand gently running along her back as the storm raged outside.
In time, they grew stronger together, learning to trust not only each other but also themselves. Their love became a source of light in the often-shadowed halls of Nevermore, a quiet but undeniable force that brought warmth to both their lives.
And as the seasons changed once more, Y/n realized that loving Larissa was not just a choice—it was the best decision they had ever made.
Warnings: gxg, fem!reader,... what can I say, it is just so soft...
The sky above Malfoy Manor was a canvas of deep indigos and soft pinks, the sun dipping low beyond the horizon. Y/n had always found solace in the manor’s gardens, where the aroma of blooming roses mixed with the earthy scents of freshly turned soil. It was a sanctuary where she could reflect and unwind. As the Malfoy family's gardener, she spent hours tending to the vibrant beds of plants, creating something beautiful with her hands.
Yet, it wasn’t the flowers that occupied her thoughts today. It was Narcissa Malfoy—the lady of the manor, a vision of grace and elegance. With her incredible beauty and the delicate strength she exuded, Narcissa captivated Y/n more than any flower ever could. Their paths had crossed often, and with each encounter, Y/n found herself drawn deeper into the lady’s world—a world filled with complexity, pain, and hidden dreams.
Today felt different. There was a gentle breeze that whispered through the garden, making the leaves dance as if celebrating a secret. Y/n had stolen glances at Narcissa earlier while pruning the roses. The lady had been seated on a bench, her hands lightly tracing the petals of a flower as she lost herself in thought. It tugged at Y/n’s heart—Narcissa always seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unsaid words.
As Y/n worked, she could feel the pull of the afternoon fading into evening, the golden light around her softening. It called to her, a silent invitation to seek Narcissa out.
With her heart racing, Y/n placed the gardening tools aside and wandered towards the bench where Narcissa had been sitting. She found her there, in the fading light, looking regal even in her simplicity. The way the soft breeze tugged at her hair and wrapped around her form felt like an enchantment.
“Good evening, my lady,” Y/n greeted gently, trying to keep her voice steady as she approached.
Narcissa turned, her blue eyes sparkling with a warmth that momentarily stole Y/n’s breath. “Y/n,” she murmured, her voice aching with a softness that made Y/n’s heart flutter. “What brings you here at this hour?”
“I thought I’d find you,” Y/n replied, taking a seat on the opposite end of the bench. “The garden feels different tonight, as if it’s holding its breath, waiting for something… magical.”
Narcissa chuckled softly, a melodic sound that made Y/n flush. “You have a way of seeing much deeper than what’s on the surface. It’s true—this garden has always felt like a sanctuary for me, especially in the twilight. It’s when the shadows soften, and everything feels possible.”
As they shared a comfortable silence, Y/n could feel the connection growing stronger. She had always admired Narcissa from afar, but tonight felt like a moment that could change everything.
“Do you ever wish for more?” Y/n ventured, her eyes seeking Narcissa’s. “More than this life? More than what the world expects of you?”
Narcissa’s expression shifted to one of contemplation, the weight of her thoughts evident in the furrow of her brow. “Every day,” she admitted softly. “I’ve always been encased in expectations—a perfect wife, the perfect mother—yet part of me longs to break free, to live for myself.”
Y/n’s heart raced as she listened. “You deserve that freedom, Narcissa. You deserve to be truly happy.”
Narcissa turned toward Y/n, a glimmer of something unspoken illuminating her features. “You speak as though you understand the depths of my heart. What if I told you that there’s something—or rather someone—I want more than anything?”
The intensity of Narcissa’s gaze made Y/n’s breath hitch, and she felt a rush of warmth cascade through her. “And if it’s something unspoken? It could be foolish.”
Narcissa smiled, genuine and soft. “Foolishness has its beauty, too.”
Y/n hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. “It’s bravery to embrace your desires even if they lead you into uncertain waters.”
“Then perhaps it’s bravery that I seek,” Narcissa said earnestly, moving just a touch closer. “What if I told you that you inspire that bravery within me?”
The confession hung in the air, a delicate balance of tension that made Y/n’s heart race. “Me?” she managed to reply, surprise coloring her voice.
“Yes, you. It’s in the way you nurture everything around you, how you tend to each plant with love and care… it’s beautiful. You make me see the world through a clearer lens.”
Y/n’s cheeks flushed warm, and she felt the weight of narcissist's words settling within her, igniting a hope she had long buried. “I’m just a gardener,” she whispered, caught in the intensity of it all.
“A gardener who sees the beauty in everything, even in the shadows. You have a gift, Y/n,” Narcissa replied, her voice low yet urgent. “You make me feel alive.”
Y/n’s heart swelled, the confession lighting a spark inside her. “And you make me feel… known, Narcissa. There’s something about you that draws me in. I can’t help but wish to understand the woman beyond the walls of the manor.”
Narcissa’s breath hitched, and in the soft glow of the twilight, Y/n could see the vulnerability etched on her face. “What if my heart is too fragile? What if loving feels like a risk I am not ready to take?”
“Sometimes, the most precious things are wrapped in fragility,” Y/n assured gently, her voice trembling with sincerity. “But it’s worth it—loving someone for themselves, not for what the world expects.”
Narcissa reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against Y/n’s hand. The touch sent a shiver down Y/n’s spine, igniting every nerve in her body.
“In this moment, I feel as if the universe has conspired to bring us together,” Narcissa said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… what will we do? How could I start something when my life is already entwined with others?”
Every instinct inside Y/n screamed to comfort Narcissa, to draw her closer and offer a promise of something beautiful. “We can take it slow,” she suggested. “We can find solace in quiet moments—just like this. No expectations, just… us.”
The way Narcissa looked at her, with a mix of longing and fear, made Y/n's heart race. “You make it sound possible,” she admitted softly, her fingers entwining with Y/n’s. The simple connection felt electric, warmth radiating between their palms.
“Perhaps we can create a garden of our own,” Y/n teased lightly, trying to lift the weight between them while also acknowledging the depth of their situation. “A secret place where we can be… ourselves.”
Narcissa’s smile broke through the tension, a light that illuminated the shadowy corners of her heart. “I would love that.”
As the sky continued to darken, the first stars began to twinkle above them, casting a dreamy glow over the garden. The world felt alive with possibilities, their breaths mingling in the cool air. The weight of the moment lingered like a promise, binding them together with unspoken understanding.
“Y/n,” Narcissa began, her voice steady, “what if we create a world where love exists free from expectations? A world we can cherish without the confines of duty?”
Y/n’s heart soared at the thought. “Then we will,” she replied, her voice filled with determination. “We will create our own world, built on the bonds we forge. Together.”
With a newfound sense of courage, they leaned toward each other, the distance closing as they shared a fleeting yet transformative kiss. It was a simple thing, yet it carried the weight of a thousand unrequited feelings. Soft lips brushed against one another, igniting a warmth that coursed through them both.
In that kiss, there was tenderness—a gentle promise of care that transcended their circumstances. It was a pledge to seek understanding, an embrace of the softness that love could bring.
As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, a calm settled in their hearts. Y/n gazed into Narcissa’s eyes, where vulnerability danced with hope.
“Thank you for sharing this moment with me,” Narcissa whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Y/n smiled, a gentle warmth blooming in her chest. “Thank you for bringing light into my life, my lady. I’ll always cherish our secret garden.”
They stayed there for a while longer, the stars watching over them as the world outside continued with its busyness. In that quiet sanctuary, they found love nurtured in whispered secrets and soft laughter—an uncharted territory of warmth that felt as exquisite as any rose.
That evening, beneath the stars, Y/n and Narcissa began to weave their love story, one of softness and warmth, where they could shed their burdens and celebrate the beauty of simply being together. In each other’s presence, they discovered a connection that was profound and gentle—a love that blossomed in the shadows, soft and delicate yet full of potential.
As the moon illuminated the garden, they held each other’s hands, feeling the sweet promise of tomorrow and whatever secrets it might hold. Together, they found solace in the softness of their love, a tapestry woven with threads of hope and dreams, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.
Guys I have so many ideas for oneshots and maybe even short stories that it’s something I couldn’t have imagined some time ago. I want to thank you all for your patience with me and for that you waited this long.
The last couple of months haven’t been really easy on me. But that’s not something I will publish just like that. All I can say is that I’ve learned how to not let everything get to me and to take things at my own pace. One thing at the time. One problem at the time.
Honestly I thought I would never return to writing. Not here or on any other platform I’m on. It seems like someone had other plans for me. Now when my head is not such a huge mess and I have some time, I’m back, my chin up and ready to write for you all.
With this I also want to say that my requests are open. Don’t expect 3 oneshots or stories a day, I’ll do it slowly at my own pace. But if you have an idea in your head, go ahead and make a request. We will make it work. Only thing I ask for is write down details into the request if you want to, or if you feel more comfortable, give me a free hand. The choice is yours:)
I’m happy I’m back here with you. We will make it work<3
"If you want to be in the family, you have to do something for it," your aunt said softly as she kept smoking her cigarette and reading the newspaper.
"Pol, I know that. I am just not in the mood to do so," you said back immediately and took a sip from your tea Polly made you. You closed your eyes right after and all you could do was try not to think about your upcoming task. But you failed. "Why do I have to kill him? And why Campbell?"
"Because we can´t let him walk around when we are about to do something this serious," Polly said only and you immediately knew what she was talking about. Thomas was about to kill Churchill.
"And why me Pol?" you asked her back with a little whine. Polly looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You immediately understood why did you have to do it and then you just shut up.
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"Alright. As soon as he walks out of that building, I will be around the corner. When I give you the sign, you will shoot him, alright?" Thomas said as if it was something casual and you looked down at your gun.
"It will make a noise," you told him only but by that time, Thomas was already walkng away, leaving you on the top of the building all alone. When you looked down at the dirty street of Birmingham, you just sighed. Seeing him walking to the corner and hiding there.
And then... you just waited. And waited and waited. While you were doing literally nothing, you realized that your aunt met with Thomas. They both walked around the corner and they seemed to be talking about something really interesting. Once Polly turned around and she looked at you, you knew what they were talking about.
After that, you loaded the gun. Laying on the top of the building, you aimed it at the doors and you just waited in silence. The street was busy, but your mind was that calm at that point, you could hear your own heart. And that was the moment when the doors opened.
Campbell walked out of them. You aimed. Thomas gave you the sign. Your finger on the trigger slowly slid lower and you pressed it.
The sound was too loud. Everything started spinning. When you saw Campbell fall onto the ground with a blood stain on his left breast, you felt like you couldn´t breath properly because of the pain on your back. You immediately rolled over and tried to hide from the pairs of curious eyes.
Your heart was beating like you were just being chased. Trying to calm yourself down, the next thing you heard, which was a busy street, screaming and the police coming, it wasn’t that easy.
In a split of a second, Thomas was behind you, pulling you by your arm and leading you away, just in case someone had gotten the idea of a person being on the top of the building. Thomas led you inside of the building and your heart was still racing so fast. Trying to breath through it, you didn’t even realize when did you get inside of the family company.
“Y/n,” aunt Polly breathed out and her eyes widened in horror. You frowned, not understanding what happened and then you followed her gaze. Your clothes were from blood and you didn’t know when did that happen.
“Pol-“
As soon as you could say her whole name, you were laid on the table, Thomas holding your arms. Polly was towering over you with a bottle of whiskey and you frowned.
“Fuck” Polly cursed and pressed a napkin against your chest. It hurt like hell.
“What the fuck Pol?!” You screamed as it hurt and tensed under her care. With you still hissing, Polly somehow managed to take care of your wound and take out the bullet.
“We weren’t alone there, were we?” Polly asked from Thomas, angrier than ever.
“No we weren’t” Thomas admitted and sighed quietly. He let your aunt work and when the bullet was out, both of them exhaled.
“Here,” she handed you some old shirt, “press this against your chest.”
And you did so. Closing your eyes, only now you felt the pain again. Your mind was all fuzzy and all you had on your mind was Campbell.
“Is he dead?” You whispered and carefully sat up.
“Yes, he is,” Thomas said and helped you to sit up straight while Polly bandaged your chest.
“Thank you,” you whispered and looked at her with a small smile.
Polly shook her head and sighed. “I don’t want you to be included in any family business. Understood?” She said sternly and you frowned but nodded your head. “Good. Now get your ass upstairs, I’ll be right there with some camomile tea.”
You gulped and nodded your head. Slowly getting off the table and followed by Thomas, you slowly got upstairs into your room since you lived with Polly. It was pretty handy living right above the company.
Thomas helped you to lay down and covered you up, smiling.
“Nice shot.”
“Thanks,” you rolled your eyes on him as you realized that he meant the shot which ended in your chest and rested your head in the pillow. “Asshole.”
reader and Larissa are together and Larissa plays truth or dare with her collegues and the dare is to break up with the reader. reader has a panic attack and Larissa regrets it immediately, tells the reader the truth but the reader doesnt take her back and they really break up? or it could end anyhow you would like
hey anon, here it is
Heartbroken - Larissa Weems x fem!reader
warnings: heartbreak, breakup, cussing, fight,...
"Y/n? I need to talk to you," you heard your fiancé from the kitchen and you immediately stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen.
As soon as you saw her, the puffy red eyes and her glistening nose were telling you that something had happened. What, of course, wasn´t making you happy.
"What´s wrong baby?" You asked her as you walked over to Larissa and hugged her from behind. Larissa took a deep breath and sobbed softly, to what you took a paper towel and handed it over to Larissa. "Iss, what´s wrong?"
"I-I need to tell you- something-" Larissa said quietly and you frowned naturally. This wasn´t typical of Larissa, she had never behaved like this.
"Yeah?"
"Y/n- we- we need to- stop this... we need to break up-"
That sentence rang in your ears. For a minute. Then for another one. You slowly stepped back and you could feel how your chest started slowly closing and the ribs around your lungs started tightening.
"I- I-" you couldn´t say anything. You kept looking at Larissa and you tried to take a deep breath so you could start to think clearly. But when Larissa looked at you, the first emotion you saw in her eyes was regret. Even fear.
"Y/n?" she asked softly and you took another step back as you tried to breath.
The world started closing around you and you were slowly backing away from Larissa. You tried to take some deep breaths what wasn´t even possible in your state and you tried to walk as far from Larissa as you could. Your breath was heavy and something in the back of your head was telling you that you wouldn´t make this. You tried to calm yourself down until everything didn´t turn black.
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You woke up, laying in your bed you were sharing with Larissa for some time now. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around, finding yourself alone in the bedroom. And then a door opening followed.
"Oh, you´re awake alredy..." she commented only and she was carrying a tray with some cup.
You stayed silent and didn´t say a word. Standing up from the bed, you walked over to the wardrobe, tears forming in your eyes as you started throwing your clothes onto the bed which you wanted to pack.
"What- what are you doing?" You heard her voice, but you didn´t give her an answer. You took your biggest bag you had and started folding your shirts "Y/n stop! What the hell are you doing?"
"We broke up. I am leaving," you said only with your voice as sharp as a blade.
"Y/n I-"
"it´s too late for apologies Larissa," hearing your own broken voice was something you had never imagined that would come while you were with Larissa Weems.
"Y/n hear me out I-"
"Larissa shut up. I´ve had enough," you said coldly and continued in folding your shirts and pants.
"Y/n, it´s not what it seems like-" Larissa said quietly and in that moment it felt like all your demons were coming to the surface.
"No? Really? What does this seem like? I think it´s pretty clear that you broke up with me! What is not clear about that?!" You started getting really angry and frustrated and when you looked at Larissa, seeing the tears in her eyes, you knew that it was much more complicated than you thought.
"It was... a bet."
"Excuse me?!" You asked even though you heard Larissa right for the first time.
"It was a bet," she repeated and didn´t dare to look at you. "I- But I had no idea that you would take it this bad, I- I don´t want to loose you Y/n. I don´t want to break up, forgive me." Larissa said and you couldn´t believe what you were hearing.
"Come again?" You said really confused and frowned at the information you just got. "Larissa you made a bet about us breaking up and you expected me to do what? You know what Larissa? It doesn´t have to be you. This time, I am breaking up with you. For real," you said, took all of your stuff and walked down to the hall. You put on your shoes, took your bag and left the house.
Tears started streaming down your face as you were walking straight to your car. You didn´t look up at the window, from where you could feel Larissa looking at you.
You got inside of the car and started it. Taking a deep breath, the tears started falling more often. You left the driveway, sobbing in your car. You couldn´t believe that this was what really happened. This just couldn´t be true... but sadly, it was.
“I have been in love with you since 1959. I may not have always shown it, may have left other things get in the way, but know that I have loved you that long. That i have never stopped. And that i never will.”
