Larissa x reader

Gestures of love| fluff

*A/n~ a fluffy self indulgent fic that I am mainly writing or myself. I'm so sorry I haven't posted yesterday I've been going through some personal stuff. Which is actually what prompted this fic*

Prompt} touch starved reader isn't use to receiving the love and attention her body craves without their being a hidden agenda or used as a punishment.

Your past was something you tried to forget about. Your home is Nevermore. Your family? Nevermore. Friends? Students and staff in Nevermore. Your home town? Jericho. Now as much as you craved the facts just stated to be true you had to live with the fact it wasn't. This place and these people may not be blood but a chosen family doesn't require sharing blood. Teaching outcast history was one of the few things that brought you an unmatched joy. Ironic really, you spent all your life running from your past only for your comfort to be learning of others pasts.

Despite your reserved nature, you excelled at your job. Students love you, staff would admire your work and the principle made it clear that your work is nothing short than extraordinary. That doesn't mean that you didn't struggle. You did. Struggling in silence due to your reserved nature. Which is what lead you here. In your room, breaking down.

Today being a particularly hard day for you, all you could do is isolate yourself and work through the emotional turmoil. Conflicting feelings battling for dominance over your already exhausted body. Tears racing down your cheeks with no end in sight. Your eyes stinging as you continued to just feel it all. All the overwhelming pain of the past. You know it won't get better till you allow yourself to feel it. In the safety of your quarters you just basked in the negative emotions waiting them out. It was only a knock at the door they grabbed your attention.

You brought your hands up to wipe the tears away. Pointless really as they continued to fall instantly. In half a mind to tell the other person to leave, we'll that all died on your tongue as you saw her. The one and only amazingly talk principal. Her eyes scanning the room in an attempt to work out what was causing you emotions. Unable to find anything of use she stepped into the room shutting the door.

"Y/n? Are you quite alright?" She murmured keeping eye contact with you watching carefully for any drastic changes.

"Hmm just okay" you hummed out not really registering that she didn't believe you. Tears still streaming silently down your cheeks as your gaze was fixated on the glowing of the fire. The orange glow reflecting beautifully on your normally pale skin.

It was then that you felt a pair of strong arms snake around your waist. Stiffening at the contact instantly. Your body reacting as if the taller women was a threat. Your breath hitched in your throat getting stuck there. The room starting to spin, you kept trying to remind yourself you're safe. No one would hurt you now. Nevermore was home. And Larissa was not any danger to you. Your attempts clearly not doing any good the older women withdrew herself from you almost instantly afraid she'd overstepped. Apologises flying from her lips, she moved to stand in front of you rather than behind you. "Y/n? Can you try to breathe? You need to breathe for me."

The words coming out muffled sounds like you were being held under water. Only being human it was natural the panic spiked when you were failing to calm your breathing. Larissa's voice guiding you out of the fog like a lighthouse. You eventually pulled yourself out of your own head.

"I uh what was that?" You whimpered feeling disgusted at the weakness seeping through your words.

"Um a hug?" She mumbled back the conversation evident in her voice. Before she stumbled into a stream of apologies for causing such a reaction.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry y/n are you okay? I'm sorry."

Wrapping your arms tightly around yourself you can't help but long for her arms again. Eyes flicking up to her arms and back down to the ground once more you whisper ever so quietly "I uh again?"

"Again? Darling I don't want to upset you..." she trailed off unsure if she was going to invoke another bad reaction. All she received was a small shy nod causing her to slowly wrap her arms back around your waist this time pulling you into her chest.

The endorphins released was something you'd never really experienced before. Still tense you and Larissa just stood basking in the glow of the fire. Finally when your shoulders loosened and a happy sigh left your lips, only then did Larissa tighten her hold on you. She almost missed it when you whispered a confession into her chest. The beating of her heart lulling you into feelings of contentment and safety. "No one's ever done this to me before"

"Ever?" A frown gracing her lips. You deserve all the hugs in the world and it hurt her heart that you didn't receive them. "Darling I'm so sorry" she mumbled.

"Larissa, I think I um forgot what this could be like. This is helping. Can we uh um stay like this longer? If that's okay?" You whimpered out fearing the rejection or even worse being pushed from her arms and left never to experience this again.

A gentle kiss to your head and the hold around you tightening ever so slightly. "As long as you need it darling." She assured you. You could tell how sincere she was with her words.

In fact it was that the spurred you on in your emotional state to explain further. "My family aren't touchy feeley people and uh I please don't let go." A few more kisses dropped to your head as her slender fingers stroked at your waist before bringing a hand up to tangle them in your hair. The soft scratching at your skull and the steady beating of a hear below your ear soothing your troubled mind and broken heart. You may not have experienced this kind of touch before but this ? You could get use to this. In fact you may even crave it.

Word count ~ 1066

*A/n~ not sure what I feel on this. But reader being touch starved is something I experience and I was hugged for the first time since experiencing a traumatic event in 3 years. Touch is extremely powerful and shouldn't be Wielded as a weapon to hurt anyone. I should've really posted this yesterday but I was exhausted from all the feelings and today I'm in my own headspace so this may not be my best work*