Larissa x reader

The dreams we share

*A/N~ this au has been haunting my dreams recently so here it is
Tw~ reader has a bad background so her dreams will be more centred around negative things*

Au prompt~ Au where soulmates share a connection that is unlocked at the age of 15. The connection allows the pair to dream of eachother. They can see hear and feel everything in the dream. When they are meant to meet the dreams lead them to eachother.

Your eighteenth birthday was something you'd always wondered about. You wondered who would begin receiving dreams of you. You knew what they'd see. All you could hope was that it wouldn't put them off of finding you. That night was the first time you saw her. She couldn't have been much older than you. Maybe a couple of years? Funny because you'd always had a thing for the older women. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Honestly you we're considering the fact she could be Goddess Aphrodite herself. You didn't mind being fated to this women at all.

The dreams would continue every few nights. You grew to love the women more. You were shown small things, quirks you adored. You knew she stunning that was a given but you'll never forget the dream where she had her head thrown back and a laugh tumbling from her lips. Although you didn't know what she was laughing at, you couldn't help but want to hear the sounds of her on a loop. Her voice you noticed was sometimes stern but sometimes so soft and warm it was practically music to your ears. You loved the way her brows would fuse together when she became irradiated. The glint in her eyes when she was trying to stifle a smile. You knew by the dreams she was dedicated to her job. An office of some sorts. With the outfits and the office you had a suspicion she was a teacher? Or maybe a headmistress? Oh the thoughts of just getting in trouble to be in her presence would race through your mind whenever you thought of the possibility.

You learned her last name last night. It had been two years of dreaming of the women who was a stranger, yet you felt like you knew her inside out. Well apart from her name. A lot of the details you had were useless when looking to identify her. You could make guesses but nothing concrete yet. In your dream tonight she was addressed as miss weems. Weems. You mulled it over trying out how it felt on your tongue. Y/n weems has a nice ring to it. You smiled to yourself at the thought of being with this women for the rest of your life. God, you were head over heels for a women you'd never met in person. But how could anyone resist her?

Fresh from graduating with your teaching degree, you were presented with an opportunity. Teaching at a school well known for being the school for outcasts. Initially this wouldn't be something you'd be drawn to due to your parents views on the outcasts of Jericho. So the fact you'd felt compelled to apply and been accepted for an interview you couldn't help but feel like it was meant to be. Fated even. Arriving at Nevermore, it felt oddly comforting, like you'd been here before. Of course you hadn't. You'd never set foot near this school. You help the need to drink in your surroundings. The building itself was dark and letting off a mysterious vibe. But the vines that wrapped themselves around the bricks were delicate and intricate. You couldn't help but feel it would sum the students up exactly. Outcasts never bothered you, in fact they intrigued you. The power they possessed was definitely nothing short of magical. It's why you went into becoming a teacher. The history in the Outcast and Normie relations was definitely a treacherous path to wonder down, yet one that you adored. The past, although dead and gone could be one of the best ways of gathering information and pathing a way to a better future. Your view is that history allows people to learn from past mistakes. If only others saw the world how you did.

It was the calling of your name that snapped you back into the real world. Somehow you had wondered through the school and ended up exactly where you needed to be. The secretary of the principal calling you to enter the office. You vaguely remember her telling you the principal would be in soon as she was caught up in another incident with some students. Oddly enough you're nerves were non existent. Very unlike you. Entering the office had you faltering. You knew this room. Inside and out, every detail committed to memory. The beautiful mahogany desk sat in the middle of the room with two chairs in front of it, the tall bookcases stood towering in the corners of the room. The books themselves were carefully organised and arranged. You couldn't help but wonder how they were organised. Was it genre? Was it subject? Maybe even colour? Walking over to the bookshelf in the top right of the room you couldn't help the smile as you saw the history books. In a dream you had wondered over here not knowing some of your favourites had been placed here for you and you only. You gently ran your finger tips over the unbroken spines as you took in every title.

"Ah I see you found the history books..." god that voice. Your eyes were blown wide as you realised who this women was. The women that had been in your dreams for years. Your heart rate picked up as you quickly smoothed your skirt down. Suddenly nerves hitting you like a train. "Shall we?" She was inviting you to sit. Her tone was comforting , almost as if she could sense your nerves. You turned on your heels and sat where she pointed mumbling a thank you as a blush took up residence on your cheeks. You couldn't believe it. Here she was. And god the dreams didn't do her the justice she deserved. When your eyes met her deep blue ones you knew then you were a goner.

"I am Larissa Weems, principle of Nevermore..." she continued in her speech effortlessly starting the interview as your brain processed her name. Larissa. God it was beautiful just like herself. You couldn't help but wonder what you'd done to deserve the opportunity to be in her presence. The interview had gone smoothly and you were given the position. You would start next semester. Larissa offered you a tour of the grounds which you readily accepted, willing to spend as much time in her presence as she would offer.

"Forgive me y/n but I must ask you, have we met before?"

"No we haven't but I see you every night in my dreams. I mean I didn't know it was you. Not until you said your name." You trailed off hoping to not have said the wrong thing. You could practically see the wheels turning in her mind as she processed what you'd said. A gasp escaped her as she connected all the dots.

"Wait. Y/n... oh my goodness how could I not have seen this sooner. Your the little girl in my dreams?" You could here in her voice that she was genuinely shocked and curious.

A sigh escaped your lips and you realised what she'd been seeing of you. "Yes although you probably know me as y/n doe?"

"Ah that's it. Y/n doe. My goodness, this was fated to be. Well y/n this has been a most interesting interview and I can't wait to work with you and see where this goes." She was interrupted by the ringing off her phone. After a quick call she had to go and solve another issue with her students leaving you stood in the quad, this was definitely Fate.

Word count~ 1344

* A/n~ this is a bit patchy and unedited I will more than likely rewrite this I just wanted to get a chapter out there.*