#laurissa

[laszlo-writes]

Been wanting to re-watch Wednesday but unfortunately that would require re-watching Wednesday. A predicament indeed.

[dianneking]

The Disease (Larissa/Laurel)

The product of my Sunday evening Angst writing addiction, presented to you with only minimal editing and proof-reading. Written (belatedly) for day 5 of May Trope Mayhem 2023 by @duckprintspress​, with the prompt: Hanahaki. Crossposted on AO3 (link here and in the title below).

Tags: Angst, Hanahaki, Not Actually Unrequited love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Spoilers for Season 1 Finale of Wednesday (2022), Fear of Death, Disease Diagnosis, No Lesbians Die, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Marilyn is Laurel but Laurel is Good, Feelings!, Alcohol consumption.

Fandom:  Wednesday (2022) Pairing: Larissa Weems /Laurel Gates | Marilyn Thornhill Wordcount: 1774

 The Disease (Marilyn|Laurel x Larissa) 

The first time it happens, Laurel thinks it’s a cruel prank from one of her students. Teenagers are cruel, she thinks, and outcasts teenagers can be even more creative in their cruelty (little freaks she used to call her in the privacy of her mind, but recently she hasn’t been able to do so without picturing how sad Larissa’s face would be if she’d be able to hear that). And she’s sure it’s a funny prank in their eyes: the botany professor coughing up lungfuls of petals? How poetic.

But no matter how much she tries, she cannot get her students to confess who had it been, and she’s too ashamed of being the victim of a prank and unable to discover the culprit to go complain to Principal Weems (she wouldn’t mind the excuse to spend more time in her study, but she feels pathetic to go and complain like a little girl). She tries to forget the shame and when Larissa’s warm eyes meet hers that evening over both of their glasses of wine, she can passably lie and state that her day had been ‘alright’.

Except it happens a second time, and this time it is only her and Larissa when it happens, interrupting what had been an intense moment, when, made bolder by the alcohol in her veins, their faces had been getting closer to each other, as if pulled by an invincible magnetic force. Laurel had seen her own desire mirrored in her principal’s eyes, and she had seen how the taller woman’s tongue had come out to wet her lips in anticipation…but when their mouths were but a breath apart, she felt the tell-tale pressure behind her breastbone and she has to turn away, her hands clutching spasmodically at her mouth, trying to hide the colorful petals from sight.

She is unsuccessful, and Larissa’s horrified face is all she needs to see before running away from it all: the almost-kiss (her father and her brother and her mother are all screaming at her from their tombs, asking her why hasn’t she started on her plan yet, why wasn’t she extracting revenge on those monsters who had ruined her family), her boss who she most definitely shouldn’t be falling for, and the embarrassment of those petals still coming out of her airways. Or trying to run away from it.

She does a decent job of hiding in her conservatory over the next few days, thankfully helped by the weekend, but the cough attacks come about in increasingly frequent bouts, and on Monday she has no choice but to visit the nurse office.

She sees the pity on the nurse’s face before hearing it in their voice. I’m sorry, they say, you seem to be suffering from Hanahaki disease. The name doesn’t tell her much, but the tone is not that of good news. Laurel wonders if she’ll die of it before avenging her family, and the thought gives her more comfort than it should have (it’s not just Larissa - a part of her is starting to come to love her girls in Ophelia Hall, and the way her students’ eyes sparkle when she shows them particularly deadly plants - and she now realizes that no matter her prognosis, the plan for revenge has already died before she does).

She pretends to know what the nurse is talking about and looks up the disease on internet as soon as she gets to her classroom. She had to sit down to process the news. The words stare at her unrelentingly from the screen.

When afflicted by Hanahaki disease, the patient is subjected to cough attacks with production of copious amounts of flower petals, if and only if the patient is concomitantly affected by one-sided affection towards another person. The natural cure for the disease is for the recipient of such affection to return the feeling, or through surgical intervention. The inevitable side effect of the surgical procedure is the assured loss of the feelings the patient had. If left untreated, Hanahaki disease leads to certain death within the timespan of a few weeks.

A few weeks. That was all she had. The next few days go by in a haze, as her brain processes the information. Even if her insurance paid for the surgery, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back to how her life was before falling for Larissa (she had been plotting to slaughter a school full of children for something that happened way before most of them were born, that was not a good place to be in mentally).

She wonders if she should tell Larissa. But that would serve no purpose, other than let the other woman feel guilty of her inevitable demise. And Laurel thinks she knows Larissa enough to know that she would feel guilty. She would add Laurel’s condition to the ever-growing burden on her shoulders, and possibly try to take on the costs for her surgery as well. No, she wouldn’t tell Larissa.

“Marilyn, we need to talk.”

When she hears that name falling from the other’s lips she knows that there is another secret that she doesn’t want to take to the grave with her. She doesn’t want to die as a lie. So when she meets up with her principal that night, she asks her to listen first, and Larissa looks at her with a stony expression as she retells the story of the Gates family and of how little Laurel had come back to her hometown to extract revenge but ended up finding a new, happier family in Nevermore, among the outcasts.

When she finishes her story, Larissa takes a sip of wine, and Laurel wishes she was able to go back to when those blue eyes looked at her with warmth and desire, instead of being unreadable as they are now. Guarded.

“Why are you telling me this, after all this time?”

And Laurel apparently is uncapable to lie to her anymore, because the truth falls from her lips in all of its ugliness, as she looks away from the unspoken accusations she thinks she can see in the icy depths that she so loves (She loves her so much, her chest constricts even when she’s not coughing up petals).

“Because I’m dying.”

In the stunned silence that follows, her lungs seize up once more and she (once again, it was starting to become a habit) runs away from the principal’s office. She doesn’t want to see the pity mix with distrust. She wants to remember the way Larissa looked at her when she was just Marilyn, and she wasn’t dying (at least, not quicker than any other person).

But she lives in a school, and the location of her quarters is not only well known to students and staff, but also clearly marked in case anyone forgot (Larissa never forgets anything about Nevermore, she’s sure of that) so her escape was always doomed to be a short-lived one. That night, Larissa enters through the door without knocking, her normally pristine appearance disheveled, with creases in her clothing, and flyaway hair sticking up in all directions (her makeup looks smudged as well, almost as if she had cried, but that’s impossible, so Laurel explains it as a trick of the light). Laurel drinks in her appearance from where she’s sitting at her own tiny desk overflowing with botany books (God, she’s beautiful even when she’s agitated).

“Who is it?” Larissa asks, her voice commanding as if she was herding her students during a school trip.

“Who?” Laurel asks, even if her gut already knows, and it feels like it’s been filled with ice and dread.

“You have Hanahaki, right? Who is it that you have feelings for?” She looks even more agitated, making her way towards Laurel, then apparently thinking better of it and settling for pacing the length of her tiny office (with her long legs, it takes her barely a couple of strides in either direction, but that doesn’t seem to stop her).

The ice had turned to lead in Laurel’s insides, and she can only whisper: “Please don’t ask me that.” The answer seems to physically hit Larissa, because she recoils and stops dead in her motion, before once again crossing the room, and falling to her knees besides Laurel’s chair. Laurel can only watch her, feeling as if her eyes are bulging out of her skull in surprise (What is the meaning of this?).

But then Larissa’s eyes are looking up at her, pleading, (she’s definitely been crying, there’s no denying it from this up close) and she begs her: “Please, at least let me take you to the nearest specialist. I can pay for the surgery. Please don’t just give up.” And there are tears in Laurel’s eyes too because she cannot explain to her, because Larissa is a good person who feels bad for her friend and she wouldn’t be able to understand. So she just shakes her head, no, she wouldn’t go to the surgeon. (She’d never give up her love).

She’s surprised when Larissa grabs her shoulders and shouts (Larissa Weems is not a woman who shouts when she’s angry – she only shouts when she is scared and overwhelmed). “BUT YOU CANNOT JUST DIE!” and Laurel brings her hands tenderly to Larissa’s face and tries to wipe away her tears, and tries to put on a brave face, and tell her boss that everybody has to die sooner or later and that is a fact of life (she doesn’t tell her how scary the thought of dying is).

And then Larissa is not only crying, but she’s shaking with sobs, and her voice is small and soft and broken when she tries to argue against that. “But you cannot just die, because, because…” And then, smaller, softer, and even more broken “…because I love you.”

And just like that, the oppression that was getting heavier and heavier against Laurel’s breastbone suddenly lifts, and she is cured of her ailment. And she feels lighter and more alive and happier than she’s ever felt is her life up until now because she’s not dying, after all (at least, not quicker than any other person), she’s not going to cough up petals anymore, and, most importantly, her feelings are returned.

Her lips find those of Larissa, and taste the saltiness of her tears on them, lightly, tenderly, before pulling back slightly and murmuring, still unable to fully believe it:

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

And then their lips meet again and this time it is passionate, overpowering, and filled with requited love.

Liked it? You can find more angst (& other stuff too) on my fanfiction masterlist!

[milf-lover42]

That’s it I can’t be silent anymore. I’m TIRED of people who write fics or headcanon lists and say “Marilyn isn’t Laurel” or “Laurel Gates doesn’t exist”. YES SHE DOES and that’s why she is SO INTERESTING. Marilyn by herself is cute but that is NOT who Laurel is! I like her fucked up! “Episode 8 never happened” YES IT DID she killed Larissa and it sucks but that’s how it is and I STILL SHIP THEM. Y’all are cowards, just headcanon AROUND IT. Laurel has an antidote! Or even Morticia! Larissa’s shapeshifter biology allows her to survive the nightshade - ANYTHING.

The beauty of the Larissa and Laurel ship is that it is DEVASTATING. They are in love, and Laurel is constantly tormented by her own mind because of it! She gets a job at Nevermore to enact her plan but she falls in love with the PRINCIPAL? And it shakes her to her core, but she’s so hung up on her “family legacy” that she can’t put it behind her because she’s fucked up! Her family fucked her up! She lost her brother and her parents (and she probably was the one to find her mother’s body) and was left feeling like she had to continue the mission for them, and it’s a messed up mission but it’s how she was raised. The whole time she’s at Nevermore she’s trying to keep her “I hate outcasts” mindset going, but those kids are so special to her and she gets to the point where she HATES herself for continuing with the plan, but she still does. Because her father was abusive and made this mission seem like all that mattered in life. And she cannot break free of the grip he still has on her, even in death.

And Larissa. Larissa is the loneliest woman around. Heart broken from her teenage years with Morticia and always feeling inadequate. Always feeling like she would never find love or be able to love again because she was hurt. so. deeply. But she manages to fall in love again, with Marilyn, and she has NO IDEA what’s coming for her with Laurel and it’s AWFUL!

And it’s everything.

I refuse to deny Laurel her identity. She deserves to at least remain herself.

Anyways sorry for the rant, I just love her too much.

[yourhomiecaz]

They’re girlfriends for god sake!

[laurengalaxyy]

Is my everything

[ljanemusic]

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.” By Victor Hugo. The future musicians preparing for our master class on Sunday. #youngmusician #future #JAMM #juniorartist #juniordirector #Ljanemusic #ljms #laurissa #jane #LaurissaJane #funnykids #jokes #family (at Baldwin, Nassau County, New York)

[milf-lover42]

I'm in love with your fics! Do u have any Larissa x Marilyn/laurel hcs?

Sorry this has taken so long to get to! Finals week as a woman in stem and all that.

I have so many HCs, some I don’t even realize are separate from canon and some are just wildly niche, so thank you to my most beloved @laszlo-writes for writing some up with me. We both headcanon the same stuff so we are just splitting them into different posts :)

Larissa

She has got chronically cold hands. She’s always cold, but her hands are literally ICE.

Her coffee order is actually the one Tyler said to Laurel at the Rave’N. That’s not Laurel’s, she gets her daily matcha latte. So the “double cap, no foam, two pumps of sugar free vanilla” is obviously Larissa’s order that she just picks up.

She REQUIRES 3 meals a day. She is 6’3, her body needs food. She’s not much of a snacker, she eats full meals and is content until the next meal time. She’ll get hangry QUICK though if she misses a meal.

Laurel

Literally addicted to caffeine. Not funny haha, really addicted. She cannot function without SO many coffees (and ofc her daily matcha latte).

Loves a little snack, keeps a ton in her desk and will pass them out to students if they ask. She loves a good animal cracker.

Experimented with necromancy way before her Nevermore plans, she had to make sure it was going to work.

Both of them

Larissa will always order an extra side if they go out to eat, because Laurel will always pick off her plate no matter how much food she has left of her own.

Laurel has to get up earlier than Larissa to take care of the plants, and when she comes back to bed her feet are ICE cold and she puts them on Larissa to warm them up. Larissa is less than a fan of this.

Thank you so much for the ask!! There are more headcanons that we have but this is what we have written down officially so far :)

[laszlo-writes]

@milf-lover42 and I planning out the next few devastating fics in our Laurissa collection