#wednesdayseries

The air at Nevermore Academy carried a brisk chill as autumn fully embraced the grounds. Students in their navy uniforms buzzed around like the last embers of a fire, rushing to classes or lingering in corners to share secrets. But for Y/n, the day carried a weight that had nothing to do with classes or assignments.

Y/n had been at Nevermore for just a year, serving as a creative writing instructor after Larissa Weems herself had handpicked them. The principal’s calm authority and elegance made her a striking figure in any room. But to Y/n, Larissa Weems was much more than a commanding presence—she was the person who had unknowingly stolen their heart.

Y/n had always admired Larissa from afar. The principal was all poise and grace, with sharp blue eyes that missed nothing and a smile that could disarm even the most guarded soul. And yet, beneath her polished exterior, Y/n had glimpsed moments of vulnerability, like when she stayed late in her office, a faint crease of exhaustion on her forehead, or the way her voice softened when she spoke about protecting her students.

This particular evening, Y/n found themselves summoned to Larissa’s office under the pretense of discussing an upcoming creative showcase. With a racing heart, they smoothed their shirt and adjusted their posture before knocking on the large oak door.

“Come in,” Larissa’s voice called, warm but measured.

Y/n pushed the door open to find her standing by the tall window, the glow of the setting sun casting her in golden hues. Her platinum hair was pulled back into its usual elegant twist, and she wore a tailored navy dress that seemed to blur the lines between authority and allure.

“Ah, Y/n,” Larissa greeted, turning toward them with a small smile. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, Principal Weems,” Y/n replied, their voice steadier than they felt.

“Please, call me Larissa,” she corrected gently, gesturing to the chair across from her desk.

Y/n sat down as Larissa settled in her own chair. They discussed the showcase for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Y/n couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way Larissa’s hands moved as she spoke, the way her voice carried such certainty.

But as the meeting drew to a close, Y/n hesitated, their heart pounding. They could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing against their chest.

“Larissa,” Y/n began, their voice softer now.

“Yes?” she replied, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Larissa’s expression remained composed, but her eyes softened. “Go on.”

Y/n hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just… I admire you. Not just as the principal, but as a person. You’re incredible—kind, intelligent, and so deeply dedicated to this place and everyone in it.”

Larissa blinked, her composure faltering for a brief moment. “That’s… very kind of you to say, Y/n. I appreciate it.”

“I mean it,” Y/n pressed, their courage bolstered by the flicker of vulnerability they saw in her. “And I know it’s probably unprofessional to say this, but I think I’ve been falling for you ever since I arrived here.”

The silence that followed was heavy, but not cold. Larissa looked at Y/n, her eyes searching theirs as if trying to decipher whether they were being serious or not.

“You’re not joking, are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” Y/n said earnestly. “I’d never joke about something like this.”

Larissa leaned back in her chair, a slow breath escaping her lips. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, her gaze drifting to the window.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” she admitted. “I’ve spent so long keeping my personal life separate from my work, especially in a place like this. It’s… complicated.”

“I understand,” Y/n said quickly, not wanting to pressure her. “I just needed to be honest about how I feel. Whatever you decide, I’ll respect it.”

Larissa looked back at Y/n, her blue eyes filled with something they couldn’t quite place—hope, fear, maybe even longing.

“You’re a remarkable person, Y/n,” she said finally. “And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed you. You’re thoughtful, talented, and you bring something special to this school.”

Y/n’s heart leapt at her words, but they stayed silent, letting her continue.

“But,” she added, her tone more cautious, “this isn’t an easy path to walk. There are expectations, boundaries, and risks. I need time to think.”

“Of course,” Y/n said, nodding. “Take all the time you need. I just needed you to know how I feel.”

Larissa gave them a small, genuine smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. It means more than you know.”

The days that followed were both torturous and exhilarating for Y/n. Every interaction with Larissa felt charged with unspoken tension, yet she remained professional, giving no hint of her thoughts on their confession.

One evening, Y/n found themselves wandering the grounds, the autumn leaves crunching beneath their feet. They had just decided to head back inside when they heard a familiar voice call out.

“Y/n.”

They turned to see Larissa standing beneath the lamplight, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Larissa,” Y/n said, surprised. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was looking for you,” she admitted, stepping closer.

“Is everything okay?”

She nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Yes. In fact, I think everything might be more than okay.”

Y/n frowned slightly, confused, until Larissa stopped a few feet away and met their gaze.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she began. “About how you feel. And the truth is, I feel the same way.”

Y/n’s breath caught. “You do?”

Larissa nodded, her expression softening. “But this isn’t easy for me. I’ve spent so much of my life guarding my heart, convincing myself that I don’t need anyone. But you… you make me want to try.”

Y/n took a tentative step closer. “We don’t have to rush anything. We can figure it out together, one step at a time.”

Larissa smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. “I’d like that.”

In that moment, Y/n reached for her hand, and to their relief, she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers intertwined with theirs, warm and steady.

As weeks turned into months, Larissa and Y/n navigated their relationship with care. They stole quiet moments in the library, exchanged knowing glances during staff meetings, and shared late-night conversations that often turned into laughter.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Larissa’s fear of vulnerability sometimes created walls between them, and Y/n’s occasional self-doubt made them question whether they were enough for someone like her.

One particularly stormy night, those fears came to a head.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Larissa said, pacing her living room as rain lashed against the windows.

Y/n watched her, their heart aching at the uncertainty in her voice. “What do you mean?”

“This,” she gestured between them. “Us. What if it all falls apart? What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t,” Y/n said firmly, stepping closer. “Larissa, I know you’re scared. I am too. But I care about you, and I want to be here for you—for us.”

Larissa stopped pacing and looked at them, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not simple,” Y/n admitted. “But it’s worth it.”

After a moment, Larissa sighed and allowed herself to sink into Y/n’s embrace. They held her tightly, their hand gently running along her back as the storm raged outside.

In time, they grew stronger together, learning to trust not only each other but also themselves. Their love became a source of light in the often-shadowed halls of Nevermore, a quiet but undeniable force that brought warmth to both their lives.