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

Platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader

TW: ANGST, HURT, I WAS PMSING WHEN WRITING THIS, D3@TH

Note: Maybe inspired by Supernatural because I became obsessed with this show.

Also if I cry everybody must cry.

I'll come back

Lady Lesso couldn't help but notice the way you were acting. You were soft and kind and you had this innocence that seemed foreign among your wicked peers. Even your smiles carried a certain purity that sent shivers down Lady Lesso's spine. She wondered if the School Master was even right to put you here.

One day a fight was happening in the hallway. Upon hearing the commotion, Lady Lesso's eyes narrowed as she swiftly made her way towards the source of the disturbance. The sight that greeted her chilled her to the core - you, battered and bruised, lying helpless on the cold floor. A wave of protectiveness washed over her, replacing the fear she'd previously felt around you.

"To dormitories, everyone!," Lady Lesso announced, tapping her cane against the floor to demand attention.

"Now!" Her voice boomed through the hallways, silencing the murmurs and gasps from the crowd. With a fierce determination, Lady Lesso scooped you into her arms.

Lady Lesso carried you to her office, placing you on her couch, she rummaged through closet looking for bandages. She looked back at you. The black eye that had been so prominent moments ago was now gone, replaced by smooth skin devoid of any injury. Your smile grew wider, radiating a warmth that seemed to pierce right through Lady Lesso's heart. "You... You healed yourself," Lady Lesso uttered softly, unable to conceal the admiration in her voice.

"Why did you do that, Y/N? Why not let me help you?" She asked, concern lacing every syllable.

"I don't know. Wasn't on purpuse." You shrugged.

Lady Lesso found herself captivated by the simplicity of your response.

"Well," Lady Lesso said, attempting to mask her curiosity, "it seems you possess abilities beyond my wildest imaginations. Now, rest here for a while," she instructed gently, watching as you complied without argument.

As you drifted off to sleep, Lady Lesso found herself once more transfixed by the enigmatic aura surrounding you. The faint glow emanating from your body seemed almost surreal, as though reality itself was bending beneath its ethereal touch. Shaking her head slightly, Lady Lesso dismissed the strange occurrence as fatigue or perhaps a trick of the dim lighting. Still, unease gnawed at her as she watched the sleeping figure before her.

Lady Lesso sat down next to you, touching your back when she felt a strange buldge. A jolt of shock coursed through Lady Lesso's veins as she discovered the unexpected sight beneath your hoodie. Iridescent white feathers, shimmering in the dim light of her office. Her mind raced with questions and possibilities, yet she remained rooted to the spot, too awestruck to move. She had encountered many peculiar individuals throughout her tenure at the School for Evil, but none quite like this.

With a mix of trepidation and fascination, Lady Lesso reached out tentatively to brush her fingers against the delicate wings. To her surprise, they felt surprisingly real and solid beneath her touch.

Holidays had come and gone, leaving behind a sense of renewal and rejuvenation amongst the students as they returned to their studies. As Lady Lesso entered the classroom, her gaze immediately sought out you, who appeared to be dozing off at your desk.

Lady Lesso approached you cautiously. She was torn between scolding you for falling asleep and offering support in whatever struggle seemed to be plaguing you. "Lady Lesso," you murmured softly, lifting your head slowly as if weighed down by unseen burdens.

The usually radiant smile was missing, replaced by an expression of profound sadness that tugged at Lady Lesso's heartstrings. Even worse, the light in those mesmerizing eyes had been extinguished, leaving behind a hollow void that mirrored the emptiness within your chest.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, rubbing your eyes as if trying to wipe away tears that refused to fall.

Kneeling down behind you, Lady Lesso gently rolled up the hem of your hoodie, revealing the cut wings. Well... 'the wings' that were no longer there. It was a painful sight that brought a wave of guilt crashing over Lady Lesso; she should've protected this precious angel better.

With a soft groan, you struggled to rise from the chair, your vision swimming and dizziness clouding your senses. As you reached out to steady yourself on your desk, Lady Lesso swiftly moved to intercept your collapse. Catching you in her arms, she held you close, concern etched across her features. "Lie down for a moment, Y/N," Lady Lesso coaxed gently, guiding you to rest against the cool wooden surface.

She tenderly brushed away a stray lock of your H/C hair from your forehead, feeling it. It was burning. Your whole body was burning. Your cheeks were red and sweaty.

Lady Lesso faced the horrible truth, there was nothing left to do but offer comfort in these final moments. You were dying. Drawn close to the you, she enfolded you in her arms, cradling you.

"I'll come back," – you whispered as the final ember of life flickered out like a candle.

Lady Lesso's fingers danced through the silken strands of your hair, stroking the delicate locks as if to commit them forever to memory. This tiny angelic presence had somehow breached the fortress walls surrounding her cold, calculating soul, implanting seeds of empathy and understanding that would bloom into an affection she could neither ignore nor contain.

Lady Lesso's tenderly closed your E/C eyes. You looked like you were only sleeping.

The School for Good and Evil built a statue of you. Positioned on the bridge that connected their school.

As Lady Lesso gazed upon the statue her senses heightened as she heard a cry. She searched for the source of it, behind a statue layes a newborn baby girl, wrapped in iridescent white wings that shimmered under the moonlight. She seemed to look up at Lesso and she smiled.