#princple weems

[cordeliasdarling]

Birthday (Larissa Weems x Reader)

Notes: This is a random piece about Larissa and reader both being students at nevermore. Reader is popular, Larissa not so. (I know I’m so sorry it’s a bit sad.) I saw a prompt ages ago that inspired this so creds to them idk who.

Let me know if you want a part two! And pls don’t let this flop haha :0

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To say I was popular.. well yes, you'd be right. I'd worked hard for it, looking perfect, getting high grades. Of course my natural personality was a winner amongst my peers at Nevermore academy. It made me feel good, more than just for my ego. I liked to know that people liked me for me. I wasn't fake, I said things as they were, and luckily it wasn't rejected.

"Hello, earth to (Y/N)!" I jolted out of my personal monologue by my best friend, Cleo. When we'd met for the first time, we clicked instantly. She knew me better than anyone else, and I loved it. And I knew her the same way.

"Sorry, just daydreaming." I chuckled quietly and glanced around at the surroundings. We were sat on the freshly cut green grass in the courtyard. It was a warm day with a refreshing breeze. Perfect for lounging around. Just beyond me and Cleo were the rest of my friend group, who were all talking, laughing. I enjoyed the company.

Then something caught my eye, actually someone.

She had silvery blonde hair, and was much taller than any girl in the school, and not just because we were the oldest in the school (we were all in our last year). The school uniform brought out her deep crystal eyes, in a way that made me smile automatically. Larissa Weems was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Cleo nudged me, a grin on her face.

"I don't know why you don't just ask her out. What's the worst that can happen?"

I rolled my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips. My eyes were still on Larissa, watching as she walked along the open corridor on the side of the grass. Her eyes were on the ground, probably watching where she was going because due to her height, she often bumped into the shorter students, forgetting her stride was bigger than others.

"She most likely will be straight. Then turn me down, laugh in my face, and leave me all alone forever." Groaning, I leaned back, laying down properly on the grass.

"You should invite her to your birthday party." Cleo suggested, taking a sip of her water bottle, which she'd slid in a few ice cubes to keep her cool in the summer heat.

"She doesn't go to parties." Well, that's just what I'd gathered from all the parties I'd been to, she'd never been there, much to my disappointment. Having drinks in our systems may have given me more courage to talk to her.

Before Cleo could reply, one of my friends approached us, causing my eyes to leave Larissa just as she disappeared through a door.

"Hi, Mary." A welcoming smile on my face, as usual. She smiled back, sitting closer, in front of Cleo.

"I was wondering if you could help me with the Math homework? It's totally okay if not." People often asked me for such favours, as it was no secret that I got top grades, and I was always happy to help.

"Yes, of course!"

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"Alright everyone, today we're moving to the greenhouse for the lesson." Mrs Faye called out to everyone before they could sit down. A faint groan was heard, because we all knew how hot it would be in there. But we didn't protest, mainly because we all loved Mrs Faye, and she always made our lessons fun.

There were desks already set up in front of tables with a plant pot on all of them. All of the students grouped together in twos, though I hung back, deciding which table I would go to with Cleo. But she nudged me, secretly gesturing to Larissa who hadn't partnered up yet. My eyes widened, knowing what she was suggesting.

"No!" I whispered, but Cleo had walked off with someone else, sending a wink my way. Internally I groaned, knowing I'd have to woman-up. So I approached Larissa, a faint smile on my lips, almost grinning as her eyes met with mine. I was lost for a moment, looking up at the girl I had the biggest crush on. And she had no idea, because I was secretly an awkward lesbian.

"Hey, wanna partner up?" I asked, cursing to myself because my tone didn't sound confident enough. She nodded, her expression softening. I felt a pang of sadness for her, because she was always the last one to be picked. It shouldn't be that way.

We walked to the last available bench and sat down, facing the front.

Mrs Faye talked us through the project, and soon we were left to our own devices, having to dissect a flower to see the roots and whatnot.  At the same time, we grabbed the scalpel to start. A blush appeared on my cheeks, whereas Larissa just smiled that beautiful smile.

"Sorry." Mumbling, letting her take it and begin the work. My eyes watched her movements, wondering what her larger hands would feel like linked with mine. I was short, well not short in the grand scheme of things, but just smaller than the average nineteen year old. Did that make me and Larissa Weems less compatible? I hoped not.

The lesson went by in a blur, mostly me letting Larissa do all the work, something that was unlike me, but I was just very busy. By busy, I meant building up the courage to ask Larissa to my birthday party. It couldn't be that hard, just a few simple words. But the feeling of rejection was something I never wanted to feel. I'd always had an easy time when it came to dating. All boys though, much to my distaste, but that was the consequence of not coming out.

"Larissa?" My tone was even, not holding confidence or nervousness. She tilted her head to the side, making eye contact with me. I nearly ran out of oxygen, looking into those deep ocean blue eyes.

"Yes?" Her voice was smooth, velvety even.

"Would you.. would you like to come to my birthday party tomorrow?" Urgh, I hated the way my pathetic voice sounded so hopeful. I hoped she didn't detect it.

She didn't say anything for a full minute, seemingly lost in thought. Eventually she shook her head slowly. "Sorry, I'm busy tomorrow."

My heart sunk, hanging my head in despair. So this is what rejection felt like, a crushing feeling in my gut.

"Oh, that's totally okay." I forced a smile, staring at the now dissected plant as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Damn this. Of course the prettiest girl in school wouldn't want to come to my party. Literally almost everyone in my year would be there, except for her.

Mrs Faye then called out to the class, dismissing us all as the hour was up. Time flew fast, it seemed.

Larissa left the class before me, grabbing her bag and exiting quickly. I tried not to stare, but I didn't really relax until she'd gone completely. Not in a negative way, but because I was so awkward and down.

"So how did it go?" Cleo grinned, her arm slung around my shoulders as we left the greenhouse. I didn't reply, just groaning in a way that I hoped verbalised the rejected feeling.

"Ah. Playing hard to get. Well, there are plenty more fish in the sea." She slapped my back in what seemed to be a comforting way, but it just added to the pain. Yes, I know I was just a nineteen year old student with a silly little crush, but Larissa seemed like so much more.

As we walked along the corridor, I spotted the very girl I was mooning over, talking to a small group of people. They all seemed to shake their head in response to something she said. Larissa seemed to smile, though it looked superficial, like something had upset her but she was trying to cover it up. They all dispersed, leaving me in a state of curiousness. I was tempted to go over to the people who were naturally my friends, to ask what that was all about, but we needed to get to our lesson.

And by the end of the day, it had slipped my mind.

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The next day rolled around, and I was walking out of the changing rooms, having just had track. I was alone, which was unusual, because I had decided to do a couple more laps, insisting my friends should go. They all wanted to get ready for my party anyway.

I slipped on my uniform, not bothering to tuck my shirt into my skirt. Bag on my shoulder, I moved towards the door, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a muffled sound coming from the toilets. Frowning, I inspected further, walking into joining restroom. The sound happened again, and this time I figured out it was stifled crying. The sound tugged on my heartstrings, because the pain was clear in the tone.

"Hello?" I knocked on the cubicle door softly, and the crying abruptly stopped. The was a long silence before the door opened slowly. It revealed none other than Larissa Weems. My heart sunk further, who hurt my precious girl?

"Oh.. it's you." She mumbled, walking to the tissue dispenser, grabbing a few sheets to dab at her smudged mascara. "I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine." I followed her, about to place a hand on her arm, but stopped myself, in case she didn't like physical contact. She stared into the mirror, at herself, until her gaze shifted to my reflection.

"Don't you have friends to run off with?" She muttered, eyes now lowering to look at her hands.

"They're not important right now. Can you tell me what's wrong?" I tried my best to make my words as gentle as possible, and it seemed to work because fresh tears filled her eyes as she turned around to face me.

"We have the same birthday but everyone goes to your party, not mine." Her voice cracked, looking away in some type of shame.

It all clicked, the reason why she was 'busy', the reason those people were shaking their heads, as they weren't going to her celebration, they were going to mine. I didn't even know her birthday was on the same day as mine.

"Oh, Larissa.." I whispered, my arms opening to embrace her. She didn't move away, instead stiffening up. "I'm sorry." Though those two words didn't do much comfort.

"It's fine." She sounded cold, and suddenly pushed me away gently. Tears were in my eyes now, just like hers, except she had fiercely wiped them away.

"Have fun." She then left, her footsteps quick against the lino flooring, leaving me speechless. I wiped away one tear. I had caused her pain, and that I would never forgive myself for.

I had to make this right, I had to make her feel better, in whatever way possible.

So I furrowed my eyebrows to come up with some sort of plan.

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Sickness and Sprains (+ asthma)

Pairings: Reader x Weems (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You're sick and it triggers your asthma badly which leads to getting injured as well. Weems helps you out.

TW: Asthma attack, injuries, sprains, swelling, general sickness stuff

A/n more of me projecting in my fics, (i hate my asthma but it did get me out of sport in high school so that was great)

Being sick was miserable. But it was even more so while you tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Going to all your classes despite the ache in your bones. The tightness in your chest that begged for a hit of your asthma puffer. But you couldn’t. You left it in your dorm and there had been no time between classes to go back and get it. Damn did you feel some massive amount of regret about that.

Your asthma was always at its worst when you were sick and this chest infection that had made a home under the lapels of your nevermore blazer was certainly giving your lungs a run for their money. Each breath ended in a small wheeze, and you were stifling coughs as your felt the ragged and shaky intake of air in your lungs with each breath. You were only half paying attention to the botany teacher who was stood at the front of the room lecturing. You were merely pretending to take notes yet the page in-front of you was as blank as the glassy look in your eyes.

You were exhausted. Waking up in the night coughing and hitting the puffer just to fall back into a restless sleep. You were pretty sure based off the heat you could feel cooking you from the inside out that you had a fever. But you would be damned to do anything about it. Asking for help was simply not in your nature.

You absent-mindedly fiddled with the cap of your pen still staring out the huge glass windows. You must have not been paying attention or time slipped away from you because the next second you were dismissed from class. You stood righting yourself as you swayed slightly, and Enid shot you and odd look, but you turned on your heel and left before she could say anything.

Walking through the hall was hard enough on a good day with the amount of people. But when it hurt to breathe sitting down, being suffocated in a hallway while walking seemed a very real possibility. In a dazed state you kept knocking into people slightly muttering a brief apology and going back to trying to stay upright.

After a moment of walking with your eyes trained on the floor you ran straight into someone. Before you could see who, it was you felt yourself fall backwards and your wrist connected with the wall behind you. And good god did it hurt. Pain flared down your arm as you felt hands on your elbow to stabilise you from falling all the way to the floor. What little air you had managed to keep inside you very unhappy lungs was knocked from your chest leaving you wheezing something awful. You felt strong arms wrap around you as the slight vertigo of the fever made interpreting what was going on rather hard.

You rested your head on the nearest thing and after a minute registered based on the rhythmic movements that someone was carrying you. You wheezed deeply and rested your head against the persons chest. Trusting them seemed like your only option right now. It took a minute for you to realise your bag was over one of their shoulders and another minute to register who the person was. Your cheeks flushed slightly. Principle weems was carrying you bridal style through the halls. Luckily the rest of the students had gone to class, but it was just your luck you had managed to collide with the one person in the school with all the power.

Blinking you still felt the harsh ragged wheezing ratting your lungs and you tensed in her arms coughing into the crook of your elbow. Pain shot through your chest sharply before numbing back to the dull ache of a chest infection asthma attack hybrid you were growing to know quite well. After another minute your breathing was getting worse, the wheezing was sharper, and it felt as if someone was stabbing you between the ribs. Mouthfuls of air seemed to have less and less of what you needed in them, and it seemed like it just wouldn’t stay inside your lungs.

Your wrist was still burning and in your fevered haze you hoped someone would bring you your asthma puffer.

You felt your body being gently set down on something soft. The couch in weems office. You rested your head on a pillow and watched her blurry form retreat. You make a noise of protest not wanting to die alone and you watched her lips move but heard no words. After a moment you shut your eyes trying to control the breathing. Your right arm cradled your left wrist and slowly the sound came back to the world. The crackling of the fire was what you heard first before you could hear and make out what weems was saying.

“That’s it Y/n deep breaths. Nice and slow. I’ve almost found it. You're doing such a good job darling.” You could hear her rummaging in the desk drawer of her office before she made a noise of success and moved back to your side. You felt her lithe fingers gently hold the back of your head as she pressed a puffer to your lips. She was still speaking.

“Now take a deep breath in.” She said exaggerating her own breathing.

“And out.” She said. “And in.” This time when you drew a breath she pressed down on the puffer and the medicine shot into your lungs.

“Hold.” She said and waited for a bit before gesturing for you to breathe. This time you were simply panting, the wheeze almost gone. Weems lent forward and brushed a stray curl from your eyes.

“There she is.” She said and you managed a weak smile. “Do you need another round with it?” She asked holding up the small blue device. You shook your head, and she patted your thigh before setting the puffer down next to the couch.

“Im going to go and get a first aid kit, some ice and a thermometer. Stay here for me, ok?” She said and you nodded again.

Your head still swimming slightly you stayed seated. After what felt like not enough time she returned with the things. She gently placed an ice pack wrapped in a cloth over your wrist and at first you hissed at the cold contact on the sore skin but sighed after a moment. It helped dull the pain slightly.

“Alright sweet girl. Can you open your mouth for me. I’d like to take your temperature. You felt a bit too warm for my liking when i had you in my arms.” She said pressing a thermometer to your lips. You parted them and she placed the stick inside. “Under your tongue.” She said and shut your jaw with a finger on the underside of your chin.

“Now. I know that wasn’t a regular old asthma attack. I have seen many of those in my years teaching and not many have managed to scare me quite as much as that one did. A+ for effort but next time let's try to keep breathing. It's quite important believe it or not.” She chucked. She placed a hand on your knee and looked into your eyes. “Whats going on darling? It’s not like you to not watch where you're going now is it?” She said and you looked absolute miserable. All the exhaustion of keeping up the pretence was ebbing, and you were left with nothing but pure exhaustion.

“‘M sick.” You muttered around the thermometer and weems clucked her tongue and the stick beeped. She gently removed it from your mouth and looked mildly surprised by the number displayed.

“101.9 far too high.” She said disapprovingly. “Here take these.” She said and handed you two small white tablets and a glass of water. You complied and only winced slightly as the water stung the sensitive flesh of your throat which had been irritated by the coughing. Weems began to gently lift the ice pack off your wrist to inspect the swelling and gently press on parts of it. Apologising profusely when you would wince or suck a sharp breath.

“Do you have any idea whats wrong darling?” She asked and you nodded wearily.

“Chest infection.” You said.

“Have you seen the nurse?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“No time. Busy.”

“Darling there is always time for your health. Studies come second.” She said patting your knee. Gently she replaced the ice on your wrist. “Im almost certain it's not broken darling, but it is badly sprained. You’ll need to keep icing it over the next few days. I’ll excuse you from classes for the day provided you stay nearby, preferably in my office so i can keep an eye on you. The nurse is not here today she called in sick.” Weems said frowning. “Have you eaten today?” She asked. And you nodded.

“What have you had darling?” She asked skeptically.

“Just some jam and toast and some juice.” You replied. She frowned.

“Is your throat sore at all?”

“Just from the coughing.”

“I’ll bring you some cool water to sooth your throat and if you feel up to it, please help yourself to some biscuits. I’ll have the cook send someone up with some broth for lunch later.” She said standing and brushing invisible lint from her skirt. You nodded feeling exhausted.

“Sleep if you need. Im here if you require anything.” She said once she had returned with the water. You took a tentative sip relaxing a sigh as it soothed your throat. It wasn’t long before your eyes began to close, and you felt the glass being pried from your fingers. You didn’t fight her on it, simply succumbing to sleep.

Weems returned to her desk, typing on her laptop and sending off some important emails. She paused every once in a while, to gauge the wheezing as you slept, to give her an indication of if you required anything.

It was about two hours later you woke up feeling cold. You whined softly unsure of where you were. You heard a chair move and saw the face of Principle weems couching beside you. You grinned lopsided.

“Oh dear.” She said looking at your flushed cheeks and slightly damp curls. She placed a gentle hand to your cheek before moving it to your forehead and humming in disapproval.

“I fear your fever had risen.” She said fetching a thermometer and shooting you a worried glance as you giggled deliriously.

“Darling, under your tongue.” She said popping it into your mouth.

You smiled a goofy smile and did as you were asked. You both sat looking at each other until it beeped. Weems seemed to be looking for anything further that was ailing you but only found the constant wheeze of your breathing and sweat soaked form looking slightly parched.

Once she removed the thermometer she frowned again.

“W’s wrong?” You slurred.

“102.7 we need to get that down.” She said and gently passed you some more meds and a water. You took them gratefully and she left for a moment before returning with a small basin and a washcloth. You watched curiously as she dipped the rag into the water before wringing it out and gently wiping the sweat that had beaded on your face.

With careful and precise movements, she wiped down your cheeks and forehead. Once she had finished her ministrations, she dipped it once more and wrong it out before gently placing it on your forehead where she left it to rest. You hummed in content at the cool feeling on your face and weems left for a moment to bring you the broth she had kept warm on a silver tray.

“Isnt sil’r li’e bad for the wolves?” You asked still loopy and gesticulating wildly. Weems raised an eyebrow.

“It's not real silver darling.” She said and placed the tray on your lap, adjusting the pillows and cloth so you were sat more upright. Your hands shook making it very hard to get any of the soup into your mouth. Weems placed a soft hand over yours.

“Let me.” She said and slowly began to spoon feed you the soup. Between mouthfuls you gave a small pout which weems had to fight not to smile or roll her eyes at. Once the soup was all gone, she placed the tray back on the coffee table and adjusted you once more.

“Rest now. Your body needs it.” She said brushing the hair from your eyes with her fingers and once more adjusting the crooked washcloth.

Your eyes seemed to close on their own as you drifted off once more still glassy eyed and mildly confused. You felt a hand rubbing your arm gently until you were fully under the guise of sleep.

The next time you woke it was dark and your body felt stiff. Wriggling more upright you stretched reviling in the relived tightness of your muscles. You heard the click of stilettos and weems appeared once more.

“How are you feeling?” She asked pressing her hand to your cheek. “Your fever has gone down.” She noted and you nodded blearily.

“I feel better.” You said punctuating with a cough. She looked at you and raised a brow.

“I need more than that from you Ms L/n.” She said and you blinked.

“My throat doesn’t hurt as much but my chest still aches. It feels tight and it rattles when i breathe. It's not as unbearably hot in here as before so I guess thats good.” You said softly. Weems nodded.

“Yes. I suppose it is.” She said and tapped your cheek. “Open.” She said and slipped the thermometer under your tongue.

The two of you sat in a comfortable but slightly stiff silence waiting for the beep. When it did you knew the routine now well enough to let weems remove the stick from your mouth herself. She hummed a seemingly happy hum.

“100.2 it has gone down.” She noted and gave you and approving nod. You beamed and let out another small cough. She frowned. “Time for more meds.” She noted and handed you some more pills. You took them unassisted this time and weems handed you the puffer.

“Don’t think i didn’t notice your breathing being shallower. One hit, is all i ask.” She said watching closely as you administer the medicine into your lungs and sighed after, your airway feeling less tight and chest feeling more open.

“Good.” She said plucking the blue device from your open palm and placing back on the coffee table. She peeled the rag from your forehead and patted your arm.

“Let’s take a peek at your wrist.” She said and gently removed the ice she had been periodically placing there whilst you slept.

Your arm was resting on a pillow to elevate it and she gently examined it with soft pressure applied by her thumbs and fingers to gauge the swelling and pain. Once more she apologised when reaching any tender areas before giving a nod and replacing the ice.

“It's very much still swollen but I believe it will be ok. I'd like you to wear a sling and wrist brace to restrict movement and rest it until i deem fit.” She said and noted the bruise that was forming there. “Now, other than that are we feeling much the same?” She asked and you nodded. She hummed and stood.

“I’ve some work to attend to but need anything and I’ll be just over there.” She said pointing to her desk. You nodded and began to doze lightly as her heels returned to her desk. Not even meaning to you fell asleep to the sound of her keys typing.

It was safe to say weems was quite the nurse. When you woke the next day, you felt miles better than before and stood making your way to the bathroom. Once you had finished you made your way back to the lounge.

“What are you doing?” As voice said startling you and you felt, and arm wrap around yours to stabilise you.

“N-nothing i needed the bathroom.” You said and weems hummed and gently led you back to your makeshift bed.

“Let’s take your vitals and see what we’re dealing with today.” She said and gently deposited you back where you had been for the past 24 hours.

She took your temperature, pleased your fever had broken in the night. She examined your wrist and listened to your breathing, satisfied it had less of a wheeze than the day before. After this she stood and walked over to her desk, you watched her curiously. After a moment she found whatever, she was looking for and retuned to your side. She crouched in front of you and gently took your injured wrist. She guided it into the brace she had procured from her desk and explained how she had found one from the nurse's station earlier that morning. After adjusting it and making sure it was correctly applied to restrict movement she told you to rest some more, and you did.

Over the next few hours your improved greatly before weems dubbed you fit to do slightly more strenuous activity’s. She had Enid bring you the classwork you missed and the two of you worked side by side for the afternoon, weems typing away on her computer and you studying whatever classes you had been taking. After a while you paused spinning your pen between your fingers.

“Principle weems?” You asked and she looked up pausing.

“Yes dear?” She said.

“Thank you.” You said and she smiled.

“Anytime darling.”

MASTERLIST

[cordeliasdarling]

The Dance (Larissa Weems x Reader)

Word count: 1589

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Notes: This is my first Larissa fic so pls be nice! Any interactions will be much apricated.

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Darkness filled the sky, sun setting and moon rising. Tonight was the school dance. I'd been dreading it, but also looking forward to it. On one hand, there would be a whole hall-full of teenagers. On the other hand, I knew they would all be having a good time, they deserved a break from their studies.

I was a teacher here at Nevermore, and I was one of the teachers, herbology to be exact. This was my one year anniversary that week actually. My job was great, assisting all the students gave me joy. It was my dream job. And not just because of the teaching.

Suddenly I heard a gentle knock.

I quickly slipped out of my daydream, realising where I was. Sitting in my car and staring ahead at nothing in particular. I turned my head to the side, seeing an angel outside the door.

And by angel, I meant Larissa Weems.

God, she was exquisite. The way her crimson red lips twitched into a smile, the way her liquid blue eyes focussed on me, making me feel like the only woman in the world. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly styled, framing her face perfectly, cheekbones highlighted. I could go on and on about this woman, and given the chance, I would.

My hand fumbled quickly to open the door, subsequently bumping Larissa with it.

"Shit, sorry-" I slipped out of the car and looked at Larissa with worry. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" If I was ever the reason to harm this angel, I would never forgive myself.

"I'm okay, darling, it was just a bump." Her words were smooth, tinged with amusement. Good to know she didn't mind my clumsiness.

I smoothed down my shirt, worrying that there were any creases. I had to look my best when Principle Weems was around. My head tilted upwards as I met her eyes. The height difference was significant, but that never bothered me. To be honest she deserved to be looked up to.

"Are you going to stay here or join me inside?"

I nodded quickly, a blush forming on my cheeks. "Yes, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts." She laughed at this, that deep laugh that I loved so much.

Then the doors to the dance opened, light spilling across us, as I was parked near the doors. Her eyes travelled down to my attire, noticing it for the first time. And a smile appeared on her lips. "You look.. very nice."

My heart sunk a little, I wished I looked more than 'nice' to her, but I grinned nonetheless, because she didn't have to comment on my outfit at all, she chose to. I was wearing crimson suit, not too fancy but a little more than casual. I was well dressed, I had to admit.

"Thank you." God, did I have no range in my vocabulary at all?

With this light, I then noticed her outfit. A light blue dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I cleared my throat, not commenting on it because I knew I would probably stutter out a pathetic 'you look drop dead gorgeous'. She seemed to notice where my gaze was, and I was sure I could see amusement behind her eyes, as if she knew what I was thinking.

"May I walk you inside?" Larissa moved her arm in a fluid motion, pointing to the building. The idea of arriving at a dance accompanied by the most beautiful woman.. it gave me butterflies. Though there was always that sadness, because she would never see me as more than a colleague.

"Yes of course."

Together we made it through the door and the decorative arch made of balloons. The students that had sorted this all out had taste, because not many people could style balloons and not make it look tacky.

"So as this is your first time chaperoning at the dance, it's only fair I-" Larissa was cut off when she noticed a group of students taunting Ajax, a known gargoyle.

"Sorry, I'll be right back." She left, her Principle Weems side showing. I was curious as to what she was about to say but at the same time I knew that Ajax didn't deserve to be bullied. My gaze lingered on Larissa, she had finished correcting the situation, but another teacher had started a conversation with her. I didn't mind, it gave me an opportunity to admire her. She was so beautiful, so graceful, in every movement and every word.

"You're so in love it makes me retch."

I jumped at the voice, turning my head to see the infamous Wednesday Addams. I chuckled nervously. Wednesday noticed everything, and she was nearly always right about things (not to the amusement of teachers).

"I'm not in love, I don't know what you're talking about." Yes, play dumb. Pfft, as if I were in love with Principle Weems.

"Just tell her. It's pathetic seeing you both moon over each other." And with that, Wednesday left, joining her date to the dance.

Did she mean.. Larissa was 'mooning' over me? Ms Addams was usually right, as I said, but surely..

"Hi." I jumped again at another voice next to me. I looked over and saw Larissa Weems.

"Hey.. do you want a drink?" I gestured to the several bowls of fruit punch that had been organised by students.

"I better not, it wouldn't surprise me if one of those students managed to get alcohol in it." She let out a laugh, but her eyes never left my face. "You're welcome to have some though."

I shook my head, "I'm a lightweight, I'd probably be hungover in the morning." I chuckled as she laughed.

"Fair enough." She then spotted Wednesday who was throwing us annoyed looks. I could take a guess as to what she was sulking about, but Larissa on the other hand sighed, turning back to me. The music then changed, from upbeat to a more classical piece. Wednesday almost smiled, almost.

I looked away from Larissa, because all I could think about was what it would be like to dance with her. Swaying to the music, my hand on her waist, hers on mine.. in a perfect world. Sadness washed over me. The woman I was in love with most definitely didn't love me back. Why would she? I was just the clumsy herbology teacher.

"Is something the matter?" Larissa asked, her eyebrows furrowed, a sign that she was concerned that I had been staring into space again. I nodded quickly, plastering a smile on my face.

"Yes. I just need some air." Turning away, I walked to the back exit, opening it and enjoying being hit with the cool evening air. I inhaled, trying to rid myself from the self pitying thoughts. I guess I could moon over her in bed tonight, as I did most.

"Dear, tell me what's wrong." Principle Weems had followed me out and stood in front of me, so I couldn't look away. Fuck, how was I supposed to come up with a believable lie? Or maybe I shouldn't lie, maybe I should tell the truth. I took another deep breath, preparing for the rejection I would sure face after admitting the truth.

"I like you, Larissa, more than I should. I just get sad sometimes that I never will have the chance to dance with you." My eyes moved anywhere but her, focusing on the gravel eventually. The silence was thick, making me cringe, wishing I had never been born. Until..

"What makes you think that we would never dance?" Her tone was soft, causing me to jerk my head back up in surprise.

"Because I know you'd never like me like that." My heart only sunk further, did she not understand what I meant? There weren't very many ways to interpret my confession.

"Darling, for a clever woman, you sure are silly." Larissa took a step forward, her hand raising to cup my cheek, causing my face to heat up like an oven. She'd probably burn herself from my skin.

"But-" I was about to protest, to make her see clearly, but before I knew it her lips were on mine. My eyes widened, frozen in place, before relaxing, kissing her back. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, one that left me breathless by the time we parted.

My cheeks were flushed, taking a step back and looking at Larissa with wide eyes. She let out an adorable chuckle, the corner of her lips curved into a smile. There was a silence, I tried to think of something to say, but I was speechless.

"I've been wanting to do that for some time now." She admitted, breaking eye contact for a moment as she glanced to the floor. My my, was Larissa Weems going shy on me?

"Me too, it's very hard not to want to kiss you, all the time." I let out a deep breath, because all these months longing over her had finally paid off. We'd kissed, and everything in the world finally made sense. She was the new piece in my life that I so very needed. "We should do that more often." A cheeky grin as I watched her laugh in response.

"How about you meet me in my office after the dance is over?" Her proposition had my head swirling. She actually wanted to meet me, in a way far past professional boundaries. I smiled widely, fighting the urge to dance.

"I would love to."

And after that, we shared a few more kisses before going back inside the dance, acting to everyone as if nothing had happened. Though I caught Wednesday looking at us with a slight smirk on her face.

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tags: @orangeisnttheonlyfruit @weemswife

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Hi guys i just wanted to say that now i am also writing for the Wednesday addams fandom please feel free to request sicfics, period fics and the other stuff i write for that fandom as well as marvel :) I have a handful of requests i am working on right now so it might not be a quick turn around but i am still accepting requests. Hope you all have a good day, to those of you do send in stuff that you, you guys are too sweet <3