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Check out my introduction post if you're considering a request! There are a lot of characters I'd love to write for, but haven't yet.
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Wednesday:
Larissa Weems:
Cuddles, with a hint of overthinking
Summary: Young!Larissa x Reader. Morticia wants to sneak over Gomez to snog, so Larissa goes over to your dorm. Your girlfriend needs some comfort, though.
☆ When I get home
Summary: Larissa is a workaholic. She'd give up anything for her job. Luckily, her wife won't let her.
☆ Waves of jealousy (SMUT)
Summary: It finally being summer, you decided to invite your girlfriend to the beach. Little did you know, she can't quite control herself. Imagine what'd happen if some lovely ladies were looking at you.
Isadora Capri
☆ Isadora Capri Week Masterlist
School for Good and Evil
Lady Lesso:
☆ Hard times
Summary: You're Lady Lesso's soft spot. Apparenty, you've been sick. But getting tired of your absence, she goes to investigate.
Come for a swim?
Summary: The heat during summer break is getting unbearable. Lesso decides to cool off, and her favourite colleague just-so-happens to stop by and join.
☆ Feelings? What are those?
Summary: Lesso has a crush on you, and unfortunately, she has no idea how to control it. It's so obvious, but nobody dares to assume anything.
The Old Guard
Andromache of Scythia:
Reunions
Summary: You were Andy's long-time girlfriend, until she lost you during the world wars. When Nile dreams of you, it doesn't take long for the two of you to meet again and make up for some lost time.
Yellowjackets
Natalie Scatorccio:
I never got to tell you
Summary: Back from rehab, before she could go confront Misty about the blackmail, Natalie finds something she almost forgot about; something that means the world to her.
Ocean's 8
Lou Miller:
Despite it all
Summary: The Met Gala, but Lou got herself a date. However, you caught her in the act.
Sweeney Todd
Mrs. Nellie Lovett:
☆ Mistakes (SMUT)
Summary: You get so caught up in admiring your boss that you just can't hear her orders, and burn a whole batch of pies as a result. Nellie won't tolerate ingredients going to waste, especially after she just got herself together financially.
By the sea
Summary: In a universe where Mrs. Lovett isn't foolishly obsessed with Sweeney, there's you instead. Finally kicking off with her business, you make her dreams come true. Down by the sea, married nice and proper.
Angelique Bouchard
Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children:
Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine:
☆ Pleasant surprises
Summary: Miss Peregrine decides to spice things up, but only a little; she goes to buy new books for her library. Luckily, the shop owner is the new pretty girl in town.
Dark Shadows
The 'Happening' (SMUT)
Summary: You were invited to the party at Collinwood. You weren't expecting the family's biggest enemy to show up, especially not looking so hot.
Ratched
Mildred Ratched
Her first sweetheart
Summary: Mildred tells Gwendolyn about the woman who captured her heard during her time in the war.
Can you please do a part two of Pleasantly Surprised please. It’s so good and cute.
Sure honey, I'd gladly do it! HOWEVER, you'll need to be a bit more specific, cause I have no ideas on how to continue it. If you come up with something, or anyone else seeing this, drop it in my ask box and I shall deliver.
Hi! Hopefully you’re still taking requests 😊 Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (movie) is my current hyper-fixation. I haven’t read the books yet but got the first two from the library—so soon! I’m wondering if you could write a fic for Miss Peregrine x Female Reader (romance) where Miss Peregrine has to go into town one day for some reason and meets Reader while out and about. They end up spending some time together and connect, but Miss Peregrine laments that Reader won’t remember her or the time they spent together after the loop reset. However Reader actually does because of some reason that I’ll leave up to your discretion (I’m not creative enough for that 😭). Either smut or no smut is fine, depending on where you feel the story going! Thank you in advance ❤️
-🎀-anon
Alma Peregrine x Reader - Pleasant surprises
Masterlist
Summary: Miss Peregrine decides to spice things up, but only a little; she goes to buy new books for her library. Luckily, the shop owner is the new pretty girl in town.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Peculiar!Reader, VERY slight sad Alma
"Children! I am headed to town; I should like to try my luck at the book store. In my absence, I strongly suggest that you all behave. Rules apply all the same."
Miss Peregrine stands in the doorway leading to the yard. Most of the children are outside playing, so she thought this to be the best time to leave.
The younger ones waved while the older ones wished her well, and she took off. The journey to the lived-in part of the island wasn't a long one— fifteen minutes at most.
She walked down the main streets, ignoring the eery, nasty looks from the old, judgemental men living here. Eventually, she turned into the little book shop, tucked away at the end of the street.
It was a fairly recent addition. Property of a woman who loved books, and was looking to escape the war on the mainland. A shame that they'd never truly know eachother now.
She's seen the shop before— multiple times, in fact— but this is the first time she's ever wandered inside. It's a cozy little place; bookshelves lining the walls, a little rug and sofa in the middle, a few plants scattered around. Simple.
In the corner was the desk with the cash register, and behind it sat a beautiful woman. To be completely honest, the women of Cairnholm were all older ladies.
Nothing wrong with that, of course— most were kind— but nobody of any particular interest to our Miss Peregrine. So, even seeing someone at least physically her own age was refreshing.
Perhaps even more than that.
"Good afternoon." She greeted as she stepped in. The woman nodded with a smile, so she went ahead and started looking at the shelves, reading the titles.
As she was doing so, even though she was deeply focused, she didn't flinch at the voice suddenly behind her. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Oh, I'm just browsing, I'm afraid. However... do you have any children's stories? Actually, no— stories fit for children. Important difference." She turns to you, folding her hands behind her back.
"Well... that depends. What age are the children?" You already go move to another shelf, scanning the rows of books before she even answers.
"From five to fifteen." Alma watches, amused by your body language, but also intrigued at what you might suggest.
"Okay, that's quite the range. Well... children's books are in that corner, and the shelf next to it has some exciting stories fit for teens. But I think most of the fantasy section is safe for the older ones."
You guide her to the corner shelves, pointing at the different books to try and pique her interest. With nothing more than a nod, she goes to take a look at the books, so you return to your desk.
About ten or so minutes later, she brings a stack of 6 books over to you, placing them beside the register.
"That's a lot of books. Just how many children do you have?" You ask with a small chuckle, pulling the books closer to yourself.
"Eleven. I run the children's home on the other side of the island. You haven't heard of it?" Miss Peregrine seems genuinely caught off-guard. Everyone on the island knows of her and her peculiar children, and nobody likes them.
"I haven't. I'm sure that must be a challenging job."
"It's not so bad; they're well-behaved children." She defends them like a mother, clearly protective of her wards.
"That's good to hear, then." You take a calculator and start adding up the price of the books. Before you type it into the register, though, you look up at her. "Anything else?"
"Just out of curiosity... do you have anything... peculiar?" She asks hesitantly. This woman hasn't heard of her yet, and she doesn't want to ruin her first impression.
You shake your head, giving a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid not."
"That will be all, then." Alma seems disappointed, but things are still going okay. She didn't seem disturbed by the word 'peculiar'.
You tell her the price and she pays it, but when she reaches for her large and heavy stack of books, you stop her before she can do so.
You take the top half of the stack and move around the desk, ready to go. "Let me help you take it home."
"Oh, there's no need—"
"No, really, let me help. Nobody really comes here anyway." You give her a cute little grin, before you make your way to the door, waiting for her to follow.
She picks up the leftover books and goes out the door, and walks side-by-side with you through the streets of Cairnholm.
You chatter away with her about anything and everything. The different places you cross brings up a topic between you two, and you share memories as if you're two old friends catching up with one another and not strangers.
Once the house was in sight, you stop on the path. It was probably the biggest building on the island, so you need a moment to take it in.
However, when you speak up, you don't mention it; you propose something completely unrelated. "You know, come to think of it, I never got your name."
The realisation hits her hard. How could she forget to introduce herself to someone whose opinion she cares so much about? "Oh, right. I apologize for that. Alma Peregrine. And yourself?"
You don't seem to mind it. Which is great, she thinks. "You have a very unique name, Alma. I'm–"
"Miss Peregrine!"
Two younger girls come running towards the both of you, hugging Alma's legs like she's been gone for weeks. "Miss Peregrine, who's that?"
"She owns the bookshop in town. I bought you so many books, she offered to help me carry them home." Alma balances the books in one hand so she can place a hand on the back of one of the kids.
You introduce yourself to the girls with a friendly smile, and they do the same.
"It's good to meet you, Miss! I'm Bronwyn, and that's Claire. She's a little shy." Bronwyn grins and Claire waves instead of speaking, proving the other's claim.
Alma lets go of them and turns right back to you. "If you're not in a rush, would you care to come inside and join me for tea? I'd love to talk more."
"If you'll have me."
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You spent the entire afternoon with her, daylight slowly bleeding away as you drank tea then walk the gardens together, then have another cup of tea just so you can have an excuse to stay even longer.
You find out a lot about her and she about you, making you two get extremely comfortable. Comfortable enough that she confesses to you that she's peculiar.
You seemed surprised, obviously, but you don't get disgusted like most others. Rather, you were curious; you ask some questions and she answers as honestly as she can.
Once her children mention that it's time for dinner, you refuse to linger any longer— insisting that you do not mean to intrude on their lives. No matter how hard she tries, she cannot convince you to stay, nor would she force you.
A deeply solemn look settles on Alma's face as she walks you out to the door, almost hesitant to let you go. The two of you share a hug, reluctant to part with you.
"I hope to see you around again sometime." You reach out to squeeze her arm as a form of comfort.
"I doubt you will." Miss Peregrine gives you a sad smile, watching you walk away with a final wave, frozen in her spot even after you're out of her sight.
Walking towards the dining room, she regrets ever letting you in. Not because she disliked your company; no, quite the opposite.
She enjoyed it. More than anyone she'd met ever since she moved here with her children. And it broke her heart to let it go so fast just because you weren't a peculiar.
Yes, she took you home, but you would have no memories of ever meeting her tomorrow. All this conversation, the bonding— none of it mattered after the loop reset.
She spent the dinner quieter than usual, listening to the children's conversations to keep her mind off of you. She laid in bed, thinking of what to do about this.
Whatever happens, she wouldn't give up so easily.
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The next day, Miss Peregrine got dressed and headed to the bookstore again. The books she bought yesterday didn't magically disappear, no— but she wanted to see you again.
Alma decided that, even if you wouldn't remember her, she'd remember you. And maybe you'd have very similar interactions forever, but she'd rather have you introduce yourself to her every day for the rest of eternity, than to give up on you.
You were sitting in the exact same spot as you were the day before, but this time, you got up when she uttered her greetings.
"Miss Peregrine! Were yesterday's picks not enough to satisfy the kids?" You round the desk and stop in front of her, smiling like nothing's out of the ordinary.
Alma, however, stops in her tracks. Her blood practically freezes in her veins as she looks at you with her wide eyes. "You... remember me?"
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" You tilt your head like a confused puppy, and it makes her heart melt.
"I... we live in one of those loops I mentioned. I was forced to create one on September 3rd when our house was about to be bombed. Nobody remembers the day once I reset the clock... how did you bypass that?"
She almost reaches out but ends up not doing it, for her own sake. Instead, her hands do a strange little twitch, her claw-like nails almost itching for your skin.
"I don't think I did. My store opened like a week before the 3rd, and I don't know how but I got in..." You reach out and take her hands, loosening the nervous curl of her fingers with your warm touch.
"I only really got suspicious when I went to the market for the second time and nobody recognised me." You chuckle, and Alma manages a smile aswell.
"But, then... you're peculiar. You must be. Why didn't you tell me?" She squeezes your hands for something real to hold onto, when all that she assumed to be truth turns out completely and utterly false.
All her plans to visit every now and then, the pain of you never remembering her... all gone. And while she felt sad losing sleep over this—no matter how sad, her plans were genius, of course she'd feel bad— it's also a certain relief, knowing you're one of them.
"I know, I've read a bit about this. But, to be quite honest, I have no idea what my power may be... I've never noticed any traits others would deem unnatural."
Alma agrees on that one; usually, she can spot someone's peculiarity from the second they meet. But you seemed like every other common townsfolk, aside from the fact that you caught her eye.
You watch carefully for her reaction, and decide to hug her before she could spiral. She returns the embrace with all the eagerness she can muster, squeezing so tight you have to suppress a groan.
She pulls back but holds onto your biceps, holding onto your gaze like it's an essential fuel for life. "Would you care to accompany me on a date? A proper one. Anywhere you'd like. I know some sweet spots."
"That sounds lovely."
A/N: Okay, so... I was most definitely NOT taking requests at the time you sent this, anon xD but since you wrote such a beautiful, long and detailed request, I saved it for later. Also you referred to yourself as 🎀 anon, and while I don't mind, I haven't done emoji anons before. BUT since you gave yourself an emoji, I sincerely hope not only that you're reading this, but also that you'll return to my inbox someday <3 Thank you ALL for reading!
Okay, I know voting isn't officially done yet, but for those who voted yes, drop your user in my ask box if you'd be interested in playing with me or something, I won't post it (my user is the same as on here)
Summary: You were Andy's long-time girlfriend, until she lost you during the world wars. When Nile dreams of you, it doesn't take long for the two of you to meet again and make up for some lost time.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: SMUT, fingering, eating out, immortal!Reader, mention of murder, mention of gulag, set between the two movies/the start of the 2nd one
One hot summer, the team was out relaxing on the beach. After they finished lunch, the immortals were out laying on the sand, resting. Nile was napping on her stomach, completely still, until she suddenly snapped up.
Andy immediately looked over, like a concerned sibling. "What?" She sat up straight, making the others pay attention aswell.
"Just a dream, but... I saw someone. Another immortal." Nile tries to reassure the rest, though without much success.
"Oh, that's just great. Not another... what did they look like?" Andy asks. She couldn't handle another immortal right now. Things have just calmed down after Booker.
Nile describes your looks first, calling you beautiful multiple times. "She looked like she was searching, in some alleys or something... she had the same mark on her neck as you do on your arm."
Andy looks absolutely devastated at the description. The boys are worried aswell, but they seem more pitying than concerned.
"What? Do you know her?" Nile asks, clearly oblivious to what the others know.
"She was her everything." Joe adds from the side.
Unlike Joe, Nicky looks to Andy for permission before speaking. Both Nile and Copley are listening intently. "They met at the Salem witch trials, not long after she lost Quynh. Andy helped her escape her execution, and they became extremely close after that."
"Saying that they were girlfriends is an understatement. They were almost literally inseparable; she wouldn't let her out of her sight after her first loss." Joe continues.
"It wasn't long ago that I lost her, too. She was taken sometime between the two world wars." Andy adds to clarify, her voice sadder than it has been in a while.
"I'm so sorry..." Nile pats her shoulder in comfort. "Well... if it makes it any better, she's alive." She tries to make the most of the moment, but it's not much use.
"It does... but we still don't know where." After that sentence, Andy goes completely silent, and proceeds to stare at the sea, zoning out.
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They were scattered outside the mansion, getting ready to catch the rich guy they were sent to look for. Copley was offering his gun to Andy, however she refused to take it, even if she was mortal now.
They broke in and took down all of the guards, while Joe and Nicky distracted the ones outside with a car chase. Eventually Nile joined them aswell, saving Andy and killing the man they wanted.
As they were walking out of the mansion though, a familiar face was waiting for them at the gate. Andy quite literally stopped right in her tracks as she saw her.
"Andromache. Finally." You walk towards her without a care in the world, stopping close in front of her. "I was looking for you, you know?"
"My love..." Andy reaches out cautiously, barely touching your face. Her voice is shaky and barely audible, her shock overtaking her completely.
Instead of the same disbelief, you pull her into a firm hug. However, you do tear up a slight bit, understandably. "I'm never letting you go again. Oh, Andy..."
"I really hate to interrupt, but we should go, just in case they send more guards." Nile steps closer, making you two pull back, but you hold her hands steady.
The group starts off away from the mansion, headed back to their safe house. For once, Joe and Nicky aren't the ones being overly affectionate, as you hold onto Andy's waist while she keeps her arm around you.
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Once in the house, the team took their time to calm down, talk, eat, and rest up after a tiring mission. Slowly but surely, everyone agreed on retiring early, and went to their own little bedrooms.
When you thought everyone was finally asleep, Andy threw you against her wall and kissed you hard. She really wanted to make up for lost time, as she kissed you almost until she had no air left at all, and of course you returned it eagerly.
You pull back with a gasp and Andy mirrors it, taking her chance to slip her thigh between yours. Your freshly regained breath hitches, as you let your weight press you against her leg.
Andromache kisses you again, and you start mindlessly grinding on her firm muscles, huffing and moaning with every move of your hips. "I missed you so much..."
"Fuck, so did I." She tenses her thigh for you, making you let out a dreamy sigh as you speed up. She grabs onto your lower neck for support, holding you steady against the wall.
"Did you really think I'd be gone forever?" You lean your forehead against her, your breaths mixing as you get lost in the feeling.
"Gosh, I'm so fucking sorry I never looked for you..." She tilts her chin, catching your lips in a kiss almost sweet enough to make up for many decades of lost time. "I didn't even know where to start, I—"
You break away with a frustrated grunt, glaring at her without any real anger. "Just shut up and get in my pants already."
With a disbelieving smile, Andy jumps into action; she kneels down in front of you and unbuckles your belt with such eagerness that it is rare from her.
You watch as she undoes your button and zipper, pulling your pants all the way to your ankles. You grab onto her shoulders for balance as you step out of them.
Before she could reach out again, you pull your panties down yourself, leaving your lower half bare in front of the hungry beast that is Andromache of Scythia.
After no more than a shared gaze, she dives right in; she spreads your thighs for better access and buries her nose between your folds. She takes a deep whiff of it and hums in approval, enjoying the scent of your pussy.
You tip your head back with a sigh as she gets to eating. She licks your wetness up without missing a spot— from your entrance to your clit, moaning into your skin.
You grab her by the hair for leverage, your brows furrowing as she focuses on sucking your clit, occasionally pulling back so that her little breaths hit your sensitive nerves.
You whimper when Andy's teeth graze you, so she instead moves lower, teasing your hole. "As much as I miss hearing your cute little noises, you gotta be quiet. Walls aren't exactly soundproof."
You nod and bite your lip, screwing your eyes shut tightly when her tongue pushes inside. The way it goes in, all the wetness between you two makes a little squelching sound. You roll your hips so that her nose hits your clit just right, and you gasp.
Andy sighs against you, relishing in the taste of your cunt. She pushes her tongue as deep as she can, and even if that's not all too deep compared to her fingers for example, it unwinds you faster than either of you expected.
You clench around her, slowly inching closer to the edge. She reaches up and rubs your clit aswell, kind enough to notice you nearing orgasm and helping you out.
She has you coming on her face in no time— you have to reach up and cover your mouth so you don't scream into the night. You grind hard against her, riding out your high.
"Fuck, thank you so much... gosh, I love you Andy." You grab her by her shirt and pull her up, tasting yourself on her lips as you dive in for a deep kiss, enjoying the fact that you're together again.
"I love you too. You're never leaving my sight again." She squeezes you close to her, offering the warmth of her body for comfort. She holds you tight for a minute, as if trying to get herself to believe that you're here again.
But the moment doesn't last long, as you gently push her away and immediately get to undressing her; you pull her shirt right over her head and unbuckle her bra, throwing both to the side. "Okay. My turn."
You back her up until you reach the bed and push her down on the mattress, keeping her near the edge of it as you kneel on the ground and pull her pants down all the way, her boxers following shortly.
With the same eagerness she showed before, you quickly get to it and start probing around between her folds. Once you find her moderately wet, you push a finger inside her with ease.
Anromache almost cries out but catches herself, biting into her lip instead. You use that one digit to warm her up, curling just so, motivated by her moans.
"Fuckk, I missed those fingers." She arches her back, sighing in relief. You love her reactions; the temptation is just too much— you lean in and take her clit between your lips.
Andy bucks her hips against your face, trying to get more of the sweet friction. Perhaps not exactly that, but you do slide a second finger in her pussy, just to make sure she feels it.
She gasps, clutching the sheets beside her head. You keep going against her squirms, unrelenting, desperate to return what she gave you. She deserves to be taken care of too.
You devour her clit like there's no tomorrow, and with a precise curl of your fingers against her sweet spot, Andy trips over the edge with a string of curses she can't bother to muffle.
You ease her through her orgasm, slowing to let her enjoy it and eventually stopping when she starts whimpering like a puppy. You pull your fingers back and lick them clean, humming in contentment at the familiar taste.
You climb up onto the bed beside her and tug the blankets over her hot skin, ensuring that she doesn't get cold, and cuddle up to her for good measure.
"...I really am sorry, baby. For not looking. I missed you so much." Andy curls into you, her guilt making her be the smaller of the two for once.
"Don't be. You would've never found me in the gulags of Siberia. Besides... give me a few more like this, and you're forgiven for life." You kiss the top of her head, doing your best to reassure her. And though you know it's no use, you want Andromache to know that you really don't blame her.
The two of you stay low like that, tangled together in bed, saying anything that comes to your mind until the both of you fall asleep from exhaustion.
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"Gosh, finally. I know it's a reunion moment, but when she said 'keep it down', I really believed they'd stick to it, you know?" Nile complains to the boys, rolling her eyes in absolute annoyance.
Nile's room happened to be just right next to Andy's— and so, also yours, in turn. And while yes, she expected to hear some things, she didn't think that desperate sex would be it.
While Copley slept through the whole thing on the other side of the room, she came over to Joe and Nicky, hoping that the other couple wasn't doing the same.
"It's the first they're seeing eachother after almost a century, cut them some slack." Nicky tries to defend them, but Joe shushes him.
"The walls are thin, they should've known better. I mean, we sure did."
"It was fine when it was just the two of you, but now I'm just surrounded by couples." Nile crosses her arms like she's offended by all the love around her.
"Give them some time to get used to eachother again. I swear to you, they're not always like this. Especially not in front of the team." Nicky to the rescue again, even though the two they're talking about will never hear this.
"Remind me to find myself an immortal boyfriend in the next century or so. I want my revenge."
A/N: Haiii! I'm back with some smut for you guys, hope you liked it. I decided to feed the Andromache fans, cause there really isn't much food for us out there :,( but anyway, I have a few requests, and I REALLY sincerely hope to get to them while it's still summer (my excuse to write), so dw my anons even though you're probably not reading this. Does anyone even read the notes I leave at the end? Whatever xD just in case anyone does, I thank you for reading <3
Haiiiiii! Loveeeeeeeeee the storiessssss! Can I ask for a Lady Lesso please 🥺 Where she's always herself unless y/n walks into the room or her sight line then she turns all nervous and flustered slightly just utterly distracted and not herself and y/n is completely unaware and refuses to believe it causing Leonora to take matters into her own hands please
Lady Lesso x Reader - Feelings? What are those?
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Summary: Lesso has a crush on you, and unfortunately, she has no idea how to control it. It's so obvious, but nobody dares to assume anything.
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Never!Teacher!Reader, Lesso soft only for you, Lesso oblivious to feelings
Leonora was absolutely done for.
They recently hired a new teacher at the School for Evil. And while it is said that to be evil is to be ugly— a fact proven by the school having a whole class for uglification— she is the most beautiful person Lesso had ever seen.
She's always composed, put-together, disciplined, and extremely stylish, maybe even more so than the princesses at the other school.
She keeps her head held high and doesn't waver from her opinions, yet she still knows her place and role. And somehow, she has absolutely bewitched the deans, one more so than the other.
Lesso is down bad for her. It's almost pathetic, how much. Luckily, they were never in the same place at the same time all too often throughout the year, as Lesso was quite busy not only with training her little Nevers, but also the trouble Sophie's caused for her.
But now, that the school year has come to an end? The teachers weren't going anywhere. Not for a good while, at least. So she was stuck being around you more often than ever before.
Unfortunately, your effect on her was more noticeable than she'd like. Any time you walked into the room, Lesso almost immediately lost focus.
If she was talking? Her words immediately trail off into silence. No thoughts behind those eyes, instantly staring at you, listening to you, paying attention to you.
And unsurprisingly, that's exactly what was happening now. A fact that she was reminded of by the insufferably high-pitched voice of Dovey calling her name.
"...and what? Leonora, hello? Lesso!" She steps into her line of sight, in an attempt to regain her attention. "You were saying something."
"Was I?" She asks back, completely forgetting her usual character. She wastes no time in correcting herself, though. "No I wasn't. It's insignificant, so I didn't find it worth to finish."
She turns back to Dovey as if nothing happened, but her usual coldness is strangely missing from her gaze.
"You were going on about how disappointed you are that your students are behaving themselves." Dovey raises an eyebrow at her lost composure.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And it doesn't matter anymore?" The princess questions with a suspicious raise of an eyebrow.
"Well, clearly not! I said so just now." She crosses her arms like a child, not willing to admit any of it.
"If you say so." Dovey concludes, and Lesso walks off like nothing happened. In reality, she just wants to get away from you.
At dinner, you just so happen to sit next to her. She goes completely silent once you do, focusing on eating instead. Usually she would be speaking with the others next to her.
"Lesso." You call out, making her stop completely. She hums in question before swallowing her food.
"A little birdie once told me that you're becoming soft. That you used to be much stricter before I arrived. Is that true?" You take a bite of your food, looking at her like you asked a completely casual question.
To be fair, you did. It's none of your fault that Lesso is caught off-guard by it and freezes up like it's personal. "Couldn't be farther from the truth. I am not becoming weak."
You laugh at her response, and her heart tightens. You're laughing at her. She focuses back on her plate and eating.
"I mean, I believe you; you seem pretty cold-hearted as is. But I heard some older students say that standards used to be higher in your class some years ago."
Higher standards? She's the strictest teacher in the school! She does have high standards for her students' performance! But then again, for some strange reason, she doesn't like how you called her cold-hearted...
She continues with her mouth still half full, desperate to defend herself. "Well... that's just because Nevers are becoming weaker nowadays."
She takes a moment to swallow. "I mean, evil hasn't won in centuries. They're just getting more pathetic with every generation that passes. Back in my school days, I couldn't be anything but the perfect villain."
"Says the perfectionist. But sure." After a short pause and some reconsideration, you add. "Please don't go hard on the students just because I said this."
Leonora rolls her eyes. "I won't. It'd be no use, they would just act up, and that's too much effort for no result." She doesn't tell you that it did cross her mind, and she's only refusing for you. You don't have to know about that.
"How do you handle her? I see you've been talking a bit more since summer break started, and I honestly don't know how you keep up with it." Dovey leans in to ask you in a hushed whisper.
You two are outside in the gardens, walking together. You went outside to get some escape from the smell that most of the Evil castle carries, while she was out to tend to some plants, and you two ended up talking.
"She's really not so bad, you know. Just a little grumpy sometimes. You always say she's unbearably awful, yet I really don't see it."
Dovey looks at you like you've lost your mind. Her eyebrows raise and eyes widen in disbelief at your words. "A little grumpy?? Do you know that the woman has a torture room instead of detention?! That she has breakdowns so bad when things don't go her way that only magic can restore all that she breaks?"
You stop to consider. "Actually... no. I never knew that. She seems... I don't know, a bit childish at most. I never believed that she could be so.. indifferent— I suppose that's the word— as students say she is."
"Oh, honey... childish, that she is. But she's also the dean of Evil. She worked all her life to be at the top, and she's there for a reason. I have no clue why she doesn't seem to be her usual self with you."
Just that afternoon, the School for Evil had a sort of a meeting; something about lesson plans. Everyone worked on their own class, presented their schedule to Lesso for approval, and went on with the rest of their day.
You were the last in line, leaving you two alone in her office while you showed her your own work. However she dismissed quite a few of your ideas. The excuses were mostly the same: "that's useless", "you won't have time for that", or "they wouldn't understand".
"Oh, come on, Lesso! I cannot believe this. This is basic knowledge future villains should be learning. Maybe you really have become a softie..." You trail off, not really thinking deeper into what you said.
Leonora, on the other hand, tenses. "What did you just call me?" She stares at you with pure anger, a look you haven't seen from her before.
"I'm sorry, Lady Lesso, I didn't mean—"
"I am not a softie. I am still the same old me that I always was, and even better, I'm still your dean. Just because that's what you bring out of me doesn't mean I'm always as such."
She cuts back harshly, but her last sentence just doesn't come off the way she wanted it to. "What do you mean by that?"
The second you ask that is when she realizes she's fucked. "I-I mean, I don't know what... exactly you do to me, but you have me stuttering and shy, and just... overall distracted. I don't know what it means..."
"Well... not to assume anything, but it sure sounds like a crush, if you ask me."
"No. No way. Evil doesn't love." She crosses her arms over her chest, defensive. But after a short silent period, she speaks up again. "Okay, maybe— just to break the rules of society— it could be."
"Do you want to find out?"
Before she could form a response, you trail a finger down her arm. Leonora's breath hitches and her heart skips, to which you smirk.
"Yeah. Definitely a crush."
A/N: Heyy! I'm so sorry that you had to wait almost a year for this :,( I was so uninspired all winter, but now it's summer again so you shall be getting alot more activity from me hehe Anyways I hope you like it, it's not exactly what you requested, but I think it's close enough. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading <33
Thank you so much for the tag!!! @istillhaventpickedausername
Rules: Make a poll with seven of your all time favorite characters from seven different fandoms, and then tag seven people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.
Who's your favorite?
Silver Vanrouge (Twst)
Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)
Kiriyama Rei (Sangatsu no Lion)
Cole (Ninjago)
Maul (Star Wars)
Verso Dessendre (Clair Obscur)
Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)
Voting ended onJun 12
NPT: @ninjaaa-go @darknessyournewfriend
I don't have seven people to tag 😅 so if anyone else thinks this sounds fun, go for it!
If I added F/Os to this list it would never end but in general I'd say
Favs?
Draculaura (Monster High)
Raven Queen (Ever After High)
Twilight Sparkle (MLP)
Bluey (Bluey)
Pink Diamond (Steven Universe)
Princess BubbleGum (Adventure Time)
Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)
Voting ended onJun 11
Tagging Moots and people I think are cool: @nerdycaregiver @permaclumsy @imcrayzier @jazminthecub @killjoy413 @kakusu-shipping @xilasbean @vampire-clowns-r-us @nbipuppy
Summary: Mildred tells Gwendolyn about the woman who captured her heard during her time in the war.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: WarNurse!Reader, Vague description of injury, Mentions of blood and death, Angst?, Mildred and Gwen are just gay friends
Mildred and Gwendolyn were sitting in the break room a bit after lunchtime, chatting together. While Mildred accepted the dinner invitation, when they arrived at that women's bar, she declined politely and let Gwen drive her home.
"So, if you came to that restaurant... why not the bar? Pardon me if I assumed wrong, but you are... like us, no?" They spoke in whispers, just in case anyone was nearby.
"It was most kind of you to invite me, however... call me foolish, but there was once a girl... and I'm not sure I could ever feel the same way as I once did for her." Mildred sighs, thoughtful.
"Oh?" Gwendolyn leans forward, clearly eager to hear the story. Mildred takes a deep breath, takes a moment to gather her thoughts, then starts.
"I'm not sure I told you, but I used to be a military nurse before coming here. I served during the world war. As a nurse, we always stayed in camp, tending to soldiers."
Mildred walks through camp carrying a variety of stuff in her arms, handing them out to other nurses she passes by with brief instructions.
"Nurse Ratched! Over here, please!" With a small sigh, she walks over to the doctor calling for her.
"Could you wrap him up for me? Quickly." He instructs, pointing to the soldier laying in the bed with a missing leg, bleeding heavily and moaning in pain.
Before she could respond, the doctor handed her some wraps, patted her shoulder, and moved on to a different bed, leaving her alone. Without protest, she starts wrapping up his leg, uncaring for the sounds of pain. "I know.. but it needs to be done."
"My superiors claimed I performed well, so I got sent to a different camp; one that needed higher maintenance. She was head nurse there.. that's how we met."
"Mildred Ratched." She accepts her handshake with a nod, their formal greeting.
"Great to meet you, Mildred. I have no time to explain anything right now; go tend to anyone you see that isn't getting care. Let's hope we get some peace at night and talk then." And with a final smile, she walks off to her patients.
Mildred is left standing there by herself, frozen. She watches the nurse until she is out of sight, and even then she stays there for a moment, contemplating.
The sounds of pain catching up to her is what snaps her out of her haze, and she looks around the beds until she decides to make herself useful and approach one.
"For a while, we were just that; nurse and her superior. As time passed, things calmed for a while... so we spent most nights together."
The first time it happened, the head nurse called her aside to get to know eachother. After that, they met up almost every other night.
Despite the short while that Mildred's been here, they became friends extremely fast. No wonder they became extremely soon.
On one important evening, they were sitting in the storage closet, telling stories and laughing in hushed whispers.
"Good Lord, Mildred... I'm so glad you're here. You make this dark situation a lot brighter for me." She slowly inches closer and takes her hand.
Mildred freezes up, as she's never held hands with anyone besides Edmund. But once she processes it, she laces their fingers together and holds on tight. "I don't think I've ever been so glad for a transfer before..."
They sit close together, appreciating the silence for a minute, before the woman speaks up again. "I... like you a lot, Nurse Ratched. As more than a colleague."
The words land heavy on her heart, making her pause. "I like you too, Head Nurse. A lot."
"And you never got caught?" Gwen asks, leaning forward in increased interest.
"Not like that." Mildred immediately cuts back, scolding. "We talked. Sat together under the starry sky. Shared secrets nobody else has heard."
They sat right by the entrance of the tent, as they managed to convince the guard for the night to go inside, as they'd be out watching anyways.
"The general told me he's satisfied with you." She comments, trying to start a conversation, even if laying in silence with her head on Mildred's lap is peaceful.
"That's so strange to hear. You know... I'm not even a nurse." Mildred shares with a small smile. She's nervous for her colleague's reaction, but she's assuming they're close enough that she won't mind.
"You aren't? How did that happen?" She chuckles, amused by the thought of how she managed to slip through the background checks.
"I have no education... but I really wanted to be a nurse. So, I lied about my qualifications... and they just never checked if it was true." She shrugged, still hoping for no judgement.
The woman laughed out loud, quickly covering her mouth when she realised the time. "You're crazy..." She stares upwards, smiling at Mildred with the fondest eyes she's ever seen in her lifetime.
"You know, you sure are good for someone who never went to school. All our superiors are satisfied with your performance."
"Despite this... small inconvenience, I've worked hard to be where I am now." She defends, even though nothing bad was said.
"I know, darling. And I'm very proud of you, Mildred. I think, after the war... someday, you'll have your own hospital that you lead. I'm sure of it."
"She couldn't have been more right. Beside Nurse Bucket, you basically run this place."
"I suppose. And it was all going well, too... After months... I couldn't take it. Despite how many times people said I'm a great nurse... I just couldn't take it anymore."
"Everyone was in pain, and we weren't allowed to let them die. They were begging for death, and nobody did a thing..."
"And so?"
"And so... I showed them mercy."
Mildred stood cleaning a body off of a bed, cleaning the sheets for a new patient to come, when a familiar voice called out. "Nurse Ratched! May I speak with you? Privately."
She hurries over to the head nurse, who leads them to a corner.
"What the hell are you thinking? I saw you murder that man, Mildred. And I'm not mad because he's dead; I know it's better for him this way. But you know we aren't allowed to let them die— keep this up and you'll get in serious trouble."
She scolds more like she's concerned than upset at her actions. But Mildred cannot listen reason right know; all she knows is the pain of the dying soldiers that must be put to an end.
"Do not reprimand me for doing what is right. These people are suffering... is it so bad to give them what they want?"
"Yes, it is. Please, Mildred, stop this before someone higher up than I notices." She grabs her hands, trying to shake some sense into her.
With a sigh, Mildred nods. "Alright... for you, I will."
"I lied to her. I said I would stop... and I tried to restrain myself for as long as I could, but I did it again. And again, and again. Eventually, the general found out."
"Ratched! Get over here." The general calls out to her. She makes her way over, her heart beating out of her chest.
"Yes, sir?" She stands as straight as she can, but doesn't dare to look the man in the eyes.
"Explain to me why an increasing amount of my men under your care have been dying of asphyxiation." He crosses his arms, demanding answers.
"Sir, I—"
"I know what you're doing, bitch. You have exactly five seconds to get out of my sight, you're done here." He doesn't wait for her excuse, he just sends her away, and Mildred doesn't hesitate to flee.
She gathers her few belongings, but before she leaves, she goes to find her head nurse. She finds her digging through the familiar supply closet.
At her arrival, she looks up with a smile, but her face quickly turns serious when she sees Mildred holding all her things.
"Nurse Ratched?" She turns to face her, confused.
"I was dismissed. I have to go." She puts her things down on the ground, and with a glance around the room to make sure it's empty, she takes her hands.
"You didn't listen to me, did you..." She looks at Mildred with deep disappointment in her eyes, but she holds onto her hands anyways, knowing this is the last time she gets to.
"I'm sorry, nurse. But I still have to go... I wish you the best, truly. And I'm sincerely sorry." She pulls her hands back slowly, clearly not wanting to, but feeling the increasing pressure to do so.
Before she could leave, the woman grabs her face and kisses her, pouring every drop of her love into it. Mildred holds onto her wrist and kisses back, showing her reciprocation, but again she pulls back not long after.
"I'm truly sorry, I really must go." She gathers her stuff in her arms once more and takes a step back. "I hope to see you once you return. Until then, I wish you well."
"Farewell, Mildred..." She watches as her favourite nurse departs, leaving the tent without bearing to look back, lest she get caught up in her feelings.
"And what happened? Why isn't she here with you?"
"After I returned home, I could barely hold down a job. I remember quite well; I was a server in a restaurant, when I heard the news on the radio."
"War was over..."
"Yes, exactly that. I think it wasn't more than a few days that I called in to the government to ask about her." Mildred pauses for a bit, staring at the table like it holds all of her feeling; the immense love she felt for that woman, the grief of leaving her behind.
"...they said she wasn't on the list of survivors."
A/N: Hey guyss! So I threw this together today, case yesterday I watched a movie about Hungarians rescuing other Hungarians from Afganistan, and the most important person on the list was a nurse, and I remembered Mildred was also a military nurse, and yeah. I really hate the picture cause the colours don't match, but they just fit the story so good ughhh oh well. I really like this, and it's the first kinda said piece I wrote, so I hooe you all enjoy aswell. Thank you for reading!
Girl i'll send you cash asks maybe you could do some of those anon games
Uhhmmm, call me stupid but I'm really not sure what the word 'cash' has to do in this context xd
But I'd be up for anon games though, I just don't know my options yet, but I might look, especially since we don't have anything serious for the rest of the summer
Summary: The Met Gala, but Lou got herself a date. However, you caught her in the act.
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: Happy Birthday to Cate Blanchett! model!Reader, hints of Debbie x Lou
The original plan was to get everyone a simple job at the Met Gala. Tammy an organizer, the rest around the kitchen. As a designer, only Rose was invited to sit with the guests.
However, despite Debbie planning even the tiniest details, it was all thrown off when Lou stormed into the apartment one day, full of energy unlike her usual self.
"Guys, change of course: I'm invited." She walks over to the rest of them sitting around on the couches. All the girls look up at her with different expressions of surprise.
Debbie looks almost mad that things aren't going her way. "Invited? What do you mean, invited? Invited, how?" She stands up from her seat, walking straight over to Lou and stopping in her face.
"Okay— not me specifically. A model is taking me as her date." She tries to clarify, but it doesn't quite make things better for the rest of them.
"A model? How'd you meet a model? Better yet, how'd you get her to take you as a plus one?" Tammy stands from her spot aswell, not sure on how seriously she should take this.
"Okay, chill. I was just out driving, when I came across a photoshoot someplace not far from the road, and it got my interest so I stopped by." Lou moves past the others to the kitchen and pours herself a short drink.
"And then, since I was a total stranger, the staff wanted to send me away. But then, the girl they were shooting went 'Let her stay if she wants', so I did just that."
The girls were listening intently, hanging onto her every word like this is a life-changing story. Which, it is.
Lou downs her shot before continuing. "I stayed. And once finished, she came to talk with me. Said I was really cool and hot and stuff, not gonna get into that."
She walks to the others at the couch and plops down. The excitement is practically dripping from her, but it's also obvious that she's nervous aswell.
"I invited her to my bar, got to know her... no we did not hook up, she said she's not the type. So anyways, we've been talking for a month or two."
She leans back in the couch and sighs, letting her muscles relax after coming home from a long and eventful day. She continues a bit quieter, willing herself to calm down.
"I didn't know how big of a model she was. I just though she was modelling for a local paper or something. But then, I took her for coffee today, and she dropped the invite like a casual date proposal."
"Did you accept?" Debbie asks, almost accusingly. She most definitely doesn't like the thought of Lou entertaining a woman.
"Well, no... I said I'll have to think it through, aka ask you guys, but she took it well, so if it's fine I'd like to say yes..." Lou turns shy at her own answer, as if what she wants is something forbidden.
"Well... it doesn't fall apart because of one person, does it?" Rose asks, looking at Debbie hopefully.
"We could adjust to a little change." Amita suggests, trying to defend the idea. She looks to the others for approval, and smiles when nobody seems against it.
With everyone agreeing, Debbie can't do anything but give in. With a reluctant sigh, she relents. "Fine. But I'll have to think of how that'll be useful for us. You didn't tell her about the heist yet, did you?"
"Of course not."
"Good. Then don't. We'll have to work around her." Debbie states with a hint of finality, then walks off, probably already going to rethink her plan.
The rest of the girls immediately surround Lou, asking questions and— surprisingly— making her blush at the attention.
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You didn't let her show up on her bike. This is the Met Gala, there's no way you would. Instead, you told your driver to go pick her up on a certain street.
She wore a pretty sparkling suit when you pulled up to the curb in a sleek black car— though not a limo. Your driver got out to open the backseat door for her, leading her to sit next to you.
"Hey hotshot." She leaned over to give you a brief hug, as best as she can. "You look beautiful tonight. Not that you don't otherwise, but it's worth noting."
You laugh at her greeting, blushing. It's so... her, it's endearing. "So do you. I don't think I've ever seen you so elegant." That makes her smile aswell.
You spend the ride there holding hands, and telling her about what to expect from the evening. It's easy to get lost in conversation when one has a sense of humour like the one she does.
When you get there, you take your time walking up the stairs. She keeps an arm around your waist while the cameras flash. As big of a moment this is for her, she tries to ignore the attention and keep her head straight.
You bask in the attention like any other celebrity would. Lou doesn't let you get lost in it, however, as she walks slow enough to let you take it in, but never stops for long.
As you're walking down the hall, you come across Debbie, disguised as an actress, standing with a drink. Lou doesn't stop; in fact, she barely even looks at her. But the one glance they share is a meaningful one: keep her oblivious.
(Un)surprisingly, you happen to be seated at the same table as Rose Weil and Daphne Kluger. What really is a shocker though— at least, to Lou it was— that you actually knew Rose.
Not personally, but you've heard of her. And somehow, you liked her designs. So when they served dinner, you took some time to chat with her.
This gave Lou an opportunity to go to the bathroom, where Debbie was stationed, and talk to her.
"Debs, I can't. Or— I can, I won't tell her, but I just feel so guilty about all this. If she were to find out, I don't want her thinking I just used her to get in here. I don't like lying to her..."
"Then don't let her find out. Simple as that. And quit panicking, it doesn't look good on you." She teases. But then adds, just so she doesn't come off as mean. "You're doing well. You can't fuck it up if you genuinely like her, just don't spill and you're good."
Lou softens at her comment. Interestingly, despite her acting jealous, Debbie doesn't seem like she wants to ruin this for her. "Thanks. Everything good with the others?"
"All in order. Now go back before your doll starts missing you." She winks, trying to be encouraging.
Once Daphne loses her neck piece, everything goes on lockdown. They take everyone out of the main room, but don't let anyone leave the building. Admittedly, you're somewhat scared, as you've never been in a similar situation before, especially not at a place as expensive as this one.
In the big crowd, Lou manages to slip away and go to the exhibition for the jewelry she originally came for. Since you were scared to be alone while all this was going on, you made the mistake of asking someone else at your table about where she went.
You sneak off after her, and enter the exhibition room to find her slipping expensive accessories into hidden pockets of her vest.
No wonder, you freeze right in the doorway. In utter shock, you only manage a small squeak. "...Lou?"
Then, in turn, she also freezes up. "Honey— gosh, why aren't you with the others?" She rushes over to you, and is almost relieved when you don't run.
"I was scared alone in the crowd... but I'm not sure this is any better. What the hell are you doing?"
She sighs. The one thing you weren't supposed to do was find out. And you did. She has to tell you now, there's no going back once you saw.
"Okay... me and a couple of other ladies here organized a heist. I was tasked with the risky part... and you caught me. So... do whatever you want, but please, I beg you, tell no one." She has a pleading look when she meets your eyes, more desperate than you've ever seen her.
You stand there in shock, trying to process what you witnessed. But she doesn't really let you. "We have to go back, they'll surely notice we're gone." She then grabs your wrist and takes you back to where everyone else is.
By the time you get back, you don't have to wait long before you're let back to the dinner tables. There's a tense silence between the two of you, neither of you finding the right words to be said.
Eventually, once dinner's over, you manage to coax her to a secluded corner of an unused room. You stare up at her, and gather yourself for the upcoming conversation.
"...You're mad at me. I know you are, you're never this silent. And I don't blame you. It already means a lot that you haven't reported us to the police." Lou speaks as if the blooming relationship was already done for.
"I'm not... okay, I am. Because you didn't tell me. But I don't doubt that you genuinely like me. I mean, I never told you my income or anything... this is just a lot right now. The fact that I've been with a criminal all along..."
Despite your words, you trail your index finger over her chest and bite your lip, a clear sign that you're not furious. Probably just upset or disappointed.
"I do. I meant everything. You're way too kind to me. But if you could look past this..." She trails off, not daring to finish that sentence. You probably don't notice, but around you, Lou is a lot softer than with others; a lot more expressive, and it's clear she really does care.
You take only a moment to think it through. You don't want this to end. You like Lou a lot. She's been nothing but sweet to you, you love the way she cares for you. As devastated as you are, you don't think you could handle her leaving you.
So instead of a response, you grab the lapels of her jacket and kiss her. Lou gasps, her brain pretty much shutting down at the contact.
This is your first kiss.
No matter how flirty she is, she always took it slow for your sake. She once tried to kiss you around two weeks in, but you turned your head away and hid in her neck instead.
And now, you're the one initiating it.
This is a huge moment, and when she realizes that, she immediately kisses back. She slides her hands around your hips and holds you like she's afraid you'll leave, and you melt against eachother.
You pull back to rest your forehead against eachother. "I'm not leaving... but you have some serious explaining to do. And you have to make it up to me."
Lou lets out an adorable little laugh, grateful that that's your answer. This is better than any outcome she ever imagined. "Yes ma'am."
A/N: Hey guys! First fic in a longggg time. This is my bday gift to Cate Blanchett, even though she won't see it. Oh well. I realized around 1PM that it's her bday and I just kinda threw this together, but I was so deep in flow state xdd I hope it turned out good. Thank you for reading! <33
🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨
The fact that two of my mutuals sent this to me makes me happier than anyone could ever realise (also you're getting a different 5 songs bc both of you are special <3)
Garden of Eden — Lady Gaga
I (Heart) You — KMFDM
Friesenjung — Joost
Bass Slut — S3RL (mostly the original mix but also others)
