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roosterforme · 7 months

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Adult Education Part 1 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake ends up sitting in on a college physics lecture purely by accident. He's rewarded with a cute smile and a cheap beer when he defends the professor. But since when is he like Bradshaw, getting turned on by math and college classrooms?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! It was also written for a request and Rocktober! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"Hey, Bradshaw."

Bradley spun to face Jake in the parking lot, throwing a questioning glance his way. "Hangman?"

"I need a favor."

Jake wanted to laugh at the annoyed look on the other aviator's face, but he really did need Rooster to help him out.

"What favor?" Bradley asked, making a production of checking his watch for the time. It was 5:32. Jake could have told him that without checking his own watch. But once again, being at Bradshaw's mercy had him biting his tongue.

"I need a ride home," Jake informed him, nodding to where that vintage Bronco was parked. "My truck is in the shop."

"Why are you just telling me about this now?"

Jake sighed. "Because I live to annoy you. Can you drop me off at my place or not? It's like a mile from your house."

"I'm not heading straight home," Bradley informed him. "My wife is giving a back to school mini lecture at the college."

"Doesn't she teach calculus?" Jake asked, starting to sweat through his khaki uniform while the two men stood in the hot blacktop. "Why are you going to a college calculus lecture?"

Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, clearly annoyed that he was being held up. "Because my wife is hot, and I want to get laid tonight."

"That's fair," he replied. Bradshaw somehow ended up marrying a dime. And Jake supposed he'd willingly attend some stuffy math lecture as well, if the woman giving it was hot enough.

"Listen, I'm leaving," Bradley said, already backing away. "If you want a ride from me, you'll have to swing by San Diego State for an hour or two first. I can drop you off after the lecture."

Jake looked around, deciding this was going to be his best option. "Yeah, alright. Thanks, Bradshaw."

"Just don't embarrass me," Bradley replied, climbing in the driver's side door. Jake climbed in the Bronco as well and rolled his eyes. Really, in what world would he be the embarrassing one here?

"I'm cool," Jake insisted as they pulled out of the parking spot.

"And please, don't call my wife Dr. Tits."

"Okay, that was one time," Jake said, trying to defend himself. "At the holiday party. And I was very drunk."

"Yeah, well she thinks you're annoying."

"Hmm," Jake hummed, looking out the window. "I'll behave."

They rode the rest of the way in a silence that thankfully wasn't as awkward as it could have been. And when they went walking through the campus side by side, Jake chuckled at all of the college aged girls turning to get a look at them.

"Yeah," Bradley grunted. "It happens every time."

"Hey, some of these girls are cute."

"You're thirty."

"I don't see a problem."

Jake held open the door to the mathematics and science building for Bradley to walk inside, and they were met with clusters of students and professors talking in the long corridor. He followed Bradley into one of the lecture halls on the first floor, and a pang of jealousy shot through him when Bradshaw's wife made a beeline their way with a smile on her face.

"Hey, Sugar," Bradley crooned, and she kissed him so sweetly, Jake had to look away.

"Beer Boy! I can't believe you came."

"Wouldn't miss it."

"Oh, hi Jake," she said, waving to him from where she was tucked under her husband's chin.

"Hi," he replied, feeling kind of bad about calling her Dr. Tits a few weeks ago. "Rooster kindly offered to drive me home after your lecture, since my truck is currently in for repairs."

"You're sweet," she told Bradley before leaning up to kiss him again. But now he had one hand sliding down along her ass, and Jake waved as he walked away.

"Text me when you're done," he muttered, despising the feeling of being the third wheel. It happened more and more as his friends and coworkers started to pair off in serious relationships. He didn't mind being single; it gave him more opportunity to save money for a Cessna, and he didn't have to stop picking up girls from the bar. But he didn't like it when he was expected to stand there and watch everyone else sucking face and saying I love you. "Disgusting."

When he wandered back out into the main hallway, he noticed that it was 6:00 and everyone seemed to be heading into the different lecture halls. So he chose a door at random and ducked inside behind a kid holding a skateboard. If he'd had more time to consider his options, he might have looked for something different to listen to for an hour, but it just so happened he walked in as a physics lecture was starting up.

There was a woman with her back to the room writing her name on the white board. Dr. Jessica Reed. When she turned around, adjusted her glasses and smiled, Jake tripped over a chair leg and sat down a little hard in one of the empty seats. She was beautiful. And now she was looking right at him since he'd made the chair screech a few inches across the floor.

"Sorry," he whispered, wincing in apology. But she just shrugged a little bit and got started.

"Welcome back for the spring semester. I'm Dr. Reed, and this is my second year teaching at San Diego State after earning my PhD in physics from Texas A&M." She paused and gestured to five men sitting in the front row. "Tonight some of my colleagues and I will be talking about propulsion and thrust in relation to aviation and aeronautics."

Now Jake was sitting on the edge of his seat. She went to college in Texas? She knew about aviation? She looked hot in her glasses, skirt and high heels? He was fascinated. She gave a short lecture, pausing to write some formulas on the board in her tidy handwriting, and he was pleased to note that he remembered some of this from his classes at the Naval Academy. He actually remembered a lot of this.

Now she was writing a problem on the board while she said, "Thrust provides the forward motion needed to sustain lift and counteract drag. It is also used to accelerate, gain altitude, and sometimes to maneuver. Propulsion is the act of moving or pushing an object forward. So if an aviator needs to prevent altitude loss because of drag, they would need to know how this formula works."

Jake sat with a smug smile on his face. He did this every day at work. And he already solved her handwritten problem in his head, because he took and aced four semesters of physics himself.

"Can anyone solve for the required thrust?" she asked, adjusting her glasses a little nervously when nobody immediately raised their hand.

Jake glanced from side to side. The college kids either looked lost or too shy to answer, so he slipped his hand into the air.

"Yes?" she asked, calling on him. "Go ahead."

"2900 meters per second," he answered smoothly, and her face lit up.

"Perfect," she replied, turning back to the board to finish solving for everyone to see. She gave a few closing notes and some information about her class schedule, and when she was finished, she grabbed her notebook from the podium. Jake and a few others in attendance clapped for her as she made her way to the empty seat right in front of him. She smiled at him softly before she sat down.

And then Jake had to endure a very loud, very cranky old man named Dr. Benson Leeland give a similar lecture. But his voice was not conducive to learning, and his handwriting was atrocious. He complained in a passive aggressive tone that Dr. Reed hadn't erased the board for him, and Jake watched her squirm a little awkwardly in the seat in front of him. That was pretty rude of Dr. Leeland.

But now Jake was noticing the way the other physics professors were hanging on every word that this guy was saying. A few even asked for more information. But as Jake studied the sloppy equation he was scribbling on the board, he realized the answer was wrong.

"He doesn't even have the right information," Jake mumbled, squinting at the board.

"No," Jessica Reed whispered, "he really doesn't."

"Is he new here or something?" Jake muttered.

She laughed softly and looked at him over her shoulder. She looked so cute, and her eyes were sparkling with wit and intelligence. "He's had tenure since 1995."

"Jesus," Jake groaned, looking back to the board just in time to see Dr. Leeland cap the dry erase marker.

"Any questions about the problem?" he barked, and once again everyone else in the room looked half asleep. Well, other than the panel of professors in the front who were hanging on his every word.

But Jake raised his hand and said, "Yes. Several."

"Fine," Dr. Leeland growled. "What would you like to know?"

Jake scoffed and stood up as he gestured to the white board. "I'd like to know why your answer is wrong."

The room went silent as Dr. Leeland turned and looked at the board. A few seconds later, he said, "It looks correct to me," but he sounded far less confident now.

"Well it's not. It's off by a thousand. And you need thrust not propulsion to rapidly gain altitude during takeoff," Jake said, and he noticed that Jessica appeared to be holding in her laughter in front of him. "So not only is your math wrong, your equation just doesn't even make any sense."

"I'm sorry, but are you a student here? Did you graduate from this program?" Leeland asked Jake.

"No," he replied with his hands on his hips. "I'm an aviator. And I attended the Naval Academy where the professors taught physics correctly like Dr. Reed."

He could have heard a pin drop, and Jessica was looking back at him from her seat with her lips parted and her eyes wide. Then a smile crept onto her face, and Jake decided that it was so stunning, he'd like to keep it there.

Just as Dr. Leeland started to shuffle around the front of the lecture hall, and another equally geriatric professor took his place at the podium, Jessica stood, clutching her red notebook to her chest. She still looked kind of surprised by him, but pleased nonetheless. And when she was standing this close to him, Jake was having a hard time remembering why he was annoyed a few seconds ago.

When she nodded to the doors at the back of the room and headed toward them, Jake tripped along after her. She slipped silently out into the hallway and he followed her lead. It was cool and quiet out here, and she laughed softly as soon as the door closed softly behind him.

"Sorry, but there's no way I could listen to another lecture after Leeland put his foot in his mouth like that," she told him softly with a smile. "And it seemed like you were probably done, too?"

"That's right. I'm pretty sure I already got to hear the best physics professor give her lecture," Jake said as smoothly as he could. "No sense in staying for whatever the hell that was." He jerked his chin toward the door, and she looked delighted. "He didn't even know what he was talking about."

"Yeah," she agreed, adjusting her glasses and nodding vigorously. "He's been tenured. Since 1995. Welcome to my world."

Jake chuckled, and when he held out his hand, she juggled her notebook and shook it. "I'm Jake Seresin." Her hand was small and sure, and he had to fight the urge to pull her closer.

"Jessica Reed," she replied, pulling her hand from his all too soon.

"I really liked your mini lecture, Dr. Reed," he said, tucking his hands into his pockets.

She laughed and looked at the floor for a beat. "You can call me Jessica." She glanced toward the elevators like maybe she was going to leave, but then she turned back to him and asked, "You feel like grabbing a drink? There's a hellaciously shitty dive bar across the street."

He grinned. "Do they have cheap beer?"

"Oh, yeah. And they give you peanuts and let you throw the shells wherever you want to with reckless abandon," she said before biting her lip. Was she nervous to ask him? She shouldn't be. Jake would have followed her out into oncoming traffic if she said that's what she wanted to do.

"Let's go," he replied, earning himself another smile.

"It's my treat," she said, pushing open the doors and heading out onto the sidewalk with him. "Honestly, a three dollar beer and some stale peanuts is the least you deserve for standing up for me in there."

As they walked side by side toward the corner and the crosswalk, he asked, "So you're the only competent one in your department, Jessica?" Oh, he really liked saying her name. He wondered if she would respond with one of those pretty smiles if he whispered her name in her ear.

"Yes," she replied with conviction as she crossed the street toward the bar called Chippy's. "And I'm also the youngest one, the only female, and the only one without tenure." She pushed open the door, and Jake immediately noticed the crowd of college students and the floor that was simultaneously sticky and slippery from peanut shells.

"Hey, Reedy!" called the bartender, and she waved to him before grabbing the last empty high top with two stools.

Jake smirked. "Are you a regular at Chippy's?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes with a grin as she took a seat.

"If you were in my shoes, you'd need a shitty beer at the end of the day more often than not, too."

And then to Jake's surprise, the older bartender stopped by the table with two beers and a bowl of peanuts. He set them down next to Jessica's red notebook. "Reedy," he said with a wink before looking at Jake like he was already on thin ice.

When he headed back to the bar, Jake sat on the stool opposite hers and watched as she took a sip of her beer. Then she licked her lips, and Jake leaned a little closer.

"Okay, so earlier you said you're an aviator?" she asked, looking at his uniform shirt. "You're a naval Lieutenant? Top Gun?"

"That's right," he confirmed, and that smile was back. "Your lecture took me right back to my Physics of Propulsion and Combustion class from about ten years ago."

She cracked open a peanut, and Jake watched her toss the shell to the floor without a care in the world, and he laughed.

"What were you doing in my lecture anyway?" she asked before popping the peanut into her mouth.

Jake suddenly remembered Bradshaw and his wife and his ride home. He'd gotten completely lost in Jessica and managed to forget all about everything else. "I actually came with a friend of mine, but he went to a different lecture. I just picked a door at random, and let me tell you, I'm happy I ended up in your lecture hall."

She pressed her lips together, and he crushed a peanut of his own. "Well, I hope you learned something useful today, Jake."

"I did," he replied, throwing the shell over his shoulder, and Jessica laughed. "I learned that if I'm not nice to the best physics professor at San Diego State, the bartender at Chippy's will kick my ass."

The sound of her laughter as she tipped her head back had Jake entranced. Her neck and collarbones looked soft, like they were made for his lips and fingers to explore. And her clothes were kind of sexy in an academic way. Since when was he like Bradshaw, getting turned on by math and college classrooms?

"Yeah, you better watch your back," she said, cracking into another peanut. "What kind of jet do you fly?"

He had to clear his throat. "F/A-18. Super Hornet."

She moaned softly, and Jake almost dropped his pint glass. "One of my favorites for aerodynamics and combustion studies. I actually just read the most interesting article in the Journal of Propulsion Science about the Super Hornet. It was fascinating, because they touched on-" She froze with a peanut shell in her hand and looked embarrassed. "Sorry."

He wanted her to finish her sentence. He needed her to. She knew about the fucking physics of his aircraft! She was hot as hell! "Keep going," he urged. "Why was it fascinating?"

Jessica licked her lips again and said, "It was fascinating because they touched on the way temperature affects draft and drag."

After that, Jake was completely hooked. He listened to her with rapt attention as she told him a bit more about the article before saying, "I kept the journal. If you ever wanted to borrow it."

"Yes," he replied immediately, leaning even closer to her. "I'd love to borrow it."

"Great," she whispered, adjusting her glasses and finishing her beer. But when she set her glass down, she gasped. "I left my wallet in my office. I was going to treat you to the beer for being so sweet and essentially telling Leeland to go fuck himself earlier."

Jake was the one with his head tipped back in laughter this time. When he met her eyes again, he said, "Oh, you're cute, Jessica. But I was never going to let you pay for the three dollar beers." She giggled and covered her lips with her fingertips, and Jake asked, "You want another pint?"

But then his phone rang, and he muttered, "Sorry," as he dug it out of his pocket.

Bradshaw

He ignored the call. All of the lectures must be over by now. He was probably ready to leave. But Jake wanted to spend the rest of the night sitting in Chippy's with Dr. Jessica Reed, throwing peanut shells on the floor with reckless abandon.

"You have to go?" she asked softly, and Jake thought she looked a little sad at the prospect.

"Yeah," he started before his brain helpfully informed him that he could easily stay longer and just get a cab or an Uber to take him home later.

But when he was about to tell Jessica that he actually wanted to hang out with her longer, she said, "Okay. No worries. I... should get back to my office anyway. Thanks for the beer, Jake."

And then she stood, and he felt instant regret as he left twenty bucks on the table and followed her outside. But his phone was ringing in his hand as she turned toward the math and science building and pushed the button for the crosswalk.

Jake answered Bradley's call with a clipped, "Yeah?"

"Meet us at the Bronco." And then the call went silent.

He watched as Jessica pushed the button for the crosswalk two more times. "Jessica," he started, but she cut him off.

"Thanks again, Jake. Have a great night," she said, running across the street in her high heels. So he ran after her.

"What happened?" he called after her. "Jessica!" But she was already near the doors that would take her inside to her office. She glanced back at him one last time before she walked inside, and he didn't look away until she was completely out of his sight.

"Fuck," he shouted, turning back toward the street where the Bronco was parked. Everything had been going well. Fucking great. Jessica was smart and attractive. Funny, too. And the chemistry was definitely there. He was almost certain he was about to seal the deal with her phone number.

As he rounded the corner, he saw Bradshaw leaning against the Bronco. "There you are," he said, opening the driver's door and sliding the seat forward for Jake to climb in the back.

"Which lecture did you end up attending?" his wife asked as Bradley started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

"Physics," he muttered, still trying to figure out how he managed to fuck up the night. Then he looked at her again. "Hey, do you know anything about Jessica Reed?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. She's nice. Physics professor. Kind of keeps to herself, probably because the rest of her department is comprised of a bunch of old douchebags. She's only been at the school one year longer than me. Why do you ask? Ohhhh," she said knowingly and turned to look at him. "She's a genius, and she's gorgeous."

"Sounds like she's a little bit out of your league, man," Rooster said with a laugh.

Jake raked his fingers through his hair. "More like a lot," he said, fully agreeing with Bradshaw for once.

"Don't act like I'm not out of your league, Beer Boy," his wife said. And then Jake had to endure their little cuddle fest for the rest of the drive while he mentally kicked himself for having no clue how to treat a woman who he wanted to get to know, not just get in his bed.

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Give it up, Jake. You're just as bad as Beer Boy. Oh, Jessica, where did you go? I'm kind of torn between leaving this as a one-shot and writing a second part. Big thanks for @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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lou-struck · 11 months

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They Said No... Part 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Part 1 HERE

Part 3 HERE

~We all get asked to do things sometimes that we do not want to do. And it's okay to say no, but sometimes you need a little extra help to get the point across.

Warnings: Pushy Demons, talk of pact control, Threats, Betrayal

Satan:

The Avatar of Wrath has a bit of cat fur on his usually pristine uniform but has never been happier, RAD is hosting an animal adoption event, and he has spent most of his morning with the adoptable cats having the time of his life. The only thing he is missing is you.

You would love every minute of the event, and so Satan has made it his mission of the day to find you and bring you to the feline-filled classroom.

Stepping into the nearly empty corridor, he sees you sitting on one of the ancient stone benches, mindlessly scrolling through your DDD with one hand and toying with a button on your uniform with the other.

"Mc, there you are." a voice interjects before he can even open his mouth; you lift your head and look towards the owner of the shrill and unfamiliar voice. A Demon Satan doesn't care enough to recognize steps towards you. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Oh, hi." You don't meet their gaze, opting instead to stare at the ground in a way that tells Satan you would rather be anywhere else than talking to them. It irks him greatly, but he can't just interrupt yet.

"The brothers aren't here, so you can speak freely now. Did you see my messages?" they ask, taking another step towards you. "You know I've liked you for a while now, but I don't understand why you won't go out with me."

You look up at them apologetically but take a step further away from your not-so-secret admirer. "I'm so sorry, but my feelings are not the same; I've told you before that I am not interested, so can you please leave me alone.

"NO," the lesser Demons shouts, "you don't understand. I like you, which means you are Mine."

That is all Satan needs to hear, and his legs move forward on their own. His anger at this lesser Demon threatens to bubble to the surface as he approaches. Stepping between the two of you protectively.

The Demon flinches but doesn't back down entirely. They open their pathetic little mouth to babble out some delusional retort, only to have their words die on their tongue.

"MC said they were not interested in the likes of you," he growls, his emerald eyes aglow as he stares down your harasser. "I suggest you leave before you manage to make me even angrier than you already have."

The Demon leaves satisfyingly quickly, leaving Satan with you. He notices that you look a bit shaken up but utterly relieved to be rid of that Demon. The wrath he felt earlier disappears as you throw yourself into the safety of his embrace.

The cat can wait, but for now, he just needs to make sure you are okay.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus is feeling particularly radiant today; the only thing that he thinks he can attribute this glow to other than the universe recognizing his beauty is that his elation to be going on this special little outing with you is showing for all the Devildom to see.

How lucky are they?

He feels light on his feet as he walks down the cobbled streets of Majolish to the little bistro you promised to meet him at for your Devilgrammable date.

His Peach-colored gaze scans the plaza until it finds you sitting at one of the adorably small tables on the patio, your figure clad in the sweater he bought for you a few weeks ago. You just look so cute. He feels his heart flutter in a way that doesn't quite fit the Lust for which he has been known.

But you are not alone; standing over you is a demon he has seen you frequently talking to at RAD.

A friend of yours?

Maybe?

But something feels off about the way you are looking up at them as if they are making you uncomfortable. As pretty and kind as you are, Asmo knows that you are trying very hard to keep your emotions undetectable. He has to know why.

Focusing on your conversation, he is able to hear what the other Demon is trying to talk to you about.

"Mc, y-you said we were f-friends," they whine in an exasperated voice. "Why won't y-you help me?" large tear drops run down their pearl-colored skin and onto the pavement below.

"What you are asking me to do is wrong," you say calmly. "I would never do that to Asmo or anyone else for that matter."

"All you have to do is tell Lord Asmodeus to love me as I love him." they huff. "But you wouldn't even do that for me. I love him, and I deserve to have him for my own."

"I wouldn't be telling him you want me to order him to do it," you say. "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore."

The Demon waves your words off as if they were nothing of consequence, an action that makes Asmo narrow his eyes as he starts to approach. "I never wanted to be friends with some ugly human in the first place, I only wanted Asmodeus, and you were a means to an end. But it seems that you just want to keep all the Brothers for yourself."

"Even if Mc did want to keep us for themselves, they deserve to," Asmo interjects at last, hugging you from behind and placing his head on your shoulder. "I mean, just look at them; they are soooo cute."

The earlier cruelty that had been on the Pearl demon's face vanished in an instant as their cheeks flushed heavily. "L-lord Asmodeus," they breathe. "I didn't mean it like that; the two of us were just having a bit of a friendly disagreement, that's all."

All of the annoyance and irritation that Asmo had been feeling comes forward, and he exudes a threatening aura as he stares down the Demon, not caring enough to charm them into submission. "Yeah, no, I heard more than enough to know that you need to stay away from Mc." he sighs, lowering his voice enough to send a shiver down the other Demon's spine, and they rush away.

Now alone, Asmo turns his attention to you and smiles brightly as if nothing had happened. "Sorry I'm late, Hon; let's go and order our drinks; I think after that, we both need a little extra love."

Beelzebub:

Beel feels like he's going to die of hunger. Whenever RAD does schoolwide exams, he is not allowed to eat in the classroom. It seems like ages since he has last eaten. The test took him a lot longer than he thought it would take. But before he leaves to go to Hell's kitchen, he wants to find you and bring you along with him. He doesn't quite understand why, but food always tastes better when you are with him.

He hears your voice from down the hall, a happy smile resting on his face as he follows the sound. He says you sat at one of the long study tables in the common room, a mountain of books at your side, and one of your classmates standing over you.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. "But I told you before. But I have too much on my plate right now. You'll have to do that part of the assignment yourself. "

Your classmate sighs, shaking their head in disapproval. "And I thought you were a nice MC, the kind of human who wouldn't hesitate to help out someone who needs it. You obviously don't have anything better to do, so just do my portion of the project. I'll pay you for your work."

What?

Why is this Demon being so mean to you?

Beelzebub truly doesn't understand why your classmate is treating you this way; you were very nice in turning them down. And he wouldn't want to do someone's project, either.

You clear your throat, "It's not about the Grimm; I just don't have time to do someone else's work. If you're struggling, I suggest you ask a professor to give you an extension."

Your classmate is hovering over you now, trying to intimidate you with their size. "You don't seem to know your place, Human; when a demon asks you to do something, I expect you to bow your head and do it obediently."

The Scene before him is too much for poor Beel; angrily, he steps forward, placing a large hand on the other Demon's shoulder. "That's close enough, Mc said they did not want to do anything for you."

The Demon flinches as he turns towards Beel in shock. "B-Beelzebub, I'm sorry, but I needed to remind this human that we demons are superior.

Beel's hunger and anger have fused into one, and he looks down at the Demon with disdain. "Mc is and always will be more important than you; if anything, you should be doing their work."

"no, they don't; I just need them to do their own work." You interject

"R-right, thank you." They mutter, picking their bag off the floor and running away.

"Are you alright, Mc?" he asks, looking at you with a violet gaze of adoration. "That must've been pretty scary."

You nod and take his hand, "I'm okay now, Beel, thank you for stepping in. Can I buy you lunch as a thank you?"

"Could we go to Hell's Kitchen?"

"Absolutely," you smile, "anything for my hero."

Hero? He likes the sound of that for some reason; he smiles happily, picking up your books as the two of you walk side by side out the doors of RAD.

Belphegor:

It's the stiffness in his neck that wakes Belpheghor from his nap. Maybe taking a nap on top of all of these decorative pillows wasn't that good of an idea after all. He sits up slowly, rubbing out the knot in his neck, feeling quite annoyed at the situation.

"Oh Belphie, you're awake." you smile, poking your head into the doorway, "I just placed an order for food. It should be here soon if you're hungry."

Just like that, all of his annoyance has vanished. "Thank you, Mc." he grins boyishly; moments like these make him happy to be awake.

"No problem, I think they are getting close; I'll wait by the door until it arrives," you say before disappearing down the hallway.

It's then he realizes that you probably had to order a lot of food since Beel is getting home from the gym soon and will need help carrying it all to the dining room once it gets here.

Belphie gets up from his seat and heads over to the front door where you must be waiting.

"You sure ordered a lot of food. Do you need any help bringing it in?" a voice asks. The delivery driver must be here already.

"Yeah, I guess I did go overboard," you say good-humoredly. "But It will all get eaten, I promise you that."

"You're pretty cute, aren't ya?" The delivery man cooed, pulling back the bag playfully. "How about you give me your number, and then you get your food?"

You laugh nervously at his words. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"and why not?" They laugh cockily. "Are you feeling a little shy? Because that's cute too."

Belphie's jaw clenches as he wonders what is with this guy. How dare he try and take you away from him.

"I'm taken," you respond, the irritation slipping through your voice as you meet his gaze.

They scoff, tossing the bag of food on the ground roughly. "Aren't you just a fricken tease then? All I ask for is your number, so how about you be a good human and give it to me?"

Belphegor knows you could have handled this guy, but he was honestly so irritated he had to step in. "Ugh, you're so annoying. Mc already paid, so you can go on your way."

Your harasser is arrogant, not stupid. He knows that he has no chance against one of the seven avatars of sin. He shuts his annoying mouth and stomps down the steps of the House of Lamination.

You watch him leave with a relieved smile on your face, "are you okay, Mc?" he asks, grabbing your hand.

"I am now," you smile "Thank you for helping me, Belphie."

#obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me headcanons #belphegor x reader #belphegor fluff #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #omswd x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader

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strawbsj · 2 months

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could you please write about gip!sakura who has always crushed on reader, finally confessing out of jealousy? (lets say she noticed kazuha was making the moves on reader?)

Missing puzzle piece!

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: not proofread, smut, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), slightly jealous Kkura, Kazuha confesses to reader, p in v, breeding and just smut.

The way you were smiling at Kazuha was eating her alive, she wanted to go and punch that face but she would ruin her image in front of you and we can’t let that happen.

She has been madly in love with you as soon as you stepped foot in your new college, she saw you all alone and confused in the corridor so she decided to help you out. Goddamn, as soon as she heard your honey soft voice and the way you are so soft spoken. Made her heart rate pick up and adoration and warmth fill her.

You were just so cute and irresistible, and soon both of you became close and inseparable. Sakura introduced you to her friends Chaewon, Yunjin, Kazuha and soon you were very good friends with them especially, Kazuha.

Sakura didn’t fail to notice how she leaves flirty remarks and how she leaves lingering touches all over your delicate skin. She knew Kazuha had a crush on you, but Sakura was the one who helped you out the most and was your first friend so you must like her more.

You were sitting in the cafeteria alone waiting for Sakura and her friends, and soon you were approached by Kazuha you smiled warmly at her and gave a little wave. She had her hands behind her back, probably holding something.

Sakura saw this and just stared in disbelief, eyes already getting glassy. Her hands squeezing tightly the hem of her shirt, her eyes closing tightly shut. She walked away from the cafeteria, not wanting to see her close friend make a move on her crush.

You noticed how she ran away and Kazuha exposed the thing she had behind her back, a chocolate box with a letter. You didn’t want to let Kazuha down but you only see her as an amazing person, nothing more.

Who really did capture your heart was the grey-ish blue haired girl. Her charisma and personality making you blush and smile at the slightest things.

“Would you like to be my valentine y/n?” Kazuha asked as her voice had a little hope in it.

You gave her a sad smile “I’m sorry Kazuha, you are an amazing woman and a friend too, but my heart belongs to someone else” Kazuha gave you a sad smile and a nod of understanding. “I truly understand, hope this won’t change our friendship” she gave you a slight smile. You felt bad so you gave her a comforting hug patting her back.

After the hug you gave Kazuha, you quickly packed your stuff and went to look for Sakura.

After the incident Sakura went to the park near college, jealously was running all over her body and….hurt. She fell in love with you, your smile, your voice, your laugh, the little moles all over your face, your blush, Everything. You were her missing piece that her heart lacks. You were the missing puzzle piece that she finally found.

You looked for her all over the building, classrooms, toilets, cafeterias, everywhere. Until you remembered that she liked going to the park, you and her have went there few times and spent a lot of time together, and you remember she once told you that when she was sad or happy you will always find her there.

You hurriedly ran to the park and found her sitting alone on the bench, when you saw her a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

She saw you standing there and was shocked, weren’t you supposed to be hanging out with your new girlfriend?

Once you were in front of her “I finally found you” you uttered, sitting next to her.

“What are you doing here aren’t you supposed to be with your new girlfriend?” She raised her brows at you.

“Well I am not, and why do you care so much?” You questioned a sly smirk on your face, trying to make her say that she likes you, say she is into you and confesses her feelings, making a move.

She takes a deep sigh “Y/n I really like you, as soon as you stepped into college you captured my eyes. You were my missing puzzle piece, the piece my heart lacks, you never failed to make my smile and my heart beat always picked up when I’m with you. And when I saw Kazuha making a move I couldn’t help but feel jealous.” She explained looking at her lap too shy to look at you in the eyes.

You lifted her chin and soon your eyes met her love filled ones before smashing your lips together, the kiss was slow and love filled, everything you needed. Both of your lips now parted she grabbed your hand and intertwined them and both of you ran to her apartment which luckily wasn’t far away.

As soon as the door got shut and locked, her lips found yours in a more desperate kiss, both of you hungry for each other. Her tongue dancing with yours and her hands fiddling with your button up shirt.

Her hands experimentally unbuttoning each button and the last two she just ripped, you couldn’t care less the only thing you wanted to, was feel her deep, deep inside you.

She gently pushed you into the bed and undressed herself completely, exposing her hard cock that is now slapping against her abdomen. The tip leaking precum, the cold air hit her warm skin and she hissed in a grin.

You discarded your clothes on top of her clothes, her toned body hovered over yours before leaving warm open mouth kisses from your chest area, collarbones, neck, jaw and last but not least a sloppy moisturized kiss on your lips.

Being too occupied with her mouth and lips you didn’t realize she slipped herself in, all the way to the brim. Feeling her tip a little past your cervix, you let out a gasp against her lips. Your silky wet walls hugging her length tightly.

She started moving slowly, careful not to hurt you.

She tried to bite her lips to not let out loud sounds to hear everything that came out of your vocal cords.

Your sweet moans that came along with her name and the way your cunt was squeezing her tighter every time she slipped herself past your folds.

“Oh my god, Sakura” you let out a high pitched moan.

Hearing that she couldn’t help herself but to let out a loud groan. Her hips started moving faster each time you let out a sound.

She was pounding into you softly but with a deep impact. Her mushroom tip kissing past your cervix, with every thrust there was a ring of wetness that formed at her base. “F-fuck baby so wet for me.” Her deep moan echoed through the walls, that alone sent you over the edge, her voice alone.

She knew you were close by the way you were clenching around her base. “Cream on my dick baby” she demanded and you obeyed. Your liquid now flood and with few more thrusts her creamy liquid filled you. Her ramming became relaxed and she fucked her thick sticky release deep in you.

She slowly pulled out and snuggled into you like a baby, her nose in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent and her hands around you tightly.

“Would you be my girlfriend?” She asked.

“Of course yes!” You gave her a sweet peck on her lips.

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The one for you

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After meeting in a quite awkward way, Tara and you started dating in secret, until eventually, the rest of the group finds out Request is here :)) Warnings: none, just fluff :)) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

It was a normal day of classes, and you were late. You had missed your bus, and so you were running in the corridors of the building.

When you turned a corner, you bumped into someone. You both fell to the ground, along with a lot of sheets of paper.

"Ow..." you rubbed your bruised arm, before opening your eyes

The person you had just bumped into was a girl. She seemed kinda small, had brown hair, dark eyes, freckles, and the most beautiful face you had ever seen.

"Shit... I'm so sorry, are you okay?" she asked

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out of it. Her voice was as mesmerizing as her.

"Y-yeah... and you?" you managed to say after a moment, getting on your knees to help her gather her papers

"Just going to make a very bad first impression... But other than that, I'm okay"

Once she had all her papers in hands she got up, and you did the same.

"Oh, you're new here? Who's your first teacher of the day?" you asked

"Uh... Mrs Castillo"

"Oh, I had her last year. She's nice don't worry." you reassured her "Do you want me to show you the way to her class?"

"Is it that obvious that I'm lost?"

You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders.

"Just a little. Come on, it's not far away"

You guided her to the class, thinking of an excuse to give to the teachers. You look at yourself and noticed the coffee stain on your shirt. You had tripped with your cup in hand and spilled it all over yourself, and being already late, you hadn't had time to change.

"It's here" you said, in front of the door

"Thank you. Without you I wouldn't have found it" she smiled warmly "I'm Tara by the way. Tara Carpenter"

"I'm Y/n L/n, nice to meet you, Tara" you replied. Then, after a hesitation "Do you want to meet at lunch time? I could give you a little tour of the building..."

You hoped she said yes. You were dying to know more about her, her life, her hobbies, what she liked, what she didn't like...

"Sure!"

You felt your lips curl up into a smile.

"Cool" you simply said

You knocked on the door and opened it with a smile.

"Miss L/n? I thought you weren't in this class"

"I'm not, actually. I'm bringing you a new student: Tara Carpenter. I uh... I kinda ran into her earlier and spilled my coffee... I asked her for help to get it off my shirt... It's my fault if she's late, sorry for that..."

Tara was about to protest, but you shook you shook your head and mouthed to her 'don't worry'.

The teacher sighed.

"Miss L/n, you really need to stop involving other students in the problems caused by your clumsiness..."

"Said like that it looks like it happens everyday" you groaned

Mrs Castillo raised an eyebrow at you, silently saying 'do you really want to talk about it?'. You gave her a guilty smile, lifting your hands up in a sign of surrender.

"Miss Carpenter, I'm sorry for that. You can take a seat."

You smiled at the brunette when she walked past you. She smiled back as a silent 'thank you', before heading towards the nearest chair.

You watched her sit down and take a notebook out of her bag, before Mrs Castillo made you snap out of your thoughts.

"You're starring, miss L/n. Don't you have class to attend to?"

You blush in embarrassment, before looking at the time.

"Fuck, yeah, shit, I'm very late now!"

You ran out of the classroom, not fast enough not to hear the teacher reprimand you.

"What did we say about swearing!" she sighed, and continued, more for herself than anything else "I swear this girl really is something..."

You ran to your own class, giving the same excuse to your teacher, before sitting in the empty chair next to your best friend Anika.

"Where were you? And why do you have a coffee stain on your shirt?"

"It's- a long story. And I didn't have time to change"

"How? Girl, you're like 20 minutes late!"

"As I said, long story"

Later this day, Tara and you met again at lunch time, and you gave her a little tour of the campus. It gave you the opportunity to talk, and eventually exchange phone numbers.

And four months later, you finally had enough courage to ask her out on a date. You had found a café quite far away from college and figured it would be the kind of date she would like, along with a walk in the nearest park.

Turned out you were right, because at the end of the date you were kissing under a tree. It would have made a perfect picture if someone was here to take it.

"So... are we like- together now?" you asked

"I think so? I mean- Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yeah of course!"

"Okay so we're together then"

She smiled and leaned in to kiss you again, arms locked around your neck.

"There's something I have to ask you tho..." she said, suddenly nervous

"What is it?"

"Can we um... keep this a secret? Us, I mean. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed or anything, but considering what happened las year at Woodsboro I don't know how the others would react, especially Sam..."

"I understand, don't worry" you smile

"Are you sure? It can take a long time before we-"

"I don't care how long it takes, as long as I'm with you. I love you, Tara. If it's the price to pay to have the chance of being your girlfriend, I'm in"

It had been a month since Tara and you started dating, and keeping it a secret was way harder than you thought. Not holding her hand when hanging out with her friends was hard. Not kissing her goodbye before and after classes was hard. Seeing Chad flirting with her right in front of you was hard.

But the reunion was worth it. You would invite her over, pretending doing homework together, and make out on your bed when your parents where not home.

But today she had been the one calling you, telling you she was alone in the apartment. You didn't think twice and put your shoes on before literally running to her.

It had been a long time since you'd seen each other alone, and you were craving her kisses and cuddles.

As soon as you knocked at the door, you heard the 5 locks clicking and the door opening. Before you could say anything, a hand grabbed your shirt and pulled you in, pinning you against the door once it was closed again, soft lips pressed against yours.

"Y/n, I missed you so much..." the brunette said in between kisses

"I missed you too, babe" you replied as she was guiding you to the couch without breaking the kiss

You were soon lying on your back, Tara on top of you kissing you passionately. It felt so good to finally kiss her after such a long time. Her lips on your felt like heaven, exactly like the first time you kissed, at the park under that tree.

Everything began to fade around you, nothing existed anymore. It was just her. Just Tara, her soft lips, her cold hands sneaking under your shirt, her silky hair between your fingers and-

"Tara, I told you to lock the- oh my god"

Hearing Sam's voice, you both froze, eyes wide.

"Sam why are you yelling? What is happen- oh" Mindy said

The rest of your friends arrived behind her, each one with a different reaction. Quinn let out a whistle, smirking; Anika had the 'proud bestie' look on her face; Ethan looked away shyly; and Chad tried to hide his disappointment.

Tara quickly abandoned her position on top of you and stood up, soon followed by you.

"Are you guys-" Sam started, before getting cut off by Tara

"Yes. And I love her. Please, I know you told me not to get attached too much but-"

"Are you happy?"

"Yes" Tara answered instantly

Sam came closer to Tara and hugged her tight.

"I'm happy for you then, if you found the one for you" she smiled at you over Tara's shoulder "But get a room next time, please"

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #scream #scream 6 #scream vi

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talesofesther · 2 years

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Moonstruck - Part 1

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.

Requested by anon: Could I request a Eddie Munson (or Billy Hargrove) x Hopper reader? You can really do anything you want with this, I just love seeing the x Hopper stories!!

A/N: The much-needed Eddie fluff we all deserve after the disaster that was vol 2, my heart hurts for him, it's been a while since I felt like this for someone, I love him so much and I found comfort in this story that I already love, and I hope you will as well. I understand that it will be difficult for some people to see themselves as Hopper's daughter, but know that I wrote this imagining that he adopted her when she was younger. And yeah maybe the popular/loser trope is overused already but I couldn't care less :P.

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Eddie hated himself for it, how his gaze drifted back to her every time he wasn't talking with his friends; how he'd momentarily forget to chew on his lunch when she'd merely look his general way. He hated how beautiful she looked smiling with her friends all the way on the other side of the lunchroom; he hated how he had fallen for none other than the princess of Hawkins High.

"Eddie, are you listening?" Dustin snapped his fingers in front of Eddie.

He blinked, forcing his eyes to focus on the boy in front of him. The sounds of the mixed voices of students talking and laughing, sneakers scratching the ground, lunch trays hitting tables and faint singing of birds outside tuned back to Eddie's ears as the image of you became a distant blur when he averted his gaze.

"Yeah man, what's up?" Eddie popped another cashew into his mouth.

"I asked, what time is Hellfire tonight?" Dustin asked with big eyes, excited to battle the new monster they encountered in their last session. "You still haven't confirmed and I'm dying to kill that beast."

A smirk came to Eddie's lips, he furrowed his eyebrows pretending to think about it. "I'd say we meet at seven, I still have to stop by the library to pick up a chemistry book."

"You're studying?" Mike, who sat beside Dustin, chuckled at the thought of Eddie with his head buried in a book.

"Yeah, what of it, Wheeler?" Eddie jabbed back, leaning over the table and closer to Mike, making the boy shut his mouth promptly. "Mr. Anderson gave us a fucking assignment and I need to pass, just so I can shove my diploma on his face."

Eddie slumped back in his seat, the grin never leaving his face. "This is my year, guys." His smile faltered slightly when you came into his view, walking past his table and towards the exit; the afternoon sun making your hair and eyes shine. Eddie exhaled softly, he was such a loser. Deep down he knew you didn't even know his name, probably didn't even know he existed.

"… It's my year." He repeated to himself, looking away just before you walked out the door.

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The last bell rang indicating the end of classes for the day, students exited their classrooms in masses, chatting in the school corridors; some stopping by their lockers and others making a beeline for the parking lot.

Eddie did neither, he slung his worn backpack over his shoulder and walked through the less populated corridors towards the school's library. He passed by only a few other students, not missing the judgemental stares he received from some of them. He didn't bother meeting any of their gazes, amidst a crowd he had no problem in creating a commotion; but alone, he preferred to keep to himself. Deep down the title of being the school's freak was a heavy one to carry.

He opened the library doors, making them creak as they moved. An older woman looked up at him through her glasses, he gave her a nod with a tight-lipped smile. The library wasn't huge by any means, filled with a few rows of shelves loaded with mostly outdated books, with two big windows on the right wall to allow some natural light in and three round tables by the middle of the room for whoever felt like studying here.

The late afternoon sunlight barely peeking through the clouds cast an orange glow over the bookshelves, making dust particles fill the air as Eddie walked by.

His eyes scanned the paper labels taped to each shelf in search of chemistry books. Scrunching his nose in annoyance when he couldn't find anything.

"Excuse me?" A soft voice called Eddie's attention, making him turn his head only to be met with the person he'd been longingly watching throughout the year.

"It's Eddie, right?" You said his name with a small smile, taking half a step towards him. His mouth went dry at the same time his heart sped up.

"Um-" Eddie mentally kicked himself for forgetting how to form words, his brain still going haywire at the fact you knew his name. He settled for an overexcited nod.

"Could you maybe give me a hand in reaching a book? It's way up and I'll probably knock the whole shelf to the ground if I keep trying to reach it myself." You chuckled, mindlessly pointing behind you with your thumb.

Your soft laugh brought heat to Eddie's cheeks. He blushed, he fucking blushed and he felt like a thirteen-year-old boy for it; but the timid smile on his lips let it show he was loving every second. "Yeah, of course."

You walked back to the row of shelves you came from, Eddie trailing right behind you. "It's that blue one right over there." You pointed up to a thick blue and white book that collected dust high up on the wooden shelf.

Eddie glanced up, dropping his backpack and standing up on his tippy toes. The tip of his fingers closed around the book and urged it to fall forward on his hand. With said book in hand, he passed his palm on the hardcover to reveal the title; it read 'Chemistry, second year and up'.

He handed the book to you, not caring that this was the same one he came here for.

"Thank you so much." You beamed, storing the book inside your backpack with a relieved smile.

Eddie picked up his own backpack, gripping tightly into the strap once it rested over his shoulder, burying his other hand in the pocket of his pants to stop it from fidgeting. "It's no problem."

"What were you looking for?" Pushing some strands of hair behind your ear, your gaze never left him. Up close, he was quite handsome. His big and gentle brown eyes captured your attention, making you not want to look away. Your friends spoke of him as if he was this freak, someone not worth sparing a glance towards and deserving of mean insults. You never really agreed.

"It was uh- just a literature book," Eddie said the first thing he thought of, averting his gaze for a second to stop the twirling in his stomach. Were you really making conversation with him?

"Already got it, nothing exciting." He chuckled nervously and patted the strap of his backpack.

"Nice, let's go then." You smirked at the flush on his cheeks, walking around him and turning backward when he didn't move.

"Go… ?" He furrowed his eyebrows in the most adorable lost look you'd ever seen, making you full-on smile.

"Leave. My dad is waiting outside and I suppose you're going home as well?"

Eddie's mouth opened and closed once as he thought of what to answer. Did you really want to be seen walking around with him? Even if most students were gone by now, heads would be turned if people saw you two walking side by side.

You raised an eyebrow at him, making Eddie slightly shake his head. "S-sure, I'm leaving too."

Walking the school hallways with less than a meter between him and you was something Eddie never thought would happen. The school was mostly empty by now, only a few scattered first years remained.

Eddie kept a safe distance from you as you walked, being extra careful to not overstep any boundaries and mess up the last little moments he had with you; which he would sure be replaying in his mind like a fool later on.

You kept rambling on to him about the chemistry assignment, the same one he would have to make. The hand gripping his backpack strap tightened on its hold, a faint smile was now permanent on his lips. He held on to every word you were saying, treasuring the way your voice sounded directed at him deep inside his heart. Sure this would be a one-off event yet feeling elated nonetheless.

Until the main school doors opened, and the real world greeted him with a slap on the face. His skin became a few shades paler when his eyes landed on the brown car parked further in the parking lot. The words 'Chief of Police' stood out proudly against the car's paint.

Princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police. The fact had been blurred inside Eddie's mind with your presence beside him. Yet now he could only imagine how much Hopper was wishing to kill him only for standing close to you.

"Thank you again for the book." You turned to Eddie, reaching a hand out to touch his forearm.

He shuddered under your unexpected touch, feeling goosebumps already crawling on his skin. He gulped, brown eyes looking at you with something akin to yearning.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" You took a few steps backward and away from him, giving him a small wave and smile of goodbye.

"I- yeah, see you, sure," Eddie called out, his voice losing volume by the end; being able to see Hopper boring his eyes into his soul from inside the car. He risked a last glance at your back, feeling his heart clenching inside his chest for having a taste of something that could never be his.

Eddie walked about four steps before stopping abruptly. Did you just say 'see you tomorrow'?

You plopped into the passenger seat, greeting your dad warmly with a kiss on his cheek.

Hopper took your backpack from you and threw it onto the backseat, his gaze moving to the retreating figure of Eddie. "Are you friends with that guy?"

You glanced in the same way, pursing your lips in thought before answering. "I guess so, why?"

"Hmm, looks like trouble," Hopper grumbled.

You turned to him with a glare, you knew it was just his protective side but it still didn't make it fair. "Dad, stop judging people by their looks, he's actually really sweet."

"Just be careful is all I'm saying." Hopper raised a hand in surrender, shooting you a soft glance as he started the car.

Your eyes drifted back towards the school grounds, now empty, you kept your gaze until the car turned the street and the building disappeared. Your mind replayed the image of his kind brown eyes and alluring smile. Really sweet indeed.

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A/N: I mean it when I say that Eddie has the kindest, most beautiful brown eyes, okay? Anyway, hope you liked the first part. <3

Read Part 2 here

Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

Eddie’s taglist: @milkiane @alicefallsintotherabbithole

Let me know if you wanna be added to his taglist.

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anonymousewrites · 2 months

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A Good Day for Death Valentine's Day Special 2024

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Ordinarily, Wednesday wasn’t a fan of Valentine’s Day. It was too sappy for her, and romance wasn’t her thing. That being said, everyone else being out on dates or with friends meant that Nevermore was quiet, and if there was one thing Wednesday liked, it was solitude.

She could come out of her dorm with her typewriter to work on her novel without being bothered. She finished her work for the day, packed away her typewriter, and walked towards the library to pick out a book to read.

Wednesday paused as she passed a hallway full of empty classrooms. Sounds echoed out from within, music and singing with a mysterious tune. Wednesday wasn’t someone to not investigate, so she walked down the corridor and arrived at a classroom. She looked in and saw the projector turned on and playing an animated movie. The character on screen sang dramatically, the sound reverberating through the silent school.

“Our son will be married, According to plan.”

Wednesday glanced between the unique animation and looked at the desks at the front of the room. She was a bit surprised to see (Y/N) alone. They were leaning on their hands while watching the movie.

“(Y/N)?” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) started and turned. They smiled when they noticed who it was. “Oh, hi, Wednesday!” They reached over and paused the movie. “How are you?”

“I thought everyone had gone out for the holiday,” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) shrugged. “All of my friends had dates.”

“I do not,” said Wednesday.

“We’re friends?” said (Y/N) teasingly.

“By the typical definition, I suppose,” said Wednesday, but she knew that they were. And, of course, she had a crush on (Y/N), but that was neither here nor there (another lie).

(Y/N) grinned. “Whatever you say!” They tilted their head. “What are you up to today while everyone else is out?”

“I worked on my novel,” said Wednesday, walking farther down in the room to the row of desks (Y/N) sat out.

“That’s cool. I just slept in, wrote a few melancholy poems about love—very ‘tragic poet’ of me, I know—and came in here to watch a movie,” said (Y/N). “Do you want to join me? If you’re not going to do anything.”

“I had planned to read,” said Wednesday.

“Oh, well, then, have fun,” said (Y/N), a little (lot) disappointed that Wednesday didn’t want to hang out. They knew their crush wasn’t exactly a people-person in any sense of the word, but they had hoped maybe she’d want to spend time with them since they were both alone and friends.

“…How long is this movie?” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) brightened. “A little over an hour.”

Wednesday pretended to consider, but she already knew she was going to stay. (Y/N)’s companionship was nice, and a nice moment alone with her crush would be…pleasant since usually Wednesday was also around other people.

“I will still have time to read,” decided Wednesday. “I’ll stay.” She sat down at the desk next to (Y/N). “What are we watching?”

“Corpse Bride,” said (Y/N). “It’s a fun Tim Burton musical. It’s on the spooky side. My mom and I watched it a lot growing up.”

“Is it a love story?” asked Wednesday.

“Yeah, but it’s got ghosts and murder and mystery, so you’ll enjoy it, too,” said (Y/N).

“You chose something you thought I would enjoy?” said Wednesday, not missing anything.

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and they chuckled nervously. “Well, you know, I knew you’d be in Nevermore, so I thought I’d choose something you’d enjoy in case you came in.”

Wednesday felt the now-familiar—but still disturbing—warmth enter her chest at (Y/N)’s consideration. “That’s…unusual.”

“To think of my friend?” (Y/N) laughed. “You need to get more friends, Wednesday.”

“I don’t have an affinity for people,” said Wednesday.

“Neither do I,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “I guess we make sense together, then. Two people not great with others but okay with each other.”

Wednesday allowed herself a smile. “I suppose so.” She steeled her features and faced the screen. “Now, how much have I missed?”

“Oh, not much! The movie just started. Basically, what you need to know is…” (Y/N) began to ramble.

Wednesday had to fight not to stare at them as they spoke so passionately and happily. It was pleasant to watch them be so happy and bright. Wednesday knew they were right: she and (Y/N) worked well together. They understood each other well, and Wednesday liked that (Y/N) was her friend. And it was nice to know they felt the same way.

It was amusing that neither knew they felt the same in another way.

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cloveswifey · 5 months

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REAL TO ME - MATTHEO RIDDLE

Chapter Three

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As I hastily changed into my school uniform, a wave of nerves engulfed my body. I had overslept, missing breakfast, and my roommate Pansy was nowhere to be found. Despite the strong temptation to skip school and retreat to my dorm room for the day, I reluctantly suppressed that urge.

Taking a deep breath, I made a conscious effort to shake off those thoughts and adopt a nonchalant demeanor. Just as I was mentally preparing myself, the door swung open dramatically, unveiling the sight of my roommate and best friend, already dressed in her uniform and carrying her bag, ready to embark on the day ahead.

"I can't wrap my head around the fact that you're dating Mattheo! It's crazy!" Pansy exclaimed in disbelief as she closed the door. "I never would have guessed that you were secretly screwing Mattheo, while you both were pretending to despise each other." She giggled and crossed her arms,

I let out an awkward chuckle and replied, "Yeah, it's definitely a surprise."

Why on earth would I say such a thing? It couldn't have sounded any more suspicious than my appearance already suggested.

As I fidgeted nervously, she shot me a questioning look. "Is everything alright? You seem a bit tense."

I tried to play it cool. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I just need to go meet up with Mattheo in the common room."

She didn't seem convinced. "Are you sure? You sound a bit suspicious."

I cringed inwardly. "No, no, I'm good. Let's just grab my stuff and go."

She grinned, grabbing my bag and tossing it to me. "Alright then, let's get going!"

As we entered the common room, my gaze shifted upwards and I spotted Mattheo casually leaning against the side of the green sofa. Draco, on the other hand, was engrossed in twirling his wand, probably waiting for Pansy.

"Hey, beautiful," Mattheo greeted me, a slight curve forming on his upper lip.

"Hey," I responded, my voice barely audible, as I slowly approached him. Nervously, I chuckled at the thought of this being our first interaction as a couple.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling me towards him until I stood between his legs. His arms loosely encircled my waist, causing me to tense up once again. "Relax," he whispered in my ear.

"You two are just too adorable," Pansy let out a delighted squeal as she snuggled into Draco's lap, causing me to chuckle.

In a low, husky voice, Mattheo asked, "What's your first class?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Potions, silly. We're in the same class now, remember?"

Mattheo smirked, his hands still resting on my hips. "Oh, right. But can you keep up with me?"

I shot back with a smirk of my own. "Can you keep up with me?"

He feigned hurt, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch. Is that how you talk to your boyfriend?"

I grinned. "Yep, that's exactly how I talk to my boyfriend."

"You guys ready?" Draco inquired, a playful laugh escaping his lips, as he confidently moved closer to the painting, signaling our imminent departure.

"Pure-blood," Pansy murmured, as the painting's door slowly swung open.

As we made our way through the winding corridors of the dungeon, we finally arrived at the entrance of the Potion Classrooms. The sign above the archway read 'potions' in bold letters, indicating that we had arrived at our destination.

"Hey, did you hear about the new teacher?" Pansy exclaimed, as we walked in.

"Hey, you guys, grab the textbooks and join the rest of the students," instructed Slughorn while he was busy brewing a potion.

"Well, there you have it, Pansy," Draco chuckled, providing the answer.

As we made our way towards the bookshelf, it was hard not to notice the abundance of books. However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that there was a clever illusion at play. In reality, there were only three books on the shelf.

Draco and Pansy quickly snatched one to share, leaving behind two remaining books. One appeared weathered and aged, while the other had a pristine, new look.

I extended my hand to take hold of the fresh one, but Mattheo interjected, "the previous one."

I furrowed my brow and questioned, "Why?"

"Just grab it," he responded with a sigh, muttering, "you're so difficult."

"Why? Undoubtedly, the newer one would be far superior!" I countered.

"Quit acting like a spoiled child," he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he playfully tapped me on the head with the book.

"Hey!" I chuckled, as he swiftly pulled me close to his chest and planted a kiss on my cheek, maintaining the charade.

Beside Theo and Blaise, the four of us stood, with Blaise growing increasingly impatient.

"You guys took so long! Lavender Brown has been bothering me this whole time!" Blaise complained, frowning.

Theo couldn't help but laugh. "You should have seen the look on his face!"

I chuckled and teased, "It's all because of your good looks, Zabini."

Mattheo raised an eyebrow and challenged, "Is that so?"

I playfully rolled my eyes and retorted, "Oh, shush you!"

“Alright students, let's all calm down now...”Slughorn addressed the class.

"Today, we will be exploring the fascinating world of potent potions. Paying close attention to every detail during the preparation process is absolutely crucial." Slughorn emphasized, "It is the foundation of effective planning."

Slughorn's smile widened as the door swung open abruptly, interrupting his sentence. All of us turned our attention towards the archway, where the two boys stood, revealing their presence.

"Ah!" Slughorn exclaimed cheerfully, "Harry, my dear boy, I was starting to get concerned. It seems you've brought a friend along with you."

“Ron Weasley," the red-haired boy said with a frown, clearly not thrilled about being in this particular class. "I must admit, potions has never been my strong suit. It always seems to end in disaster, so I’m just gonna..." he trailed off, attempting to escape the class.

"Nonsense!" Slughorn interrupted him. "We'll help you out. Anyone who's friends with Harry is a friend of mine. Go get the textbook from the cupboard."

"Now, where was I?" Slughorn continued. "Ah, yes. I brewed some potions this morning. Can you guess what they are?"

Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes as Granger's hand shot up in the air.

"Yes, miss...?"

"Granger, sir," she replied before stepping towards the cauldron.

“That over there is veritaserum... it's a serum that compels truthfulness. And that, would be… a polyjuice potion. This right here is amortentia, This is amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world… it’s rumoured to smell differently to each person, according to what attracts them."

She took a moment to lean closer to the cauldron and inhale deeply. "For instance, I smell freshly cut grass, along with the scent of new parchment and spearmint toothpaste." A slight frown appeared on her face as she pondered.

Slughorn continued to talk about how Amortentia doesn't actually create love.

"Sir, you haven't mentioned what's in that one," a student interrupted.

Slughorn picked up a small vial and said, "This is a fascinating potion known as Felix Felicis, but it's commonly referred to as-"

"Liquid luck," Hermione interjected, causing Draco to scoff once again at her intelligence.

"Fucking mud-blood" He grumbled.

"Yes, Miss Granger, liquid luck!" Slughorn grinned. "Extremely difficult to brew, disastrous if you make a mistake..." I started to drift off as his rambling became tedious.

"Are you ready, my love?" Mattheo asked.

"Hm?" I replied, confused.

"We're brewing The Draught of Living Death." He chuckled, "pay attention, beautiful." He took my hand and led me to an empty table with two cauldrons - one for Mattheo and me, and the other for Draco and Pansy -

"Go to page ten, love." Mattheo spoke, as I opened the book.

"Mattheo, there are notes on this page," I pointed out as Sopophorous Beans flew around the room.

"Notes? Where?" Mattheo asked, busy measuring out our ingredients.

I directed his attention to the writing beside the word "cut," which read "crush with a blade."

I frowned, unsure of what to do. Mattheo suggested we crush the beans instead of cutting them.

"Are you sure?" I asked skeptically.

"It doesn't seem like anyone is having much luck cutting them," he replied, handing me one of the beans.

I let out a sigh and proceeded to crush one of the beans using the back of my knife. Afterward, I carefully dropped the extracted juices into our cauldron.

Pansy looked puzzled as Draco attempted to slice the Sopophorous Bean, but his efforts were in vain. "How did you manage to do that?" she asked.

"You're supposed to crush it, not cut it," I explained.

"No, the instructions clearly state to cut it," Draco insisted, frowning.

"Leave us be," Mattheo chuckled, as Draco and Pansy groaned. “You’ll figure it out.”

Mattheo mixed the powdered asphodel root with wormwood infusion, resulting in our potion becoming transparent in the cauldron.

I furrow my brow, questioning, "Is it meant to be transparent?"

Matheo's gaze lingers on the potion as he mutters, "I think so..."

Slughorn quickly approached as I look up, a smile playing on my lips, and ask, "Are we finished?"

He smirks and nods, confirming, "Indeed you are."

"By Merlin's beard, it's perfect!" He smiles widely, before he adds a pink leaf to our concoction, causing it to vanish into thin air. "As I promised, you both shall receive a vial of it."

“Thanks sir.” I mutter my gratitude, not fully comprehending the purpose of the potion since I wasn't paying attention.

"Make good use of it."

…

“I told you to listen to me.” Mattheo had a smug grin on his face as we neared my dormitory.

After finishing our potions class, I finally had some free time and decided to take a nap.

"Stop being such a smart-ass." I replied, rolling my eyes.

Mattheo suddenly grumbled, "I'm bringing you to Hogmeade tomorrow!"

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"To help you shop for the masquerade ball," he replied with a chuckle.

"Oh shit, I completely forgot about it!" I exclaimed in shock.

"Don't worry, princess. Go take your nap," he said dismissively.

“We’re alone now… you don’t have to call me pet names.” I mumble with a frown, watching him start to walk away.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied as he descended the stairs.

…

A/N: Hey there! I know this chapter might have been a bit dull, but fear not! Exciting things are just around the corner. I also wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for all your support. My apologies for being a bit inactive lately.

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Slowly, Surely, Sadly

Summary: Who would've thought one smile could make you like someone? Of all people, you never expected to fall for Riddle—not after his overblot. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender-neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa🦋 Tags: Fluff, Romance, Angst, No happy ending, sorry folks, Slow Burn, Minor ADeuce Shenanigans again, Unrequited (maybe not, who knows?) Feelings, Spoilers for Book 1 if yall haven't finished it Word Count: 3, 304 This is my first time writing full-on angst. I already had this plot in mind last April, but this was my only chance to finally write it all down. I hope I did my job, and I'm sorry also not sorry for the feels. I was running on 5 hours of sleep and a hopeless romantic playlist when I wrote this. I hope yall enjoy, though 💕

Whenever you looked at Riddle, the memory of his swollen cheek and tear-brimmed eyes overlapped with his stern expression. Even with the constant lectures and helicopter parenting becoming less frequent, you could never forget his ruthless reign over Heartslabyul. His first impression was that of a tyrannical and merciless ruler, and you’d never forget that.

Yet, you could never forget how he looked like a lost child in a garden of roses when Ace punched him that day.

“Would you like to sample one of our teatime treats, Prefect?”

Riddle’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts. Your eyes darted from your teacup to the housewarden. An expectant yet patient smile curled his lips, which was a stark contrast to his natural frown. Your eyes lingered on the smile on his cherubic face.

“Sure,” you answered, somewhat in a daze. You took a sip of your tea, before your nose scrunched a little. Before Riddle noticed your grimace, you put the teacup down and dropped three sugar cubes in your drink.

You didn’t miss the amused twitch of Riddle’s lips from the corner of your eyes. This action would have earned you a reprimand and a lecture on one of hundreds of Heartslabyul’s rules. After his overblot and the incident in the rose garden, Riddle was becoming more lenient.

“You should mind your sugar intake—” Well, he’s still working on the leniency, but he’s trying— “Do you prefer a tart, a cupcake, or a cookie? Maybe you’d like to try a slice of today’s cake?”

You gave Riddle your preferred dessert, then you watched him reach over the table. Dainty, gloved fingers curled around the dish, before he brought it to you. You gave a brief nod and a mumble of thanks, before you took a bite of the treat.

“...!” You quietly moaned from the sweet taste that melted on your tongue. With a hand on your cheek, you slowly chewed to savor the sugar that graced your tastebuds. Your eyes seemed to sparkle as you dug into more of the dessert.

“It’s so good!”

You didn’t miss the satisfied smile on Riddle’s face, still cherubic and radiant. Amidst the chatter and raucous noise in this week’s Unbirthday party, you somehow heard the hint of pride in the red-haired sophomore’s words.

“Of course, that’s to be expected. Trey’s baking skills are the best in Heartslabyul—possibly in the entirety of Night Raven College.” Riddle paused, before softly adding, “I prefer his strawberry tarts, though. It’s a shame he couldn’t make any for today.”

The wistfulness in that tone of his made you pause. As Riddle took his own sip of tea, you couldn’t look away from him.

One afternoon, you marched through the silent corridors of the arcane academy. Heavy footfalls echoed in your ears, as if to mock you. The reminder of why you were wandering the halls alone made you frown.

“Where the hell are you, Grim?” You mumbled, head turning left and right, as you stomped. All the doors were closed shut, and voices could be heard through them. You doubt this area had an empty classroom at the moment.

Professor Crewel’s scowl and his whip flashed in your mind. As much as you loved Grim and his snark, you’d rather not face the wrath of the dog-loving professor. Brows furrowing, you grumbled again, “If he skips alchemy lessons again, I’m going to wring his neck and—”

“Prefect?” The gentle voice forced you to a halt, and you blinked at Heartslabyul’s warden in front of you. Riddle looked at you with a raised brow, before he crossed his arms and tapped his heel on the floor.

“It’s a pleasant surprise to see you, but…” He paused, eyes roaming your face. “You don’t seem to be in a good mood, and your class is about to start. I passed by Ace and Deuce heading towards Professor Crewel’s classroom earlier.”

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and sighed. You were already on good terms with the housewarden, and you’d rather not get collared for misdirecting your annoyance.

“Hi Riddle,” you greeted with a small, strained smile to be polite. “I’m actually looking for Grim. I lost him in the crowd during the lunch rush, and well…”

You tried so hard not to curse the lovable, annoying puffball. Another heavy sigh left your lips with a shake of your head. The strained smile became an apologetic one. Riddle stared at you, most likely scrutinizing something about you. Maybe he was judging you for letting Grim get away.

“I shouldn’t be keeping you here. It’s nice to see you, though—”

“Hold on,” Riddle stepped closer and reached for your tie, “your tie is crooked. Let me fix it for you.”

You held your breath, biting your tongue to stifle any surprised noises. The red-haired sophomore was too focused on fixing your tie to notice your reaction. His knuckles brushed your chest as he tightened the knot, and you tensed. He didn’t even ask for permission. He just took initiative, and it reminded you of a doting yet strict mother for some reason.

“You should be more conscious of your appearance,” Riddle reminded kindly while smoothing the creases of your uniform coat. He stepped back and seemed satisfied with his intervention. His lips stretched into a satisfied smile again, and you couldn’t look away.

“Now, off you go. Professor Crewel isn’t forgiving when it comes to tardiness.”

“R-right,” you stuttered with a faint warmth on your cheeks. You were tempted to slap yourself for losing composure like this, but you wanted to keep your dignity. Riddle would think you lost your mind if you did.

“Thanks, Riddle.”

His smile softened, yet it grew wider. The sharp and scrutinizing gaze melted into one of appreciation. Your heart skipped a beat. The air was knocked out of your lungs. Something fuzzy and warm filled your chest as you stared at Riddle. Your fingers twitched, as if longing to touch Riddle in some way.

It was ridiculous, but you didn’t dislike the feeling either.

“You’re welcome. If you’ll excuse me, I should be heading to my own class. I wish you luck, Prefect.”

He skirted around you in one, fluid motion. The click of his heels echoed in the empty corridor as you watched him go. His short figure carried a sense of dignity and pride, something that used to terrify and annoy his wards in Heartslabyul.

It used to intimidate you, but you couldn’t look away from him now. Even when Riddle turned a corner and disappeared, you couldn’t stop staring.

Ever since that day, you couldn’t stop noticing these things about Riddle. His entire face brightened, eyes glittering and cheeks flushing pink, when presented with a strawberry tart. Whenever he smiled, his gray irises seemed to hide behind the chub of his cheeks. He always looked red in the face whenever he was embarrassed, but the addition of a scowl and wide eyes showed his anger instead. His voice always raised in pitch, becoming less gentle and more crazed, whenever he became agitated and enraged. He even lost his formality and courteousness at that point: language becoming more crude yet still refined.

One day, while preparing for a game of croquet, you pointed out how happy Riddle seemed when he took care of the hedgehogs. Ace shot you a weird look. Deuce looked perplexed, lost even, when his eyes darted to you.

“Really?” He asked, looking between Riddle crouched on the ground and you who looked surprised. “He doesn’t look any different. How could you tell?”

Brows furrowed in confusion, you told them, “It’s not obvious, but he’s smiling. See? His eyes look brighter when he looked at the hedgehogs, too. Oh, and there’s the fact that he gently pets their heads with a finger. He’s avoiding touching their quills, and he’s trying not to agitate the tiny things.”

There was a long, uneasy stretch of silence that followed your answer. After a moment, Ace’s stunned look shifted into a mischievous grin. Deuce mirrored his expression, and it reminded you of that one time he lost his composure and beat up a pair of upperclassmen.

“Huh, really?” There was an intrigued and knowing tone in the redhead’s voice. Meanwhile, Deuce turned to look at Riddle as if to verify your observation. Although, the ravenette was still grinning, as if he knew something you didn’t.

In that moment, you realized you were screwed—so, so screwed.

Upon seeing your confusion warp into a crestfallen and horrified realization, Deuce clapped a hand on your shoulder with a snicker.

“Looks like the Prefect has a crush,” he teased, but you wanted none of it. Ace followed with an incredulous yet amused, “Really? Housewarden Riddle? Strict and overbearing Housewarden Riddle? Oh, your standards are buried six feet under, Prefect.”

A hand smacked Deuce’s own off your person, and you began to stumble over your words. Both lovable yet annoying idiots laughed it off, while you half-heartedly threatened them with a raised fist.

“Shut up, or I swear to the Seven—!”

Ace and Deuce laughed louder, nearly howling and sniggering in delight. As they clutched their stomachs and you grabbed the collars of their uniforms, Riddle’s confused and curious stare was left unnoticed.

Riddle continued to invite you to their weekly Unbirthday parties as an honorary guest. He still offered you desserts with little to no comment on your sweet tooth. He still fussed over your appearance whenever you two passed each other in the halls. He always gave you a subtle smile, despite his stern demeanor. The more you spent time around the housewarden, the more dread weighed in your stomach.

You couldn’t ignore the flutters of your heart, how it flipped and did cartwheels whenever Riddle treated you kindly. No matter what he did, you always felt like you were floating and walking on clouds.

You still longed to touch him—maybe brush back a stray strand that fell over his forehead. You wanted to know how it felt to hold his hand. Maybe even take a stroll in Heartslabyul’s rose maze with him, hand-in-hand and talking about anything. You wanted to spend teatime alone with him. You wanted to see him smile after taking a bite of a strawberry tart you made for him. You wanted to gaze at the moon and the stars with him in the comfort of Riddle’s dorm room, just sitting together in that window alcove with pillows and blankets.

You wanted to do so much more with Riddle, but the large mirror before you spelled the end of your hopes and dreams.

“Well, Prefect,” Crowley began with a jovial tone, which was a stark contrast to the despair that gripped your heart, “I found a way for you to return to your world. After long, grueling hours of searching for the solution, I fulfilled my promise to you, and I even gathered your friends here for a heartfelt farewell.”

You called bullshit on that, but you still appreciated Crowley’s effort. True to his word, all of the people you befriended surrounded you in the Mirror Chamber. The occasion was treated as a formal one, if their dorm uniforms didn’t make a statement already. Everyone had varying degrees of restrained emotion, as you stood before the mirror that led to your home dimension.

Grim stood behind you with clenched paws and glassy eyes. You spotted Ace and Deuce grinning, but there was a hint of a strain in their smiles. Kalim was close to bursting into tears. Leona stared at you with a neutral look and a hand on his hip, but the harsh dig of his fingers told you otherwise. Azul wore his usual smile, one reserved for business, and Jade had a polite smile as well. Floyd didn’t share the same sentiment. The more capricious Leech brother scowled as if he ate Lilia’s cooking after being promised a tasty meal.

You didn’t dare look at Riddle. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You can’t.

Crowley spread his arms with a self-satisfied smile that both irked and endeared you to him. “Aren’t I a magnanimous and gracious headmaster to do something like this for you?”

He made a show of spinning on his heel and walking towards the doors to the Mirror Chamber. With a flamboyant wave of his hand, he exclaimed, “I’ll leave you to say your goodbyes and well-wishes. However…”

Crowley looked at you from over his shoulder, and your throat tightened at the soft smile that curled his lips.

“It was a pleasure to have you here, Prefect. I would’ve loved for you to stay until graduation, but alas. I wish you all the best once you return home.”

The last thing you saw was a swish of his cape, before a heavy weight nearly toppled you to the ground. Tan, bejeweled arms hugged your waist as a loud bawl harshly rang in the room. You didn’t even need to look to see that it was Kalim blubbering through his tears. Jamil’s alarmed voice echoed in your ears, and that seemed to be everyone’s cue to surround you.

Tearful farewells, wistful wishes, and unfulfilled promises filled the enclosed space. Grim clung to you all this time, all the while mewling and whining about how he’d lose his henchman. Still, he was crying his eyes out. The large mirror was obscured from your sight, as if the unusual group of friends you made during your time here intended this. You couldn’t help but laugh—a bittersweet sound—as everyone tried to get a word in with you. Even Malleus came to say his goodbyes, though he seemed more reserved than usual.

Then the dreaded moment came: Riddle approached you with that same smile, the gentle and subtle one he always graced you with. Everyone who noticed the shift in mood somehow left space for you and the Heartslabyul housewarden to talk. You almost giggled when you overheard Jade scold Floyd for whining about this.

You forced your smile to widen, even if your eyes stung and your throat tightened again. Your voice cracked at the end, but that could be mistaken for holding back tears.

“Hi, Riddle,” you whispered as you felt your throat tighten more, “I guess I’m leaving before I could have another Unbirthday party with all of you. I was so excited to try the macarons, too.”

The gentle smile became forlorn, and it reminded you of that time he lamented over not having strawberry tarts in that one Unbirthday party. A twinge in your heart made your breath hitch, but you hoped Riddle wouldn’t notice.

“It’s a shame, really,” he told you with a falter in his smile. The corners of his lips hitched up, as if that never happened in the first place. “I wanted you to try some tea from the Queendom of Roses as well, but… that may never happen now.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, finding it hard to breathe. The sting in your eyes worsened. Some invisible hand squeezed your heart, as if threatening to puncture the fragile thing with its talons. You maintained your composure as much as you can.

You couldn’t help but admit, “I wish I could have more time with all of you.”

I wish I had more time with you.

“I wish I could watch the third-years graduate. I wish I could see all of us graduate here, even if I don’t have magic.” You chuckled, and you found yourself with loose lips around Riddle.

“I want to have more Unbirthday parties with everyone in Heartslabyul. I want to have lunch with everyone in Mostro Lounge. I want to watch the next interdorm Spelldrive tournament and cheer for your guys. I want to spend Christmas and welcome the New Year with everyone. I want a lot of things, but… Well, I’m going home.”

Riddle’s smile slipped, and you watched him visibly swallow with a subtle frown. Even when he wasn’t smiling, he still had a gentle look on him.

“Who knows, Prefect? Maybe there will come a time when we find a way for you to visit and vice versa.” Riddle sounded so unsure, so hesitant, in his reassurance. Still, you appreciated it.

You ignored how much your heart hurt and your jaw clenched when he said that.

“I hope so.” Chuckling, you kept your arms to yourself as you smiled at Riddle. He was becoming a blur of red, white, and gold. Warm tears already spilled down your cheeks, before you even realized what was happening.

You couldn’t see his reaction, but you raised a hand to wipe away your tears. While the heel of your palm rubbed your cheek, you mumbled, “Sorry. I just…”

A white handkerchief was offered to you, and you took it with murmured gratitude. Your eyes were drawn to the embroidered initials of Riddle’s name on the corner. The cloth felt soft on your skin, and you found some comfort in that.

“Keep it,” Riddle told you with that smile again, “so that you would remember me every time you see it.”

Your mind blanked at his words. Riddle referred to himself rather than everyone in Heartslabyul, even everyone in NRC. Heart fluttering and throat tightening, you resisted the urge to sob. Hope came as a surge of warmth and the weight of dread in your chest.

Not now. Not when I’m leaving.

With a smile, melancholic yet bright, you dabbed away the last of your tears and tucked the handkerchief into your uniform pocket. A burst of courage let you wrap your arms around Riddle in a hug with a whispered, “Thank you. I’m going to miss you—all of you.”

I’m going to miss you more.

Normally, Riddle would be flustered at the sudden gesture of affection. You expected a loud stutter and an indignant scolding, but he simply returned the hug. His face was buried in your shoulder, and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“You’re welcome.” You heard him whisper, followed by a faint sniff. Something warm and wet soaked through the coat and into your shoulder. You hugged Riddle tighter, as if to hide him from the rest of the world at that moment.

Too brief for your liking, Riddle pulled away with that same smile. His eyes appeared to be glassy, reflecting your tearful expression and wobbly grin. Your heart twinged again, and your jaw clenched.

It was that smile that damned you the moment Riddle fixed your tie for the first time.

“I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?” You asked, laughing off your dread and despair. Riddle seemed to hesitate, as if he wanted to say something. Your heart stuttered as you watched him open his mouth with reluctance.

Something held him back. He shook his head and merely smiled at you again.

“Of course,” he murmured, eyes hiding behind his cheeks again. “I’m looking forward to seeing you again, Prefect.”

In that moment, you’d have stolen the stars from the sky if Riddle wanted to make a wish. You’d bake tarts and cakes in the Heartslabyul kitchen, even if it ended in a mess of flour, if he wanted sweets. You’d stay past curfew in his dorm room to stargaze, if he was willing to break the rules just this once. You’d shower him in kisses, hugs, and cuddles if he hesitated to spell out his desire for affection.

You’d stay in Twisted Wonderland if he asked you to.

Swallowing your heartache, you forced a smile—bright and brilliant, putting the sun to shame. Your gaze never left Riddle, while unspoken feelings laid heavy on the tip of your tongue. Reality crushed your daydreams and wishes, reduced to rubble and dust. The next words felt final and absolute.

“Goodbye, Riddle.”

What remained was the handkerchief with his stitched initials in your pocket.

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ajaxwfe · 6 months

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15 Hours

Special Ending 2

Childe x reader

"it's a relief we met again."

"ajax...Ajax...Ajax.."

A soft voice he thought, making his mind all fuzzy. He slowly opened his eyes squinting as the brightness pierced through his eyes.

"Ajax... You're finally up?"

He looked at his next, his heart stopped at the sight. Tears began to flow as he recognized her.

"y/n...Y/n.."

His voice cracked as he reached out for her. Cupping her cheeks and holding her dearly, hoping this was not a dream again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n! I won't leave you alone... I will be with you till the end. I won't leave your side so please... Don't disappear from my world again."

He was begging to the cruel world as he hugged her tightly not wanting to let go, breathing her scent in until his body was filled with it.

"we have to go ajax, we both can't stay any longer here."

No, not like this. He didn't know if you forgave him, scream at him, punch him, slap him. Do whatever comes to your mind. Just forgive him.

"I don't want to y/n. Let's stay here together, let it only be both of us here."

"We will always be together ajax, maybe in another life."

"I don't want to forget you, I don't care about next life... What if we fell in love with another one and forget about each other, I already neglected you once I don't want to lose you again.. Tell me, tell me you don't want to lose me again so I can follow you wherever you go."

Eyes getting red from crying and sobbing uncontrollably. Y/n landed a kiss on his watered eyes and smiled softly.

"I don't want to lose you ajax, I always loved you more than everything. But maybe in next life we will get our happy end this time."

Ajax dropped his shoulders, a feeling of relief washed over his body. Hugging her tightly again before both of them disappeared to a thin air while warm wind blows.

"You must had a warm and nice dream, before you woke up you were smiling so peacefully"

Ajax stretched out in his desk turning his head to the girl. He can't really remember his dream it all became so fuzzy after he woke up but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered as long as y/n was next to him.

"indeed it was a nice dream y/n! Such a shame I can't remember but I do remember it was kind of sad but... Also happy the same time?"

"silly, pack your things let's go get lunch from my mom's restaurant! She is excited to meet with you again. Also Lumine will be tagging along."

They both stood up and left the classroom, holding hands with each other while walking down the corridors.

"it's always Lumine, let's go together only... just the two of us."

He tried to hide his embarrassment.

"no way you are jealous, HAHAHA!"

Ajax stopped when a little head ache struck trough his head, groaning a little from the pain.

"are you ok? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

"Next life..."

"what? What next life are you talking about.."

She seemed confused, honestly ajax didn't know why he thought of that too.

"nothing let's just go. İt's probably because I missed your mom's cooking."

No really it didn't matter as long as y/n is next to him. He opened his eyes with her and was determined to close his eyes with her.

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genneii · 3 months

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𝙏𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ᡣ𐭩 ʙʟʟᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᥫ᭡. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

｡⋆₊˚⊹ ᰔ walking down the school corridors with nothing in mind other than getting your class on-time. panic filled your mind, thinking thoughts such as 'what if my grade is deducted by my tardiness?!' or 'what if my tardiness leaves a bad impression of me on the new teacher?!'.

soon enough, you reached the door of your lecture classroom. you reached for the handle and turned it, walking into the lecture hall. clearly, you were late and because of it, you had all eyes on you, watching your every move. you quickly hurried up the stairs and searched for a seat. thankfully, you found a seat next to this raven-haired boy that you have never talked to but saw a couple of times. you both exchanged smiles and hellos, then focused on the lecture going on.

as you were taking notes, you heard a noise on the intercom, causing everybody to hush up. glancing around the room, your eyebrows knitted together and frowned your glossy lips. you really wanted to get this class over with. you waited in anticipation, expecting the person on the intercom to speak already. finally, they spoke. you recognized the voice as YOUR counselor, Anri Teieri..-? sure you two were close but you didn't expect her to get on the intercom.

'miss l/n, please meet me in my office after your lecture.'

letting out an embarrassed groan because of all the eyes on you, you buried your face into the palms of your hands. the boy next to you spoke up, laughing softly.

'what's the matter? it really isn't that bad, is it?'

playfully rolling your eyes, you removed your hands from your face and pouted, shooting the boy a dirty look. he snickered a bit but eventually looked away from you. you had the urgency to ask for his name-.. so you opened your mouth. you quickly closed it, and smiled nervously. the boy, obviously caught on and smirked slightly.

'you want my name?'

to which you replied,

'perhaps. would you be kind enough to share it with me?'

'it's-.. isagi yoichi. call me yoichi though.'

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[Love Interests: 1/???]

𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝:

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: [ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ]

ᴀɢᴇ: [22]

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ.

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ, ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴘɪɴʏ ʟᴏʙꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴛꜱᴜʙᴀ

ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ᴍ̶ɪ̶ᴄ̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ᴀ̶ʟ̶ ᴋ̶ᴀ̶ɪ̶ꜱ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶+ ᴍᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ

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˚｡⋆₊˚⊹ ᰔ as you entered Anri's office, you noticed a tall boy with dark green hair sitting down alongside the raven haired boy from earlier, Yoichi was it? you shook off your thoughts and walked into the office. whilst you gave Anri a wave, goosebumps crept up your arms. you quickly whirled around to see who was the cause of it and saw the tall boy's glare. you shuddered and tried to ignore him to the best of your ability but he just kept glaring. what was his problem, you thought to yourself.

but before you could confront the boy, Anri motioned for you to sit down. you sat down on the opposite side of them, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. parting your lips to speak, you were rudely cut off by the tall boy and caused you to narrow your eyes as you listened to what he had to say.

??: 'can I get the hell out of here already?'

the boy hissed in annoyance, his long lashes fluttering as he blinked. you were clearly mesmerized by his eyes but not by his attitude.

A: 'you'll leave once I inform miss l/n of what'll be happening from now on. now, y/n.'

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, glancing at Anri as you uttered a small 'yes?'. anri smiled at you and you got a weird feeling in your guts, knowing something was up.

A: 'you'll be tutoring our school's soccer team.'

PROLOGUE END.

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sneak peek into BOOK 1 CHAPTER 1:

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˚｡⋆₊˚⊹ ᰔ you sat there, dumbfounded at her audacity. biting your bottom lip, you spoke softly.

'and why should I?' you uttered in disbelief.

A: 'because you don't have a choice missy. Headmaster Ego says these boys may be put on academic probation unless we find a solution. don't worry, you'll be compensated for your work. i know you aren't quite the athletic one and for you to get a higher chance of getting into law school, extracurriculars is the way. but instead of doing after school activities and sports, you'll be tutoring them.'

anri explained and once she finished, the office was as quiet as a pin drop. well, other than the tall boy's impatient foot taps. you really were starting to get irritated calling him by "the tall boy" so you decided to man up and ask him for his name. pointing at him, you spoke in a firm tone since he didn't seem like the type of person to listen when he was spoken to quietly.

Y/N: 'what's your name, tall boy?'

he scoffed, glaring in your direction. he muttered a string of curse words and then scowled.

??: 'why do you need to know? how tepid of you.'

you huffed, seeming annoyed. you quickly turned to anri and demanded his name.

Y/N: i refuse to tutor this brat, especially since he wants to be an asshole. tell me his name or screw this whole tutoring situation!'

yoichi giggled, causing the tall boy to shoot him a dirty look. the boy rolled his eyes and spoke in an irritated tone.

'it's-..'

TBC

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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I don’t if ur request are still open but if they are I was wondering if I could request lady lesso x reader we’re they are in a secret relationship and they got kissing or something by dovey

She is different

Warnings: Secret relationship, jealousy, fluff, warrior princess, bad liars

Word count: 2.3 K

Pairing: Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader

Prompt: It is impossible to hide that Lady Lesso was completely captivated from the first moment she saw Y/N

Requests: OPEN

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From the moment Y/N set foot in the school, the green eyes of the dean of evil did not stop admiring her figure.

Despite having a 'thin' build and short stature, Y/N wasn't your typical princess. The legends that ran through the corridors of the school, recounted the great feats that she had achieved as the star warrior of the greatest known kingdom; making the redheaded dean's curiosity grow with the passage of time.

Lady Lesso had always met the stereotype of the perfect princess, just like Dovey herself; so, hearing that that sweet-looking princess had been commissioned to slaughter thousands of enemies, just to protect the queen, only made it inevitable that Lady Lesso would wander into Miss Y/N's class.

Y/N was one of the first teachers to get a mixed class, getting both 'Ever' and 'Never' to learn to defend themselves and attack in combat, from small combats in a classroom of the, now, gigantic school, to fights that They executed on the school horses in the large gardens of the same.

At first, Dovey thought that Leonora's presence was due to concern (if that's what it could be called) for the performance of her students, but seeing how those eyes sparkled with a strange sparkle every time Miss Y/N, she brandished that weapon to teach the young princes how to defend themselves, she thought that her assumptions were not entirely correct. Lesso never missed a Y/N class, not even on the days they had practices in the gardens just like they were doing today; having a great simulated fight in the gardens of that castle.

A few minutes before class ended, Professor Dovey approached the stables, knowing that her students would arrive there, only to realize that Leonora was already there, staring at Professor T/N's braided hair

"My, what a surprise to find you here, Lesso," Dovey teased, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from her beautiful dress.

“I would like to say the same”

Silence reigned for a few minutes, both with their eyes fixed on the training, until Dovey's gaze returned to rest on her senior partner, noticing how small and tiny black hearts came out of them.

"May I ask? What has been the reason why you delight us with your pleasant presence?" Dovey tried to persuade her partner, causing the redheaded teacher to just make a small face.

"No, you can't ask" she replied, in her typical annoyed voice.

Before Dovey could object to such behavior, the murmurs and laughter of the students, together with the galloping of the horses reached the ears of both women, causing their eyes to look at the boys, who quickly entered the stable to to let the steeds rest. Y/N was coming backwards, on top of her own horse.

"Oh, hi Dovey, I didn't see you there."

While Dovey and Y/N never became the best of friends (as Dovey always thought that a rebellious mind like Y/N didn't quite belong on the 'Ever' side), they have been courteous to each other, and more when Dovey found out that thanks to that woman, many of her friends and students were still alive.

“Lady Lesso, it is always a pleasure to greet you”

And for her counterpart was that beautiful redhead. When they were both young, Y/N remembered feeling self-conscious, clumsy, and even naive around her (the few times they happened to meet); when Y/N was taken to her friend Jade's kingdom to become what she always dreamed of, a warrior, she assured herself that if she ever met Leonora again, she would no longer be that shy girl; if she was capable of killing men in the name of what she considered fair, she was clearly capable of meeting this woman.

When the school received her, after those injuries that made it impossible for her to fight again, seeing how both the 'Evers' and the 'Nevers' young people applauded her with admiration, made her feel even more powerful. She was capable of instilling respect, pride and admiration on both sides.

Everything went overboard when her eyes collided with those of the dean of evil.

At first, he didn't recognize her, but, Y/N couldn't get over those beautiful eyes so quickly.

She felt how her knees began to give out, even a little unsure if she would be able to cross the entire room on her own.

To say that Leonora Lesso was beautiful was an understatement, the woman was the epitome of beauty and sensuality. Those green eyes like the grass bathed in morning dew, rosy lips like the petals of the most fragile flowers in her home kingdom, and that wild hair, like the flames she had seen on many of her travels.

She thought that with the weight of time, the impression before such a woman would diminish… but that never happened. Even to this day, she could feel the penetrating gaze of the dean in each and every one of her lessons, waiting for some mistake on the part of the young warrior, just to be able to take advantage and unleash her fury against her.

"Oh dear, that was a wonderful class," Dovey congratulated, watching as Y/N climbs down from the horse and begins to stroke the animal's head, while her other hand begins to remove the animal's saddle.

“Well, Dovey, thank…”

"Well, I expected to see someone injured" Leonora's hoarse voice commented.

Both Dovey's glare and Y/N's puzzled glare landed on the tall figure of the woman.

"Leonora!" Dovey scolded

“Well, my lady, I'm sorry to disappoint you this time. I promise that in the next class one of yours will have to be attended to urgently" Y/N joked, watching out of the corner of her eye, how the dean raised the corners of her mouth a little, showing a little amusement.

"Y/N!" Dovey scolded again, the princess looked at how her companion's corners were slightly raised, but, realizing the look, she quickly returned to her usual straight lips. "Both are impossible, I'd better go"

"I'd better go too" announced the redhead "I wouldn't like to see those freaks behave in a proper way"

"I hope that's not the case" Y/N joked again, watching how both deans walked away to let her clean the stable in peace.

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Night came, and with it, secrecy and mystery.

T/N had always been taught that night was the time for evil, the terrifying and the forbidden. Over the years, she realized that it was not entirely true; night was the time for secrets, intrigue, curiosity, mystery, and of course, the forbidden.

A knock at her door startled the poor girl, who quickly put aside her parchment and quill to open the door, revealing those sweet green eyes.

"Until you deign to open"

“It was only seconds, don't be exaggerating”

"Well, seconds that could well be used in something else"

"Like what?"

"Maybe kiss you"

If Y/N were ever to tell that the fearsome dean of Evil had a soft spot for honeyed words and cheek kisses, no one would believe her. But, here she was, leaving a trail of little kisses on Y/N's cheeks.

"Today you were splendid" she murmured against her ear.

"Do you believe it?"

"Oh sweet girl, I've never seen someone attack like that before. No warrior will ever be as great and skillful as you are."

“Oh honey, you flatter me, but, out there, there are thousands of warriors far better prepared than me. It took me years to convince my parents to teach me how to wield a sword, whereas these men are required to do so at a very young age."

“Well, princess, that just proves my point. You are beautiful, intelligent, strong, brave and capable woman, what more could I ask for?" Leonora spoke while her arms embraced the small waist of her beloved, bringing her closer to her chest, so that she could smell a little of her hair.

"Maybe a make-out session in my bed?" the princess asked cheekily

“Wow, that sounds like a great idea to me”

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Dovey's feet made it impossible for her to stay still. She was so anxious that, without realizing it, her feet moved her throughout her office, until she heard how the doors were opened violently, listening to Leonora's unmistakable walk, along with the annoying clicking of her cane.

"Well Clarissa, I'm here now, what do you want?"

But, seeing Leonora's raised eyebrow, the question stuck in her throat. Lady Lesso was well known for being the thorn in Professor Dovey's side, so wasn't it fair to get even a little revenge?

“I've been thinking about doing a new dance,” Dovey commented, performing in her everyday way: bubbly and happy.

"Other?" Leonora asked tiredly "Wouldn't it be like… the eighth this month?"

"Oh Leo, but this is for a special occasion"

"What could be so special as to warrant a school dance?" Now, the dean desperate, she crossed her arms, tapping her forearm with her nails.

“I have found the perfect prince for Y/N”

Lesso felt how the blood ran down from her head to her feet, making her fist take that stick with more force, until leaving her white knuckles.

"What?" she slumped into the chair across from Dovey, not helplessly, but furiously. "I thought I heard from Y/N's own mouth that she didn't want a prince in her life"

"Well, we can all change our minds, and believe me, when she see Prince Henry, her mind will change."

“Henry? What kind of name is Henry? It sounds completely ridiculous…”

"Leonora, if I didn't know you well enough, I would dare to say that you are jealous" Dovey teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lesso only managed to let out a sarcastic laugh, causing Dovey to laugh internally.

"Jealous? Of whom? Of your star princess? Not at all! I just make fun of the poor girl, having to deal with a man as… simple as this Henry"

"But if you don't know him yet"

"I don't even want to meet him" Lesso got up again, with her cruel director's facade, she hit the cane against the ground emphasizing her next words "So, was that all? Is that why you wanted to call me?"

"Yes, just to let you know to prepare your best clothes, because Y/N is getting married soon"

Dovey only listened as her companion's footsteps receded and with her, small murmurs, only affirming Dovey's theory.

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Unfortunately for Lesso, the dance came faster than she could process. Before she least wanted to know it, Dovey had introduced stupid, muscular, pretty face Prince Henry and Y/N and forced them into the middle of the room to do a little waltz.

"Don't you think they make a cute couple?" Dovey asked

"Oh yes, can you imagine how cute their babies would be?" Emma asked.

“They will have beauty and courage alike”

Lesso only felt her blood boil. She promised herself (and Y/N) that she wouldn't kill anyone again, but at that moment, the bloody prince had a red target painted across the middle of his face, taunting Leonora. One more torture wouldn't hurt anyone… except him.

"What?!" Emma's loud scream snapped Lesso out of her thoughts, causing her to let out a growl to get the attention of her companions.

"How much do they murmur?"

"Dovey just told me that Prince Henry is planning to propose to Y/N tonight." Emma groaned and clapped her hands, showing her excitement.

"What?"

“At least, the young prince confessed to me this morning. He said he would take her to the balcony to do it” commented Dovey trying to hide her emotion.

"There they go!" Emma pointed out.

And indeed, both were heading to the balcony, getting away from the bustle of people.

Without thinking about it, Leonora got up from her chair and began to follow the young people, until she found her beloved, with her back turned and completely alone.

"Y/N" Leonora murmured, causing the girl to turn around and give her a smile.

"Hi!"

"Where is the prince?"

"I punched him when he tried to kiss me"

Both women laughed, knowing that no one could be lucky enough to kiss Y/N's lips. Nobody except Leonora.

"He's an idiot"

"Yeah, next time Dovey wants to find me a boyfriend, I hope she finds a better one."

"There won't be a next one"

"Honey, we won't know, if we carry on like this…"

"I don't want to continue like this" Leonora cut off Y/N's sentence while her arms hugged her girl's waist. "Yes this is the feeling the got from hiding you, I don't want to feel it again" the dean buried her head in the crook of Y/N's neck.

"Are you sure, my love?" Y/N's soft but firm hands took Leonora's face, forcing her to look at her and be honest. “I know how much your reputation has cost you and I wouldn't want it to be affected by me. We can be discreet…”

"Fuck discretion, I just don't want to see you in the arms of another jerk like that Henry guy"

And without further ado, Lesso planted a kiss on her beloved's lips, proving that the love he feels for her is worth much more than her stupid reputation.

Carefully, Y/N encircled her girlfriend's neck and stood on her toes deepening the kiss full of feelings, affection and true love, in the light of the full moon.

"I told you, you owe me five doubloons" Dovey joked as she and Emma watched as their friend Leo finally admitted her love for that girl.

“It amazes me, how being so different, they seem to work well"

"She's different" Dovey pointed at Y/N with a look "Lesso is just… Lesso"

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History and Drama

A/n: I have been so obsessed with the idea of teacher Ross, I truly can't get it out of my head so I have to write something before I explode... This ended up being smut, which I did not intend on but my brain just got carried away so enjoy...

WC: 7.6K

Warnings: Smut, curse words, anxiety and lots of pining

You let out a soft sigh as you stand at the edge of the hall filled with students. One of the head of years was droning on about the upcoming exams for the year 11's and whilst you were supposed to maintain an enthusiastic approach to the subject you couldn't help but join the kids in their boredom as the old an babbled on. You feel a warm presence move closer towards you, then his scent is in your nostrils. You instantly know it's him and lean back almost out of instinct, feeling his chest against your back. His bearded chin leans down towards your ear and he lets out a quiet whisper not to disrupt the assembly "do you think he will ever shut up, or are we bound to this torture forever?" You let out a soft chuckle moving your hand to cover your mouth as some students sat at the very edge of the aisle turn to look your way. "I'm not sure, but if it goes on much longer I think my head might explode" he returns a subtle laugh and stands straighter again, gesturing to some boys from his form who were messing around to face the front.

The assembly was finally over and despite his classroom being on the opposite side of the school, Ross always insisted on walking with you to your drama studio claiming the walk helped 'clear his mind' before a day of teaching. You minded none the less, you were both department heads so didn't really care what people think. You reach your studio and see some of your more eager year 7's already inside with their shoes off warming up, it brings a smile to your face that they all know your routine. "So Miss S/N, I'll see you at lunchtime?" you nod your head and smile, noticing the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles back at you, staring at you for a second too long before you hear some lairy students giving a round of 'ooos' Ross sculks his way back down the corridor.

The day was flying by, but you had seemed to have misplaced some of your sixth formers essays you had yet to mark, within the piles of paperwork and stacked up books in your office, thankfully you had lunch and a free period to try and find, and mark them, but the stress was eating you inside out. The thought that you had lost your students hard work made you want to cry, you hadn't noticed the knock on the door through your erratic breath and constant shuffling. Ross stood at the door of your office watching you with a worried expression splayed across his face. You were under your desk riffling through pages muttering curse words to yourself when you bump your head on the top of the desk. In two long strides Ross is by your side, crouching down to your level, long arms extending around you, one softly stroking your head, the other lying on your back. He notices the tears in your eyes and his heart jumps.

"Hey what's wrong?" he moves his hand from your head to wipe a stray tear falling across your cheek, you unintentionally lean into his touch. "I've lost my year 12's exam essays, I can't find them anywhere, and they are 50% of their grade, I literally have no idea where I have put them and I'm freaking out" You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and more tears falls from your eyes. Ross’s face only softens more, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. "It's okay, I'll help you look for them, now do you remember where you last had them?" you shake your head and scrunch your eyebrows together, your breathing begins to pick up and you feel the anxiety building in your chest. "I feel like I've looked everywhere" more tears spill from your eyes as you sit pathetically hunched over practically under your desk. Ross stands and looks around the room and spots your keys on the side of your desk. "Have you checked your car?" you look up to his towering figure from your spot on the floor and shake your head. He grabs your keys from the side and practically runs out the room.

He makes his way to the staff parking lot and finds your little Volkswagen Beetle in an instant, he had spent so many evenings staying in your office doing his marking in your company and walking you to your car, he always loved the little vehicle , it was very you, very artsy, the crocheted jelly fish hanging from the rear-view mirror, the bunting hanging around the inside of the car, there were bells and all sorts of trinkets filling the car. He opened the car and was engulfed with the smell of coconuts, he searched the front and back seats, not finding anything, before lastly looking in the boot, when he popped her open he saw the red folder entitled 'sixth form' upon a quick glance inside, it was indeed your missing essays.

Locking up your car he walked as quickly as humanly possible back to your classroom, only stopping when he was collard by the music department, "Oi Ross, where you off to in such a rush?!" Department head Mr Healy all but shouted, perched on the edge of one of the desks. Ross sighs and backs his way into the office, not wanting to stop for fear you had pulled your hair out by now. "Why even ask that question, if he's down this corridor, we all know he's on his way to his favourite department..." Mr Daniels wiggles his eyebrows at the man. Ross lets out a huff. "I was just getting something for Y/n, she left her essays in her c-" before he could even finish his sentence Matty had cut him off laughing. "Ross mate, you are so whipped" George joins in with the laughter, Ross just rolls his eyes, backing out of the office once more, following the corridor to the drama department, he found you in your office, only now you were sat in your chair with your head in your hands. You hear his foot steps and instantaneously raise your head. You see the little red folder and virtually throw yourself at Ross across the room. He catches you with open arms and lifts you into his embrace. You breathe in his scent, face smashed against his chest, only praying that your makeup doesn't stain his pristine white button down. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, I could have sworn I brought everything in from my car, they must have slipped off the pile this morning!" you only hug him tighter as you talk. He rests his head atop your own, loving the feeling of holding you close.

You take one last deep breath, drinking him in before stepping away. You look up to his height and give him a genuine smile, "I owe you one, seriously, thank you Ross" He smiles back at you. There is a knock on the door and you peer behind Ross to see one of your year 11 students. "Hi Mr Macdonald, Uh Miss I just wanted to return the play you let me borrow, I really enjoyed it, thank you" You smile at her taking the book from her hand. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, it's one of my favourites" Ross enjoys watching the exchange, he loves nothing more than seeing you in your element. "Yeah I was thinking of choosing Agamemnon's monologue for our final exam, or do you think it will be too demanding?" The student looks to you with a quizzical look. "I think it's a great idea, you'll be amazing, now go and get your lunch, I have some marking to get on with" You beam at the kid watching as they waltz away with a spring in their step.

"Well I was coming to find you as you weren't in the staff room, but now that you've got your essays back I assume you'll be working through lunch?" Ross who now leans against your desk asks gesturing towards the papers. "Well I'm already so far behind so I better had, but you are more than welcome to keep me company"

A couple of weeks had flown by since the essay incident and there were varying whispers travelling around the school, both students and teachers alike, about Ross and your relationship status, the teachers had always ignored gossip and after denying anything was going on for the two years you had worked together most of your co workers chose to ignore it, but some couldn't help but indulge themselves once they heard rumours that a student had walked into the office and found Mr Macdonald and Miss S/n snuggled up together. You were constantly denying that's what happened to your entire department and the music department who just love to wind up Ross. You were pouring yourself your morning coffee when Matty, stalks over towards you, you let out a sigh knowing whats to come, "I heard another rumour about you on the gate this morning" the smug smirk on his face was telling enough, you turn to his eyebrows raised, "Matty, it's not even 8.30 yet, what could you possibly have heard?" You turn back filling up a second mug of coffee for Ross who was walking over to the pair. "Speak of the devil himself, so some sixth form girls were talking and apparently they have seen you two snogging in Mr Macdonalds classroom" you choke on your coffee as Matty proudly pats Ross on the back "For christ sake, when will they stop chatting shit" Ross hands you a napkin from the side and shakes his head.

You let out a huff as you try and pat down the coffee stain on your white blouse, and whinge when it doesn't come out, Ross nods his head to your top "I have a spare shirt in my office if you wanna borrow it?" - "ooo sharing clothes now-" "Matty shut your mouth, yes please that would be amazing" the sentiment warms your heart, or the coffee is boiling your skin, you can't really tell but either way you feel all tingly as you follow him up the stairs to the history department. It's not very often you get out of your own block and you always loved the history department, it was decorated to look like world war one trenches with cargo nets and model planes above head, and students art work hanging along the walls, you appreciated the creativity.

You step inside the office and take in how neat and tidy everything is, unlike how messy everything in your office is. You watch carefully as he reaches into a cabinet behind his well organised desk and pulls out a freshly ironed pinstriped shirt, he removes it from its hanger and hands it over to you, leaning back onto his desk, what he hadn't anticipated was for you to start unbuttoning your own blouse in front of his very own eyes, they widened and he instinctively looked down to the ground, not so subtly glancing when you slipped the shirt off completely leaving you in your white lace bra, the delicate piece of fabric leaving his mouth bone dry. You tugged his shirt over your shoulders and begin to do up the buttons when you notice his blown out stare. "Oh my god, sorry I should have just taken it to my office and changed, I'm so sorry" your eyes also went wide and your cheeks flushed, you held the shirt closed against your chest. You had grown so comfortable with the man and so accustomed to being with him, it had slipped your mind that he had never actually seen you in any capacity other than being at work and being so called 'friends'. "Uh, no it's fine, I'm sorry I shouldn't have been looking, it was my fault, I'll look away now" he turns away, begrudgingly, and you finish doing up your buttons, saying an all but silent 'thank you' before hurryingly leaving the department.

The shirt swamps you and his scent is intoxicatingly suffocating you all day. You were in your office on your free period towards the end of the day with another drama teacher and your closest friend Adam, telling him about your embarrassing escapades this morning. "I don't know if I'm ever gonna live this down Adam, how do you apologise for flashing your tits to one of your co workers" you groan and throw your head back against your chair, Adam laughs at your expense and pats you on your shoulder, "trust me, with the way he's been eyeing you up all these years, it might finally give him the push to ask you out!"

You furrow your brows in frustration and continue to smack your head back against the chair. "I'm serious Adam, what am I gonna do, it's gonna be awkward now, and I know that he's already told the rest of the history dep, who's told the rest of the faculty because Matty and George keep bloody shaking their chests at me every time I walk past their office" you sigh as Adam stifles another laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. "Right I'm sorry, I'll talk to Matty and George and see what they've heard, but I'm sure it's not that bad, you know them two they're just wind ups." he gently pats you on your shoulder once more. "I have to go and get ready for my last lesson, so I'll see you in a bit yeah" you nod and flop forwards onto your desk.

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You had wholly lost yourself in your marking almost forgetting this mornings events when the man of the hour knocks on your door. You look up to see his bearded face giving you a half smile as he leans against the door frame. "Hey, I heard that the music heads have been being a pain in your arse all day...I wanted to come and apologise" He shuffles closer to you, you lean back in your chair looking up at him, your heart flutters. "You have nothing to apologise for Ross, they aren't even your department, so..." as you trail off he sighs, he strides over and takes a seat at Adams desk. "Exactly they're not my department but they are my friends, and I don't want them upsetting you. I don't want anyone to upset you..." he lets out a deep breath when you don't say anything and moves to stand up, you grab a hold of his hand quickly. "Thank you" he turns his hand in yours so his thumb can graze your knuckles and he nods down to you.

"I know they're a pain but we're actually going for drinks tonight after work, did you wanna come? We're gonna go a couple of towns over so we don't get spotted by any students" you take your lip in between your teeth mulling over your options, missing the way it draws Ross's gaze towards your lips. "Uh yeah, sure, I need a break from all this marking anyway, text me the details." The hand you didn't realise you were still holding dropped yours as he slinked out the door, looking back to give you one last smile.

The pub was loud and music blared all around as you entered the room with your friend Beck from the English department, you can already hear Matty before you see any of them and follow the sound towards the bar, Ross is of course first to spot you, and instantly has his breath taken away with your appearance, he is used to seeing you in your pretty long flowing dresses, or long blouses and leggings that you liked to roll around on the floor in with your students, he rarely ever got to see your skin, so seeing you in a short patterned skirt, paired with a silk camisole revealing a lot of skin was more than his poor mind could bare. You reach the bar and Matty throws his arms around you pulling you in for a hug, the smell of beer and cigarette smoke heavy on his person. "Here's the flasher herself!" he shouts pulling you into his side, you give his shoulder a slap, pulling away to playfully scold the man. You turn to Ross who has an apologetic smile on his face, his arm already outstretched for you to embrace him, you snuggle into his side and stay wrapped there in the warmth of his body. You look up to take in his appearance, his hair was down, a sight you rarely ever saw, and he was wearing a tshirt and jeans, something you had never seen him in. You enjoyed seeing him so relaxed and happy. Despite greetings being finished his arm stayed wrapped snugly around your side, keeping you close to him. "Can I get you a drink?" he asks down to you, your neck craning to look up to his face from the angle, "yeah, please can I just get a pint of cider"

He nods to the bartender and orders your drinks, passing yours over to you, "do you wanna go and sit down?" You just nod and walk until you find an empty booth sliding in beside the giant of a man, sitting as close as possible. His arm finds its way back around shoulders as he sips on his pint, leaning back against the booth. You sigh contently lean your head back against his shoulder, watching as he continues to drink. "I have put your shirt in the wash, I'll bring it in on Monday for you" he chuckles and shakes his head, "You should keep it, it looked good on you" he flirts, his hand gently squeezed you, pulling you impossibly closer. "I'm not stealing your clothes Ross" you state matter of factly, "No you're not, I'm giving it to you, I liked the way it looked on you, so I want you to keep it." you stare at his face for a moment, watching as his eyes drop to your lips, he takes another sip of his drink, you take your lip in between your teeth, biting gently at the skin, he puts down his pint on the table and raises his hand to cup your chin, his thumb gliding across your lip, tugging it from the soft torture of your teeth. His face moves in closer to yours, "You have no idea what you do to me" he sighs , hand moving to brush your hair back behind your ear. "What's going on here then!" the pair of you pull apart and readjust yourselves as you hear Georges voice, followed by the childish hollering of Matty, and few other faculty members who joined you in the booth.

The night went on and you were wedged in between George and Ross, the two giants making you feel like a shrew with having to look up so much. Many drinks had been sunk down and you were all more than tipsy, playing games like ring of fire and never have I ever like a group of teenagers. "okay, okay, never have I ever slept with a colleague" Matty slurs out watching no one take a drink he eyes the pair of you across the table and points at you accusingly. "I call bullshit" you raise your hands in defence "Hey! fuck you Healy, I'm not the one who shagged half the staff my PGCE year" you joke back to him, he laughs and knocks back a drink remembering the training year you worked together. "Okay, I'll do another one, never have I ever, WANTED to sleep with a colleague" he winks at you, you can't help but watch the smirk on Ross's face as he takes a sip of his drink and everyone at the table cheers. "What! I was just thirsty!" He looks down to you and winks, you feel your entire body flush, a heat rises through you. His hand slid it's way onto the top of your thigh just below where your skirt had ridden up to, sending another round of shockwaves through you. The bell rings out through the bar, calling in last orders and you take that as your time to leave, most of the guys had run up to the bar to get more drinks before you could even say goodbye. You say farewell to George and go to say goodbye to Ross but he is standing along with you, "I'm gonna make sure you get home safely" grabbing his jacket from the booth escorting you out of the pub. "Ross you don't have to, I'm just gonna jump in a cab I'll be fine" as soon as you step outside your body shivers, not even a second later he's wrapping his jacket around your shoulders engulfing you in his warmth once again. "And that's exactly why I wanna take you home, I know you don't have a jacket, and I don't want you to get in a taxi all by yourself at 1am on a friday night...please, for my own peace of mind" you just nod and walk along the road to find the taxi rank.

The ride to your house is peaceful, you shared small talk, the pair of you playing with each others hands in the back of the car. The taxi driver asking for occasional directions as he neared your house. When he pulled up outside, Ross was first out the car, holding the door open for you, and paying the taxi driver. He walked you up to your door as you rooted through your bag for your keys, noticing the taxi had driven off, you let out a laugh, "do you wanna come in?" Ross's eyes lit up at the mention of stepping inside your house, he didn't want to appear to eager but he couldn't help himself. "Yeah, I'll call another taxi, and get out of your hair" you shook your head and let yourself through the front door, slipping off your shoes, Ross follows suit, he takes in everything before his eyes. Lots of house plants, many books upon dark wooden book shelves, just as he imagined. He follows you into the kitchen and smiles to himself when he sees his shirt neatly folded on top of a pile of your washing next to the washing machine. He could get used to seeing his clothes mixed with yours, the domesticity warming his soul. "Can I get you a drink? soft or alcoholic?" you turn to him eyebrows raised. "What are you having?" he queries lips curling upwards. "Well I was gonna have rum and coke but that all depends on you, Mr Macdonald?" you flirt tilting your head towards your drinks cabinet. He lets out a groan and throws his head backwards, your words unintentionally running straight to his cock. He takes a step towards you and places his hands firmly on your hips, digging his fingers into the fabric of your skirt. "You can't call me Mr Macdonald and think there won't be any consequences" he grumbles lowly backing you into your kitchen counters. "Oh I'm sorry what would you prefer, just Sir?" you quip sarcastically, adoring the attention you were getting. He emits subdued grunt before reaching round under your thighs, lifting you and placing you a top the counter, your eyes were now level, your arms rested on his shoulders, hands stroking through his long hair gently, as his hands gripped your waist. "Why do you have to tease me constantly?" he questions almost pained as he searches your eyes for hesitation, he finds none. "I don't know what you mean?" you ask softly, "you waltz around school in your pretty dresses, everyone adores you, you light up every room you walk into, every small, minute thing you do has this crazy effect on me and it makes me feel like I'm going insane. Then today you just started taking off your god damn shirt and I don't know how I didn't pounce on you because, because my God you're beautiful." his tone was hushed and his face inched closer and closer towards yours as he spoke. Your breath hitched in your throat as his lips grazed yours, soft and smooth, in contrast to his beard tickling your chin. You had enough of him testing the waters and pulled him by the back of his neck into you fully. His lips tasted like the Guinness he had been drinking, you don't usually like the taste but on him you would drink it a thousand times over. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth making you moan, a sound Ross felt he had waited years to hear.

His hands moved around from your waist, hips thighs, not able to settle on a spot, the realisation that this was really happening sinking in, finally one hand coasts to your bum and pulls you flush against his front, the heat between your legs pooling as you feel him hardening beneath your touch, he moves his hips against you, working to get some friction, the pair of you like some horny teenagers dry humping each other in your kitchen. As he thrusts forwards once more your head falls back, eyes closing at the feeling, he lifts his face to watch yours contort with pleasure, a sight he has only imagined since he first laid eyes on you. You lift your head up once more and open your eyes to find his already boring into yours. Your hands caress his face, as you look at him from your new height, appreciating him more, you tuck his hair behind his ears and lean forwards to give him a peck, slow and sensual. "Do you wanna go upstairs?" your voice is timid despite your actions, you really liked him and you didn't want to mess this up. "Are you sure babe?" your heart wretches at the new nickname, you just nod and lean in to kiss him once more before jumping down from the counter.

Ross aimlessly follows you through your house until you reach your bedroom. "it's a bit of a mess, I couldn't find anything to wear..." you draw out as you open the door, the lamp is still on, strewing warm light across the room. there is a small pile of clothes on the floor, makeup on top of your vanity but the room is clean, Ross smiles to himself imagining you stressing trying to find something to wear. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed and pulls you so you are straddling his lap. His eyes crinkle as he beams up at you, you smile back just as wide and smash your lips to his tired of the anticipation. You move feverish against each other, hot open mouth kisses, tongues fighting for dominance, his hands weave their way into your hair and one to your bum again pulling you to grind against him, the jeans he's donning giving you the most delicious friction. You both move fast against one another, he attaches his lips to your neck sucking and biting his way down to your collar bone where you let out a rather ravenous moan as he bit down on the skin. His hands work their way under the camisole you were wearing lifting the flimsy garment over your head, discarding onto the floor, he lets out a breath as he once again sees you in the delicate lace bra you were wearing this morning, only now paying much closer attention. His hands raise to cup your breasts through the fabric, palming them, leaning down and placing a kiss on each breast. "I've been thinking about this fucking bra all day..." he continues to shower your breasts with attention pulling the fabric down to reveal the skin underneath. he kisses the left nipple and you let out a sigh. "Not been able to concentrate on anything" he sucks the bud into his mouth biting it lightly watching as your mouth falls agape, he moves to the other, "I was supposed to do an observation of Jamie's year 11 lesson, and all I could think about was your fucking tits" he takes the other bud into his mouth and you roll your hips into his. He grunts and moves backwards placing another kiss on your lips, hand cupping your cheek. "I don't think that's very fair of you teasing me like that now was it?" his condescending tone was enough to drive you over the edge. All you can do is shake your head and lean in for another kiss. Your hands fight to take off his shirt, as his rid you of your bra, finally. you stand as he begins to unbuckle his belt and pull off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and you very aware of his very large erection.

You unzip your skirt allowing it to fall to the floor, his eyes cascading down the length of your body, he admires the lacy underwear you have on as he drops to his knees in front of you and pulls them down your legs. He looks up at your eyes from his position on the ground as a pleading notion before devouring you. He takes your swollen bud into his mouth and sucks, then laps up the wetness, your fingers entrap his locks pulling at the roots, he moans into your mound, hooking an arm under your thigh and looping it over his shoulder so he can get closer to you, his tongue lays flat against your opening choaked out moans falling from your mouth. He laps up the juices sucking and kissing in his wake, you feel a fire building up inside you, bubbling throughout your entire body. You tug on his hair pulling his face back to look up at you, his well groomed beard coated in your essence. He smiles and places a kiss on your inner thigh, you stroke the side of his face, admiring every line and freckle that sports the skin. He gently places your leg back to the ground and stands back to his towering height.

Your lips meet once again tongues clashing and it's dizzying, you give him a soft nudge until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he sits and brings you to straddle him once more, the feeling of him fully erect in his boxers pressing against you makes your head spin, your hands glide along his chest down to his abdomen, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. Eyes meeting briefly to ask for permission, he simply nods his head and leans forward to place a tender kiss on your neck, his hips raise of the bed, you with him, as you tug the attire down his hips, he kicks them the rest of the way down, a breathy gasp leaves your lips as he springs free, slapping against his stomach. You weren't sure he would fit, taking him in your hands your pump the member a few times, feeling him throb in your palm, you swipe your thumb over the tip collecting his precum, smearing it around, he lets out a glutaral groan at the mere feeling of your hands, he wasn't sure he could handle much more. His teeth bit down on the base of your neck, hard and warning. "What did I tell you about teasing? huh?" You sigh and draw back, looking innocently into his eyes, you shrug and continue to tug on his member, causing him to laugh. "Do you have a condom?"

"I'm on the pill, I want to feel you, if it's okay with you, I'm clean..." your voice was soft trembling towards the end of the sentence. He had never been more certain of anything in his life, "me too" leaning forwards to connect your lips once more. You raised your hips, his penis still in your hand, the other grasping onto his broad shoulder for leverage as you lined him up at your entrance. You both sigh as the tip slips in, stretching you out as you sink further and further down, when you are fully seated his head drops to lay on your chest, basking in the feeling of your warmth clenching around him. You rest your head on top of his, his arms encasing themselves around you, clinging onto your back, they gently settle on your hips giving you a loving squeeze, a sentiment that makes your heart flutter. You pull back and attach your lips, raising your hips and allowing them to fall, setting a rhythmic pattern. Your hands land on Ross strong shoulders for balance, his own hands clawing at the skin of your hips, bruising the squashy flesh as he helps lift you up and down. You started off slow, feeling every inch of him penetrating you deep within, rocking your hips back and forth creating a beautiful friction that lit the fire in your belly. "Ross" you moaned out his name like it was a prayer, a mantra, over and over again, every time you rolled your hips, he could swear he would snap right then and there, he leaned back against the bed watching you, as you bounced yourself up and down on his shaft. His lips curled upwards into a sly smile as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "You're doing so good my sweet girl, making me feel so good" his words of encouragement only spur you on, you push back on his shoulders so he is lying back on the bed and sit up, rapidly bouncing feeling the knot tighten in your stomach, Ross's hands reach up, one clasping your left breast in his hand, the other pushing into your stomach, you moan at the feeling lulling your head back. He sits back up and attaches his mouth to yours swallowing your moans. His hips raise, thrusting with you, helping to guide your movements as they begin to slack. "Such a good girl" the praise rings through your ears like bells, sending tingles to every nerve ending in your body. "Ross I- I" you can't get your words out with how breathless you have become.

A sheen of sweat covering your bodies as you ricochet on top of him. "I know baby, you're doing so well, I want you to cum for me, can you do that?" one of his large hands caress the side of your face, brushing the hair sticking to the side of your face out the way, as he stares into your soul with his cocoa eyes. You nod and speed up, if that was even possible, the action earning a loud grunt of your name from Ross, the hand once holding your face slid its way down to your clit, assaulting it with harsh circles, you cry out as the knot only tightens, begging to be snapped. His thumb continues to press and knead the bud as you mewl away like a kitten above him. You grab his face and smash your lips together as the knot finally snaps, exploding a million electrolytes across your body, you scream Ross's name into his mouth, the contracting of your walls around him enough to spill him over the edge. You feel the warmth collecting inside your walls and dripping out down, the sounds of the liquids sloshing together were pornographic. Your movements finally slow down, riding out your highs but staying there connected together. Your head resting on his shoulder. He places gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck, holding you close as your body falls limp against him. Your breath was ragged only calming down now Ross's hands caress across your body. "You did so well baby, such a good girl for me, better than I ever imagined" He stands with you still connected, holding under your bum, and turns so you're on your back on the bed, he gently pulls out, you gasp at the feeling of emptiness.

He walks to your ensuite bathroom fetching a warm washcloth, coming back to clean the obscene mess between your legs, he smirks as your legs shake at the sensitivity. After discarding the washcloth he crawls into bed next you, pulling the quilt up over your bodies. "Is this okay?" he asks while putting an arm around you, you giggle leaning into him, breathing in his intoxicating scent once more, placing a hand on his chest, stroking over the soft skin. "You were inside me two minutes ago and now you're asking if it's okay to cuddle, I think we're past that Ross" you smile up at him sarcastically. "I meant is it okay for me to stay? do you want me to go home?" for the first time tonight its his voice that faulters, afraid of your answer. "I would never ask you to leave" He pulls you in for another kiss, sweet and short, but sentimental all the same.

Monday rolls around too fast for your liking, Ross had to leave relatively early Saturday morning to get on with lesson plans, as did you, and you couldn't help but crave his presence. You stand in the staff room listening to the morning briefing not paying too much attention, Adam stands next to you along with the music department, and across the room is Ross, his eyes trained on you as you giggle at something Adam whispers to you, a pang of jealousy courses through his veins. Briefing was over and you expected Ross to come and say his usual chipper 'hello' but he doesn't, he grabs his things and heads straight out the door before giving you a second look.

You can't help the disappointment brewing in your heart. Maybe he regretted his actions Friday night and wants to forget about them. You silently sulk to yourself and wander to your form room for the start of the day. Your lessons fly by this morning, the anxiety slowly bubbling up through the day, it got to lunchtime and you had to distract yourself from your own brain, taking a wander down the corridor you find George and Matty in their office, they were messing around on the piano together not noticing you walk in. "knock knock" you announce yourself into the room, sitting cross legged on top of one of the unoccupied desks. Their heads pop up both smiling widely at you, "Hey flasher" Matty calls back to you, you let out a small laugh letting your head fall. He notices your eyebrows furrow and lack of a retort and comes and sits next to you on his desk. "What's up y/n? no snarky comment, that's not like you?" he jokes placing an arm around your shoulder, sensing your mood. "I'm fine, just a bit down today I guess" you fiddle with your hands in your lap, George turns around in his chair, now facing the pair of you. "Does this have something to do with the fact that a certain History teacher hasn't been drifting up and down this corridor at all today?" George tilts his head to the side as he quizzes you. The sigh you emit is telling enough, Matty's arm around you only tightens, pulling you more into his side, George moves from the piano and comes to take a seat in front of the pair of you.

"Wanna tell us what happened?" Matty tries to find your eyes but you sink further into yourself. "What and wait for it to go round the entire faculty and student body by home time... no thanks" Matty just laughs and removes his arm from around you, shuffling on the desk so he can sit opposite you and look into your eyes. "Mate, we may like to wind you up, but we're not the gossips, you know that's the old bag Mrs Collins in Ross's department that likes to spread the rumours not us... so come on, anything you say will stay right here in this very office" You give him a half smile and then a warning look to both he and George.

"Okay fine, but you have to promise not to tell!" They both as if on que put their pinkie fingers outstretched to yours, interlocking them all for a moment, before carrying on. "So Ross took me home on Friday night" both men shared a shit eating grin on their faces, nodding their heads for you to continue. "And we slept together" Matty lets out a squeak like a teenage girl, which earns a slap on the arm from you. "And it was amazing, he stayed the night and left Saturday morning, and everything was seemingly okay, but then this morning in briefing he wouldn't even look at me... it's just made me feel like shit, I don't know if I did something wrong, or if he was just trying to get into my pants but now I feel like crap" you didn't notice the tears that start falling from your eyes, and now they have started they won't stop. You huff out a breath, feeling stupid for thinking you could have it all. Matty's arm is back around you, rubbing up and down your back, and George holds one of your hands. "Oh mate, trust me, Ross really likes you, he's probably thinking the exact same thing as you" You look to Matty and George for reassurance George nodding at Matty's words. Even though they were in different departments, the three of them were close, often hanging out.

You didn't realise that Ross, feeling stupid for his actions this morning was on his was to your office to beg forgiveness, when he heard the soft cries coming from the music office, he looked through the crack in the door to see you sitting hunched over, tears streaming down your cheeks, lips puffy and pouting, and Matty and George sitting comforting you. The sight broke his heart in two. He taps three times on the door, opening it with a creak, you immediately sit up straight and wipe your tears away. "Hey Y/n, do you mind if we talk in your office?" his voice almost failing him, you nod, and slide off Matty's desk, leaning in to give the boys quick group hug whispering a 'thank you' in their ears. You walk over to Ross who holds the door open for you, you slide under his arm walking through the door. He follows you in silence until you get to your office. You close the door behind you, and both stand there in silence, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Why were you crying?" Ross is the first to speak. you sigh and look to the ground once more, not finding your words, your shoes suddenly becoming very interesting. His fingers find your chin and raise your head so you meet his eyeline. "Hey, was it because of me?" you bit your lip and furrowed your brows nodding twice, "Only because we haven't spoken today, it's silly, but it made me feel like you might regret what happened at the weekend?" You look up to him with pleading eyes, one of his hands clambers around your neck, the other around your waist, pulling you into his chest, he kisses the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your shampooed hair.

"I'm sorry, I saw you in briefing with Adam joking around and it made me angry, it was stupid and I shouldn't have ignored you" he sighs out, finally telling you the truth, you smile up to him laughing. "You know Adams married with a kid right?" you giggle. "Yeah I know, but it still pissed me off, blame my brain not me, so can I make it up to you?" he looks down to you, pretty bearded face smiling, his eyes have a certain glimmer in them. "What do you have in mind?" You reply cheekily beaming up at the man. "How about dinner and round two at my place on Friday?" He laughs leaning down pulling you in for a kiss, your tongues are entangled. Hands combing into his man bun, when suddenly the door opens wide, "Miss can I borrow- oh -" You both jump apart from each other smoothing out your dress, Ross fixing his hair as you look wide eyed at the student stood in shock in front of you. "Hi Mr Macdonald... Uh Miss S/n, can I please borrow your book on Brecht?" Alison was a year 12 girl, lovely, but she had a big mouth. You reach behind you on your desk and find a copy of the book handing it over to the sixth former, she smiles at you awkwardly, giving Ross the same smile. muttering a 'thank you' as she left. Ross snorted as the door closed and you slapped your hand over your mouth laughing uncontrollably. Ross pulled you into him again, still laughing, "Well I better make you Mrs Macdonald if we're gonna get caught by students doing that" he laughs, "Alright Ross don't get ahead of yourself, let's just start with dinner yeah?" You bite your lip before pulling him in for another kiss, sealing the deal.

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jongseongsnudes · 11 months

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eighteen.

warning: 👻👻👻👻 1k words.

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“so our class president is really late for once?” your best friend chuckles, her brows raised questioningly after you and haruto had walked in together after lunch, “so... why were you with haruto? we’re on haruto’s team now are we?”

“n- no! the... the principle just wanted to talk to me and haruto. since he’s... new.”

you can’t help but gaze around the classroom, only to lock eyes with niki who was already glaring your way. like he had been since you sat down at your desk.

“alright class, we’re going to work on those exercises i gave out earlier,” the teacher says as he settles at his desk, “class president can you and... niki, since you love to sleep so much in my class anyway, go grab the new textbooks from the storeroom please?”

you’re surprised by the teacher’s choice but nonetheless, you follow the team captain out towards the corridor, trailing a few steps behind him thanks to the differences in your leg lengths.

he doesn’t speak to you the entire way, not even when you’re both inside the storeroom located at the end of an empty hallway. it’s a place you rarely get to visit, thankfully, because not only was it far away from everything but the only source of light inside barely ever did its job.

thankfully it did today.

while niki stood by the door, seemingly unbothered, you busily search for the correct textbooks because revisiting was not something you wanted. especially with the old legends attached to this place, stories of unexplainable things happening inside.

and now here you are, standing right inside of it.

“where is it where is it where is it...” you’re a mumbling mess, your poor mind praying you’d find the thing faster but to no prevail, “come on where is it...”

niki must’ve sensed your lack of luck, the boy coming over on his own to help you, letting the heavy door slam shut with a thud. you jump to the sound, your heart almost jumping out of your throat at the loss of natural light from outside.

but then you have something else to worry about... the sudden closeness between you and niki. you know it shouldn’t have affected you so much, but it did.

“where were you this morning?”

you’re almost certain that he’s irritated at something, his tone blunt and much lower compared to how he spoke to you yesterday.

“i... was doing something for the principle,” you manage to lie through your teeth, having already used the same excuse a minute earlier, “why?”

silence overtakes you both as the boy continues scanning the shelf, seemingly finding the correct words to say and to be fair, so were you.

“i was... i was just wondering. can’t i ask a simple question!”

“w- why are you screaming at me nishimura!”

“i’m not! i was just... worried when you didn’t come to class!” the face he makes after tells you just how surprised he is at his own confession.

“well i’m fine,” you wanted run away with how much you were stuttering, awkwardness now filling the air. so you do what you’re good at, attempt to run, “i don’t think the textbooks are here... we should go back.”

you’re immediately by the door to leave... but it doesn’t open.

while you gradually freak out, niki walks over to attempt it himself. but it still doesn’t open.

he tries several more times, gripping the handle with full force to no prevail. every second that passes adds to your growing worries but the fact that your phone is in your bag... sends you on complete overdrive.

“no my phone! where’s yours niki!”

“relax,” the boy sighs for the hundredth time while reaching into his pocket, only to also make a face, “i left mine in class.”

oh how cliché.

the start to every high school horror movie.

“oh god we’re stuck in here! we’re stuck!”

“calm down miss class president, someone will-”

“no!” you’re already banging on the door, completely frantic, “we’re stuck-”

“calm down!” he suddenly cups both of your cheeks as he yells, in an attempt to keep you calm but it’s ironically doing the complete opposite. your poor heart is beating even faster than before, making you want to melt at his touch.

you don’t want to look directly at him but his hands prevented anything otherwise. unfortunately.

“breathe... someone will come eventually. okay?”

perhaps it’s his voice and the soft look in his eyes that has you weirdly calm, your heart no longer thrashing. neither were you nervous about where you’re currently standing.

it had been a crazy 24 hours to say the least. from shopping for niki’s crush, to finding out the crush was your best friend, to getting stuck in the so called haunted storeroom with the team captain himself.

but after everything, you’ve become certain of one thing. your crush on niki nishimura. but that’s all it could ever be, a simple crush on the boy who could potentially be your best friend’s boyfriend.

“i saw you with eunji in the morning... and the gift bag. you should’ve told me she’s the one you liked, i would’ve picked out better things at the store.”

“you can’t possibly be that stupid?”

“wait- why am i stupid-”

your words are interrupted as niki leans in, his face now merely a breath away from yours. maybe you’ve been a little delusional here and there, maybe you’ve even been crazy but right now, you knew everything in front of you... was real.

the boy had closed the gap completely, pressing his lips onto yours.

niki nishimura was kissing you.

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padfootagain · 1 year

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The Cockroach

Hi ! Here is another request for my Comeback Event! This request was sent by @that-bwitch : ‘Carole, hi! Hopped on tumblr, saw that you’re back to writing and became very very happy :) Hope you’re still taking event requests. I would love me some Sirius Black with Professor AU and an angry love confession. All the best xx’.

Thank you for your request! I hope you like what I’ve written for you :)

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: nothing… just some adorable fluff and a jealous Sirius. Professor AU + angry love confession

Summary: Sirius and you have been getting closer and closer while teaching at Hogwarts together, but none of you seemed ready to take the first step to take your relationship further. However, the arrival of a new colleague might awaken some jealousy into one of you. Will it be enough for the two of you to finally act on your feelings?

Word Count: 3778

Sirius was staring at you from across the corridor.

He wished he could say that it was a rare occurrence, but it wasn’t. Actually, it was more and more common these days.

He lingered in the corridor, right before the door of his classroom, while his students entered. He lingered there, by the open door, just so he could look at you. Because you looked beautiful like this, bathing in the warm afternoon light coming in from the row of windows that ran down the corridor. You were walking with a quick pace, small and yet fast footsteps echoing through the hall. His entire body warmed up at the sight of the happy and friendly smile you offered him, hurrying towards him. His heart, especially, felt light and warm under his ribs. It skipped a beat, but Sirius didn’t mind. He merely smiled like a fool.

“Hello, Sirius!” you chimed, not slowing down your pace.

“Hello, Y/N. Late as always, I see,” he chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“What can I say? Hogwarts has a terrible architecture. Can you explain to me why my room is on the opposite side of the building compared to where my classroom is? Don’t you think it would be more practical if the two were, at the very least, in the same wing?”

“But then, you wouldn’t pass before my class so often. And I would hate to miss that view.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t refrain the smile that birthed on your lips, and Sirius was not fooled.

“Well, I reckon you have a class to give, Mr. Black,” you replied, finally coming to his level, and slowing down just enough to look at him in the eyes for a moment. “Your students seem to be waiting…”

Sirius smirked.

“I do indeed, have a class to give. And you still have three flights of stairs to climb…”

“Oh, shut it!”

Sirius merely laughed as you walked past him, his loud, merry laughter echoing through the hall. It sounded a little like a bark. You loved it. It was warm and infectious. It brought a smile to your lips you couldn’t refrain.

You merely hoped that he would never learn that for the past two years, you had refused to change rooms with your colleague teaching potions, because then, you would be much closer to your classroom…

… and you wouldn’t have to walk in front of Sirius’s class every day…

There was a new teacher in Hogwarts this year, and Sirius did not like him.

First, because he was replacing Remus who had dropped his position as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, to pursue some research in Canada. Canada. Ridiculous. Moony kept on repeating that it was only for a year, and that he would come back with brand new elements to add to his classes, and that it was important and lots of nonsense of the kind. So, the man replacing one of his best friends could not be, by definition, Sirius’s friend.

But then, there was also the fact that this new Professor Williamson was spending way, way too much time with you.

It was the end of October, on Halloween night, and the year was merely beginning. And Sirius was already planning on transforming this colleague of his into a cockroach, before squashing him under his boot.

The Cockroach, indeed, was talking to you again. As usual. On the long table set for the teachers of the school, Sirius sat right next to Minerva. Sirius had taken up her classes and responsibilities concerning Transfiguration and the Gryffindor House after she had become Headmistress. And along the years, he had truly become her right-hand man, hence his position around the dinner table. Although, Sirius liked to believe -and there was undoubtedly some truth in this statement of his- that she was simply very fond of her former student. He liked to play favourites, and even if McGonagall tried to deny it all, it was hard for her to hide her smiles before Sirius’s silliness. After all, she was fond of him…

You always sat next to Sirius, ever since that first day two years before when you arrived in Hogwarts, ready to teach Charms after Flitwick’s retirement. Sirius had welcomed you at the train station, he had showed you around and the pair of you had become inseparable ever since.

But now, everything was changing. Because now, next to you, was not seated Sirius’s best friend, but Leo Williamson. And Sirius hated his guts.

He rolled his eyes as he overheard the man’s third terrible joke of the evening. He would have done anything to break the ban on firewhiskey set on the school. He so desperately needed a drink…

He was already mad at the man, but Sirius choked on his water when he overheard Leo’s next words.

“What about we go to Hogsmeade together this weekend? I know a very good place to get dinner. It would be nice.”

A date… the Cockroach was asking you on a date.

Sirius hated himself for being unable to breathe as he waited for your answer, but he couldn’t help it.

“Oh, that would be nice! I can’t go this weekend, I won’t be at Hogwarts because someone in my family is getting married. But perhaps we can do this another day.”

Sirius held his fork so tightly he started to bend the tip.

You had not said ‘no’. It was a mere ‘later’.

Did you like that guy? Did you really like the Cockroach?

Next to Sirius, McGonagall struggled not to laugh at Sirius’s reactions.

He was silent for the remainder of the meal, but he waited for you to be done with your dessert anyway. Even if he wanted nothing but to be alone in his room for a while, he waited for you. He always did. He always walked to your room with you, crossing the castle just to listen to your voice for a little bit longer. It was worth the trouble.

His grey eyes settled on your merry features, and he couldn’t refrain a dreamy smile.

You were worth the trouble…

However, a higher authority must have decided that Sirius’s day would thoroughly be ruined, as Leo stood up to leave the hall with Sirius and you. And to be fair, the Marauder did not know how to react. He was simply so used to walk alone with you at night, crossing empty corridors together while you talked of silly things that he was at a loss for words when Leo followed you outside the Great Hall.

Sirius’s resolution to turn this man into an insect was more and more tempting.

He would have preferred not to go to Azkaban though, so he refrained his urge to annihilate the man who walked by your side. Instead, he followed the two of you in silence, a few steps behind, glowering at Leo.

He wanted to make this man pay so much…

He was ready to punch him in the face when Leo complimented your haircut.

Sirius couldn’t really blame him though, you did look dashing now, hair a little dishevelled after a long day. But then, you were always absolutely gorgeous…

Still. The Cockroach needed to be taught a lesson, and what better plan than to perform a little prank?

Sirius was Padftoot after all. He was part of the legendary Marauders. It was true that he was now a teacher, but still, he could surely pull up a decent prank that would make his rival look absolutely ridiculous. And Sirius would be delighted at the sight.

You walked further down a couple of corridors, and then Sirius had the perfect idea. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of that before, actually. He was getting old, for sure. His mischievous reflexes were slowing down…

As you walked through a larger corridor, the passage was decorated for Halloween, with cobwebs, candles and carved pumpkins hovering high above the ground, near the ceiling.

One of the pumpkins down the corridor had a particularly vicious expression. Perfect. It was exactly what Sirius had in mind…

As discreetly as possible, Sirius took his wand out of his pocket. He didn’t need to speak the spell out loud though, he was talented enough at non-verbal magic to ensure that the pumpkin would fall right onto the professor’s head…

He would have been lying if he had claimed that he didn’t enjoy it. He felt like a teenager all over again. The rush of adrenaline was the same, he almost expected for Remus or James to peer into the passage from an alcove to watch the prank unfold.

He tried to hide the movements of his wrist as he flicked his wand, but it was unnecessary anyway, you and Leo were still chatting and you didn’t seem to be paying much attention to Sirius. Still, he tried to hide his movements as he guided the carved pumpkin towards the middle of the corridor, right on Leo’s path. It was hovering near the ceiling, and Sirius added another spell to make the orange vegetable a little softer, making sure that it would break upon his rival’s head.

Only a few more steps for the teacher to take, and he would be right under the pumpkin… oh… he would lose all of his sex appeal once covered with orange food. Sirius couldn’t wait to see this…

He counted, needing to release the pumpkin from his levitating spell at the right time.

Three.

Two.

One…

Another flick of his wrist, and Sirius made the pumpkin fall right on top of Leo’s head.

It crashed onto the professor in a thud, spilling some gooey food all over him. Sirius exploded with laughter at the sight. Leo had bits of orange vegetable in his hair and covering his shoulders, and the candle that had been inside the pumpkin had burned a hole in the teacher’s robes as it fell to the ground. When Leo turned to Sirius with a glare and clenched fists, all the mischief maker could do was to double with laughter, crying at how ridiculous his rival looked.

That was a good one. He would have to tell Remus everything about it.

He finally turned to you, expecting to find you laughing as well, but instead you seemed… worried…

Why were you worried?

“Leo, are you okay?”

The professor turned towards you again.

“Sure, I’m alright just… dirty.”

“I don’t know what happened… I…”

But Leo glowered at Sirius again. Oh, he knew what had happened… and Sirius gave him an innocent look that actually revealed how guilty he was.

“It’s nothing, I’m sure,” Leo mumbled. “I’ll just… call it a night, I guess. I reckon that I need a shower.”

You followed his gaze to look at Sirius, and he gave you a smile. He didn’t get why you glared at him all of a sudden.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” said Leo.

“Yes, good night. I… I’m sorry this happened. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“No, no… I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before you could add anything, Leo was walking away.

“Good night, Leo!” Sirius shouted after him, a satisfied grin on his lips.

He was chuckling when he turned to you again, but the look of anger on your face made him fall silent instantly.

“What?” he asked with a frown.

“Did you do that?”

Your voice was trembling with anger now. You were mad, clearly. Sirius’s frown deepened.

“What makes you think that?” he defended himself.

But you were not fooled.

“I don’t know, Sirius. You do have a reputation from when you were a student here. And it is the first time that I hear about a pumpkin falling on its own!”

“Oh, come on now! Don’t be like that! Have you seen his face? It was hilarious!”

“I don’t find it funny.”

“Come on, no one got hurt! It was an innocent prank.”

“So, you do admit that you’re the one who sent this pumpkin falling on his head!”

“Yes! Yes, alright! I did it! I admit it! I plead guilty! Happy now?” Sirius fought back, raising his voice now as he opened his arms wide.

“Merlin! How old are you, Sirius? 12?” you asked, and your voice was getting louder as well.

You could feel that the situation was getting out of hand, that you both were losing your cool… but you couldn’t help it… you were too angry.

“Why are you so mad? It was just a joke!” Sirius asked, and he still seemed confused before your reaction.

“He could have been hurt! These pumpkins are heavy!”

“I made it softer, it was perfectly safe.”

“Did you plan that?”

“How could I have planned that, I didn’t know this Cockroach would walk with us tonight.”

“Cockroach? Seriously?”

You heaved a frustrated sigh, clenching your jaw.

“You are unbelievable. Immature. A pain in the arse, Sirius.”

“Well, thank you for the compliments,” he replied wryly.

“Why are you being so mean to Leo, anyway? He’s very nice, you know?”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“He is,” you insisted. “And you’ve been insufferable around him ever since the beginning of the year! Why?”

Sirius shrugged. How could he answer that? He couldn’t tell you that he was jealous. That he liked you. That he… that he loved you, actually. And that it drove him crazy to have a rival, because he wasn’t sure how to tell you how he felt and he needed time to gather his courage, and what if you pushed him away if he talked to you and…

He forced his mind to quieten again. He had to remain calm. He had to carefully choose his words now…

“I simply don’t like him. It happens. Can’t love everybody, you know?”

“Stop lying.”

Your voice was lower again, but now it was deadly cold. And he hated it. He preferred when you were almost shouting at him. Because this… this sounded distant and emotionless and he hated it…

He winced.

“I… I don’t like him, okay? Now, it isn’t a big deal. Was it immature? Probably. Was it stupid? Maybe. But I didn’t hurt the guy or do anything serious…”

“That was mean!”

“Yes, well, I was pissed, okay? Sorry if I have human emotions every once in a while!”

His voice had risen again, and his anger was growing at each passing second. All of this was ridiculous…

“It was uncalled for!” you fought back, your tone and anger matching his again. “He didn’t do anything! What were you even mad about?”

“His existence.”

“Oh, come on! What did he do to piss you off like that?”

“Nothing…”

“STOP LYING!”

This time you had not merely raised your voice, you were shouting. You were shouting at him, and Sirius wasn’t sure how to handle that. He had never heard you screaming like this. You seemed truly upset…

He could feel his heart beat faster and faster and he wasn’t certain if it was out of anger or discomfort; but he hated it, of that he was certain. He didn’t want you to be so angry against him he wanted you to… he wanted to…

He heaved a frustrated sigh, shrugging.

“It was a stupid prank,” Sirius answered, struggling to keep his voice quieter, calmer than your tone, in an attempt to calm you down too. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think much before doing it. But it was merely a prank. I didn’t hurt him, he’s perfectly fine. Only his ego got a little bruised, and honestly, considering how condescending he can be, I reckon I’ve actually done something good for the entire community tonight.”

But you shook your head at him, taking a step closer.

“Why did you do that? Why, Sirius?”

“You are insufferable with all your questions!” snapped Sirius, trying to take a step back, but you grabbed his sleeve.

He was about to break, and he knew it. Because there was something a little desperate in your gaze, and if you kept on pushing him to talk, Sirius knew that he would tell you everything and he couldn’t… he couldn’t lose you…

“Why?”

“I told you, I don’t like him.”

“Why?”

“Y/N…”

“WHY?”

“BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU!”

He ran a hand in his long dark hair in frustration, before looking at you again.

“Because he’s constantly flirting with you, and he… and you were ready to go on a bloody date with him!”

He turned around, struggling to calm down. He threw his head back and took a deep breath.

“Why would you be upset by that?” you asked, but this time there was no anger in your voice. Still, it was trembling.

Sirius let out a wry laugh.

“What do you think?” he rhetorically asked, shaking his head, his back still to you. “What do you think, Y/N? Why do I walk with you after every meal when my chambers are on the opposite side of the castle? Why do I spend so much time with you? Why would I be jealous?”

He turned to you again, and you could see that he hated himself for telling you all this. It was written there, in his grey eyes; they seemed almost as hard as granite now, and yet there was also sorrow tainting his gaze when he looked at you.

“I like you, Y/N,” he went on through gritted teeth. “I like you, and this jerk is there, flirting with you and asking you on dates and…”

He heaved a sigh, and he seemed tired, all of a sudden.

“You’re going to hate me now, right?”

He closed his eyes, before running his hand across his face.

“I’m sorry, okay? Let’s just… forget all this happened.”

“You like me?”

Sirius finally looked at you again. You didn’t seem angry anymore. You seemed… confused. But then, there was something else that shone in your eyes that looked like hope…

Sirius had spoken too much already, anyway. Might as well confess it all. He had ruined everything already…

“Actually… I feel something… a little stronger than that. But yeah… I guess you can put it that way,” he answered, his gaze lost in your eyes.

Your lips slightly parted in shock. He didn’t know what to make of your gesture.

“I know you don’t feel the same, it’s okay,” he went on.

But you shook your head.

“I… Yes. Okay. Yes.”

Sirius quirked an eyebrow.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Yes, I want to go on a date with you. Saturday night?”

He stared at you, aghast… completely taken aback.

“Wh… what?”

“Oh no… the wedding… you could come with me to the wedding?”

Sirius blinked a couple of times. You were looking at him with wide eyes, you seemed out of breath and terribly nervous but… there was no trace of anger, or sadness left in your gaze.

Sirius tried his hardest to wrap his mind around what your words meant.

“You… you want me to take you on a date?”

“Yes.”

“At your friend’s wedding?”

“Why not?”

“So… you would be taking me on a date, then.”

“Oh… yeah, I guess so.”

“At your friend’s wedding.”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely not.”

He saw you panicking, and hurried to go on.

“I am taking you on a proper date. One that doesn’t involve dozens of people I don’t know around. One that does not involve anyone but us. Tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow? It’s Wednesday.”

“And? We’re teachers, we don’t have a curfew.”

“Right… that’s true.”

“Then… I’ll take you on a date, tomorrow night. 7pm? I’ll drop by your room?”

“Okay.”

“Great.”

The two of you stared at each other for a while, not certain to fully comprehend what had just happened and transpired between the two of you. It was nice though. An excellent news for sure. And you wished you could be smart enough and mysterious enough to hide the truth, but you were too upset at that moment, too happy as well, too excited, too shocked…

“I’m in love with you, by the way.”

His eyes grew round, and you were certain that he would push you away this time. It was one thing to confess that you liked someone, and it was another entirely to confess that you loved them…

You could feel tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

“I’m sorry… I… I shouldn’t have said that…”

But before you could add another word, Sirius had taken the three steps that separated the two of you, was holding your face with both his hands, and was crashing his lips to yours.

And by Merlin’s beard it was one hell of a kiss…

You lost your fingers through his dark hair once you were able to react and kiss him back, after the first shockwave had passed. He brushed his thumbs across your cheeks, making your heart flutter. And Merlin, his lips against yours, and the taste of his tongue on yours…

When the two of you finally broke the kiss, you were both breathless, dizzy, heads spinning and hearts pounding.

When you opened your eyes once more, it was only to be lost into Sirius’s grey stare.

He struggled to swallow, you saw his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

“I… I love you too, by the way,” Sirius whispered, but you heard him loud and clear.

Your lips broke into a wide grin.

“You do?”

“Of course, I do…”

You giggled, you couldn’t help it. This whole situation was surreal. He finally wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him while you rested your temple against his jaw.

“Can I ask you something?” he whispered, and you silently nodded to let him continue. “Were you really thinking about going on a date with the Cockroach?”

You laughed.

“Stop calling him like that!”

“The nickname suits him.”

“No, it doesn’t. And no, I wouldn’t have gone on a date with him.”

“Really?”

“Obviously. I mean… why do you think I’m keeping my room on the opposite side of the castle compared to where my classroom is? Because then I have to walk before your class every day, and it gives me a good excuse to see you, even if it’s just for a minute… Why would I go on a date with anyone but you, then?”

Sirius grinned. You didn’t recall seeing such a bright smile on his face before.

“You really are going to be the death of me…”

But before you could argue, he was kissing you again, and you didn’t complain…

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