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tzyuki · 9 months

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— (08.14.23) ZEROBASEONE

IN WHICH ✶ jj tzyuzki writes different enemies 2 lovers scenarios with the jebis!

genre 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ gn!reader x non-idol!zb1 , e2l

warnings 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ none that i know of, if so please tell me!

͏͏⏤ ☆ sung hanbin / 성한빈

you and hanbin would be “rivals” while working at a cafe. like when you guys are told to sell certain items on the menu you guys try and get more than the other. you start catching feelings for him when one day he defended you while getting yelled at by your boss.

͏͏⏤ ☆ kim jiwoong / 김지웅

you and jiwoong would be labeled as competing actors because you guys both were actors on hit dramas, the nets would compare characters / actors and you guys would get compared more than the others. so when you guys both landed a role on the same show you kind of had an image already set for him, you just saw him as your rival because of all the talk online. but when you found out that your characters would end up being a side relationship you were taken aback, but as filming happened you slowly fell in love with his personality.

͏͏⏤ ☆ zhang hao / 章昊

you and hao were popular among the music scene, while hao was getting invited to play at a bunch of weddings, you were getting invited to play at a bunch of birthday parties. you started to see him as a rival when people started to book him instead of you, your clients would message you saying “I’m so sorry y/n, can we cancel you?” and then on the day of the event you’d see photos of hao from the attendees who were crushing on him. you started to feel attracted to him when he was booked for a wedding of a friend, you could see how passionate he was while playing the violin and that hooked you in.

͏͏⏤ ☆ seok matthew / 석매튜

you had just found matthew annoying, for like no given reason…you just liked being a little hater and didnt understand why ppl were fawning over him. he knew you didn’t take much of a liking to him so he would purposely annoy you more. when he had gone back to korea you actually missed his annoyance.

͏͏⏤ ☆ kim taerae / 김태래

taerae and you were always fighting over the top two spots in a game that was currently popular. you guys would always juggle between the first and second spot. it irked both of you guys so much that even the sight of each other or the sound of e/o’s voice pissed you guys off. it’s only when you guys suddenly get placed into the same teams on another game is when you guys got close. learning that it’s pretty fun to play games with one another.

͏͏⏤ ☆ shen quanrui / 沈泉锐

you were honestly just jealous of the attention ricky got that it made you hate him. he had everyone loving him and you just didn’t understand it. you knew deep down that it was js pure jealousy but one day when ricky is your assigned partner you learn how soft spoken and sweet he could be, slowly understanding why he’s the center of the attention.

͏͏⏤ ☆ kim gyuvin / 김규빈

you hated how loud and chaotic gyuvin was. you were introverted and hated loud distractions. gyuvin and his friends would be at the library trying to study but they end up just goofing off. this made you grow a hatred for him because of how inconsiderate he was being. but when you are assigned to tutor him you find it kind of endearing on how clueless he was about a certain subject, but tried his best to understand it.

͏͏⏤ ☆ park gunwook / 박건욱

you guys were constantly up against each other academically. you guys were the schools best students and always fought for the top spot. you hated how he ‘stole’ the class president spot from you js because everyone found him charming and attractive. you had some personal problems going on, causing your grades to drop drastically. gunwook noticed this as your teachers would scold you. he thought you looked hopeless so he wanted to help you catch up, that’s when you started to learn how kind the boy is, definitely deserving the class president spot.

͏͏⏤ ☆ han yujin / 한유진

you and yujin would bicker all the time for no reason. one day two bickered while a lesson was going on and both got detention, your teacher making you guys sit next to each other and finish a worksheet tgt in hopes you’d get along by the end. you both were stubborn as hell … it took you guys a while to actually start on the worksheet but you guys learned that you can work well that day.

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“R.”

Lady Lesso x Ever Reader

cw : very light angst // my take on jealous and possessive leo with a little twist // just a sprinkle of spice // age gap // older woman x younger woman

ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/43127551

it’s funny that aside from lady lesso’s scenes and edits, i still haven’t watched the film. it just goes to show how hopeless i am, i think :'))

both the name and the overall feel is inspired by the song K. by Cigarettes after Sex

“M’lady, will you attend tonight’s ball with me?”

Here, you, the final year student at the school for good, are being asked by a first year Prince to go to the ball on his arm. He is charming and all but, to be brutally honest, you are just not interested. You may be physically present in front of him, but mentally, you are anywhere but here, or more precisely, your mind is busy floating about the school for evil in search of one evil dean with hair the hue of deep rosé.

That perpetually kind face of yours has its own perks as well as drawbacks. In this instance, it has brought about an undesired outcome. Perhaps he must have mistaken the beginning of polite rejection on your face as meekness, because you are on the verge of expressing your disinterest when you suddenly find his lips a hair’s breadth away from yours. You swivel your head as soon as you realise, though he still manages to catch you at the corner of your mouth.

Quickly taking a few steps back, and re-establishing a good distance between the two of your bodies, repulsed though you are by his insensitive behaviour, you will the desire to slap him away, instead mustering a professional smile.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your offer. I already have someone I want to go to the ball with.”

With that, you leave, neither waiting nor wanting to see his reaction or hear his response.

Despite your mind being away from your body, your feet successfully, dutifully carry you towards the woman who reigns over your very mind.

Once you arrive at your destination, the woman in question whom you have been painstakingly trying to romance all these years is locked in a gentle waltz with another girl. The more rational part of you reasons that the dean is just coaching her students, but in the end, the green eyed monster outmatches logic.

And when the girl in those elegantly long arms inches closer to your woman than what is deemed appropriate, you decide that you hate this girl. The bubbling jealousy mingled with hatred may or may not have accidentally on purpose trigger a harmless spell from your lips. You watch, secretly amused, as she trips over her feet, falling onto her buttocks in a hilarious display. As evil as it will make you sound, to your relief, the dean makes no moves to prevent her student from falling even though she could very well have.

No sooner has she dismissed the nevers, leaving only the pair of you in the room, than you approach her, a grin on your face, and voice cheery as you ask, “So Lady Lesso, have you decided who you’re going to the ball with?”

You will not go as far as to say that she is fond of you, though you are relatively confident that after all your steadfast efforts, she has grown to fancy you even if only a teeny tiny bit. So, it is like a punch to the gut when you hear her say, “Whether I have decided or not, or whoever I’m attending the ball with is none of your business,-” Her words are laced with venom, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, and when she forces the next sentence, a scowl on her face, as if it repulses her to even say it out loud, you brace yourself for the worst. “-just as it is certainly not my concern whose tongue you allow to shove down your throat.”

And worst it is indeed.

“I- you-” The revelation that she must have seen you in that scandalous position renders you speechless. On the other hand, the possibility that, contrary to what she says, and judging by her way of wording, she could very well be jealous makes you jubilantly jittery.

A terrible mistake.

She must have interpreted your hesitation to reply as anxiousness for being caught red-handed. Her disappointed little sigh is the only trigger you need to pull yourself together, crying after her as she moves to walk away.

“No, wait! Please.”

Nothing.

Her back glares mockingly back at you.

“Please, Leo.”

That does it. The dean’s signature cane descends onto the floor with a resounding thud.

Her voice is stone cold, as she hisses the cutting retort through gritted teeth.

“You have no right calling me that!”

“I swear it’s nothing of that sort. Whatever you think happened did not happen.”

It earns you no acknowledgements: no retorts, no movements; only silence so loud and thick that it suffocates you.

She is slowly slipping through your fingers, and you feel utterly helpless.

Three years of pining over your sweetheart just for her to simply walk away from you, possibly forever.

Like hell you will allow that!

You have come across a peculiarly interesting topic in the library of virtue the other day.

An oath.

The lover’s demise, so it is labelled.

It should be obvious by the name alone that the oath poses a threat to anyone and everyone who dares use it.

Despite what the name suggests, despite what the instructions read, several instances have been recorded of people willingly exposing themselves to the thing that can very well lead them to their downfall.

The lover’s demise, or known once upon a time as the heart blood oath, is a curse in its essence, which requires for the user to get direct access to their heart by way of sticking a knife, a dagger or whatever is convenient, to their chests, and once done, by chanting a special spell, the user will then be able to prove whatever they wish to prove.

Little good comes from the oath.

According to the records, formerly, the oath is used to prove one’s innocence, most commonly seen in thievery and murder cases. The way it works is that if one’s confession, usually the accused, is false, one’s heart will immediately cease to beat. If it is indeed true, as long as one keeps leading an honest life, true to one’s words, no harms will befall them. However, once one commits a thievery, either unknowingly or deliberately, as opposed to their confession, one’s heart will begin to shrivel, eventually disintegrating.

Evidences further show that at one point in time, the heart blood oath has become a way for lovers to prove their love. Not only will the oath tell whether the feelings are true or not, but the user will also bear the brunt of the curse if their feelings are to waver in the future.

The most important information here is that the feelings of both parties involved are to be taken into consideration. Even when the oath user stays true to their feelings for the rest of their life, if whoever they are confessing their love to, does not reciprocate their feelings, or if their partner eventually falls out of love with them further down the road, the curse will still show its effects. However, only the one, whose person has been directly exposed to the oath, will meet their demise.

Hence, it is deemed the grandest gesture of love, and the name “the lover’s demise” comes to be.

It is said that only those with the bravest of souls and biggest of hearts dare take the oath, but “what lunacy” , you have thought, exasperated. Only the most foolish of fools can find such absurdity an act of bravery.

How ironic it is that right at this moment you are entertaining the idea of using the very thing which, until just a while ago, you have believed to be an extremely nonsensical stupidity.

Somehow, you find it woefully poetic that love holds the ultimate power of reducing even the most pragmatic of people to reckless fools.

Alas, one of those fools is you.

As soon as you extend your arm towards the weapon rack, a dainty dagger flies into your open palm.

The rustling of fabric as you cut open your corset in half attracts the dean’s attention back towards you. The razor sharp tip of a dagger has only just rested betwixt your bosoms when all of a sudden, your hands are pried away, wrists firmly locked in long unyielding fingers.

“Let me go.” Fuelled by stubborn determination, you struggle in her vice-like grip, “Let me go. I’ll prove to you now with whom my heart truly lies.” but the woman in front of you does not so much as budge. Instead, following a loud clatter of the dagger as it slips through your fingers, you are yanked into her arms, restrained against her chest.

“Are you mad?” Her query is glazed with irritation, and a sprinkle of, dare you say it, concerned disbelief.

“If falling in love with you is your version of mad, then yes, in fact, I am absolutely, irrevocably mad.”

Your resolute confession seems to render her speechless. Her brows unravel and she gazes down at you with something akin to hunger in her eyes.

Only then do you register, with burnt cheeks and a maniacally galloping heart, that all your fruitless attempts to struggle free from her hands have left your ruined corset more undone than it is supposed to be, making you more exposed to sultry green eyes than you have realised. The air has suddenly become awfully thick. It does little to help either that your chest, as good as bare, is pressed flush against the dean’s.

“I want to kiss you.” When she murmurs, her breath is warm on your face. You can almost feel the delightful throbs of her heart beating in harmony with your own.

“Kiss me.” Your response to her is as equally soft, breathless. “Kiss me, Leo.” And then, her lips are descending upon yours.

The kiss is both sweet and spicy as is she, both downy and desperate, sucking your lips rosy together with the breath out of your lungs, and leading your tongue in a soul-stirring, spine-tingling waltz. Once a need for air becomes too strong for you, it is with great reluctance that she frees your lips, a glistening string of saliva crumbling as she moves, but bodies remain melting into each other.

“I want you in my arms during tonight’s ball.”

“I do not wish to be anywhere else.”

By the time twilight comes, you are already dressed and ready for the ball.

Lady Lesso has sent you back to your dormitory with her coat atop your shoulders, subsequently dusting your cheeks maroon by remarking that you are for her eyes only. You have decided to incorporate the luxurious midnight piece into your outfit, layering it over your pearly white satin gown, giving it that yin and yang look which you think is only fitting considering that you and the dean are from opposite sides.

The banquet hall is anything but empty when you arrive, and yet, it is lacking the one person that you are most anticipating to see. After an exchange of pleasantries with some of your friends and familiar faces, with the red head whom you dearly adore still nowhere in sight, you excuse yourself to get a breath of fresh air. It is on the balcony, amidst tracing the twinkling little stars, where you are, once again, approached by the prince whose offer you have just declined earlier today.

“Just where is this someone you were speaking of, I wonder.”

“They’re on their way.”

He does not seem entirely convinced at your terse reply, incredulity evident on his features despite his understanding hum.

“If you’d like, and if you’ve changed your mind, my Princess, I am more than happy to accompany you.”

The way he addresses you, albeit not being uncommon amongst royalty, perturbs you, so much so that you intend to blatantly spell it out to this dunce of a Prince that you are absolutely, positively, utterly not interested in him at all, except that someone beats you to it.

There is an almost tangible presence behind your back. You immediately know whose without needing to turn, and you are subsequently proven true when her cadence, like warm whiskey, trickles down the length of your spine.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Care to enlighten me what the commotion is all about, hmm?”

“With all due respect Lady Lesso, I don’t think whatever happens between the two of us, evers, is of no concern to you.”

His face that you have once considered objectively charming, now looks very punchable all of a sudden.

“No?”

You can feel that her front is now pressed against your back.

“Oh dear me, I certainly believed that my partner’s safety and well-being was positively my concern.” Arms are suddenly slithering along your waist, fitting you like a well-tailored belt. “You’ve tested my patience enough with that little display of yours in the hallway. I don’t care that you’re not my student, certainly not that you’re an ever. I will personally shepherd you to the doom room and most delightedly demonstrate you just what villainy I am capable of, if you touch so much as a hair on her head again. This Princess, my Princess, right here is strictly off limits.”

She has addressed you exactly the same as the prince has mere moments ago, yet at the same time, it is entirely different somehow. Being called hers has a delightful effect both on and inside your body as the tips of your ears burn, and flowers of various shapes and hues thrive beneath your ribcage.

Meanwhile, the dean, whose arm around you never relents, commands with finality. “Now. back. off.” Instead, you can feel it tightening a touch as she pulls you into her, and following every word, she pokes the ever in front of you with the tip of her trusty cane, intentionally applying more force which leads to the poor thing unceremoniously falling onto his bums.

And as he leaves you two be, you get to behold your woman for the very first time tonight. Unabashedly, you stare, enthralled all over again, at her standing elegantly tall and regal in a dark body hugging gown that fits her like a glove. Not an inch of her body is left unhidden by the fabric, neckline high and sleeves long, and yet, you find it tantalisingly provocative that it is clinging to her body in all the right places.

“I think I like you best when you’re dressed in black.” Your voice is but a breathy whisper, and she lets out a delicious chuckle, a warm sound that pulsates deep within you, for you are still pressed against each other, now chest to chest. “I always dress in black, darling.”

“Indeed, and oh how well you dress it!”

“I think I like you best-” Her hand cradles your jaw in the same manner as her arm cradling your waist. “-when you’re just with me and no one else.”

“My my professor, is this your way of saying you love me?”

“No.” She denies, parks her forehead on yours, “This is my way of saying I love you.” , and then come her lips crashing down onto your lips, kissing you with a ferocity that is certain to leave bruises come morning.

#lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #the school for good and evil #character x reader #leonora lesso x reader #charlize theron #possessive #jealousy #fluffy #fanfic #movie gifs #gif #i think the nickname leo is very hot 😮‍💨

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milfsxlove · 2 years

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Lady Lesso x subtitles

She's hilarious and you can't make me think otherwise. Also, she's hot and absolutely beautiful so idc she's evil or sth. Evil to whom? You? Idc

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lovelovesto · 2 years

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Charlize Theron as Lady Lesso

in <The School for Good and Evil>(2022)

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usimp4women · 2 years

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Okay hi! First I have to thank you for writing anything related to Lady Lesso! Honestly ppl are sooooo slow and im soooo obsessed and in love so THANK YOU, also i have requested this to another writer, but they kinda ignored it ir they r busy, sooo here i come to you!

I wanted to ask if you could write a oneshot, where at SGE (when it is the united-like its one school now) is ball for parents and their children and there's Lessos student (girl who will become vampire after graduation, she still has the basic magic that u can see in film-shining finger blahblahblah) and the girls parents didn't come.

(Don't know the reason, but I feel like no matter if you are an ever or never, you are just normal person and most of the time have normal family relationship? So it's kinda disappointing?

Like evers and nevers would be equaly appreciated, cuz both sides are important, evers r proud for making good etc, same nevers?)

And them there's dramatic entrance where we (the reader) come in ( we are that single rich aunt- and very powerful and respected vampire, who loves tea and has a cat) and we flirt with Lesso, dance or something like that? Or maybe Lesso makes first move? Not sure about that😁😁🥰

Also maybe some ever could hit on us, but like in disgusting way and we would scare them off and Lesso would find that hot?

(hiss maybe ? Turn our eyes red, bcs of our anger? Like u lnow strong emotion or hunger makes our eyes red?)

Here r some pics of vampire aesthetic and face claim that I had in mind (if you don't have time, then u obviously don't have to write it.) Have a nice day! Don't forget to drink and eat! And happy Halloween 🎃

PS: IF I have more ideas maybe we (mainly YOU) could make a series of oneshots ?

PS2: IF you could name her Nova i would loooooooove it, but feel free to use Y/N.

Your Attention.

Pairing; Lady Lesso (Dean of The School for Evil) X Reader

WordCount; 1144 words, 6730 characters.

Warnings; Slight NSFW?

Summary; Lady Lesso's hot 😫

Note; THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS I REALLY LOVE THE IDEA OF BEING A SINGLE, RICH AUNT 😍 Anyways, I think I've got the idea here, so hopefully it makes sense regarding your submission, also— the cat is insanely adorable! (It's not long but hopefully it'll do..) BY THE WAY HER WINK IN THE GIF AHSFUHWR BARK WOOF WOOF

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You observed the ceremony in solitude within the shadows. Parents and their children could be seen gathering around the ballroom. Normally, you would've been somewhere else right now but oh— the loneliness, you couldn’t take that chance.

Besides, you’ve got a reputation to uphold so why not indulge yourself a little?

While taking in the scene, you fixated your attention on a particular girl lingering around in the corner. You've heard something about her before, a rumor that she'll transform into a vampire after completion of the course, and although she still possesses some basic supernatural abilities, she will indeed develop a flawless student for you to impart wisdom, considering your 'substantial immortal expertise.'

She was one without a parent beside her, you tilted your head in curiosity, beginning to feel more intrigued.

Your thoughts were shattered once you discovered your cat stroking its head against your leg, following a mild purr. "You want me to go out there, do you?" You murmured, while you shrug with a smile. Your cat simply agrees with nothing but a faint meow as you stretched out to stroke its neck.

So, you got down and arrived at the entrance. Seeing a few neatly arranged wine glasses around the doorway, you reached out to consider holding one with your free hand. At that moment, the entrance gates began opening automatically. You felt the time going in slow motion, You walked gradually with an amusing smirk on your face when you realized that everyone's attention was peering upon your grand figure.

Yes, now this is delightful.

With a glass of wine in your right hand, your fur flowed elegantly behind your frame. Your head held high in dignity. Swaying your hips graciously while you approached a specific girl in the distance as everyone shuffled aside to provide space.

The majority of them even lowered their heads when they realized it was you.

Oh, of course, the spotlight. As a superior, well-known, and respected immortal, being placed in the center of attention was always your personal favorite.

The girl was flabbergasted by your presence, Is she coming towards me? She thought.

“Why yes, dear. You can’t enjoy the night without a guardian by your side, can you?” You gleamed amusingly at the girl; her glance was welcoming and enthusiastic; it may have been your proudest moment throughout the day.

You could still detect people staring at your physique, thus you spun around, "Nothing to see here," whilst arching an eyebrow.

Almost instantly, they promptly diverted their focus away from you. However, you can still feel someone gaze at the back of your head whilst you proceeded to continue conversating with the girl, which frustrates you significantly. All your intentions here were just to utterly comfort the poor thing and, if there was any, to offer her some complimentary tea.

Eventually, you sensed a presence beside you, hence you shifted your head to see a woman who had a somewhat intense amount of make-up on her face. You reluctantly bit your lip against your teeth to prevent yourself from almost laughing uncontrollably.

“Hey, you must be Nova, right? Do you mind if I borrow you for a moment? I've had my eyes on you ever since you came here." The woman giggled confidently while twirling a stroke of her hair.

You cocked your head, very innovative, "You must truly have some nerve inside you to ask me personally."

The woman replies, extending her hand to stroke your arms with her fingers, "Well, obviously I got some faith in myself."

You shoved her hand away in disgust, Your eyes glowing scarlet from arising anger. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Her eyes were enlarging in dread, then you snarled ominously and displayed your fangs to insist her to stay out of your sight. She shrieked in response out of pure terror and hastily grabbed her regal gown to flee. Unfortunately, her garment was so cumbersome that she struggled and stumbled as she sprinted.

You and the girl laughingly mocked the woman, “You do this often?”

She raises an eyebrow in your direction while engagingly grinning. You winked, raising the wine glass to your lips with a smirk, "It makes my day more entertaining."

You proceeded to converse with the girl until you came across the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Oh, I wonder who it is... Her presence and aura seems formidable and overpowering.

You spun your head to gaze upon a woman with oh my god– The coat, the suit, the dangling chains on her midsection, her rings, her cane, and her curly, ginger hair. Everything about her was definitely captivating.

It was almost as though a goddess appeared before your eyes. Your posture nearly collapsed out from beneath you while your eyes began to flicker abnormally, but you quickly picked up reality. "Well, well... Look who's finally come to the show." She spoke in a rich, enticing tone.

"For a woman like you, you surely are capable of handling a complicated situation." She stood before you, setting her palm on your jawline and raising it up to meet her eye-level using her finger; you felt your breath hitch at the interaction.

Nonetheless, you maintain your composure as you glimpse into her amethyst eyes. "Now, how would you like it if you were to dance with me?" The redhead grinned haughtily at your stature.

You responded with a head inclination, "I would love to." Was she challenging you?

As you approach In the middle of the ballroom, she then guides you to the main stage. She positioned her hand on your waist practically immediately when you were there, ushering you to sway seductively with her body.

You angled your attention towards the girl you were previously with, poor thing had to witness the scene in the front seat. But she didn't even bother stopping you both though; all you could see was her shrug and a wide grin.

You then redirected your concentration to the redhead once again. You both swung your hips back and forth.

Your body was tenderly pressed against hers as her fingertips traveled from your waist to your upper chest, swaying alongside you as they performed so. Your muscles tensed up as you felt her front in contact with your back. Consequently, you closed your eyes and buried your head where her neck and shoulders unite.

She twisted your figure around enough to confront her as the music stopped. She looked down into your eyes with domineering intensity whilst you bore her stare in defiance.

“Oh, you…”

A few inches from your lips, she begins to lean in your favor. A brief lick of her lips gave you the impression as she was preferring to focus her stare on your neck. She subsequently tilted her head slightly and smirked knowingly, drawing your attention to her.

“Why don’t we continue this somewhere else?”

#dean of the school for evil #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #leonora lesso #the school for good and evil #charlize theron

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