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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year ago

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The Assistant (Leonora Lesso x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Lesso is certain her assistant is working to take her down. After all, you're too good to be true.

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of smut, choking

You should be scared. That was the only thought going through Lesso’s mind as she loomed over you, staring down into your wide eyes and small smile. One hand had slammed into the wall beside your head and she was leaning in, teeth bared in a snarl. You weren’t cringing away from her, looking up at her expectantly, as if she was amusing you with her antics.

“Yes, Lady Lesso?” you asked, voice light and bright, the way it always was.

She growled, pushing away from the wall. She could feel the weight of your eyes on her, the way she always could. You watched her often, assessing her, trying to read her motives. It itched, the way your gaze seemed to burrow beneath her skin, seeking out her vulnerabilities. That had to be what you were doing, searching for ways to hurt her or bring her down, to manipulate her for your own gain.

Only you remained as you always were, sitting outside her office, following her orders like the obedient little thing you wanted her to believe you were, never influencing or questioning.

“You’ve been missing from your post for too long,” she said, needing an excuse for her anger towards you.

If you knew she was on to you, she’d lose the upper hand. She wouldn’t be able to ferret out your true intentions if you buried them further in the face of her suspicion.

“My apologies, Lady Lesso. Billious was holding me up in the kitchen,” you replied, voice soft, a note of guilt darkening your words.

You were a wonderful actor, she would give you that.

“No excuses,” she snapped.

She swept away from you, leaving you leaning against the wall beside your desk. You followed her into her office, the familiar scent of vanilla following you. It would linger, she knew from experience, far longer than your presence would, and she would be forced to inhale the putrid scent for the rest of the afternoon.

You were careful as you placed the cup of coffee you’d been sent to retrieve on her desk, avoiding the stacks of paperwork she’d been ignoring. Counting the seconds you’d been gone had taken up enough mental energy to keep her occupied.

“Will that be all, Lady Lesso?” you asked.

She lowered herself to her seat, considering you on the other side of her imposing desk. You stood with your hands clasped in front of you, in one of those infuriating dresses she found herself so distracted by. Dipping necklines and flashes of your knee when you walked had her mouth turning dry and her thoughts fleeing her like a scared fairy. A small smile was curling your pink lips and your eyes were looking at her from under long lashes, sparkling in the fire light.

“Remove yourself from my presence,” she ordered.

Your chin dipped in a small nod and she watched your back as you slipped from her office. She would find your secrets, the plans you were building on the back of her work, the betrayal you would be committing. It was a perfect ruse, innocence and sunshine, hiding a deeper insidiousness she would root out. She would expose it to the light and sneer at your snivelling body, grovelling for mercy under the weight of her might.

She settled back in her chair, leaning back as she considered the door. Of course she’d hunted through your desk, picking the singular lock to discover a drawer full of sweets and notes filed away in perfect order. Nothing suspicious which only piqued her interest further.

You were smart. Of course you were. She wouldn’t have tolerated your appointment as her assistant if you weren’t. You held your own and anticipated her needs before she could ever voice them. In all ways, you were the perfect assistant. And it grated on her.

You had grown to be the bane of her existence.

Straining her ears to hear your movements on the other side of the thick wooden door, she found herself leaning forward. A curl of steam rose from the cup of coffee before her, placed there by your sure fingers, not a single drop spilled. Raising it to her lips, she had to admit you made a wonderful cup of coffee. She would miss that once she’d crushed you beneath the heel of her boot.

Your voice was muffled when it finally reached her ears. Bright and airy, your tinkling laugh made her stomach clench. Joyous laughter was wrong in her school, an aberration she aimed to squash from her halls. All attempts had failed with you, indulgence lining your expression whenever she tried.

She rose from the desk, tiptoeing to the door to listen in. Stealth was of the upmost importance, not wanting to alert you to her presence. To stay one step ahead you must be kept in the dark. Pressing her ear to the cool wood, she listened, hoping to overhear something you wouldn’t want her knowing.

��I’m hardly going to show up at the crack of dawn,” you said and she could just imagine the bright smile on your face, “I’m more of a midnight stroll kind of gal.”

“But they only bloom in the early hours of the morning,” the person you were talking to was saying, a hint of a whine in his voice.

One of the new teachers. Young and enthusiastic, built in the style of Hort with his overeagerness to prove his villainy. Villainy was not provable, it simply was. Apparent in every action you took.

Which is how she knew you must be a spy, looking to ingratiate yourself into her trust only to strike her when she least expected it.

In every sense of the word you were the complete opposite of villainous. You were bright and happy, smiling at every turn. You laughed and you hummed, your singing voice sweet. When you walked it was like you were floating with the grace you exhibited.

And worst of all, you were kind. To everyone. Including her.

“And I’m sure they’re beautiful but I’m at my worst in the morning I’m afraid,” you said.

Lesso filed that fact away for later use.

“Well, perhaps we could take that midnight stroll,” he said, turning a touch cajoling.

She could understand his desperation to secure your undivided attention on a romantic stroll. She’d noticed the way people looked at you when walking the halls, in meetings, on arrival day. People were drawn to you, most likely due to your wide smile and the pretty fluttering of your eyelashes. A less cynical person would describe you as beautiful and engaging.

She never would.

“Unfortunately Lady Lesso keeps me working all hours of the night,” you said, presumably trying to let him down nicely. She rolled her eyes. The more prudent course of action would have been to give him a dressing down until he felt so low about himself he would never bother you again.

“Is she awful to work with? I’ve always assumed she is,” he said.

Lesso held her breath, wanting to hear your answer, refusing to miss a single syllable.

“Lady Lesso is a genius. There is no one in this school who could do what she does. It’s a privilege to work so closely with her, and I’m grateful to be able to serve her. Isn’t that what all of us want? To put more villainy out into the world? To triumph over good? If anyone is going to bring about our success it will be her. I really believe that. So if I have to work long hours then it’s all worth it. I love this job. Any sacrifices are worth it.”

Your entire speech held far more passion and emotion than any other answer you’d given him, the witless man that asked you to join him in the moonlight. Too much so? She couldn’t rule it out as a performance, assuming she might be listening in on your conversation.

She wasn’t sure what happened then. A soft mumbling, footsteps, the chatter of students sweeping past. She sighed, returning to her desk to find the stack of paperwork no smaller and her coffee cooled. Her nose wrinkled as she took a sip of the lukewarm liquid. She could demand you make her a new one, but then you would not be there to keep an eye on. You’d be loose in her school and who would be able to say what you were doing then. It was bad enough when she had to teach class, her mind constantly wandering back to what you were doing, what secrets you were uncovering, what devious plots you were concocting.

A soft knock sounded on her door. Your head poked through the door, a soft smile on your face, her heart thudding in her chest just at the sight of you.

“What?” she snapped, hoping to see some flicker of displeasure in you at her rudeness.

“Billious is here to see you,” you said, your voice almost a caress over his name.

“Tell him I’m busy,” she replied, nose wrinkling.

“Of course, Lady Lesso.”

Your head retracted for a moment for it returned, looking at her with an expectation that made her want to wrong your neck.

“Oh, and the books you asked for have finally arrived. Should I bring them through or would you prefer they’re brought to your chambers?”

“You figure it out,” she snapped.

That damned smile appeared again, knowing and intuitive. She felt a flicker of fear, wondering what you had discovered. The anxiety you inspired had to be stopped.

The door was silent as it closed, the creaks she’d spent so many years curating gone under your touch. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she cursed you over and over until you might be struck down by lightning outside that very door.

A loud knock on the door had her jumping in her seat. Manley shouting through the wood. A hushed conversation on the other side. What sounded like a boot kicking the door. An admonishment. Then silence.

In less than thirty seconds you had taken command of a situation that could have so easily spun out of control. She ground her teeth, frustration sparking through her veins. You were the perfect assistant, making yourself indispensable to her, ensuring you were so enshrined in her life she couldn’t fire you. You’d wormed your way in and made it impossible to get rid of you. All by being wonderful at your job.

No one else could see your genius, but it was plain to her. You’d figured out how to function so far under the radar that no one would ever suspect you were more than the vapid woman you made yourself out to be. No one but her. She knew. And it rankled her more than she cared to admit.

You lived under her skin, every day a taunt to expose you, as if you thought she wasn’t smart enough to. It was a dare, your continued presence. You were waiting for her to break and she refused to.

It was all some sick twisted game and the only kinds of those Lesso liked were when she was the game master, not the player.

She watched you at dinner that night, your table manners impeccable, as if you’d been schooled next door. Your smile was friendly, inviting, and all she could focus on was how she wanted to ruin you. To turn you into a mess. To make you…

Well, she thought begging for mercy would sound sweet on your tongue.

If she found herself following you from the shadows as you returned to your post, flitting through moonlight drenched halls, almost dancing from window to window, then it was to watch you in your unguarded moments. You turned your face towards every window, smile soft as you looked up at the night sky. She wondered what you saw up there, if you found pictures in the stars, if the moon made you dream, if you searched for a different life.

You paused at one window, facing towards the forest, staring out. Hands flat on the window sill, you lent towards the glass until your breath misted before you. Your eyes were turned upwards and inexplicably she felt the need to sneak up behind you and trace her fingers over your exposed neck. She wanted to find your pulse, feel it thrum under her thumb, feel it race the way she never could when she tried to menace you.

“You’re not chained to your desk.”

That witless man again.

A soft sigh passed over your parted lips and your mask slipped for a moment before you fixed your smile back on your face. The truth of it had her breath catching, both frustration and pity mingling together into something almost sickly. You turned towards his approaching footsteps, stepping out of the shadows just as Lesso could do. In contrast, she shrunk back, watching and waiting.

“I thought Lesso would have you kept like a pet outside her door,” he said. Something passed over his face, too quick to see, but ugly enough to make her curious.

“She’s not a monster, you know,” you said, your voice quiet, almost soft in your assessment of her, “I think you’ve mischaracterised her into the monster under the bed.”

“Isn’t she?” he asked.

“She’s far more subtle than that. Elegant. Wickedly intelligent. You won’t even know she’s five steps ahead of you until you’re already caught in her trap. It’s beautiful, the way her villainy unfolds,” you replied.

Bare shoulders shrugged and she found herself considering the line of your body. Relaxed and at ease. It must be some kind of facade. It had to be. No one was so relaxed in her school. Not even the teachers.

“You sound smitten with her,” he said, taking another step towards you.

“I’m not some pathetic Ever,” you laughed, “I know it’s what plenty of people here think but I’m not looking for True Love’s Kiss.”

“You can tell me if she’s forcing you to say these things about her. I won’t tell,” he said, giving what he must have thought was a conspiratorial wink.

Lesso felt her nose wrinkle, watching this scene play out in front of her. The insipid man trying to win your trust and you standing with a straightened spine and the smile dying on your lips. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen it so much as falter before.

“No on forces me to do anything I don’t want. Not even her,” you said, “especially not her.”

“What then? More pirvelleges? A place in her bed? Extra food at meal times?” he demanded.

Your smile was gone.

“Your loyalty may be so easily bought, Derrick, but I can assure you mine is not,” you said, the lightness in your voice vanishing the longer you talked. Steel was taking over. If you were anyone else she might be impressed.

“Loyalty?” he scoffed, “I think you just think you’re better than me because you’re Lesso’s little pet. You think I won’t risk my own ass by harming you. But you’re not better than me. You’re just a stuck up Ever.”

“You want to hurt me?” you asked, “go ahead. She won’t save me. And it certainly won’t make me go on that moonlit walk with you. I’m holding out for someone more impressive to ask.”

There was a glint off metal, a dagger in his hand that hadn’t previously been there, moonlight reflecting off the blade. Lesso found herself leaning forward, waiting to see what would happen. She’s never heard you speak so cruelly to another person and while she could sympathise, she didn’t realise you were capable of sneering at the unworthy. You usually met them with a smile and respect, two ideologies she refused to subscribe to.

The dagger flashed and a soft lavender glow lit the hallway. Dangling from one ankle, upside down and glowering, the witless man hung in front of you. He slashed the dagger towards you, a howl of anger coming from him. You simple stepped back, considering him for a moment, head tilted and lips curling up at the corners in an almost devilish smile. This was a side to you she’d yet to see, just another lie and secret to keep your true motives from her. The heart in her chest thundered with anger, the new knowledge burning through her.

“This is your one warning, Derrick. Try something like this again and I won’t be nearly so kind. See how easily I overpowered you? Just consider what I’ll do when I’m not holding back,” you said, voice turning silky smooth.

“You bitch,” he snarled.

“I’m sure one day you’ll be more imaginative too,” you said.

A wave of your lavender finger glow and the dagger was torn from his grip, floating into yours. You looked down at it, nose wrinkling in an uncomfortably fetching way. Tucking it away into your bodice, you looked down into his face, hovering somewhere around your navel.

“Trust me, Derrick. I am not someone you want to cross. Run along now,” you said.

With a lazy flick of the wrist, he fell to the stone floor in a crumpled heap. You watched him scrabble to his feet, trying to look composed in his rumpled clothes and mussed hair. Resentment. That was the expression that had flashed over his face when he’d begun the conversation. He resented you for everything he was not.

“You’ll regret this,” he said.

“Somehow I doubt that.”

You watched him flee down the hall with cool indifference before turning back to the window, your thoughts already slipping past him. Looking out on the night pressing in, you sighed, relaxing again as if the altercation had never happened. A small smile ticked your lips up, bright and joyful, head tipping back in the moonlight.

“You can stop lurking in the shadows,” you said.

She stepped out, cane clicking on the floor, a sign for those in the immediate area to begin panicking. You didn’t even turn in her direction, the only indication you were aware of her presence the flutter of your eyes opening. She stopped at your shoulder, looking out on the forest, wondering what creatures might be lurking out there.

“Who are you?” she asked, voice harsh when compared to you.

“Your assistant. Nothing more, nothing less,” you replied.

“No one is that loyal to me,” she said, voice barely more than a rasp when it came from her lips.

You had to be a rival. You had to be. She couldn’t handle it if all her instincts were so wrong about you.

She raised her hand, not sure what she was going to do. You turned, finally, looking up into her eyes. That damned smile was still in place, softening when you looked at her. Fingers curled around your neck, her thumb rested against your pulse, just as she’d dreamed of doing. It thrummed under her touch despite your calm exterior.

She pushed you back until your back hit the glass of the window. You shivered, making her smirk grow. Your discomfort was her pleasure.

“No more lies.” She felt out of control, her perfect veneer slipping.

“I’ve never lied to you once, Lady Lesso,” you said, sounding so calm despite her hand wrapped around your neck.

“You want to destroy me,” she snarled, her face drawing closer.

“I want to serve you,” you replied on a sigh.

She pressed you more insistently against the glass, her fingers tightening. She could imagine the bruises blooming over your skin, the pretty canvas holding her art. And what a masterpiece you would make.

“You’re nothing,” she spat, “a pathetic spy who can’t even notice when you’re the one being watched.”

“I always know when you’re watching me,” you replied.

“You can’t,” she snarled.

“I can,” you said, not shying away from the rage on her face or the pressure of her fingers on your windpipe, “when it’s you, I always know.”

“Shut up,” she snapped, voice tight.

You were staring up at her with those wide eyes, sparkling. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip, keeping you from giving her one of your patent smiles and she was so aware of the knife hidden in your bodice. One of your hands reached up, gently curling around her wrist, skin to skin. Lightning flowed from the point of contact and she flinched.

“You must be my enemy,” she said, but her voice was losing its harsh edge, “you must be.”

“Why must I be?” you asked.

Your fingertips brushed the vulnerable skin of her inner wrist and she snatched it back, leaving your throat bare and her skin tingling, cane clattering to the ground from the other. You kept your back pressed to the window, watching her with an openness that made her skin itch.

“You pay close attention to me. What other reason if not to find my weaknesses?” she said, sounding less sure of herself with every passing word.

“Can you really think of no other reason I might be paying such close attention to you?” you asked and she could hear how amused you were.

“That’s the only reason you’d do that,” she said, her hand slamming into the window beside your head, rattling the glass in its frame. You didn’t flinch.

“It’s not why you’ve been paying such close attention to me,” you said, “it’s not why I scare you.”

“You don’t scare me,” she replied, almost on autopilot.

“No?”

Your hand reached up, finger wrapping itself in one of her fiery curls. Her heart thudded and she waited for the pull.

Eye fluttering shut, she felt your other hand came up, fingers ghosting over her lips. She was going to die. You were going to kill her and she wouldn’t be meeting Death with her eyes open. Her breath was dragged from her lungs and she thought she might collapse.

“I think you’re terrified,” you murmured, fingertip tracing the shape of her lips.

She couldn’t argue. Her pulse was racing, heart thumping, and all she could focus on was the path your finger was taking. She knew you’d be her downfall but she’d never expected it to feel so soft, as if she had permission to sink into your devastating touch.

Your finger disappeared and she didn’t have time to readjust before something soft ghosted over her lips. Her eyes shot open, finding you so close, your lips pressing more insistently. She felt herself coming apart at the seams. Her eyes fluttered shut again as your tongue traced the seam of her lips. You tasted of sugar and spice and everything nice. It made her blood boil.

Her hands grasped your hip, and she pushed your body back. She took control of the kiss, teeth sinking into your lip until copper burst on her tongue. You made a small whimpering noise and she felt drunk, under a spell, enchanted. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her feel her sanity slip away.

She drew away, your lips painted red with your own blood. They tugged up into a smile and she groaned, kissing you again. You sunk into it, the soft sigh too sweet for her. She pushed her leg between yours, feeling your heat through the layers of cloth. You moaned, fingers tightening in her curls with a sharp tug.

Maybe her feelings towards you were less about taking you down and more about going down on you.

She tore her mouth from yours, panting hard as her eyes darted wildly over your face. You were looking up into her face, lips kiss swollen and eyes glassy. She could see your chest heaving and she took a step back. If she didn’t, she wasn’t sure she could stop and if she didn’t stop she wasn’t sure she would be in control anymore. She could lose herself in you, and you were right, that terrified her.

“What have you done to me?” came out as a breathless whisper.

Your chuckle was too close to knowing and she wanted to stop it. Her fingers itched to curl around your throat again, wanting the sound to cut off. You took a step towards her, the chuckle dying, leaving behind a small smile and sparkling eyes.

“Don’t come near me,” she snapped.

You stilled, freezing in place like she was some kind of frightened animal prone to startling. Her teeth ground together and a frustrated sound came from her lips. You waited, giving her the space to calm down and it made her want to scream. You were too accommodating.

“Don’t do what I tell you,” she snapped but it was less controlled.

“So I should come near you?” you asked, your smile turning into a small smirk.

“No,” she shouted, “yes. Fuck. What have you done to me?”

“Nothing,” you replied, taking another step towards her and she wanted to raise her hands in defence and blast you through the window behind you, “I think you just like me.”

“I don’t like anyone,” she snapped as a reflex.

“Then why do you stare at me all day? Why did you kiss me like that?” you asked, advancing on her until her back hit the stone wall behind her in the shadows she’d emerged from, “why are you still thinking about kissing me?”

“Lust isn’t the same as like,” she replied but even then she knew you had the upper hand.

“Maybe not, but you definitely like me, Lady Lesso,” you said, placing one hand on her hip, keeping her pinned to the wall.

“Your delusions are not my concern,” she tried to snarl but it sounded like a wolf without teeth.

“Then leave,” you said, “if I’m wrong, it should be easy for you to leave me here heartbroken and rejected.”

She wanted to push past you, to shove you out of the way, but she found herself unable to do it. Her hands landed on your shoulders but that’s as far as she got. Your smile turned into something soft and understanding and she hated it.

“Stop that,” she said.

“Stop what?” you asked. You blinked and your eyelashes were so long they brushed your cheekbones like a stupid princess.

“Making me feel these things,” she said.

“No can do, Lady Lesso. That’s one request I can’t accomplish,” you said.

“What kind of assistant are you?” she demanded but there was no heat behind it.

“The kind that does this.”

You lent forward, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. She groaned into your mouth, fingers sliding into your hair, tangling and tugging until she heard you whimper and press your body against hers. You nipped at her lower lip and all she could think of was all the ways she wanted to defile you.

“Fine,” she mumbled against your lips, “but you’re not getting a pay raise.”

“I don’t need one,” you replied, before kissing her again.

Maybe you weren’t trying to destroy her, but you still made her feel weak in all the ways that mattered. But maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. Not if you were going to continue kissing her like that.

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ytace · 6 months ago

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Just A Dean's Job

This took me awhile, And rather Late for a Christmas post. But I got "The villain giving presents in secret" type of idea in my mind and decided to put it to good use

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Pairings: Student Reader X Leonora Lesso X Clarissa Dovey [Platonic, Can be Parental Dovesso]

Warning: NIL

Summary: It was Christmas night, students were all sleeping. The Two Dean's decided to be the schools Secret Santas and both caught each other in the midst of their plans.

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It was a chilly winter night at the School for Good and Evil, where the sound of distant winds howling through the trees had settled into an eerie calm. The snow outside lay thick upon the ground, and the moonlight glimmered against the frozen landscape like a thousand tiny diamonds.

Inside, the school was quiet—eerily quiet for a place that usually thrummed with life and magic. Students, both Good and Evil, were tucked safely in their dorms, fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the two figures moving through the halls in secret..

Lady Leonora Lesso, the strict and imposing Dean of Evil, had always carried an air of severity, yet there was something softer in her step tonight. Moving through the night with a quiet grace. Her dark, flowing robes swished as she walked, her boots making soft tapping sounds on the stone floors.

In her arms, she cradled a pile of carefully wrapped gifts. She would be using her magic if it weren’t for the fact that she wasn’t willing to wake up the students who were light sleepers, knowing the glow from her fingertips would only be attracting attention.

With a sigh she moved down the hallway, internally muttering about how inconvenient and embarrassing it is for someone like her to be doing such things.

Thinking that She was the first to arrive, as always, there was the grand Christmas tree that stood proudly in the center of the room. The tree was adorned with twinkling lights, glittering ornaments, and strands of gold tinsel—everything a student could imagine for the holidays…

As she neared the grand hall, Lesso’s heart skipped a beat. There, just ahead of her, was a familiar figure— Dovey the Dean of the School for Good.

“Shit.” She muttered as She tries to hide herself behind the pile of presents she was carrying, moving slowly away from the area that Dovey was at.

Dovey was placing down a Large box with a tag that simply read: To the students of good. Just Right before she turned and caught Lesso in the act.

“Lesso..?” Dovey thought to herself as she could not believe her own eyes, the thought of Lesso who’s always feared by everyone is giving out gifts in the middle of the night seemed almost amusing and hilarious to her.

Her blonde hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders, as her eyes lit up with mischief in her mind the moment Lesso made Eye contact with her.

"Well, well," Dovey said, her voice a soft tease, "looks like I’m not the only one with a secret." She said as she walks towards her.

"Dovey," she said, her voice was stiff as she tries to hide her true emotions.

“I wasn’t aware we have another Secret Santa in this school..”

“And No one needs to know.” Lesso said almost immediately, cutting her off out of embarrassment.

“And here I thought you didn't believe in Christmas."

"I do not," Lesso replied curtly, "But I do believe in duty. And this," she gestured to the pile of gifts in her hands, "is my duty tonight. The students of Evil must have something to wake up to in the morning."

“Uh huh.. Definitely something that the Dean for the school of evil do..”

Lesso glared at her, but there was no real heat behind it. "You will not speak of this to anyone," she said firmly. "This is a secret between the two of us. No one must know."

Dovey’s laughter rang softly through the hall. “Let’s keep it that way, shall we? As much as I would love to be telling everyone about how the great evil dean is actually Santa Claus in disguise.. it would ruin the magic wouldn’t it?”

“Of course.. we wouldn’t want to ruin that silly little make believe that the students still believe in.” Lesso scowled.

“And I didn’t expect you to be so sentimental. You’ve certainly got a soft spot for the little ones, don’t you?”

“I am not some sentimental fool,” Lesso said, though the slightest hint of affection could be heard in her voice. “I simply understand the importance of ensuring the students are inspired and motivated… even if they don’t realize it.”

“Ah, of course," Dovey replied, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity. "Because the students of the School for Evil have been so good this year, haven't they?" She exaggerated the word good, letting the playful jab hang in the air.

“You’re insufferable.” Lesso scoffed before she adjusted her long dark cloak and crouched beside the tree, placing small packages under the boughs with painstaking precision. Despite her stern exterior and reputation as one of the most formidable figures in the school, tonight she was an entirely different person.

There were many presents she carried, every present has its own unique charm to it. As if it was wrapped carefully to the students likings and personalities.

Some of which had ribbons in dark, Gothic hues. While some, had cute intricate designs of snowflakes tied with golden ribbons. She knew the nuances of each one's personality, their desires, their little quirks — Observed through conducting classes and teaching them for quite some time.

After placing all of the individual gifts under the tree, She carefully placed the last gift. A beautifully wrapped box with a tag that simply read: To the students of Evil.

Dovey bent down, picking up a gift from the floor and eyeing it with a playful grin. "I have to admit, Leonora, I didn’t expect to catch you in the act. I thought for sure you’d be asleep by now, plotting how to ruin everyone's holiday spirit."

Lesso sighed, as if to imply that she was forced to participate in these small acts of kindness against her will. But her eyes were betraying her hidden emotions. “I’d better been well off as the Grinch then.” She joked.

“The grinch who stole Christmas?” Dovey lets out a stifled laughter, as she walked towards Lesso.

“But even at the end of the story, he still cares.. No matter how evil he tries to be”

Boop!-

Dovey tapped her finger lightly on Lesso’s nose, before giving her a playful grin.

“You know.. It’s actually nice to see a different side of you, Leonora. You don’t let anyone see it, but I know you care about them..”

What Dovey said seems to strike a chord in her, as her gaze subtly shifted to the students' sleeping quarters. Each one of them sleeping peacefully, tugged in their beds.. Some slept in a disheveled posture which seem to almost bring out a slight tug on the side of her lips

"You’re allowed to enjoy this, too. It’s Christmas, after all."

“I suppose you’re right. It’s easy to forget, sometimes in all this…

— She replied while weaving one of her hands, gesturing to the bright lights and Christmas decorations around her. Though she couldn’t help but glance over at Dovey with a slight barely visible smirk.

“But don’t think this means I’ll start celebrating every holiday with you, Dovey. I have my pride.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Dovey laughed lightly, her voice full of warmth. “I wouldn’t dream of forcing that on you. Though, my door is always open.” She said with a grin on her face.

The room fell quiet, a comfortable ambience. As if everything fell perfectly in place.

“Merry Christmas, Lesso..”

Lesso’s eyes softened, there was a brief silence before followed by a reply that is soft but audible to the person standing beside her.

“Merry Christmas, Dovey.”

Was that a small smile, From the imposing Dean?.. Well, We would never know. All that we know is that the two of them shared the same goals, bathing in the fuzzy feeling of bringing a bit of joy to the students. They stood for a moment, looking down at the tree with its growing pile of gifts, and for the first time in a long time, both felt a little lighter..

"Ready to go, Santa?" Dovey asked with a teasing grin, nudging Lesso playfully as they both stood back to admire their work.

Lesso rolled her eyes feigning annoyance, before chuckling softly "After you, Dovey."

And with that, Both headmistresses slipped away into the shadows. Disappearing into the quiet halls of the School for Good and Evil, Knowing that the students would wake up the next morning to find their Christmas gifts under the Glowing tree..

.~.

It was now Christmas morning, and for the first time in a long time, there was a sense of peace in the air. The students had been awake for only a few minutes, stirring from their slumber in their cozy dormitories. As they began to trickle into the Great Hall for their early breakfast, a curious sight greeted them.

Under the enormous Christmas tree, surrounded by glimmering decorations and flickering candles, were dozens of neatly wrapped presents—each one labeled with the student’s name. The silver and black ribbons, the sparkles of glitter, the way the gifts seemed to glow with a secret magic… it was as if the very essence of Christmas had been carefully arranged for them.

“OH MY GOD! GUYS! YOU’VE GOT TO SEE THIS!” one of the students called out from the Great Hall, which caused a ripple of students rushing through the hallway wanting to get a good look of the commotion.

You followed along blindly, only curious to want to know what was happening. Until you reached the Great Hall..

“Presents?! We get presents!!?” One of your friends was in shock, similar to all the other students who had just entered the hall. The students' chatter filled the room, but none of them had yet questioned who could possibly have placed the presents there. They all just assumed it was a Christmas miracle, as many children do when magic is at play. None of them knew the true masterminds behind this holiday surprise.

“This one is yours” one of the student held out the two nicely wrapped presents and placed them on the floor near to you before they continued to rummage through the crowd full of students who were either squatting on the floor or bent downwards trying to find their own gifts.

You bent down to grab the two small package with your name written in elegant, curvy script.

Meanwhile. In the back of the hall, near the large stone fireplace, two figures stood with quiet smiles—Lady Leonora Lesso and Lady Dovey. Both of them were watching the scene unfold, content and almost sentimental.

Lesso let out a small, amused breath as the students began to crowd around the tree, unwrapping gifts with joy. “How Noisy.. I’m starting to regret my decisions on giving them presents now.”

Dovey lets out a soft laugh, “I know you don’t mean it Leonora, admit that you enjoy seeing them happy. Besides, they are just eager to know who mysteriously gave them presents.”

For a moment, your gaze met Dovey's. She smiled at you softly, her gaze flicking towards the gifts that you were holding on your hands. As if she was anticipating you to open it.

You looked away quickly, unsure if you’d imagined it, but the feeling remained— a quiet assumption thinking that they were the ones who had placed the presents there. But you had no evidence nor proof that it was them.

Lesso's lips curled into a slight smile, looking at your expression that was filled with unspoken assumptions. “Let them wonder, The mystery is half the fun after all...”

“What’s wrong? Were you not expecting Santa to give you a present?” Dovey’s voice reached you from the doorway, teasing you slightly at your expression. “We’ll be here if you need us.”Her tone was soft, and gentle.

Though Lesso did not say a single word, she placed a finger to her lips. A soft and unspoken gesture that speaks volumes.

Noticing the subtle indirect hint of that action, you felt a faint, almost imperceptible tug in your chest.

The realization hits. The gifts were from the Deans…

"Do you think they know?" Dovey asked quietly, as she gazed to Lesso.

"I doubt it," Lesso replied playfully, her voice low but laced with an unreadable warmth.

"But I don’t think they need to."

Dovey’s smile widened. "Perhaps not."

As the students continued to unwrap their gifts with wonder, the two Deans exchanged a quiet glance, a silent understanding between them.

And for just a moment, as you stood there under the tree, surrounded by the quiet magic of the school, you understood. Sometimes, the most powerful gestures of all were the ones left unspoken..

#Spotify #dovesso #school for good and evil #sfgae #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso #platonic oneshots #platonic #clarissa dovey #dovey #fanfic #oneshot #tumblr fyp #fypシ #AceWritesOneshots #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader

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horeformilfs · 2 years ago

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qianzhangs · 3 months ago

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(AU where the tale of sophie & agatha ends with the first book, rafal never stored his soul with evelyn, and sophie & agatha return to the school afterwards)

Not many people attend the funeral.

A few of Professor Sader's former students do, which is surprising. They're all historians and academics and authors, and they burn miniature copies of their books for him, raised dots shining on the paper. Some of them are familiar with the School for Good's vast grounds; some, those who were Never students, are not. But they close ranks like it doesn't matter at all.

Agatha learns, from Professor Dovey, that Professor Sader was a much more involved teacher before them. To Evers and Nevers alike. He'd distanced himself from their year; probably because he knew what was coming next. She sniffles a little as she says it.

Professor Sader's two older brothers are both there; both must be seventy at the least. The oldest, January, burns drawing paper and fine sets of paint, his face desolate. He speaks of Professor Sader like he raised his younger brother, and from what Professor Dovey says he practically did. How it must hurt, for your brother to leave you behind one final time.

His husband Matthew drops a stack of notes into the flames, the familiar dots glittering on the surface. He'll place a hand on Agatha's shoulder, later, and thank her for coming; tell her that Professor Sader was waiting for her, all this while. January will turn away, so Agatha doesn't have to see him cry.

July is the second brother, and he lingers a distance away from the casket. He doesn't burn anything, but he does step closer— just for a second— and whisper something Agatha doesn't want to hear.

Professor Sader has a sister, too. A half-sister. Her name is Evelyn, and Professor Dovey speaks of her with a quiet exhaustion. She taught at the School once. She doesn't return: not to see her brothers, not to say goodbye.

But one of her sons does. Rhian, he says softly when Professor Dovey asks. He looks very much like Professor Sader did; maybe that's why the adults can't bear to look at him, at the Sader who still has his whole life ahead of him. He never knew his uncle. January sent them the invitation anyway. His twin brother Japeth hadn't seen the need to go; but Rhian had always wanted a family.

The Sader brothers are kind to him. But they don't look at him. He goes to stand next to Agatha instead, like some odd pair of cousins. She doesn't object.

Who else? Not even the faculty attend. Most of them made no secret that they thought him insane. There's Professor Dovey, of course, and Lady Lesso by her side, for once silent. They each burn little paper models of houses: Professor Dovey's is a model of his rooms in the School, and Lady Lesso's is a replica of the Library of Virtue.

Then there's Callis. Agatha hadn't even known they knew each other. But she received an invitation from January, along with Agatha's, and their whole twisting story had come out. Their mutual respect, as researchers, as academics. Their friendship. The way Professor Sader had saved Callis' life, given her a way out of the Woods, just as he'd saved Agatha's. Just as he'd saved the School. Callis burns him paper clovers, the smoke reflecting in her gaze, curling up into the distant sky.

And Agatha rounds it off. She hadn't known Professor Sader, not really. But he'd known her. He'd cared.

He might have been something like a father to her, in some other life.

Just not this one.

She burns her copy of The Tale of Sophie and Agatha for him. She'd transcribed it, with Callis' help, into those patterns of raised dots. Professor Sader had never gotten to read it. He'd given his life for it. She thinks he's owed at least this much.

Thank you, she says quietly to him, as the smoke rises. She hopes that he can hear. She'll make sure people remember that it's his story, too.

#tw death #sge #tsfgae #school for good and evil #august sader #agatha of woods beyond #ficlet #saderposting #*#the burning of paper-based items is a chinese funeral tradition since i hc sader as half chinese #this is a heavy one #also quite hc heavy

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 2 years ago

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So you're taking requests, huh? Could I ask for a Lady Lesso x Reader fic with a "secret" relationship? 😗 Something along the lines of Lesso having a whole damn family (like a wife and a kid or two) but no one at the school knows, maybe because they've never actually seen R. And then one day R comes to the school in search of her wife (for whatever reason, you decide) and basically everyone finds out and the students and other teachers are like "Lesso has a wife???". I've been exhausted lately and I could use some fluff and fun. ☺️

I thank you in advance and I hope you have a wonderful day! ✨️

Nemmy

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes!

> content/warnings: pregnant R, shocking revelations, L finding fun in D's suffering

> a/n: this was adorable to write! i finally got to debut my OC, which is Millie/Millicent! 🥹 tysm for requesting!

To my Ever,

How has your month been? Has it been miserable since I left? Thought so. I wrote this letter for you to know I am not dead... yet. But I know Dovey is planning something. I don't hold it against her, I am a Never after all. Bringing and causing trouble is what we do. I deeply miss you, the corridors of the good side has never been empty. Your eyes are the only ones that make the Good side worth to step on. How are the little Never-evers? Tell me if Milicent has been causing any trouble, I would gladly send a flying lizard in her dreams. But what about the bun? Have they kicked yet? Do write to me whenever they do. I would love not to miss it, but the children here would not last a day without me. Yesterday, Hort tripped on a root in the Blue Forest and got himself bitten on every part of his body by the roses. What an idiot. That's all I can give you over letter, I'm counting the days I get to be with you and the little devils soon. I love you.

- Your Never

“Write to you huh?” You smirked and caressed your bump whilst Milicent laid on your lap. Brushing Milicent's hair from her face, you pinched the girl's cheek. “How about we take a little trip to Nemmy?”

As soon as you mentioned Leonora's name to your child, Milicent dropped to sit down on the floor and stared at you excitingly. “We're going to see Nemmy? Me wikey!”

You gave your eldest a chuckle. “You wikey, huh? Then go on, pack your things!” With that, Milicent ran off to her room.

Smiling to yourself, you gazed at the portrait of you and Leonora on your wedding day. “I miss you, my Never.”

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“I swear! Lesso, you always do this!” Dovey stomped in front of Lesso and plopped down on the chair.

Rolling her eyes, Lesso scoffed and massaged her temples. “What have I done now, princess?” Dovey was driving her mad. Leonora knows she didn't do anything, yet here was her counterpart scolding her.

Dovey grumbled and sat up straight. Waving her hands, Dovey conjured a piece of paper and flicked it on Lesso's desk. “Were you ever going to tell me that you have a daughter?”

Lesso's eyes widened as she listened to Dovey and read the contents of the paper at the same time. Written on the paper was- ‘Can't wait to see you Nemmy! Love, Millie.’

Breathing heavily, Lesso closed her eyes and folded the paper in half, hiding it at a cabinet in her desk. “You–” Lesso pointed a finger to Dovey's direction. “will not speak of this. To anyone. Understand?”

Eyes widening, Dovey gulped and nodded frantically. Dovey has had her moments wherein Lesso has been vile, evil, and unmerciful. But the Lesso in front of her was different. Dovey noticed the passion fueled by love behind Lesso's eyes. Relaxing slightly, Dovey fiddled with her thumbs and leaned forward. “So– a family huh?”

Sighing and leaning back her chair, Lesso nodded and conjured a photo frame. “Yes. Millicent is five years, turning six next month. The bun is due for another two months.” She explained to her counterpart. Lesso found something to laugh about as she watched Dovey panicking.

Stretching her fingers and blowing her baby hairs, Dovey took it upon herself to not look into Lesso's eyes. “May I ask, who?”

Lesso raised her eyebrow at Dovey, making the Ever restate her question. “Who's the lucky Never?”

Dovey winced at her words and watched as Lesso's face went through different emotions the past minute before it settled into a mocking smile. “Oh no, you've got it all wrong, Clarissa.” Lesso smirked at Dovey, knowing that her revelation will shock the Dean of Good. “Y/N is an Ever.”

Dovey gasped and choked on thin air at Lesso's words. Y/N... THE Y/N?! “You–” Dovey pointed her index finger at Lesso. “married Y/N? THE Y/N?!”

Lesso shrugged and gave Dovey a victorious look. “Well.”

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Lunch came and Dovey found herself staring at Lesso and avoiding the Dean of Evil's eyes when Lesso shot her a look of annoyance. It wasn't that Dovey was... well surprised. She's more shocked than surprised. What she means is, Y/N of The Isle married someone like Lesso? The scariest person in their school.

Dovey continued to stare at Lesso, but her attention was gotten by a knocking on the door. Standing up, Dovey frowned when the fairies flew in one line. “The fairies never behaved like this before, Clarissa. What is happening?” Anemone, the one standing beside Dovey, asked the Dean.

But before Dovey could reply, a small child came barreling down the hall and ran towards Lesso.

“Nemmy! Nemmy!”

Every Ever and Never who had food in their mouths choked whilst the others had their jaws dropping as they saw the Dean of Evil stand up and meet the child halfway.

“Why hello there, sweet child.” Lesso knelt down and embraced the child whilst caressing her hair.

“Nemmy... I missed you! Did you see my wetter?” Millicent played with her mother's tie and looked up innocently.

Lesso hummed and nodded. “I did. Now where is your mother?”

Just as Millicent was about to answer, the fairies made way to the tired Ever. “Right here, m'love.”

Leaving Millicent a kiss on the forehead, Lesso motioned the child to run towards Dovey and Anemone as she waltz towards her wife. As you were arms length away, Lesso took your hand and dragged you towards her and locked you in an embrace. “How has my wife been?”

Not believing her eyes earlier, Anemone trusted her ears and gasped as she heard Lesso's question towards you. Leaning towards Dovey, she asked. “Lesso... has a wife?”

Millicent grinned up at Anemone and answered while holding up two fingers. “And a kid too!”

#lady lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #school for good and evil #clarissa dovey #dean of evil

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farahtissaiamyloves · 2 years ago

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Hii, This is my first time asking for a request! If your not taking requests please ignore this. I love your writing by the way! <3 lady lesso x reader, I was wondering if you could do a part 2 Of im not a child anymore. Maybe they would have to hide there relationship. And lesso being head over heels for the reader. TY<3

I'm not a child anymore - part 2

Hi !!! Thanks for doing this request. I hope to receive more of your wonderful ideas in the future:)

Part 1

It was not entirely forbidden.

Both of you were evil and professors. However, in order for your relationship to be considered appropriate, you needed time.

Time that both of you were tired of giving.

It was one of the only times you considered your special ability as a true gift.

You could wait for her to walk through a deserted corridor and sneak up to her from behind.

You didn't know how, but Leonora always seemed to know wherever you were to tackle her and was fast enough to grab you and press you against the wall.

The redhead through the years of her education had taken lots of height, resulting in her looming over you.

" Naughty girls need to be punished. " She would whisper sensually before kissing you senseless and then lead you to the closest of your chambers.

You were the oldest, but it was clear as day who was wearing the pants in your relationship.

Leonora was over the moon.

She had been dreaming about it for ages, you sitting on her lap, you playing with her hair, you kissing her cheek, you still asleep (preferably naked) in her arms.

She wanted everything.

EVERYTHING from you.

The innocent and the dirty things.

She wanted to be able to wrap her hand around your waist, showing off to everyone.

She wanted to be able to gaze at you lovingly whenever you disciplined a student with a little more violence than necessary.

How much did Leonora love watching you asserting your dominance (on other people's expense) or you using violence.

You were the angel of darkness (literally, that's what everybody called you), yet Leonora wouldn't hesitate a single second to name you the goddess of beauty, as she found you prettier than the night sky itself.

You were both in love. So in love.

And you were both forced to hide it. Hide your mutual attraction, and your flirtatious little comments needed to be greatly diminished, especially with either the dean of good or Leonora's 'friend', aka Clarissa Dovey.

One day, both you and Leonora decided to take a walk around the castle grounds, under the protection of the night and the magnificent moonlight, creating such a unique and romantic atmosphere.

You were leaning against her right arm, half asleep because the previous night you slept for approximately one hour (the dean of good forced you to stay awake, claiming that she suspected one of your students was stealing from one of hers - she was so disappointed when she was proven wrong).

Leonora had placed her hand in a way to allow you to lean on her while also propelling you forward.

You yawned, closing your eyes and allowing your secret girlfriend to walk you around.

Leonora kissed the top of your head, continuing walking but changing direction.

" Where are we going ? " You asked too lazy - and bored - to open your eyes.

" We are going to put you back to bed. " Leonora half laughed, not able to understand how you were unable to even think.

You hummed, wrapping your hands around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. " I see... "

There was long silence while Leonora was making sure that neither of you was going to fall off.

" Will you sleep with me ? Please ? " You whined, kissing her shoulder-blade.

Leonora patted your back and left a kick kiss on your forehead. " You know that you don't even have to ask. "

You made a celebrating sound before stopping abruptly. Leonora immediately followed suit.

You pointed at her right. " I think your friend Dovey is hiding there. "

The never professor raised an eyebrow. " It can't be, she's not very fond of walking around the school at night. "

" LEONORA FUCKING LESSO. YOU ARE VERY WELL AWARE THAT ALL OF US ARE FORBIDDEN TO BRING OUR LOVERS IN SCHOOL GROUNDS, MUCH MORE DURING THE SCHOOL YEAR. YOU INSOLE- " Dovey stopped midsentence realizing who was in Leonora's hands.

You turned to face her - still glued on your lover's body. " You done ? "

Clarissa swallowed hard. She was - for a first time in a really long while - speechless.

" Well, if that's the case, then I better go to bed. You, evers, wasted enough of my time with your stupid ideas and even more useless and boring opinions. " You waved her off, turning your back at her.

Leonora smirked, interlocking your hands together as she waved mockingly goodbye to Clarissa.

" Oh, before I forgot. Mention anything of this to your annoying Dean, and you will suddenly lose your ability to breathe. " You added like it was no big deal.

Little Dovey was slowly tearing up. Both you and Leonora had graduated which meant...

The girl turned around and practically run back to the school for good.

Little did she know that both of you and your lover were laughing your asses at the sight of her disheveled state.

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Hiiii! So I have a lady Lesso request

Lady Lesso x drunk reader (either a student of age or teacher) whichever you are comfiest with

Reader is a very goofy drunk until they start to sober and then they are very emotional and they just keep explaining how in love with Lesso they are in front of the staff and beautiful they find her inside and out. How they want to marry her and live forever with her. Reader is also super snuggly and clingy when sobering up and pushing her away would make her cry.

Emotional Love

*Authors notes~a small break from the smut, not that I don't love it but this one's been sat here for a while now*

Trigger warnings~ drunk reader teacher of age x dean Leo pining reader trying to initiate sex under the influence

Prompt~ see ask^^^^*

A simple plan, a few drinks with some of the fellow Ever staff soon resulted into a game of never have ever. The rules were simple, if you did something you drink a shot, and then get to ask the next question. If there was multiple people who took the shot it was always passed to the left. It was no secret that you walked the line between good and evil, so it should've been obvious that you'd be the one who ended up the most drunk. Yet you still indulged the woman to play.

"Never have I ever wished for a child" Clarissa murmured watching as a few of the woman and yourself took a shot before taking her own. "Never have I ever had a sex dream of another woman" Anemore chose with a smirk, of course you would take a shot. "Never have I ever hated my subject" you smirked back at Emma as she took a shot. "Never have I ever had a personal conversation with Leonora" Helga whispered, her eyes stayed away from yours. In their male form Yuba and Leonora were sort of acquaintances. You took your shot alongside Clarissa. The game continued on much like that until you were very very drunk. "Oh! Let's do dares!" You giggled excitedly as if you'd just said the most amazing idea ever known to man.

"I'll go first, truth or dare Rissa?" Emma asked and naturally the dean choose truth. "Is it true you wish to join the schools together as one?" A silent nod was all she was given. "Truth or dare professor Espada" a small pause before "dare" was whispered. "I dare you to show us where your most hidden dagger is on your body." Standing up the more masculine woman pulled a dagger from the middle of her bra. "Truth or dare Y/n" you were so far gone you honestly went for what you thought was the better option, a dare. "I dare you to go and find Leonora and call her min söta tik." "Min söta tik" you repeated before standing up and leaving to find Leonora.

On the walk between the schools the air seemed to be harsher than before, instead of caressing your face it was now whipping it. Only then did it really hit you how drunk you truly were. Giggling as you tried to walk in a straight line which only resulted in you toppling over. Everything seemed to have you in a burst of giggles. The moon appears to have a face on it and you were happily having a conversation with the moon about why it was so yellow. Why yellow? Didn't it know yellow was not the way to go? No wonder why everyone says it's made of cheese if it wants to look yellow.

Arriving to Leonora's chambers you didn't even bother to knock, just barrelling into her room with a newfound confidence. But that very thing disappeared as soon as the redhead spoke up. "Dove?" Was all it took for you to burst into tears. "By the gods? What on earth is wrong?" She asked but her tone seemed to make you cry more. "I just I love you so much, you don't even know I exist! You're so pretty. On the inside. I wanna get inside you and stay foreverrrrr! Buy you don't know I want that. You're so beautiful Nora. M wan marry you and wake up with you next to me. Gods Nora I wanna make you feel so good, I could you know? I could make you feel like every colour of the rainbow, every star exploded in the galaxy just by my tongue in your-" your rant was cut off by the red head. "Woah woah dove you're drunk, you don't have a sound mind right now, you probably don't feel those things love" she rationalised but that made you sob, "I do feel them! I want you! I want to fuck you, marry you and love you! Why don't you want me?" Your tears and sobs were now bothering the woman, she hates to see you cry, let alone be the cause for it.

"Come here dove" she demanded opening her arms to you in an offer. One you immediately took, settling on her lap as her arms snaked around your waist. "Shhh see I'm here okay? But you're so drunk darling and I'd much rather have this conversation with you sober" she whispered to you hoping to soothe you with her presence. "M not drunk! Drunk can't go this" you explained with a goofy smile before attacking her neck with your lips. A hand trying to trail between your bodies only for Leonora to stop it on its way. "Darling, not while you're drunk. You're to special for that dove."

"min söta tik" you mumbled to her being absolutely star struck by her eyes, you look so adorable that she almost missed what you said to her then. "Pardon?" She replied with shock evident in her tone. "min söta tik, they said I had to say it? Is it bad Nora? I don't know what it means" you explained and Leonora knew she'd be having a word with Clarissa in the morning to discuss this. "It's not so nice darling, so we don't say it again okay? You're a sweet girl and that's why I love you." You snuggled into the woman's body in response, not processing that you'd just called her "my sweet bitch" but she was comforting and warm and that just made you wanna get closer and closer to her.

"Dove, you need to hop off my lap darling, my knee isn't liking the position" Lesso whispered to you only for you to start crying again. "I want stay. Warm!" You sobbed trying to cling to the woman but in your drunken state you interrupted it as her trying to get rid of you, why would she push you away? Doesn't she believe your feelings for her? Doesn't she care? Does she care for you like you do her?" You stiffened as your mind went round these thoughts on a loop. "Hey you, what's going on in that pretty kind of yours? I just thought we could snuggle in bed? You know Nora has a bad leg dove, it was cramping up so if I lay down and stretch it I can still hold you" she explained as you sniffled all tear eyed. "Mkay" you mumbled and allowed her to lead you to the bed, magically changing you and herself into some sleep wear before allowing you to come and snuggle up to her chest. "Sleep my dove we can talk in the morning about this emotional love."

Word count~ 1272

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ravennasgf · 10 months ago

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LL: More

TW: su!c!de

A/n: Was listening to More by Halsey when I came up with this

Being Lady Lesso’s secret lover was hard, but I accepted it for her sake.

Attending a ball for students and staff and not being able to dance with her hurt a little. Yes we were both Nevers, but she still didn’t want to have our relationship known.

“So anyone in your life yet?” My best friend Emma asks

“No, unfortunately,” I say as I see Lesso looking at me with a flash of hurt in her eyes.

~~ a few days later

Leo has been ignoring and avoiding me. I decide to talk to her. I knock on her room door.

“What do you want?” she asks her tone ice-cold

“What did I do wrong Leo…”

“Don’t call me that you have no right after what you said.”

“Is this about the ball? You’re the one who wanted our relationship secret because of your reputation and I have kept that,”

“Well it seems that you’re more than happy to be single so leave. I have a function to attend with someone,” she says. Hurt and betrayal fill me at how quickly she tossed me aside.

“So you’re pretending that there was or is nothing between us?”

“You made that clear the other day,”

“Nora…”

“No! get out now,” she shouts. I do so tears falling down my face as I leave the woman I love behind.

~~~ a week later

I see her around the school with the new me, she’s very similar to me, and it hurts like hell. I spend the day working the nights drinking myself into oblivion to drown my sorrows.

Broken beyond repair I take a week off of teaching. I turned to self harm, anti-depressants and alcohol still to numb the pain.

My dearest Leonora,

I have loved you for the longest time. I still love you and I can’t help it. Somehow I still love you more. I am truly sorry for everything that happened. I’m glad that you have found someone to move on with. I’m sorry for the hurt that I caused you. I’m sorry that the future we talked about won’t happen with me, but I hope your new girlfriend can fulfil it. I wish you nothing but the best. I know that you also hate seeing me every day, so I’m leaving so you no longer have the reminder of me. Again I’m so sorry, I will love you til my dying breath (soon) and wish you all the happiness in the world. I’ll see you on the other side.

Love y/n

I go to the garden and conjure a piano to play and sing as I cry my eyes out. It won’t matter soon I’ll be dead. The pain to much to handle. I start playing More by Halsey https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLw3JCQSkCU

I grab the letter out of my pocket and head to Nora��s office. I knock but there’s no answer meaning she’s out. I open the door and place the letter on her desk. I look around at the room seeing all the memories it holds I decide that the sooner I die, the better for me. I head to my room grabbing my razor, whiskey, and two bottles of pills. I then head to the old headmasters tower. It was time.

After ingesting the pills and alcohol and making deep cuts on my wrist crying my eyes out, my eyelids feel heavy. They finally close.

Lesso’s POV

Walking into my office I see a folded letter on my desk. As I open it and read it I feel overcome with emotion. I feel a little guilty about what happened. I regret not talking it through with her instead I pushed her away. “I will love you til my dying breath (soon)” as I read that line I stopped breathing. Is she planning what I think this implies. No, please no. as I finish reading the letter I feel a part of my die. A pain rips through my heart and I know that I was right in what she was implying. No, she’s gone and it’s all my fault.

“NO!” I scream out in pain as my heart breaks even more tears falling a million miles an hour down my face. Dovey and Emma run in.

“Lesso? What happened?”

“y/n she’s gone,”

“What?!’ they ask confused

“I’ll explain later we need to find her,” we all run out of my office trying to find her. I check the tower. Upon entering the tower I see her body on the floor, blood pooled around her. Alcohol bottles and pill bottles. I feel my heartbreaking even more. I rush forward and collect her body pulling it close to mine cradling it, as I scream out in pain. I eventually pick her up and carry her into the evers castle. Dovey and Emma see me and rush forward with tears in their eyes.

I bring her to the infirmary and lay her cold body down.

“What happened to her to get to this point,” Emma asks

“That may be my fault,” I whisper out

“What did you do?” Dovey asks me angrily. So I explain everything

“You know a true loves kiss can bring her back,” Dovey says.

“Just give it a go,” Emma pushes.

“Ok,” I give in. I give her a small kiss on the lips.

“Lady Lesso?” I hear y/n say hoarsely.

“y/n you’re ok?” I say with relief.

“Yeah, why are you here shouldn't, you be with your new girlfriend?”

“We’re not together anymore. I need you, and only you just like I love you and only you,”

“You clearly don’t Lesso and that’s fine, but please leave.”

“No please listen.”

“Fine,” she agrees

“y/n I love you and I know that I said we should keep our relationship secret but instead of talking it out that night I pushed you away, and I regret it with every fibre of my being as I almost lost you. y/n I love you and I want the whole world to know that it’s you that I love, want and need.” I explain desperation evident in my voice along with love.

“I love you too Lady Lesso,” she says quietly

“Will you be mine again?” I ask

“Yes but only if we start talking these things out,”

“I promise darling I can’t live without you,” I tell her honestly. She gives me her incredible smile which makes me smile.

a/n: please give any requests I’m out of ideas

#lady lesso x reader #charlize theron x reader #professor clarissa dovey smut #emma anemone x reader

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sere-rine · 2 years ago

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~The Greatest Never Of All Time (Part 1)~

SGE <Movie Edition> fanfiction. Lady Lesso x Fem reader.

A/N: Hi! I’m back again (I guess). And we have a lot of fanfics to make so hello Tumblr world AGAIN!

Warnings: Angst

“Rumors are true Y/n!” Said by Anemone who’s speaking and following me non-stop for the so called ‘news’ she have. I’m honestly getting irritated by this.

I halt my tracks then faced her with my most fake smile I could ever conjure. “Oh! Anemone, My sweet Ever friend... could you just... SHUT UP!” I yelled at her face and by that I successfully shut her up. I turn around and continue to go wherever I’m going. When I hear her steps following me again, I faced her again and point my index finger at her with an obvious angry expression and a deathly glare. She put her hands up then stop.

Tsk, so called rumor, and so what if they have broken up already? I don’t care. I am a Never. And Nevers don’t get their happy endings, nor their love. Lesso and Dovey, Dovey and Lesso, always them.

Lesso is my friend, tho she never want to admit it. We have been friends the first time she got here. I helped her with Rafal and also helped her became a Dean. I became the greatest Never of all time, Rafal could’ve chosen me but he knows and I know that however bad and evil I become, there is still love left in me. A love that I give only for Leonora. I stopped following my nemesis and stayed here on this school because Lesso chose to stay here. Like I said it’s hard for her to admit that I am her friend, that’s why it’s a surprise to me when she informed me about her love to the Dean of Good.

Have I not given everything to her? Is my love not enough for her? Well now look at who’s broken hearted? And how dare that Dean of Good break my Lesso’s heart. Days came by after her confession, I avoided her like a plague but I gave in. Who am I to stop her from loving the person she loves? Besides I never confessed to her my love so avoiding her would be unfair for her. Months into their secret, forbidden relationship, I became their wall and rug who hides them, find an excuse for their rendezvous and clean up the messes they made when they would almost be caught. I don’t care about the princess but I did it for Lesso’s good. All of it for her. And now they have broken up, I don’t what will happen.

I arrived at my room and open it. I would expect Lesso to be inside, ready to complain, or cry for her now ex but all I can see is an empty room. I breathe in the cool air from the opened window of the balcony and heaved a sigh. I removed my glasses and black blazer then snap my finger to make a coffee. Once I feel contented, I move to the balcony and gaze at the beautiful horizon our world can offer. Our side of the castle is darker and more gloomy than the Evers, but I would never trade the view. This view just match my mood and I feel better because of it. It’s a constant reminder that I am a Never who will never get to have anything good for I am destined to kill someone and succeed. A destiny that I left behind for A woman who will never be mine.

Halfway through my coffee a dove flew by fastly into my view and a few more seconds it came back again. It is now infront of me so I extend my hands and index finger for it to land if it wants to. It did and I brought it’s head to my forehead and can’t help but smile once we made a contact. Few more seconds it fly out of my hands and inside my room and it transform to a certain dean.

“What the F-”

“Oh please, watch your language dark princess.” I bring my cup into my mouth to drink the coffee that I had made.

“What- how did you know? Why are you here Clarissa?” I said after I closed the big ass windows of my balcony to try and hide her from any potential beings who might see her visit a Never.

“How... I read the restricted area of the library and why... Is because I wanna ask if you know where Lesso is?” My jaw dropped at her first statement but my expression suddenly changes when the second question came out of her mouth. My eyes rolled at her and passed by at her to change my clothes.

“I don’t know where she is, and don’t you dare ask me that question when you are the reason why she’s missing right now.” I said with bitterness. She just look at me with eyebrows up in the air.

“What now Prof Dovey? You broke our promise. You know I like- love her and yet you have the audacity to appear in my sight after you broke her heart? How dare you? The feeling of... I could’ve done so much more, I could’ve love her better, and yet she was just broken by some Head of Good. I’m so infuriated that I could kill you right now Clarissa so choose your next words wisely.” My eyes are red due to tears that are ready to fall and my voice are low but laced with venom and hatred over the princess in front of me.

She just sits on my bed without any fear on her face. “You could kill me, that’s true. The greatest Never of all Time. I know why Rafal chose Lesso a long time ago. He wanted to beat you, so he chose someone else. You could have killed Princess Uma and succeed but you chose to stay here. I bet you haven’t read one of The Narrator’s on-going story haven’t you?” She asks me with a knowing tone.

“Of course not, you crazy Ever. It was in the tower of the Headmaster. How did you even get there?” I’m astonished right now over this Fairy’s actions and revelations.

“It said there the reason. Other powerful being people may not be able to read your mind but the Narrator always know. Leonora stayed because she knew your capabilities and she knew that if you both did what you both are destined to do, then she might not be able to see you again.”

A moment of silence has passed between us and I was stunned. There’s no way Leonora was thinking of me, there is no way she could exchange Rafal’s wishes for me.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible Clarissa. Rafal is her first love and she would do anything for him.”

“I think you should really talk to her. Such a great, amazing, and incredible Never and yet you are dumb when it comes to love.” I look at her, she is already on my door looking at me with a smile but shaking her head.

“I don’t think I appreciate that compliment.” She just giggle and looked over my shoulder then nod. My brows cocked over her actions but I suddenly felt chill when I heard a voice.

“I got it from here Clarissa.” The only voice that can weaken my knees and sent chills over my entire body. The door closed and I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

“He was never my love, nor Dovey. Only you occupied my heart darling.” She whispered over ear and red covered my entire face.

BLEEHHHH, Did I just end it on a cliffhanger? UH YAH DOOOOYYY! Hahahaha have fun everyone!

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swamp-wittch · 8 months ago

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NSFW ALPHABET - Lady Lesso x OA!student

warnings - nsfw, did you read the title?

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It all depends. the first time you guys hooked up, she wouldn't care. shed probably fuck and leave, or kick you out. after a few times she might try and put some effort in but i don't think shed be the type to really care - especially if you two are just fuggin. if you two were in a relationship, i think shed try, but maybe shed just sleep after or.. clean you up? B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) on herself, she loves her arms, and her hands. she loved the way she can turn you around and bend you over, or make you buckle while she is knuckle deep in you on you, she loves the way you look at her when you're in class, or when she is on top of you. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) she loves making you cum. making you cum makes her cum, ust thinking about it. if you two are hooking up, she thinks about your face afterwards, while trying to sleep. she ends up getting wet again just thinking about it. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) there is two, with the same concept. she would love for you to be under her desk while she is teaching, eating her out and tasting her. she knows youre the one of the two to make more sound (you little rascal) so she had no problem with that.

the other is essentially the same thing, but eating you out in a restaurant or even in your dorm with other girls around you.. they know honey. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) is that even a question? she is lady fucking lesso she is experienced. more with women than males, but its no different when youre cumming. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) she giggles at your overreaction when youre needy. she would go a little faster and youd be screaming, which she thought was so adorable. but other than that, she is a serious person. afterwards, when in public she would mention something you said during sex just to piss you off but nothing too bad. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) she likes to keep herself at least trimmed - she doesnt have the time to be clean shaven all the time. she prefers her partner to do the same - easy access to her favourite meal. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) she doesnt mean to make it romantic, but the pace, the way she works her way around your hips bucking and your legs shaking just makes it so much more intamate. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) all the fucking time. you never know if she has a vibrator in her undies or not - her drive is CONSTANT. she likes jerkinf off infront of you while your tied down. thats also the way to get her to break. if she is mad at you, just jerk off close o her or be extra loud, shed be coming right back to taste you. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) tying. you. down. voyerism, exabitionism, mistress, choking, knife play... anything bdsm really.. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) absolutely, thank you. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) yes, thanks. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) anything that was ACTUALLY risky, like getting fired or expelled or even arrested. she also wouldnt do something to drastically harm you, like shes happy with leaving a scar that will fade in max a year but she isnt going to damage you so bad that its gonna be with you for the rest of your life, or be on your record type of thing. also nothing to do with r-pe play, and CNC. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) giver giver giver giver giver giver giver. she will take though and oh my god when she receives... the SOUNDS. P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) depends if its on you or on her. if its on you, its slow, loving and pretty (unless its hate fucking which is so hot i dont even care) but if its on her she wants it hard and fast and so many rounds you couldnt believe she had it in her. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) spectacular, terrific, brilliant, striking, picturesque, eye-catching, breathtaking, arresting, amazing, glorious, out of this world, amazeballs. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

i mentioned a lot od times that she is into public shit, and in N that she wouldnt do anything actually bad. over the years she has found this happy medium of when to do when caught and how to not get caught. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) she can go for longer than.. girl its.. its alot.

she also kind of had this false sense that everyone has the same in them hen in reality they dont. she could easily make you cum 20 times in a row and she wouldnt be tired. for her her minimum is 3, and her partner is 2. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) so many toys its crazy. she had this whole box - im not talking shoe box im talking hoover box... U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) she teases you to the brink of TEARS... but dont you dare tease her back you will.. youll regret it - lets just say that. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) she doesnt make much noise, but when she does, its so hot.

"oh thats it honey.. make your mistress feel good.." shell say as she looks down at you, running her fingers through your hair.

"oh fuck" shell say as she puts her head back. "oh you know just how to make me cum, dont you sweetie?" she builds up to her orgasm. (im not doing w - wildcard because it is so late, im so tired and i really cba... youll get one soon guys, once my account builds up the algorithm that it used to have.) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) red/black underwear, red/black bra, slightly toned. itty bitty tittys Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) SSSSOOOOOO HHHHIIIGGGHHHH OOOHHH MY GOD... i said before 20 rounds and girl i MEANT IT. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) if she came, pretty fast. if she didnt, she will wait for you to sleep, making sure youre okay, then she might scroll on her phone for a bit while she drifts off.

#lady lesso #nsft alphabet #sfgae #lesbianism #wlw smut #wlw nfst #wlw concepts #so hot omg

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maitressonneurs · 1 year ago

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A Fairytale

Lady Lesso x fem!reader

A:n : Hello guys ! Here it is my first fanfic about Lady Leonora Lesso (the one and only). Hope y'all enjoy this !

English is'nt my first language, sorry for the errors.

Warnings : none, just slow burn like we all like, no smut for this one xox

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You were teacher at The School for Good and Evil. It's been yet severe years that Rafal had controled the young Sophie and her friend, Agatha, saved the school and it's members. You came right after the incident, applying for the botanic course. The post was already taken yet so the School Master offered you a new role, the art professor. You were a bit confused at first. You suspected the old man for creating this new post to keep you in the school, knowing your talent to discuss with students about their feelings. It does'nt deplease you, quite the opposite actually, you waited impatiently your return among your fellow heroes.

Before going back to your little village, you get of your way by passing by the Academy. Obviously, you joined The School for Good and Evil, under the supervision of an other professor that Clarisse Dovey, who were a student back then. You had friends, like anyone else. You fell also in love, like anyone else. But you heart was attracted by the famous Cruella De Vil, who did'nt like anything else except the fashion industry and dalmatians. You tried to catch her attention during three years by changing your style and studying the last trends, to talk with her about it when you met her at the canteen.

You understood your love was one-sided when, during the winter ball, she confimed it. After you greased the palm of a teacher by offering him help to clean his office, you were authorised to come in. At first, you were ill at ease to find yourself surrounded by all these different people. Then after a few glassses of punch, your anxiety was gone at the same time as your sobriety. You had fun swirling through the most known Evils on heavy metal. You were laughing heartily at Captain Hook's jokes when a hand layed on your shoulder. You turned over to see the woman of your desires standing behind you, a fist on her hip. She frowned, hiding her beautiful black and white make-up. It smelled like trouble.

-Hi Ella, you giggled seeing the beauty.

-Y/N, we need to talk.

-Sure !

You catched her hand in yours while dragging her behind the curtains.

-Are you drunk ? she realised.

-Yeah, I was so stressed by finding myself here.

-What on earth are you doing ? You are no supposed to be here...

-I wanted to see what's like here !

-To do what ? You have your own ball.

-But you're not invited to mine ! I wanted to tell you something top secret and super embarassing. So there I am !

-What's your secret ? she suddenly was very interested by the conversations. She finded you funny.

-You will never believe me but I'm in love with you ! That's stupid, right ?

-You're... in love with me ?

-Ridiculous, isn't it ?

-Absolutley Y/N ! I hope that's another of your strange jokes. You're an Ever and I'm a Never, that's just impossible. And I also don't share your... feelings.

You sobered up quickly. Your heart missed a beat. An Ever get a knock back by a Never. Old habits die hard.

-Cool... Right, where the only two words you said before disppeared from the ball.

You ran through the hallways, teardrowps running down your cheeks. Your heart was broken in two. You kept going, passing over the rooms. Your steps led you outside. You needed fresh air. You sat nearby the lake in the vast garden. You cried a lot. You only heard your heart-rending sob into the dark night. Through the last tears, you took a moment to observe your surroudings. It was your first time going out during the night, under the moonlight. The white crescent reflected on the dark waters of the lake, enhancing the pretty lilypads flourishing at the surface, offering a shelter for the singing little tee frogs. For you. They sang for you, expressing your sadness. A soft breeze swept the last salty tears away from your cheeks. You closed your eyes while taking a deep breath, enjoying the peacfull environment.

Ten years later, here you are again, sat in the grass, listening to the frogs croaking their heart out under the moon. The wind blew in your hair, not your tears anymore.

After this bad ending, you had deceided to concentrate only in your studies. You began by isolating yourself more often, losing a lot of your old friends, fearing to be hurt again. You could have been the princess in all the tales, who get married with her prince charming. You were made for it. You used to be the kindest with a pretty smile. But it was gone. You became the shadow of yourself, erring in the library, searching for a new book to read. You offsetted your solitude by learning new stuffs. You were the model student by only taking notes and asking questions. No one saw you again in the cafetaria, where you used to be the most. Your friends noticed this radical change. The rumor you get turned down by Cruella went around the school. You knew exactly where it came from. Cruella wasn't the kind of person to keep her adventures for herself.

You were entitled to these disparaging looks from the other Evers, who didn't understand how you could fall in love with a Never. According to some, it was to receive attention. You defended yourself at the beginning, faced with these accusations. Then, as time passed, you let the Evers' remarks pass over you, no longer bothering to even glance at them. The reaction of the Nevers was not very different in a sense. Your locker and the door to your room had been sprayed with degrading insults about you. You found yourself pushed around, cornered in the corridors by groups of Nevers, who were making fun of you. It was all difficult to deal with but you were doing pretty well until you saw Cruella laughing her head off as she threw you a ball of paper. Until then, you sincerely thought that she still considered you as her friend, but your beliefs quickly fell apart when you unfolded the sheet of paper which contained a drunken caricature of you at the Nevers ball grotesquely declaring your attraction to her.

It was only the only class in common with the Nevers, so you thought you would worry less about it, unfortunately, it was even worse. The Professor snatched the drawing from your hands and looked at it for a long time before showing it to the whole class, asking who had drawn this. No one denounced themselves and screams came from every corner. You didn't have the heart to tell off your friend. Even though you were dead inside, you didn't want her to feel the same way you did. Nobody deserves this.

Obviously, the director was made aware of the situation. The educational team tried to put solutions in place. But none really worked. You endured all the sorrows of the world until the end. When you finished your years, two choices were available to you: return to your rotten little village or live a fairy tale.

When you returned, the Grand Master asked you if it was a good idea to come back to this place that had caused you so much suffering. You smiled at him frankly, explaining that it was the past, that there was no one left from that distant era in the establishment and that you had inquired before applying. You also said that you didn't want any more students to suffer the same abuse and that the best way to deal with it was to deal with this type of thing yourself. It was probably this part that appealed to him the most about your application.

-Professor L/N? What are you doing out so late? A student's voice brought you out of your memories, making you turn your head towards him. You knew him well, he was a regular at school time. Even though he was an Ever, that didn't stop him from making a mess wherever he went. Professor Dovey said it was a repressed Never, you argued that it was his way of expressing himself.

-I contemplate the beauty of nature, Arthur. I could ask you the same thing but I know very well that you are going to tell me about it, so please sit here, you patted the grass next to you, inviting him to sit down.

-I don't really know how to talk about it so I went taking a little walk outside, see, and then I saw you all alone so I said to myself: why not talk about it with Professor L/N. She is there for us. And so here I am.

-Come to the point Arthur. You shouldn't be here, it's already well past curfew, so if you don't want to get caught by other teachers, get to the point, you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Normally your work hours ended at the sunset but you couldn't say no to these faces.

-Yeah, sorry ma'am. In fact, I'm… I fell in love and I don't really know how to say it without making a fool of myself, you see?

-How long do you have it on your heart?

-Oh, it must have been, I don’t know, it must have been two months. At first, you see, I thought that I just considered him as a friend then I realized that well, hm no… it's embarrassing to say but like, I imagined him trying to rolling around while caressing me-

-Thank you Arthur, no need to detail so much. Just saying you realized you liked boys is no big deal, you know, it's nature.

-Yeah but… I don't think I like girls… Like, you're very beautiful and everything, I'm not saying the opposite eh, but it just doesn't match, see? And it's weird deep down because I always believed that I would be a prince charming, like my father was. I think I'm a little afraid of that… I'm afraid of not being loved anymore because I like guys. And I can't talk about that with others, I have the impression that they wouldn't understand. I don't know what to do, because I want to tell everyone but also keep it to myself like… I don't know.

-It's normal to ask questions about who we are, about what we will become, to link reality with our dreams. It’s also normal to be afraid. We don't know the people we meet deeply enough to be sure of their reaction, and fortunately you are afraid to talk about it, you are afraid that their outlook will change and since you consider them your friends, it's hard to think that they can leave at any time because of who you are. But if they're really meant for you, they won't let you down, ever. And that’s what’s wonderful about friendship. It’s taking risks to get closer and closer to others, in the hope that they will one day return it. And we are made like that, Ever or Never, magical or not. We are made to be loved and to love in return. So if you feel it, talk about it, it's the best way to have answers.

-You are an old soul, Professor. I've never heard so well spoken of in my life, I swore.

-You make me laugh, Arthur. Now that I have listened to you, will you do the same and go to bed?

-But I still don’t know if I should confess my crush to him!

-The night door advises, young prince, rest, talk to your friends, listen to them but not too much then make your decision, that's all I will tell you this evening. Come on, damn! you gently shook him off with the back of your hand.

-Thank you Professor L/N, you are the best! he stood up, a big smile on his lips.

-Go away, little brat, and don't let me catch you hanging out of your room again at night! you made him a sign and returned to contemplating the spectacle in front of you. You were a short sleeper, not needing many hours of sleep to be in good shape the next day. However, tomorrow was a big day, you were going to take care of the ball with other teachers which will take place in a month. It was a big first for you, you kept bad memories of the last one in which you participated. But you wanted to move on, to someone else, actually. A certain Never redhead had caught your eye from the first day, and you couldn't stop thinking about her since the beginning of this year. You had a good summer vacation, having gone on a trip with other of your colleagues, including Clarisse Dovey, a great friend since you returned to the Academy. You had invited Leonora Lesso to join you but she had claimed important work that could not be postponed. Clarisse explained to you later that Lesso never took part in these kinds of outings, still having difficulty adapting to the Never Ever mixity.

That didn't stop you from sending her postcards every two days to tell her about your days and show her everything she was missing by wanting to lock herself in her office for such beautiful months. She had, of course, never responded to you. You expected no less from her, but you hoped, during these two months, to receive even a simple piece of news, reassuring you that she was still alive. Dovey had noticed your daily trips from the mailbox to the vacation home but also the letters you sent regularly. At first, she didn't care, but seeing that you weren't letting go, she wanted to talk to you about it. You beat around the bush every time she came to discuss it, at the table, or when you were enjoying the sun.

One evening, towards the end of the holidays, a big party was organized in the lodge. You had danced all evening, drinking multiple martinis. When a quieter song played, you went to sit on a chair to catch your breath. Clarisse finally joined you a few moments later, handing you a glass of water, which you swallowed in one gulp.

-Ask me your question, Cla, I promise to finally answer it.

-Are you sure ? You're a little drunk so I don't want you to regret it.

-Yeah, go ahead, otherwise you'll have a heart attack.

-Who are you sending all these letters to?

-To Leonora.

-No way! she made her eyes wide, smiling fully. “La Leonora, our Lesso?”

-Don’t make fun of me, please, you looked at your empty glass, smiling softly.

-It’s not my thing, you know that. So you are…

-In love, yeah, you finished his sentence, biting your lip, cheeks red.

-But it’s great Y/N! she yelled, shaking your shoulders.

-It depends on who, you laughed, shrugging your shoulders. “She still hasn’t responded to me since the start of the vacation so I really think it’s dead.”

-No. You know Lesso. She has too much ego to do anything nice, especially to an Ever. But I think, no, I'm sure it pleases her, even if she doesn't know how to handle so much attention. The last time, it was with Rafal and she was really disappointed…

-She told me about it, not the part where she was disappointed but I understood it well, it's just that, since my misadventure, I don't really know which way to think anymore.

-You must stop overthinking, Y/N, otherwise you will never get through it darling, I assure you, words of Fairy Godmother.

-I believe you, Clarisse, I believe you…

-Stop moping, come dance, it’s my favorite song, she said, pulling your hand.

-You've been saying that since the beginning of the evening!

-Um, probably, but at the same time, the playlist is incredible!

-You did it, you laughed, letting yourself be carried away.

-All the more reason to dance, come on!

The end of the stay went well. Clarisse kept making allusions to Lesso in the presence of the other teachers without revealing your crush for the redhead, luckily for you. When you returned to the Academy, you were so busy preparing your classes for the start of the school year and reading student files, even those you already knew, that you didn't really have the opportunity to talk at length with Lesso . You saw her from time to time, during breaks at the coffee machine, but that was all. She didn't try to come and talk to you either, even if it meant disturbing you during your work, which tugged at your heart, thinking that she would come and chat at least after all the letters sent. Since no discussion had started on her part, you left her alone. It was a cold shower, you who had been making films all summer after your return, you were clearly disappointed by her non-reaction. The flashbacks of your last attempt came back to your mind regularly and your isolation mechanism came back into place. But Dovey didn't see it that way by forcing you to help organize the ball, which you accepted, not reluctantly because you liked taking care of that kind of thing, but rather because you had to see people and that didn't enchant you.

You were working in your office on the next class. You had planned to do some painting outside but it was pouring rain, at least that was what the weather forecast said. So you were thinking about a replacement activity but nothing came to mind. You felt like you lacked inspiration for everything. Nothing made you want to paint or draw. No play seemed interesting to you to learn. The clay did not meet your expectations. And finally, the last writing assignment you asked your students was beyond mediocre and the results made you want to vomit. You had been digging through books for more than two hours now to get even an ounce of idea but nothing. Infinite nothingness.

-Y/N, excuse me for disturbing you but we need to talk about planning the ball.

-Oh, sure, what time is it? you looked up when you heard Emma Anemone. She pulled out a chair and sat down in front of your messy desk, littered with papers, sketches and books of all kinds.

-Learning about beauty, why do you read this kind of thing? she frowned as she grabbed the first book.

-Because I have no idea for my class tomorrow. I'm starting to no longer know where to go.

-But Y/N, tomorrow is Saturday! laughed the Professor. “We don’t have class!”

-Is it Friday? you stopped writing on a post it and raised your head. “But that means we have a prom meeting happening in a week! My god, what time is it?”

-It's six o'clock in the evening. The meeting started an hour ago, that’s why I came to pick you up.

-Oh my, I was so deep in my research that I lost track of time, you stammered, opening a drawer with a folder containing all your notes for organizing the ball.

-You're not the only one, it seems that Leonora caught the same illness as you, mocked Emma.

You nodded then headed towards the room where the meeting was taking place. You apologized flatly and sat down next to your friend before trying to resume the thread of the discussion.

-We were talking about the buffet, Clarisse whispered in your ear.

-Thank you, you smiled at her, placing your hand on her thigh. You had both gotten used to being quite tactile in each other's company.

-What do you think, Y/N? asked Lesso, who hadn't said anything since she arrived at the same time as you. You turned to her, not really understanding why she was asking you the question. You rummaged through your notes before clearing your throat.

-So… I noted that it would be essential to have vegan and anti-allergic meals. Otherwise, tapas are easier to eat. I don't really see what to add, we had already talked about it and everyone agreed, if I remember correctly, you conclude by putting your hand back where it was, having removed it when you spoke.

-I think Y/N said everything, does anyone have anything to add? No ? Well, we can move on to the next item: drinks, the School Master redirected, checking a box on the board behind him.

You listened attentively to the discussions going well. You had the same debate about whether to add alcoholic drinks or not last week. Mechanically and to kill the boredom that was growing deep within you, your fingers made small circles on your friend's leg.

-Y/N? What do you think ? Since you have easy contact with the students, what did they say? Lesso called out to you, tapping the table with his fingertips. She stared at you, waiting for you to respond.

-Um, I haven't really had the chance to talk about it with them. It’s not really what they come to talk to me about, actually. But if you ask me, I think it won't hurt them to drink a little, at least for those who want it. If we ban it, some people will drink it anyway. We all know that if it is prohibited, students will tend to want to go against our rules. So I prefer it to be controlled and than they don't have an alcoholic coma in their corner, you shrugged your shoulders, feeling like you were repeating the same thing for the tenth time in a month. It was driving you crazy.

-I feel like I've heard this speech before, Dovey whispered in your ear. You chuckled and moved closer to her.

-Don't talk to me about it, I'm going to become a doting old woman if this continues, you huffed. She began to laugh softly, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

-If so, you already are, she added. Your mouth turned into a silent O and a fake look of vexation appeared on your face.

-Hmm, excuse me but you are indeed the oldest between the two of us, so I think that the one who will become an old woman is definitely you, you pointed your index finger in her direction then planted it on her chest.

-Call me an old fossil while you're at it.

-I was hesitant to do it but since you offered it so kindly, I'm not going to hold back in this case…, you were about to continue when the Grand Master spoke again.

-The teams are formed, I'm counting on you to have everything ready for next Friday. I thank you for your attention and release you, he finished, spreading his arms.

You watched as everyone stood up and headed towards their pair, not knowing who you were with. You turned to Clarisse to ask her, but she was in deep discussion with Emma. Your eyes scanned the room, to see who was alone. Two gray peepers met your gaze. Shit.

-Y/N, you look extremely lost, are you okay? a Professor asked you.

-No, I don't know who I'm with.

-With Lesso, she was even the one who suggested it.

-Ah, was the only word you could get out. Leonora asked to work with you?

-You don't seem happy to be with me. Would you have preferred the beautiful dove? whispered a warm voice behind you.

-I'm delighted to work with you, Leonora, you replied, turning to her with a big smile. You could kill to make her talk to you like that any longer.

-Good because we have no choice. See you tomorrow morning to start thinking, in my office?

-Perfect, see you tomorrow, you didn't have time to finish your sentence as she was already gone. You exhaled, feeling like you had been in apnea while she was there. God, your heart was beating fast.

Seven thirty-three. This was the fifth time in four minutes that you looked at the clock, feeling like it was moving way too fast. You were used to sleeping in on Saturday mornings, but today was a different day. You were going to spend a long time, you hoped, in the company of Leonora Lesso, the object of your thoughts and that made you more than nervous.

You had run a lavender-scented bubble bath, lilac in color, with rose petals sprinkled on top. Pink and white candles surrounded your bathtub, being the only source of light in the bathroom with the mirror lamp in front of which you spread a brownish clay mask. While waiting for it to dry, you grabbed the note that Clarisse had written to you, found at the foot of your door this morning, when you woke up.

Don't let yourself get carried away by your stress, you will manage it ! I believe in you, tear it all up! - C.

You smirked a little when you read her note, warming your heart. You read it one last time before getting into your hot bath. The feeling of the water on your skin made you sigh with well-being. If it were up to you, you'd take baths every day, but unfortunately, days only lasted twenty-four hours, even in fairy tales, much to your chagrin. You played with a petal that brushed your shoulders, observing the ripples the water made when you moved slightly, making the foam move back and forth, like sea foam responding to the moon. You closed your eyes, taking advantage of the quiet moment to relax. Your hair tickled your neck as you cracked your neck slowly, to an imaginary rhythm. Your hands massaged your sore ankles and calves from the excursion organized in the forest by the Botany Professor, who had asked you to accompany him, which you had kindly accepted. After relieving your aches and pains, you use your sponge to rub your body and scent it with lavender.

Eight seven. You were out of the bath, letting the water run down the drain. With a towel around you, you put on your makeup as usual: a line of liner, lipstick and glitters, it was your guilty pleasure. You stood back and looked at yourself for a moment in front of the mirror. You liked the image you saw of yourself, making you smile with excitement. You looked like a fifteen year old going on her first date, and that idea made you happy.

On your bed, several outfits were lying. You looked over them, wondering which one was the most suitable. Remembering the day's weather, being confirmed by the gray clouds outside that were crying, you put away the two light dresses you had taken out. You now had the choice between a two-piece suit with a turtleneck or loose pants with a floral blouse. You opted for the second option. You didn't really have a reason to wear that outfit, your intuition taking precedence over reason. With your glasses on your nose, you checked yourself in the mirror, adjusting the ribbon in your hair before taking your bag, which you dragged with you everywhere, no matter the time of day.

It was nine o'clock when you knocked at Lesso's office, two coffees in hand. You waited patiently, hearing the heels move closer to where you were. A red head appeared as the door opened. You sent her your best smile as you entered, not waiting for her agreement.

-Hello Nora, how are you? I got you a macchiato, you placed her goblet on her table, which you had decorated with the nickname you gave her followed by a sun. It was a habit you picked up on your days off.

-Hello Y/N, you look in good shape, you who are not used to waking up so early on a Saturday morning… she grabbed the coffee and took a sip, emitting a slight hum of contentment at the taste of her favorite coffee on her tongue. You didn't answer her, knowing full well that it was more of an observation than anything else, taking the opportunity to examine the room. You were starting to know it by heart, from spending time here. But small spots of color drew your gaze towards the back of the office. It was new. You approached it, sipping your latte. You almost choked when you recognized the postcards hanging on the cork board, once decorated with tables and formulas, which was now covered with your postcards. They were arranged by date, all present, alone on this large table. You marked this vision in your memory. A light blush blooms on your cheeks, accompanied by a soft smile. A feeling of relief spread throughout your body.

-I didn't have time to answer you but… thank you, Lesso's voice was heard behind you.

-I hope you didn't feel too oppressed by my cards, you laughed, turning away from the letters. “I was really sad that you couldn’t come with us, you know… I missed you a lot during these two months.”

-They made me feel a little less alone in this huge school, she shrugged, looking out the window. You nodded, enjoying this vision of her, contemplating the beauty of nature, her mind wandering over a whole bunch of thoughts that you wouldn't dare say you knew. This woman was a mystery to you. You could easily guess his emotions but that was all. Unlike Emma or Clarisse, who were open books, she was more difficult to pin down. It was one of the many things you liked about her.

-Do you know what we need to work on?

-You really didn't listen to anything the Grand Master spoke about?

-You know the answer, you smiled, making kitten eyes. “Would you please explain to me, Professor Lesso?”

-Good, she rolled her eyes, holding back a smile. “We must prepare the decoration of the reception room in relation to the chosen theme. Do you remember the theme, at least?”

-It's under the sea, if I remember it correctly.

-Well done Y/N, it seems like you were paying attention to at least something.

-Thank you, it took a lot of effort knowing that another person kept distracting me. Am I forgiven?

She sighed as she sat down behind her desk. You took a seat across from her, on the other side of the table, taking out your things and your notes. You quickly moved all your things to the floor, the desk was really too small to hold everything. Plus, you didn't know how to sit still and think, which made you constantly get up and sit down, driving Leonora crazy with your constant pacing. A picnic on the wooden slats, consisting of prepared sandwiches and coffee, served as lunch when twelve o'clock struck. You've been working on the project for a long time, new ideas blooming in your and your colleague's minds every fifteen minutes. You had difficulty at first setting limits and then, once they were established, things came together naturally.

-So, in your opinion, it would be more interesting to only put the lights in blue, and the rest of the decorative elements in white? It’s true that it’s interesting but-

-Wait, Nora, you have foam, you interrupted her by leaning towards her, both of you sitting on the floor. You wiped away the remaining milk foam that left a little white mustache above her lips. Your thumb gently stroked the top one as you focused on your task. You were close, very close. When you were finished, you looked back up at her eyes, who were staring at your own lips, mouth slightly parted. She was divine like that. If it were up to you, you would stop time forever in this position so you could contemplate it for the rest of your life. A furious desire to kiss her suddenly took hold of you. You cleared your throat then quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you. Your cheeks burned, like his.

-What were you saying, Leonora? you managed to articulate, trying to read what was written on the paper in front of you.

-That your idea of only putting the lights in blue to give the impression of being in the water was a very good idea. We can reuse decorations from previous years.

-That's what I was thinking when I suggested that, you avoided her gaze, your cheeks still red. “And so, do you think we should make one long table or several scattered around the room?”

-I had imagined lots of little circulars around the dance floor, she took out a plan that she had drawn, giving an image of what she had thought of. You leaned forward, to get a better overview of what she was offering.

-It’s a very good idea, but on the other hand, this one is too close to the toilets and this one to the buffet… you thought out loud. Lesso handed you a pencil. Your hands overlapped for a moment, making you shiver. Your gaze plunged into that of the redhead, engulfing you in her gray eyes, making you think of the clouds thundering outside, containing streaks of light that had attracted you since your childhood. Her fingers tenderly caressed your palm.

-Who are you planning to go to the ball with? she whispered, not wanting to disturb what was happening between you.

-I don't have anyone yet… Would you like to come with me? you offered, hearing your pounding in your ears.

-I thought you were never going to ask me, she smiled. You bit your lower lip as you slid towards her lips. Damn, how you would like to make her yours, right now. You placed a hand on her cheek. She leaned into your touch, closing her eyes. You moved even closer to her. Several dull knocks were heard. Someone was knocking on the door. You didn't have time to understand what was happening when Lesso was already opening it, greeting the intruder.

-Hi Lesso, hello Y/N, I came to see where you were in preparing the decorations for the ball, are you progressing well? Anemone entered the room, looking at your sketches and annotations.

-Hello Emma, everything is going well, we just finished the final plan, Leonora grunted. She didn't seem happy with the Professor's unexpected arrival.

-Excellent ! I go around each group to get an idea of the remaining work. I won't bother you anymore, see you Monday! she greeted you after you handed her a folder with the finished work.

-Okay, since we're done, it's time for me to leave, I think, you announced, picking up your bag and your empty coffee cup.

-It's getting late, I understand, replied the redhead, helping you pick up everything, checking that you hadn't forgotten anything.

-It’s been a trying day, hasn’t it? you looked at her, cheeks still pink from the interaction you had just had with her before Professor Anemone interrupted you. Your brain was going a hundred miles an hour. Would you have kissed if she hadn't come? Was Lesso expecting the same thing as you?

-Of course, but I really liked it, she looked away while playing with one of her rings.

-Me too. I too enjoyed working with you, you smiled at her as you walked towards the exit.

-We should do this more often, she added, following you. You didn’t want to leave and the way she was acting made you think the same thing. You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. You watched her walk towards you.

-Do you already have an outfit planned?

-I was planning to wear a sky blue suit, why? she stopped a few centimeters from you. You could smell her vanilla scent.

-To be able to match it with my outfit, if we come together, I have to look perfect next to you, you pushed one of her red locks out of her face.

-Very good idea, she eyed you up and down. “I never told you this but, I really like this floral blouse you are wearing, it’s my favorite.”

You felt your cheeks redden and for a moment, time stopped. She moved her face closer to yours and placed a kiss on the corner of your lips.

-See you soon, Y/N, she closed the door in front of you.

You lay on your bed, feeling more nervous than ever. You replayed the day spent with Leonora over and over in your head. Your heart was beating wildly as you saw your lady approaching you again to kiss the corner of your mouth. This woman was going to have your death, and you were more than happy about it.

The week before the ball passed extremely quickly. The students weren't concentrating at all during class hours and neither were you. You were all chatting together about their clothes, who they invited, the general excitement throughout the school. Some went there as best friends, others hoped to be able to declare their love to their crush. You were part of this second part.

-And you, Professor L/N, who are you going with? Arthur asked, with a smirk.

-Oh yes ! the rest of the class responded in heart.

-With Professor Lesso, sorry Arthur, but the place is already taken, you sent him a wink while the whole class returned to lively discussions, each in their own corner. You moved closer to the boy, close enough that only he could hear you. “So, have you managed to talk about it with your friends?”

-Yes, thank you very much Professor, he gave you a brilliant smile. “Plus, he asked me to be his date to the ball, so I think it’s a good start!”

-Well done champion, you're going to tear it up, you ruffled his hair before trying to regain some calm before the end of the class. “Please, let’s try to do something with the small time we have left. Tomorrow is the big day, I know that only too well, but that doesn’t change the fact that we still have to work a little.”

Grunts of discontent were heard throughout the class, which diminished as soon as you announced a dance class for everyone, which pleased the students. In the corner of the room, a record player waited patiently for you to place a vinyl on it and start playing music.

-Miss Agnès, come and demonstrate with me, please.

-With pleasure Professor, a young lady walked up to you and took up position. You led the dance, making the girl's petticoats flutter around you. His comrades looked at you, amazed.

The end of the course went excellently. After the bell rang, some students remained in class to continue practicing. You had passed from hand to hand to perfect certain positions, but overall, everyone had done well. The sun was setting as the last student left, leaving you alone in the huge classroom, the music still playing. You began to hum the tune while letting yourself be carried away by the haunting music. You raised your hands above your head. You closed your eyes, letting your hand slide down your cheek, lowering it to your neck, tracing your skin. You rocked gently, almost tenderly. At the sound of your classroom door, you opened your eyes, searching for the cause.

-Hello my sweet, are you training one last time for tomorrow? Lesso began, having been unmasked. She stood in the doorway, leaning against it, a smile on her lips.

-Hello my crow, I don't want to disappoint you, above all, you gave her a wink as you approached her. You placed your hands on her hips.

-From what I've seen, I'll be the one who stands out, she admitted, looking into your eyes.

-How about we warm up together before the big day? Maybe you'll get to my ankle, if you're focused enough, you pull her by the waist, biting your bottom lip.

-That’s what we’re going to see, darling.

You stuck your tongue out at her as you went to put another vinyl on the turntable. A much sweeter song than the previous ones was heard in the classroom. You turned towards her, moving your hips in a way too provocative not to understand your little game. You were going to make her waltz, and in every sense of the word. You started dancing wildly, making each other waltz in all directions. You both had red cheeks but enough energy to continue this competition as a duo. It's been a while since the song was finished. It didn't seem to bother you that much, dancing to an imaginary rhythm silently agreed between you and Lesso. She had regained control of the dance. One of her hands was on your lower back, pulling you closer to her. You almost snuggled up to her, still giving her a challenging look with a sly smile. You circled your arms around her neck, making her lean towards you. Everything was calm around you. You didn't realize that your waltz had turned into a very slow slow dance, but incredibly intimate at the same time. She ran her fingers over your cheek, removing the few strands of hair that were obstructing your eyes.

-You are really beautiful… she breathed, pulling you closer to her, if that was possible.

-You're not bad either…

-What does it mean ? If anyone else had said that to her, she probably would have taken it badly. But then, a gentle, teasing smile appeared.

-I don't really know, but I know very well who my type is, you pretended to think before continuing. “Quite tall, a Victorian style that suits them perfectly, eyes gray like the ocean on a stormy evening, a fox face with a bad temper… Yes, that’s what I mean.”

-A bad character ? Leonora looked at you for a moment, a semi-offended look on her face.

-Is that all you learned from what I just said? You are beyond redemption.

-No, but I find it surprising that you end with that… She turned her head away.

-Stop complaining, you're going to prove me right, you laughed softly then placed a light kiss on the corner of her lips, as she had done the previous Saturday. “See you tomorrow, Leonora.”

It’s the big day. Your alarm hadn’t gone off. So you were running around cursing the machine so that your schedule for the day was respected as little as possible. Clarisse had come to your rescue when you knocked on her door around 10 a.m., looking absolutely panicked.

-I swear, Y/N, if you don't calm down, I'm going to have to use strong manners, your friend warned you, sitted at your office table. “You’ll be running around like a headless chicken for three hours soon, you’re making me dizzy! Breathe, you have time, the ball is only tonight.”

-But I still have so many steps to check off my list… I want everything to be really perfect, and for everyone!

-Hey there, very gentle with you, she got up and took you in her arms, which automatically calmed you down. “You’re not the only one who has to deal with everything, trust us. Trust yourself. All right ?"

-Hmm, she raised your face and looked for a sign of disagreement in your eyes, which she did not find.

-Now that you have finally returned to normal, we can continue. Can you help me do my hair?

You turned around in front of the mirror for the fifth time in front of your friend's tired gaze.

-Y/N, I love you from the bottom of my heart and you know it, but for the love of Merlin, I will never accompany you to a ball again.

-Are you sure the dress suits me? I'm afraid of looking like a potato in a canvas bag.

-You are perfect, I'll tell you again, this dress is splendid on you and if you don't manage to catch Lesso tonight, I don't know what to do…

-Do you think she will like my dress? And my hair? Are they well placed behind?

-Okay, I'll let you finish, Emma shouldn't be long. We arranged to meet downstairs.

-Okay, thank you Cla, I love you, by-bye! you greeted her, having half listened to what she had just told you, too busy checking the folds of your petticoat.

A knock on the door made you jump. You looked at the clock which showed six o'clock. It was time. You took a deep breath, powdered your nose then opened the door with a huge smile, hiding your nervousness. In front of you, Leonora dressed in a magnificent three-piece sky blue suit, highlighted by silver jewelry, a bouquet of lavender in her hand was patiently waiting for you. You couldn't help but smile like an idiot when faced with her first date at fourteen.

-It's for me ? you pointed at the bouquet.

-No, it’s for the Grand Master. Of course it's for you, stupid, she handed it to you, a blush on her cheeks.

-They are magnificent, thank you Leonora, you ran to put them in a vase before coming back to her. “You look breathtaking in this ensemble, I really like it.”

-I can say the same thing about you, she leaned forward, a smile on her lips.

You grabbed her arm after placing a kiss on her cheek. You both entered the reception room, arms intertwined.

-We really did a good job with the decorations, you began.

-Absolutely, I think we deserve to relax from now on, she turned to you then invited you to sit down while she went to get a drink.

-Thank you Nora, do you think it’s alcoholic punch?

-You really didn't listen to anything during the meeting?

-Not really… you broke down in front of his mocking look. She toasted with you.

-Unfortunately, your arguments were not unanimous, so it will be fruit juice for everyone this evening!

-Too bad… What can we toast to?

-To the beautiful evening we are going to spend together?

-At this party, you conclude by taking a sip, dragging your gaze across the room. All the students were enjoying it, some on the track, others laughing among themselves. Nevers and Evers were mixed, without exception. You noticed Arthur in the company of another Ever, Snow White's son. He saw you and you waved at him. He responded with a thumbs up, looking absolutely delighted. This vision saw you smile. Agnes, a young princess, came towards you.

-Good evening Professor L/N, I came to thank you for yesterday’s dance class.

-You’re welcome, Miss Agnès, it was an immense pleasure to dance with you.

-Can I go overboard by asking you for this dance? she proposed. You glanced at Lesso who seemed absorbed in the curtains.

-With pleasure, you took her hand in yours, bringing her to the dance floor. After the traditional waltz, a jig began. You participated in it with joy, being your favorite type of dance. You looked around and saw Leonora still in the same place where you had left her. You ran to grab her hand and, without her being able to say anything, she found herself stuck between you and a teacher, hand in hand. You were laughing out loud, like most of the students. At first, she seemed to endure the situation but when the duet game came, a small smile appeared when you stood in front of her. You looked absolutely beautiful, hair flying, cheeks flushed, and a huge smile adorning your face. Everything was beautiful.

-Nora, I need to go outside, will you come with me?

-I'm following you, she let you move forward, before following in your footsteps through the school. All you could hear was the sound of your heels against the tiles and the distant sound of the music. You walked to the lake. You let yourself fall to the ground and Lesso hugged you, more delicately.

-The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? you turned to the redhead, who was looking at you. She looked ethereal in the moonlight. Her hair had been controlled for tonight and tonight only, in a tight bun. She was leaning towards you, her warm breath caressing your nose.

-She is… you leaned over her, sitting on her knees. You placed your hands on her cheeks. You searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort. But you only saw desire and… envy?

"Can I ?"

As her only response, she crushed her lips against yours. You felt yourself leaving, luckily she held you firmly by the hips, keeping you close to her. As you broke away to get some air, you looked into her eyes and read what you wanted to see there. Your lips attacked hers, biting them enough to make her groan. You slid along her jaw, wanting to taste every bit of her. You placed purple kisses on his neck, soothing the pain with licks. When you raised your head, you noticed that you were no longer in the garden, but in Leonora's room. She had teleported you here, so as not to be disturbed by anyone. That was the trigger. You took off her blazer and vest while she returned the favor, at the level of your neck and your décolleté. A moan escaped you, leaving no more doubt about the rest of the night.

You were woken up by the sun tickling your skin. You opened your eyes to see your beautiful redhead sleeping in front of you, one arm resting on your hip.

-Hello darling, you whispered, caressing her cheek.

-Hello, she groaned, opening her eyes with difficulty. In contact with the sun's rays, she went to hide in your chest.

-Slept well ?

-Mh yeah… she placed a kiss above your bare breasts. You chuckled, stroking her back.

-Nora, I…

-Yes ? she raised her head to meet your gaze.

-Do you want to be my girlfriend ?

-We literally just had sex all night, of course I want to be your girlfriend, she pulled you into a kiss, which made you smile.

You finally got it, this fairy tale.

#lesbian #wlw #fanfic #leonora lesso #charlize theron #leonora lesso x reader #the school for good and evil #y/n #fluff #no smut #not straight #omfg #in love with her #please marry me #homosexual #lgbt #gay

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snowviolettwhite · 1 year ago

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My Fandoms:

Stranger Things

Wednesday

Addams Family

Captain America

Percy Jackson

9-1-1

9-1-1: Lone Star

Interview With A Vampire

Twilight

Harry Potter

The Umbrella Academy

Sweet Tooth

The Last Of Us

Bridgerton

The Sandman

What We Do In The Shadows

A League Of Our Own

Paper Girls

The 90's Show

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Abbot Elementary

Night Court

Good Omens

Daredevil

Barbie

The Marvelous Mrs Masiel

Julia & The Phantoms

I Am Not Okay With This

Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil

Gravity Falls

Disney Descendants

Edward Scissorhands

Beetlejuice

2 Broke Girls

Schmigadoon!

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To Television Watch & Catch Up On:

(Subject To Add To List & Cross Out What Has Been Watched)

Yellowjackets

Suits

The Bear

Hello Tomorrow!

Dickinson

Rise Of The Pink Ladies

Lessons In Chemistry

Our Flag Means Death

Hacks

Shinning Vale

Emily In Paris

Wolf Pack

Chucky

First Kill

Ginny & Georgia

Pretty Little Liars

Russian Doll

Julia

The Boys/Gen V

The Gilded Age

Loki

The House Of Usheer

School Spirits

Only Murders In The Building

Doctor Who

She-Hulk

Daisy Jones & The Six

Ms. Marvel

Fanfic

Mayfair Witches

The Witch Lotus

Ted Lesso

Shrinking

Films To Watch & Catch Up On:

(Subject To Add To List & Cross Out What Has Been Watched)

Lisa Frankenstein (Go See It In Theatres)

Taylor Swift Concert Movie

Wonka

Bottoms

Priscilla

Pearl

SpiderMan: Across The Spider-Verse

Do Revenge

Bridesmaids

Elemental

Fear Street

Asteroid City

Promising Young Woman

Theatre Camp

Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken

Weird Al

Blue's Big City Adventure

Joyride

Megan

Disenchanted

Dora & The Lost City Of Gold

Unpregnant

Not Okay

Princess

Rosaline

Mixtape

Birds Of Prey

Moxie

Plan B

Flower

Palm Springs

Eighth Grade

Ghost World

The Fabelmans

Permanent

The Broken Heart Club

Scoob!

Scott Pilgrim vs. the world

We Can Be Heroes

Mama Mia 2

(500) Days Of Summer

Bill & Ted Face The Music

Lightyear

Portrait Of A Lady On Fire

The Hunger Games: The Ballad Of Songbirds & Snakes

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

Power Rangers

Cinderella

Juno

Ghostsed

Carrie

Vampires Vs. The Bronx

Poor Things

Mean Girls Musical

(Based On My List Feel Free To Reblog Or Recommend Films Or Television Shows.)

(If Anyone Has Shows Or Films Or Books That Are About People In Their Mid-Late 20s Or Entering Their Thirty That Would Be Nice. Most Media Is Either About Teenager And College Kids Or Mid-Age Adults Having A Midlife Crises.)

#fandom #movies #television #film #watch list #movie list #tv list #television list #tv

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adaobiiii · 6 months ago

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Tedros sat by Fae's side, feeling helpless as the four fairies flustered lightly around her. She'd been out cold in the sick bay for the last week. He held her hand gently, trying to stay calm as the fairies fluttered anxiously.

The door swung open, and Felicity, the school's mage-in-training, walked into the room. Tedros bowed to her from where he sat, used to her coming in to check the unconscious Ever. Even though he was a prince, fairies were considered higher in the royal hierarchy regardless of their rank.

"Felicity," he greeted.

The light-eyed fairy nodded back, acknowledging him.

She moved over to where the unconscious girl laid, hovering her hand over her chest as she tried to figure out what happened. "Remind me again, how did she fall unconscious?" She asked once more, putting on gloves to begin her inspection.

"We were in Surviving Fairy Tales, and William was being reckless and got bit by a pansy," he mumbled, used to repeating the story before continuing. "His hand was bleeding, and Fae grabbed onto it. Her eyes started glowing blue, and she wasn't saying anything. Then, all of a sudden, she just fainted." he said, his fingers toying with the one silver ring he had on.

Felicity's hand paused as she listened, "Her eyes glowed?" she repeated, her voice tight with disbelief. Tedros nodded immediately. "Why hadn't you mentioned this earlier?" she murmured, her face growing more serious. "That's not possible."

"What's wrong?" Tedros asked in concern for the princesses well-being, but was ignored as Felicity began pacing around the room.

"We need to call Dovey," she rushed out, her usually calm demeanor disappearing. "We need to call everyone." She looked to Tedros who was still seated. "Get up and go find them!" she raised her voice. The boy quickly getting up and doing as she commanded.

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Professor Dovey and Lady Lesso stood on opposite sides of Fae's bed, watching her closely. At the foot of the bed, Professor Anemone, Yuba the Gnome, and the School Master kept a worried eye. Professor Lydia and Felicity were at the head of the bed.

Tedros fidgeted with the commotion, while William, who had come to check on his friend, gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "She's gonna be alright, man," he said quietly.

"I just don't understand what could have happened," the prince worried. The two sighed before focusing on the conversation the others were having.

"There's a heavy blocking spell on her," Felicity said with authority. "I don't know why, but if I can break some of it, she should be able to wake up soon."

"I don't understand how I missed this," Dovey said, rubbing her forehead. "I knew she was from a magical kingdom, but a fairy..."

"Fairies usually develop their wings and ears early," Lydia explained. "But she still looks like a regular human."

"Even I didn't see this coming," the School Master said. "This must stay secret. Not a word to anyone." He turned to the Everboys. "That includes both of you."

"Yes Sir" the two chorused in obedience and slight fear.

"If you could all step back," Felicity said, as she, Professor Lydia, and the four fairy guardians formed a circle around Fae. Tedros and William moved closer to watch.

The six fairies started chanting, and the room darkened. Tedros's eyes stayed on Fae, now knowing she was a fairy, filled with worry. A diamond-shaped mark appeared on her forehead, glowing a cold blue.

"Louder!" Felicity urged the fairies. The teachers watched in awe and fear, knowing that fairy spells this complex were rare to see.

Fae slowly lifted a foot off the bed, a glowing sigil flickering above her. Felicity gasped quietly, recognizing the sigil but kept going with the spell.

Suddenly, Fae fell back onto the bed. The lights returned to normal, and silence filled the room. "That should do it," Felicity said softly, looking at the intricate markings on Fae's face.

"We will take our leave then." the schoolmaster said before turning to walk out of the room. Lesso followed obediently, her mind occupied with the annoying blonde student she had to deal with, Anemone, Dovey and Yuba left quickly as well. Professor Lydia lingered behind, watching the teen fairy in concern before leaving the room.

Eventually only the three Everstudents and fairy guards remained in the room. "You two may leave as well" Felicity told the two, her voice back to its normal cold tone, her mind however was thinking over the sigil that she had seen during the spell.

"I'll remain here," Tedros said, quickly taking a seat beside the girl. His eyes traced over the markings on the dark skinned girl's face. He couldn't believe the girl was a fairy, however he couldn't help but think it suited her.

William nervously stood beside Felicity. "You looked really cool doing that whole magic thing by the way." he complimented the girl as he played with the hilt of his sword.

"I am aware" she responded, not paying the boy any attention. He sighed feeling a bit discouraged at her request.

Felicity, noticing his saddened expression continued, "But thank you for reminding me." She turned her face to him, the corner of her lips turning upwards for a second before her face returned to its cold expression.

The giddy brunette nodded his head, unable to contain his smile, "No problem." He grinned. Tedros was still occupied with the unconscious girl, his brow furrowed as he noticed a change in her.

"Guys, I think she's waking up," Tedros said, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and relief. He, William, and Felicity moved closer to Fae's bed, their eyes fixated on her. The room was filled with a tense silence as everyone held their breath, waiting for a sign of consciousness.

Fae's eyelids fluttered rapidly, and she slowly began to stir. "Ow..." she groaned as she was exposed to the bright light of the infirmary. "What happened..." she asked the blurry figures before her as she tried to focus her eyes.

"Careful," Tedros murmured quietly, helping her sit upright on the bed. He said nothing as she clung to his hand, only able to recognise him from his voice.

"Tedros?" she spoke in realization, "Is Will alright?" she asked and Tedros smiled. Even though she had fainted and undergone what looked like a painful spell, she was still concerned for her friend.

"I'm doing great" the brunette smiled as his friend was now awake. Fae nodded in content before her eyes turned to the other girl in the room.

"And you are?..." she asked slowly.

"Felicity Merry-Weather" Felicity bowed deeply to Fae.

Fae's eyes widened in surprise, and she hurriedly waved her hands. "No need to bow," she said, a little flustered. "I'm nobody important."

The four tiny fairies and Felicity exchanged disapproving looks, clearly baffled by Fae's dismissal of herself. "You're the fairy, correct?" Fae asked, tilting her head slightly to the left, curiosity shining in her eyes.

Felicity nodded, confirming Fae's suspicions. Fae finally asked why she was in the hospital wing, admitting she only remembered fainting. The three Evers exchanged glances, as if deciding who should explain. With a cheeky grin, William pulled Felicity away, despite her huff of annoyance, leaving Tedros to handle it.

Fae turned to Tedros, looking up at him with confusion. The boy found himself flustered by the sudden eye contact and nervously ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Well, before you fainted your eyes started to glow..." he began, his hands unconsciously intertwining with hers. "I brought you here, and you remained unconscious for a week" Fae felt her heart speed up after hearing how long she had been out for. "Felicity came to observe you everyday—you know with her being a fairy and all. A lot happened and the teachers were called in." Fae nodded as she followed along.

"Felicity then told us that you were, well..." he trailed off, not sure how to explain.

"Tedros?" the girl questioned softly, the boy looked away, still unsure. She brought a gentle hand up to his cheek, turning him so he looked at her. "Tell me" she urged him gently.

"She told us that you were a fairy." he finally said, leaning into her touch. Fae looked at the boy, wanting to laugh at first but soon realized he was being serious.

"Oh..." she gasped softly, her eyes drifting to the duvet. Tedros, sensing the girl's distress, placed a hand over the one that rested on his face.

"I know it sounds like a lot but you have Felicity and the teachers to support you," he rushed out trying to reassure the girl. "And, for the record, I think you'd make a really pretty fairy," he added quietly. Fae smiled and nodded at his words. Tedros couldn't help but admire the girl sitting in front of him. He reached up to move her braids out of her face but hesitated, his hand freezing in mid-air.

"Fae, your ears.." he trailed off, staring at her in wonder. It was then he realized that her face looked slightly different. Before he could say more, the girl quickly stood up from her bed, drawing the attention from the two students across the room who had been in a deep conversation.

"Miss. Fae please get back in bed-" Felicity pleaded before stopping as she looked to the girls back. The room was silent once more, all that could be heard was the girl's deep breathing as she took in her appearance.

The markings on her face mirrored those of the tiny fairy guards,however, hers extended up to the tips of her fingers, looking more intricate and refined, with a diamond-shaped symbol glowing faintly in cold blue at the center of her forehead. Fae moved her braids aside, noticing her ears had turned pointier.

Finally, she stepped back, and turned slightly, gasping loudly as she took in the large wings on her back. They were nothing like Lydia's or even Felicity's. They were larger, more delicate, adorned with patterns of swirls of all sorts that glittered in the light.

"Miss Fae," Felicity called gently, trying to calm the girl from afar. "Do not be afraid." But Fae couldn't hear her anymore. Her breathing quickened as she clutched her chest, trying to steady her racing heart.

The girl believed that she was on the edge of fainting once more when a quiet voice echoed through her mind. "Breath," it instructed. The girl immediately did as told. After a few seconds that felt like minutes, the girl felt her heart return to its normal speed. She turned to Felicity, who now stood beside her.

"Is this permanent?" she asked, a tinge of fear in her tone. Felicity shook her head and Fae let out a relieved breath. Tedros and William stood on either side of the two girls as they all studied Fae's new look.

"I was right," Tedros whispered softly, leaning closer to her ear due to the height difference. "You make a beautiful fairy," he complimented her, his voice low and sincere. Fae, now more relaxed, felt a warm blush flush spread across her dark skin, not that it was visible to anyone though.

"How do I hide... this?" Fae asked the other fairy as she gestured to her new features. Felicity sent the girl a rare smile.

"Just repeat after me alright" she instructed. "Obfuscate" she commanded, Fae repeating the word. The four Everstudents watched as Fae's new features suddenly faded away, her wings shimmering softly before disappearing as well.

"To bring them back, simply say 'Revelis'," Felicity added. By repeating the magical words, her own mystical features appeared as well. Pretty white patterns appeared on her face, and a lovely pair of wings unfolded from her back. William stared at the girl as though he was in a trance. His lips parted as he looked at her in awe.

The girl quickly repeated the magical words to hide her features, though her face heated up at the attention she received from the brunette–not that she would ever let him know. She then turned back to Fae.

"If you need anything, Miss. Fae, simply ask for me or Professor Lydia." Felicity told the girl. The four tiny guard fairies, who had assisted in the spell, flew in front of Fae while puffing out their chests protectively. Felicity sighed in amusement, "Or you can ask any of these four as well."

Fae nodded at Felicity before the mage in training left the room. As soon as she left, William turned to his two friends and pulled Fae into a tight hug. "Thank you for saving me," he told her gratefully, "Not that I was dying or anything, but thanks." he added a cheeky grin on his face.

As he stepped back, he sent a smirk in Tedros's direction. "Now, If you two love birds would excuse me," he sent them a grin as he headed for the door, "I need to go find the love of my life." he swooned dramatically before leaving to catch up with Felicity.

Fae smiled at the brunette's playful nature. She then let out a tense breath, still overwhelmed by all the new information. She had a lot to tell Agatha. Suddenly, Fae felt the prince behind her pull her into his chest. She turned so they faced each other and smiled as she saw a light red tint his face.

"Thought you needed a hug" he explained shyly as he looked down at the fairy. She smiled, tears slowly forming at the corner of her eyes before burying her face into his chest.

"It's just a lot" her voice came out muffled as she spoke. Tedrosgently rested his chin on her head, running a hand through her braids. He whispered words of comfort to her as the two swayed together in silence.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but you don't have to go through this alone," Tedros said gently, his voice soft yet firm. He rested a comforting hand on her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths as she clung to him. "I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to face this by yourself."

Fae, still overwhelmed, nodded into his chest, her fingers gripping onto the fabric of his shirt. Tedros could feel the tremors in her body and tightened his embrace, trying to show his support through the simple act of holding her.

"Would you like me to walk you to your dorm?" he offered quietly, his tone filled with concern. He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. The girl managed a small nod, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

#tedros pendragon #camelot #school for good and evil #school of good and evil #sge #the school for good and evil #sophie of woods beyond #agatha of woods beyond #agatha #sophie #fae #beatrix of jaunt jolie #beatrix #reena #hort of bloodbrook

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horeformilfs · 2 years ago

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Little Raven

Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader

TW: Anxiety, Feelings of worthlessness, Emotional Shutdown

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Y/N strolled through the dimly lit corridors of the School for Evil, the hallowed institution where villains were sculpted into their wicked destinies. As a student navigating the twisted path of darkness, Y/N had found an unexpected source of warmth in the form of Lady Lesso, the formidable dean of the school.

Their clandestine romance had flourished amidst the shadows, hidden from the prying eyes of other students and faculty. Lady Lesso, with her stern exterior, had a soft spot for Y/N, and the two shared stolen moments in the recesses of the sinister campus.

One day, driven by an irresistible desire to be closer to Lady Lesso, Y/N concocted a mischievous plan. The dean had a particular fondness for a cozy hoodie, and Y/N decided to liberate it for a while. The hoodie carried the lingering scent of Lady Lesso, an aromatic blend of authority and affection.

Y/N, wearing the purloined garment, reveled in the familiar scent as they attended classes and moved about the school. The hoodie provided a sense of comfort, as if Lady Lesso's presence surrounded them.

However, every secret has its reckoning.

One evening, Lady Lesso discovered the theft. Her usually stern expression contorted into a frown as she confronted Y/N.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of anger and surprise. "Is that my hoodie you're wearing?"

Caught in the act, Y/N sheepishly nodded, a mischievous glint in their eyes. "Well, it smells amazing, like you."

Lady Lesso's anger intensified. "That doesn't give you the right to steal it! Return it immediately."

Y/N, unwilling to part with the stolen treasure, defiantly crossed their arms. "But it's so comfy. Can't I keep it a little longer?"

The dean's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in her gaze. "Y/N, this is unacceptable. Give it back, now."

A playful smirk danced on Y/N's lips. "Make me."

Lady Lesso huffed in frustration but, unable to resist the playful challenge, a smirk mirrored Y/N's. "Fine, have it your way. But don't say I didn't warn you."

The chase through the sinister halls of the School for Evil turned into a twisted dance between Lady Lesso and Y/N. Wolf guards, initially amused by the spectacle, dispersed as a warning glare from the dean reminded them of their duties.

Y/N, thinking they had successfully evaded Lady Lesso, sought refuge in the dimly lit library. As the clicking of Lesso's heels echoed through the silence, Y/N held their breath, hiding behind towering shelves of ancient tomes.

Lesso, with a teasing smile playing on her lips, began her hunt. "Little raven, where are you hiding?" Her voice echoed through the library, a mix of amusement and determination. She knew every nook and cranny that Y/N favored, deliberately choosing to draw out the game.

Y/N suppressed a giggle as Lady Lesso dramatically searched each hiding spot. The dean's theatrical flair added an unexpected element of humor to the chase. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," Lesso taunted, relishing the game.

Just as Y/N thought they had successfully eluded Lesso, the dean left the library. A false sense of security enveloped Y/N as they emerged from their hiding place, only to be startled by Lesso's sudden reappearance.

Lesso materialized behind Y/N, the tips of her long nails brushing against the exposed skin of Y/N's waist. A shiver ran down Y/N's spine as Lesso whispered, "Found you, my little raven."

Y/N froze, breath caught in their throat. Lesso's chuckle resonated in the library, a sound that sent both a thrill and a tremor through Y/N. The dean, with a wicked grin, seized Y/N and led them towards the dreaded Doom Room.

Inside the foreboding chamber, Lady Lesso continued her playful banter. "Did you really think you could escape from me, little raven? You may be mischievous, but you can never outwit the dean of the School for Evil."

Y/N, caught in Lesso's magnetic gaze, couldn't help but smile. "Maybe I enjoy being caught by you, Dean Lesso."

Lesso raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Oh, is that so? Well, we'll see how much you enjoy your punishment, my daring little raven."

Lady Lesso, with an air of authority, led Y/N to the imposing chair at the center of the Doom Room. With a wave of her hand, she employed her dark magic to bind Y/N's wrists to the arms of the chair. The atmosphere in the room shifted, tension lingering as Y/N attempted to maintain an innocent facade.

Lesso, however, saw through the charade. She circled the chair, a sly grin on her face, and continued to tease Y/N mercilessly. "Oh, my little raven, what have you gotten yourself into? Stealing from the dean? You must have a death wish."

Y/N tried to appear calm and unbothered, but each teasing remark from Lesso chipped away at their composure. The facade of innocence crumbled, revealing a flustered Y/N beneath.

Lesso, reveling in the newfound vulnerability, continued her playful assault. "You thought you could outwit me? How adorable. You're not as cunning as you think, little raven."

Y/N, feeling the heat rise to their cheeks, shot back, "I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't taken anything."

Lesso chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. "You can play innocent all you want, but it won't save you. I know you too well, my dear."

As Lesso persisted in her teasing, Y/N's calm facade finally crumbled. Frustration and embarrassment painted their expression. Lesso, seizing the opportunity, continued to playfully degrade and taunt Y/N, stoking the flames of their flustered state.

In a moment of vulnerability, Y/N snapped. "Okay, fine! I took your hoodie, alright?" The admission hung in the air, the weight of truth settling between them.

Lesso, with a triumphant smirk, leaned in close. "And why, pray tell, would my darling little raven resort to petty theft?"

Y/N hesitated before finally confessing, "Because, Lady Lesso, it felt like you've been too busy lately. I just wanted to feel close to you, that's all."

Lesso's triumphant smirk faltered as Y/N's confession hung in the air. The mischievous game had taken an unexpected turn, revealing a vulnerability in Y/N that tugged at the dean's heartstrings. Instantly, Lesso's demeanor shifted from playful teasing to genuine concern.

"Y/N," she said softly, her tone laced with care, "why didn't you tell me you were feeling this way? Talk to me, my little raven."

But Y/N, unable to meet Lesso's gaze, remained silent. Tears welled up in their eyes, threatening to spill over, yet they held back, determined not to break down.

Recognizing the signs of emotional shutdown, Lesso quickly unbound Y/N's wrists. Scooping them up, she carried Y/N from the Doom Room to the privacy of Lady Lesso's chambers. The journey was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint sound of Y/N's uneven breaths.

Lesso, attempting to break through Y/N's emotional barricade, gently probed, "Tell me what's going on, my love. I want to understand."

Y/N, still wrapped tightly around Lesso's neck, remained unresponsive. They buried their face in the crook of Lesso's neck, seeking solace in the familiar scent. Lesso's grip tightened instinctively, a silent reassurance that she was there for Y/N.

As they entered the sanctuary of Lesso's private chambers, the air thick with unspoken emotions, the weight of Y/N's unshed tears lingered—a poignant reminder of the complexities that love brought, even within the walls of the School for Evil.

Lady Lesso gently placed Y/N on the bed in her private chambers. Y/N curled into a ball, back against the headboard, arms tightly wrapped around their legs. Lesso watched, her heart aching at the sight of her upset girlfriend.

As the room echoed with silence, Y/N began to feel overwhelmed. Profuse apologies spilled from their lips, a torrent of self-blame. "Nora, I'm so sorry. I should've just left it alone. I know you have such a busy job being the dean of the School for Evil, and I shouldn't have added to the stress of your responsibilities."

Y/N's ramblings continued, expressing regret for not understanding the demands of Lesso's role. "I should have known that you'd be busy when we started dating. I'm just a student, and it was crazy of me to think that a relationship like ours could work. I'll leave, and I won't bother you anymore," they said, moving to the end of the bed.

When Lesso heard that Y/N was contemplating leaving, an immediate and visceral "no" escaped her lips. The tone was harsher and louder than she intended, causing Y/N to flinch, their wide eyes locking onto Lesso's.

Realizing the impact of her words, Lesso softened her expression and tone. She approached the bed where Y/N sat, looking up at her with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Gently cupping Y/N's cheeks, Lesso spoke with a newfound gentleness, "No, my love. You're not leaving."

Lesso continued, "I'm not upset about the hoodie. I'm upset that you didn't come to me when you were feeling this way. We're a team, Y/N, and we face everything together."

Y/N, overwhelmed and spiraling into self-deprecation, started talking negatively about themselves. "I'm just a burden, Nora. I should have known better. I'm not worth the trouble," they mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Lesso immediately shut down those negative thoughts, pulling Y/N into a warm embrace. Y/N's head rested against Lesso's chest as they wrapped their arms around her waist. Lesso gently rubbed Y/N's back, soothingly whispering, "You are not a burden, my little raven. You're worth everything to me."

She continued, "You're my girlfriend, and I will always be here for you, no matter what. I notice the little things, Y/N, the subtle changes in your behavior that you might not even be aware of."

Lesso leaned back slightly, looking into Y/N's eyes, and added, "Like how you play with your hair when you're nervous or the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about. You're not alone in this, my love. We face everything together, remember?"

Lesso tenderly wiped away Y/N's tears, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. "It's late, my love. Let's get ready for bed," she suggested. Y/N nodded in agreement, and as Lesso asked if they wanted to join her for a bath, Y/N readily agreed.

Magically lighting the fireplace, Lesso walked with Y/N to the bathroom. With a wave of her hand, she started the water, letting it fill the tub with soothing warmth. Once the bath was ready, Lesso added bath salts and oils, creating a fragrant and relaxing atmosphere. She gestured for Y/N to get in first and then joined them, wrapping her arms around Y/N and placing sweet kisses on the top of their head.

After a while, Lesso carefully stepped out of the tub, telling Y/N she was going to get some pajamas for both of them. Y/N nodded, watching Lesso leave the bathroom. When she returned, Lesso had clothes for Y/N and helped them out of the large clawfoot tub, wrapping them in a fluffy towel.

As Y/N stood there, Lesso helped them get dressed, exchanging tender kisses. Y/N noticed that Lesso had put them in one of her sweatshirts, and a content smile spread across their face

In the cozy bedroom, the flickering flames of the fireplace cast a warm glow, creating a serene ambiance. Lesso and Y/N settled into the plush king-size bed, the soft sheets embracing them. Y/N, seeking solace, nestled close to Lesso, their legs intertwining as they burrowed their head into Lesso's chest.

Lesso, with a tender smile, embraced Y/N, her arms creating a protective cocoon around her. "Shh, my little raven. You're safe here," she whispered, her fingers gently stroking Y/N's hair.

Y/N let out a content sigh, finding comfort in Lesso's presence. "I'm sorry, Nora," Y/N murmured, voice muffled against Lesso's chest.

Lesso tightened her embrace, "There's nothing to be sorry for, my love. We all have our moments. I'm just glad you're here with me now."

They lay there in silence for a while, the only sounds the crackling of the fireplace and the soft hum of the night. Lesso, with delicate movements, started drawing random patterns on Y/N's back with her nails, a soothing rhythm that slowly lulled Y/N into a state of tranquility.

As Y/N's breathing steadied, Lesso pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. "Sleep, my little raven. I'll be right here," Lesso whispered, her own eyes heavy with the weight of the day's events.

Y/N mumbled a drowsy reply, "Thank you, Nora," before surrendering to the embrace of sleep. In the stillness of the night, the dean of the School for Evil held her beloved close, offering comfort in the embrace of shared warmth and affection.

#lady lesso #leonora lesso #the school for good and evil #sge #lady lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lady lesso imagine #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x female reader #lady lesso x female readeer #leonora lesso imagine

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let-your-chaos-explode · 2 years ago

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The Secrets of Lady Lesso - Chapter 5, Rumors

Rumors have a way of reframing the way you look at a person. Whether they’re true or not, they can make you question everything you’ve ever known about them. Rumors invite the imagination to get creative. And while often harmless, rumors could also bite.

The students of the School for Good and Evil were rising heroes and villains waiting for their own epic tales to be written. But at the end of the day, they were still, at their core, children. And as children are prone to do…they gossip. That was how Professor Clarissa Dovey found herself in quite the predicament one spring morning.

The sun glittered merrily outside, melting the last vestiges of the winter’s snow on the lawn. The bright rays through the window caught the crystal gem hanging against the glass and reflected colorful rainbows across the room. The dance of colors was truly beautiful and brought a wistful smile to her face.

A tentative knock sounded against the office door, drawing Clarissa out of her wandering thoughts. It was soft enough that she wasn’t certain it had happened at all. A second knock followed, just as hesitant as the first.

Clarissa rose from behind her desk and opened the office door, peering curiously out into the hall. A small Ever student, one of their youngest around age twelve, shuffled awkwardly in the threshold.

“Elia, dear!” Dovey said with surprise. “What can I help you with?”

The poor child looked up at her with absolute dread etched across her features.

“It’s about your wife, ma’am…”

“My wife?” She asked, confusion clear in her voice.

“I told them not to do it, but they didn’t listen to me.” The girl exclaimed in a hurried rush. “They took her cane from the chair while she was yelling at Elliot.”

Heat pooled in her cheeks as she understood the implication before being washed away by the concern for her friend.

“She was heading over to the School for Evil, but she didn’t look too good, ma’am. Snapped at me when I offered to help. I thought she might feel better if it was you.”

“Thank you, Elia. You did the right thing.” Dovey hushed. “If you would please leave a note on my desk with the names of those students, I would be ever so grateful.”

She collected her skirts and started running down the hall.

“Oh! And Elia... Please, let’s not use spousal terms when referring to the staff. It will be Lady Lesso or Dean Lesso from now on. She gets a bit tetchy about proper titles.” Clarissa called over her shoulder.

She would deal with that at a later date…after she has had the opportunity to speak to Leonora about it.

Clarissa made it to the dark castle in record time, despite her heels and cumbersome skirts. The halls were blessedly empty and she only had to navigate two corridors before finding the other woman. Lady Lesso was leaning against the grimy, stone wall in a darkened corner of the alcove. She was holding her thigh in a white-knuckled grasp and, even from this distance, she could see the pain in her posture.

“Lady Lesso!” Dovey greeted casually as she closed the distance. “Fancy meeting you here!”

Upon closer inspection, Lesso’s face appeared unnaturally pale. Beads of sweat clung to her hairline and her hands trembled in her effort to appear composed.

“I was just heading to your chambers to find you. I was hoping to get your opinion on a suitable punishment for a set of Ever students who believed that torturing others was great entertainment.”

“Of course.” Lesso grit through bared teeth. “I have several ideas, actually.”

“Oh, but my feet are killing me from these heels. Be a dear, and help me the rest of the way?”

Clarissa didn’t ask. She linked her arm with Leonora’s and pulled the taller woman’s weight onto her frame. To anyone else, it would have looked like they were going for another one of their evening strolls. To Lesso, it was an immediate relief to her throbbing leg. They finished the stretch of the corridor and turned into an archway with a spiral staircase heading to the corner tower. Halfway to the top, Leonora pulled away and sat on the stairs with a hiss of pain.

“How can I help you right now?” Clarissa whispered, joining her on the step.

Her hands hovered anxiously over Lesso’s bad leg with a lost expression painted on her face.

“I’m fine.” Lesso groaned, slapping her hands away. “Let’s just keep moving. We’re almost there.”

A sharp frown pulled at Clarissa’s lips, but she allowed the avoidance. She stood and offered her arm once more to her struggling friend. Together, they stumbled up the remaining stairs and into Leonora’s private chambers.

“What happened?” Clarissa asked her as she collapsed onto the edge of her bed.

“Oh, I thought that was common knowledge. I trained Cerberus for Hades back in the day as a favor.” Lesso answered blankly.

Dovey’s heart constricted at the emptiness in Lesso’s response. She wrinkled her nose and sat gingerly next to her on the bed, trapping Lesso’s hand between her both of her own.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Nora.” She whispered against the tears burning in her eyes.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine Dove.” Leonora sighed. “Just wondering the best way to kill some teenagers and manage to keep my job.”

Dovey snorted a laugh and leaned her head onto Lesso’s shoulder. “I may or may not have a list waiting on my desk of the students responsible.”

“Little shits. Your little Evers were too cowardly to try something face to face, they had to team up while my back was turned!”

“I'm sure it’s the only way anyone at this school could have possibly gotten away with it. I defer all consequences to you, dear.”

“When I’m done with them, they’ll be the ones needing a cane.” Lesso muttered darkly.

Dovey pulled away and dipped to the floor, pulling at the laces on Lesso’s stiletto boots. The Dean of Evil quirked a curious eyebrow but said nothing.

“You kind of set yourself up for it, you know.” Clarissa stated matter-of-fact as she tucked the boots neatly under the bed. “You don’t let anyone get close to you and you keep them guessing. Me included! Especially when you spin your fantastical tales about your injury. They’re dumb teenagers, Leonora. I’m not saying what they did was right. I’m just saying they are testing their boundaries and they have no earthly idea as to what consequences might come of it.”

A pensive pout pulled at Lesso’s lips and Clarissa was overcome with the sudden desire to kiss it away. Shaking the thought away, she quickly stood and fled to the ensuite to retrieve a glass of water and some pain medication, using the opportunity to hide the blush surely forming on her cheeks.

“You know, I heard this fascinating rumor today.” She heard Lesso shout over the sound of the faucet.

“What did you hear?” Dovey questioned with genuine intrigue as she passed Lesso the pain relief.

Clarissa allowed herself to relax on the already rumpled bedspread and propped her head up with her hand, looking at her friend curiously. Leonora set the glass on the nightstand and mirrored her position.

“We look and sound like a couple of teenagers gossiping.” Clarissa giggled.

“Oh, just you wait, Rissa.” Leonora barked with barely contained laughter.

The redhead cleared her throat dramatically and lowered her voice into a stage whisper.

“I heard some Ever boys saying some rather salacious comments about the lovely shape of…” She gestured rudely in the direction of her chest. “And then something about being a fairy godmother they’d like to…”

Clarissa’s offended gasp cut off the rest of Lesso’s statement. A wide and entirely too mirthful grin split across the Evil Dean’s face.

“Based on the very descriptive details I overheard, I don’t think they were referencing our resident beauty teacher.”

“While disgusting and highly inappropriate, that’s not exactly the definition of a rumor.” Dovey sputtered.

The glee in Lesso’s eyes ignited and, if possible, her smile only widened.

“One of your less than chivalrous boys asked how long the rest of them thought we had been dirty dancing for. Elliot, I believe his name was? He had some rather imaginative scenarios as to what we really do during the weekly staff meetings. Should I describe it for you?”

Clarissa choked on her own saliva and said a silent prayer to the Storian to kill her now. Lady Lesso must have seen the mortification plain on her face, as she finally released the uncontrollable laughter she had been holding back.

“I will cherish the horror that dawned on their faces the second they saw me behind him for as long as I shall live.” Leonora sighed as her laughter dissipated, wiping the joyful tears from her eyes.

Dovey was still recovering from the heat of embarrassment and covered her face with her hands. She couldn’t look at her. If she looked at her, it was over. Lesso would be able to see the want and love staring back at her and this farce of being happy with merely friendship would be over.

“Well, as a Dean of this hallowed institution, I, of course, could not let this behavior abide. While delivering a verbal reprimand, one of yours thought it would be hilarious to take my cane. And here we are.” Leonora concluded.

“Well thank you for defending my honor.” Dovey said with only a hint of sarcasm from behind her fingers.

Lesso let quietness settle between them. The stillness was comfortable, but she could feel the unexplained tension rolling off of the Fairy Godmother.

“Thank you for coming to find me. I know that Ava girl sent for you.” She said quietly.

“Elia.” Clarissa corrected.

“I’m not a liar!”

Clarissa rolled her eyes at Leonora’s antics and didn’t fight the smile pulling at her lips. Lesso gave her a small smile in return, relieved to feel the tension dissipating with her terrible joke.

“Leonora, how do you deal with all the rumors?” Dovey asked after a beat.

The question was soft in its earnestness. Though quietly spoken, the weight of it seemed to fill the room. Clarissa watched as Leonora’s eyebrows knitted together in thought. A contemplative hum reverberated in her throat and she rolled herself to her belly. Lesso rested her head in the cradle of her folded arms and studied Clarissa intently.

“It has been my experience that people are going to talk, no matter what you say or do.” She said slowly, choosing her words carefully. “No amount of threatening or punishment truly makes it stop. They just find other ways to communicate it. I have found that dealing with it, as you say, is more about not letting the things that are said affect me.”

“How do you do that?” Clarissa probed with genuine interest.

“Well…” Lesso drawled. “I can’t be surprised or offended by a rumor if I’m the one creating it. I like to get ahead of the curve. It lets me control the narrative.”

The Fairy Godmother closed her eyes and nodded in a sorrowful understanding.

“That’s why you make up stories about your leg.”

“It’s…easier than having to listen to idiots try to guess about something so outside of what their teeny tiny brains could possibly understand.”

Leonora shrugged her shoulders and pushed herself off the mattress. She held out her hand and helped Clarissa to her feet.

“Come on, princess. At this rate, we are going to miss lunch.”

She rummaged through the wardrobe and retrieved the raven-headed cane and opened the door.

“And we don’t need any more of those kinds of rumors going around.” She joked with a flirty wink.

Clarissa flushed once more and let loose a nervous laugh. “About that…I heard this lovely little rumor from Elia this morning…”

“Who?” Lesso asked with feigned ignorance.

Dovey’s expression fell flat and she deadpanned, “Ava.”

“Oh! Yes! Delightful girl, that one.” Lesso smirked.

The pair began their descent down the staircase and into the hall.

“How do you feel about a spring wedding?”

Clarissa felt a broad smirk of her own form as Leonora’s steps beside her faltered. Maybe she wasn’t the only one feeling so affected by the implications of wild gossip.

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