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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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Female reader x top lady lesso with strap, at the end of it all readers shaking, out of breathe, can't really move anymore is what I been asking for the longest

Hey hey hey anon! You asked & I’ll gladly deliver. Added ask @ladylessowife —‘Could you maybe do 48 with Lesso pls?’ Hope you all Enjoy ♥️

I’ll Rock Your World ~Top!Lady Lesso xFem Reader

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#48. “Watch your mouth...”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, overstimulation, eating out, strap-fucking, kissing, praise kink, lovely aftercare, etc.

Enjoy (;

“No one’s ever made you climax? Like only yourself…??” Lesso surprisingly asked you.

“Yep. None of my past partners or hookups have ever been able to… you know…”

“Make you cum?” Lesso bluntly stated.

Blush crept up your cheeks lightly.

Maybe this wasn’t the best thing to confess to the woman you’d been seeing but hadn’t been intimate with yet…

“Yeah…” you admitted in a whisper.

Lesso stared at you with her mouth agape. But she also noted your sensitivity to the subject.

“Wow… I mean, I’m sorry no one’s been able to please you well…” she comforted.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve just come to the conclusion that I do it best.”

At this, the red head cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I just know my body better than they all did, I guess.”

“Watch your mouth...” Lesso teasingly warned you, “Don’t challenge me, baby…”

“What…?” You chuckled.

“I’d have you cumming over and over again until your body goes limp…” Lesso confidently purred.

“Don’t be so sure…” you mumbled.

Lesso then got up and walked over to you, cupping your chin and raising it to her standing form.

“If you decide to give me that chance, I would most definitely.” She lovingly purred.

“Thank you, Baby…” you whispered, smiling lovingly up at her.

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Throughout the next week, you thought about what Lesso had said. And the whole idea made you curious.

Dating the one and only dean of evil was one thing…

Fucking the one and only dean of evil was a whole added thing…

But you wanted the woman. Even if your expectations were let down once again. You wanted to try.

So, that evening, you walked into Lesso’s office with an agenda on your mind. You closed the door behind you and plopped yourself right in the red heads lap.

“Hey…!” Lesso playfully exclaimed, “I’m working he—!”

Your lips were on hers before she could finish her statement. Your lips kissed the red heads with fervor and passion, which Lesso eagerly reciprocated. Your hips ground into her lap, and the red heads hands eagerly gripped your hips to aid your grindings. You both needily moaned into the kiss.

Eventually, you both had to pull away for oxygen. Lesso was staring at you with a big fucking smirk and wide eyes.

“God, you’re allowed to interrupt my work anytime now, baby…” she breathlessly groaned.

You giggled lightly, not stopping your grindings into her lap.

“I’m ready. I want you…” you whispered, attaching your hot mouth to the red heads pressure point.

Lesso let out a guttural groan as her head flung back. But she was quick to check herself as she processed your words.

“Are you sure, Baby…?” She breathlessly asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, going to crash your lips back into the red heads eagerly, but you were stopped by her hand.

“There’s no need to rush…” She purred, “Let me take care of you…”

“Ok…” you panted, your heart racing.

“First things first, if I do something you don’t like and want me to change say ‘yellow’, and if you just want me to stop all together say ‘red’… Understand?”

“I understand…”

Lesso smiled at your agreement. She then scooped you up and carried you to her private quarters, dropping you below her on her bed.

“What do you want, Baby…?” She taunted.

“I… Fuck me—please…” you stuttered.

Lesso’s eyes twinkled with lust.

“Alright, I’ll be right back…”

Lesso left to go into her closet, and she came back out in nothing but her undergarments and her blue strap-on dick. You eyes widened and you bit your lip, nodding eagerly. But the red head tutted you off.

“Not yet, Baby… First, I want to taste you.”

Her words made you melt on the spot. You immediately stripped off all your clothes and opened your legs wide for the blonde.

“Someone’s eager aren’t they…?” Lesso teased.

You playfully stuck your tongue out in response, but your face quickly contorted into a silent scream of pleasure when Lesso caught you off guard by swiftly sliding her tongue through your folds. The red head continued to lap away at your folds, slowly building to your climax.

“Oh, OHHhHhhhH—!!” You moaned out, grasping Lesso’s red hair tightly.

“Hmmmm, you like that baby…?” The red head taunted.

You nodded vigorously.

“Please… whatever you’re doing… don’t stop…!!” You whimpered.

Lesso lowered her mouth back down to your heat.

“Oh baby…” she chuckled, “I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon…”

That skilled tongue of Lesso’s edged you all the way right up to the edge of your high.

“You gonna cum for me, Baby…?” She lustfully cooed.

Your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“Yes yes, so close please please Leo—!!”

“Uh uh, eyes open, baby…”

You opened your hooded eyes and the view of the red head in between your legs sent you over the edge.

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“I… God Fuck me Leo please—!!” You whimpered.

You couldn’t take anymore of her teasing, skilled tongue. You wanted to be filled by her. Fully.

“Alright, Baby…” The red head lustfully chuckled.

~~~

You cried out in pleasurable pain as Lesso continued to pound into you through your upteenth orgasm of the night.

“Yesss Baby…” the red head lustfully hissed, “I know my dick feels so good…”

Your mouth spewed more incoherent mewls and cries, your hands fisted in the bed sheets, and your head rolled back in overwhelming pleasure.

“But why are you crying…?” She taunted, “Isn’t this what you asked for?”

You let out a guttural moan as the woman hit that sweet spot deep inside you, and you nodded vigorously.

“Do you want me to stop…?” Lesso wickedly purred, “See, i don’t think you do… Not by the way your juices are spilling out of your cunt… Not by the way your crying out my name…”

“No no no don’t stop GOD don’t stop—!!” You cried out.

Lesso continued to rut into you with skill, only pushing you further to your next climax.

“That’s okay, Baby… Keep crying and I’ll let you cum on my dick as many times as you’d like…” She purred.

You merely mewled and nodded in response.

“My pretty crybaby…” Lesso cooed.

~~~

You didn’t usually like being proved wrong, but in this case… so worth it.

You were still shaking and all trembly as Lesso finally put the strap away. She came up to you, pulling you close to her so that she could properly clean you up. She gently washed your thighs clean and you spasmed every once and a while from how sensitive you were. Your breathing was labored and still extremely out of it.

“Shhhhh, You did so good, baby, so good…” the red head cooed, cleaning around your heat with a warm rag.

Afterwards, the red head pulled you into her form, causing you to whine slightly at your sore figure being moved.

“Shhhhhh, just cuddle into me, sweet girl…” she cooed.

You were quick to fall asleep in the red hair’s arms.

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elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

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Resume : Reader is a little obsessed with Leonora and started stalking her to be closer. ( Just pure cuteness )

Warning : none

Ship : Leonora Lesso x Reader

Leonora just loved teasing you.

She knew very well how much power she had over you and of course, she had noticed how every time she was close to you, your pulse would get impossibly higher and that your cheeks would get to a perfect cherry red.

For her it was just pure satisfaction to know she could break you so easily. You were like an innocent little bunny and she was the big bad wolf waiting to catch her prey.

It wasn't bothering you though, it was pretty much the contrary. You loved it so much that you kinda started to search for the women in the castle, only wishing to see her or just get a bit closer to her so she'd notice you and maybe give you a bit of attention.

To be quite honest, you had developed a huge crush on the Lady and you just couldn't spend a day without being able to see her at least once.

It didn't take long before you realised that your feelings for Leonora had became way to strong and that your little stalking session more uncontrollable.

You had tried to keep yourself away really but to no avail.

The Dean of evil simply was way to perfect and intoxicating for you to stay away.

You had grown literally addict to the way her perly green eyes would fall on you with pure hunger, like if the women actually wanted to consume you whole.

For you it was the only way you could ever feel desired by her because no way you'd tell her how much you craved her touch and her lips on your skin.

You had to keep it a secret and until today, you thought you had succeeded.

What a fool really to think you could keep something like this form the Dean of Evil.

Or course she knew.

She knew the first second she saw you trying to sneak around her for the first time.

After all Leonora Lesso was everything if not aware and careful of her surroundings.

She have been tough to keep her sense in alert and to be quite vigilant of every little details so it really didn't take long for her to notice you.

Yet, Lady Lesso had decided not to tell you and just enjoy your cute little attempt to sneak on her.

Really she thought it was adorable and she quite enjoyed it to be honest.

Unknowingly to you, the women had grown quite fond of you to, so it wasn't a problem for her to know you close to her at all time. It was a way for the Dean to know you were safe and well so she didn't had any intention to stop you.

That, until one day when Leonora spotted you hiding so close to her, that she felt and smelled your presence all around herself.

Until now, you never had the guts to get so close to her. It was the first time she realised how easily she could literally ambushed you in your corner and devour you all and the only idea of it was way to exciting to ignore.

So she act and didn't waist a single second before literally rushing toward you and pressing you against the wall you were hiding against.

Leonora then grabbed your two wrist and brought them up your head with only one hand of hers.

Your eyes had gone wide the second you realized how fucked you were. Your lips let out a weak whine when you suddenly felt the women you love, press her body against yours a bit more followed by the delicious sensation of her lips on the skin of your neck.

The Dean of evil while tasting your skin moaned and bit at your flesh for an instant, letting your eyes close in pure bliss and your mouth mumble her name so so tenderly.

Following your voice after that, was only the redheads praises to you before you felt yourself blush furiously and realise your heart literally started beating like crazy.

Oh my darling girl, you don't even know how much I love to feel your pulse races for me...

You are such a good little girl, so obsessed with me that you need to feel close at all time don't you?

Your eyes went immediately into hers when your mind registered what Leonora had just said. You bite your bottom lips then, before shyly sending her a nod.

Lady Lesso's face lit up at your concession, bringing a wicked smirk to her lips followed by her beautiful and terribly sexy voice that made you dizzy.

Well, I'll tell you something then love...what if you stayed in my chamber tonight.

You felt your heart literally stopped at some point just after she propose you that, because you couldn't believe it.

Leonora Lesso was asking you to join her for the night...god it was a dream come true.

You really wanted to answer her, more that anything but you were frozen in place, your lips a little bit open in shock and your heart hammering back in your chest.

The only reaction the redhead had to your apparent loss of word was to giggle a little and kiss your lips with her and caress your cheek delicately.

You rapidly came back to your senses at the warmth and taste of her, kissing Leonora back with love and passion. Then, after you both separated from each other, you smiled and nodded with so much eagerness that the taller women kissed you back this time much more rapidly before she bit her lips and gave you a wink.

See you later then my little stalker.

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cepetriwrites · 1 year

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SGE Fanfic New Chapter!

Just posted chapter seven for my School of Good & Evil fanfic! November is just going to be a month of straight writing lol.

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Penelope’s roommates were celebrating in their room after Yuba’s class. “He’s your True Love for sure!” Arinsoë said, twirling with a pillow around their room.

“I wish my prince had done that,” Dahu sighed dreamily.

Penelope blushed, “Did it really look that romantic?”

“YES!” They both squealed and they all dissolved into giggles.

“He’s definitely going to ask you to the Snow Ball.” Arinsoë said.

“This should make it easier to decide,” Dahu said.

“What do you mean?” Penelope asked.

“You received two roses, and the Wish Fish couldn’t show your greatest desire. Eric saving you and being able to tell when you’re disguised should clear it up now right?” Dahu asked.

Penelope felt her smile fall, “I haven’t had any time to talk to Cedric though, what if he’s my true love but I don’t realize it because I spend all my time with Eric?”

Dahu patted her hand, “You’ll figure it out, Princess Uma said only one prince can fully have your heart, you’ll be drawn to him, he’ll fall in love with you and then we’ll all go to the snowball together.”

Penelope smiled again, trying to reassure herself, everything was going so nicely, she finally felt like she belonged, she had friends, a potential prince, she had her place in life. She would figure out her true love, get her happy ending, and nothing would ruin it.

Not even when she didn’t score within the top five in her beautification class. Or when she performed flawlessly in Princess Etiquette, only to still take a 7th rank. Animal communication was her biggest flounder, as she was unable to procedure any satisfactory whistle sounds. A rusted 20 appeared above her head, and fear began to gnaw in her stomach. Dahu and Arsinoe assured her she would do better in the next class. In a History of Heroism she practically leapt out of seat to answer each question, garnering her only a three.

Her friends comforted her on the way to lunch. “Today’s classes were just a little tricky.” Arinsoë said, squeezing her hand.

“Whistling can be hard,” Dahu said sympathetically, “I can help you practice and you’ll get it in no time!”

Practice… Penelope had practiced for years, she had excelled in every course, mastered the art of being a perfect princess under her mother’s guidance. Every person she encountered proclaimed they had never met a Gooder person. What had happened? She wondered as they walked through the tunnel to lunch.

The truth was nothing had happened to Penelope. She was, and still was an excellent pupil with natural intelligence and grace. She was exemplary, unfortunately, so was every other princess at the school. And when you’re surrounded by the best, someone has to be the worst.

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“I am going to vomit,” Narcissus said, watching the princes slowly sidle up to the princesses practically shivering with anticipation to begin courting. It made her heart clench with disgust.

“Um, one of them is coming over here,” Kali said.

A princess with uncharacteristically short hair, soft pink lips, and bright brown eyes, carrying two baskets, walked past the invisible border and was waving at them. No, at Ethel. The three girls snapped their heads to her.

“What is happening?” Havu hissed.

Ethel didn’t answer, looking like she had seen a ghost, as the princess approached. “Hi Ethel!” She said cheerfully as she sat down. “I’m sorry I didn’t come over the first day, I was, well, in shock I guess, and the second day the princes weren’t going to let anyone through.” She shook her head looking slightly exasperated. “But today I made it through! I even got you a basket, the fairies are not happy with me.” She placed it in front of a stunned Ethel.

Kali’s eyes narrowed, “You’re the other Reader.”

The girl nodded her head, “I’m Rose, nice to meet you!”

“Why is your hair so short?” Havu asked.

“Oh,” Her hand touched the soft fuzz covering her scalp, the cut was poorly done, and shorn close to her scalp. “My mother cut it.”

“Was she jealous of your looks?” Kali asked.

“It’s what Gavaldon parents do to their good kids, it’s in hopes of deterring the School Master from taking them,” Ethel finally said.

Rose nodded, “My parents also asked me to be cruel, but I couldn't bring myself to do it,” she laughed softly. “I probably should’ve.” She had a cheerful demeanor, but it felt more like a facade to cover up sadness.

Narcissus picked at her nails, she had heard of Readers of course, but mainly how they could be massive disasters and tended to be unequipped for the School. It had never occurred to her that it was because they were kidnapped. She shooed away the odd feeling those realizations gave her.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Rose said to Ethel.

“You are?” Ethel asked, very surprised.

“Oh no, not because, I mean,” Rose stammered, “Because you’re so headstrong, you don’t let people push you around, it gives me courage.”

Ethel looked down, her eyes getting wet, “I’m glad you’re here too.”

“Oh Ethel!” Rose flung her arms around her. “We’re going to get through this!” Ethel timidly hugged her back

Narcissus felt like she was intruding on a private moment, she and her roommates shifted away from the emotional hug. Across the lawn she could see the other Evers staring in shock, but the two Readers paid no mind to anyone.

The next two weeks found the students settling into a routine. Narcissus, determined to never find herself in the third tier, and needing to compensate for her lackluster performance in special talents, threw herself into her studies. She diligently wrote notes in every class, pestered the professors with questions and read and annotated every chapter before class.

She made her roommates quiz her and would hound professors for advice and study guides after class. While they found her needling annoying, they were excited to a student so wholeheartedly dedicated to their studies.

Her mother was writing multiple times a week, checking her rank status, quizzing her. Other family members were writing to her too, ordering her not to let down the family. Narcissus was turning in satisfactory reports, earning praise for the first time in years. She never included that there were days when she felt like she was failing, when she stayed up for hours because the lessons didn’t stick in head. It didn’t matter as long as she could keep her ranks in the mid-60s. Her only wish was that her headaches would go away.

Ethel struggled in classes but was able to stay afloat with studying, every lunch she and Rose would sit together and pore over their studies, helping to quiz each other much to the shock of both sides. The effort required for her to stay alive meant no outbursts or fights, to the relief of her roommates.

Kali and Havu were excelling in class, battling for top ranks, and the ultimate prize: Class Captain, with a few other high achieving Nevers. Narcissus burned with jealousy watching them succeed while putting in half the time that she was. It seemed that all the studying couldn’t compete with natural skill.

Elsewhere Penelope was finding herself in a potentially dire predicament. She kept trying to study, but academia, which had once been an easy thing, requiring little work, was now arduous. She was managing to stay in middling ranks, purely due to natural talents she possessed heavily compensating for her inadequate study skills. She didn’t understand why it was so difficult for her, but she had to figure it out soon, the challenges were going to get tougher.

Disaster struck two weeks later, during surviving fairy tales. Yuba was instructing them on which leaves could be used for eating, which would kill you, and which didn’t do anything in particular. It was not a particularly exciting lesson to children unaware of their own mortality. Especially when some of the students had been given new slingshots…

Narcissus was diligently scribbling away at her notes, doing her best to accurately sketch each leaf, grilling Yuba about the real colors of the leaf. He was happy to have a student so intently hanging onto his every word. Which is why he didn’t notice the boys taking up target practice.

Several loud cracks snapped everyone out of their focus on the lesson. Everyone turned towards the noise, the guilty party held their slingshots limply in their hands. The students’ eyes tracked the path of destruction to some broken branches hanging by a thread near a nest of sleeping bone stymphs.

“What did you do?” Yuba asked, a scary edge to his voice.

“It’s okay,” one of them answered, “only Nevers can wake them up.”

“That’s not true,” Kali said horrified, staring at the nest.

A bone stymph slowly rose from it, stretching out it’s wings, everyone held their breath as it took them all in. “What do we do?” Ethel whispered; then it let out an ear shattering screech.

“Run!” Yuba said.

Chaos broke loose in the Blue Forest as the sixteen students scattered, everyone screaming, as three bone stymphs launched themselves out of the nest and swooped towards their targets. Yuba waved his staff, attempting to stun the stymphs, but it was hard to strike them while they dipped and dived towards the students. Some of the princes tried using their slingshots to fight the stymphs.

“NO!” The Nevers screamed, the stymphs grew even angrier and one managed to grab a prince in its claws.

Yuba shot sparks from his staff to frighten the bird, succeeding in forcing it to drop it’s prey. A net appeared, catching the student, mostly unharmed. The three birds swooped to dive bomb Yuba, he aimed his staff to take care of them, but was knocked off balance by a fleeing student. The edge of the staff exploded, throwing everyone nearby to the ground.

Narcissus struggled to pull herself up, spitting out blood, a new exit had been created by the blast, a large gaping circle had been made by blasting through the foliage. She heard a screech and saw a stymph, flapping its wings and staring at her intently. Narcissus scrambled off the ground and stumbled through the exit rather than risk ending up in its claws.

“No! Stop!” Yuba frantically called after the few students who went running through the new exit. But it was too late, in an effort to escape the stymphs, some of the students had run into the Endless Woods.

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Penelope crashed through the broken branches and shrubbery, desperate to escape the sharpened claws of the stymphs. The light disappeared and she could barely see, but she didn’t stop running until she couldn’t hear the screeching. Even then she kept running, until something finally tripped her and she crashed onto the floor. Penelope laid there, sides heaving, she had never run so far and fast in her life. Her lungs burned and her legs felt like pudding. Her palms stung, she squinted seeing scraped skin and flesh blood oozing from the open wounds. She had never been hurt like this before.

She turned around trying to figure out where in the blue forest she was. A chill ran down her spine as she realized what was missing: blue. Instead of the vibrant shades of turquoise, cerulean, navy, and indigo, there were browns and greens. She wasn’t in the Blue Forest anymore, she realized with a sinking stomach. She was in the Endless Woods. She heard a howl in the distance and frantically tried to figure out which direction she had come from. But it was useless, she was lost.

She shivered and hugged herself walking forward, her eyes adjusted, she wasn’t stuck in a pitch dark forest. She wondered where she was, she wondered when the sun would go down. How was she going to survive? Two weeks of class were not enough for all the dangers lurking in these woods.

Penelope tried to stay quiet as she walked through the Woods, she had never been alone in the forest, she had never been alone, not like this. The forest was too quiet and too full of noise at the same time. She could hear sounds, mysterious commotion caused by unseen things. Were they friendly? Hunger? Indifferent? She wiped her eyes, she’d never been so scared in her life.

“Why am I walking?” She whispered to herself. She couldn’t find which direction she came from, she didn’t know where to go, she couldn’t survive for long. The teachers, she thought firmly, they’ll come find me, they won’t let me stay out here. If the teachers were searching for her, which they were, then it didn’t make sense to keep walking. She just needed to stay put until the search party came for her. She was a princess, she was meant to be rescued.

She sat down and curled her knees to her chest, they’d be here soon, she’d get washed up, and have dinner in the dining hall. Arsinoë and Dahu would hug her and tell her how worried they had been, and tonight she’d sleep in her soft satin sheets and this moment would seem like a dream.

A loud snarl ripped through the calmness of the forest, Penelope scuttled backwards into some bushes as she saw two, maybe three hulking creatures run by, she was glad she had gone unnoticed. She started to hyperventilate, she became less sure of her odds of survival. At least she managed to not become whatever that was’ snack.

A piercing scream rang out, the creatures had found a snack. “NO! Stay back!” A frightened voice called out, Penelope sat up, she knew that voice, it was a student! Penelope ran towards the noise, there they were fifty feet ahead, Penelope stopped behind a tree, taking in the scene.

Two hulking hounds, bigger than any dog Penelope had ever seen were licking their jaws at the prey they had cornered. A girl with white hair in a tattered black dress, gripping a rock, blood running down her arm, and pointing a glowing finger on the other hand. Narcissus. “I’ll do it! I’ll hex you!” She shouted, Penelope hadn’t realized how accomplished of a witch she was, none of them had had their magic unlocked, yet here she was ready to cast a spell. They hung back hesitating in a standoff.

There was a loud caw and Narcissus’ eyes glanced to her side for half a second, one giant wolf took the advantage and lunged at her, slamming her to the ground. It pinned Narcissus' hand with the glowing finger down. She used her free hand to bash the rock against the wolf’s face, the only thing keeping at bay as she tried to wrestle out of a creature three times her size. Its companion hopped around, yowling in excitement. Penelope was frozen, gripping on to the tree. She should do something, or Narcissus would die!

How? A voice inside her argued, you have no magic, no skills! All you’ll do is get yourself eaten, better run away before you’re next. Princesses aren’t warriors.

The voice was right, what was she going to do against two giant beasts? She was a princess, she wasn’t met to fight, she was meant to be saved. She resolved to sneak away, to hide, so she could be rescued by the proper people. She turned away, but Narcissus’ screams still filled her ears, she was struggling, fighting with everything she had. It was a losing battle, she probably knew that, and yet she was fighting. She had more courage than Penelope ever could. No no no NO! She was a hero! She was supposed to help people! It didn’t matter if she was outmatched. She had to try!

Penelope scanned the forest looking for something, anything she could use, finding a couple fist sized rocks she grabbed them and dropped one in her pocket. She stepped out from behind the tree and hurled the stone at the excited wolf’s head, hoping it would hit. It missed, bouncing off the wolf’s shoulder bone, but it got its attention. It turned its head towards the minor nuisance and saw a disheveled girl in a dirty pink dress with golden hair and it pounced. At that moment, Penelope realized she had failed to figure out a way to subdue the wolf after getting its attention. Right before it’s jaw could clamp down on it’s delicious meal she lunged to the side and the wolf slammed it’s head into the tree with a CRACK!

One down, Penelope thought as she watched the wolf fall back in a limp pile. She looked back to see the wolf staring very angrily at her. It growled as it stalked towards, Penelope backed away, wondering if she could pull off the same trick twice. Before it could make a meal out of Penelope there was a small zap, and the wolf dropped to the floor stunned.

Penelope stared at Narcissus in shock, unsure of what to do next. “Run you idiot!” She snapped before taking off into the forest, leaving her and the wolves behind.

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Narcissus hadn’t expected a lot of things, she hadn’t expected some stupid princes to awaken bone stymphs. She hadn’t expected to have to run through trees to escape only to find herself in the real Woods. She hadn’t expected when she dropped the ripped cloth she had been using to wipe the blood off her scratched arms, that a Grim Hound would find it. But most of all, she hadn’t expected to be saved from near certain death by a princess.

Now she was sprinting through the woods, trying to formulate a plan. The beasts would soon recover from being stunned and soon be after her trail again. Narcissus didn’t know how to shake them when she was in such unfamiliar territory. She started zig zagging through the forest, right now her best plan was to climb a tree to give her a height advantage for defense. She didn’t stop running, taking in each tree, trying to find one she could climb high to be out of the jumping range of their massive jaws.

She slid to a stop as she heard shouting, through some trees she could see writhing vines, she recognized them, leecher vines, they liked blood. And there was Penelope, tangled in them, struggling to get out. Narcissus saw a solution to her problem, Penelope would likely get out of the vines, they weren’t very strong, just scary. However once she did, the grim hounds would find her, and be set upon her. Once they had feasted on her they would likely be satisfied and not hunt Narcissus anymore.

Yes they’d be satisfied hunting and killing the girl who had overpowered them. Leaving her to be destroyed so she could survive was an easy decision, she was a villain. She should find joy in doing it. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t leave Penelope to the fate she almost suffered. Narcissus ran forward and grabbed the princess’ hand, pulling forward with all her might, yanking her free of the vines. “C’mon!” Holding tight to each other they ran away from the vines, and the familiar howls in the distance.

“How long till we’re far enough away from them?” Penelope asked panting, lagging behind Narcissus.

“Don’t you get it!” Narcissus snapped holding up an arm to blocking branches and weeds from flinging in her face. “They’re Grimm Hounds! Once they have a taste of their prey they don’t stop hunting!”

Penelope stopped running, pulling Narcissus’ arm back, “Then why are we running?” She snapped, “We’re just wearing ourselves out! Then we won’t be able to fight.” Narcissus looked at her, she was right, they were both breathing hard, bleeding, and tired. Penelope pushed her hair out of her face, “Is there anything we can do to escape them?”

Narcissus thought for a moment, “Water. Water will wash away our scent and they'll lose our trail.”

Penelope turned around, searching the forest, “How do we find water?”

Narcissus looked around, no signs of streams, or rivers, if she had been home she would know where to go.

“We’re going to be eaten by oversized mutts and my shoes are covered in mud!” Penelope stamped her foot in frustration.

Narcissus spun towards her, “What did you say?”

Penelope lifted one foot to show the mud covered pink slipper. “My shoes, they’re getting covered in mud.”

Narcissus tapped the ground with her foot, “This ground is softer, water makes mud, there might be a water source nearby!”

“How do we find it?”

“Where ever the ground slopes downward.” The two slide their feet along the ground, feeling for an incline, “This way!” Penelope grabbed Narcissus’ hand and tugged her along. They followed the wet ground as it became muddier and muddier, water starting to lightly splash their feet.

Tiny streams criss crossed and trickled downward, in the distance they could the howls of the hounds on the hunt, they ran faster until they reached a muddy puddle about three feet wide. “That’s mostly mud, there could be a bigger puddle further, but there is enough water, probably.”

“You want me to roll in the mud?” Narcissus decided to skip the debate and shove Penelope into the mud, before jumping in it like a puddle herself. Penelope stood up wiping her face. Gone was the radiant golden hair, the flawless skin, the perfect dress, all that was left was mud.

“That’s good! Let’s go!” Narcissus grabbed Penelope’s arm, “Run through every puddle you see!” And off they went again, ignoring the aching of their legs and the burning in their lungs. They splashed through every muddy puddle and stream, after wading through a shin deep creek they finally stopped running. “That… should… do it.” Narcissus said panting.

Penelope leaned against a tree for support, “What now?”

Narcissus cocked her head, listening for the Grim Hounds, they sounded frustrated, but faint, and not getting closer, she felt relatively confident they lost their trail. She looked to the sky, “It’s getting dark, we need to find shelter. How’s your climbing?”

Terrible, her climbing was terrible! Narcissus discovered Penelope didn’t have the grip strength or calluses needed to handle the rough bark biting into her hands. She had no upper body strength, making it impossible for her to pull herself up. Narcissus ended up needing to boost her up until Penelope could reach the lowest branch and hold on, her legs dangling in the air. Then Narcissus had to climb up, and pull Penelope up. Once they reached a spot in the tree where the limbs split off, leaving some space for the two to stand, she collapsed against a branch.

“Princesses are so weak.” Narcissus moaned.

“Yet Evil still loses.” Penelope said tugging on a muddy lock of hair.

Narcissus stared for a moment, then erupted into giggles, Penelope looked frightened for a moment, then joined in. Narcissus kept laughing until her ribs ached with each breath. She and the princess sat in relaxed silence as the stress and fear were momentarily lifted off their shoulders.

Narcissus watched Penelope idly picked at the mud on her forearm, “What do we do now?” The princess asked.

Narcissus shrugged, “There’s no point in doing anything until it’s daytime, even worse things come out at night.”

Penelope shuddered, “How do we fall asleep?”

Narcissus thought about all the monsters and plants Yuba had mentioned in class, she imagined them creeping up on their sleeping forms, their mouths opening wide with sharp teeth and drool dripping down on them, waking them a moment before their brutal death. Her hair stood on end, “I don’t think we should. Let’s just stay up and maybe we can come up with a plan for daylight.”

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Show Me Off- Lady Lesso x EverTeacherReader!

Synopsis: You just wanted to dance.

Warnings: Angst but I make it better, whore is used but not in a good way, nothing really too bad. But lmk if I missed any!

Word Count: 3k

A/n: I LOVE THE NICKNAME I PUT IN THIS SO PLEASE ENJOY. okay I really wanted to get something else out for you guys, and I wanted it to be smut but I don’t have the motivation for smut unfortunately 😩. But I hope you guys enjoy this one! Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed!

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You were making your finishing touches on your gown in the mirror, making sure every detail was perfect and every thread was in the right place.

You were so focused on the task at hand that you didn't even notice Lesso watching you, admiring you in the mirror. She adored you, and you looked stunning in the dress you chose.

She came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, "You look ravishing tonight, darling." She planted a kiss on your neck.

You turned in her arms, it was your turn to admire her. The fitted suit she chose was one of your favorites, the all-black three-piece suit looked so good on her.

"Thank you, love. You look as exquisite as ever." You gave her a quick peck on the lips, to not ruin your lipstick or transfer it to her.

"Are you nearly ready? We don't want to be late, we are chaperones after all." Though she was a little bit excited for this ball, well, excited to go with you, she still hated the objective of being a chaperone.

"I'm ready, there's nothing else I need but you." She smiled and placed another kiss on your lips.

You wrapped your hands around her arm as you left her quarters towards the event, you could barely contain your excitement. You thought that this was finally your time to show her off, to finally say that you're with the one and only Dean of Evil.

But you had thought wrong.

You could hear the start of the orchestra as you turned down the ballroom corridor when Lesso shrugged you off her. Confusion instantly overtook you.

"What-" Your confusion increased tenfold when her steps increased in pace. "What are you doing?"

Lesso turned back with a look that said it was clearly obvious, "You know we can't be seen that closely." The way she said that so nonchalantly brought you many feelings, and none of them were good.

"But I thought," Tears begin filling your eyes, but you can't cry. You can't ruin your makeup, so you shook your head to shun them away. "I thought tonight was when we could finally come clean and be seen together in public." It came out much more questioning than you intended.

"Please, you know it's strictly forbidden for us to be close in public." She turned back around and continued on.

There's no way that this was that easy for her. That she can say that and not feel even the slightest tinge of guilt.

"Fine." Strictly forbidden, what foolishness. She acts as if she's not the one to create these rules.

Your heart felt heavy and your bottom lip quivered slightly, knowing you'd have to enter the ballroom alone. You didn't even want to be there anymore, not after that. You contemplated turning back to your quarters for a solid minute.

But you had already put so much time into your look, plus you were expected to be a chaperone.

So, after watching your love walk away from you, she didn't even wait for you to be a little bit behind her. You continued on with your soul weighing on you like stone.

You just couldn't understand it, the way her demeanor entirely flipped threw you off. You wrapped your arms around you to ease the coldness you suddenly felt.

As you entered the elegantly decorated ballroom, themed perfectly for the celebration of the summer solstice, the doing of Dovey no doubt, you couldn't help but look around.

Each of the decorations were catching your eye, especially the colorful flowers she has expertly spaced around the room. But something dark caught your eye, like it did every time.

Lesso was standing off in the corner, her soft features nowhere to be found, with a drink in hand. You desperately wanted to walk over to her and have her wrap her arms around you or pull you on the dance floor, but you couldn't.

Lesso had finally spotted you, sending you a smile that only you would ever be able to detect. Lesso became confused herself when you didn't even attempt to return the smile, your smile was one of her favorite things.

You looked away from her and continued on, your arms falling to your side as you made your way to Professor Dovey and Professor Anemone. If she was going to barricade herself in her Never space, then you're left to be in your Ever space.

Right away, Anemone could tell something was off with you. She was your greatest friend, so of course she could clearly tell that there was something wrong when your excitement was nowhere to be found, especially when you've been excited for this ball for weeks.

"Dear, what's the matter?" She placed her hand on your elbow as she guided you away from Dovey.

"Nothing," You attempted to pass off the lie while trying so hard to not glance in Lesso's direction. "Everything is alright."

"Okay, well, I know that's not true so let's try that one more time." Yeah, she knew you well.

Everything about you deflated, your smile and posture but especially your tone, "I don't really wanna talk about it, okay? So, can we drop it and focus on the kids?" Whatever was bothering you was bad enough that you didn't open up about it, so she knew it wasn't good.

"Would you like to dance? I know I'm not your 'secret girlfriend' but maybe it'll cheer you up?" It was a lie, she knew who your secret girlfriend was.

She wasn't thick, after all, and once that sentence escaped her she realized what was going on. Anemone saw how you hadn't even looked at Lesso yet so she knew that must be at least a part of the reason.

A small smile came to your face, "Sure, why not." You said as you grabbed onto her now extended hand.

The timing couldn't have been more right as a new song had just begun when you both made it to the center of the ballroom.

All the students cleared some space as they saw you two coming. You ignored the feeling of all the eyes on you as you began dancing with her, and you could tell that there wasn't one person not watching.

You focused on each of the movements and the sound of each instrument as you both gracefully moved across the room. Both of your semi-puffy dresses move elegantly with you. The breeze increased as you both twirled and spun around the ballroom floor.

As the song came to an end, another one was soon to play, and you slowed to a small shuffle. You rested your face on her shoulder, facing away from her but in a way to speak so only she could hear, "Thank you for this, Emma."

Just as you finished your sentence and before Emma even had a chance to respond, an exasperated-looking Lesso came storming towards you both.

She didn't slow but she grabbed your arm and pulled you from Anemone in a swift move, causing you to move with her.

Lesso kept moving, walking you towards the terrace, "What are you doing?!" You tried pulling your arm from her, but you didn't try hard enough.

"I don't appreciate you being all over Emma, acting like some common whore."

You instantly stopped moving once you heard her words and crossed onto the outside terrace, a scoff escaped you, one of disbelief and disrespect, and you ripped your arm back, "I beg your pardon?!"

"There's no need for you to be all over that woman when you're simply dancing with her." She crossed her arms.

She really doesn't get it, does she?

"Emma is my friend! And we were only dancing! Where'd you get the audacity-" Your sadness began to shift to anger.

She cut you off, "Oh, please! You-"

You cut her off this time, not willing to feed her delusion, "If the image of me dancing with another is so unbearable, then you gain the courage to do so instead!"

"You know we can't do that!"

"No, we can! You just don't want to! Your reputation is far more important to you than I!"

Lesso couldn't believe a statement like that came from you, sure that kind of thing would've been expected by anyone else once they heard she was in a relationship, but not you, "That is not true."

"Really? Because, I have yet to see anything that suggests otherwise," Your tears returned. "You- you. You play into my desire of finally being able to be seen with you, only for you to tear it apart and quite literally throw me aside. Just so you can keep your spotless Never appearance." The tears finally escaped, falling effortlessly down your face and effectively ruining your makeup.

"That's, not what I meant to do," Lesso hasn't realized how much she had fucked up until this moment.

A humorless scoff came from you once more, "That's all you have to say for yourself? Not even an apology? Wow." You started turning back into the ballroom.

She stopped you with a hand on your arm, "No, darling, wait!"

You stopped, but not in the way she hoped, "No! You simply can't fix this with an 'I'm sorry', okay? Figure this out on your own." You pulled your arm back again and continued onto the ballroom.

You entered again but had no intentions of staying.

Everyone kind of paused when they saw you re-enter with tears streaming down your face, a stunned Lesso standing in her spot on the Terrace. Of course, they had all witnessed her pulling you away and watched on curiously, but they hadn't expected you to return in tears. Especially Anemone and Dovey, the two being the most stunned as their eyes followed you out of the ballroom and then redirected to Lesso.

Lesso was used to having all eyes on her, but not like this. As she walked back to the corner she was previously perched in, everyone eyed her down. It only lasted a second before she made it clear that she was still the Dean of Evil, and everyone realized that now may not be a good time to piss her off.

Dovey gave her a pointed look, one that clearly says there will be a discussion about what occurred, but Lesso couldn't bring herself to care. Not when she was too preoccupied with wondering how and what you were doing.

The answer? Not good and currently staring at the wall with dried tears on your face.

You knew you shouldn't be reacting in such a way, but you also couldn't help it. The way Leo just threw you off her and walked away without as much as looking at you, how she called you a whore for dancing with your friend. The worst part was this was entirely avoidable.

You didn't want to dance with Emma, you wanted to dance with her. You didn't want to be in the middle of the room with all eyes on you, you wanted to be in the privacy of her quarters while laying in her arms.

Eventually, after who knows how long, you got tired of sulking. You brought yourself to get changed into your pajamas and wash your face from your mess of what was once makeup. You just wanted this day to be over with.

Time crept on for the both of you, you thought sleep may help and attempted it, but failed. And Lesso tried slipping out the side of the ballroom but got caught by various people.

For every toss and turn you made in your bed, was one meter closer Lesso got to the door. She was getting close to hexing the entire ballroom before she just started shoving people out of her way with her cane to leave.

Lesso had no idea how it got so out of hand. Of course, she didn't realize just how much she was hurting you by keeping the both of you a secret, though it wasn't much of a secret. Not after tonight at least.

She continued on to your quarters, she knew you'd be nowhere else. The only annoying part about that is your quarters are on the opposite end of the school than hers is, so she had a whole journey to herself. One that allowed to realize just what she's done.

By this time, you had already shoved your face into the pillow from frustration. It was undoubtedly due to many things but you liked to blame it only on your difficulty sleeping.

Just as you sat up to get a glass of water, there was a knock at your door. You didn't have to open it to know who was standing on the other side, the pattern of the sound telling you exactly who it was.

A part of you was thrilled that she came back, back to you. But the other part wanted her to stay away.

"Go away." You spoke out, not making any attempts to move in any way.

"Starlight, it's me." You nearly burst into tears at the nickname.

She thought it fit you perfectly, not only because of your love for the stars and all things space, but because your Leo always said, 'Your eyes sparkle more than the stars, my little Starlight.'

"I know it is." Your heart kept screaming at you to at least see her.

"I came to apologize. I understand you're upset with me, and you don't have to forgive me, but can I at least look at you when I do?" For the first time tonight, you heard genuine emotion from her.

You couldn't hold back anymore, your heart won out. What an Ever thing to do.

You stayed silent as you walked to your door and opened it. The once put-together Dean was now standing in front of you, hair disheveled and emotions coating her face.

Lesso was taken aback by your appearance, not that it was bad, just not what she was expecting. She thought you'd still be all dressed up, not ready for bed with a tear-stained face. She messed up big time.

"Well?" Your voice snapped her back into the situation.

"Star, I'm sorry. I really am," She snuck past you and into your quarters, and if you had any energy, you would've attempted to stop her. "You were right about me wanting to maintain my reputation, but you were wrong that it's more important than you." You silently shut your door and turned to meet her in the middle of your room.

And for a moment, neither of you spoke. Just the looks being shared. You just looked at her, feeling many things.

She placed her hand on your cheek as your lip quivered, "My beautiful Starlight," Her thumb started brushing against your cheek. "I am sorry."

Your heart screamed for you to forgive her, but your mind told you to say what you want to say. And you decided on that.

"I guess you don't get it then?" She gave you a questioning look. "The way you just toss me aside made me feel utterly useless. And then, you call me a whore and you expect me to just pass over that? I get you're sorry, and you should be, but I'm not going to forgive you just because you say that."

Oh.

You can tell by the look on her face, she finally gets it.

"My darling girl, words can't even begin to explain how sorry I am. I fucked up, I know. I want to take it back but I can't. But what I can do is, from now on no more hiding. No more sneaking or lies. I'm done with that."

Your eyes filled with hope, "You promise?"

"I promise you, darling. From this moment on, no more hiding. Just us against the world, together." She pushed some of your hair back behind your ear.

A small smile came to your face, "Thank you, and I'm sorry I reacted so strongly. I was just really looking forward to tonight."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Star. You were simply reacting. What were you looking forward to, darling? Chaperoning?" Lesso knew you liked your job, but she didn't think you liked it that much.

"No, I, I just wanted to dance with you." The way that sentence escaped your lips, so soft and broken, made Lesso's heart lurch, she couldn't believe it.

She made her beautiful and fragile flower wilt, and she knew it was all because of her.

She reached her hand out towards you, and you looked at it curiously before looking back at her, "What-"

She didn't let you finish, "Let's dance, Starlight."

"But I'm not-"

"Right here, right now, just us. No need for fancy clothes or anyone watching."

The sweet, soft, and warm smile that Lesso has come to know and love, finally came to your face. The very one she's been wanting to see all night.

You finally accepted her hand, and when you did she stepped closer to you and placed her other hand on your waist.

You followed each step she made, soft grins spread across both of your faces as you easily moved around your quarters.

"There's no music," You pointed out.

"That is true. But who said you must have music to dance?" She rhetorically asked as she pulled your arm above your head and began to spin you.

The silence that filled the space was a comfortable one. Once you came back around again, you looked between her eyes. It was plain as day, the admiration she had for you. Whether you saw it or not was entirely different.

"Thank you for this, Leo." You moved to rest your head on her shoulder, your steps never ceasing, with your face nuzzled into her neck.

"Anything for my Starlight."

This. This is all you wanted.

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engr4vedlesso · 6 months

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! Shower | Lady lesso x Reader.

warnings: (none that I know of.)

The sound of heavy fists knocking on your door had woken you up, as you shuffled in bed. With a groggy moan you slouched against the bed frame pulling down both of your cheeks with your hands.

"Who is it?"

You said trying to set your gaze straight.

The door opened with no response. You almost fell off of the bed gathering up the sheets, glaring at the door before seeing emerald green glaring right back at you. You relaxed your tense shoulders but crossed your arms.

"What was the point of knocking if you were going to come in anyways?"

You rolled your eyes sitting up against the bedframe.

"My shower is not working, so I came to use yours.."

The red head muttered leaning against the door frame in her silky black robe, acting as a tail coat.

"What about Clarissa's" You snickered but stopped at she walked towards you, not before closing the door.

"You have just woken.. haven't you?"

She asked with her lips having a taunting smirk on them. Her robe trailed the ground behind her, menacing footsteps made their way towards you in the form of a strut.

"Yes, Lesso." You yawned sitting onto the edge of the bed doing a quick stretch.

"And you need to shower, do you not?" The evil dean asked taking your cheek in her palm as her eyes darkened at her statement.

"You may go first.." You said intertwining your hand with hers, pulling it away with suprising gentleness.

She stepped in between your legs and hauled you up into the air by your thighs.

"LEONORA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" You yelped and struggled as she carried you to the bathroom.

She shut the bathroom door with the back of her foot and dropped you onto the mat on the ground. She turned back around and locked the bathroom door. She looked down at you rolling on the floor in pain before rolling her own eyes.

With no hesitation, she shrugged the robe off of her shoulders, her skin met with cold air, with a few rare small scars here and there. Turning on the water, she approached the counter getting the bubble solution and pouring some into the water. She then carefully discarded the rest of the robe draping it over a silver towel rack in the bathroom. Her hands gentle traced the fabric before pulling away and heading towards the shower.

Meanwhile you were shocked ghost white not even the trickle of sweat trailed down your face. The dean of evil had just undressed right in front of your eyes. You looked up at her as she cleared her throat.

"If you're in here might as well come in and join me.." She smirked and slid into the bath tub with an exhale. "I don't bite.. sweetheart."

"N- No way.." You stuttered leaning against the counter holding your hand against your head as you tried not to blush. Which mad man would have the gal to decline sitting in a bath with the dean of evil herself?

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xx-state-of-mind-xx · 6 months

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Lesso: *falling asleep at the dinner table*

Dovey: Finally. I was wondering when those sedatives would kick in.

Anemone: Wait, you sedated Lesso?

Dovey: She hasn't slept in like 4 days. What did you expect me to do, ask nicely?

Anemone: I sedated her too...

Sophie: And me.

Agatha: Same. She needed sleep.

Anemone: *panicking* Alright, anyone who slipped Lesso something today raise your hand.

*everyone raises their hand*

Anemone: .....well fuck.

Dovey: ......Lesso, put your hand down.

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rosellemoon · 20 days

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Some very fun things planned for Ever Never After. One of them entails the Endless Woods not being so endless anymore.

#the school for good and evil #fanfic: ever never after #my penchant for chaos and destruction knows no bounds

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annie-creates · 3 months

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Bundle of sunshine

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst and fluff I guess?

Words: 1300

Note: I'm back! Honestly I didn't think this story would give me such a block for almost a year, as I had no idea what to do with it, but here we are! Here's a continuation of The evil witch. Thank you so much to everyone for sending your requests in in the meantime and I'll write them all I swear! I'm so sorry it took me so long.

Sleepless nights and dark days became Leonora’s new norm. Anywhere she went she could hear your happy laughter and the excited mumbling of your child. Her child. Was it even her child? Biologically sure, there was no denying that now. But would you ever let her near you and your little bundle of sunshine again? Close enough to be your family? However powerful she wanted to feel months ago, she’d trade it for your presence in a heartbeat. That’s why she tried to catch one of the infrequent moments you wondered around the castle without the insufferable princess by your side.

“So are you gonna pretend I don’t exist for the rest of your life?” she didn’t want to have attitude with you from the start but couldn’t stop the snarky tone in her voice.

However startled you were, you kept your composure intact. “Excuse you? Who do you think you’re talking to!?”

“The mother of my child? That is my baby, you can’t deny that.” She was mad and a little hurt you’d keep her from her own baby.

“I’m sorry was it not you who called me a sleep-around whore a year ago and told me to never disturb you again!?” Long gone were the days you let her manipulate and use you.

“Well maybe I got a little carried away…” Leonora admits, turning her voice down. “But you can’t keep me from my own child.”

“Nu-uh, it’s too late for that. I don’t care what wicked plan you have in your head, but my child is never gonna know you as her mother.” you emphasize, leaving her stunned in place as you forcefully pace away from her.

You couldn’t believe the audacity of that woman. Wo did she think she is? Hurting you in your most vulnerable moment, shaming your pregnancy, and then trying to crawl back in the picture almost a year after your child was born? There was no way you were gonna let her waltz back into your life when you had Lonnie by your side, a lady who supported you from day one without even knowing you properly. Yet it didn’t leave your mind that maybe, she deserves to have some, little and unimportant role, in your daughter’s life. She is also her child after all. And your partner was observant to all your worries.

“Is something tormenting your mind, love?” Lonnie asked getting in her side of the bed at night.

You didn’t want to relay your problems on other people, but she proved time and time again she can share your mantle. “It’s Lesso. She demanded access to my daughter…”

“Well, we expected that, didn’t we? She is her biological mother after all.” Lonnie warmly smiles at you.

“Yeah, I guess, but… I don’t know. I don’t want her to hurt Y/d/n like she did to me, or corrupt her for evil, or anything… and I don’t want her filling her head with nonsense, I just don’t know. Can I ever trust her?” you weighted.

“I guess we’ll have to try and see. It could be good for Y/d/n to have her in her life. If you can negotiate some general rules with Lesso.” your girlfriend suggested, giving you the effortless advice as always.

You’ve spent that night dreamless and restless, and many after that. Could you ever forgive the woman you once loved so hard and who betrayed you so viciously? When it was for the benefit of your daughter? You wanted Y/d/n to have everything in the world, but was this too much to ask of you? You decided you’ll try your best to find a way to include Lesso in Y/d/n’s life, even if it meant you’ll have to overcome the fear and wariness. That’s why after a week of careful thinking and options considering, you and Lonnie visited Lesso’s office together.

“To what do I owe the pleasure..?” Leonora had no idea why the two goodies decided to randomly visit her tower but did everything she could to appear like she didn’t really care.

“I have decided you can be in Y/d/n’s life.” you announced matter of factly.

“You don’t say.” she almost mocked you but a spark in her eye seemed genuine.

“Leonora, I don’t know if you have any real grasp of the full extend of the hurt and betrayal you did to me. That is unforgiveable. In fact, I probably shouldn’t even be considering letting my child or myself anywhere need you.” you lecture her.

“I’m sorry, I was just…” Lesso tried to reason with you but you didn’t let her finish.

“You weren’t there for all my morning sickness, growing stretch marks and swollen ankles. You weren’t holding my hand when I was giving all my life into giving birth to my beautiful daughter. So no, she’s not your daughter, and she never will be. But you are related, so if you can keep on good behavior, maybe you can be her fun aunt or something.” maybe it didn’t sound fair but that was all you were willing to give her. She needed to realize she was lucky to be allowed to even see your daughter. “And when she’s older, I’ll of course tell her how she was born, but that’s a talk between me and her.”

“But you’re gonna let this princess parent my child? That’s obscure!” Leonora protested.

“Hey!” Lonnie scolded her but she knew you didn’t need saving from her anymore.

“Lonnie was here for me in the darkest moments, she held my hand through doubts and supported me in moments of weakness. She’s the only reason me and my daughter are still alive.” you give Lesso a fast reality check. “So yes, as long as she’s my partner and friend, she’ll be more important to Y/d/n than you could ever hope to be. If you’re unhappy with that, I’m okay with moving away and never showing up here again.”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll figure. I just wanna see my daughter.” you were surprised how obedient Leonora suddenly was when it came to contact with her child.

“Great, we’ll set up a play date.” you concluded and left her office as fast as you came, releasing a deep breath outside. You partly expected a disaster to strike.

Your worries turned out to be unnecessary as you prepared for a coloring activity with your daughter, Lonnie and Lesso. Leonora seemingly accepted her role as a friend rather than a parent and Y/d/n absolutely adored her. She found every gruesome detail of her stories interesting and each one of her torture techniques fun. She was there for every new milestone or sick fever, telling bedtime stories until the late hours of night. One birthday celebration came after another as your toddler grew into a beautiful confident child with a curiosity as no other.

She’d never believe it was possible for a spawn of evil like herself to create something so good and pure. She had no doubt your daughter would grow up into a beautiful princess like her other mother. Leonora enjoyed every little moment she spent with her daughter as if it was the last minute she had with her, aware that she’ll be grown before she knows it and possibly will not want to have anything to do with her anymore. After all good and evil didn’t blend together well. The last thing she needed was to get back her burning love, the woman she’d burn in eternal hell for. But, after months and years, your love for the princess knight didn’t dissipate and as stealthy as she tried to be about winning you back, she had no luck so far. Five years turned out to be enough for you to say yes to marrying the new woman in your life.

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sere-rine · 1 year

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~Your One and Only Protector~

SGE <Movie version> Imagine (Lady Lesso x Fem Reader)

Warning: Fluff

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Woods are scaringly fascinating for an ever like you. It holds a lot of danger yet it is the most peaceful place you can find in this world of what they say is "balance".

You climb a tree with the help of Gale, and sit on one of it's higher branches and heave a sigh releasing all your anger towards a certain dean of the school.

Before the school being combined, you and Lady Lesso have a few small dispute that happens to be the one that is making your life like hell.

You missed Agatha so much for she is the only one who knows and who listens to all your rants about that Lady Lesso.

Now that Agatha left and the school is one, every single damn time that you walked into the hall you can see her which makes your blood boil all the time. She always looked at you with condescending eyes and Dovey would just elbow her and you will walk fast past them.

You look at your surroundings and your view is no less than magnificent. You can see the whole school from where you are and you can observe from here. You don’t have any company but Gale, who is giving you a light refreshing breeze to help you calm down from your anger. But everytime you get to remember why you are angry, the temperature is starting to drop.

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“A princess is not supposed to hold a sword Y/n.” Lady Lesso said out of nowhere while you are busy practicing alone on the gym. You stopped at what you are doing and face her way. You try to meet her eyes but you are unsuccessful for her gaze are somewhere else.

You are wearing a white tanked top paired with black cycling shorts. You are filled with sweats and probably dehydrated. You make your way into the nearest bench where your towel and bottled water are placed. You hung your towel onto your shoulder and drank your water to satisfy your thirst. You did all of that with Lady Lesso’s eyes are scanning you making you feel conscious about the way you look. You are princess after all, you may be practicing to hold a sword but still appearance is one hell of a requirement for all of you evers.

“What are you looking at Professor?” You asked after a minute of her feeding at your sight. She shrugged whatever thought she has and then she looked at your orbs.

“Like I’ve said, princesses shouldn’t be bothered learning to hold a sword.” You scoffed at her statement and wiped your sweat. From your forehead to your cheeks down to your neck and chest. You didn’t notice how her eyes followed the strokes of your towel and how she gulped at the sight.

“And do you think I care?” You asked her almost daring her to say something. She didn’t so you put the sword that you’re holding up to show it to her. “This sword is one of the most precious possession my mother have professor. I need to be worthy of wielding this.” You said while looking at the frozen sword. A ray of light from a window that is reflected at it is almost blinding you but that stopped when a slender hand with long black nails, holds the sword blocking the light.

“Ahh of course. You, Princess Y/N of Arendelle, daughter of Queen Anna and King Kristoff, always trying to prove your worthy for the people of your kingdom. Your mother who claims to be inlove with a man who she met just a day. And your father who seems crazy talking to reindeer.” She said in a mocking tone making you furious.

“How dare you talk to my parents like that?” You spat at her but all she did was to look down at you.

“All i’m saying is stop this thing.” She tried to get my sword out of your grasp but you didn’t let her. You stepped backward and you get all of your things, ready to leave the gym. “Just leave me alone.” She was taken aback of what you have said.

“You are a princess, you should focus on how to keep yourself pretty and how to earn your first kiss. You’ll probably going to have a hard time to get yourself a prince before the Ball because of how you act. You have your mother’s stubbornness and yet you get your independence from your aunt. Such an irritating combination of attitude.”

“And why on heaven’s earth do you care professor? You may be a teacher but you still are fruit of evil so why do you care for a mere ever whose looks does not have the power to reach your beauty standards?” You shouted at her but didn’t wait for her answer as you stomped your way out.

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“Gale, I am beautiful right?” You asked annoyed at the elemental spirit that is accompanying you right now. It breezes lightly and you take that as a sign of yes. “Hmph, I can get any prince whenever I want. Besides they are not a necessity, I actually like to think that they are just an accessory for princesses to fit in on fairy tale's society. Don’t you think?” You asked again and much more breeze with autumn leaves surrounds you and you just laughs.

“Such an idiot you are.” A voice interrupts you making you jerk from your sit and you lost your balance. You are expecting to hit the hard ground but you didn’t. You thought Gale helped you but you felt an arms around your waists after a few seconds. ‘Gale doesn’t have arms.’ You thought so out of curiosity you open your eyes but that caught your guard off.

Two amethyst colored orbs are looking straight at you and scanning not just your eyes but your whole face. How beautiful her eyes are whether you deny it or not. Her make up that is highlighting her gorgeous face are going to be the death of you. How can you hate her when she’s this flawless physically? Wait, whether she is pretty outside her insides are not. You seems to get a hold on your body now so you pushed her abruptly and she let you.

“Where did you came from? You are literally coming out of nowhere.” You said exasperatingly.

“I’ve come to say my apologies.” You are shocked at her statement for The former dean of evil does not admit her wrong. You can;t believe it because please, her ego is higher than the castle your aunt Elsa built.

“Why?” You asked out of speechlessness. She looked at her sides eyeing if someone can hear her.

“Perhaps what I have said is too much.” She said with her eyes everywhere but yours and a blank expression. You don’t know if she is genuine or not but it is enough for now. At least she tried to say sorry.

“A-apology accepted.” She looked at you with a little to no expression.

“That’s it?” You nod at her and she release a sigh. Your eyes are still at her and she meet it.

“How come it’s easy?” Your eyebrow cocked at this woman.

“What choice do I have other than to forgive you?” You asked her then you sit down at the bottom of the tree where you fell.

“Not to forgive me.” She said then points her cane into where you’re sitting. “That is full of dirt princess, what are you thinking sitting the-” She stopped whatever she was saying because you grab the end of the cane that is near you and pulled it with her. She ended up sitting beside you and after that you stare at the clouds above you. What a great weather it is.

“You know professor, it would be no good if I keep my grudge onto myself, I am now grateful that you at least say your regrets after what you’ve done even though it is clear that you are evil.” You say beside her relaxed and feeling the air around you.

While you are enjoying your surroundings and her company, your professor seems to not like sitting on a dirt. She keeps patting at her back and when you twist your head to look at her, she looks uncomfortable.

“Well you should be thankful for I will never ever say sorry to anyone ever again, and oh my, I really hate dirt.” She whines and she stands up. You followed her and straighten up your back.

“Well I feel honored to be the only one to hear your apology professor.” You said in a mocking tone and you look up at her while smiling genuinely. Her posture is straight and her eyes are running from your head to your toe.

“And to answer your question earlier...” She said dragging every word but you look at her with confusion in your eyes.

“Why do I care?” You mouthed an ‘aahh’ at her and nod. So she continued. “That’s because you are such a precious princess. I can’t bare to know that you can stand up physically for yourself when...” She pause her sentence. It is evident that she is contemplating whether she should say her next words or not. Because those words will surely change everything between the two of you.

“When what?” You asked really anticipating on what is she going to say next. You gulped and unconsciously licked you lips to give them moisture. You don’t know why but you feel like whatever she’s going to say next will lighten your already good day.

She leaned in into you and you just stand there like a statue which is the source of her giggle. She puts her index finger under your chin and her thumb brushed your lips. Her gesture made a rampaging zoo like feeling on your stomach and redness is coating your entire face.

“When you should be protected by me. Whenever danger surrounds you, you are physically prepared and I hate that because I want you to need me. I want to be your one and only protector, not just some silly prince who can’t even invite you to the Ball after one simple threat. Like hello, in the future they will need to have the courage to save princesses like you and yet... ugh I really hate princes.” She said that causes your eyes to widen and you gasp at her reveal.

“You threatened them because you like me? Poor man.” You put your hands on your waist and turn your back on her. You can’t believe that someone really tried to ask you out. Not that you lost hoped with it, you just doubted your appearance for a second.

“You don’t need them anyways.” Lady Lesso said and you felt an arms circle your waist and you felt her chin on your shoulders. She is still holding her cane in front of you both.

“You are right, I don’t need them but you didn’t have to do that. Who is he?” You asked and you feel a tickling sensation when her breath touches your neck after she shoves your hair.

“He? More like them! Whatever you are going to the ball without them and you will spend your night after the ball with me.” She said and you didn’t oppose on that idea for you loved it as well.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Lady Leonora Lesso Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**

Series

Games w/ Sex Pollen Part 1*

Part 2*

Drunk on You Part 1

Part 2*, Part 3*& Part 4**

Anytime Soon… Part 1

Part 2*

You’ll Pay, Pet Part 1*

Part 2*

Unexpected Desires ~Dom!lesso xDom!Anemone xSub!Dovey xSub!Reader Part 1

Part 2**, Part 3

Extra Credit ~Dovesso xReader Part 1*

Part 2*

My Project ~Dovesso xFem Reader Part 1*

Part 2

One Shots

What’s My Name*

Fortunate Circumstances ~top!dovesso x reader*

My Mess*

Rescue Each Other

I’m Here for You ~motherly!lesso

Goddamnit, I like You

Now and Forever ~dovesso

Black Knickers*

Our Little Secret*

Red Fever*

Her Softening Heart ~soft!lesso*

A Very Pressing Matter*

Mommy & Wifey Cure Panic ~dovesso xreader*

It’s Mommy, Baby*

My Sweet Sub*

Beautifully Enough ~Soft!Lesso

Call Her Daddy*

Would You Look at That ~Sub!Lesso xDom!Anemone xDom!Reader*

Can’t Get Enough of You*

Who’s in Charge…*

Blazing Care in Your Eyes ~Soft!Lesso*

Takes One to Know One ~Lesso xLarissa Weems**

Careful What You Wish For*

Hold Me Tight Imagines ~Soft!Lesso xgn!Reader

Come Let Me Eat You Up*

Picnics, Need, & Care*

I’ll Rock Your World ~Top!Lesso*

Call Yourself Mine ~GN!Reader*

Happy Reunions ~Dovesso xWife Reader*

Too Much ~Soft!Lesso

Can’t Pretend It Doesn’t Bother Me ~Soft!Lesso xAFAB Trans!Male!Reader

Birthday Comfort ~Soft!Lesso

Begging for You*

Begging Kink w/ Lesso ~Kinktober*

Rope Uncut

Venus’ Seduction ~Sub!Lesso

It’s Okay to Be Not Okay ~Motherly!Lesso

Sadism with Lady Lesso*

Holiday Shopping Fun*

You Misunderstand Me, Baby*

Enchanted Choices with Unforeseen Consequences*

Oh You Are In For It…**

Stress Relief ~Daddy!Lesso x Emma Anemone*

You Make Submitting So Easy ~Dom!Lady Lesso xFem MascPresenting!Bottom!Sub!Lesbian!Reader

Sneering at Daddy ~Sub!Bratty!Lesso xFem Dom!Daddy!Reader

Caugh In Your Web ~Younger!Leonora Lesso xFem Dominatrix!Reader ~College Au

My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Lady Lesso xSub!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Reader**

Strip Me of My Power ~Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Bratty!Lady Lesso**

No One Cares About Logistics ~Dom!Cipher xSwitch!Lady Lesso xFem Sub!Reader**

Stay Away From Him

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Deadly kiss (Fem!Reader x Lady Lesso)

Requested by: anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusername, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

You sighed hovered over parchments. Touching your forehead with a brief shake, you were disappointed in the answers you were reading. With your feather you crossed out sharply the written word. Lifting the parchment up, you narrowed your eyes to try reading the scribbling ink. It was unreadable. In a way it was wicked that the writing was this chaotic, but you couldn’t even read what it said to examining it was harder.

You decided to leave a little sidenote with it. A bit of praise and a bit of criticism. You then swished your finger across as the parchment rolled up on it’s own. Picking it up, you placed it on the side. You heard the door creak behind you while grading the next parchment. A presence sneaking up from behind you. You clearly felt their presence as a shadow came down on your desk. With a sweet curious hum, you knew enough. – “Lady Lesso.” – you said dipping your feather in the ink bottle. – “Y/n.” – Lady Lesso answered admiring her nails.

You sighed again crossing out a word. Lady Lesso chuckled. – “They still have a lot to learn.” – you said out loud. The wood in the desk cracked a bit when Lady Lesso pressed her hand down on it. Her other hand laying on your chair. She came leaning over your shoulder to take a look for herself. You swallowed smelling a bit of her wickedly perfume. All the flavors that send your senses tingling.

She hummed again as you weren’t sure what meaning it had. A simple high hum that hid perhaps a bit of sarcasm. – “Lesso?” – you said as her eyes went down to your hand. She clicked her tongue in pity saddening her expression. You watched her trail her fingers above your hand. – “Your hand must feel so sore from grading?” – she said. It hadn’t occurred to you yet. You lifted your hand up, rubbing over it with your other. – “Perhaps… I have been grading for over an hour now.” – you casually responded.

“Well then.” – Lady Lesso said leaning in closer to you. You licked your lips brief thinking she would kiss you. Hoping she would. Her smile was cunningly. Her eyes dazzling with playfulness. You even leaned in to meet her half-way. Lady Lesso lifted up your hand bringing it in between. You watched her leave a delicate kiss on your hand. Her eyes focused on you. A tease to mess with you. It made you tighten your jaw. She lowered your hand as you leaned in wanting to kiss her.

“Anyways.” – she started straightening her posture. You kissed the air, grabbing onto your chair to prevent yourself from falling forwards. – “I should leave you to it. You still have a lot to do.” – she spoke with her back at you. You grabbed the back of your chair, turning more towards her. – “Toodles.” – she waved her fingers flirtatiously. You groaned loud once she was out of the door. Letting your forehead bump against the top of the chair to knock some sense into yourself.

After grading the parchments, you headed outside. Taking a turn to head for the library. There was some witches book you wanted to perhaps use in your lessons to knock more sense in the nevers. The library was close to empty. Perhaps a few nevers with their noses deep in a book. You looked at the shelves silently mumbling the titles you came across. All not the one you were searching for. You went into a new row doing the exact same thing.

Bringing your finger up, you dabbled your fingers as they moved across the book’s back. – “Ah!” – you quietly said with a surprise smile on your face. You came to a stop before it, reaching your hand out. Suddenly you felt another body pressed against your back, making you panic for a moment. A long black sleeve coming in your visual with a delicate hand. You squeaked being squashed between the body and shelves as it reached for the book. – “Allow me.” – you heard her whisper in your ear.

Lesso had taken the book, plucking it out. – “How… how did you know where I was?” – you asked, a rocket of fireworks going off inside of you. The warmth of her body against yours was enough to make you meld into a puddle. Lesso chuckled amusingly in your ear bringing her hand down. – “I know everything.” – she answered with a widen of her eyes. You gasped how her voice sounded so wickedly delicious in your ear. She moved the book down putting it down in your hand. Your eyes widened when you felt her plump lips against your bare neck.

The imprint it left on your skin from her glossy lipstick. Lady Lesso backed away before you could react to the fullest. Turning around sharply you stared into nothing. No sign of her. Swallowing you needed a moment to cool yourself. Why was it that she kept teasing you with these kisses. You wanted to kiss her, actually kiss her. Not some sweet pecks here and there, no a real sturdy kiss that would leave you breathless.

Before you knew it, you were gripping onto the book firmly. Nails pressed into the cover, shaking with frustration on the inside. If this went on for any longer, you would lose your devilish mind. Mumbling some curse words and witches speech, you stormed out of the library. If she would tease you like this one more time, you would explode. Her little pecks only made you crave more for her. Yearn for those devilish lips on yours. If you had to face a million evers just to receive one, you would. Nothing would stop you now from getting that kiss.

The next day you busted into her office unannounced. Lady Lesso’s brows quirking up at your presence. Another of the never teachers at her side. – “Y/n.” – she said leaning back in her seat. – “To what do I owe the pleasure?” – she completely seemed to ignore the other teacher as you hadn’t. You swallowed nervously eyeing the male teacher. – “Well uhm…” – you began completely off guard. You didn’t expect anyone else to be present.

This all made it more awkward. – “It can wait actually… it is not that important…” – you continued letting your gaze go to her. – “Are you sure Y/n?” – she asked with a smile. – “I would hate…” – she started moving her hand to her chest. – “for you to feel unimportant.” – she added, winking afterwards. You sucked in a breath feeling yourself boil with love. The cauldron inside of you bubbling till it almost over-cooked. You nodded firmly; jaw clenched as you didn’t want to answer before flipping out something embarrassing.

Turning sharply on your heel, you walked out. You returned to your own class to prepare the next class. Lady Lesso found her way to you. Once again teasing you with kisses on anywhere but your lips. This time her lips kissed your jaw and collarbone. She managed to escape again before you could strike your hit. It aggravated you that she would always leave you hanging. This time you weren’t going to let it slip so easily. You were at your boiling point.

Lesso hummed sarcastically sitting beside Dovey. Dovey was entertaining her with stories of her good students. Lesso could care less as the stories only made her want to throw up. Now was your time as you weren’t going to let it go so easily. Now it was your turn to leave her grasping for nothing as love slipped through her fingers. You walked firmly up to the table.

Lady Lesso quirked her eyebrow up at your presence. You leaned over the table grabbing her by the cheeks. Pulling her out of her seat, you smacked your lips right onto hers. Dovey gasped dropping her fork in her plate, sending it clattering. You counted in your mind the exact kind of seconds you would kiss her to leave her with a tease. You pulled away in one shot taking your leave. Lady Lesso stared with wide eyes in front of her.

She let herself fall backwards into her chair, utterly speechless. – “Oh my.” – Dovey commented waving her napkin as a cooler at herself. Lesso pushed her chair loudly back getting up. – “Lesso?” – Dovey asked curious. Lady Lesso went around the table, storming after you out of the lunch hall. – “Y/n!” – she called out. Her voice bouncing off the walls. Her pace firm as she tried to catch up on you. – “Y/n!” – she repeated ordering you to stop.

You stopped moving your hands innocently behind your back. – “Yes.” – you said sweetly. Lady Lesso approached with a firm step. You gasped when she grabbed your cheek firm. She guided you to the wall, pushing you against it. There she smacked her lips onto yours. She retrieved them forcefully from yours. – “No one…” – she breathed out, a fluster on her cheeks. – “No one takes away my pleasure this quickly.” – she spitted out. – “Perhaps that is what you deserve from teasing me all the time!” – you responded loudly. Lesso’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Oh…” – she squeaked. – “Is this how it is?” – you hummed loud. – “You can’t just tease me with all those kisses and give me nothing in return.” – Lady Lesso chuckled at your words. It angered you how lightly she went over it. You grabbed her by the collar, switching positions with her. Lady Lesso gulped when you had pushed her up the wall. Before she could speak had you kissed her again. Not giving her the satisfaction to make an escape for it. Lady Lesso melted under your kiss letting her hands rest on your arms.

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retold-tales · 1 year

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Intriguing

Imagine Tedros watching you sword fight with your brother Tristan and wanting nothing more then to marry you right then and there

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cepetriwrites · 1 year

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^0^ I don't know if you were still writting but would you perhaps continue the school for good and evil fic on a03 ?

Hey! Thanks for your ask! I am going to continue that fic. i'm currently writing a different story for nanowrimo challenge but going forward I plan to update at least one chapter a month! I'll update by the end of november for sure!

#fanfiction #school for good and evil #school for good and evil fanfic

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 9 months

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The Pain Of Pining- Lady Lesso x EverFem!Reader

Synopsis: Oh to face the embarrassment of rejection.

Warnings: Basically a Drabble, Lesso being an idiot, technically mutual pining, angst, hurt/no comfort.

Word Count: 1k

A/n: Let me know if you want a part two, I’d be interested in that. Btw, this is my first h/nc fic (and yes I’m aware it’s not that sad, the next one I have is fs though, but if I post that depends on how this one does) I have posted so let me know if you guys like them. Likes, comments, and reblogs are all welcomed!

You didn't want to believe it. You felt like a damn fool, standing there dumbfounded. You had leapt onto your momentary confidence but you now desperately wanted to take it back.

Lesso stood there with a stoic mask, though internally her body and mind were screaming at her to take it back.

You just asked her out, and she just rejected you.

And not even a let-you-down-gently way, but a way that made you feel small and idiotic. In a way like, how dare you ask the Dean of Evil out?

Your stomach churned and you felt like you were going to be sick, "I-I'm sorry, I must've misread the situation." You wanted to turn around and run but your body wanted you to stay, creating a sort of glitch in your movements.

But you left before Lesso could get any more words in, you had heard enough. You couldn't take the sheer embarrassment of the rejection.

But you thought that the liking was mutual, the way she'd return all of your flirting quips with ease.

Lesso's heart lurched within her as she watched you walk away. This is was the only thing she'd been waiting for, and she just destroyed it.

••●••

You had spent the rest of the day locked away in your quarters, crying. Technically, it was the entirety of the whole last week but who's keeping track? Well, Dovey was. And Lesso too, but she'd never let onto it.

Dovey tried daily, tried getting you out of your room and just eat a warm meal. To do something. But how can you go and eat a meal next to the woman who vehemently rejected you, how could you face that embarrassment?

On the third day, you finally explained that to Dovey. She, at the very least, deserved an explanation. Much to Lesso's dismay. Dovey practically talked off Lesso's ear when she heard what she had done.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"Well, she's an Ever," That being the one and only reason Lesso said no. "Need I say more?"

"YES! What is the matter with you?! The poor girl is too embarrassed to face you! Why do you think she's been absent at meal times?!" Dovey was beyond frustrated with her evil counterpart.

And boy did Lesso understand why. Only during Dovey's thirty-minute rant did Lesso realize the extent of your feelings.

••●••

When you finally had the courage to get over your embarrassment, you were acting as if Lesso wasn't there. You acted as if she wasn't in the room, or as if she were simply invisible. And Lesso didn't know if she should be completely frustrated with that, or to understand it.

She chose frustration. She was frustrated because she missed the small smile that you had reserved for just her. She was frustrated because you no longer made any attempts to be the one person sitting closest to her. She was unbelievably frustrated because she couldn't see the admiration for her in your eyes any longer, she couldn't look into them at all.

But mainly, it wasn't really frustration with you. It was with herself. She had no one to blame but her.

••●••

It threw everyone off when you came to the meeting the cheeriest you've been in a fortnight. The way you had a smile on your face without having to hear a joke, the way you barely sat still in your seat.

Dovey was delighted, to say the least.

Just as you stood for the meeting's dismissal, Dovey asked the question everyone had, "It's nice to see you with a smile dear, what's the cause?"

"I've got something to look forward to tonight!"

Dovey's excitement was beginning to match yours, "Oh? Like what?" Lesso tried her damndest to hide her interest in the conversation.

"I've got a date tonight!" You answered excitedly, well, you were excited about the distraction but not the actual date, simply because it wasn't with the person you wanted most.

Lesso's heart just fell to her stomach. No, there's no way someone else has you. Not when it should be her.

Just when your eyes panned over to the woman you were due to spend your evening with, Lesso said something, more of a mumble, and you heard it, but you hoped you heard wrong.

Tears instantly violated your eyes as you watched her stand, "What? What did you just say?"

"Please, don't have someone waiting on you!"

"Lesso-"

She rushed towards you, "Please-"

"Don't! Don't do this. This isn't fair."

"It should be me-"

"No! You don't get to decide you suddenly want me when you can't have me!" Tears had started falling down your face, you hated that people were watching this unfold, "You can't just throw me away for later until you decide you finally want me. You don't get to do that."

Lesso frowned, she didn't see it as throwing you away, but that's what it was, "Don't, don't go on that date tonight. Please..." Lesso was finding it increasingly harder to deny her need for you.

"Why? For you?" That stung Lesso a bit, you knew that as you saw her wince. "You don't want me to be with you... You don't want me to be with someone else... How miserable do I have to be before you're happy?"

"I don't want you miserable."

"Then what the hell do you want?!"

"You! I want you!"

You shook your head, wiping the tears off your face, "Then you should have thought about that before. I'm not waiting around for you to decide what the hell you want." You turned and walked away.

Lesso watched. She watched again as you walked away. She wanted to yell after you. To tell you that you wouldn't have to wait for anything else. That she was ready to want you, to cherish you. But you didn't want to hear any of that.

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“So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me”

Lady Lesso x Ever Reader

cw : soulmate au // blood and injury // angst and hurt comfort // fluff // bffs lesso x dovey // age gap // older woman x younger woman

wc : 5500 ish

ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/42983871

I love the fact that we are all collectively simping for Lady Lesso. Everywhere I go, I see her. Also, is it just me or does it make you incredibly happy when someone you’ve followed for some other women you love began posting contents of this new woman that you’ve just fallen for? No? Just me? Ok.

Fyi, the title is from Ben L’Oncle Soul version of Frank Sinatra’s I’ve got you under my skin

You have always deemed your parents the quintessence of the vows “in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health”.

There has been a period of time where your jovially energetic mother has peculiarly lost her enthusiasm.

One of the first few signs is exhaustion. The woman who used to be on her feet all day with gusto, executing a whirlwind of tasks about the house, would become short of breath with only a handful of movements.

Then, comes heart palpitations, which eventually lead her to collapse in bed. When it happens, your father has been there for her, taking the houseworks upon himself on top of his own workload. Along with you, your father would take your mother to see a physician before he would, then, have to continue on to his job.

He has to burn the candle at both ends, juggling between his work and taking care of his wife. You help as much as you can, but still, bigger responsibilities fall on your father’s shoulders. Tirelessly, he works day in and day out, never complaining one bit.

The silver lining to it all is that your mother’s case is not so much a decline in health than an ailment, so after a few days of taking prescribed medicines coupled with bed rest, the jovially energetic woman makes her spirited return.

As it so happens, your father comes home one day with a flu, and despite exercising social distancing amongst the three of you, the whole family unfortunately falls prey to the disease.

Whilst recovering however, in the death of one night, the town officials appear on your doorstep, taking your father away on the grounds that he has to be interrogated for an alleged crime.

In the morning, he does not return home. Nor does he within the next day. Eventually, a day melts into two, three. Then, days grow into a week. A week becomes weeks.

Your mother has not been sitting idly by during all that time; she contacts her husband’s friends, does everything within her capability to get even a trace of his news.

Your father is a real people person. If there is one thing he has in abundance, it is friends, and they are good friends, offering to help in any way they can, and indeed, consistently helping your mother in pursuing news of your father’s whereabouts.

The painstaking efforts have had no luck so far, until after having no traces whatsoever of him for a whole month, you and your mother are finally informed of the news that he will be put on trial.

As it turns out, your father has been unfairly accused of a crime that he has not committed, and subsequently detained for it.

You and your mother have gone to meet him a couple of times already, and the both of you are pleased and relieved to find that he is doing well, cheeks getting chubbier and appearing as radiant as ever.

You find the whole ordeal but a testament to their unyielding love for each other.

There have been inevitable arguments between the two of them. But, it is, you suppose, what makes their connection, all the more admirable. Getting to grips with disagreements and surmounting obstacles hand in hand, they nurture their imperfectly perfect tale with conflicts and reconciliations, cries and apologies, curses and sweet nothings.

“After all, what is love without a little pain?”

Your mother has said to you one evening, sitting on the porch and knitting a hat for her dearest husband.

“Your father, he is my one true. People usually say that you will see it. But, my darling girl, mama has to disagree. When you find them, you will feel it.” Her palm rests on your chest. She smiles, drops her voice to a whisper as if what she is about to say is confidential. “In here.”

And indeed, feel you do as soon as your eyes behold her.

Funnily enough, the fated encounter comes as a by product of chasing after your cat, Eclipse for she has midnight sky for fur. After running after her all over the Great Lawn like a headless chicken, you find her sitting curiously at the feet of someone.

Up until this point, you have been in a single-minded pursuit of your cat that everything else has been a blur. Yet, by the time you stand up after gathering your beloved furball in your arms, you are enthralled by the vision before you, so enthralled in fact that you do not realise the proximity of your bodies.

How curious, you muse, that you are bombarded with a queer indecipherable feeling, as if a piece of you, that you do not realise has been missing, has returned to you at long last.

“Get that repulsive thing away from me.”

A voice, rich and smokey, jostles you out of your musings, a tip of a cane landing atop your chest to push you away.

Her lips are pulled tight into a scowl, you notice, and the only thought whirling around your empty head is that this woman is absofuckinglutely captivating, very much the epitome of handsome and gorgeous combined.

And then, before you can formulate a response, she is gone, dark stilettos drumming against the floor with every elegant footfalls of those impressively long legs.

Only then do you see it, a red silky thread coiled around her pinky, stretching across the distance between the two of you, then twining itself round yours.

And just like that, you have found your one true.

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Finally being made aware that the fairytales you have grown up loving after all this time, are real does not make you as happy as it is supposed to.

Instead, you are busy envying the nevers who get to interact with the dean of the school for evil on a daily basis, and it does not help either that the woman seems to be deliberately avoiding you like you are the very plague.

Every time she sees so much as a shadow of you, she flees the room. When you try approaching her in front of other people, she disregards your existence altogether.

Fed up to the back teeth with her unreasonable behaviour, you foolishly decide the best course of action would be to confront her, and thus, you find yourself standing in the middle of her study one afternoon.

“Do you plan on keep ignoring me, Lady Lesso?”

“Who says you could come as you please into my study?”

“Why do you keep turning a blind eye to me?”

“Riddle me this ever, what obligation have I to take notice of you?”

Her aloofness stings as well as irritates you, and exasperated, you thrust your arm out, as if it isn’t the elephant in the room.

“Isn’t this reason enough?”

“It is but a worthless string.”

“It’s a string that ties us together. Does it mean absolutely nothing to you?”

A nonchalant hum.

A beat. A painful throb of your heart.

“Lady Lesso, why do you dislike me so?”

“Now, don’t be presumptuous, little girl. Aside from disinterest, I harbour not an ounce of feeling towards you. Your significance to me is as existential to me as my love for cats.”

“But I thought you hated Eclipse?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“How mean of you.”

“I’m the dean of the school for evil. Does that suggest anything to you?”

“And I am your soulmate. Does that suggest anything to you?”

“Soulmate this. Soulmate that. How utterly risible! It is sheer folly that leads you to believe that two literal strangers can magically, readily feel something deep and profound for each other. I don’t give a flying fuck who my soulmate is. Your existence matters not to me. In fact, it in itself is a downright insult to my face. An ever, a student and a reader at that? I simply do not care.”

Tears of frustration have been pooling in your eyes, but those that finally cascade down your cheeks are tears of dejection.

“Ever since you’ve appeared in front of me, you’ve been nothing but a thorn in my flesh. So, yes, it does suggest to me that you are a pesky little vermin.”

“All it takes is a flick of my finger,-” Suddenly, the tip of her forefinger starts glowing, and before you know it, you watch, crestfallen, as the little red thread is instantly reduced to dust. “-and there, this “our tie” that you’re so annoyingly fixated on is no more. Now, leave me alone. I certainly have far more important things to attend to than deal with this tomfoolery.”

You return to your dormitory a snivelling mess.

You have half a mind to believe that it is heartbreak that has you descending into an awful illness come morning.

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After you have run out of her study, Leonora has been left transfixed by the staggering pain that has marred your features, unable to do anything productive for the rest of the evening.

She has thought that without those annoyingly captivating eyes perusing her every move, her heart would not feel as jittery. She has been certain that she would get satisfaction out of her little display of cruelty, and she has, if only for a while, but now, her mind is relentlessly plagued by the images of you. As soon as she has hit you with those words, it is like a dam has been broken behind those big wounded eyes.

It happens three days ago, and she has not seen you ever since. As much as she loathes to admit it, lately, all she can think of is you. In classrooms amidst teaching, at night as she lies awake in bed, it is always your agonised little face sullied with tears that makes a repeated appearance.

You have cried as if physically harmed.

She almost feels bad then, and now, she does.

Regret always comes too late, does it not?

“Why, pray tell, is the dean of the school for evil skulking about the corridors of the school for good?”

She doe not even realise that she has mindlessly wandered off to your school until a sickeningly sweet voice reaches her ears.

Slowly, she swivels on her heels, signature cane in one hand, an equally sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face.

Her lips have just moved to utter something when she is rudely interrupted by an ever.

“Lady Dovey, I’ve searched the whole perimeter but there’ve been no signs of her.”

It is none of her concern and yet, oddly, she is inclined to ask. “No signs of who?”

And, to her dismay, it is your name that falls out of the other dean’s lips.

After impatiently listening to the detailed recount of your last known whereabouts, subsequently learning that you have been sick in bed, she storms out of the school for good, intent on conducting a surreptitious search of her own.

On her way back to her school, coincidentally, she happens upon a group of nevers. She sees them talking animatedly and hears them all collectively laughing over the story of hexing an ever.

Neither is it strange nor wrong to have nevers and evers going against each other’s throats, but there is something particularly strange about this conversation that is rubbing her up the wrong way.

Soon, she understands why, and simultaneously, her anger is justified once they mention your name.

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Your wounds sting, your body aches and your head throbs, contrapuntal with the relentless pounding of your haywire heart. Around you, the naked branches creak, crows cackle, stymphs squeal and various other inhabitants of the forest sneer.

Emitting a cacophony of condescending noises, the woods itself seems to be making a mockery of your misery. Even the moon, in her full golden glory, appears to be looking down on your sorry state from her majestic onyx throne.

Should you were within the comfort of your dormitory, the occasional zephyr would have been a soothing, charming embrace, but currently as you are with nothing more than a flimsy silk on your frame, it is anything but charming.

You are not sure whether it is the spiricks’ venomous bites finally rearing their ugly heads or the weather being particularly unforgiving tonight as the chilliness seeps into your bones, and seems to swell from deep within. In the end, you conclude that it must be a combination of both taking a toll on you, for there is a profound aching agony blooming from beneath the area where their fangs have sunk into your flesh. It does not help either that some of the deeper cuts you have sustained continue to ooze blood, liquid crimson making a macabre artwork of the blank canvas that is your nightdress.

Unconsciousness sounds like a rather enticing idea right about now, but the wicked woodland does not appear too keen on giving you even a semblance of reprieve. No sooner have you entertained the thought than come the rustling noises from the inky thickets adjacent the tree under which you are taking sanctuary.

Scrambling to your feet is instantly proved a careless mistake when, under the influence of a woozy mind and on your wobbly legs that appear to have suddenly lost their purpose, you topple over. Along with a pained little grunt, you lean against the thick mossy trunk, bracing yourself for what you believe to be the imminent danger.

However, all the fear and trepidation that have taken hostage of your mind ebb away once an impeccably dressed woman enters your vision. Her arrestingly gorgeous red curls backdropped by the golden glow of the moon serves as a halo befitting a dark goddess.

If you didn’t know any better, you might have found it puzzling: the fact that her presence alone has the effect of a calming salve on your mayhem of a mind. It swaddles your whole body in an invisible cloak, soothing stings and healing wounds, suffusing warmth and supplying solace.

All this time, your subconscious mind has been desperately craving her, you realise with a start at the lack of surprise and abundance of relief upon seeing her. During the last few days, it has gone as far as daring to harbour the flimsiest of hopes that she will find you while the more logical part of your mind keeps reminding you that she has made it abundantly clear that she wants nothing, absolutely nothing in fact, to do with you. Your last interaction itself is proof enough of that claim, and your wishful thinking regardless of what she has said to your face, is certainly proof enough of your, as she likes to put it, folly.

Then, as a gust of wind plucks sickly leaves out of fragile branches, forcing you to shake on your feet in a similar fashion, a coat suddenly lands on your shoulders, shielding your trembling frame from the assault of the freezing air.

The residual heat from her body seeps into your skin. The familiar fragrance of the dean, dark, rich and dangerous with wonderful woodsy notes, leaves a trail of blood red roses in its wake. Your arms lock themselves around your body, savouring each whiff and soaking every droplet. The combined senses warm you to the core.

On the other hand, you muse with bittersweet fondness that perchance, this is as close to being cocooned in her arms as you will ever come. The sad reality instantly drenches you in thick melancholy.

When your eyes meet the dean’s, dewy though they are with unshed tears, they lack the shine of which she has always been rather fond, she has now just realised, and the realisation hits her like a ton of bricks.

Drowning in your wounded eyes while being well aware that she is unequivocally the culprit, it is well-nigh torture for her not to engulf your dainty frame in her arms. The apparent fragility of its current state is the only reason behind her hesitation to do so.

However, when you stagger on your feet like a newborn fawn, as if possessing a mind of their own, her hands move to hold you on your delicate waist. Immediately, your fingers, lovely and lithe, find home on her forearms, maintaining a determined grip. If she has oh so foolishly thought that this little electrifying contact is going to be the death of her, imagine her absolute bewilderment once your forehead falls onto her chest, dainty digits digging into the fabric of her waistcoat.

An aggressive exhale through her nose is a poor attempt to prevent herself from gasping audibly, a not so flawless facade masking her crumbling resolve.

A muffled little whimper that subsequently drizzles out of your lips is as much a candy to her ears as it is toxin to her mind.

The string that ties the two of you together is now but a flickering red. This usually is a sign of one’s soulmate being in a potentially life threatening condition. She has said such bitter, hatful words to your lovely little face, intentionally injected poison into your veins, simultaneously making you believe that you are absolutely unwanted by the one true who is meant only for you.

Instead of making her feel liberated as she has stubbornly believed, it has weighted heavily on her heart ever since those words, acidic in nature, have left her nefarious lips, and now throbs a pang of guilt, unforgiving and relentless, as your eyes, as shimmery as a moon reflected in a pond, seek her face once more.

“Y- you came.”

Your voice is worryingly feeble, breath ragged, tapering to a choked sob, crumbling into sporadic wheezes.

“Shhh, I’ve got you now.”

A gentle thumb traces a tear as it trickles down your cheek, plucking the blossoming droplets out of your lashes before they burgeon and burst.

A breath catches in her throat when you nuzzle your peachy soft cheek into her palm like a sweet, affectionate kitten.

However, the swaying of your body coupled with the crimson cuts on your once faultless skin reminds her once more of the alarming state you are in.

Hooking an arm under your knees and twining the other round your back, you are effortlessly lifted into her arms, cradled close to her chest. Cheek pressed against her bosom, one of your arms wind up around her elegant neck while your fingers seize her collar in a white-knuckled grip, as if letting her go would colour you crazed.

“Let’s get you out of this godforsaken woods.”

Her voice is the last thing you hear before consciousness slips into oblivion, with the last thing on your mind being if it meant being alone with her, then you wouldn’t mind staying trapped inside the endless woods even if indefinitely. Deem you selfish or even mad for thinking so but as long as you get to be in the receiving end of her concern, you consider a couple of nasty wounds but a small price to pay.

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With a broken little darling bird tightly secured in her arms, the dean of the school for evil makes a hasty return.

No sooner has she taken a step into the school grounds than out strolls the dean of the school for good, frazzled and clearly vexed.

“Where in the great lawn have you-” Upon seeing not one but two people, one of which has been declared missing for the past couple of days, she cuts herself off with a gasp, “Where did you find her?” , inching closer to examine the queer little bundle in her evil counterpart’s arms.

When her queries aren’t answered, she knows better than to press, understanding immediately that there is more to it than meets the eyes. Even when she notices that they are not heading towards the school on the right, but the left, piqued though her curiosity is, she asks no questions until someone else does it for her.

“The school for good is this way. Where are you taking her?”

She recalls this lad as a prince endeavouring fruitless attempts at wooing you. Sighing internally, she muses, distracted by her recollections, Just how clueless can he get! You are clearly not interested.

“She’s been lost for days. She must be terribly malnourished, to say nothing of the state she’s in. We need to get her immediate medical attention.”

She wants to feel sorry for her student when he moves to arrogantly pry you out of firmly fixed arms, but she is more intrigued by her friend’s reaction to pay him any mind.

“Touch her if you dare and bid your hands farewell.”

One glance at the red head is enough for Clarissa Dovey to see her true emotions. On the front, her friend’s mien betrays nothing, quintessence of cool and collected. It may work in fooling other people but Clarissa Dovey is not just other people. They go way back and, albeit unintentionally, she has mastered the art of fathoming this intricacy of a person.

She sees it all in those foxy eyes; behind their frosty aloofness lies a brewing storm of anger, desperation and anxiety, sprinkled with just a touch of possessiveness.

“I must tend to her myself. I can’t even for a fraction of a second let her out of my sight.”

Clarissa Dovey knows that the declaration is directed at her, an almost imperceptible crack in her facade as her voice wavers, but she has noticed it all the same.

And, as she watches her friend swiftly disappear into the school for evil with one of her ever students cradled close to her chest, “Don’t.” , she shakes her head at the puzzled lad whose eyes seem to be overflowing with incredulity. “Let them be.”

She thinks she has deciphered the gist of her friend’s odd behaviour.

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With every bit of skin that is revealed to Leonora’s intense scrutiny, too, comes a new wound to add to the gradually increasing collection.

The bite on the left side of your chest is arguably the most dreadful of them all. She has magically extracted as much venom from your system as she can manage, being extra careful to instantly heal most of the superficial cuts closed while giving ample attention to the more serious injuries that necessitate organic healing.

Gingerly, she cleans the wounds, stitches them extremely cautiously if stitches are warranted. Once she is satisfied with her work, she dresses them with pristine white linens, and you, in one of her dress shirts.

The sight of you in nothing but her white shirt is a rather dangerous vision, she decides as she tucks you under the covers, and flees the room under the guise of putting the soiled linens away. The pull between the two of you has suddenly become overwhelmingly powerful that she fears it will stoke the flame within her lest she puts some distance.

As long as you are under the same roof as her, she will be fine, she reasons.

“How is she?”

The voice that soon greets her is her friend’s.

“Still unconscious but thankfully, out of the woods. Venom has been extracted and I’ve dressed her wounds. Well, some of it at least.”

The blonde has joined her by her side as she rummages in her potions cabinet for something equivalent of multivitamin supplements to give you. So, she stops, turns to face her best friend, her only confidante.

“Dovey, I said some hateful things to her. I treated her quite horribly. I don’t know if she’s ever going to forgive me for it.”

Resuming her search, she utters her terrible confession.

“It was I who pushed her away, and yet, being away from her, truly away from her, it was awfully unbearable, as if, as if a piece of my heart is being ripped away.“

A hand lands on her shoulder.

“That’s even more reason for you to make it up to her. She needs you as much as you need her.”

The eyes that greet her upon making contact are kind, gentle, and full of wisdom, not anything near the usual Dovey who revels in throwing merciless quips at her with a fiery passion. There however is a hint of reproach in her voice as she adds, eyes hardening for just a fraction.

“Trying to deny the connection will only continue to hurt the both of you. If you are clever enough to understand the importance of it, you would do well to fix your mistakes.”

It is during times like these that she is infinitely grateful for having a friend like Dovey. More often than not, they will be seen partaking in almost ruthlessly aggressive banter, making them come across as nemeses who despise one another to those around them, but Dovey, to Lesso, is a port in the storm: someone, no the only one she can turn to.

Suddenly, following her friend’s much needed advice, even being under the same roof becomes painfully insufferable. Her heart demands that she returns to your side, and thus, after shocking Dovey with a rare moment of expressing gratitude, grabbing the bottle in hand, she walks briskly back towards her chamber.

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By the time you wake up, there significantly is less soreness overall. Cocooned in satiny softness, you feel infinitely better, up until the last couple of hours gain on your foggy mind. It is too beautiful of a memory to be real, and you wonder if you have just made it all up when a delightful whiff of a familiar fragrance teases your nose.

Tracing the scent leads you to the conclusion that not only are you in the dean’s chamber, you are buried under her feather-soft duvet, sinking into her pillowy bed. Upon peeling the satin sheet off your body, you find yourself in Lady Lesso’s pristine white shirt.

Your cheeks are painted sunset pink, jolly little hummingbird causing mayhem inside its bony cage, but then, rears the ugly head of reality, crushing the delicate buds of hope beneath its foul boots.

You are inside her room, enveloped in her scent, and surrounded by her things, and yet, it is such a depressing disappointment that the woman herself is nowhere to be found.

She has been adamant that she doesn’t wanted you then.

What are the chances that she will want you now?

Your tie has meant nothing to her after all. Is there even any reason for you to keep pestering her now that what little connection you have to her is no more, due to her own doing no less.

With thoughts running rampant, your bare feet have just barely touched the fluffy carpet when the click-clack of heels notify you of her impending arrival.

Panicked and emotionally unprepared to force back into the bitter reality, you dive back under the covers, pretending as though sleep has yet to release you from its grip.

There is silence for a few minutes.

And then, “If you’re awake, let’s get some elixir in you. It’ll help you heal better.”

You comply, peeking one eye open first before moving to sit on the bed.

Trying your damndest not to unabashedly stare at her is proven to be a rather challenging affair as your eyes are keep being drawn to her tantalisingly dishevelled state. Her sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, displaying her surprisingly strong arms; you can see her veins, emerald green and amethyst purple, under her skin like milky porcelain.

Then, a bottle is handed to you. Your eyes are busy admiring her beautifully long fingers with their stylishly painted nails, sharp as talons, to give any mind to the peculiar looking colour and consistency of the contents of the bottle.

When it comes to most potions, the first droplet is always the most unpleasant, and then, you somehow get used to the taste, and watery as they usually are, the rest of the liquid goes easily in. However, with this one, the taste is unrivalled, in that it does not go down easily, the thick consistency of the liquid making it terribly unpleasant for you to swallow.

You almost end up giving up halfway, and you certainly would have if it wasn’t for her hand holding your jaw, fingers caressing your cheek, while the other is clasped over yours around the bottle, urging you on.

The roundness of the bottle is soon replaced with the thinness of the glass when a glass of water is put in your hand.

“Good girl.”

The lowly husked praise has come out of the blue that you very nearly choke to death amidst mouthfuls of water.

Silence reigns for some time afterwards before it is dethroned once more by her voice, “If you would give me another chance,” soothingly tender and conveying genuine repentance. “I would like to give this, us a proper chance.”

The sincerity of her words stuns you for a moment.

“Would you?”

You choose your words carefully. She has finally warmed up to the idea of you and her, and you do not wish to scare her away.

Still, you must state what you must.

“I won’t lie and say that you didn’t hurt me, Lady Lesso because you did, possibly even more than you’ve intended.”

At this, to your genuine shock, she wilts, the prim and proper Lady Lesso with her shoulders slumped and brows furrowed.

“I took you for granted. Of course, you would want nothing to do with me anymore. I understand. If I were you, I’d hate me, too.”

“Regrettably, even if I want to hate you, I am unable to. Not that I want to in the first place.”

Your hand finds hers on her lap, gingerly brushing a thumb against her warm skin, and when she stares intently at it, stupefied and breath caught in her slender throat, you smile to yourself.

“As foolish as it sounds, I have wanted nothing but you ever since you’ve entered my vision. I think you would have enamoured me all the same even without this string binding us together.”

“So, yes. Yes, I would.”

Her eyes are a mesmerising green as they seek yours. Now it is her doing what she does best, exercising the art of taking one’s breath away.

“No darling,-” A shadow of a smile makes its breathtaking appearance on her lovely lips. “-not only have I been a fool but I have also been a coward. It is an age-old belief that villains are never granted a happily ever after, and I-” Her hand engulfs yours, mirroring your ministrations from earlier. “-I resorted to subjecting you to my wrath before, as my irrational fear had made a foolish presumption, you would, one day, make a fool out of me. Ironically, I ended up making a fool of myself.”

Emboldened by the revelation, you intertwine your fingers with hers. “I know that our case is unique, possibly even unheard of from what I’ve gathered thus far, but Lady Lesso-” Squeezing her hand reassuringly, you make your unfaltering confession. “-even while being well aware that our path will not always be all sunshine and rainbows, I will unequivocally choose to walk the arduous path as long as I can have you.”

A beat.

Your heart thrums anxiously beneath your ribcage.

Two.

Have you divulged too much?

Three.

And then, she cracks the most fabulous smile, “Be careful darling. Flattery will get you everywhere.”

The warm, pulsating sound of it is the loveliest melody to your ears.

The tip of your ears burning, you move to hide from her mischievous gaze, but as if reading your mind, her fingers slide along your jaw, gingerly running a thumb across your raspberry suffused cheek.

“Verily, you have the purest heart.”

She muses more to herself than talk to you, only after some time, aiming utterances to you.

“Very well then, we have all the time in the world to tackle our situation. Now, rest, for it is your utmost priority. These past few days have been terribly unkind to you after all.”

“Mmhm, but Lady Lesso?”

“Yes?”

“I thought you had severed our ties. Why is it still intact?”

“Because I didn’t.”

“It was only a mirage then?”

“Yes.”

“And, Lady Lesso?”

“Yes?”

“Stay with me?” You ask meekly, then add. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course. I couldn’t wish for anything less.”

Your belly butterflies rejoice when after tucking you back into her bed, “Sleep tight, my sweet little songbird.” , you feel the warm press of her lips on yours. It is but a fleeting touch. But, when they descend upon your cheek next, they linger, brushing against your skin in the softest, most delicate caress.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

That night, you fall asleep with the goofiest of smiles on your face.

Tied around your pinkies, and cascading into a stream amongst the creamy sheets, the string of fate that binds your souls together burns the brightest red.

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