I Have Yet To Post Chapter Three Of My Fic Cuz Me And My Proofreader Low-key Broke Up But Uhhh Anyone

Lady Dimitrescu 25/31 Bath time

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could you please do something around the idea that everyone always expected reader to have kids but she just didn’t want them. She stayed a virgin so no one expected anything but before she had sex with larissa for the first time she tells her and the rest is up to youuu

thanksss

𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠..

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3.2k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: FLUFF, they're so cute, NSFW, first time, virgin reader, slight marking, dom!Larissa, fingering, oral sex, aftercare, soft

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Three..

The end of the day couldn't have taken longer to come. The rhythmic tick of the classroom clock echoed through the space as students finished up the remainder of the assignment, launching you all into a weekend that was well deserved. Your inbox, once a chaotic sea of emails, was now clear, grades were all caught up ad up to date, and you had signed every piece of paperwork you had. You were proud of your productivity, bit it didn't get rid of the jittery energy that consumed you, making every minute feel like an eternity.

Two..

A hand shot up into the air, a confused lycan attached to it, and it immediately caught your attention, causing you to rise from your seat and navigate through the maze of filled desks around the room. As you moved, the breeze caught the edges of your skirt, sending a shiver through your body and causing your arms to rise and rub warmth into your arms.

One..

You managed to answer all of her questions, the root of the problem coming from a formatting error within her document, and you watched as all stress seemed to fade from her face, a small, beautiful smile taking over her features. There was a certain magic i those moments when you watched as relief washed over them, something that translated beyond the academics and creating a comfort that made them feel like they could ask you about anything, school related or not.

RING

The sound of the bell had caught your off guard for just a moment, shuffling papers, moving chairs, and zipping backpacks overshadowing the loud ring that had come just before. You rushed to the front of your classroom, hoping not to be lost in the crowd of excited students, and wished them all a good weekend. You held the door open as they all left one by one, giving all of them a genuine smile, and some hugs as you watched them disappear into the hall.

You quickly turned around, a surge of excitement coursing through you as you thought about the weekend you'd get to spend with your lovely girlfriend that was just ahead of you after her work was done for the day. The routine was a familiar one, keeping things in their own spot to make coming and going easier. With everything stowed away in your bag and one of Larissa's coats wrapped around you, you left your classroom and into the slowing hum of students making their way through the halls.

You always took your time at the end of every week to talk to the passing students, being sure to ask about any weekend plans and give smiles to each one. The architecture made it all the more easier, the large cut outs in the towering walls lighting the campus in the golden hues of the afternoon, promising a beautiful sunset.

As you grew closer to your door, more excitement seemed to settle within your veins. Times with Larissa always seemed to make you feel whole, completely in your skin as your soul smiled back at her own. This weekend was one for just each other, something you both decided to do every other week, and it created a buzz to erupt in your being.

You brought out your keys as you approached the dark, heavy door, taking a bit longer as your mind wandered through the possibilities of how you could pass the time, and slowly undid the lock. As you pushed the door open, your keys fell to the floor in shock, your jaw dropping only to shift into a smile moments later.

As you looked around the room, you saw it was littered with flowers, the curtains were drawn open just a bit to allow the setting sun to filter through the room, small fake candles flickered around the room, and a few petals created a path toward your lit fireplace, illuminating your lover in the warmth. Larissa sat within a pile of pillows and blankets, the same petals and fake candles were settled within them to end your path and create some light, snacks and wine rested to her side, and your coffee table had been moved out of the way - she had created your perfect stay at home date night right under your nose.

You smiled as your made your way to the blonde, setting your things down and haphazardly kicking off your heels as you fell into her arms. You littered kisses around her face, starting along her jawline and ending on her lips. "I thought you'd still be working!!"

"I thought I'd surprise you with an early start to our weekend." She carried you into her lap while laughing, being sure to reciprocate any and all of the kisses you threw her way. Her arms made their way around your torso, pulling you close and capturing you in the safety of her arms. As she pulled away, a confused yet knowing look took over her face, making one appear on your own. Her hands smoothed over your sides, along your arms, against your thighs, until they settled back onto your hips. "When did you get my coat?"

A shy smile took over you, your own hands coming up to rest on her shoulders as you broke eye contact for just a second. A warm hand captured your chin, turning it up and making your gaze meet dark sapphire ones. You felt your face heat up as she looked at you so closely, as her overall dominance seeped from her skin. "This morning as I left your quarters.. I'll be sure to ask next time because I jus-"

You were cut off with her lips on yours, the action making your stomach swarm with butterflies and your chest swell with love. Her voice was low and just above a whisper as she spoke against your lips, "There's no need to worry, sweet thing.. It looks good on you, and it tells everyone just who you belong to.."

She leaned back in quick for another heated kiss, successfully stealing all the air from your lungs and making you whine as she pulled away. "Now, go get comfortable.. I'd hate to spend another moment apart from you, darling."

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The thick blankets and your lovers arms shielded you from the cold of your room as the movie played on the tv screen. The pillows against both of your backs gave you comfort from the hardwood floor under the sheets beneath you. The golden light of the setting sun had faded away, welcoming the silver moonlight and shine of the stars to enter your room. Your head rested against her chest, the steady up and down of her breathing bringing you immense comfort as one of her hands traced mindless patterns against your side.

You looked up at her for a moment, taking in her beauty as her eyes were focused on the screen. You watched her eyes move along the colors of the screen, the lack of mascara and eye liner making way for the blonde eye lashes that were always hidden from the gaze of others, then moving to her crows feet and smile lines, loving how they displayed a life that you were now apart of, and then to her unpainted lips which made a small smile come to your own as you studied the pale pink color.

You raised a hand up to her cheek, rubbing your thumb against the smooth skin as you moved to press your lips against her own. It was soft, loving, unexpected to the blonde but welcomed all the same. You felt a smile come to her lips as you kissed her, and the fact made your heart soar. When you pulled back, your eyes met her own and you were sure that you could get lost in them for an eternity, the dark blues dancing along with the lighter ones were a gem in themselves that you wished to keep forever.

"Thank you for doing this.." Your voice was soft, just above a whisper as you spoke, translating the pure adoration you held for her and just how much something like this meant to you. Your words seemed to take her aback for a moment, for she couldn't understand how someone so beautiful, so intelligent, so amazing to her could be thanking her for something so simple - she believed that you deserved the world, and this was just her first steps at giving you such.

"I'd do all of this again and more if it meant I could enjoy more time with you.." Her tone matched your own, and you suddenly found yourselves lost in the love that took over your bodies, took over the entirety of the room around you.

What a thing it is, to fall in love.. To have it eat you up from the inside out just the same as the one in front of you, to want to know everything there is to know about a person, yet still get lost in the beauty of the smallest details, to truly love all they have to offer. To cherish the company of the goddess in front of you was enough to feed your soul for lifetimes.

She leaned back in, connecting her lips back onto yours, and created a kiss that translated the love of that eternity - a softness so pure, so consuming that you were sure your soul was being devoured by her own, mixing in a timeless dance where every whispered confession, every stolen glance became so much more.

Her tongue swiped at your lower lip just as one of her hands made it to your hip, slipping under the blankets, under your oversized shirt and gracing the skin with her cool fingertips. It sent a shiver down your spine and easily allowed her entrance into your mouth. Your tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths as every exhale made her breath ghost along your face. It was as though everything else faded away, only the two of you existing in this moment.

She shuffled slightly, pushing her weight over and settling her body between your legs, never breaking the intoxicating kiss she had you in. When she pulled away, it was only to catch a few ounces of air, her lips immediately meeting your jawline to plant tender kisses there, only to move down, down, down against your neck.

Everything felt electrifying, a buzz running through your veins as her lips met your skin again and again and again. And, oh, her tongue felt delicious against your skin, smoothing out against your pulse point after sucking purple marks that made your breathing ragged, made it hitch as small whimpers escaped your lips.

It was when her hands smoothed over your bare sides, moving higher and higher and pushing the fabric up with every soft trace, that your mind seemed to catch up with reality. Your voice was breathy as you spoke, heavy with want but with a note of urgency, "Ri- Riss- wait.."

You knew where this was going to head, and though you wanted it, needed her, it was something she deserved to know. Everyone had thought you wanted kids as you grew up, but the appeal was never there. Due to the type of school Nevermore was, anything you could've really wanted in that realm was fulfilled by the love for your students. That all just left you a bit inexperienced in this department.

"I'm- .. I haven't- ..I've never-" It was as though the words slipped from you under her caring gaze, the blush on your cheeks being from a bit of embarrassment and from the growing heat between your legs. She looked at you with no judgement, trying to piece together what you were trying to say until you watched it all click into place for the blonde.

"This is your first time.." Her voice was soft, gentle as it coursed along your skin in a loving hold. She watched you nod slowly, catching the bob of your throat as you swallowed hard as you waited for her to continue. She brought a hand to your cheek, stroking it gently before she moved you both completely. She easily lifted you onto her lap, making you confront her with your full attention.

"There is nothing wrong with that, my darling girl.. If this isn't something that you want righ-"

"I do! I-" You watched as a knowing smirk rose to her lips, her hands rubbing along your sides to give you some comfort as your words got lost on your tongue. "I want this with you.. Can we.. I want you to show me what it feels like.. I want you, Larissa Weems.."

"Of course, sweet thing.." Her voice was an octave deeper as she responded, loving the way her name rolled off your tongue, and you watched how her pupils dilated just a bit when you rolled deeper into her lap. She grabbed a hold of your hips, grinding them against her thighs just for a moment before lifting you up and carrying you to your bed. "Though, you deserve so much more than the floor."

"If there's anything you don't like, we'll immediately stop. I want to make you feel good, darling.." She placed you gently against the mattress, watching as your body sunk into it ever so slightly and loving how you still reached out for her in your closeness. She paused, for a moment, as she looked down at you in pure awe.

Your skin was illuminated by the moonlight, shining just like the very stars that rested in the sky. Your blush was more prominent in the light now, the pink hue such a gentle feature along your skin, something she traced with her thumb, causing you to hold the back of her hand and press into her palm. Her other hand guided down one of your legs, and it was in this moment how she truly appreciated just how well you two fit together.

"You're beautiful.." The words had slipped out, her thoughts presenting themselves on accident, but she didn't wish to take them back.

You leaned up, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pulling her down with you. Your lips brushed against hers, your words a whisper before crashing your lips together, "I love you.."

The kiss was full of emotion, just like all the ones before it, but it quickly morphed into something more, something pleading, something begging, something hungry.. It was as though you were back to where you had left off, her hands gliding along your sides and pushing your shirt up to reveal more of your skin. When she leaned back to get a better look at you, she removed her own shirt and tossed it to the side, never taking her eyes off you.

The sight before you made your mouth water - pale skin that you hadn't had the pleasure of seeing before was now revealed to you, and you wished to see it again and again. Her lips trailed down your neck, lining your collarbones with little bites and bruises before moving down to your chest. Her hands squeezed your breasts as she kissed along the valley between them, her fingers softly smoothing over your nipples and causing your back to arch into her touch.

When her tongue swirled around your right bud, a pleasure filled gasp left your throat, immediately followed by whimpers and small moans as she continued her ministrations on both buds, forming them into hard peaks before she was satisfied. She looked up to meet blown pupils and your bottom lip between your teeth, and she knew that you'd quickly become an addiction.

She worked on getting rid of the rest of your clothes, pulling them down your legs and being sure to leave a trail of kisses down one and up the other as she did so. A moan left her lips as she saw your glistening core, causing her to trail one of her hands to your inner thighs, tracing her fingers along your slit to see what she had already done to you.

"I've barely even touched you, and you're soaked.." Her voice was husky, completely taken over by her lust. She brought her fingers to her mouth, placing them on her tongue and licking them clean. The sight made a whimper escape your chest, the need to feel her fingers, her tongue against you growing by the second. "Delicious.."

She brought her fingers back down to your core, collecting more of your juices before moving her fingers to your clit. The contact made you gasp, something that turned into unadulterated moans as her fingers worked in tight circles against the sensitive bud. "Fuck- Riss.."

Your back arched as she continued her movements, and you felt her lips start kissing down your abdomen, getting closer and closer to where you craved her..

You felt her fingers slip away, and a loud whimper left you, only to be cut off into a loud moan as her tongue replaced them, licking up your slit and swirling around your clit. You wreathed underneath her, a tightness forming in your lower abdomen that made you see stars.

Her fingers traced your entrance and, slowly, she pushed two into your core, moaning at how you immediately clenched around them. When you adjusted, she slowly started to move them in and out of your wet core, the sensation shooting electricity through your body and making you grip the sheets beneath you.

Your chest heaved with her growing pace, your back sore from arching at the pleasure and your thighs threatening to close around her head. Every touch she gave you was more fuel to the fire. She curled her fingers just as she sucked on your clit, and the action made all breath leave your lungs and a cry of a moan leave you along with it.

You felt your thighs begin to shake, the pleasure building itself higher and higher and pushing you towards the delicious edge. With another curl of her fingers, you came hard with a moan of her name. Your body shuddered as the waves of pleasure ran through you, and she slowly helped you right out your high.

You felt her lips travel up your body, causing your eyes to flutter open only to have her lips meet yours. You tasted yourself on her tongue and moaned at the fact, your kisses sloppy yet full of love for the woman above you. She pulled away for just a moment, allowing you to come back to earth as she came back with a towel and glass of water. She cleaned you up with a gentle touch, and brought the glass to you lips when your eyes had opened again.

After putting everything on your bedside table, she rested on her side, pulling you towards her as you settled yourself comfortably in the crook of her neck. Her fingers traced mindless patterns along your back, after she pulled the covers over both of your bodies. When your breathing finally settled down, you looked up at her.

Her eyes were shining, paired with the beautiful smile you loved so much, and it seemed as though she was glowing. With a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling a small hum from your chest, you tangled your legs together and rested your head against her chest, enjoying the sound of her heartbeat as sleep took over you for the start of a beautiful weekend.

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𝐚/𝐧: SHE'S BACK BAAAYYYYBEEEEEE

gods i missed Larissa and i'm so glad that i found the passion to write for her again. i was blasting out so much for her back to back that i was getting burned out and i hate feeling that !!

with finals coming up and holidays and stuff literally right here, i couldn't be as active as i normally am but it served as a nice break away from everything. i feel like i need those every so often so i dont get in my head about stuff i upload

ANYWAYYS

here you go anaon!! i hope you liked it !! sorry it took so long, i know im not very current on requests but i know you all understand and im grateful for it <3

xx,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

@autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze @weemssapphic @readingtheentrails @finnja555 @barbarasstar @vendocrap8008 @gwendolinechristieiscute @lilfartbox1 @agathaandgwenslesbian @lvinhs @elvira-dear @kimiinou @ladybathoryy

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Btw if we're mutuals and you feel like you always have to start the conversation I'm really sorry, my ADHD means I'm really bad at keeping track of people that aren't literally in front of me so it's very hard for me to keep up with Internet friends, even the ones I love the most cuz I'm either like "oh I wonder how they're doing?" and then do nothing about it or I'm like "oh so and so is messaging me yay! I wonder what's happened in the couple days since we last spoke!!" and they're like "so how was your summer" and I'm like "what?" and the last time we spoke was April.

Tl:dr; please don't read my lack of initiation as lack of caring, I'm just very bad at friendship maintenance skills like time management and task initiation

so if I said I have like. Oh I don't know, a multichapter Filipino Aswang named reader x Larissa x Marilyn fanfic complete with my art in every chapter but I'm just too shy to post anything ever.. would anyone read it?... hypothetically. Just. Just asking for a friend...

Edit: Reader's name is Claire Royales, she was also study buddies with Larissa in school. They met in the forest.

just gonna reblog this for... personal reasons

ETA: additions to this post (and fic recs!) are in this tag!

YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST THING EVER IS? IT’S SOULMATE AUS LIKE GOD DAMN I HAVE SEEN SO MANY ON FFN/LJ/AO3/TUMBLR OVER THE YEARS LIKE:

the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate(s) (so you don’t know them until you see them), and it goes away when they die

the one where you don’t know your soulmate(s) until you touch them

the one where you don'y know your soulmate(s) until you hear them speak, or hear them speak a certain word; your name, for example

the one where you get the name of the person in their handwriting on your body somewhere at a certain age

the one where the first thing they say to you appears instead

the one where you get each others’ fingerprints

the one where you get matching marks/symbols/tattoos

the one where your marks or words that change depending on what’s going on with your soulmate(s)

the one with the clock that counts down the time until you meet your soulmate(s) (multiple clock for multiple soulmates? one click until you meet them both? unexpected third soulmate showing up after the clocks drop?)

the one where when you sleep you dream of whatever they’re experiencing from their point of view until you find them, or AFTER you find them

the one where you can straight up talk to them in dreams until/after you find them

the one where you form a telepathic/empathetic link until/after you find them

the one where you share extreme physical sensation until/after you find them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts, if one of you is getting lucky the other one gets a little hot and bothered

the one where the closer you are to them the more aware of them you become, and you find them playing a hot/cold game; for instance, colors get brighter and brighter the closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far away

the one where once you turn a certain age/one night a year you swap bodies with them for one night and you have a limited amount of time to leave/collect clues to their identity

the one where being next to your soulmate(s) can heal you from things people don’t normally heal from

the one where only your soulmate(s) can kill you (maybe you can still be killed by age/disease, maybe not, maybe you become vulnerable only after you lose your soulmate(s))

the one where reincarnation is also a thing and meeting your soulmate(s) either unlocks or erases memories or your past lives until the next one

the one where in universes with magic meeting your soulmate(s) activates your powers/unlocks more powerful magic

SOULMATE AUS WITH COMPLICATIONS:

blind characters who can’t see if the world’s in color or black and white

characters like x-men’s rogue who literally can’t touch people; characters who have been through trauma who don’t want to touch people

hard of hearing characters like clint barton who can’t hear their soulmate speak without hearing aids/at all or on the flipside characters who can’t speak; maybe it still works in sign language, or maybe it doesn’t

people who can’t read/can’t read the language the words on their body are in

characters like bucky barnes who’ve lost hands and/or had their fingerprints removed

soulmate clocks that time out in the middle of the crowd; there’s an entire craigslist category for finding who else was there that day with a clock that timed out too

famous characters speaking to or performing for a crowd and suddenly their world is in color/their clock times out/etc and every member of the audience pretends to be this celebrity’s soulmate and a cinderella type situation ensues with the finding

soulmates playing the hot/cold game and they kEEP MISSING EACH OTHER

insomniacs who rarely sleep, much less at the same time/different time than their soulmates

soulmate ot3s/ot4s/otmores where you dream in varying people’s povs every time you sleep and get super confused

people who get sick or injured and frantically search for their soulmates so they can survive

people who need to be in medically induced comas and their soulmates have to stay away so they don’t accidentally wake them up

the one where soulbonding is actually a choice and someone chooses to bond with someone they may not know or like to save their lives and have to figure out if they can unbond or if they have to live with the situation (and of course learn to love one another either romantically or not)

new souls who don’t get memories of past lives because they don’t have one and panic

muggles/people without powers who of course CAN’T get them upgraded or unlocked

COMBINATION AUS:

the one where you one or both of you have to do all three (see your soulmate(s), touch your soulmate(s), hear your soulmate(s)), or all three have to happen at least once between the 2+ of you

or it’s completely random how you find your soulmate(s): one of you gets a name and the other gets a fingerprint, one of you has to hear your soulmate and one of you has to see them, etc; particularly useful if you happen to be blind or deaf

same for characters with other disabilities/who have “complications”: they get or find a different way of finding their soulmates, not better or worse, just different

THEN THERE’S SOULMATE AUS THAT DON’T HAVE TO CONFORM TO LIFELONG MONOGAMY:

the ones where you have more than one romantic soulmate at the same time or you get a new soulmate after the first dies

the ones where people have multiple soulmates of different types and it’s color coded; a red name/mark/etc for love, a blue one for friendship, etc; for the ones where you start seeing color you get a new one for each soulmate

the ones where some people have romantic soulmates and some don’t, and those that don’t are still perfectly happy anyway, maybe in a relationship anyway, maybe not

the ones where some people have multiple romantic soulmates who may or may not also be soulmates with each other

aromantic or asexual people who have soulmates who are not and they manage to work it out

romantic and sexual people who don’t have soulmates but find happiness anyway, either with someone like them or someone not like them

SOULMATE AUS THAT EXPLORE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF SOULMATES BEING A THING:

the ones where soulmates are for everyone and get legal aid to help stay together, like if their in-laws try to keep them apart/someone risks getting deported/someone gets drafted/whatever

the ones where soulmates are super super rare and TECHNICALLY get exempted from shitty things like “people of different races/the same sex/etc can’t get married/have relations/etc” but maybe still face a lot of prejudice and they fight to get those types of awful laws lifted for everyone

agencies that exist to help you find your soulmate(s) or figure out which soulmate thing you have but some of them are just shams, bonus points for this being in a verse where the thing is exceedingly rare to begin with

people pretending to be soulmates to take advantage of the laws, for good or ill; the couple who loves just as fiercely as a soulmates who will do anything to stay together, or the shitty people who try to claim they’re mated to people who’ve rejected them so they “have” to stay together

tabloid mags photoshopping matching soulmate marks or following big legal cases where someone tries to prove or disprove that they are soulmates with someone else

soulmates in universes where they’re a rarity or rare soulmate types like ot3s/ot4s/otmores in dodging government officials because they don’t want to become lab rats

people who don’t believe in soulmates until it happens to them, or people who believe hardcore and want to find theirs but they don’t necessarily have one, or don’t have a romantic one

little rituals that make finding your soulmate more likely, like shaking hands with people as often as possible even with the cashier ringing up your groceries, repeating each other’s names after you’re introduced, etc

just give me alllll the soulmate aus ok, give me people finding each other in spite of complications, give me all the delightful plot twists, give me detailed worlds where this changes the norms, give me it working out in the end whether romantically or not, bonded or not

feel free to reblog with sources! (or MORE AUS.) a little over half of these are things i’ve seen elsewhere over time and i cannot remember where they are all from

haha or if you’re into this sorta thing you could just take pity on me and reblog it anyway this took an embarrassingly long time to type up oh my god ;;;;;;;;;

Sometimes i pour the milk in before the cereal first during sleepovers just to spite the host. You invited me here, and that was your first mistake

I went awol on my YouTube account and everybody keeps asking me why. This. This is why.

Im trying not to scream rn its like 7 in the mprning and i share a room with the 'rents

Give me a fucking lady Dimitrescu x OC fic please

I shouldn't cause you're rather aggressive @get-frickin-rekt but I am a kind soul who wants Lady Demitrescu to step on me as well. Enjoy

(Also I don't do ocs but I based it off your oc rat)

When she sees me

Lady Demitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, age difference

"you smile like an idiot when you see her"

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The fifth Lord, that's what you were. Well- that wasn't a very accurate title nor term to what you were within the dysfunctional family Miranda had morphed and fleshed out in some vicious attempt to bring back her daughter. You were what the Cadou made you. Like all the other Lords, Moreau being the exception, you had some human traits like form and appearance along with your temperament with the other Lords. As much as you were perceived to be a Lord and you technically had your own home, you often mingled with the fair Lady Alcina; it was mostly just pleasant conversation over her well made Sanguis Virginis.

But as said, you were made- altered by the Cadou, like becoming a rather tall vampire lady and... Capturing the eyes of- no one. You add the ability to manipulate Spiders and their webs, similar to the way the three youngest Demitrescu's daughters were with the flies. It was a mutation that you often found yourself playing around with, stealing things from Heisenberg to please Alcina or simply freaking him out with the largest spider you could pinpoint in his factory. It was a secret, but Karl Heisenberg had a terrible case of Arachnophobia; it was pretty embarrassing to watch.

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"You super sized-" was mostly what you pinpointed from the the argument going on from your position beside Alcina's seat, glancing up at the Lady's expressions to make sure that Heisenberg hadn't toed the line.. Which he definitely had before. "Listen here you mutt loving maniac," Alcina shot back which almost earned a laugh from you, "we both know that Mother Miranda has a plan and we must trust it. You can't do anything anyway Karl." From her throne Miranda nodded in agreement, along with Moreau who was nodding more vigorously than even the Mother was. "Since Alcina pointed out an undeniable fact this meeting is over, I have more things to do than listen to you two argue." That was pretty much the end of the meeting, it was almost a flash of feathers and Miranda was gone from your constantly dulled vision, Alcina sighed in displeasure as she turned on her feels and wisked herself away from her fellow family members.

It was quiet, near silent, since it seemed like everyone had left while you were staring at Alcina- then the annoying rumble of Heisenberg's voice interrupted your thoughts."You smile like an idiot when you see her," He pointed out with a grin and the tilt of the cigar in his mouth, "even with these sunglasses on I can see those pearly whites (Y/n)." You knew it was true, even quiet Donna accompanied by less quiet Angie had pointed it out after one of the meetings- Moreau had stared with confusion which was enough for you to understand everyone had noticed. "Fuck- I know that Karl," you hesitated slightly, "I am an idiot around her. Ya know, I don't even like Sanguis Virginis! I just drink it to talk to her more..." For a moment he stared, then let out his wretched laugh, "I've seen you drink it you Arachni-freak. It's obvious."

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You almost could hear her voice as you stared up at Lady Demitrescu's figure, knowing you were doing the usual smile as you fawned over her and stopped listening to anything really. "My dear? Are you alright? Did you get into the Wine? I know you like it but I didn't think you liked it that much," you knew you were flaking out- dazed in confused by the presence of this woman. "No, my Lady, I'm simply basking in your warmth." You could see the surprised glances of the little Maidens as they skittered away in fear, unsure of what Alcina was going to say about the uncalled for comment from her favorite Lord. She laughed, the melodic chant of joy was a gift from the heavens themselves. "I appreciate the comment my lovely, but there's no warmth coming from me," she declared a more than likely true fact and one you wished you had known.

You laughed as well, rubbing your flushed face before stating another true fact to the fair Lady. "My Lady, I cannot confirm nor deny that fact considering I have yet to hold onto you in any fashion." Alcina quirked her head, thinking for a moment before offering out her larger than life hand for you to hold; which you didn't take any time clasping onto. It was cool, though not cold like Cassandra or Bela or Daniela. Soft as well, only the hand that a mother would have it seemed. "You aren't warm, no my Lady, but I could change that if you so wished," you proposed to her with hopeful thinking and a smile. All you got as a nod, and her own hand clasped around yours as she began to talk about something else, chirping on about getting a new Maiden and making up a new batch of your favorite wine.

You knew Lady Demitrescu was needed elsewhere when, in near unison, her daughters called out to her for they needed assistance. She let go of your hand, standing up to her usual full height in which you followed by standing as well. Surprising you more than anything that day, was when Alcina bent over to press a kiss to your upper cheek. "You know (Y/n), you could've just asked to hold my hand."

I know you've been hurt in this walk of life. (let me find my shoes, I will walk with you.) - A Larissa Weems x Reader hurt/comfort fic.

A/N: purely self indulgent. as previously mentioned on the last episode of dragon ball z, my partner of two years broke up with me. On top of that, I've been relapsing because I'm oh so smart, but enough of the sob story, Have this fic I coughed up during my Depressive episode

This isn't proofread because, well, my proofreader dumped me 😭

TW: Self-depricating thoughts, Self-harm, implied child abuse, just the sads all around

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Your life was shit. Pure unadulterated shit. It feels like from the moment you were born the universe was out to get you, like every circumstance was a "fuck you" to the face. Nothing ever went right for you. For starters, your parents were the absolute worse. They were constantly breathing down your neck about your grades and about how you present yourself in public, gotta protect their image they would say. From a young age you had to act older than you ever should have had to. Then in highschool everything just came crashing down on you, fear of the future, dread from the past... you finding out you were an outcast was just the cherry on top; it was one thing for you to be your family burden, but now you're also a blood sucking monster! Just your luck.

Life was a sea you were drowning in constantly, you felt as if there wasn't a day where water wasn't in your lungs and your mind wasn't constantly belittling you. It was tiring, exhausting, whatever else is synonymous. You just want it to stop. You wanted to feel something other than your emptiness, your constant dread of a lack of purpose.

Maybe that's when it started.

The first time was an accident. You were working on a school project and was cutting up some cardboard for a model, unfortunately you're a clutz and you accidentally dropped your cutter. You winced and grabbed your wrist which was now bleeding. Oddly enough though... you didn't really mind. You'd blamed the vampirism then but.. then you found that the cuts on your wrist went from accidental to on purpose.It was a dumb idea now that you think about it, you realise that now, maybe not then. You wanted to feel something, anything. The stinging sensation of the blade piercing your flesh was intoxicating, it hurt, but it hurt so comfortably. You found solace in it, no matter how morally grey it seemed.

But now, several years later, standing in front of your bathroom sink and staring down at the very same flesh you've abused all theseyears you can't help but loathe the scars you made. It's entirely your fault, you think, but that doesn't make you hate it any less. You stare and stare, each scar a reminder of how miserable you were, how pathetic you were.

It was a reminder of what life was like before her.

Larissa was a breath of fresh air in your miserable life. If you walked around with a rain cloud above your head she was the one holding and offering you an umbrella. She made your life a little bit more tolerable simply by being in it. Ever since meeting Larissa, you've noticed you've made some good changes to yourself. One of them being that you were almost half a year clean from cutting yourself!

..Almost.

Your hands grip the edge of the sink tightly, fighting back tears as you stare at two fresh scars you made the night before. That familiar feeling of dread filled you again, blinding yourself from seeing reason. Relapse is normal, Larissa once said, but you refused to tell her, you didn't want to disappoint her.

Then again, nobodys more disappointed in you than you are.

You're so lost in your self-loathing that you fail to hear the front door to your apartment open, Larissa had a spare key, you felt it was only right for her to have one by your 7th monthasarry. She calls out for you from the living room, but you're too busy hating the person in the mirror to realise that.It's only too late when you realise. The door to the bathroom clicked open, your angel's voice filled with such worry over your silence. You're like a puppy around Larissa, the moment she's back in your vicinity you're like a dog missing it's owner and suddenly you're all over her. Not tonight, though. Tonight you were quiet. Tonight you were staring at yourself and your scars, hating yourself like you always do.

It's only then you look up to stare at her, she's quick to be by your side her hands rough, a testament to her hardwork, yet so soft and gentle when handling you. She grabs onto your wrist and notices the fresh scar from the night before, her beautiful oceanic eyes painted with deep worry.

She takes you to your bedroom and sits you down. She's talking, but it all feels like it's underwater to you, you felt like the world and everything around you wasn't real at the moment, with nothing but the ringing in your ears distracting you. You try to make out what she's saying but ultimately give up. She's cleaning your wound, you notice, she's taken a first aid kit and she's making sure your cut is properly disinfected. Her touch is so soft and caring, it almost makes you tear up and cry. You stare at her, her eyes fixated on her task. You take a moment to admire her, her beautiful blonde hair, the way her brows furrow and her nose scrunches when she's focused.. for a moment, you're lifted from the tide and you can see clearly; you see her. Your Larissa, Your love.

When you realise those blue eyes are staring back at you, that's when you notice you seem to have regained your grasp on reality, she's looking at you with such warmth yet such worry, you feel bad for burdening her, but you've never been a burden, not to her, no. She adores you. She wishes you could see that.

"Are you okay?" Her words finally register, you blink at her, unsure what to say. Are you okay? You don't know yourself, honestly. She can see the conflict going on in your mind and hums, as if understanding something, her hand hovers over your cheek, a silent question in her eyes. You press your cheek into her palm and nuzzle into it, your eyes closing at the warmth and familiarity of her touch. Her eyes soften at that, her thumb caressing your cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shake your head, finding yourself unable to speak. She nods in understanding and the two of you stay there for a while, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you.

Eventually, She moved you further onto the bed. Her heels were discarded somewhere across the room, her coat hanging against the headboard, you stare up at her as she situates you so that your head lay on your chest, the steady rise and fall of chest calming your nerves and anxiety that you didn't even realise was there.

Silence falls between you two again, but you don't mind at all. Her hand mindlessly draws shapes on your back with her fingers. You bury yourself in her embrace, her touch alone lifting away all your worries... well.. almost all of them. You felt the need to open up to her but you hesitate, that same old voice in the back of your head telling you not to bother her with your pathetic whines. But as you look up at her and you find her staring back at you with nothing but love and warmth.. you can't help but let the dam loose.

You lay there and open up about everything, how tired you've felt recently, how disgusting you feel especially when it comes to your scars. You want to cry, but you can't, so you just kept it all in until you couldn't anymore. As you rant, She listens to you intently, her eyes filled with nothing but understanding and care. When you end your small tangent, she brings your wrist up to her face and presses a kiss to it.

"Thank you for telling me," She whispers softly, her lips pressing against the skin of your wrist, you shiver at the contact, confused as to what she's doing. She continues to kiss your wrist.. no, your scars, you notice, and you watch in silence, your eyes curious yet filled with warmth.

She takes her time with each one, each kiss soft and meaningful. You could feel the pure love radiating off of her, it was overwhelming. It nearly made you cry, but what really did it were her next words."I know I can't do much to help you see yourself the way I see you." She mutters against your skin, her eyes reading into yours.

"But not once have I ever found you pathetic or disgusting, nor have I ever thought you were a burden." She pulls away from your wrist and caresses your cheek once again, her gaze filled with sincerity. You listen to her, clinging onto each word, the familiar feeling of warmth from her comfort already lifting the weigh on your shoulders.

"And most of all," She grabs your wrist with her free hand, her fingers gliding across the skin. "These scars... while the way they got there is.. unconventional. They're a testament to how resilient you are, how resilient you have been."

"I will never view them as disgusting, because despite everything, they still make up the person that you are, and I love you all the same. And I'll continue to do so, For as long as you'll have me."

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Tears sting your eyes, but not in a bad way, never in a bad way with Larissa. Your heart was swelling with such gratitude and love for the woman before you. You can't help but stammer like an idiot, your tears spilling down your cheek. It was an embarrassing sight, you're sure of it, but not to her, she wipes away every tear wordlessly, no judgement or mockery in her eyes. Just pure unfiltered love, love you never recieved growing up, love you needed all this time, love you deserved, love she offered.

As you fall asleep that night with her arms wrapped around you and the steady beating of her heart lulling you to sleep, you come to the conclusion that living isn't so bad, as long as you had your Larissa.