Charlize Theron characters x reader One-Shot book (platonic)

Platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader

TW: Angst, hurt/comfort 😩😭 good luck !!

I will be your voice

(Hope pt. 2)

"No... Oh, no... Y/N... Please, be alive-"

Lady Lesso put her silver nail-painted finger against your neck, searching for any sign of life... And then she felt a faint thump. Maybe... just maybe... there was hope.

Now a race against time, Lady Lesso propelled herself forward with unmatched speed, cradling you in her arms, while the other teachers followed suit. Bursting through the infirmary doors, she rushed to one of the waiting cots, gingerly placing you upon it. Gazing down at your unconscious state, Lady Lesso's desperation grew, yearning for the power to save you now.

Throughout the long night that followed, Lady Lesso remained at the your side. And then a miracle happened. A soft, barely audible cough escaped your lips, accompanied by a fluttering of your eyelids.

"Y/N?" Lady Lesso whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and overwhelming relief. She gently tapped your cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "Y/N, my darling, it's me, Lady Lesso..."

You raised your weary gaze to meet Lady Lesso's concerned eyes. Lady Lesso's heart clenched as she witnessed the visible signs of exhaustion etched upon your face. She understood that your conversation would have to wait until you'd regain some strength and energy. Yet, as Lady Lesso settled by the bedside, her mind buzzed with a ton of unanswered questions.

"Y/N..." Lady Lesso whispered, her voice laced with worry and genuine care. She peered down at you, her gaze filled with both tenderness and concern. "Are you all right, my dear? What happened to you?" Her voice caressed the air, a gentle plea for understanding.

You merely shrugged your shoulders, a subtle gesture accompanied by averted eyes fixated upon the infirmary's curtains.

A heavy sigh escaped Lady Lesso's lips, her heart breaking as she noticed your evident distress. It was clear that you were deeply troubled.

Drawing nearer to your bedside, Lady Lesso tenderly took your hand in her own, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Her voice adopted a soothing tone, an attempt to calm the anxiety within you.

"Y/N, honey... When you feel ready, when you're comfortable sharing, do you think you could tell me what happened to you?" Her words, laced with gentle concern, hung delicately in the air. Lady Lesso felt your grip on her hand tighten.

Once again, you offered only a shrug, signaling your reluctance to speak. It appeared that words wouldn't come to you for now.

Lady Lesso exhaled deeply, her heart heavy with a mix of disappointment and understanding. She realized that, for the time being, this moment of holding hands was as close as she could get to unraveling the mystery surrounding your ordeal.

"It's all right, darling... Rest now," Lady Lesso murmured, her voice a hushed lullaby of reassurance. She squeezed your hand once more, tenderly conveying her support. "I will be back to check on you soon, okay, honey? Just give me a little nod if you can..."

Unexpectedly, you shook your head, whimpering softly as you struggled to sit up, reaching out for Lady Lesso's hand once more. Lady Lesso's heart swelled with both surprise and concern as you abruptly sat up, your desperation palpable in your trembling form. Lady Lesso instinctively leaned in, her hand continuing its soothing caress through your tousled hair.

"I'm here, Y/N... You're safe," Lady Lesso reassured you, her voice a tender murmur, hoping to calm you.

You, still visibly agitated, slowly reclined back onto the cot. With a determined gesture, you pointed towards the chair positioned next to your bedside. Understanding the unspoken request, Lady Lesso obliged, sitting down slowly, making sure not to invade your personal space.

Lady Lesso waited patiently for any further cues or gestures. She knew that, for now, actions spoke louder than words, and she was determined to offer the support you needed in the way you felt most comfortable with.

You turned to face the dean, your expression vacant as you layed on you side, steadfastly refusing to release Lady Lesso's hands.

The dean's gaze bore into your eyes. She recognized the trauma etched upon the your lifeless eyes and expressionless face, a silent testament to the horrors you had endured. A heavy ache settled within Lady Lesso's chest.

With a voice filled with tenderness and care, Lady Lesso spoke to you as if you were her own child, understanding the need for gentleness and understanding.

"Just take your time, darling," Lady Lesso whispered, her voice a soothing melody. "You don't have to speak about it if you're not ready." Her touch continued to caress your hair, a gesture intended to convey comfort and reassurance.

Lady Lesso's eyes widened in surprise as you pointed to her throat, the unspoken meaning behind it. A sense of grief washed over Lady Lesso as the realization slowly settled within her. Summoning her courage, she took a deep breath, setting aside her own fears, and gently asked the question she had been avoiding.

"Y/N," she spoke with utmost gentleness, her voice trembling slightly. "Can you talk at all?" Her gaze remained fixed upon you, her concern visible, as she tried to uncover the extent of the trauma that may have robbed you of your voice.

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you shook your head. Lady Lesso's heart clenched with anguish, her concern for you deepening with each passing moment.

Moving closer to the cot, Lady Lesso positioned herself at your side, offering a comforting presence. Her face just inches away from you, you allowed her to gently wipe away the tears with her thumb.

"That's okay, darling... It's okay," Lady Lesso whispered, her tone full of empathy and understanding. She tenderly stroked your cheek, her touch conveying the utmost care and compassion. "Don't you worry about that now... You're alive, you're breathing... I've got you, sweet girl."

You let out a quiet whimper, as you tried to make any noise, make out any words. But your ability to speak was stripped away along with your innocence.

"It's okay, baby..." Lady Lesso's voice remained soft, her touch now shifting to gently rub your back in a comforting gesture. Her expression took on a serious look, as she acknowledged the painful truth that you had lost your voice and more.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Lady Lesso sat up in the chair, her posture reflecting her determination. From her pocket, she retrieved a small notebook and a pen, holding them out to you with hope gleaming in her eyes.

"Try writing, darling" Lady Lesso encouraged gently. She understood the challenge you faced, but she remained steadfast in her commitment to finding alternative ways of communication. "Use your hands to talk with me if you need to."

Your eyes fixated on the paper and pen, your thoughts racing as you blinked a few times. The fear that gripped you made even the simple act of writing seem daunting, causing your cheeks to flush with embarrassment and frustration.

"It's okay, Y/N... Take all the time you need," Lady Lesso whispered softly, her touch tenderly caressing your cheek, assuring you that there was no rush.

Lady Lesso's eyes widened in surprise and concern as your demeanor suddenly changed, your outburst of kicking and punching the air leaving the notebook and pen discarded on the floor. Acting swiftly, Lady Lesso instinctively grabbed hold of your arms, gently restraining you and preventing any further harm.

"It's okay, Y/N, calm down," Lady Lesso whispers, holding your hands firmly within her own, offering both physical and emotional support.

With a firm yet gentle grip, Lady Lesso kept her arms wrapped around you, drawing you close in a comforting embrace.

Letting out a sigh of empathy, Lady Lesso continued to hold you close, her arms a protective shield. Her hand stroked your hair in a soothing rhythm.

Lady Lesso's thoughts turn to Rafal, the one responsible for this heinous act and she silently vowed to do everything in her power to end him.

"I'm here, Y/N," Lady Lesso whispered, her voice filled with deep sympathy and tenderness. "Shhh... I'm here," she reassures calmly, gently rocking back and forth.

"I'll never let you go," Lady Lesso whispers softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You are strong, and you will find your voice again..." the dean held you tightly, feeling your sobs against her chest, "...until then, I will be your voice."