#Sge fanfic

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

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.

[fourleafclovxr]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The School for Good and Evil - Soman Chainani, The School for Good and Evil (2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agatha & August Sader, Callis & August Sader, Agatha & Callis (The School for Good and Evil) Characters: August Sader, Agatha (The School for Good and Evil), Callis (The School for Good and Evil) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Canon, Wishes, Resurrection, Temporary Character Death, Found Family, Mentors, Fix-It of Sorts, lore heavy and professor gen even heavier Summary: Please tell me what to do. Please tell me what comes next. Ever After or not. Agatha wishes August Sader back to life. This is not how the story was supposed to go. This is the first semblance of choice that any of them will learn to have. It will not be the last.

(or: august sader lives, and a seer who cannot see is not bound by the rules.)

[screenshotsonpinterest]

So you know that Tagatha fluff I keep talking about? I haven’t written shit BUT SOMEONE ELSE DID

And you should go read it right fucking now

They said it’s their first fic and it’s sooo good lmk if someone finds them on here

[harmonyverendez]

My Baby ~ Rafal M x daughter Oc ( Platonic )

Rafal smiled as his baby girl ran at him. “ Mya”. Mya, who was four years old ran fast as her little legs could carry her. As she got close he lifted her and pulled her small body close to his.

“ How are you my little doll?” he cooed softly caressing her cheeks softly.

“ M' good daddy, Mommy and I went out for a walk, and guess why?” she faked a gasp.

Rafal played along.

“ What? What did you give me?”.

Mya giggled and pulled something out from her back. “ A shell”.

Rafal eyes widened in alarm, that was no normal shell. It was some form of voodoo magic.

He snatched it from her hands and scowled her softly.

“ no, we do not pick things up from the ground. This is poison. You let me know next time if you want something and I'll give it to you. Understand?”.

Mya began to scry, her small lips wobbly and a tear fell from her face. “ Yes, I sowwy Daddy ”.

Rafal eyes melted at the sight of her tears, he let out a coo and pulled her close to his body once more and shushed her.

He walked around with her trying to calm her nerves. After a few minutes someone came from the forest.

A tall figure.

“ Ah, I see you have Mya. I told her not to grab it. But she wanted so badly”.

[annie-creates]

Beautiful I know

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Words: 1100

Note: Another spring fic is here, I hope you enjoy this one. We have had a tough couple of weeks but I hope we can get back on track.

The air got fresher, early flowers started blooming and the days were sunnier and warmer. Everything around you implied the spring was here. Even the ever students got overly excited for the longer and warmer days, and nevers were willing to spend more time outside than absolutely necessary. It made teaching both of them the slightest bit more pleasant.

What didn’t make your classes easier however was the upcoming Spring ball. A tradition your school kept from before the merging, now both faculties equally accepted and invited. The buzz of your students chippering about the dress and shoes they’re going to wear and the date they’re going to invite was louder than the bees in the gardens.

You couldn’t blame them, you’d too get excited for the opportunity to dress up and dance. But your girlfriend wasn’t a big fan of such festivities, preferring the dark and coldness of her chambers and loneliness of her own company. You knew bothering her with it would not bring much more success, yet you were hopeful for her to change her mind about not going.

“Hey babe?” You question once you enter the office you so often shared.

“Yea?” Leonora reacts, not raising her head from the papers she’s currently grading.

“I know you said you aren’t really a ball type of person, but Dovey got the fancy chocolate fountain out…” You try to bribe her.

“I thought I already told you clear enough I’m not going.” She turns to you with a heavy sign, her arms folded over her chest and brows scrunched.

“Well… yes… but I thought you’d like to come with me…” You specify as if your presence should be her reward.

“I wouldn’t go with you even if you were the queen of Sheba.” She levels you annoyed.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” That stung a lot, pinching your heart in a twist. “I thought you would have done it for me.”

Lesso watched your hunched form leave her office, happy to finally have a bit of peace. Yet even after she did all her work, she couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. Did she not do enough for you? Why were you so needy all the time? It’s not her job to entertain you every hour of each day. If she doesn’t want to go to some stupid dance, she won’t go.

But the pointed look Dovey was giving her all throughout dinner seemed to say otherwise. You didn’t join them tonight, leaving many of the teachers wondering why the bubbly and talkative you didn’t show up. Even when she never wanted to admit it, it made her feel the slightest bit worse. Maybe she was really unnecessarily tough with you.

“Do you mind telling what your fuckin problem is?” Dovey cornered her right after dinner.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lesso retorted, dissatisfied with her tone.

“Oh please! Every time something’s bothering Y/n, it’s got to do with you.” Clarissa accused her.

“Oh god, why is she so needy?! I just don’t want to go to your stupid dance. Can’t she grow up and let it go?” Leonora argued.

“When was the last time you took her to any dance?” Dovey opposed.

“I… what?” In the heat of the argument Lesso got derailed.

“Actually, when was the last time you took her anywhere?” Clarissa stands her ground, waiting patiently for her answer.

“I… I did… I mean, we went to that place… like a couple months ago..?” Leonora backs down, confused herself.

“Lesso, you need to stop expecting her to invest all into the relationship where you put in nothing. Would it hurt you to give her some of your time every now and then?” Dovey lectures her.

“But I… why does it have to be that stupid dance?! Can’t we just go catch some frogs or something?” Lesso objects.

“Do you think she likes hanging by the stinky pond? Or that she enjoys tormenting the evening fireflies?” Clarissa raises an eyebrow.

“Uh, yes?” Leonora states matter of factly. “Why else would she do it?”

“No, she doesn’t!” sometimes Dovey contemplated if your girlfriend even knew anything about you. “She does it because you like it. She does whatever you enjoy to spend time with you. I’d say it’s only polite to do the same for her.”

Giving Leonora enough to think about Dovey leaves her to her own thoughts. Maybe she really wasn’t good enough girlfriend, spending the time she had left with you after the work hours doing only what she wanted and never asking what you would enjoy. She despised school dances, hated all the balls and fancy parties, but maybe she could bite herself and go just for you.

During the next week you don’t bring the ball up again, and it seems you finally came to terms with the fact you’ll be attending alone. But your excited chatter is shorter and less happy than usually, you don’t mention all the preparations to anyone anymore and you spend most of your free time alone in your room. That’s why you’re so confused when at the afternoon of the ball, a flower corsage finds itself on your bed.

You didn’t know who sent it, the only person you’d accept one from was adamant about not going to the ball. But it somehow complemented all the colors of your flowery dress, so you decided to try it on, just to see how you’d look. Just as you’re about to take it off and leave, a knock is heard from your door, which confuses you even more. As you open it, you find your girlfriend in a fitting white suit with her hair pulled back.

„Wow, you look…“ You whisper in awe.

„Beautiful, I know. Can we go now?“ Lesso cuts you off in faked annoyance.

“But… I though you aren’t going..?” You question her confused.

“Well I changed my mind.” She almost bites but then continues much more nicely. “I realized you deserve to be taken out to where you want.”

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to…” You didn’t want to pressure her into doing things she didn’t want to.

“No, I want to go! We weren’t doing much of that lately.” She admits offering you her arm.

You link your arms together passing to the ball room. Your arrival turns heads but neither of you really cares. As you’re beaming with a smile, she realizes she loves the neediness and wonderment you have for her. She wouldn’t want to live in a world where you didn’t need her.

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

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!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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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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[sere-rine]

STEAMY THOUGHT #2

Just pondering how Lady Lesso would punish you once she saw you touching yourself after she tease you all day.

Maybe she would edge you for hours. She would make you put your skirt up unto your waist and open your buttoned shirt only for her to be able to see your breast. She would make you touch yourself on her desk in front of her (while she's sitting gloriously, fully clothed and looking at you with the darkest eyes she could have.) and would make you stop once you're near. And if ever you can't control yourself, she would smack your hands away from your dripping wet cunt with her cane.

"Bad sluts like yourself does not deserve to cum, am I right?"

Or maybe she would make you cum non stop with a vibrator while your hands are tied up on top of your head with her neck tie. She'll use her magic to recover your stamina but she'll make sure to leave your cunt and stay overstimulated. She'll not stop until you say your safe word or until you pass out.

"What? This is why your touching yourself without my permission, you want a release. So I'm giving you a non stop chance to cum you whore."

[lottiette]

Hi honey, I've been following you for a while, I love your fics, spending hours reading them. I wanted to ask you, if it's okay with you and you have time, if you would like to write another fanfiction about hort, it's so underrated, I love you, have a good day<3

Hort X Ever! Reader

Authors note: Hi Libraia thank you so much for your request! I love Hort so much I’d die for him. I hope this writing is to your liking. I know that I’m super irregular with my writing it’s because I’m lazy and never have any ideas. But hope you enjoy. I love you to have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

Warning: Book Hort/Movie Hort, swearing. Not proofread. I think that’s it.

- He first saw you at that bullshit Ever/Never meeting thing. Where the Ever boys performed and stuff.

- He saw you and a spark lit his Never heart.

- He didn’t think an Ever would ever capture his eye, but you…you were so sweet and pure. You had a genuine smile on your face.

- Of course that was only a fantasy to Hort. You would never even notice him. He was a weasel Never boy, and you were an Ever, a princess/prince who would find a perfect prince/princess.

- That was until one day at lunch. He was getting picked on for being a weasel boy who couldn’t do more than sprout two hairs of a wolf.

“What a loser.” “Sad excuse for a Never. You couldn’t scare a fly-“ The hog boy who was spouting bullshit of insults in the weasel boy’s face got hit with something. He turns around to see you standing there. “Did you throw something at me?” He growls in hatred. You throw another rock at him. “Why you-“ and another. “HEY STO-“ oh. That one got him right in his third eye. He is bleeding. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING NOTHING BUT A BIG BULLY!” You scream. The hog boy doesn’t like that. He starts charging at you. You scream naturally, and start running. Right as the hog boy is about to grab you Hort punches him right in his big borish face. Now you’re both running. Eventually you find yourselves hiding under a bridge like hide. You stick out your hand with a smile, “I’m (Name)”

- Hort sees the nicest Ever, ever.

- He couldn’t believe that you had did that for him. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, but you stood up for him.

- From that point on Hort is even more hopelessly devoted to you. He is going to protect you from everything he can.

- He’s the big bad wolf to your riding hood (Ever After High Red)

- You eat lunch with him from that point forward.

- Of course the hog boy did come back for a round two. You guys run each time to the same spot. Until it just gets old and you punch hog boy so hard he sees star. He leaves y’all alone after that.

- Hort does the little things for you. Opens your drinks/snacks. Get you anything you want. Helps you study, does your homework. All that stuff.

- He has an ANYTHING for you mindset. And “ANYTHING” means ANYTHING! From cookie to murder. He’ll do it.

- Being in a relationship with him is very loving.

- He looks at you like you put the moon in the sky.

- He’ll support anything you do. Any hobbies, traits, or anything whatever you do.

- He likes to give you feather kisses. Like little pepper flakes.

- And LOVES cuddles. Doesn’t matter where or when he wants to be touching you. He’ll pull you into him whenever.

- Not until later into the relationship will he touch your ass. He’s not going to smack it. He has the ultimate high respect for you. He will NOT be touching without your permission.

- And even if he does get your permission he’ll be reluctant to touch you that way. He’ll be a blushing boy

- If anyone else touches you they won’t have hands to touch you with anymore.

- He will not play around when it comes to your safety.

- All the Ever boys/girls trying to flirt with you, he hates it.

- He already thinks you’re too good for him but he knows that anyone else isn’t good enough for you.

- He might get a bit insecure sometimes because he will get in his head and start thinking that maybe you should be with an Ever. That maybe they can treat you better. (They can’t)

- He’s possessive. He wants you to himself because he doesn’t trust anyone else and he isn’t losing you.

- He’s not leaving you. No matter how sad or mad you are.

- He’s not going to be the best at comforting you when sad because he’s never really experienced that but he’ll try. He wants to punch and kill your problems and he will if he can but if not he’ll cuddle you and sniff your hair.

- I think that he likes to bring you trinkets like “oh a pretty rock” or “oh a butterfly wing” just little things he finds he wants to give to you.

- I think he likes to have his hair played with.

- You two have to sneak out to meet each other.

- Most nights under the moon in the forest are more magical than the one before it. You two lay in the grass just holding onto each other and telling the other about all the things they’ve missed and whatever else

- Just let him sniff your hair, hold you, steal your items occasionally, and he’ll be just fine.

- He promises you that one day he’ll get you out of the bullshit school and give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

[bellatrixnightshade]

GUESS THE CHARACTER AND FIC (WIP EDITION)

"There's no need to be sour, merely because I happened to outdo you in hostility and coldness. Particularly the latter. I do hope you won't catch something because I have to admit, I'm rather sick of visiting you." and: "Black isn't my only color, you silly creature! Only black! Why, I'm not that trite, you know." He flashed him an arch smile, amused more than offended.

If someone guesses correctly or close, I'll have something in store!

[engr4veq]

! 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?

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

She Wore A Thousand Faces All to Hide Her Own

Lesso opens up to Dovey about why she has her cane

*TW* Panic attack*

Dovey’s POV

I knock softly on the Evil Dean’s door. A strip of yellow light shines through the crack between the floor so I know she’s in. Normally I wouldn’t disturb her this late at night and in her rooms at that but this is urgent – some Never broke into my office and stole the plans for the Unity Ball right off my desk.

“Hey, Lesso?” I call out. “Can I come in?” I knock again louder this time and I’m starting to get worried. Taking a breath, I push the door open. The Evil Dean’s room is a mess as usual with books and clothes spread over every visible surface. It’s even worse than the last time I set foot in here with a candle dripping wax onto an open book and the bedclothes in a tangled mess at the foot of her magnificent four-poster.

“Leo, you in?” The bathroom door is shut, and I have to wade through several layers of God knows what just to reach it. I knock once again and pause for a long moment. The realization of how stupid I’m being hits me – what a fool I am, practically hunting down my partner, she’s probably in her office. I scoff and turn to go, trying to smooth over the uneasiness I feel in my stomach. All of a sudden, I freeze. That was definitely the sound of something smashing. I turn back to the door and call out her name.

“Leo? Is everything all right in there?” I press my ear to the door and hear a sound of scrabbling from within.

“Yes, I’m fine, everything’s fine! Can’t we talk later?” Lesso’s tone is sharp as usual, but her voice is unusually high-pitched and sounds slightly muffled. I raise my eyes to the heavens and gather up my skirts.

“Ok, well, I’m coming in.” I unlock the door with my fingerglow. At first, the spacious room appears empty, and I am faced with walls of black marble, lined with flickering candles and my own face blinking back at me from an enormous ornate mirror hanging above the sink. Finally, I spot a few red curls sticking up from between the vanity and bath. I walk slowly toward Lesso and crouch down in front of her, careful not to make any sudden movements. The other woman is wedged in the gap in her underwear, knees pulled up to her chin, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.

“Oh, Lesso,” I whisper. Even though we’ve been together for a few months now, I am still so unused to seeing the figure I’ve come to associate with everything strength and elegance showing weakness so crippling it reduces her to a quivering heap.

“Hey, can you come out of there for me?” I grip her arm softly and am suddenly struck by how small and frail she looks in that moment, like a small bird with a broken wing. I help her coordinate her long limbs enough to scoot forward and lean against a cabinet. The silence is only broken by Lesso’s rapid breaths and the periodic drip of a tap.

“Please just leave me alone,” she whispers and buries her face in her arms. Frustration mingles with the sadness that swirls in my stomach.

“No.” I reply softly, “I’m not going anywhere.” I place a hand on her back, feeling her heart beating erratically. “I’m not going to leave.” The taller woman leans into my side, and I breathe slowly and deliberately and Lesso copies. After a few minutes, she finally looks up and lifts a gentle hand to my face. “I trust you more than anyone else, you know that, right?” I nod and press a kiss to her temple. “Thank you for staying. You make everything a little easier.”

I smile, rocking her from side to side in my arms and rest my head on her shoulder.

“What happened just now?” I ask softly. Lesso sighs.

“I don’t know, it just came on. I was about to take a bath when I got so dizzy, it just happened. No trigger.”

“Just one of those days, huh,” I sigh.

“Just one of those days,” Lesso agrees. We sit in silence for a few more minutes until the Evil Dean’s breathing finally slows and she’s able to take a deep, clean breath. I smile into her neck before sitting up. She barely seems to register the movement and is staring unblinkingly at something only her eyes can see. The smile fades from my lips as I watch her for a few moments before nudging her softly in the ribs. Fear flashes across her face and she jumps at my touch but soon settles back into her usual sharp expression bar the softness that creeps into her eyes when she is with me.

“Did you want to have your bath?” I ask, pretending not to have noticed her lost in thought.

“Ah, any excuse to see me naked huh, Dove?” Lesso teases, a smirk playing across her face. I laugh. “But no, thank you. Maybe tomorrow.” I nod in understanding, and we fall back into a comfortable silence before the Evil Dean reaches behind her and grips the cabinet. “Let’s get out of here.” I get to my feet, watching as Lesso struggles to pull herself up.

“You could’ve just asked for help you know,” I say, frowning.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” She replies dryly, shooting me a pained smile. I roll my eyes and I can’t stop myself from peering at her leg. It always strikes me as odd that there are no visible marks or scars on Lesso’s bad leg – or any other part of her body for that matter.

“Now, I know it’s part of the great mystery of Lady Lesso, but what did happen to your leg?” I ask lightly. She opens her mouth to respond but I raise a hand to stop her. “And no lies.”

Lesso’s shoulders slump and she casts her eyes to the side. “Ok,” she says finally. “But you can’t be angry.”

I frown. “Never.”

The Evil Dean closes her eyes and shakes her head impatiently. “No.” She takes a breath. “I’m going to show you something, something I should’ve shown you a long time ago. But you can’t be angry, understand? Promise me, Dovey.” Lesso fixes me with a purple gaze so fierce I am powerless to do anything but nod. “Ok.” She takes a few steps back, bare feet slapping on the marble. I take in her body, scantily clad in a simple black bra and underpants, more toned than more than a few Ever boys. Yes, Lesso has lost weight. She’s so thin, I could count all of her ribs if I wanted to. The Never brushes a few stray curls out of her face and I resist the urge to go over and tie them back for her. I watch as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. A shudder passes over her and her pale, smooth skin seems to bubble and melt before glowing almost translucent and fading away. I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips. What was once flawless alabaster is now littered with scars and a light dusting of pale freckles.

Most of the scars are old and long healed, but there are a few fresh ones as well. But one draws my attention the most: an angry blood-red mark stains her leg starting just below her knee and curling inwards at her hip. Strange swirling pink markings cover it like a strange, twisted tattoo. A sob rises in my throat, and I press my fingers to my lips.

“Why?” I whisper.

Lesso laughs bitterly. “Don’t worry, most are just souvenirs from my travels. Like this one,” she points to a deep red line extending from the base of her ribcage to her naval. “That was from a wolf a couple of years ago in an inn in Bloodbrook, just a case of mistaken identity.” She grins manically at me and turns around revealing dozens of thin white stripes crisscrossing her back. “But these? Let’s just say I was… well acquainted with the Doom Room.” The Evil Dean laughs again but I see the pain in her expression. I pick up her thin arm and trace over the grooves of scars clearly self-inflicted. Finally, I look up into her face. She’s staring at the floor with all the air of a bad puppy awaiting punishment.

“Hey,” I say softly, my voice hoarse from the effort of holding back tears. “Look at me, my love. Please.” She inhales shakily and shifts her purple eyes to my own. I search her face, the shame and self-disgust evident in the crease of her brow and her bloodless lips, for once devoid of makeup. “You’re still beautiful. You’re still beautiful to me.” I press my lips gently to hers before pulling her into my body, cradling her in my arms as she clings to me as if she would never let go. A ragged sound unlike any I’ve heard before tears up Lesso’s throat, a sound of pure agony that goes straight to my soul. I hug her tighter.

“You’re a fool, Leo,” I whisper into her shoulder. “A fool.” A single tear slides down my cheek and drips onto her bare shoulder.

“‘m sorry, Dove. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Leo murmurs.

I let out a choked laugh. “Oh, my dear, if I had a dollar every time I cried for you, I’d be a rich woman.” I pull out of the embrace and hold the other woman at arm’s length and look into her glistening eyes. “You know this doesn’t change anything, right? I wish you had told me sooner and I wish you don’t feel as though you have to hide away or pretend to be fine – because this is not fine, but I still love you. No matter what.”

Lesso smiles at me then, a soft smile. No more than a slight quirk of the lips but it was filled with such love, such gratitude, that it was like the sun itself beaming down on me.

“Blood Magic,” she says suddenly.

“Sorry?” I reply frowning.

“Blood Magic. My leg. It was blood magic that did it.” I stare at her incredulously. I know what blood magic is of course, after the whole debacle with Sophie, but I can’t comprehend how on earth the Evil Dean could’ve been injured by it.

“Sorry, that wasn’t very clear.” Lesso takes a moment to collect her thoughts, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers absently. I back up a little and perch on the edge of the bath. It’s full of water, long gone cold, with no soap, and no bubbles.

“You know the consequences of Blood Magic, what it does to the user, how it eats away at their soul.” I nod in assent, and she starts pacing back and forth. “Well, it turns out that if Blood Magic is used on a person consistently over a long period of time, it gets too much. The body and soul are too weak to hold such power and so it has to manifest somewhere. It starts as a small mark but spreads like oil on the surface of a pool.” Lesso gestures to her leg. “It’s rotten. All the way through. Blood Magic was not made for this world and certainly not for the likes of us to use.”

I nod slowly, taking in her story. “Rafal did this, didn’t he?”

She stops pacing. “Yes, he did do it, he didn’t know though. He didn’t know it would create lasting marks. He was mad when he found out about my leg, especially when I was too weak to even walk on my own.”

“What did- what spells did he use on you?” I ask carefully. Lesso’s shoulders tense and her fists clench tightly before she takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax.

“He practised the spells he invented as well as ones from a book he found on me. Some were tolerable but others were awful. There was one he favoured the most, one of his own invention, that one was absolute torture, I can’t even describe the pain – it was like, it was like a thousand knives stabbing me from the inside, turning my skin inside out but a deep bone-crushing ache at the same time.” By the shake in her hands and the way her feet are planted, I can tell she’s starting to crumble again and so I change the subject quickly.

“What are all the patterns on it?”

“Oh, I have no idea.” Lesso traces a particularly intricate swirl on her thigh. “I suppose it’s just part of the magic. It moves, though, on a bad day it’s like there are snakes under my skin and I can feel them crawling and squirming, changing the pattern.” She sighs and resumes her restless pacing.

“Does anything help it?” I ask, trying to keep the horror out of my voice.

“Usually just rest, although the cane helps a lot. I’ve tried to heal it, but magic just aggravates it and… and I’m too afraid to ask a Healer.” She spits out the last part like acid.

"And why... why the glamours?"

The Evil Dean shakes her head, red curls bobbing like flames. "I couldn't stand seeing myself like this, I was ashamed and disgusted. I hated everything that makes me human, that makes me weak. I can't risk anyone seeing me for what I am." We sit in contemplative silence until Lesso stands up and regards me warily before offering me an arm.

I take it and look her square in the eyes. “Thank you for telling me this, I know it was hard. Thank you for trusting me.” Lesso gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes and tugs me gently towards the door. She pulls it open for me and does a small bow that is still far more elegant than many of the Ever boys could manage. I bob a curtsey back and step daintily out of the room.

“My god, Lesso, your room is a pigsty. It looks like a small bomb exploded,” I stare around the room that’s every bit as messy as it was when I came in. I guess miracles only happen in fairy tales after all. The Never just rolls her eyes.

“I’ll fix it in the morning. Stay with me?”

“Of course,” I reply. I magic my gold gown into a comfortable silk slip and make the bed quickly with my finger glow. Lesso slides between the luxurious black sheets in her underwear and motions for me to come. I climb in with her and survey the wreckage that is my counterpart’s room, a vast contrast to the neatly made bed.

“Look at this,” I muse. “Our own little island amidst a sea of chaos.”

“Enough poetry,” the other woman yawns, pulling me down to lie next to her. I settle down in her strong arms and it is mere minutes until she’s asleep.

I gaze down at her face, more peaceful than I’ve ever seen her before and it occurs to me that I don’t know her age. In this moment, Lesso looks almost girlish, an expression of serenity on her unpainted, freckled face. Without all her layers of clothing and makeup, the Dean for Evil is far from the formidable force that terrorises the corridors, here she is laid bare to me and I see a glimpse of all she has been. Here she is humanized – beautiful and broken but so wonderfully, terribly mine. I press a kiss to her temple and find it wet with tears. I stroke her soft hair tenderly and whisper into the velvety darkness of night.

“You are an enigma, my love. A mystery…”

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Make me proud”

Requests by @anonymous

Not sure if requests are open but I may have a fun one! 🤍 How about a Lesso/Reader where the reader gets placed into the school of evil, thinking and trying to convince everyone she's actually evil. But she's more of a "wholesome" evil. Not wanting to like... take over the world but more of a "hey... just curious... what's your favourite flower?" *the next day a person finds their favourite flower in a bouquet on their desk* kind of evil. Like "evil but the motive is you're happy". Technically very manipulative which is probably what ended her up in the school!

Umm you're literally sooo talented, I was just reading a Lady Lesso fic I'm crying you write angst so well 😭 I loveee angst. Would you be willing to write someday for a Never reader whose parents were Evers so they're like kinda abusive? (you don't have to go in detail since the reader is in school anyway). So maybe there's holidays and the reader doesn't want to go home or something like that and Lady Lesso comes to the rescue. Ofc it would be platonic. 💕 If you can't write it I completely understand btw! I looove your work!

i hope you guys don’t mind that i combined your requests. i just thought they would go well together. i honestly couldn’t get into detail for the first prompt. i hope you’ll still find it satisfactory! my god, seriously, genuinely thank you so much for all the compliments 🥹🫶🏻 i’m literally all over the moon 💕

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Evermore. A family famed not only for having the quintessential traits of an ever, but also for always being enrolled into the school for good.

They have been upholding this tradition for generations upon generations. In the course of history, never have there been a case of an Evermore becoming a never.

Well, at least, not until you, the only Evermore child of your parents, find yourself drenched like a rat and floating in the moat, the hauntingly dark castle of the school for evil standing before your very eyes. The black water surrounding you splashes and ripples as more and more students keep plummeting.

And just like that, you are absolutely royally fucked.

It has started out rough, your journey at the school for evil. Everyone has given you a weird look on the first day. Oh no, it certainly has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you have been sticking out like a sore thumb amongst cool goths with your flamboyantly fancy gown. During the first assembly alone, you have caught the evil dean rather blatantly burning holes into you with her scalding gaze, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed as if repulsed by your very presence. If looks could kill, you would have definitely perished right then and there.

It does not take you, a goody two shoes as your peers like to tease you, long to prove yourself.

Although it has not been ideal for a confetti bomb to be an evil student’s choice of weapon, it has splendidly done its job of distracting your opponent. That little distraction has been all you need to catch them off guard, avoiding their impending attack by sliding through the gap between their legs, and from behind, striking the back of their head with the heavy hilt of your sword. In the twinkling of an eye, they fall to the floor unconscious.

And that is that. The end.

You do not want to be presumptuous but you swear you have seen your dean’s lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. As your eyes trail further down, you catch her fingers tapping against the back of her hand, that is maintaining a firm grip on her cane, almost as if she is clapping for you in the most subtle of ways.

As far as you are aware, the last time your eyes have wandered off to the direction of the dean just before your confetti bomb explodes, she has been looking positively stressed, fingers on her forehead as she shakes her head disapprovingly. The knowledge that you must have made your hardly sway-able dean proud makes you tremendously proud and all gleeful.

Your little triumph has left you surrounded by your fellows the rest of the day. The next day, a girl in your classroom has miraculously found a big bouquet of flowers on her desk. You are just minding your own business when she comes up to you, asking if you want to hang out with her that afternoon. You have agreed, and just like that, you have gained a new never friend.

Adjusting into your new life has been relatively easy for you. You have even done a good job at it. To be unreservedly frank, from the very beginning, you do not mind being sorted into the school for evil. You have always found yourself never fully fitting in with your family, but, since your parents have always appeared so jolly reminiscing about good old days at their alma mater, and subsequently, stubbornly convinced that you will be following their steps, you have thought it best to keep quiet, not wanting to disappoint, or argue with them for that matter.

Honestly, you have never really quite understood why your family is so obsessed with upholding the tradition of always being evers, but you have believed, you have foolishly, naively believed that your parents will understand, that they will, for once, hear you out, that they will accept you for being who you are, ever or never, because at the end of the day, you are still their flesh and blood. Their only child.

“You are a disgrace to the Evermore family.”

Those words have come out of the very mouth of your own mother who has once called you her sweet little sunshine. You have been immediately declared the black sheep of the Evermore family just because you become a never, and the reality that you are but a mere pawn even to your own parents gives you the blues. It has been a bitter pill to swallow. For a while, the sadness follows you around like a shadow, but surprisingly, quicker than you can imagine, you have found tranquility in the darkness, and by the end of the week, all you see when you think back on the incident is red, a bright, burning red.

In the wee hours of the night, the school is hauntingly quiet, but today especially more so, bar the swooshes and whooshes of the arrows being released from your bow, for many have returned home for the Christmas holidays. The moon is in her prime, high on the sky. Courtesy of her soft ethereal glow, you are made aware of the presence of another, as a new shadow is casted on the ground.

“Hello, Lady Lesso.” You greet without turning, releasing another arrow that, yet again, embeds itself in the bullseye.

“Evermore.” When you turn and smile at her, she acknowledges. “You’ve been at it for hours.”

“Have you been stalking me professor?” You challenge, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand.

To your surprise, she hands you a towel that seems to have appeared out of nowhere, but after a second thought, you conclude that she must have brought it with her.

“I was simply keeping an eye on you.” The dean points around with her cane as if to emphasise her point. “It’s an ungodly hour to be practising archery.”

After a moment, she asks. “What’s bothering you?”

You sit on the grass, lies down. The stars look awfully pretty tonight.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Hmm.” With a hum, she approaches you, once again surprising you by sitting down beside you. “I see that you’ve stayed behind for Christmas.”

“Yes, well, let’s just say I’m in a bit of a sticky situation.”

“Do you want to talk?”

At this, you look at her, and find that her eyes have never left your face.

“Will you listen, Lady Lesso?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to listen, would I?”

A smile forms on your lips while a sigh escapes your lips.

“My family, that’s what’s bothering me. Scared as I was, I was also hopeful at first that perhaps they would understand. But then, I was devastated and sad when they rejected me instead of encouraging me for finally embracing my true self.” Unable to hold her gaze any longer, you aim yours back at the sky. “Now though, all I feel is anger and,…and bitter resentment. Frankly professor, I don’t think I want to do anything with them anymore. It was not me but them who shunned their own flesh and blood. I don’t want to go back to a family that can’t even accept me for who I am.”

Once you are done talking, it feels as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“You are not wrong, Evermore. I do however want you to know that you can always talk to me should you need anything. I may be evil but I’m still a teacher. I care.” Your dean’s words of encouragement have been like a soothing balm on your strained soul.

Even though you like to believe that you are not hurting anymore, when all is said and done, it, of course, is not entirely true. You have been your parents’ little sunshine after all. It baffles and wounds you all the more just how easily they can become indifferent to you. It is as if everything they have said and done, all the things that the three of you have been through together after all this time means as much as rubbish to them.

Without your parents in your life, some things can, and will never be the same again.

Which is why your dean’s words truly, truly mean a lot. You can feel that they come from deep within, uttered with sincerity.

“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, but can you promise me one thing, Evermore?”

You gaze follows her as she moves to stand, cane returning back to its rightful place by her side.

“Make me proud.” She says, thrusting a hand out for you to take. There is a smile on her lips, a warm, easily discernible smile, and witnessing it makes your lips stretch into a bright, beam.

“I will.” Your hand slips into the dean’s. She holds it tight, helps you onto your feet. “I promise.”

“You know Lady Lesso, you’re surprisingly very kind and considerate for someone so evil.” You remark while gathering your things, uttered without even noticing yourself.

So, by the time her cane lands on your buttocks, it has caught you off-guard. Jolted into puzzlement, you stare at her, wide-eyed. “Say that again and I’ll chop your tongue off.”

“Yes ma’am!” You make a show of zipping and locking your mouth before dramatically throwing the imaginary key into the pond.

Although the dean has shaken her head at your silliness, she has smiled at it all the same.

“Come.” And go, you do, like a lost puppy being guided into safety. “I’ll make you a cup of hot cocoa. It’s Christmas after all.”

You may have decided to spend your Christmas away from your own flesh and blood, a family of evers, who cannot even appreciate you for who you are, but your Christmas has never been warmer, spent under the wing of a practical stranger, your wickedly evil never professor who cares infinitely more about you than your ever parents ever can.

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[onequeerhuman]

DOVESSO FANS: HELP!!

so, i was, as one does, in the middle of cleaning out my excessively hoarderish sized camera roll when i stumble upon a screen shot of a fic i apparently took…. issue being, I DONT REMEMBER IT AND IT LOOKS REALLY GOOD😭😭😀 sooo… can anyone help me find what this is from? 🙏🙏🙏

[annie-creates]

After my mother

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1900

Note: As I said before, no. But I can write something similar for you. I feel like this turned out really cute so I hope you'll like it too.

Another restless night. Hugging the pregnancy pillow under your body you toss and turn over and over in your big bed, missing the person who was supposed to sleep next to you. Lately it was pretty rare for Leonora to show up at home, or even spend any time with you. You stopped worrying about why that is long time ago, opting to save your sanity from all the dreadful scenarios your hormonated head could come up with. Giving up on the hopes for a good night’s rest you get up to make yet another melissa tea.

Was it the fact you were getting bigger and waddling around like a penguin? Did your wife not find you attractive anymore? Did she get scared from the responsibility for a baby? You both planned to start your own family for so long, your child seemed to be sent to you by heavens. To you it was the most amazing little miracle, but maybe your wife didn’t see it as such? Maybe she didn’t actually want to have a child? Or maybe she just didn’t want one with you…

Pushing all the nagging evil thoughts aside you pack your bags and make your way over to the School of good and evil with the first sunlight of the day. If your wife won’t take the effort to spend time with you, you’ll come keep her company at the school. She won’t get rid of you that easily, you’ll bother her until she gets tired of it and then some. With two suitcases and a bag slumped over your shoulder you appear at the doorstep of her office, her surprised face turning into a big smile.

“Baby! Oh my god what are you doing here?” she lights up, quickly taking the bags from you so you don’t have to drag it and kissing you on the cheek in the process.

“Well it’s not like you were coming home any time soon.” You reprimand her with a scrunched-up face in annoyance. “So I came here.”

Her face retorted to one of honest regret and shame, she knew she was spending a little too much time at work but didn’t know you’d notice. You always seemed so busy at home she didn’t want to bother you. Any time she tried to help you’d push her away because she was arranging the sofa pillows wrong or didn’t light up your favorite scent of candle. Ever since you became pregnant you were an impossible neat freak, probably having to do something with nesting, if she was to guess.

But she was very happy to see you here, now being able to combine her work duties and family life better. The enthusiasm lasted her exactly two and a half days, until you rearranged literally everything she owned and kept in her chambers in the castle. You turned to her office next, Lesso suddenly not being able to find any of the props she had prepared for her next lesson on deadly traps or books about ancient torture techniques. She slowly started regretting welcoming you in her towers, but of course she’d never tell that to anyone, much less you. She loved you for who you were, even when crazy from pregnancy. She was the one to put the child in you after all, so she sort of brought it on herself.

Dovey however was ecstatic to have you back at the castle. Being her best student and then a beloved teacher before you gave the position up, fearing it could be a clash of interest considering you married the dean of evil, she had some unbreakable admiration for you. And there wasn’t anything she loved more than happy endings and babies. So she kept you company while Lesso taught and invited you for walks and picnics with her other friends. She helped you pick up baby clothes, look for nursery equipment and even brainstorm some baby names, that one was her favorite.

You were already showing pretty clearly when you arrived but now you felt like a big barrel of beer. You couldn’t tie your own shoes and always needed someone to help you stand up from your chair, feeling utterly useless. That affected your mood, turning your bubbly personality into somewhat shy and insecure. You didn’t want to be a burden to anyone, much less your hardworking wife. She deserved a partner who could take care of their own socks and showering. Leonora noticed your saddened state, it would be hard for her not to. Maybe she wasn’t always present as much as you needed her to be but she was always perceptive and observant.

“How was your day today darling?” She asks as she steps into your now shared room in the evening, you already snuggled under the duvets.

“It was fine. Had some tea with Anemone and then we planned this weekend’s activities.” You answer tiredly.

As she dresses in pajamas and joins you in the bed, you snuggle into her as close as you can with your out of shape form. You didn’t want to be too clingy and drive her away with your neediness and unattractive body, but at the same time you needed her warmth and the comfort of her loving embrace. She starts to mindlessly draw small circles over your back and arms with her thumb, breathing in your fresh roses scent.

“I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore.” You admit suddenly, almost as if you were scared to say it out loud.

“What?” She thought that maybe she didn’t hear right, you seemed very happy every time you cooed over your growing baby with Clarissa.

“You can’t find me attractive like this, and I need your help literally all the time.” You complain, your intrusive thoughts winning over this time.

“Honey there’s nothing I’d find more attractive than you all round and pretty with my child.” She corrects you with a deep look into your eyes. “The only reason I couldn’t wait for you to not be pregnant anymore would be to get to finally meet our baby.”

She sooths your pregnant belly with her palm, feeling the baby kicking against her hand. Your and her eyes both go wide and you cover her hand with yours, wanting to feel this special connection too. Maybe she was right, carrying your baby was a little miracle and nothing to be insecure about. Leonora enjoyed taking care of you and having to help you with little everyday tasks made her feel needed and wanted.

“Mommy is feeling a little insecure today, hm?” she talked to your child in your womb and it filled your heart with warmth and love. “Don’t worry, I’ll make her feel all loved and appreciated.”

With the promise she looks up to kiss you and you happily accept her affection. Since then, you spend every night listening to Leonora’s reassurances and affirmations, talking about baby names, genders, what your child is gonna be like growing up or if it’s going to inherit your round nose and her devilish personality. She caresses your back and massages your swollen ankles, not once complaining about the job, because she knows she’ll actually miss it once you’re not pregnant anymore.

And not being pregnant comes sooner than you expect it to, in the middle of the day being escorted to the medical wing as your water broke right outside in the middle of your walk by the lake. Lucky for you you had Dovey and Anemone right by your side so they helped you get back and find the help you needed. The nurses and doctors rushed around you getting you comfortable and ready for labour. Talking you trough contractions and pain, they prepare you to deliver your baby while Dovey runs out to find Leonora.

“Seems we’re about ready to push your little princess out madam.” The nurse informs you, getting you panicked.

“What!? I can’t do this without my wife!” You reprimand her squeezing your fists in pain. “I need Lesso to be here!”

“I don’t think the baby is willing to wait…” her calm demeanor only fueled your hormonal anger more.

„I swear to heavens if you make me have this child without my wife you’ll spend the rest of your life in hell!“ Surely your dear wife could take care of that. “Lesso! I swear if you don’t come right this second, I’m naming this child after my mother!” You scream as if your wife could hear you all to way to her classroom and with your new found strength driven by pain and fear maybe she could.

Dovey ran to the classroom in the dungeons of the school of evil out of breath, not bothering to knock as she flew into the room like a tsunami wave. Lesso fried her with an annoyed look, ready to give her a mouthful about how she doesn’t want to be bothered during her class even if someone was dying some boring way of death, but before she could admonish her counterpart Clarissa caught enough breath to get out why she was there.

“Y/N… in labour… baby. Here.” She pushes out over her almost collapsing lungs and it’s enough for Leonora to drop everything and run out of the class without even dismissing it.

Dovey rolls her eyes and lets the kids go because it’s clear their teacher won’t be coming back any time soon and takes her way back to the medical wing to also be there when it’s time to welcome your child into their world. Meanwhile Leonora takes the steps by three, speeding to the delivery room to be with you so fast she’d put the speed of light to shame, but not fast enough for you to not be angry with her for being late.

“What took you so long?” You complain tears briming your eyes from the fear of having to push your child out alone and not knowing what to do.

“I’m so sorry love, but I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.” She promised kissing the crown of your head and enduring the iron grip of your hand.

“You ready now?” The nurse asks a little annoyed with your dramatics and you nod.

After what felt like twice the eternity to you, a lot of painful screams and maybe a few bruised bones in Lesso’s hands, the crying of a newborn fills the room and everyone exhales in relief. Your baby is wrapped up in clean blankets and given to you to hold, looking up at you with curious blue eyes and a few red hairs. It was the most ethereally beautiful girl you have ever seen in your entire life.

“Oh my god look. Leo look. We have a baby girl.” A new wave of tears washes over you as you whisper to your wife, being swept away by emotions and hormones.

“Yea, our beautiful little baby girl.” She whispers back too scared to startle the little angel in your arms, hardly fighting the tears herself.

“Oh, by the way? We’re naming her after my mother.” You announce to your wife shocking her speechless, because that was nowhere even near your baby names list.

She knew better than to question you right now and she’d rather fight off a dragon than argue with her postpartum wife, she sort of still values her fragile life.

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Passion- Lady Lesso x EverToNever!Reader.

Synopsis: Wherever she goes, you follow.

Warnings: None.?

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: Me? Writing to distract myself? Yes. I really love some of the things I put in here so I hope you guys love it too. I really hate that it’s so short BUT I have another one ready for ya. And I have a longer one in the works too!

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Lesso had asked you to join her on her next venture. She didn't tell you any details past that, and you didn't care to ask for any. You were simply pleased to be joining her.

Lesso had asked that you not disclose the fact you were tagging along to Dovey, it made sense. You were an Ever teacher tagging along with the Dean of Evil, Dovey wouldn't approve.

Even if she knew that you and Lesso were meant to be together.

You were to sneak out of the School for Good to meet Lesso at the bridge between Good and Evil on the last crescent moon of the month.

And so you did.

Once it started to approach midnight, you left your quarters and silently moved through the halls.

You didn't have anything with you but the clothes you adorned, all by the direction of Lesso. Again, you didn't ask any questions.

You made it through the school easily enough, passed all the fairies that must've been sleeping, and passed anyone who may have been on watch.

It was so close, the border to the other school was right within reach.

But just as you were about to cross, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you around.

"My dear, where are you going?" Dovey had her sweet smile, one that you never really saw as sincere.

You felt no need to lie, you were going regardless of whether or not you had permission.

"I'm going, I'm going with Lady Lesso," You started.

She cut you off, "Wha- you can't do that. You cannot leave, especially not with her."

You stood confused for a second until you saw Lesso walk up behind you. She must've been watching for your arrival but stayed for a moment to see how Dovey would react.

"Well, why not?"

"Because you're an Ever. She's a Never. It cannot happen."

Lesso rolled her eyes, "It has happened already, princess."

You inwardly smirked at the response she had for Dovey. She calls you her princess, but hearing the disdain in the word when it's directed at Dovey oddly fills you with joy, especially when you know how delicious it sounds when she means it every time she uses it for you.

"So, we'll just be going now-" Again, you tried before getting cut off.

"No!"

"No?" She was starting to frustrate you, and Lesso saw it.

"No. I cannot allow you to leave. Not with her."

"Clarissa, I am not asking. We are going, together."

"Oh for what? For some cheap fun? She'll tire of you in a few weeks time." You hoped to whatever creator that she didn't mean those words.

She had managed to set Lesso off, you could sense it without even looking at her. And at her words, her careless words, you stopped playing nice.

There was fury in her tone as Lesso stepped forward, "Princess, you-" You simply raised your hand to stop Lesso, her stopping right in her tracks at this move, this is your turn.

You could see genuine shock and confusion flash on Dovey's face when she saw how easily you handled your Leo.

"Dovey, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't? It's puppy love! What don't I know what I'm talking about?"

You were unsure of where this attitude of hers came from, and you didn't like it.

"Dovey, you don't get it. Anyone else would sacrifice me for the world, but Leo? She'd sacrifice the world for me. You do things for the greater good, but for her, there is no greater good if she doesn't have me. And I can only hope that one day, you find someone who will love you as strongly as we love each other."

Dovey scoffed, "Desire isn't everything." You knew that she had reason to be so defensive, but that didn't mean you cared what that reason was.

You bit back a smirk, "Maybe not. But the pure, fierce need, the way that nothing can stand in the way of us, there's nothing we wouldn't do for each other."

"Y/n, she wants to see the world burn!"

You stepped forward with a proud smirk, leaving just a few steps distance between you two, "Then I shall be by her side as she sets it aflame. I will relish in the heat of the embers if that means I get to be with her for all eternity."

"So, that's it? You choose evil?"

"No, I choose love. Wherever she may lead me is where I shall follow. And I'm not asking you to understand, I'm asking you to stay out of our way," Dovey stood astonished at your words while Lesso beamed with pride and love. "For your own good."

"You wouldn't do anything to me..."

"I might not," You opened your arms with nonchalance, "But I can't say the same for your Evil counterpart."

Lesso stepped forward once more to be by your side, "And I make no promises."

Dovey looked from the redhead to you, staying silent for a moment.

You both took this as a cue to leave, you knew you weren't waiting for permission anyway. Lesso had just turned around to continue on, and before you could, Dovey spoke again.

"What if it's a ruse? That she's using you for her own gain? You're making a mistake." She tried to get you to stay, but you weren't having it.

"Then that is my choice. This is solely your concern Dovey, not mine." You took a step back, "She would not do that. But, if your little delusion happens to play out, then it will be my turn to set fire to everything in my path."

Dovey was completely unrecognizable, "Who, who are you? It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"You've never known me. Not in any way that mattered."

Dovey stood in place, staring with a face you wouldn't have been able to recognize had you been paying attention to her.

But your attention was elsewhere, of course. Held by the one who held your heart. You had turned back to Lesso to see her already watching you, her proud look stayed unmoving on her features.

When you two were together, nothing else seemed to exist. Nothing else mattered but your love and your intertwined souls.

"Come, Dove. Let us set fire to the world." Lesso pulled you into a kiss, a kiss that held the passion between you two. A kiss that tells you no matter what happens, you two will be side by side.

You two continued on the venture, wherever it may have been. You still didn't care where you were going because you were with your love, hand-in-hand, hearts tied together. And you wouldn't have had it any other way.

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[sere-rine]

~Petty Fight~

Y/n and Lesso entered the dining hall to eat with the other professors for break. Y/n entered looking really mad because of how heavy her steps are, her arms are on her waist and her eyebrows are furrowed. While Lesso is looking not bothered of Y/n’s actions.  

Dovey: Why is Y/n mad?

Dovey asked Lesso who sits at the table opposite to where Y/n is supposed to be. Y/n went to the counter to get her and her girlfriend’s food. She was about to answer but Y/n beat her to it.

Y/n: She said she doesn’t love me!

Dovey: WHHHAAAAAT? You said that Lesso?

Lesso: *Sighs* I said, I wouldn’t murder someone for her.

Y/n: That’s exactly the same!

Dovey: Y/N! As an Ever, you should not wish for someone’s death!

Lesso: I don’t think she’s in the right school when you were still studying here.

Y/n: But she is a villain. That’s exactly how they show their love. Heroes will give you the whole world and villains will sacrifice the whole world for you.

Dovey: Sure Lesso is evil but not that evil I believe.

Lesso: *To Y/n.* Can’t you understand? Killing someone is too shallow for me to show my love because that is a pathetic thing to give as a punishment. What I can and would do for you is torture them. Killing makes it easier for people that will dare lay a hand on you. But torturing them will plant a lesson on their stupid little brain. I will torture the whole world for you my sweet princess.

Y/n: *Her eyes are shining and she’s smiling like and idiot.* Really?

Lesso: Yes, so stop being grouchy and immature, I want to eat!

Dovey: Why is this our topic? I can never understand this two.

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