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thesoulesscollection · 1 year

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Would you mind doing..I’ve forgotten how to ask requests..oh god...umm!!

Prompt!

Touch starved Ellie and extra cuddly Right comfort!

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Hi, thank you for this so deliciously sweet and soft request. I do love it when a ship gets all soft and they get some affectionate cuddles. I'm so sorry though for the long wait for this one.

Down below is just a domestic piece so no angst and just soft love between a married couple;

Exhaustion hit Ellie at full force that left her to go limp almost, her body went soft, and eyes growing heavy. So with open arms she soon dove into her husband's awaiting arms, face nuzzling deep into the crook of his neck. Now those arms, so strong and defined in muscles, swooped her into his embrace, "Heh. You're being more cuddly than normal?" He retorts, likely raising a brow in his keen observation.

"A little" Replying in a sleepy grumble, she pulls back in order to look up past lashes, slow fluttering, her grip tightened around his neck, "I like it. You're really warm and soft"

"Heh. No problem with me" His scruffy cheek rubs against her smoothly squishy one, his mustache tickling her. Without any fight in her left, she closes her eyes then rests her head onto his broad chest. The warmth he brought comforted her during her lowest moments, soothing in her soul to a gentle period from that awful anxious high. "Look at you, hun. So beautiful" He plants a kiss on her forehead, practically melting her to putty within a flash, "You're absolutely gorgeous" Then another peck on her lips earned a dreamy sigh to pass by her.

"Gosh… Baby, you're so amazing to me. Even when I feel like shit you make me feel so better…" She rambled, the words spoken near incoherently, until abruptly stopping with a wide mouthed yawn. "... I love you so much. I love everything about you"

His hearty laughter booms throughout, as she feels the rumbling pulsating past her scrunched face, "I love you too. You're like a freshly picked rose with thorns. Pretty to look at, a beauty that can't be rivaled with both inside and out but you're a sharp and deadly to be reckoned with, my dear"

She silently chuckles at the ridiculous cheesiness, barely registering being led to their large queen bed although she didn't complain upon meeting the silky blankets and fluffy pillows. What made it so much better was when he joined in, allowing her to tangle her limbs across his own, again she returned to lay on his chest if he's the best thing in the world. Maybe she's badly starved of physical contact, she's actually whines at every attempt her partner does to squirm away. A small part in her head tells her to feel ashamed to be acting like this though she pushes the ugly off a cliff and squeezes the man. Her partner could care less it seems, he tugged her close to him and gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze.

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fresh-thomato · 2 years

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I LOVE this author's style.

Look how cuddly they are WANANAN!!!

Those arts are just straight up ready for an anime shhdhbddnnddjdjd❤

(Pweety pweese Japan?/ Onegaishimasu!

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Art by: @b_oishii on Twitter ❤

https://twitter.com/b_oishii/status/1546058201111855104?t=sfXfOSoEUUESC80nE8E32A&s=19

#genshin impact #ayato #kamisato ayato #kamisato estate #genshin inazuma #waka #thomato #thoma #thomato fluff #cuddly couple #thoma wants cuddles #cuddleable waka #genshin impact anime now

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m3tiendes · 3 months

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#hugged you #hug #cuddly #cuddle #kiss #couple cuddling #room #cute #girl #love #art

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permeate · 1 year

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#x #relationship goals #couple #gif #couple gif #my babe #bw #black and white #bw gif #couple cuddling #platonic cuddling #he’s so cuddly #cute couple #love like the galaxy

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loubella77 · 9 months

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cuddlybats · 4 months

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Need attention O.O

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#bat #bats #cute bats #cuddly bat #bat comic #bat couple #spooky cute #pastel goth #goth couple #love #true love #couple comic #love language #unconditional love

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lewdo · 8 months

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One for the books 🌞🧡🤝🏼

#boyfriend lance always being a cuddly teddy #i love him so much #he is also so tumblr couple coded always #lance stroll #ls #f1 #formula 1

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Kisses and Cookie”

Request by @anonymous

Hellooo!! Your writing is really lovely, i was just wondering if you could write lesso comforting her gf who is having... that time of the month, yknow?? Its ok if you dont want to!! Just know that your writing is making a lot of people happy, keep up the amazing work!!

my obsession with alliteration really shines through in this one eh |･ω･)

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Chocolate and cuddles are certainly the cure to cramps that come in crippling currents, although there are several instances of the stellar combination failing to live up to its name. Beyond levelling off the pain, even when they do offer a distraction to take your mind of the awful sensation, chasing it completely away usually transcends their capability.

During such times when you feel as if a hurricane is wreaking havoc on your insides, your saving grace comes in the form of a palm on your pelvis. The owner of which is your wicked lover with a heart so big, and her love for you that seems to know no bounds. She always wears an air of indifference around her as it is her brand, but for you, she always makes an exception.

You are each other’s haven. The condescending cheekiness that is glued onto her face for the better part of the day is replaced by a bright beautiful smile that reflects in her star-kissed eyes, the spine that is kept ramrod-straight from dusk to dawn dissolves into a puddle of touch-starved goo as soon as her tall frame is engulfed in your arms. With her armour stripped bare, she is not Lady Lesso but simply your Leo.

Dressed in nothing but her button down and your underwear, you have, as you always do, welcomed your lover home with a kiss on her lips.

“Thievery is not tolerated in this household, little thief.”

She has murmured, a whisper of a smirk felt on your pulse point as tiny delicate kisses are peppered across your neck and collarbone.

You have only hummed, arms locked around her back, and face silently nuzzling the nook of her neck. When no retorts are returned as expected of her little minx, a palm has cupped your cheek, tilting it back a touch for concerned eyes to examine you.

“You look positively unwell, darling. What’s wrong?”

Pouty-lipped and puppy-eyed, you have told her how ruthless your cramps for this month have been, for even chocolate and cuddles with cookie, a chubby ball of clouds the colour of milk chocolate; a doggo daughter that you and Leo have been parenting together, cannot manage to fend off the pain.

One of your nightly rituals include lounging on the carpet in front of the roaring hearth. With an unruly head of fiery hair on one of your laps and a fluffy head of chocolate fur on the next, your little family of three will be found savouring the moment, simple in appearance but rich in essence.

Tonight as well is no exception, albeit having some adjustments made. Seated on the carpet between the couch and the hearth, you stay locked in your lover’s arms, hips cradled snugly in her thighs, and legs bracketed by hers, long, lean and delightfully toned. In the center of your legs nests chunky little Cookie, content, tongue out, and out like a light.

Even though chocolate and cuddles remain a constant craving during this time of the month, the ultimate cure to cramps is your lover who is not reluctant to shower you with affections. You are convinced at this point that her kisses hold healing properties. It feels as if all sensations of pain and discomfort are banished from your body as soon as soft lips collide with your flesh.

A candle kissed by the flame, you melt once a blossom of kiss is bestowed upon your nape. The sweet blossoms extend towards your shoulder blade, then circles back towards your neck where a butterfly rests upon your fluttering pulse.

Meanwhile, her hand is hidden underneath her shirt which is presently draped over your frame. One of the perks of having a witch as a wife is that you can do without a heating pad. One glow of her fingertip and her hand becomes the very thing. From beneath her palm, which is pressed against your pelvis, pulsate waves of warmness that bleed into your flesh. They feel delightfully pleasant, drowning out the pain until it is but an occasional tinge of discomfort.

“Is my darling girl feeling better?” You feel her query on the shell of your ear, the answer to which is delivered with a gentle press of your lips on her throat. “Mmhm, much.”

“There’s nothing my hands cannot remedy, it seems.”

Her voice, smooth as silver, soft as silk spills shivers down your spine. Still, you act innocent, head collapsing atop your lover’s shoulder to seek her eyes.

“Whatever do you mean? It’s quite obviously the therapeutic effect of watching a sleeping baby.” You glance over at Cookie who at the moment has her thick little limbs facing skyward, her chubby little belly exposed.

“Seeing as my little vixen is back, you really must be feeling better.”

Your wife smiles in that naughty fox-like way, drops it gently atop the tip of your nose, and when soft caresses of her lips turns into playful nibbles, you cannot help but giggle at her antics.

The jostling of your bodies stirs Cookie from her slumber. Your baby, always a ball of bubbling excitement, immediately climbs up your body on her chubby little paws, joining her Mama in bombarding your face with dewy kisses. As if sucked into a vortex, the pain and discomfort vanish, and if they don’t, you can no longer register their presence under the belly-butterfly inducing assaults of your two beloveds.

In the end, the three of you dissolve into a cuddle pile. The two fluffy heads are the first to be tired to sleep, Leo in your arms and Cookie sandwiched snugly between the two of your bodies. You do not know if it is even possible for two entirely different species to look so alike, but they do, charmingly so, and as if to prove your point, both of them start scratching their noses in unison, your wife with her finger and your baby with her little paw. Brimming to bursting with love, you barely contain the urge to squeeze them in your arms, opting instead for dropping a lingering kiss atop each of their velveteen cheeks.

They say that the universe is so unbelievably vast. It may be so for the rest, but personally, you beg to differ. Your universe is but an armful, warm, fluffy, and positively the cure to all.

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here is the floof baby. a newfoundland puppy but when they’re fully grown boy oh boy they literally become a bear 🐻

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anaiscrazy · 7 months

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Power Outage

Gerard way x reader

Summary: the power goes out and reader is scared, so Gerard gives her comfort//Microfic!

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You and Gerard where cuddled up watching a romance movie together, when the power went out “crap the power went out” gerard said annoyed. You sighed with disappointment as you’re favorite part of the movie was happening when the power went out. Just then there was a loud clap of thunder and you jumped into his arms “ohh” he said flirtatiously, “I don’t know you where scared of storms” “y-yeah” you mumbled nervously. “C’mon kitten, let’s cuddle and fall asleep” he whispered in your ear, picking you up bridal style and bringing you to bed. He sat you down on the bed and began cuddling you tight. Every time there would be thunder or lightening you would jump. After a while you started to fall asleep. When you fell asleep Gerard decided to go get another blanket, just the. You woke up “mmmh Gerard? Gerard where are you” you said now sort of freaking out” “ohh kitten, I wasn’t leaving, just getting another blanket” he said as he covered you with the new blanket as you fell asleep.

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#gerard way #three cheers for sweet revenge #my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #power outage #fluff #in a cuddly mood #couple cuddling #cuddling & snuggling #movies #blankets

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redvampirerose · 2 years

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Comic by Cuddly Bats

#bat #bats #halloween time #spooky cute #cute bats #bat couple #cuddly bats #gothic comic #goth comic #nu goth #pastel goth #moon child

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permeate · 1 year

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#x #couple #aesthetic #Black and White #affection #cuddle #very cuddly #couple cuddling #love #black and white photography

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knifedancer · 7 months

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Emotional Security

Felinette Drabble inspired by a recent interaction with my partner (Mr. Knifey). Just our lovely couple having a sweet moment together, letting down some emotional barriers.

Aged up, established relationship, identities known, post-Argos redemption.

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Marinette tilted her head up as she sensed her human pillow shift, watching as her boyfriend slowly emerged from his three hour nap with a yawn. His blond hair, usually styled with gel, was mussed from the extended contact with her pillow. His clothes were untucked and wrinkled, the top few buttons undone to reveal pale collar bones adorned with the remnants of a small love bite -- evidence of their affections but low enough for his shirt collar to hide from prying eyes -- and the silver chain from which currently hung his miraculous. The hand on her waist tensed, pulling her tighter against his long lanky frame as if to reassure himself of her presence in his half-awake state, while the one at her shoulder rose to rub the sand roughly from his long lashes.

"Greetings, Rip Van Winkle, how was your nap?" She murmured sweetly, enamored by the way his pale lips upturned into a small sleepy smile at her voice.

"Mm, excellent. What time is it?" His voice was husky with sleep, making Marinette's heart beat race at the tone. She watched as he groaned, the hand on his face now pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose.

Running a hand up his chest to rest over his sternum, she nuzzled into his shoulder playfully. "It's 5:38, sleepy head."

With a start, two pale green eyes opened and looked at her in shock. Marinette smiled as the residual haze of slumber finally lifted and his usual sharp gaze took in their surroundings -- her pink room, the magazine cutouts and drawings pinned to the walls, his tie and vest neatly strewn atop her chaise, their two kwamis asleep in a toy hammock in the corner, the waning daylight through the overhead skylight, and finally her bedside alarm clock -- before his chest rose with a quick intake of breath. "What... How did I sleep for so long?"

She snorted softly, "Really? You woke me up early, promptly whisked me away after to have brunch, took me shopping, and insisted on helping me with the akuma earlier... all this after your three hour train ride from London!"

"Do you blame me, Tib? I missed you." The young man cupped her cheek, his eyes glowing with love.

She returned it with an exasperated, deadpan stare. "...The train you caught was less than an hour after your flight landed from New York. Have you slept at all in the last twenty-four hours?"

The blond rolled his eyes while his fingers tinkered with the tangled strands of one haphazard pigtail, "As if you're one to talk about getting rest, Miss Guardian. Don't think I don't know that you've been staying up all night designing again."

Marinette gasped, "Who told?!"

Her boyfriend grinned and his eyes twinkled with mirth, "My cousin."

"Et tu, Adrien?" She huffed, feeling Felix beneath her chuckle as he pulled her tightly against him again.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, drinking in each other's presence for the first time in several weeks, happy to simply be. No words needed to be said when their hearts spoke volumes. Wrapped in their own little cocoon as the muffled sounds of Paris drifted up through her window from the city below.

Finally, Marinette broke the warm stillness with a soft snort. The blond raised a questioning eyebrow at the sound. "You know, if I was any other woman, I think you would be in trouble right now."

"How so?" He scrunched his brow, watching her with a slight frown.

"You napped for so long, any other woman would feel neglected from your lack of attention," she dramatically tossed her head off to the side as she had seen Chloe do on many occasions. "I've been a gaming widow before so I can handle it."

A mocking half grin spread across his features, "You mean you caused gaming widowers."

Smiling mischievously, she scoffed but he cut her off with a finger to her lips. It was then that she noticed the lingering shadows around his eyes and the vulnerable gleam in their green depths. His words came out as a soft whisper, as if he were afraid to be overheard. "Is it so wrong that I feel safe with you beside me?"

Raising her hand to his face, she watched as Felix turned to nuzzle into her palm with a sigh. She kept her tone warm and loving, hoping it would cover the concern bubbling up inside her heart at his sudden change in behavior, "No, of course not, my dove. I'm so glad I make you feel safe..."

"...you're so warm and soft, comforting, that I just...my heart cried 'home' and I fell asleep," he murmured, his words like a whispered confession as pale lips trembled against her skin.

The intimacy of his tone left her speechless as she stared at her boyfriend. Felix was often stoic or mocking, keeping everyone at arm's length with biting comments... Hell, his primary love language even appeared more often as teasing banter sheathed in a mirage of scorn. The moments in which he revealed his softer side were infrequent and reserved for the select few that he cared about, Marinette receiving the bulk of it after his mother. However, even then, there was still a piece of him left guarded that no one could touch. Amelie had hinted at a rough childhood but wouldn't go into details, simply giving the young designer the advice to have patience and make him feel loved.

The exposed man before her was so different from the one that stole her heart that she scarcely remembered to breathe! Perhaps the prolonged exposure to Duusu was attuning him more to his emotions? As the silence dragged on, Marinette noted the way his eyelids pressed closed and he drew shakier breaths, as if trying to suppress something deep inside. She could tell he was at his emotional limit, his muscles growing as taut as a wound spring as his defenses began to rise in the deafening silence. She needed to do something to assure him of his well-being while still leaving room for this new emotional territory their relationship had expanded into...

Taking a cue from his love language, the bluenette shook free of his tight grip and climbed on top of him with a playful smile, bracketing his face between her forearms as his hands unconsciously found purchase on her hips as she hovered over him. Guarded green eyes searched her face silently, as if waiting for a strike. "Are you saying I'm so boring that I put you to sleep, Mr. Fathom?"

He smirked, a light growl emitting from the back of his throat as she leaned in closer. "Oh I'll show you how boring you are, Love..."

They would both be tired and sore tomorrow but they certainly weren't bored the rest of the night. And Marinette certainly couldn't complain about his lack of attention.

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Rip Van Winkle: Dutch-American folktale about a man that, while out squirrel hunting to avoid his nagging wife, falls asleep for twenty years after imbibing in alcohol with strange mountain men.

Tib: Medieval term of endearment meaning "calf", because ladybugs are sometimes called ladycows. Also became a way to refer to young women of a lower class, also sweetheart, in the 1530s.

Dove: Victorian term of endearment, some breeds mate for life, felt it was fitting for the peacock (bird) holder.

#felinette #drabble #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #felix x marinette #marivanily #fluff #cuddling & snuggling #couple cuddling #cute and cuddly #pov marinette

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cuddlybats · 1 month

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I miss you O.O

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#bat #cuddly bats #couple comic #bats #kawaii #cute bats #bat couple #spooky cute #moon child #i miss you #love life

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Love thrives on coffee, dark and creamy”

Request by @varnos-kavine

Hello! I love your writing style and I was wondering if you could maybe write a fic where Lesso and the reader aren't together yet, but have mutual crushes and when the reader gets sick Lesso panics a bit and takes care of reader and when they are better they give Lesso a kiss as a thank you for taking care of them. Then maybe at the end them cuddling together in readers bed, just tooth rotting fluff :Dd

i’m dishing out fluff fics like there is no tomorrow. not trying to sound hifalutin or anything but i should seriously be appointed the president of lesso fluff club xD and my goodness, thank you so much! ^^

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Is there anything more exhilarating than returning to your alma mater?

Setting foot once again in the sacred grounds not as a student but a teacher. Walking through the hallways, that have magically remained the same after all these years, with an air of nostalgia cocooning you. Working along immensely gifted people who have nurtured you into what you are today, who are the very architects of this newly appointed teacher standing here right in front of them.

Only by virtue of their teachings are you now able to share, the knowledge that you have reaped and the lessons that you have learnt through your professors once upon a time, with your very own students.

You have a vast array of characters in your classroom, every single one of them uniquely interesting in their own way, now that the two schools have become one. They have since your year. In fact, it is during the middle of your first year that the school master has decided to introduce the new system.

The road has been bumpy at best at first, for both the professors and the students, but it gets significantly smoother as time goes by. Now, even though there emerge occasional kerfuffles over some things and topics as is common in general society, the school runs seamlessly otherwise.

The students are respectful towards their teachers, and the teachers, too, work together to ensure equal opportunities, and offer the best education for their students.

It is early in the morning, and you have been marking papers at your desk in the teachers’ common room, before a hand enters your vision as a steaming mug is placed in front of you.

Looking up is not necessary for you to determine who it is. The ring-adorned lithe fingers, with long nails neatly polished in sterling silver is an instant giveaway.

In fact, yes. Yes, there is one thing more exhilarating than returning to your alma mater. Returning to your alma mater that also happens to have the woman whom you are positively, perpetually enamoured of.

“Dovey says you like coffee with cream, yes?” So, she has questioned, and your doe-eyed gaze has moved from admiring her lovely, long fingers to her exquisitely sculpted face, as she continues. “I accidentally spilled cream into my coffee. You can have it.”

It takes you a while to really register what she has just said, only realising that she is awaiting your response when you notice the slight tilt in her eyebrow.

“Oh!” You replace the quill with the mug, cradling it in your hands. “Uhm- thank you, Lady Lesso.”

“Lesso will do just fine now that we’re part-” She hesitates, then cooly recovers. “-colleagues.”

“Alright.” You give her a small smile, take a sip of the creamy goodness.

“Mmm, just how I like it. Thanks, Lesso.”

She acknowledges you with a nod. You have only just diverted your gaze towards the entrance at the sound of Professor Dovey and Anemone, but the dean in front of you has already left by the time your gaze returns.

The next morning, it is you setting the steaming mug of coffee atop the dean’s desk.

“Professor Dovey and Anemone must have forgotten to let me know that we’re out of cream. I can’t really take my coffee dark, but I know you like yours dark.”

It is then that you notice another mug, sitting empty on the mahogany tabletop.

“Oh, you seem to have made a cup for yourself already. It’s okay. I can give it to Professor Anemone. She usually takes-”

No sooner have your fingers wrapped around the warm mug to take it away than gracefully long digits are locking around your wrist.

“Who said I was drinking coffee? It was just water. Leave it here. I’ll have it.”

In fact, it has not been just water. After ingesting two cups of unadulterated, black coffee, not only have her nerves been hyperactive the whole day, she also has to lie awake in bed until dawn.

Earlier today, as the dean is heading towards another classroom after finishing one, a student has approached her, saying that you have addressed a message to her.

And now, she awaits your arrival in a secluded area of the garden.

According to what you have said to her through your student, you should have been meeting her here almost thirty minutes ago. Suddenly feeling foolish and frustrated at both you for going against your words and herself for acting like a naive schoolgirl, she leaves the garden, teeth gritted, and grip, white-knuckled tight on her cane as it meets the floor with more force than is necessary.

It is on her way back to the common room that she comes across a commotion right in the middle of a hallway. At first, she dismisses it just another case of the students getting a little too excited, but when she senses that something is wrong, she quickly begins making her way through the crowd.

And what she finds immediately chases away all the bitterness that has been bubbling inside, replaced entirely by concern.

With her heart in her mouth, she rushes towards your side, but a small crumpled heap on the ground, asking around as she does so. “What happened?”

“When we found her, she had already collapsed.”

Your silky white gown is sullied, beads of scarlet fixed into the soft fabric like a sickening version of tiny rubies.

“Why is there blood?”

“We don’t know, Lady Lesso.”

She has to physically release a deep shuddering breath to calm herself. Without wasting another second, she effortlessly gathers you into her arm, and it is then that Anemone and Dovey subsequently arrives, gasping upon seeing your state but then, clearing the way for Lesso to swiftly carry you out of here. Dovey grabs her cane from its forgotten place on the floor as she marches towards your chamber.

Upon getting you into bed and out of your attire, she is partially relieved to find upon your body no injuries. However, your body is lacking colour, and evidenced by the encrusted blood around your nostrils which had already been wiped clean, you must have bled as well. Even though both Dovey and Anemone proposes to take shifts looking after you, she refuses to leave your side, taking it entirely upon herself to care for you, and just sitting by your bed to keep an eye on you.

You wake up when night falls, feeling better than you have in the afternoon, finding upon awakening a head full of strawberry strands atop your creamy sheets. You try to be as subtle as you can, but even the slightest shift of your body is more than enough to bring her out of her slumber.

“You’re awake. Are you feeling better?”

“Much.”

“Do you want to eat something?”

“Perhaps later. I’m not very hungry.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Can you…?” You let it hang, instead patting the empty space beside you with a hand.

Silently, surprisingly, she obliges, slipping under the duvet, and adjusting herself until she is facing towards you.

“I was worried.” A thumb has unexpectedly found home on your cheek, caressing along your cheekbone with feather-soft tenderness. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” You shift closer to her, and kiss her sweetly on the very tip of her lovely, little nose. When you part, she holds you close, keeping you from moving away with an arm around your back. “Thank you so much Lesso, for taking care of me.”

A hum along with a kiss atop your forehead has been her response. When the arm around your back tightens, and you are pulled deeper into her, you press your face against her throat. She smells divine, like her favourite cup of freshly brewed coffee, with just the faintest notes of a petrichor. You bury your nose in the little dip, inhale heartily.

“I missed my evening classes.”

“I asked Dovey and Anemone to fill in for us, and promised to take their shifts tomorrow.”

“We can share the classes between the two of us.”

“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but you are to rest in bed tomorrow. The schoolmaster’s order.”

“But Lesso,-” You whine, seek her face. “-your schedule is already packed as it is. If you’re going to take-”

She gazes down at you, eyes teeming with mirth at your little pout, as she shushes you with a finger on your lips.

“Fret not, darling. Starting from tomorrow, you’ll be giving me kisses everyday as compensations.” While her forehead parks on yours, your cheek is gingerly pinched between her thumb and forefinger. “In the meantime, I want you to just rest and recover. Alright?”

You steal a quick kiss from her, keeping your lips in close proximity even when you part, and from there, you murmur. “Why tomorrow when I can start right away.”

You dive in to press another kiss to her lips, lingering there this time as she gathers you in her arms, keeping your dainty frame pressed against her body.

And that is how you fall asleep, cocooned in each other’s embrace.

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you know what the student coming up to lesso to deliver your message is actually dovey and anemone’s doing. they sent another student to you as well with the message that the dean would like to have a word with you privately. lmao they were fed up with the two of you chickening out and tiptoeing around each other that they decided to play cupids. although it did not go as planned, the outcome was favourable all the same. so mission accomplished i guess.

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