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Lady Leonora Lesso x Fem!Ever!Professor - Fetish

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH!! AND SELENA <3

Part I

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The dean of evil has observed changes in the new Ever Professor since she enrolled in the school of good. Prior to accidentally bumping into the redhead dean, the professor was initially quite composed, kept to herself most of the time, and ever since, the dean has seen her everywhere. While she visited the school of good she'd noticed the ever professor walking in the same hallway and corridor as her and greet her with the same grin. Even though the dean was aware that every professor worked for the school of good, she still found it strange to encounter her every day at the same spot, at the same time. It was equally as bad during meals.

Take it or leave it Baby take it or leave it But I know you won't leave it 'Cause I know that you need it

During meal times, Lady Lesso would sit across the her co-worker, Clarissa Dovey as the ever professor, Y/n would sit between her and Anemone. While the redhead dean would make small talk with Clarissa and Anemone she'd constantly catch stares from the ever professor yet act as if, she hadn't seen her. Y/n never bothered to engaged into a conversation with the dean yet she'd coincidently meet her numerous times and watch her with a certain look in her eyes that the dean couldn't comprehend. To say she was uneasy would be an understatement, but she was unable to acknowledge how freaked out she felt as the ever professor's gaze swept over the dean's body. It appeared as though a predator was observing its victim and was prepared to strike at any time. However, the dean always looked forward to the end of mealtimes because it meant she could leave the institution and go home, away from the ever professor.

Look in the mirror When I look in the mirror Baby I see it clearer Why you wanna be nearer

But the dean couldn't be more mistaken. Even though she loathed it because her students scarcely even did well in her class, Lady Lesso went straight to her office after dinner to grade her students' papers because she preferred not to have to talk to the one professor she had always tried desperately to avoid. But when the dean came into her office, she didn't see any of her students' papers piled up on the desk. Her desk had been cleared, and as she drew nearer, she noticed that all of her papers had been graded and marked. Her mouth almost dropped when she saw how immaculate her workplace was from ceiling to floor.

I'm not surprised I sympathize, ah

She looked over her entire workspace in a state of stunned silence. She found a note on her counter, it read: Take a break and relax, you deserve it. xoxo, Your Y/n. The dean tore up the note in her hand, lit her fireplace, and flung the shredded pieces of paper, only to find another message on her counter. I saw that, My Love, don't attempt to test me, okay? xoxo, Your Y/n. The dean was apprehensive to burn the letter, but she wasn't going to let anyone, especially an ever, dictate to her. The message was hurled into the raging flames, which turned purple at that very moment. "Lesso, My Love, why all the hostility? You have now received two warnings." "What is your obsession with me?! Why do you keep staring me and how do you know my every move?!" screamed the dean to Y/n whose appearance was made with the flames. "Lesso, your stressed, go to sleep and I promise this will all make sense, alright My Love?" the dean shivered at the sound of the woman's voice as she said My Love. "Don't call me that." "But why, My Love?" the woman said with the same tone she used before while she titled her head watching the dean carefully with a sinister smile on her face. The dean having enough, put out the fire.

I can't deny Your appetite, ah

The dean hurried to her door and confirmed that she was going to inform Clarissa of Y/n's antics in hopes that she would be able to deal with her or, better yet, terminate her. Her eyes grew tired, and she began to feel a little sleepy when the dean's fingertips brushed the doorknob. She attempted to press the doorknob with her hands, but they simply slipped off, causing her to slide down the door with no ability to move her body. When she landed, she attempted to gaze about the space, but it was ineffective because her vision was foggy and everything appeared to be moving in circles. The last thing she noticed was a figure approaching her in purple just before darkness engulfed her vision.

You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back

The weeks passed as Lady Lesso continued to run into the ever professor. She eventually discovered by some probing in her counters that she was the daughter of Aphrodite, which was both a success and a failure because it revealed the cause of the ever professor's fixation. All of the never-ending looks, messages, gifts, and couple names came from Y/n falling in love with her. Because Y/n repeatedly threatened to remove the dean of good if Lady Lesso revealed the situation to the headmaster, Lady Lesso never brought the subject up to him nor Clarissa. However, as previously mentioned, her spying was a failure because the ever professor caught her and had a look of frustration in her eyes when she did.

Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too

The dean was now tied around her wrists and ankles and imprisoned in the doom room. Ironically, the dean was about to be disciplined with her own works by an ever, but it had to be done as Y/n had instructed. Despite the fact that they both knew she was upset deep down, the ever professor had a happy expression on her face as she scanned the assortment of weaponry that were kept in a corner. The dean kept betraying the woman's heart, her promises, and her confidence. The woman turned to face the terrified redhead who was locked up and sat, "Is it Clarissa?" asked Y/n. However, the redhead was concerned with other matters. She had no recollection of how she got there; the last thing she remembered before going into a coma was having supper in the staff cafeteria.

You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back

"Lesso, answer my question!" The woman's voice croaked with each word she spoke, and the dean's focus wandered back to her. With a knife in her right hand, Y/n was now standing in front of the redhead. She lifted her head up and tucked the tip beneath the dean's chin to meet the bereaved woman's teary eyes with her own. Although the redhead and she both understood that she still loved Lesso, she was furious right now more than the dean had noticed. Lady Lesso attempted to break the eerie silence by speaking, but the woman was one step ahead of her as their lips came into contact. After Y/n withdrew, she kissed the dean's face once more before slapping it.

Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too

The dean gasped in pain as she was forced to look at the person in front of her by two unexpectedly kind hands placed under her chin. Y/n inquired again, "Answer my question, Lesso, is it Clarissa?" "I'm not sure what you're asking; is it Clarissa, what?" The redhead spat, gasping for air and struggling to speak. Y/n carefully observed while the dean's chest pounded before rephrasing her query. "Is Clarissa…the one you love?" the dean's eyes widened in shock that she forgot to answer till she saw Y/n's hand raising that she blurted out, "No! No! She exclaimed, "Clarissa isn't who I love; I never loved her." Y/n hesitated to speak for a brief moment. "Who do you love?" Y/n asked. "You...i-it's you." Y/n's gaze softened for a second till they went back to anger, "You're lying...you're FUCKING LYING." The dean screamed in agony as Y/n dragged the knife that was still in her hand into Lady Lesso's palm and watched as it bleed. The redhead was a mess; her hair was scattered, her face was red and wet from all her intense tears and her lips were quivering in sadness and pain. Then it happened once more, she blacked out.

You got a fetish for my love...

Part 2 coming soon

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