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soullessdianthus · 8 months

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝!𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

A/N: I picture him in his early 40s in this, daddy is a state of a mind, no? Can you imagine having such an older man as König taking care of you? UNDER THE SAME ROOF??? I WOULD UGH-- (´ཀ`」 )

Also, my requests are open again! You can send it here!

Warnings: manipulation, slight yandere?, naive!reader, dear jesus bunch of nasty smut (voyeurism, somnophilia, fingering, spanking, daddy kink)

Poorly translated German, correct me if needed!

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✧°. König’s schedule throughout the months was irregular. Sometimes he would stay at home for a few weeks and then go on a three month deployment. Another couple of days at home and another “work trip”.

✧°. And his home was left behind unattended, food in the freezer going to waste, dust covering his favorite armchair. König had a guest bedroom, so why wouldn’t he rent the spare room to someone, who would keep an eye on the house while he’s gone?

✧°. The price and location was tempting, so you reached out to the landlord for more details – you were a college student, who wanted something more independent than living with her parents.

✧°. König took a quick look at your profile picture and accepted the deal, because girls like you shouldn’t cause any problems, right? No parties, no boys invited over. You seemed to be a well behaving girl.

✧°. But his struggles only truly started when you finally moved in. König would find the return to the house more thrilling than ever.

✧°. To show your gratitude to the man who took you in, you kept the house clean with no sign of dust or webs. On a regular basis you were baking cakes or cookies, so the aroma of the pastry filled the rooms. Little did you know that it only fed the housewife fantasy of your landlord.

✧°. König would take less hours at his work and preferred to fill the reports (or any other documentation) from the home office. Just so he could observe you shuffling through the house wearing those sweat or biking shorts. Skimpy material rolling up the curve of your plump, young ass.

✧°. Each time you passed the living room where he was working, you sent him a cute smile. You were just trying to be polite!

✧°. König would try to spend as much time with you as possible, even if that meant you weren’t able to finish your homework on time. :( You would watch some movies together or go grocery shopping. Quickly this thing between the two of you became more than just landlord and tenant dynamics. Although you were quite clueless, it was your first ever rental!

✧°. One evening, when you came back from late classes, you saw him sitting on a couch holding a glass of beer. Large thighs spreaded open as he kept watching the football game on the TV. And before you knew it, König pulled you onto his lap. He wanted you to watch the game with him!

✧°. “Sit nice and pretty here, ja?”

✧°. He pulled you so roughly against him, that you had to prop against his muscular chest, before your face was pushed into it.

✧°. “König, but I have to –”

✧°. “Sush, none of that. Now, show some gratitude to your host, schatzi.”

✧°. König certainly had more than one beer that evening, but you had none of the alcoholic beverages. You were highly aware when he started rubbing your hip and thigh and found it… really nice. Although, nothing more! It was just a friendly gesture, right?

✧°. You were so oblivious to his attraction towards you that his hardened length underneath your ass was a pair of keys in your naive mind.

✧°. Later that night, when you fell asleep in your bed (technically his), wearing only a shirt and panties, he came into your bedroom and jerked himself off right by your bedside.

✧°. König could only imagine how your pretty lips would wrap around his fat shaft, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. And do you know what fueled that imagination? You sucking on a cherry lollipop right in front of him earlier that day.

✧°. During the next week, he kept peeping at you when taking a shower or changing your clothes with the doors kept ajar. How silly of you, standing just in sight of such a perverted man as König.

✧°. It would only fuel his fantasies, when he continuously pumped his hips into his own palm covered in precum and his spit. König’s cock would twitch each time, when he imagined how divine it would finally feel to fuck your tight pussy sensless. His special, little guest.

✧°. König would welcome you with open arms, when you came back from the university one day, crying, because you didn’t pass one of your classes. But you were working so hard and you felt poorly about yourself now! :(

✧°. He would offer you to lay on a couch with him until you calmed down and you accepted, because König was such a good landlord!

✧°. You didn’t even protest when this innocent act of affection turned into dirty desires. He laid beside you, one hand stroking your wet cheek and the other wandering under your panties.

✧°. You gasped loudly, when he slid one finger inside of you, explaining to you it will help you relax. It shouldn’t, but it felt so good! You wanted to press your eyes together in shame, but König patted you cheek with his hand.

✧°. “Hey, hey, look at me, schätzchen. Yeah, that’s right, you feeling better now, yes?”

✧°. And you nodded your head, thoughts focused on that pleasurable feeling between your legs, when he added a second finger.

✧°. König wouldn’t talk much about what you two did on the couch, but he definitely became more open about his desires. Since you allowed him to fuck you with his fingers, König would place his big hands all over his precious roommate – shoulders, hips, thighs or a playful slap on the ass, when you were removing the cookies from the oven.

✧°. One night, you came back really late (definitely after the curfew) and really drunk. He had to help you walk to your bedroom, because you were stumbling all the time, you could have hurt yourself in that state!

✧°. You mumbled that you wanted to sleep, when König removed your clothes gently (only leaving you in your lacey, pink panties). He couldn’t believe how lucky he got, when you clung to his chest, searching for stability (in his eyes it was a reach for his attention).

✧°. König helped you get into your cozy bed and slipped under the covers beside you. This time, he didn’t need to do much as your drunken form quickly found the way to his bulky chest. You nuzzled your spinning head onto his warm body and dozed asleep.

✧°. König had to take a few deep breaths, when your plump, naked breasts got squeezed between your and his chest. He didn’t want to jerk off right then, perhaps, you might help him, when you wake up?

✧°. The next time you wanted to go to a club or simply for drinks with your friends, he stood there in the hallway with a strong hand placed onto the doors. König wasn’t letting you anywhere, you were supposed to spend time with him! :(

✧°. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

✧°. “Oh, like the last time? When you pulled me into your bed, schatzi? Naked?”

✧°. Your extremely tall and large landlord scolded you, twisting slightly the truth about your drunken state. But it was for your own good, why would you seek fun out there, when you had him in the reach of your hand?

✧°. Despite your age difference, older and more experienced König would definitely take his time with you.

✧°. “I–I…”

✧°. You let go, as embarrassment burned like a flame inside, then furiously went back to your room.

✧°. Later, König would come to you and offer a bear hug, which you politely accepted, because he was your good host. But still was a bit mad at him for refusing to let you have fun outside the house.

✧°. Soon enough, when he went for another deployment, you split on unclear terms. The colonel noticed you began acting bratty, disrespecting his house rules. But nonetheless left the home in your hands.

✧°. When he came back, unexpectedly a few days earlier, you were still at university. You were such a smart girl. <3

✧°. König couldn’t help himself but to rummage through your stuff. He sniffed your currently worn pajamas, looked at your books and then he opened the drawer with your underwear. To his surprise one specific object caught his attention. Could this be…?

✧°. You were surprised to see his massive, trekking shoes on the shelf, when you returned home that evening. You were even more surprised, when you noticed your landlord sitting in his armchair, playing with something between his thick fingers.

✧°. “My, my… I leave for a few weeks and you already behave so… shamelessly. I thought of you better, schätzchen.”

✧°. “I–I don’t know, what your talking about, I–”

✧°. OhmyGod

✧°. He was holding your bullet vibrator that was so small in his grasp!

✧°. “You didn’t even bother to hide this thing.”

✧°. He lied on purpose, but you played along that lie. Perhaps, because you were so embarrassed that he found your toy! How could you be so silly and leave it on display?

✧°. You rushed to take it out of his grasp, but he acted quicker than you. König pulled you into his wide lap, forcing you ass in the air. The hem of your tennis skirt rolled up, exposing your bum to your landlord!

✧°. “Seriously, a toy, schatzi? Were you really this needy? Maybe that’s why you failed your class, hm?”, he mocked your vulnerability.

✧°. Before you could even explain yourself to him, a loud smack echoed in the living room and a stinging pain on your bare ass blinded your thoughts. König continued to spank your plump bum until it turned red and you were sobbing incoherently.

✧°. He said disappointedly, “And I thought you were a grateful guest… All I did was for your good, you know that?”

✧°. He rubbed your irritated flesh for a minute, before continuing the punishment. König licked his lips, already knowing how you would show him how much you missed your caring landlord.

✧°. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, ja?”

✧°. “YES! Yes, I will! ‘m sorry!”

✧°. You agreed, face flustered in shame, when you felt how wet your panties had become. The Austrian bear lifted you up from his lap and made you straddle his large bulge, pressing onto the fabric of his cargo pants.

✧°. “Ride daddy nicely and I might forgive you, okay? Do you remeber what I told you, when you moved in? If you ever need anything, come to me. You’re a smart girl, you know I’m gonna take care of you, no?”

✧°. “Y-Yes, König. I know.”, you sobbed, his big palm wiping your tears away.

✧°. Quickly you forgot about all of his alarming and obsessive behavior, when he filled you with his fat cock. The delicious feeling of him stretching your little pussy, dwarfed all of your worries.

✧°. He was merciless that night, König didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size. Colonel’s strong hands gripped your hips and guided them to start moving. So you swayed your hips under that slutty skirt, you bought just for him. <3

#konig mw2 #konig cod #konig #konig x reader #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig x reader #König #perv!könig #perv!konig #perv!roommate!König

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pixystixx · 6 months

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Hi can you do 2023 bill kaulitz x 13 year old daughter reader where reader has a best friend who's a boy and is german-Lebanese and his name is hassan and he's tan and has Siren blue eyes and wears black glasses and he's quiet and calm and likes staring at the reader because it's his habit and he doesn't know English so the reader speaks German to him and Tokio hotel invites both of them to their rehearsal and while the boys are talking they notice the boy and reader being close to eachother like hugging and he's putting his head on her shoulder and laughing and the reader is doing something and he stares at her and the boys tell bill about both of them and what they're doing and bill goes protective mode and Georg tells him that they will get married when they grow up and (i ran out of ideas so you can make your own too)

My Little Girl

tysm for the request!! this one's kind of shortt, my bad. i'm running on four hours of sleep and i have to get up at 5 am tomorrow. lol

2023 Bill Kaulitz is f!reader's dad

Summary: You and your best friend Hassan go to your dad’s (Bill’s) band rehearsal. Your friend is very timid and quiet. During the rehearsal, you and Hassan hang out like you always do. You overhear Bill’s friends talking about how cozy you guys are with each other. Bill switches over to complete protective dad mode. (572 words)

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“Hassan!” you call out to your best friend, “Are you ready?” Hassan nods and smiles timidly at you. He follows you into the studio. Your dad, Bill, is already chatting with the other bandmates. His bandmates are Georg, with short, brown hair, Gustav, with even shorter, blonde hair, and Tom, with long, dark hair. Tom is Bill’s twin brother, so they'd look the same if it weren't for their drastically different styles. “We can sit over here,” you say, leading Hassan to two chairs.

The band is chatting quietly, and silence fills the air. “What music does your dad play?” Hassan asks, pushing his black glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“They used to play rock music, but they still do sometimes. They do a lot more pop songs now. I’ve played you some of their music before,” you ramble. While you talk, Hassan never breaks eye contact. His light-blue eyes stare into yours. It doesn’t bother you at all. He’s always done that. After you finish ranting about your dad’s music, they finally start working on a few songs.

“I forgot to do my math homework,” Hassan whispers, lips next to your ear. You laugh at him, and he frowns.

You pull him into a hug and say, “I’ll help you with it. Ms. Kendra gives the worst homework.” You keep your arms embraced around him for a bit. You release him from the hug and stick your tongue out at him. Hassan laughs again and lays his head on your shoulder.

“Y/N, do you want us to play your favorite song?” Bill asks, walking over to Hassan and you. You nod with a bright smile on your face. The band plays your favorite song, and you sing along with your dad. You dance around happily, and Hassan sits on the floor watching you. His eyes follow your every move.

Even though Hassan looks happily content on the ground, you walk over to him and grab his hands. You pull him up and make him dance with you. His cheeks turn pink since he’s shy. You continue forcing him to dance to the song.

Hassan and you sit back on the ground after dancing for a bit. You two are out of breath and laughing. He lays his head back onto your shoulder as you two laugh.

“Bill, look at your daughter and that boy,” Tom laughs, pointing at you guys. Bill turns his head and shifts to a shade of pink.

“They’re definitely going to get married in their twenties,” Georg chimes in. Bill shakes his head in denial.

“No! My daughter will forever be my little girl. No boy can marry her, not on my watch,” Bill explains, practically fuming, “She’s too young to be having crushes. They’re just close.”

You and Hassan start laughing at your dad’s overprotectiveness. Bill’s face is practically the color of his pink button-up shirt. Tom walks over to you guys and crouches down to sit next to you.

“Your dad might be a little overprotective, Y/N,” Tom smiles.

“I’m so not, Tom!” Bill argues, “I just love my little girl.”

“Dad, I’m 13 now!” you whine. Bill starts walking over towards you. Bill picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You erupt in laughter as he shakes you around.

“If I can still pick you up like this, you’re still my little girl.”

#bill kaulitz x you #billkaulitz #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x reader

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Being the Smartest Roy Would Include:

A/N: Loosely based off this Peaky Blinders headcanon I wrote ages ago. I love writing baby Roy!Sibling :)

Logan takes all the credit, of course

You were smart even as a baby

You playing consisted of matching colors and shapes, counting, naming all the right animals. You were speaking and walking and talking at such early rates, too. It was impossible not to notice or compare to your siblings

Your mother, the woman between Caroline and Marcia, brought you to doctors, unsure of what to do. Of course, they'd have to wait for you to get older to test your IQ, but there was a lot of good news. You were excelling at a rapid rate

You were given tutors young since you surpassed your peers with the smallest bit of effort. You were bored in your classes with your peers, so much so that you skipped a few grades a few times. By the time you were 8 you were already in a 5th grade class, 13 by the time you graduate High School . You were graduated from an Ivy League by the time you're 18 years old

Kendall was more than happy helping you with your homework, even if it was mostly pretend help with silly questions you got wrong on purpose

"Does that make sense?"

"Yup, thank you Ken."

His smile made it all worth it - even if you had to erase and fix his work after he left

Your language tutors taught you Mandarin, French, Italian, German, Spanish, and Russian. Languages are your favorite thing to learn. Your father is very proud when you can talk to investors, no matter how young you are, in their mother tongue

You like teaching your siblings as well

Shiv listens to you, go on and on about the different cases and grammar, and fun words you can teach her even if she's only half listening

"Do you wanna know how to say cat?"

"Sure."

"Gatta."

"Cool."

Despite your sister's tone, she really was proud of you. You worked hard, and you deserved all this recognition. Besides, you're something of a secret weapon for the family

Roman uses you as his own personal Siri. He asks you things you know, things he thinks you should know, any genius should know

"The meaning of life is complicated. . ."

"What good are you?"

Connor is in awe of you. He never really had the focus for school. It was never his thing, but you amaze him. He'd been reading to you since you were a baby. At first those playful baby books, but as you grew, the books got thicker and thicker until you wanted him to read War and Peace. He eventually had to give up, letting you read it on your own

"How many pages do you have left?"

"300. I'll be finished in an hour."

The older you grow, the more you realize your intelligence has saved you from your fathers wrath, especially when you compare your childhoods. You were never hit or slapped, Logan always treated you like an equal, or at least as close to an equal as he could manage. That created some issues in itself. . .

You were seven and already aware of the amount of money your father had, was making and losing, etc. Poor deals would keep you up at night, worried you'd lose everything and your father would blame you. Gently, you'd have to tell him not to take it, not wanting to make him mad. It was too much stress for a child

Connor tried his best to let you have a childhood. He took you and the rest camping, to the park, the playground. He took you out for ice cream on the weekend and played with real toys, not the educational kind, between classes and tutors. You could turn off your brain with him and just be a kid. It wasn't often that you got to

Being the youngest and the smartest creates some rifts between you and your brothers and sister

You know Kendall is named successor, but you have an awful feeling your father will take it back and give the title to you

You didn't want to run the company, you'd had too much say in it already. You were practically your fathers advisor from the time you were six. If anything, when he retired, you wanted to retire too

You wouldn't dare tell Logan this, of course

He'd call you lazy, stupid, question your intelligence and drive. That was your worst fear, was letting him down, like the rest of your siblings

You fear the only reason he even stands you is because of your mind, your brain, that if you had been born with an average intelligence he would want nothing to do with you

One night you ask your sister this, who tries her best to gently let you down

"Just be grateful you're as smart as you are, okay?"

Roman calls has you as "Baby Genius" in his phone

He has been working your entire life to make as many jokes as possible about your intelligence. You never get tired of them though, instead coming up with comebacks just as quickly

"Give it a break, Poindexter."

"At least I'm capable of chewing gum and walking at the same time, idiot."

He treats you like a person, which is all you've ever wanted. You never wanted special attention or treatment because you're so smart, you just want to be treated like normal

Your father, of course, wouldn't dare. He doesn't want to waste your time, your intelligence. You were born this way for a reason, and he will not put it to waste. He expects more from you

It's exhausting. Not just because your brain never stops, it's always working and worrying and overthinking, but also for the way you're expected to be and act and live from your parents

You're basically your mothers show dog - do some math problems, say something smart, get a treat, and then go back to your crate

Both your parents think your siblings are a bad influence on you

"Y/n, stop fooling around!"

"We were just laughing. . . "

"Well stop it."

Tom is constantly trying to one-up you, but you're just too smart. Not only with math and literature and languages, but art, music, politics, etc. When he talks stupid you can't help but correct him

Cousin Greg is constantly giving you math problems to do on the spot, which he then checks with a calculator to be sure

"What's the square root on 945,678?

"972.45976."

You never have problems with forgetting anything because you also have a photographic memory. This works both in your favor and not. You remember anniversaries, birthdays, things people have said in passing, but you're also forced to relive every time Kendall has gone off script and every time your father has lashed out

You'll never forget the last words your father ever said to you, about how much you wasted your potential, that you were a failure like the rest of them, that he was embarrassed for you and about you. He never should have praised you as much as you did

All you said was that you thought he should leave Waystar to Ken, Shiv, and Rome, that you would be done when he was. You figured you'd get it over with before he made any decisions, not wanting to be left in charge. Of course you had no idea that was the last conversation you'd ever have

On that paper they found, it had been your name instead of Kendall's, underlined at first, crossed out in the end. You have to reassure your siblings that you knew nothing about this, that you told him you didn't want the company. They still don't fully believe you . . .

Being as smart as you are comes with perks of course, but overall it causes a lot of pain. You're not as close to your siblings because they think you're your father's favorite. You try though, you try to keep up the relationships, to be close to them

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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Jamal helping reader who has a German exam but is struggling with it since she's not a German speaker

“i just don’t get it, why is the door female?” you sigh out in frustration, leaning back against your chair.

“don’t ask me, i also don’t get it but it sounds right, i guess.” jamal says, seated next to you, eyes focused on your worksheet.

you had an exam next week and started to regret every life decision you’ve ever made. it just didn’t make any sense to you how things could have a gender and the tenses to talk about different scenarios were also a pain. you hoped that your boyfriend, jamal, might help you out, but he too struggled along with you.

“should we just give up?” you turn to look at jamal, eyes tired and shoulders sacked, you didn’t want to sit here anymore.

jamals gaze softened as he look at your face, he has never seen you this discouraged before. usually, you’d be the one to motivate him to finish his homework, working on your stuff beside him so you could also spend some time together. he knew that you could do it, that you were just tired from all the studying you did for the past few weeks.

he shakes his head, arm now resting on your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his body, “you are just overwhelmed by everything. deep down you know that you got it.” he softly whispers, fingers rubbing against your tense muscles, “how about we watch your favorite movie? and put on german subtitles for you? that helped me quite a lot back then.”

you inhaled deeply, nodding at his suggestion and pulling back to look at his face again, “can we also cuddle?”

“of course, is that even a question?”

“thank you, jamu.” you press a kiss against his cheek, grateful for his attempts of helping you the best he could.

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I FELL DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS LMAO

#football one shot #football x reader #x reader #football #jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala one shot #jamal musiala fluff

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thelittolpinkstudent · 3 months

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hello, hello! another productive day as a college student (thankfully)! although i’ve been tired kind of the whole day, i was able to get a lot done.

today’s to-do:

✅ german homework

✅ guided reading for anthropology

✅ finished my essay’s first draft

✅ attended an international oral health talk

tomorrow i will have readings to do for next tuesday and another case study for public health. luckily, my weekend is pretty open aside from the few club meetings i attend, so if need be, i can use my weekend time to get some work done, but i’m hoping to perhaps start a crochet project 🤞 also tomorrow is a random play dance hosted by my school’s k-pop club! this is my first one ever, so i’m really excited, and there will be top loader decorating as well.

over the weekend i also need to start studying for my midterms which are coming up in the next two weeks leading up to our spring break. i believe i only have two (and one of them isn’t exactly a midterm per say it’s just during midterm season), so it shouldn’t be too bad.

today’s gratitude: burrito bowls (as usual, i had two today)

days until spring break: 16

keep taking care of yourselves and keep going! you can do this! see you all tomorrow 💕

#studyblr #study aesthetic #study blog #study motivation #studyspo #college #university #productivity #spring 24

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pomelosims · 1 month

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Rashidah's student exchange in Windenburg (Part 5: Walpurgis and a local friend)

Because it's Walpurgis Night today, the only accepted way of doing homework is with a drink.

After finishing homework Rashidah took the ferry to Olde Platz where she met the only teen in town: Lucas Munch.

Rashidah: Hallo Lucas, wie geht's?

Lucas: Gut, und dir?

Rashidah: *tries to speak Windenburgish*

Lucas: Eeeh, you sound like a text-to-speech program reading a screenplay written by a monkey.

Rashidah: I don't understand any of those words.

Lucas: Walpurgisnacht, yayyy~

Rashidah: So how do people celebrate Walpurgisnacht in Windenburg?

Lucas: By getting drunk of course. Sorry but I just need to take a selfie right now.

Rashidah: Okay, I'll go and get a cup of tea.

Hmmm, taking a selfie isn't that bad of an idea. Rashidah needs those memories from her times in Windenburg.

Rashidah whispers something to Lucas.

Lucas: For the sake of our friendship. I'm going to pretend you never said that.

I hope this wasn't too messy of a post. Originally when I was posting Rashidah's student exchange on Twitter I had already given up with this little story.

Also, in my head Windenburgish is every Germanic languages except English, so with the Fernandez-Andersson family I used some Swedish expressions here and there, and now with Lucas Munch it's German.

AND, all Walpurgis traditions mentioned (drinking) are from my own country. I have no clue how it's celebrated in German speaking countries or anywhere else. 😅

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts 4 #rashidah watson #lucas munch #windenburg

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maochira · 1 year

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Ayo Hi Mao🖐️

Love you writings they're cool and amazing.

but recently I have had my problems with my Latin class (literally passed with a 4 which used to be a 5)

What do you think about having Latin with Ness and Kaiser. Kaiser looks like that one guy who barely passes Latin. Ness might have chosen French but he'd rather choose Latin because Kaiser had chosen it

Kaiser is probably also that one guy to forget to do his homework and then asks if he can copy it he'll also ask if he can copy the answers from the exam because he didn't study.

thanks I appreciate you for reading this

have a good day/night

Byeeee

OMG I used to have Latin class and I miss it a lot!! I love Latin sm and it was one of my favourite and best subjects 😭 due to my mental health when I was 15 I had to switch to another school that didn't have Latin but it's forever stuck with me and my OC lore hnngg

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, reader is friends with Kaiser and Ness, for context: at some German schools you have to choose between Latin and French when you start 6th Grade!

-Ness definitely only chose Latin because of Kaiser. He planned to take French, but as soon as Kaiser mentioned taking Latin, Ness changed his opinion

-it wasn't only because of Kaiser, it was also because you mentioned choosing Latin a bit earlier and Ness just didn't want to sit all alone during French class

-you study together all the time. Either during breaks or you meet up at Kaiser's place after school

-in the beginning, all three of you were doing very well. But as soon as 7th Grade starts, Kaiser loses track for a bit and suddenly he's behind on grammar and vocabulary

-Kaiser end up becoming SO BAD at Latin. He always acts as if he's still really good at it, but his vocabulary tests show otherwise

-also, he never does his homework on his own. Even when you do it together, he just waits for you and Ness to finish so he can copy it

-but!! Kaiser still likes learning about the history of the Romans a lot!!! That's something he's definitely better at than you and Ness, so at least he gets his grades up with that

-after seeing what the French students learn, Ness is so happy he chose Latin. Why are half of the letters in French words not said out loud? How is that word even pronounced?

-you always sit in the first row together because Kaiser wants it that way. He's definitely some kind of teacher's pet so he can get his grades better despite his awful results on tests and exams

-really, if it weren't for you and Ness studying with him, he'd definitely fail the class and lose track of everything. Kaiser refuses to acknowledge that, though

-although, at some point Kaiser manages to catch up on Latin again and returns to being as good as he was in the beginning! He was on the verge of failing, so you and Ness had to convince him to put more effort into studying and refused to let him copy your homework so Kaiser ended up doing that himself (although, Ness was close to showing him sometimes, but you held him back from it)

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #blue lock kaiser #bllk kaiser #blue lock ness #bllk nss #michael kaiser #alexis ness #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness x you

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tommydarlings · 2 years

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teacher‘s pet | a.b

pairing: prof!austin x student!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, fingers in mouth

w/c: 2.1k

summary: you knew that fucking your teacher was against the rules, so you hoped that your religion teacher was able to fuck some sense into you.

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You would be totally lying if you said that you wouldn’t be nervous as you opened the big white door that separated you from the busy school hallway. You were a bit nervous to see him, of course you were, but to be honest how could you not?

With a smile on your face and books stacked in your hands, you went through the hallway filled with tired students before you entered room 106.

“Aren’t we to early, y/n?” your best friend Pia asked you with a frown, taking a seat next to you on the old wooden chairs and placing her stuff gently on the table before glancing at her watch. “It’s 1 p.m. y/n, doesn’t the lesson start at like 1:10?” Pia asked you with a raised brow as you opened your pencil case and grabbed some pens to write with later on.

“You can never be to late for the religion class pia honey” you told her confidently with a grin.

Your best friend only shrugged with her shoulders before the first students also entered the room and waited for the lesson to start, or rather for the teacher to arrive.

Pia and you were talking about the german homework you got yesterday when the religion teacher finally arrived two minutes late. With an unsteady breathing pattern and his big leather bag clutched in his hand, Professor Butler entered the room with an apologetic smile written on his face.

“Please excuse me guys, the principle and I had to discuss something real quick.” He muttered quietly before he put his bag on the table and began the lesson you’ve waited for the entire day already.

- - -

“eight.” you mouthed to yourself with a tiny smirk. That was the number of how many times you caught your professor holding intimidating eye contact with you for a few seconds before looking away with a tiny head shake. You honestly don’t know why he wouldn’t just fuck you on the table right here and right now, your skirt bunched up while his veiny hands are opening his black slacks and his soft lips are so close to your ear, whispering-

“Y/n!”

You were pulled out of the dirty and unholy fantasy you were about to dream of by your fantasies Main Character‘s voice, Professor Butler.

Your big doe eyes looked up at your teacher standing right infront of your desk with his hand reached out to you, most probably signaling you to hand him your homework that was due today. You quickly reacted and grabbed the slightly crumbled piece of paper that you’ve written yesterday in the middle of the night and handed it him. He nodded with his head and gave it a quick once over before he turned around and put it on the table with the other ones from your classmates.

“Thank you.” You knew that he was saying that to the entire class but somehow you had the feeling he was secretly only saying that to you as you caught his gaze once again as he said those words. You nodded as you fiddled with your fingers before he spoke up again,

“Well done guys, now let’s move on.”

- - -

You probably glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the right corner of the room already a hundred times but you just wanted to make sure that you still had enough time to stare at him with heart eyes.

“See you next week and don’t forget about the homework guys!” He yelled after the kids that already left the room with a sight before your best friend and you collected your things and also went to the door and left to get back into your main classroom and start the break. You quickly put your things into the tiny locker before you went to the toilet.

Once you finished washing your hands and fixing your hair, you left to get to class and eat something, but you didn’t came far.

Yeah, maybe it sounds stupid, but since your in that school, you never realised that the teachers room is basically right next to the toilets. And also that your dear religion teacher, professor butler, is the first desk to be placed at in the room. You know you shouldn’t even think about it, but you couldn’t resist the urge to go to him and asking him something, anything, just so you could talk to him.

“Professor butler!” You said as soon as you knocked on the door to basically tell him your entering and want something from him.

“Y/n, please come in, what do you need, huh?” He asked you while he was sitting in a manspreading kind of position in his probably super comfortable chair with a smirk.

What was he smirking at now?

“I just wanted to ask real quick if I wrote my name of my paper because I’m not entirely sure if I did that professor.” You asked with with batted eyelashes as you took a couple steps towards him with your hands behind your back and a straightened chest, immediately caughting his gaze falling onto your breast.

“Uhh, yeah of course! Let’s take a look.” Your religion teacher told you as he looked through the papers with his long, veiny, rough hands-

“Here! Yep, y/n y/l/n.” Professor butler quickly told you before he looked up again but noticed only then how you were suddenly seated on his desk and not standing infront of his sitting figure anymore. “And is it good?” You asked with with big eyes and a smile as you slightly leaned forward to get closer to his beautiful face. “Is w-what good?” The teacher asked you with a tiny stutter as he looked into your eyes. “My paper.” You batted your eyelashes again at him before you slightly bit your lip and got closer to his face until you could nearly touch his nose.

“I haven’t taken a look at it yet y/n.” He mumbled before you caught him glancing down at your lips. You got so close that you could perfectly whisper into his ear now,

“I know you want it too professor.”

“No, absolutely not-”

“C‘mon, let go professor butler, you deserved it.”

“Y/n, stop-” he couldn’t finish his sentence because your hands were already making their way up his white button up with delicate touches of your fingertips and a cheeky smile, knowing you got him as soon as you felt the chills and noticed his shaky breath.

“Shh, nobody’s gonna find out if they don’t catch us, now do they?” You asked him with a smirk while you reached the last button and opened his button up and slowly hard down to get s good look of his unbelievably good looking abs. You even muttered a tiny "fuck" under your now also shaky breath before you looked up at him again only to see him now looking way more stiff and almost angry.

Professor Butler stood up and towered over your tiny body with ease as his open white button up dangled there. You looked down so you were able to have his toned stomach perfectly in your view as professor butler got so close that he gently nudged your forehead with his nose.

“This is really what you want, huh? Getting fucked from your religious teacher so you can do what then, hmm? Tell the principal and get me fired-” he stopped speaking as soon as you wildly shook your head, now looking up at him while he was still looking down at you. “I would never do that professor, I don’t hate you.” You stated quietly before you decided to run your fingertips over his abs and chest with a tiny gasp, being slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of it on your fingers.

The teacher tilted his head to the side with a raised brow before he spoke up again,

“Why then y/n? Are you so desperate?” he asked you as he placed his hands on your naked thights and caressed them with his thumb, slowly going closer to your core.

“Is the little y/n so desperate that she even asks her own teacher to fuck her, hmm?” he asked you as he lifted your skirt and you opened his slacks.

“Maybe.”

“I knew it baby.” He stated quietly as he pushed some piece of hair out of your face and ran his fingertips then down the side of your neck, ever so gently touching your sensitive skin. Obviously awakening goosebumps.

“Maybe I should fuck some sense into you. That you maybe shouldn’t want to get fucked by your religion teacher y/n. Huh, how does that sound?” He told you as he pushed your panties down your legs and put them in the back pocket of his blacks slacks that you pushed just slightly down so you could free his cock.

You looked him into the eyes and it surprised when you noticed how he even held eye contact while he spit on his fingers and gently coated your clit and entrance with it.

“Fuck professor, please.” You whined, already growing even more desperate for his touch. “Quit whining, need to make you ready for me babydoll or you won’t be able to handle it.” He stated cockily with a tiny smirk before he pumped himself a few times. “Oh please, I’m sure I’ve already had bigger ones-” your own loud gasp interrupted your sentence as professor butler started to stretch you out with his really fucking big dick.

“Told you, better listen to me next time.”

You whined and moaned as he finally fully entered you. He gently kissed your temple before he hugged you tightly as your fingers clutched on his back, desperately trying to get a hold of something.

You moaned and even squealed loudly as soon as he started to move his hips back and forth, perfectly hitting all the right places while one hand was holding your one leg so you couldn’t close your legs, and the other hand was on your cheek, his thumb slowly running over your bottom lip with desire and lust in his eyes. You quickly opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb like it’s his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please forgive me god, I know I shouldn’t do this, fucking my own student, but you are a little teachers pet, aren’t you? , yeah, my teachers pet.” He nodded along with his words as you also nodded with his thumb in your mouth. “Such a pretty little teacher‘s pet, my favourite student, baby.” he added quietly.

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt how your legs started to shake as you orgasm creeped nearer. “Fucking shit, I swear t-this pussy was made f-for me to fuck I-It.” He threw his head back and removed his thumb from your mouth before he smeared all over your spit over your lips, making it all messy.

He looked up at the ceiling once again while shaking his head in denial, knowing this was wrong and not what he was supposed to do, especially as a religion teacher. “Lord have mercy with me, p-please-” he whispered as he starred at the ceiling with closed eyes before he took his other hand and and bit on his pointer and middle finger to muffle his moans, pleads and whines a bit as he mentally prayed for god‘s forgiveness.

“Cum for me princess, I know you want to, let go.” He repeated your words from earlier with a sigh leaving his lips as placed his hand on your throat and made you look at him while you came.

“At least have some respect and look at your god damn teacher when he’s making you cum, y/n.” he stated slightly angrily with a huff as his hand didn’t retreat from your throat, fingers still wrapped around it and thumb also slightly pressing on the side so it would cut your air flow a bit.

You looked up at your professor with big eyes starring into his blue ones, looking so dominant as he was holding your throat and your submissive gaze. Eyes slightly rolling into the back of your head for a few moments while he also struggled to hold eye contact with you as his grip on your throat got lighter.

“Good girl.” He whispered as your shaking got less and your breath pattern returned to normal again.

He let out a shaky breath before he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead.

“God may never forgive me, but fucking hell that was it worth.”

#austin x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler smut

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alpaca-clouds · 6 months

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How Highschool Fails The Youth

It is funny. While the middle and high school systems differ greatly around the world, the content... does not do this so much. Sure, American high schools look very, very different from those in Germany for example - or from the schools in Japan - but in general the schools are actually quite comparable.

I talked a bit yesterday after being asked on why the German school system is failing due to the school segmentation. Which is not that much a problem in other countries. But highschool mostly fails the teenagers visiting it due to several reasons.

Again, I will not go into grading. Grading does not work, it never has, it is not fair, it also says nothing about the abilities of a student. If you want to know more about it, I once more will link to Zoe Bee's great video on the topic.

But the general problem with school at this level is quite related to the problems starting in primary school. Often kids starting with age 11, 12, or 13 start going to school for six to eight hours a day, at times being expected to additionally do homework after that, leaving them with 10 hour school days. Which is more than even an adult is supposed to work. And they are still kids, especially during the middle school phase. They need to go outside, need to move about and actually socialize a lot more than they get to do with the school around them.

Also it needs to be said that the school system as it is right now - with kids being forced into this schematic of a very strict lesson and class plan also does not work well with how young people actually learn.

And there is obviously the problem that all around the world classes especially at this age are much too large, often 30-40 students per class at least in cities. Which does not at all allow for any individuality in the way kids learn and kids are taught.

Also, all around the world, often enough the public schools suffer from bad funding. This is often connected to the large class sizes that are a result from a lack of room and especially a lack of teachers. And mind you: Teachers are one of the jobs that technically we could have a lot more off. Because it is one of the things that a lot of people would enjoy doing. But... not as is stands right now, when teachers are underpaid and overworked. We could have enough teachers, if only we were willing to actually pay them properly.

I personally do very much believe in the concept that over here gets called "Laboratory Schools". This involves the students having a lot more say in what they learn in what order, choosing their classes for themselves and then learning in groups of about 10 to 15 students. While they are still required to learn certain things until they finish school, if a student decided they first wanna do math, they theoretically have the ability to just work through the ENTIRE math curriculum in one year.

Within the anarchist and solarpunk community I saw a lot of arguments that actually schools themselves should be completely abolished and that kids all should be homeschooled, because schools always involve hierarcheis and such.

Buuuut... I do not agree with that. Because not everyone has the ability to homeschool kids. And I also do believe that folks should have some basic knowledge that they are required to have. And that does not work if you completely abolish schools. Also I do think that schools in theory could be very valuable in terms of socializing and learning to cooperate. It is just that the way it is implemented right now... it does not work.

#education #school #high school #education system #education fails #teachers #learning #studying #school life #teachers deserve more money

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lizstaysinneverland · 1 year

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Request from my deactivated tumblr account.

Personally, I think it is very OOC but I wrote it at a time when not too much information was given to us about Vil.

"Could you perhaps write Vil trying to teach you some German in whatever format works for you!"

You ask Vil to teach you some German and lucky for you, he is in the mood to entertain you.

Loud footsteps in a fast rhythm can be heard in the hallway leading to Vil’s personal room. Those steps are none other than yours.

You took a bit longer to finish writing down what is on the board so you were one of the last ones to get out of the classroom. There you nearly bumped into Rook, if he wouldn’t have the reflexes of a hummingbird. “Oh là là! Bonjour Trickster! You need to be more careful alas you will end up bumping into someone.” You apologize and ask him what he is up to since he is usually not hanging around the first-grader classrooms. “I need to pick up Monsieur Crabapple, we do have some things to attend to today, such as our French lessons.” Surprised by that, you ask him if this is included in your curriculums. “Absolument pas! But it would have been nice if our teachers also taught different languages besides the main ones...Maybe I would be able to take German and talk to Roi de Poison in German whenever we talk about a topic which he does not wish other people to hear.” ...Wait, hold on a minute, you think inside your head. Vil can speak German? Your boyfriend can speak German and you didn’t even know?? “Where is Vil right now?”, you interrupt him without a second thought. “Hmm...I think he should be in his quarter right now.” You turn and wave a quick goodbye, leaving behind a slightly confused yet amused Rook.

Having heard your footsteps, he turned away from his math homework he had sitting on his desk and looked at the door. Several seconds later he hears you knock, “It’s me! I have to talk to you!”. He told you to come in and close, not slam, the door, please. You look him dead in the eye and voice your frustration. “Why am I the only one who doesn’t know that you can speak German?”. Vil looked at you, at first he seemed surprised but then his usual poker face came back. “I do not remember you asking me what languages I can speak and considering the fact you cannot speak German, I did not deem it important enough to bring it up.”, he answered matter-of-factly. You stomped over to him, now facing him with only a few inches between your faces. “I am in a relationship with you, we are dating. Of course I wish to know as much as humanly possible about you, even if it seems of little importance to you, to me it is.” Finally understanding that you are genuinely upset, he tells you to sit down on the bed beside him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I just much rather talk about other things when we actually manage to spend time together, you know I do love you a lot and I cannot spend as much time with you as I wish. But let me know if there is anything you want us to do today? I do have a bit of spare time and I wish to make it up to you somehow.” At this, your eyes light up. “Yes! I want you to teach me some German words!”, you smile brightly. “You...want me to teach you German?”, he asks, unsure why that would be something you wish to spend on, especially since he needs to push you to do study more often than not. So you wanting to learn German is kinda surreal. After a bit of hesitation, he laughs and tells you he will do that once he finishes the math homework he has been doing before you barged into his room.

Several minutes pass with you browsing through the magazine which lied on his bed. “Okay, I’m done. We can start now. But beware, I am a strict teacher, even if it is my beloved I am teaching.”, he now sits beside you with his usual charming smile. You feel like melting whenever he does that but you really want to be able to learn some German words you can use and this is a perfect opportunity.

“Okay, is there any word you have in mind or even phrases?”, he asks while taking a paper and a pen, to write down the words for you. “Hmmm, for starters I’d really like to know what ‘potato’ means, you always call certain classmates that, so I want to say it as well but if I say it in German they won’t know.” He chuckles, “That’s a really weird reason, but okay, whatever you want!”. He writes down ‘Kartoffel’ and then pronounces it slow so that you can hear how you say it correctly. Finding excitement in that, you write down a lot of words you describe Vil as so that you can call him those things in German. Like hard-working - fleißig, beautiful - wunderschön, attractive - anziehend, regal - edel, neat-freak - Putzteufel, and so on. “Hmm. that was fun, but how about you call me in all kinds of nicknames you give your lover in German”, you smirk. Vil barely called you by any pet name, so you just had to use this chance to get pampered with love-filled nicknames that you can now also call him in the hallways because no one will know what you just called him but Vil himself. He thinks for a moment. Then he gets closer to you and looks you deep in the eye and starts calling you “Liebling...Süße...Bärchen...Maus...Hase...Schatz...Mein Ein und Alles” in a hushed voice, almost making it sound sexy if he wouldn't have started laughing so hard after he finished. “Hahahaha, this was so cringy, I just can’t take it anymore! Haha...but hey, maybe that will be good acting practice, calling you all those pet names or you calling me those pet names, since this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Now looking at you again, with his beautiful light violet eyes. He smiles and puts his hand on your cheek before leaning in and giving you a sweet kiss. He loves his lips to your ear and nibbles softly, whispering in a low voice “Ich liebe dich so sehr, du bist die einzige Person, die es je geschafft hat mein Herz zu erobern...mein ganz persönlicher Schutzengel.” He then stands up abruptly as his smartphone alarm goes off. “Wait! What does that mean? What did you say??”, confused you ask him but he only gives you one more quick kiss, telling you with a soft smile “That’s for you to figure out.”, and leaves the room with his smartphone in hand.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader

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marigoos · 3 months

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Been tagged twice - by @mutsuowo and @az-is-back - can't avoid it now XD

Last song: Laugh Track (not an actual laugh track)(also not by choice, not really my favorite kind of song, it's just the last thing that was on the radio during the last drive)

Favorite color: YELLOW ✨🟨✨

Last movie/show: The Lives of Others (it was homework but I ended up really invested! Which is highly unusual for me, I don't mix well with movies in general. RECOMMENDED)

Next on my watchlist: ehhhh. My watchlist doesn't have an order. Wolfwakers maybe

Last book I finished: I haven't been able to read like I used to in a long while, so I can't really finish books lately... I can and am jumping between books, instead. My last actually finished book was probably the textbook for a state exam (boring)

Last game: I'm still playing Pokemon Scarlet I can't believe this (honorary mention to Hatoful Boyfriend and Hades which I played between november and december)

Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet (but also ¿por qué no los tres?)

Relationship status: single and not looking 💃

Last thing I searched online: probably something about German... oh, "servus"! I was making a list of things I should know and for some reason my brain was saying it was "salvus" and I had to look for a list of greetings because it didn't feel right. My 7 years of Latin... 🫣

Current obsession: bsd (rekindled by latest light novel, made myself a gift and got it in Japanese. As if I didn't know that the language in there is very beginner-hostile lmfao it's not the last finished book for a reason, I can only tackle 1-2 pages a day ahahah)

Greatest flaw: procrastination

Fic I'm currently reading: none. Not much of a fic reader

You know how it works for me, I don't tag. Anyone welcome to join <3

#tag games #no seriously go watch the lives of others it was so good #(tw for major character death and generally miserable setting)#managed not to cry until the last line! then I couldn't read the end credits because I was bawling.

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usernoneexistent · 10 months

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Challenge: Surprise... by @hp-12monthsofmagic

While surprises can be fun not all are good especially in Duncan's case when a well intended surprise backfires bringing up painful memories for him.

Warnings: grief, past death

There was something consoling about the beach; Duncan found out very quickly, especially today. Living in a forest community for the past year, which, to put it mildly, was very dull. Despite never settling in one place for more than a couple years with his mum, it was always a city which gave him some form of familiarity.

He wandered to Tayport, too, a small and quaint port town. It was better than losing his sanity in nature or getting dragged along to Jacob's workplace, the dodgy pub with the weird name, die freche Klippe, or how Duncan translated it then. He remembered Jacob's laughing fit over the German version. Jacob quickly realised Duncan preferred being alone and trusted him to be home alone.

He went back to the moss-covered stone cottage, which from a distance, blended in naturally with the trees. It was eerily quiet despite his aunt, uncle and cousin visiting from Romania. His uncle, Onkel Charlie, had a very cool job working with dragons compared to his father. Though the actual job, dragonologist, was something he would have thought to have existed until last year.

Duncan carefully opened the door; hopefully, he had the house to himself again for a few hours. With nobody around, he could steal the ginger newt biscuits in the kitchen. What he was not expecting was to get bombarded in the dining room.

"Surprise!"

"Überraschung!" Tarragon shouted with excitement, although her pronunciation wasn't perfect. The bunting and banners unfurled themselves, displaying the message 'Happy Almost 11th Birthday'.

Duncan stood to light a deer in highlights. It wasn't his birthday today; it was in three days. He wouldn't have minded if it was any other day, but Jacob threw the party today of all days.

"Well, I ken it's a little early but I figured we celebrate it before Pip, Charlie and Tarra leave. "Jacob said with an apologetic smile. Duncan clenched his jaw. He felt fuchsteufelwild!

They all waited for his reaction; Tarragon looked at him in particular nervous anticipation as he approached the table where a white cake with blue icing decoration. It looked like the cake his mum got him last year. Ten and a half candles were lit. Small gifts were wrapped up tidily next to it.

"Do you want tae blow out the candles and make a wish? "His auntie Juniper warmly smiled at him.

Duncan doesn't want to. He didn't ask for any of this. Especially when Jacob had chosen today of all days. Duncan wondered if he did it out of spite or pure oblivion. Neither conclusion made Duncan feel any better. In one swoop motion, Duncan swiped the cake off the table.

The cake splat straight to the floor. Icing and cake parts flew into Tarragon's face. His trainers were covered in white and blue cake frost.

"Duncan, what the hell? "Jacob said, his eyes wide with shock.

“Du bist ein arschloch!“ Duncan yelled. "You forgot mama died today!"

His aunt and uncle comforted Tarragon but were just as shocked as Jacob. Jacob's jaw dropped before his hand smacked against his own forehead.

"I'm so so sorry, Duncan. I didn't realise that…." Jacob paused, gulping. "That today was when Abi- your mum-" He couldn't finish the sentence.

It didn't matter anyway since he ruined it all. Duncan stormed upstairs to his attic room. He drew the curtains behind him to make it clear that no one would enter. All day he just wanted to avoid anything about his mum. He tried to stop thinking. To stop hurting. He missed her. He missed everything; playing Mensch Ärger dich nicht, her helping him with homework, telling him off for causing the goldfish to float or even when she nagged at him.

"Do you want me tae check on him?" Duncan heard his auntie Juniper offer through the thin floorboards.

"Probably for the best. I don't think he wants to talk to me for a while." Jacob sighed. "I messed it up big time."

He heard the heavy footsteps of her used boots. Juniper pulled aside the curtain as Duncan hid under his bed covers. The bed was pushed down as his auntie sat down next to him.

"Duncan?"

"Go away! "He yelled. "Leave me alone."

"Duncan," her voice was quiet and soft. "I'm sorry. It was my idea; had I known, I would have never thrown the party. I'm sorry I did nae realise it today is the death of your mother."

Juniper waited for Duncan to demand her leave, but he stayed quiet. A muffled sob escaped his voice. They both knew it was trying to contain it all in.

"The first year is always hard after losing someone you love." Juniper continued on.

Duncan finally peaked his head out from under the covers. He quickly wiped away any tears; he was too embarrassed and ashamed that he cried in front of his aunt.

"Will it stop hurting soon?"

She wore a sad smile and shook her head. "It will always hurt, even after five, ten or even eleven years. You just learn how to live with the pain."

Duncan was somewhat disappointed with the answer, but at least it was true. It was better than all the teachers, social workers, and doctors telling him his mum was in a better place and what a tragedy it was.

"What can I do?"

"Remember her. Do something special for her if you feel like it. Give her a special day to remember her. It doesn't have to be today. Anything day works." His aunt advised. "And allow yourself to be sad. It's better if you cry than holding it all in."

Duncan fought back the tears, though it was a little late. Like they had a mind of their own.

"Come here," Juniper shuffled closer and hugged her nephew tightly. She wasn't his mother, and would never replace her, but he missed the motherly comfort.

Once the tears dried up, he pulled back again. Duncan looked away. His mother wouldn't let him leave things in a mess. She would tell him that he should apologise to whoever he had wronged.

"I'm sorry I ruined zee cake."

"It's fine. We can always make a new one."

"Also I need to, eh, to sorry to Tarra."

"Apologise?" Juniper suggested what Duncan was trying to say. "You did give her a wee fright, but she'll forgive you easily. She's a good wee egg like that."

Duncan's eyebrows knitted in at the last sentence. "Wee egg?"

"It's something we say here." Juniper lightly chuckled. "Just come downstairs whenever you're ready. There's nae rush."

Watching his aunt leave, Duncan felt a heavy weight in his chest. The day was painful as he had expected, but the events were not. He still hadn't forgiven Jacob for his part in the blunder. Though he did regret ruining the cake. It looked absolutely delicious.

#hp12mom #magic awakened ocs #harry potter next generation #duncan ludwig #jacob moss #tarragon weasley moss #juniper moss #charlie weasley

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