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SWEET TOOTH in WONKA (2023) dir. by Paul King

I KNOW IT'S 2023 BUT I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE ASS END OF NOWHERE (a dearly beloved location, might I add) AND I'M POSTING THE STUFF I DID THERE NOW :P

I finished Lady Lesso (The School for Good and Evil movie) first :3

Some close ups :3

Don't steal 'em. Or the others.

And of course, Hecate Hardbroom (The Worst Witch 2017) but they're all snaps from Season 1 because she was at her peak there ngl. She was iconic, she had those cool flying gloves, and we got Softbroom without the potion...

(Please zoom in on the side profile one, I literally copied Mildred's test picture for picture dhskdjs)

Finished her on the 31st of December.

Yea.

Anyway, you lot have fun perishing over these :D

Why doesn't anyone say they're damn similar?

I'm alive and with new drawings lately.

Damn it, I've been so burnt out over the past year that I can't write fanfiction, draw consistently, or play RP, let alone other areas of my life. I hope no one lost me. ❤️

Leonora Lesso x Fem!Reader - My Redhead

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16 years ago

"And that's the story about how Rafal supposedly died and then Rhian had no choice but to run both schools," "Whoa!" "Mhm," she tugged a strand of hair behind Y/n ear as he tucked her daughter into bed. "Mom?" "Hm?" "Is the school for good and evil real?" "I don't know Mon Chérie, it might be," she leaves a peck on Y/n's head. "Goodnight," she makes her way to the door but Y/n stops her in her tracks. "Ma mere?" "Oui?" "If the school for good and evil was every real and I got accepted where do you think I'd be?" she laughs her daughters question. "It's not my question to answer, Mon Chérie" "Then whose is it?" Y/n asks "Nobody's" she laughs out and Y/n gives her mother a confused look. "It all depends on what you do and who you are in heart, which do you think you're in?" her mother shoots back the question. "I don't know I'm not a goody princess but I'm not an evil person" "Then you'll find out when you finally know who you are," with that Y/n's mother leaves the room and Y/n is left in her thoughts, 'Am i good or am i evil?'

She was left in her thoughts till she looked outside the window staring out at the moon. Her second favourite thing in world, after her mother of course. She was about to fall into deep sleep till the sky turned into a blood red colour and Y/n started to rub her eyes thinking she was dreaming but it was still red and then she noticed a pair of red eyes surrounded by black smoke look at her through her window. She grabbed a shoe of hers from the floor and slowly moved towards the red eyes. She was about to reach the window till the eyes turned a different direction and quickly left. 'How odd' she thought. Moving close to the window to try and spot the red eyes from before till someone jumped up from hiding standing in front of the window and Y/n flinched and screamed before dropping her shoe on the ground. 

The person who seemed rather short knocked on the window and Y/n went to the window to try and get a closer look of the person's face while being cautious of her actions. The closer she got the more clearer the person seemed and Y/n noticed it was her redheaded best friend. "Leonora?" Y/n asks "Hey, Y/n could you open the window please?" without hesitation she opened the window and let her best friend enter the room. "What are you doing here?" "Mom and Dad were fighting and I decided to run away then I was walking in the streets and noticed the sky went red and a black shadow thing with red eyes saw in front of your window and I tried shooing it away but it came to me and knocked me on the ground and now I have these scares on me," 

Before Y/n could answer her mother burst through the door and looked at her daughter and was surprised to see the redhead here. "Leonora, what are doing here?" "Her Mom and Dad were fighting again and she ran away, can she please stay here?" Y/n's mother looked at the both of them with their pleading eyes on their faces. She gives into them and agrees. "Alright but only for the week, okay?" "Yes, Auntie!" "Yes, Ma Mere!" "I'll tell your parents you're here, Leo," "Thank you Auntie!" she nods and is about to leave till Y/n calls for her. "Ma Mere, we saw the sky turn red!" "Oui Auntie! and then the was a black shadow with red eyes in front of Y/n's window," "Then Leo shooed it away" "Oh! Mon Dieu, Leonora you have bruises on you" "The red eyed creature pushed her to the ground," "Oh- okay let me get the first aid kit, alright?" Y/n's mother left looking for the first aid kit. 

A Few Hours Later

"Y/n did you hear the story of the school for good and evil?" Leonora asked "Yes, my mom told it to me, today" Y/n replied to her half asleep. "Do you think it's real?" "I hope so, I wanna go there" "Me too! Which school do you think you'll go to?" "I'm not sure, you?" "I want to be in the school for evil and be a powerful villain like Maleficent or The Evil Queen" "If you ever become evil I'll be your assistant" "Really?" "Yes, you're my best friend and I love you no matter what"  "I love you too, Y/n" 

***

Narrator; 16 years have passed and now little miss Y/n is not so little anymore. She's now 24 and works as an assistant in her mother's library. Years have passed ever since her mother last told her the story for good and evil and she never got to be accepted or knew whether or not the school was real or not but then 8 years ago when Y/n was only 16 years old her best friend Leonora went missing and rumours had it that she disappeared when the sky was blood red and taken away by a black shadow with red eyes that being the one you once saw as a little kid and since then Y/n had made it her mission to search for her best friend. 

Present Time

"Freaks!" "Losers!" I watched as the carriage with the a bunch of the village kids move away calling me and 2 other girls names and just roll my eyes as I continue walking around with my cat. Lunar. "Y/n?" I froze hearing someone calling my name, I turned around and spotted the girls who were also called names and I recognised them to be Sophie and Agatha as they were my mother's favourite costumers. "Sop, Aggie how are girls both doing?" "Good," Sophie responds and Agatha looks at me confused. "What are you doing in this part of the forest, I'm not used to seeing you here," I was fighting on whether or not I should mention about my search for my long-lost best friend who was supposedly kidnapped by a red eyed creature and never to be seen again. "Walking," "Walking? Really?" Sophie nudged her friend in the stomach "Ouch!" she yelped. "Forget about her, we were actually on our way to the village to gather some books from Mrs Deauville's bookshop wanna come?" "Well might as well head home since Lunar seems a bit tired," "How long have you been walking in the forest?" Sophie asks "Since 6am, why?" "Y/n it's literally 3pm," Agatha says receiving another punch from Sophie as she nervously laughs. "Shall we go?" Agatha and I share a look before leaving. 

At Mrs Deauville's Bookshop 

"Ah! My favourite readers," "Afternoon Mrs Deauville," Sophie greets cheerily "Afternoon," Agatha greets plainly but with a small smile on her face. "Afternoon Ma Mere," I say placing a kiss on my mother's cheek and place Lunar onto the counter and she meows at my mother. "Hello Mon Chérie," she says to me and pats Lunar on the head as she purrs softly. "Its a good thing you stopped by, girls, we had a big delivery yesterday," my mother says to Sophie and Agatha placing a crater loaded with books. "Any ghost stories?" Agatha asks "Yes, a few interesting-looking ones," "Any new fairy-tales?" Sophie asks hopeful "Not anything you haven't already read, fillette," my mother responds. "Whose SGE?" Agatha asks looking at a symbol inside a book. "It's not a who it's a what" "Alright what is SGE?" "It's the school for Good And Evil," "What happens there?" "Well um" my mother looks up at me as if asking for permission to discuss the topic and I nod my head taking Lunar in my arms before exiting the library and running back to the forest while ignoring the weird glances I receiving from people. 

At The Forest

I was sitting at a tree with Lunar in my arms fast asleep but I still continued to pat her head. 'What am I supposed to do Leonora?' I thought to myself looking at the clear sky. 'I've tried searching but I can't find you'  I was about to leave till I heard some noises coming from the bushes. I froze in place as the bush kept on shaking and Lunar had already woken up from her nap due to the sound of the bushes disrupting her sleep. The noise of whatever was in the bushes kept getting louder supposedly meaning that the ting was getting closer. Holding Lunar tightly in arms as she dug her nails into my clothing. "Argh!" the creature in the bushes made a human sound which seemed recognisable. "Why are forests filled with so many bushes?!" the thing complained.

 "Sophie?"

 I say as Sophie comes out of the bushes with a basket on her wrist. "Ah-um, Y/n what are you doing here?" "Thinking, you? and where's Agatha?" she rushes towards me covering my mouth with her hand. "Please don't tell her that I'm here, please?" I sigh "Alright but what are you doing here?" she sighs before inhaling deeply "I'm leaving" "What? as in out of Gavaldon?" "Yes?" she flinches at me waiting for my reaction "I'm going with," "What?" "I'm going with," "Why?" she said relaxing that I didn't shout at her decision to leave. "I need to look for someone I lost years ago," "Leonora?" my eyes widen in shock and she raised her hands defensively "Your mother told me and Agatha while you went," I relax a bit "And also you not gonna be able to survive without me, lets admit it," I place my hands on my hip and she just rolls her eyes in agreement. "True," I nod and we walk towards the exit from Gavaldon. "Won't your mother be worried?" "No, she knows that one day I was gonna leave Gavaldon for good and she always encouraged me to do so," Sophie hums "What about your family?" "Well I couldn't care less for my step-mother and my annoying little brothers," she says coldly clearly those people stroked a nerve in her veins cause I've never seen this side of her before. "What about your dad?" she then stops in her tracks before shaking her head and gaining back consciousness "I don't know," I just take her answer not wanting to pressure her. 

We already made it to the exit and it was already night. I picked Lunar of the ground so I don't lose her. "Well we're off then," I say. "Okay," 

"SOPHIE! WAIT!" 

"Shit," "What?" I ask. 

"It's Agatha," 

"Damnit," 

A breathless Agatha comes in front of Sophie gripping onto her arms tightly. "What are you doing?" "Nothing, I was with-" Agatha looks behind her and sees the sign saying 'Leaving Gavaldan' and her eyes widen as she clicks the pieces together. "You were gonna leave Gavaldon?" "Agatha, please listen to me-" "You were gonna leave me?" Her voice breaks a little cause of her watery eyes. "I can't settle for an ordinary life, Aggie," "So what you're just gonna leave me here? I thought we were best friends?" "We are it's just that-" "No! we aren't! cause best friend stick together!" 

The sky was turning red and it was getting really dark, too dark to even see anything at all. This was it, this was the same red sky that appeared when Leonora was taken. "I'm coming for you Leo," Y/n whispered to herself.

 "So just come with me so we can live this rotten town!" "I can't my mom needs me! And so does your family!" "I can't go back to that family!" "They love you Sop," "No they don't," "I love you," Sophie keeps her head down. "So please don't leave,"

The wind was starting to get really strong. 

"Um girls-" 

"Aggie," 

"Sop, please just think about this again," 

"Aggie I-," 

Before Sophie could finish her sentence, a large bird swooped down and grabbed onto Y/n and started to drag her away.

 "AHA!" 

"Sop?" 

Sophie was about to respond till she heard a scream, of a familiar voice and lifted her head up to be mortified by the sight she was seeing. "Y/N!" she chased after her and once Agatha turned around she saw Y/n been dragged by a huge bird. "Oh my god!" she ran after her. Sophie caught up to the bird and gripped on it's legs and Agatha did the same on the other but it was useless cause the bird was trillion times they're size and they were being dragged as well. "What are we gonna do?!" Sophie screamed out. "There's an edge!!" Agatha cried out seeing that there was a cliff at the end. "Let go!" "We can't do that Aggie!" "Girls don't let go at all costs!" Y/n cried out. "But there's a cliff," "Just hold on tight," Before Agatha could argue back the bird and taken off and now they were in the air and sooner a random portal opened up and the bird flow through it and now they were in another place. 

"What the-" Agatha said was cut off by Sophie screaming cheerfully "It's real?!" 

"What?" Agatha asked.

 "The School For Good and Evil," Y/n softly said as a small smile appeared on her lips. 

'I've made it Leo'

The bird was coming closer to the schools and Y/n, Sophie & Agatha could properly see the schools clearly now. 

"Look that must be the school for good!" Sophie said looking at the golden palace. The place it's self seemed like a setting fit for royalty with it's beautiful and large flower garden, the shining sun showing off the gold around the castle. 'I can't believe that this was actually real'. "And that must be for the evil," Agatha said lowly. I turned my head to the other school and this was one was simply the opposite of the school for good. It was dark and gloomy, it looked like a prison cell more than an actual school. 'Where could you be Leo?' 

The bird was leaning over to the school for good. "Sophie we have to go back!" "What?!" "I said we have to go bac-" Agatha was dropped into the school of good and Sophie started screaming no. The bird was now leaning over to the school for evil and this was when Sophie lost it. "No! You don't understand, I'm not supposed to be here my friend is supposed to be here! I should be in the school for go-" The bird dropped Sophie in the school for evil and moved away.

 "Wait where am I going?"

The bird squawked. "Your going to the headmaster's tower" 

"You can talk?!" 

"No- wait you can understand me?" 

"Yeah! What the hell is going on!" 

"Well that's new, guess the headmaster will sort you out," 

"Wait! How can I understand what you're saying-" 

The bird dropped Y/n onto the middle of the two schools, she expected to hit the brick bridge and shut her eyes bracing herself for impact. After a while of screaming her lungs of Y/n felt like she wasn't moving and opening her eyes softly to see that she landed on the bridge on her two feet.  

"What the actual f-" 

"Welcome Miss Y/n Deauville, to the School For Good and Evil," A voice spoke out and I turned my head to see a man in a rather aesthetic robe with round glasses, a bald head, a beard and a smile on his face. This totally doesn't remind me of a certain wizard. 

"I'm Headmaster Rhian but you can call me Headmaster," 

"Oh okay," 

I know this is rather odd for an introduction so why don't you enter my office and I'll explain everything to you there. He walks away to the middle of the bridge and I follow behind him and he gets on the bridge and steps his foot out, I shut my eyes. I just arrived and already there's a suicide attempt? I just wanna find my Leo for god's sakes. 

"Come one, time doesn't stop for no one,"  the headmaster speaks out and I open my eyes in shock, he's walking on the air? "Don't worry, they are stairs they're just invisible to the human eye," I follow behind him carefully placing my foot onto the first steps and continuing on. Eventually we made it up to his office and wow, it's huge. "Now we can discuss everything, like I said I am the Headmaster of both this schools and you my dear are a very lucky person," "In what sense?" I ask. "You've been chosen by the Storian," "Whose that?" The headmaster tilts his head to the side a bit signalling for me to look to the left and I turn my head confused but my eyes land on a glowing book that has a feather pen writing on it. "Wait so the Storians a book and pen?" The headmaster nods his head. "Yes, the Storian is the one in charge of writing everyone's fairy-tale story and it has begun to write yours," "Mine? why me? I'm not magical," "Are you sure about that? If I remember correctly you managed to talk to one of those birds," "That was magic?" "Indeed," "Thought I was smoking crack," I whispered to myself but heard the Headmaster laugh. "Oh sorry," "It's fine but I must say that you seemed to be quite the early bird," "What do you mean?" "No one usually comes to this place already unlocking they're magical abilities," "So I'm one of those rare people?" "More like you are those rare people, you're the first to have that happen to themselves," "Oh," "But no need to worry it's nothing to be worried of,"

 "Okay, wait what about Sophie and Agatha?" "Oh those two, well you see they're Readers, they people whoonly get to read about the amazing adventures that originate here," "Wait so you're telling me that Tiana, Mulan and Merida all like schooled in these same places?" "Mhm, and so did they're villains," "That's amazing wait so was the Mad Hatter in the school for good or evil?" "We consider him to be good," "And what about Goldilocks?" "Good," "Peter Pan?" "Good," "Wow," "So Agatha and Sophie have they're own fairy-tale being written?" "Indeed," "So what am I? Since I technically landed on the bridge rather than either of the schools?" "You'll be my co-partner in running the schools and once I retire you'll be the new Headmaster," "No way, that's amazing, I'd love that," "That's good to hear but I must warn you the work load is quite hefty," "I can manage, I'm very organized," "Well then I'm you feel that way, before I forget we should head to the assembly so that you'll be able to meet the deans of the schools including the professors," "Okay," 

A gust of blue dust surrounds me and later disappears and I look down to see myself wearing a new outfit from before. "Thought you might want to get into the fairy-tale look," "Thank you," "It is my pleasure,"

[imagine it in a darker colour of grey/black/white]

"And I won't be able to make it so you would have to address yourself in front of the students, professors and deans, are you alright with that?" "Yes, a little stage fright couldn't hurt anybody," I laugh nervously before stopped. "Right?" "You'll be excellent," "Alright and a little birdy told me this but if you wondering where Leonora is, I can assure you that she's here and she missed you too," A smile lights up on my face. "Thank you Headmaster," He nods his head. Another gust of blue surrounds both me and before I knew it, I ended up in the hall room, receiving glances and stares from everyone.

'Fuck my life' 

***

"Um, Good Afternoon, Students, Professors and Deans," the room was still silent and Y/n swallowed down her nervousness, she took a deep breath before straightening her posture and looking up at everyone with a beaming smile. "My name is Y/n Deauville, and I am the Headmaster new and first, partner which means I will also be your Headmaster but only for the school for evil," 

Y/n's POV

A student from the school of good raises her hand. "Yes?" "Why aren't you the Headmaster for the school of good?" "Because of some personal reasons," Another student from the school of evil raises his hand. "Yes?" "Are you part of any fairy tale?" "Uh- no I'm not from the fairy-tale world, I actually come from a normal non-magic town called Gavaldon," The students begin to break into whispers and I can hear a few rather harsh...comments about me. A loud bang echoes through the room and my attention turns towards the source which is form a lady in a black suit and she had red curly hair and in one of her hands she had a cane. "Silence everyone, that's not how we treat our Headmasters or else doom room," she speaks up hushing the students. Our eyes finally lock even from afar I could recognise those eyes from anywhere. 

'Leonora?'

:)

One Touch (Leonora Lesso x f!Reader) - Part 3

Synopsis: Tensions rise until someone breaks.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: possessive behaviour, jealousy, smut

AN: Okay, final part of this short series. Part 1 can be found here and part 2 can be found here.

No longer were you avoiding Lesso. In fact, you’d begun to seek her out, placing yourself right in her eye line, by her elbow, close enough to remind her of your presence every chance you could. And she was doing her best to act as if her eyes didn’t linger on you.

But they did and you drank up the attention.

Since your offer, she’d kept away from your room, not even coming over to the other school as if she couldn’t trust herself to be so close to your room. Which was flattering, if not a little frustrating. But her eyes followed you around the grounds, in the shared spaces, whenever you ventured into her halls. It was thrilling, knowing you took up more space in her vision than anyone else.

So then you began to play with her. It seemed fair, after being her plaything for so many weeks. She deserved to be nothing but a throbbing pulse of want. She was going to be the one who broke, not you. It was her future. If she wanted it she had to make it happen.

You were just going to help it along.

Sprawling out on a blanket in the garden, you allowed yourself to watch her as she had a hissed argument with Dovey. Her eye flicked up, finding you on your blanket, glowering when you tossed your hair back. You stretched, arms over your head, back arching as a soft sigh passed over your lips. Her gaze only turned darker as she watched you.

She whirled on her heels, coat flying out behind her as she strode away, thunder on her face. You smiled to yourself, going back to the book you were reading in the sun. Dovey’s shadow passed over you. You looked up at her, shading your eyes.

“I hope you know what you’re doing with Lesso,” she said, making you feel like one of her students, “she’s trouble.”

“She’s evil,” you replied with a small shrug.

“Exactly!”

“I promise, it’s going to be fine,” you said, “I’m in control.”

“Are you?”

You thought you were. You were almost certain you were. You’d taken back the control, choosing to flip the script and make her take the initiative if she wanted you. It was her choice. She knew you wanted her, she knew she was invited, she had to take the next step.

“Yes,” you replied.

She hovered another moment more before leaving you to your book. You sighed, settling back to read, letting your mind drift. Spending some time on your memory of Lesso drinking her coffee that morning was a wonderful use of your imagination. Her tongue dragging along her lower lip, her eyes finding you from over the top of her cup, long fingers curling around ceramic body. You could imagine her giving you that exact look when you were between her thighs.

You hoped you’d find out soon enough.

Leisurely cycling through your fantasies, you let the time slip away. The sun began to sink below the horizon, turning the sky into a canvas of pinks and oranges. The air began to chill, pricking your skin with goosebumps until you sighed, sitting up and accepting it was time to go inside.

“You’ve been out here a while.” Anemone was standing a few feet away, watching you, “must be a good book.”

“It’s alright.”

You fell into step beside her, making your way towards the shared dining room.

“I’ve been hearing some whispers,” she said.

“Oh?” You wondered if Lesso would be at the table when you arrived.

“There are rumours that you have caught the eye of our Evil Dean,” she continued, lowering her voice as you passed a group of students, “I hope for your sake that isn’t true.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Lesso would chew you up and spit you out,” she replied, running her eyes over you, “although, I will hand it to you. She’s changed her mind about your ability.”

“But not her attitude,” you muttered.

“You can hardly expect her to be sunshine and rainbows,” she said with a small smile.

“No, that would be too good for someone so evil,” you replied.

Her laughter was like bells, tinkling through the air as you passed into the dining hall. Your eyes ran along the table, finding Lesso already staring at you. Her eyes had narrowed and her lips were pressed together into a tight line. You looked away, catching Anemone’s gaze flicking between her and you.

“Oh no,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” you said.

“You don’t have to let her get away with it,” she said.

“I do,” you replied.

Her fingertips brushed over the apple of your cheeks.

“You saw it, didn’t you?” she asked but you knew she knew the answer.

You nodded, turning towards her.

“And she knows I did, so there’s no point pretending like neither of us want it,” you said, “we both know where this is going.”

She tilted your chin up with her index finger until you were looking at her.

“Then you have my sympathy,” she said, “and my support.”

“But you said she’d chew me up and spit me out,” you said, eyebrows drawing together.

“And maybe she won’t,” she replied, “maybe she’s met her match. Maybe, just maybe, true love isn’t just for the good.”

“True love?” You pulled out of her hold, back bumping into another body.

A warm hand settled on your hip, familiar and electrifying. You froze before melting under her touch. It had been so long, too much time passing since that last time her touch brushed along your body. Her fingers tightened, pulling you back another step until you were pressed against her.

“What is going on here?” Lesso snarled, so close to your ear.

“Anemone and I are having a conversation,” you replied.

“A conversation?” You didn’t have to look at her to know her eyebrow was raised.

Admittedly, it was growing difficult to think straight with her body pressed so close against yours. You found yourself leaning back against her, not aware of doing it. Her low chuckle was filthy, making your skin prickle.

“It didn’t look like a conversation,” she said, something dark and delicious in her voice, “or rather, it didn’t look like only a conversation.”

“And that matters to you why?” you asked, pushing away how breathless you felt with her hands on you.

“You know why.” Her voice dropped an octave, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I don’t see how it concerns you when that hasn’t happened yet,” you said, trying to take a step out of her hold.

Her hold on you tightened, bruising and insistent as she kept you in place. You turned your head, searching for her face, wanting to gauge her through what her eyes were doing. They were glaring down at you, her anger barely restrained. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, stealing her attention and you saw the way her anger mixed with her desire.

“As long as you’re here it concerns me,” she all but growled.

A group of princesses passed you, giggling amongst themselves. They shot a glance towards the two of you, Anemone having left you to the predator who had marked you as prey. You froze, watching them make their way further into the room, heads turning back to watch you.

“Come on.”

Her fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you from the hall. You stumbled over your own feet, the pace she was going faster than you would prefer. Through unending shadows, through hallways that twisted and turned until you were lost, she dragged you until she practically threw you through a door.

The room was expansive, a fire sending warm light dancing up the walls. A large bed stood at one end, a bed that seemed like it had featured in a dream. Everything was dark, hostile, and yet the warmth and the bed were soft and inviting.

The door closed behind you with a heavy thunk, the turn of the lock loud in the room.

You spun, watching her stalk towards you. With each tap of her cane your stomach tightened. The firelight playing over her face turned it into planes of shadow and light, beautiful and untouchable. Her gaze darkened, locking onto you.

“You were flirting with the insipid beauty teacher,” she said.

“I was not,” you replied, “and even if I was that’s between me and her.”

“You’re mine,” she snarled.

“Then do something about it,” you said, lifting your chin in challenge.

The exact same type of challenge that had gotten you into this situation all those weeks ago.

She tossed her cane aside, onto the small futon that under normal circumstances might have looked quite inviting. Each footstep, slow and measured, brought her closer to you but still just out of reach. She considered you, watching as your breathing became short, your body tensed, your lips parted.

“You think you’re in control here?” she asked, “you think you’re in charge?”

“No,” you replied, “but I don’t think you are either.”

“Wrong answer.”

Her hands landed on your waist, nails digging in, as she forced you further back into the room. The back of your knees hit her mattress, sending you toppling down onto it. You let out a huff, leaning up on your elbows. The curl of her lips was cruel and yet so enticing.

Her hands landed on your knees, pushing them apart, fingers stroking over your skin. You let your legs fall open, watching her as she looked down at her hands, disappearing past the fabric of your skirt. Your teeth sunk into your lip, stifling the noise from her hands on your skin.

“What was that, little one?” The condescension dripped from her lips.

Your hands reached for her. She batted them away, staring down at her as her fingers drew further up your thighs. You shifted, trying to urge her on. Instead, her fingers dug in, holding on, as she lent over you. Her breath ghosted over your face, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you want to share with the class?” she asked.

“I want you,” you replied, practically without your permission.

Her smile turned predatory, eyes flashing, and her lips descended on you. Your fingers tangled in her copper curls, gasping into her mouth. Her teeth sunk in until the tang of blood coated your tongue. She licked into your mouth as her hands inched further up your legs.

Her touch was electrifying, waking you up to the potential of what being with her could be. The closest you’d come was the flash of your premonition, the way her lips had felt on your heat burned into your brain, resurfacing in dreams for weeks. Her kiss was all consuming, stealing your breath. You tugged on her hair and she growled into your mouth, muffled and delicious and addictive.

She drew back, ignoring the way you whimpered at the lost of her lips. She extracted her hands from under your skirt, pulling yours from her hair. She held them, fingers like manacles around your wrists, as she dragged her eyes down your body.

“Go on then,” she said, letting you go.

She stepped back from you, settling in a leather arm chair. Her legs spread, forearms resting on her knees, eyes intent on you. You struggled, sitting up, legs still dangling off the edge of the bed. Your body was crying out for her touch once again.

“What?”

Her lips curled up again and you could tell that being with her would be torture and delight all wrapped up in one beautiful body. She tilted her head.

“Making use of my own hands,” she parroted back to you, imitating your seductive whisper into a caricature that caused shame to curdle in your stomach, “or were those all words?”

“You want me to…?” Your cheeks heated at the suggestion.

“That or you can leave.”

You stared at her, waiting for her to tell you she was only joking. The silence stretched. Her eyes dragged over your body, lingering where your skirt had been rucked up. She quirked and eyebrow when she finally looked back to your face.

You took a deep breath in.

Your hand inched its way up your body until it was cupping one breast, the other skimming over the skin of your knee. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding eye contact with Lesso. She lent back in her seat, eyes darkening, fingers running along her lips.

You allowed your hand to begin to move up your thigh, tracing the path hers had so recently taken. Your other creeped past the neckline of your dress, seeking out skin and warmth. The brush of your finger against your hardening nipple brought a sharp inhalation. Lesso’s eyes grew more intense.

You palmed your breast, groaning when your other hand found your underwear covered core. Your legs fell further open under your touch. You pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling it between thumb and forefinger. The other hand pushed your underwear aside, gently running through your folds. Your eyes closed as you found your clit, circling it with a muttered curse. You could still feel the weight of her gaze on you, only spurring you on.

You pressed your finger to your entrance. Your breath stuttered in your chest, the anticipation sweet. You threw your head back as you entered yourself, thumb finding your clit. Your moan was loud to your ears, the rest of the room silent. Your hand squeezed your breast, arching into your own touch. The shaky sigh that left your lips was familiar from every other time you’d done this, imagining it was her, wanting it to be her. You thrust a second finger in.

Cold fingers grasped your knees and warm breath hit your inner thigh. Your eyes opened, finding her kneeling between your legs, eyes trained on your core. You watched at her tongue swept along her bottom lip, drawing closer. With indelicate fingers, she tore your underwear in two, exposing you to her feasting eyes.

“Were you imagining it was my hands on your body?”

Her eyes flicked up to you then back to your dripping core, fingers still slowly pumping in and out of your wet heat.

“Yes,” you hissed, thumb pressing down on your clit.

She grasped your wrist, pulling your hand away, removing your fingers. You whined. Her low chuckle filled the air, making you squirm on her mattress.

“Do you want me to touch you?” she asked.

“You know I do,” you replied, frustration clear in your voice.

“Do you want me to claim you?” she asked.

“Either get on with it or let me go take care of myself,” you groused.

“No one will ever touch you without my permission again,” she said, “not even you.”

Her tongue ran through your folds, effectively silencing any retort you might have had. Your head fell back until you’re entire body had fallen against the mattress. She hummed, the vibration making you clench your thighs around her head. Her hands pinned your hips down before you could move, tongue running over your bundle of nerves.

Your own hands found purchase in her hair again, fingers tangling in her curls. She hummed again and your groan reverberated around the room. Her lips wrapped around your clit, her suck harsh and unforgiving. She lifted you, positioning your legs over her shoulders. Your heels dug into her back as her tongue delved back in.

Clearly, your vision had cut off before it had gotten to the truly good part.

Her name was a prayer on your lips, fingers tightening in her hair. She took her time, seemingly wanting to memorise you with nothing but her tongue. You gasped out pleas, begging her, but she slowed further, always keeping you just on the edge. Waiting for her to give you permission, you were at her mercy. Her hands kept you pinned to the bed and her mouth kept you from being able to form a coherent thought.

And then it was like teasing you had grown boring to her. She became unrelenting, driving you towards the edge without a thought of how you might handle it. Your orgasm crashed into you, like a wall that had appeared out of nowhere. Her name was a long drawn out sound on your tongue as pleasure did it’s best to pull you under.

She lapped at you, drinking down everything you were giving, and there was no time to catch your breath. Her hands were still holding you in place, tightening when you tried to move, and her mouth was feasting on you.

The second orgasm was slower, like ice melting through your veins. Your body turned to jelly beneath her, fingers loosening and soft smile taking over your face. Her hands left your thighs, rising from between your legs and staring down at you, wiping your arousal from her chin. There was a self satisfied grin on her face and her eyes were turned molten.

“Well, aren’t you fun,” she murmured before she swooped down, kissing you. The taste of yourself on her tongue was entirely too hot for you to handle.

“I didn’t realise we were doing dessert before dinner,” you said, breathless laugh at the end.

She lay down beside you, one arm scooping you up, the other pushing your hair away from your face. You looked up to her, into her face, finding something that made your heart beat just a little harder, squeeze a little harder, ache a little harder. It was like she was seeing you, all of you, and still wanted you.

“You’re mine,” she murmured again, but this time it was less harsh, a softer claiming, one you couldn’t argue with.

“I am,” you agreed.

Her fingertips ran over the apple of your cheek, delicate and soft. You shivered, pressing closer to her body.

“I guess my seduction did work,” you said, looking up at her from under lowered lashes.

“Tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night,” she said, turning her gaze away but the press of her fingers into your waist gave her away.

“You couldn’t even wait long enough to undress me,” you said, rolling until you were sitting on top of her, looking down at her, “were you that desperate for me?”

“Keep up that line of questioning and I’ll find a way to silence you,” she growled.

You lent down, lips ghosting over hers.

“Make me.”

And she did.

He came to me once in a dream. As a stripling he came to me, when I lived in a far land. A thousand years ago, or five or ten. He came to me in days before the old ones had yet to cross the sea. In a land called England. A sheaf of centuries ago he imbued me with my duty, although there were errands in between my youth and my apotheosis.

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He reminds me of me.

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