#plutonic!reader

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I'll keep an eye on it 👀

You said I can request for a platonic Lady Lesso x reader right? Hmmmm ... wait let me think of a request. Ooo also it doesn't have to be soft!Lesso cause I'd rather see that she's not ooc too much.

So ... umumum maybe one with Rafal where the Rafal is after the reader and makes the reader break rulessss and disobey and stuff and she keeps testing Lady Lesso and then Lesso founds out about the Rafal situation.

I hope it's not much and I hope you like the request 😁 And take your time with it ofc ofc. 🤎

Stay Away From Him ~Platonic!Lady Lesso xFem Student!Reader

Summary— Read Request.

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Warnings: angst, implied future crying, implied manipulation, implied darkness, implied exploitation, what ending?, etc.

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“What did you just say…?”

It went silent, all the screaming between you two having ceased. Your eyes went wide at your slip up.

She knew.

She knew this behavior. Your outbursts, your rage, it was all fueled by something darker, something too close to home for the redhead. You were being manipulated into his bidding. He had his slimy hands all over you. The thought made her sick.

“What name did you just say…?” Lesso said under her breath, voice low and wary.

You looked away, fidgeting with the ends of your tattered dress (if it could even be considered a dress, more like rags). You bit your lip and tried to hold back the impending tears.

“R-Rafal…” you whispered, screwing your eyes shut tight and bracing for the dean’s reaction with a flinch.

Lesso’s back straightened and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up at your utterance. It was what she had feared. He had sunken his claws into another innocent girl. The redhead’s perspective shifted, this wasn’t you, this was Rafal acting through you. When the redhead gave no immediate response, you unflinched and opened your eyes to the dean.

“You are excused. But you are not to ever talk to him again. I will be watching you.” Lesso breathed out with gritted teeth.

Now, she had a headache. Not on it did she have to keep an eye on you, but she also had to deal with Rafal being back.

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I’ve Got You ~Plutonic!Godmother!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Goddaughter!Reader

Summary— Sylvia is Reader’s Godmother who practically raised Reader. Some days the pressure of the high society of New York gets to Sylvia. On those days, Reader is there for Sylvia, guiding her arm by arm to make it through the day.

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Warnings: little angst, fluff, implied depression, implied anxiety, implied depressive history, implied anxiety history, implied abandonment, comforting, physical comfort, happy ending, etc.

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Sometimes it was just too much for her. High society New York was ruthless. They ostracized her. Sylvia was usually good at putting on a brave face and putting her first foot forward. She was usually good at brushing off the looks and snide comments. She had gotten used to the prejudice, the traditional views.

But sometimes it just became too much. Sometimes she let those pesky thoughts get the best of her. Some days, Sylvia stayed inside her home, locked away from the world. She would stay in bed until the late afternoon, rising only to eat a little, before retreating back to bed. She’d have those comments in her head on loop, haunting her. Her past never seemed to relent it seemed. And that was hard to reconcile on some days.

Those were the days that concerned you. Whenever you could sense that she was about to break, you were quick to be by the woman’s side. She was your Godmother after all. And as your family had never really been one to raise you, Sylvia had. She hadn’t needed to. She simply had. You’d happily take care of the woman on those difficult days, considering all she’d done for you.

On those days, the days where Sylvia fought every single fiber of life, you were right by her side. You would convince her to get up, get dressed, and get some breakfast. You’d try to make her laugh throughout your morning meal as much as you could. You could see her thoughts spiraling across the table. Her eyes were blank, dull from all the overwhelmingness going on behind them.

And then you would suggest an activity outside of her house walls. If she was up for it, you would accompany Sylvia to something such as an art exhibit or to a park. Fresh air always helped. You’d make sure to steer clear of any known social gatherings, not wanting her to have to deal with the cliquey society of New York’s finest, not on days like this.

If she wouldn’t hear it, you’d at least insist that you two tour her own personal art exhibit at the minimum, to at least get her moving around. You’d spend hours silent on those types of days, but you were used to it. You’d talk to her, talk about her art, talk about your life, talk about her, talk about anything and everything to keep her distracted and safe with your arm linked into hers.

Slowly but surely, you’d start to coax the woman back to her vivid disposition. By the end of the day, you’d insist they go out to dinner, and by then, Sylvia would usually agree. (On some really bad days, you’d take her straight to bed, it just all being too much and unrelenting. And you made sure to let her know that that was okay too, that you would never fault her for wanting to start fresh the next day). If she’d let you wine and dine her, you could usually crack a couple of small smiles from her.

By the end of your shared night, you’d take the woman home, tucking her in and saying good night.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I am ever so lucky to have your company, that you tolerate me…” Sylvia would whisper, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You’d blush.

“Anytime. And nonsense, I don’t tolerate you— I love you.” You’d whisper back.

This would make Sylvia blush.

“I love you too” She’d murmur before falling into slumber.

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