#rafal in general

[fireemblemfancies]

A dragon deserves to be adored 💖

*this isn’t an edit or a screenshot, it’s 3d fanart*  

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #rafal #rafal fire emblem #render #general #a very kind person on twitter sent me his files!! baby!! darling dragon!!

[rafent]

To say Griss was bad at gift-giving would be an understatement (unless, of course, the gift involved pain. For him. And then he was half decent at it on a good day). He'd never put any value on doing things like that for other people, and the thought of giving up something that belonged to him - or going out of his way to get something - out of the goodness of his heart made his skin crawl. That wasn't to say that he didn't know how receiving a gift felt, but everything had a string attached, so he'd grown up snatching things so fast the strings snapped. Gratitude was foreign to him, too.

But Lord Rafal was no ordinary person, and Griss had decided the moment he opened the little bag the dragon had given to him months ago that he'd pay him back somehow. He'd learned the date of his birth only recently, surprised as he often was whenever Zephia spoke of age by the fact that he even had one, which left him little time to prepare. Not that Griss ever prepared for anything, but he knew Lord Rafal would be able to tell if he half-assed it, and he took some degree of care to not insult a fell dragon.

The blade of the carving knife slid across the callouses of his left palm, not quite kissing softer skin, still indecisive about whether to cut. Griss straddled a bench in the long-emptied dining hall under the flicker of candlelight, bent over and studying the lines in his hand. Beside him, the table boasted numerous cuts fanned out in some erratic pattern where he'd spent the majority of his jittery energy stabbing the knife between his fingers. He wasn't nervous. He didn't know he was, anyway.

The creaking door echoed through the hall and his head snapped up, grinning mask falling right into place. His guest had arrived, and he stood to meet him with knife still in hand.

"You made it." A hint of doubt, just barely. The dragon probably had better things to do. Griss offered his hand, the edge of the knife pressed into skin.

"So you got options today. First one's blood." And this was the one Griss was clearly most excited for. Brows raised when he bumped his hand a little closer. "We'd give our blood to Lord Sombron on-- well, every day, but especially on holidays. And I'm pretty sure your birthday would've been a holiday if you'd lived in my world. Couldn't get ya any royal blood without getting kicked outta the monastery, but it's not gonna hurt my feelings if my blood's not good enough. 'cause I also got this--" He turned halfway toward the table and the knife became a glint of light as he swung it to underscore the spread he'd procured.

"I didn't know which one you liked best, so I got the chef to cook up all the desserts on the menu. Took a lotta persuasion, but I knew she had sense. Hehehe." Everything from cakes, to pies, to cookies and macarons, to chocolate-covered fruit decorated the table, not laid out in any particularly pleasing way, but they all certainly looked fresh regardless. The knife point stopped at a corked bottle sitting at the end, and Griss led Lord Rafal over to it with more enthusiasm than his presentation of the desserts.

"Or this." He set the knife down to lift the dark bottle with both hands, clearly proud of it. "Got this as a thank-you for a job a while ago. Fancy stuff. I've been savin' it, but it's all yours now. So--" He looked up expectantly. "What'd'you think? An offering worthy of a fell dragon? You can carve me up with that knife if it's not. I made sure it was nice 'n sharp."

[// lord above sorry for the length]

It was not often, or really at all, that others summoned him to a location mysteriously preordained, unmarked by specifics and clear reasons. For such a lure to find its source in Griss of all people, Rafal's ignorance of the sights entered into was ergo wholly sincere. A room wadded full with the smell of mouthwatering sweets, lit by candlelight and replete with preparations in its illuminated shadows. He pretended especially that these implications did not thrill him. That disappoint the other man certainly did not.

". . .Punishments and blood holidays will be rejected." Immediate rejection, naturally, once recovered from wide, traveling eyes with nose wrinkled for further solidity of askance and brutal honesty. Those ideas were more to Griss' favor and even to Father's. Tonight was his eve of celebration and his flourish of hand pointed out the largesse that spelled his preference. "—but these are more acceptable. These are worthy offerings, enough to earn a place among the altars of Gradlon's finest temples."

A lengthier process of thought collapsed next, unfurling on a look almost distracted. Mumbled, worked, and smoothed past its invisible kinks. "Food and libation, a follower, only the setting leaves something to be desired. A temple this place is not, but with enough imagination. . ."

Words tapered off from a thought that would never finish; that would remain privy and consigned to the buried place it came from. Immersion was the true gift, wasn't it? To Rafal it surely was; one who had not been fashioned subject to ostentatious worship during his time. While Fell Dragons were showered with reverence only the true ones enjoyed lavish offerings - not failures with human forms alone that other children of god disdained. That truer humans took notice of, too.

Demeanor brightened, realizing the giddy makings of a destiny that could be worn for one night. He settled himself onto the bench in what could only be determined favorable reception, one leg crossed over the other. With that a lordly air; with that, not all masks worn with intent to deceive. Not all games of pretend condemned as harmful delusion. "Your provision of worship is most satisfactory to me, Griss. You may rejoice. I will accept it; all of it, and all of you."

But worship wasn't perfectly fulfilled in the absence of fawning eyes, mouths, and ovations. Without an audience readied to awe and vaunt at a dragon's every action. "Pour me a drink. I would be pleased further to celebrate me—" he gestured, commanded, and this time finished for that thought even if silently. Hopefully. Together, with the depletion of a sumptuous bottle to mark their time.

#◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ╱ askbox. #twistedisciple #griss feeling nervous awwww.... analogy to first date jitters #tbf i do think that 'giving fell child of my religion a gift' jitters are even MORE justified hahahaha #my note is that rafal wasn't given the same level of worship as other fell children or attention in general #so griss' libation-like gift turned out to be very meaningful #alternative rafal vc: ok griss lets larp >:) u can't be the fell dragon tho >:( YOU have to be the human. only i can be the dragon

[filipofwoodsbeyond]

i have a lot of opinions about the sge movie. i don't know how much of it is biased because of how attached i am to the book version so i'm trying to remain positive

all i can say for sure is that the actors did all the characters complete justice, and i loved all the characterisations despite some of them being different to the books.

i especially love what they did with Tedros and Agatha (even though i think some of the positive changes with Tedros will effect the impact of world without princes that they seem to be setting up)

also the film was gorgeous, i loved the costumes settings and designs so so much. maybe some of the cgi was a lil crappy but in the best possible way (campy with a lot of heart)

#Holding back a lot of negativity here yall but i'm trying #all my negativity comes from the plot changes and rafal's inclusion tho #so as long as i just think about agatha and tedros and the teachers and the supporting cast we are all good #nothing wrong whatsoever :'D #i am absolutely not thinking about lady lesso being a reader and sophie not killing anyone and the trial by tale being a one off thing and #the beautification scene being cut and tedros trying to kill agatha being cut and the forest not being blue and agatha and the covens- #- friendship not being shown and rafal being the one to make sophie evil #Sophie needed to be so so so much more evil #like 10x meaner to everyone i needed to see her murder and manipulate and just generally be horrible to everyone who's nice to her #screaming into my pillow rn #i have waited 10 YEARS FOR THIS #9 year old me would've simultaneously been so happy over this existing but 19 year old me is crying over not knowing if i love or hate it #school for good and evil #sge #tagatha

[eheyeart]

In the style of Rafal Olbinski

#midjourney #ai art #midjorneyart #ai generated #rafal olbinski

[ihrc-hq]

Crime Prevention: IHRC Secretary-General Opening Remark

OPENING REMARK BY THE SECRETARY-GENERAL IHRC PROF. H.C. RAFAL MARCIN WASIK, AT THE OFFICIAL FLAG-OFF OF THE CRIME PREVENTION EDUCATION AND ANTI-SOCIAL BEHAVIOR CAMPAIGN PROJECT IN NIGERIA. HELD AT DELTA STATE UNIVERSITY ABRAKA, ON TUESDAY 2ND AUGUST 2022. His Excellency; Dr. Ifeanyi Aurthur Okowa (the Executive Governor of Delta State),The Vice-Chancellor Delta State University Abraka Nigeria;…

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[liketwoswansinbalance]

What if Rafal couldn't save Rhian in time? Like Vulcan successfully stabbed him with the pen before Rafal could prevent it?

The comedic answer is that I have one word for you: gibbeting.

That's the more "fun" answer, a form of medieval execution/torture, which was specifically intended to make an example of someone, publicly, to deter further criminal acts, and if Vulcan murdered Rhian, well, he deserves the worst death possible! And why not make it a creative one? However, I think, to an extent, that gibbeting could be too extreme, and that Rafal would recognize that if Rhian were alive, he'd view it as an eyesore, tasteless, or simply too brutal, so it's probably unlikely to happen. But, Rafal might not be above it, considering that the Doom Room exists, so it could go either way, potentially.

Plus, there's some added, bonus "fun" here, in how a certain canon moment would come full circle. Vulcan put Rafal in a birdcage (while he was a black sparrow), and now, Rafal would get the pleasure of hanging Vulcan (or rather, his slowly dying and later, decomposing body) up in a cage, a pretty neat form of revenge, if I do say so myself, haha! Besides, Vulcan was a bit exhibitionistic, wasn't he? So, this would also make for an ironical fate.

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Now for the serious answer. I hope you don't mind it if I get a little more subjective/personal with this one at some point. It's not quite as much an overblown, narrative-style post, and may be more understated than usual.

I took this "what if" ask to essentially mean: how would Rafal react to Rhian's death and how would he mourn Rhian over time? If I misinterpreted your ask, and this wasn't the kind of response you were expecting, please let me know. Also, everything is speculative, of course, so take my interpretations with a grain of salt. I'm open to hearing other opinions!

I think Rafal's immediate, knee-jerk reaction would probably be to murder Vulcan as revenge, but also it would serve the more practical reason of disposing of the tyrant usurper, ousting him from the School permanently. However, I don't think Rafal would find catharsis in it, not this time at least, considering why he is doing it.

He'd have to act on his feet, and quickly, because, Vulcan would still pose a threat to his own life, which would force Rafal to delay any kind of visceral, emotional reaction.

That is why I think the murder would be done instantaneously because speed is more important, and so is getting the task done right. And, having Vulcan dead sooner for everyone's safety is more important than the potential brutality of any kind of gruesome catharsis Rafal could derive from the act. That's why I think Rafal would go about performing this particular murder in a less sadistic fashion, for once, like how Vulcan died in canon by a stab wound, versus the time when Rafal turned Rufius to gold and shattered him, or did worse to others, generally. If Vulcan had simply been a foe who was already incapacitated, that could've given Rafal the opportunity to go for a worse form of murder, but Vulcan isn't harmless.

Thus, employing a "kinder" form of murder in this instance wouldn't be out of sympathy for Vulcan, but more so, to fulfill an urgent need. And, in some sense, the act of murder would be done out of a kind of duty to Rhian, for Rhian's sake and nothing more. I think Rafal deriving pleasure/catharsis out of this murder could possibly be a bit of a slight to Rhian's memory because this is somber business.

Then, after that adrenaline or rage-fueled clarity and the action taken, I think Rafal would next probably feel some kind of uncomprehending fog next because Rhian was suddenly ripped away from him with little warning. His supposedly immortal brother, who was supposed to be with him forever, just died. To an extent, that has to feel surreal.

The surreal feeling could start out as a detached, dissociated feeling, like the kind of out-of-body experience where you're like a third-person observer, (probably a similar feeling as a panic attack?) Like, what? What has my life become? Rhian is suddenly gone, for good.

(The revelation of Rhian's death being real could also prompt a lot of thought as to why their bond wasn't able to save or revive Rhian, and could evoke guilt.)

Once Rafal processes the implications of Rhian's death, his initial outburst could be the most, actual, unbridled emotion he lets out, at all, if ever—maybe, one raw, primal scream of agony into the ether and that’s it. (Yet, I'm also tempted to say, that's too dramatic of a reaction, even for him. As interesting as it is to go to extremes in other cases, I'm attempting to go for something closer to realism here, so bear with me.)

While there is probably a narrow chance, that under the exact, right conditions, he could be driven insane or become an extremist in some way, out of guilt or by how ridiculously unjust the whole situation would be, I think it's a little more plausible that Rafal would just bury himself in his work. He could devote his life to Evil, and still keep it in balance with Good, without Rhian there to keep him in check, even if he was more often the one to keep Rhian in check, from what we saw. (He could also become disillusioned with the world and the Pen.)

Given how I view Rafal, I think he would shut down emotionally but not functionally. He wouldn't let himself dwell on the grief for long, and he might even (irrationally) resent Rhian for dying, at first, on the surface, because he's now got twice the work. And yet, the work would be a welcome distraction from his actual grief.

Additionally, I think Rafal would become numb and immune to all emotional appeals from other people. Not even a trick like Hook reminding him of Rhian would work to convince him to change his mind that he's already made up in any future instance. He's never, never investing himself in the fate of another person again. Not when he could lose them. He just... does his job. Someone has to do it after all.

That said, I think his paranoia level would absolutely skyrocket, too, as a result of the whole Vulcan incident, and that he'd isolate himself more than he already did before.

Now comes the part where this may or may not take a weird turn, and I could be projecting with what I'm about to say, but I think I have actual reason to apply it to Rafal, purely out of thinking it could make sense for him, (as just one of the many possible ways he could take Rhian's death. Again, this is all just my speculation. I could easily be wrong, so keep that in mind.)

Ok, I'm not sure if this is a common or a weird thing to think and I had a feeling it could be controversial. Thus, I'm going to preface it with this: my intention is not to sound callous, but...

I (usually) do not miss people when they are gone. (Death is different from just absence though.)

I doubt that I "miss" people in what is the typical way, from what I have heard from others? Though, I have an explanation. Obviously, it depends, but missing others doesn't occupy my every waking thought. (And thoughts about fictional characters are a different type of thought to arise.)

I feel others' presence when they’re around, and when they’re not around, unless I'm concerned for them, I don’t exactly think about them. It's kind of "out of sight, out of mind," except for the cases in which I actually am holding something to say to them in mind for our next encounter.

I’m sorry if this is strange, but I think that’s how I operate most of the time. I don't "wait around" for people to return because I always have some thing to occupy myself with. Can anyone relate?

I suspect that the reason why is because, to me, missing someone is what I would classify as an active feeling. When someone I love is apart from me, I'm usually busy, regardless of whether they're present or not (that doesn't change), and I know that when you're busy, you don't have the time to feel, at least not active emotions. They just... don't occur to you? Or maybe they are not conscious?

Now, from my view of things, if something you feel becomes a problem, and interferes with your daily functioning or general contentment with everyday life, that could very well surface as a real reaction or outburst. But, that's an entirely different matter. I also think that I am reminded of people at times, but that I usually don't "miss" them without there being some kind of (internal or external) stimuli that causes me to think about them.

Maybe, I'm just projecting onto Rafal too much because I relate to him over other characters, and this is silly, or junk psychoanalysis, but it seemed to fit his character also???

Sometimes, I just want recognition more than I want actual companionship since I don't get lonely. I wonder what that says about me? That I'm an introvert, or lazy because relationships require regular maintenance to sustain them? I promise I'm not a misanthrope!

Ok, back to Rafal. He's sunken himself into his work and as such, he wouldn't actively miss Rhian. (If anyone would like more clarification, I'm not saying he wouldn't grieve Rhian at all. It's not that.)

And, if we're going down a more realistic than dramatic route, he wouldn’t lose his sense of self, or his mind over Rhian. Yes, not even Rhian. I think the only thing keeping him running and tethered to his life would be his commitment to the School/keeping himself alive.

What this makes me think of is how people romanticize grief or unrequited love, how they may end up looking wan and eventually wasting away (well, if we're talking about being heartsick in literary/symbolic contexts...). And, I just don't think Rafal would be the type of person to fall into some kind of "madness" or melancholic malady. Grief just wouldn’t be so debilitating or all-consuming to him because he wouldn’t let it do that to him. He wouldn’t stop eating or sleeping as I would expect these behaviors more from someone like Rhian, not him.

Similarly, he might not indulge in pleasurable things, but he’s a bit of an ascetic already anyway, so that’s that. He could potentially renounce pleasurable things in life out of mourning, in a traditional way, but I doubt that would happen either, to be honest. It probably wouldn't cross his mind. At least, it wouldn't happen on a formal, conscious level, even if he could very well deprive himself without realizing it.

I just don't think Rafal would be engulfed by grief, simply because he isn’t that much of an emotionally driven person or that vulnerable to being swept up by personal tragedy, when compared to Rhian, who's more "wild." He’d only let his grief manifest so far, assuming his emotions do still remained locked down and under his control.

So, while he may think about Rhian regularly, he might just accept the fact of Rhian's death, carry on, and not miss him because Rafal missing Rhian could (implicitly) mean becoming non-functional due to grief (or guilt) and that would be too great of a risk for Rafal to take, considering his current reality alone. Basically, to let himself wallow in those emotions would be an unnecessary "risk," from his viewpoint. That's why he might repress that reflective type of thought.

Such feelings would be too much mess or potential disorder for someone like him, especially if he realized he couldn't keep them contained, and they, as a consequence, actually jeopardized his fate or the School's, assuming the grief made him unable to perform his job properly.

(He'd probably subtly resent the Storian as well, for not preserving Rhian's life.)

Also, one small point: in canon, was his bond with Rhian really, truly all-consuming? Let's stop and ask ourselves that for a moment.

Yes, for a time, their bond may have seemed like it was priority no. 1, but Rafal was apart from Rhian for six months, and might not have consciously missed him, if it took him that long to return after getting an external reminder from his interactions with Hook. It might have taken something outside of himself (like the prophecy) for him to come to the realization that he had to return and reestablish his loyalty to Rhian (which was arguably never gone, just dormant for a while). And this would mean that if left alone to his own devices, had he never been moved by James, or "awakened" and been made aware by Adela Sader, he could have taken longer than even six months to return... if he ever decided to at all, if the thought ever arose in the first place.

So, overall, it would only be rarely, when he has nothing to occupy himself with, that Rafal would grieve in some quiet way, and over time, the grief would fade. It wouldn't leave him entirely, but it would diminish, I think, the more and more he distances himself from everything else.

Also, in canon, I suspect that he lies to himself about how much he cares for Rhian. He never shows Rhian much affection, but he sacrifices his life for him, on instinct, which probably means a grieving Rafal would also lie to himself about how “little” he mourns Rhian. In reality, he’d probably mourn Rhian a great deal more than he could know, but wouldn’t have enough self-awareness to realize it.

Perhaps, at night, he would be haunted by Rhian's memory, and take on Rhian's insomniac trait on occasion. Also, to credit @cursed-daydreamer, I think it would be plausible for Rafal to take on a few of Rhian's traits, unconsciously, to compensate for the loss, and fill his void; it could be a way of keeping Rhian's presence in his life.

Lastly, I doubt that Rafal would publicly erect monuments or dedicate anything to Rhian. He wouldn’t want a painful, visual reminder around. His rituals, if we were to call them that, any form of remembrance, I mean, would likely be private, away from prying eyes and students. Rafal wouldn't want to come across as weak or sentimental. That’s the last thing he needs at the moment, a ruined reputation, another so-called threat to his own life/power. Because, increased paranoia could lead him to believe that if he were to show any sign of vulnerability, more "Vulcans" could prey on him and the School.

He could maintain the cherry blossom trees though, but it'd always be a sobering occasion, and he'd never take the credit.

Besides that, he probably wouldn’t go eulogizing his brother or canonizing him. He can still recognize Rhian's flaws, and to praise Rhian so completely would be "too much," too public, and the performative (or contrived) nature of certain mourning customs like those would probably strike him as "wrong" because they just seem... insincere. I don't think Nevers (if we're assuming Rafal remains Evil) put as much much stock in praise anyway, according to their value system.

The exception to the rule would probably be if he recognized that it would be Rhian's wish, to receive some recognition or a dedication. Then, he would do it, out of reverence, I think. He'd have reason to "excuse" it (Rhian's dying wishes), unlike visible emotions, which don't have an excuse to be felt.

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Also, I was wondering: does anyone agree or disagree? I'm really curious because this ask provoked a train of thought I'd never considered before!

#school for good and evil #rise of the school for good and evil #rafal #rafal mistral #rhian #rhian mistral #vulcan of netherwood #sge #sfgae #the school for good and evil #tsfgae #rotsge #rotsfgae #my post #ask #death #grief

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

What Does It Mean?

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes! by @1ntr0v3rt3dsna1l

> content/warnings: nothing, this is just the start so it's probs boring 🤷🏻‍♀️ anw,

> a/n: i'll write more dw, i just need my badly needed vacation lol, i'll probably turn this into a mini series anw

request prompt: Y/N is an Ever (and, of course, a reader) from the modern world (where we live, baby!). Y/N had already read the books of School for Good and Evil and is well aware of everything about it in general. Lady Lesso slowly harbored a crush on Y/N, and despite being opposites, they became close friends. Lady Lesso found out that Y/N is her soulmate, but Lesso keeps denying it. Y/N knew Lady Lesso so well, so she wasn't shocked or surprised (because, after all, the books). Then, Y/N eventually gave up on trying to bridge their relationship... And left after the Rafal thing?

“Will you ever stop reading these nonsense books?”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed and slammed the book you were reading down your lap. “They are not nonsense.”

You gave your sister a glare and picked up the book you were reading. “And please, do not touch those if you do not want to read them. Go and do anything else. Maybe dance to those Tik Tak things whatever the hell those are.”

Setting the book, School for Good and Evil, back with a thump, your sister sneered at you and left without another word.

“How can such a pretty face be a menace to my peace?" you muttered as you continued reading.

-

“Good morning, Evers! Do have a pleasant day today!”

Groaning and stretching, you opened your eyes and observed your surroundings. After a minute of listening to the birds, you let your eyes widen and let out a scream.

"Oh, shut it, Reader!”

“It's too early for this, Y/N.”

Closing your mouth, you gazed at the owners of the voices that told you to shut up. Glaring at them, you huffed and went to the washroom.

“Why do I always have pissy princesses as dorm mates? Ugh.” You splashed your face with cold water and scrubbed it hard. Glancing at your un-reddened face, you groaned and huffed.

“Why is everything so perfect in these stories?!”

Deciding to let it be, you stripped down and started washing yourself. You didn't even hear your ‘roommates’ tell you that they were off to the hall to get breakfast. For half an hour, you hummed and washed yourself peacefully, without anyone bothering you about towels and tampons.

As you finished your wash, you saw a fairy waiting outside the door for you. It started to whine and pull you by the strands of your hair to get ready. “Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts!”

Swatting the fairy away from you, you rolled your eyes and picked a gown that matched your interest. Because who would even want to wear a gown that doesn't compliment their own style, right?

“Do you do this with every teacher here?” You asked the fairy that kept on pulling you towards the hall. You knew it didn't do anything, yet you felt conscious enough to say it out loud. You knew how hard these fairies worked all day. After all, you've read this book a thousand times.

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“Lesso! Are you even listening?” Dovey gave her counterpart a glare.

Siding with her friend, Anemone egged on the argument. “Of course she's not. Look at her. She's been caressing her scalp for the last ten minutes.”

Lesso caressed her scalp one more time before hissing at Anemone. “Excuse me for feeling my soulmate's pain.”

With that word, Anemone and Dovey forgot the topic they were going to bother Lesso about. "Oh, really? It means they must have come!”

Frowning, Lesso raised an eyebrow at Dovey. “What did you say?”

Widening her eyes, Dovey glanced at Anemone and let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, haha! It's nothing, right, Emma?”

Anemone finished her meal and, after feigning ignorance, glanced at Dovey and Lesso. “Oh! Yes, yes. It's nothing, Lady Lesso.” Dovey huffed and kicked Emma’s shin before continuing her own meal.

That was close.

Oh, please, do you honestly think that Lesso would see through my lie?

Dovey and Emma started having their own conversation in their minds to try and prevent Lesso from hearing what they had planned.

Actually, I did catch on to your lie, Emma. I just didn’t want to hear your voice anymore.

Choking on their teas, Emma and Dovey glanced at each other before giving Lesso a horrified look. She can hear us?! They asked each other telepathically.

I thought we had already established this. Yes, I can both hear you.

And while Emma and Dovey had to endure the embarrassment that came with Lesso hearing their conversation, you had your own problem with the numerous fairies ‘prepping’ your hair outside the dining hall.

“Please, it already appears to be fine.” You laughed angrily, trying not to knock any of the fairies away from you. "Just stop."

Irritated, the fairies stopped smothering you and flew away. “Finally!” You let out a huff and grabbed your gown before opening the hall door.

And as usual, your late venture towards the dining hall caught the attention of, if not all, of the people already there. Feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, you cleared your throat before striding down the path towards the teachers’ table. Given that you had already read the books, you knew who Professor Dovey was and what would catch her attention. Pink. So you opted to wear a pale pink dress to ‘get on’ the dean's good side.

“Professor Dovey.” The blonde woman stood up and gave you a grin that could match a child’s smile when they see sweets.

“Oh, Y/N, you are here! Thank you for adhering to my request.” Dovey took your hands in hers and gave it a loving squeeze.

Letting out a chuckle, you glanced around and said, “It was hardly a request, Professor. My mentor didn’t even let me see your letter before firing me from my job.”

Your statement garnered you two audiences, Emma and Lesso. Emma shook her head at the situation you were put through because of her friend’s plan. Lesso, on the other hand, let out a hum before smirking in your direction.

“Not even here for an hour, and you already have yourself an Ever dressed in sheep’s clothing, Clarissa.” Lesso stood up and stole your hands from Clarissa’s before giving it a kiss. “Welcome to the School for Good and Evil, Y/N.”

Watching her counterpart leave without saying a word to her, Clarissa rolled her eyes and turned to you. “Don’t pay attention to her words, dear. I’m sure you're as pure as you seem to be.”

She pulled you to sit on the chair that Lesso had occupied moments before and snapped her fingers to get rid of the dirty dish. “Do help yourself, Y/N. You need it.”

You didn’t know what those words were meant for. Were they to reassure you or to threaten you with what you had agreed to do?

#leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #school for good and evil #lady lesso #leonora lesso #professor anemone #clarissa dovey

[flameobitch]

Hi, I really like your dovesso content, your arts and headcanons are just great. Can you write some funny sketches of how dovesso’s daughter spends time with her moms, evers and nevers? I really hope that I will see more arts with Rowena❤️

Royal AU

Little Princess Rowena didn't understand why everyone was so afraid of her mother's counselor.

By all accounts, Lady L, the formidable obese adviser to Her Royal Majesty, was a terrifying and creepy person, and those who dared, allowed themselves to describe her as crazy and out of this world. She towered above the world, allowing herself to kneel only in front of her queen, Clarissa the Great, bright and rather naive, but who doted on her, Rowena.

Rowena liked Lady L. She allowed her to call her L, combed her hair and helped her with homework, and if she behaved well, she read her a book before bed. L knew a lot of fairy tales and stories, she had the same curly, disheveled hair like hers, and Rowena didn't understand how you could call L creepy.

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Rowena dreams of becoming just like L. Also dress on a par with men, fight and make soldiers cry. And never cry yourself. The princess dreams of becoming great, like her mother, and just as generous. And never be sad.

But L was crying, and Mom was sad. Rowena saw it once, when accidentally opened the door without knocking. Lady L was clinging to her mother's legs, sitting on her knees, and burying her face in a golden dress, crying abruptly. And her mother stroked her hair and wiped away a lonely tear. Rowena would swear to that.

It was what the maids described as "broken." But Lady L or Mama couldn't break down, they smiled and laughed, got angry and annoyed, shouted and were silent. They behaved as always, as if they weren't crying in the dark silence of her mother's chambers.

Rowena dreams of finding her love and that she would be like them.

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• Lady L is a witch, but has never used magic to harm Clarissa;

• Clarissa is a widow. Her husband, Rafal Mistral, was killed during the mutiny;

• Anemone is a duchess from Clarissa's retinue and the only one who can openly criticize her. And she's Rowena's godmother;

• Rowena got into a fight with the son of a court lady because of his words about L;

• Clarissa, contrary to everything, is not Rowena's mother, but Rowena is indeed the sole heir to the throne and the daughter of Rafal;

• Lady L had personal motives to kill the King during the rebellion;

• Clarissa knows about it, but has never brought it up;

• Rowena runs around the castle with the palace dogs and gives strange names to objects;

• Lady L teaches Rowena to fight and Clarissa is very worried about her little baby;

#lady lesso #clarissa dovey #the school for good and evil #leonora lesso #professor dovey #school for good and evil #sge movie #dovesso #netflix series #sge netflix #character art #original character #charlize theron #character design #kerry washington #lesso x dovey #lady lesso x professor dovey #dovey x lesso #sge books #lesbian #oc #oc artwork #oc art #royalty #royal au

[wisteriaum]

Hey can you maybe draw a picture of Rhian and Rafal hugging? Like being affectionate?.

You don't have to if you don't want to, i'm just asking.

Thank you for your time! 😁

drawing this made me realize i've never drawn them hugging before or being nice to each other in general, lmao.

sorry this took a long time to come out, i've been a bit busy lately and on top of that art block has been hitting hard.

hope this satisfies, though!

#rafal mistral #rhian mistral #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #sge fanart

[v3nusxsky]

I know everyone is loving the platonic Lesso stuff but I nEED THAT WOMEN TO RAIL ME LIKE OH MY GOD. You’re platonic stuff is very comforting though. Truly appreciate it.

Hey lovely anon! I hope this is sufficient if not feel free to send another ask in and I’ll attempt it again :)

play thing| NSFW

*Authors note~ I have a few requests waiting to be written I will write them guys it’s just a few personal things stopping me writing as much as I wish to*

Trigger warnings~ sub r dom lesso, pet play? Oral, toys, restraints r, self pleasure l, overstimulation, lesso called ma'am

Prompt~ tumblr Anon~ I know everyone is loving the platonic Lesso stuff but I nEED THAT WOMEN TO RAIL ME LIKE OH MY GOD. You're platonic stuff is very comforting though. Truly appreciate it.

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You knew what would happen when you entered this arrangement. Of course you did. Yet you still couldn't stop yourself from agreeing to it. Lady Lesso being the irresistible women is knew just how to push your buttons. She knew just what to say, the sway to add to her hips and even the right stance to take on. Everything about the women all pointed to one word. Irresistible. That's why when you joined the staff you were shocked to hear that she was single. A women with this much beauty surly would be snapped up? Apparently not in her case. You heard the rumours of Rafal, how he treated her so poorly and shattered her heart leaving it irreparable.

That's why you couldn't be surprised at the fact this was a simple arrangement. No strings. And truthfully your heart yearned for more, to hold her close and try to fix her heart. But you knew that lesso didn't feel the same. It was more of a friends with benefits situation for her. So you tried to push down your feelings for the women and be happy with whatever Lesso is willing to provide. Which is why lead you to being in an agreement with the Dean of Evil and subsequently falling deeper in love with her.

Recently the Dean had become rather stressed with the upcoming test between good and evil. You knew this of course so it was no surprise to you that you that the play time had increased as the weeks progressed. At this point it was becoming a daily occurrence. You would wake up deliciously sore from the night before, teach your students in the school for Good their defence class and then would head back to your office to complete paperwork. And then that is where you would be interrupted by the Dean. Sometimes she would be so stressed you never even made it out of your office, others you were taken to the Doom room and on the odd occasion you even ended up in Lady Lesso's quarters. Each day you never knew what mood she would be in, never knew what would happen but that was all part of the game.

Lady Lesso liked to taunt her pets. Simply a play toy for her to use as and when she deemed fit. That was made clear to all that entered this agreement. Yet with you it was some how different from what you'd been told to expect. Rules had been established alongside any limits being discussed, after all this was all for the fun and pleasure of both parties. Lesso truly had no desire to seriously hurt you in any shape or form. Which is why you were not shocked to be dragged into her quarters by her guards.

You were instantly thrown onto your knees in front of her desk, immediately taking your submissive position and tilting your head towards the ground. Just as she had taught you. The women sat at her desk seemed uh phased by your arrival and choose to simply ignore your presence in general. She knew that the wait was something you enjoyed, it allowed you to let your mind wonder what could possibly be in store for you. So far the longest you had been left is ten minutes maximum but tonight it seemed that Lesso was setting a new record. Your knees were beginning to ache, the tights that clung to your legs beginning to irritate your knees yet you didn't dare even move a centimetre. You didn't even lift your graze to rake over her form, after all you truly preferred to receive her rewards rather than her punishments. It was her coming to stand in front of you that got your attention.

A hand cupping your chin tilting your head upwards to meet her lustful gaze. "Now pet remind me, what's your safe word?" She husked out taken in just how desperate you looked. "Nova" you mumbled earning a pleased hum from the older women. "Be a good Pup and go sit pretty on the bed for me" she commanded and you were left dumbfounded at the name. Not something you had experienced yet you oddly enough didn't hate it. It was the sharp tsk of her tongue that had you up in a flustered hurry. You sat on the edge of her bed and she couldn't help but hum in disappointment that you hadn't found your original position. "On your knees pup" she demanded and you complied instantly. Desperate to serve and please her.

Despite the things you heard, Lesso was a considerably slow and patient lover. She took time in learning your queues and tales. Loving how she knew the spots that would drive you absolutely wild for her. The spots that were just enough to tease you and if you had teetered on the edge of realise long enough a simple bite to your collarbone was enough to force you into the blissed out high. Lesso loved to switch it up so you couldn't predict what she would do with you next.

Tonight she opened to feast on you. When had you lost your clothing? Nestled in between your legs lapping up the slick drenching your core. Instantly her stress started to fade away hearing the sinful sounds she could pull from you. Good and Evil shouldn't mingle and you knew that. But you both also knew how sweet the forbidden fruit was. And that's how you found yourself on the edge of climax while Lesso licked and sucked at your aching core. You couldn't help but whimper when she moved just in time to prevent the pleasure from cursing through your body.

"Ma'am please" you whined out trying to get your mind to focus and remember the rules you had been taught. It was the chuckle that your lover let out that caused a shiver to run down your body. Immediately you were blinded by the familiar orange silks that were specifically used for this activity. Next your limbs expertly bound to the bed. Causing you to whine in need. "Oh such a need little Pup for me aren't you?" She taunted and began to strip off her clothing, watching as you withered in anticipation.

The silence in the room was deafening until a click of the button and a constant buzzing noise took its place. It was only then that you felt her position the toy perfectly against your core. Your moans instantly began to fill the room as it created waves of pleasure. The sight to sinfully delicious that soon enough your moans weren't the only ones flying around the room. Your mind was hazy due to the toy working diligently between your legs. Although pleasurable not enough to throw you into the pools of pleasure. You knew that and so did Lesso, which is why lesso had now sat herself in a chair with a direct view of your soaking core. You were now drenching her sheets with arousal unable to do anything but whimper and mewl uncontrollably for her. Quickly growing overly sensitive at the toys constant assault. Blinded and restrained all you could do was listen out as she brought herself to the edge at the sight in front of her.

The straw that broke you was when she finally tumbled over the edge praising you as she came.  That mixed with the toy still working on your core had you pleading with the women. The blind fold was swiftly removed and she was instantly met with your eyes full of desire. Need. Want. Lust. It was a delicious combination and one she thoroughly enjoyed being the cause of. You were completely out of my, only one thing on your mind, your need to climax and you weren't above doing just about anything to get it. So when Lesso situated herself on your stomach, her very own drenched core soaking the skin there and husked out "open pup" you couldn't help but instantly respond. Your tongue swirling around her slender digits making sure to get every drop of her essence and savouring it.

The toy was shut off and removed causing you to cry out. Your words incoherent as you begged and pleaded for her to give you what you so desperately needed. Only this time her fingers slid into your soaked pussy creating the sounds of wetness as she thrusted them in and out. You were thrashing wildly desperately chasing that high you had been denied so many times. It was bordering on painful when Lesso brought you over the edge in an earth shattering orgasm. She slowed her efforts in an attempt to drag out your high as long as she possibly could.

You were completely out of it. Your head empty as you enjoyed the pure bliss you were experiencing. How long had you been in this state? You weren't sure but you were sure you never wanted to leave. It was Leonora's voice that broke your sub space and guided you back to her. Despite being the Dean of Evil she gave the best after care you had ever experienced. Always so attentive and caring making sure you were safe and cared for. You couldn't help but fall for the women ever more than you already had. Once again the red head settled between your thighs this time with a warm wash cloth intending to clean you up so you were comfortable. Your body trying to automatically inch away from her, unable to handle any more stimulation. "Shhh hush pup I'm just gonna clean you up" she reassured pulling your legs gently toward her and wiping the cloth gently, ensuring she got everything for you. After ditching the cloth she joined you on the bed. This was new not something you were expecting and you most certainly didn't expect her to gather you in her arms and whisper "be mine pup not just a play thing but mine?" You couldn't actually believe your ears, still stuck in your own mind. You had to have had imagined it right? But you nodded anyway and snuggled into her embrace.

Word count~ 1771

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso

[rafent]

♡ — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

♡ ; how would your muse define love? do they believe in soulmates? do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

'How would your muse define love'. Great question. Messed up answer.

Rafal loved Nil and put Nil first but he himself was Nil's second choice. Nel loved "Nil" and by that logic did not love Rafal. Sombron certainly did not love Rafal. His siblings likely ostracized and humiliated him when they weren't trying to kill him, so those relationships were also loveless. Knowing the various formative experiences that shaped his relationship with love, it's very reasonable for Rafal to have a troubled outlook on it.

Reflecting that idea is the fact that Rafal (as Nil) ironically utilizes a lot of like/love and attachment based manipulation, an area of focus that subconsciously belies what he's lacked since his early life.

Nil (to Alear): That's right, Divine One. I quite like you.

Nil (to Nel, about Alear): I am off to sink my teeth into your darling Divine Dragon.

Nil (to Alear, about Nel): If you value her life, you will meet me on the island that once floated among the clouds.

He flippantly uses the word 'like' in order to ingratiate himself with the Divine One. Nel's affection for their Divine One is viciously paraded within earshot to inflame her sense of helplessness. Reversely, he fashions a hostage of Nel to extort the present-day Divine One into doing as he desires. This trivializing and profane treatment of people's emotions evidences his inability to relate to them, particularly in the realm of love and attachment.

Rafal stomps on the bonds wielded between individuals seeing them only as opportunities to manipulate them. "Nil" who has never known love at an age where he could articulate it, or never felt that he was loved for his true self as a young adult, therefore doesn't elevate it as any sacred concept. Instead it's clear that love becomes his tool. He acknowledges that it exists and consigns it to the brutal methods that he pleases, seeing any semblance of it between others as a way to achieve his desired results.

Post-xenologue, Rafal's conceptualization of love changes itself for the better.

Alear, vs. Fell Nil: I'm not here for the world. I'm here for the people in it. I'm here because someone wished for your salvation, even if it meant the world would end. Don't you see? There are people who love you! If I have to defeat you to make that clear, I will!

Nel: That is all in the past. Your friends love you. Think of our time at Lythos Castle. All of us together, as a family.

People fought at great risk to let him know that he's loved, so now it's something that he knows exists in concrete relativity to him. Now, if you ask him what love is, he can give you examples. What he feels for Nel, what he felt for Nil; that's love. The sheer extents that he went to for both of those people is also love, though he'd be able to articulate that less clearly because he knows love more by theory and less by practice. His insular upbringing and the difficulty with expressing his emotions or leaving himself vulnerable means he can only define a surface-level idea of it.

As for his belief in soulmates? Soulmates have adjacency to the role of a Fell Child's twin, someone destined to be at your side (albeit to a point) and to share a profound level of closeness offered by no-one else. The soulmates conceptualized by humans and 'the other half' conceptualized by dragons would be comparable in his eyes and he'd offer up Nel's name by example.

#◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ╱ askbox. #gentlenekomata #(dreamy sigh) the troubled ideation of love as interpreted by love deficient characters #thank you for sending !! #both nel and alear throughout the xenologue speak to rafal asserting that he's loved/has loved ones who care about him/the past is the past #so love in general is a honestly a pretty big element when it comes to rafal #it's just not something he's Good at

[yandere-daze]

Quick question out of all the royals including our dragon sibs who would be the best yandere and the worst yandere to be stuck with? Also bonus if you are interested which yandere user and canon embelm pairing (ie. Roy and Diamant) would be the worst or best to be stuck with?

-Thank you for reading my ask, I am very excited to finally find a writer that writes yandere fire emble characters. (Sorry if this is two ask in one, if you’re busy only the first question)

Heya, sorry for the wait! ( I say as if I don´t have other asks that surely must be collecting dust by now in my inbox)

I´ve decided to only do the first part of your asks because I went on a pretty deep dive about yandere emblems not too long ago. Hope you don´t mind ^^

gn reader

0,6k words

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, mentions of violence, mentions of breaking limbs

Who are the best and worst yandere royals to be stuck with?

I think a lot of this might vary, depending on how well you would be able to handle these personalities, but my gut instinct is that Alfred or Timerra would probably be the best yanderes to be stuck with.

Alfred is a big sweetheart and I feel like as a yandere, he would mostly be clingy and very very affectionate with you. I don´t think he would ever hurt his darling, both physically or psychologically, the mere thought of it saddens him so much! He´s very much protective of you but I feel like his friendly personality would prevent him from truly cutting people out of your life. He can´t bear to see you sad!

Also, we know that Alfred is pretty gullible and just not the brightest man in general, so if you would choose to do so, you could probably manipulate him pretty well. He´s like a little puppy, getting so excited whenever you ask anything of him, just because he longs to please you. You will never want for anything.

As for Timerra, from what I´ve seen, she also seems to be pretty laid-back and cheerful. Sure, she does have her more serious moments but she´s no schemer like her brother is. I mainly see her as fiercely protective of her darling but she too would never inflict any violence on you. She also isn´t very scary as a yandere, she just wants to have a good time with her lovely darling. She loves dancing and singing with you and she loves seeing you laugh as well!

She doesn´t strike me as the type to try and lock you up somewhere, rather, she would much prefer having you tag along when she leaves the castle, it lets her keep her eyes on you and make sure that you´re safe.

Now as for the worst yandere to be stuck with... I didn´t really need to think about this for long because if we´re adding in the dragon siblings as well...

Rafal is the clear choice for me out of all of them. Even if we´re talking about his canon non-yandere self, he´s pretty prickly and aggressive, he makes no efforts to try and get along with other people. He´s also had a pretty traumatizing childhood and had to suffer for so long. He really does carry so much pain inside of him so for him to get attached to someone and grow possessive over them.... Yeah, darling is not going to have a very good time.

Rafal definitely strikes me as the scarily possessive type. He´s so quick to anger and frustration if he sees you spending time with someone he deems a little too close to you. Different from the other two I have talked about, Rafal definitely wouldn´t hesitate to get violent if it means having you stay with him. I don´t think he´s above hurting you either if he feels like he really needs to. Breaking an arm or a leg is fair game, as is bruising and marking your neck with his not-at-all-gentle bites when his draconic nature comes through. Because let´s not forget about that.

Rafal is a fell dragon and dragons are known to be very possessive over their precious treasure. Whether he wants to admit it or not (because I can very much see him trying to deny his feelings at first), he cares a great deal about you and he´ll be damned if he´ll let the last good thing aside from Nel leave him. No, Rafal is willing to do anything to have you all for himself.

And you know what the worst thing about this is? He can´t even be bothered to be particularly nice to you. He´s obsessed with you and yet he still acts like your mere presence annoys him. The audacity.

#fire emblem engage #fire emblem x reader #yandere fire emblem #alfred fe #timerra #timerra fe #rafal fire emblem #yandere fire emblem engage #fire emblem engage x reader #alfred x reader #timerra x reader #rafal x reader #yandere alfred x reader #yandere timerra x reader #yandere rafal x reader #yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #cw possessiveness #cw obsession #cw violence

[bakerstreethound]

Don't Choose

Relationship: Rafal x afab!reader x Rhian

Warnings: 18+ smut (all directed towards reader), teasing, mentions of blood, violence, general stupidity of men, and use of magic

Summary: As a teacher at the School for Good and Evil and the Headmasters' trusted advisor, you have more than your fair share of the twins and their antics. However, when it's you they're vying for, you have to have the final say.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 3.0k+

Disclosure: Also, as this is inspired by Kit Young’s version of Rafal/Rhian, I’m going to say Rafal/Rhian are 25 or present as 25 (Kit is 28 irl) while you the Reader are over 18. Yes, this is a consenting relationship inspired by the Netflix movie. 

A/N: I've been hoarding and chipping away at this fic for over a year and I hope you enjoy it. It must be noted that Rafal and Rhian's interests are devoted to the reader and the reader alone. (don't make it weird they're brothers, mind you). I don't usually write for Rafal/Rhian often and only when inspiration strikes so I won't write any requests for them unless it's at my discretion.

Needless to say, I dedicate this fic to the wonderful @frostandflamesfanfic for the constant support and with whom I've shared countless teasers throughout the story's conception to completion.

Saturday mornings were one of your favorite days. You can sleep in, unbothered by the duties of the week since you have the day off unless you count the obligatory meetings you had with the headmasters of the school.

You groan when you roll out of bed, birds chirping on the horizon, the shadows yawning behind you as they creep out of bed before you and swirl around your ankles. 

Yep, you are late. That can’t be good for you at all. 

Heaving a sigh, you pull on your cloak, the rest of your outfit falling in tandem, a simple black shirt and pants, the incandescent purple coat swallowing your figure as you slip through the shadows undetected amongst the students in the foyer and main gathering areas of the school. 

When the doors fly open, you’re met with the customary dramatic long table, two figures sitting at the head of each side, a varying assortment of platters stacked with many delicacies of the realm upon each. However, from the looks of it, none has been touched, not within the hour they’ve been glaring daggers at each other. 

“What did I miss now?” You inquire, your cloak shifting on your shoulders. You pet it gently assuring it everything will be fine. You’ve handled your fair share of the twins for years, so why should this be any different? 

Rafal licks his lower lip, painted blood red as he sips from a golden chalice, leaving no trace of a stain behind. Rhian, the good twin heaves a sigh, from the rise of his shoulders at the furthest end of the table as he pulls his glasses from his face before polishing the lenses. 

Not one says a word. 

You sigh deeply, finding your customary seat in the middle of the table, your plate full of your favorites, and kept to the appropriate temperature. 

So they did wait, and bothered to keep my meal ready, how thoughtful, you find yourself thinking as you take a bite, the warmth flooding your stomach.

Did you mention how much you enjoyed Saturdays when you could get a meal like this? Sometimes being a teacher and advisor to the Headmasters did have the occasional perks. 

It’s not a rare occurrence to find Rafal and Rhian dining together in such a manner with all the delicate delicacies front the realms gracing the table. You figure they did it to show off for you. The silence passes beside the light fluttering of Rhian’s paper as his eyes skim the pages, his spectacles perched low on the bridge of his nose.

Rafal glowers from the rim of his chalice as he drinks again, red liquid glazed along his lips. It’s a tempting look, and you find yourself wishing to lick up the excess. 

You groan to yourself not wanting to make conversation, but instead, with the rift between them flickering the temperature of the room between an inferno and icebox, you quickly grab the wine before you, making way to Rafal’s end of the table then Rhian’s to fill their wine.

The glowering only intensifies from Rafal while Rhian pays him no mind, his back perfectly straight in his chair, the epitome of a prince. Rafal scowls harder, throwing up his feet on the table, drinking deeply from his glass once more. You swear he doesn’t taste it at all. 

You huff in annoyance. “Okay, you two have been at this little game of yours long enough. What the hell is going on?” 

Rafal’s feline glance bores holes into the back of your head as you turn your head in disgust, meeting Rhian’s sea-glass eyes, nonchalant and focused entirely on you as he pulls his chair away from the table and meets you halfway. 

“You have been the topic of discussion, my dear.” 

Rafal scoffs, “They’re anything but your dear, brother.” 

“Will you stop acting so imprudent, Rafal?” Rhian’s glare cuts his brother like ice, but Rafal’s humorless smirk widens. 

“Listen, I’m still here and otherwise, coherent and can hear what you two halfwits are saying,” you interject, to no avail. 

“You have no better reasoning than I why they should like you!” Rafal spits, venom coating his words, launching for Rhian. 

“You’re inherently evil, Rafal. It’s in your nature. As soon as you tire of them, keep them in their tower, lock them up like one of your trinkets, you’ll lose interest and move one. They’re human, I can provide a better life for them than you ever could.” The temperature drops as Rhian speaks, each word chilling you to the bone as he sizes up his brother who’s now nose to nose with him. 

You’ve had far enough of their bickering. You are not an object to be kept. You are a person, for story's sake you’re the assistant to the Headmasters, you know decorum and uphold it and this is far from appropriate. 

“Can you both please cut it out? What exactly is the issue here beyond the obvious Good v. Evil plotline that’s neverending? Are you afraid to be left alone? If that’s the case you have had each other for centuries, if that’s enough to go on. You could’ve supported each other instead of overthrowing each other and constantly at each other’s throats.” You feel both threads of their power boiling, just waiting to explode.

You give it about five minutes until they threaten to burn the tower to the ground….again. You sigh heavily, your cloak beginning to flutter around you in warning, and you dodge a ball of blue magic that flashes across the room. 

“ I don’t want to be alone! Centuries upon centuries all I have had is my brother to keep me company then you burst in here in our lives and all we do is bicker over you now!” Rafal’s voice bellows. 

Red flame sears across your vision, counteracted by one of blue. You’d be mesmerized by the prowess exhibited before you if you weren’t the cause of the dispute. 

“That’s how you’ve felt, all these years Rafal?” You bite your tongue casting your glance at the other brother, his blue flame at the ready again.

“Rhian? If you both took one good look in the mirror you would’ve seen how lonely I’ve been, because nothing and no one on this cursed earth come close to either of you. It breaks my heart. Don’t make, don’t make me choose.” Your voice cracked, choking back your tears, baffled at the audacity the brothers had fighting over you of all people. 

Your heart ached at the rift that happened between them because of you, but you couldn’t choose between them, two complete halves of your heart belonged to them.

You’d rather remove yourself from the situation than be the cause of war between them. That doesn’t deter one of them from voicing their concerns or fighting over you. 

You can still smell the fiery rage of Rafal’s magic burning through the air before his brother speaks up, a soothing balm washing over pent-up rage. 

“Rafal perhaps we should…” Rhian stood retracting his flame and pulled back his glasses that had slid a good inch down his nose.

Rafal snarled, his brooding form still poised, powerful, and exuding confidence, the vicious raise of his brow silencing his brother. “What should we do, brother? Leave them out in the dust? squabble? That’s ALL WE’VE EVER DONE!” 

The red flame now flickered through the sword in his hand, making him look vicious and all the more deadly. 

You swallow keeping yourself poised, and graceful as you walk closer to them. They drift closer to you in response, Rafal’s flame dissipating when you glare at him and Rhian. Between their searing gazes, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks but quickly force it down, trying to ignore the thunderous roaring of your heart. 

“I’ve had enough of this. I don’t think both of you heard exactly what I said, nor do you care!” 

You cross your arms, your hardened gaze flickering over them, in response to their hardening stares. “Come here,” you gesture for them to come closer, but neither move, watching each other with such intensity you’re surprised no hole has been burnt through the floor. 

“Did neither of you hear what I said? Come. Here. Now.” 

A snicker sounded from the right, where Rhian stood barely an arm's length away from you. And how you ache to run your fingers along the fine linings of his coat.

The same could be said for Rafals, the many fantasies you’d had about wearing their coats rushed to you tenfold but you shook your head, regaining your focus. 

“You’re not in a position to be making demands,” Rafal snarled. Yet he stepped closer, mesmerized undoubtedly by your ability to shut Rhian up for once in his life, the goody two-shoed brother he dealt with for centuries upon end.  

Rhian rolled his eyes no doubt amused by Rafal’s childish and ambitious antics but he had to agree, you weren’t the boss of him or his brother. “Annoying as he is Rafal makes a valid-”

You crash into Rhian’s lips silencing his protests despite Rafal’s scowl and when you break away from his lips, you feel your heart stuttering at the feral look crossing Rafal’s lips before he plows Rhian out of the way and pushing you against the wall, attacking your neck with a vengeance. 

“Oh, no you don’t Rafal, they’re mine too!” Rhian gasped in protest reaching out for you, his hair now delightfully unkempt, making it all the more alluring and daresay - sexy. 

Rafal scoffs, barely pulling away from your neck. “Unlucky for you, brother,” his mocking tone was coated in malice, sending a shiver down your spine, “I’m not one for sharing.” 

“Well I don’t mind if you both share as long as you play nice…what am I to do with such handsome men vying for my affection,” you sighed leaning into Rafal, tugging the lapels of his glorious crimson coat. “Took you guys long enough to snap…” 

Rhian nods in agreement, stepping closer to where Rafal has you pinned against him. “We both deserve our happy endings, after all. Rafal, please.” 

Rafal’s lips find your neck, his form slipping behind you, nipping your neck slightly, causing you to arch back, your left hand reaching back to caress his jaw as Rhian’s lips press against yours, one hand resting on your waist keeping you firmly planted against him and his brother.

You wrap your arm around Rhian, wanting -needing him closer to you. Rafal smirked to himself, adoring the way you caressed his jaw. He took your hand, laying gentle kisses on it, kissing further up your left arm and to your neck, groaning softly to himself. 

“You are lovely,” he says, his breath hot against your ear. Rhian murmurs in agreement too caught up in the feeling of your fingers ruffling his hair again, the closeness of you, how he’s dreamt of this moment for so long thinking you wouldn’t return his affections in kind. 

The gentle kisses Rhian presses to your lips are intoxicating in a different way than Rafals. Gentle, soft, sweet, deliberate, calm, and light as an autumn breeze.

And how you crave them all the more, pressing into him gripping him tighter. You knew he was holding back, unwilling to break free of his composure so you nip his lip in retaliation. 

Rafal groaned behind you in protest, pulling you closer to him, still not resisting the push-pull. You whimpered softly as Rafal sucked marks to your neck, dragging his tongue along them before finding the spot that made you weak in the knees you almost collapse between them. 

“Brother…” Rhian quips, “Be careful.” He cast the look of disproval you found unfairly attractive.  

“Shut up, Rhian.” 

“Boys boys please,” you pressed one last fleeting kiss to Rhian’s lips, melting at the look in his eyes. Rafal’s eyes are the color of blood and Rhian's are the depths of the ocean. Two sides of the same coin perfectly balanced in every way and you have them both at your beck and call. 

You’re delirious already high on their ministrations as Rhian guides you and his brother to the bedroom. Rafal trails next to you, his grip around your waist a comforting weight but when your back slams into the wall, Rafal’s crimson lips devouring your own you can’t help but moan in desperation, your hands grasping the lapels of his coat, your brain screaming for more. Your leg wraps around his waist, trapping you to him more. 

“Just like that love,” his breath comes out labored, his hair a mess already ruined and you admire the state of disarray you’ve caused. 

Rhian meanwhile, can’t take his eyes off of you, biting back a groan at the sight of you enveloped in his brother’s crimson coat. He won’t admit it but the sight causes an odd twinge of jealousy to arise, for he wants you desperately as well. 

“Brother you can’t keep them all to yourself…” he said, but his words were quickly lost in the commotion of Rafal’s desperate kissing, and your soft whimpers following in the wake of them. 

He continues watching, his own desire getting the best of him as Rafal’s grip on you tightens impossibly more, his kisses hot and heavy against you. And yet you pulled Rafal closer taking everything he gives.

It’s all you’ve wanted and more if for a fleeting moment, this and the intoxicating way he makes you feel oh how it makes your body light up with need, to feel them, both of them all-consuming bringing you to ruination. 

Without another word, with some force prompted by Rhian, you’re sure of it, you find yourself sprawled out on the large bed, groaning in relief at its plushness, the pillows and sheets cocooning you just right.

Still, it doesn’t deter them in their quest, delighting in the gasping whimpers leaving your lips as they grasped you tighter, their fingers digging into all the right places of your skin, sending delicious heat pooling to your core. 

Rhian’s lips are mere inches from yours once more, the distance feeling longer and more forlorn by the moment. He leans down, teasing your lips, and you find yourself whispering, “No. Surely you can do better, dear ones.” 

His hold on your waist tightens, his gaze snapping to Rafal beside you whose lips curl in wolfish delight. "We can do better than that can't we?"

“I won’t pass up a challenge,” Rafal’s voice drops, shivers cascading down your back in anticipation. You wanted, no, crave more of what they provide, all-consuming power and here you have them bending to your will, right at your fingertips practically weak in the knees.

And, it was all because of you.

For you. 

“We’ll do more than ravish you, my love.” They say in sync and you don’t fight the shudder that quakes through you. Years of desire and adoration coat the string of words and you respond to them in kind by kissing each of them, melting into them, tugging at their clothing, wanting to feel them.

The years have made you curious after all. 

Rhian undresses out of his robe, leaving him in a white undershirt showcasing the wondrous planes of his body. You drink him in slowly, your mind believing it’s conjured up some sort of spell, and yet it’s all too real.  Much too real, yet it’s all you could ever want. 

He pulls back the covers of the bed revealing silken blue sheets. Rafal scoffs in annoyance but leaves you with another lingering kiss full of promise and he wraps you in his red coat making you feel powerful. Rhian can’t help but groan at the sight.

In a flash, your clothing is removed, falling to the floor in a crumpled pile on the floor, leaving you encased in a billowing emerald coat.

Slowly, oh so slowly they fall to their knees as you sit on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling to tease them as they kiss up your your body, trailing circles along your skin, imprinting the feel in their memory before wrapping around you from either side to encase you in a protective cocoon. 

Rhian’s lips find your own as Rafal marks his way down your neck, leaving no place unadorned, sucking and marking up your collarbone. You whispered soft praises, baffled that they’ve wanted this as much as you have. 

They continue in their conquests kissing and caressing your body like you’re the only thing in the universe - their universe - and you respond in kind as you switch between kissing them, showering them with praises as you’re entangled between them, holding onto them for dear life cursing and begging as they made you come undone for them.

Please, don’t stop. 

Just like that.

I need more of you. 

If this were what came of the years of yearning, wanting, waiting, and desperation, you would do it again in a heartbeat. They wouldn’t soon forget it either, how you squirmed against them, clinging to them for dear life as their fingers worked you into oblivion, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.

No one, or anything would make you feel the same, for you were bound to them forevermore.  

“You’re ours,” They whisper in sync, the brothers of good and evil, and here you were in their midst claimed by them heart and soul never to be parted forevermore.

You kiss them gently, cupping first Rhian’s face, nipping his lip before sinking into the soft waves of his eyes, the calmest ocean made wild by your whims. Rafal’s kiss is like lightning, sending shock wave after shockwave along your body, his eyes twin flames searing into your soul, sealing your lifetimes of devotion. 

For they promised their everlasting souls to you, binding you with them never to part from you again. For you would be with them throughout eternity, basking amongst the planes of eternal bliss.

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Impossible Ending

Lady Lesso X Reader

Part 1 (you’re here) / Part 2

Summary: The Reader has known Lesso since their childhood, however, she knew it was impossible for them to be together, until the Storian assigned the Reader to help the deans to reformulate the now school for good and evil.

A/N: English is not my first language, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. I had to divide this in two parts, since it was too long for it to be an one shot. If you have any ideas for stories with Lady Lesso and for some reason whats me to write it, it would be my pleasure, just send me a request.

Warnings: bad language, mentions of injury, angst, a bit fluffy and mentions of smut in the end however, no smuts planned to this work.

Word count: 3.1k

The GIF is not mine.

          It’s almost funny how things were just way simpler when you were kids. There wasn’t no world purely divided on good and evil, heroes and villains, there was no school, no magic, and fairy tales were just it, fairy tales, centuries old stories passed on from generation to generation. You were born in a loving family of nomad healers, traveling around the world, helping. The woods and its dangers and marvels were no stranger to you, and between one job and another your people helped those that needed the most, but couldn’t afford to pay.

          One day you stumbled over Gavaldon, and it didn’t take long for them to know a woman was sick, your family went straight to help, and that changed your life forever. You met the most beautiful shy adorable human you've ever seen, her daughter, Leonora. In no time you two became inseparable, and a part of you fell hopelessly in love for her. You swore to protect her at all costs and to be on her side as much as you possibly can, and you kept the promise even when Rafal took her into this madness and now, you were dragged along too. 

          The days in the school weren’t easy, as she went to the school for evil, and you were dropped in the school for good. Your impossible love became even more impossible, if loving a woman was already out of question, love between good and evil were just unthinkable, unimaginable, impossible. 

          Days passed cold and empty without her, as she made it very clear that she didn’t want you around, your repulsive good princess self wasn't tolerated, and she would destroy you if she ever had the chance. You were her nemesis and Rafal’s visits didn’t make your life any better, he would personally destroy everything within you, every little piece of joy you had left with his sharp words. 

          Leonora could never have what she wants with you by her side, she would never be as powerful and as respected if you still gravitate around her, she would never achieve what Rafal’s demanded if she still had you, and most of all, if she did allowed herself to love you, she would just be the weird dyke everyone hates that date an ever and probably she would be just bullied and expelled. So you did the highest love gesture you can think of, you gave your own happiness up so she can have hers. 

          Having made that choice, however, didn’t make you feel any better about yourself, you were positively miserable, to the point you didn’t care if you would live or die or just became some sort of fucking talking candelabra like Lumiere in the next day. Rafal’s of course, always making sure you would feel that way. Nonetheless, one day, when you least expected, something unimaginable happened. The Storian itself summoned you in the headmaster’s tower. 

          It proposed that you attend both schools, good and evil, so you could be its personal assistant and make sure all the stories were told the way it was supposed to be, being the good brave hero in some stories and a terrible despicable villain in others. You didn’t think twice before accepting the job, you would take anything that could get out of that school and not doom you to be in a dress, adoring a man for the rest of your life. 

          The next years were like hell, attending one school was already difficult enough but two? That was almost impossible. Endless hours of studying, little sleep and an extra year just to finish the evil subjects almost made you go crazy, but you managed it, you almost made friends along the way, but no one was ever close to you as Leonora one day was.

          Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t exactly got an easy life, bruises, cuts and scars were almost permanent in your skin and you could never thank your mom enough for the skills you had learned from her so you could treat yourself between a job and another. Faking death and disappearing became your specialty, even though leaving those you liked behind were never even remotely pleasant.

          It kept like this for hundreds of years, between being a hero or a villain, a skilled witch or a mighty sword fighter, making friends and enemies, nevertheless, even with the busiest life sometimes, when the stars were in the right place, you couldn’t help yourself but to think about a certain redhead, and if she is happy. You heard she became dean of the school for evil, and you couldn’t be more content for her, as long she was happy, you were trying to be too. Life was just like this, until one day, the contents of your next mission parchment were different than the usual.

          The Storian wasn’t asking you to be a villain or a hero or to be a support character in any story, as the first student to graduate in the school for good and in the school for evil, you shall help the deans to unify both schools, as there was no more pure good nor pure evil. 

          That really hit you as a surprise, you didn’t think that they would see the infinite shades of gray in their black and white world so soon, but it also meant you were about to see her again, work with her, talk to her, and not being able to tell her what you truly wanted, not being able to touch her the way you body desires, and not being able to love her in the way you heart ached for.

          You tried to deny it, to run away, to flee as much as you can, but there wasn’t no one else for the job, you were the first entity and also the first reader to actually be both, be allowed to be both, good and evil. You had no choice but to go.

         When your eyes meet with the now Lady Lesso your heart skipped a beat. She was even more attractive then the last time you saw her. Her redhead was beautifully puffed in her perfect curls, her body embraced and exalted by a suit alongside a buttoned coat, her fingers sinfully wrapped around a walking stick and her eyes… well you always loved her eyes but her makeup made them even more  beautifully intense, like they could read your soul. 

          “Well, well, if it isn’t my own nemesis” Her deep voice enchanted around the great hall when you entered and sent chills down your spine “You look terrible by the way” She uttered with a smile that chanted evilness.

          “Likewise” You muttered with a sly smile, lies slipping easily from your lips.

          Reformulating a school wasn’t an easy task, there were centuries of segregation and contradictions that lead to a lot of work to do, and it all fell on your and the two deans' shoulders. It was inevitable that you and Lesso grew a little closer, but not even remotely like it once was. 

          Dovey always got annoyed when you three were in a room, banter and mockery would just fly around like a lost bird, and it was always she the one to collect the attention to the main subject again, soon followed by you and with some resistance the other dean. What you thought would be a desister of a job turned out to be quite fun because of her.

          “When was the last time you even slept properly?” Clarissa said when you two were chit chatting in the great hall, your upper body just threw against the wooden table and your head was resting on your extended arm.

          “Good question, maybe when I finished my last job” Your eyes fell shut.

          “I sincerely don’t know how you’re on your feet” Dovey said, partially impressed and partially disapproving of your own negligence.

          “Years of experience” You simply said.

          “I Didn’t know the great hall has turned into bedrooms, should I get along and make myself comfy?” A deep voice from behind you said as she sat by your side and started to comb your scruff’s locks. You could recognize that voice anywhere. 

          “It didn’t, I’m just a bit tired, and if you keep doing this I might fall asleep shamefully fast babe” You said with a already sleepy clouded mind, grabbing gently her hand and raising your torso from the table, interlocking your fingers and resting your hands on the wood “Now, I gotta go and finish what Dovey requested, there’s has to be a little bit of little old me for both of you, you know. Guess that’s the burden of being so hot” You said, already standing up and slowly letting go of the other woman’s hand.

          “Babe?” Lesso said repeating the way you called her with a raised eyebrow and a smile full of sneer.

          “Yeah, sorry, old habits die hard” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your eyes “Still, I gotta go, my dove needs me” You winked and joked looking at Clarissa to give yourself time to put your facade back on, and gladly, she made a princess exaggerated movement.

          “My hero” Dovey jokes. 

          “Do you guys need a private room?” Lesso said disgustedly and all you did was to laugh genuinely.

          The dynamic between you three kept like this until the weight of never ending work started to hit your bodies, you were all exhausted and you could see Lesso completely overworking herself. Don’t get me wrong, Dovey was full of work too, but she didn’t have to neglect her sleep to be back on time, once her part of the job was a little bit lighter than the rest, while you and Lesso were completely out of your minds.

          On a cold sleepless winter night you found the redhead found asleep in between her papers in the library of the school for evil. You went there just minding your own work but as soon as you saw her image, your heart softened. Her hair puffier than usual these days layed beautifully on the long wooden desk, her body shrunken in cold and in her face the dark bags beneath her eyes contrasted with her angelic expression. 

          Leaving your own papers on the long table you walked to her and placed a caring hand on her back rubbing it gently, while you whispered lightly on her side trying to wake her up.

          “Hey… Lesso… you should go to bed, it’s more comfortable… Leonora… Hey” All you heard in response was some murmurs.

          Long minutes passed with you trying to wake her up with no success, and there was no way in hell you would let her just rest there. Carefully you picked her up on bride style and her body seemed to understand what you were trying to do as it willingly wrapped around yours, her face hiding on the crook of your neck. The location of her room was not strange for you, since you already stumbled into her when she was walking out of it. Therefore, you calmly directed her body there. 

          The path wasn’t too long, but the feeling of her breath lightly brushing your neck was making your heart melt in a way you had long forgotten. The way her body recognized yours, her scent stronger than ever, inebriating your senses and making you feel like you’re finally at home again. The memories couldn’t help but to flood your mind. Memories of a time long gone when everything was easier, happier, lighter.

          Gentilly, you placed her body on the bed of her room and a whine of compliance left her lips as the heat of your body wasn’t evolving hers anymore, so you covered her in as many blankets as you could find, making sure she was more than comfortable. Your head told you to just turn around and leave her as it was, safe, warm and comfortable, but your heart pleaded to stay a little longer and comb her hair one last time, and for once, you listened to your heart. 

          Her face was peaceful and her redlocks were as soft as you could remember, you made sure to not undo any of her curls as a pleased whimp came from her mouth. Your heart fluttered and you wished deeply that everything could be just like this when she was awake, but you couldn’t. You would never take what she achieved on her own, the respect she gained, and most of all, deep down you knew you weren’t enough for her, and she deserved better, she deserved the world and even more.

          Few minutes has passed when you decided that you should probably get going, after all, the work wouldn’t just magically disappear, but you couldn’t resist to kiss the top of her head before you go, even though you knew it was a kiss that you did not deserve. 

          The way back to the library was full of thoughts, happiness, sadness, nostalgia, all crumbling and dancing within you, however the pile of work still on the long wooden desk made you focus shift slightly. First you decided to finish whatever Lesso was working on, and placed the finished work on her bedroom’s desk, then you shifted your labor on what you originally went to the library for. It was already day when you were able to finish it and there was still more work to do.

          That night wasn’t the only you found Lesso fast asleep, sometimes you could even find yourself sleeping around the castle, but you were far more used to sleepless nights than her, therefore you found yourself neglecting yourself in a double dose, once for your own work and twice for taking care of Lesso as you promised her you would all those years ago. Your wounds, however, didn’t take that neglect lightly, as some of them started to get sore and did not heal properly without your attention. 

          Visits to the blue forest became more and more frequent, as you needed to collect some specific herbs to try to make amends with your body and lower the slight fever that warned you that something wasn’t right. Soreness, pain, was something you learn to live with, but an untreated fever could lead to days in a hospital, and you should always avoid those.

          Once after a visit to it, you passed through the school for evil and suddenly you felt a hand grabbing your arm in a vice grip, your instincts almost kicked in to take down any threats to your body, but your brain could realize that it was just a well known redhead pushing you into her office furiously. Your entire body aches as she throws you against the adorned door and a low hiss escapes your lips. 

          “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Anger audible in her voice.

          “Going to my office? What the fuck Lesso” You said annoyed.

          “Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I mean” Her face was millimeters close to yours.

          “Maybe you should be more specific my dear. I’m doing a whole lot of things you know” You knew it wasn’t an answer she wanted to hear, but you know what? Two can play this game.

          “Why are you taking care of me? Do you think I’m stupid?” 

          “I would say reckless, but since you already did…” A sly smile adorned your lips, oh you knew it would drive her crazy.

          “Tell me one good reason to not kill you right here and now” Hatred and evilness sparkled in her eyes.

          “You like it or not, sweetie, I’m now your headmaster, and I would definitely appreciate some good behavior” You said, pushing yourself towards her.

          “There’s nothing good about me, pet, you should know that by now” Her hands painfully grabbed your chin “I could think hundreds of ways to torture you just to start with, so don’t you ever think I need your fucking useless help” She almost spit those words in disdain.

          “I know you don’t need it, but, you see…” You said removing her hands from your face and holding it firmly “I went for the school for good first, so as wicked I might be, I really live up to my promises, well, most of them” Your grin grew wider

          “Feel free then, pet I’m not the person you promised this bullshit, not anymore”

          “I wouldn’t be so sure, Leonora” You didn’t like the way her name fell from your lips.

          “Don’t you ever call me by that name again” She hissed the words in anger

          “Oh, did I stumble though a sore spot?” If she wasn’t the same person, neither were you.

          “You are really pathetic, you know that right pet? Little old me captivated you so much that you can’t forget me? Do you still love me?” Damn, it stings “Geez I was so bad and I didn’t even attend school yet” A sneer laugh escaped her lips, dripping with venom.

          “Why do you still overwork yourself then darling? Trying to cover that emptiness? Or is it just self loathing?” She knew all of your weak spots, but what she didn’t expect however, was that you knew hers too.

          “Why hurt your body if I can destroy who you are once again. Do you think I forgot the look on your face when I said the first time how useless you are and that I didn’t want you around? How broken were you? Poor little pet… So in love for the wrong person” You could see the devil on her face now, you really drove her crazy.

          “Leonora…” Her lips silence your words as it brushes a trail of bruising kisses down your neck, making you lose any kind of reasoning you might one day have. Your hands travel to her red hair not entirely sure if they want to push or pull her even more. Unwittingly, you tilt your head to the side, giving her even more space to toy with.

          “That’s not the name you’ll moan tonight, pet” She said kissing and biting your jaw, your body completely surrendered to her.

          “Lesso…” You almost moan, but could manage to steady your voice.

          “See? You’re a fast learner after all, always liked that in you” She says nipping your earlobe, and you eyes shut close, her hands dancing between your body.

          “Two can play this game, you know?” That was all your aroused voice handled to say

          “You wanna show me how bad you’ve been? How cute. Let me teach you a lesson then” Lesso said, crashing her lips on yours.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #leonora lesso #the school for good and evil

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Crime Prevention: IHRC Meets Delta State Government, Solidify Cooperation

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CONSIDER: Shadows and Light

The Symbolism Surrounding Rhian, Rafal, and the Pan

Fun fact: Under certain conditions, a flame will not cast a shadow.

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As we saw in Rise, Rhian could turn into a golden glow, turn into light, his non-human form, just as Rafal could turn into a shadow.

And those facts bring me to how the Pan subplot and the brothers' main plot might parallel each other more than we may think.

That Hook had to kill the Pan’s shadow was probably no accident. It likely couldn't have been a coincidence—it has to be a casual quality of the magic system in SGE and Peter Pan lore in general, no doubt.

So, we have: killing the shadow (the Pan's or symbolically, Rafal himself).

Rhian killed the shadow to his light.

And besides, an excess of light eradicates all shadows, and fire, specifically, can cast very distorted shadows because it's always in motion, and therefore, it's restless. This could mean fire as a light source could affect the shadow's "power," its appearance, just as Rhian, like a fairy-tale Nemesis (perhaps?), might have weakened Rafal as Rhian became stronger, and that Rhian had been a force that changed or warped Rafal as a person, while also becoming colder himself. Meanwhile, Rafal's hair curled slightly and he gained more color and warmth to his complexion towards the climax of their tale.

I wonder if, in getting his magic back from Hook when it was released, Rhian had been further corrupted or overpowered enough, to overpower Rafal (while, all the while, the Storian had been stripping Rafal of the magic he held) because it didn’t dissipate by itself, with the loss of his immortality(?). Hook could have been acting like a temporary storage unit for that magic, until it returned, meaning the Storian may not have been able to rescind it from Rhian directly.

(And did Kyma release Rhian's magic when it was transferred to her? Or did it just disappear/dissolve without returning to its owner?)

Then, we can ask ourselves: what was the only move that could kill Pan? Somehow, magically killing his shadow. His life source. The apparent source of his immortality.

And, Rhian killing the source of his former immortality (his brother, and as a result, their bond along with Rafal's death)? Well, that’s killing a shadow, too.

Thus, the two plots line up exactly.

Rafal was once Rhian's shadow, in a sense, the person who stayed by him, who saved him again and again. Thus, Rhian destroyed himself, to an extent, by killing that shadow. He not only killed his life source, the love that kept him alive, by severing the twins' bond, but lost a part of his identity when he killed Rafal. Thus, he ages. Like the Pan as he died, Rhian was no longer a perpetual youth, no longer a young "lost boy."

And sometimes, Rhian's shadow strayed too far and left him (Rafal deserting the School at the start), just as Pan’s shadow isn’t always right by the Pan himself. The Pan's shadow had a life and will of its own, seemingly, like Rafal did.

Rafal getting his own life, by venturing out, beyond the School, was one step away from having his identity always tied to Rhian. Maybe, just maybe, Rafal wasn't inseparable, inconceivable without Rhian (the light source), his other half. But, Rafal always did revolve around Rhian (when Rafal had his few, less selfish moments). Because, he simply can’t be brought up or thought of alone, at least not in the tales, in their world. One brother's presence always summons the other's to mind, when you talk about them. That’s how locked together, how insoluble their combined identity was, or plural roles were. The shadow was tethered to his object. They can’t be torn apart, not even in memory, which makes the nature of the tales themselves all the more reductive, dehumanizing, even.

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