#hort x oc

[knoepfl]

A Taste of Madness

Characters:

Hort

OC: Madeline “Maddie” Hatter (the Mad Hatter’s daughter)

Trigger Warnings: none.

Masterlist

Words: 832

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The cafeteria of the School for Good and Evil was always a chaotic place, filled with the sounds of clattering trays, boisterous laughter, and the occasional shout. Students from both the School for Good and the School for Evil mingled, each side eyeing the other with a mix of curiosity and rivalry.

Today, however, a different kind of chaos caught Hort's attention. He was lounging at his usual table with a few fellow Nevers when he spotted her—Maddie Hatter. She was stacking food on her plate in an impressive tower, completely oblivious to the curious glances from other students.

Maddie was unlike any other Ever. Her hair, a wild tangle of curls, was adorned with mismatched ribbons and a small top hat that tilted precariously to one side. She wore a colorful dress that seemed to defy the traditional Ever style—more whimsical than elegant, with layers of fabric that swirled around her as she moved.

“Look at that,” Hort murmured to his friends, nodding toward her. “Who does she think she is, an art installation?”

His friends laughed, but Hort couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way she piled food onto her plate with glee was mesmerizing; she carefully balanced a cupcake on top of a heaping portion of mashed potatoes, all while humming a catchy tune to herself.

“Maybe we should warn her about gravity,” one of his friends joked.

“No, no! Just look at her! She’s…different,” Hort said, his tone laced with intrigue. He felt a strange pull toward her—something that was both exhilarating and terrifying. This wasn’t just a crush; it was something deeper, something he couldn’t quite understand.

Deciding to abandon his usual shyness, he stood up and walked over to her table, heart pounding with every step. “Hey!” he called out, trying to sound casual. “You, uh, you’ve got quite the food tower there.”

Maddie turned, her bright green eyes lighting up as she looked at him. “It’s a feast for the mad and the hungry!” she declared, gesturing dramatically with her fork. “Care to join my banquet, traveler?”

Hort couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. “I’m not sure my stomach can handle your level of madness, but I’ll give it a shot.”

She smiled, her cheeks dimpled as she motioned for him to sit down. “I’m Maddie Hatter, daughter of the Mad Hatter. And you are?”

“Hort,” he replied, taking a seat across from her. “Just your average Never trying to survive in this wild world.”

Maddie tilted her head, her expression mischievous. “Oh, I don’t know about ‘average.’ You’ve got that wild look in your eye. Do you know what that means?”

“What’s that?” he asked, intrigued.

“It means you’re just as mad as I am!” She took a bite of her cupcake, a dollop of frosting smeared across her cheek. “And that’s a good thing!”

Hort felt a grin spread across his face. “I like the sound of that. Most people think madness is a bad thing, but I guess they just don’t know how to have fun.”

“You get it!” she exclaimed, her excitement infectious. “Most Evers are too busy trying to be perfect, and Nevers? Well, they can be pretty grim. But madness? Madness is freedom!”

He watched as she reached for a slice of pizza, but as she leaned over the table, she accidentally knocked her cupcake tower over. The stack wobbled dangerously before toppling to the side, frosting and food scattering everywhere.

Hort burst into laughter, unable to help himself. “Well, that’s one way to make a statement!”

Maddie’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer to him, her voice conspiratorial. “I’d say it’s an abstract expression of the chaotic nature of life. Or, you know, I just really wanted that pizza.”

“Definitely an abstract expression,” he teased, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest. “So, do you always create culinary masterpieces in the cafeteria?”

“Only on days that end with ‘y’,” she replied with a wink. “But if you want a real masterpiece, you should see what I can do with a teapot.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, leaning in with a playful smirk.

“Absolutely! Next time, I’ll bring my best teapot and we’ll see who can make the craziest creation!”

Their laughter filled the air, drawing curious glances from nearby tables. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. It felt good to connect with someone who embraced the madness of life just like he did.

As they shared more food and stories, Hort realized he was no longer just a part of the crowd. In Maddie’s presence, he felt seen—cherished even—and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel free.

“Here’s to madness and culinary disasters!” he toasted, raising an imaginary glass.

“To madness!” Maddie cheered, her laughter ringing like music.

The rest of the world faded away as they enjoyed their meal, and in that chaotic cafeteria, two souls found a little bit of magic in each other.

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed this whimsical meeting between Hort and Maddie! It was fun to explore their dynamic and the quirky atmosphere of The School for Good and Evil. If you have any other ideas or requests, feel free to share!

[stantheskeleman]

School for Good and Evil - Book 1 Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - The Art of Kidnapping

The first kidnappings happened two hundred years before. It was two boys taken, some years two girls, sometimes one of each. The ages were just as fickle; one would be sixteen, the other fourteen, or both just turned twelve. But if at first those choices seemed random, soon the pattern became clear. One was alway beautiful and good, the child every parent wanted as their own. The other was homely and off, an outcast from birth. An opposing pair, plucked from youth and spirited away.

Naturally the villagers blamed bears. No one had ever seen a bear in Gavaldon, but this made them more determined to find one. Four years later, when two more children vanished, the villagers admitted they should have been more specific and declared black bears the culprit, bears so black they blended with the night. But when children continued to disappear every four years, the village shifted their attention to burrowing bears, then phantom bears, then bears in disguise… until it became clear it wasn’t bears at all.

But while frantic villagers spawn new theories (the Sinkhole Theory, the Flying Cannibal Theory) the children of Gavaldon began to notice something suspicious. As they studied the dozens of missing posters tacked up in the square, the faces of these lost boys and girls looked oddly familiar. That’s when they opened up their storybooks and found the kidnapped children.

Jack, taken a hundred years before, hadn’t aged a bit. Here he was, painted with the same moppy hair, pinked dimples, and crooked smile that made him so popular with the girls of Gavaldon. Only now he had a beanstalk in his back garden and a weakness for magic beans. Meanwhile, Angus, the pointy-eared, freckled hooligan who had vanished with Jack that same year, had transformed into a pointy-eared, freckled giant at the top of Jack’s beanstalk. The two boys had found their way into a Fairy Tale, But when the children presented the Storybook Theory, the adults responded as adults most often do. They patted the children’s heads and returned to sinkholes and cannibals.

But then the children showed them more familiar faces. Taken fifty years before, sweet Anya now sat on moonlit rocks in a painting as the Little Mermaid, while cruel Estra had become the devious sea witch. Philip, the priest’s upright son, had grown into the Cunning Little Tailor, while pompous Gula spooked children as the Witch of the Wood. Scores of children, kidnapped in pairs, had found new lives in a storybook world. One as Good. One as Evil.

The books came from Mr. Deauville’s Storybook Shop, a musty nook between Battersby’s Bakery and the Pickled Pig Pub. The problem, of course, was where old Mr. Deauville got his storybooks.

Once a year, on a morning he could not predict, he would arrive at his shop to find a box of books waiting inside. Four brand-new fairy tales, one copy of each. Mr. Deauville would hang a sign on his shop door: “Closed Until Further Notice.” Then he’d huddle in his back room day after day, diligently copying the new tales by hand until he had enough books for every child in Gavaldon. As for the mysterious originals, they’d appear one morning in his shop window, a sign that Mr. Deauville had finished his exhausting task at last. He’d open his doors to a three-mile line that snaked through the square, down hillslopes, around the lake, jammed with children thirsting for new stories, and parents desperate to see if any of the missing had made it into this year’s tales.

Needless to say, the Council of Elders had plenty of questions for Mr. Deauville. When asked who sent the books, Mr. Deauville said he hadn’t the faintest idea. When asked how long the books had been appearing, Mr. Deauville said he couldn’t remember a time when the books did not appear. When asked whether he’d ever questioned this magical appearance of books, Mr. Deauville replied: “Where else would storybooks come from?”

Then the Elders noticed something else about Mr. Deauville’s storybooks. All the villages in them looked just like Gavaldon. The same lakeshore cottages and colorful eaves. The same purple and green tulips along thin dirt roads. The same crimson carriages, wood-front shops, yellow schoolhouse, and leaning clock tower, only drawn as fantasy in a land far, far away. These storybook villages existed for only one purpose: to begin a fairy tale and to end it. Everything between the beginning and end happened in the dark, endless woods that surrounded the town.

That’s when they noticed that Gavaldon too was surrounded by dark, endless woods.

Back when the children first started to disappear, villagers stormed the forest to find them, only to be repelled by storms, floods, cyclones, and falling trees. When they finally braved their way through, they found a town hiding beyond the trees and vengefully besieged it, only to discover it was their own. Indeed, no matter where the villagers entered the woods, they came out right where they started. The woods, it seemed, had no intention of returning their children. And one day they found out why.

Mr. Deauville had finished unpacking that year’s storybooks when he noticed a large smudge hiding in the box’s fold. He touched his finger to it and discovered the smudge was wet with ink. Looking closer, he saw it was a seal with an elaborate crest of a black swan and a white swan. On the crest were three letters:

S.G.E.

There was no need for him to guess what these letters meant. It said so in the banner beneath the crest. Small black words that told the village where its children had gone:

The School for Good and Evil

The kidnappings continued, but now the thief had a name.

They called him the School Master.

As soon as Sophie’s head vanished beneath the window, Agatha shoved the gingerbread hearts in her mouth. Only thing these will invite are rats, she thought, crumbs dribbling on her black clump shoes. She yawned and set, with her brother, on her way as the town clock inched past the quarter hour.

Upon leaving Sophie after their walk, Agatha and Malachi had started home only to have visions of Sophie darting into the woods to find this School for Fools and Crackpots and ending up gored by a boar. So the two siblings returned to Sophie’s garden and waited behind a tree, listening as Sophie undid her window (singing a birdbrained song about princes), packed her bags (now singing about wedding bells), put on makeup and her finest dress (“Everybody Loves a Princess in Pink!”), and finally (finally!) tucked herself into bed. Agatha mashed the last crumbs with her clump and trudged her brother towards the cemetery. Sophie was safe and would wake up tomorrow feeling like a fool. Agatha wouldn’t rub it in. Sophie would need her even more now and she would be there for her. Here in this safe, secluded world, the three of them would make their own paradise.

As they tramped up the slope, they noticed an arc of darkness in the forest’s torch-lit border. Apparently the guards responsible for the cemetery had decided what lived inside wasn’t worth protecting. For as long as they could remember, Agatha had had a talent for making people go away. Kids fled from her like a vampire bat. Adults clung to walls as she passed, afraid she might curse them. Even the grave keepers on the hill bolted at the sight of her. With each new year, the whispers in town grew louder—“witch,” “villain,” “Evil School”—until they looked for excuses not to go out. First days, then weeks, until they haunted her graveyard house like a ghost.

There were plenty of ways to entertain themselves at first. She wrote poems (“It’s a Miserable Life” and “Heaven Is a Cemetery” were her best), he drew portraits of Reaper that frightened mice more than the real cat did, and they even tried their hand at a book of fairy tales, Grimly Ever After, about beautiful children who die horrible deaths. But the only one they had to show these things to, was each other, until the day Sophie knocked

Reaper licked Agatha’s ankles as the adopted siblings stepped onto their squeaking porch. They heard singing inside—

“In the forest primeval a School for Good and Evil . . .”

Agatha rolled her eyes and pushed open the door.

Their mother, back turned, sang cheerily as she packed a trunk with black capes, broomsticks, and pointy black witch’s hats.

“Two towers like twin heads, One for the pure, One for the wicked. Try to escape you’ll always fail. The only way out is through a fairy tale . . .”

“Planning an exotic vacation?” Agatha said. “Last time I checked, there’s no way out of Gavaldon unless you grow wings.”

Callis turned. “Do you think three capes is enough?” she asked, bug eyes bulging, hair a greasy black helmet.

Agatha winced at just how much they looked alike. “They’re exactly the same,” she muttered. “Why do you need three?”

“In case you need to lend one to a friend, dear.”

“These are for her?” Malachi winced.

“I put two hats in case one gets squashed, a broomstick in case theirs smells, and a few vials of dog tongues, lizard legs, and frog toes. Who knows how long theirs have been sitting there!”

Agatha knew the answer but asked anyway. “Mother, what do I need capes, hats, and frog toes for?”

“For New Witch Welcoming, of course!” Callis trilled. “You don’t want to get to the School for Evil and look like an amateur.”

Agatha kicked off her clumps. “Let’s put aside the fact the town doctor believes all this. Why is it so hard to accept I’m happy here? I have everything I need. My bed, my cat, my brother, and my friend.” Malachi got himself ready for bed, content to be ignored in a conversation such as this.

“Well, you should learn from your friend, dear. At least she wants something from life,” Callis said, latching the trunk. “Really, Agatha, what could be a greater destiny than a Fairy Tale Witch? I dreamed of going to the School for Evil! Instead, the School Master took that idiot Sven, who ended up outwitted by a princess in The Useless Ogre and set on fire. I’m not surprised. That boy could barely lace his own boots. I’m sure if the School Master could have done it over, he’d have taken me.”

Agatha slid under her covers. “Well, everyone in this town still thinks you’re a witch, so you got your wish after all.”

Callis whipped around. “My wish is that you get away from here,” she hissed, eyes dark as coal. “This place has made you weak and lazy and afraid. At least I made something of myself here. You just waste and rot until Sophie comes to walk you like a dog.”

Agatha stared at her, stunned.

Callis smiled brightly and resumed packing. “But do take care of your friend, dear. The School for Good might seem like a festoon of roses, but she’s in for a surprise. Now go to bed. The School Master will be here soon and it’s easier for him if you’re asleep.”

Agatha pulled the sheets over her head.

Malachi and Agatha lurched from their beds, jolted from nightmares. Callis snored loudly across the room, Reaper at her side. Between both bed’s sat her locked trunk, marked “Agatha of Gavaldon, 1 Graves Hill Road” in scraggy writing, along with a pouch of honey cakes for the journey.

Chomping cake, Agatha gazed through a cracked window. Down the hill, the torches blazed in a tight circle, but here on Graves Hill, there was just one burly guard left, arms as big as either’s whole body, legs like chicken drumsticks. He kept himself awake by lifting a broken headstone like a barbell.

Agatha bit into the last honey cake and they both looked out at the dark forest.

Shiny blue eyes looked back at them.

Agatha choked and dove to her bed. She slowly lifted her head. Nothing there. Including the guard.

She stared after her brother, who had already found him, following his gaze she saw him, unconscious over the broken headstone, torch extinguished.

Creeping away from him was a bony, hunchbacked human shadow. No body attached.

The shadow floated across the sea of graves without the slightest sign of hurry. It slid under the cemetery gates and skulked down the hill towards the firelit center of Gavaldon.

Agatha felt horror strangle her heart. He was real. Whoever he was.

And he doesn’t want us.

Relief crashed over her, followed by a fresh wave of panic.

Sophie.

They should wake their mother, cry for help, they should- No time.

Feigning sleep, Callis heard her children’s urgent footsteps, then the door closed. She hugged Reaper tighter to make sure he didn’t wake up.

Sophie crouched behind a tree, waiting for the School Master to snatch her.

She waited. And waited. Then she noticed something in the ground.

Cookie crumbs, mashed into a footprint. The footprint of a clump so odious, so foul it could only belong to one person. Sophie’s fists curled, her blood boiled—

Hands covered her mouth and a foot booted her through her window. Sophie crashed head first onto her bed and whirled around to see Agatha. “You pathetic, interfering worm!” she screamed, before glimpsing the fear in the brother’s face. “You saw him!” Sophie gasped—

Agatha put one hand over Sophie’s mouth and pinned her to the mattress with the other. As Sophie writhed in protest, Malachi peeped through the window. The crooked shadow drifted into the Gavaldon square, past the oblivious armed guard, and headed directly for Sophie’s house. Agatha swallowed a scream. Sophie wrenched free and grabbed her shoulders.

“Is he handsome? Like a prince? Or a proper schoolmaster with spectacles and waistcoat and—”

THUMP!

Sophie and Agatha slowly turned to the door.

THUMP! THUMP!

Sophie wrinkled her nose. “He could just knock, couldn’t he?”

Locks cracked. Hinges rattled.

Agatha shrank against the wall, while Sophie folded her hands and fluffed her dress as if expecting a royal visit. “Best give him what he wants without fuss.”

As the door caved, the siblings leapt off the bed and threw themselves against it. Sophie rolled her eyes. “Oh, sit down for goodness’ sake.” Agatha pulled at the knob with all her might, lost her grip—the door slammed open with a deafening crack, hurling her across the room, and her brother into the wall behind.

It was Sophie’s father, white as a sheet. “I saw something!” he panted, waving his torch.

Then Agatha caught the crooked shadow on the wall stepping into his broad silhouette. “There!” she cried. Stefan swiveled but the shadow blew out his torch. Agatha grabbed a match from her pocket and lit it. Stefan lay on the ground unconscious. Sophie was gone.

Screams outside.

Through the window, Agatha watched shouting villagers chase after Sophie as the shadow dragged her towards the woods. And while more and more villagers howled and chased—

Sophie smiled ear to ear.

Agatha & Malachi lunged through the window and ran after her. But just as the villagers reached Sophie, their torches magically exploded and trapped them in rings of fire. They both dodged the gauntlet of firetraps and dashed to save their friend before the shadow pulled her into the forest.

Sophie felt her body leave soft grass and rake against stony dirt. She frowned at the thought of showing up to school in a soiled dress. “I really thought there’d be footmen,” she said to the shadow. “Or a pumpkin carriage, at least.”

Agatha ran ferociously, but Sophie had almost disappeared into the trees. All around, flames spewed higher and higher, poised to devour the entire village.

Seeing the fires leap, Sophie felt relief knowing no one could rescue her now. But where is the second child? Where is the one for Evil? She’d been wrong about Agatha all along. As she felt herself pulled into trees, Sophie looked back at the towering blaze and kissed goodbye to the curse of ordinary life.

“Farewell, Gavaldon! Farewell, low ambition! Farewell, mediocrity—”

Then she saw Agatha and Malachi charge through the flames.

“No!” Sophie cried.

Agatha leapt on top of her, while her brother grabbed Sophie’s legs, and all three were dragged into the darkness

Instantly, the fires around the villagers were extinguished. They dashed for the woods, but the trees magically grew thick and thorny, locking them out.

It was too late.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!” roared Sophie, shoving and scratching Agatha as the shadow pulled them into pitch-black forest. Agatha thrashed wildly, trying to wrest the shadow’s grip on Sophie and Sophie’s grip on the shadow. “YOU’RE RUINING EVERYTHING!” Sophie howled. Agatha bit her hand. “EEEEEYIIII!!!!” Sophie brayed and flipped her body so Agatha and Malachi scraped against dirt. Agatha flipped Sophie back and climbed towards the shadow, her clump squashing Sophie’s face.

“Agatha, wait! You’re hurting her!”

“WHEN MY HANDS FIND YOUR NECK—”

They felt themselves leave the ground.

As something spindly and cold wrapped its way around them, Agatha fumbled for a match from her dress, struck it against her bony wrist, and paled. The shadow was gone. They were cocooned in the creepers of an elm, which ferried them up the enormous tree and plopped them on the lowest branch. Both girls glared at each other and tried to catch enough breath to speak. Agatha managed it first.

“We are going home right now.”

The branch wobbled, coiled back like a sling, and shot them up like bullets. Before any could scream, they landed on another branch. Agatha flailed for a new match, but the branch coiled and snapped them up to the next bough, which bounced them up to the next. “HOW TALL IS THIS TREE!” Agatha shrieked. Ping-ponging up branches, the threes’ bodies collided and crashed, dresses and trousers tearing on thorns and twigs, faces slamming into ricocheting limbs, until finally they reached the highest bough.

There at the top of the elm tree sat a giant black egg. The three of them gaped at it, baffled. The egg tore open, splashing them with dark, yolky goo as a colossal bird emerged, made only of bones. It took one look at the three and unleashed an angry screech that rattled their eardrums. Then it grabbed the girls in its claws and the boy in its beak and dove off the tree as they screamed, finally agreeing on something. The bony bird lashed through black woods as Agatha frantically lit match after match on the bird’s ribs, giving them catches of glinting red eyes and bristling shadows. All around, gangly trees snatched at the triad as the bird dipped and climbed to avoid them, until thunder exploded ahead and they smashed headfirst into a raging lightning storm. Fire bolts sent trees careening towards them and they shielded their faces from rain, mud, and timber, ducked cobwebs, beehives, and vipers, until the bird plunged into deadly briars and the three blanched, closing their eyes to the pain—

Then it was quiet.

“Agatha . . .”

Agatha opened her eyes to rays of sun. She looked down and gasped.

“It’s real.”

Far beneath them, two soaring castles sprawled across the forest. One castle glittered in sun mist, with pink and blue glass turrets over a sparkling lake. The other loomed, blackened and jagged, sharp spires ripping through thunderclouds like the teeth of a monster.

The School for Good and Evil.

The bony bird drifted over the Towers of Good and loosened Sophie from its claws. Agatha clutched her friend in horror, but then saw Sophie’s face, glowing with happiness.

“Aggie, Kai, I’m a princess.”

But the bird dropped Agatha and her brother instead.

Stunned, Sophie watched the both of them plummet into pink cotton-candy mist. “Wait—no—”

The bird swooped savagely towards the Towers of Evil, its jaws reaching up for new prey.

“No! I’m Good! It’s the wrong one!” Sophie screamed—

And without a beat, she was dropped into hellish darkness.

Chapter 2 finished :) - i really hope this is liked

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keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

harry potter

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the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas

yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez

star trek (tos/aos)

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xmen

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[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

So you're taking requests, huh? Could I ask for a Lady Lesso x Reader fic with a "secret" relationship? 😗 Something along the lines of Lesso having a whole damn family (like a wife and a kid or two) but no one at the school knows, maybe because they've never actually seen R. And then one day R comes to the school in search of her wife (for whatever reason, you decide) and basically everyone finds out and the students and other teachers are like "Lesso has a wife???". I've been exhausted lately and I could use some fluff and fun. ☺️

I thank you in advance and I hope you have a wonderful day! ✨️

Nemmy

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes!

> content/warnings: pregnant R, shocking revelations, L finding fun in D's suffering

> a/n: this was adorable to write! i finally got to debut my OC, which is Millie/Millicent! 🥹 tysm for requesting!

To my Ever,

How has your month been? Has it been miserable since I left? Thought so. I wrote this letter for you to know I am not dead... yet. But I know Dovey is planning something. I don't hold it against her, I am a Never after all. Bringing and causing trouble is what we do. I deeply miss you, the corridors of the good side has never been empty. Your eyes are the only ones that make the Good side worth to step on. How are the little Never-evers? Tell me if Milicent has been causing any trouble, I would gladly send a flying lizard in her dreams. But what about the bun? Have they kicked yet? Do write to me whenever they do. I would love not to miss it, but the children here would not last a day without me. Yesterday, Hort tripped on a root in the Blue Forest and got himself bitten on every part of his body by the roses. What an idiot. That's all I can give you over letter, I'm counting the days I get to be with you and the little devils soon. I love you.

- Your Never

“Write to you huh?” You smirked and caressed your bump whilst Milicent laid on your lap. Brushing Milicent's hair from her face, you pinched the girl's cheek. “How about we take a little trip to Nemmy?”

As soon as you mentioned Leonora's name to your child, Milicent dropped to sit down on the floor and stared at you excitingly. “We're going to see Nemmy? Me wikey!”

You gave your eldest a chuckle. “You wikey, huh? Then go on, pack your things!” With that, Milicent ran off to her room.

Smiling to yourself, you gazed at the portrait of you and Leonora on your wedding day. “I miss you, my Never.”

---

“I swear! Lesso, you always do this!” Dovey stomped in front of Lesso and plopped down on the chair.

Rolling her eyes, Lesso scoffed and massaged her temples. “What have I done now, princess?” Dovey was driving her mad. Leonora knows she didn't do anything, yet here was her counterpart scolding her.

Dovey grumbled and sat up straight. Waving her hands, Dovey conjured a piece of paper and flicked it on Lesso's desk. “Were you ever going to tell me that you have a daughter?”

Lesso's eyes widened as she listened to Dovey and read the contents of the paper at the same time. Written on the paper was- ‘Can't wait to see you Nemmy! Love, Millie.’

Breathing heavily, Lesso closed her eyes and folded the paper in half, hiding it at a cabinet in her desk. “You–” Lesso pointed a finger to Dovey's direction. “will not speak of this. To anyone. Understand?”

Eyes widening, Dovey gulped and nodded frantically. Dovey has had her moments wherein Lesso has been vile, evil, and unmerciful. But the Lesso in front of her was different. Dovey noticed the passion fueled by love behind Lesso's eyes. Relaxing slightly, Dovey fiddled with her thumbs and leaned forward. “So– a family huh?”

Sighing and leaning back her chair, Lesso nodded and conjured a photo frame. “Yes. Millicent is five years, turning six next month. The bun is due for another two months.” She explained to her counterpart. Lesso found something to laugh about as she watched Dovey panicking.

Stretching her fingers and blowing her baby hairs, Dovey took it upon herself to not look into Lesso's eyes. “May I ask, who?”

Lesso raised her eyebrow at Dovey, making the Ever restate her question. “Who's the lucky Never?”

Dovey winced at her words and watched as Lesso's face went through different emotions the past minute before it settled into a mocking smile. “Oh no, you've got it all wrong, Clarissa.” Lesso smirked at Dovey, knowing that her revelation will shock the Dean of Good. “Y/N is an Ever.”

Dovey gasped and choked on thin air at Lesso's words. Y/N... THE Y/N?! “You–” Dovey pointed her index finger at Lesso. “married Y/N? THE Y/N?!”

Lesso shrugged and gave Dovey a victorious look. “Well.”

---

Lunch came and Dovey found herself staring at Lesso and avoiding the Dean of Evil's eyes when Lesso shot her a look of annoyance. It wasn't that Dovey was... well surprised. She's more shocked than surprised. What she means is, Y/N of The Isle married someone like Lesso? The scariest person in their school.

Dovey continued to stare at Lesso, but her attention was gotten by a knocking on the door. Standing up, Dovey frowned when the fairies flew in one line. “The fairies never behaved like this before, Clarissa. What is happening?” Anemone, the one standing beside Dovey, asked the Dean.

But before Dovey could reply, a small child came barreling down the hall and ran towards Lesso.

“Nemmy! Nemmy!”

Every Ever and Never who had food in their mouths choked whilst the others had their jaws dropping as they saw the Dean of Evil stand up and meet the child halfway.

“Why hello there, sweet child.” Lesso knelt down and embraced the child whilst caressing her hair.

“Nemmy... I missed you! Did you see my wetter?” Millicent played with her mother's tie and looked up innocently.

Lesso hummed and nodded. “I did. Now where is your mother?”

Just as Millicent was about to answer, the fairies made way to the tired Ever. “Right here, m'love.”

Leaving Millicent a kiss on the forehead, Lesso motioned the child to run towards Dovey and Anemone as she waltz towards her wife. As you were arms length away, Lesso took your hand and dragged you towards her and locked you in an embrace. “How has my wife been?”

Not believing her eyes earlier, Anemone trusted her ears and gasped as she heard Lesso's question towards you. Leaning towards Dovey, she asked. “Lesso... has a wife?”

Millicent grinned up at Anemone and answered while holding up two fingers. “And a kid too!”

[xenascafe]

happy national couples day to hort x sophie and my oc x hort

[katestrophic]

Couldn't decide which one of my OC ships so you all can have both. Here's Sakura x Riku from Kingdom Hearts and Cadence x Hort from The School for Good and Evil.

A picrew for you! Make you/your OC x Your fave!

Here's Jin and I! 🥰

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[stantheskeleman]

School for Good and Evil - Book 1 Fanfiction

Chapter 1 - The Princess & the Witch

Sophie’s best friends lived in a cemetery. Given her loathing of things grim, gray, and poorly lit, one would expect Sophie to host visits at her cottage or find new best friends. But instead, she had climbed to the house atop Graves Hill every day this week, careful to maintain a smile on her face, since that was the point of a good deed after all.

To get there, she had to walk nearly a mile from the bright lakeside cottages, with green eaves and sun-drenched turrets, towards the gloomy edges of the forest. Sounds of hammering echoed through cottage lanes as she passed fathers boarding up doors, mother stuffing scarecrows, boys and girls hunched on porches, noses buried in storybooks. The last sight wasn’t unusual, for children in Gavaldon did little besides read their Fairy Tales. But today Sophie notices their eyes, wild, frenzied, scouring each page as if their lives depended on it. Four years ago, she had seen the same separation to avoid the curse, but it wasn’t her turn then. The School Master took only those past their twelfth year, those who could no longer disguise as children.

“You should get up, Agatha. Sophie’s almost here already.” Malachi said, opening up the curtains to her room.

“How do you always know? I never see you look.” Agatha said, craning her neck to look out her window, scoffing when she saw her brother was right… again.

“I don’t know, I just.. Follow my instincts, I guess. Radley’s gonna bother her again. The boy practically stalks her.”

“Where you going?”

Sophie turned. Radley smiled at her with buck teeth and anemically red hair. He lived nowhere near Graves Hill.

“To see friends,” said Sophie.

“Why are you friends with the witch?” said Radley.

“She’s not a witch. And neither is her brother.”

“She has no friends and she’s queer. That makes her a witch.”

Sophie refrained from pointing out this made Radley a witch too. Instead she smiled to remind him she’d already done her good deed by enduring his presence.

“The School Master will take her for the Evil School,” he said. “Then you’ll need a new friend.”

“He takes two children, and besides, I’ll still have Malachi,” Sophie said, jaw tightening.

“He’ll take Belle for the other one. No one’s as good as Belle.”

Sophie’s smile evaporated

“But I’ll be your new friend,” Said Radley.

“I’m full on friends at the moment,” Sophie snapped.

Sophie pulled open the rusted cemetery gates and felt weeds scratch at her legs. Across the hilltop, moldy headstones forked haphazardly from dunes of dead leaves. Squeezing between dark tombs and decaying branches, Sophie kept careful count of the rows. She had never looked at her mother’s grave, even at the funeral, and she wouldn’t start today. As she passed the sixth row, she glued her eyes to a weeping birch and reminded herself where she’d be a day from now.

In the middle of the thickest batch of tombs stood 1 Graves Hill. The house wasn’t boarded up or bolted shut like the cottages by the lake, but that didn’t make it any more inviting. The steps leading up the porch glowed mildew green. Dead birches and vines wormed their way around dark wood, and the sharply angled roof, black and thin, loomed like a witch’s hat.

As she climbed the moaning porch steps, Sophie tried to ignore the smell, a mix of garlic and wet cat, and averted her eyes from the headless birds sprinkled around, no doubt the victims of the latter.

of the latter.

She knocked on the door and prepared for a fight.

“Go away,” came the gruff voice.

“That’s no way to speak to your best friend,” Sophie cooed.

“You’re not my best friend.”

Who is, then?” Sophie asked, wondering if Belle had somehow made her way to Graves Hill.

“Malachi.”

“I’m your brother, you know I don’t count.”

Sophie took a deep breath. She didn’t want another Radley incident. “We had such a good day yesterday, Agatha. I thought we’d do it again.”

“You dyed my hair orange.”

“But she fixed it, didn’t she?”

You always test your creams and potions on me just to see how they work.”

“Isn’t that what friends are for?” Sophie said. “To help each other?”

“I’ll never be as pretty as you.”

Sophie tried to find something nice to say. She took too long and heard shoes stomp away.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends!” Sophie called

“Come one Soph, you need to try a bit harder today, she’s in a mood.”

A familiar cat, bald and wrinkled, growled at her across the porch. She whipped back to the door. “I brought biscuits!”

Shoesteps stopped. “Real ones or ones you made?”

Sophie shrank from the slinking cat. “Fluffy and buttery, just like you love!”

“Oh c'mon Agatha, can’t we just let her in.”

The cat hissed.

“Agatha, let me in-”

“You’ll say I smell.”

“You don’t smell.” Malachi said

“Then why’d she say it last time?”

“Because you smelled last time! Agatha, the cat’s spitting-”

“Maybe it smells ulterior motives.”

The cat bared claws.

“Agatha, open the door!”

It pounced at her face. Sophie screamed. A hand stabbed between them and swatted the cat down.

Sophie looked up.

“Reaper ran out of birds,” said Agatha

Her hideous dome of black hair looked like it was coated in oil. Her hulking black dress, shapeless as a potato sack, couldn't hide her freakishly pale skin and jutting bones. Ladybug eyes bulged from her sunken face.

Her brother, Malachi, stood next to her, hair brown as the dead trees on Graves Hill, soft and curled. His dark green flowy top paired with black breeches. Matching his sister with skin so pale you’d otherwise think they were twins. And beautiful green eyes- almost as nice as Sophie’s, she’d say, if only they weren’t on a boy.

“I thought we’d go for a walk,” Sophie said.

Agatha leaned against the door.  “I’m still trying to figure out why you’re friends with me.”

“Because you’re so sweet and funny,” said Sophie.

“My mother says I’m bitter and grumpy,” said Agatha. “So one of you is lying.”

“Hey! I think you’re sweet,” Malachi patted her on the arm in disapproval.

She reached into Sophie’s basket and pulled back the napkin to reveal dry butterless bran biscuits. They both gave Sophie a withering stare and retreated into the house.

“So we can’t take a walk?” Sophie asked

“Nope!” Malachi responded, shaking his head.

Agatha started to close the door but then saw her crestfallen face. As if Sophie had looked forward to their walk as much as she had.

“A short one.” Agatha trudged past her. “But if you say anything smug or stuck-up or shallow, I’ll have Reaper follow you home.”

Sophie ran after her. “But then I can’t talk!”

“I think that’s the point Sophie,” Malachi snickered as he walked with Agatha.

“Mal!”

After four years, the dreaded eleventh night of the eleventh month had arrived. In the late-day sun, the square had become a hive of preparation for the School Masters arrival. The men sharpened swords, set traps, and plotted the night’s guard, while the women lined up the children and went to work. Handsome ones had their hair lopped off, teeth blackened, and clothes shredded to rags; homely ones were scrubbed, swathed in bright colors, and fitted with veils. Mothers begged the best-behaved children to curse or kick their sisters, the worst were bribed to pray in church while the rest in line were led in choruses of the village anthem: “Blessed Are the Ordinary.”

Fear swelled into a contagious fog. In a dim alley, the butcher and blacksmith traded storybooks for clues to save their sons. Beneath the crooked clock tower, two sisters listed Fairy Tale name Villain names to hunt for patterns. A group of boys chained their bodies together, a few girls hid on the school roof, and a masked child jumped from bushes to spook his mother, earning a spanking on the spot. Even the homeless hag got into the act, hopping before a meager fire, croaking “Burn the storybooks! Burn them all!” But no one listened and no books were burned.

Agatha gawped at all this in disbelief. “How can a whole town believe in Fairy Tales?”

“Because they’re real.”

Agatha stopped walking. “You can’t actually believe the legend is true.”

“Of course I do,” said Sophie

“That a School Master kidnaps two children, takes them to a school where one learns Good, one learns Evil, and they graduate into Fairy Tales?”

“Sounds about right.”

“Tell me if you see an oven.”

“Why?”

“I want to put my head in it. And what, do they teach at this school exactly?”

“Well, in the School for Good, they teach boys and girls like me how to become heroes and princesses, how to rule kingdoms justly, how to find Happily Ever After,” Sophie said. “In the School for Evil, they teach you how to become wicked witches and humpbacked trolls, how to lay curses and cast evil spells.”

“Evil spells?” Agatha cackled. “Who came up with this? A four-year old?”

“I don’t know Agatha, it sounds kinda fun, I bet they could teach me how to turn into a lizard!” Malachi said.

“Agatha, the proof’s in the storybooks! You can see the missing children in the drawings! Jack, Rose, Rapunzel- they all got their own tales-”

“I don’t see anything, because I don’t read dumb storybooks.”

“Then why is there a stack by your bed?” Malachi asked.

Agatha scowled. “Look, who’s to say the books are even real? Maybe it’s the bookseller’s prank. Maybe it’s the Elders’ way to keep children out of the woods. Whatever the explanation, it isn’t a School Master and it isn’t evil spells.”

“So who’s kidnapping the children?” Sophie responded.

“No one. Every four years, two idiots sneak into the woods, hoping to scare their parents, only to get lost or eaten by wolves, and there you have it, the legend continues.”

“That’s the stupidest explanation I’ve ever heard.”

“I don’t think I’m the stupid one here,” Agatha said.

There was something about being called stupid that set Sophie’s blood aflame.

“You’re just scared,” she said.

“Right,” Agatha laughed. “And why would I be scared?”

“Because you know you’re coming with me.”

Malachi glared at Sophie when Agatha stopped laughing. Then her gaze moved past Sophie into the square. The villagers were staring at them like the solution to a mystery. Good in pink, Evil in black. The School Master’s perfect pair.

Frozen still, Agatha watched dozens of scared eyes bore into her. Her first thought was that after tomorrow she and Sophie could take their walks in peace. Next to her, Malachi looked on seeing the villagers glaze over his face, like they did every other time, like he wasn’t even there. His first thought was how nice it is to have at least two people who know him. Next to him, Sophie watched children memorize her face in case it appeared in their storybooks one day. Her first thought was whether they looked at Belle the same way.

Then, through the crowd, she saw her.

Head shaved, dress filthy, Belle kneeled in dirt, frantically muddying her own face. Sophie drew a breath. For Belle was just like the others. She wanted a mundane marriage to a man who would grow fay, lazy, and demanding. She wanted monotonous days of cooking, cleaning, sewing. She wanted to shovel dung and milk sheep and slaughter squealing pigs. She wanted to rot in Gavaldon until her skin was liver-spotted and her teeth fell out. The School Master would never take Belle because Belle wasn’t a princess. She was… nothing.

Victorious, Sophie beamed bat at the pathetic villagers and basked in their stares like shiny mirror-

“Let’s go,” said Agatha.

Sophie turned. Agatha’s eyes were locked on the mob.

“Where?”

“Away from people.” He whispered.

As the sun weakened to a red orb, two girls, one beautiful, one ugly and one boy, somewhere in between sat in a row on the shore of a lake. Sophie enlisted Malachi to help her pack cucumbers in a silk pouch, while Agatha flicked lit matches into the water. After the tenth match, Sophie threw her a look.

“It relaxes her,” Malachi said, barely looking up.

Sophie tried to make room for the last cucumber. “Why would someone like Belle want to stay here?” Who would choose this over a Fairy Tale?”

“And who would choose to leave their family forever?” Agatha snorted.

“Except me, you mean,”said Sophie.

They fell silent.

“Do you ever wonder where your father went?” Sophie asked.

“I told you. He left after I was born.”

“But where would he go? We’re surrounded by woods! To suddenly disappear like that…” Sophie spun. “Maybe he found a way into the stories! Maybe he found a magic portal! Maybe he’s waiting for you on the other side.”

“Sophie just stop,” Malachi whispered over her shoulder.

“Or maybe he went back to his wife, pretended I never happened, and died ten years ago in a mill accident.”

Sophie bit her lip and went back to cucumbers.

“I tried to tell you Soph.”

“Your mother’s never at home when I visit.”

“She goes into town now,” said Malachi.

“Not enough patients at the house. Probably the location,” continued Agatha.

“I’m sure that’s it,” Sophie said, knowing no one would trust their mother to treat diaper rash, let alone illness. “I don’t think a graveyard makes people all that comfortable.”

“Graveyards have their benefits,” Malachi said.

“Oh yeah, no nosy neighbors. No drop-in salesmen. No fist ‘friends’ bearing face masks and diet cookies, telling you you’re going to an Evil School in Magic Fairy Land.” Agatha flicked a match with relish.

Sophie put down her cucumber. “So I’m fishy now.”

“Who asked you to show up? We were perfectly fine alone.”

“You always let me in.”

“Because you always seem so lonely,” said Agatha. “And I feel sorry for you.”

“Sorry for me?” Sophie’s eyes flashed. “You’re lucky that someone would come see you when no one else will. You’re lucky that someone like me would be your friend. You’re lucky that someone like me is such a good person.”

“I knew it!” Agatha flared. “I’m your good deed! Just a pawn in your stupid fantasy!”

“Come on Sophie, that's not true, right?” Malachi asked.

Sophie didn’t say anything for a long time.

“Maybe I became your friend to impress the School Master,” she confessed finally. “But there’s more to it now.”

“Because I found you out,” Agatha grumbled.

“Because I like you two.”

Agatha turned to her.

“No one understands me here,” Sophie said, looking at her hands. “But you two do. You see who I am. That’s why I kept coming back. You’re not my good deed anymore.”

Sophie gazed up at her. “You’re my friends.”

Agatha’s neck flushed red. Malachi smiled at them both.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie frowned.

Agatha hunched into her dress. “It’s just, um… I-I’m, uh… not used to friends.”

Sophie smiled and took her hand. “Well, now we’ll be friends at our new school.”

Agatha groaned and pulled away. “Say I sink to your intelligence level and pretend to believe all this. Why am I going to villain school? What has everyone elected me as the mistress of Evil?”

“And what about me? Where will I go without you two?”

“No one says you’re evil, Agatha,” Sophie sighed “You two are just different.”

Agatha borrowed her eyes. “Different how?”

“Well, for starters, you only wear black,” Sophie started.

“Because it doesn’t get dirty,” He said

“Neither of you ever leave your house.”

“People don’t look at me there,” She said

“For the Creat-a-Tale Competition, your story ended with Snow White eaten by vultures and Cinderella drawing herself in a tub.”

“I thought it was a better ending.”

“You gave me a dead frog for my birthday!”

“To remind you we all die and end up rotting underground, eaten by maggots so we should enjoy our birthdays while we have them. I found it thoughtful.”

“You didn’t like Mr. Jumpers?”

“Agatha, you dressed as a bride for Halloween.”

“Weddings are scary!”

Sophie gaped at her.

“I agree there,” Malachi gave them both a pointed look and smiled.

“Fine. So we’re a little different,” Agatha glared. “So what?”

Sophie hesitated. “Well, it’s just that in Fairy Tales, different usually turns out, um…Evil,”

“You’re saying I’m going to turn out a Grand Witch,” said Agatha, hurt.

“I’m saying whatever happens, you’ll have a choice,” Sophie said gently. “All three of us will choose how our Fairy Tale ends.”

Agatha said nothing for a while. Then she touched Sophie’s hand. “Why is it you want to leave here so badly? That you’d believe in stories you know aren't true.”

Sophie met Agatha’s big, sincere eyes. For the first time, she let in the tides of doubt.

“Because I can’t live here,” Sophie said, voice catching. “I can’t live an ordinary life.”

“Funny,” said Agatha. “That’s why I like you two.”

Sophie smiled “Because you can’t either?”

“Because you make me feel ordinary,” Agatha said. “And that’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

The tenor-tolled clock sang darkly in the valley, six or seven, for they had lost track of time. And as the echoes faded into the buzz of the distant square, three wishes were made. That one day from now, they’d still be in the company of one another.

Wherever that was.

That's Chapter 1! hope everyone likes it.

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[stantheskeleman]

School for Good and Evil - Book 1 Fanfiction

Chapter 4 - The Witch of Room 51

Though the princesses of Purity were all bunked in threes, Agatha ended up with her own room.

A pink glass staircase connected all five floors of Purity Tower, spiraling in a carved replica of Rapunzel’s endless hair. The door to Agatha’s fifth-floor room had a glittery sign covered in hearts: “Welcome Reena of Pasha Dunes, Millicent of Maidenvale, Agatha of Gavaldon!” But Reena and Millicent didn’t stay long. Reena, blessed with luscious Arabian skin and brilliant gray eyes, labored to move her enormous trunk into the room, only to find Agatha and move it right back out. “She just looks so evil,” Agatha heard her sob. “I don’t want to die!” (“Move in with me,” she heard Beatrix say. “The fairies will understand.”) And indeed, the fairies did understand. And they understood when red-haired Millicent, with an upturned nose and thin eyebrows, feigned a fear of heights and demanded a room on a lower floor. And so Agatha was alone, which made her feel right at home.

The room, however, made her feel anxious. Massive, jeweled mirrors glared back from pink walls. Elaborate murals flaunted beautiful princesses kissing dashing princes. Arching over each bed was a white silk canopy, shaped like a royal carriage, and a glorious fresco of clouds blanketed the ceiling tiles, with smiling cupids shooting love arrows from puffy perches. Agatha moved as far as she could from all of it and crouched in the window nook, black dress bunched against a pink wall.

Through the window, she could see the sparkling lake around the Good Towers turn into sludgy moat midway across to protect the Evil ones. “Halfway Bay,” the girls had called it. Deep in the fog, the thin stone bridge reached across the waters to connect the two schools. But this was all in front of the two castles. What was behind them?

Curious, Agatha climbed onto the window ledge, clinging to a glass beam. She glanced down at the Charity Tower below, reaching up with its sharp pink spire—one wrong move and she’d be skewered like lamb meat. Agatha tiptoed to the side of the ledge, craned her head around the corner, and almost fell from surprise. Behind the School for Good and Evil was a massive blue forest. Trees, bushes, flowers bloomed in every shade of blue, from iceberg to indigo. The lush blue grove unfolded for quite a distance, connecting the yards of both schools, before it was fenced on all sides by tall gold gates. Beyond the gates, the forest returned to green and stretched into dark oblivion.

As Agatha slid back, she saw something in front of the school, rising from Halfway Bay. It was right at the midpoint, where waters balanced between sludge and sparkle. She could barely see it through the fog . . . a tall, thin tower of glinting silver brick. Fairies buzzed around the spire in droves, while wolves with crossbows stood watch on wooden planks that jutted from the base of the tower into the water.

What were they guarding?

Agatha squinted at the top of the sky-high tower, but all she could see was a single window shrouded by clouds.

Then light caught the window and she saw it. Silhouetted in the sun.

The crooked shadow that kidnapped them.

Her shoe slipped and her body pitched forward over deadly Charity. Flailing, she grabbed the window beam just in time and crashed back into the room. Agatha clutched her bruised tailbone, whipped around—but the shadow was gone.

Agatha’s heart thumped faster. Whoever brought them here was in that tower. Whoever was in that tower could fix the mistake and send them home.

But first she needed to rescue her best friend.

A few minutes later, Agatha shrank from a mirror. The sleeveless pink dress showed off parts of her pale, scrawny skin that had never been seen. The Embroidered - detached sleeves made her so itchy her skin was perpetually red. The Carnations on the dress made her sneeze and the matching shoes made her totter like she was on stilts. But the foul outfit was her only chance to escape. Her room was on the opposite end from the stairwell. To get back to the bridge, she needed to glide through the hall without being noticed and slip down the stairs.

On the opposite side of the castle Malachi was in a room by himself. From the names on the door he assumed he was supposed to have roommates, but the second they saw the large “Malachi of Avalon” they decided he was best left alone. At least, that’s what he heard them say, for what reason he couldn’t say. Reason aside, he was slightly glad to have the room to himself, if only so that no one saw him sneak into Purity Tower to bunk with his sister.

Malachi peeked through the door, seeing nothing but empty hallways he decided it was safe to go out. He made his way down Honor Tower and into the main room, overflowing with packs of giggling girls, like hyenas, he thought, deadly.

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[stantheskeleman]

School for Good and Evil - Book 1 Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - The Great Mistake

Chapter 3

The Great Mistake

Agatha and Malachi had woken under red and yellow lilies that appeared to be having an animated conversation. Agatha was sure she was the subject, for the lilies gestured brusquely at her with their leaves and buds. But then the matter seemed settled and the flowers hunched like fussing grandmothers and wrapped their stems around the duo's wrists. With a tug, they yanked the two to their feet and Agatha gazed out at a field of girls, blooming gloriously around a shimmering lake.

Neither could believe what they were seeing. The girls grew right from the earth. First heads poked through soft dirt, then necks, then chests, then up and up until they stretched their arms into fluffy blue sky and planted delicate slippers upon the ground. But it wasn’t the sight of sprouting girls that unnerved Agatha most. It was that these girls looked nothing like her.

Their faces, some fair, some dark, were flawless and glowed with health. They had shiny waterfalls of hair, ironed and curled like dolls’, and they wore downy dresses of peach, yellow, and white, like a fresh batch of Easter eggs. Some fell on the shorter side, others were willowy and tall, but all flaunted tiny waists, slim legs, and slight shoulders. As the field flourished with new students, a team of three glitter-winged fairies awaited each one. Chiming and chinkling, they dusted the girls of dirt, poured them cups of honeybush tea, and tended to their trunks, which had sprung from the ground with their owners.

Where exactly these girls had come from, Malachi wasn’t sure. But he certainly felt off, he had never been near so many. Or any other than his friend, sister or mother. And besides, he knew how… uncomfortable it would make Agatha. So when he turned to her, to see if he could comfort her, he was most confused by what he saw.

“What the—”

She was trying to shake the jingling thing off her hand, but it flew and bit her neck, then her bottom. Other fairies tried to subdue the rogue as she yowled, but it bit them too and attacked Agatha again. Incensed, she tried to catch the fairy, but it moved lightning quick, so she hopped around uselessly while it bit her over and over until the fairy mistakenly flew into her mouth and she swallowed it. Agatha sighed in relief and looked up.

Sixty beautiful girls gaped at her. The cat in a nightingale’s nest.

Agatha felt a pinch in her throat and coughed out the fairy. To her surprise, it was a boy.

In the distance, sweet bells rang out from the spectacular pink and blue glass castle across the lake. The teams of fairies all grabbed their girls by the shoulders, hoisted them into the air, and flew them across the lake towards the towers. Agatha saw her chance to escape, but before she could make a run for it, she felt herself lifted into the air by two girl fairies. As she flew away, she glanced back at the third, the fairy boy that had bitten her, who stayed firmly on the ground. He crossed his arms and shook his head, as if to say in no uncertain terms there’d been a terrible mistake.

When the fairies brought the group of girls and one boy down in front of the glass castle, they let go of their shoulders and let them proceed freely. But Agatha’s two fairies held on and dragged her forward like a prisoner. As Malachi ran after her, yelling at the fairies to stop, Agatha looked back across the lake. Where’s Sophie?

Mirrored words arched over golden gates ahead:

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD ENLIGHTENMENT AND ENCHANTMENT

Agatha caught her reflection in the letters and turned away. She hated mirrors and avoided them at all costs. (Pigs and dogs don’t sit around looking at themselves, she thought.) Moving forward, Agatha glanced up at the frosted castle doors, emblazoned with two white swans. But as the doors opened and fairies herded the girls into a tight, mirrored corridor, the line came to a halt and a group of girls circled her like sharks.

They stared at her for a moment, as if expecting her to whip off her mask and reveal a princess underneath. Agatha tried to meet their stares, but instead met her own face reflected in the mirrors a thousand times and instantly glued her eyes to the marble floor. A few fairies buzzed to get the mass moving, but most just perched on the girls’ shoulders and watched. Finally, one of the girls stepped forward, with waist-length gold hair, succulent lips, and topaz eyes. She was so beautiful she didn’t look real.

Hello, I’m Beatrix,” she said sweetly. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I never said it,” said Agatha, eyes pinned to the ground.

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?” Beatrix said, even sweeter now.

Agatha felt a word swim into her mind—a word she needed, but was still too foggy to see.

“Um, I uh—”

Malachi had finally caught up to her, he pushed his way to the front of the group, but was stunned still by what the first girl had said.

“Perhaps you just swan into the wrong school,” smiled Beatrix

The word lit up in Agatha’s head. Diversion.

Agatha looked up into Beatrix’s dazzling eyes. “This is the School for Good, isn’t it? The legendary school for beautiful and worthy girls destined to be princesses?”

“Oh,” said Beatrix, lips pursed. “So you’re not lost?”

“Or confused?” said another with Arabian skin and jet-black hair.

“Or blind?” said a third with deep ruby curls.

“In that case, I’m sure you have your Flowerground Pass,” Beatrix said.

Malachi blinked. “Her what?”

“Your ticket into the Flowerground,” said Beatrix. “You know, the way we all got here. Only officially accepted students have tickets into the Flowerground.”

None of them had even looked at him when he spoke, evidently much too focused on the girl in front of them. ‘Just like at home,’ he thought, ‘I’ll be ignored here as well won’t I?’

All the girls held up large golden tickets, flaunting their names in regal calligraphy, stamped with the School Master’s black-and-white swan seal.

“Ohhh, that Flowerground Pass,” Agatha scoffed. She dug her hands in her pockets. “Come close and I’ll show you.”

The girls gathered suspiciously. Meanwhile Agatha’s hands fumbled for a diversion—matches . . . coins . . . dried leaves . .

“Um, closer.”

Murmuring girls huddled in. “It shouldn’t be this small,” Beatrix huffed.

“Shrunk in the wash,” said Agatha, scraping through more matches, melted chocolate, a headless bird (Reaper hid them in her clothes). “It’s in here somewhere—”

“Perhaps you lost it,” said Beatrix.

Mothballs . . . peanut shells . . . another dead bird . . .

“Or misplaced it,” said Beatrix.

The bird? The match? Light the bird with the match?

“Or lied about having one at all.”

“Oh, I feel it now—”

But all Agatha felt was a nervous rash across her neck—

“You know what happens to intruders, don’t you,” Beatrix said.

“Here it is—” Do something!

Girls crowded her ominously.

Do something now!

She did the first thing she thought of and delivered a swift, loud fart.

An effective diversion creates both chaos and panic. Agatha delivered on both counts. Vile fumes ripped through the tight corridor as squealing girls stampeded for cover and fairies swooned at first smell, leaving her a clear path to the door. Only Beatrix stood in her way, too shocked to move. Agatha took a step towards her and leaned in like a wolf.

“Boo.”

Beatrix feld for her life.

As the duo sprinted for the door, she looked back with pride as girls collided into walls and trampled each other to escape. Fixed on rescuing Sophie, she tugged her brother through the frosted doors, ran for the lake, but just as they got to it, the waters rose up in a giant wave and with a tidal crash, slammed them both back through the doors, through screeching girls, until they had landed on his stomach in a puddle.

She staggered to her feet and froze.

“Welcome, new Prince and Princess,” said a floating, seven-foot nymph. It moved aside to reveal a foyer so magnificent Malachi lost his breath. “Welcome to the School for Good.”

Agatha knew she was in the wrong place because even the faculty gave her confused looks. Together they lined the four spiral staircases of the cavernous glass foyer, two of them pink, two blue, showering confetti upon the new students. The female professors wore different-colored versions of the same slim, high-necked dress, with a glittering silver swan crest over the heart. Each had added a personal touch to the dress, whether inlaid crystals, beaded flowers, or even a tulle bow. The male professors, meanwhile, all wore bright slim suits in a rainbow of hues, paired with matching vests, narrow ties, and colorful kerchiefs tucked into pockets embroidered with the same silver swan.

Malachi noticed immediately they were all more attractive than any adults he had ever seen. Even the older faculty was elegant to the point of intimidation. Malachi had always tried to convince himself and Agatha, beauty was pointless because it was temporary. Here was proof it lasted forever.

The teachers tried to disguise their nudges and whispers upon seeing the dripping-wet, misplaced students, but they both were used to catching these things. Then they both noticed one who wasn’t like the rest. Haloed against a stained glass window with a shamrock green suit, silver hair, and shiny hazel eyes, he beamed down at them as if they completely belonged. Agatha reddened. Anyone who thought she belonged here was a loon. Turning away, she took comfort in the glowering girls around her, who clearly hadn’t forgiven her for the incident in the hall.

“Where are the boys?” Agatha heard one ask another, as the girls filed in in front of three enormous, floating nymphs with neon hair and lips, who handed out their schedules, books, and robes.

As Malachi followed the line behind his sister, he found himself wondering the same thing, why weren’t there any other boys. And why, as curious as the girls all seem to be about, have they not noticed he was one of them? Sophie had always told him that he was, “too pretty to be a boy.” but he thought she was just being nice.

He moved to look at the beautiful murals around the room, the first wall had an enormous pink E, with angels and sylphs drawn fluttering around the edges, the next several had the next letters V-E-R in alternating pink and blue. And the four staircases stationed parallel throughout the room, in blue and pink as well, seemingly had their own names. HONOR with etchings of knights and kings, Valor with hunters and archers. PURITY and CHARITY had delicate sculpted maidens, princesses and animals etched around their balusters.

And in the center of the room, a crystal large pillar blanketed with portraits stood. Gold portraits of students who became princes and queens, silver with sidekicks, housewives, and fairy godmothers. Bronze framed students, who became footmen and servants. Agatha couldn’t see her blending in with any of these people, with their beautiful faces, kind smiles and soulful eyes. But Malachi? He saw her face in every one, even if she could not.

Agatha waited with bated breath, until she finally reached a pink-haired nymph. “There’s been a mix-up!” she panted, dripping water and sweat. “It’s my friend Sophie who’s supposed to be here.”

The nymph smiled.

“We tried to stop her from coming,” Malachi started.

Agatha continued, voice quickening with hope, “but I confused the bird and now I’m here and she’s in the other tower but she’s pretty and likes pink and I’m . . . well, look at me. I know you need students but Sophie’s my best friend and if she stays then I have to stay and we can’t stay, so please help me find her so we can go home.”

The nymph handed them both a piece of parchment.

Agatha of Woods Beyond

Good, 1st Year

Purity Tower 51

Session Faculty

1: Beautification                 Prof. Emma Anemone

2: Princess Etiquette                 Pollux

3: Animal Communication     Princess Uma

4: History of Heroism                 Prof. August Sader

5: Lunch

6: Good Deeds               Prof. Clarissa Dovey

7: Surviving Fairy Tales   Yuba the Gnome

(Forest Group #3)

Malachi of Avalon

Good, 1st Year

Honor Tower, Room 16

Session Faculty

1: Chivalry and Grooming     Prof. Aleksander Lukas

2: Princess Etiquette                 Pollux

3: Animal Communication     Princess Uma

4: History of Heroism                 Prof. August Sader

5: Lunch

6: Good Deeds               Prof. Clarissa Dovey

7: Surviving Fairy Tales   Yuba the Gnome

(Forest Group #3)

Agatha stared at it, stupefied. “But—”

“Avalon? Why is mine different than yours?”

A green-haired nymph thrust them both a basket of books:

The Privilege of Beauty

The Recipe Book for Good Looks

Animal Speech 1: Barks, Neighs, and Chirps

Stunned, Agatha looked at future princesses around her, tightening their pink dresses. She looked at books that told her beauty was a privilege, that she could win a chiseled prince, that she could talk to birds. She looked at a schedule meant for someone beautiful, graceful, and kind. Then she looked up at a handsome teacher, still smiling at her, as if expecting the greatest things from Agatha of Gavaldon.

Agatha did the only thing she knew how to do when faced with expectations.

“Agatha, wait!”

But she was long gone. Up the blue Honor staircase, through sea-green halls, she ran, fairies jangling furiously behind. Hurtling through halls, scrambling up stairs, she had no time to take in what she was seeing—floors made of jade, classrooms made of candy, a library made of gold—until she reached the last staircase and surged through a frosted glass door onto the tower roof. In front of her, the sun lit up a breathtaking open-air topiary of sculptured hedges. Before Agatha could even see what the sculptures were of, fairies smashed through the door, shooting sticky golden webs from their mouths to catch her. She dove to elude them, crawling like a bug through the colossal hedges. Finding her feet, she sprinted and leapt onto the tallest sculpture of a muscular prince raising a sword high above a pond. She scaled the leafy sword to its prickling tip, kicking away swarming fairies. But soon there were too many and just as they spat their glittering nets, Agatha lost her grip and crashed into the water.

When she opened her eyes, she was completely dry.

The pond must have been a portal, because she was outside now in a crystal blue archway. Agatha looked up and froze. She was at the end of a narrow stone bridge that stretched through thick fog into the rotted tower across the lake. A bridge between the two schools.

Tears stung her eyes. Sophie! She could save Sophie!

“Agatha!”

Agatha squinted and saw Sophie running out of the fog. “Sophie!”

Arms outstretched, the two girls dashed across the bridge, crying each other’s name—

They slammed into an invisible barrier and ricocheted to the ground.

Dazed by pain, Agatha watched in horror as wolves dragged Sophie by the hair back to Evil.

“You don’t understand,” Sophie screamed, watching fairies snare Agatha. “It’s all a mistake!”

“There are no mistakes,” a wolf growled.

They could speak after all.

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HERE I GOOOOOOOO >:"D

Chapter 118: [Falon'Din’s Shadow] viii. Naèv Enso, Friend of the Stone 

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Solas/Elvhen OC, M!Lavellan/Dorian Pavus, F!Lavellan/tba

Fic Summary: Agent of Fen’harel tries to play hero, gets sent back in time. Super Slow Burn. Nothing stays fixed, Thedas-style. Thedosian lore!

Chapter Summary: More ancient dwarves. Ancient dwarves dealing with some Hormak stuff. A young, brash elf helps them fight. Mythal ruins everything.

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Uncounted time and lessons passed that the dwarves and the small elf travelled together. They never quite told her what their mission was, just that they were a rarity as far as their race went. It was true that dwarves did not come to the surface—they allegedly had enough to deal with deep down. She thought it was because they were afraid of the sky, which apparently was true for most clans of dwarves.

Only once did they take her beneath the surface.

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KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

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PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

[katestrophic]

Who is the best man/maid of honor at their wedding? Cadence and Hort.

PLEASE NOTE: This version Hort that I’m talking about here is my fanon version of him that I rewrote and fixed to be more akin to his Book 2 personality with the dash of awkwardness that he should’ve gotten after Book 3.

For Cadence, her Maid of Honor would be Agatha, obviously. The two bonded quite a bit in their school years together in The School for Good, Cadence helping to support Agatha as she understands how she feels since the two had similar pasts, especially in Book 3 with the two of them interacting with Cinderella together, who is Cadence’s mom. Cadence was the first girl before Dean Dovey who told her she though Agatha was genuinely beautiful and while Agatha didn’t believe it initially, she did appreciate how genuine Cadence was and sounded. When Cadence told Agatha she wanted her to be her Maid of Honor, Agatha was flattered but was unsure if she was fit for the job, but once Cadence told her she could wear her black clumps with the dress that they would pick out, Agatha was sold.

For Hort, his Best Man would be Tedros. They kinda have a problematic relationship in canon BUT ANYWAYS IN MY FANON after Hort had his glowup in Book 3 and just doesn’t know how to deal with this on top of trying to achieve his goals that he set out in Book 2, but who knows how he feels? Tedros! Well, kinda. He’s not exactly perfect and also doesn’t have his shit together either but at least he’s empathetic towards him! They can stumble along awkwardly together figuring out what should they do and the girls are watching them both,  finding it endearing that the boys are trying to be the best for them and vice versa but also loving who they are right now. I feel like Hort would pick Tedros to be his Best Man as his way of sending Tedros off and thanking him for all he has done for and with him.

I drew up their outfits that they would wear to the wedding! :D

ALSO COMPLETELY OFF TOPIC BUT I sent the drawings to a group chat with my friends and this is one of them said to me.

LMFAOOO I’M DYING