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s1llydr3amscape · 4 months

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LET ME OUT

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Anyways I always wanted to doodle this specific pose from Toyless' animation why because I can :]

Extras under the cut :

This was the specific screenshot I based the pose off I love hands grabbing head!!! :

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The original video ^ (I'll be real with yall I was shocked the original song was poppy playtime because my only experience with it was that all my baby cousins loved that franchise. And they would show me vids off it at family gatherings because I was the babysitter. One of em even debated me abt fnaf like chill out bro you weren't even born when it came out!!!!!)

Glitchtrap rambling time woohoo let's go!!!!

-I redrew em again because I think I'm almost 100% happy with its design!!!! Like I don't wanna change their face so much because the way his face is shaped is my fave!!! Like they have the same style of muzzle as sonic characters!!!!!! I just made it rounder cuz its their early days before this au lore

-I just wanna achieve the unnaturalness with their design. Like they don't belong here. They want to get out. LET HIM OUT. type vibe basically like that's why it has like those kind off teeth instead off the rabbit ones. They get those later in the au.

-I fucking love Glitchtrap so much you don't understand they're so peak!!!!!! I jokingly hate him because I despise what it did to Vanny.

-I was a fan since day 1 bro is just so unique like woah a non animatronic for a change?!?!? STRAIGHT UP A FURSUIT!??!?! Color me impressed!!! I love zooming on it its model and seeing everyy little detail!!! Like omg bro is crying and drooling on the suit!!!!! There's also a patch of uneven stitching pattern on the top of their head compared to their mostly symmetrical design!!!

-I was so fixated on em like my level of obsession for him was bad bad!!!! Like yeah it was still there when Vanny came around during the curse of Dreadbear DLC but you don't understand it surpassed all my Foxy art!!! The first fnaf character I fixated on!?!?? Like what and yall can ask my IRLS bro had lots n lots of art!!!!! I have so much trad art of glitchy it's embarassing!!! Atleast I improved tbh!!

-I just really really loved the fan animations were bro got to time travel to the older fnaf animations and fuck em up!!!! Causing them all to glitch out like hello PEAK!?!?!?! No im not biased to rabbit characters with whiskers shhhhh... SHHH...

-Because I know all those animations already and it's like omg omg OMG Glitchtrap kinda expanded my music taste imma be fr... Fnaf autism is so bad I omfg I only listened to fnaf songs and the only time I listened to other franchises songs is because someone animated fnaf over it... like yeah I was an animation meme kid but even then I only remember the lyrics and titles to songs if I saw fnaf on them (cringe!!!!) So yeah thank u Glitchtrap <33333

-I think Malhare is the cooler name but the Glitchtrap name is cool too because when the names end in trap like this it makes me think they're like warrior cats adjacent. So in this one they just fluctuate between either Malhare or Glitchtrap

-Also another reason he's my super fave is because my brain predicted it's gloop form!!!!

-Like no joke literally the same character I dreamt about during the early days before Princess Quest.

-Except mine was a shadow like the shadow animatronics. More wispy than gloopy. I think the reason I dreamt it was because Shadow Toy Chica and fan made shadow animatronics were getting popular!! But legit same character and colors!!!!!!!

-Just a big dark mass with purple eyes surrounding it like literally the same character my brain came up with and I'm just wow <3333 minus the fact my design had really big giant swirly white eyebrows

-However my Shadow Glitchtrap was kinda more wack to say the least. Like heheheh cuz Glitchtraps a fursuit there's no denying that I changed the dream design a bit. In my old Glitchtrap designs they'd have a zipper and so what would happen was they'd unzip and flip their insides into outsides to reveal the Shadow Glitchtrap thing which was hiding inside them.

-Like those plushies that you can unzip to reveal a different plushie design basically!!!!

-TBH I prefer Glooptrap because yeah!!!!! Amalgamation of hate let's go!!!!!! I think with how gloopy he is its just fun to draw I love the fact that the weird Glitchtrap blockers look like that it fits too much with my own preestablished AU lore.

-I feel like Glitchtrap turns into Glooptrap from like the seams of their suit. Like you see that each part the suit got stitched just turn black as black liquid pours out like ohhh that shit haunted!!!! Bursting outta the seams like oh this guy has no one inside they're all just black sludge!!!!

-In this AU specifically (The one with my millions of Vanny designs) is actually a spoof fnaf AU where everyone lives!!! Like I have 3 AUs technically one of them being the fnaf cast in my oc world where they become my ocs basically called Rabbit City. My other one which is my more serious canon adjacent fnaf AU where no silly stuff or shipping happens, and it's just more overall following my own formed understanding of the canonicity and the series of events with me trying to keep the animatronics more game accurate (I dont think ive posted any of that here due to me feeling like my style limits the nit and grit I wanna go with it). And this one I mainly post on here where everything is just silly and bends to my command and everyone lives because I love everyone <333333 Literally playing with my toys type AU where I do what I want which is why a million vanny designs are in this AU specifically. I usually tag it as this 🦭🩷🐇🐰🐇🐰🐇🐰🐯 because the original name of this au is self indulgent and I'm embarrassed but it's too iconic to change it.

-Glitchtrap in this AU is just much more goofy and silly infecting people like a zombie virus and possessing them for his own gain. Weird eldritch horror that came out of a fnaf fangame. Anything goes in this AU so if I wanna make Glitchtrap a mind controlling zombie warlock wizard so be it!!!! Sorry I love zombies soo much you will have to take this trope out of my cold dead hands!!!!! I love rot!!!

-That's why it's wrinkly because they too me are like a rotten banana (Even though his associated smell to me is lemongrass). Imagine squeezing a banana still with it's skin on. That's how I imagine bro turns into glooptrap if they didn't open the zipper in time. Also because I love the design trope of rotting and withering sue me. I love when the flesh sags across the body. Wrinkles are great bro theyre so real!!!!! Also because back then people kept drawing him as skinny as a twig??? Even though they have fat??? So I made them fatter mostly because like I love the gloop part of it hiding inside <3333

-They're more green pink and purple because imma be real my fave color combo ever <33333

-I wanna do an xray piece with them soon to show their insides but I'm still uncertain if I have the art prowess to concoct it exactly like how I envision it yet. Like I need to squash and scretch them more. They need to look more decrepit and horrible!!!!! something like the unknown from dbd!!!!

-They can't actually emote properly stuck in a permanent smile

-Glithctrap and Vanny’s dynamic is like Lord Hater and Commander Peepers in this one. There's more character adjacent to the dynamic between them concocted in my head but I wanna draw a comic abt it :]

-Like yeah one second they're besties and the next they're at each other's throats ready to strangle eachother. Vanny reluctantly trying to help him at first like how she was first called.

-Oh also in this specific AU Glitchtrap isn't connected to William in the slightest more just it's own thing!!!!

-He's like an AI that wants to be human. It believes it is human. They've mimicked people too much that they don't know what they are anymore. Or what it wants anymore. What do they want.

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akkaweo-akkaweo · 1 year

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Rare Encounters

Na Goeun x F!reader

Tags: scissoring, thigh riding

WC: 3.6k

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Everyone at school loved Na Goeun. No one knew how she could handle it all: being in student council, joining the drama club, and still managing to almost make it as class valedictorian (rank 2 isn't half bad though). She never had a bad rep or record, except that she had rejected almost every boy that asked her out. On the few occasions she did indulge in a date, that would be the last of it.

Something about that drew you to her. She was already nice enough to help you out in the few lab activities you got paired together for. She even got you some candy on the last day of class, which, while she did give to several other people, probably meant she remembered you enough to give one to.

Fast forward to today, and... actually, you don't know what happened to her. No one did.

It wasn't something bad or negative though; it's just that she had fallen off practically everyone's radars. Some say she got into a prestigious college under a pretty tight scholarship; others say she auditioned and is training for some entertainment company given her drama background. But the fact was, no one had a definitive answer.

That was, until your class reunion.

The buzz spread like wildfire. Your phone with a dozen different groupchats couldn't stop vibrating when someone sent a screenshot of the LINE message inviting everyone to come. Clear as day, Na Goeun sent a reaction.

"You think she'd actually go?," asked Ireh, sitting beside you and your friend Dosie at a cafe nearby your old school. The three of you still kept in touch, and just as you frequented this small coffee shop back then, you found yourselves coming back to it when everyone had the time.

"Beats me. Maybe she's so busy she butt pressed it and hasn't seen it.," Dosie remarked.

"Come on," you added. "That's so unlikely. Besides... it should be impossible for her to not be interested. It's Goeun. She had friends everywhere."

"Sometimes, an introvert can look a lot like an extrovert. Maybe we just never saw her being exactly that," Dosie replied.

"I suppose that makes sense," Ireh said. "Still wouldn't explain how she managed to stay introverted for 6 years."

Ireh and Dosie were both on a break from training at different arts schools. You on the other hand were taking a science course – likely thanks to Goeun for making it not as intimidating to you in the first place – and so when the two had to return to their dorms, you stayed on. The store owner knew you by now since you would often work quietly in the corner until the shop closed at around 10:30PM.

Tonight, however, someone new entered just before the store closed shop. It was a petite woman with long, jet black hair, with an aura and poise you almost couldn't believe you were seeing for the first time in years.

It was Goeun, in the flesh. And seeing her just as beautiful as before sent your chest in knots.

See, what no one really knew was that while it was primarily guys that had crushes on Goeun, you're pretty sure girls, like you, did too. You never threw away the wrapper of that candy she gave you. You cherishes every day marveling at Goeun tutoring you every lab session. And everyone's collective investment on whether she would be at the reunion did nothing but rekindle those feelings.

Now, Goeun existed in your world and only yours. Despite that sounding a lot creepier than it actually is, it was the truth. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be the only one with her, just this once.

"Goeun-ssi," you said softly, hoping she'd turn around. She didn't.

You slink back in your chair, embarassed. Maybe it's not so good an idea to bother her? Like Dosie said, maybe she just never was the type to socialize, and the last thing she'd need at 10PM was some random person to bother her night munchies.

What you don't notice as you hide yourself in your hoodie and close your eyes as you think of that is that, as Goeun finishes placing her order in, she turns around as she jams to the music she's playing on her AirPods. And right as you open your eyes, she looks up from her phone.

"Wait," Goeun said. "You look familiar."

You reply nervously. "Yeah, uh... we were lab partners a few times. Under Baek-seonsaengnim?" You realize hiding in your hoodie might be making it harder for her to remember, so you lift your hoodie and remove your mask.

"Oh!," she exclaimed. "It's you! Hi! Oh wow, I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you! How have you been? Pardon me." Flustered, she put her earbuds away.

"No it's okay! I was just about to head home," you respond, closing your notebook and laptop quickly. "I don't want to keep you."

"No, please, don't worry about it! I just happened to come by the area. Before the reunion," she added.

So she did plan to go. Guess Dosie was wrong.

"Tell you what," she said. "Do you still live nearby? The apartments just up the road?"

"Not too far from that, you turn left by the convenience store instead of going straight," you respond.

"Oh neat! I'm not that far from you then. Why don't I join you for a bit?," she replied.

"It's okay! I can manage," you add shyly.

"Nonsense, it's late. I got you," she rebutted. "Besides, it's nice to see you again! You have to tell me how you've been."

You warm up a bit, and open yourself to being a bit more chatty. "Same here."

Waiting for your coffee, you try and make the first move. "Funny, I was just with Dosie and Ireh a few hours ago."

"Really! How are they? They still into performing?," she asked.

"Yeah. They're not classmates though, but I think they're both going to try out at the same theatre group when they graduate soon."

"That's great! Wow, it's so nice to actually hear from our classmates nowadays."

"Wait, so you haven't met anyone? None at all? In six whole years?"

"Well... I did spot Chaein from afar, you remember her right? From my section? Anyway, there was a time she saw me from afar while I was waiting for a bus, but before she could say hi, I had to go. Otherwise, no, probably just some random guys I actively tried to not run into when I caught them," she replied. "And, well, you! Right now!"

As you both step out of the cafe with fresh cups of coffee in hand, you head the way home. It's finals week for first semester, so the air is cold and damp.

After a few seconds of silence, only disrupted by the crunching of feet on asphalt, Goeun speaks up. "So... I'm pretty sure you're gonna ask me where I've been."

"Well... yeah. But I figured you had your reasons. I mean... you did, right?," you asked. "Not that it affects me or anything, it's just... I always thought you would, I don't know, be an actress or an idol, or literally anything–"

"Wah, jjinja?," she exclaimed. "Gosh no, I don't think I could make singing and drama my entire life."

"So what was your life then?"

"College."

What you thought was a pause turned out to be a full stop. "Wait, that's it? No scholarship, no special gigs? Just college?"

"No, of course not! Seriously, why does everyone assume I just get these things?," she laughed, seemingly shocked by the assumption.

"Because you were THE Na Goeun?!," you said incredulously. "Everyone thought you'd be out there in the world, not disappearing off the face of it," you retort.

"Hey, for what it's worth, I finally got to do some things I couldn't before. Jog more frequently, record songs instead of just performing, go skiing during winter. It's fun."

"But did you not miss any of it?"

"Any of what?" she presses, looking puzzled.

"The attention? The social life? Being loved by everyone?"

She looks up for a few seconds pondering on her answer. "Well, that's a lot to answer. First... I guess I did miss it a bit. Not enough to seek it out though, as you can tell. And second, I honestly just step away from it all, you know? I wanted to lay low, just excel quietly without getting attention, graduate, and do whatever it is I have to do to earn money nowadays. Does that answer your question?"

"I... yeah," you reply, shocked by both how much and how little you know of Goeun.

"But for the record," she glared at you, eyebrow raised with a smirk, "I succeed for no one other than myself."

You clicked your tongue and pointed at her. "There's the Goeun I know."

You both laugh as you share stories, struggling – and barely succeeding – not to wake up all your neighbors. You must have failed either way, because right in the middle of your conversation, rain suddenly pours, drenching both you and Goeun. You run to your porch, fortunately only about a hundred meters away, and laugh even harder when you both process what just happened.

"Don't even think about going home in this rain. I'm so sorry!," you said.

"Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've had in a while!," she replied.

"Please, dry yourself off inside! You can stay over until the rain subsides."

Walking Goeun up the stairs provided an all-important reality check: you were bringing your high school crush, who until now remained a mystery to everyone else, and is still pretty as hell even drenched, to your place, alone?

You power through the growing anxiety and successfully reach your apartment. It wasn't the biggest, considering your parents were the ones fully paying for it, so having a second person already made the place feel twice as stuffed.

You point Goeun to the bathroom to freshen herself up first, while you search for some spare clothes you could lend her. The flannel and jeans you were wearing sent sharp sensations of cold all over your body, so you instinctively remove them, leaving you in your underwear. In your rush to find clothes for Goeun, you miss her unlock the bathroom door and step out, herself also in just a sports bra and her underwear. When you turn around, you give a slight yelp.

"Ai, I'm sorry!" Goeun said, hiding behind the door. You both shuffle around awkwardly trying to find a way to get dressed, but, perhaps to break the awkwardness, she adds, "You have a nice body, you know that?"

You feel your body scrunch up a bit, trying to hide yourself. But Goeun walks up to you, grabbing towels you hung on a chair to cover both you and herself up. As she wraps your shoulders in a towel, she places a hand over the arm you've placed over your chest, trying to ease you up.

"Hey, it's okay," she reassured. "I know we're not close, but you don't have to be so shy." She looks at you, and your eyes meet. She always had very pretty eyes, accentuated by their size and the way they glisten in the light.

"If only I was as pretty as you, maybe," you blurt out suddenly. When you realize what you just did, you take your other hand and cover your mouth, shocked and scared. Even she looked surprised, and the two of you stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

Both of you were trying to formulate whole ideas, but Goeun is the first to get a word out.

"I... think you're pretty too," she said.

Another round of staring. You barely notice it, but now you're almost up to each others' bodies. Fuck it, here we go I guess.

"I thought you were pretty ever since high school," you add. "I even kept that candy you gave me on the last day of school."

"Did you really?," she giggled. "You know, I gave you that because I remembered you as a lab partner."

"Why, was it because I barely helped? I'm sorry if I was too much for you to carry."

"No no, not like that... because back then, I'd see the way you look at me with those eyes, and it was cute. I remembered that."

You aren't that much taller than Goeun (maybe less than half a head), but you can feel yourself having to look down a bit more as you move your body closer to her.

"Goeun...," you whisper, "every time some guy asked you out and you rejected them, I always thought I'd actually be able to make you happy. But I also accepted I'd never be able to tell you that I liked you."

"Well," she says, as she tipped on her toes and plants a kiss on your cheek. "now's your chance. Do you perhaps... still like me now?," she asked innocently.

Your heart thumps all the way into your eardrums, but, with how close she was to you, you could feel her heart beating quickly as well. You're lightheaded, but at the same time aware of everything around you, most especially Na Goeun looking into your eyes with a smile.

You press your forehead into hers and close your eyes. No point hiding anything now.

"Yes, Goeun-ssi, I still like you."

She chuckled again, though sounding a bit nervous. "Please, I think we're past the point of you calling me that way. Just call me Goeun."

At that moment, a switch flips: literally, in that both of you have unwittingly backed into a light switch in the room; and figuratively, in that after exchanging a quick laugh, you both lean in together for a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and also unsure, but a second kiss erases all that fear.

Every moment your lips parted came longer than the last. You were immersed in the warmth of someone you've dreamt about in the past, and that's all that mattered then and there.

You break your kiss, and guide her to the edge of your bed. Goeun stares at you, for once seemingly unsure of what to say, and you move your hands to the sides of her chest. She gives a quiet nod, and you work her bra and panties off her. She does the same, moving her hands to your hips, and you nod in return. You both had a language only both of you could understand, and it burned you up inside.

When you pull her to the bed however, Goeun is just staring into your eyes still, like she's trying to say something.

"Is everything okay? Am I going too fast?," you ask, trying to calm her.

"No, it's just... this is my first time with a girl, and I haven't done anything like this in... I don't even remember," she replied.

You give a warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, this is my first time too. We'll... figure this out together I guess?," you added. She closes her eyes and smiles, looking more relaxed than a minute ago. She always was a perfectionist.

"No one's ever told me that before," she said, looking shocked from the statement. "Okay."

Both of you resume making out. Still not intense nor heavy, just enough to focus on each others' lips. Time to time, you or Goeun would pause to just look at your other half, and continue. Every pause you snuggle closer – perhaps still cold from the rain pouring outside. And, when your eyes lock, you giggle and keep going.

She breaks the rout with a light kiss on your nose. "You're cute when you have nothing to say."

You feel your cheeks flush. "If you're going to tell me you've been flirting with me ever since lab, I'm going to freak."

"If I managed to learn to flirt between then and now, it's a miracle," she replied. "But I mean it. You're cute in a way other guys can't be."

You place a hand over her cheek, rubbing it with your thumb. "I really hope this isn't a dream," you say, before kissing Goeun again.

"I don't think dreams would feel this real," she laughed.

You start making out again, your hands now straying to different parts of each others' body. Goeun's hand slides down your chest, pausing between your breasts, your hand works up her spine to the back of her head.

You pull her in closer, sliding your leg between hers, and hers between yours. You can feel the warmth of her core, and you're sure she can too. Both of you connect with a jolt; you feel Goeun's breath stagger. She looks at you again, with a look that said "it's okay, I'm yours."

You start to rub yourself on her leg, and she follows suit. Slick builds up on your thigh, and deep breaths trail behind. You can't hold back your moans, but neither does Goeun; her whimpers of pleasure are fed straight into your ear. The harder both of you grind, the harder you pull her closer to you, as if wanting to experience your stimulation as one whole.

"Does it feel good?," you ask under your breath.

"Yes, shit, I want more."

You're now determined to do one thing and one thing only: make Goeun feel good. You prop yourself up on a knee to get on top of her; her petite body rises and falls with her heavy breaths. She tries to get up on her elbows to meet you, but you place a hand on her chest. "Let me," you whisper, and she plops back down.

You feel around her folds, glistening and sticky from the stimulation you gave her. You give her one last glance, and her eyes are closed, ready to take you in. You slide a finger in, and Goeun gasps, feeling all of you in her. Her breaths are giggly, trembly expressions of pleasure, and it unsurprisingly turned you on. You reciprocated the pleasure with a second finger, causing her to lurch her back in ecstasy.

"Hah, that's so good! Please don't stop!," Goeun begs. You have never imagined her to be on the receiving end of anything, much less this, but you're committed to make her keep begging for more – as a metric of her enjoyment, of course.

You didn't anticipate, though, how much of a quick study Goeun could be, as she forces herself up and reaches a hand towards your groin. You feel a finger graze your clit, causing you to squeak, and Goeun continued to go crazy on it. Both of you are staring deeply and longingly at each other, legs crossed between each other – and of course, now fingering each other.

You couldn't take it anymore; you needed more of Goeun, and you wanted to give her more of you. You grab her hand out of your pussy and guide it to her mouth, and you do the same to your own. Your moans and movements at this point are so synchronized that when you drag her closer to start scissoring her, you're surprised to slam right into her juicy warmth without much distance covered.

Just like tides slamming and receding back, you and Goeun rub your pussies into each other. Waves of pleasure ripple across your body, and you can feel in the way she trembles in your grasp that so is Goeun. You're hungry for her, and the look in her eyes confirm she wanted to know exactly that. As you creep closer to your edge, a dam bursts open inside your chest, and you grip ever more tightly on to Goeun. She holds on to you just as tightly, enough to be moaning right next to each others' ears yet again.

Suddenly, you couldn't stop yourself from blurting everything you've ever thought about Goeun to her. "Fuck, Goeun, I've always dreamt this, I've touched myself to this dream so many times, please don't leave me! I'll do everything to make you stay! Please don't let me go! I just want to be yours!," you cry out in desperation.

"Yes, yes, yes, baby! You're mine! I'm not letting you go! I want to cum together! I'm so close!," she screams in reply. Those sweet words were enough to finally you make you tremble and leak, just before squirting all over her hips. Your orgasm in turn brought Goeun to her climax, your fluids mixing with each other, consummating your newly forged commitment to each other.

Together, you tip to the side, still locked into that embrace, catching your breath. The moans hidden beneath her breaths are soft but unabated, and you feel satisfied knowing she most definitely enjoyed herself.

When Goeun comes to, you stare at her and give her a kiss on her nose. "You're cuter when you're relaxed."

The gesture appeared to have jolted Goeun to her senses, as she gives a faint smile.

"I'm lucky I found you tonight of all nights," she whispered. Your softest voices were now audible, as the rain had finally subsided.

"And I'm lucky the rain kept you here," you reply. You look outside, thinking what comes next after this, and Goeun responded immediately by using her forehead to pull yours in.

"I'm not going anywhere," she reassured.

"Not even the reunion?," you taunt, giving a childish pout.

"Of course I'm going to that, silly," she giggles. "Only if you promise to come with me."

"It's a date then," you reply. "Finally."

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A/N: hope this one surprises the few plorys out here in the wild. hopefully i get to make for kween dosie next

#girl group smut #kpop smut #female reader #purple kiss smut #goeun smut

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maitressonneurs · 7 months

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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.

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