My dove

Shes gone| h&c

*Authors note~ I'll do my very best with this anon!I read your ask and I hope you know that truly I'm sorry and your in my thoughts <3

Trigger warnings~ miscarriage

Prompt~ tumblr anon~(censored details)
Would u be comfortable writing about a miscarriage? I was thinking platonic Lady Lesso and student reader... if not feel free to ignore the request
Also, would it be possible not to share the ask? I know its anon but it still feels a little scary, tysm🧡
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You came to the school of Good and Evil later than most. You arrived at the age of fifteen, three years left of your educational journey, truthfully you were glad, hoping that you would somehow magically feel better. That you'd be happy. But you weren't. You couldn't stop the ache in your heart and the what of thoughts. You couldn't help but notice how things could've been. But no one here knew your story.

Back home in Galvaldon, you'd done almost anything to fit in, unfortunately when your fifteen you don't think as rationally as you'd hope. And you had ended up pregnant. You were alone and terrified. How could you tell anyone? Your parents would disown you and the father? He used you, one night to gain his popularity to disappear off the face of the earth. Leaving you alone, dealing with the adult consequences of an adult act being nothing but a mere child. And that's how you ended up in the school for Good and Evil. You were placed as a Never, not that it mattered now the schools had merged but it meant your port of calm for anything was Lady Lesso. The women seemed to be intimating and slightly cold yet you still found yourself drawn to her whenever she entered the room. Maybe that's why you went to her.

Blood. You knew what it meant. You couldn't lose her. Yes her. You knew in your gut and you know what they say about a mother's intuition. The blood wouldn't have been so concerning if there had only been a little. But this, you knew in your heart of hearts what was happening. You tried to clean up as best as you could while quickly making your way to the Deans chamber, after all it was out of hours but you had no choice. You needed help here. At your age no one should go through this let alone all by themselves.

With a few timid knocks and a grunt in pain you managed to gain the attention of the Dean, instantly seeing the state of you she ushered you in the room, "little one? Your bleeding love" the care in her voice was not what you were expecting or the way she hurried you into her adjoining bathroom and ran a shallow bath. Checking the temperature she turned to leave and give you privacy, only for you to cry for her to stay. She did so, back turned to give you the privacy as you sobbed. The blood quickly clouding the water causing you to mumble out apologies, only for lesso to click her finger and the water be translucent once more.

Once you had cleaned up and dressed into some comfortable clothing that she had somehow sourced for you she made sure you had anything you would need thick pads. Knowing not everyone liked them but it was the best option for you. She then carried you to sit on her bed and held you as you cried. "She's gone" you mumbled feeling defeated, "and it's all my fault" you whimpered unable to stop crying. You felt like you'd let her down, if they even were a she. Maybe they were a he. I mean you couldn't even keep her so maybe your intuition was wrong on the gender too. But for you she'd always be a she.

"I'm sorry darling, truly, I'm here for you and I hope you know you shouldn't blame yourself for the little dove. You're young darling maybe now wasn't the right time for you" she murmured as she rocked you in her arms. "Dove?" you stammered feeling the word roll on your tongue. Your little dove, it seemed to fit and you placed your hand on your lower stomach realising your dove would no longer be there and cried as you apologised to them, the gods above and then woman's arms you rested in.

Leonora never left you that night, she sat next to the bed in a chair watching over you as you slept, you tossed and turned probably from the cramping as she thought of any way she could possibly help. You were a student and any student of hers may as well be her child for how much she loved you. Maybe not always showing it but when the chips were down and times were hard she was always there. And for as long as you wanted her she would help you grieve your little dove. With a snap of her fingers a plush dove Teddy appeared next to you on the bed, you instantly clutching onto it and bringing it in tightly to your chest. Anything she could do to help with your pain she would do in a heartbeat.

Word count ~ 907