Larissa x reader

Battle scars| NSFW / angst

*A/n we are all use to me writing at ridiculous times in the morning so I'm starting this at 4:30 am but probably won't post it till monday. I can't sleep and this prompt is refusing to leave my head.*

Tw~ burns scaring. Alluding to smut but not detailed.

Prompt~ Reader is nervous to let Larissa see her body due to having scars. Unsure if they want to show Larissa due to how they acquired them. Larissa doesn't question it tho just focusing on kissing each and everyone one. smuttttt if you can please for this reader will have the ability to generate fire.

Long sleeve tops or dresses and a signature pair of lilac cloves where a standard for you. Daily never removing any of them. No matter the weather. Now of course you knew the dangers for yourself. You'd had your fair share of dehydration when learning to control your ability. In fact that was the period when you gained the scars that marred your otherwise beautiful arms. Reminders of the lack of control you once had. You knew how ugly they were. And that's why you were gifted the gloves that you never took off. Unless you were sure you'd be alone. If you hated seeing them then no one else should have to. Especially when teaching at Nevermore.

Teaching Elemental control in the school is what led you to this moment. No one knew of your ability not even your girlfriend, Larissa Weems. Elements fascinated you way before you discovered what you could do so it wasn't exactly hard to convey your passion without revealing the secret. People asked about the gloves. It was only natural. Especially your girlfriend. She never pushed tho sure you would tell her when you were ready. Just like you hadn't pushed to find her ability. Shapeshifters were definitely a less known breed of outcast. That made you feel honoured to call one yours.

Speaking of Larissa Weems, you were sat with your head resting against her shoulder, mindlessly watching the flickering dance of the flames in front of you. You seemed to be entranced not even realising your love looking at you. Today being your 6 month anniversary you both decided that it was time for the next step. A bit of wine was had to relax you both, not that it seemed to calm your racing thoughts. After tonight Larissa would know. She would know how imperfect your skin is and will always be. You'd never be the women you were without this ability. You palled in comparison to her unmatched beauty. A literal goddess. And oh how you longed for touch. A craving that you'd never allowed to be stated. Clothing always remained a barrier.

"Darling? You quite alright there?" She murmured getting your attention. Your cheeks flushed realising she'd caught you zoning out. You made sure to quickly reply hoping that she wasn't blaming herself in anyway . "I'm okay just thinking my love"

She slowly blinked her eyes at you tilting her head as a silent why? "I need to speak with you before we go back to your room..." you trailed off nervously playing with your gloved fingers that were resting in your lap.

"Is this about your gloves?" She queried. Oh how you adored her beautiful intelligent mind. You gave her a nod and she reassured you to take your time and only talk if you were ready. Nothing had to happen tonight. She made sure to reassure you of that.

"I- you don't know my ability, but it's why I'm always so covered. I do not take my clothes off around or in anyone's presence. You will be the first to experience this and I understand if you don't want me after. I mean we could always turn the lights off right? So you don't have to see them? That's what my ex did. I kept my gloves on and we had the lights off. Until she freaked out and left when she accidentally caught a glimpse of me days later." You were rambling. Spiralling off into many different trains of thoughts without finishing the first.

"Darling, hey hey take a breath. Just breathe a second okay? Can you do that pretty girl? Breathe for me." She comforted you slowing her own breathing to help regulate yours. Your rambling letting on just how much of a thing this was to you.

"There see good girl" she praised noticing how you'd calmed significantly following her breathing pattern. "Darling I promise you I won't be scared off. I would very much like to see all of you. You're absolutely stunning my dear." She stated with a tone leaving no room for argument. This was her genuine thoughts and feelings, another reason why you were even considering tonight. You whimpered out in a voice sounding incredibly small "okay" before standing and walking to her bedroom that you'd often been in to just cuddle or nap. Wordlessly she followed you.

You sat yourself on the bed and slowly took each finger from the gloves you slipped them off hesitantly, neatly folding them to your right. Only then did you roll your sleeves showing the amount of damage that laid there. Waiting on bated breath you watched her eyes drop in sadness as she took in the sight. "I um I can generate fire. And with this as a youngling I had no control over my emotions and often burned myself with my own power. Never anyone else just myself. It's tied to emotions I've learned over the years. And I can manipulate fire in other ways. Such as pushing fire out or in through an aura" you finished your statement waiting for her reaction. Hell you would settle if she'd at least blink right now.

"I'm sorry I can put them back on it's okay I'm sorry I'm sorry I know they aren't pleasant god I'm sorry" you rambled fumbling to adorn the lilac gloves. Only stoping when a bear hand touched your marred bare hand. You flinched away from the contact. So unusual and unfamiliar. Yet you didn't want to move away. God no wonder this is popular. Touch was certainly addicting and you could see yourself craving it more and more from your girlfriend.

"I'm sorry darling I didn't mean to. Do they hurt? I don't mean to hurt you I just don't put them on?" She whimpered out eyes transfixed on your bare hands and arms.

"Uh no they don't hurt. I don't really feel the heat at all and my hands are always warm but they don't hurt. Are you sure you want them off? What about the light? I know they are ugly you don't have to try and protect my feelings" you stated back almost unbelieving that she wasn't phased.

"Can I? " you nodded dumbfounded watching as she brought her lips to each burn that scared your body. Ghosting them ever so lightly over each and every one in reach. Shivers ran through your body. This was dizzying and magical and you wanted more.

"They don't bother me darling. Your battle scars are beautiful. Just like you. My pretty one. And I would very much like to spend all night showing you just how much I mean that statement. " she informed you holding your gaze making sure you understood every word. These scars wouldn't keep her from loving you.

"I uh I'd like that" you mumbled embarrassed. The embarrassment soon forgotten when her lips found yours. A innocent loving kiss soon turned into a passionate and lustful one.

And Larissa did she spent all night worshipping your body and you did the same for her. The most beautiful experience you had ever had. Lights on being able to see everything. Her expressions and her touch, a new favourite addiction. Larissa seemed to enjoy the warmth of your bare skin on hers so you made sure to rest them on her skin as you both basked in the afterglow of your night. You could stay like this forever.

When the slim fingers began to trace the patterns the burns created you tensed slightly before relaxing. Although it feels amazing it was definitely going to take some getting use to. "Darling, thank you for trusting me with your battle scars. I hope you know I love them just as much as you honey. You're so beautiful" she murmured not moving her gaze from her fingers still tracing your arms idly. This was all you ever wanted. Someone to love you for you. Burns and all.

Word count~ 1436