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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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Could you do these prompts, with Lady Lesso and y/n. However you want to do it I don't mind

Heyyy @principal-weems09 !! I wrote all three for you, with a song on the side 🤭 Thanks for the request, babes! Hope you Enjoy 💋

Careful What You Wish For ~Lady Lesso xFem Professor!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#27. “If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower?!”

#40. “Right here? Really?…”

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, little angst, little fluff, little smut, strap-fucking, kissing, confession of feelings, praise kink, mommy kink, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

You’d categorize your relationship between you and Lesso as, well, complicated…

You were a new teacher at the school, and you were the first Never and Ever teacher. You taught English and History, having a classroom in the library. Adjustments had been going well. You had good connections with your colleagues, especially Emma and Clarissa.

Of course, nothing was perfect. The chunk in your armor was Leonora Lesso. She confused the hell out of you. She was snarky and a bitch. But she was like that to everyone…?

With the new joining of the two schools, Lesso seemed to have extra hatred for you, specifically. And the age gap, different level of experience, and power dynamic did not help. Hell, she was twice your age (if not more), had been teaching for decades, and co-dean of the entire school.

Deep down you also knew that something else was going on with you in regards to the one and only dean of evil. Even with her snarky taunts and wicked comments, you still got butterflies whenever you spoke to the woman. Followed by aching in your heart as you remembered the woman practically hates you.

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You entered the new, Never & Ever teachers lounge with a sigh. It was your off period for the day and you were hoping to get some grading done on a literature essay you’d assigned to your students. But as you went to go sit down at one of the tables, you noticed Emma and Clarissa whispering by the couches.

Clarissa caught your gaze and immediately tapped Emma, and they both turned around, quietly beconning you to come join them in a hushed tone. You put your things down and went over to them.

“What…?” You asked.

They both shushed you and Clarissa quickly patted the chair next to her and across from Emma for you to sit.

“What is it…??” You whispered.

The women exchanged glances before pulling in even closer to the circle.

“Not to gossip—” Clarissa began in a hushed tone, but was interrupted by Emma’s hand dramatically tapped Clarissa’s thigh and a stern ‘oh really…?!’ look.

Clarissa stuck her tongue out playfully before continuing, “Anyways… Last night I was getting ready for my nightly bathing ritual, and now with the Never/Ever shared bathrooms… I ran into Leo.”

Clarissa called Lesso ‘Leo’, and Emma called her ‘Leonora’ but you never dared call her anything rather than ‘Professor’ or ‘Lesso’…

“Well not really…” Clarissa continued in her hushed tone, “I didn’t see her… I… I heard her…”

“What…?” You whispered, “What do you mean…?”

Emma smirked at your slight ignorance and her eyes flickered looked down to hide her reaction.

“I heard her moaning, Y/N…” Clarissa whispered.

Your eyes widened.

“You heard her moaning…?”

It hasn’t clicked for you yet…

“Yes. But Y/N… I heard her moaning, Y/N…”

“Oh—OhhHhh…” you stuttered, your face turning red.

Suddenly you felt Emma’s hand embrace yours.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone…” she whispered, “for either of your sakes… It’s up to you what you do with that knowledge…”

You gulped.

~~~

You had decided to do nothing about that knowledge but overthink it. The weekend had come around at a decent pace, and you were spending your Friday evening still grading those essays…

Maybe giving each and every one of your students an essay assignment was not your best idea… you thought to yourself, cringing a bit on the inside with the amount of work your gave yourself.

You took a deep breath, going to pour yourself some more tea. As you sat back down, you heard a sudden rap! of Lesso’s signature cane on your door. It startled you slightly and your cheeks flushed red, the comment from earlier rushing back into your mind.

“I… Uhh—Come in…!” You chocked out.

The door swung open as the red head entered your classroom with a strut and a slam of the door.

“Oh…—! Professor…! What… What can I help you with…?” You stuttered, your face deepening in its shades of red by the second, your eyes looking anywhere but her gaze.

“What we’re you thinking?!” Lesso snarled.

You gulped and shivers ran down your spine.

“I… What…?” You stuttered, completely frozen.

“You let one of my Never students off the hook for the detentions I assigned?!!” She jeered.

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened as the woman stalked towards you. Your lip started to quiver slightly.

“You imbecile. stupid. idiotic girl…” Lesso sneered, “You do that again and you’ll deeply regret it…”

“She… She didn’t… deserve it…” you stuttered.

Lesso was now inches apart from you, and towering above you as you trembled in your chair.

“Pathetic.” Lesso snarled, “Don’t. Do. It. Again.”

Your breathing was completely uneven and you couldn’t help the tear that escaped your eye. At this, Lesso placed her hands on either side of the chair, getting in your face.

“Right here? Really? You gonna cry like a baby…??” She sneered.

Another tear escaped your eyes and then another.

“Stop, please stop…” you chocked out, pushing the red head away.

The red head huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes. It made your blood boil.

“I hate you…” she muttered.

“Do you, now??” You choked out, annoyed now yourself.

“Yes.” She gritted out, “You’re incompetent, useless, and diffic—”

“If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower?!” You blurted out, interrupting the red head.

At your words, a myriad of emotions washed over Lesso’s face. Then before you could say another thing, her lips crashed into yours. You whimpered into the kiss, as the red head pulled you up from your chair and onto your desk. The red head was eager to ravage your lips but you pulled away slightly. At the sign of your hesitation, Lesso immediately began searching your face concerningly.

“I… I don’t understand…” you stuttered, your eyes looking away from Lesso’s gaze.

Lesso looked down in shame.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” she spoke softly, “I didn’t mean all those things I said…”

You said nothing.

“I… I like you…” she continued, “And don’t know how to express it…”

You looked back up at her, to see her eyes full of vulnerable sadness and concern. She tried to pull you closer, but you jerked back slightly.

“Why didn’t you just say that…? Why were you so mean…?” You whispered, another year rolling down your cheeks.

“I guess I’m the cliche of ‘picking on a girl because I like her’…” Lesso chuckled lightly.

This made you giggle slightly. Lesso face lit up at your sounds.

“Maybe ask me out on a date, first…?” You chuckled.

~~~

It had been a few days since Lesso had asked you out, and you guys had gone to dinner. It had gone pretty well, all things considered. But only a few days later, as you sat in your chair, grading once more, the red head barged into your classroom for the second time. She startled you, coming up to, and so you stood up.

“What, what is it…?” You asked concerned.

The red heads pupils were blown out of proportion as she came up flush against you, meeting your gaze.

“I… I want you…” Lesso lustfully panted.

Your breath hitched at her words.

“But I want it to be on your terms… please…” Lesso pled.

You cupped the back of Lesso’s neck with your hand and gently pulled her lips forward and onto yours. This kiss was a lot more gentle than the last. Lesso was still the obvious dominant one, but she led this kiss with less vigor and more care.

“Is this okay…?” She murmered into your lips, as she guided her own hands to your hips.

You nodded breathlessly, throwing your arms around the red heads shoulders and jumping into her arms, your legs wrapping around her waist.

“More than okay…” you muttered, crashing your lips against hers once more.

Lesso moaned into your mouth at your eagerness, as she carried you out of your classroom.

Thank goodness it was late and no one was out in the corridors…

“Your place or mine…?” She murmured into the kiss.

“Yours is closer…” you muttered into her lips.

With that, Lesso moaned into your lips in agreement as she carried you to your private quarters.

~~~

Damn, this woman had resolve…

And you weren’t one to complain… She was always checking in with you, and you were to use the safe word if you were uncomfortable. But she hadn’t done anything to cause you to even consider stopping her…

~~~

“Fuck fuck fuck—!!” You cried out, as Lesso was pounding into you with her favorite strap.

“That’s it, Baby… Lemme hear your screams…” Lesso encouraged.

Lesso then hit a particular spongey spot inside you, causing you to keel over, spiraling the edge once again.

“Fuck… Mommy!” You screamed, reaching your upteenth climax of the night.

At this, Lesso froze for a minute.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You stuttered out.

“Don’t apologize, Baby…” Lesso purred, as she started thrusting into you again helping you ride out your orgasm.

You whimpered at this.

~~~

Pretty soon, Lesso brought you to yet another impending high.

“Leo M’mmm gonna cum…!!” You moaned out desperately.

“What’s my name, baby…?” Lesso wickedly purred in your ear.

“Leo—!!” You cried out.

Lesso tutted you, shaking her head.

“Try again…” she warily purred.

“Mommy please—!!!”

“That’s a good girl…” the red head purred.

~~~

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 1 year

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I’m Yours!- Lady Lesso X EverTeacherFemReader!

Synopsis: You couldn’t hide anymore, you never wanted to hide to begin with.

Warnings: It’s a song fic (sorry?) but adjusted to fit, angst (with a happy ending of course), let me know if I missed any. Not proof read so I apologize for any errors.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: YAY! I’m so glad I finished this. This is shorter than I wanted it but I got it longer than I had it! Song is ‘Secret Love Song’ by Little Mix, and I used a sentence from ‘Secret Love Song pt.2’. I have a few more Lesso fic ideas, one in the works but I work full time AND I’m currently moving so, as of now there’s not a time guarantee for release.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly welcomed!

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During the meeting about the joining of the schools, there was only one thing you could pay attention to. Only one person. And that was the Dean, not the Dean of your school though. No, there was something that only you and the Dean Of Evil knew. You and her knew that it wasn't allowed, that no one would approve, but that is what made the desire for each other even stronger than it was already.

You and Lady Lesso were together, or at least you thought you were. The way she would entirely disregard you when any one else was around had you wondering if the fact that you were an Ever professor was the reason, or something else. Sure, you knew that you couldn't be seen together in the way you want, you couldn't hold her the way you yearned to when you were outside of her quarters, but that didn't make it any easier.

Everybody was dismissed from the meeting, and you would've known that if you were paying literally any attention. You were so consumed with your thoughts that you hadn't even realized that you were the only one left in the room, everyone besides Dovey.

You heard some shuffling, "Y/n, what is going on? Something's been off with you."

You looked up from that, seemingly, interesting spot on the table to see that everyone else in the room had left. How had you not heard her cane or her heels as she left? Did Lesso even spare you a glance?

You didn't want to tell Dovey what was actually going on, you knew she wouldn't possibly understand, "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Come on, you can talk to me."

You sighed and the tears were instantly welling up in your eyes, "We keep behind closed doors and every time I see her, I die a little more."

Dovey's face shifted, no longer hiding the worry she had for you, "What are you-"

"The stolen moments that we steal will never be enough. Every second, every thought, we're in so deep but we'll never show it on our faces." You wiped the stray tear from your cheek.

"I don't, I don't understand..." You knew it.

You stood from your seat, just wanting this conversation to be over, "I know you don't, and you probably never will. I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down, she and I will have to hide on the outside, where I can't be hers and she can't be mine."

"Y/n, who? Who is this woman? I'm sure it's not truly like this." Dovey spoke softly, as if her sweet smile and wave of her hand would make it all better.

That. That is why you didn't want to talk with Clarissa about this. After all, she is practically the sole reason you have to hide your relationship. She’s the reason you can’t brag about your girlfriend, why you can’t show off your perfect Leo.

"We've got a love that is hopeless, and we both know that. Why can't she hold me in the corridors? Why can't I kiss her on the dance floor?" You remembered back to the spring ball, when Lesso explicitly said that any physical closeness wasn’t allowed in public.

A distinctive voice sounded from behind you, a voice you know well, "I wish it could be like that."

You turned around to be faced with the owner of the voice. Lady Lesso was standing just a few feet behind you in the doorway. Her face stoic, you saw through her though. You knew there was something deep within her that she wasn't ready to reveal.

Agitation joined your sadness when you wiped another tear, "Why can't we be like that? ‘Cause, I'm yours! I’m, yours…"

Lesso took a deep breath as she began walking towards you. Dovey became invisible the moment you two locked eyes, neither of you could care less if she witnesses this interaction, whatever this may turn out be. As she got closer to you, you saw the way she was truly feeling hidden deep within her eyes. You could see the longing in them, this was destroying her as much as it was you.

She reached out as if she wanted to touch you, but she stopped just shy of the skin on your upper arm, "I'm living for the day-"

A scoff escaped your lips before you could even think about stopping it, "Someday, right?"

"It's... Lady Lesso? That's who you were talking about?" You closed your eyes with a light groan, not bothering to turn towards the Dean Of Good.

"Yes, I was talking about my Leo." You opened yours eyes again, instantly entranced with the small smile Lesso had at the sound of her nickname on your tongue.

Dovey abruptly spoke up, "But- Nevers and Evers don't date! It's the biggest rule!"

"FUCK YOUR RULES!" You snapped as you turned back to face Dovey, you could tell your little outburst surprised both her and Lesso

"Why can't I say that I'm in love?! I wanna shout it from the rooftops!" You weren't sure what you were feeling. "I am so tired of hiding, I'm done with it. I won't hide us anymore. And I don't care what you say or what anyone else has to say."

You turned back to Lesso, letting yourself free of the binds that were constricting you both.

You placed your hand on Lesso's cheek, "It's obvious you're meant for me. Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly."

Something new glinted in her eyes and she didn’t waste any more time. One of her hands went to your waist and the other to your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

A kiss that shared all the emotions you two had felt. The longing, the anticipation, the love, the fear, all of it, you could feel it all.

You couldn’t help but pull her into you, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her impossibly close. Everything but her left your mind, where you were, who all was there, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because you had your Leo.

Your lungs were burning with the need for air, only then did the two of you pull back from one another. Your foreheads rested together and you subtly began toying with the baby hairs on the back of Lesso’s neck. The moment was great and all-consuming, until it was forcefully broken.

Dovey had yet to wrap her head around this. One of her lovely Ever teachers and the Dean Of Evil? Together?

You should’ve expected this reaction, but it’s not the reaction you wanted.

“You two- for how long?” Lesso moved to face Dovey, unconsciously pulling you slightly behind her.

You weren’t sure why, but you liked how her protecting you became second nature to her. You both knew you could take care of yourself, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t like to be taken care of every once in a while.

“For about a year.” Lesso replied nearly stone cold, she already knew the kind of things Dovey had to say and she wasn’t having any part of that.

“That’s, that’s great!”

“Huh?”

“What?” Both you and Lesso questioned simultaneously, not quite sure if you heard what you actually had.

“I said it’s great! This is perfect for the unification!” She clasped her hands together in front of her with delight.

Both you and Lesso kind of froze for a moment, before ultimately realizing that this just means you won’t have to deal with Dovey being down your throats, and maybe that you could start showing each other off more, well, just start.

Lesso leaned towards you just slightly, “I’m not even going to question it, let’s take it as our leave and go.”

You silently nodded in agreement. Just as Dovey opened her mouth to speak again, you and Lesso swiftly turned out of the room.

Your hand joined with hers as you walked the corridors, matching smiles on your faces, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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dovessoiscanon · 1 year

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Me: threatens to end my fic on a tragic and very much non-fluffy note with Lesso dead and Dovey living with the knowledge that they were both in love but were too scared to confess

Me after reading the comments:

#dovesso #clarissa dovey #leonora lesso #professor dovey #lady lesso #lady lesso x professor dovey #ao3 fic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #angst

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ilovehugslikealotalot · 27 days

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Everything to Me

sum: Leonora seems to have gained interest in a certain Ever Professor

based on: the song She by Dodie

WARNINGS: fluff, slight hint of angst, forbidden love, happy ending!, soft!lesso, mentions of jealousy, Dovey being a little matchmaker :), gentle!reader, shy!reader

(Not proof read)

Lesso watched as the Princess she walked into the dining hall, every morning, she’s show up on time always looking flawless. Sometimes a Pep in her step appeared when she’d walk in after a night out with a suitor, though, they never seemed to work out, much to Lesso’s delight.

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at

Leonora smiled at the Princess as she sat next to her with her plate filled with pancakes and other breakfast foods. Leonora found herself looking at her with a softness and adoration would’ve surely confused the head Master as to why he placed the Dean into the School For Evil.

The Redhead enjoyed watching her smile and snort at jokes made at the table. She was the most prim and properly Princess but, In Lesso’s eyes, she was surely the most gorgeous. She wondered how a woman could look so ethereal and authentic at the same time.

After breakfast with the staff, Lesso and Y/n had a ritual of going on a morning walk, slowly making their way through the garden. Their arms linked as they took in the sight of sweet Magnolia’s and the warm gaze of the sun.

Leonora swore that she could smell the Lemongrass from where she stood, but knew it was from the woman next to her who still complained about wanting to take a nap. “Ooh! Remember when we took a photo here, it was so peaceful with the stars just sparkling above us” She exclaimed, sitting on the stone bench with that bright grin on her face, “I do remember, Princess, I still have the polaroid in my office if you’d ever like to see it.”

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture

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Clarissa made Leonora stay behind at a meeting that evening, nothing how the woman had been spending so much time with the Princess. She could sense the pure love radiating from the two. No one could deny what was happening, not even the headmaster. “You must tell her how you feel, Leonora! You need to tell her before it’s too late!” The golden haired woman exclaimed, flailing her arms about knowing that Lesso would lose the girl sooner or later if she didn’t make a move.

“There’s nothing to tell her, Clarissa..” She whispered lowly, knowing that if she did confess she’s ruin y/n’s chance at a happliy ever after. She couldn’t take that away from her, no she couldn’t do that.

Afterall, Lesso was a Never and Y/n was an Ever. It was forbidden, no way they could pass the trial by tale, right?

I'd never tell No I'd never say a word

Clarissa pouted with a huff before exiting the room most likely plotting some other scheme, but Leonora was okay, admiring the other woman across the room even if it was for a moment. She enjoyed watching her hair perfectly fall on her shoulders and cascading down her back. Her warm and lovable smile, that laugh that was inviting. Not to mention her face was nothing less of perfection.

Lesso was comfortable, standing next to her while she greeted her students with a smile, which they returned and shyed away once they noticed the intimidating Dean next to her. They were fools not to see what they had, everyone did, even the more up tight Evers.

Though, the uneasy feeling in Lesso’s stomach never changed when she saw Y/n talking with an Ever prince that seemed to take a liking to her. Everytime her concerns were proved wrong, that was because y/n never liked any of them she said.

And oh it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

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“Leo! Leo! Look at what I found in the garden!” Y/n exclaimed, carefully holding something in her soft hands, as she stopped in front of the redhead, she smiled brightly holding out the delicate flower. It looked as tough as it did peaceful. “Hm, Black Dahlia, my favorite, you remembered?” Leonora smiled subtly, taking the flower in her own hands and admiring it.

“Of course I did! How could I forget my favorite person’s favorite flower?” Y/n felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, the ache in her neck from looking up at Lesso, seemed to disappear. The woman infront of her held back a wide grin, “You are very thoughtful, princess” she complimented, running her thumb on the Ever professor’s chin. Gathering what ever courage she had left and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, sweet thing”

Even though, y/n y/l/n would always love Leonora Lesso but she could never verbalize it. As for Leonora, she would never feel the warmth of love from the person she truly loved. And that was true Evil.

So there they were again, another gala another night that they longed for each other. Stolen glances and subtle flirting seemed to tempt even the Headmaster into matchmaking the two.

and I'll be okay Admiring from afar

As the night fell, the more people retired to their respective rooms. Lesso was left to walk y/n back, the moon and stars lighting the way. It seemed like it was only last night that it was y/n’s first day teaching at The School for Good. They walked hand in hand as the Castle sat in the darkness the lights inside now putting the moon to shame. Lesso wished this was forever, she never allowed herself rk think that way especially about things people that aren’t hers. But for now, she allowed herself to think about it even for a moment. Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

”That was nice, I always enjoy our time together!” She beamed, any traces of sleepiness leaving her. “I do too, sweet girl”

They stood their for a few minutes sitting in comforting silence, “Now that I think of it, I don’t want you walking in that cold. You’ll stay with me” Y/n stated, pulling her in by the jacket sleeve, “Woah, I haven’t even asked you out yet” Leo joked, chuckling to herself, though, y/n’s remained still her face now shying from Lesso’s gaze. “Don’t go all turtle on me now, Princess” she cooed, pulling her closer on for the Professor to tuck her face in Lesso’s jacket.

“Why haven’t you asked me out yet, Leo?” Y/n seriously questioned, looking up at the redhead with tears. It now came as a realization to the Dean that her preception of reality was not the same as y/n’s. “I‘ve dropped countless hints, I followed Dovey’s advice, I did everything I could think of! Do you not like me? Are you just leading me on?” She asked, already sniffling from the anticipation of the answer.

“What? No!” Lesso responded, clutching the Princess close, “No, you don’t like me?” Y/n let out a sob that could’ve woken up half of the castle if Lesso hadn’t shut her mouth. “I mean that I’m not leading you on, Yes, of course I like you, I think I might…love you” Lesso confessed, a weight leaving her shoulders as she held her close.

“I love you, Leonora Lesso” y/n choked out, pulling Lesso down for a long awaited kiss, “I love you most, y/n y/l/n”

Yes she means everything to me She means everything to me.

Lesso would feel the Love of the one she truly wanted and this time it meant a Happily Ever After for both of them.

#lady lesso #leonora lesso #school for good and evil #clarissa dovey #professor dovey #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #proud of this one

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hxzxrdous · 11 months

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It's gonna sound dark asf but Lady Lesso x Never!student!reader goes missing for like a couple of days maybe Rafal kidnapped the reader and then they found her like at the edge of the forest or something and she's really hurt. I'MMM THIRSTY FOR ANGST

The School for Good and Evil

Platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader

TW: Kidnapping, blood, angst, hurt, dark dark so dark I can't see sh*t

HOPE

Lady Lesso sat in her office, immersed in preparing the materials for tomorrow's Curses & Death Traps class for the second-year Nevers. Her door stood wide open, and amidst a clutter of books and paperwork, she sat at her desk, lost in profound contemplation. A jumble of books lay scattered across the room, topped by a stack of paperwork. Beside the documents, a half-consumed cup of tea sat, accompanied by another cup nearby. It was obvious that she had no intention of taking a break that day.

Sighing, the dean gazed out of her window, observing the encroaching darkness and imminent storm. She rose from her seat, her cane rhythmically tapping against the floor. Peering into the night shrouded by the storm, a tired expression on her face as she contemplated the forthcoming task of patrolling the dormitories.

The night remained surprisingly calm, punctuated only by the echoing clicks of Lady Lesso's heels, the rhythmic taps of her cane, and the creaking of doors. However, that changed when she entered one of the dormitories and noticed that one of the beds was unoccupied.

Inspecting it closely, she approached the empty bed. She looks down at the bare mattress, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. She runs one of her well-manicured finger over the pillow before looking around the room and points her cane to one of the girl.

"You. Tell me who sleeps here. Now."

"Y/N Y/L/N sleeps there, ma'am. She went to the bathroom an hour ago but she still hasn't come back." The girl replied, sitting up on her bed.

Determined to investigate, Lady Lesso promptly strode towards the bathroom, only to find it devoid of any presence.

Lady Lesso would've been angry if she wasn't so worried.

The usually-composed Lady Lesso seemed quite troubled. She walked back over to the dormitory and to the bare mattress and stood by it, looking down. She looked back over at the girls in the room, frustration mingled with her growing worry.

"Has she acted oddly at all recently? I'm not sure what could be the reason for her to suddenly disappear..." Lady Lesso asked.

"No, ma'am, she seemed fine." The same girl answered.

With a heavy atmosphere weighing upon her, the late hour compelled her to consider waiting until the following morning to see if Y/N would be present in class. However, unease permeated her thoughts as she dreaded the possibilities that layed ahead.

Sighing, Lady Lesso ran her hand through her hair, glancing back at the vacant mattress. She furrowed her brow in frustration and concern, not wanting to burden the girls with her own fears. After all, they needed a good night's sleep for the class tomorrow.

"Very well... If she remains missing tomorrow, we will revisit this matter as a priority. Rest now."

With a hint of reluctance, she made her way to the door.

The next morning, Lady Lesso made her way to the same dorm, this time with a few other professors in tow. They checked the room again, but still found no sign of Y/N. Lady Lesso's concern has now turned to full-blown worry, and she called for the other professors to check every room at the school. When they also came up empty-handed, she began giving out orders about organising a full-scale search for the missing student.

The school day continues in a frenzy of panic, with everyone on high alert for any sign of Y/N. Both the faculty members of The School of Evil and The School of Good set aside their rivalries, uniting in their mission to find Y/N.

After hours of frantic searching, the professors all met in the main hall, providing any information they had discovered. Lady Lesso looked exhausted, and she sinked into the chair on the podium.

"We have searched every inch of this place and we haven't found her... She has just vanished without a trace..." Lesso tapped her cane in frustration.

Clarissa Dovey, the dean of the School of Good, responded, concern etched in her eyes, "We can't continue the search, Lesso. The rain is much too heavy. The lightning could be dangerous. Let's not even mention the wind."

Clarissa's words just made Lesso feel more helpless and desperate to know what has happened.

"What are we supposed to do now? Give up? Just wait until tomorrow?" Lady Lesso asked with exasperation, clearly on edge at the thought of having to spend the rest of today just sitting here doing nothing.

"I've lost one of my students... I just can't stand by and wait. We have to do SOMETHING, anything!" She stood up from her chair. She was angry. Angry at the professors, angry at the storm, and angry at herself.

"She couldn't just disappear without a trace- She must be somewhere. Perhaps we continue the search inside the school today?" Dovey suggested.

Lady Lesso listened to Dovey's words, and sighed. She was right, it isn't like a student can just disappear out of thin air. She had to be here, somewhere.

Lady Lesso gave a nod of approval, her face a mask of determination. She looked across the other teachers, and made a motion for them to get ready.

"Come on, we've got the school to search."

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There was no trace of Y/N. Lady Lesso was in her office, standing infront of the window, looking outside. Somehow the night was even darker tonight and it felt like the storm and the lightning every now and there was mocking the dean and the whole school.

She sighed and rubbed her temples in frustration. It had been two days of searching now, two nights of her unable to sleep, and they still haven't found Y/N. She couldn't help but feel angry at herself for failing to protect her student. She tried to distract herself with the paperwork stacked on her desk but it was too late to worry about that now.

Suddenly, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She turned towards the door, all of her senses on edge... It must be just her imagination from the lack of sleep.

"Leonora of Gavaldon." An icy cold voice from the dark corner whispered.

Lady Lesso's grip on her cane tightened as she heard the voice, taking a step back. She took a deep breath in, and stared at the figure in shock, her heart was racing but she managed to keep her composure.

"Rafal, what are you doing here?" She asked, her voice sharp.

Rafal reached into his cloak, pulling a familiar strand of hair out of his pocket, dropping it onto the floor. And just like he appeared out of nowhere, he disappeared out of nowhere too.

The lightning flashed as Lady Lesso stared down at the strand of hair, fear and worry rising within her. She stood frozen, her eyes slowly looking up in horror. A cold, bitter feeling rose within her as she took in the horrible realization of what that meant.

A shiver goes down her spine and she lets out a shaky breath, whispering to herself.

"What have you done to her, Rafal?"

The next day as soon as the storm weakened and the sun rose, the search continued. The birds were chirping happily, sunshine rays hit the water droplets on the dewed grass, however the air was heavy in contradiction of the weather.

Lady Lesso's head turned so quickly she almost snapped her neck when she heard a couple of professors calling for the dean. They found Y/N. The dean's chest felt heavy as she started walking towards the sound of the professors screaming. She realised she wished they hadn't found Y/N. Not in this state. She could see the girl's body in a pool of blood from the far distance. The red colour complimenting the bright green colour of the grass.

Lady Lesso gasped as she saw the body... She couldn't believe it. She had hoped that she'd be wrong about her fears, but that... That couldn't be real. And yet, it was real. Her heart felt like a rock in her chest, and the world spinned in her vision. If it weren't for the support of her cane, she'd drop to the floor.

She kneeled down next to the body, staring down in horror at the bloody scene... She felt sick, her stomach twisting itself in knots. She reached out for the student's face which was cold to the touch, the girl's eyes open and staring sightless back at the dean.

"No... Oh, no... Y/N... Please, be alive-"

Lady Lesso put her silver nail-painted finger against the girl's neck, searching for any sign of life... And then she felt a faint thump. Maybe... just maybe... there was hope.

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annie-creates · 1 year

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The roses you sowed

Pairing: jealous Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1600

Note: OMG guys I just got my first request! Of course you can ask and I shall deliver. Hope this is gonna be up to your expectation dear. This is a free continuation of Barely a friend (can be read as a series or separately). I have a good idea for a third final (happy) part, but I'll only write it if I get a request for it so feel free to slide into my inbox.

Down and burned out. That’s how you have felt for the past two weeks. And the reason for that was just one, Lady Lesso. Your now ex-lover and friend who you thought you’ll surpass the whole world with. Everything was going so good at first. You became friends, then lovers. You’d spent so many little and big moments together, watching the stars, dancing under the moon, or just talking and reading together. You thought you’ll become the fated couple, the one true love no one could keep apart. Your happily ever after.

That was until she said you’re just a waste of space and time. The fact she took you for just a fuck buddy in the end broke your heart. You were too innocent, too naïve, too good for such evil truth. You didn’t want to believe it at first. Every morning you hoped it was just a bad dream, a nightmare the wicked spirits prepared to torment you. And every day you were broken a bit more to find out it was actually the harsh reality.

You became more distant and colder, something all your colleagues and even some students took notice of. You were still the sweet and caring Y/n, yet you never smiled anymore, your answers lacked compassion and your outfits were made of cold dark tones. Even the dean of good herself got a bit worried about your state. But nobody knew why the sudden change. How could they? You and Lesso always kept your somewhat relationship secret. No one could know the reputable dean of evil shares bed with the cute little teacher of good.

You carefully hang up a flower garland around the hall, preparing the place for the arrival of royal families. Your school hosted an annual meeting every year, welcoming new princes and princesses who finished their own story. The new winner had a chance to meet their seasoned counterparts and the first year students had new heroes to look up to. Maybe you’d consider inviting the villains too, if only they’d win anything in the last hundred years.

You busied yourself with preparations as you couldn’t stand standing around all day doing nothing. It gave you too much time to think and with thinking dark thoughts came immediately. So you offered yourself to decorate the room and prepare the menu, running it by the kitchen chief. Professor Dovey was happy you decided to involve yourself, it might be good for your mental health. You needed to get out of your shell soon, or you’ll become one dark stormy cloud.

As you were manipulating the flowers to look exactly how you ideated, you leaned over just a little too much and the stepladder under you gave up leaving you to fall to the ground. You screamed in shock, yet you didn’t painfully land on your butt as you imagined. Rather in strong hands that kept you safe from the hard floor. You slowly opened your eyes not sure you wanted to see where you ended up.

“Hello.” a sweet man’s voice greeted you. “Hope you didn’t get hurt too much?”

You couldn’t help but smile back for the first time in weeks. “No, thanks to you. I believe you saved my ass and my pride.”

“No need to thank me, it was my pleasure. Saving princesses in trouble is kinda my job.” he jokes.

“And it is my job to be polite mister..?” you looked at him questioningly.

“The name is prince Phillip my lady.” he smirks at you with a toothpaste commercial worthy smile.

“Well Mr. Phillip I think it’s time you put me down.” you remind him politely, not flirting too much but still enjoying his company.

“I wouldn’t mind carrying you around tho.” he remarks but sets you gently down regardless.

“Are you here for the hero celebration? It’s still two days till then.” you curiously ask.

“Yes, I came early to take care of other business too. And maybe I could help you out a little since I’m already here? You know, so that you don’t risk your life on the ladder again.” he offers.

You gladly agreed, hoping to get the work done faster and maybe have someone to talk to while doing it. Prince Phillip turned out to be educated, funny and actually not at all self-centered. You laughed with him and for a minute forgot to be the sad gloomy teacher. When you finished, he accompanied you to dinner and you offered to show him around the castle tomorrow. Neither of you noticed the redhead piercing you with her eyes the whole time. You’ve spent too much time pining after her when she wouldn’t spare you a glance to care now.

Leonora was desperately trying to convince herself she doesn’t care. She was just fucking you, and she can fuck anyone. Who cares you seem to be vanishing in front of her eyes? Who cares you look like you haven’t slept in a month? She doesn’t. So why should she care that you have a prince dancing around you? Taking you out? Making you laugh? Holding your hands? She definitely doesn’t. She isn’t one to care.

Except she does. And she can’t stand the image of you being happy with somebody else. Nobody should be allowed to make you laugh but her. She has to divert her eyes every time she sees you walking around the gardens with him. She feels like throwing up seeing him holding your waist. She has felt many emotions in her life. She felt satisfaction of torturing her failing students. She felt malicious glee secretly destroying Dovey’s flower beds. But she has never felt such jealousy like she felt now and she hated it.

Leonora Lesso was jealous. Jealous of the way this stupid prince was looking at you. Jealous of the fact he made you laugh. Jealous you let him touch you so intimately nobody else but she did. She tried avoiding you, having sex with someone else, burying herself in piles of work. But nothing could take this foul feeling of jealousy away. It was eating her alive every time she set eyes on you and your seemingly undetachable prince charming.

On the night of the hero welcoming she wished to be anywhere but here. She didn’t care to dress up, it’s not like she planned to spend more time than absolutely necessary. Opting to keep her standard attire of tailored suit and cane, hoping to blend in as much as possible. Yet her eyes were unconsciously looking for her princess in the crowd. And they found her as she stepped into the room, all dolled up, on the hand of the prince. She looked ethereal, like a fairy tale gone real. And Lesso wished nothing more than to be the one whose hand she’s holding.

Lesso clutched her cane so hard her knuckles were going white as she watched you dancing the night away, laughing and drinking with the foolish prince. She even contemplated arranging a little accident. Falling off of the astronomy tower suddenly didn’t sound so bad for the prince. If only looks could kill, hers would be deadly now. Sadly they can’t, so it did nothing but bother her and her alone, having to witness your rendezvous.

“Well you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” Dovey’s cheery voice snapped Lesso out of her murderous thoughts.

“And you find it surprising?” the dean of evil countered, she was never happy to make an appearance at such events, but it was her unpleasant duty.

“Maybe try to cheer yourself up a little, loosen up. You might find the ball surprisingly entertaining.” with unsolicited advice the dean of good got lost in the crowd with her glass of punch.

I’d find it entertaining cutting this fool’s head of, Lesso thought. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t do that. So she had to painfully stand around and watch you being lost in this dude’s eyes and dumb hero stories for at least half an hour more before she could inconspicuously disappear. Good thing is she didn’t have to see you the whole day after that, making excuses of being intoxicated from the night before. It was a lie, she barely had a glass of champagne. But she rather locked herself in her bedroom than risking seeing you with the dipshit again.

That was until the afternoon teachers’ meeting. Lesso didn’t rush to the library, knowing she’ll have to face your probably too happy face. What she didn’t expect was prince perfect standing by the table too. But she knew better than to ask questions and appear too interested in the good school’s business. She took her place by the head of the table, Dovey sitting across from her.

“Good afternoon. It is my pleasure to start this meeting with happy news.” the dean of good took the word. “Prince Phillip agreed to be so kind and join our staff. I believe he will lead our students to their amazing abilities and victories.”

Half the table started clapping but Lesso was having none of it. Her face was void of emotions, just blankly staring at the table. The rest of the meeting flew right pass her not keeping attention on anything. He’s staying. The poor excuse of a hero is staying, teaching right by your side at the school for good. You’re gonna share your methods and knowledge with him. He’s gonna take you away form her… more than he already has. And she can’t do anything about it. She’s reaping the roses she sowed.

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sere-rine · 1 year

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~The Latter One~

SGE <Movie Edition> fanfiction. Lady Lesso x Fem reader.

A/N: In this imagine, the normal fiction stories to us are non fiction to them since it really happened. (Just Clarifying)

Warnings: Angst

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If Y/n Charming is sunshine, Lady Lesso is definitely a rainstorm. So opposite, there are placed on the other side of the spectrum. Yet when their lips collided on the middle of the cold dark room of Lady Lesso one night, they are perfect for each other. She have finally found her true love... or so Y/n thought.

You are running through the halls of the school of good trying to get to the library where peace and quiet can embrace your tired ears. Trying to get away from the dining hall where chaos resides between Evers and Nevers.

Once you got to open the library doors, you heave a sigh. What a serene place to be, where imagination can run free from these books. Literary works from your world, these non-fiction stories that are made by your parents, parents’ friends, and others like Hercules, Robin Hood, Little Red Riding Hood, can really bring you an inspiration and motivation.

You wonder and look through the books hoping to find a book to read until you found yourself on the second floor of the library. You lean in onto the railings and scan the whole library. It brings you smile into your face and nostalgic moments. Here is where Lesso always finds you when you are not on mood to talk to her. She will coax you into talking to her. She is persistent and she will use her beauty and body to make you succumb to her will.

Your thoughts are cut when you heard hurried footsteps going into the library. You know that students are not yet allowed to be here at this time. Maybe a little earlier but now, your classes are starting already and you decides to just stay here and try to ditch class at least once. The footsteps are nearing the room so you hides fast and swiftly to not get caught. You bring your glowing index finger in front of your face and cast a spell to become invisible. ‘Fast and swiftly’, you thought to yourself.

The door opened and there you found Professor Dovey and Lady Lesso. Dovey is dragging Lesso and they closed the door. Your brows meet in confusion but you kept quiet. You maybe invisible but you are still audible.

“Lesso, what are these rumors that i’m hearing? You and Y/n Charming? Together? Y/N Charming? Out of all the people here, you chose her?” Dovey whispered shouted at Lesso. She looks so alarmed at the situation and internally hoping that it is not true, for the balance that they kept for a hundred of years will crumble.

Lesso seems to not care about Dovey, still standing, calmly and unbothered. She didn’t say a thing so Dovey continued.

“Lesso, please tell me this is not true. If this is heard by the school master, it will be a big problem, specially Cinderella’s daughter is involved! She is one of the reasons that the school master is prideful of this school of good.” Your heart flattered at the words of the dean of good. You don’t know that the school master is proud of you.

Despite of the flattering words you are now conflicted of this situation. You thought that you and Lesso are being good at hiding your relationship but someone seems to notice. You don’t want to be caught but there is a part of you that you don’t want her to deny this. You thought you have to wait for Lesso’s words for a long time but she answered Dovey.

“That princess and I are not involved to anything Dovey. She and I is ridiculous, I don’t fall in love. I am a Never and I will never stoop down to that level. Love is not for us, because it is stupid, pathetic and a waste of time. And seriously, Y/n? Her empathy towards others makes me sick.”

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Heartbroken can’t even describe what you’re feeling right now. You are sobbing without a sound. You thought all she’s gonna say is ‘No, that rumor is not true.’ But no, she just told Dovey that being with you is ridiculous. You also thought that what you two are having is love but no.

You remembered, she never said she loves you. You didn’t too but that’s because you are afraid that you are just a play thing, a past time, jokes on you, You are.

Dovey said things to Lesso about love and others but you didn’t pay attention to it anymore. Your head is full of memories that you and Lesso shared. All the times that she made you hers, when you two sneaked at night to watch the stars, and how she comforted you on days that you are down. All of that used to be colored red, yellow, and pink symbolized as love, happiness, and cuteness are now tainted as gray, blue and black.

Seconds after, they already left the library and that is where you let yourself cry out loud. You never thought that in this library where you find peace is where your heart will be broken as well.

You know the risk. You know that she is a Never, she is someone else’s villain. You know that there is a slim to none chance that she’ll fall to someone like you yet you still let your self fall into her. Your poor heart jumped into a void, blinded by your love for her and when you reached the end, no one is there to catch you. You thought that she’s with you until the end but now you are at the bottom pit, looking up, there she is at the very top. Turns out, she is the one who pushed you.

Seducing you because she knew the effect she had over you. Playing you, using you, all of that and for what? What can she gain at this?

She is truly evil.

...

Minutes passed after you calmed down, you left the library with a puffy eyes, red nose and a sad face. You are walking through the halls and the other Evers who are on the different years and on their break are looking at you. You pay no attention to them and just continue your walk into your dorm room.

You opened the door and you find a beautiful woman who is on her suit, Looking through your balcony window. Her back is turn on you but with her fragrance, posture, and her red puffy hair. You certainly know who she is.

“Get out of here Lady Lesso.” You said coldly and started to walk on your bed. You untangled your hair and slowly removed your top. She turns to face you and is shock to see your face. You have been crying, she can see that but she didn’t know that it’s all because of her.

“What happened sweet princess? Who made you cry? I’m gonna kill them.” Funny of her to say that. You removed your top and now you proceeds to remove the layers of skirts that was put on you.

“Then go on, kill yourself.” Her movements towards you halt because of what you just said. No one thought that you can say those words ever on your lifetime. Turns out you can.

She looked at you with soft eyes and concerned expression. “What did I do little dove?” You looked at her with deadly stare and take a step towards her.

Sure Nevers are scary when they got mad but Evers when infuriated are terrifying. “Get out of my room, if you and I is ridiculous, if being with me means stooping down at your level and if my empathy for others makes you sick, guess what? Remembering all the things that happened to us is disgusting to me. Thinking that maybe you love me too is repulsive. And Lastly, right now, looking at you is dreadful. SO GET OUT NOW!” You shouted those last words and said all those things without thinking. Hatred is taking the wheel on your mind now and even though you’ll regret all of it later, at least for now, you let it all out.

Lesso can’t do anything but get out of your room by the window after turning into a raven. She doesn’t know how she had heard you but one thing on her mind is, she wished to take it all back. None of that is true and all of it was all a lie.

Lesso thought that a Never can’t have their happy endings because they are simply a Never. It seems like there are two things why they can’t have it, It’s either the world wronged them, or they simply messed it all up. And she seemed to do the latter one.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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I really like your work ! Could I request Lady Lesso X reader , who is one of the professor's for both schools maybe a warewolf. Often others and wary of her / or are just very mean to her,but reader keeps to herself. The transformation full moon nights are the hardest because they're quite painful and maybe reader seals herself at night when she turns. Idk some angst fluff how Lesso would react ,would she care ?

Thank you lovely anon♥️

What if i hurt you?

*Authors note~ I love this prompt so much feel free to include more super natural things in your prompt I adore them*

Trigger warning~ wearwolves? Loneliness? A/o/b?

Prompt~see ask^^^^

The life of solitude was what you were destined for and through no fault of your own. No you couldn't help the curse you live, but you understood why it scared everyone because it even scared you. Some of the other teachers at the school didn't feel you deserved your position just because of what you were born as. Most view you as dangerous and truly you were far from that. It hurt of course, mean words would always sting especially when you couldn't control this part of you. But you were a good teacher and you knew that.

The students for both schools love you and your lessons that you taught, fortunately they aren't aware of what you are. Pure choice for you to not disclose it however, faculty had to be made aware of it due to you needing a few lessons covered if things got bad. At first you hoped they'd understand and not see you any differently but unfortunately most of them did. You often heard whispers between them about how they pity whoever is destined to mates to a mutt. That one word hurt the most out of the whole sentence. Mutt. Surely they saw you as more than that? After all you were still a person right?

You always kept a close eye on the cycle of the moon, needing to know when you'd transform and get to safety in enough time to ensure not only the safety of everyone at the school but also yourself. You didn't want to hurt anyone and truthfully you didn't trust some members of the staff to not hunt you in your weakest moments. Tonight is the first night of the full moon, you were feeling extra weak this time which is why you took a personal day today and cancelled all your classes for the day. You knew you'd need the time to get all settled and safely hidden away.

When you joined the staff Leonora had offered the room at the top of the school for evil to be a place of safety for you. She had even kitted it out to suit your needs. Only you and the Dean herself knew of this room and it's purpose which is how you'd gotten safely through many nights of transformations. Safely secured with no possibility of anyone being hurt by you. That was until tonight.

You'd managed to tie yourself up to the wall just as you always did after locking the door. So when you saw the door creak open and a silhouette slip into the room, you immediately set into defensive mode. "You need to leave" you growled "it's not safe for you to be here. Leave now" your tone held the harsh bite in the words as your eyes nervously glanced at the moon from the small circled window that allowed the light to seep in. Only then the figure stepped into the light and you saw your visitor.

"Please" you whimpered, "I don't want to hurt you." Your sobs breaking up the words as you felt your bones contort. "But your hurting my love, let me help you please. I've read that having someone close can help. Especially if they are your mate." She whispered aching to hold you in her arms through the pain. "You, you know?" You gasped out threw gritted teeth. "I do love, I felt the pull and did some research into what I can do to ease your pain, you won't hurt me your inner wolf is drawn to me" she stated as a matter of fact and certainty before settling down on the floor near to you. A whine escaped you as you realised there was no use, and truthfully you were craving the women's presence so why waste energy in asking her to leave?

By now you'd fully transformed and let out a simple howl of recognition. Lesso slowly approached your wolf form slumped on the floor and began to talk to you, hoping her voice would guide your wolf into a calm state. It did instantly, your inner wolf recognising her scent and who she is, you came closer to nuzzle the woman's head in greeting before licking her cheek. Normally Lesso would say something witty about it but not wanting to piss your inner wolf off she just settled for cooing about what a pretty wolf you are. The colours of your fur suiting you far better than any she had imagined. You still had those gorgeous eyes though, one of her favourite things to get lost in.

Lesso sat with you all night until you started to whimper in pain once more signalling transformation time. She was expecting you to get up from your resting spot, head in her lap as her hands stroked your fur, but you simply curled in tighter and whimpered. Your whines of pain were truly heartbreaking as the accompanied the sounds of your bones breaking and reattaching into your human form. Yet she simply held you and whispered words of love and support.

The first thing your human brain remembers was her soft tone whispering "you're not a monster my darling, your truly beautiful and I love you so!" With a pained smile you whimpered "I love you Nora" before passing out in exhaustion. Knowing you were safe to be moved she easily scooped up your form in her arms and grabbed her cane before taking you to her waiters and coming to hold you on bed, you stirred slightly allowing you to hear her words. "Rest now my love you're done for the night, I'll be right here love" was the last thing your hazy brain remembered before you gave into the exhaustion once more.

Word count~ 1067

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i-love-side-characters · 3 years

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I Can See What She’s Doing

Pairing: Leonora Lesso x Clarissa Dovey

Character(s): Leonora Lesso, Clarissa Dovey, Evelyn Sader (Mentioned)

Genre: Angst

Summary:

“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.”

― Ranata Suzuki

TW: Manipulation

Word Count: 171 words

Additional Notes:

It has been like a week since I decided to write something for this

Its so bad Averie I’m so sorry

Also sorry for hijacking your post <3333

Just this professorverse anon is on fire

Based on this ask by @professor-sader

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You lied to me.

You’re lying to me.

You told me you were fine, Leonora.

You told me you were safe.

You’re not.

I don’t know what she does to you.

I don’t know what she wants.

But I see things.

I see the bruises under your eyes.

Scratches on your arms.

Pale skin.

Messy signatures.

Trembling hands.

You’re lying to me.

You told me you were fine.

You told me you were safe.

That night, right?

You hugged me and kissed my cheek and you promised.

You said you were alright.

That you were just tired.

Then you hugged me again.

I wished you were telling the truth.

But you weren’t.

I felt her there.

Her presence.

I saw the blue butterflies flitting in the shadows.

Why can’t you understand?

I can see what she’s doing.

Let me help you.

Trust me.

Please.

But you can’t, can you?

It’s not in your nature.

But you can’t do this alone, Leonora.

I’m here.

And I swear she won’t be for long.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Hey, if possible Lesso with prompt 27 please?

Angst, happy ending but any direction you fancy! Thank you! I adore you’re work! 😘💛

Hiiiii @grumblebee-93! I appreciate your request and your patience for me to get to yours (: Thank you for your kind words and for reading my work 💕 This work was inspired by a song which I’ll tag for you (;

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#27. “If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, angst, degrading kink, nicknames, shower sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers vibes, hate fucking, fingering, implied sex…, etc.

Enjoy (;

It was no secret that you and Lesso didn’t like each other.

Lesso had made it evidently clear that she thought having a non Ever/Never Librarian to bridge the two schools to be bullshit.

And you had made it evidently clear that you would not tolerate her negative and evil shenanigans.

Luckily, you spent most of your time in the library which was in the Ever side of the school; so for the most part, you didn’t see Lesso.

Except for staff meetings…

And whenever Lesso found it convenient to bug you at meal times…

“Normie…” Lesso snarked at you on her way into the library/meeting room.

“Red…” you bit back.

“Don’t get in involved in things that surpass you, Normie…” Lesso jeered, glaring at you from across the dining table.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Red.” You punctuated, glaring right back.

“What books would you not recommend, Normie?” Lesso asked, having appeared out of nowhere in the library.

“Why…?” You snarked.

“Because you obviously have bad taste in what you do like to read…” Lesso snarked right back.

That was only the beginning…

But the worst of it was that you found yourself gravitating to Lesso’s taunts and jeers.

Yea, they hurt, but she was like a fucking magnet…

After a particularly brutal staff meeting, in which you had to excuse yourself because you and Lesso had gotten so heated, you rushed to the teachers quarters to compose yourself.

Lesso had gotten you to the verge of tears this time.

And she had had the biggest fucking Cheshire Cat grin while doing so…

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst of it was the ever growing wet spot in your knickers accompanied by a tightening coil in your stomache.

You rushed into the female staff shower quarters (yes the school was old fashion, dormitory style in that way), slamming the door shut behind you.

You stripped and quickly turned on the hot water to try and calm yourself.

Immediately when you had stormed off, Lesso had had the gut feeling that she had gone too far.

Which she didn’t get often…

But you hated her, didn’t you?

Regardless, she was determined to find you after the meeting.

She checked all the books of the library…

Nothing.

She checked your sleeping quarters…

Nothing.

She checked your classroom…

Nothing.

Eventually, all that was left was the showering quarters.

Lesso entered the large room swiftly and silently.

And the sound of running water coming from one of the showers confirmed your presence.

But before she could do anything else, Lesso heard something else…

You couldn’t help it…

For some reason, Lesso degrading and taunting you turned you on.

Wayyy more than you were comfortable with.

It was not okay for her to treat you that way…

And yet every time, you found yourself snaking your hand down to your soaked cunt, relieving the painful ache in between your legs…

Today was no different.

If anything, it was worse…

The heated water hitting you only spurred your actions on even more.

Pretty soon, you were skillfully fucking your cunt in the way you knew got to you best…

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!” you moaned as you yet again just barely came close to your orgasm but didn’t quite make it.

You tried to stifle the sounds that came out of your lips…

But today, it was extra hard…

You found your fingers weren’t doing it today, and it started to frustrate you.

Lesso was getting to you.

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!”

Lesso was stunned in place for a solid minute.

Had she heard right?

That was most definitely you…

And it was most definitely a moan…

As soon as Lesso unfroze, she rushed over to where the sound had come from.

She ripped the shower curtain open, her eyes widening at the sight.

At the sound of the curtain, you quickly snuck your hand back from your heat and your eyes widened in shock at the sight of Lesso.

“What the fuck, Lesso?!” You shrieked, trying to use the shower curtain to immediately cover up.

But it was too late.

Lesso had seen you…

And she had immediately decided that she wanted to see you again…

No… She wanted to have you…

But you hated her, didn’t you??

“Lesso!! What the actual fuck?!” You repeated, when Lesso didn’t respond and was simply staring at you.

“Me???” Lesso snapped back, “What the fuck to you!! This is a public showering area!”

“Oh my God, Can’t you just leave me alone?? I fucking hate you…!” You seethed.

Lesso couldn’t stand this anymore.

She couldn’t stand the elephant in the room.

“If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!” She screamed back.

Now it was your turn to go silent.

You had feared that she’d heard it…

But you didn’t know until that moment.

And that’s when it clicked for Lesso.

This wasn’t hatred that you had for her…

It was lust.

A smirk plastered over Lesso’s face.

“Red, Don’t be ridicul—”

But before you could finish your lie, Lesso’s lips had crashed into yours.

She pinned you to the wall with ease, closing the curtain, and ignoring her clothes which were getting soaked.

All she focused on was attacking your precious lips.

Oh and the moans she drew from those pretty lips…

As she devoured your lips, Lesso snaked her own hand down to your aching cunt.

She moaned in delight at how your were dripping for her…

“Fuck Normie…” Lesso panted, “Need me that bad?”

“Yes fuck please Red…” you breathlessly pled with her, arching your back and hips to her touch.

Lesso fucked you right then and there. While wearing all her clothes. The water still running.

It was absolutely, delightfully sinful…

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Request for my lovey Leonora ♥️

Okay so r has some kind of ability maybe elemental or plant control or even psychic abilities and she’s struggling to control them. Maybe it’s making her depressed or that other students are being cruel, Leonora finds r sobbing a little beaten and bruised by some students and comforts r, maybe Leo can have some kind of hidden ability she showed r to make them feel better

Blossom- Lady Lesso X NeverStudent(gn)Reader (Platonic)

Synopsis: Your powers are less than popular for a Never and some people went out of their way to let you know just what they thought of it.

Warnings: bullying, slight descriptions of injury and pain, angst but I make it better, I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2.8k

A/n: I’m so excited because this was my first ever request, by the lovely Mars. This AMAZING request comes from @v3nusxsky, and if you don’t know her, you should check them out! Thanks for the great idea! I had tons of fun with this one so I hope you like what I did with it! Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed!

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Ignoring your roommates had become second nature to you. It was easy enough until it became physical.

'What a pathetic Never!'

'Plant control? Really? I didn't think you could get more lame.'

Your roommates constantly had something like that to say. Even before they knew of your power, they would find something to say that you would think about for far longer than you should.

But whew, the day they discovered your powers? They were relentless. Always finding time to mock you for them. You didn't even think they were that bad, you actually liked them before you arrived at the School for Evil, but how wrong you were.

You did your best to hide your powers once people were taunting you for just being at the school. But you couldn't hide them for long from your roommates. Your powers often came out with your emotions, and lately, you'd been stressed and upset by everyone's words. And in turn, a puff of petals surrounded your bed.

Your roommates continued to poke and prod at you, finding your powers hilarious for some reason. You already thought you were sorted into the wrong half of the school, but now you thought you didn't belong at all. And when you heard their whispers, you knew you were right.

Somehow, other people you never told managed to find out and began teasing you too. But luck was on your side, not many people found out and once they did they thought you weren't worth a spare glance.

But regardless, you still kept them hidden. You didn't want to risk it getting worse. Your professors urged you to present your powers and do something with them, but you refused. It was bad enough that you were nearly sent to the doom room for refusing to show them in class.

And to your expectations, the teasing only got worse as the time when on, they kept finding flowers of all sorts around your bed and on your desk.

You'd been finding it difficult to control your powers, a part of your emotions coming into play, and it didn't help that you hid them during classes. The one place you're supposed to learn how to control them is one place you especially refused to show them. You were already mocked by people your own age, you didn't need that from your professors too.

You were dreadfully heading back to your dorm room, fearful of what lies ahead of you. But it came sooner than expected. Your three roommates cut you off in your path, only two friends joined them this time.

At a time like this, it would be really helpful to know how to control your powers. Though you couldn't think of how flowers could possibly help you in a time like this.

In a flash, you and your books were in contact with the cobblestone floor, and your stomach was met with a dirt-covered shoe.

It all happened so fast, from the time you were suddenly no longer standing to the time you had different-sized shoes kicking all across you. You only had enough time to register the pain, but not enough to make a sound.

"Why don't we show you what true Never powers look like?" You heard the girls around her snicker.

You suddenly felt an electric shock to your back, instantly followed by the sounds of their laughter. Who the hell had the ability to manipulate electricity?

"Oh! Me next!" You recognized that voice, and you knew the power that came with it. And you dreaded it.

Aradia has the ability to manipulate fire, and she loves to use it and brag to everyone about it.

You didn't try to muffle your screams as you felt the fire seep into your skin. You were quite glad that your outfit choice today didn't show too much skin.

Aradia didn't set your clothes aflame, knowing that if she did the doom room would be the least of her worries.

Over your cries of pain and the shuffling of their kicks, you couldn't hear the signature tapping of a cane or the sound of her heels. You were too busy focusing on the girls surrounding you and the pain you knew you shouldn't be focusing on.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Her voice boomed in the corridor, loud enough that the kicks and flames and shocks had stopped.

Normally, you would've been scared by her loud interruption, but since it caused the pain to significantly decrease, you were thankful. You couldn't tell how long this would've gone on if they hadn't been interrupted.

The girls around you fearfully scurried back, leaving you a shaking and whimpering mess in your spot.

The girls opened their mouths for some faux excuse but Lesso silenced them with the raise of her hand.

"I will see each and every one of you in the doom room after classes for a month." The girls' eyes nearly popped out of their heads and their mouths fell open, before they could even argue she waved them off. "Now, gone with you."

She sent the students away, vowing that they'd be punished for this act. It wasn't a fair punishment of course, but what Never plays fair?

Besides, Lesso had no idea how long this was actually happening for.

"Plant powers! Wow, they honestly couldn't be more useless!" Lesso heard one of them whisper to the other as they turned the corner out of her sight.

Even after she dished out their punishments, they were still mocking you. One more week for each of them, she decided.

Plant powers? That's what you have! Lesso couldn't understand why you'd hide those, especially from her. They have great potential but only if they're worked on.

She knelt down to your balled-up form, you were shaking horribly. Luckily, you didn't seem to be bleeding anywhere and nothing appeared to be broken. Well, that's as lucky as you got.

You already had bruises and burns forming on your sensitive skin, superficial scrapes littered everywhere that weren't covered by clothing, and she noticed you were silently crying. From the pain or the words, Lesso didn't know.

"Hey, darling, you're alright," You heard her voice significantly closer than before. "You're going to be okay, look at me?"

It took you a moment but you gathered up the courage to move your arm from your face and look at her. Her heart sunk when you did, finding your face just as bruised as the rest of you but accompanied by a cut lip.

Lesso hated seeing you like this, she quite liked you as you were a bright student. And she desperately wanted to help you somehow.

"I'm going to do something, okay? But it shouldn't hurt." You just nodded in acceptance.

Lesso used her finger glow, waving it over your form, and your burns soothed to nothing but a faint mark. The scrapes that were already nothing practically vanished. To her dismay, the bruises only lightened. A frown came to her face when she realized that she couldn't rid you of them. Well, them being lessened is better than them being worse.

Her attention returned back to your face when she heard your sniffles, "Come on, love, can you sit up for me?"

You desperately wanted to hide but she drastically decreased your pain, and she was being uncharacteristically kind right now, so you gave in to her.

You looked at her and then at her outreached hands before grasping onto them.

"Y/n, what happened?" She helped pull you up and ease you to rest against the wall.

"I, uh, nothing."

She raised her brow, instantly detecting your lie, "Y/n. You and I both know that's not true."

You could instantly tell that there was no way to avoid this.

"They, uh, they think I'm not fit to be a Never. That both me and my power is pathetic." A humorless laugh left you. "Can't say I blame them."

That threw Lesso off, not expecting something like that to come from you.

"Y/n, that's not true. You're a bright young student, you're extremely passionate and smart."

You looked at her curiously, her words and face were nothing but sincere but your thoughts and their whispers had you unable to believe them.

You looked down at your hands in your lap, not able to stand her looking into your soul like that any longer.

"But I'm no Never..."

"Yes, you are. You just have to believe you are like I do," She believes in you? "You're the epitome of a Never. You have the passion a Never needs. Everyone else can see what you're capable of, and they're afraid. That's why they tear you down."

Lesso saw your lip quiver at her words, you both knew that you wanted it to be true. And though Lesso was right, you couldn't bring yourself to believe it. Your mind wouldn't allow you to.

She used two fingers to lightly direct your face to her, "Look."

Confused yet curious, you watched her intently as she asked.

She looked you in the eyes for a brief moment before directing her attention to her hands. She cupped them into a ball as a small and sweet smile graced her face. She looked at you again before swiveling one of her hands under the other to reveal a perfect black rose, sitting in the palm of her hand.

Your face instantly lit up, shifting from confused to amazed, watching as she delicately plucked the flower and handed it to you.

You grabbed the onyx rose, gently spinning it between your fingers before looking back at her, "I didn't know you could do that?!"

"You have great potential, Y/n. Don't let the fears of someone else control your capabilities."

"But how did you-"

You still hadn't told her what your powers truly were.

She took the rose from your fingers and placed it behind your ear, your hair keeping it in place, "That's not important,"

Excitedly, you moved to stand on your knees. You ignored the pain as you moved to be sitting on your legs in front of the Dean, who was now slightly confused at your newfound excitement.

But you had an idea.

You looked at her, "May I?" You asked, pointing at her hands.

Confused but curious, she allowed it.

You grasped her hands in yours, folding her hands as she had previously but keeping your hands placed on hers. You then closed your eyes, and Lesso could help but watch you.

She was always amazed by you, you were at the top of every class, but now you're showing her what you can do, and she couldn't be more excited to finally see it.

She'd never let on to it, but she did have a favorite student, and it was you. She was always proud of your knowledge of all topics, she was certain it would be you that helped Evil prevail this year. But she contained her excitement, for the sake of you, of course.

Lesso blinked away the intense look she had while watching you do your thing when you opened your eyes once more and looked at her.

"Your favorite color is purple, right?"

Lesso was shocked, "How did you know that?"

She doesn't wear it often and she certainly doesn't advertise that fact.

You said nothing but a small smile appeared on your face, and then you gently pulled her hands apart.

In her palms laid a purple flame lily, a beautiful and fierce flower much like the Dean.

A sense of pride filled you as a soft gasp left her lips when she examined the flower.

"This is my favorite flower... I haven't seen one since I came to the school. How'd you know that?" These flowers were littered all around Gavaldon.

More and more, Lesso became entranced by you and more so your abilities. She never once told anyone her favorite color or flower, and here you seemed to already know it.

"I'm kind of more than just a person with Chlorokinesis. I'm also an empath, though I don't really consider that to be my gift. But when I use my powers, they almost always tie together. So when I placed my hands on yours, my powers kind of read you." You were a little afraid that maybe you went too far.

"That's brilliant!" You'd never seen Lesso so proud, let alone of a student.

"Really?"

"Yes! You are an amazing student, and this just proves that! You're capable of great things." She spoke in the most gentle and sincere voice you've heard come from her.

You're smile grew even more.

"Why do you hide your powers?" She examined your eyes, though you had no intention of hiding the truth.

"Because, as you saw they're laughable to the other Nevers... They thought I wasn't fit to be in the school. I've heard all there was to say about my powers. And I was afraid of what my professors would think." Your voice was weak, effectively showing your worries.

Lesso finally stood from her spot, "Nonsense. It's an amazing gift if I do say so myself. And you have to learn to control them, then you'll be unstoppable." She reached out, offering a hand to help you to your feet.

You graciously accepted, "I've tried on my own, but I just can't get the hang of it." You spoke as you dusted yourself off.

She confidently raised a brow, "I'll help you. It's not like there's anyone else that's more fit for the job." Setting her decision with a single nod of her head.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"You're a Never, of course, I would." You saw the faintest trace of a smile on her face.

Just before she could turn and leave, you had a question.

"Is there a spare room I could move into? Or a room that has an empty bed?" Your shyness returned.

"Those girls, they were your roommates weren't they?" You simply nodded your answer and Lesso felt her anger towards the girl's return. "I'm sure I could figure out something for you."

And she did. By that night, you had your own room. And you were thankful for that for many different reasons. The main one was that you could practice your powers with all the room you needed, and no fear of judgment. And like promised, Lesso would sometimes drop by and teach you a tip or trick that helped her control her powers.

And you eventually discovered that you could do more than flowers. You could do anything from small flowers to even trees. And you knew that was all thanks to Lesso, though she was adamant it was just you unlocking your true potential. But you knew you didn't even want to until she showed you what you were capable of.

A part of your powers that you unlocked, were your vines. Lesso was particularly proud of these because of the binding ability they had, excellent for when you finally got your own fairytale.

Or maybe you'd use them before you even graduated.

Your previous roommates came up to you during mealtime. They didn't know of your progress with your powers, only Lesso did. And they wasted no time at all making fun of you for your flowers, even after their detention sentences.

When the girls started forcefully poking you, almost enough to nudge you in your seat, you looked to Lesso for guidance. She knew what you were asking with just the look in your eyes. She merely responded with a shrug, but she was excited.

She was waiting for this, this is what you trained for. You took her response as a cue that you wouldn't be punished for getting even.

Without even getting up from your seat or looking away from the girls, you silently commanded your vines to wrap around their ankles. They looked down, confused, before looking up at you with the realization that it was you doing it.

You stood up, facing the girls, and made the vines wrap further up their bodies, tying them as one. Lesso proudly watched on with a smirk, knowing this is what you waited for.

You still hadn't spoken a word to your bullies before you launched them across the dining hall. Their bodies slid down the wall and landed on the floor with a grunt, and your vines slithered away. Their current position curled up and groaning on the floor, was nearly identical to yours.

With a proud yet smug smile, you sat back in your seat. Sparing a glance back to Lesso to see her with an equally proud smile. She simply nodded in approval before you turned back to your meal.

You didn't notice that every other student had watched what you had just done, but at least you knew that you wouldn't be messed with anymore.

You were definitely a Never.

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Taglist: @v3nusxsky, @pebbleswritessometimes, my tags list is basically my writing mutals so you guys can have first dibs at reading! <3

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dovessoiscanon · 1 year

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PART 4 BIOTCHEZ

it's been a freaking long time. for this I apologise. now, if you'll excuse me... *inhales*... I have a lot of work to do.

#yes that was a movie reference #lesso's so relatable #same scene where dovey does the ADORABLE lil punch in the air #like wow so much aggression and angst #not that kind of angst #you know what I mean #dovesso #clarissa dovey #professor dovey #leonora lesso #lady lesso #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #no beta we die like my mental heath

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loyalflutist · 5 years

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Scarlet Carnation - Prologue (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Words: 7,084 Collaboration with @datsexykiwi Summary: “Ignorance is bliss...when you know too much, you will only face worse dilemmas of your lifetime”

Byleth is thrust into a difficult position. After experiencing a strange dream, the professor eventually finds herself switching between the two worlds with two very different Edelgards. Though they contrast from each other, Byleth could not help but cherish them... as they do for her.

A/N: So this is the first series I’ve written for Edeleth, and this is a collaboration I’m grateful to have with the lovely Kate, also known as @datsexykiwi . As someone who I’ve known for years, she’s someone I place great faith in her writing and trust in the ideas we cook up together. Hope you all enjoy this series! I really enjoyed writing it! :)

Kate’s A/N: Enjoy the max of angst and fluff. Have fun along with us. ;)

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It was hot.

A young woman’s forehead gleam under the relentless sun, sweat dripping from her features. Her breaths were as fast as it could come and go. The dark, light armor that should have served as protection over her academic attire was in lieu of roasting her alive. She licked her cracked, bottom lip; a tinge of metal swept over her taste buds.

It was unbearably hot.

Loud, metallic screeches, horses neighing, and screams of all kinds filled the blurry background. There were a variety of sounds that would have driven out any ordinary person. This was something she was used to.

She looked down at her feet. A pool of blood stained the rocky pavement that belongs to the monastery; her metal combat boots were deep in the puddle. Evaporation in this humid and sweltering heat should have occurred in less than a few minutes. However, the ground remained moist as its source oozed plenty of crimson from his injuries. The Sword of Creator was lodged deep into the nameless soldier’s ribcage, its jagged edges slicing through all three germ layers. His facial expressions were, thankfully, overshadowed by his large steel helmet.

“...”

Byleth blinked. It had dawned upon her that she was still gripping ahold of the terrifying relic. Then, with a grunt, the older woman heard a sickening slick while removing her sword. The blade was coated in a deep shade of red. Unfortunately, it didn’t only derive from the deceased warrior. She slowed her respiration rate, her hues shifted upward at the battlefield.

Shadows shaped like fighters of all sizes and shapes ran at each other. When they collided, a black mist would swirl around as if they were dancing to the tune of death. Sparks and elemental spells would erupt from the visual attraction. Then, they would separate. They became still. This stillness would only last for a couple of seconds, however. One would showcase a noticeable trait of losing the blackness that enveloped their figures. Their identity would become public as they accept their demise.

This was surreal. Byleth’s knuckles became white as her aching limbs screamed for mercy. She can’t seem to recall her reason for being here. No matter how much the ex-mercenary mentally groveled, her brain would only pull up blanks. Still, there was one thing she was sure of: she had to be here in this battle.

“tɾo faða noi dɔn joɹhan dorja”

“...”

Archaic language thumped her eardrums. Clearly, it was something Byleth didn’t comprehend. She exhaled. The professor eventually raised her weapon once more as three more shadows crept towards her from the distance; each of them possesses one of the three shadow-cloaked weapons: a sword, a lance, and an axe. She squeezed the relic’s handle.

‘ Is this a dream? ’

It has to be. Not only were there supernatural elements that she could not coherently wrap her head around, but she was also the only person who retained her physical appearance. But it was vivid. The pain that singed from the sweats’ contact with her minor cuts, the wild beating of her heart against her chest plate, the aches that resonated in her worn muscles, and the fatigue that shrouded over her consciousness was a bit too realistic.

‘ Is this really a dream? ’

Alas, Byleth left it at that. The three unwelcome guests soon closed their distance. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and deeply inhaled. When she exhaled, her eyelids snapped open and she flicked her wrist. Rocky debris kicked up in the air as she launched herself at the three enemies. The blade was reeled behind her back, her glare prominent.

“It’s over!”

The shadows retaliated. The lancer thrust their spearhead at her chest, the axe-wielder pulled back both arms to deliver a slamming blow, and the sword-user horizontally swiped at the professor.

Byleth pivot her feet. She sucked in her stomach and twisted her upper body. It was a fleeting moment for the spear’s tip to brush up on her heated armor. A battle cry was heard from her direction as she, with all her might, swung her weapon.

The Sword of Creator is a powerful tool during times of conflict. Parts of the blade broke apart into small chunks. It began to emit a dull glow as its razor-like edges flung outward at her enemies. They were unable to block the devastating assault. A single swing produced a multitude of traumas to their body. Splatters of red painted Byleth’s cheek. One by one, the black shell vanished without a trace as they collapsed onto the new puddle.

“...”

She lurched forward. Byleth quickly shoved her foot in front of her to prevent a fall. The young teacher was hunched over, panting; her vision was fading in and out like strobe lights. This is terribly exhausting. She slammed the relic onto the cracked pavement. Using it as support, the neon green-haired dryly swallowed and raised her head.

“...?”

There was another shadow from a few meters. Compared to most others that fill the disheveled landscape, this individual was shorter than them. A monstrous axe slashed through their existence like a hot knife through butter. Each strike brought out more fluids from their victims; dark substances flung in the air in slow motion. It was done with complete elegance and ease. This should have rung plenty of alarm bells in her head. No one should have possessed the strength to make bloodshed a visual treat. They’re a monster; a beast that should be put down. Instead, Byleth could not help but be in awe of the enigmatic person.

She could sense danger emitting from the short fighter. Fortunately, her instincts scream that the teacher has nothing to worry about. Whether Byleth’s guts are being churlish or not with her life is up for speculation. The older woman continued to observe the ephemeral bloody dance.

Just who is this shadow?

“...Huh?”

There was another dark figure spotted in Byleth’s peripheral sight. Sweat continued to fall from her face as her eyes were fixated on the new arrival. When her gaze slowly traced the shadow’s objective, her blood froze.

“?!”

Murderous beauty may have been bestowed to the shadow, but it did not prevent an unfortunate ending. Newfound energy burst through four of her limbs. The ex-mercenary scrambled towards the axe-wielder. Byleth was still unable to grasp ahold of her action’s purpose. But, just like her instincts told her about the unforgiving battle, she too had to protect this shadow.

‘ The Divine Pulse! ’

It was all for naught. Regardless of the amount of concentration she emphasized on the potent skill, not a speck of dust reversed to its original position on the concrete slab. Everything was still progressing forward.

‘ Why is it not working?! ’

There was no time.

She had no choice.

She needed to--

Byleth shoved the shadow out of the way. This threw the person off balance as their entire body stumbled sideways. Facial features were impossible to read, but the teacher could have sworn she saw a flicker of a familiar identity. She widened her eyes. The fighter extended her unoccupied hand out towards the supernatural.

There was a blunt thud pressed into her back. Then, the dull aches that plagued her tightened muscles ramped up to excruciating pain that ripped through her entire being. Byleth felt as if her spine had exploded! Just when this searing agony felt as if it could get any worse, it immediately dissipated… just like her consciousness.

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“---!!”

She gasped and woke up abruptly from her bed. That was certainly a sudden transition from a bloody battle to being in a cozy bed within a tranquil atmosphere. She placed her hand onto her shoulder, remembering that pain against her back. It felt too real that she actually thought she’s dead. She wondered why would she have such a bizarre dream like that. Is it a premonition? Is it just irrational thoughts playing tricks on her dream?

“What a nightmare to have… ”

It’s about time to get up from bed towards her morning class. It’s another day she’ll be instructing the Black Eagles classroom. However, Byleth couldn’t shake the thought away about the dream she had recently. The thing is, those dreams started with being so vague she could barely remember any details of it aside from the fact she’s dreaming. Eventually, she started seeing and remembering more details as everything started to feel real. Sometimes, she would even be aware of what was happening but absolutely have no control over what was happening. She sighed and wondered what was this all about until she heard her green-haired friend speaking inside her mind.

‘ Nightmare again? ’

“...It has been so frequently. I’m starting to feel like I’m sleep deprived.”

‘Too bad I couldn’t see the dream itself, but I can tell you looked uncomfortable in your sleep.’

“...”

Byleth sighed before she changed into her signature black outfit look and lace stockings. She left her room and hid her exhaustion under her poker face like usual. She’s not that expressive according to Jeralt and her students that have been with her for a couple of weeks. She headed to her class to begin the training.

Today’s lesson plan was to teach her fellow students how to balance properly as an essential skill in the battle.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a swordsman or not. Balance is an essential skill that everyone must understand how to use it. Or else, you’ll simply put yourself at a disadvantage unnecessarily. It is both a defensive and offensive skill.”

She demonstrated how to lower the center of gravity, gripping onto the ground firmly with one’s toes. Byleth demonstrated simple actions that allowed her students to understand it without much complexity. It is one of the most difficult basics that took her years to grasp it.

“You can’t always rely on brute force. When you are on the battlefield, what determines the victor is not who’s physically stronger, but who knows how to utilize their body’s strengths better. The ladies will have an advantage due to the fact that they naturally have a lower center of gravity than men. Simple basics, but a difficult mastery.”

Byleth walked up to the dummy made from bamboo. She used the training sword and showed her students its sharpness; it wasn’t that great. It could barely cut through one. However, she will use that same blade to cut through a pack of 3 bamboo stalks in a single strike. All of the members of Black Eagles watched attentively before the young professor did not use any brute force to cut, but was able to slice through all the stalks with a single fluid motion without breaking her sword.

“If you know how to use your hip and balance well with your skills, then you are able to cut through the enemy’s armor or weapon.”

She then asked Caspar to assist her by swinging the sword with all his might at her. At first, he was reluctant to do so but Byleth asked him to trust her. In the end, he did as his professor said, and the moment he dashed and swung his training sword up into the air, ready to cut Byleth down, she swung her sword right at him too.

KLANK

It was Caspar’s sword that fell out from his grip and he could feel the numbness rushing through his shivering hand. Edelgard recognized it; that was the same move that she used to disarm the bandits on their first encounter.

“You can disarm, and that is enough to buy the time to strike your opponent down. Do you all understand?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Good, let’s begin the training. Go to your assigned station. I will come to check on you all individually.”

Byleth went around the group checking on her students, teaching all the fundamentals that Jeralt used to teach her when she’s simply just a kid. All of them showed perseverance and put all their effort to learn from her. After the training came to an end, she delegated one and a half spare hour for her team to focus on anything they wanted to do. Meanwhile, she will be working with three students on their private one-on-one training every time. Today, she would be checking up on Caspar, Dorothea, and Edelgard.

“Professor! Is this how you do it?”

“Not quite, you have to lower your balance a bit more.”

Byleth watched the young blue-haired boy stood his ground. She circled around him before she pushed him abruptly without him realizing it, sending him falling onto the ground.

“W-Whoa!?”

“Not good enough, Caspar. You have to relax more.”

“Gah! This is so hard...”

“Like I said, it is a difficult mastery.”

“You’re so good at it...”

“Keep practicing, Caspar. You will get there eventually.”

Finishing with the young boy, she headed to Dorothea and as expected she did slightly better than Caspar due to her natural low center of gravity. As she physically has to shift Dorothea, that made her student giggle and tease the older female.

“Oh professor, I feel so intimate when you’re touching me like that...”

“Keep the context clean, Dorothea.”

“C’mon! Just play along, will you?”

“Not when you make it sound like I’m physically violating you.”

“You’re such a fiend, professor!”

“Oh lord...”

As usual, Byleth was subjected to Dorothea’s sly tease every time she tried to teach her something, at least she’s a very studious girl that worked extremely hard or just as much as Edelgard herself. After she finished her session with her, the last remaining 20 minutes was with the head of the Black Eagles, Edelgard.

“Professor, could I test my skills?”

“I don’t mind that. What would you like me to do?”

“Please attack me, I want to do that disarming move you did.”

“Make sure you disarm me, because I won’t hold back.”

“That will be my pleasure.”

Byleth ran in and swung her sword towards Edelgard before she twisted, using her lower body as her strength to add power into her strike. That struck onto Byleth’s sword, but it didn’t manage to disarm her. However, it was enough to force the professor backward to regain her distance. Edelgard had that slight disappointment in her face as she thought she would’ve disarmed Byleth.

“That was really good. If I didn’t hold my sword tightly enough, it would’ve flew out from my hand. That was splendid, Edelgard.”

She smiled and praised her student for her amazing achievement. That made the young emperor blush slightly with contentment despite not reaching her expectations. As the tutoring session continued on, the class was finally over. Everyone slowly left the room to the dining hall for their meals whilst Edelgard was the last student to leave.

“Professor, are you by chance available at the moment?”

“What is the matter?”

“Well...I want to speak with you in person. Discuss some few matters.”

“Very well then, like usual?”

It seemed there was some secret way they communicate with each other. Edelgard nodded softly with those pink blushing cheeks that it made the professor just have to tease her a little bit. She pinched her soft silky cheeks before letting out a soft chuckle.

“You are adorable, Edelgard.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“My bad, let us go, shall we? I’m certain you brought your packed lunch.”

Bull’s eye. Edelgard did request a packed lunch earlier in the morning since it was her plan to have a private lunch session with her professor without other students around. They headed out to a quiet secluded space where there wouldn’t be many students around to spot them nor disturb their peace for lunch and tea. What they usually talk was related to their class content, especially digesting what she learned through the past week.

“Today’s class was very interesting. I had a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad you did. You’re doing really well too.”

“It is because of your guidance and training.”

“You credited me too much, Edelgard.”

“Not at all, professor.”

After they talked about their lessons, their conversation started to shift to something more casual and rather personal between the two of them. During the past weeks, Byleth was working in the Monastery as a professor, she certainly developed a special bond with Edelgard. Not sure where this is leading the two of them to, but Byleth realize she developed this sense of adoration towards the young emperor. She enjoyed her time with the young lady when it is just the two of them, it feels rather different from when they were other students in the class. As for Edelgard herself, she was clear with how she’s especially fond of the professor in a way she never ever did to anyone in her life. Byleth seemed to have a special place in her heart, but she was yet to be very honest with her selfish demands.

“I hope one day I can be as strong as you, professor.”

“I’m certain you will be.”

“...Will you be there to watch me? Being there with me?”

“I would love to. You all have a bright future up ahead and it would be a great pride and joy to watch you all grow stronger. I want to be there and see how far will you rise and shine as a future emperor of the Empire, Edelgard.”

“You promised, okay? You’ll be there with me.”

Edelgard moved in closer and began to whisper softly so no one could’ve overheard her words. Byleth didn’t reject her and only placed her hand on top of Edelgard’s hand before smiling back at her with sweet adoration.

“So, you want me there with you when you become an emperor, am I correct?”

“...I suppose if you put it bluntly like that, yes.”

“I see.”

She didn’t tease her much aside from giving a soft kiss on her forehead. That made her blush over to her ears in silence, she leaned onto her shoulder before they held each other’s hand without saying a word to each other. Byleth may have been experienced with countless battles, but she’s a novice when it comes to romance - Edelgard included. They spent their tranquil moment enjoying each other’s company before time is up. It was about time they return back to their classes.

“Edelgard, we must go.”

“Right.”

As she slowly let go of her professor, she seemed to be reluctant and it was written all over her face. Byleth picked up those hints that the young emperor wanted to do or say something.

“What’s wrong?”

“...Well, this is embarrassing.”

“...”

The professor could read her expression, and that made her giggled softly to herself before she opened her arms for the young one to come in. She ended up blushed even more with how her professor managed to read her childish mind so easily. She refrained from going in for the hug and made Byleth rather puzzled for a second.

“Ah, was that a bit too much?”

“Y-You’re such a bully, professor.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“How could you be capable of doing such things like this without being embarrassed?”

“Not sure myself, for some reason, I’m not embarrassed by it.”

“You’re truly weird, professor.”

This time she just pushed herself into Byleth’s arms and embrace her tightly. The young one buried her face onto her shoulder. That made the professor embrace her back gently. Despite the tough character she portrayed, she has this childish side that loves hugs. It was for a few seconds, but it is quite long for the two of them.

Byleth returned back to her room and felt so exhausted. It may have been lack of sleep she’s been having recently. She decided to go to bed early today and then she heard Sothis speaking inside her mind.

‘ You’ve become quite fond of that girl. ’

“Huh…?”

‘ Just be careful, she’s still a child. ’

“I am well aware of that. She’s an adorable student of mine.”

‘ I wonder if it is just a student-teacher relationship you both shared. I doubt she is thinking that way about you though. I lived long enough to realize that. ’

“Well...I don’t know what to say.”

‘ My only warning would be, don’t give her false hopes if you’re not planning to see it through until the end. ’

“Never thought there will be a day I got a piece of love advice you.”

‘ Shut up, I may look young but I lived way much longer than you do, kid. ’

“Yes, ma’am.”

Byleth gave Sothis a slight tease back but what she said was true though. She’s well aware of Edelgard’s growing feelings that may have towards her. The way she looked and sought physical comfort from her has been escalating gradually. Even though she adored Edelgard quite a bit more than several students, she wouldn’t be able to say that would make her anywhere special and different from other students like Dorothea, Caspar, Bernadette and others too. Byleth wasn’t sure herself if she would call that romantic affection that she has for Edelgard, but regardless of that, she should be careful not to give false hope to her. Rejection is painful, but what's worse than that is receiving false hopes from the one they love.

“...Thank you for the warning though, I will keep that in mind.”

She thanked Sothis back, but she didn’t respond anymore. She probably went to sleep inside Byleth or something, as usual. Thus, it was about time for her to go to bed too. As she lay down and closed her eyes...she recalled that dream was killed. For some reason, she couldn’t shake those thoughts away. As her mind slowly drifted off into the darkness, she wondered if she would have that same nightmare again this time or not...

< ---- >

CAW! CAW! CAW!

She cracked open her eyelids from the annoying sound. No matter how much she tried to will herself to stay asleep, the ridiculous noise would only increase in tempo and volume. It was almost like out of a horror tale Hubert would spook everyone with! This left her with the latter option of waking up, much to her dismay.

Through her lens, the older female stared at a blurry, brown wall. The natural twitches from her fingertips brushed upon a rather tough, granite-like surface. When she dragged her gaze upward, she found herself peering through a pile of broken pillars and stone slabs. The entire structure was acting as a small shelter for the teacher; its large hole from above provided the necessary sunlight for the woman.

“...”

Clearly, she was not in bed anymore. Just where is she?

That was the first question that popped to mind upon awakening. Byleth regained more of her consciousness as she sat up. This tactician felt a groan slip out as she pressed against her forehead. Small bits of rocks and pebbles were heard rolling off of her chest. She blinked. Then, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face.

‘ Okay… I’m not at the academy for sure. ’

Obvious deductions were noted. Byleth lowered her hand and scanned her surroundings. The placement of the materials won’t pose any threat to her life. When the professor rapped her knuckles on a torn pillar with ferocity, it hardly budged. There was also plenty of room to stand up on her feet in this secluded premise. She quickly brushed off the residue from her dirtied skirt.

‘ ...Sothis? ’

No response. Confuzzled, Byleth made another attempt.

‘ Sothis… Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping. ’

Once again, no response. The teal-haired frowned. This was especially concerning. Sothis was never the type to leave her hanging. After all, she is the only person in existence to be able to communicate and see her. There’s no doubt that the petite woman would jump at every opportunity to talk at her beck and call. (Almost like a cat!) To boot, wherever Byleth is, Sothis was always there by her side.

‘ I’m sure I’ll figure it out later. ’

There was no point in dwindling upon the matter. Thinking and wishing won’t bring the short woman back to her side. Besides, there are far more important matters to tend to as of right now.

Byleth eventually recognized the Sword of Creator’s presence. The weapon had laid comfortably on the cracked pavements, waiting for its master to relinquish their ownership.

‘ I should get out of here. ’

The ex-mercenary thought of her next course of action as she retrieved her sword. She sheathed the ancient relic back on her waist and looked up at the hole. Gauging from its distance, size, and her skillset, Byleth should be able to make it.

Knees and elbows bent, the professor jumped up and grabbed ahold of the hole’s borders. Thanks to her efforts in training with the students and remaining vigilant with her exercises, this posed little to no strain on her muscles.

Byleth popped out of the pile like a flying fish. Both of her legs straightened as she squarely plopped on the ground. Had her students witnessed this feat, they would have clapped and praised for her acrobatic endeavors!

The teal-haired’s eyes nearly boggled out of its sockets. Unfortunately, desolation was her audience.

It was so barren, and this place... It was once the defense base of the monastery. Various structures were in shambles as if someone or something had rocked this sacred area; its servitude as a protective guardian beyond its walls was fruitless. When she glanced up, the sky high above was cloudless, but consist of a sun tormenting those below with its rays of light. If there was someone worth mentioning, it’s those pesky crows that perched on the black branches of a dead tree. Six of them stared at Byleth; their beaks were clamped shut. It appears that they have a new subject to overwatch on this land.

Byleth tapped the side of her head as she examined her setting.

‘ Just what in the world happened here…? ’

So far, Byleth can’t see a single, notable landmark beyond the base that would pinpoint her next destination. Her shoulders and head slumped.

‘ I have no choice but to walk around and find a village. If I remember correctly, there should be one behind this defense structure. ’

The woman glanced over her shoulder. There was an old, architectural wooden gate that led straight to the interior of the monastery’s ground. Many small communities gathered as a way to become closer to the Church of Seiros. Past the villages and towns, the Officer’s Academy sat above the civilians. To the residents, this was a gift. To the teacher, this meant hope for human contact.

Glimmers of sweat formed on her forehead, the metallic armor she usually wears during battle beginning to rise in temperature. The instructor felt her eyebrow twitch. It was getting hot. Like, really REALLY hot.

‘ I really should get a move on. ’

CAW! CAW! CAW!

Oh, if those flocks of birds can give it a rest!

Byleth tensed her shoulders and glared at the source. The crows wildly cried out, their black wings flapping at similar intervals with their callings. They were so quiet before. What made them act up? Is it because they found her amusing? Or is she too boring of a subject for observation? She stiffened her dry lips when one of the six crows left the mass. This particular bird flew right in her direction.

‘ Oh no! ’

Alarmed, Byleth sidestepped. What she did not take into account after sidestepping was catching sight of the military. The small group of soldiers that appeared from the now-opened wooden gate were chattering with each other. There were five of them. One of them held onto the reins of a snow-white horse as four others respectively held lances and swords in their hands. Some laughed out loud, one nearly doubled over from the profound topic. Whatever cheery banter they had came to a screeching halt, per contra.

“...”

“?”

Upon closer inspection, Byleth noticed that they were from the Adrestian Empire.

‘ Edelgard… ’ Her eyes widen. ‘ Edelgard! ’

How lucky! Meeting up with these fellow comrades meant that she could reunite with the Black Eagles! Her students must be worried sick if she had been sleeping outside of her dormitory room, even more so outside of the Officer’s Academy! Edelgard might give her a good scolding, but that’s the least of her worries!

The professor’s stoic features faintly brightened as she approached the soldiers.

“Excuse me--”

“EEK!”

Byleth nearly tumbled forward and onto her face; she caught herself in the nick of time by flailing her arms. She whipped her head towards the source.

Lo and behold, it was one of the soldiers. He stood rigid and hugged his lance. Not that he was the only one who squealed like a little girl. The other four warriors blanched at the sight of the instructor. Byleth let out a weary sigh.

“I hope you understand that your reactions really hurt me.”

“STAY AWAY!”

“...hah?”

The ex-mercenary was not one for explicitly showcasing her emotions. She just can’t seem to break out any form of expressions beyond disappointment, shock, content, and the occasional cheeky smile. In this case, she bluntly expressed bewilderment. What is wrong with them? Just because she has difficulty in showing features doesn’t mean she looks like a horror show!

Before Byleth could request for information, the five soldiers aimed their weapons at the staff member.

“Mommy, I’m so sorry for doubting you!”

“I thought you died!”

“G-GHOST!”

“What should we tell the emperor!?”

“GO BACK, YOU FIEND!”

It was a discombobulated verbiage. Byleth could not even muster the energy to say something witty right back at them. Actually-- There was no need for wittiness. The teal-haired woman unsheathed her Sword of Creator and pointed it at them. This elicited another squeal from the same male; the tip of his weapon trembled violently.

“I don’t want to do this,” she murmured. “But you leave me with no choice.”

The entire fight sequence took less than a minute, to her surprise. Perhaps fear had gotten to their nerves as their stances were out of line. Simple dodge mechanics and closing in on them made their souls fly out of their body. Byleth also made sure to use the butt end of her handle to knock the stubborn ones out. If anything, her existence made them faint!

“...”

Out of all the conflicts she had witnessed and experienced, this one has to be the most embarrassing of them all. At least it made the traverse to the inner parts of the monastery easier. This was also made possible thanks to the horse that one of the soldiers had. Unlike the horse’s owner, this creature was indifferent with respect to the instructor.

“Hope you don’t mind me borrowing him,” she mumbled under her breath. “I’ll return the horse later.”

That was something she appreciates after the ruckus this day has become. Besides, there is not a moment to waste. She must hurry back to the Officer’s Academy and reunite with her students!

The trek from the outsider borders and into the community opened up to a setting she was familiar with. Villagers and merchants occupied the roads and houses. Domestic animals greeted Byleth with their barks and yelps. Foreigners from all parts of Fodlan were frequently spotted in the midst of small crowds. This revisitation alone almost made the professor forgive and forget the incident with the soldiers earlier that day.

However, something was amiss. As the black horse slowed his pacing, she overheard one of the local merchants.

“It’s already been five years, hasn’t it?”

“Ah, yes… Five years since the fighting with the three nations has started.”

A faint sigh came from the old woman. She adjusted her hold on the cane and shook her head at the female merchant.

“I hope this war can end soon. I’ve heard Lady Edelgard has gone mad since she lost someone.”

“Who?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just a rumor.”

Byleth nearly tore the rein from pulling it back so harshly. This caused the horse to lift his front hooves up and madly kick the air. Had the creature prolonged its posture for another second, the poor mentor would have fallen off of his back. The horse threw his head upward. Evidently, the mammal fidgeted on the spot. She loosened her hold on the reins and soothingly pat his neck.

‘ Five years… Five years?! And what war?! I don’t remember there being any conflict yesterday! ‘ The patting slowed to a stop. ‘ This is all a dream, isn’t it? ’

The woman retracted her hand. She proceeded to pinch her own cheek and pull on it. Pain shot up from the abrupt stretching of the epidermis. Byleth released it with watery eyes.

‘ This isn’t a dream. ’

Dread loomed over her head. Whatever burst of energy she had now trickled out rapidly. Byleth’s guts continuously pound against its own chest, bellowing of impending bad news. Her jawlines became prominent. So many questions boiled underneath her sturdy exterior. At any given moment, she might explode from the deadly force of her curiosity and confusion.

‘ ...I have to see my students. ’

Byleth flicked the reins and leaned forward, the horse galloping as fast as possible towards the tall structures.

Pristine conditions that were evident from the distance eroded its illusion the closer she got. Many of the stone blocks were blown to smithereens. Black marks discolored the once-wonderful and prestigious academy for the students and staff. It made Byleth wonder what her father, Jeralt, would say about the condition. (Not that he would have anything to say in the first place.) Maybe Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn would have had a stronger reaction towards this mess. The fact that the holy ground was stampeded all over by the force of bloodshed would be more than enough to make any devoted followers of Seiros wail for redemption.

At least the marketplace was spared, albeit the number of foreigners and refugees from other parts of the nations increased by tenfold.

“Halt!”

One of the soldiers at the main gate raised his hand. She immediately heeded to his motion and slowed the black creature. The horse tossed let out a small puff through his nostrils as the man approached the dismounted woman. His brown irises gazed upon Byleth’s. Then, his eyes widen.

“Wait… are you really…?”

“?”

She blinked.

“Oh, right! You must’ve forgotten about me already.” The man became bashful, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. A wide grin ran across his face as the helmet overshadowed his eyes. This was a complete contrast to his prior tonality; the deep voice erased with a higher pitch. “Please allow me to speak to you normally again.”

‘ Normally? What could he possibly mean? ’

The steel soldier saluted to Byleth.

“Greetings, Professor! I welcome you back to the monastery!”

“...Thank you.”

It was him, alright. The same fellow that had always greeted her since day one at the academy. Although military personnel were, overall, kind, none of them matched the level of generosity and sweetness as this man. His famous “Greetings, Professor!” always echoed in the back of her mind whenever she thinks of this particular soldier. Five years hardly did a number to his young features. Perhaps he had gotten more handsome instead? Byleth finds it an amusing thought to ponder about.

His smile lingered on his features as he lowered his hand.

“I knew you were alive! I’ve always had hopes that you would return to us.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

He scratched the side of his head.

“Don’t you remember? Five years ago, the Black Eagle Strike Force all witnessed your death at the hand of Lady Rhea… though I don’t know the details all too well since I wasn’t a part of that battle.”

“I’m still not following you.”

It sounds simple on paper, but when he reiterated the information, she simply responded with a blank stare.

Death? How in the world did that concept bear fruit? Unmistakably, Byleth is alive and well. The ex-mercenary curled and uncurled her fingers. Her sense of touch was still intact. She can perform basic arithmetic. Her memory hasn’t failed her so far, save it for her origin and real age. These were some of the traits that a deceased person wouldn’t retain. A dead person is anything but alive. There was also the mention of Rhea… The tactician held the side of her head. Just what does she have to do with Byleth’s lifeline?

“I could see that you’re still confused, Professor...”

“I am.”

“I suggest that you talk to the emperor about this. I’m sure Lady Edelgard will be pleased to hear of this news.”

Hearing her name caused Byleth’s heart to increase its thumping intensity. She placed a hand on her chest and formed a small smile.

“I will do that, then.”

Pleased with her answer, the gatekeeper allowed her to go through the main floors of the monastery. A step into the main floor garnered more attention than she needed. Many Adrestian Empire’s soldiers penetrated her vulnerable exterior with their piercing stares. Some became as white as a sheet. Some began to tremble at the sight of the professor. Others toughened their features. All of their reactions were anything but pleasant.

‘ If only more of them acted like the Gatekeeper. ’

Whispers of a ghost floated around her auditory organ. Uncertainty filled the atmosphere as she marched onward to the classrooms. She found herself standing inside one of them by the doorless entranceway. The sight of her assigned classroom for the Black Eagles still stood well after the supposed five years time gap. As for the other classrooms? Empty. Not a single soul existed in the Blue Lions and Golden Deers Houses.

Just where are the students? The premise should have never been this empty… unless they have all graduated? That was plausible since the students would have to leave the academy in pursuit of their own goals. Then again, there is also that war that was mentioned-- and Lady Rhea being the cause of her death.

Byleth cupped her own chin and lowered her head. There are too many outliers here, and she doesn’t have Sothis to confide to. She’s on her own. Her eyes narrowed. These questions and theories can’t go unanswered. Perhaps it would be best she shares this knowledge with the two people she trusts: Jeralt and Edelgard.

“Professor? Is that really you?”

Isn’t there a pleasant tinkle to that articulation. Byleth knew fully well who it was. She barely got the chance to turn around when Petra and Dorothea advanced to their mentor. The princess of Brigid gleamed and immediately reached out to grab ahold of her hand.

“Oh, Professor! How we miss you so much! I knew you were alive at all these times!”

They’ve changed so much. Both of them radiated in beauty as a blooming flower. It also appears that Dorothea had dropped the signature hat. (What a shame.) It was the warmth that she happily received. In spite of the fact that Byleth would want to contradict with her statement, the tears that flowed down her and Dorothea’s cheeks made her hold back her words. She merely nodded her head in silence.

“You know how worried you made us?” Dorothea used the back of her hand to wipe the teardrops. “When Edie told her that you died, I didn’t believe in her.”

“Yes. I am the same way too. Edelgard is wrong about that.”

“Whoa, what’s with the commotion. Both Lady Edelgard and I would like for you both to-- Teach?”

His long, luscious orange hair flowed naturally as he swooped into the room. Right next to Ferdinand, there was another familiar figure that Byleth would never mistake in her lifetime and the next. The two nobles hurried over to the small group of three. He glanced up and down at Byleth with stern features.

“Professor… is that really… you?”

That question is quite popular, isn’t it? Byleth resisted the urge to make a witty remark and, once again, nodded silently. Compared to the relief that washed over the two other females, Ferdinand crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“I do not wish to be rude, but I cannot find myself to believe that you are Byleth.”

“Ferdinand! That is extremely rude of you to say that!” Dorothea scolded. “The Professor, whom we believed was dead, is finally here with us! Isn’t that a miracle?”

“I find it hard to trust in that miracle, Dorothea. Just look at our Professor here. Don’t you find something odd about her?”

“That she doesn’t have bright green hair? Please. Physical trait can’t--”

“Dorothea, please listen to me. I cannot shake off this feeling that--”

“The professor had simply lost her power with Sothis.”

Byleth felt the regal woman’s armored hands touch her arms. Then, without warning, she embraced the teal-haired. The professor had already gotten used to hugs from Edelgard when she was young, but this one felt different somehow.

Anxiety. Fear. Loneliness.

Byleth let out a shaky exhale.

“Is that why I can’t hear Sothis anymore?”

“...yes.”

How in Fodlan did this Edelgard know about Sothis? Had she spoken to her about it previously?

“Five years have passed, and we all thought you were gone.” Edelgard parted from the hug, yet kept her hold on the older woman’s arms. She raised her head and fixated her eyes on Byleth’s. “How long I’ve waited for this moment for you to return…”

“...”

There was that five-year gap. Perhaps there were things that Byleth hadn’t remembered. Her instincts were itching to dive deeper into the logistics of that theory. Something told her that she needed to really explore that possibility. There was also the exploration of this five-year jump. So much has changed, and so much information has been left out for Byleth. She must play the catch-up game with the members of Black Eagles.

Nevertheless, that could wait. The Edelgard that stood in front of her is older and is in dire need of comfort. Byleth pulled Edelgard into another hug. With one hand holding her head, the professor pressed her lips on the top of the emperor’s head. If there were a few things that didn’t change, one of them was Edelgard’s sensitive and childish nature.

“I’m sorry I was gone for a long time.”

“All that matters is that you have returned to us, my teacher.”

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