My dove

My dream world| h&c

*Authors note< in such a good mood to write this for you so here you go*

Trigger warning~ swearing abusive parents

Prompt~ tumblr anon~ Hihi I have a really funky request for a platonic Lady Lesso × Never!student-
A never student sleeps in class a lot and ignores Lady Lesso's warnings multiple times so one day Lesso gets pissed and takes the reader to the doom room-
Lesso demands a reason why the reader sleeps all the time and the student says because she can dream to escape reality-
Thennn Lady Lesso asks her what she dreams about and the student says she dreams about her-
Lady Lesso isnt sure if she wants to know the details but decided to tease the student and asks her about it-
Andddd the reader says she dreams of Lady Lesso killing her parents who are neglective and abusive. [sorry if it's too much haha its my experience u dont have to go into details if u dont want to]-
The answer catches the dean totally off guard and she didnt expect that kind of answer, she thought the student was just another hormonal silly teen ifykyk. And then it's just hurt/comfort and fluff-
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You'd lost count how many times you had napped in Curses and Deathtraps, and how many times Lady Lesso had warned you that this ignorance would not be tolerated. Hell you'd even had a doom room trip, although nothing like what you had heard the stories about. You'd been left all night bound to a chair in darkness, her words roaming your brain "if you can't sleep in your dorm maybe you'll sleep here so you can actually pay attention in my class" yet for you it didn't work.

You continued to sleep where you felt safest, the classroom. And nothing would stop that not even the great Dean of Evil herself. This one particular day you had a double of the lesson which resulted in multiple naps that were disturbed by the crack of her cane on your desk and hissed words of warning. You saw when she snapped, the doom room is where you would be hearing and truthfully you couldn't care less. You needed sleep and if this is how you get it then so be it.

As soon as the lesson ended you were dragged by the arm to the doom room and strapped into that chair once more. Assuming you were alone you let your mind relax. Truthfully you were exhausted and frustrated, why can't she just leave you be! A yawn escaped you, and that's when you heard the tale tale signs of Lady Lesso's cane. Once more you were met with her pissed off look, clearly showing you that you had really bothered her. "Why do you have to be such an insolent child and refuse to pay attention to my very clear and direct warnings." She spat stalling up to you as if you were prey.

She paused for a little wondering if she cared enough to stand here and find out just what was going on or if she should just leave you to sit here. Deciding this needed to stop once and for all she asked the dreaded question. "Why do you sleep in my class?" Her tone was direct and leaving no room for any arguments. "Because I want to escape this" you murmured avoiding her gaze, "my dreams at the only time I feel peace, I can't sleep where I don't feel safe." The information seemed to give her a pause for a few moments. Emotion's flickered through her eyes and you couldn't help but try to understand. "What is it that you dream of?" Her curiosity soaked her words. Perhaps this would give her leverage.

With a sinister smirk you decided to play this game, "you truly want to know, well I dream of all the ways you could murder my parents. Some are intricate and detailed, others are quick and painful maybe even messy. Each way is unique and different and I enjoy seeing just what that twisted evil soul of yours could come up with. After all we are learning from the best here isn't that right Leonora?" You purred her name watching the anger flash over her features. You knew just what buttons to push and you throughly enjoyed pushing them.

"Why in the hell would I kill your parents?" She pondered out loud triggering an outburst from yourself. "Maybe because they are abusive and neglectful assholes who deserve so much more than death by your hands. Maybe you thought I was a mindless puppy drooling over you? But no. I dream of how your twisted mind would torture the bastards that had tortured me for years before I came here." The venom in your words was undeniable and it caused the older women to step back from you. Perhaps you had hit the nail on the head, maybe she wanted to be right and now she knew she was wrong it was hurting her pride?

You would be lying if you said you didn't believe Lady Lesso was attractive. Anyone who stated that would have to be blind. It was a fact you knew she knew. So why feed into it? Yet this side of her, was one you hadn't seen and didn't quite know what to do. She freed you from the chair and stepped forward opening her arms. Why in the hell was she offering to hold you? Yet, affection was something that was usual withheld from you so you took it slowly. When her arms wrapped around you, sobs took over your body as you let out years of pain. She hushed each and every stuttered sentence, her hand stroking your back in a calming and motherly manner. This was definitely not what you thought your doom room trip would be. Yet telling someone allowed you to feel a kind of relief you believed to be impossible. You were safe and warm, and now you didn't feel so alone, your secret was out and maybe one day she would act on your thoughts. Maybe.

Word count ~ 1025