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yelenasdiary · 11 months

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Hey what about Professor Wanda and student R and her punishing R for purposely not doing well in her class and she makes her recite an entire poem while she fucks R👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Word for Word

Pairing: Professor! Wanda Maximoff x Student! Reader

Summary: After not paying attention in class, your professor asks you to stay behind for a little chat.

AC: I actually don’t know any poems if I am being honest, I actually used a couple of the poems for this! I hope you enjoy x

"Y/n, can I see you after class please? We need to have a little chat" your professor looked sternly at you as the rest of your classmates rose from their seats and began to make their way out of the room. You sighed and rolled your eyes at the woman who stood tall with confidence at the front of the room. Your plan was working, you finally got the teacher to snap. For weeks, you've been showing little to no interest or attention to the new unit in your literature class.

It's not that you don't take your studies seriously but when you noticed the way you couldn't stop thinking about your professor in a very, very inappropriate way, you couldn't stop yourself from seeing how far you could get before getting some alone time with the woman.

"What's the issue now?" you asked in a huff once everybody had left the room. Wanda tilted her head at you as she walked over to your desk, "the issue is your failing my class" she replied in a stern voice. "So? maybe if you taught something interesting, I'd be interested enough to want to learn something" you snapped with a light smirk on your lips. Wanda ignored your smart-arse reply and wandered over towards the classroom door, locking it before you had a chance to say another word.

"You're not leaving this room until you've recited every poem, we've spoken about in the two weeks" your professor broke the silence as she walked back to her desk at the front of the room.

"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" you chuckled as you stood up, throwing your back bag over your shoulder.

"Because you'll do anything I saw when I'm done with you" her words caught your attention as you looked at her, she reached down to her lower draw and pulled out a dark red dildo already attached to a black harness. You stood in shock, not thinking your plan would actually work but you enjoyed messing with her. "What? You think I haven't seen the way you act around me? The short skirts you've been wearing, letting me see the piece of thread you wear as panties?" she added with a raised brow.

Your eyes looked to the toy that now sat a little too proudly on her desk and you could already tell from the size of it that it was bigger than anything you've used before. "I've tried many different ways to get you to pay attention in my classes, but it seems that your mind is full of dirty thoughts, I shouldn't expect better from a whore. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two with your mouth full" Wanda stepped in front of her desk, tilting her head at you once more. "Come here" she spoke. You didn't hesitate to throw your bag to the floor and walk towards your professor. You looked at her with need, but she only shook her head at you, "so you do listen to instructions, good. Strip" she spoke sternly once again.

The tone in her voice only sent a throb to your core as you began to undress yourself for the professor, she watched you, taking in every single inch of your bare skin as her eyes fed on your naked body. "On my desk with your legs spread. We don't have much time; you have a test for tomorrow's lesson, and you have a lot to learn!" Wanda spoke and you could've sworn you saw a faint smirk tugging at her lips before you sat yourself up on her desk, spreading your legs to give her a clear view of your already wet and needy pussy.

"What would you like me to start reciting?" you asked as you watched Wanda walk towards you. Her eyes never left yours as she came in contact with you, running her hands gently up and down your thighs just to watch your cunt clench with need as her hands came closer to where you've been so desperate for her. "What's your safe word?" she asked, ignoring your question. You looked at her while he hands inched closer and closer to your pussy, "M-mango" you replied in a stutter when the woman ran her fingers over your slit.

"Adorable" she smiled softly, "recite The Sick Rose, without mistakes" Wanda added as she ran her fingers between your folds. Her touch was enough to make you close your eyes with pleasure, wanting to moan whenever she brushed over your clit. Wanda teased you until she was satisfied you were ready to take her fingers.

"Go on baby, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" she looked up at you as she slid two fingers into your pussy, using your own slick for an easy entrance.

"O R-rose thou a-art sick" you spoke, letting a moan or two slip as your professor buried her fingers deep inside you, "Keep going, ignore me. I'm just going to play with you for a while" she smirked knowing she had you melting in her hands.

"The invisible worm" you went on, letting your eyes close as Wanda began thrusting her fingers in and out of you. "That flies in th- more!" you broke, throwing your head back and pushing yourself more onto her fingers. Wanda stopped instantly, "I told you no mistakes! Start again" she looked at you, "the longer you play around baby, the longer you'll be waiting" she added as she looked over to the red dildo sitting beside you.

You nodded, "s-sorry miss" you moaned when she returned to thrusting her fingers deep inside you. "O Rose t-thou art sick. That flies in the night, In the h-howling storm:" with every word, Wanda sped up. Her free hand kept your hips still from thrusting yourself more on her fingers as you chased your building orgasm. "Has f-found out thy bed, of crimson j-joy:" your moans were beginning to make their own decisions causing you to take a few short seconds to get yourself together, trying your best not to stuff up the poem for a second time as Wanda curled her fingers inside you.

"I didn't say stop, did I?" Wanda looked up at you as she thrusted her fingers as deep as they could possibly go. "And his d-dark secret l-love, does thy life d-destroy!" you completed the poem with a loud moan, throwing your head back once more when you felt your professor slide a third finger inside you. "M-miss! Please!" You begged, knowing your orgasm was balancing on the edge.

Wanda smirked, "do you want to cum baby?" she asked. You nodded instantly with need, with want. "Please! P-please can I cum?!" You moaned once more.

"Who's the poem by baby? Tell me who wrote it and when and I'll let you cum"

The last thing your mind was thinking about was who wrote the poem, let alone when it was published but the need for release was growing stronger with every thrust from the professor. "W-William Blake!" you moaned in an almost scream, "1794!" you added.

"So you do listen, go on darling, cum!" Wanda instructed, finally something you didn't have to rack your brain to think about. You came hard around her fingers; she slowed her pace down to allow you to ride out your first orgasm. A proud smile tugged at the woman's lips when she slowly pulled her fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean while never breaking the eye contact she shared with you.

"So sweet" she hummed at your sweetness on her tongue before she reached for the strap on and harness. While you gathered yourself and recovered from your high, Wanda striped herself of her clothing and attached the harness to her waist, "now let's see how well you can listen" her eyes hinted for you to get on your knees.

Wanda ran her fingers through your hair as you looked up at her, the red toy in your face just waiting to meet the back of your throat. "You're too pretty to be playing these stupid little games darling" she spoke, "if you wanted me to ruin you, all you had to was ask nicely" she added before running the tip of the toy over your lips, "open up baby, it's time for your second lesson" she smirked as you opened your mouth, welcoming the toy as she guided it into your mouth.

You treated the toy as if it was real, doing everything you'd seen in videos, gagging and making a mess of the toy with your salvia while Wanda read multiple poems along with the author and published dates. Poems from Emily Dickinson, John Keats and Lord Byron where not bedded into your brain while Wanda used your mouth to prepare the toy for you ever growing wet pussy.

Wanda stopped you and removed the toy from your mouth and a soft and proud smile, "it's a shame I can't have your mouth looking this pretty in class, maybe you'd learn a lot more" she guided you back to your feet before crashing her lips onto yours, smiling against them knowing she now had her own perfect toy to use whenever she wanted, however she wanted.

"Next you'll recite Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson. No mistakes and no pauses and no moaning or you'll start everything that we've learnt so far" Wanda gently placed you back on her desk on your back, kindly spreading your legs for her to run the tip of her toy through your slick folds. "Word for word" she added as she guided the toy into your already clenching pussy.

You gripped the edge of your professor's desk to keep yourself from moaning her name at the way she stretched you out, bottoming out as her thumb drew light circles around your clit just to add to your pleasure. "Wild Nights! Wild Nights!" You started, hoping you weren't too loud but nodding at the same time, letting Wanda know it was okay for her to start moving. "Were I with thee, w-wild nights should be" you went on, fighting every need of yourself to moan while your knuckles turned white.

"Wild Nights should be,

Our luxury!

Futile the winds

To a heart in port—"

With every word, Wanda thrusted deeper into you, the room full with a mix of your words and the sound of her thighs slapping against your skin. Your head thrown back on the hard desk as your professor had her way with you, pounding into you, giving you more than you thought she could ever give. For weeks of teasing her and trying to get her to snap, this is exactly how you wanted her to take you, if not, even better than you thought.

"Done with the compass, done with the chart!" You went on.

"You're taking me so well baby, keep going, I know you're close" Wanda couldn't help herself as she lent down and planted kisses on your neck, careful not to leave a mark. One hand on your left hip while her other hand worked your clit with tight circles, driving you crazy.

"Rowing in Eden!

Ah! the sea!

Might I but moor

To-night in thee!" You finished with great struggle but when you looked at Wanda she smiled softly, "good job baby, now just lay there and look pretty while I play with you" she placed a hand over one of your hands that gripped her desk with all your might before she kissed your neck once more, "let it out darling, tell me how good I make you feel" she whispered. You moaned, finally! Feeling the way Wanda slid in and out of you with such ease and now being able to vocal show her just how good she truly was making you feel pushed you to the edge.

"Gonna cum!!" you moaned, wrapping your legs around Wanda's waist to keep her in place as she continued to pound into you. "Yeah? Do you think you deserve it? Are you going to start listening and paying attention in my classes more?" She looked at you with a raised brow, thrusting into you harder if that were even possible.

"Y-yes! I promise! God, p-please!" You begged in a loud moan.

"Yes, Miss Maximoff!" Wanda looked you directly in your eyes, secretly she loved when you called her in such a formal matter.

"Y-yes M-miss Maximoff!" you moaned once more, gripping your professor's arms unaware of how harshly you were digging your nails into her skin. "Cum for my baby, I've got you" Wanda instructed, finally letting you break as you moaned her name once more as you came all over her toy. Wanda lent down, wrapped her arms around you before pulling up into her chest, gently stroking your naked back as your orgasm took you to a place you never thought was possible.

"You did so good, baby, I've got you" she whispered as you began to come down form your high, clinging to her from your fucked out state. Wanda gently removed herself from inside of you, reaching for the box of tissues that sat on her desk and using them to gently clean you up.

Moments passed before you began to start dressing yourself, as did Wanda. "If you pass tomorrows test, we'll have another chat" Wanda spoke as she turned to face you. A soft smile tugged at your lips, "and what if I do?" you asked.

"Don't play games sweetheart, not ones you will lose at anyways" Your professor replied, handing you a practice quiz sheet, "go home and study" she added.

You left the room that day already thinking of other ways to earn yourself a little after class chat from your literature professor.

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fairykazu · 4 months

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NOT-SUPER-SECRET-CRUSH FT. SCARAMOUCHE contents: fem! reader, friends to lovers, requited love, highschool au, zhongli is ur dad, modern au masterlist | series masterlist | part two | part three

it was too early for this, the flickering fluorescent lighting overhead, snapping scaramouche's tired eyes awake. it was obvious he didn't get much sleep as his eyes were sunken in as much as he tried to hide it with concealer. putting his head down in his arms, yawning as ms. yae's aggravating voice rang in his ears. "scaramouche, lift your head up. you of all students need to pay attention." scaramouche took a deep breath as he rolled his eyes, what was the point of dissing him in the class when there's a student named itto who regularly skips this class? "scaramouche."

"ok." he lifted his head up, his hair disheveled. miss yae walked closer to the end of the classroom, her heels clicking with each step. "mr. raiden, don't make me call your mother."

scaramouche hissed back, "you would like that wouldn't you."

the silence filled the room as the pink haired teacher looked taken back. "just because of that, i'm calling her."

"whatever." after his last word, the class spilled back to normal as scaramouche felt as if he had to peel his eyelids back just to pay attention. but the noise was overwhelming as the lesson yae is making is coming out of one ear and out the other. trying to fight back the urge, he pinched himself but fell victim of falling asleep in the boring english class.

school wasn't the greatest for you because you're failing the two requirements to pass. math and science... screw the people who created this topic. if school was solely history and english, you would be flying out of the teyvat with rainbows, and you'd become the nyan cat or something.

when you arrived at your class, slightly late, miss guizhong greeted you with a smile, motioning you to come closer to her. she announced to the class to check their answers for homework as it was on the board. she turned to you, "name, you are not surviving this class."

"i know..."

"im not sure how you're not grasping this concept even if i had given you one of my best students to tutor you."

to be fair, haitham wasn't the greatest. he was the best student in your class, but he spent most of the tutoring with his not-boyfriend, bickering at any chance he could get.

"i know." it's really tiring to hear this even though you know you're failing, and you know you should get better by now. after all you are a junior now. but it's hard after years of getting used to being the bottom of the barrel. you tried to joke with yourself, 'at least, i have english and history!'

"if you know, scaramouche raiden, then you could ask him. he's one of the top students for these subjects." guizhong said, jotting down his name on a post it notes, giving you the yellow-colored paper.

oh wait, you forgot that scaramouche was a student that is soaring in the skies in this subject. maybe he'll help.

it was break and you spotted the familiar purple haired male from afar. you ran after him, attacking him from behind by pulling back on the lash tab. halting his way to his spot, scaramouche only turned his head to you. he was greeted by your smile, you tugged on the lash tab again, "hey, scara, can i ask you something?"

letting go of the back of the backpack when scaramouche turned fully to you, he rolled his eyes, as his friends walked ahead, assuming he'll catch up, "you did."

"haha, you're so funny." you glanced back at him, his face only told you to "get to the point."

"um, can you help me with ms guizhong's math class and miss nahida's bio class..."

scaramouche scoffed at the idea you just proposed, helping you? why would he even help you? you noticed how his face is not changing from his resting bitch face. you feared that you had to resort to older measures. "scaramouche, pleasseee! if you don't help me, my dad's going to kill me."

"how would mr. morax kill his favorite kid?" scaramouche raised a brow. "'cause, i'm literally failing like ... some of my classes... especially the class, my auntie is teaching...." you admitted, sheepishly. scaramouche's eyes widened, the daughter of one of the best teachers are failing. either you're really stupid or she sucks at his job. if he's being honest, it's probably the former. miss guizhong was great at her job.

seeing how scaramouche's porcelain poker face break, you took this as a chance to jab him where it hurts. you know that scaramouche isn't particularly good at the subject of english, especially when his teacher was literally his mom's girlfriend. "can you please help me with math and biology?" you began to whisper, "after that, i can help you with english homework from ms yae."

his face scrunched up as you could tell he was breaking resistence to your idea. itching the spot on his neck, he sighed, "fine. i will."

"alright! when do you want to meet up?"

"for?"

"the tutoring stuff."

"i did not agree to tutoring you."

"yes you did." you played a recording of scaramouche saying yes to the convo. just to annoy him, you started at the beginning and played his voice slower, a masculine voice going, "fine. i will." in reverb, basically catching the male red handed.

"you're insufferable."

"i know." you giggled as turning the opposite direction of scaramouche, not even looking back. unbeknownst to you, scaramouche was hiding a small smile.

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mayleaorlaith · 11 months

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His Favorite Tutoring Sessions

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Description: James didn’t like the idea of a tutor but maybe you weren’t so bad as he thought.

Wordcount: 2400+ words

Warnings: bickering. fluff.

Author’s note: This is my first request and I really loved this idea. The idea is based on the request of @ames1stuff. I hope you like it, love.

“A tutor?” Sirius exclaimed, laughing. He was doubled over and holding tight to the couch. There were many things Sirius found funny in life, but James needing a tutor would make the top of his list.

“It’s not that bad.”

Remus tried to soothe the wound but James wasn’t having any of it. “Not that bad? I don’t want a tutor. I don’t need one.”

“Well if they appointed you one that means you do, buddy.”

Sirius always made the situation a little worse as he patted James on the back.

“Look at it on the bright side, she might be cute. Or he.”

“Shut up,” James grumbled and dropped himself on the couch next to Sirius. “Tomorrow is the first lesson or class?”

“You even need a tutor to tutor you about tutoring.” All his friend offered was laughter and jokes while to James it wasn’t a joke. He pushed Sirius off the couch and claimed it for himself. His arms are over his eyes.

“I am not going. I can get help from Remus, Right?”

From the look of his friend James should have known the answer was no, and it would stay no until James Potter was deemed hopeless to teach.

You could turn to the clock as many times as you wanted but the truth was, James Potter was late. Not just a little late but over thirty minutes late. He had reached the maximum of time you would waste on people.

With a sigh, you grabbed all books and papers that were scattered on the table.

You might have already left if it weren’t for your name being mentioned.

“I am James Potter.”

It took a second for you to turn around. Swallowing the annoyance you feel when looking at him. You had known James Potter, the boy that always pulled pranks with his mates. “You are late.”

“I know I’m-”

“Thirty minutes late,” you snapped at him and dropped down in the chair. This would be the second time you would occupy it and you wanted to make it quick. It was never a good start to be late but when they were thirty minutes late you were left with the feeling of disdain.

James didn’t finish his sentence. He just sat down, grumbling under his breath in order for you to miss it and watched you. Even when you raised your eyebrows at him he still watched you.

You sighed again and pushed your own books to him. “Next time bring something. No, next time don’t waste my time.”

“You sound mad,” he said in response, leaning back in the chair.

He jumped slightly at your dry laugh. The book was no longer in front of him as you pulled it back. “If you want to fail why didn’t you just say so?”

All he could do was watch you gather your things and watch you walk away. The screeching of your chair bought the attention of other students to the two of you and he hated that they witnessed this fiasco.

He cursed under his breath and quickly hurried after you.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You didn’t.”

“It feels like I did.”

“I’m not offended, I’m annoyed,” you stated and turned to him, “but that might not be something you usually pay attention to.”

James simply rolled his eyes and pulled the closest two chairs back. “Please?”

You weren’t sure if it was actually pity you felt for the boy or if you simply caved because of the shy smile he gave you but you sat down and opened your books again.

You really hoped the third time would be the charm.

If there was one thing you had learned from time it was that James Potter had a tendency to arrive late.

You promised yourself to leave after thirty minutes and this time the shy smile wouldn’t help him. The first fifteen minutes you kept telling yourself it wouldn’t be like last time. That James Potter truly wanted to be tutored in order to pass, but as minutes pass you also told yourself how stupid that now looked.

When twenty-five minutes had passed you were grabbing your things.

It was official, James Potter wasn’t worthy of your time if all he did was waste it.

“I know that look, you gave it to me yesterday.”

You hadn’t expected him to show up. The little jump made that clear. You even dropped some of the papers that you had in your hands.

“So you decided to show up?” You snapped at him.

James still took his seat, like he wasn’t almost a half hour late again.

“Are you always late for tutoring?” You asked him when you looked down at him.

James watched you as you still stood before him. He noted how you didn’t take a seat, how you didn’t put your books down.

“Is there anything I can do to make the situation better?” He pulled a sweet smile this time and it would have made you cave the first time but not the second time.

You laughed at him, dropping your books and letting the sound carry through the library. James shrank into himself. He wanted to hide behind the stacks of paper but you were holding them all.

“Maybe come on time. That would be a start, but I am not tutoring you today. You can come back in two days when our next session is scheduled.”

“But I need help now,” James tried as he rushed out of the chair.

You didn’t give in this time. You just looked at him and picked up your books. “You should have thought of that before you wasted my time, again.”

Sirius knew the moment James returned he had somehow made you angry at him. He already laughed before James had to explain everything.

“Yeah, keep on laughing. I am the laughing stock today,” James grumbled when he dropped onto the couch, “you laugh while I go get some new friends.”

“You are always so dramatic. Now, tell me, what did you do?”

He only groaned. James wanted to sink further into the couch, till nobody could find him again. “I was late.”

“That ain’t so bad. Just say you are sorry and really need this.”

James shook his head and turned to Sirius. “I was thirty minutes late. Twice.”

He waited for his friend’s reaction. he expected laughter and jokes, but nothing came from Sirius. Nothing but silence filled the room and came on James like a thick blanket waiting to suffocate him. he shouldn’t care that he made you mad at him, he barely knew you. He didn’t do it on purpose and that made him hate it.

You only tried to help him and he treated you and your help like something he can cast away and retrieve when he saw fit. Of course, you were mad at him, he should be mad at himself. He already was mad at himself without knowing what this felt like.

Disappointment, sadness, injustice. Everything James felt now was not something he liked and he had to agree with you. He should have given everything more thought.

“I’m here, I’m on time.” You jumped in your seat when James Potter stood hunched over the table. “Please tell me I’m on time.”

He looked like he ran a mile, and had to escape some teacher but he was in fact on time. “Yes, you are.”

He dropped himself on the chair next to you and took a book out of his bag.

You couldn’t help but watch with confusion as he then proceeded to take out a feather.

“Who are you and what have you done to James Potter?” you asked him with a laugh.

“Has nobody ever told you that I am a master in being excellent in everything?”

“If we forget about our first two meetings, I still wouldn’t believe that,” you said with a smile and took out your books too. You had kept them in your bag just in case but he had surprised you in the end. “I think we should start on page 394.”

You were impressed by James. There wasn’t much comparison to previous encounters but still, he exceeded expectations. He wasn’t your best student and he lost concentration quickly but he did make it fun.

When you had everything in your hands James turned to you. He wore a kind smile this time when he grasped your attention, “thank you, for helping me. I know I haven’t said that before.”

“It’s no problem. I think you will be just fine for the next test, all you need is just a little more tutoring.”

“Nobody needs this much tutoring,” Sirius said as he watched James sit on the wooden chair next to you.

He flipped the pages over while his attention wasn’t on them at all. Remus too could see he was doing things without a mind on it.

“That boy has been getting tutored by her for over two months now. He already passed. You can’t tell me he is doing this to learn. Yeah, learn how to actually get the girl.” Sirius laughed at his own words, still watching his friend

“You think he needs a little help, don’t you?” Remus turned to Sirius who watched the two with a devious smirk on his lips.

“Maybe just a little.”

They waited close to the library, all for James Potter to finish his tutoring session. The moment he was close to them Sirius spoke up, grasping his attention.

“She doesn’t do dates, James. Not once this year or any other year,” Sirius said as he pushed himself off the wall, “couldn’t you find someone easier?”

James jumped up. “No need to scare me, man.”

Sirius shook his head and watched you go, already rounding the corner out of everybody’s sight.

“James, you might want a great plan to agree on a date if you like her,” Remus said softly and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. He squeezed him softly for encouragement.

“What gave it away?”

“You. Nobody needs this much tutoring when they already passed. You look at her so long I’m surprised she didn’t notice it yet.”

James nodded. His friends were right, he knew that. He had told you he wanted more tutoring for other subjects, all to extend his time with you. He even had you agree to more sessions in a week. James was desperate to spend more time with you and it was only a matter of time for the boys to notice.

“I’m gonna make her go on a date with me, and if she doesn’t like me after that then that is fine. But I’d be damned if I didn’t try.”

James Potter managed to come on time for his tutoring session. In fact, he was never late again. It truly was the third time a charm.

“You got it?”

He hummed at your question, his eyes focussed on you, not your explanation but just you.

“James?” You waved your hand in front of him until he snapped out of his trance. “You good?”

“Yes, sorry. I was on a different planet I think.”

He could already hit his own head at the answer. Another planet? How dumb could he sound? But your giggle made brightened his mood instantly. Like the sun was the only planet he was on and he didn’t mind if he burned on it.

He didn’t mind the burn. He didn’t mind the answer. he didn’t mind if you told him no and didn’t want to see him again. The only thing he minded is if he didn’t try.

“I got a proposition,” he told you and sat straight in his chair.

Your eyes scanned his face for a sliver of information but there was nothing on his face that gave you an answer. You had to hear it from him.

“I had a test last week and any day now I will receive my results. If I end up being the best of the class I want to take you on a date.”

He said it like a man that had nothing to lose. Like the smile you gave him was his reward, it even felt like it when you shook your head smiling like a mad woman.

You had to give it to James, you had never had this proposition before. The chances of James actually ending up highest were slim. He still made mistakes every time you tutored him, he always asked for more time. But a part of you did hope for a good result.

Maybe because of that, you agreed so easily. Because no matter what outcome you would like it either way. A date, or him needing to spend more time with you. There truly was no downside in his little proposition.

“Okay, but if you don’t have the highest, you have to bring me my favorite candy at every other tutoring session.”

James smiled, he wouldn’t mind that at all.

You waited patiently for James to arrive. The courtyard was almost entirely empty except for some other students.

When he showed up he waved a piece of parchment in the air. A look of pure happiness on his face that instantly lit up your own. You knew what that piece of paper would tell you. James Potter was not so hopeless to teach as you first thought he was. He had surprised you in the way you liked it most.

“Look what I have,” he told you and held his score in front of you.

“I am so proud of you.”

When James pulled the paper away he could see the meaning the words held. You were proud of him, of his accomplishments. He almost felt sorry for making you think he still needed tutoring but he didn’t. He liked seeing you proud, especially when it was at him.

“I believe you owe me a date.”

“I do, but that also comes with a confession,” you told him with a smile. There was no need to fear what you would say next, he made all your past doubts vanish from the face of the earth. “I would have gone on a date with you even if you didn’t.”

James wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, beaming down at you.

“Then I will confess something too. I didn’t need those extra lessons. I just needed to spend some time with my favorite tutor.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I am your only tutor.”

James tightened his arm around you, pulling you in until there was barely any space between you two.

“Exactly, why do you think that is?” he asked with that stupid lovely smile.

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zriasstuff · 3 months

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Tutoring lessons pt.1- Blaise Zabini x reader

In which you and Blaise get to know each other on a deeper level, which you never expected.

To be honest, I don’t know how to characterize Blaise at all, and all the “Slytherin Boys react” that I read always barely have any Blaise in it, so just run with it :’)

There will be a pt.2 with smut too, just see this as setting the scene.

“Can we please just take a break”, Blaise annoyingly asks you for the thousandth time. It’s as if he was a little child who couldn’t focus for more than 10 minutes.

“No, we just need to go through one more question, then we can take a break”, you tell him, but that answer doesn’t seem to satisfy him.

One reason why this was so difficult for him is that he never did his own work in class. Hence, concentrating didn’t exactly come easy to him. The only reason for which Blaise was even passing, was him paying other people to do his work for him. It was something you could never imagine yourself doing.

So, you would think that when he asked you to tutor him, he actually started to care about school, but quite the opposite apparently. His behavior made you believe it was all just some elaborate joke by him.

It wasn’t merely today, you’d been doing this for weeks already and there seemed to be no progress at all. You started wondering whether the problem was you or him.

As you tried your best to explain the last question to him, he rolled his eyes resentfully, and signaled clearly to you that he wasn’t paying attention anymore. His head was tiresomely hanging from his shoulders, and he sighed as you went on and on about stuff he doesn’t care about.

“You got that?”, you check up on him occasionally, fearing that this was all just for nothing again.

“Uh-huh”, he responds in annoyance. It was the most unconvincing thing you ever heard. He could at least try to sound interested.

With the amount of time that had passed, in which he cared so little, you finally couldn’t take it anymore. Here you were, making sure a fellow classmate would pass his finals, and he was being nothing but ungrateful.

You shut the textbook promptly, which creates a loud banging noise, and look at the utterly unmotivated person sitting next to you.

“Could you please just try for a second because I’m starting to doubt you’d understand what we’re learning about, even if you tried”, you spurt out. The words coming from your mouth spilled out uncontrollably, it was like all your repressed inner thoughts were finally being said out loud.

“I’m really trying my hardest here, to make you understand and I’ve been getting nothing from you for weeks”, you continued your confrontation, although you started sounding a little desperate at this point. You keep looking at him intensely, while also coming off as extremely frustrated.

Blaise, after being shocked at first by your sudden frustration that you let out on him in a rather unfriendly way, counters with the same attitude right away.

“Listen, I know you think grades are the most important shit, but they’re not. I’m good at other things, and maybe I don’t want to work with you because you suck at explaining.”, he spits at you, gradually raising his voice.

Having said that, he actually got up, ready to leave the library altogether. Not that you minded, but something about this interaction felt unfinished. He still had to explain certain things to you, so you stop him in his tracks by following him and demanding him to stay.

“Just leave me alone, will you”, he sighs loudly, back still turned to you. “And you’re definitely fired”, he adds, quickly turning around and glancing at you as he’s saying that.

“S- Seriously?", you are stunned by his behavior. “How mature of you by the way, you’re firing me?”, you continue, mocking him along the way. “It’s not my fault you’re so stupid and slow, I mean it’s not like anyone else will have patience with you. So yeah, have fun failing”

Blaise finally fully turns to you again and opens his mouth for a second, but no words come out. Not sure what he was feeling, you suddenly start to feel a pit in your stomach building. Maybe you’d gone too far. You could’ve definitely expressed that in a nicer, more constructive way.

You were the only people left in the library, it was late. Perhaps that’s why this interaction felt like it was ages long.

Finally, after what seems like hours of just standing face to face without saying anything, you decide it was time to be the bigger person. Blaise certainly didn’t seem like he was ready to break the ice.

Innerly you know what you said before was uncalled for, but nonetheless every fight is a two person job.

“I- I’m sorry”, you begin, “what I said was uncalled for, and just out of frustration. I just, I just want to know that my tutoring is actually helping, you know.” You notice your voice getting more quiet as you go on, but as you were standing so close he must’ve still heard.

“You know I asked you to tutor me because McGonagall was on my ass, not because I actually cared”, he states.

“I kinda figured after the first few sessions”

Another moment of quietness passes before he goes on.

“At the start I actually wanted to do good, to prove I’m not as incompetent as everyone thinks I am”, he confesses honestly. This was the first time Blaise actually sounded genuine about something, it made you want to get to know him more.

“But after a while, I realized I was in fact hopeless and stupid-”

“Don’t say that”, you try to comfort him swiftly. It was dreadful when people said those hurtful things about themselves, but you know you and your earlier outburst were at fault here too.

“No it’s true, you just said it, don’t try to deny it”

Now you feel even worse. You never wanted to make him feel this bad about himself, and no one should ever think so low of themselves either. In the past, you also had plenty of self deprecating thoughts about yourself, but you tried your best to wash those away. Along the way you realized that you were so much better of a person than you’d ever given yourself credit for.

Quickly, you try to come up with something to make him feel better, but you're afraid you have ruined it. So, honestly, you tell him that you’re sorry and don’t know what to say. Whoever said “honesty is the best policy” better be damn right now you think.

Blaise pondered for a moment, but appeared to enjoy the honesty after all. Same as you, he decided to own up to his faults too.

“It’s not your job to make me feel better, besides I haven’t been the best student either. It just sucks having everyone think you’re the worst”

Slowly, you feel the tension completely dissolving between you two. Communicating was the key after all. Now you knew exactly what to say to Blaise.

“I know it sucks, and you can ignore what I said. But what I can give you as advice is that it’s your mindset that’s holding you back”

“What do you mean?”, he questions, raising an eyebrow at you, not fully understanding yet.

“You keep getting dragged down by all the negativity, so much that you started to give up on yourself too. It’s like you know you’re going to fail, so you don’t even try.”

“So you’re saying I should just believe in myself”, he asks to make sure he got what you said, also seeming rather unimpressed.

“Look, I know it sounds basic, but it’s true, no?”

As he’s thinking about what you said, Blaise sees your point. He did in fact never actually try. Copying off of others. Failing tests, saying he never studied to begin with. Never studying, so he’d have an excuse for why he failed. Not doing work because he’s afraid that if he did, he’d have a confirmation that he was in fact stupid. Perhaps it was really time to change something about his whole mindset.

“Will you keep trying to help me, if I promise I’ll actually try?”, he asks nervously. He realizes he just became more vulnerable than ever. Especially to someone he hadn’t even considered to be his friend before. He was looking forward to being friends with you though, and hopefully in the future he’d get to know things about you too. Before that, you had to decide though whether you wanted to help him.

“Well I don’t know”

“Oh-”

“Don’t you have to un-fire me first”, you joke. You practically saw the relief wash over his face. Looks like he really means what he was saying. Blaise expressed his gratitude for your help, and offered to do something for you too in the meantime. Since you couldn't think of anything, you just told him that tutoring him would look good on your resume too, and you left it at that.

Turns out, on your walk back to the Slytherin common room, that you two had a lot in common too, even if you had differences when it came to your studies. Surprisingly, your guys’ favorite quidditch team was the same, and you had the same favorite players. Both of you also shared the same dream vacation locations, and most importantly you both agreed that Malfoy kinda looked like a ferret.

#slytherin #oneshot #fanfic #slytherin boys #drabble #harry potter oneshot #slytherin reader #blaise zabini #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x reader #slytherin boys x you #blaise zabini fluff #slytherin boys x reader #harry potter

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ advanced (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; when all of your friends left you for changing, Hermione was the only one that stayed.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 1.6k

notes; READER IS RAVENCLAW.

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It didn’t take you very long to discover that the professors of Hogwarts don’t actually care about the academics of their students. If they did, then they’d offer more challenging material for those who need it more than others. Like you, for example.

There have been countless times where you’ve asked for harder assignments because what they were giving you was entirely too easy. You’d blow through their work in fifteen minutes, and then they’d expect you to make yourself busy until the end of class, as if that made any sense.

They didn’t want to give you harder work, because that meant they’d have to create a whole new curriculum for you, basically. They wanted you to continue to follow along with their lessons and do well in class. Harder work meant potential failing grades, and they weren’t going to take the chance.

So, you moved onto seeing if you could work ahead of your class. However, that only worked for so long. The only teacher that even entertained the idea was Snape, surprisingly, and that was mostly because he wanted to see how much you could do before you gave up.

You liked it, because that meant you’d have to read the potions book for once instead of skimming over it. You stayed up for countless nights finishing papers, excited that you finally had something to do.

He got tired of watching you turn in work weeks in advance, because that meant you weren’t paying attention in class. Which isn’t entirely true, because you often found more helpful information in the class, and you were able to correct your mistakes—what little you had. Besides, you think he was fed up that you didn’t tap out.

It brought on a brief phase of doing other students’ work, especially the older students, until you got in trouble for that. It was fair, you couldn’t really complain about it because it made sense.

The very last effort you made was taking the issue up with Dumbledore, in hopes that he’d side with you and possibly talk to the teachers about giving you more nutritional work than what they had to offer. Instead, you were shut down and told that everything is taught at a pace for a reason.

Since, you’ve decided that you don’t really care about showing up to class anymore. If they’re not going to try and help you, after you’ve asked them several times, then you’re not going to humor them. What’s the worst they’ll do? Give you detention?

Well, they have. Each time you go, it’s the same bullshit about finishing your work, and then you can go. And each time, you finish the paper in ten minutes and slap it on the Professor’s desk on the way out. They don’t even bother to stop you anymore, because they know the work is actually done.

What a shame, really. You’ve spent a lot of time lately, thinking about what other students they’re letting down by going about it this way. In muggle schools, they have advanced classes for students who are ahead. You can’t understand why they don’t do the same here.

They’re all about bright witches and wizards, until they have one right in front of them. Of course, maybe it’s because of the house you’re in. It’s expected of ravenclaws to go above and beyond in their work. Maybe there have been hundreds of other girls and boys like you, looking for more and then repeatedly being let down.

You would transfer, if you could.

“I was thinking we could go to the Three Broomsticks tonight.” Hermione bounces, looking between you and her two other friends.

Hermione’s the only real friend that you’ve managed to keep this year. The other friendships that you’ve taken years to perfect have all vanished into thin air. It must have something to do with them being afraid that your troublesome behavior is contagious. At least, that’s what you like to think, because they all stopped coming around when you began to skip class.

You can’t explain just how weird it is to go from being the most popular student in ravenclaw, to being not talked about at all. They were proud to call you one of them because of your test scores and excellent behavior, but it took a sharp turn when you no longer followed the criteria of the house.

You thought that shit would only happen with the slytherin’s—you suppose betrayal can happen anywhere.

When it comes to Hermione, though, she can’t bring herself to care. She can see why you skip class to cause discussion with your Professors, but she always turns her nose up when you mention detention. It’s an idea that’s never crossed her mind once, and it didn’t cross yours for a while, either.

Besides, she’s friends with Ron and Harry, who are friends of yours by association. The two of them are always getting in trouble, whether they mean to or not. She had to let go of the fact that you had unintentionally turned into one of them, without ever meeting them before.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. You’ve had a few conversations with the two of them, none of them were meaningful enough to remember.

“Sounds good,” Harry says, “Are we going to be studying again…?”

Ron makes a noise, “Please, no.”

“Yes, we are. There’s going to be another round of tests. The Professors warned us about this last week. We need to be ready.” She says.

“Hermione, I think you and (Y/n) are the only ones that care.” Ron says.

“I don’t need to study.” You give him a look, “And you should care. If your grade drops any lower, I think they’re going to kick you off the quidditch team.”

“They won’t.” Harry says.

“I don’t care, anyway.” Ron rolls his eyes, “Let them try.”

Hermione places her hand on Ron’s shoulder, tilting her head, “I care.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, suppressing the urge to slap her hand off of him. Or better, get that look off of her face, “I can’t go.”

“Why?” She pulls her hand away, a frown appearing.

“I got detention.” You lie, crossing your arms and looking away.

“What? When? I thought you said you were going to stop skipping.” Hermione says.

“It was last week,” You say, “And I said I wouldn’t do it as often, not that I would stop altogether.”

You share a look with Hermione, and she doesn’t seem very happy. You’re not sure what she wants from you, exactly. You might be lying to her about having detention, but you did say that you would try. If you stop, then that gives them the impression that you’ve given up. And you’re not a quitter.

You wouldn’t mind going to the Three Broomsticks tonight, it’s just that you’re not really in the mood to watch her be all touchy with Ron for the rest of the night.

“Is something wrong?” She finally asks.

“Nope, I’m fine. I should go, I’m going to be late.” You stop walking, “I’ll see you guys later?”

“You can’t meet us there?” Harry asks.

“I’m making up a test. That’s why the detention was postponed for so long.” You shrug, “I’m going to head back to my dorm when I’m done.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” Ron waves, you lift your hand.

You turn around, heading the direction you came from. There’s no doubt that Hermione caught on to the lie towards the end. If it weren’t for you, she would be the top student in your grade. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone pick apart a sentence so thoroughly before.

You make it through two hallways before you hear your name being called. When you look over your shoulder, you’re met with Hermione. “You’re not actually heading to detention, are you?”

“I am.” You squint at her.

“Really? What class?”

“Snape’s.”

“Snape doesn’t have his detentions on Wednesday’s.”

“I have to make up a test. The deadline is soon.”

“He couldn’t have done it yesterday?”

“I don’t know, I don’t make the schedules, I just show up.”

“You wouldn’t mind me walking you there, then?”

Your eyebrows twitch. You should’ve known she’d do this.

“What’s the purpose of that?”

“To make sure you get there.”

You press your lips together, “You don’t believe me.”

“No, I don’t. Snape was very specific at the beginning of the year that he’d make no exceptions.”

“It’s not an exception if he organized it, right?”

“Let’s go.” She begins walking, and you walk behind her a few steps.

You shake your head, “What are Ron and Harry doing?”

“They’re going to meet me there.”

You sigh, “Why are you doing this?”

“To make sure you’re telling the truth.”

“Am I not trustworthy to you?” You ask her, “And even if I’m lying, don’t you think I’d be doing it for a reason?”

She scoffs, “Humor me by telling me what that reason might be.”

“Maybe the fact that I can’t stand to see you so touchy with Ron.” You spit, she keeps moving for a second, before she stops to look at you.

“Why would that matter to you?” She asks, “You’re lying to get away from me, so you can’t care that much.”

“Take a guess, Hermione.” You grit your teeth.

You watch her think over it, and slowly, you’re able to watch the color flood her cheeks at the realization. There’s only one reason that it would make sense for you to try and distance yourself from her, and it’s the same reaction that a lot of people would have if the person they liked didn’t feel the same way.

“Oh.” She murmurs, “Okay.”

You raise your eyebrows, “That’s it?”

“No, well, yes,” She smiles nervously, “You feel the same way that I do.”

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chericheriladyxo · 5 months

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Could you do like a fluff fic about Mattheo bugging y/n during class? But like he's just being silly goofy and eventually y/n humours him once they're given time to work. Thank you!!

Ofc!! I love that thank you :) I kind of got carried away so I'll probably write a sequel, and I'm sorry if Mattheo isn't as edgy as he usually is but hope you like it!

Danish [fluff]

- Classmates/Acquaintances - Reader's house not mentioned --Read the Request Above!--

It was your first class of the day, and you were already feeling your lack of sleep from the night before. You trudged to your seat and set your books down on the corner of the table. The only good thing that you could see was Mattheo's absence.

You felt relived as you bent over to grab a pencil from your bag. When you sat back up though, Mattheo was sitting annoyingly close, with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Dammit! When did you get here?" You yelped, startled.

"I just sat down, were you worried about me?"

"Never." You said disgusted and turned your attention to the front of the room as the professor walked in. He started talking about transfigurations, but try as you might to focus, you couldn't help but notice Mattheo's shameless stare towards you.

You snapped your head to look at him, "Can you stop fucking staring at me? Is there something wrong?" You whispered harshly,

"Sorry." He said but didn't turn his gaze away. You scoffed and shifted in your seat uncomfortably. After a few moments, he whispered in your ear.

"What'd you have for breakfast? Because I tried those new danishes and they were- amazing." He practically moaned in your ear.

"Oh my god Mattheo- why did you do that?"

"What? They were really good." He sat back in his chair with a hurt expression on his face. You rolled your eyes as he made another comment, "So? What did you have for breakfast?"

"Um- nothing. I kind of lost track of time before class, I'll get something later." He was silent for a moment.

"I have danish left; it's all wrapped nicely and everything. Do you want it?"

"Knowing you, you probably put a love potion in it, with how much you seem to want my attention."

He scoffed, "I'm offering you the last of my stash of the most delicious pastry I've ever had the pleasure of tasting, and you still treat me like this?" He covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to cry.

"Would you shut up- we'll get in tr-"

"Miss l/n! Care to explain why you're disrupting my teaching so- loudly?"

"I'm sorry professor, it won't happen again." Your face flushed with embarrassment as Mattheo snickered to the right of you.

For the rest of the lesson, you stared directly at the front and ignored any attempt of Mattheo to distract you. After awhile, the professor gave the class time to work.

He stared down at the desk, "I don't know why I'm in this class, I mean- you're way smarter than me. I guess because my dad expects me to be the top of my class. As soon as he finds out my grade is slipping- he'll probably pull me out." Your face turned concerned at his sudden confession. "I'm sorry for getting you in trouble, it's not your fault I can't focus."

"Thanks.. it's okay. Maybe I'll try a danish tomorrow, if they're as good as you say."

"They are!" As Mattheo was about to say something, the teacher passed back the tests you had taken the week before. Yours landed on the table showing a solid A+, whereas Mattheo's was covered in red ink and marked with a D-. He cringed at the sight of his grade.

"I mean- you didn't fail?" He scoffed,

"Anything below an A is failing for my father." Then, his eyes widened, "What if tutored me?" He said suddenly,

"Would you even listen?" You said, yet not totally shutting down the idea.

"Yes, yes I would. Especially if it's you- I don't know why, but I can actually focus on what you're saying. So, please?"

"..Ok. But if your grade doesn't improve, I don't want to waste my time."

"I'll pay you- I know you're busy."

"I- ok." You agreed to Mattheo's proposal. 'Why am I agreeing to this? Maybe it's because, whether I'd like to admit it or not, he's stupidly charming.' You thought.

The bell rang and Mattheo gathered his things, "I'll see tomorrow?"

"Yea, sounds good." You smiled softly, "Library?"

"Mhm." I waved and walked out of the classroom, leaving you with a blush and a smile that you couldn't wipe of your face.

(pt 2??)

#harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n

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aita-blorbos · 4 months

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AITA for cooking meth with my former chemistry student, killing two people, and lying to my family about it?

I (50M) was recently diagnosed with inoperable, likely fatal lung cancer. I work at a highschool as a chemistry teacher, but both the pay and the students are terrible. Case in point, my "lab partner" (24M) - who we'll call "Cap'n" because of course he'd insist on a stupid nickname like that - not only completely flunked my class, but then went on to skip college entirely and become a meth-addicted drug dealer instead.

Understandably, I was a little shaken after receiving my diagnosis. It came as a surprise since I've never smoked, I keep myself in relatively fair health, etc. (Recently my wife has taken to vegan bacon- apparently it helps lower cholesterol, but I digress.) I haven't told my family about the situation yet; I'm still trying to figure out how to "let the cat out of the bag", not to mention I doubt my wife will take it very well.

As for deciding to try cooking methamphetamine, well. I'm not really sure how to explain it, exactly, but there's a lot of money in it, money that would benefit my family, and I don't have much to lose anymore. This may sound cliche, but it's as though I'm really awake for the first time in my life.

Cap'n and I formed a partnership by circumstance only; I found out he was in "the business" and offered to either turn him into the DEA or work with me, and he naturally took the second option. He had no idea what he was doing on the chemistry side of things - chili powder in the meth! applying heat to an Erlenmeyer flask! no wonder I flunked him, he clearly learned nothing in my class - but does know the trade.

(Note: Don't buy all of your supplies from the same store.)

Sorry, I'm getting too far into the weeds here, let me skip ahead. We purchased a trailer and drove out to somewhere in the middle of the desert to cook without added attention or need for dramatic cleanup if we had to leave the area in a hurry. Our first batch was, according to Cap'n, "pure glass." After all of that complaining, I had cooked the finest product he'd ever seen on the first try! Goes to show paying attention in school does pay off, ahem. In case any of you were reading this and thinking of skipping off to go and make highly illegal substances and risk years in prison instead of doing your homework. You all still have your entire lives ahead of you. I don't.

After making it, the next logical course of action was to sell. Cap'n said he had some connections - I mean, he is a drug dealer, I saw no reason not to trust him (I now see how little sense that makes.) - and came back with two men with guns pointed at both of us. You must understand, it was a kill or be killed situation. These are the kind of people who don't care about morals, or what's right or ethical or kind. If they'd lived... not just me, but my wife, my son, and my entire family would all be in serious, mortal danger. I had no choice.

Cap'n by this point had been knocked out cold- still alive, but entirely unhelpful with the situation at hand. I was on my own. So I offered to show the goons how I made the "glass", surely they wanted to see how it was done? And they did- I still can't believe that actually worked. But, ah, instead of actually cooking anything, I gave them... let's call it a chemistry lesson. When significant heat is applied to red phosphorus - a key ingredient in Cap'n and I's "extracurricular science project" - it oxidizes. Your result is phosgene gas, highly deadly, hence the "killing two people." One... technically isn't dead yet- somehow he managed to survive, I still don't fully understand how, but I'm... I'm working on it. Cap'n still has yet to get rid of the first body, so... technically I'm not failing to withhold my share of the cleanup, since he hasn't done so with his.

I realize now this is very long, but I wanted to explain the context for my actions. However, a tl;dr for those who might be in a hurry: I was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, so with nothing else to lose decided to try to make some money for my family by cooking and selling methamphetamine. Coincidentally, a former student of mine was also in the business, and I convinced him to work with me. When we tried to put our product on the market, two people tried to kill us, so I acted in self-defense.

But I really, really must know... is what I did wrong? Should I have been content to live the rest of however-long-I-have-left working a miserable job as a public high school chemistry teacher instead? Should I have found a less fatal way of dealing with the two men who tried to kill me and my partner? AITA?

P.S. It's pretty late as I'm typing this so I might've made some errors in coherency or grammar, for which I apologize.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year

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MC: *in a formal teaching attire* Good morning, everyone. I'll be your substitute teacher for today.

Ace and Deuce: M-Madame/Ma?!

MC: Everyone should now calm down. I'll make certain that everyone remembers what we're going to cover in this hour.

MC: Because if any of you fail Professor Trein's exam tomorrow, I'll make sure an extra hour is added to your regular schedule. *looks at them with a clear warning in her gaze*

*a few hours ago*

MC: Professor Trein, your visit has taken me by surprise.

Trein: Ah, yes. I sincerely apologize.

MC: I'm guessing it's critical. How do you want me to assist you?

Trein: Oh. First, let me explain my situation to you. My dear wife has called and requested that I return home today. As soon as possible.

Trein: However, I don't have anyone to ask to substitute my class, and I can't just let students hang out during my time.

MC: I see. So you want me to teach in your place?

Trein: I'm not pressuring you, Madame.

MC: No. It's all right, Professor. Your wife was gracious enough to invite me to dinner despite the fact that I was unable to attend.

MC: This will be my way of apologizing to her.

Trein: Thank you very much. You're obviously nice.

MC: However, I'm curious if you'll be leaving lesson plans for me.

Trein: Without a doubt. I have them with me.

MC: Perfect. I'll make certain that your students learn a lot.

Trein: *chuckles* Please, please. Do not overdo it. You could take my place.

MC: I don't think so. I'm nothing in comparison to you, professor. *smiling*

MC: What's your name, mister? *pointing her folded fan at a student*

Jack: J-Jack Howl, Miss!

MC: You appear to be paying close attention in my class. Now I'm curious to see if you weren't acting.

Jack: *his tail wagging*

MC: What's the answer to this question?

Jack: *answers correctly*

MC: *nods* Very well. You have indeed paid attention.

MC: You may now take your seat.

*the bell rings*

MC: Hm. That, I believe, concludes our discussion for today. Goodbye.

Deuce: *rushes towards her* Let me carry your stuff, Ma— Madame!

Ace: Oi, Deucey! Don't leave me behind!

Jack: ...

The students: *talks about her after she left*

Heartslabyul student: Can you believe that? I didn't fall asleep in history class!

Octavinelle student: Maybe because it's a different teacher?

Pomefiore student: I could still remember everything she discussed! In fact, I feel confident that I will perfect Professor Trein's exam tomorrow!

Jack: ...

Jack: Miss!

MC: *turns to look at him* Yes, Jack Howl?

Jack: *has approached her in the hallway* Yes! But you can just call me "Jack", Miss!

MC: Why did you approach me, Jack? Is there anything in our lesson that you don't completely understand?

Jack: N-No, Miss! Everything is fine! It's just that— *keels over*

Jack: PLEASE ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR STUDENT! I'LL BE A GOOD ONE!

MC: ...

MC: Alright. You are welcome to pay a visit to the Ramshackle dorm. However, I recommend that you only go there if you are not too busy or if you are having difficulty with your studies.

MC: That's it. Now hurry up and get to your next class on time. *turns around and walks away*

Jack: Thank you, Miss!!!

Riddle and Azul: *learning that MC has taught history class on freshmen*

Riddle and Azul: ...

Riddle: Don't you think Professor Crewel has any plans on getting a substitute teacher?

Azul: Even if he does so, I don't think the Madame will accept it.

Riddle: Why?

Azul: Madame has told me once that chemistry classes have never been kind to her.

Riddle: I see. How unfortunate.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: However, isn't Madame a good fit for P.E.?

Azul: ...

Azul: *smirks* Now that's an idea.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst jack #twst ace #twst deuce #twst riddle #twst azul #twst mother of all

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woneuntonzz · 3 months

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what's it like to love ? 𓇢𓆸

anton lee x afab!reader (part 2/5)

• part 1

• part 3

• part 4

• part 5

warning/s: cussing!

genre: fluff -`♡´- highschool love

word count: 2.8k words!!

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ description: student athlete!anton x studious class officer!reader | you swore to yourself, to you friends and even to your parents “I'm not one to easily fall.” and you thought you were that tough, not until him of course. [note!!: hiii i'd just like to quickly say that this is my first ever post ever and i'm still a bit insecure with my writing, and english is not my first language so bare with me now 🙏 open for any forms of feedback please do take note that i will take longer to update/respond to anything because of school, thank you!!! ]

[Day 1]

A new day has come to greet you, but just like yesterday, you were once again lacking a few hours of sleep. You had your eyes closed, but you kept thinking about the endless possible scenarios that await you the next day. You were embarrassed to admit it, but you brought yourself to school with much anticipation, cause he had something to prove after all.

When you got to school, you were expecting the same, empty and quiet classroom that always greeted you in the morning —being the first to arrive in your class all the time. When you unlocked the door however, you were instead met with Anton sitting in front of your desk with his back facing you.

He turned to look at you and you were able to take a glimpse of why he was there and what he might be doing.

In front of him, resting on top of your desk, is a notebook and a few pieces of paper. You could see a blurry view of numbers, variables and equations.

“I just thought I should teach you the math lesson you missed last time —oh, and, good morning.” you smile at the shy little wave that followed his soothing voice.

“Good morning.” being your first time speaking since waking up this morning, your voice came out a little more mellow.

And it made Anton melt in his seat. He averted his eyes from you after realizing that you were looking right into his eyes just as how he looked into yours. He felt the blood rushing up to his cheeks as you got to your seat and sat down across from him. His eyes wandered all over your face. Somehow you seemed a lot more angelic under the early morning sunlight that lit up the classroom.

Anton tutored you all morning. There were times when you wouldn't understand what he's saying, partly because he's speaking a lot softer the whole time, and mostly because you were just that slow. You would lean in a bit and so would he, repeating what you claimed to not understand. Your faces eventually got close enough that you felt each other's breathing. It'd be a lie to say that Anton was not panicking on the inside, he definitely was, and you could tell.

He was pointing and writing with shaky hands and would stutter more than your fingers could count. Not only that, but you could see the tint on his cheeks.

“D-did I say something funny?” he asked after hearing you chuckle.

“No, no. Sorry, it's just, I never knew you were into make up.” the look on Anton's face reflected his confusion.

“I am?” you bursted out laughing which only made him smile, face as hot as the day.

“Nice blush.” That's when he hurriedly hid his face in his hands. “Hey, hey, it's alright, I'm not judging.”

“I know, I —I'm just really extra self-conscious around you.” his voice was muffled by his hands pressed against his face.

Though you two were not able to notice, some of your classmates were paying great attention to the two of you, especially Anton's friends. They tried giving teasing looks towards Anton but failing to get a reaction or any signs of acknowledgement. You were right in front of him, talking, laughing, and listening to him teach you, why would he turn his attention to anyone else? He's been waiting for this moment ever since the first time he was made aware of his liking for you.

“Is this… for me?” you asked hesitantly when he placed a cheese bread and canned coffee on your desk.

“Yeah —I just wasn't sure if you'd like it—”

“You're kidding.”

Anton slowly shook his head. “No?...”

“I always get these at the convenience store before going to school. I just don't have the energy to stop by there everyday anymore.” your voice shifted to a somber tone as you stared at the pillowy cheese bread which triggered Anton's worry for a bit until you spoke again. “Thank you! These are honestly my faves. I should really be more productive now. I need coffee so bad but I'm becoming too lazy these days to get some so I can't help but snooze around all day.”

Anton watched as you rambled on about how tiring school is, at this point, he had already finished teaching you and class was about to start in 10 minutes, but he was still there. At some point you stopped talking and he had his chin propped on his hand just staring at you, the whole scene was like one of the dramas you've watched before. The bell rang seconds later, and only then would Anton break out of his trance, being obliged to go back to his seat.

At lunch time, you remained seated on your seat, you were assigned by your teacher to collect and organize the activity sheets and bring it to her by lunch, and so you got started as soon as the clock hit 12:30.

“Can I help you?” you look up immediately, and there he was, standing beside your seat.

“Oh, you don't have to. Go have lunch.” you could still feel his presence towering over your seated figure.

It took him a minute to speak again. “I wanna have lunch with you, if that's okay.”

“Oh, yeah. But this might take a little longer—”

“Just continue, I'll be waiting for you right here.” he dragged a nearby chair next to yours and just sat there.

You fumbled a bit, feeling his stare. You thought maybe it's just a feeling, you thought even if he liked you, you shouldn't assume things so easily.

Anton watched as your hands delicately glided over the papers you were handling. He smiled to himself seeing the pout forming on your lips as you arranged the papers in alphabetical order of your classmate's surnames. He saw you misplace his paper, placing him before someone who's last name starts with 'h'.

“Hong goes before me. Sorry I just noticed that.” His voice was very low and subtle, almost a whisper.

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” you hurriedly fixed the arrangement and continued with the rest.

You were able to finish before the 10-minute mark, Anton had offered to accompany you to the teacher's lounge to pass the papers.

Right after, you two went to the cafeteria walking alongside each other. The both of you were quiet, one was more nervous than the other, and when you both reached the cafeteria, Sohee and Xen's surprised eyes caught your attention right away. The couple grinned, exchanging looks.

You walked behind Anton and lightly pushed him to the food queue. “Let's get some food, I'm so hungry.”

He was caught off guard with your action but maintained his composure as you continued to push him to the food queue.

After getting your food, your attention was immediately called by Sohee. “Y/n-Ton! sit with us!”

Your eyebrows were knitted, while also holding in a laugh with how cringey Sohee's ship name for you and Anton is. Meanwhile, the tall figure that was walking with you towards Xen and Sohee was smiling the entire time, embracing the color in his cheeks that he always struggled hiding.

The moment the two of you sat down, the pair sitting from across started firing at you with questions.

“What were you two doing in the classroom?” Sohee started.

“You two were in there for a while huh?” Xen was quick to add to Sohee's probing.

You started to continuously tap the table with the end of your spoon. “I was fixing up our class' activity papers!”

“Yeah? and Anton?” Xen's gaze went from you to Anton.

The beat that vibrated throughout the table you occupied stopped, enclosing your spoon with your grip holding it still and up sturdy. You looked over to Anton, only turning your head slightly, just enough to see his rosy face.

“Oh, I was just —you know. Waiting… for her.” after the last words that fell from his mouth, he looked over to you, right into your eyes.

You quickly looked away after a very short while, afraid that the feeling you caught from his shy but sweet gesture will start showing through your face.

The remainder of lunch time went on with the two of you exchanging glances from time to time while the couple in front of you kept babbling on and bickering a little, you occasionally joining in on the conversation.

The rest of the day was like the usual, but you felt a bit more… willing —willing to let a little loose with taking notes, willing to let yourself be distracted with the design imprinted on your 4 year-old mechanical pencil, willing to stare at your teacher with nothing but passive listening —willingly choosing to briefly meet eyes with Anton from time to time.

You never saw Anton the same way he supposedly saw you. To you he was just that one guy in class, and sure, he wasn't as noisy or as annoying as the other guys in your class; his friends, but you were certain that he wasn't worth your attention. But then here you are, giving him the focus you had always reserved for class. Was it because he kissed you? No. It was just a stupid peck, kind of childish too. —you thought to yourself. But then you recalled the feeling, it was irresistible. You've never considered yourself as the 'in-denial' type of person, but now you couldn't even hold back the thought. What if Sohee and Xen didn't arrive to put a stop to the strong desire radiating from the both of you? The longing desire to come back for more.

You sighed and closed your eyes. You fixed yourself up to a poise state, finally focusing in class.

Anton eyed you the entire time your mind was going in a whirl. He wanted to know what you were thinking about, but he knew he was still far from getting there. However, like in every swimming tournament he's competed in, he's determined to give it his all.

————— ୨୧ —————

You sat at the edge of your bed, just staring at your shoes. You were still in your school uniform, thinking about how Anton had chased you down the hallway just before you stepped out the classroom to give you another pack of cheese bread.

“I won't be around tomorrow for training, but I'll message you! If that's fine with you.”

You had no idea why you felt so down to hear that from him. It wasn't like he's the only one you knew in school, you had quite a handful of friends, and your classmates were pretty fond of you too.

You rubbed the sides of your shoes against each other, your head hanging low as you felt your eyes get heavier and heavier. You stood up from your bed after taking a quick glance at the clock that read 7:08pm. You stood up, turning around to face your bed. You went around to get your pajamas at your towel, then your phone that soundlessly rested on your bed lit up. You were able to immediately make up the brachiosaurus emoji from a distance. You held your phone in your hand, staring at the notification of Anton's message on your lockscreen. You sighed. You had stuck a mental note to your brain ages ago, no matter what, choose yourself before choosing others.

You got over the fleeting excitement that rushed over you. You waited for your phone to turn itself off before placing it back down to where it was and heading to the bathroom. Your trip to the bathroom, though would've usually taken you about an hour to get out of, ended quicker than you thought. The next thing you know, you were laying on your stomach, elbows pressed on the mattress, phone in hand. You opened Line as fast as you could blink.

A low chuckle escapes your throat as your feet kick themselves up into the air.

Anton is wide awake as soon as he feels his phone vibrate in his hands. He had been waiting for your response. He was laying flat on his back with one of his hands resting on his chest, and the other holding his phone, extended to the other end of the bed. For a good minute he thought you might never reply, or worse, you might message him dry. But his apprehensions were refuted once he received your replies.

Once he did see your message though, he was unable to contain a small laugh, painting a permanent smile on his face, the same smile he always wore whenever he thought about you.

Contrary to how you appeared in chat, you were all smiles, kicking your feet up into the air like a child.

Even with his whimsy message, you couldn't help but expect something. You didn't want to be so sure of exactly what it is you were expecting, but your eyes were heavily fixated on your phone screen so much so that anyone who saw you at the moment might think you were trying to burn out your vision.

Anton bit his lip, growing more and more anxious as the time ran, and so he fumbled around quickly following his last message with a rather pathetic attempt to sweep everything under the rug.

Anton bit his lip a bit harder at your response, chuckling and blushing so hard that If anyone ever saw him like this he would self-isolate forever and create his own post-apocalyptic reality.

You just felt so genuinely happy, so touched that he invited you to watch him swim. Technically, anyone could walk in and watch him without his invitation or not much as asking him, but you just felt so special. For once, you felt wanted. He wanted you to be there for him. Notwithstanding his cheesy pick-up line, your body never lies, and your cheeks are enough to tell you Anton's got you again.

Usually you would subside these feelings with eccentric responses, but this time, you couldn't

Anton grew a bit worried when you were taking a while to respond. He didn't know whether his sappiness had a bad or good effect on you, heck, he wasn't sure if it did anything at all. Worse case scenario is you would leave him on read.

His smile would only grow wider at your response.

At this point, for you, somehow you just didn't want to give in just yet. If Anton was a book, you have only read two pages, and that's the title page and the table of contents. And so you quickly got over mutual tension being encapsulated in your phone screens.

Anton's smile drooped down, but was instantly replaced with a straight wide line paired with bulging eyes. His friends had always jokingly told him he was cute, teasing him all the time, him never hearing the end of it. He just was never able to tell when it's just teasing and when it's just a genuine compliment.

He suddenly lost his ability to be able to come up with quick and masked replies.

It was true. You thought if he had to make your heart flutter, why not do the same for him?

As if you aren't enough to make his heart jump out of his chest.

You had to take a breather. You thought you were being crazy, feeling so moved by the bare minimum. They're all just words, for all you know there might be no real thoughts behind them at all.

You released a breathy titter, moving yourself to a more comfortable position as you felt like this conversation wasn't ending just yet. You didn't want it to.

Anton was very observant, when it came to you at least. He couldn't miss a single thing about you that's wide open for him to write in his personal journal he had created in his mind, one that he made only for you.

When you made your ant joke, Anton let out a “pfft!” suppressing the laughter threatening to escape his mouth. He pursed his lips, beaming with adoration even with how corny and unfunny you were.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip when he calls you adorable, hiding yourself under the covers as you squirm your legs around like a child throwing tantrums.

You thought you were being way too ridiculous, feeling as if your reaction was unjust.

“what am I winning?”

my heart lol —you quickly erased what you had previously typed on your keyboard. You pressed your palm against your cheek, squishing it until you were able to regain your sanity.

Whilst Anton was waiting for your reply, his heartbeat increased significantly and he feared he might just collapse.

The conversation ended after a while and it left Anton smiling as he turned off his phone. He felt a bit ashamed to expect more from you, that he would be able to catch a glimpse of how he made you feel, but this was just the beginning.

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#riize #briize #riize fanfic #riize au #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize anton #anton lee #Spotify

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novafoxz · 11 months

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Takes place when the Sumeru 4 (Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari) are still Akademiya students.

You're that one quiet, unassuming classmate of theirs who wears large, nerdy glasses and your main goal is to graduate without any attention drawn to you.

However, that backfires when one day, somehow, you forget to wear your glasses to class and all of your classmates realize just how pretty you are.

Ooohhh alrighty I’ll try working on that now.

I’ll do a modern-ish style for this.

——————

As you were sitting down In class you were trying to focus on the lesson. As you’re writing down notes you feel a bit nervous as if you can feel someone staring at you.

As you look around you see them staring at you. As you realise you forgot your glasses you feel extremely flustered by them looking at your bare beauty. (lol?)

Characters included: cyno, tighnari, alhaitham, kaveh and i also added another character In here ;)

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. Part 1

(Aka they’re simping for you.)

Cyno

Cyno isn’t one to pay attention to people much, he’s mosty focused on his own studies so it came a shock to himself when he realised he had a huge crush on you.

When he saw you walk in the room without your glasses today he couldn’t help but stare at you as he realised your facial features are even more beautiful then he expected. He was completely mesmerised by your beauty and couldn’t help but stare intensely at you.

As you turn around you can feel him staring intensely at you as you hold eye contact he awkwardly looks away as he becomes a bit embarrassed from you catching him staring at you. As you also turn away embarrassed you suddenly realise why he was staring at you.. you forgot your glasses! As you become more embarrassed you try to calm yourself down.

As cyno looked away he can’t help but look back at you again once he makes sure you aren’t looking at him anymore, he catches a glimpse of your flushed face and can’t help but feel mesmerised from your beauty again.

Later after class cyno confronted you in the empty part of the hallways.

As he grabbed you by the arm gently he looked at you in the eyes intensely as he spoke. “I’m going to be honest [name].. I like you I want to take you out on a date and I want to get to know you.” You can’t help but feel shocked at his boldness, as you become a bit nervous from the attention. you hear him speak again.

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I just wanted to let you know.” Before he could walk away you grab his arm as you hug him suddenly.

“No! Ahem I mean.. yes, I would like to go on a date with you.” He can’t help but become shocked at your actions as he chuckles nervously.

“Great.. well are you free tomorrow?��

You nod as you stare into his eyes and blush slightly, you can’t help but feel excited to go out with your crush tomorrow.

(Ok my brain is kinda failing here so I’m ending that one here 👍)

Kaveh

(Ok imma change it up here with kaveh’s part, please forgive me if I got anything wrong i’ve never worked as a barista)

As you were on your way to work you were rushing out the door as you were grabbing all your things you forgot your glasses but you didn’t know at the time because you were in such a hurry, as you were walking into the café you were working at you got everything ready as you were ready to make some drinks.

You were just getting money from this job and nothing more, you were mostly focused on your studies. Most people would call you a nerd or a teachers pet or something like that but you didn’t really care but there was one person that you cared about in that school. You had a huge crush on kaveh, he was very interesting and handsome if you were being honest but you tried to occupy yourself with work and your studies to get over your little crush.

You doubted that he would be interested in you but you still couldn’t help but think of him more then you would like to admit.

As you were taking another order you saw a certain blonde haired boy walk through the door of the café, you couldn’t help but notice his presence almost immediately. You got more nervous when you saw him immediately make eye contact with you and stare at you.

You got extremely nervous as you realised he was only staring at you, he seemed fascinated with your face which confused and embarrassed you more.

As he smiled at you he walked over to you as he speaks

“Hey your [name] right? I’m in your classes.” As you nod your head you scratch your neck awkwardly as you nod.

“Yeah that’s me. Did you want anything to drink?” You ask a bit awkwardly, he can’t help but chuckle at your nervousness.

“Yeah I’d like some coffee please.” As you nod you start to make the coffee for him.

As he stares more at you working he starts talking again. “I’ve ever seen you without your glasses before.. you’re really pretty.” As he says that you can’t help but tense up at the mention of you being without your glasses, as you realise you left them at home you internally facepalm at the stupid mistake.

He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction, as you give him his coffee he slides you a piece of paper with the money as he walks away. As you pick up the paper and money you read it as you realise he’s given you his phone number, you can’t help but become flustered again at the message he also wrote down.

You’re cute, text me sometime ;)

(I had fun with this one, also I am in a rush again so I’ll finish part 2 once I’m free again so watch out for it.)

@sailorstar9

#cyno genshin impact #cyno x you #cyno x gender neutral reader #cyno x reader #kaveh x reader #genshin impact kaveh #kaveh fluff

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Hi Blue, sorry to add to your work but could you do Obey me brothers x Wei Wuxian! Mc?

Gender-neutral reader.

Lucifer

You remind him of how mischievous his brothers are. Flirting seems to be more common for you than talking normally, but the eldest brother does not mind one bit. Instead, he will flirt back because his pride won’t allow him to admit defeat

But, Lucifer could still tell that you cared about everyone around you. On multiple occasions you have brought him tea in his study and told him to take a break because you did indeed love him. It felt nice to be cared for, so he made sure that you felt appreciated as well by taking you out to nice restaurants.

Your intelligence was a benefit to you in your classes, and the Avatar of Pride saw it through your grades and test scores. It was pleasantly surprising to see you doing so much better than most demons in your class. He would pay you to tutor his siblings, if you’re up for the task.

Unfortunately, your sense of justice meant that you both went toe to toe very often. You didn’t think it was fair that every other brother got to act upon their sin and not get punished but when Mammon acted upon his then it was an issue for everyone. You suggested a week without sinning, and now Lucifer realizes how much he uses his Pride.

Mammon

You both are partners in crime, save for flirting. The way you rizzed him up with just words is baffling to him, but he couldn’t help the way that his heart pounded against his chest. He can’t even imagine flirting back because he’s trying (and failing) hard not to stumble over his words.

But the way that you cared for everyone around you, like him, didn’t make anything that I just mentioned any better. He barely got any breaks while he was working to clear his debts, and you could see the growing bags under his eyes as he went from modeling gig to modeling gig, and it was absolutely heartbreaking for you. So when he came home you would massage his shoulders to help him relax.

Between the two of you, you were definitely the smartest and most inventive as well. You would often have to help him with the assignments from your shared classes because he never pays attention to any of the lessons. It may be infuriating at times, but what can you do?

Your strong sense of justice worked in his favor, though, because you argued with Lucifer that Mammon may have done a few wrong things but so has he. You fought for the second eldest because you thought that his treatment and his punishments were not befitting of the crime that he committed.

Leviathan

If you thought that this man could flirt, go put on some clown makeup and join the circus because at least then you would make some money telling your jokes to other people. Anyways, the shade of red that Levi turns whenever you flirt with him is more vibrant than a deliciously ripe tomato.

The way you cared for him after he spent 48 hours in a video game event just made him way more flustered. You just about took his hand and tossed him into his bathtub and bid him goodnight. His mind was racing about how you touched his hand and how his heart was beating so fast and how his face must be so red-

That aside, you both are very intelligent and pair well together. Creativity and inventiveness run like wild rivers within the both of you, and you both can see it and bring it out within each other. He finds it super amazing at how you invented Demonic Cultivation to get out of the Burial Mounds.

He found your sense of justice both admirable and annoying. You often argued for Mammon, which made him insanely jealous because his Henry was arguing for one of his brothers. Then he realized that you were right: he was definitely acting on his sin.

Satan

He does not appreciate how mischievous you are until you start going from pranks to flirting. That is where you meet your adversary, as you both tend to be very smooth when it comes to things such as this. It almost becomes your own language at this point.

Whenever he got angry, you would make sure that he doesn’t hurt himself in the process of being destructive. It’s gotten to the point where you would use restraints on him so that he couldn’t destroy the bookshelves of his. But when it came for his punishment, you were willing to sacrifice yourself so that Lucifer won’t put as harsh a punishment on Satan.

You both are incredibly smart, but the Avatar of Wrath here sometimes is a bit too proud to allow Lucifer the satisfaction of pride that one of his siblings is getting high marks. As a result of this, you are often disappointed in him. He doesn’t like disappointing you more than he doesn’t like making his brother happy, so one outweighs the other here.

Satan believes that the definition of justice is subjective, but if there was a universal definition then you would be it. On multiple occasions, you have argued for Mammon’s case and said that if he is punished for his sin then even Lucifer should be punished for his.

Asmodeus

Flirting with him is a competition that you both want to win. It just goes so smoothly between the two of you and it leaves Asmo turned on without being turned off. If you thought that you would win, by the way, you are sorely mistaken. You thought you were the rizzler, but you are not.

The fact that you cared for him made his heart soar. You would volunteer to go shopping for him if he was comfy on the couch or on his bed just so that he wouldn’t have to go, you would text him good morning and good night whenever you weren’t lying next to him to sleep. Skincare was a big thing for the two of you, and you would show your love for him by allowing him to work his magic.

He does not do the best in class, and he doesn’t focus well. However, if you use your creativity to set up a system while the two of you are studying, it may help. For example, a kiss for each answer he got right. Because he loves kisses, he would work the hardest he has in millennia.

In this situation, you’re the night and he is the damsel in distress. Your sense of justice was something he loved about you, and you argued for everyone if you deemed their punishment unfair. You’ve saved him from a few punishments himself, not going to lie.

Beelzebub

He doesn’t get flustered, but he’s not trying to rizz you up either. He’s kind of neutral, but he will laugh whenever you try to flirt with him. But he does enjoy your more mischievous side because not a lot of humans are casual like that when they get sent to the Devildom.

You caring about him causes a light blush to creep its way onto his face. After a Fangol game, you make sure that he has enough food to hold him over until dinner, and it makes his heart feel warm. Plus, as he sits at the table to eat all the food you have prepared, he leans his head against your hip while you stand next to him.

Beel was fairly average when it came to academics, but he sometimes found it hard to find time to study on top of practice. So, that’s where you come in. You both have many memories of spending time in his room with a bunch of snacks and flashcards. Somehow, during all of it, you ended up in his lap and leaning back into his chest as you asked him a few of the questions from a study guide you found online.

I don’t know if he really has a sense of justice, but he has sympathy. He gets to see Mammon’s point of view when you argue for his case and try to alleviate some of the punishment onto yourself. The thing is, with a typical punishment for him, a human would die, so Beel steps in as well.

Belphegor

He can be smooth when he wants to, but he’s asleep for most of the time so you often are talking to a brick wall whenever you try to rizz him up. Sorry, fam, but bro needs to sleep if he wants to try and kill the next human he comes across. I am not letting it go, and now I’m worried about the new game.

Anyways, you could really help him by acting as his pillow. Just a suggestion, I’m not telling you what to do… Another thing is bringing him food when you know that he hasn’t eaten due to spending the majority of the day sleeping and snoozing away. They are small acts of service that mean so much to him in the long run.

Whenever he’s asleep in class, he can still hear what’s going on and retain the information he needs from the lesson. So, you both rival each other academically. It surprised you when you offered to study with him that he got all the questions right.

Now for the part that I’ve been waiting for, your sense of justice. You find it unfair that he judges all of mankind based on the one that Lilith loved instead of blaming Lilith for giving the man the food from Heaven to have him heal. It was her fault rather than his, so 1) Belphie had no right to kill you because of it and 2) he has no right to be so angry at humanity as a whole.

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moon-witchs-world · 11 months

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Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin part five

Growing Pains – part five

A Hogwarts Tale

Remus Lupin x Fem!WitchReader

2,6 k words

This is part five of a multiple part series. You can find part four here

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Your class of third-year Hufflepuffs and Griffindors was extremely boisterous today. The teenagers were never really quiet by any means, but this was something different. Something was bothering them and you intended to find out before starting your lesson because you could tell no one was going to pay attention otherwise.

‘Attention please! What a commotion. Who can tell me what’s going on? Yes, Ron. Please do tell,’ you said, looking at the red-headed boy who was frowning.

‘It’s professor Snape, professor Y/L/N. He filled in for professor Lupin for Defence Against the Dark Arts class and it was such a horrible lesson. He gave us so much homework as well,’ Ron Weasley explained.

‘Two roles of parchment on werewolves, professor Y/L/N,’ Neville Longbottom added with a look of terror in his eyes. You knew the boy was terribly afraid of Severus Snape and failing and you immediately felt sorry for him.

‘He didn’t listen when we told him we’re not supposed to be learning about werewolves in a long time,’ Hermione Granger added.

You suddenly felt nauseous. What a pathetic and immature move Severus made. It didn’t sit well with you that he seemed to be out to get Remus in ways that were beyond you. The idea that students would find out about Remus’ condition scared you. You took a deep breath.

‘Okay, I totally understand why you’re upset, but you should discuss this with professor Lupin when he returns. I’m sure he will arrange something for you.’

‘Professor Lupin is the best Defence teacher we ever had. I hope he is back soon,’ Dean Thomas said and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘I’m glad to hear that, Dean. But for now, I need every single one of you to focus on Charms because I have a very exciting lesson planned for today. Please, books and quills away, all you need is your wand,’ you said while making a mental note to confront Severus yourself. This was just nasty bullying and it needed to stop.

Excited mumbles filled the classroom. A wands-only class was usually the favorite type of lesson for the students.

‘We’re discussing counter-spells today. Can anyone tell me what a counter-spell is?’ you asked and it wasn't a surprise that Hermione Granger had raised her hand. You let her answer the question correctly, awarded her with 5 points for Gryffindor and then went to demonstrate the spell. All the while, Remus was on your mind.

~~**~~

When the third-years left the classroom, chatting excitedly about the lesson they just had, you quickly grabbed your bag and Remus’ cloak. You wanted to talk to Severus before dinner and return Remus’ cloak after.

‘All right there, Neville?’ you asked the boy who seemed to dawdle.

‘I really messed up today. Everyone else performed at least one successful counter-spell. Everyone but me,’ he answered while looking at the ground.

‘It was just the first lesson, Neville. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up. No one did it perfectly, except...'

‘Hermione,’ he finished your sentence.

‘Yes. But Hermione is in a league of her own. You know what, Neville? I’m free tonight after dinner. If you want to we can practice some more together.’

‘Really? I could really use the extra time,’ the boy answered a bit shy.

‘Well, that’s settled then. I’ll see you here, in this classroom after dinner.’ Neville thanked you and then left. You did as well, but instead of heading for the Great Hall, you walked towards the dungeons.

The closer you got to Severus’ office, the colder it seemed to get. Fortunately, you still had Remus’ cloak with you and you put it on. The familiar smell of earth and chocolate filled your nostrils when you pulled the cloak around you.

‘Y/N? Are you lost?’

When you looked down the hallway you saw Severus Snape walking towards you, his dark eyes piercing yours.

‘Severus. I was actually on my way to your office, I wanted to ask you something.’

‘I was just on my way to the Great Hall. We could walk together,’ he answered kindly with the tiniest hint of a smile around his lips. It was confusing to you. How could he be so kind to you, yet so cruel to Remus?

‘You had a question, Y/N?’

‘Well, I heard a rumor and I wanted to check with you if it was true.’ It was only half a lie. You knew it was true, you were just interested to see what he had to say for himself. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe the students had exaggerated, you knew Severus was only popular with the students from his own house Slytherin. Mainly because he favored them so much over the other students.

‘Ah, I see. And what is this rumor?’ he asked.

‘The third-years say that you taught them about werewolves when you filled in for Remus. They were quite upset about the amount of homework you gave them,’ you explained. The look on his face immediately changed, his smile disappeared and his eyes narrowed.

'Lupin should be glad his classes are taking care of while he is… unwell. I thought it would be good to arm the students with appropriate information concerning his condition. Who knows, they might need it. We want our students to be safe, of course.’

For a moment you weren’t sure how to respond.

‘You can’t be serious. The students are safe,’ you said. When a group of Slytherins appeared in the hallway and looked at you two curiosly, you continued in a whisper.

'I personally think it's pathetic to bully someone. Especially when you're both adults and you should know better. Your potion is supposed to keep him safe. So make sure you do your part and stop this childish behavior.’

Severus looked at you for a moment but didn’t reply. It was a relief when you finally arrived at the Great Hall and both took a seat at the staff table. You felt a bit disappointed when you noticed Remus wasn’t there, but enjoyed the food while listening to Rubeus Hagrid talk about a creature he spotted in the Forbidden Forest.

~~**~~

After dinner, for which Remus never showed, you went back to your classroom. You found Neville Longbottom already waiting for you. You sat down opposite the boy and conjured a teacup out of thin air. With another wave of your wand you made it dance. It was Neville’s task to perform the counter-spell so the jinx would be lifted.

‘Okay, listen Neville. You are almost there. Your incantation is good, but it should be a bit more powerful. Your wand movement is still a bit messy. It’s really important to keep your hand as still as possible. I’m sure you can do it. I saw you repair your remembrall and you did great!’ you said.

He mumbled something under his breath.

‘I’m sorry, Neville, I didn’t quite catch that.’

‘I’m so clumsy,’ the boy repeated a bit louder.

‘Reparo is one of my most used spells, I’m terribly clumsy as well,’ you said to him truthfully. The number of times you had knocked something over or dropped something only to quickly repair it before anyone else saw it was embarrassing. The boy smiled shyly.

‘So, come on. Give it your best shot. You know the wand movement. Now you have to believe you can do it. Show me,’ you cheered the boy on. It was in that moment you saw something move. When you looked up you saw Remus, leaning against the doorpost. Arms crossed and looking at you. He placed his index finger over his lips and then pointed at Neville. The boy was so focused on the task before him that he hadn’t noticed someone else enter.

‘F-f-finite,’ Neville said softly, but his stutter and the unsure wand movement didn’t have the effect he wanted to achieve. The cup kept dancing.

‘That’s okay, Neville. You have to be a bit firmer. Speak loud and clear. Once more,’ you said with a smile. The boy tried. And again. And again. You couldn’t help but look at Remus while the boy was practicing and saw him looking at the boy instead.

‘Come on, Neville. Louder! Pretend you already performed this spell a hundred times. Pretend it’s a spell you’ve known your whole life. You can do it,’ you pressed on when you managed to peel your eyes off the man in your doorway.

‘Finite!’ the boy said and this time his spell had worked. The cup you had jinxed to dance around the table stopped dead in his tracks.

‘Yes! Great work, Neville!’ you yelled enthusiastically. A proud smile appeared on the boy’s face.

‘Indeed. Well done, Neville,’ Remus said with a smile.

‘Professor Lupin. Are you feeling better?’ Neville asked when he had turned around.

‘Luckily I am,' Remus answered.

‘Well, professor Snape gave us a lot of homework for Defence against the Dark Arts and we tried to tell him what subject we were working on but he didn’t listen and…’

‘It’s okay, Neville. I’ll talk to professor Snape. You don’t have to do the homework,’ Remus said calmly. The boy instantly relaxed.

‘That’s great news, professor. I’ll go and tell the otherGryffindors,’ Neville said with a sigh of relief and got up.

‘Thank you so much for helping me, professor Y/L/N.’

‘Of course, Neville. No problem at all, you did great,’ you answered with a smile.

When Neville had left, Remus walked over to your desk and sat down opposite you.

'Your teaching is so effortless. I feel like I need you to teach me how to teach, if that makes sense,’ he said with a warm smile. His presence immediately made you nervous, his compliment made your cheeks burn.

‘I’m just helping Neville with his confidence because that’s the only issue. He’s actually quite skilled at Charms,’ you said airily, hoping he wouldn’t notice your flushed cheeks.

‘You don’t have to put in all the extra effort, but you do. The students really like you,’ he pressed on. You looked into his green eyes for a while, trying to determine if he was being serious or just trying to flatter you.

‘Why would you say that? Who knows what these students think nowadays? They might think I’m very boring or incapable of teaching for all we know,’ you said quickly. Even though you had been teaching for a couple of weeks now, you still felt so new and awkward about it.

‘I might have overheard some students in the corridors, gushing over how fun and smart you are and about how much they are learning,’ he simply said. A sense of pride swelled in your chest.

‘I’m glad to hear that. I tend to be insecure about it, you know,’ you said to him.

‘No need. Just from watching you interact with Neville for ten minutes, assures me you are the right woman for the job,’ he added.

‘I hear you’re not doing so bad yourself. Dean Thomas said during my lesson today that you're the best Defence professor they ever had and a lot of students agreed,’ you told him.

Remus considered this for a moment and then shrugged.

‘Well, being compared to a man possessed by lord Voldemort and Gilderoy Lockhart, I'm not sure it's as big of a compliment as you might think. The third-years have been very unfortunate when it comes to Defence professors,’ he then answered.

‘Oh come on, Remus. You're being way too modest.’

‘Maybe. But I know for a fact that your job at the Ministry was way below your abilities as well, Y/N.’ You raised your eyebrows.

'It is actually really important work, thank you very much. I helped a lot of people during my time at the Ministry,’ you snapped back. Maybe he was right. You knew the job at the Ministry was an easy choice for you, but you had been content. You knew you were good at it and you liked to feel competent. Him confronting you with the fact that you could do better, felt weirdly intimate, like he really knew you.

'Yeah I’m sure you did help a lot of people. I bet you did a really good job and I wonder if they will find someone as capable to replace you, but that’s besides the point. Did it make you happy?’

When you didn’t respond right away, he smirked.

‘I thought so. Teaching comes so naturally for you. You’re doing a great job.’

‘Thank you, Remus. But I’m sure you didn’t come here to compliment my teaching skills,’ you said to change the subject. You knew Remus meant well, but it made you a bit uncomfortable. His expression changed and became more serious.

‘No. You still seem to be in possession of my cloak and since this castle is extremely cold, I was wondering if I could have it back.’ You quickly grabbed the cloak from the back of your chair and handed it back to him.

‘Thank you. Also, Severus told me you came to see him. He was under the impression I asked you to speak with him about his werewolf lesson,’ Remus added. His tone had changed, it was less relaxed now.

‘I did, but I never said you asked me to. I just had to say something. That man is so..’ you started babbling, but Remus interrupted before you could describe what he was exactly.

‘I can fight my own battles, Y/N. I would appreciate it if you would let me handle this by myself.’ You shook your head in disbelief.

‘You would never have said something about this to Severus.’

‘It's not worth it. Let Severus act like this. I’m not letting it get to me. If he really wanted to hurt me, he could easily mess up the Wolfsbane potion and since he hasn’t done that, I have a lot to be grateful for.’

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. It was obvious you two weren’t going to agree on this topic. He smiled and put a hand on your arm. Every little touch made your heart race and you looked away, feeling a bit intimidated by gaze.

‘Harry,’ you said, when your eyes landed on a boy with messy hair and bright green eyes who was standing in the door way.

‘I’m Remus, love,’ Remus said with a look of confusion in his eyes. You sat up straight and pulled your arm back.

‘Funny. Harry Potter is standing in the doorway,’ you answered. Remus turned around and saw the boy standing, immediately moving even farther away from you.

‘Ah right. Hello Harry, how are you?’ Remus asked quickly.

‘I’m fine, professor Lupin. Neville told me he saw you here, so I figured you were feeling better. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about dementors. If I’m not interrupting, of course,’ the boy explained. You saw him looking at the two of you, probably trying to figure out why his Defence and Charms professors were sitting so close to each other in an empty classroom during the evening.

‘Of course, Harry. I was just here to ask professor Y/L/N something. Shall we go to my office? I’ll see you later, Y/N,’ Remus said. You nodded and watched Remus and Harry leave.

When they had left, it suddenly bothered you the boy had seen you and Remus so close to each other. What if he told his friends his Defence and his Charms professor seemed really close? You could only imagine the rumors that would start circling around in the corridors. Just when you finally started to believe you were doing a good job teaching, your personal life was becoming messy.

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Part six

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗎, 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. }

"(S/n) what the hell do you mean you're failing your class?!" Your son looked at you like a secret had been let loose. Because it did.

"Pssh mama w-what are you talking about?" You could hear the fear in his voice. "Your school just called me and said that I need to have a parent teacher conference cus you failing their class. What subject?"

"Science but the teacher's off." You hum watching your son fiddle with his fingers. "He's off... so you just fail your classes?" He sighed looking off to the side.

"Alright here's what’s finna go down. I'm taking you to school tomorrow, you are grounded and you better not touch that game."

He tsked. "Cmon mommy!" You raised your finger. "Boy don't play with me. You're going to your grandma's house where you know she don't got Wi-Fi or electronics."

He groaned and you gave him that glare that made him shut up. "And while you're there for the weekend you're studying. Don't play with my mama or she's gonna beat your ass."

He grumbled stepping up the stairs. "And you bet not slam my damn doors!"

・❥・

"Hello I'm (s/n) mother. I heard that he was having some trouble in this class?" You look up a tall pale man with slender golden eyes stood before you.

You examine the man feeling like unsuspecting prey to a disguised predator, you understood why your son thought he was weird, his hair pinned back in one of those safety caps

"Ah yes (s/n) is a very bright boy I just think he's affected by the influence of his friends. They don't seem to pay too much attention to the lessons."

You looked inside the window through the door giving your son a hard glare watching as he puts his head onto the desk.

A hand stroked the corner of your shoulder making you focus your attention to the culprit, you hadn't even noticed when he touched you.

"It's fine Ms. (Y/n), my son used to act the same way in another class... and later today—" He hand went down your arm, gently caressing your elbow, causing you to laugh nervously.

"—We'll talk about what we can do for his grades. It's fine since we're only into half the second quarter. He has more than enough time to pull up his grade."

"Yeah sure, umm, I'm running late for work but we'll talk more on this later. And it's no trouble to move his seat around if you think it'll help him focus better."

You thanked the man glancing at your child giving a little wave that he reciprocated before taking your leave.

・❥・

"Thanks ma for taking him. Please watch him make sure he's studying and understanding... mmhm ... yea..yea. Thanks ma. Love you bye." You hung up the phone sighing raking your fingers through your twists.

You got started on a small dinner since Mr. O requested to have the conference at your home. His reason being that he has classes all day and paperwork after he didn't want to sit inside the school any longer.

You didn't necessarily have a problem with it, it was just...strange.

・❥・

A knock on the door startled you. "Good evening Mr. O. I made dinner so hope you have an appetite. Are you allergic to anything?"

"I have worked up quite a hunger and I'm not allergic to anything thanks for your concern." A sly smile framing his face, one that you didn't catch, too busy fixing up your plates to notice

You place a plate in front of him, eyeing as he took a bite, his face showing surprise. "I'm sorry it's just...this is amazing." You playfully waved him off.

・❥・

"So is there anyway he could... I don't know get tutoring?" You questioned the male who looked slightly different from earlier, his hair fell against his shoulders, a few strands framing his face.

His eyes held a certain mischief to them. You both are sat on your living room couch, finding comfort in how his hands held yours, too much so where you ignored the boundaries of unprofessionalism.

"I mean of course my dear, tutoring is no big deal and it's not out of the way, but there are some things that perhaps...you can do to help." He makes it sound as if he's asking you.

Pulling back as you looked at him skeptically. He had to reel you in. "I mean that's only if you want him to pass. I would personally take all the chances I could if my son were failing. But it's fine you have your doubts."

You hurry to hush him. "Umm no no that's not wha— I mean I'll do anything." A scheming smirk found his face. You had fell right into his trap.

"Alright my dear. Take off your pants." You looked at him baffled. "I-I'm sorry what??" You stutter. "Your pants. Take them off. Please my dear, I don't have all night."

You slowly pulled your pants off leaving you in a (f/c) lace thong. He spread your legs, putting your feet up on the couch.

Orochimaru sat on his knees leaning close to your clothed pussy taking in a big whiff as his hands held the back of your thighs.

You let out a whimper turning your head, your face hot, the feeling of his nose on your clit through the fabric, and the embarrassment of this situation.

He couldn't help but laugh at the wet spot that stained the center of your panties. "And here I thought you reluctant." You mumble a soft rebuttal that he didn't see the need to regard

"Let me just enjoy my dessert." He slid your panties to the side your arousal coating a perfect glaze over your pussy. He spreads you watching you clench around nothing.

Using his thumb, he smeared your cum on your pussy, tracing your hole, dragging it upwards to circle your clit. He watched you shiver ready to close your legs before you stopped yourself.

"You should be ashamed of yourself; getting this wet." He ridicules. "It's not my fault." You mumbled just before a moan slipped pass your lip as he kissed the sensitive nub. "H-haven't done this in a long time."

He ran his tongue from your hole to your clit sucking it, pulling away to watch your expression as he spat on your pussy. "F-fuck." You moaned, the man watched it dribble down your folds then licking it up.

"Sh-shit shit sir!" You bucked feeling the hot muscle tickle at the entrance of your hole. You moan watching him eat you out, his unnaturally long tongue stroking and brushing around your cunt.

Jolting you cried out, feeling his tongue enter inside of you, he massaged your clit holding you still, his other arm slung over your torso.

Burying his face into your pussy, shaking his head from side to side, smothering himself in between your legs. With all of his ministrations you quivered.

He felt you clamp around his tongue, your hips thrusted into his face. You trembled coming down from your high as Orochimaru pulled away slurping the rest of your juices.

He stood up fixing himself, observing how you twitched, pressing your legs close. He bent forward grabbing your chin staring at your lust filled face.

"That was nice... We'll keep having parent teacher 'conferences' unless you want your son to fail my class." Your eyes widened a fraction, catching the smirk on his face.

"You fu—" He interrupts. "We wouldn't want that happening, would we?" You paused, shocked by the reveal of his true colors. He pats your face the cunning smile burned into your brain as he heads towards the door.

"I'll see you next week for a follow up conference. Have a goodnight Ms. (Y/n)." You hugged your knees hearing the door shut. "What the fuck."

#city.writes #black writers #x black fem reader #black yn #orochimaru x black!reader #naruto orochimaru #i haaate orochimaru lol #only reason i write for him is cuz his tongue #It ain’t a lot of stories for him cuz i literally don’t like him 😭

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lily-janus · 10 months

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Take A Break

Summary: Logan first thinks of Janus as a smart but lazy person, but he's about to be proven wrong.

Pairing: pre-romantic loceit

Warnings: none that I can think of but do let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 1,225

For @loceitweek day 3 Law School/Astronamy

(I have no idea how law school work so it might sound more like regular school but bare with me😅)

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"...and then I will argue that the evidence is not really reliable because- are you listening?" Logan stopped his explanation, noticing that his… partner was, once again, not paying attention.

"Hm?" Janus hummed, focusing his gaze on Logan's own, "were you saying something?" He smirked, knowing full well how that will annoy Logan.

"You know as well as I that I've been," he used air quotes, " 'saying something', for the past hour. We need to do this assignment perfectly, Janus." Logan said, exasperated by his classmate.

Okay, don't tell Janus that, but Logan really does think Janus was an incredibly intelligent person, there were multiple occasions throughout the semester where Janus had impressed Logan with his arguments.

That being said, Janus had a tendency to be… extremely frustrating. Acting cocky and smug most of the time, egging people on with no more reason than simple amusement… and, of course, his cryptic way of behaving. And, for some unknown reason, Janus seems to enjoy annoying Logan the most out of all their classmates.

Always cornering him after lectures, arguing with him during lessons no matter what side he chooses, or are assigned to.

So, when they were chosen to work this assignment together… Logan was, at the very least, not pleased. Not that he'd ever defy the will of their teacher, so he was stuck with his smug classmates who didn't seem to care enough to even listen to Logan's ideas.

Janus shrugged, "maybe I know that, and maybe I don't, I could have a very short attention span for all you know about me, which isn't much besides my brilliant intelligence that I repeatedly show in class." Janus smirked smugly again.

Logan let out a frustrated sigh, "can we just be serious long enough to finish this?" He asked, on the verge of begging. He never ever failed at anything and he's not about to let Janus change that.

Janus groaned, "Jesus, Teach, ever heard of relaxing? We still got months until the due date." He pointed out.

"While true, you neglect the fact that this assignment is only one out of many others we have from other classes, plus my reputation to hand in assignments early-" but he was interrupted by another, rather exaggerative, groan from Janus.

"You talk a lot." Janus complained.

Logan could feel his eye twitching in annoyance, "well, it would seem like I'm the only one out of the two of us who's doing anything, why are you even in law school if you're not willing to put effort into anything?" Logan asked with a groan of his own, not really looking for an answer, mostly wanting to annoy Janus back.

But of course, that didn't work, as Janus' smirk only grew, seeming more satisfied the more frustrated Logan became. "I wouldn't say that, I put lots of effort into my studies, I'm just balancing it more so I won't get overwhelmed and burned out. Surely you can appreciate a healthy work balance, right Teach?"

Logan's fist hit the table, "stop calling me that!"

Janus was unphased, "how about… professor? Nerd? Glasses? Ooh, maybe Specs?"

"How about simply Logan?" Logan suggested, as calmly as he could.

Janus faked thinking it over before shaking his head, "nah, I like Specs best."

With a growl of frustration, Logan dropped his pen and pushed his chair away from the desk, "I think we're done for today.."

Janus clapped his hands together in glee before standing up, "marvelous! Same time next week?" He winked at Logan.

Logan blushed slightly at the gesture for some reason, "ah.. sure."

Janus smirked again, "it's a date, Specs!" He called as he walked out of Logan's dorms.

That statement caused Logan's blush to deepen, which was… odd.

…

"Oh he is totally flirting with you, Lo!" Roman, his roommate, said after Logan finished telling him about Janus.

Logan huffed, "I doubt annoying me is considered flirting." Roman was being ridiculous again, there's no way!

Roman shook his head with a sigh, "sometimes I forget how little you understand about the delicate art of romance." He said, "it's because he likes you!"

Logan almost laughed at Roman's statement, "that's absurd, we're both completely different and he always gets out of his way just to get a rise out of me and… always corners me after class and…" he trailed off in thought.

"And trying to get your attention and more time to be with you?" Roman finished for him with a knowing smile.

The more Logan thought about it now, the more Roman's explanation made sense… is he feeling the same way?

"Oh my stars! You're blushing! You like him too! Oh, the robot finally found his heart!" Roman swooned, placing both his hands on his heart in a dramatic gesture.

Logan shook his head, "n-no, no. Janus doesn't like me and I don't like him."

Roman was still smiling knowingly at him, "ah ha, sure, whatever you say, Calculator Watch." He winked at him.

…

"You're late." Logan said when Janus finally showed up to their second meeting to work on their assignment.

As usual, Janus was unphased, he simply walked in, took his seat on Roman's red beanbag, put his legs up on a chair and leaned back on his hands. Choosing the most dramatic position to show his carefree attitude towards this assignment that they were supposed to work on together.

"Sorry, Specs, it took longer than I thought it would, but I'm here now aren't I?" Janus looked up at Logan to where he sat in front of his work desk.

"It?" Logan asked, "what were doing that took so long?" He asked, barely two seconds passed and he was already starting to get annoyed. What could possibly be more important than law school? Does Janus hold no regards to-

"Our assignment, of course." Janus said casually, halting Logan's thoughts in their place for a minute.

"Excuse me?" Logan asked, surely he didn't hear that correctly.

Janus smirked and handed Logan the notebook he's been holding, "o-u-r a-ssign-ment." He said slowly, emphasizing every syllable.

Eyeing Janus suspiciously, Logan took the notebook and looked it over… he really did do it…

Janus suddenly hopped to his feet, offering Logan his hand, "now that the boring stuff is out of the way, it's time for you to relax with me." He smirked at him.

Logan frowned, "what do you mean?"

Janus sighed, "I really need to spell it out to you, huh?" He chuckled to himself, "fine. Logan, will you go on a date with me?"

Logan flushed a deep red, "b-but there's still work to-"

"Logan." Janus cut him off, suddenly serious, "you really need to learn to take breaks from time to time, you're not helping anyone by running yourself to the ground."

"I'm… not running anywhere, let alone to the ground…" Logan stammered, trailing off.

Janus snickered again, "it means you're overworking yourself, c'mon, I'll take you to my favorite Cafe' on campus." Janus gently grabbed one of his hands and tagged on it.

Still flushing, Logan gave in, putting Janus' notebook on his desk before standing up and following Janus.

Perhaps Janus had a point, he doesn't remember taking a single break other than sleep since the start of semester. And, well, Janus wasn't the worst person to take his first break with…

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Only A Matter Of Time - Chapter Six

pairing - remus lupin x original female character

warnings - mention of abuse by a parent

wordcount - 1.9k

set - july to september 1977

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“My mother is going to have my head when she sees my grades,” Marlene whined, accidentally tugging on the red hair she was braiding.

“Come on, they weren’t that bad. You just need to actually study a little more, instead of watching that Ravenclaw boy every time we go to the library,” Rory teased the blonde who childishly stuck out her tongue in response.

Rory was enjoying the sun on her last day of her first school year with her friends. Remus and her were sitting with their backs against a thick tree trunk. He had a book on his lap but was watching the girls. Rory was trying to get a sketch of Marlene down on the page of her sketchbook but was quickly growing frustrated because her friend could not sit still for one single second.

Marlene had ordered Lily to sit down and let her try a new hairstyle out on her and the redhead had reluctantly agreed.

They had been in the middle of discussing their grades. Rory was quite proud of hers. She came out on top of the class in both Herbology and Potions and had managed to scrape by with acceptable grades in the other subjects due to all the studying she did with Lily and Remus.

Much to everyone’s surprise, James and Sirius both did well on their exams as well. No one knew for sure how they managed it, as they were barely ever seen with an open book. And judging by the amount of detentions they had served over term, they definitely did not pay attention in any of their lessons.

“At least we won’t have flying lessons with Madam Hooch anymore,” Lily grimaced, thinking about all the times she had kissed the ground due to her broom throwing her off.

Rory could only agree. Her inability to fly a broomstick was one of the things her friends teased her the most about. And she had been lucky she shared that class with the Ravenclaws. If they had actually seen her try and fail the teasing would have surely been much worse.

“Hey, Severus!” Lily suddenly called out. She waved at the trio of Slytherins walking by not far from where they were sitting near the lake.

All three of them scrunched up their noses in disgust and Snape quickly looked the other way, ignoring Lily altogether. Rory could see the hurt in her green eyes, even though she tried to hide how much it bothered her.

“I really don’t like the way he treats you, Lily. He’s being a git,” Rory told her friend, glaring after the boy in question. She had noticed him ignoring her a lot lately, but Lily still defended him every time.

“Not this again,” Lily rolled her eyes. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s really sweet when it’s just the two of us!”

“I doubt the little grease ball has the ability to be sweet,” Rory muttered under hear breath and Remus tried to stifle his snicker from beside her. Lily must have heard what she said. She pushed herself onto her feet, pointing an accusatory finger at the dark-haired girl.

“You don’t even give him a chance! You’ve never even tried to be nice to him!” Lily then spun around and hurried the same way Snape and his friends where walking in.

“I really should just shut up about him when Lily is around,” Rory groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“Don’t worry, she just needs to cool down a little. You’ll see, she won’t even be angry at dinner anymore,” Marlene said and offered her a smile. Then she patted the gras in front of her. “Your turn, Rory.”

After putting her hair into an elaborate braid, Marlene decided that there was still something missing and began putting random flowers all over Rory’s head. By the time James, Sirius and Peter joined them there was barely an uncovered spot on her head.

Marlene had by then moved on to Remus, who reluctantly let her do whatever she wanted. Rory thought he looked rather cute with the small red and yellow flowers sticking out of his curls. James and Sirius however howled out in laughter, clutching their stomachs at the sight of their friends’ hair.

“You’re just jealous about how good it looks,” Rory tried to defend him, slapping Sirius on the arm.

“That’s right, your jealous,” Marlene agreed, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I wasn’t going to do your hair anyways.”

Rory laughed at that. There was nothing that made those two want something more than telling them they can’t. So, when Marlene kept ignoring them and kept moving the flowers in Remus’ hair around it did not take long for them to start pleading her to do their hair too.

They both had pleased looks on their faces when Marlene and Rory finally gave in. The group spend the rest of the evening picking flowers and debating which ones would look best on who.

Rory could not stop smiling. She was really going to miss her friends.

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Once again, only her father showed up at the platform to pick her up. He quickly apparated them home, leaving Rory in the Blythe parlour without looking back at her. She was surprised, but also glad. She would take the silent treatment over a scolding or beating any day.

The manor was quiet as she lugged her trunk up the stairs and into her room. Her sisters and mother were not to be found in their rooms. Apparently having the house mostly to herself, she decided to sneak her way into her grandparent’s wing, careful to listen for any sign her grandmother was around.

Unsure if he was even home, she gently knocked on the door to her grandfather’s study. A smile spread across her lips when she heard him call her in. She hurried to squeeze her way into the room, silently closing the heavy door behind her before running up to where Millard Blythe was sitting at his wide wooden desk.

The old man opened up his arms and hugged her tightly. “Welcome home, Cherie,” he muttered against her hair, pushing away the parchment he had been writing on to make room for her on the table. She jumped up onto the desk and faced him.

“Did you see my grades?” she asked excitedly.

“Of course! I have the letter right here, I’m going to take it with me to tea tomorrow. I’ve got to show off my little dove’s hard work, now don’t I?” wrinkles appeared around his eyes as he laughed. “I bet that will shut Avery up, that old git.”

Next to her mother, her grandfather was her favourite person at home. Unfortunately, he was barely ever around, as he was a busy man. Rory was not sure what exactly he did for work, but he spent most of the year away travelling.

“But I don’t want to talk about the boring stuff. Come on, tell me about all the trouble you’ve been causing while I was away.”

Rory first told him about meeting James on the train, and how happy she was to have met Remus and Peter. She went on to tell him about her fight with Evan Rosier and how she threw her bag at him, which got a hearty laugh out of her grandfather.

When she was finally out of stories to tell, she asked him about his travels. He always had the most fascinating tales to tell when he came home. He told her how he had visited the biggest dragon sanctuary in the world in Romania as he reached into one of his desk drawers. He pulled out a box and mentioned for her to open it.

Out of the box she pulled a necklace with a golden chain and a small golden pendant. “The pendant was formed from the scale of a Hungarian Horntail. The woman who gave it to me says it’s charmed so that the scale will change colours depending on what the person wearing the necklace is feeling.”

He took the necklace from her, motioning for her to get up and turn around so he could put it on. Rory glanced down at the pendant in awe as the golden colour changed into a warm orange.

“Wow,” she gasped. “What does orange mean?”

“I don’t know, she did not have any instructions,” Millard told her as he squeezed her hand in his. “But I guess the meaning of the colours is something you’ll get to figure out all by yourself. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

The door was thrown open before Rory was able to respond, making her jump. Her grandmother was glaring at her from the doorway. “Aurora! You know you are not to disturb your grandfather under any circumstances!”

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The rest of her stay at the Blythe Manor was surprisingly boring. Her grandfather being home for the duration of her break also meant that neither her father nor grandmother laid a hand on her. Of course, she got quite the number of scoldings and was not even allowed to leave her room for most of the time she spent at home, but that was exactly where she wanted to spend her time.

By the time her summer break was over, Rory had already finished reading her Herbology and Potions textbooks for the upcoming term. She was excited to start her classes and to check out some more books about magical plants from the library, but the thing she was looking forward to the most was seeing her friends again.

A huge weight fell off her shoulders the moment James tackled her in a big bear hug when he found her on the train. The two of them found an empty compartment and settled down, James immediately breaking out into a story about how his dad took him to see a professional quidditch match.

“I’m definitely trying out for the Gryffindor team this term!” he was telling her when the door slid open, and Sirius stepped in. His hair was even longer than the last time she had seen him at a dinner three weeks ago, and Rory wondered for a moment if he was using some kind of hair potion to get on his mother’s nerves.

A shorter version of him with much tidier hair and clothes stood behind him, curiously peering at his older brother’s friends.

“Hey, Reggie,” Rory greeted the boy with a smile. “Do you want to sit with us?”

Regulus seemed to consider her offer but then his eyes fell on James and his face stiffened up. “I think I’ll see if I can find Barty.”

“I’ll come help you look for him, if you’d like,” she went to get up, but Regulus shook his head.

“I don’t need your help,” he snapped at her and left the compartment. Rory raised her eyebrows at Sirius, who rolled his eyes.

“Don’t ask me what’s up with him, he’s been snippy with me all summer,” Sirius waved her off, turning to James to ask him about his break.

Usually, Regulus would be running after Rory every time their families got together, to the point where it would bother Sirius. But he was probably just nervous about the sorting ceremony. Rory made a mental note to find and talk to him tomorrow, but she quickly got distracted when Remus and Peter showed up.

The girl sprang up to pull them both into a hug and then pulled them onto the seats on either side of her. Soon, Remus was telling her about the new book he was reading while the other three started exchanging prank ideas they had come up with over break. She had really missed this. Second year would be a blast.

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