The world lost all of its colour when Principal Larissa Weems was poisoned by one of her own staff, but nobody was more devastated than you. You were the principal’s best friend and secretly harboured deep feelings for her, her death leaving you regretful about never telling her.
Little do you know that Larissa has become Wednesday Addam’s spirit guide, and is experiencing similar regret. The two decide to hatch a plan to tell you of her feelings from beyond the grave, but things don’t quite go to plan…
(This is the first fic I’ve ever posted on Tumblr- I hope you like it😅)
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The halls of Nevermore had never felt so hollow, cold, and empty after the death of it’s principal, Larissa Weems. It was like something had sucked all of the life out of the school. A profound sense of mourning filled every classroom, every single corner of the school was now full of students devastated over the loss of their principal.
Nobody was more devastated than Ms Y/L/N.
Ever since you first began working at Nevermore five years ago, your heart belonged to its tall goddess of a Principal. After an apprehensive start, a beautiful friendship started to blossom between you both. Many nights were spent sharing a bottle of wine and laughing over student’s antics, and when Wednesday Addams started at Nevermore, those nights were mostly spent trying to calm Larissa down from dealing with the teen’s behaviour.
But ultimately all good things must come to an end. Your five years at Nevermore passed quickly, years full of laughter and happiness due to the statuesque blonde. Larissa became your everything and her friendship was a constant source of comfort and joy in your life, creating an unbreakable bond. Until one day everything changed.
Larissa Weems, the most dedicated principal that Nevermore had ever seen, was poisoned by one of her own staff. The news shocked the entire school, leaving all staff and students in a daze but nobody was as floored as you. The loss of Larissa left a gaping hole in your heart. The memories of your times together, the laughter, the wine-filled nights, the shared burden of teaching the Addams' daughter, all now weighed heavily on your soul. The entire school was in mourning, but for you, it was a catastrophic event that made your world feel like it was imploding.
You never got to tell her how deeply you were in love with her.
That night when you were told she’d been poisoned, you sank to the floor screaming and sobbing as the sweet Enid Sinclair did her best to try to comfort you. The world had so suddenly lost all of its colour. You clung to Enid, sobbing in grief, but no comfort given could ease the suffering in your heart. Every memory of Larissa haunted you– the sound of her laughter, the sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes, the countless hours spent talking about life and everything in between. Larissa was more than just a close friend; she had become your compass, your confidante, and the object of your unvoiced affection. And now she was gone.
As the tears flowed and the weight of Larissa's absence settled upon you, Enid continued holding you, gently patting your back and whispering soothing words that fell on deaf ears. Nothing could erase the pain, and you found yourself grasping for any remnant of hope that this was all a nightmare.
Unfortunately, Larissa’s death was painfully real and three weeks later Ms Y/L/N stood between Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams as the casket was lowered into the ground. Enid kept her hand in yours, Wednesday was silent but you could’ve sworn you saw a tear trickle down her cheek. You did your best to stifle your sobs throughout the ceremony but upon your return to Nevermore that evening, you were overcome with grief once more, remaining that way for months after.
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The first day of the new term came, the air at Nevermore felt different- the usual excitement and anticipation for the first day was completely absent. The school had become a shadow of its former self without the beloved principal.
You trudged to your classroom, coffee in hand and expression weary. The student’s usual chatter dimmed as soon as you entered and you tried to plaster on a smile to greet them, one that couldn’t quite reach your eyes.
As the first lesson progressed you noticed Wednesday muttering seemingly to thin air and your brow furrowed. The Addamses were known for their quirks but this was still unusual for the moody teenager. Towards the end of the lesson, one of the pencils on your desk rolled off it and onto the floor, seemingly unprovoked.
Strange things were starting to happen.
Working at Nevermore meant that you were used to the unusual happening, but your day was quickly progressing from strange, to stranger. First, some of the papers on your desk shifted a little, as if they’d been blown by the wind in spite of the windows being shut. Then the sink at the back of the classroom started running water without being touched. The lights flickered every now and then, and by the end of the lesson students began to exchange skeptical glances, noticing the strange occurrences. You tried your best to maintain composure infront of them, but the unease in your stomach grew. The once-orderly room now seemed charged with an otherworldly presence, as if invisible forces were playing with the very fabric of the surroundings. When the bell rang, you left quickly, not noticing the keys of your keyboard typing on their own…
In a far corner of the school a little while later, Wednesday Addams found herself in a heated discussion with the spectre of the tall, statuesque Principal Weems.
Wednesday folded her arms over her chest, her dark eyes never leaving Larissa's spectral figure.
"I suppose you want to make sure I'm behaving," she said sarcastically, a hint of annoyance evident in her tone. Larissa's ghostly form let out an exasperated sigh, her expression tinged with both concern and a little frustration.
"It's not just about your behavior, Wednesday," she responded. "There's something else… I need your help”
Wednesday raised an eyebrow, showing a glimmer of interest despite her stoic demeanor. "Go on," she prompted, reluctantly intrigued by Larissa's cryptic words.
Larissa's expression seemed to take on a new intensity as she prepared to confide in Wednesday. "There's something I never had a chance to reveal before my passing, something I need to confess to someone," she says softly, her voice both mournful and determined.
Wednesday's curiosity deepened, her dark eyes fixated on Larissa's ghostly form. She could sense that what Larissa was about to reveal held great significance, and despite her usual grumpy expression, her interest was piqued. "What is it?" Wednesday asked.
Larissa sighs softly, her face painted with a solemn expression.
“It’s about Ms Y/L/N,” Larissa admits, her eyes pricking with tears. “I… I never got to tell her how I felt about her before-“ her breath hitches slightly and she stops talking, now looking away from the teenager as Wednesday rolls her eyes slightly.
Wednesday leaned back against the cool stone wall, her arms crossed across her chest. "So you're crying over a crush?" she stated bluntly, her tone void of any empathy or compassion.
"It's not just a crush," she whispered, her voice tinged with a touch of hurt. "It's more than that... It's deeper,” Larissa admits in a soft, barely audible tone.
Wednesday's expression remained stoic, unaffected by Larissa's emotional plea. "How cliché," she remarked dryly. “What’s in it for me?” Wednesday adds.
Larissa, used to the girl’s antics, simply sighs in resignation. She knew that Wednesday wasn’t one to be swayed by emotions.
“What do you want in return?” Larissa counters.
Wednesday's lips curled into a small, almost mischievous smile. She knew she had the principal right where she wanted her.
Wednesday responded, her words slow and deliberate, "I want you to promise me one thing."
Larissa sighs. “And what might that be Miss Addams?”
Wednesday smirks, a sight the principal wasn’t used to seeing, as if the girl was enjoying having the upper hand.
“I want you to help me with a prank” Wednesday says, her voice filled with a devilish satisfaction. “I need your cooperation to make it happen,” she adds, keeping eye contact with the ghostly principal, “that is my price.”
Knowing that Wednesday’s usual idea of a prank was rarely innocent or harmless, Larissa sighs in disapproval.
"I suppose I should have expected this," Larissa said, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.
Wednesday's smirk widened, relishing in Larissa's mild exasperation. "You know me," she responded, her tone dripping with self-satisfaction. "I never play by the rules."
The principal reluctantly agrees, knowing she can’t miss out on the opportunity to confess her feelings to you, even if she couldn’t do it while alive.
When you return to your classroom, you notice a word document open on your computer, your brow furrowing in confusion. When you take a closer look, you see the message and your heart clenches.
‘I miss you - L.W’
You shut down the computer quickly, bottom lip quivering as you assume a student has just made a cruel joke at your expense by typing that message. Little did you know that the message was not the work of a cruel prankster, but of the ghost of the principal instead, who watched you longingly from not far away…
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After lunch, Wednesday leads Larissa through the school to Ophelia Hall, she turns to face her, ready to hatch her plan to torture her werewolf friend.
"Nothing too sinister," Wednesday assured the principal, though her words were laced with mischievous intent. "I just want to give her a good scare, something to… ruffle her fur a little."
Larissa sighs exasperated, knowing that whatever Wednesday has planned is bound to terrify poor Enid.
“I can assume you want me to play poltergeist?” Larissa says, used to the teenagers antics.
“Haunting, causing mayhem, throwing objects, the works,” Wednesday says simply, a glint of mischief in her eye.
“Very well,” Larissa huffs in an exasperated tone… “for Y/N,” she whispers after. Wednesday's smirk grew even wider, pleased that the principal was willingly participating in her scheme. She had a feeling this prank was going to be a success, thanks to Larissa's ghostly abilities.
Wednesday padded across the wooden floorboards of her shared dorm room with Enid. The room was neat and tidy, reflecting both of their personalities. Wednesday’s side reflecting her dark and macabre nature, while Enid's side was scattered with colourful trinkets and an array of stuffed animals.
Enid was sitting on her bed, engrossed in a magazine, oblivious to the mischief that was about to unfold. Wednesday smirked, silently waiting for Larissa to make her ghostly appearance. Enid jolted in surprise as the magazine she had been reading was yanked from her grip and went flying across the room. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a gasp of astonishment.
"What the...?" she muttered, her gaze darting around the room, searching for the source of the unexpected event. She was utterly bewildered, her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. Enid’s soft toys begin shaking at the principal’s manipulation before flinging to all corner of the bedroom, making the young werewolf scream.
One by one, they hurtled across the room, landing in various corners, bouncing off the walls and furniture. Enid let out a startled scream, her heart racing as she watched her precious toys being hurled chaotically around the room. It was a scene straight out of a horror film, and she couldn't make sense of the supernatural forces at work. The lights flickered and when one of Wednesday’s creepy dolls begins walking across the room towards her, that’s the final straw, as Enid runs out of the room screaming.
“A job well done,” Wednesday says simply, a hint of a smirk on her face.
Larissa sighs, her gaze lingering on the door that Enid just ran through, “will you help me now? I feel terrible for scaring the poor girl.” She watches the door as if the young werewolf might return at any moment, wanting to apologise but unable to.
Wednesday's smug expression faltered slightly as Larissa expressed remorse for their earlier antics. While Wednesday was used to toying with people and enjoying the ensuing chaos, Larissa had a softer heart.
"Fine," Wednesday muttered, her tone tinged with a hint of resignation. "What exactly do you need me to do?"
“You’ll see,” Larissa says softly and ominously, a small hint of a smile on her face.
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As Larissa and Wednesday wander the halls of Nevermore trying to formulate a plan, they hear crying as they pass your classroom. They paused in their step and Wednesday peeked around the door to see Enid crying in your arms about the prank.
“I miss Principal Weems,” Enid confesses, “she’d know what to do about Wednesday’s behaviour.”
At the young werewolf’s words, the reminder of Larissa’s absence, tears immediately pricked in your eyes as a sob threatened to escape your throat.
"Seems like our pranks have more far-reaching consequences than we anticipated," Wednesday muttered softly to Larissa, her eyes still fixed on the emotional scene unfolding before them. Larissa doesn’t even hear her. Her heart is aching from seeing your devastation. Your bottom lip quivers slightly as you try to hold it together for the sake of your student, tears silently falling down your cheeks now.
The sight of your grief tugged at Larissa's heart, her spectral form flickering with a pang of guilt. It was evident that their prank had unintentionally stirred up a well of painful emotions related to Principal Weems' absence.
As you gently stroked Enid's hair, offering her a tender gesture of comfort, your own tears continued to fall silently. The pain and grief you felt were palpable, echoing in the quiet classroom. Larissa's spectral form hovered nearby, watching your silent tears with a heavy heart.
Enid's eyes widened slightly, her own pain momentarily displaced by a wave of worry for you. She turned towards you, her voice soft yet slightly hoarse from crying.
"Are you... okay?" Enid asked weakly, her voice quivering with concern. Your eyes met the young werewolf’s, still shimmering with unshed tears. You attempt to speak but your voice catches in your throat and a sob wracks through your body. As the sob escaped your lips, the facade of composure crumbled, and a wave of emotion washed over you. It was as if the weight of your pain had grown too heavy to bear, and the dam holding it back had finally broken.
Enid's eyes widened even further, her heart aching for you as she saw the raw pain etched on your face. You wrapped your arms around the student again, crying into her shoulder.
For Larissa, the sight of you breaking down was heart-wrenching. The realisation of the pain her absence had inflicted on you was a piercing reminder of the profound impact that her loss had left behind. Her ghostly form trembled, her own tears falling silently as she observed your anguish.
“Y/N…” Larissa says softly, her own tears falling freely.
Your head snaps up. Larissa freezes.
Your breath caught in your throat, and a mix of disbelief and hope danced in your wide eyes.
It couldn't be, could it?
Your emotions were raw, your mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. You searched the air, seeking the source of the voice you thought you had heard.
“What is it Ms Y/L/N?” Enid asks curiously and you shake your head.
“Nothing sweet pea… I just thought I heard something,” you say softly.
The air seemed to grow colder, the temperature dropping just a few degrees as her ghostly presence became more prominent, causing you to shiver slightly.
As she stood in the middle of the room, Larissa's spectral eyes fixated on you, her gaze filled with a mix of longing and remorse. She silently watched as you and Enid comforted one another, her heart aching with the desire to reveal herself to you, to wipe away the tears that had been shed in her absence.
“Y/N,” Larissa says again, oh so softly and tentatively, worried she might frighten you.
As the spectral voice spoke your name once more, it was as if a shiver ran down your spine.
The soft gasp that escaped your lips was involuntary, betraying the mix of emotions surging within you. Was it your imagination? Was it the grief playing tricks on your senses, or had you truly just heard Larissa's voice calling your name?
You slowly extricate yourself from Enid’s embrace and sit up a little more, gasping, with tears filled eyes which meet Larissa’s from across the room. But as the seconds passed, the image before you remained unwavering. Larissa's spectral form, shimmering with a soft glow in the classroom, lingered there, gazing at you with a mixture of longing, love and sadness in her eyes.
Your heart pounded in your chest, disbelief warring with a glimmer of hope. You felt like all of the air had been knocked out of your body. You couldn't help but whisper, almost to yourself, "Larissa...?"
As you slowly stand, Enid is quickly steered out of the room by Wednesday, looking completely confused. The interaction goes completely unnoticed by you, your gaze not leaving the ghostly figure’s for even a moment. You remain rooted on the spot, tears silently streaming down your cheeks as your eyes remained fixed on Larissa’s.
“Hello darling,” Larissa whispers softly. At the familiar nickname, a sob breaks past your lips, feeling so completely overwhelmed by emotion.
“Am I going crazy?” You almost whisper, the immense emotion of the moment overwhelming you. Larissa’s heart ached, her beautiful blue eyes shining with tears. Her expression showed nothing but love and tenderness for you, and with a soft and sympathetic tone she spoke once more.
“No, my sweet girl. You’re not going crazy, I’m here,” Larissa whispers softly.
As Larissa's words reached your ears, your heart skipping a beat. Her soft, sympathetic voice, coupled with the tender term of endearment, felt like a lifeline in the chaos of your emotions. You sobbed softly, tears still flowing down your cheeks.
"Larissa..." you whispered again, your voice cracking. "How... how can this be possible? You're... you're supposed to be-" your breath hitches with emotion.
She took a step closer to you with a gentle fluidity, your words trailing off at the movement.
“I may be a spectral form, but I’m still me,” Larissa whispers. Taking a deep breath, Larissa summoned her courage, her voice soft and unwavering.
"My darling," she began, gazing into your tear-filled eyes, "there's something I've desperately wanted to say to you, for a very long time."
She takes in your expression, understanding that you were grappling with the shock of the moment. You reach out a tentative hand, seeking her touch, trembling with a mix of hope and uncertainty. As your fingers finally made contact with her ghostly hand, you gasp softly, not expecting to be able to feel her hand against your palm.
The touch was faint, like a whisper against your skin, and yet it sent a shiver down your spine. The contrast between the coldness of her spectral form and the warmth of your hand was stark and bittersweet. Your eyes, still shimmering with tears, met Larissa's gaze, searching for answers and deeply longing for an explanation.
Larissa's gaze softened even more, her expression filled with a gentle understanding. She knew the turmoil and confusion that your heart was experiencing.
With a voice as soft as a breath, she replied, "I know, love. I know this is difficult to comprehend."
“You’re dead,” you sob.
“I am darling,” Larissa whispers in return, stifling a sob of her own.
“Why can I see you?” You whisper softly, your body trembling with emotion. Larissa longed to explain, to soothe the pain in your voice and do anything she can to offer you comfort.
"I'm here because I had to see you, my darling girl," she answered, her words dripping with both affection and sorrow. "There are things left unsaid, things I need to tell you, and I needed one last chance speak to you, even in this spectral form." The room around you seemed to grow heavier with emotion as Larissa's words hung in the air. Your tear-filled eyes, still locked onto Larissa's, reflected a mixture of pain, confusion, and a flicker of hope.
"Allow me this opportunity to share my truth with you. I need to confess something important, before..." Larissa says softly, her words trailing off.
“Before?” You whisper, biting your lip to try to suppress your bountiful emotions. As the single word left your lips, a pang of regret tugged at Larissa's heart. She knew what was coming, the inevitable truth that hung over the situation.
With a mix of sadness and resignation, Larissa continued, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of finality. "Yes, sweetheart, before my time in this form fades. There are things I must share with you now, before my connection to this earthly plane fades forever.”
Your lip quivers but you nod in understanding, unable to speak any longer without being wracked with sobs. A blanket of silence settles over you both, the importance of the moment weighing heavy. Her voice, soft and laced with a mixture of love, sorrow, and longing, broke the silence after a few minutes.
"Y/N," she began, her words gentle yet carrying a weight of significance. "There's something I've kept hidden for far too long. A truth that has weighed heavily on my heart, something I ought to have confessed years ago..."
Larissa finally summoned the strength to continue, her voice barely above a whisper, but carrying a powerful weight of truth and emotion.
"My darling Y/N," she began again, her spectral form glowing softly as if in response to the intensity of the moment. "There's a reason my ghost remains tethered to this world, a reason I can't cross over fully to the other side. It's because…”
Larissa paused, the words lodged in her throat as if the weight of the revelation was making it difficult to speak. Your heart thumped in your chest as you silently implored her to continue, yearning for the truth that seemed so difficult for her to utter.
"The reason I'm still bound to this world, Y/N, sweetheart, the reason I can't fully move on..." her spectral form shimmered softly, the truth finally leaving her lips, her voice shaky. "I can't move on because…”
Her gaze met yours, filled with a mixture of love, sorrow, and the weight of hidden feelings. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the words, the truth, escaped her ruby red lips.
"Because for the last five years I have been falling deeply in love with you.” She admits, her voice shaky and her eyes still full of tears. “Oh darling… I was too much of a coward to tell you, I always thought I was far too old, work-focused and too solitary.” She begins to cry properly now, her blue eyes sparkling with the tears.
“You broke down all of my walls Y/N, so quickly that it almost scared me. I’ve always been guarded… scared to let love in, and yet I found myself falling for you far too quickly. Not a moment went by where I didn’t think about you in some way, and in my final moments you were all that was on my mind.” Larissa cries, now holding both of your hands in hers.
“All I could think about was my regret,” she sobs, “over how I never told you about my feelings, I think… I think that even if you’d have rejected me, at least I’d have been glad that you knew.” Larissa almost whimpers as the emotional pain wracks her body.
“I don’t expect love in return, I just needed you to know,” she almost whispers the final words, the significance of the moment weighing heavy on you both.
“All this time?” You whisper softly in return, tears falling freely down your cheeks as you take a step closer.
“Yes, my darling,” Larissa whispers in reply, her ghostly form now stood even closer, your fronts pressing together.
It was a bittersweet moment, a silent testament to the depth of her feelings.
“Larissa,” you whisper softly, Larissa’s eyes still locked onto yours.
“I’ve loved you forever”
The whispered revelation was like music to the ghostly woman’s ears, she cries as she responds.
“Forever? You’ve loved me… this whole time… even when I didn’t allow myself to dare to dream of my affections being returned?” She says softly and shakily, tears still falling fast. “My dear, have we really been such fools?”
“We truly have… I always thought my affections were unrequited,” you respond with a sad smile, your cheeks still streaked with tears. Larissa let out a soft, sorrowful laugh, her soft fingers hovering just shy of your face, aching to wipe your tears.
"Unrequited?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Oh my love... I watched you every day. The way you smiled at students, the quiet strength in your voice, oh you filled every corner of my heart. I just never dared to believe... that you might feel the same." Her form flickered faintly, as if the weight of five years of silence had finally lifted—only to leave both of you trembling in its wake.
Larissa gently cups your cheek. Our final moments together drawing near.
"There are so many things I've left unsaid," she whispered, her gaze holding yours in a look that felt both timeless and too fleeting. "But for now, let me say one thing..."
"In these last moments, my dearest," she whispered against your lips, her voice cracking slightly at the realisation that the clock was ticking. "I need you to promise me one thing."
“Anything,” you whispered in return, tears falling freely.
“Promise me that you will be happy, promise me that you will feel joy again, even in my absence. Promise me… that you will never forget me, as I will never, ever, forget you,” Larissa says so softly, her lips close to your own.
“Please… don’t leave me,” you whispered, your voice cracking with a sob. The quiet plea slipped from your lips like a fragile breath, raw and trembling with desperation. Larissa’s spectral form wavered for just a moment, her glow dimming for an instant, as if your words had struck the very core of her being. Her hand lingered on your cheek, growing fainter by the second, but she leaned in until her forehead touched yours.
“I don’t want to,” she whispered back, voice breaking. “But oh my love… I already have, and I will always be watching over you.” A soft light began to bloom around her, gentle as a candle flame. With a last lingering look, her eyes roamed your face, taking in every detail of your features.
“I love you Y/N,” she whispered against your lips.
“I love you Larissa,” you reply, crying openly as she presses her lips to yours for both the first and last time.
A beautiful golden light floods the room, the feeling of Larissa’s lips soft against your own. The light dimmed and you were left alone again, your chest aching from both the joy and pain of a love quickly found and then lost.
Just reread my own fic for the first time since I posted it (I was a completely different person in August last year for many reasons) and just had a - ‘wow, I wrote this?!’ kind of moment. Anyway if you haven’t read it before please go check it out🤍🤍
Hello I need an older woman to corrupt me… need her to slowly introduce her kinks to me until they become mine, need her to break my mind and mold me into her perfect toy… god pls if you’re there I need this so badly
Agrhhgghhhhh I want to be someone’s girlfriend and cup their face and be like “awwwwe so cute so cute” and pepper their face with little kisses and get like maternal instincts and cuteness overload from their cuteness face
what’s the point in having long pretty nails if they’re not gently scratching up and down a pretty girl’s back while she sleeps peacefully on my boobs ☹️
I crave to cuddle with Larissa and it’s becoming pathetic.
I just want bury myself in her arms, feel her warmth, her long manicured fingers running through my hair, her heart beating against my ear as I lay on her chest and slowly fall asleep right there.
I need help.
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