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fiendishfables · 1 month

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Hiii cookie bookie pookie bear, I was wondering if you could write for my short king again (lucifer)! Babyboy is short but how will he be with a gf/wife that is shorter than him! Rahh so cute ♡

Lucifer x Shorter S/O! Fem! Reader

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warnings: fluff, short people jokes, Lucifer being an emotional dork and lover

words: 664

a/n: sorry for the lack of fics, I've been super busy and have had no motivation recently! Thanks for 300+ followers, I love y'all!

First of all, it's very rare that Lucifer finds anyone shorter than himself, so you'll have to excuse the literal squeal of excitement he emits the moment he sees you

When you first mention your romantic feelings for him, he had a field day

Someone like yourself, being so beautiful AND short, liking HIM?

He swore it was like being back up in Heaven again

Definitely never misses a chance to make a short joke, despite his own height misfortunes

The internet aided him in coming up with originals

"Hey, how's the weather down there?"

"My golly, it really is the little things in life that matter, isn't it darling?

You have attempted to bite his ankles a few times

Don't worry, if his jokes somehow ends up hurting your feelings, he will be quick to apologize and coddle you for the rest of the day

He is usually very ecstatic whenever you ask him to get anything for you off of a high perch; his chest literally swells with pride that he finally has someone who can come to him for that sort of stuff

"Oh, that old thing up there? No worries, my love. Step aside, step aside now."

Ends up having to get the kitchen stool

But by then, more often than not, it ends up with neither of you being able to reach it, not even with the help of his cane or the stool

Results in him having to get either his daughter, or the spider pornstar he usually tried to avoid if possible (mainly result of his intimidations due to his height, but he was a friend of Charlies)

He will physically deflate if he can't fulfill a need/request you have for him; it crushes his spirit

Likes to put his arm on your head whenever he stands next to you

Its a symbol of both his affection for you and his desire to playfully irritate you

Says you make a good armrest

He only got the satisfaction of saying it once though, because you kicked him harshly in the shin after

He thinks you are just the cutest thing when you're mad; he likes seeing you yell at other people, especially Alastor

But if you yell at him instead during these times, he will go wrap himself up in a blanket and have a breakdown on his own time

You wont see him for a good hour or two; he's off sobbing in some random corner

Eventually he will resurface and request your attention, which you gladly provide him with, apologizing and telling him your words were only humor based and not meant to be taken to heart

Lucifer is already such a sensitive soul, he claims you are turning him to mush by just being the cutest thing to ever behold him

He can't fathom the idea of ever making his precious lady mad at him

Loves getting you funny t-shirts and stuff that have short people jokes on them

Almost always insists on being the big spoon when the two of you cuddle

He's finally taller than someone for once in his life, okay?

He gets the chance to feel like he is effectively protecting someone, this time by covering them with his body like a shield; this has never happened before

Let him have this one victory; he feels accomplished, the poor baby

No one can deny that he has tons of fun with you, as he now gets to be the one who feels all high and mighty

Your height is an ongoing topic throughout the relationship

He often forgets that he himself still only stands just above five feet

He once even tried to fight Alastor because you genuinely make him feel like he's a 7ft giant

Safe to say he came back to you with his tail between his legs, feelings hurt, and still a whopping 5,2

But with you, he may as well have been standing on top of the world

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madame-fear · 5 months

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Hello sweetness! I am here to requests something from you, feel free to ignore since I know you probably have so many requests right now. But I’m back in my hotd faze and wanted one of my favorite writers to write something. <3

Could I request a Lucerys Velaryon where he is newly betrothed to a lovely girl, us, who he falls head over hells for. The two being very sweet to one another, and the reader being scared to be married to a prince but he is there always. But the plot is about how closer to the wedding date the reader is trying back on her dress and just dreaming and Luke comes in and sees it? I really love lovestoke Luke! Please and thank you.

-Love, Ash.

*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.ೃ࿐

★amira speaks! : hello my lovely !! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Oh my god, you have NO idea how happy I felt when I got your request on my askbox 🥺 I made this as fluffy as possible for one of my favourite writers too, and I hope you enjoy your reading, darling! 💕 — summary : [ — ✧ request. ] — word count : 2.5k

— genre : purely fluff. — pairing : lucerys velaryon x reader.

The word ‘betrothal’ had always been a term that frightened you.

From a young age, you had learned that betrothals were most often — actually, it was always — done as an act of political convenience; to ally different Houses together and strengthen their bond. Knowing it was an unwanted marriage, and often women were unhappily stuck in them, you forever kept yourself reluctantly terrified towards the idea of having to marry a Prince, or a Lord by the time you were a grown girl; not wanting to suffer.

And by the time it was your turn to get betrothed, your parents and yourselves travelled to Dragonstone, preparing to meet the Prince you would be married to in a future. Such overwhelming nerves and fright seemed to burden you more than anything during your entire journey, feeling as if you could melt right in the spot, with a desperate need to get out of there.

But fortunately for you, by the time you reached Dragonstone, you had been blessed with an eternally loving, timid young Prince. It was none other than the secondborn son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the future Lord of Driftmark: Lucerys Velaryon.

You had all been warmly welcomed by the Targaryen Princess herself, whom immediatly made you feel comforted as you noticed her tender, sweet nature around you — treating you as if you were her own daughter. And by her side, awkwardly stood Lucerys. It was nearly impossible to ignore him, feeling his gaze fixed on you the entirety of the time as you were received by House Targaryen.

Much like you, it was quite notorious the young Prince carried a timid nature. By the moment your gaze met with his own gorgeous, vivid green hazel eyes, he rapidly adverted his stare elsewhere, shyly smiling to himself and trying to hide the fluster that kept growing on his pale face as the seconds passed. Luke had both of his arms hidden behind his back at that moment, yes, but you could still tell that he was nervously fidgeting with his own hands and fingers. Gods, you were such a pretty, graceful lady, and Lucerys was already over the moon for you despite having merely shared a brief moment of eye contact together.

The idea of having to leave your home to live with your betrothed was, initially, a complicated thought to process; especially during the first days of your staying in Dragonstone despite how kind and patient everyone treated you. But of course, as you were often sat next to Lucerys during dinner and had some small chats together throughout the day — as awkward as they were in the beginning — you were quick in taking a liking for the future Velaryon Lord. Most definitely, it was his endearingly shy self the one that had carved it’s own way into your heart, and the one that managed to completely twist in a good way your sense of frighten at the thought of the word ‘betrothal’.

Tranquil, leisure strolls through the gardens, hours of reading to one another together, and sneaky late night talks was how you both spent your days until your wedding ceremony arrived. And even, Luke had gone as far as teaching you some High Valyrian so you would know the language and culture of his own family.

Of course, the nervousness regarding your marriage and the wedding continously lingered in you, gnawing every bit of your mind despite having a perfectly sweet relationship with Lucerys. And knowing how you felt, becoming used to freely speak up your mind whenever you were alone together, Luke never failed to comfort and soothe you by expressing his own nerves, but at the same time, reassuring you that he was certain all would go more than well as every preparation for the occassion had been carefully organisated properly.

It was the warmth that the Velaryon Prince constantly offered to you, that made you be over the moon and clouds for him, just in the exact way he felt around you. It had taken no time for you to become his ‘gevie rūklon’ — his pretty flower, being as delicately graceful as the petal of a rose. The one he was more than eager to cherish and show his undying adoration with each day that passed, and you couldn’t help but often thank the Seven for blessing you with such a loving future Lord Husband. With each passing day, you found yourself balancing between the thin string of feeling jittery, and an increasing zeal the closer you were to your wedding day.

And there you stood two nights before your official wedding date, staring at yourself in front of the mirror, simultaneously swinging between such emotions that equally made your heart violently pound against your chest in a way that your hands were visibly trembling. Softly, you adjusted the silk wedding dress that they had prepared just for yourself. As expected, you had already tried the dress on the moment the seamstresses were finished with sewing the very last details — but you were allured into trying it again, imagining how everything would go and practising for the official date.

Faintly, a soft sigh escaped from your nostrils, with a little grin tugging at the corner of your lips. Both your hands were clasped in front of your body, grasping the delicate texture of your dress against your skin. Your breathing became hitched softly, processing the thought of becoming officially married to a future Lord whom you already wholeheartedly adored.

You had spent endless hours in front of your mirror, reading your own wedding vows to yourself and making sure that you wouldn’t either stutter, mess up, or stumble upon your words. And even so, despite already knowing by heart your vows to your betrothed, you still continued to re-read them again, or mentally repeat it.

Your gaze lingered on the ground for a few seconds, admiring quietly the dedication the seamstresses put into your wedding dress, before you managed to raise it to stare at your own face. A nervous frowny grin tugged at the corner of your lips, feeling a flustered heat creeping to your cheeks. As your chambers were silent, the only thing you could ever hear was the sound of your heartbeat increasing by the passing of the seconds, along your soft huffing.

Overall, digging deeper beyond the obvious nerves you felt, there was an immeasurable feeling of joy. The thought of having been blessed with such an endearing future Lord Husband, who had also became your best friend and companion, brought a warming comfort in you that made you eager to the official wedding day. The sight of your own reflection on your dress was more than enough for you to helplessly wander through your own daydreaming.

Dumbfoundedly, your grin became wider as you could already imagine how your wedding would go. And not only you daydreamt about the wedding feast, the way you would be delightfully surrounded by your family, closest relatives, and perhaps how other Lord and Ladies would attend the celebration — but as well, you couldn’t help but imagine how joyful you would be spending the rest of your days by his side, pampering one another with tender caresses, and soft kisses.

Having one another for the joyful and sorrowful moments in your life, and even, having precious little children of your own surrounding both of you. The early prospect you had of how your marriage would be made you nearly melt from adoration. Your gaze remained fixed in your own reflection, smiling to yourself as your mind solely focused and dreamed of what was yet to come.

The door of your chambers were swung open swiftly, yet quietly — provoking a faint creaking sound before it was closed shut. Upon hearing the faint noise, you were quick in snapping out of your little daydreaming, adverting your gaze towards the person entering the quarters. It was, of course, none other than your betrothed; as he had gotten used to entering your chambers in the middle of the night without even knocking, especially when he couldn’t sleep.

A heated dark shade of red crept in your face, gulping timidly as soon as you made eye contact with Luke through the reflection of the mirror. Before managing to mutter a word, his green hazel eyes were fixed on you. The way you so gracefully stood in front of the mirror, using the wedding dress prepared just for yourself that was adorned with dragons and dragonscales imagery, made him awkwardly stand at your door.

Part of him wished to advert his gaze elsewhere, in a poor attempt to hide his overwhelmingly shy fluster; but another part of him, insisted on remaining with his stare on you. Gods, you were such a precious girl— how could he not swoon over you, like he always did? And seeing you in such a beautifully detailed wedding dress made his heart skip one, or two beats. Needless it was to mention the fact that since you were two days away from officially getting married, that already provoked on him some sleepless nights; and seeing you wearing that wedding dress made him feel as if he could melt right there.

The first time you had tried on your wedding dress, he didn’t have the opportunity to take a peek of how you would look. But now, curiousity was eased delightfully. If anything, it served to fuel his already undying adoration for your sweetly graceful nature.

Clearing his throat shyly, his green eyes gazed down to the floor. Both his hands were clasped in front of his body. “I’m... Sorry,” he began speaking meekly. Noticing the timid fluster notoriously creeping on his pale skin made you have to fight back a giggle. “Am I interrupting something, my love?” his eyes lingered on the ground, before reluctanctly gazing up at you shyly. You shook your head in response, before being able to mutter a response.

“Good.” with soft footsteps, Luke approached you. “You can’t sleep, too?” a scoff escaped from you, fixing your gaze on his features as he walked towards you very slowly. “Is it too obvious?” you inquired back teasingly as a helpless grin appeared on your lips, getting a chuckle from him as a response. “I can tell, my love.” as soon as Lucerys stood by your side — noticing him slightly taller than usual —, his green eyes stared at you through the reflection.

The way Luke so endearingly admired how precious you looked for your wedding ceremony made you want to squirm under his gaze, and giggle like a little girl with a crush. “I haven’t been able to sleep either,” his arms remained behind his back, feeling as if his staring to your reflection wouldn’t allow him to do anything else, just... Stare foolishly in love. “Our wedding ceremony is two nights away, and I feel restless.”

Seeing you in the wedding dress was too alluring to get lost in the daydreaming of your near future together. His smile seemed sheepish as his green eyes carefully observed every inch of yourself, treasuring you as his future Lady Wife. You had rapidly turned into his greatest pride, and Luke knew he would eventually show you off to everyone. Not like he wasn’t already doing so, either way.

“But overall...” his arms appeared from behind his back, walking to stand behind of you. Gently, his arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest in an adoring way. The warmth of his firm embrace was soothing, as he placed his chin on the crook of your neck, moving his stare towards your reflection once again. “I’m proud of having you as my future Wife.”

Of course, all his compliments were genuine — but most of the time, Lucerys appreciated seeing you become flustered at his displays of affection. Your hands were placed on his arms, caressing them gently. “You look more than beautiful,” he cooed, nuzzling the tip of his nose softly against your skin, “I can’t wait until our wedding ceremony. I know you will be such a loving wife and companion, as you already are.” with his words, his lips placed soft kisses on your skin, moving from your neck, to your cheek.

And in his words, there was no lacking in honestly. Each time his eyes took a peek at you, especially at the current moment where you tried back on your dress, his breathing got stuck on his throat; with his heart pounding loudly against his chest. Your giggles with each one of his loving kisses encouraged Lucerys to keep going, and if it were possible, he would shower you in his kisses eternally.

A contented growl spurred from your lips, craning your head lazily towards him, managing to place your lips on the skin of his rosy cheeks. “Sometimes I wonder, what have I done to possibly be blessed by the Seven to earn such a sweet, and attentive betrothed such as yourself?” you could feel his smiling lips grasping against your skin, holding a protective grip around your body.

Sighing, he managed to rest his chin on the crook of your neck, trying to catch his own breathing before continuing to fill you with kisses. Those sleepless nights were more than worth it, marrying such a precious beauty as yourself — and who could blame him? If he managed to even get some rest the two days before your wedding, Luke knew his dreams would be invaded by you walking down the aisle, in such detailed dress. “I can only wonder to myself the same thing, my sweet.” he replied briefly.

Allowing your head to rest against his own, his eyes stared at you through the reflection of the mirror. There weren’t enough words to express his admiration towards you, swooning inwards to himself at the sight of your vibrant grace.

Despite the obvious anxiety you equally felt regarding the ceremony, such as everything going as planned, and none of you stumbling upon your words when it came to reading your vows to one another, there was an exuberant eagerness to refer to each other as your own.

But, if anything— there was one thing that would be difficult for him to overbear during the ceremony. The sweet scent emanating from you was merely intoxicating, and his lips continued to playfully grasp against the skin of your neck, admiring you quietly.

“I do have to warn you,” shortly, he trailed off. His lips became in a dumbfounded grin, drunken with the feeling of a loving worshipping towards your entire self. Adoring you so much, that could make his heart combust at any second. You were bewitching at the sight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in curiousity before he continued, gripping your waist tighter, before one of his hands found your own, and squeezed it faintly. “I plan on not keeping my lips to myself during our wedding, especially if you are to look this gorgeous.”

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darkacademiablues · 7 months

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Timothée Chalamet slaying the fashion week without attending any shows.

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v3nusxsky · 2 months

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i’m not 100% sure your requests are open or if you’ve done this before but i’ve read some of your leonora lesso fics and i’m in love

i’m was wondering whether you could maybe right a little!lesso x caregiver!reader. they’re both teachers, maybe r is an ever

but tbh maybe just some hurt comfort <3

The Little Lion

*Authors note~ ahh little Leo and Agere is my life, may be horrid I am currently in a lecture for behaviour with a massive headache but I’m determined to catch up on writing fics*

Trigger warnings~ Agere little Leonora, cg y/n first time regression star struck Leonora

Prompt~see ask^^^

Being the Dean Of Evil wasn’t ever Leonora’s plans but it’s where she ended up and appeared to be amazing at her job. But was she evil? Or maybe just hurt deep down? The world would never know the pain she’d been through and just how she dealt with her pain. While she held her scary exterior inside lay a soft gooey core that is ever so fragile and to be protected at all costs.

Being evil for so long tends to drain the red head, and with her Never students acting up more, it was worse than ever before. No one knew of the tentative relationship you and Lesso had began, but the tension between you both was simply too hard to ignore and one night with a lot of alcohol had confession’s of truth spilling from you both. Agreeing to try this out but of course no one could know, not until you both knew it would work of course.

That was a couple of months ago and things had been going rather well. You being an Ever made things slightly harder but both of you worked to find ways to meet in secrecy and have subtle changes in your daily life’s when it came to communication. That’s why it wasn’t uncommon for you to sneak into the Deans room after hours. There would be no students to catch you and should a member of staff see you, then you had a well rehearsed reason to be there.

Entering her room tonight felt different but you couldn’t put you finger on the reason why. With a quick scan of the room you could see nothing was out of its place however, Leonora was no where to be found which is odd. Normally she’s waiting with a signature look that’s just for you as her eyes room your body just drinking in your beauty.

“Nora?” You murmured in a hope she would appear but all that greeted you was silence. Moving forward into her chamber you made your way to her sleeping area. “Nora, darling?” You mumbled before knocking and pushing the heavy oak door open, never in a million years would you have expected the sight in front of you.

In the bed, Leonora was dressed in fussy orange socks with a lion onesie, colouring some pages that looked to be animal prints. Clearly she was in her own little world and you almost felt bad for intruding. Almost. The way she was currently looking at you jade you feel you were more needed than ever before. Being an ever you knew exactly what was going on here.

“Hi darling, watcha got there?” You whispered to her before settling on the edge of her bed. But Leonora said nothing just staring at you with her mouth agape like she’d seen a unicorn or something equally as magical. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her star struck expression, “close your mouth darling, you’ll be catching flys in a minute.”

“Princess” the red head stated still absolutely entranced by you. “You think I’m a princess darling?” You happily fed into her statement hoping to gain her trust. “Pretty” was slurred around the woman’s thumb that had made its way between her lips. It was so obvious what was happening here. With a gasp you responded, “well thank you little darling. I think you’re pretty too.”

Silence fell over the room again, you didn’t mind of course, clearly Leonora needed this and now wasn’t the time to talk about what this was, so you settled for giving her whatever she needed from you in this moment. “Raw!” Lesso growled as she continued to scribble in a pen that could honestly rival the woman’s hair colour. “Such a cute little lion” you murmured to her causing her to smile, not smirk but smile at you and blush. Leonora Lesso doesn’t blush… but your little lion here seemed to be the opposite.

It wasn’t long before Leonora had shoved a pen at you and instructed that you colour in certain areas, “ands no out of lines!” She firmly reprimanded after you went ever so slightly went over the lines. “I’m so sorry little cub” you feigned a pout.

“Im not use to sharing I sorry, I fix it then pretty princess happy and loves Leo lion!” A childish slur causing words to blur together and just sounding adorable. “Thank you little cub, I still love you little lion, how could I not with this cute mane on your head hmm?” You whispered before ruffling the fake mane on the hood of the lion onesie.

It wasn’t long after that small interaction you could see her little balled up fists rubbing at her eyes, a clear indication that it was in fact past midnight. “Little lion, aren’t you getting sleepy yet?” You attempted not knowing how to bring this up with her. But luckily she nodded and crawled straight into your lap, her head nestled into your neck and a hand resting above your heart. It was clear you weren’t going anywhere tonight but opted to soothe Leonora to sleep so you could move the woman without disturbing her. Although the little version of Lesso was okay with you acting like a caregiver that didn’t mean Leonora was too. Your hand gently rubbed soothing circles on her back as you swayed your legs ever so slightly in hopes to comfort her. Just when you thought she’d drifted off you caught her sleepy mumble off, “thank you for looking after me princess.”

Word count ~ 1023

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itzvintagevibez · 8 months

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hi!! could i please ask for leonara lesso prompt 1 please? thank you! :)

yes, and i apologize for the late post

Lady Leonora Lesso x Female!Student!Reader

Prompt 1 - "Eyes Up Here, Ever." Lady Leonora Lesso Prompts

It's been three months. Each one more drastic than the other. There have been numerous rumours circulating about the dean of evil and a particular student pulling practical jokes on one another. At first, the joke was small and simple, the dean would make insults about an ever student by the name, Y/n Y/l/n. The insults were nothing more than comments about her clothing saying that it was either too revealing or not revealing enough and about the ever girl's hair saying that it was either too messy or too neat. Y/n wasn't really triggered by these words till a day came when the dean thought it would be hilarious to ruin Y/n's favourite dress.

At this point, Y/n reached her breaking point. She was upset with the grinning dean, and she moved quickly to exact retribution. Y/n secretly added a serum to the dean's tea during her lunch break. She took a sip and immediately felt her tongue start to burn as if she had sipped directly from a spicy condiment. She violently slapped her fist against the table in anguish as she trembled. She drenched herself entirely by pouring milk, white, and every other liquid she could get her hands on onto her tongue. The professors and students were all taken aback and perplexed by her antics until Y/n's laughing broke the tension in the room.

Then that's when it began, the pranks. Everyday it was either the dean would pranks Y/n in the morning then Y/n would get her revenge at lunch. Everyone was quite shocked by their foolish fights but also confused as to why the dean hadn't taken the ever girl to the doom room, which is where she takes all her students who crossed her. However, the had to admit that the stupid pranks the two would throw at each other were quite entertaining. The Nevers would cheer for their dean whenever, she played her game and occasionally helped her. The Evers on the other hand would be Y/n's cheerleader and support her silly game with the dean. Even Professor Dovey was supportive of Y/n. She saw it as good beating evil once again and would encourage the Ever students to assist her if required.

From making Lady Lesso's renowned red hair pink for a full week to limiting Y/n to only hearing the dean's name when she talked. Their jokes continued growing funnier, stranger, and crazier. Up until the day Y/n transformed into a gecko so she could enter the dean's bedroom covertly. When she arrived, she proceeded to the dean's wardrobe, which was stocked with her clothing. The sound of a door opening and closing stopped her from taking on her human form. The dean was wrapped in a black towel and standing outside her bathroom, her wet red hair falling flat.

Fortunately, Y/n was still in her gecko form, so the dean couldn't see her admiring how wonderfully the sun's rays reflected off her half-naked body. The dean massaged her arms and legs with lotion as she sat on her queen-sized bed. She was about to remove her towel till she stopped, looking around the room. Y/n was horrified; to say she was frightened would be an understatement. She was afraid because of how the dean's gaze scoured the room even though she was in her gecko shape. She saw her, right? She couldn't have because geckos are rather small animals, making it impossible for anyone to have noticed her. Later, the dean's gaze landed on her wardrobe, and she started to move slowly in that direction. What the fuck?! Y/n thought.

Now the dean was standing right in front of her wardrobe. Y/n was underneath it trying her best to not make a single sound or it might attract the dean's attention not that the dean would know it was her in the gecko form but then her prank wouldn't be able to be done. The dean was about to open her closet till she heard the sound of glass breaking. The dean noticed her kitten, Minerva, examining the broken vase to her left. "Minerva, you've broken my favourite vase twice now; just because I can use magic to fix it doesn't mean you should carelessly obliterate it." She spoke. Caring her cat into arms, she fixed her vase before walking away into her lounge room while still half-naked. I never knew, Lady Lesso had a cat, interesting. Y/n thought.

Y/n emerged from hiding shortly after taking on her human form. She opened the dean's closet and used her magic to make them disappear, replacing them with an outfit she had personal made for the dean to wear. It wasn't anything bad or ugly but merely sexy. The fact that the dean barely altered her dress yet had the nerve to make fun of Y/n for her attire kind of irked her. Therefore, Y/n made sure that the dean would have no choice but to wear one of her outfits as retaliation for her criticisms on her attire and destruction of her favourite dress. "Now try and comment on my attire," Y/n muttered under her breath.

As the dean's voice grew louder and louder, Y/n shut the dean's closet, transformed into a dove, and flew out the window to return to the school of good. The dean yelled her name angrily as she was flying away. Y/n merely grinned to herself before moving on. Upon entering her bedroom, Y/n grinned joyously to herself as she climbed into her bathtub. When she emerged from the bathroom, she noticed that her hair was red, but not just any red—it was the same shade of red as the dean's hair. Her earlier smirk had turned into utter terror. Fuck you, Lesso! She said to herself. Opening her closest, she collapsed totally. All of her clothes were replaced with replicas of the dean's clothes. There was even a cane that matched hers. I've been bamboozled. Y/n thought to herself.

When the bell rang, breakfast could officially begin. Since the dean made it apparent with the multiple copies that it was all Y/n would be wearing, she had no choice but to transform into a little version of Lady Lesso for the day or even for several weeks. Indignantly carrying the cane, Y/n stormed out of her bedroom and along the hallways. Although she couldn't see it, Y/n appeared to the other students to be a little version of Lady Lesso, given that the dean was generally angry when she was around. Everyone in the dining hall, including the dean, who had a grin on her face, focused on Y/n as she entered.

Instead of stomping over to the dean to confront her about taking all of her valued clothing, Y/n looked down at the dean's apparel and noticed that she was wearing the clothes Y/n had left for her. The dean looked down and saw that Y/n was staring at her attire, which made her enraged. This was Y/n's chance to sneer. The dean promptly got up from her seat and approached the one student who was trying to flee despite wearing the dean's 3 inch heels. The dean seized Y/n's arm and teleported to her room using magic while holding onto Y/n. The moment they got there, the ever spat a fit and shoved the dean's hand away from her arm.

Y/n had the opportunity to observe the dean in person and get a good look at how the dean appeared dressed. She appeared gorgeous. She wore Y/n's dress that hugged her hips and displayed all of her curves. The dean's long, lovely legs were seen due to the high thigh cut. Not to mention that Y/n could see her breasts almost in full view. The thought of them between her lips made her heart hurt and her knees unbearable since they appeared so round and plump. "Eyes up there, Ever." Lady Lesso said. They both turned to look at each other. When Y/n noticed the dean's sneer, she had to finally admit that it made her heart skip a beat and her folds slightly moisten. "Do you like the view?" she asked.

Because she didn't want to give in just yet, Y/n bit her bottom lip to keep from uttering the obscene noises she so strongly wanted to. The dean reflected in a nearby mirror, "You know, I think I was wrong about you, your style is quite alright," she said. She carried on about how attractive I'd look if I wore that outfit and how desirable I'd look out of it, "I wonder how sexy this will make you look, don't you agree?" She stated, looking at me with a relaxed expression as if she hadn't just seduced me, "But anyways, I should be heading to teach my lessons and you should be heading to your school."

The dean used her magic to transfer the ever to her appropriate school before Y/n had a chance to object to departing. Y/n finds herself in bed with a duvet and blanket covering her when she opens her eyes in surprise. Everything was all a dream, a filthy dream. "What the hell!" she yelled while shoving a pillow into her face from behind her head. "I've been screwed!" No one other than her wife was able to take the pillow out of her hands. "Love, why are you shouting at this hour of the morning?" "Leonora, in my dream I almost got fucked by you! Up until I woke up, the good stuff was about to happen." Y/n voiced their displeasure.

Leonora responded by rolling her eyes. "If you cuddle me, then I'll give you the best fucking of your life." "Really?" Y/n questioned. "Definitely, even better than what the dream version of me could have done." "Okay." Y/n relaxed in her wife's arms and encircled her waist with her own. "You know, I was a smaller version of you in my dream." said Y/n. Her wife was perplexed and questioned, "What?" "Yeah, I was completely dressed like you, even had the same shade of hair like you and shoes, even had the cane!" The redheaded woman only grinned at her wife as she rambled on about her dream. I'm relieved I married this moron. As she continued to hear her wife's story, Leonora grinned to herself.

WHAT LADY LESSO WAS SORTA WEARING;

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essencering · 11 months

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↳ summary: at this point, you assume that you've misplaced your own things, but find yourself surprised when you find said things in mammon's room.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Demon Attendant Reader, Mammon (Obey Me!), Nesting/Hoarding Habit, With Your Things, Mammon Loves His Special Person, Nightbringer Setting.

writer's blurp: mammon lives rent-free in my brain and that's a-okay he's such a sweetie to the MC both in OG OM and in NB. just wanted to write a short little thing about NB mammon finding comfort in things that have the reader's scent.

It started out as a missing coat or sweater. Something you choked up to just being lost in the abyss of your closet, or left it somewhere not that it was anything you were too sad about losing or being misplaced.

Then the throw blankets, or your favorite throw pillows that you would use at the House of Lamentation when the brothers would pull you into whatever movie or game night, and the ones at Cocytus Hall. Solomon helped you turn over every inch of the Hall, but neither of you had any luck finding them, nor could the brothers help you find your things at Lamentation.

Little things here and there, like pens and notebooks, objects you would use daily. You wondered if your chatelaine was breaking, and you not noticing it, but Solomon assured you that it wouldn't with the enchantment he placed on it for you. Some smaller things as well the occasional ring, or necklace.

It wasn't until you one day received a text from Mammon to come over and please bring something good to eat with your company (totally NOT a bonus he said) since he felt a little under the weather. You found your missing things.

Situated in a safe little spot on Mammon's bed, the very demon dozed off around the little things, but also wearing some of your missing jewelry. Face hidden in your throw pillows and your throw blankets living up to their name of being haphazardly tossed on his person, while he was wrapped up in your sweater.

You could also see some of his brother's things mixed in as well.

A little hoard of his own. A little nest with things that made him feel comfortable and safe. Things that belong to those that are important to him, to people that he loves.

So, as quietly as possible you leave Mammon's room knowing that if he were to wake up and knowing that you saw his little hoard of treasures that belong to those important to him, his little nest of things that brings him comfort he would quickly try to hide all of it.

Once you're back outside of Mammon's room you decide to make something other than the Hell Fire Noodles he likes, opting for something a little bit more easy on the stomach.

Texting to let Mammon know that you will be delayed in arriving, his response is a pouty little emoji, and him appearing by your side a bit later. Hiding his face in your shoulder, mumbling and grumbling while you cook, but sticking to you like glue.

#obey me! memories #gender neutral reader #reader is gender neutral #sfw #obey me! x reader #obey me! nightbringer x reader #reader insert #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon x reader #gn reader #x reader #mammon will always find comfort in his favorite person #ty NB for letting us see just how much of a sweet dork he is towards the MC #sorry i hc mammon doing this as well in OG OM because when he misses you he can just have a little pile of your things #and just feel so comfy and safe surrounded by your things #please get a matching set of something with this man to wear together he will love it #chatelaine's are so fun and pretty i know it's usually for the ladies of the house hold #but we are in the year 2023 gender specific things hardly matter both now and in the devildom so you get a fun little keyring

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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Can't talk, busy coming up with cute little domestic scenarios featuring my OC, her shark husband, his feral Hylian husband, and their adorable ray/shark wife

#totk spoilers #loz totk #link totk #prince sidon #lady yona #polycule #if you give me more than one cute character #you can bet your ass its going to be poly #despite the fact that im writing Sidon x Reader angst #Sidon has two hands!#and lady yona is so cute!!!!!!#zelda oc #they are a happy little polycule #doing happy little domestic things #zelda spoilers

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the-djarin-clan · 1 year

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Honorable mention to Regulus Black. 🐍

Happy birthday, Timothée Chalamet!

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #dune #the king #little woman #bones and all #paul atreides #laurie laurence #prince hal #regulus black #lady bird #call me by your name #timothee icons #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet x reader

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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All this talk of hbcu!shuri but hear me out.....hbcu!t'challa 👀

#you cant tell me he not a steppa #and homeboy be the freshest on campus #never caught lackin #got all the girls fiendin for him #but he only got one little lady in his heart #and he so happens to be taking a social work class with her next semester 👀#and he got his lil sis with hiiimmm right in the science building with her big head #hbcu!siblings gon give me brain rot chile lemme not #liya talks #shuri x reader #tchalla x reader

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timothee-mybeloved · 2 years

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Meet me in the afterglow

In which an argument with Timothée makes you realize that you can’t live without each other

Warnings: angst, fighting, reader being hated by fans, hurt/comfort, totally inspired by Afterglow by miss Taylor Swift, happy ending, I’m in love with timothee chalamet. There is a fic i read once that was the primary inspiration for this but i have no idea what it was called or who it was by… (bold italics are flashbacks)

Paring: Timothée Chalamet x reader

You had blown things out of proportion and now you had no idea where your relationship laid. Were you broken up? Did you lose the man you loved with your entire being?

Your heart couldn’t accept it. He wasn’t around for you to have a conversation with him about it.

You were a mess.

Truth be told…so was he.

He couldn’t stay but it wasn’t because he didn’t want you anymore, quite the opposite actually. He left because he loved you. It scared him too much to think about.

He couldn’t handle seeing how much it all consumed you. The paparazzi, the fans, the hate.

All of it had gotten in your head, millions of thoughts rushing around

“Am I not good enough?” “What if he leaves me for someone better?” “How do I keep going?”

He sympathized with you, felt pity for you and a little bit of him felt what you were going through but he knew he could never fully comprehend how you felt everyday simply for loving him.

“You know I wouldn’t mind it if you came with me.” He said “I love coming back from work to find you waiting for me.”

“They’ll probably think I’m too clingy.” God knows what happened the last time you had gone with him while shooting a movie. You had dealt with an excessive amount of hate.

People calling you names, saying that you couldn’t leave him alone for one second. It all hurt but you couldn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t burden him. He’s already had to deal with so much.

“Who cares what they think?” He raised his voice “Are you seriously going to let some stupid comments get in the way of our relationship?” He asked rhetorically.

He was right but you couldn’t help feeling this way and you had bottled up so much, you were starting to feel angry.

“Why can’t you just fucking look at it the same way I do?! I have had to go through so much shit so i can be with you, the least you could fucking do is actually be there for me when I need you!” You finally snapped.

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time? I’ve done everything I can to make you happy and it still doesn’t work.”

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You say it under your breath but the sigh he lets out lets you know that he heard you.

“For fuck’s sake…” it’s his turn to be angry. “What do you want me to do then? You want me to go on every form of media and tell them to stop saying shit on the internet because my girlfriend can’t stop letting stuff get into her head?”

“I never said that.”

“Well what the hell do you want me to do?!” You had never seen him this angry before and if you didn’t know him, you would think this anger was directed towards you.

“Just go, Tim. I really can’t talk about this right now.” You sigh.

“No, I’m not gonna leave without you, I’m not letting a bunch of mindless idiots on the internet ruin what we have!”

“Tim-“

“You don’t have a say in this so get up and come with me.”

“Timmy-“

“Just stop! you already have your bags packed so let’s go.”

Silence.

“Please…” He begged you.

“I’m sorry…” He was starting to get impatient.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Was the last thing he said before picking up his bag and slamming your shared apartment’s door.

And that’s when you truly lost it, finally bursting into tears after feeling all these emotions bubbling up throughout the past week.

You didn’t mean to make him sad but he also had to look at things from your perspective.

Now here you were, a few days after the argument, picking up the bags that you hadn’t unpacked ever since.

You grabbed your passport and headed out the door, making sure to lock it before making your way to the elevator.

It was going to be a long flight and you knew it but you would do anything to be with him again.

Finally arriving to your destination, a driver had been waiting for you to take you to the hotel he was staying at.

Your heart was racing and your palms were starting to sweat. You knew he wouldn’t be back until a few hours but you still couldn’t calm your nerves.

What if he didn’t want to see you? That’s ridiculous, he would be happy to fix things and start over…right? The only thing you could do was hold onto what little hope you had left and pray for the best.

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You sat on the bed and awaited his arrival, having slightly calmed down after walking into the room and catching his scent in the air.

Minutes felt like centuries passing by and you almost got up and tried to leave like you had never been here until you heard shuffling from behind the door.

It was dark and he wouldn’t be able to notice you were there at first glance and so you waited patiently until he had turned on the lights.

He was shocked, dropping the coffee cup he was holding.

“Shit!” He flinched as the liquid spilled on the carpet and his shoes.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you I-“ You got up quickly, making your way over to him and he just stared at you as if trying to figure out if he was too tired and imagining all of this or if you were actually in front of him right now.

He probably sensed your confusion because he cupped your cheeks, a part of him expecting you to fade away in the process.

But you didn’t, he was holding you.

You were real.

“Fuck it feels like forever ago when i last saw you.” He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

He pulls you in for a kiss and it’s the first time in what felt like an excruciatingly long week that you genuinely feel true relief.

You feel complete.

“God I missed you so much.” He sighs into your lips “I missed you too.” Your hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Tim.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He says while caressing your cheek.

“No no i have to, I was so in my head that I didn’t even think about what this was doing to you.”

“I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve talked to you more, it’s my fault.” Timothée tells you.

“None of this is your fault, okay? Just please don’t ever leave me again. Those past few days have been hell without you.”

“I’m never going to leave you, wherever you go, I go.” He whispers, pulling you close so that your foreheads touch.

“I’ll follow you wherever you go, sweet girl.”

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee imagine #timothee x you #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet x yn #timothee fluff #timothee angst #dune #dune part one #call me by your name #elio perlman #lady bird #little woman #laurie laurence #paul atreides

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daryldamnson · 1 year

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made a wish on elevens - historical royal au

summary: eddie’s a servant. he knows what that means. he knows he can’t have you. he loves you anyway. fem!reader, hardcore pining

unoffically made this for yearoftheotpevent's 2023 thing because i'm not actually taking part but i really liked the idea so i picked january: historical au

word count: 1k

title from wish on an eyelash by mallrat

“Is it so wrong? Wishing to love and be loved in return?”

You remain oblivious to the sad, lovelorn stare levelled at you as you sigh quietly, gaze roving over the hills in the distance as you continue to muse.

“Perhaps not wrong, I suppose… Just silly. A naive wish I thought I’d long grown out of.” You glance over at him and flash a dry smile. “Apparently not.”

“You knew the day approached, My Lady.” Eddie speaks softly, wary of slipping up and speaking out of turn, especially within the walls of the castle. “Surely it does not come as a shock to you?”

“I don’t know, I…. I suppose I never truly thought it through until today. Or, rather, I did and simply hoped I may grow to love the man chosen for me.” You let out an amused huff of air, shaking your head. “Or, Gods, even like him. Is a fondness for my husband really so strange a wish?”

“Of course not, My Lady.” And then, because apparently he’s a masochist, “You don’t believe you may form affection for Lord Hargrove?”

Your eyes flick over to him and he can’t help the soft breath of laughter that escapes him at your expression.

“That awful?”

“And more. Gods, Eddie, you should’ve heard the way he spoke to his footman. And Robin when she served his drink ‘from the wrong side’ - honestly! He has also clearly never had to use the words ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ before, which is a minor indictment on his list of offences, I assure you, but I find it enraging all the same. And - stop laughing at me!”

Even as you admonish him for his stifled laughter a bright smile grows on your face and a few giggles of your own slip through. He’s not always entirely sure how he does it - though he certainly puts on the show of a jester sometimes just for your sake - but Eddie loves making you smile like that.

He shouldn’t, he knows that. It’s wrong. You’re a Lady and he’s lucky to even work in the castle, let alone harbour affections towards… It’s wrong. It’s wrong. It’s wrong.

Eddie tries his hardest to convince himself, but how can his - usually successful - attempts at bringing such a lovely smile to your face be anything but right and good?

Your laughter fades out but there’s a happy quirk to your lips that remains so Eddie takes this as a success.

“I’m truly serious, Eddie, he…” You shake your head, almost baffled-looking. “I cannot imagine having to marry a person like that. Basic decency should never be an optional trait - certainly not in someone I’m to spend my life with or trust to look after my people. I had hoped… I don’t know, that I could at least be friends with my betrothed. Best friends, preferably. I mean, is that not the point? Are we not supposed to get along? Make each other happy? Want to spend time together? I don’t believe any of those things could be true if I were to marry that selfish, tactless, inconsiderate brute.”

Your weary sigh and freshly returned frown weighs heavily on his chest, and he finds himself scrambling for something to reassure you with. But nothing appears - what can you say to a woman destined to marry someone not of her own choosing?

Marry me instead, a voice echoes in his head. I would make you happy, or try my best to. I would be devoted to you for the rest of my life - I will be anyway, no matter whom you marry. Please. Just consider me. I love you, I love you, I love you.

No. He certainly can’t say that.

“I am sorry, My Lady,” he lands on, pouring sympathy into his tone as your gaze lands on him once again.

There’s a comfortable pause before you speak, holding eye contact as you grace him with another gentle smile. Eddie hopes he isn’t imagining the fondness in your eyes or your tone.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“For what? I hardly provided useful council.”

“For listening. For always… Always listening and letting me ramble on at you. I’m forever grateful. You truly are my best friend.”

Your hand rises and hovers near his arm, a ghost of a smile flitting across your lips as you pull away, both of you distinctly aware of what the ramifications of you touching a male servant in such a familiar way would be.

Eddie would suffer for it, and you won’t stand for that. Sometimes he thinks it would be worth it, but were he banished or imprisoned he’d never see you again so he has to admit he’s infinitely grateful for your stronger willpower.

The sudden appearance of Robin causes you to take another step back from him and Eddie finds himself mourning the loss. Even more so when she informs you that your mother is requesting your presence and you let out a long-suffering sigh as you turn to follow her.

You exchange a parting glance, Eddie dipping into a gentle bow as you walk past, and it’s not until you’re halfway down the hallway before you look over your shoulder to see him watching you leave.

“Wish me luck that the next is more tolerable!”

He can’t call down the hall at that volume the way you can lest he be punished, but he does mutter “good luck, My Lady,” under his breath for you.

Because as much as he longs for you to return his feelings, you are more important. You will undoubtedly be marrying a man of your own stature, and Eddie loves you too much to wish you anything but pure happiness, even if that is found with someone else. Even when it would break his heart.

Eddie would happily wish for it to be torn to pieces if only to ensure you a contented life.

The heavy doors close behind you and Eddie turns to look out of the same window you had occupied only moments before.

He allows himself one moment to let his thoughts of you swirl through his mind before he closes the lid once more and turns to walk in the opposite direction, off to complete the duties of a lowly manservant you would never be allowed to marry.

requests are open but no promises i just go where the inspo takes me

p.s. it was no accident that reader said she wanted to marry her best friend and then called eddie her best friend two minutes later, eddie thinks it's unrequited but he's dumb ♡

#so in my head eddie moved to live with wayne who worked in/around the castle when you were both around 7 and you were friends in a way that #wasn't frowned upon at that age but then you got older and people started to tell you both how wrong it was and how far beneath you he was #so it became a secret friendship where everyone knows you still talk a little too much for a servant and a lady but it's within the #realms of acceptable so you get away with it but what they don't know is that you frequently sneak out and meet up in town away from the #castle walls that seem to have eyes #also hopper is like the leader of the knights and helps you sneak out i dont make the rules that just is fact the kind of knight he'd be #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #kind of #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things fic #eddie munson x female reader #historical au #royal au #eddie munson x reader imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #pretty little loserboy #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson historical au #eddie munson royal au #stranger things historical au

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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lord ralph penbury would not be one of those “my wife” guys

no no no no no

he’d introduce you to everyone first and foremost by your own goddamn name and your own job (or hobbies or title) and then he’d suddenly get all blushy and giggly and go “oh yeah and we’re married 🥰🥰🥰”

#he’s like this is lady (your name) penbury and she’s a genius! oh and… hehe i’m her husband <3 #or my non-binary babes: “this is (your name) penbury and they’re a genius!! oh yeah… and i’m their husband! isn’t that wizard!!#such a wholesome and pure little stringbean #love love love my ralphie bear #ralph timewasters x reader #ralph penbury x reader #ralph penbury #ralph timewasters #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury thoughts #think ralphie thoughts 💭#ralph penbury headcanon #ralph penbury hc

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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Hey

A playonic lesso where r goes to her crying in the middle of the night? X

🦖

Mama

*Authors note~ Agere eat your heart out. A friendly reminder that everyone is welcome here for this content, only my nsfw is 18 + unless stated otherwise. And a thank you to all those who have been supporting me, love you guys*

Note~~~ waiting for the day I get a little lesso cg r request ngllll

Trigger warnings~ nightmares of past trauma, child abuse, sexual abuse from an older teen, alcoholic parents? Neglect?

Prompt~see ask^^^^

Being a Never was well known for being strong. Not just physically but you have to be emotionally guarded and stronger than your opponents. At least that is what Leonora Lesso says. Yet your Dean immediately recognised you weren't like the other students. Not only are you a reader, but you seem to act like a scared child when faced with your peers. She thought a trip to the doom room could toughen you up. But what she didn't know is, the doom room felt like home to you, a familiar cold distant environment where you only had yourself to trust and care for. Upon leaving you just stood, bowed your head at the woman and left a without a word or anything else.

That was what caused her to take a more sudden interest in you, hoping to build a relationship with you in order to find out what is causing such an off behaviour for a never student. Of course you found this suspicious, an adult had never truly paid attention to you, let alone notice anything off in your behaviour. What was even stranger is she didn't try to touch you, as soon as you made it know you weren't okay with it, she made sure your wishes were respected inside and outside the classroom.

Sure it took her months to finally build that relationship with you but to her it was worth everything and for you, it meant everything and more. For the first time in your life you finally felt safe to show some weakness and vulnerability with another. It was freeing of a sort, but you knew deep down she didn't know the whole story, one day you'd tell her but only when you were sure she could be trusted. Leonora allowing you to do things your own pace showed you that, and that's why you told her bits in drips and drabs. To test the waters with the woman.

Nightmares have been a reoccurring situation for you, all your life you've been on edge and hyper vigilant, even in your sleep. And your sure if your parents were actually sober maybe they would've noticed and told you it's just an overactive imagination. But they were never sober, early on you had to learn to cook clean and dress yourself as well as care for a house that honestly they were never in. If they remembered sometimes your aunt would babysit you. But even then, it was a rarity and not one you loved at all.

You'd tried to tell them what she did, but they only got madder at you and made sure you'd be extra sore in the morning, to teach you about telling lies. But only it wasn't lies, they were just to drunk to care or notice that. Despite your aunts special time being all you knew, you knew it was wrong, and now you were safe the memories haunted your slumber.

On this particular night, you couldn't wake up, it was like being thrown back in the past where everything felt so real again. You would cry scream and fight your way through, desperately looking for an escape from the way her hands pinned you down or continued to hurt you in unimaginable and unspeakable ways. It wasn't fair. You were only 3, absolutely no chance of overpowering her, only this time it was like you were an outsider looking in on it.

When you finally got out of the horrid nightmare, your throat was horse from screaming and crying, body tangled in the sheets, littered with scratched and hits from your own hands and hot salty tears steadily streaming down your cheeks. The first thing you noticed was you needed air, it felt like you were drowning. The second thing you noticed was how everything looked overwhelming and massive to you. The third was that you were alone, and that meant she could find you again, and that wasn't something you or your little headspace wanted, so you went blindly searching for someone safe.

You'd lost count how many times you'd tripped over your own feet or even just air due to your shaking limbs. Everything seemed to move and blur as you desperately wanted to find safety, to subconsciously find her. The longer you stumbled along the halls the more upset you became, these damn nightmares causing such an emotional toll on your being that you couldn't help the rapid decrease in headspace.

You managed to finally find the door with the shiny on it, you knew it was hers. Only her door had the shiny golden rectangle on, you didn't even bother to knock but rather just walked on in. You didn't even noticed how much your arrival startled the dean, all you noticed was her. Safe now. If you were in your normal headspace you would reprimanded yourself for such an action, yet you weren't so you tried to run into her arms before stumbling and accidentally banging your head on her desk. "Mama" you whimpered through your tears and opened and closes your fists at the woman. It was a clear direct signal for touch, one she wasn't expecting to see.

"It's okay my little dove, shall mama get you coldies for your head?" She murmured before scooping you into her arms. Safe now. You were safe and that was all you could think about. Leonora didn't need a reply, the bruise already forming on your head told her the answer, so grabbing a cold pack she kept for her knee, she sat you on her lap and whispered reassurance and comfort, exactly like a mother would do while you soaked in her embrace. "Mama safe now" you murmured into her shoulder causing her to miss it slightly. "Safe from who my darling?" It was meant with care but you immediately went stiff and replied "mean lady."

As much as the dean could she tried to rack her brains for what you meant but she knew nothing. It was like trying to find some string in a yarn ball. Impossible. But soon enough your little state started to remember your nightmare and confide in your mama. That was the night she promised to keep you safe, taking on a mother role in your life and would never allow anyone to ever hurt you ever again. That was her promise as she settled you back to sleep. And a promise is something she wouldn't ever break.

Word count~ 1162

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #cg lesso #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #little r #Agere #agere little #Tsfgae Agere

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itzvintagevibez · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you're doing amazing! I saw your requests are open soooo I'm wondering if i can request a Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader? With a prompt where "Lesso gets into a heated argument with someone. Then Lesso begins threatening them so Y/N,picks up Lesso and carries/drag her out of the room before anyone gets hurt" Thank you!!! 😘

hey @anonymous this is for you! xoxo

[And it's funny cause i feel like Y/n would constantly have to drag Lady Lesso all the time cause she'd probably be arguing with someone..75% of every passing day.]

I kinda went off topic but hope it's good :)

Lady Leonora Lesso - Perverts

The week hasn't even gone by yet and already some students have managed to put you in a bad mood. Leonora noticed this when you angrily charged into your shared bedroom fuming with literal rage, strong enough to possibly murder a person. The multiple cusses leaving your mouth were insanely inappropriate but you didn't care and neither did Leonora. She particularly loved this side of you, the one which could reck an entire building to the ground or better three instead of just one.

Setting down her book onto the bedside table and placing her glasses on top of them, Leonora slowly approaches you, even if you were mildly turning each and every part of her on your rage was scary enough to scare the dean of evil herself. "Darling, Love, I'm gonna need you to relax." She says placing her hands out for you to take which you gladly accept. "Now tell me, what happened? Do I need to go for a murder spree or is it just one idiot that needs to be taught a lesson?". Her soft hands delicately rub your back as she embraces you in a supportive hug. "School...f-for...g-good."

Apparently you sprinted your way here to the School for Evil all the way from that of good. "What were you doing at that horrible school?". "Clarissa...a-and Emma," a confused look spreads across Leonora's face. "I'm not sure how I could get rid of Clarissa considering her position as the dean of good and Anemone would be a bit easier but she seems like she knows how to do martial arts," an even more confused face appears on Y/n's face. "What?". "You're right, she does know martial arts doesn't she?". "What? Leonora what are you talking about?" You say pulling away from the hug while looking at your wife with confused eyes and she had the same. "You said Clarissa and Anemone?". "Yeah because I was in a meeting with them this morning before I had a rather unpleasant experience which is why I'm mad." "Oh, then what happened?". Your eyes dilated. You were angry again and this time was worse. Leonora let go of your hands wincing in pain. Your hands were boiling hot meaning you would soon turn on fire, perks of being the daughter of Hades.

"Okay, you're boiling hot, literally and I'm not just talking about you're sexiness. Come on, let's get you to the tub." Leonora carries you throwing you over her shoulder. "Let me go," you shout struggling to get out of Leonora's strong grip. "No." Leonora says writhing in agony as your skin heats up. "F-fuck." Leonora tries to catch her breath after placing you in the bathtub. Using her magic she takes off her coat, vest and shirt and remains in her suit pants and bra trying to cool herself off. Now it was your turn to cool off, she takes off your clothing and places it into a laundry basket in the bathroom and adds cold water into the tub. "Mhm." A moan of relief escapes your lips as the cold water cools you down. "Thank you, Leo." You say resting your head at the end of the bath and putting your hands on the sides. Leonora comes down to your level kneeling on her knees. "Your welcome, Darling, now rest I'll get you out when your body temperature reaches normal okay?" a nod was all you gave her including a soft smile as you closed your eyes. Within a few seconds you were out cool, as in asleep. Leonora places her hand onto your forehead and after a while she decided to get you into some changed clothes and into bed. Shortly after she did that she placed a small kiss onto your lips before putting on a different shirt and vest and leaving the room.

Four hours have passed and it's lunch time. You missed all your lessons for today but you didn't necessarily care, the Nevers don't need to learn how defend themselves from Evers in battle using potions anyway, there's always the next lesson. Looking around you couldn't see Leonora anywhere, she probably went to fetch lunch. Getting up you put your shoes on before making your way to the School for Good for lunch. Approaching the staff room you hear a frantic Clarissa on the other side of the door. What gossip is gonna happen between her and Leonora today? You wondered to yourself before taking a deep breath then exhaling. Opening the door you met with gazes from all the professors including the headmaster himself who was surprisingly present for the first time since the last two months.

Your eyes glance over to Clarissa then to Leonora's seat which was empty. That's odd, You thought to yourself. A cough brings you out of your thoughts and this time your eyes meet that of the headmaster who urges you to take a seat on my chair which was next to Leonora's. Following his instructions you sit down and the professors still had their gazes on you so you flashed them your purple flame that sparked on your hair and they all looked away in fear of getting roasted. "Y/n, have you seen Leonora by any chance?" "Um, no, when I left our quarters she was nowhere to be scene." The headmaster adjusts his glasses before continuing. "Well you see, Clarissa exclaims that one of her students is missing and Leonora is the suspect." You glance at Dovey, who had a worried expression on her face, and a perplexed expression crosses yours.

"Why would Leonora kidnap an Ever student? She doesn't even fancy the School for Good, what would've been her motive to do all this?" You inquire as your fury steadily builds within of you. "I remember how before you left, in the morning, you told me that one of my students had sexualized you and you ended up storming away in utter rage." Clarissa exclaims and you try to read in between the lines for any other information before nodding your head, understanding what she was saying but not fully grasping on her words. "Yeah and what?" Clarissa sighs before continuing. "Y/n, that same student is missing and I have reason to believe that Leonora's behind it." "Leonora couldn't be behind this, I never even told her what happened." You respond defensively in an effort to defend your wife, who was not present to speak for herself. The headmaster started to speak up, "Y/n, when you arrived did Leonora touch you in any way? Like maybe a hug, or on the hand, leg? Anywhere?" "Yes, when I arrived she held my hands." As you come to the realization that Leonora read your mind, your voice falters.

Opening the door to her office, you couldn't spot your redheaded wife. You asked several guards and each of them either told you that they were given a command not to tell you or they didn't know. You had just about given up when you heard a loud sharp scream coming from below. You thought is just the Nevers being Nevers but the scream came again and you realised that it was too high pitched to be a Never's scream. After rushing down the stairs, you arrived at the door and pulled the lever to open it. There she was, with her axe right on the Everboy's neck and devil smirk across her lips.

"Leonora." You called out and her attention turns to you and she has a stunned look on her face. You walk towards her and take the axe out of her arm. "What are you doing here?" Leonora asks you and you scoff. "Me? What are YOU doing? Leonora you could get fired from here, even worse banished by the school board." "You can't expect me to let go off the fact that this snob prince tried to put his hands all over you." "But he didn't since you read my mind you would know that." "Did I? May bad." She says sending a sarcastic smile to you and you respond back with an eye roll. "I'm serious, Leo, I couldn't lost you to prison, or death." Now Leonora's eyes showed a hint of sympathy, it wasn't her intention to hurt you, she wanted to avenge for you. Taking the axe out of your hand she places it on the ground and wraps her arms round you. "I'm sorry, Darling, I didn't want to hurt you, all I wanted was you get revenge for you." You pull away slightly from the hug and place a soft passionate kiss on her lips which she happily responds to. "I know and I appreciate how much you care for me, so could you please let this dickhead go so we can have some fun for the rest of the day?" Leonora laughs at your insult and reluctantly agrees. Personally, if it wasn't for Clarissa you would've let Leonora continue to do whatever she was gonna do, he deserves it anyway.

The sound of chains falling to the ground brings you out of your thoughts and you see the disgusting prince getting up from the chair rubbing his wrists and whining in pain. "Ouch it hurts." Rolling her eyes, Leonora just pushes him forward to leave. "Yeah, yeah go cry about it to your daddy, oh wait, you can't you have daddy issues." The Everboy just runs in tears but not before you trip him with your feet and kick him hard in the stomach. "Oops, my bad." After a while he finally leaves. "You know we're gonna receive an ear full from Clarissa." You say wrapping your arms around your wife's neck, placing a kiss on her lips. "Don't worry I told him earlier that if he says a word, the boogeymen will come after him." You both burst into laughter before cooling down. "Dumb Evers." You say walking out of the room hand in hand with Leonora.

"What is this room anyway?" "The Doom Room." "It's real? All this time I thought it was just a myth." "Well now you know, and maybe one day we could come here and have a good time." You playfully hit her shoulder. "What? This room is not only adequate for punishing students but punishing naughty wives too." "Oh really?" "Mhm." "Will just have to see about that. Closing the door behind you, you both climb about the stairs before reaching Leonora's office and spending the day talking, laughing and reading while drinking some glasses of wine.

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