#lesso Angst

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi i’m not sure if u write male reader and its okay if not but i was wondering if you could write one where m!student reader and platonic lesso like he’s making a song in a music room and its something like ‘boys don’t cry or boys will be bugs and lesso hears and he breaks down or smt and fluff but again its totally fine if not x

Hiiiii anon! Thank you for your request!! I wont write AMAB!Male, but I will write AFAB!Male. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

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

Mommy… Masterlist

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: age gap (All legal), angst, fluffy fluff, implied anxiety, implied anxiety attack, crying, comforting, hugging, physical comforting, etc.

Enjoy (:

You had found yourself in the music room. And you had sat down in defeat next to a harp.

Before you knew it, your hands were stringing the instrument and making beautiful sounds. Along with those beautiful notes, came your voice, getting more and more hoarse.

I’m a dumb teen boy

I eat sticks and rocks and mud

I don’t care about the government

The words and notes just flowed together. And so did your tears. More and more, the waterworks flowed down your face.

And I really need a hug

I feel stupid (stupid), ugly (ugly)

Pretend it doesn’t bother me

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Lesso was walking down the corridor, after reprimanding one of her more rebellious students. Her cane halted as she heard a faint melody coming from the music room.

I’m not very strong, but I’ll fuck you up if you’re mean to bugs

She could hear the harp being played and a choked voice singing along with the notes being played.

It’s getting cold down here underneath the weather

I skipped class to sit with you

I really like your sporty sweater

If ladybugs are girls How do you make kids together?

What’s it like in a female world?

I bet it’s just so much—

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You heard the door creak open, and you immediately stopped playing. You frantically wiped the many many tears away from your face. But you couldn’t make the tears stop.

You looked up and saw the one and only dean of evil, Lady Lesso, standing across the music room. You gulped. She stared at you, not saying a word.

“I’m sorry… I’ll go…��� you muttered.

“No!” Lesso exclaimed.

You looked up puzzled and a little afraid.

Lesso relaxed her face and spoke softer, “Please, continue.”

You gulped and nodded, moving your hands back to the instrument. You began to pluck the notes once more and accompany the melody with your hoarse voice.

I just turned 14

And I think this year I’m gonna be mean

Don’t mess with me, I’m a big boy now, and I’m very scary

I punch my walls, stay out at night, and I do karate

Don’t message me ‘cause I won’t reply, I wanna make you cry

Ain’t that how it’s s’posed to be?

Though it… it isn’t me…

B-Boys will… be b-bugs… right…?

By the last few lines, you and your voice was falling apart. Your hands dropped from the harp and your head fell in your hands as you sobbed.

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Lesso froze for a minute as you combusted in the music chair in which you were sitting. Her instincts were conflicted…

On one hand, she had the urge to smack you and tell you to get it together.

On the other hand, her heart cracked at your position, and she wanted to come over and comfort you forever.

Lesso knew that you had troubles. Troubles with friends. Trouble at home. Troubles mentally. Knowing this only made the redhead feel for you even more.

She cautiously approached the crying student in front of her, stretching her arm out to rub your back lightly.

You jumped slightly as you felt the deans hand on your back. But you were quick to get used to the touch, and you even leaned in for more. You whimpered slightly as her hand eventually retracted. But then you saw that the woman was getting a chair and pulling it up next your yours.

Lesso sat down next to you and put her hand on your back once more. Her touch seemed to relax you, she noted.

“Take deep breaths.” She instructed.

The red head hummed in satisfaction when her instructions were followed. She placed her other hand on your outer thigh, rubbing circle patterns on it. She noticed that you were getting your breathing under better control.

“Thank you…” you hesitantly whispered.

You half expected the dean to just leave as you uttered those words, but she didn’t.

“Anytime, sweet boy.” The woman comforted.

Her hand then moved from your thigh to your chin, and it swiveled your head to meet her gaze.

“It’s okay to cry, you know that right?”

Your lip quivered and you nodded shakily, before more tears erupted. You instinctually put your head into the deans shoulder.

Lesso hummed as your head found comfort in her shoulder.

“But don’t you ever tell anyone I told you that…” she teasingly warned, causing you to chuckle lightly.

~~~

Lady Lesso Masterlist

[v3nusxsky]

Could I please request a lady lesso X reader. R is hired as an English teacher cause after the merge they realised they should probably start teaching their students core subjects.

R is a complete nerd and will go on rants for hours about literature and their favourite books/poems however r has a very insecure side that nobody gets to see which has caused r to develop an eating disorder which has gone unchecked.

I'll let you have full creative freedom to figure out a romance plot for it so please feel free to absolutely destroy me emotionally with angst or make it as fluffy and soft to your hearts content :)

Hello my lovely anon. I hope this is okay for you and I apologise for the angst I broke my own heart writing this but it was a great release of a bad day <3

Words between the Pages

*Authors note~ I know I say this a lot here but I love this prompt, I feel like I really relate to R here. Also going to formally apologise here for what I'm about to do *

Trigger warnings ~ eating disorder relapsing not knowing what's happening to them angst angst character (hurt possible death ;)

Prompt~ see the ask^^^^

It had been a few years now, you had taken up the new English position at the school for good and evil. Since the merger they had decided it was time to introduce some core subjects that would benefit the students no matter what realm they entered. English was one of those. And you had a natural affinity for that.  Your favourite part of the subject was anything related to literature. Novels and poems were your source of comfort on those hard days. For you, they numbed the pain like alcohol or drugs for others. You even wrote some of your own work, to express anything that was chipping away at your fragile heart.

After a year at the school, you began to realise you had feelings for the fiery dean. Not something you had planned on, and you knew you'd have no hope. She alluded a sexy confidence in her every move. You, remained shy and introverted, preferring the company of books to other people. You weren't even sure she would've noticed you. But she had. She loved how you'd get flustered in her presence and forgot your train of thought. It wasn't an uncommon reaction in her presence but with you it was different. You were enticing and addicting without even trying.

You began to write poems of your thoughts and feelings on the women, in a little black note pad that seemed to be glued to your hand. Where ever you went so did the book. It was your most prized possession and something you truly didn't want anyone else to read, personal thoughts and feelings lay bare in the book. So that's why you panicked when you couldn't find the book. All your secrets, littered through the pages hidden by words there. All it would take is a sharp mind to read between the lines and your heart would be exposed. You had to find that book.

Unfortunately for you, one of the Never students had found it and brought it to their Dean. The one mind you knew was more than capable of understanding the meanings. But one good thing came out of it, the first poem was based on your feelings for Leonora Lesso, which stunned the women and prevented her reading any further. Actually that one poem is what began your relationship.

You'd been together for two years now, most of your secrets were out in the open air, but one remained. The deepest and darkest locked away safely in your heart. Lesso knew you were extremely insecure about your body, it was obvious to everyone really, the way you dressed, the way you stood or sat and even the nervous flash in your eyes as food was mentioned. But Lesso knew more than others, it had taken so long for you to be comfortable showing her your body, and the night you did you broke down in tears. That hurt her heart truly, you seemed so small and broken and all she could do is wonder what caused such a reaction from you and how she'd kill them. No one would get away with making her girl feel like her own body wasn't anywhere near perfection. You were. True perfection, if only you could see yourself through her eyes then maybe this could've all been prevented.

It was one fatal accident that exposed you. During archery classes a arrow came hurling in your direction, seemingly from absolutely no where. You weren't able to react quick enough due to the weakened state of your body, not eating well the past few months was seriously affecting you, only now would you truly know just how much damage you'd done.  The arrow hit a centre meter away from your right lung. The pain causing you to collapse on the hard surface below your feet. The fall and blood spilling from your body causing you to lose consciousness.

The pain was constant, unlike something you'd never felt before. You were in and out of consciousness due to the weakened state of your body and now the blood you were losing, you knew this wouldn't be good. The students around you panicking not knowing what to do, not wanting to touch you and make it worse. The fear of touching the Deans girlfriend battling the fear of not helping you. One of them must have ran to grab your girlfriend, as you came back around once more you felt her hand in your hair and her words being whispered in your ear. She was here.

"Dove, what on earth were you doing out here? We have a medic coming hold on for me. Don't leave me love. Open those pretty eyes for me, that's it good girl" she whispered the tears soaking her words as much as they were staining her cheeks. The drops were falling from her face onto your sunken in cheeks. "N-ora I, I'm sorry. I love you" you whispered out in broken sobs as you bled out through her hands that were tightly pressed over the wound. When had they taken the arrow out? You could feel the life slowly leaving your exhausted body.

"Dove, hold on please, you have the strength I know you do. Please! You can do this." She pleaded with you watching as your eyelids were fluttering shut "keep those pretty eyes on me love. Please. I love you don't leave me!" Her cries were breaking your heart. But in that shattering heart you knew this was not going to get any better, you were dying. Lesso screaming for medics as she felt your heart rate decrease dramatically. The beats dangerously spread apart now. You were dying. She was losing you. You both knew it too. The students seemingly turned to shield you from prying eyes, out of respect or fear you weren't quite sure but it gave you the chance for one last wish.

"Kiss me" you spluttered gasping for air, and she complied instantly. Your lips met hers as she poured every ounce of love she had in the kiss, tears spilling onto your closed eyes as more tears leaked from your eyes. Lesso pulled back for air noticing you weren't kissing her back any more and let out a gut wrenching scream. Her love, her life and future wife was gone.

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[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!

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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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[annie-creates]

I don't really hate you

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Words: 1100

Note: This probably isn't exactly what you meant, but I got this idea and it felt right writing this. If you want I'll write something really really angsty for you later on. I hope y'all like this anyway.

Your day was not going great. Your first class was a disaster, you forgot to bring the tests for the second one and after lunch, the joined class of Evers and Nevers was a nightmare. Noone listened to you, nobody wanted to do the homework and someone even threw a tomato at the black board as you were writing down important bullet points.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cry, scream, hysterically laugh or all at once. Your last hope was the last class of the day, nothing could go wrong with gardening, right? You’ll let them roan the gardens and hopefully nobody gets eaten before the end of the day. You couldn’t be more wrong though. As you gave out instructions to replant some of the flowers into bigger pots, you already heard one breaking and saw another student running around with the gardening scissors.

“This horrible day will never end,” you mutter helplessly as you chase the kid with the scissors.

You spend the class cleaning up broken ceramics and glass, hoping at least the flowers will survive the rampage of your students. Honestly you had more faith in the plants than yourself. You locked yourself up in your office for the remaining of the school day, grading last week’s tests and having to fail a few kids, which didn’t add up any cheerfulness into your already sour mood.

When you finally returned into your shared chambers with Leonora, you were ready to give up. She was already out of her usual work clothes, a sign she returned much sooner than you did, reading her book on magical potions at the couch. She gave you a little smile that froze on her face when she noticed your disheveled state.

“I swear I’m turning in my resignation tomorrow. I’m gonna grow grey hair from those kids before the school year ends,” you complained, walking to your dresser.

“Oh come on babe, they’re not that bad,” she tried to reason with you.

“No, they’re even worse. Little inept devils…” searching through your special drawer you don’t agree.

“Well that would mean I’m doing something right…” Lesso smiled but it didn’t amuse you.

“They’re always throwing things, screaming things, breaking things… babe have you seen my cookie?” You suddenly ask as you can’t find your favourite dessert in the stack of sweets you keep for emergencies such like today.

“What cookie?” She asks innocently not looking up from the book.

“The one I like? Chocolate chip with a pinch of salt? It’s my favourite and I’d swear I had one in here…” you narrow your eyes at her.

“I haven’t seen it…” Leonora tries to deny but you see the guilt in her posture not being able to look you in the eyes.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’d eat my dearest cookie! I’ve been waiting for it the whole day! And I’ve had a horrendous day!” You scream at her on the verge of tears, your comfort food being inevitably gone. “Why would you do that!”

“Jesus babe calm down, it’s just a cookie alright..?” Lesso was taken back by your sudden outburst.

“Yeah maybe to you it’s just food! Then why are you taking it from me!” You scolded her.

“It’s not that big of a deal, you’ll get other cookies…” Lesso argued.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you! You destroyed the only joy a had of the whole day! I hate you!” You shouted with a loud bang shutting the door behind you as you left.

Lesso starred at the spot you were at just moments ago, too stunned to even think, her book long forgotten. What has gotten into you? Were you really that much stressed today? Sure, you were always protective of your sweets, but it was just food, right? Nothing to be too upset about, nothing you couldn’t get yourself the next day.

But to you it wasn’t, the little nice biscuits and delights you kept hidden just for your own pleasure were your comfort. It brought you calmness and overview, caressing your nerves like honey on your soul. And now your favourite one was gone and it ruined your day even more, for you were in excited anticipation to finally eat for many hours by now.

While you were sulking in the now empty dinning hall, Leonora realized she was probably in the wrong this time. You were after all a sweet fragile soul and she knew she shouldn’t have eaten from your secret stash of snacks. She just didn’t think you’d notice, a big mistake on her part. And you always had this rule you shouldn’t be going to sleep while angry at each other, so she had to fix this fast, or you’ll be even more cranky in the morning.

The door behind you open with a creak, your girlfriend coming in. It didn’t happen often she admitted to her mistakes, but you were her one weak spot and she couldn’t live with you being mad at her. Plus, she did kind of bring this on herself. So now she’s gonna make it all better and make it up to you.

“Hey, are you still mad at me?” your silence was answer enough to her dumb question. “Look, I’m really sorry I ate your cookie. I should have remembered how important they are to you. I have something to make up for it though.”

That piqued your interest, along with the amazing smell that came in with her, so you slowly turned around to see what she came up with as a piece offering. The tray of cookies smelled absolutely amazing and a fine fume was still coming up off them, as if there were in the oven just moments ago.

“Did you make this right now?” you questioned.

“Something like that,” she wasn’t willing to admit what a scene she did in front of the kitchen staff to get them to bake a batch at this hour. “They’re not salty but I’ll find you some tomorrow, I promise. I’m really sorry about what I said, your sweets are important.”

“I don’t really hate you, I’m sorry,” you apologize also as you’re already taking one of the delicious delights off her hands.

“Can we go to bed now and enjoy these?” she tries to bribe you.

“Yea, I guess,” you agree, taking the tray and shielding them from her to keep it all to yourself.

“If you eat them all you’re cleaning the crumbs,” Leonora warns you but your pointed look shuts her up real quick. “Alright, I’ll clean the crumbs.”

[dolphinavip]

Secrets- Chapter 1

Warnings: None

Pairing: lady Lesso x fem reader

Word count: 1732

Hello everyone! This is my first story and I hope you enjoy it!!

You had join the school for good and evil quite some time back yet not so long ago that most professors still considered you as new. You had began teaching only at the school for good for not too long before the two schools had merged together. Before the merge you didn't quite interact with your evil counterparts as much, only the quick glances during dinner, or in the corridors but after the merge meetings with the two sides were much more frequent.

Due to this a very unlikely friendship had sparked between you and the red head. It began with her looking at you during meeting yet ended up with late nights being spent in each others private chambers just chatting away or small walks around the gardens at night.

You sat in your office finally finishing up grading the last few papers. Long ago had night fallen yet there had been so much work to do that you didn't want to leave it till tomorrow. The clock finally struck 9 as you put away the last sheet of homework.

Dovey had asked you to discuss with Lesso about some lesson plans and her opinion about them yet you hadn't found time at all to visit Lesso. Glancing at the clock it wasn't too late and it wasn't going ti take long. Plus the lesson plan was for tomorrow and you didn't want to deal with an angry Lesso.

You knocked on the large oak doors of her office, with the light from the room peaking out. A audible groan came from the room before a voice came.

"Enter" she said sharply.

As you entered the room was in pristine condition, not what you had been expecting. Looking over at the Dean she was still busy at grading papers not even bothering to look up as you entered.

"Got lost Princess. Surely you need your beauty sleep?" She smirked briefly looking up from her papers amused at realising it was you at the door, putting down her guard.

You just scoffed making your way into her office "Dovey asked me to discuss the lesson plans with you"

"And can't you see I'm busy" she interrupted still refusing to look up as she carried writing away.

Mumbling something under your breath you stood up ready to leave which did catch Lesso's attention.

"Alright fine go on, don't go sulking" she glanced up gesturing back to the seat as she saw the annoyed look on your face.

After an hour or so of discussion a yawn escaped your lips.

"I think we should continue this in the morning" Lesso said abruptly as she looked towards the cloak, even she was exhausted from the long day.

As you got up a chess box caught your eye.

"You play chess?" You smiled raising an eyebrow.

"Have enough time to join me in one game?" She questioned, picking up the set "I think beating a princess would be quite enjoyable"

You scoffed "i want to see you try"

After a couple of games, Lesso groaned as you pushed her king from the board.

"And check again" you smiled winking as Lesso composed herself.

"That was just luck and it's just again" she acted as if she didn't care she had been beaten yet looked extremely annoyed.

"Well I should get going, it is extremely late and I do suppose you need to recover from loosing this many times" you smiled again as you began to leave the room.

"I-" Lesso began before backtracking in her thoughts.

"Hmm?" You questioned as she stopped in her thoughts.

"Nothing" she replied quickly returning to her cold demeanour and nodded as you began to leave the room. 

"Same time again tomorrow?" She asked more gently as you waved good night "of course" you smiled back closing the door behind.

Secretly Lesso enjoyed the late meetings at nights even the late night walks in the garden. Although it was always cold spending some time with you seemed to make up for it.

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In the morning during breakfast you sat at your normal seat as Dovey and Emma sat beside you. Busy in their talks you noticed Lesso enter the room, her hair was more of a mess than usual and she looked like she hadn't got even an hour of sleep. Lesso couldn't hide her discomfort with her leg pain flaring up, her face contorting  in pain as she accidentally put too much pressure onto her leg. She looked up to meet your eyes which looked on with concern before quickly glancing away, returning to her cold demeanour.

Even her mood was as bad as you saw her growl towards some Nevers you came in her way pushing the roughly aside with her cane hitting them in the shin much to their displeasure. She glanced between you and the spare chair next to Dovey. Honestly she didn't want to put up with her smiles and rainbows but just wanted to sit down.

"You look even worse than normal Lesso" Emma smirked glancing over.

"Thank you for that Emma," Lesso scoffed rolling her eyes.

"You sure your okay?" Dovey asked gently clearly concerned for her counter part.

Lesso just nodded before a group of Evers had came and interrupted. Before you could even talk to Lesso classes had already begun so you had to make your way to your room.

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You hadn’t seen Lesso all day, she hadn’t shown up to any meeting throughout the day nor came to your office for your regular walks in the garden.

You looked at the clock as it ticked past 8 then 9. Lesso was meant to be here an hour ago and for her to be this late was unheard of.

You had checked her office first to see if she was there. Although she wasn't you were met with a huge mess with papers all scattered across her desk, with the pot of pens and pencils spilt next to the desk. The lamp beside her desk still switched on. The room was completely a mess, a total opposite of what I was like just the day before.

Quickly switching off the light you head towards her private chambers which happened to be on the other side of the campus much to your displeasure.

"Lesso?" You asked ear against the door as you knocked on it.

Your face scrunched as you received no response from inside. Knocking again you listened impatiently from any noise from inside the room.

A loud thump brought you from your thoughts as something hit the door with quite some force.

"Nora it's me" you said more gently slightly pushing the door open.

Even though you could only peek into the room the scene in front was even worse than her office. You pushed open the doors completely searching for Lesso in the room.

"I said go away" Lesso commanded turning her back to face away from you not allowing you to see in her in this state.

Only then did you see her sitting on the floor to the side of her bed, leaned up against the frame. Her cane which she had probably thrown at the door lay beside your feet.

"Lesso..." you said barely audible reaching down for the cane.

"I do not require anyone's help" she hissed as she saw you approaching navigating round the mess of her room.

Lesso sat up straight, quickly wiping any tears threatening to fall and got up from the floor.

You looked at the state of the dean. Never even once had you seen her such in a weakened state, always being used to the cold and distant behaviour. Lesso frowned at the sight of you having pity on her- The Dean of the school of Evil. Yet here she was.

"I said I don't need anyone's help, especially from an Ever like you" she hissed once again, a tone of anger hinting behind her voice as she stood sharply.

"But..." you began

"Leave me alone" she cut you off gesturing to the the door, yet she still refused to look at you.

You paused, unsure of what to do before leaving the room and closing the door gently behind.

[ssunkissedsunflowerss]

Everything I’ve written for Lady Lesso

so, i’ve been writing for leo these past couples of days more than i’ve written for anyone else in my entire life, and since they’re no longer appearing in tags because my main blog is shadowbanned, i decided to make a list here as well (ง'̀-'́)ง

So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me — red string of fate soulmates. angst. hurt-comfort. fluff

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

R. — jealous-protective-possessive leo. angst. hurt-comfort. fluff

“This Princess, my Princess, right here is strictly off limits.”

Sleep tight, sweet delight — fluffy fluff

“Come, darling, lie with me for a while.”

Die a little death — smut

“You are mine, and you would do well to remember that.”

Kiss me better — fluffy fluff

“I’m your cinnamon roll. Otherwise, I’m pure dark chocolate. Bitter. Unpalatable.”

Told by the stars — artsy smut (is that a thing?). bottom leo

“Diable! Begging was the last thing on my mind when you told me you wanted to take care of me.”

Make me proud — fluffy fluff. motherly teacher leo

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

Love thrives on coffee, dark and creamy — fluffy fluff. hurt-comfort

“I accidentally spilled cream into my coffee. You can have it.”

Lost heart, unreturned — angst. leo playing cello

“You have been laughing, wearing the most dazzling of smiles that will put even the stars to shame, encircled in the arms of someone who is not me.”

Unequivocally, irrevocably — fluffy fluff

“Come now sweetheart,the only golden retriever I’ll willingly, gladly keep by my side is you.”

Home is found within her arms — fluffy fluff

“Your terrible mood. How can I remedy that?”

Say yes to heaven, say yes to me — christmassy fluff

“Do I seem the type to ask someone for compensation through coffee dates had I not been interested in them in the first place?”

[missvifdor]

Lady Lesso x Reader Angst/Fluff/Smut Idea of fic:

Listen.  And if... Reader, who is a woman, an Ever and the sister of Guenevere, therefore the aunt of Tedros.  And when Guinevere ran away with Lancelot and after Arthur died, Reader had taken care of Tedros by raising him.  Time passes and Tedros begins his first year at school while Reader becomes a faculty member of the School of Good (Obviously, the same events as in the movies happen with some small modifications that I will explain). 

Reader is a princess but she never entered the stereotypes dictated to be that, she's not the type to sit there looking pretty and waiting to be rescued, she doesn't have the patience or the inclination  this side.  Reader was also a bookworm and wasn't as popular as Guinevere in their youth and that suited her just fine. 

She knows how to fight with two swords simultaneously with as much strength and precision as any Everboy and even much better, she is courageous, determined and above all she really cares about the happiness of the people in whom she cares (and not only  because it was destined to go on the side of Good).  And here is her story with our Dean of Evil.  She went to School for Good and Evil and studied there at the same time as Leonora.  And here's the thing, Tedros wasn't the only one in the family who wanted to fight to love a Never (guess it runs in the family). 

During her years at school, Reader fell in love with Leonora of Galvadon from the School of Evil.  Their relationship was secret but Reader was ready to go public and fight for the right to love Lenora, his True Love.  However, nothing went as she hoped and she ended up heartbroken. 

Leonora broke up with Reader suddenly and very coldly before they could make their relationship public, then they both went their separate ways until graduation.  The truth is that Leonora didn't want to break up, not for a second, but she found herself trapped and manipulated by Rafal into his grand plan and she didn't want Reader to get hurt through her fault. 

In short, a few years later, here they are both teachers in their respective schools and in a way work colleagues who are obliged to interact at meetings and lunches, Leonora and Reader are torn between having their hearts broken and being  happy to interact even if it's cold or awkward.  And since Leonora is Reader's True Love, she couldn't move on after breaking up with another Prince or Princess. 

Throughout the events until Tedros makes his circus to have the right to be with Sophie, when Leonora says that "Ever and Never together is repulsive" breaks Reader's heart harder and she can't really hide the hurt glint in his eyes. 

Leonora sees it though and she blames herself.  After the meeting, Leonora tries to catch up with Reader to talk to her but it turns into an argument with Reader saying "But you didn't have to come and get me anymore to explain your own word or action! I'm sorry to have you so disgusted that you feel compelled to say this so directly in front of everyone! I don't know what to say to you, Lesso. It was you who broke up with me when I was ready to fight for you! God, I was even ready to face the judgment of my own family and friends for you! So don't act like you care about my feelings and leave me alone!"  Leonora is left to fend for herself and Reader runs away crying. 

The events of the film pass, the school and the students are in danger because of Rafal.  Reader protects as many students as she can with her magic and swords but ends up injured in the process. 

When the schools have merged and Rafal is defeated, Leonora comes to Reader's bedside and confesses everything to her.  They share a passionate and intense kiss.  Reader saying "I'm all yours Leonora. Every breath, every kiss, they've always been yours and yours alone" and then it goes to with Leonora saying "Let me adore you like I should have for too long". 

Long, detailed and intense smut with Leonora at the controls to end in style.

The end. 

If there are people interested in writing it in the format they want, you can use this idea as many times as you want, I would be super interested in reading it!  Don't forget to tag me!

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Lost heart, unreturned”

angst 😗 my two moods as i wrote this 😇😈

she’s playing Ludovico Einaudi’s Experience

this is where i took reference from

The opening notes begin andante, sprinkled with a pinch of melancholy. Dexterous digits and a bow; together, they perform a wonderful dance of woe, giving birth to a soulful tune that, after a while, notably starts to crescendo.

The two of us have gotten into a fight. The reason of the fight itself has been paltry at best, nonsensical at worst, or so I have believed, and therefore, I have said so with a wry chuckle. You, on the other hand, think otherwise.

What follow thereupon are sharp-edged words and cutting retorts, juggled recklessly and thrown carelessly around. Now, I admit that some truths have been said, but back then, amidst the argument while caught up in the heat of the moment, my rationality has been clouded by misplaced anger.

Seldom sweet though truths are, they have not been too bitter to burn my throat. So understandably, or rather naively, I have brushed it aside. After all, it would not be our first disagreement. As far as discords are concerned, sooner or later, one of us would relent, and then, the two of us would wound up entwined in each other’s arms. So far, whatever damage has been left by our conflicts has never been something that a few kisses and reassurances cannot remedy.

Has it been so wrong of me to expect this time to be no different?

Suffice to say, the product of the fight has not been palatable. Our love has not been able to come out unscathed. Our love for each other, the one thing that is supposed to fix, not break, has sadly gone awry.

One little fall out. One tiny little fall out is what has brought about a colossal rift between the two of us.

It has been but a gentle flap of a dainty little butterfly’s wings, yet a storm has been set in motion.

You have left the house, our house.

“We can’t go on like this, Leonora. I think it’s best that we take some time apart to figure things out.”

Such have been your parting words, and incensed, I have dismissed you as though unruffled, “Whatever tickles your fancy.” and subsequently you walking out as your little act of petulance.

In my mind, it has been a given that your delicate body will be nestled against my side come morning, and the rest will be water under the bridge.

I should have known as soon as my full name has spilled forth your lips.

But alas, it is only when a week has gone by with no signs of your returning that the gravity of the situation truly starts settling in.

The damage has been done, and by the time a week melts into two, I realise rather alarmingly that there is a high chance of it being irreparable.

I have, of course, searched for you.

I do find you, but you, my darling, seems to have had a change of heart.

“I’m not going with you.”

And just like that, my heart, too, is crushed into smithereens.

Emotions fuelled by evocations, determined digits dance in a fantastic frenzy, playing the most arrestingly powerful part of the piece agitato. It perfectly matches the one emotion that has been burning the hottest red. Agitation.

“I didn’t know you cared.”

The music comes not only from the instrument. It is born of her whole body; her head dances to the tune her hands create, hair a flurry of fiery red, as she loses herself altogether.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Leo. I don’t think I want to.”

Under the guidance of her hand, the bow moves frantically against the strings. Bottled up feelings that are seething just below the cap, words that she has been too big of a coward to say. Leonora has never been someone to wear her heart on her sleeve. And yet, presently, the exhaustion and agony is vividly discernible on the darkness beneath her eyes, the glistening rivulets trickling down her cheeks.

“I didn’t miss you as much as I thought I would.”

The raging tempest within her is channeled into the chords as the melody is released appassionato, intense emotions and feelings seeping into hollow crevices of her dark, lonely dwelling, as well as resonating down the bottomless abyss of her equally empty heart.

I have seen you with another.

The music concludes rallentando, a slow descent, that then kick-starts allegretto, sharper this time, more powerful. She continues to play the chords as loud and fierce as she can because she is in dire need of a reprieve from the voices inside her head. Day in, day out, she is forced into an endless circle of suffering by her very mind causing an absolute mayhem.

You have been laughing, wearing the most dazzling of smiles that will put even the stars to shame, encircled in the arms of someone who is not me.

The sound that the cello releases is wild, untamed, jumbled, messy, erratic, unpredictable, a howling hurricane of desperation and frustration, regret and remorse, as it is what she is going through.

I would have been doing myself a favour by trusting that you have not noticed me. It definitely would have been a more merciful torture to subject myself to. But alas, the fact that your eyes have not come towards my direction amid wandering around, not even once, not even accidentally, has been proof enough that you have, in fact, been actively neglecting me.

And oh, what a heart-wrenchingly splendid job you do.

The song cannot have come to an end, for the strings snap.

Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.

Tears and blood fall to the floor.

The snapping of the strings has nipped her fingers.

The thick crimson liquid oozes out freely, unrestrained.

The salty droplets, too, are beyond her control.

They fall as they please, and she does not prevent them.

When the bow slips from within its home between her fingers, she lets it clatter to the floor.

Likewise, the cello that is cradled between her thighs, once freed from her grip, collapses.

Soon, she, too, joins her instrument.

Tears continue to slip down her nose, and through a haze, she sees the love of her life. But, it cannot be. Her foolishness has chased you away. Alas, even in her waking moments, she is being haunted by what could have been.

“You deserve it.”

She hears herself say, feeling herself slip and allowing it regardless, for what is there to lose anymore anyway now that she has experienced the greatest lost.

You, her very heart itself.

Lost. Unreturned.

[my-blind-album]

Lady Lesso x Female Reader- Do you wanna build a Snowman?

Requests; OPEN! {female characters only}

Pairing; Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Reader

Teen!AU - Adult!AU

POV; Since the day that the two best friends Leonora and Y/n were taken from their home in Gavaldon and sent to the school for good and evil. Leonora was sent to the school for evil and Y/n to the school for good. Ever since then Leonora has been distancing herself from Y/n and Y/n tries to get closer to her but is always neglected till the day comes were Y/n gets rejected by Leonora and she finally decides to stop chasing after the redhead but Leo is now left all alone and without anyone knowing of her tormenting dean of evil.

Warning(s); Fluff, Angst, Mentions of abandonment and neglect, death mentions, hints of rape, hints of paedophilia, sad ending

16 Years Old

Watching outside the window struggling to sleep, Y/n notices tiny white flakes falling from the sky, which can only meaning one thing...it's snowing.

Carefully and quietly making her way out of the dorm rooms and the good school as she sneaks past the fairies towards the school for evil. Luckily for her it was a full moon as well meaning the wolf guards were probably out howling. Creeping through the halls and steps she finally makes it towards a room with a label...

'Leonora Lesso'

Taking deep breaths she slowly reaches her fist for the door before knocking it five times.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Knock. Knock.

"Leo?" Y/n calls out to be met with a simple hum from the other side of the room indicating that Leonora was awake and very much aware of her best friends presence.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" no response. "Come on, let's go and play!" Y/n suggests as Leonora continues to keep her silence not responding to her friend's tactics. But unfortunately for her, Y/n was not willing to give up on her best friend.

"I never see you anymore, come out the door it's like you've away!" Y/n stops listening in but still no response. "We used to be best buddies, but now we're not, I wish you would tell me why!" Kneeling herself to the level of the doorknob she pokes her eye to try and peak inside but it's impossible for her to see through the small space. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" she places her mouth on the key space. "It doesn't have to be a snowman!" Y/n says cheekily even-though Leonora knew was talking about snow angels. Leonora finally reached her limited and decided to chase her friend away. "Go away Y/n!" although Leonora didn't know it or saw it behind her doors was sad girl who reluctantly walked away holding back the tears and making her way back to her own school and dorm room.

17 Years Old

It's Christmas Eve and everyone's in bed already but unlike everyone else, Y/n stands in the school for good's lovely garden consisting of each and every flower you could think of. Sitting on a nearby bench is Y/n who admires the moon's reflection on the river as she embraces the wonderful silence that fills her soul and mentality. Being a quiet bookworm she never enjoyed socializing or just the site of people drives her insane. But she will never forget the day she met Leonora.

Turning the page to the next chapter of her book, Y/n looks up from her reading due to the sound of footsteps which confused her, it's 7pm in the evening why would someone be out here, in the forest, apart from her since she was a lover of the night and it's beautiful features. "Hello?" she calls out to the source of the steps and sooner a redhead pops up from the bushes and is shocked to spot someone else in this late evening. "AH!" the redhead screamed and Y/n screamed back in fear. "What are you doing here?!" she speaks out. "I could ask you the same thing, redhead!" the girl before Y/n relaxes a bit as seeing that she won't be attacked. "Just came out for some fresh air, I always to that when I'm stressed" Y/n raises her eyebrow "So basically 24/7?" the redhead pauses before continuing. "Yeah really" she laughs. "What's your name?" "Lesso, Leonora Lesso" she extends her hand for Y/n to take and she hesitates for a bit before placing her hand on the redhead's or Leonora's. "And yours?" "Bell, Y/n Bell" they shake hands as Leonora sits next to Y/n and they continue to talk about their lives and problem and realized they were both going through the same issues and they're bond grew closer than ever.

Y/n slowly regains consciousness once feels something fall on her nose and moves her hands to touch it something fell on her hand. A snowflake. Looking up Y/n notice that it's snowing and she gets up from her seat twirling around with the biggest smile on her face. A thought pops in her mind, one that shouldn't have in the first place, before she can even think about her chances of success this time she finds herself already in front of Lenora's dorm room using her teleportation abilities. She's about to knock till she notices something different about the door and spots 3 names number Leonora's meaning this time she had roommates. To say she was surprised was an understatement, she was flabbergasted to say the least. Leonora was as worse as Y/n was when it came to socializing and she was sure that while they were back at Gavaldon she was Leo's only friend, so why would she have friends now? Is cause she feels like she belongs with them cause they're her people as well? Or did she replace after all the years we spent together?

Knocking on the door five times, she called out for her supposedly friend. "Leo?! It's Y/n!" and as the last time she received a simple hum from her friend on the other side of the room. "Do you wanna build a snowman?!" she pauses till she hears no response so she continues. "Or ride a bike around halls!?" no response "I think some company is overdue! I started to the pictures on walls!" Y/n stops smiling at the time she talked to a painting on the wall who goes by the name Joan and he was very friendly and wise and whenever Y/n needed the advice he was more than happy to prove one for her. "It gets a little lonely, all these empty halls just watching the hours tick by" now that Y/n realized it, she had no other friends she had apart from except the librarian who would always recommend a good book to her, Joan the talking painting and a girl called Clarissa Dovey who was the daughter of the fairy godmother and was Y/n's only student of good friend. Hoping and anticipating for a response better than her last only to get the same thing. Nothing. Sighing in defeat she walks away from the door not bothering to use her teleportation skills.

But on the other side of the door was a wounded Leonora who wasn't just heart in the inside but out as well. Being that Rafal had thought that he finally found he's first evil victim who will bring victor for evil but all Leonora ever wanted was Y/n, her best friend or was she really her best friend any more? "I hope your not thinking about that ratchet ever girl you call your 'friend' " Rafal spat to the redhead who was leaning against her door with her knees brought up to her chest and her eyes red from all the crying. "You know I love you, right Leo?" she nods her head. "Use your words sweetheart" "Ye-s-s" Rafal raised his eyebrow at her as if to continue her sentence. "Yes-s M-master Rafal" Rafal smirks at her placing his hand under her chin lifting her head up to him as he stares at her in cold lust. He slowly makes his way to her ear before huskily whispering, "Good Girl~" he rubs his thumb across Leonora's bottom lip as she quivers in fear and Rafal chuckles at the sight. "Now be a good student and spread open your legs for Master~"

18 Years Old

The year came whereby all the students of both and evil will pursue their careers and follow their fantasies for those who were chosen by the Storian. Was Y/n nervous? Quite frankly I believe there are no more words that could describe how she was feeling. She was ambivalent towards the thought of leaving Leonora if their stories don't include each other in them. So she decided that today was the today that she'd confess her feelings, not knowing that someone was already one step ahead of her scheme.

Once again, it was late at night Y/n stood in front of Leonora's door, and like always it was snowing, although she could have confessed during the day, there was one problem and that was Leonora was absent the entire day, no ne had word on her whereabouts so she figured that night time would be the perfect time, at least if she got rejected no one would be able to notice the tears escaping from her eyes and her lack of breathing.

She knocked on the door three times instead of the times she'd knock on the door numerous times till she would open the door to scold her away. "Leonora?" Y/n whispered yet in a way that she knew she wasn't alone and didn't want her accomplice to hear her. This time instead of a hum there was no response, but Y/n knew Leonora and she knew was in that room so decided to continue. "I know you're in there, people are asking we you've been" feeling her breathing becoming unsteady she continues. "They say, 'Have courage' and I'm trying to. I'm right here for you, just let me in" placing her hand on the door gently before she rests her forehead on the door as well not even caring for the tears anymore and letting them shower down her cheeks before softly hitting the ground. "We only have each other, just you and me, what are we gonna do?" she says before making her last comment. "Y/n please just leave me alone" "Why?" "I-I...don't feel the same way for you, I love someone else" "It's Rafal isn't?" Leonora goes quiet and Y/n laughs while rolling her eyes in disbelief knowing she's correct. "Bloody Bastard" Y/n mumbles under her breathe before completely backup from the door. "Well I wish you good luck, Leonora" "Goodbye Y/n" "Goodbye, Leonora Lesso" and with that she teleports back to her dorm leaving a broken hearted redhead stuck alone in a room with a man who will torture her for the rest of her life.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Lady Leonora Lesso Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

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

Series

Games w/ Sex Pollen Part 1*

Part 2*

Drunk on You Part 1

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

Anytime Soon… Part 1

Part 2*

You’ll Pay, Pet Part 1*

Part 2*

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

Part 2**, Part 3

Extra Credit ~Dovesso xReader Part 1*

Part 2*

My Project ~Dovesso xFem Reader Part 1*

Part 2

One Shots

What’s My Name*

Fortunate Circumstances ~top!dovesso x reader*

My Mess*

Rescue Each Other

I’m Here for You ~motherly!lesso

Goddamnit, I like You

Now and Forever ~dovesso

Black Knickers*

Our Little Secret*

Red Fever*

Her Softening Heart ~soft!lesso*

A Very Pressing Matter*

Mommy & Wifey Cure Panic ~dovesso xreader*

It’s Mommy, Baby*

My Sweet Sub*

Beautifully Enough ~Soft!Lesso

Call Her Daddy*

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

Can’t Get Enough of You*

Who’s in Charge…*

Blazing Care in Your Eyes ~Soft!Lesso*

Takes One to Know One ~Lesso xLarissa Weems**

Careful What You Wish For*

Hold Me Tight Imagines ~Soft!Lesso xgn!Reader

Come Let Me Eat You Up*

Picnics, Need, & Care*

I’ll Rock Your World ~Top!Lesso*

Call Yourself Mine ~GN!Reader*

Happy Reunions ~Dovesso xWife Reader*

Too Much ~Soft!Lesso

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

Birthday Comfort ~Soft!Lesso

Begging for You*

Begging Kink w/ Lesso ~Kinktober*

Rope Uncut

Venus’ Seduction ~Sub!Lesso

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

Sadism with Lady Lesso*

Holiday Shopping Fun*

You Misunderstand Me, Baby*

Enchanted Choices with Unforeseen Consequences*

Oh You Are In For It…**

Stress Relief ~Daddy!Lesso x Emma Anemone*

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay Away From Him

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[v3nusxsky]

Picking up the pieces

*Authors note~ just trying to get back into the swing of things now University is over for the summer. And of course sinful souls is long overdue an update. Queue the angsty chapter *

Trigger warnings~ very toxic lesso, lesso left after sex, abandonment issues (R), aftercare mentioned, heartbreak, depression, panic attack, bad memories, sub space (R) , lesso has a lot of self hate and a rough background

Each sob that forced its way from your exhausted frame broke the blonde principals heart. Leonora leaving would’ve hurt you no matter what, that she knew, but adding in the vulnerability you’d shown before she left meant you were near enough inconsolable. All Larissa could do was administer aftercare and gather you in her arms as your mind and body struggle to catch up. Your cries becoming more frequent as you mumbled phrases like, “why did she go?” “Was I bad mommy?” “I’m sorry” over and over, only worsening your emotional state to the point it was a struggle to force air into your lungs.

Small breaths clawed their way out of your throat as your emotions overflowed into pure panic. Instinctively, you began to panic more, pleading for the other woman to help you, needing more than what you could ever explain in this moment. They say people can die from heartbreak, and this right here would sum that up perfectly. You didn’t want to die, not really, but it seemed that the hold on your lungs just got tighter and tighter until your whole body flopped forward, eyes fluttering to a close, shutting your body down instantly to the soundtrack of Larissa’s terror soaked scream.

Never in her life and all her years at Nevermore had Larissa Weems seen someone in such a state as you were. The extreme emotional stress took a toll on your vulnerable state causing your blood pressure to drop drastically. Instinctively her training kicked in and she moved you gently into the recovery position and made sure to check the time and observe your condition. The longest couple of minutes of the blondes life would forever engrave themselves into her brain and heart.

Incoherent mumbles filled the room allowing the principal to release a breath she wasn’t aware of holding. You’d be okay. She was here for you no matter what. Haphazardly, you threw your hand out in search of the older woman, seeking her warmth and comfort as you roused back to consciousness. “I’m here baby. I’m right here. You’re okay” she reassured as your beautiful dark eyelashes fluttered before revealing your stunning eyes. “You stayed” came your sad little whimper, your eyes darting around the room, “she left didn’t she?”

No response would heal the damage this night caused but Larissa opted to redirect your focus on to her. She was here. Always would be. Leonora walked out yes, but the blonde couldn’t shake that she would be back. Maybe not now, maybe not next week, but she’d come back. You all needed one another in ways neither of you realised. Fate is a tricky beast, one that’s so intricate and beautiful yet holds a price. All you both could do was trust fate would work this situation out for the better. Using the hotel to spend a night away, soaking in eachothers comforting embrace and trying to understand what will happen now.

Everything was blank, until the memory of the door slamming triggering the club owner to break down into an onslaught of angry tears. How could she respond with such anger to you. Clearly red mist clouded her rational thinking and she reacted in such a manner. Yet she had no true memory of what occurred, obscured by blind rage. The rhythmic thumping of the bass vibrating the club seemed to get louder with every silent tear Lesso shred. As it came back in glimpses and flashbacks of how she’d treated the two women who clearly cared for her. Looking at Leonora you wouldn’t think she has ever been through anything rough in life. However, that’s completely far from the truth, underneath that hard shell is the small girl who was abandoned and shunned by the small village she lived in.

A glass of neat whiskey was cradled in her hand as the moment she left the hotel room replayed over and over. Each time something new came to her attention and allowed the self hatred to grow. She was truly evil. How could she? How dare she? She had to make it right if you or Larissa would ever look at her in that way again. Finally being done taking out her personal issues on others and pushing away probably the only good things in her life. She’d never be happy if she couldn’t accept the good in life. That simple realisation resulted in her whiskey being thrown against the door in frustration. How could she be so blind?

Larissa Weems is use to sleeping lightly, it comes with years of being on call for Nevermore students. So it was unsurprising she couldn’t sleep through the constant buzzing coming from your phone, then hers. Only then to be met with what was clearly a drunk Leonora showing remorse and begging for both the women to forgive her. Desperate for another chance. Only half the texts happened to be incoherent. Deciding she didn’t want you wake up yet she shot a text to your group chat stating one simple thing. “Drunk words are sober thoughts my dear”

A reply. She replied. Wait who? Larissa. Immediately Leonora began fumbling to press the call button and after two rings the blonde principal answered. From here she listened as the raven haired woman ranted and rambled out slurred apologise and promises to be better, ending the call with a promise to all talk tomorrow. For now sleep and a glass of water was in order.

Your feelings on the matter were definitely muddled when Larissa approached the subject. Yet with a phone call to lesso of your own you agreed to meet up as long as you had some proof the woman wouldn’t hurt either of you again, a goal to work too allowing you all to sort out your emotions and ideas of where to go from here.

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

My current works!

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I will update this whenever I post a new oneshot, and if I add characters I’ll update this with them too.

Lady Lesso x Reader…

Blossom- Hurt and Comfort (platonic).

Aliferous- kinda angst, mainly just comfort.

Nearly Defeated- Angst with comfort.

I’m yours!- Angst.

My favorite!- Angst.

Comatose- Slight angst, hurt and comfort (platonic).

Needy- Smut, Domme Reader.

Show Me Off- Angst, no use of Y/n.

The Pain Of Pining- Angst, Hurt/ No Comfort.

Celebration- Smut, bottom reader.

Passion- Basically fluff.

Unbearable- Hurt/no comfort.

Obsessed- No Smut/Dark themes. GN reader.

Disobedient- SMUT, LONG, Bratty Bottom Fem Reader.

Natasha Romanov (romanoff) X Reader…

Steve Knows Now- Smut, Dom reader.

Let Me Heal You! - Slight angst but really just stubborn Nat.

Broken- Angst, no comfort.

Emily Prentiss X Reader…

Come Back To Me- Angst, hurt with comfort.

Careful- Fluff, Emily takes care of you. Gender neutral reader.

Little Girl Gone- Fluff, you handle your past.

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Different Doesn’t Mean Bad- Fluff/angst, Lady Lesso.

Is that mine? - Smut, Lady Lesso.

[annie-creates]

Bundle of joy

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst and fluff I guess?

Words: 1300

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dovessoiscanon]

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

Me after reading the comments:

[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…”

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