#pain and comfort

[storywriter007]

Hi!! I’m currently experiencing a lot of I’m I’m currently suffering from tailbone and lower back pain due to an injury I suffered last summer, so any sort of pain comfort with any HoO boys (Jason, Leo, Percy, Frank or even Nico if you write for him), would be very much appreciated! Please make it extra fluffy!! Thank you!!💙

You're Okay - Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader

author's note: thank you for the request! and i'm so sorry you have to deal with all of that pain, i hope you feel better fast :) i hope you guys like ittttt

author's note 2: you guys are killing me with all this fluff

warnings: blood, wounds, intense kissing,

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

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y/n stared at the cut on her back through the mirror. it was large, it was bleeding, and it was just plain awful. she winced in pain as she held her shirt up with one of her hands.

she grabbed a towel and drowned it in isopropyl alcohol. she pressed the towel to her scar and tears welled in her eyes at the burning sensation.

"i'm gonna be okay. i'm gonna be okay. i'm gonna be okay." she whispered.

she moved the towel to the next part of the scar. tears fell from her eyes as she bit her lip.

"i'm alright, i'm alright, i'm alright." she wept to herself in the dull silence of the infirmary.

y/n had always been independent, being a demi-god, it's not like you're given much of a choice. but dear god, did she wish she had someone. someone who would give her crazed mind peace. someone who cared about her heart just as much as her body. someone who would tell her that it was all going to be okay.

she recalled walking by percy and annabeth in the infirmary a few days ago. she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but watch as percy gently dressed the cut on annabeth's arm. as he wrapped his arms around her waist. as he told her everything was going to be alright. she couldn't help it when her face distorted with jealousy. when she went to her room, and profusely apologized to aphrodite for whatever grave mistakes she'd committed. when she begged the goddess for love. when she'd put down her pride in exchange for love.

"someone in here?" a voice asked, pulling y/n out of her trance. "oh my gods, y/n!"

she didn't even turn around, she knew who it was anyways.

"i'm fine leo." she breathed out, looking at the blood-covered cloth. "i'm fine."

she heard shuffling behind her, and chalked it down to leo awkwardly exiting.

"this is going to hurt." he warned.

"what is-ah!" she winced as he pressed another wet towel to her back.

she put the cloth she was holding in the basin.

"leo-"

"you're going to say you don't need my help." he chuckled. "and i'm gonna call you a liar."

he pressed the towel on another spot of her scar. he didn't sound like leo. he didn't sound like the guy who made a hundred jokes a day and of which ninety-nine were inappropriately timed. he didn't sound like the guy who had set the kitchen on fire a week ago. instead his voice was deep, and soft, and for some twisted reason, soothing.

"let me help you."

she silently agreed.

"how'd you get this?" he asked.

"monster." she winced.

"i'm going to take your shirt off." he said as he gently pushed y/n's shirt above her head.

he neatly folded it and put it to the side. she felt her face get hot as the cool air touched her skin. he shut the door, making the moment feel a lot more intimate. he softly pushed her hair onto her shoulder.

he pressed down the wet towel once again. she bit her lip to not make a noise.

"you're alright." he reassured.

y/n heard water run from the faucet, and a few moments later, leo pressed a warm towel to her scar. thankfully, it didn't burn. y/n felt herself relax as the warm towel touched her skin.

"is it bad?" she asked.

"no." he said softly. "it'll be better in no time."

a weight lifted off of y/n's shoulders. she felt his warm hand hold onto her shoulder as he pressed down on her wound with the cloth.

"tell me if i'm using too much pressure." he reminded.

it was kind of weird, seeing a calm, serious, concerned, leo. she was so used to him doing some weird shenanigans: whether it was reprogramming a dragon or flirting with every single female entity he could find.

after a few minutes, leo stepped away, and y/n felt cold again. he returned, drying her back. she felt his fingers graze her scar as he applied something that felt like lotion. it felt cold and she sat up a little.

"you're okay, it's just antibiotic ointment." he said calmly.

she felt his fingers once again as he applied something else. he stepped away for a moment and returned with what y/n believed to be gauze.

"okay, lean forward for me." he instructed.

he began dressing her wound with some white squares. he took away his hand, causing her upper back to be met with a cold gust of air. he instead placed it on her lower side as he continued to put gauze on her scar.

"you're doing great." he assured.

he set the gauze in place with what felt like medical tape.

"all done." he said, going to wash his hands.

y/n spun herself around.

"thank you." she said softly.

"anytime." he smiled.

but it wasn't a devilish grin or a mischievous smirk. it was a "you're-going-to-be-okay" smile.

"were you crying?" he asked, looking at her face.

oh my gods, he could see her face.

"what? no. i was-"

"it's okay y/n." he chuckled, coming closer to her.

he cupped her face with his calloused hands as he wiped away the tear stains with his thumbs.

"you're okay."

she couldn't help but smile. for the first time in a decade, she actually felt okay. nevermind the fact that she had a huge cut on her back or that she was headed for the worst war of her life. for once, she just felt alright. they locked eyes as their faces moved towards each-others. y/n felt their lips lock as leo's warm hands moved to her waist, pulling her close to him. one of her hands held leo's face as the other explored his curly hair. leo closed the gap between them as they kissed intensely, his hands driving her foward as she pulled him closer to her. after what felt like a while, the two finally pulled away, breathing heavily.

"lights out! if you're not in bed right now-" coach hedge's voice echoed through the ship.

y/n turned around as leo pretended to clean equipment.

he burst through the infirmary.

"what are you two doing?" he asked, holding his golf club.

"cleanin' up, hedge." leo answered.

"cleanin' up?" he asked, walking in. "where's your shirt missy?"

y/n pointed to the cut on her back.

"hm." he said. "you cupcakes better be in bed in ten minutes!"

"goodnight hedge." leo waved as hedge stormed out.

they waited until they couldn't hear his footsteps before bursting out into laughter.

"i'll see you in ten minutes." y/n smiled, sliding off the examination table.

"yeah sure," leo said, following. "wait what?"

"y'know what i mean." she said, playfully hitting his arm as she put her t-shirt back on.

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Can I pleasee request a Lady Lesso x Never!student!reader platonic where the reader has a nightmare or something and Lady Lesso is making rounds through dormitories and notices the reader scared and confused and so she comforts her and stuff. Just angsty and fluffy and hurt/comfort. I love motherly Lesso.

Comatose- Lady LessoX NeverStudentReader (Platonic)

Synopsis: See ask :)

Warnings: Mentions of blood! Nightmares (night terrors) and being chased, descriptions of wounds, insecurities. Using some book descriptions. Please let me know if I missed anything! (I didn’t realize how much I used ‘darling’ until I reread it, sorry).

Word Count: 3.5k

A/n: I’m so happy for another request you have no idea. I LOVED this request so I hope I did it to your liking and I didn’t stretch it too much. I enjoyed writing this one and I also love motherly Lesso :). Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed!

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Your lungs were burning, rapidly inflating and deflating with each of your movements. Your feet were moving so fast you were practically flying.

But it wasn't fast enough.

You could feel everything and nothing at the same time. You could hear the blood coursing through your veins and the sound of the dirt and leaves crunching beneath your bare feet. The sound of your rapid breathing almost overpowering it all.

Mostly, you could hear them gaining on you, their boisterous steps creeping behind you. One foot right after the other. This was practically nothing for it, you knew that.

You would've gotten further if you hadn't tripped. On what it was, you didn't know. All you knew was that the half-second you were down was a half-second too long.

You could feel the blood trickling down your legs from your now injured knees, but it wasn't enough to get you to stop or slow. You were close to passing out from the lightheadedness you were feeling, the air rotating through your lungs too fast to make it to your head.

Don't. Stop. Running.

That's all you could think about. At least, that's what you tried to think about. Not the claw marks that now adorned your back, sliced through your pajamas.

You weren't too sure how you got to where you were, you were just in your dorm before this, right?

The vibrations from its steps grew stronger as it got closer, strong enough to make your running weak and you faltered once more. You tripped once again.

But what you didn't know, was that you weren't running in the forest but the school's corridors. And it wasn't a twig you tripped on but you had run into the corner of the corridor wall.

Your scream-like yelp would've attracted the attention of anyone and everyone if it wasn't in the early hours of the morning.

But it attracted the attention of one.

Lesso was on patrol in the South corridor when she heard an unknown noise in the East corridor. Your dormitory corridor was the West corridor, but you'd been running too fast around the school and you managed your way through the North corridor.

Lesso was beyond ready to catch a student out of bed past curfew, it had been far too long since she's had some fun in the Doom Room.

She set herself on a mission to uncover the source of the sound. Unbeknownst to her, she would walk right into it.

You could feel the breath of the creature on your wound, an unwelcome heat covering you. You couldn't see where you were going, the only thing you knew was that you just had to get away from where you were.

You desperately wanted to stop running, to breathe properly, but mainly you just wanted to sleep. To get back in your hardly comfortable Never bed, to return to a dreamless sleep. But you couldn't. Stop. Running.

You were sure you saw the end, the out of this hell maze you were suddenly in. But you were wrong. The claws pierced into your back, causing a scream to come from you as you crashed into the ground.

Only it wasn't the ground, but the Dean.

She hadn't even had enough time to be angry before she saw your terror-stricken face.

"No! No! Release me! Please!" You all but screamed with tears streaming down your face, the beast had finally captured you.

Or that's what you thought.

To say Lesso was confused would be an understatement. She placed her arms around you to attempt to stabilize your flailing form, but she wasn't doing too well.

"Y/n? Y/n, hey!" She had no idea what was going on, that is until she saw your glazed-over eyes.

Your horror-filled features looked at Lesso, but that's not what you saw. What you truly saw, she didn't know, but Lesso knew you would never look at her like that, at least she prayed to whatever creator that you never would.

"Please..." Your voice was frail. "Please let me go, I-I just want to go..." Lesso knew you weren't fully there but she wasn't fully sure how to get you to return either.

In a desperate attempt for your return, she placed two fingers on your temple. You weren't asleep exactly but you weren't awake. Maybe a slight jolt could bring you back. Lady Lesso had no other ideas.

At the slight shock to your temple, your vision cleared.

You weren't staring into the red eyes of a terrible beast anymore, but the Amethyst eyes of your Dean.

Seeing her shock and concern all tied into her features made you break down. Well, you were on the border of breaking down already, but at that moment you felt so safe.

"I, I just want to sleep..."

As you hid your face in the crook of her arms, the very arms that still held onto you tightly, she finally got a look at you.

Sweat covered nearly every inch of you, but that was the least of her worries. Both of your knees were significantly scraped and bleeding, the blood effortlessly running down your legs. Your entire left side was scraped and now bruised, the bruise covering practically your entire arm.

Lady Lesso didn't know if this was your doing, or the doing of another. It was almost too much to be self-inflicted.

"Y/n?" Lesso's voice was extremely soft and delicate, almost to the point where you couldn't hear it.

"Mhm." You hummed in acknowledgment, still desperately trying to catch your breath.

Lesso adjusted her hold on you, careful to not come into contact with your injuries. She knew you were finally lucid again. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue but she hadn't yet.

She was waiting for your hyperventilating to die down, for your heart to stop vibrating, for you to calm down at least to a fraction of what you were currently at.

"Darling?"

"Yes?" Your breathing was still rapid but it was slow enough that you could finally speak.

"What- what was that?" Lesso was still trying to wrap her head around what happened.

You hid your face further into her, not caring that it was the Dean of Evil that you were hiding in.

"I, uh, I get nightmares..." You sheepishly answered.

That was a nightmare? Lesso knew you weren't present but she couldn't imagine a nightmare so bad it would cause you to end up bloody and bruised in her arms. How torturous it must to be be mentally and physically affected by a dream.

"Okay. Come with me, darling, I'll get you cleaned up."

She pulled you up, but your weak and pained body caused you to nearly collapse again. And you would've if it weren't for Lesso catching you last minute.

Your knees couldn't keep from buckling and your feet were sore from running.

Lesso practically carried you all the way to her office, luckily her office wasn't too far.

Though you were finally present, you still weren't really there. The exhaustion from not technically sleeping was blatantly obvious. Lesso set you down on her couch, the one in front of her fireplace, as she summoned a bunch of first aid supplies for you.

She could see the way you stared through her into nothingness, the large bags under your eyes that wouldn't budge.

She lit the fireplace with a wave of her hand, hoping to rid you of the goosebumps on your skin.

"Y/n?" She attempted again.

"Hmm?" You responded but you didn't move.

"When was the last time you actually slept? A night's sleep without a nightmare, I mean." Lesso wasn't sure if every nightmare involved your body being physically awake.

"Uh, how long have I uh, been at the school?"

Lesso frowned at your question but thought on it for a moment, "About three years, why?"

"Then it's been, four years." You didn't even blink as you spoke, and Lesso's heart ached for you.

A part of her was pleased that it wasn't the school that caused them, but she wished she knew about them sooner. After all, these weren't just nightmares.

Lesso wasn't sure what to say, so she said nothing. She grabbed some antiseptic on a cloth and began wiping your wounds clean.

Only at the sting of the cleaner did you break out of your trance-like state, a wince coming from you as you pull your knee back from Lesso.

She abruptly looked at you, "I apologize, but I have to clean your wounds so they don't get infected." You blinked a few times before giving your knee back to her, allowing her to continue.

"Sorry..." You shyly added.

"There's no need for you to be sorry, darling." She responded, tossing the blood and dirt-soiled cloth into the fire before grabbing a fresh one. "Have you told anyone about these?" She continued to work on cleaning up your wounds.

"Uh no, I haven't. But they weren't always this bad." You watched as she switched to your other knee, eyes closing in anticipation of the sting.

"Maybe I could help." You looked at her curiously, not expecting her to want to help.

"You'd do that?"

She paused, looking up at you with a soft smile, "I would, it wouldn't hurt to try. Has there been any times when you last remember not having a nightmare in these last few years?"

You thought about it for a second. And there was.

But you couldn't tell her.

Your cheeks reddened and you began to retreat into yourself, you shook your head at her question.

But it was clear she didn't believe you.

Her look narrowed, expecting the truth from you, "Yes there is. What is it, darling?" You knew she only wanted to help.

And damn were you aching for a good night's sleep.

Your voice was small, "I had a sleepover with my friend a little while back, and I didn't have a nightmare."

"Ah," Now it made sense why you were quick to hide this admission. "Nothing to be ashamed of, darling."

Lesso knew just what you needed, and at your shocked and confused face, she also knew that you wanted it too but couldn't bring yourself to ask for it.

"A-are you sure? I mean, I'm just a measly-"

"That's enough," She gently yet sternly cut you off. "If that's what you need, there's no harm in at least trying it."

You wanted to argue, but you wanted to sleep more.

Lesso finished up your knees with a bandage, knowing that you'd likely need them to be changed in the morning. Well, later morning.

You were confused when she sat beside you but didn't even look at your face.

When you realized she was looking at your arm, your line of sight shifted to look at what she was seeing.

A gasp involuntarily left you when you saw bruised whelps already on your arm. It was never this bad. She gently grabbed your arm to examine the marks closer.

"I'm assuming you ran into the corridor walls or maybe you fell on this side, I'm not entirely sure." She answered the question you hadn't yet voiced.

Your face contorted in pain as she cleaned this would too, adamant about preventing infection, "I'm sorry, darling, I must. Luckily, it's not too bad here like on your knees." You only nodded at her words.

She still wrapped your arm, knowing it'll help keep it clean.

You released a breath of relief as she finally ceased her actions, with nothing left to clean.

"What about my back?" You asked.

She moved to get a look at your back, "It's not bleeding or anything, is it sore?"

You were confused.

"But? It got clawed?" Now Lesso was confused too.

"May I?" Lesso asked in reference to your shirt, wanting to know if there was an injury that she couldn't see.

You nodded and allowed her to get a look, she lifted your shirt and then spoke, "I'm not seeing any marks or anything here, darling."

Your brows furrowed in silent questioning.

"Darling, would you like to tell me about this nightmare?" She gently asked, replacing your shirt to how it was before.

"It's the same few dreams but lately it's the same one," You looked at Lesso, seeing the concern and care in her features. "I'm in bed and then I'm suddenly in a forest running from a beast. But, at some point, I trip or it claws me and I get caught. Sometimes it's both."

That's when it clicked for Lesso, and a feeling of relief came to her when you weren't looking at her like a monster but you were actually looking at a beast.

"I'm sorry, darling, I'm sure that's exhausting,"

"It is, but I don't think I've ever actually gotten out of bed and started running outside of my dream before..."

"Well, sometimes these horrors can be so powerful and unpredictable that it is indeed possible. I've just never seen it to your extent."

You sighed in disappointment, thinking that you'd never be rid of these nightly horrors.

"Don't give up on me yet, darling. There's something we've yet to try." She placed her hand on your shoulder.

You looked into her eyes, mouth open but she didn't allow you to speak, "Yes, I am sure. You need some sleep." You simply blinked and nodded in acceptance.

Lesso can see the pure exhaustion that practically coated your face.

"Okay, come on, time for bed." She stood up and pulled your tired form with her.

You coyly followed beside her, never had you thought that you'd end up sleeping alongside the Dean. But at this point, if it helped you sleep you didn't care what it was, you'd do it.

You just hoped that this was, indeed, going to help.

"Is there anything you'd need?" You just shook your head. "Okay, go ahead and get comfortable, darling,"

Before Lesso could finish, she saw your concerned and scared look, "Not to worry, I just need to change first. I'll return, I promise."

You only nodded again, too tired to actually speak.

"Good, I'll be back in a moment."

As she turned into her bathroom to change, you took a quick glance around her quarters. You knew you probably shouldn't, it is an invasion, but you couldn't help it.

You were slightly surprised to see the room littered with books everywhere, an occasional candle placed in different places, but it was oddly warm for a Never dormitory. Must come with being the Dean, you thought.

You would've looked a little more but it was dark and you were more tired than curious at the moment.

You sheepishly moved to the bed, and the reality of the situation begin to set in. You moved from the edge to lay on the far side of the bed, not yet moving to be under the covers.

Once Lesso finally exited the bathroom, she was expecting you to be all bundled up in the duvet but was confused to see you sitting up with your legs crossed.

"Darling, you do know that you're allowed in the bed right?"

"I, uh, yeah, I do." You practically whispered.

She nodded, beginning to come to the bed, "Good, so maybe it would help if you did that." She raised her brow.

You looked at your fidgeting fingers, "Y-yeah, sorry." You scurried up and off the bed.

Only then did Lesso realize her mistake, "Darling no, I'm sorry. It's alright, come on, just get comfortable so you can finally get some rest." She came up beside you and lifted the corner of the duvet beside you.

You wordlessly got in the bed, instantly enjoying the softness of the sheets. Lesso couldn't help but smile as she saw you pull the duvet up under your chin and snuggle further into the bed.

She was always proud of you but was always confused. She knew there was something off and she finally knew what. Every day, you put on a facade, one that showed you being energized and happy. And that wasn't the case.

Lesso got into her side of the bed, just ready for slumber herself.

"Lady Lesso?" You whispered.

"Yes, darling?"

She could sense the embarrassment in your voice, the shyness not hiding, "Would it be alright if- actually never mind." You realized halfway through asking that you were being ridiculous.

Asking the Dean of Evil? Asking her if you could rest against her? How idiotic you thought.

"Darling, the answer will never be a yes if you never ask." Lesso had a feeling of what you were asking but if you wanted it then you can ask for it.

She knew that she shouldn't be so vigorous with you right now, but she's still the Dean of Evil and can't help it.

A soft sigh came from you, you just wanted to sleep, "Could I, would it be okay if I rested closer beside you?" Your voice was just above a whisper and you instantly were ready for the no to come.

But it didn't.

"Of course, you can." You were stunned but you kept quiet and shuffled closer to the Dean.

You instantly enjoyed and relaxed in her warmth as you came up just beside her.

Lesso didn't think you were being serious when you asked to rest near her, but you were. You stopped just shy of touching her. Lesso couldn't have that.

"Come on, I don't bite." She raised her arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you to actually rest on her.

You kind of froze, not expecting her to do that, but it lasted a mere moment before you practically melted into her embrace, sleep finally coming to you once more.

Lesso didn't admit it but she could feel you fight the sleep off, every time you drifted off you flinched back awake. She still hated this for you, hating that sleep was so hard for you.

It wasn't the nightmare you were afraid of, it was the potential of hurting Lesso. But it got to the point where fighting sleep was becoming too difficult, so against your wishes you gave in.

You finally allowed yourself to sleep.

And you were glad you did.

Lesso knew that the moment you allowed yourself to sleep that she could finally sleep herself, only once she was sure you were safe.

And for the first time in years, the first time in who knows how long, you slept without interruptions.

No nightmare, for the first time in ages.

You woke up with ease, not in a cold sweat. You woke up to the sun, not to pain and screams. You actually slept well.

You were distracted by a sound, and at that moment is when you realized you were alone.

You were confused about how you slept through her getting out of bed. What time was it?

When Lesso came back in, she was pleasantly surprised to see you awake.

"Am I late? Did I miss my first class?" You shot up, now suddenly worried. You couldn't miss class.

Lesso felt bad at your reaction, "Well, yes, you missed all of your classes." She saw your look shift into horror. "Don't worry, I excused you from your classes today. I decided that you needed your sleep." She left no room for any debate.

"Uh, what time is it?"

Lesso glanced at a clock in the corner of her room, "It looks to be about 6 pm."

"6 pm?!" You couldn't believe it, you hadn't slept over 12 hours in a long time.

"I have a dinner waiting for you just in my office, that's actually why I came back in, to see if you were in fact still alive." She joked though you were still taking things in.

"Thank you,"

She nodded, "It's not a problem."

You looked her in the eyes, "No, I mean, thank you. For last night. It, it really helped."

A simple smile came to her face, "I'm glad it helped," She was proud to be the one that helped you.

You got out of bed to enjoy the meal that was graciously brought for you. You were beyond grateful for Lady Lesso, she helped you more than you could have ever imagined.

Lesso watched on as you ate your meal, she could see that there was something that you wanted to say, to ask maybe, but decided against it. She could see just how grateful you were, it was clear in the way you showed her a smile.

At that moment, you didn't realize that your future nights were set to be shared with the Dean again. Maybe you could work your way to be able to sleep on your own, but Lesso knew that won't be anytime soon.

And she didn't mind.

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[ingravinoveritas]

"We've all got to be fighting that fight every day."

Happy Pride, everyone...

[hana-no-seiiki]

yandere! husband who’s so fucking in love with you that even dreaming about kissing another person makes him wake up in cold sweat, rushing to the bathroom to wash his lips raw.

funny how even as he proceeded to surround himself with water, only the guilt drowned him.

[arbitrarydreams]

Been feeling kind of miserable, so bought a massive squishmallow and got my tragus pierced.

[ainsi-soit-il]

The thing about being religious is you'll talk about your beliefs and/or experiences with non-religious people, and they'll sort of pat you on the head and say, "Yes, what a nice little idea, I'm glad that you have your beliefs to comfort you!" and every time you have to bite your tongue because your religion isn't just a "nice little idea" to you, it's a cosmic truth that underlies all things, and furthermore, although God Himself has comforted you, that doesn't mean that faith itself is comfortable, but if you put any of that into words, they'll look at you funny.

[dawneternal]

now my head's splitting at the seams

✴︎ in the labyrinth of my pain, would you find me?

✴︎ Azriel x Valkyrie reader, platonic Cassian x reader

✴︎ Summary: you miss a few days of training, down with a bad migraine. It turns out Cassian has a few misconceptions about your condition and, possibly, about pain itself.

✴︎ Warnings: mentions of nausea and vomiting (no descriptions), pain, toxic positivity and ableism, internalized ableism, Cassian's a jerk in the first half. Also I'm so sorry for the tense changing back and forth 💀 I would definitely not call this one a masterpiece

✴︎ Word Count: 3.4k

AO3 Link / Writing Masterlist

✴︎ Notes: somehow writing out my feelings about having a migraine turned into something pretentious about pain and ableism. I think a lot about John Green's "pain is the opposite of language" and how much that's changed my perception of pain

Also listen I love Cassian and I have no problems with him but I had to pick someone to take my feelings out on I'm sorry 💛 also just want to acknowledge that everyone experiences migraines differently and it's not a topic I'm an expert on so I'm sorry if you don't feel well represented by this.

Tbh I could write several essays about the way pain and disability are handled in the acotar books but that's for another time.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you squeeze your eyes shut tighter and twist your knuckle into the pressure point at the base of your palm, chasing the momentary relief it'll give you from your nausea. It works for a minute, and you're considering making your way to the bathroom before another wave hits you when your bedroom door flies open.

"You're late," Cassian's voice bellows through the room and he doesn't see you wince. He strides into the room, footsteps booming across the floorboards, and he's left the door open behind him, letting a traitorous amount of light into your dark room. What good were black out curtains if your darkness was going to be invaded like this anyways?

"Oh my gods you've got to talk quieter," You curl tighter around yourself, head clutched in your hands.

"So you're hungover?" He stops near your bed, arms crossed as he towers over you.

"No, I have a migraine."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

You squint up at him, scowling, swallowing every bad word threatening to spill off your tongue. Though maybe he deserves it for coming into your room without asking.

"Please leave," You say quietly, all the venom you could usually imbue into your voice completely swallowed by your current condition.

"You've missed three days of training." He says by way of answering, definitely not following your request to lower his volume. "You can't coddle yourself like this."

His words punch the air from your lungs. Coddle? Something terrible is rising in your gut, along with the desperate thought that you can't deal with this right now.

"I'm not - this isn't - I don't think you understand how much it hurts." You scramble for words, cheeks heated from pain and anger.

"You've gotta push through it," He says, no hint of sympathy.

"Cassian please."

"I'm not leaving until you agree to come with me."

You don't have time to respond before you're running to the bathroom and throwing up whatever you'd managed to keep down last night, head throbbing with every movement.

Breathing hard, you lean back from the toilet and clutch your head in your hands. The silence rings in your ears and you aren't sure if Cassian is still there or if he finally took mercy on you and left, until his voice makes it's way to you, with just a hint of remorse in it -

"I'd better see you up there."

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Cassian did not see you at training that morning, and you're assuming you've bruised his ego because the next day he doubles down.

The thing is, Rhysand knew of your condition. The other priestesses knew. It's only Cassian being out of the loop and if he understood what a migraine felt like, you're certain he wouldn't be dragging you up there. You were used to dealing with people who didn't understand, had worked hard to learn how to give yourself kindness no matter what other people said. But it's like he knew exactly what things to say, what buttons to press to undo all of that progress.

It was like he'd pulled off your armor, piece by piece, leaving you cold and exposed. Going back to that world where weakness was your given name and it hurt worse than stepping into the ring and fighting the pain. If you could prove him wrong, just make it through a couple of hours, you could return to your sanctuary of darkness. And at least then, you wouldn't hate yourself on top of everything else.

So you followed him up to the training ring, struggling to open your eyes all the way in the morning light, hunched over to make the pain down your shoulders and neck just a bit more bearable. You sway on your feet, but Cassian either doesn't notice or doesn't care.

When he moves aside, revealing your small, huddled frame trailing beside him, Gwyn gasps.

"Cassian!" She cries, her tone scathing, and the hint of smug triumph slips from his face. It disappears completely as Gwyn rushes to your side, folding you into her arms to block your eyes from the light. You groan into her shoulder and go limp in her arms, grateful for the support.

Azriel stands to the side, watching with narrowed eyes. His arms are crossed over his chest like Cassian's, but there is no determination or judgment in his posture or expression. There's angry, crackling flames as he watches the redheaded Valkyrie thread her fingers through your hair and murmur soft comfort.

"She missed training all this week," Cassian says, but he's not barking any more. He's feeling a little bit small underneath the glares that pin him where he stands.

"Yeah, we know," Gwyn says, and it's the closest she's gotten to snapping at him in the whole time they've known each other. She turns to you and her eyes soften. "Let's get you back to bed, love."

"No," You murmur, guilt and shame bringing your resolve to the surface once more. You gently push her away to stand on your own, raising your squinted eyes to meet Cassian's. "I can do it. I'll be fine."

She watches you take shaky steps to the nearest mat and begin stretching, body obviously stiff from a few days in bed. You're conscious of all the eyes on you, far too sympathetic for your liking. This is exactly what you hated.

"Are we starting or not?" You let out a stiff laugh, too aware that your words are lightly slurred. That is absolutely not helping the hangover accusations.

The other priestesses shuffle to get into place, bumping into each other as they move to find their positions. There was still a horrible silence, crackling with fierce anger, all rippling in Cassian's direction. He halfheartedly called a few orders, visibly uncomfortable with the energy in the ring.

And you tried. You tried hard. To move your body through the stretches like normal. But your muscles protested every move, threatening to lock back up, sending stabs of pain through your skull. It didn't take long for the nausea to take over, forcing you to the edge of the ring, doubled over and dry heaving.

"This is ridiculous," Gwyn scoffs before she's at your side again. "You're going to back to bed."

"I will not be weak," You growl at her, panting as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, "I am not lazy."

Gwyn's head snaps around to find Cassian, mouth dropped open in fury as she silently dares him to confirm that he may have suggested weakness to you.

"You're not and you know it," She says softly, hauling you up and leading you away from the training ring. “Don't do that to yourself.”

Cassian is feeling like he's surrounded by wolves, all the glares that are being sent his way. He understands by now that he's messed up, and in front of a group that may not be easily inclined to forgive him. He's sure every single one of them has experienced the disbelief that he foolishly shoved your way. For their pain, or for anything else.

He thought you would snap back to your normal self after a bit of warming up, shake off your symptoms with a bit of movement and sunshine. You were strong enough to, if you wanted to. He'd seen it before. He thought you just didn't want to.

A small, firm hand lands on his arm and he finds himself looking down at Nesta. There's sympathy in her expression, but her eyes twinkle with the threat of a nasty bite if he dares to say anything stupid.

"She gets them after particularly bad flashbacks," Nesta says, "Or sometimes they're just random. Madja says there's no fix for the pain but darkness and sleep."

Cassian's stomach twists so terribly he thinks he might puke, too. In the midst of attempting to instill resilience, he's understanding that he knows nothing of this kind of pain. This is something different, something that cannot be conquered in the same way as emotional pain, as every day aches and injuries. You are a soldier in a battle he has no strategy for.

He may understand the concept of emotional resilience, of getting back up and into the training ring when you don't want to. But this is different.

The final blow, the thing that makes him want to cower and hide, is meeting his brother's eyes. Seeing the fire there transports him back in time, sending flashes of a smaller Azriel pushing himself too hard, determined to show the world that he'd never be less because of the damage to his hands. Fighting against words far too similar to the ones his own brother had spouted to you this morning, desperate to become strong enough that no one would ever doubt his pain and live.

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It was not a surprise that Cassian found himself in Rhysand's office later, confessing how thoroughly he'd fucked up, desperate for a little direction in how to fix this mess.

"It has to be their choice," Rhysand is saying, eyes meeting Cassian's over his glass.

Cassian's mouth opens and closes as he tries to conjure a response. He knows that. Of course he knows that. But apparently, his brain had not wrapped around how far that concept might go.

Cassian let out a grunt as he sat back in his chair, arms crossed. Rhysand knew he didn't have to push any further, he recognized the conflict in his brother's eyes. So he sat with him, quiet, while he processed.

"Do you want to know what it feels like?" He broke the since after a while, as the idea came to him.

"What?" Cassian blinked, startled from his thoughts.

"A migraine," Rhys explained, "Do you want to know what it feels like?"

Cassian frowned, studying his brother's expression for anything resembling amusement, but there was none. So he nods.

Not even a full second later, his skull is attacked with throbbing pain, deep in the base of his neck. He hadn't even noticed the fae lights before, but now they overwhelm him, causing a dull pain to surface behind his eyes. Nausea curled up his throat, threatening ruthlessly.

"Oh gods," He leaned forward and clutched his head in his hands, finding that his limbs trembled under his own weight.

"Do you push yourself when you feel like this?" Rhysand asked softly, not taunting. Prompting.

"I don't really ever feel like this," Cassian grumbled out.

"Hm," Rhysand mused, his brows drawing together. He'd experienced episodes like these often, under the mountain. He knew that Azriel struggled with them through his teenage years, like his brain still struggled to process his senses outside of a dark cell.

Deep in thought, he only remembered to ease up on Cassian's mind when his brother whimpered.

"Some say pain cannot truly be described with language," Rhys says, gaze somewhere else as Cassian gulps down air. "And that your pain is one of the few things that is truly yours, that you can never share. Even if you manage to describe it, it will never be felt by anyone else."

"I thought she was just hungover," Cassian says, but he's not defending himself. Rhysand knows.

"What if she was, though?" He tilts his head to the side, watching his brother carefully.

And that is the thing that had begun to unfurl within Cassian as he stood surrounded by the priestesses he'd wronged. He understood that having true control of your body meant that dictating how pain is handled had to be yours, too. He understood that pushing someone to deal with pain in his own way was a violation in and of itself. He had stepped into the world that you had carefully balanced and re-built around your condition and dared to tell you that you may have done it wrong.

"Will she get better?" He asks, thinking of the agony he'd just experienced for a few short minutes. The same one that you'd been experiencing for three days, now.

"It's hard to say," Rhysand shrugs, "Madja says she will likely experience these off and on for the rest of her life, but she may have some periods of remission."

He tilts his head at his brother again, "You know that a majority of the priestesses have an invisible disability of similar kinds, right? They won't get better. They will be in pain every day until they die."

Rhysand sighs, thinking of the hundreds - possibly thousands - of tins of salve that Azriel has gone through, numbing the pain of his nerve damage. Trembling hands hidden in black gloves, tucked into his body and away from the world. And that is the reason he's bothering telling Cassian of any of this. Otherwise, he might let him figure it out on his own.

"But the healers-" Cassian begins.

"Are there to help them cope with their emotional pain and trauma," Rhysand nods, "But some of them, a lot of them, were disabled as a result of what they went through and will never get better. Like Clotho.”

Oh.

It clicks in Cassian's mind, then. Who else Rhys meant. Who else Cassian had insulted. He had never barged into Azriel's room, insisting that he still train even when he could not flex his fingers without wincing, without trembling too hard to hold a glass of water. But he'd done it to you, in front of him. And that pinned his disbelief on Azriel all the same.

Azriel's pain, your pain, were enemies that neither of you could defeat. And here he was, shoving a sword into your hands, and insisting that you try.

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A soft knock sounds against your door, so quiet you almost don't hear it. You stare at it, wondering if you should pretend that you didn't. But then the knob turns slowly and it opens just a crack, and a soft voice is saying into the darkness,

"Hey, it's Azriel. Can I come in?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and you watch his shadows dancing back and forth through the thin wedge of light he's letting in.

"Sure," You say, moving quickly to smooth your rumpled clothes and tangled hair before he steps in. You're not exactly sure what he thinks of you after this morning.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him. His eyes seem to glow in the darkness, an amber-honey color, and somehow you can still see his shadows, like they're even darker than your room with no light.

"I just wanted to check on you," He says, crouching down beside your bed so you don't have to sit up.

"I'm okay," You say, still getting over the surprise of the Shadowsinger in your space. It's true, though, you suppose. You're used to all of your other symptoms by now, and your heart hurts worse than your head.

"He's an idiot sometimes," Azriel says, basically spits. A smile begins to spread on your face so he continues, “Like, sometimes he's just an asshole, straight up. But this time, believe it or not, I think he actually meant well and was just an idiot.”

“I know,” You give him a sad smile and all of the anger melts from his face.

“I think he went to buy flowers if that makes you feel any better,” He sighs. You know he's just as mad at Cassian as you are, maybe even more mad. But he still can't help vouching for him. It's definitely going to take more than flowers to forgive him, but it's a good start. You also appreciate that Azriel has bothered to warn you ahead of time, in case you wanted to avoid Cassian's apology.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, so quietly. And you wonder who else has earned this tenderness from him.

“It's not too bad right now,” you say truthfully, though you know that sitting up or going outside might be pushing your luck.

“Still hurts?”

“Yeah. Still hurts.”

He nods. “I can try something that helps me, sometimes.”

You search his eyes for a moment, then nod.

“Can I touch your face?” He asks, almost a whisper.

Your heart leaps into your throat and you fight to keep your face neutral as you nod again, no idea what he's planning to do with you.

Slowly, leaving enough time for you to stop him, he reaches out. He's not wearing gloves, like usual, and in the dark you can just barely make out the uneven silhouette of his dimpled, scarred hands.

His fingers land gently on your forehead, and he presses his thumb between your brows. Gently at first, and then harder, circling a tender point under your skin. It makes the pain in your head sharper, and you let out a hiss.

“I know,” He says, “Bear with me a minute.”

You close your eyes, biting back a whimper, but after a moment the pain begins to ease. He keeps going for a few minutes and you feel your whole body relax, pain free for the first time in days.

You don't realize how much you've leaned into his touch until he gently pulls away and you find your head falling forward with him.

“What is that?” You open your eyes and blink at him.

“A pressure point,” He grins, and it almost looks like he's blushing.

“That's magical,” you say. You hesitate for a moment, and then, “you can sit on the bed if you want.”

Azriel smiles and straightens, and you move your pillow to the side to make space for him. He slides off his boots and sits on the bed next to you, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. You place your pillow next to his lap and settle back into it.

“Thank you,” You say, your body feeling lighter than it has in days.

“Of course,” he says.

A silence settles, but it's not uncomfortable. There's something in it that you understand. He's just keeping you company. Here to sit with you in your pain.

It's easy to relax in his presence, between his calm aura and the pain relief he's offered you. And you find yourself spilling the question that's been circling though your mind since this morning.

“What if I can't fight, someday? What if I can't be a Valkyrie anymore?”

Azriel stills beside you. It's a long moment before he says anything. You're tense beside him, and it makes you flinch when he brings his hand so gently to rest on your head. Not moving, just resting.

“First,” He says, in the same soft voice, “You'll always be a Valkyrie. Because you cut the ribbon. Because you sisters will never let you go. And because I know for a fact that the Valkyries did not strip their warriors of their title if they became disabled by an illness or an injury.”

“Really?” You breathe.

“Mhm,” He hums in affirmation. You forget sometimes that he knows the Valkyries from more than history books.

“And second,” His voice drops lower, like he's sharing a secret with you. His hand moves, fingers slipping gingerly through your hair. And it makes you realize that he came here with his hands uncovered as an offer of solidarity. Combing his scarred fingers through your hair, he is offering you vulnerability, like recompense for what you bared this morning. A trade. A truce.

“If you cannot fight,” He continues, “Then you will show the world that a formidable woman can be made from more than fighting skills. You will still be - will always be - something incredible.”

Tears prickle at your eyes, form a lump in your throat. You reach up to grasp his hand, the only thank you that you can manage in the moment, and he lets you.

There's another silence, as he holds your hand in the dark.

“Who helps you?” You ask, turning to look up at him. He watches your eyebrows knit together, so serious, and he swallows a smile.

“What do you mean?” He says.

You bring one finger up to tap the space between his own eyebrows.

“With your pain? Who helps you like you helped me?”

“Um,” He shrugs, “Sometimes Rhys if he has time. Otherwise, no one.”

That's what you thought, but it still makes your heart twist in your chest. It takes a deep breath before you have the courage to say the next words out loud.

“You should tell me next time you're in pain. And I'll help.”

Azriel stares back at you, something bewildered in his eyes. Because he sees your suggestion for what it is. The same thing he offered you. A trade. A truce.

A beginning.

“Yes,” He whispers into the dark, and his hand closes around yours. “I will.”

[timethehobo]

Another sketch cos I’m having feels after listening to that ep, ok?

[trysomemilk]

The Sun of Maranello

and The Rain of Milton Keynes

[dykedvonte]

I think depictions of Anya being cruel to Curly or drawing out his suffering are artful and chilling but completely miss the point of the story and her character.

I'm not saying she doesn't deserve to have that "I told you so" moment with him but not in something callous or cold. Even if that is how it happened, she'd immediately feel guilty cause at that point she's not tormenting her tormenter or even the person truly at fault. She's doing something cathartic, similar to how Jimmy likely hits Curly to release rage he can't against the rest of the crew. She'd see herself as no different when she'd come back from the moment and see Curly cowering at her. She wants someone to take responsibility but how does being cruel to the defenseless help? Why would she want the power Jimmy has over her over Curly?

The idea of her extending someone else's pain is just so against the struggles she already faces and how she can't even bring herself to cause someone pain even to help them. Her very desire is to release herself from her own suffering and I doubt she'd even fine some sort of guilty release in being cruel to another.

[smoolio]

Oh boy I drew this a little while ago and forgot to post it rip

[chaoticace2005]

I stopped the clip of Angel and Nuggets reuniting and excuse me but what the FUCK

LOOK AT THIS GUY! LOOK AT HIM!!!!!

LET HIM BE HAPPY!!!!!

ALSO FAT NUGGETS’ FACE?! THE AMOUNT OF LOVE HE HAS FOR ANTHONY?! IF THAT PIG GETS HURT—

VALENTINO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I AM GOING TO K I L L YOU

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Aliferous- Lady Lesso x NeverTeacherFemReader!

Aliferous: Having wings; Winged.

Synopsis: You have some difficulty hiding your pain after a while, and to your dismay it doesn’t go unnoticed. Lady Lesso comes to you to find out more about the situation, and finds out more about you than she thought possible. Lesso comforts you through the pain.

Warnings: (none?) Implications of feelings for one another

Word Count: 3.1k

A/n: This is my first work posted on Tumblr! I hope you guys enjoy it! I usually post onto AO3 but when I had read all the work for Lady Lesso on AO3, I started reading on Tumblr. I loved this community and I decided that I’d post my work here too! Also, I can't even tell you guys how long this was in the works. Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed!

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

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Lesso had heard enough, the last two students walking passed her made her realize it, in fact, was of her concern.

She had heard some whispers about something being off with you, about how you were clearly in pain or uncomfortable. She wasn't too bothered by the murmurs, you can take care of yourself and have proven it, so when she heard the students near worries about you, she just brushed it off.

Until it got to be quite a few students talking about it. She knew something was off if multiple students not only noticed it but were discussing it.

That's what led her on her current mission. Your classroom. You taught Villain Talents, fitting for you for various reasons.

You were the daughter of Maleficent, yes the Maleficent. You inherited her stunning and nefarious powers, as well as having a pair of magnificent wings like hers. Of course, they were no match to hers, but they still had a nearly seven-foot span with shiny charcoal feathers, elegantly finished with horns at the top of them. They were a near duplicate of your mother's.

And they were the cause of your current predicament.

You've kept them hidden from the moment you arrived at the School for Good and Evil. You weren't ashamed of them, in fact, you were quite proud of them, but you needed to protect them.

You weren't risking a damn thing after what happened with your mother, you trusted no one but yourself with your wings.

Keeping them hidden for so long had caused them to strain, the lack of use and minuscule stretching only making it worse. You could handle pain relatively well, you were a Never after all, but this was an entirely different pain. It was both internal and external, becoming quickly overwhelming. Not to mention it was constant and lasted, up to this point, every day.

You tried your best to keep it within you, not showing just how much pain you were truly in but you also tried to not succumb to it. Not until you absolutely have to.

Now, you were sitting at your desk and staring in the direction of nothing while your students were doing some work, but you didn't care about what they were (or likely weren't) doing. You tried thinking of anything and everything but the pain you were in.

You were pulled from your thoughts as your classroom door swiftly opened, slamming loudly against the stone wall. Upon seeing who it was, you straightened yourself. You certainly didn't want the Dean of Evil to catch you in a time of weakness. You just barely hid your wince at the straightening of your spine.

"Lady Lesso, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You watched as she stalked toward your desk.

With one look, you knew she saw right through you. You had no idea why, but she was able to, the only one that was ever able to. That helped contribute to you having a certain attraction toward the Dean, amongst a plethora of other things as well, but you never showed it.

"I have heard a few things from students and I came to check the credibility of such things." Her tone was nothing short of its usual fierceness and dominance, but it was a level quieter.

"I'm not quite sure I know what you mean." You didn't falter, even as she approached your side.

That was one of the things the Dean was fond of about you, you never faltered in her presence. It was the first thing she noticed about you, the fear she usually saw in people's eyes when they saw her, it was never present in yours.

"There is something going on. What is it." She didn't ask but demanded.

You thought about it for a split second. Were you truly about to do this? Yes. It was becoming too much for you to handle.

"Everyone out! Now!" You snapped as you dismissed the students, your eyes only straying from Lesso in the moment it took for you to dismiss everyone.

They wasted no time rushing out of the room, hardly caring about grabbing their things. You knew what was about to take place and you certainly didn't want more witnesses than needed.

"What is going on?" Lesso's tone shifted to concern, her face softening.

She'd never admit that she had a soft spot for you, but she did. She adored watching you teach, seeing the same passion for teaching and evil as she has. She took to you quite quickly, whether or not she noticed it.

You stood from your desk, leaving her question unanswered as you circled to the front and pulled off your blazer. You were only able to look at her for another second before you allowed your face to contort freely. You pulled off your undervest next.

"What are you doing?" Lesso's question changed as she saw you unbuttoning your white blouse.

It was the last thing standing between you and stretching your wings. And you'd be damned if anything was going to stop you now, let alone having Lesso seeing you slightly exposed. Showing your wings is the most exposed you can get.

You didn't notice Lesso looking at you in shock, and trying to not make her gawking obvious, from the pain being almost too much to concentrate on anything but it.

"You just have to trust me," You practically ripped off your blouse and threw it to the ground, standing in front of the Dean in just your bra.

She stayed unmoving and silent so you continued, "Promise me you won't run or freak out?" You all but begged, your voice coming out just shy of a whimper, not only from the pain but also fear she'd find you disgusting.

"There's no way I-"

You interrupted her with the expansion of your wings, a shadow casting over your desk as well as Lesso seeing that she hadn't moved from her spot beside your chair. You nearly cried out when they stretched to their full expansion, falling onto your knees in front of your desk.

Lesso was cemented into her place from confusion, not knowing of your wings, but only for a moment before she became mesmerized. She couldn't help but think your wings were magnificent.

You braced yourself on your desk, resting your forehead on your arms, and your wings twitched as you released a sigh. You didn't realize your breathing had sped up until you spoke.

"I couldn't contain them any longer." Your wings fluttered, creating a breeze in the room that blew a stray strand of hair out of the Dean's face.

"They're beautiful,"

Your head snapped to Lesso, "What?" You never heard anyone refer to them like that.

You could see the intrigue in her eyes as they wandered across every part of your wings, the many curiosities swirling within her.

"They're beautiful. Why do you hide them?"

"Because no one has ever seen my wings and thought of beauty. It wasn't just fear when they looked at me, it was disgust. So I hid them, to protect them."

You began flexing your wings, trying to get them used to the movement again. You did your best to hide your groans and looks of discomfort but you knew you weren't successful. Yeah, they were out in your quarters but that doesn't do much, not like fully extending them.

You finally managed to calm yourself, standing once again, you pulled your wings back to their relaxed state. You could hardly believe you just broke down like that, let alone in front of The Dean of Evil.

"Can I- can I touch them?" You saw her fingers twitch at her question.

You looked at her curiously, wondering why she would possibly want to touch them, but ultimately allowed it. You slightly turned so she could see them better, extending them out just a little more.

Your wing flinched away from her light touch on instinct, and slight pain, the feeling being entirely foreign to you. You didn't have to be looking to know her hand flinched away from you in response.

A part of you still wanted to fulfill her request, "Sorry, you can still feel them if you'd like."

It was a strange sensation, feeling a caressing hand on your wings, but at the same time, it was nice. A sigh came from your lips as her fingertips brushed the length of your right wing.

"Does it hurt to keep them hidden?" Lesso was being uncharacteristically kind, but it was a welcomed part of her.

"Usually, not really. But when you keep them hidden and unused for as long as I have, eventually they will."

"Why didn't you say anything to professor Dovey or me?" You turned back to face her.

"I won't risk losing them. My mother had hers brutally taken from her, I don't want that. Of course, she did end up getting them back, but that's not the point-"

Her curiosity was clear when she interrupted your sentence, "Why'd you allow me to see them then?"

"Because, Lady Lesso-"

"Leonora, you can call me Leonora."

A smile came to your face, "Because, Leonora, there's something about you. And I don't know what it is but I feel as if I can trust you with anything."

Leonora tried to ignore the goosebumps that arose on her skin when you spoke her name. She paused for a moment as if contemplating her next move or what to say without the risk of saying the wrong thing.

An unfamiliar look momentarily flashed on her face, "I'll ensure you won't regret it."

"Showing you my wings?"

"Trusting me."

"Oh, my dear, there's no way I could regret trusting you."

She tried hiding her blush at the pet name, trying to remain unaffected she raised a brow, "You seem sure of that."

Truthfully, you were partially afraid, but not of losing your trust in her. You knew long before this that she was the exception to most of your fears, but in turn, she created a new one. You weren't particularly close with Lesso but you knew you didn't want to lose her, and you didn't want to risk doing anything that would cause her to push you away. That's the exact reason why your desires to know more about her, to be with her, were left unvoiced.

"It's because I am." You playfully winked at her, catching on to slight reactions that she tried to ignore herself.

It took you a moment of silence, a comforting silence that was shared between you two, before realizing the exact situation you were in.

"Shit-" You scrambled for your blouse, trying to cover yourself.

You were still standing bare in front of her. And if anyone were to walk into your classroom right now, they'd have a list of questions that you don't feel like answering.

As soon as you had your blouse in your hands, you rushed to get it back on. Your wings, though still slightly painful, retracted back to the state they were in just 10 minutes ago.

You paused as you saw Lesso walking toward you again, grabbing each side of the unbuttoned top and pulling you a little closer to her.

You wouldn't admit what that move just did to you, "You don't have to hide anymore, especially not from me."

A soft smile came to your lips at her words, but then you took this opportunity to be yourself once more.

You raised your brow, "Oh, so you'd be perfectly content with just anyone seeing me topless?"

"No, that is just for my eyes to see." She replied with her signature smirk.

Her admission caused you to have a heart palpitation, instantly and helplessly thinking what that could've possibly meant, but it was another thing you didn't let on to, "Is it now?" You slowly licked your lips, keeping your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

You could feel your breath getting caught in your throat as her eyes glanced down to your lips and lingered for a second, "Indubitably."

When her eyes flicked back onto yours, a silent question waiting behind them, you leaped onto your moment of courage. Moving your hand to the back of her neck and pulling her in, wasting no time in connecting your lips with hers.

The hum that came from the redhead solidified your choice of the action. Your lips moved together harmoniously, everything around you becoming entirely drowned out and irrelevant at that moment. The kiss only ceased when the need for air became too strong to ignore. You pulled back only as much as needed, the bridge of your noses brushing together as you both tried to catch your breath.

A chuckle emitted from Lesso, causing you to pull back further in question, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."

"Really?" You tried to hide all the emotions you were feeling, making it come across as a teasing prod, though you weren't entirely sure how successful you were.

"Of course. I mean, have you seen you?" The blush that irrupted across your cheeks was entirely involuntary.

You were about to speak, albeit you were about to disagree with Lesso, but you were cut off before any sound escaped your lips. A sudden jolt of discomfort went through your wings, and you didn't hide your reaction. You briefly closed your eyes as a shaky breath came from you. You opened your eyes when you felt Lesso put her hands at the base of your neck, your eyes instantly met her concerned ones.

"What can I do to help?"

Lesso hated seeing you in pain, she usually quite enjoys others in pain, especially when she causes it. But not you, and not now. She wants to be the one to rid you of it.

"Uh, well-" You trailed off, feeling foolish about what you wanted.

"What is it, Dove? I can tell there's something you're thinking of." Again, she saw straight through you.

The blush returned to your cheeks, only darker, possibly from you sheepishly asking about your desire and definitely from the pet name she gave you, "Could you- uh, could you just touch them the same way you did earlier?"

Her eyes lit up just enough for you to notice, "Of course, if that's what you want."

Of course, it's what Lesso wanted too. She yearned to touch them again, something about the silky soft touch of them being something that can only be described as you. You can see the excitement that she tried to hide, but you certainly didn't mind it.

At this point, you couldn't tell who wanted this more, you or her. You took a step back, pulling your blouse off once again and letting it fall to the floor.

The glance Lesso stole wasn't lost on you, but you just decided to store it away for later.

You turned slowly, allowing your wings to reveal themselves once more. Another groan came from you once they were fully visible, the sensitivity of them still overwhelming.

It was just a mere moment from when you slightly spread your wings to when Lesso came into contact with them, a sigh instantly being emitted from you on instinct.

"Is this okay?" She questioned as her fingers ran down your left wing.

"Yes, it is. I don't, understand..." You didn't mean for that last part to be said aloud.

Your wing twitched a little, unconsciously trying to follow her touch.

"Understand what?" You withheld your whine when her touches ceased.

"I don't understand how this could feel so nice."

"Has no one ever done something like this for you before?" You could hear the incredulousness in her voice.

"No... I've never let anyone else touch them, and I can't really touch the outer parts of my wings."

A sense of pride filled Lesso, her being the first and the only one to touch your wings. And knowing that from now, she'd be the only one that gets to, filled her with great gratification too.

"Thank you for this, by the way." Your voice was small, but you weren't sure why.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Dove."

You should be accustomed to the blush that comes to your face when it comes to Lesso, but you haven't yet, "And I-" You were cut off when there was a knock against your door, almost instantly followed by a jiggle of the doorknob.

Panic filled you immediately, but you hadn't noticed Lesso's subtle panic too. Instead of wasting time trying to redress yourself, and probably failing, you snapped your fingers and your magic redressed you. It appeared as if you were never undressed to begin with, your wings instantly being hidden once more.

"You may enter." You spoke toward the door, unlocking it with a wave of your hand.

One of your students walked in just a moment later, nearly freezing with evident fear at the sight of the two most powerful people in the school being in the same room together. They divert their eyes as they silently find their seat and wait for other students to arrive.

It was then that you remembered it was time for your next lesson, a sigh of disappointment escaping you at this realization. Why couldn't the day just be done already?

Lesso glanced back at you, seeing the frown that unconsciously clouded your features.

"I believe you have a class to teach." Both of you knew that neither of you wanted this little interaction to end but at least this saved you both from an awkward attempt at ending the conversation. "And I have things to do, villainy to attend to. And if I'm lucky, I might get to see a few terror-stricken expressions too!"

You both shared a smirk at her excitement, "Then who am I to impede on such marvelous plans?"

She flashed you a wink as she began walking toward the classroom door.

She turned back just before she exited, "I'll see you in my office, tonight." She said with the intoxicating smirk of hers.

She turned out of your room before you could answer, leaving no room for any possible denial. Not like you would've said no anyways. Her turning out of your room allowed for your surprisingly bashful smile to go unseen, the giddiness already overtaking you.

You replaced your horrifying persona once more students entered the room. It took no effort due to your pain being completely gone, almost as if you hadn't felt it to begin with.

You stood at the front of the room as all your students poured in. You did your best to make it seem like you were present, that your mind wasn't elsewhere focused on a certain redhead, the task being relatively simple seeing as she occupies your mind quite often. To them, it was another day just all others before it. But to you, it was the start of so much more.

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@v3nusxsky as promised I tagged you so you can read it :), again thank you for inspiring me to share my work on Tumblr too!

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s just trying to show off his new guitar picks on his TIkTok account while in the background, this conversation is happening:

Steve: Want some m&ms?

Robin, holding out her hand: When I was a kid, I would assign each of my family members a color of m&m and then eat them in order of who I liked the least to who I liked the most.

Steve: Who did you eat last?

Robin: My cat, Lucy. She was the brown one. I would swallow them whole so I wouldn’t hurt her chewing.

Steve: Makes sense

Steve: What color would I be?

Robin: Blue

Steve: *fist pumps*

[sabrondabrainrot]

🩸🔆Woe Period Cramps Upon Ye🔆🩸

My period started and I did the very healthy and normal thing and gave him cramps too. Almost threw up at work 💗 The chair Sun was me at work for real.

Love ya Sun, this is like ibuprofen.

[moonlit-typewriter]

There’s an underlying bitterness in Percy’s tone in this scene, despite the fact that he’s making a “joke,” that couples with the way he doesn’t look at his mom while he says it but kind of just stares distantly. And also the way his eyebrows go up and down in a quick, wry — and almost judgmental, even — way.

This one singular line hit me so hard as a neurodivergent person because it’s all you need to see the way that Percy feels about his own inability to do “basic” things, like pay attention. He’s making a joke that’s also a dig at himself for “screwing up” in some way and it felt so relatable.

And the fact that it’s basically setting up him the next scene when he tells his mom that he thinks there’s something “broken” in his brain?

It hurt in all the best ways that seeing an accurate representation of yourself in a series that’s been your comfort series since the moment you picked it up 🥲