#also not included in this is that he will absolutely instruct fem students but like

[sanzuqu]

01 | on teaching. lon'qu doesn't think of himself as a teacher and he knows he is not well-suited to be one. he prefers to defer to the instruction and direction of others and to teach as few students as possible. though this is partly motivated by the fact that he does have a general aversion to large groups of people and to female students in particular, it's also because he is conscious of his own shortcomings as a teacher. that is to say, his method of instruction is not one that suits the temperaments of most people and he knows it.

i'm just going to list some details of what his classes are typically like just in case you need know only for flavor, but further explanations are included beneath the cut!

his classes are small and quiet. very show, don't tell. instructs without speaking aloud most of the time. classes start with a line-up, in which lon'qu will swing a training sword against his students and see if they've learned how to defend themselves adequately. ( not a full-fledged sparring match, brief. ) prone to dismissing people if he does not feel they have adequately improved. has a very individualized approach to teaching. will not move onto the next lesson with a student he does not feel is prepared enough. doesn’t repeat himself.

lon'qu describes himself as inexperienced, "raw" in comparison to basilio in his b support with m!robin and doesn't think highly of his skill, though he knows he is more capable than the average sellsword. ( which, you'd have to be, given he was the champion of the west khan for a time! ) certainly more capable than the literal children he's been entrusted with, too. but, i don't think he really thinks he's better than any of the other instructors. in fact, i'm inclined to say he thinks he's the weakest of them — both, in teaching and in mettle.

lon'qu's likely never received formal instruction on how to fight given his background and picked up the tricks of the trade through experience alone. because of that, i think that carries over into the way he teaches. he obviously isn't someone who's very chatty and though i've written him to be particularly impatient with people who ask him theory questions or the differences between combat styles, the truth is he wouldn't know how to explain them even if he tried to.

his method of teaching is very action-oriented, i think.

he's learned through watching and repetition, not through thought-out discussions on the differences and semantics between things. i think he has a rudimentary understanding of differing combat styles and gambits that people play in battle, but he wouldn't really know how to place a name to them. he's very show, don't tell in the way that he teaches, so most of his classes are fairly quiet with the exception of clashing swords. it's important to know that lon'qu is constantly learning while in combat, a trait that he hopes to impress upon his students.

he is always watching his opponents to see how they move, their tics and works to make sense of that in a way that he knows how to respond all while in the midst of a battle. he's learning about his students, from his students as they move, rather than hearing them list off what they think are their strengths and weaknesses. this is important to understand why it is that he teaches the way he does. he expects his students to slowly pick up that he is doing this through their observations and try to do the same without him ever mentioning it because to him, it won’t matter if you know all the names and terms if you can’t put them into action. and given the fluidity of battle, you have to be able to change at the drop of a hat.

his classes are small because he has a very individualized approach to instruction. again in robin's support, he says, 'strength is everything [in regna ferox]. weakness is weeded out and eliminated.' i don’t think he’s cruel enough to tell someone to get the fuck out of his class or anything because he thinks they’re weak, but i think he’s of the mind that if he feels a student isn't at an adequate level to move to the next step/lesson, he just won't teach them. he'll wait until they've learned what they did wrong and correct it because it’ll make them stronger.

all this said and done and even with good intentions, it's quite difficult to want to put up with lon'qu as an instructor when there are so many other options available which i think he realizes. he's not nice and tends to come off as impatient or rude because it’s not like he goes out of his way to explain how he thinks nor is he ever going to feel the need to defend himself. patience is a virtue, but if you're willing to put in the work with him then he's willing to teach. or at least try.

( the good news is that he's learning slowly that you can't always teach this way. now, if only someone could teach him how to read. )

#‣ 臆 (headcanons). #bc ive been asked a few times i figured i'd just make a big ol post about it here!!!!! #this is just a really long honking post about why he teaches the way he does #all of which comes back to the fact he's never been educated #but he got real good at swinging a sword at people and so he just assumes everyone can learn that way #BUT THEY CANNOT!!!!!!!!!! #anyways probably only relevant if you ever want to have a class thread with him #or if ur dunking on his rly poor teaching methodology lmAO #also not included in this is that he will absolutely instruct fem students but like #from a distance #probably the only time he talks lmfao

[cursestothemoon]

Love, Flowers, and Cedric Diggory

Requested: nope

Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

House not specified (technically either hufflepuff or ravenclaw but not explicitly stated)

word count: 3369

Hope you guys like it :))

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“Alright, alright, everyone settle in.” Professor Sprout was firm with her suggestion, and soon laughter died down and students retreated to their tables. 

The weather was just warm enough for school robes to be left in dorm rooms and a breeze was not only accepted but thoroughly enjoyed seeing as the greenhouse held onto the humidity that wafted through the spring air.

Cedric gave a handsome chuckle that danced through his pink lips, hand absentmindedly coming up to scratch at his sideburn. His tablemate, a Ravenclaw bloke, had just finished his retelling of how he had the terrible fate of being hit by a fanged frisbee in the groin.

“I’m telling you, next time I see those twins I’ll really give it to ‘em.” The raven haired boy muttered, his grin a sign of an empty threat.

“Sure you will, mate.” Cedric laughed.

The odds seemed to be in Cedric’s favor, at least he thought so, as he turned his head to the right just as Y/n L/n was about to pass his table. He waited, patiently waiting what he knew was about to come, and lethis shoulders slump ever so slightly as the familiar scent of peaches and jasmine wafted through the air in his vicinity. He couldn't help the slow closing of his eyes or the quiet groan of content passing his lips, he loved the smell of peaches and jasmine.

If you asked Ced, he wouldn’t hesitate to pat his own back for his MI6 level of stealth. The Ravenclaw boy however, poor bloke’s name long gone from Cedric’s mind, couldn’t help but shake his head at the ridiculous obviousness of his tablemate.

“Try to keep it to yourself mate, we’re in public.”

Cedric’s neck snapped back toward the boy, eyes wide and an aggressive ‘shush’ coming out.

“I wasn’t...leave me alone.” He grumbled the last bit.

Y/n walked to her table, coincidentally the table directly behind Cedric’s. She took her seat and reprimanded herself for staring at the way the Hufflepuff’s golden curls seemed to curl just perfectly today and the tips of his ears were glowing the most endearing shade of pink.

It’s the heat, she thought to herself before quickly averting her gaze.

Cedric relaxed as he listened to his head of house start to speak, though he still made sure to sit with a straight back. He couldn’t have Y/n thinking he slouched now could he?

“It’s a lecture day today, quills and parchment out for notes.” Professor Sprout instructed as she placed three different plants on her table.

With a huff and careful fingers Cedric pulled parchment out of his bag, two for now, and then reached for his bottle of ink. The bottle made its way to the light, only for it to be completely empty, and this was the spare’s spare.

“Damn…” He muttered quietly.

“Not to worry Ced, I’ve got so-” The Ravenclaw’s words fell upon deaf ears as Cedric already had an idea bubbling.

The golden haired boy turned to the table directly behind his, face adorned with his most charming smile.

“Y/n,” Her name came out in a low, husky voice causing her to look up from her paper and meet the cool blue eyes of none other than Cedric Diggory.

She raised her eyebrows in question but kept her mouth shut, she’d rather look disinterested than desperate. Why she thought common manners would seem desperate was beyond her but she didn’t question it now.

“Well,” He leaned closer to her. “I’ve run out of ink. Think we could share?”

Y/n gave a quizzical smirk as she looked from him to the Ravenclaw next to him, “Your tablemate hasn’t got any either?”

The thought of having him sit next to her, talk to her… nerve wracking. She could handle the occasional flirty remarks in passing, maybe a look or two here and there, but she was just barely managing that. He couldn’t just...sit next to her.

The handsome boy was quick to answer, “Yeah, but I’d much rather share with you. You’re far prettier.”

The heat rose to Y/n’s cheeks and Cedric felt his stomach jump as he thought, prematurely, that he had gotten himself a one way ticket to sitting with the pretty girl. His smile fell when she pulled a spare ink bottle out of her bag.

“Lucky for all of us then, I’ve got a spare bottle you could use.” A smug smirk was painted across her lips as she watched Cedric’s expression go blank, a miniscule high coming from knocking him down a few notches.

She reached her hand out, giving him the bottle of spare ink, and felt his fingers brush hers with the utmost gentility causing butterflies to soar through her belly. Cedric was quick to alter his plan as he felt the shock her fingers offered when coming into contact with his own. He grabbed hold of her hand, and with the instincts only a seeker possessed, his other hand shot out to catch the bottle of ink that had fallen from her grasp in her state of surprise.

“No need to get so flustered, Darling, it’s just me.” Cedric laughed, his eyes sparkling with adoration at the way she scrunched her nose in annoyance.

“I’ll take the ink back, don’t test me Diggory.” Although her voice was strong, her lips fought back a smile.

“Excuse me, Mr. Diggory, Ms. L/n, anything you’d like to share with the class?” Professor Sprout asked, causing both of the aforementioned parties to turn to her, one looking far less nervous than the other.

Y/n felt her mouth open and close, tongue dry, and words lost as Professor Sprout scolded her. To her fortune, Cedric took control of the situation before the awkward silence could be prolonged.

“My apologies Professor, I was bothering Ms. L/n for a spare bottle of ink.” He answered with a kind smile.

Professor Sprout looked as if she was thinking for a moment before dismissing the two with a warning to not let it happen again.

The afternoon Herbology class continued just as it usually would, Cedric would pretend not to catch careful whiffs of peaches and jasmine while Y/n pretended she was not absolutely flustered from the conversation with the boy that had happened at the beginning of class. For a moment, as Professor Sprout was talking animatedly about the second plant in the row of three that was used for potions of hatred, Y/n allowed her mind to wander. Dashing pirates and misunderstood gentlemen invaded her daydreams, confessing their undying love for her, sweeping her off her feet, and with each vampire that fought for her hand or prince that gave up his crown she noticed that they started to look more and more familiar.

Soon all she could think of were cool grey-green eyes, delicately rosy cheeks, and a crooked toothed smile. Cedric Diggory laughed and smiled aimlessly in her mind and suddenly she was no longer daydreaming of dashing pirates and brooding vampires, but instead of a kind, confident Hufflepuff. She caught herself before she could imagine the way his hands would dance delicately on her hips as they swayed to a soft buzz of Celestine Warbeck. As if to throw out the thoughts, she shook her head slightly, face scrunching as she reprimanded herself, yet again, for thinking such things about a boy who so clearly was flirty merely because his being was simply crafted of charm.

“And now, the third plant here…” Y/n forced herself to listen to Professor Sprout, pushing down her previous thoughts and daydreams.

“To louloúdi ton erastón in Greek, seeing as the plant originates from the Corinth Canal in Greece. It translates to The Flower of Lovers which you may feel free to refer to it as.”

Professor Sprout rounded the table and picked up the plant, walking from table to table to show what looked like premature flower buds, a simple plant of green.

“As you can see, it has not yet bloomed as I was expecting it wouldn’t. You see this flower only blooms in the presence of two people newly in love. Seeing as I doubt no one has just fallen in love, the buds are still closed. Even more peculiar when they do bloom, they look as though any ordinary white flower. The giveaway, however, is the pollen on the stigma which glows a soft gold color that shimmers in the full moon light, it will also drop a single white petal before retreating back into a bud.”

Many of the girls in the class let out quiet giggles as they took in the information, but the plant only made anxiety rise in Y/n as it offered a plethora of scenarios she could dream of. Plenty of them including the Hufflepuff in front of her, coincidently his thoughts were neither strictly botanical.

“The flower has no detectable odor, but smelling it for too long or getting a far too concentrated waft of the odorless pheromones could result in dizziness, intense infatuation, blindness, tingly lips, and on rare occasions...loss of one's toes.” Professor Sprout grimaced before continuing, “Because of the flowers strength and potency it is often used in expert level love potions and highgrade elixirs.”

The plant was now back on the front table and Y/n squinted at it, trying to see if she could visually identify that it was, infact, a magic flower. The buds were fat and round, the leaves, on the narrower side, looked delicate and hung gracefully reaching the top of the table. Beautiful, yes, but Y/n concluded that it looked like any ordinary plant and identifying it in the wild would be incredibly difficult.

The class ended and Y/n grabbed her things in a rush as she wanted to leave the uncomfortable thoughts of love, flowers, and Cedric Diggory in the classroom but whether she was lucky or rather unfortunate she did not know, what she did know was that Cedric had grabbed her wrist before she could leave the greenhouse.

“You’re ink.” Cedric said, head tilting in the direction of his table where her ink sat.

Y/n shook her head and pulled her wrist from his grasp gently as she put a gentle hand to his chest.

“Keep it I’ve got a spare.” She smiled bashfully as she turned to rush out.

Cedric called behind her, “I thought this was your spare?”

“I have a spare... spare.” She answered without turning to face him as she ducked out of the class.

“Tough luck, mate.” The Ravenclaw said with a pat to Cedric’s shoulder.

Cedric shook his head as he grabbed the ink bottle, “No, I think I’m getting somewhere. She put her hand on me, you see that?”

The boy gave an incredulous chuckle at the blinding grin that refused to dim on the Hufflepuff’s face.

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Y/n L/n wasn’t one for breaking rules, they have been placed for a reason therefore they should be adhered to. And as she rushed through dark halls to get back to her dorm, she couldn’t help but think that if she were to get caught it would definitely lead to a punishment she didn’t want.

It wasn’t her fault arithmancy was so boring and it most definitely wasn’t her fault that she happened to fall asleep at the back of the library, only waking up well past curfew. She gave a few curses directed towards anyone who enjoyed, thought of, or taught the blasted subject she failed to notice an opportunist Hufflepuff prefect also walking through the corridor.

“Bit late for a walk, don't you think L/n?”

Her breath was caught in her throat as she met the eyes of Cedric Diggory, and never having been good under pressure, she couldn’t help but to sing like a canary in hopes that he wouldn’t turn her to her head of house.

“I was in the library and I fell asleep because, arithmancy and I’m going back to my dorm. I swear please don’t stick me in detention, Cedric.” The words came out jumbled and in a single breath but Cedric was sure he got the jist of it.

Cedric couldn’t help but laugh, she couldn’t actually think he’d get her in trouble. Y/n, on the other hand, seemed to take the laughter very differently.

“Oi, just do it then. Don’t laugh about it.” She grumbled as she looked away from him.

The boy shook his head with a grin, “First off, I would never stick you in detention, and second, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

Y/n felt herself relax before furrowing her eyebrows upon realizing what he said.

“What do you mean you couldn’t?”

He shrugged suddenly feeling very bashful and if there was enough light Y/n would be able to see the endearing pink glow of his ear now creeping onto his cheeks.

“I was off prefect duty about…” He looked down at his watch. “Ten minutes ago. I’m not supposed to be here either.”

Her mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not realizing she had been asleep that long or that it was so late.

“So...you’re just standing in a dark corridor… for fun?”

Bit weird, she’d have to admit, but she was just glad to be off the hook.

Cedric seemed to blush harder at the question but was soon giddy with the opportunity that had just been brought to him.

He walked toward her quickly, taking hold of her hand and pulling her along with him wordlessly. To say she was surprised at the action would be an understatement and suddenly Y/n would rather get put in detention instead of possibly making a fool of herself infront of Cedric.

The questions of where he was taking her and his plans of cold blood murder were answered by quiet laughs but nothing else as he managed to sneak them out of the castle and out into the open. Y/n felt her nerves calm, only slightly, as the greenhouse came into view in front of them.

Cedric pulled open the door, letting her go instead first, but still having a firm grasp on her hand. He tried to ignore the way the tips of his fingers felt tingly and he prayed to Merlin that his hand wasn't sweating as much as he thought it was.

“This is a less than optimal place to commit murder, Cedric. I thought you were smarter than this.” Y/n said as she looked around at the fairly dark greenhouse she was in just hours earlier.

“I’m not going to off you, Y/n. You can relax.” He reassured her before, reluctantly may he add, he let go of her hand to walk towards a group of plants in the back.

Y/n laughed to herself, if only he knew the possibility of being murdered wasn’t what was keeping her from relaxing. She craned her head to try and see what he was doing, but his shoulders were far too broad and he was tall enough to keep everything just out of view. Moving her gaze from, what she thought, were incredibly handsome shoulders she looked toward the plants from their lesson still on the front table. With curious steps she moved toward the third flower, the buds still tightly shut. Her finger was just a hair away from touching one of the leaves when she felt Cedric grab her other hand to turn her to him.

When she did turn to meet his eyes, he was holding a sparkling purple flower. Cedric gently thrust the flower toward, taking a few steps himself to come closer to her.

“Moonflower, they only bloom at night.” His words were gentle and whispered and if it weren’t for the flower and his hand between them their chest would’ve touched with each inhale.

Y/n’s gaze lingered on the flower, it was truly breathtaking. Cedric watched her reaction with a gentle smile playing on his lips, one hand still holding hers.

“It’s beautiful.” She said just as quiet as he was.

Cedric dropped her hand from his before reaching to gently pull her face up to look at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

Though his words were quiet and spoken with the utmost sincerity and truth, as if it was the most common of knowledge, she still felt her heart rate speed up and her face get hot.

Cedric, having waited and played the game of cat and mouse long enough, inched his lips closer to hers before stopping just before they touched.

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he closed the gap between them and kissed her. Peaches and jasmine invaded his senses and he couldn’t help but feel as though this was all he wanted, all he needed.

Both of Cedric’s hands came up, the moonflower dropped onto the table, and grabbed the sides of Y/n’s face. Eyebrows furrowed as one hand trailed to the back of her head, fingers lacing through her hair and keeping her in place against his lips. The sound of lips smacking and crickets chirping were the only things that could be heard in and around the greenhouse.

Y/n was both light headed and completely for lack of better words, frazzled as Cedric kissed her. Her hands went under his now untucked school shirt to rest just above his hips. Goosebumps erupted across his soft skin making her almost feel bad for how cold her hands must have been, almost.

Cedric couldn’t help but have his lips follow after Y/n’s as she pulled away slowly, presumably for much needed air. His mouth stretched into a blinding smile at her giggle, but kept his eyes closed not wanting the moment to end just yet.

“You snuck out to see a flower that bloomed at night?” She whispered quietly.

Open his eyes slowly and with an endearing chuckle he answered, “Would you think I was completely mental if I told you that I knew you hadn't come back from the library and I wanted to wait for you to make sure you were ok?”

Y/n felt her heart flutter at what she heard but decided to tease the cute boy.

“I would think you are completely mental.”

Cedric laughed, “Then I must be mental,” He paused giving her a sly smirk before adding, “But something tells me you like that.”

That earned him a shove to the shoulder and a laugh followed by a scoff of feigned offence. He just continued to smile at her, eyes holding so much adoration it made Y/n weak in the knees, and just like that silence fell upon them again. Cedric reached toward the table without looking to grab the moonflower again and gently placed it behind Y/n’s ear before taking in how she looked.

With a reluctant sigh he pulled her towards the door, “We better get going, you’ll want to be well rested for our date tomorrow.”

Her eyebrows shot up as she looked at him, feet still moving in step with his and their hands swinging, “Date? I haven’t been asked on any dates.”

They had now made it just barely inside the castle as Cedric turned to her, “Y/n?”

“Cedric?” She mimicked his tone.

“Will you go on a date with me, tomorrow?”

Y/n smiled and pretended to think for a moment, “I’d have to check my schedule.”

“Please? For me?” He batted his eyelashes comically at her as he nudged her cheek with his nose.

She laughed at his actions and responded, “Oh, alright.”

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“Just a minute, Minerva, let me grab my scarf.”

Professor Sprout walked into the greenhouse in search of her scarf having left it there the day prior during her last lesson. She had found it and was just about to leave the room to join Minerva McGonagall for lunch when something caught her eye.

A single white petal lay on the table next to the third pot of flowers, louloúdi ton erastón, the flower of lovers.

#Cedric Diggory #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory imagines #Harry Potter #Harry Potter imagine

[trash-writings]

Kinktober: Week 1

Chrollo Roleplay HCS! 

Fem!reader 

Kinks mentioned: Roleplay (obv), choking, light bondage, degradation

Warnings: Religion mention and corruption, kinks above ^, and general corruption kinda. 

Reminder: I will be roleplaying as chrollo for the next few hours! Anything you send in will be answered by him! Keep it adult, no childish asks please. At the end of this post there are a few rules for sending in #AskChrollo 

Enjoy week 1 of the Kinktober collab! Make sure you check out @hisokapegger​ @hisoillusandwich​ and @mynameseri​ for the other 3 parts to week 1!!! Let the thirsty festivities begin! I will also be reblogging their posts, so you better read them! 

General Overview: 

Chrollo is not that into roleplay, instead it’s something of a treat for you and him. Normally, he’d rather just fuck like normal; but he likes to indulge into fantasy once in awhile.

He is VERY theatrical about roleplay. 

The mood has to be set. If you just show up in some costume he’ll laugh at you and tell you to get changed. It has to be on his terms. When he wants something to be played out, he lets you know ahead of time and gives you specific instructions like so: 

Go find an outfit like .... and have it on by 6pm. 

Your hair has to done like ... 

Your makeup has to reflect .... 

You have to be in character the entire time or I will stop

He’s very particular as you can see. If you don’t follow all the rules he will be upset and neglect you as punishment. 

Now, his favorite types of role play are: 

Priest / naughty nun

this is his absolute favorite. He always starts by spanking you for acting like a filthy slut instead of a holy woman. He degrades you to filth as well. 

He will make you recite scripture as he punishes you. 

He makes you strip out of the slutty nun outfit he instructed you wear, but keep the headdress on. But, he stays in his clothes fully. 

He adorns a black suit with some black robes and a matching stole thats embroidered with red thread. 

He always makes you suck him off before he’ll even touch your desperate cunt. He makes you beg him for forgiveness, worship him, and then he will fuck you senseless. 

Professor / student 

This is one he indulges once in awhile, and only after being gone for some time. Usually it’s after he’s found some old texts and he wants to fuck you while making you read them aloud to him. 

He makes you wear a cute plaid skirt, white blouse, thigh high socks, and a loosely tied tie that he loves to choke or gag you with. 

He will probably spank you with a ruler, for the aesthetic. 

Boss / employee 

Kinda rare, but sometimes it happens a lot. 

Whenever he takes you with him on missions or adventures he always makes you call him boss/sir to make him feel above you. 

This is something he spends the ENTIRE day on. While the other troupe members don’t notice it, the fact that he knows you’re calling him Sir in front of them really gets him off. 

At the end of the day he will have you ride him; his hands on your hips bouncing you up and down on him while he sits up against the bed frame to watch your moan and bounce on him. 

Guard / inmate 

tbh this was a one time thing. He brought it up because it was near Halloween and he saw a cheesy costume. However, it happened. 

BUT! You were the guard and he was the inmate. You were the Dom for this. 

He came when you stepped on him and made him kiss your boot. 

Royalty (king/emperor) / peasant 

he likes the concept of this, but hasn’t engaged in it yet. He’s waiting for the right time and scenario to play out in his head. 

As I mentioned before, he likes to set the mood. He’s theatrical of course. 

RULES for Ask Chrollo event after reading HCS! 

IT CAN BE ABOUT ANYTHING! Not just these hcs. 

BUT, if you want to discuss filth then: State what Chrollo you want from above if you want a response about a roleplay or him to play along with something you send. 

Example: Inmate chrollo do you like...? 

Be a thirst/question/ or general statement that isn’t childish. 

seriously no fluff. This is a KINK event. I will simply delete it or respond as myself sarcastically. You’ve been warned :)

You can include any kink you want and he (I) will respond with something to play along. 

If anything I deem childish is sent in I will not respond. It annoys me. We are all 18+ here (hopefully) and should act like it. 

Examples of childish things: “sksksksksksk”, “hnnnggg”, “🥺👉🏻👈🏻” like... I can’t see you if you’re anon anyways chill, and literally anything thats not age appropriate. 

#hxh kinktober #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo headcanons #chrollo x you #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #hunter x hunter headcanon