#the-prudent-student

[plausibly-deniable]

Me, “learning” about LIFO and FIFO for the 10000000th time

#it's amazing how often it comes up in different topics #and I understand that it is prudent to assume the student or audience doesn't know what they mean #but it's still funny to be introduced to it so often

[theostrophywife]

kiss with a fist | chapter one.

masterlist 💋 chapters 💋 playlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: kiss with a fist - florence and the machine.

author's note: i'm so excited to share this series with everyone. this was literally meant to be a one shot fic but i have no self control therefore it spiraled into a whole series. without further ado, please enjoy the first chapter and let me know what you think 🤎

Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure. 

Intelligence, knowledge, wisdom. These were the traits that Ravenclaws valued most, but if the founder of your house could see you now, Rowena Ravenclaw would probably roll over in her grave. 

Because there was nothing smart about falling in love with Theodore Nott. 

In fact, it might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever done in your entire life. 

So why did it feel so bloody exhilarating? 

To understand your descent into madness, it was prudent to trace the events back to point zero. 

It was a rainy September afternoon, unusually dreary even for the Scottish Highlands. The first week of your return to Hogwarts had been chaotic to say the least. Between performing your prefect duties by showing the first years around the castle and dealing with the clueless third year that accidentally set off Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs in the Great Hall, you were absolutely knackered by the time Friday rolled around. 

Unfortunately, you had no time to rest. Even though the term just started, you were already spending much of your nights studying until your eyes felt like they were going to fall out of your skull. Tonight, you were in the potions laboratory tackling a particularly stubborn advanced draught. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t figure it out. 

You dropped a sprig of wormwood into the cauldron and stirred counterclockwise then clockwise, just like the recipe instructed. The concoction bubbled to the surface. Holding your breath, you peered into the mixture with hope that this try would finally turn out successful. The potion turned a vibrant magenta color before exploding all over the front of your uniform. 

Sadly, this was the closest you’d come to brewing the Angel’s Trumpet Draught. You sighed, wiping down your tie with a washcloth. It did nothing except make the mess worse. What you needed was a good old fashioned soak.

Luckily, you had access to the prefect’s bathroom on the fifth floor. During this time of night, it would be gloriously empty. Giving you the perfect opportunity to wallow in bubbles and self pity. 

The trek from the dungeons to the fifth floor was fortunately uneventful. The hallways were dark and quiet, allowing you to slink off to the bathroom in peace. With a whisper of pine fresh, the pearly gates opened.

You turned on the faucets, setting the temperature just below boiling and dispensing herbs and fragrances into the tub. When you were finally satisfied, you quickly discarded your soiled clothes and eagerly stepped into the warm bath. The scent of rosewater and pink himalayan salt instantly relaxed you. 

You sighed deeply, leaning against the marble tile and closing your eyes. This was definitely not the way you thought seventh year would go. Your last year at Hogwarts was supposed to be the highlight of your academic career. While your housemates fretted and fussed over quidditch games and blood moon balls, you refused to take your eyes off the prize.

Ever the diligent student, you had no interest in extracurriculars unless it brought you closer to your dream of becoming an accomplished potions master, which would hopefully catch the eye of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. Joining the prestigious group was a dream that you had been working towards since first year. Blood, sweat, and tears had gone towards achieving this goal, especially during your most recent break. 

You spent the entire holiday interning at the Brewery, attending lectures at the Magical Division of the University of Oxford, and you had not only completed the assigned reading for your Advanced Potions class, but Professor Slughorn’s personal recommendations as well. All of that hard work should have placed you ahead of the curve, but your class rank remained the same as always. 

Second. 

Not first.

Never first.

No, that spot belonged to that rich infuriating smartass pureblooded motherfu—

“Theodore Nott,” you said, lacing your voice with as much venom as you could muster. 

Between the pale moonstone pillars stood the source of your academic anguish. Theodore was dripping sweat, his green and silver quidditch jersey covered in mud and grime. The prefect badge pinned to his robe was barely visible, more brown than silver. His curly brown hair fell erratically across his cheekbones as he brushed a stray strand away to squint in the faint light. 

The side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk when he recognized you. “You know, most people just call me Theo.” His gaze lingered on your form, which was barely covered by pink suds. “Especially those who know me rather intimately.”

You flushed in response. Amusement danced in his watercolor eyes, which seemed brighter now thanks to his sun kissed complexion. Knowing Nott, he probably spent his summer laying out in the Italian sun while attractive witches fed him grapes by hand. You didn’t get a tan like that from holing up in the English countryside with nothing but a boiling cauldron and a dusty textbook for company. He didn’t even have the audacity to pretend like he was worried about his class ranking. The bastard. 

“Every rule has its exception, Theodore,” you gritted out. “Now get the fuck out.” 

He cocked his head, sending a mass of wavy brown locks to spill to one side. “You’re right. Most people don’t usually say my name like it’s an unforgivable, but I guess you’re special in that way, diavolina mia.”

Little devil, Nott's idea of a fond nickname, irritated you to no end. Your annoyance only made him use it more. Gods, what a wanker. 

“Are you deaf or just thick? This bathroom is occupied,” you huffed, sinking lower into the bubbles. “Leave before I scream bloody murder.” 

Theo smirked. “Oh, I guarantee you’ll be screaming.” He kicked his shoes off, leaving them in a messy pile beside your own neatly arranged boots. “Though the only thing I’ll be murdering is that pu—”

The glare you sent his way would have sent lesser men running for the Forbidden Forest. “I’m serious, Nott. I’ve had a terrible fucking day and I am not giving up the bath.” 

“Neither am I,” he countered. “Practice was brutal. I ate shit on the pitch and all I want to do is to reap my prefect benefits via bubble bath. I’m afraid you’re just going to have to learn how to share, sweetheart.”

You watched in stunned silence as he peeled off his jersey. The moonlight streamed through the glass stained windows, painting him in a surreal sort of light. There was no ounce of shame to be found in Theodore Nott as he stripped off his trousers and stood stark naked in the middle of the bathroom. 

Look away, you thought. Look the fuck away now.  

But like a moth to a flame, you found yourself horribly drawn to the cocky, arrogant, son of a bludger. His tall frame cut an imposing figure in the dark as slivers of moonlight danced across his ridiculously toned chest and well-defined abs. He was neither brawny nor scrawny, but somewhere in the middle, which unfortunately happened to be your sweet spot. 

To make matters worse, the smug prick seemed perfectly aware of your ogling. You could’ve sworn Theo flexed as he stalked towards you. Unlike most boys his age, he wasn’t awkward or bumbling. Theo was confident in his body. Too confident. 

You sighed. “Can you at least attempt to be decent?” 

“Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.”

As if you needed a reminder of this ongoing tryst between you. Theo waded to your side, leaning his head back as the warm water sloshed around him. His eyes fluttered close, those thick lashes of his kissing the top of his cheekbones. Water trickled down his collarbone and you had to fight the urge to lean over and lick it off. 

“I told you, last time was—“ 

“The last time,” Theo finished. “I’m perfectly aware, principessa. You say it every time.” 

“I mean it this time.” 

He cocked his head, flashing those hypnotizing eyes at you. “Oh?” Theo drawled slowly, reaching out to brush a wayward lock of hair that had escaped from your braid. “Did my poor little Ravenclaw finally find the courage to say no to the big bad Slytherin?” 

Your breath hitched as he pressed his lips against your throat. “Fuck,” you whispered. 

“Go on then, love,” Theo hummed against your skin. He kissed the sensitive spot beneath your earlobe, making you involuntarily arch into him. Slender fingers wrapped around the base of your throat, holding you in place. “Tell me what you want, diavolina.” 

You sighed in defeat. “Stop being an asshole and kiss me, Nott.” 

Theo grabbed the back of your head and crashed his lips against yours like a man starved. After months of going without, you came to the horrid realization that you craved this as much as he did. You crawled into his lap, straddling him as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. 

I am a stupid girl, you thought. A stupid, horny girl who had no business snogging Theodore Nott. 

One, you were bitter rivals. Two, Theo awakened a dangerous side of you that defied all logic. This whole fucked up situation started because of your lapse of judgment last winter. As always, Theo had said or done something to annoy you during class and in return you hexed his drink to taste like dragon dung. He retched for a week straight. Somehow Snape found out that you were to blame and placed both of you in detention.

One thing led to another in the potions classroom and you ended up with your skirt around your waist and Theo’s head between your legs. You quickly resolved that the only way to shut him up was to keep him occupied and occupied he was. Ever since then, the two of you had been at it like rabbits. 

You thought that you would leave all of it behind in sixth year, but barely a week into this term and you were already repeating the pattern. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all summer,” Theo groaned into your mouth. 

“That’s cute, Nott,” you responded sarcastically. “Miss me over the holidays, did you?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about this too. You’ve been testier than a Hungarian Horntail since the minute you got off the platform. I could tell that you haven’t been properly fucked since our little impromptu goodbye in the broom closet last spring.” 

“You’re absolutely repulsing.” 

He smirked. “Then why are you pulling me closer?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.” 

“You could say please.” 

“I could,” you said with a shrug before gripping his cock and lining him up at your entrance. Theo groaned as you sank down into him with a satisfied little smirk. “But I won’t.” 

The moan that came out of his mouth barely sounded human. “Fuck,” he said, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “How do you always feel so fucking good?” 

You knew what he meant. As much as you hated to admit it, Theo was right. You hadn’t gotten properly laid since your last tryst. There had been other boys this summer, but none of them made you feel like this. Because sex with Theo wasn’t just sex. It was warfare. You fucked like you both had something to prove. 

Even now, as you grinded your hips against him, Theo thrusted upwards with equal force like you were competing for the bloody house cup. You ran your fingers through his hair, frowning a little. 

“What?” Theo asked. 

“Did you cut your hair?” 

He grinned as he trailed kisses along your jaw. “You don’t like it?”

“Less to hold onto.”

“Don’t worry dolcezza,” Theo chuckled darkly. He squeezed your thighs and pressed you against him roughly. “I’ll make sure to hold on tight for the both of us.”

You hummed in agreement before sinking down again, setting a steady rhythm as you rode him with reckless abandon. For someone who valued logic, every ounce of common sense you possessed went out the window when it came to this infuriating boy. 

Maybe you were a masochist. But as Theo thrust sharply into you, the stupid little voice in your head said that you didn’t really mind the pain. 

You moaned as Theo tilted your chin, capturing your lips with his. It was a clash of tongue and teeth as you fought for dominance, putting your bodies to the test. He knew exactly what buttons to press, which sensitive spots to hit, how to challenge you physically and mentally. 

“Gods, right there.” You whimpered, digging your fingernails into his back. Theo’s hypnotizing eyes snapped to yours, piercing through every layer until you felt even more bare than you already were. “Don’t fucking stop, please.”

He smirked. “So you do have bedside manner after all.” 

“Not for you,” you said as you grinded down hard, making Theo bite into your shoulder. 

“Salazar fucking save me,” he grunted. 

“Your founder can’t save you now, Nott.” 

“Cruel, ruthless woman.” Theo looked up at you like he was praying to the stars. His movements stilled as your gazes collided. “Tell me you missed this. Tell me that no one else makes you feel like this.” 

You whined at the loss of friction. “You’ve picked a shit time to get all sentimental on me, Nott.”

“It’s not sentiment, it’s the truth,” Theo declared, thrusting lazily. “And I want to hear you say it.” 

“Why?”

“Call it curiosity,” he said casually. “I want to know if I measure up to the boys back in Oxford.”

Not even close, you thought. But you were not about to admit that out loud. 

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” 

Theo chuckled before sinking his teeth into your neck. “But I’m not a cat, little bird. I’m a snake and I’m coiled around you ready to strike if you say the word.” 

You shivered slightly. This constant back and forth, all the bickering and banter, was just you and Theo’s sick and twisted version of foreplay. Gods, you fucking missed it. 

“Fine,” you grumbled. “Theodore Nott, you are an infuriating little shit but you fuck like an absolute demon. I missed sneaking around with you in the broom closet, the charms classroom, the astronomy tower, and wherever else we managed to defile in this bloody castle. Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

The shiteating grin on his face almost made you want to take it all back, but then he flipped you over, laying you down on the cold marble tile and staring at you with so much lust in his eyes that you felt the depths of his desire in your core. He crawled over you, water trickling down his tanned skin. 

“Close enough,” he remarked before hiking your leg over his shoulder and burying himself so deep that you clawed the edge of the tub to keep yourself from slipping. 

The rest of it was a blur of skin on skin as Theo unleashed himself on you. His mouth, his fingers, his cock were all just tools of seduction that he wielded with lethal precision. 

The pleasure washed over you in waves, crashing again and again as he made you cum not once, not twice, but a total of three times. By the time he reached his peak, you were so exhausted that the two of you collapsed in the dark. 

You laid side by side, staring up at the domed glass ceiling in stunned silence. After a moment, Theo turned over to face you.

“So?” 

“So what?”

“Did I manage to knock that stick out of your arse?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing off the tile. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“I’m kidding. I’m good, but I’m not that good,” Theo teased, following closely behind as you put your clothes back on. He eyed the bright magenta stain on the front of your uniform. “What happened there? Did you murder some poor unsuspecting pygmy puff?” 

“No, but I did a number on the potions lab,” you lamented with a sigh. “That stupid Angel’s Trumpet Draught is bloody impossible to brew.” 

“That old thing?” Theo asked, pulling out a fresh set of clothes from his quidditch bag. “I finished it ages ago.” 

You gaped, nearly tumbling over your own skirt. “How? I followed the recipe word for word and this disastrous stain was all I managed to achieve.”

“Sometimes you have to go off the book,” he replied. “Experiment a little.” 

“No thanks, I’d rather keep all my limbs intact.”

“I think you’re doing a rather splendid job of endangering yourself all on your own,” Theo said sarcastically. He cocked his head as you slipped on your boots. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll show you how to brew the draught in exchange for a favor.” 

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “What kind of favor?” 

“That’s for me to decide and for you to accept.” 

“I’d rather not give an egomaniac a nuclear advantage.” 

Theo rolled his eyes. “Do you want my help or not, diavolina?” 

“Fine,” you said with a sigh. “But only because I’m desperate.” 

“Words every bloke is dying to hear.” 

Without a word, he tossed a mass of balled up fabric in your direction. “What’s this?” 

“A jumper, an article of clothing generally worn to retain warmth in colder climates,” Theo deadpanned.

“I know what a jumper is, you tosser. Why are you giving it to me?” 

“Because, you’ll get a cold walking around like that,” Theo explained with a longsuffering sigh as though you were a clueless first year. The corners of his mouth quirked up. “Plus, I can see your nipples through your blouse and as much as I enjoy the view, I doubt that flashing Filch is at the top of your bucket list.” 

“You truly are appalling,” you replied, shrugging the slightly faded jumper on. The thing was so worn that you couldn’t even make out the inscription on the front. The fabric swallowed you whole, skimming the top of your thighs. It also smelled like sea salt and smoke and boy. One boy in particular. 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He grinned, showing off those stupid little dimples of his. “Meet me in the potions lab tomorrow. Eight o’clock sharp, just like old times. And bring a muffin.” 

“For the draught?’ 

“No, for me.” Theo said, holding the door open. “I’ll need motivation if I’m spending my Saturday morning with you.” 

You slipped into the hallway and flipped him the bird. His laughter followed you in the dark like an annoying shadow.

“See you tomorrow, my little pygmy puff!”

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[wh1msic4alwasab1]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬: ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚✎

synopsis: Your english professor and you happen to enjoy the same literature, and he invites you to take a look at the libraries premium collection, to give you a little more than the suggested recommendations.

tags: corruption, power dynamic, dubcon, explicit, vulgar, cunnalingus, degredation

a/n: this is a late bday present for my bae @l0rdgeosupport3rr

wrd cnt: 1.7k

“The stranger, a fan of Albert Camus?” Your professor asked with amusement as he passed your seat in the large lecture hall, standing infront of you with his body leaned above yours to take a peak at what page you were on.

“Oh, that’s the best part.” He murmurs, seeing you pull the wired audio pieces out of yours ears.

“Huh? Oh- Yeah I’m really liking it so far, but it’s hard to annotate with a paperback.” You say, chuckling as you meet his eyes above you.

“Yes I can quite see that….Give me a minute.” He says, ignoring about 3 other students incredibly prudent with important questions.

A while passed, and you saw Professor Nanami rummaging through a shelf behind his whiteboard, full of clutter.

He comes back, “How’s this?”

He presents you with a dark red and orange hardcover of the book you were reading.

“Woah..how much was this?” You ask, carefully handing the book as to not somehow ruin it.

“I’ve forgotten since the time I purchased it. You can keep it.”

You almost have to pick up your jaw off the floor, seeping with gratitude, you reply, “Are you sure? Thank you so much Professor!”

You smile, appreciate of his friendliness.

“If you’re interested in more classics, the library has a few new hardcover editions.”

“Really? I’d like to go but I’d have to stay for hours picking the best ones.” You laugh.

“I wouldn’t mind accompanying you, I could offer you some good recommendations? I have to pick up some copies as well this afternoon”.

You agreed, excited and more appreciative of his kind gestures.

Class ends quite quickly. You stay and wait for your professor who walks with you to the library.

You use the time spent walking across campus to talk more about literature, finding lots of equal footing between the two of you.

When you arrive, he opens the doors for you to enter.

It’s quite late out already.

The library was not very populated, but many used it as an area to study.

“So, what are your favorite genres?”

You take a while to think, “Hmmm…I like romance- oh and dystopian fiction! and definitely gothic literature”.

He nods his head, seemingly impressed with your selection.

“I know the perfect place.” He adds, walking you over to a section with some books he’d assume you would be into.

Time goes by fast, and about half an hour later; you both have almost 5 books each ready to check out.

Your professor is quite observant, handing books over to you he thinks will be of interest to you, giving you a short summary of each.

You were quite impressed with his knowledge on so many pieces of literature.

He was an english teacher, but his intelligence was admirable.

As was his….everything else.

You found yourself listening quite closely to him; his lectures, his announcements, the way he spoke to you in such a respectful manner. It made you think about how he’d sound in more- intimate scenarios.

You’d drift off in class thinking about it.

He squats down to pick up a book off the very bottom shelf, putting it back though.

But then, his knuckles brushed against your hip as he pulls a third book from the shelf above, bending his back to set it on the ground, his stack growing taller.

He doesn’t say anything at the contact, secretly watching for any reactions from you.

When you display none, he only gets more bold.

“Excuse me”, he whispers, taking a book directly above your frame; pressing his crotch directly behind you, groaning at the stretch his hand travels to grab the spine.

This time you did have a reaction, something inside you told your body to move slightly back, almost unnoticeable in the way you scooted into him.

You felt the presence of him behind you, casting a shadow infront of you.

“This is a great one. Can’t believe they keep it all the way up here.”

“Catcher in the Rye? I’ve heard a lot of complaints about that one actually.”

“Pfft, the people who complain about this book just don’t know how to read between the lines. It’s an amazingly realistic book, everyone should read it at least once.”

You hear him go on more about the book, simply responding with “Uh huh” and “Mhm”’s but all you can focus on is how hard his cock felt against your ass just a minute ago. How the lighting in the library looks on him, how his rolled up sleeves display the veins that run up his arms and adorn his hands. The glare in his glasses snaps you back to reality, the reflection of your face; practically drooling over your Professor.

It felt terribly wrong, but all you wanted to do was kiss him, feel his hands on your back as he ravished you right here against the bookshelf.

“So?-“ He said.

“What? sorry- I didn’t hear you. “

He smiled, “I asked if you wanted to go ahead and take a seat.”

You nod, laughing off your little slipup.

He leads the way, you almost instinctively hold his hands, stopping yourself just in time so he didn’t notice.

The two of you sit down in between two tall science fiction shelves, secluded and honestly too dark to try and read anything.

He didn’t plan to read.

“So what are your plans here?” He asks, jumping to a completely different topic.

He removes his jacket, throwing it over the armrest of the couch next to him.

“Well- I’m not too-“

You pause, feeling his hand place itself on your knee.

“Go on dear.”

“I’m not too sure yet, but I’m interested in an aeronautic focused field.”

“Oh wow, smart girl.” He says, his hand now slowly rubbing your leg.

“Professor-“

“Kento, just go ahead and call me Kento.” He adds.

His behavior made your skin tighten, your face getting hotter from the contact he was making under the table.

A number of students could see if they just walked by.

“You were saying y/n?”

“Right…I’m just- Professor what are you doing…”

“Didn’t I just tell you to call me Kento?” He asks, his palm now grazing up and down your thigh.

“S-Sorry-“ You say, obviously stiff and embarrassed at what he was doing, incredibly ashamed of how much you wanted him to go higher.

'Don't be sorry, my dear. Just relax.”

His words sent chills down your spine and you couldn't believe what was happening. In the middle of the library, he was touching you in such an intimate way, a very inappropriate way at that.

Your mind raced as you tried to process the situation. You were a good student, always focused on your studies and never one to engage in any sort of scandal. But there was something about your professor that drew you in, something you couldn't resist. And in that moment, you didn't want to resist

As his hand reached all the way up to your your inner thigh, you let out a small gasp, feeling a surge of desire rush through your body.

“we shouldn’t be-“

Without a word, Kento started rubbing your pussy, your leg now draped over his as he felt your warmth.

“I think it’s time you stopped talking, and just listen.”

“But-“

He took your hand into his, and placed it on his own cock, guiding it to rub himself.

The two of you soon stopped talking, just exchanged wildly inappropriate glances.

“Does it feel good when I do this?” He whispers close to your lips, his thumb pressing into the space your clit is, making you grind your hips onto his hand, nodding approval as you palm his cock harder.

His breathe falls on your lips, dangerously close.

In that moment, all of your worries and doubts disappeared as you gave into the fiery passion that burned between you and Kento. His hands roamed over your body, setting every nerve on fire. As you lost yourself in the moment, you couldn't believe that this was happening but you didn't want it to stop, but you had to try before it got too far.

“wait no- someone will find us”.

He grabs your face with his palm, keeping your chin up to direct you to his eyes.

“That’s not what you really want. I think you wait me to keep going. Maybe you want to be found like this…?”

Before you can protest, you feel Kento slide your panties to the side, ignoring your skirt as he just hikes it up to your stomach, taking two fingers to spread your sticky folds.

“Looks like I was right…you’re dripping.” He breathes harshly on your earlobe, hearing your hushed whimpers.

His fingers were so long, so thick and warm.

“Is this what you wanted the whole time? Your professor to touch you?”

When you didn’t reply, he took your jaw in his hands, forcing you to look at him instead of down.

“I asked you something y/n. Or are you too ashamed to answer?”

“I- Please…keep going”.

He chuckles deeply, inserting two full fingers into you, making you gasp and cover your mouth.

“You’re such a slut.” He whispered, pulling his fingers out and gripping both your thighs as he retreats under the table.

Your eyes widen at his vulgarity.

You protest and try to close your legs, groaning when he pulls them apart forcefully and slides your panties off and putting into his back pocket.

“Shhh…don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe, just don’t make too much noise.”

“But professor- no we cant- not here…we have to st-“

He grips your thighs harder, furrowing his brows.

“How many times have I asked you to call me Kento?”

“I’m- sorry sir…“

His fingers start to play with your folds again, taking a better look at the mess you’ve been in this whole time.

“You need to have a little more trust in me. We’ll be fine…Plus, you don’t seem like you want me to stop at all dear. I can feel your clit pulsing against my thumb.”

You froze, you couldn’t argue any longer nor did you have the will to.

Instead, you gripped his hair when he started eating your cunt, grinding your hips towards him and smearing all your juices on his faces.

The sounds he made while slurping you up plus his whimpering where much louder than you, he should take his own advice.

Your body stared shaking, not knowing if it was from your professor absolutely devouring you or the chance of someone catching you, probably both.

Wasn’t he supposed to get copies or something?

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[maxrowave]

GENDERBEND RAHHHHHH

i love drarry and i love women so put it together and you get this, i present to you: Harphine

Harry is consequently now named Harley; Draco is also now named Delphine (Full name Delphinus Lucius Malfoy, however asks to be referred to as Delphine because it's pretty). I decided to keep everyone else the same because the world centres around them. Delphine is the ultimate coquette girl, lana del rey wishes she could be as coquette as her. Mega popular girl and a trendsetter, one day she wears a headband to school, the next day, half the female students are as well. Extreme closet gay, internalised homophobia...

Harley on the other hand is a major tom-boy, as a toddler and young childhood she probably had a buzzcut or short hair because her hair was too much maintenance for the Dursley's. She also wore Dudley's old clothes so she was mistaken for a boy for most of her young life, she only began to grow it out when she started attending Hogwarts and got a major glow-up in third year. and now the multitude of headcanons: 1) Delphine resorts to flirting to get her way with male students, however it is only by accident does Harley discover Delphine is prudent when she flirts with her. Delphine immediately goes red, sputtering incoherently:

"MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS!!!" "good, I'm glad he knows about me so it won’t be as awkward to meet him when I'm over for dinner"

Harley uses this to her advantage and begins to spread rumours about Delphine to finally get back at her for all these years 'Pure Blood Delphine Malfoy, sole heir, is a homosexual?!' It gets out of hand and Delphine's rep gets ruined or somethin

2) Harley is a bit of an artist, she likes drawing/doodling. One day she's sitting in potions class, not listening because fuck that, idly drawing on her parchment without much thought, only for her to realise that hey... this kind of looks like Delphine, and then realising she's just been drawing Delphine in various sitting poses for the past half an hour.

3) Even though Harley really hates Delphine, she has to admit, she's really fucking gorgeous, and in an odd way Harley kind of admires how put together she is. Harley does try to imitate her makeup one day because she wants to know how it feels to be pretty/put together, it turns out shite, Ron laughs at her, Harley beats him up; Delphine also laughs at her. But when they do become good friends, like fifth year or so, Delphine does do her makeup (imagine that one img of the girl on top of the other doing her eyeshadow, that's them).

3.5) Slight extension from the previous one, I mentioned this on my xwitter awhile back -- Harry purposely messes up his tie so Draco can fix it, because Draco's love language is to clean up people, i.e brushing lint off their shoulder, adjusting their collar, kind of like a cat. In this genderbent au, Harley messes up her lipstick everytime so Delphine can redo it.

4) Delphine is a massive closeted lesbian, and is pining for Harley in her own odd way. When they begin to get close, Delphine instictually reels back, because she's used to playing hard-to-get with other guys as a flirting method. She doesn't quite register that it doesn't work with girls, which leaves Harley wondering what she did wrong and why Delphine isn't as interested.

5) When they do finally get into a relationship, most likely like sixth/seventh year, it's very low-key and secretive because Delphine still has internalised homophobia/closeted. But Lucius ends up arranging her marriage because she's an only child and a female to the Malfoy name. What happens next is idk

6) Lucius either dotes on Delphine like a child who is in constant need of being helped and cannot be independent, or never speaks to her ever because he's disappointed he has a daughter.

OKAY THATS IT, I HAVE MORE HEADCANONS THAT I WILL POUR IF ENOUGH ASK FOR IT LOL... i wanna see if I can make Harphine their genderbend ship name, it's cute

also boobs bc im gay and so are they

#draco x harry #drarry #harry x draco #hpdm #dmhp #harphine #harry potter #draco malfoy

[oldshrewsburyian]

I love this ask! A Persuasion Campus novel please. (Must go lie down at the thought of Ciarán Hinds as a college professor.)

So, to address your parenthetical first: you've seen Circle of Friends, right? I didn't love it, and his role, iirc, is not sympathetic; however:

The academic gown over the three-piece suit is just gratuitous. AHEM. A Jane Austen campus novel AU is tricky, I think, because I have to undo most if not all of the family relationships in favor of other connective nexuses (nexes? nexii? help). Here goes. I might have spent too much time thinking about this over my morning tea.

Sir Walter Elliott is, inevitably, the college president. He's photogenic. He loves uttering empty and incorrect platitudes about his own achievements. He loves schmoozing with important people. Unfortunately, he's perfect for the job.

The Admiral and Sophy have been at the university for ages, and the Admiral loves to tell the story about how he was her spousal hire in 1987, not the other way around.

Elizabeth is using family money to take a never-ending PhD in fashion history. She's always weirdly vague about her project, and finds a way not to participate in chapter exchanges. Rumor says that it's Sir Walter's influence keeping her from being kicked out.

Mary took an M.A., married money, and has been (dis)contentedly living on the UWS ever since. It's not quite true to say that she's never looked back. She visits colloquia and other open department functions with a depressing persistency, and appears not to notice that this is sometimes awkward for people who are united by their passion for a subject in which she never excelled.

Louisa and Henrietta are grad students, and remarkably carefree with it. Somehow their work does, in fact, get done.

Harville is, I think, Wentworth's sailing club buddy.

Mr. Elliott will be a smarmy visiting academic at another area institution. Unfortunately, I know his type. Eventually it will come out that he's eternally "visiting" because of a plagiarism scandal in his past.

Lady Russell is, of course, Anne's PhD supervisor. Who else would be in loco parentis and giving prudent and unwelcome advice?

Anne administers the interdisciplinary center in eighteenth-century studies. While she is several decades younger than those who usually take on such jobs, this works out well for several reasons. She has a head for detail, and is conscientious to a fault. Also, the faculty are (almost) all extremely fond of her, and the importance of this in getting academics to comply with bureaucratic necessities cannot be overstated. She's an alum of the program, and did finish her PhD. Lady Russell still sometimes sighs, a little too audibly, when she sees her erstwhile star student being competent in the front office. But care-taking duties during her mother's long illness meant that Anne's progress through the degree was slow, and international conference travel to boost her reputation didn't happen. The job market, with its precarity and long-distance upheavals, didn't either. So here is Anne, still in the department. Anne herself may not have the career or the life she dreamed of, but she has employment and health insurance, which is more than many recent PhDs can say. She sings in a choir. She tells herself that she has a good life.

Frederick Wentworth was Sophy's student. (I will miss her big sister energy, but a PhD supervisor also has the lifelong privilege of dragging you and telling you to get your life together, so here we are.) Lady Russell thought he was always going to burn out. Sure, he looked good on paper: a bright scholarship student from a state school in the fields of nowhere. But his project, studying contested empire and constructions of masculinity in the Atlantic world using network analysis, was always too ambitious. Until it wasn't.

With several fellowships, a postdoc, and a visiting position at a SLAC behind him -- the OUP monograph is in press -- Frederick Wentworth is back. Lady Russell wasn't on the search committee. But not only is Frederick Wentworth competent to teach the gender studies courses the department wants and the survey courses the university wants, he is also willing to take on the military history courses that the jocks want. "Thank God," says Sophy bluntly, once he's accepted the offer, "I won't have to read their opinions of my haircut in the student evals anymore." Also, there's that OUP monograph. No one quite says out loud that they have in their midst that rarest of creatures, the photogenic male historian who actually is a historian. But the consciousness runs through the halls like a current. This, for the department, could be a beginning.

For Anne, it is something else. It's not that they dated, exactly. It was never that formal, or that limited. Only in retrospect, really, did she realize that it was odd to spend an entire day walking around looking at architecture, or to end up with intertwined ankles on a museum bench, or to cook freely in each other's kitchens, before having an understanding. The understanding came. It was a November night, and they were sitting on a bench in Riverside Park, and she didn't feel the cold. They had agreed that they'd go on the job market together. They would read each other's applications the way they read each other's dissertation chapters. And they'd move to wherever one of them got a tenure-track job first. And then everything fell apart. Anne still thinks that Dr. Russell was right, that it wouldn't have been fair to hold him. More, she thinks that she herself could not have borne to lose what they had in a slow death of long-distance phone calls, too-brief visits, awkward negotiations of what they could and could not expect. Better to be sensible. Better to make a clean break while they were still young, still resilient. But she has never felt resilient. And now Frederick Wentworth is back.

#persuasion #campus novel au #will i actually end up writing this?

[hananosami]

Beautiful Boy

synopsis: Gojo Satoru finally proposes to his long-term girlfriend, and his students find out about how prudent his proposal was. As the students bicker with their teacher about how unromantic his proposal was, his girlfriend couldn't help but feel nostalgic upon watching this interaction. This leads her to reminiscence about the times when Gojo was a father figure to their adoptive son, Megumi.

One of the moments that she holds dear to her heart, would be when Dad Gojo sings to Megumi- in an attempt to help him fall asleep.

Reader and Gojo have been in a relationship since high school, and took care of Megumi and his sister together.

word count: 1.5k +

Author's Note: This is a chapter taken out of my fanfic that I wrote, but I essentially wrote it almost like a stand alone piece. Gojo acting like a dad is one of those things that I hold very close and dear to my heart. I really poured my heart out into this one.

"What kind of proposal was that?!" 

Nobara yelled, as she was holding unto your hand and was inspecting the ring quite intently. She'd twist your hand, to see how much the ring would shimmer under the light. If you were being honest, it was probably for the best to never mention that the two of you had actually lost the ring and it took quite a bit of time to look for it. Thankfully Satoru imbued some of his cursed energy into the ring, making it a tidbit easier to look for. 

Maki would then attack his teacher as well, telling him that you deserved better than just some measly proposal. Now, that was out of character for the green haired woman, but she just had so much love for you- so she too, wanted nothing less than for you to receive what you deserved. 

"You better propose to her again, Satoru!"

"Shake!"

"Yeah sensei, for a romantic, you'd think you'd get the hang of this by now.."

Now, even Yuta was also greatly disappointed by his teacher. But Gojo took it all, he'd cling unto Megumi, with fake tears in his eyes. "'Gumiiiii~ Help meee! They're attacking your precious 'dad'!" And you couldn't help but snicker at how the raven haired boy rolled his eyes, "She really did deserve better, you know?" Then Gojo clutched unto his chest, right where his heart would be. "My own son, on their side?!" He'd gasp, as he put a hand on his forehead, acting like he was about to faint. 

You couldn't help but laugh at the situation that was unfolding itself in front of you, they were more mad than you were. But as you watched the interaction between the kids and their sensei, you couldn't help but feel nostalgic at the thought of how these were essentially his��kids. Children that he has essentially raised, and fought for in front of the council. One might even argue that Gojo Satoru has been a better father figure to them, than anybody else was.

But Gojo never saw himself as a fatherly figure, nor could he ever imagine himself having his own children. It was something that you've always known, something that the two have talked about when talking about the future. Sure, there would be moments in time that he'd get baby fever and want a kid of his own- but the truth of the matter is, he'd be too worried for their safety if it ever came to fruition.

He could also never see himself actively being there, being thrown into missions that the higher-ups would send him to- with no regard to the days he has taken off from work. But he knew, that if you were ever got pregnant on accident again, he'd take full responsibility. Even if he was never sure of the future, he'd make his priority to always be there for you. 

But you saw him under a different light, you knew that Gojo was always meant to become a father. Despite his upbringing, he was always one step ahead of proving himself to be a better man than his father could've ever been. He's already proved himself to be such a good man, at the ripe age of eighteen, when he took someone in that wasn't even blood-related to him in anyway. Then you'd see it, the way he'd raise the two children and that's how you knew- he'd make an amazing father.

"The monsters gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here.."

You'd hear a soft voice sing from inside of the bedroom, peeking in, you'd see your twenty year old lover sing to the raven haired boy. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.. Beautiful boy.." You couldn't help but smile, as you watched your snowy haired lover caress the younger boys fluffy hair, noticing that the little boy's eyes were slowly fluttering closed. 

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.. Beautiful.. Boy.." He'd whisper in a hum-like sound, as Megumi's entire body rested against Gojo's side. Gojo smiles, as he slowly removes himself off of Megumi's bed. He snuggly tucks the little boy in bed, before-

"Goodnight, 'Gumi.. See you in the morning.."

Gojo never knew that you noticed these little things that he did for the children, maybe because by the time he'd left Megumi's room, you'd act like you just came home from work; acting clueless as if you didn't see how gentle he was with Megumi. You wanted him to figure it out on his own, for him to see that he would make a great father. But despite his high and almighty, egotistic act, you always knew what he thought of himself. That he always had thoughts of never being good enough to have kids of his own, and you knew that it was his deep-rooted fear of becoming like his father.

You always begged to differ, especially when the closed off boy called him 'papa' for the very first time. It was 2011 and you remember that day so vividly, Satoru wasn't even suppose to come- because he had been held back due to a sudden mission he was sent to by the higher-ups. You saw how disappointed Megumi was, especially since he was graduating elementary school and was now entering middle school- but he wasn't surprised. Satoru was an extremely busy man, especially now, since he is rising up in the ranks- and Megumi knew that. So the young boy never bothered him with such trivial things, like his elementary school graduation; he would have many more anyways. 

"Meeeeguuuumiiiiii~!"

Then there it was, the voice of you incredulously handsome lover. "Satoru?!" You'd turn around in surprise, to see the man running to the both of you wearing a black suit and flowers in hand. Turning to Megumi, you'd see the way his eyes widened and the little sparkle that manifested within them. "Did you really think I'd miss your graduation?" He'd ask theoretically, as he scooped the little boy into his arms, nuzzling his cheek against the little boys. 

"If you're here, then what about the mission?" You'd ask, noticing the way women would whisper amongst themselves. But you already knew what they were gossiping amongst themselves, and it would be how such a good-looking young man could already have a child; it wasn't your first time in this rodeo. "Ohhhh! Yeah! I finished it quickly~!" He'd glee, causing for you to furrow your eyebrows. 

"Oh Satoru.." He'd cut you off, knowing well that you were worried about him. "I'm alright sweetheart, besides I'm the strongest! And there's no way I could ever miss such an important occasion." He smiles, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair softly. But the little boy in his arms was just in complete awe, genuinely surprised he was here. "Papa", the little boy spoke, causing for Satoru to turn his attention his adoptive son- flabbergasted.

"What.. What'd you just-" 

But before he could ask, he was cut off. "Excuse me?" A young beautiful woman spoke, as she stood by your lover's side. "I was just wondering if you were available to get some coffee-.." Causing Megumi to wrap his arms tighter around Satoru's neck, "Mama and papa are taking me out today to go eat in a restaurant." Which now left you stunned, especially at how out of character Megumi was acting. The young boy never acted out, nor has he ever called Satoru 'papa' before. You watched as the young woman's face flushed red in embarrassment, "Oh god! I didn't realize you two were his parents, I thought you were just relatives of his. I'm so sorry!" She spoke in a hurry, before quickly excusing herself out of that situation. 

Satoru turned his attention to the young boy, who was looking at him with that same stoic look. "'Gumi, call me that again.." But instead of hearing 'papa' leave his lips, his face only contorted into a disgusted one. "Come on 'Gumi! One more time!" He'd whine, nuzzling his cheek once more against his adoptive sons. You'd watch the two in amusement, content, as you watched Megumi have that soft and playful smile plastered unto his lips. It made you feel at ease, knowing that Megumi would never refer to Satoru as his father if he never meant it, and you knew it took a lot out of him to do so. 

And that's how you knew, that Gojo Satoru would be an amazing father.

#gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x you #gojo x female reader #jjk x you #jjk gojo satoru #oneshot #y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #dad gojo #father gojo #jjk megumi #fushiguro #megumi gojo

[mewpangxin]

— Swapping body with the dorm leaders —

FT. Riddle, Azul and Malleus in the fic.

♢˚‧Riddle Rosehearts ♢˚‧

• The prospect of you breaking his rules while this happened —devastated and mortified him a lot.

• He was everything but calm in this.

• Please don't be profane when you use his body.

• He'll find a way to resolve it IMMEDIATELY.

• Just.. just be a good student for him, alright?

• You could feel the sternness from his gaze.

• Riddle was ruthless about his law.

• Because if you became unruly, he does not care if you were the leader of the Ramshackle dormitory.

• “ Sit tight on that chair as I brew the potions to change us back to ourselves. What?! You want to stay a bit longer as myself? Undoubtedly no-”

♢˚‧Azul Ashengrotto ♢˚‧

• He was taking this prudently and maturely.

• Well, wasn't it quite something to occur?

• He was bewildered to have Grim on his shoulders, his hands smacked out automatically like a comedy.

• Cough, no, you didn't see him doing that.

• Moving on, he will try to blackmail you with his silver tongue and enticing words he could muster.

• You gave him your dead eyes to him.

• Azul sighed out, you were too much!

• You also have fun with his fedora and cane.

• “Handle them with utmost reverence, if any speck of dust is detected on my items. You'll have to pay me for the consequences when you did.”

♢˚‧Malleus Draconia♢˚‧

• Amused.

• Where was this place? It wasn't in Diasomnia.

• .... Child Of Man was spotted from the mirror?

• He walked closer to inspect it shortly after.

• And it was as he surmised in his head.

• He was in a human's shape and form.

• Malleus went out to search for you right away.

• You were bad at acting, he doesn't trust you on it.

• “They didn't meet you? Take my hand, I know a spell that will help us with our plight... Hm? You wish to enjoy this mischievous behavior? I suppose, there is no fault in desiring so. We shall do that.”

#twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst x you #twst fanfic #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle x reader #twst azul x reader #twst malleus x reader #twst headcanons #disney twst x reader #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst prompts #twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twst

[yuurei20]

Hello! I was wondering if clubs are mandatory for students and when club enrollment begins. Thank you for the wonderful content! :)

Hello hello! Thank you so much, you are too kind! ^^

For when club enrollment begins, it seems to be very early!

There seems to be a "Student Club Fair," during which the new students observe the various clubs and submit an application to join.

Ruggie has a line about the new students checking out the clubs "now that orientation's over," and Silver comments, "No sooner does orientation end than we must solicit our clubs. There isn't a moment's rest."

Riddle explains, "Club activities and electives have a tremendous impact on one's daily schedule; thus, it is most prudent to decide on them as soon as possible."

Silver and Riddle are both wearing their ceremonial robes for the Student Club Fair, but according to their dialogue it seems they actually changed into their robes specifically for the event, and it is not that that they went straight from orientation to clubs.

NRC's orientation takes place at night, so it seems that the student Club Fair might take place the following day, after classes? This is based on how we see Jack and Epel during the club fair as well, and they already know each other.

They are in the same home room, so it is possible that the timeline is something like "Orientation (night) -> first day of school -> Student Club Fair"?

While Sebek submits his application immediately after seeing Riddle ride Vorpal, there is another scene of Ace in a classroom and having trouble with choosing his club.

Deuce says, "The application deadline is tomorrow!", insinuating that they might have a little bit of time between the fair and when they need to decide what club they will join, though how long, exactly, might not be specified anywhere.

A tangentially related point: quitting clubs seems not unusual!

Both Lilia and Ruggie mention students quitting their respective clubs, so it seems that you are not forced to remain in your selected club forever once you have decided.

A Pomefiore student also talks about trying to get Epel and Rook kicked out of the Film Club (neither one of them are actually a member, though Vil calls them in for help), and about quitting himself.

While Ortho is something of a special case we do see him join the Film Club after the events of Book 6, which take place after February in-game and long after the Student Club Fair, so transferring into other clubs may be doable anytime during the year (Vargas also threatens to force the culture club students into sports clubs at an unspecified time of the year that is generally assumed to be early spring).

It is not impossible that Rook is another student who may have transferred clubs midway: during a monologue of his pining for Leona, Vil recommends that he join the Spelldrive Club.

Rook refuses, saying that he joined the Science Club in order to support Vil, but Vil and Rook were not yet acquainted at the beginning of their first year at NRC.

Vil says "Rook and I first spoke with one another a few months after we started school." It seems that Rook would have already chosen a club by then, and maybe transferred out of it later into the Science Club when he decided to devote himself to Vil?

An argument against this theory would be: this is Rook. It is entirely possible that he enrolled in the Science Club from day one with the intention of being of use to Vil in the future, and simply bided his time until making his move (a theory supported by a line he has to Trey about being "someone who's been in the Science Club with you since enrolling").

On the subject of whether or not clubs are obligatory, I received a similar ask a little while ago and came to the conclusion of "clubs might be mandatory, maybe, but maybe not?," which I fear might not be very helpful :<

But as of this post I have not been able to find a line similar to "it is required that every student at NRC join a club," so I don't think we can be sure either way at the moment, though this may change in the future!

#twstask #twisted wonderland

[serenescribe]

Day 5 of ficlet requests~

Do you like time travel shenanigans? I hope you do because uh oh! General Vanrouge is in the present!

What’s that? His friends child is here, at NRC? Weird. Baul has a HALF HUMAN GRANDCHILD? Weirder. There’s himself with a *human* who he’s speaking to so casually and kindly? UNACCEPTABLEEEEE

[✐] ficlet frenzy

As of a week ago, all NRC students have been barred from entering the woods behind campus. All except a select few, at least — namely a select number of students from Diasomnia, of which the group includes its housewarden, vice-housewarden, and a few others.

The reason for this? Well, it was astoundingly obvious to anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear with. A week ago, there had been quite the explosive commotion, a spell gone horribly wrong. And what had entailed but utter chaos, and the sight of a much-younger Lilia Vanrouge rampaging around campus grounds?

Any attempts to quell the man’s panic and rage fell utterly flat, his scathing words striking fear into the hearts of countless students — from the meek and introverted of Ignihyde, venturing out to survey the commotion, to the bold and brash of Savanaclaw, who’d actively picked a fight with what they perceived as an easy target.

That, in the words of the older Lilia Vanrouge, his ancient age now revealed to the students around him, was “a horrible, senseless idea.”

“Are you sure you’d like me to accompany you today, Father?” Silver cannot help but voice his concerns as he trails after Lilia, the two of them winding through campus grounds, making a beeline for the throng of woodland behind the school.

“Why do you say that, hm?”

His brows knit together. “It’s just… the General—” as he’d learnt to call him, a way to differentiate the two, “—does not seem fond of me in the slightest. Would it not be more prudent for Lord Malleus to follow, given how he is the only one he can tolerate?”

At that, his father merely laughs. “Well he’s going to have to get used to you someday, dear!”

There’s a fire going in the woods, contained by a thick circle of magic, constantly crackling and never growing nor dissipating. The figure seated near it glances up as the two of them approach, and Silver feels his throat dry at the sight of those cold eyes, the same crimson of his father yet lacking the warmth that has been there throughout all of Silver’s life. Not for the first time, he wonders what must have gone on in the past to warrant such callous coolness from his father’s younger self. To a similar extent, Silver wonders what must have occurred to mellow him out into the man he is today; together, they are like night and day.

“Good day, little me!” Lilia greets, beaming cheerily even as his younger self’s lips curl into a frown. Dumping the basket that has been swaying from his arm onto the ground, Silver’s father rests his hands on his hips, merry as ever as the General eyes the basket warily. “It’s merely a peace offering,” he explains, when still regarded with suspicion. Lilia arches an eyebrow. “Do I truly look like the kind of person to poison my younger self?”

“If you feel anything like I do towards you, you would.”

Silver grimaces, but Lilia only laughs. “Oh, you! I do forget how serious I acted back then…” Still, he gestures at the basket, at the cloth covering it. “Why not take a gander, hm? I guarantee you that you’re certain to enjoy what I’ve brought.”

Different as the General may be — cold and dismissive towards Silver, outright startled and disbelieving towards Sebek’s entire existence, constantly annoyed and frustrated by his older self, and only ever satiated by being around Malleus — there certainly are some things that remain the same. Silver recognises this well when the General slowly pulls off the cloth covering to reveal, to Silver’s utter horror, a heaping pile of rodents and lizards.

“See?” Lilia preens, smug and satisfied at the sight of his gobsmacked younger self. “I told you you’d enjoy it!”

Abruptly, Silver turns to shuffle away, to escape from this forested clearing where the General has made his home before he can get roped into this.

If there was anything else he wishes changed over hundreds of years… it would definitely have to be his father’s… acquired taste in what he considers food.

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #ficlet frenzy #twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland spoilers #twst ch7 #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst fanfiction #twst writing #i think olive sent this in pre-latest update btw? #i wrote this a little while ago. a week ago? or two weeks ago. #my stuff's a liiiittle stockpiled now because i don't have as much time/energy to write u-u #but!! i wrote another scene for the longfic today! #i wrote 3 ficlets! #let's goooooooo

[cophene]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄 | ohshc; eight.

* • ° an unimpeded glimpse of life

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pairing : ohshc x gn reader summary : perhaps no one at ouran is more qualified to deal with a broken heart than the host club. with a student’s heartbreak painfully obvious to everyone but themself, the host club takes it upon themselves to remedy that. all against that student’s better judgement. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.4k+

After dumping the milkmaid statue unceremoniously in the dining room, you had to take a few minutes to mentally fortify yourself before returning to the thick of the art gathering.

These parties were always dull without exception. Maybe the crowd just didn’t speak to you, but you could think of any number of better things to do than stand around talking about art. Even when your parents tried to spruce things up with performers and music and food, you were always begging for release after the first half hour. It was lucky that your parents and their friends found your aversion to art more amusing than irritating.

You slunk back into the living room. If nothing else, at least the Host Club would provide you some amusement. They’d probably be floundering to keep up with all of the art critics and restorators and enthusiasts. 

You took a stance near the punch bowl and poured yourself a glass, leaning against the table to enjoy the show. For the first time, you’d catch them unprepared and out of their element—

Your jaw hit the floor. What the hell.

Somehow, somehow, the Host Club had commandeered your living room and turned it into an extension of Music Room 3. Full grown adults were hanging off of the hosts’ every word, delighted, dreamy expressions on their faces. You stared, gobsmacked, as Kyoya passed by, engrossed in a complicated discussion with an archivist about the shift in twentieth century art. Honey was sitting on a footstool, a tart in one hand while the other waved excitedly about the nouveau movement. Mori listened intently to an animator’s laments about the death of tradition, and Haruhi was naming her favourite Andy Warhol paintings. Off in the corner, the twins took turns complementing one of your mom’s friends on excellent taste in Romantics.

You stumbled, caught yourself on the edge of the table. This couldn’t be happening. The Host Club was not charming their way into the hearts of everyone at this party. They couldn’t be.

The King of the Host Club himself swept by to offer you a hand. “Are you not feeling well, my darling? How about I take you outside for a breeze to cool your flushed cheeks?”

“What are you doing?” you hissed at him. You waved a hand at the hosts. “What is this?”

Tamaki blinked. “We’re merely enjoying ourselves. We thought it would be prudent to make ourselves knowledgeable about a few subjects in the art world to make conversation.”

You guffawed. “Is that what this is? Because you’ve got almost everyone in this room besotted with you.”

“Then does that mean your heart’s embers once again stir with love?” Tamaki asked hopefully.

“Unfortunately not.” You took a hard gulp from your punch glass. Tamaki lingered, still looking hopeful.

“Well don’t let me keep you,” you muttered. “Enjoy yourself to your heart’s content.”

Tamaki took your hand and brushed a kiss across your knuckles. “If you insist, my darling. You know where to find me.” He drifted away and the assembled crowd eagerly welcomed him.

For the next hour, as you sullenly finished glass after glass of punch, there was no shortage of art people who came up to you, practically glowing.

“Are those young men your guests?” they would ask. “They’re so charming and charismatic. What wonderful young men!”

Yet more people would ask, “So which one of them is your boyfriend? Oh, you haven’t picked? Well, I don’t blame you.”

The fake smile you put on pinched your cheeks. “No,” you said flatly. “They’re not my friends. Just classmates from school.”

Everyone smiled knowingly. If you were ever driven to murder, tonight would be the night.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You slipped out of the living room and nearly made it to the stairs before your mother stopped you.

“I haven’t seen you all night, Y/N! Where are you going? You haven’t had dinner yet.”

“I’m not hungry. I have a headache.”

Your mother put a hand over your forehead. “Go up and rest then, I’ll ask Ms. Shimada to send up dinner.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

You turned back up the stairs. Your mother called your name again.

“I’m so glad you’re making friends,” she said. “Especially after … the vacation. It’s good for you. To get to know other people.” She smiled. “They seem like a fun bunch. Not bad looking either.”

Your throat tightened. “Yeah. I guess so.”

As you made your way to your room, you inexplicably felt tears burn behind your eyes. You couldn’t help thinking that he never would have embarrassed you like this. He had always been subtle, low-key. He liked to impress people, but he always made sure you were enjoying yourself first.

Someone slung their arm over your shoulder and you stifled a swear. 

“So, when are you going to show us your room?” Hikaru, or maybe Kaoru asked.

“Yeah, we’re getting pretty antsy downstairs,” Kaoru, or maybe Hikaru said.

You sniffled hard and told your tears to dry up. “A room tour is not part of the art gathering. I’d go back downstairs if I were you.”

“But we’re bored,” the twins whined. “Please, can we see your room?”

“No. Leave me alone. I’m going to bed.”

“Bed?” Hikaru made a face. “It’s barely eight.”

“I like getting my sleep. Goodnight.”

“Come on, just one peek,” Kaoru said. “Then we’ll leave you alone.”

“No.”

Hikaru: “Please?”

“No.”

Kaoru: “Please?”

“No.”

Hikaru/Kaoru: “Please?”

“They’re not going to leave you alone until you agree,” Haruhi said, coming up the stairs behind you. She raised a glass in your direction. “I wanted to see if you wanted company but I think I’m too late.”

“Haruhi, help me, I’m begging you.”

Haruhi shrugged. “Those two created an entire civil war just to see my house. They’re extremely stubborn.”

You glared at the twins. “Why do you want to see my room so badly anyway? There’s nothing exciting in there, I promise you.”

“A person’s room offers an unimpeded glimpse into that person’s life,” Hikaru said with surprising gravitas.

“It reveals things that you would never be able to learn otherwise,” Kaoru added.

“Things you don’t find in a file?” you muttered under your breath.

The twins bowed suddenly, nearly bashing you in the face. “Please let us see your room!” they intoned in unison.

You were about to slam their skulls together when Kyoya and Tamaki came up the stairs, their conversation petering out when they saw the commotion.

Kyoya sounded just a touch suspicious. “What’s going on?” 

“We’re trying to get into Y/N’s room,” the twins answered blandly. The back of your neck prickled at the way Kyoya raised his eyebrow.

“Not like that,” you said quickly.

“Ooh, can we see your room?” Tamaki looked instantly excited at the prospect.

“No.” You rubbed your eyes. “I don’t care if this is part of your recovery plan, you’re not coming into my room. Please go back downstairs.”

“If you’re feeling tired, we’d be happy to keep you company,” Tamaki said. “It’s really no problem.”

“Indeed. We came to this party mostly for your benefit,” Kyoya said.

Your eye twitched. “My benefit? The only person I invited was Haruhi. Mori and Honey get a pass because they always come to these things.”

As though summoned, the duo made their appearance. Honey was wiping a few stray crumbs from his face and blinked confusedly at the scene. “What’s going on?”

“We’re trying—” the twins said again, but you shushed them before the unfortunate sentence could escape. Somehow, Honey still understood perfectly. 

“Oh, you want to find Y/N’s room? Did you forget where it is?” he asked you.

“No, I just don’t—”

“Me and Mori have been there tons of times!” Honey said with a huge smile. “It’s so much fun in there! Y/N has so many toys and neat pictures—” Oblivious to your scowl, Honey brushed right past you and down the hall to your bedroom. At first, you stayed where you were, knowing there wasn’t much the hosts could do with your door locked. 

Then you remembered too late that Ms. Shimada had asked for the key to clean your room. You’d never relocked your room.

“Wait,” you gasped, lunging for your door. “Don’t—”

Honey pushed open your door. The lights inside turned on automatically, letting a cold rectangle of light spill out into the hall.

“See?” Honey said, still excited. “Look how cool it—oh.”

No one said anything. You didn’t have to look inside your room to know what it was that had left everyone speechless.

“Uh, are you sure this is the right room?” Haruhi asked hesitantly.

“Where is everything?” Hikaru said.

You sighed. You pushed past Kyoya and Tamaki into your room and stood in the middle of it, trying to see through the hosts’ eyes. You’d already spent too many weeks in your room to realize how off it was.

Your room was spartan. There was practically nothing in it. No drapes, no curtains, no carpets. The walls were devoid of drawings or posters or pictures. Your bed was on a boring wooden frame with blue covers and white pillows. The desk off to the side only had your laptop and a pencil cup with one pen in it. A lonely lamp sat on your nightstand, and beside that, an alarm clock.

The fact that your room was so large made it worse. It was cavernous. You could yell and your voice would probably echo.

The hosts padded cautiously inside your room, surveying it like it was a foreign country. Kyoya walked off to the side to open the door to the bathroom, and the twins flung open your closet, seeming a little shocked at how sparse it was. The only things in there were Ouran uniforms, socks, underwear, and a few t-shirts and black pants.

You crossed your arms. “There. Happy now?”

“It’s … very neat,” Tamaki said, pulling out your desk chair. He sat down on it like a bird perched to fly.

“I like it,” Haruhi said, and you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not.

“It didn’t look like this last time,” Honey said, peering up at the ceiling. “Did it, Taka-chan?”

Mori shook his head. His expression, as always, was inscrutable.

“I redecorated,” you said flatly.

“Why? Did you have a roach infestation?” Kaoru asked.

“I needed a change. Wanted to get rid of all the unnecessary stuff I had.”

“It looks more like you got rid of everything,” said Kyoya. You shot him a dirty look.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Haruhi said, taking a seat on your bed. “Minimalism, right? It works.”

You tried to smile. If only it were that simple.

Tamaki gasped suddenly, as though he’d been struck with a realization. He put a hand over his mouth and looked over at you pityingly. “You poor thing.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, and instantly regretted it.

“Your family must have been struggling financially recently,” Tamaki softly, as though you’d imparted that information to him yourself. “It happens to everyone. You were worried, so you took it upon yourself to sell all of your belongings. With your room empty, but your heart full, you presented your meagre earnings to your parents, who wept with joy at their devoted child. It was just what they needed before their finances crashed permanently into ruin. You’re still recovering, and you’ve yet to replace everything that you sold to save your family.”

You closed your eyes. You could hear Honey sniffling and Mori patting his back. 

“Great story, Boss,” Hikaru said.

“Yeah, real tearjerker,” Kaoru agreed.

“Where’d you come up with something like that?” Haruhi asked pointedly, her eyes narrowed.

Tamaki gasped. “Come up? How dare you assume I fabricated that tale! It’s completely true! How else would Y/N’s room have become such a desolate wasteland?”

“Wasteland?” you repeated.

Hikaru snorted. “More like the arctic desert. There’s so much white in here.”

Kaoru hummed. “Kinda reminds me of a psych ward.”

You were about to throw the twins into a psych ward if they didn’t shut up.

“Well, you’ve seen my room,” you said. “Do whatever. I don’t care. I’m going up to the roof.”

Tamaki perked up. “Can we—”

“I’d just like to be by myself for a little bit,” you cut in, and something in your tone cut him short. You looked around at the hosts, suddenly feeling tired. “Try not to break anything.”

You left and shut the door before anyone could say anything. You went down to the end of the hall and then up another flight of stairs, to where the rooftop patio was, your favourite spot in the whole house now that your room had been stripped. Thankfully, there was no one up here, just the fairy lights and Moroccan furniture your mother had imported.

You threw yourself into one of the couches and looked out over the roof. The sky was starting to fade into night, and the city could be seen glittering faintly beyond. You inhaled, enjoying the cool air. Distantly, you could hear the party downstairs.

If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t hate the Host Club, as short-tempered and unamused as you acted with them. If you did hate them, you would never have let them into your house to begin with. They were like a bunch of oblivious, overenthusiastic puppies. They meant well, like Haruhi had said. It was nice having people like them around, people who could make you smile and bite back laughter. Sometimes, they were enough to make you forget about him.

But then sometimes you would remember, and it would all seem trifling and stupid. It wasn’t fair to compare the Host Club to him, not when they occupied very different places in your life, but you couldn’t help it. He was suave and confident and mature and made you feel like a different person. You liked how it felt to be with him. You’d assumed he’d felt the same, but you weren’t sure of anything now, after he’d broken up with you.

You sighed a bone-deep, wearisome sigh. “I wish I could just forget,” you whispered to the air.

A few minutes later, you heard someone coming up the patio stairs. You straightened, arranged your face into something presentable. You always wore the stupidest expressions when you were thinking about him.

“Are you okay?”

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#ohshc #ohshc x reader #ouran high school host club #gender neutral reader #disceohshc

[thatadhdfeel]

to elaborate, most of the benefits of an autism diagnosis are only available to children and students. And some of these benefits can be accessible with just an ADHD diagnosis (like academic accomodations)

For example, autistic adults can enroll in the program I work for, but only if they qualify for government disability benefits.

If you are interested in receiving government disability benefits, then by all means pursue a diagnosis! But please know what you're getting into first.

noted noted. thank you sm. i don’t need gov benefits and the accommodations i have at work due to other stuff is already pretty good. so maybe it’s not rly prudent to bother spending money on confirming something that’s already from what been said by doc and others very very very likely

[povofjustme]

CAOS

I want you

Summary: Whatever Dorcas wants, she gets. And She wanted you.

Warning : 0

Length:1673 words

Pairing: Dorcas Night x OC (fem) reader

PS- didn’t PR so have fun with that 🤣

“Jake I already told you I have plans this weekend” Jake Hells once again was asking me to “hang out” this weekend with him. It’s not that I had anything to do this weekend. It’s just that he was one of the horniest guys I ever met. I mean Nick was one but he never harassed someone like this.

“Oh come on, it will be fun.” Jake could never take no for an answer. Never. “And maybe we could- '' He started to raise his hand to touch my hair but I gently pushed his hair out the way. “Jake, I already said I have plans' ' I need to get away from him, and far. But I just can’t. “Right, and with whom you have plans with,again?”

I don’t know why my mind went blank. He was making me uncomfortable. With that he was just getting closer and closer. I had to make up something, ANYTHING!

“She has plans with me, Jake” I couldn’t see who was coming up behind me but I could always recognize that sweet strong voice anywhere. Dorcas. “Yes, I have plans with Dorcas for the weekend” I look to my right and see the redhead. Her hair was in the braids crowns and her brown dress. She had a smile on her face that I couldn’t make out.

“And what plans do you have with a weird sister? I never seen y’all talk, like ever ""Will- I” for being a witch, I can be a bad lair. I started to mess with the bottom of my shirt. And a habit I had picked up over the years. I couldn't think of anything but Dorcas grabbed my hand into hers. Interlocking her fingers with mine.

“If you must know, she’s my girlfriend.” I looked at her with confusion but then I realized Jake was still in front of us. I just kept a smile on my face.

“So she has plans with her girlfriend for the weekend.” Dorcas kept it together. Holding my hand and giving Jake the death stare. At this moment, Jake looks like he is going to shit himself.

“Now if I see you come near or talk to her, well you know what my sisters and I can do. Come on bae, the girls are waiting for us” with another word, Dorcas pulled me with her. Not a single word comes out of our mouth. She still had her hands together walking down the hallway. I thought she was gonna let go once we were out of Jake's sight, but she never did. I don’t understand why I just went with it.

She walked me to the lunch room where most of the students in the academy were. Still hand in hand, she walked me to where her sisters were sitting. She sat across from them. “You can sit down, my love” Prudence and Agatha looked up at me from their conversation with a smile. Jake was right, I never been around the sisters. Let alone a conversation. I couldn’t run and hide. Everyone was looking. So I did what I was told. Why? I have know fucking idea!

“So sister, I see you found her” Prudence was the one to speak.

I was never scared of the sisters, I just know not to cross them. I’m very powerful myself but I never tried to show it. Coming from being a New Orleans witch and a harvests girl. I just come with a lot of responsibilities when people know who you really are. I just try to stay out of the spotlight with certain things.

They kept on talking, I wasn’t paying attention to anything with we’re saying. Until I could feel Dorcas hand on mine again. “Come with us”

Walking down the hallway, they were in the regular formation. I stayed in the back. Right behind Prudent. They took me into their dorm room. Walking in, the door closed behind me. Now that we are behind closed doors, I feel as if I can breathe and speak again.

“What the Heavens just happened?” All three of the sisters of Night looked at me.

“Helping me out with Jake, which I really appreciate by the way but calling me your girlfriend and then holding me hand in front of everyone” I need to get everything out of my chest. If it was a plan or anything going on, I at least had the right to know. “I just want, no. I need to know what that was about”

Dorcas come up to me and put me on the bed. Now she’s standing in front of me and Prudent and Agatha are standing on to the side. “You are my girlfriend now. And it will stay the way from a while” she said with know hesitation. “Why me, you could have anyone. Literally anyone from this academy”

“I wanted you” “why?” “There is know, why?” Am confused, so confused. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. “Think of this, you can date me. And Jake won’t mess with you know more. Call it a win win” “I never agreed to this Dorcas, don’t get me wrong. You are a beautiful person but I never agree to this. I don’t know you” she got down on my level and touched my knee. Somehow. I got this sense of relaxation from someone who loves to hurt people in their free time.

“Okay, you really want to know?” “Yes, I do. '' Dorcas looked at her sister. They both gave her a head nod, and walked out the room. Once the doors were closed she started talking. “Today in class, I heard some boys talking about how Jake had a special surprise for you this weekend. And it wasn’t good. For some reason I had a feeling to protect you” she stopped mid way to look away from me. “I needed to do something. I overheard them talking about how Jake was going to be the first one to have you”

I have been at the academy for over 3 years now. I keep up with school work. I have only one friend and try to make my family proud. Having to learn double the spells from being a New Orleans witch and A sister of the night. I didn’t want to get mixed in with the people here. And that means dating. I guess the boys are keeping track. I just never thought Dorcas Night would be too.

“I didn’t want that. So I claimed you before anyone else did. So like I said, date me. You are going to be under my sisters and I's protection . And no boy will try anything” I didn’t know how to feel about any of this. But it doesn't seem so bad. But at the same time. I never asked for this. “Am sorry Dorcas but I can’t. Am sure I I’ll be fine” I knew I fucked up when I walked out the door but everything was going wrong for me. I needed to keep my head in the game.

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“Okay witches and warlocks, that’s us for today. You may now leave” I grabbed the rest of my things that I had for the day and started to walk out the door. Around the corner, I came to see the one and fuckin only Jake Hells. He was just so pushy. He had his back against the wall with his feet crossed. Once he saw me I tried walking past him. “Hey, Hey, Hey. You’re not gonna say Hi to me”. The more I think about it. Jake is such a pick-me boy.

“What do you want Jake” not even stopping, he was still in my ass. “So, are we still on for this weekend?” “Heavens I could never get a break from you. Why are you so pushy?”

“I know you fake that shit with Dorcas Night, so come on.” I should have thought through what I was going to do next. But I didn’t. I saw Dorcas walking down the Hall with her sisters. I looked at Jake in the face with a good gummy smile. The closer the sister got, I turned my body to the girls.

“Watch and see,” I said to him.

When my back was away from him, I gave Dorcas the ‘help me get this fucker away’ from me eyes. Her and the sister stopped 6 feet away from us. “Hello Dorcas, Hello sisters' ' The girls all said hello at the same time. I walked up to Dorcas, give her a kiss. At this point I wanted it to be real. To get Jake off my back. I even pulled my left hand in her neck to make the kiss go deeper.

I pulled away from her with a soft small smile. She grabbed onto my hand so I could be by her side. “Did my sister worry about what would happen if you go near her girlfriend again?” Prudence started off with. “You can just not take the hint?” Agatha finishes off. “Now we have to go back on my word” Dorcas had a stone cold face.

“Sleep well tonight” they all said together.

Not giving Jake enough time to respond, Prudences pushed him out the way. Not far along, Dorcas had both of her hands on my arm. She leaned her chin on my shoulder.

“So what made you change your mind, my love” she whispered in my ear. I looked to my right to see her with a soft smile. “Maybe this won’t be a bad idea, I just want to know what comes out of it for you” I told her

“Like I said, I want you. And now I got you

Part 2?

#chilling adventures of Sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina x reader #chilling aventures of sabrina x black leader #Dorcas Night #Dorcas Night x reader #black reader #poc #prudence blackwood image #ambrose spellman #caos imagines #prudence x female reader #ambrose spellman x reader #caos #caosedit #caos icons #CAOS image #caos lilith #caos x reader #abigail cowen #abigail cowen icons #Abigail Cowen x Dorcas Night

[soon-palestine]

We do not speak for the whole department, in which there is a diversity of opinions, but feel the moment’s gravity requires us to speak forcefully about recent events at Columbia and the way forward. (2/16)

We are alarmed by Columbia University’s decision to call upon the NYPD to arrest its students on campus for their participation in the April 18 encampment protests, for the following reasons: (3/16)

First, reliable reports (as well as our own eyewitness impressions) are that the student encampment was not violent and did not threaten violence. (4/16)

As quoted in the Columbia Spectator, the NYPD Chief asserted that “the students that were arrested were peaceful, offered no resistance whatsoever, and were saying what they wanted to say in a peaceful manner.” (5/16)

While all universities must enforce their rules, they must also be wary of resorting to external police officers unless truly unusual circumstances demand it. We call on the University to seek a more prudent course of action going forward. (6/16)

Second, under the pretext of a “clear and present danger” the decision to call the police into campus violated the important principle of shared governance. (7/16)

The relevant Senate committee was not consulted, as required by university rules, but merely notified and the action proceeded despite the Senate committee objecting to it and advising against it. (8/16)

Third, the decision to call the police into campus violated also the important principle of protecting free expression on campus. Coupled with the testimony given by the President Shafik and members of the Board of Trustees in Congress, (9/16)

in which they failed to defend crucial values of academic freedom, the police action seems like capitulation to forces outside the university that would like to curtail academic freedom and freedom of expression. (10/16)

Finally, the suspensions of the arrested students seem to us irregular, unnecessary and resting on shaky legal ground. We call on the university to immediately reverse these suspensions and allow the affected students to return to their dorms and to their courses. (11/16)

For our own part, as members of the faculty of the department of sociology, we will continue to keep our courses open to these students, we will grade their exams and papers, and we will give them final grades in our courses so they may receive credit. (12/16)

Peter Bearman, Professor of Sociology, Columbia Debbie Becher, Associate Professor of Sociology, Barnard Elizabeth Bernstein, Professor of Sociology, Barnard Yinon Cohen, Professor of Sociology, Columbia Tom DiPrete, Professor of Sociology, Columbia (13/16)

Gil Eyal, Professor of Sociology, Columbia Yao Lu, Professor of Sociology, Columbia Tey Meadow, Associate Professor of Sociology, Columbia Denise Milstein, Senior Lecturer in Sociology, Columbia Debra Minkoff, Professor of Sociology, Barnard (14/16)

Adam Reich, Associate Professor of Sociology, Columbia Teresa Sharpe, Senior Lecturer in Sociology, Columbia David Stark, Professor of Sociology, Columbia Marissa Thompson, Assistant Professor of Sociology, Columbia (15/16)

Gerard Torrats-Espinosa, Assistant Professor of Sociology, Columbia Diane Vaughan, Professor of Sociology, Columbia Bruce Western, Professor of Sociology, Columbia Josh Whitford, Associate Professor of Sociology, Columbia (16/16)

#palestine #gaza #free palestine #columbia

[fatuismooches]

Thinking about Dottore with a reader that's very quiet and a more minds their own business kind of person, kind of like lynette.

I imagine as children, reader didn't really have friends because they weren't very social. And... who else didn't have friends? Zandik. Reader accidentally stumbled upon him while he was reading in that little clearing in the forest while they were exploring. At first they just kind of silently stare at each other, unsure of one another. Zandik definitely questions them at first, but he's either met with silence or very blunt and short answers. They just shrug him off and look for rocks in the river nearby.

But they keep coming back, sometimes they'll just sit quietly near him and do their own thing, sometimes they'd try to make conversation, but usually only if he speaks to them first. The friendship happens rather slowly I think, but I imagine it really forms when they start to quietly bring back items for him (random mechanical parts they find, interesting fauna and the like)

I think in the akademiya, certain students would have tried to take advantage of them... Being so nondescript and quiet, they were an easy target. And even more so when considering they were friends with Zandik. They would tried to blackmail them into giving them their research or to do their work, make up rumors about them and Zandik. Of course, when Zandik finds out he's utterly livid (it might have taken a while to find out too... considering he would spend as much time as possible in his dorm and not around those empty skulled scholars and reader wasn't exactly one to express their troubles...) he promptly scares them off by threatening them and maybe breaking a finger or two <3

With Dottore, they act as his assistant. They just like to be in the same room as him, not always needing to even talk. They're a good listener, and they try to help out whenever Dottore has a problem with an experiment. His subordinates definitely don't understand how the 2nd harbinger of all people would be with such a weak looking and nondescript person. But they keep their mouths shut out of fear of punishment. Dottore's clones definitely enjoy messing with reader though... though not to the point where its overwhelming. Just crowding reader and all of the segments trying to cuddle them all at once since they don't really say anything about it.

IM ASCENDING AT THIS... IT'S TOO CUTE. Zandik would be wary and cautious of you at first, because all the other kids were loud and always had something to say, mostly whispers about him right in front of his face, but you? You literally have... nothing to say, which confuses him at first, even after he questions you. You're really not gonna say anything about the outcast? He's never seen you with the other children before and so he wonders briefly about your identity. And the way you just left without doing anything? He's a bit intrigued.

The curiosity only grows when you return, again and again. Initially, he's annoyed at your lack of responses, but he grows to accept it and actually likes it. Zandik likes how you aren't annoying, you keep the peacefulness he enjoys as he does whatever things he does. Sometimes you even help him without complaint or argument. He appreciates that, and he does appreciate whatever little gifts you get him first (although of course, he's suspicious of your ulterior motive and will take them prudently... he's still assessing you) Hehe, i can imagine you two investigating all the plants in the forest and he's rattling off a bunch of information while you just write them down silently.

Oh I LOVE THAT... Zandik scaring off those pathetic bullies and making sure no one dares to mess with you again. I imagine you would also be kind of awkwardly silent after that, only giving him a small thank you, because even with being childhood friends with him, you've never seen him that pissed... but it still warms your heart to know he'd go that out of his way for you. Though I imagine he's a bit peeved at you for keeping this to yourself... he doesn't understand why you'd let these nobodies walk all over you. I'm being a bit delulu here but maybe he was also a bit upset at himself for not being able to read you well enough to know you were troubled. Sure, you don't really express yourself that much... but with you being the only person he enjoys interacting with, he should have known.

Reader being his number one assistant of course, a staple in Dottore fics 🤭💖 Being the only one who understands him and his personality, I imagine you're the voice of reason and persuading... because when you speak, it's going to be something important. Other people may not understand, but you two do and that's all that matters. (Reader is living the life though... being cuddled by all of the clones 😓😓😓)

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #THE ENDING IS MY FAVORITE PART AHAAHA #yk theyre always trying to get u to react #the more i think abt it its more funny #dottore: laughing like a maniac reader: 😶 #the clones r prolly in a competition to see who can make u laugh #dottore is definitely someone who likes spending time with someone in the same room even though you aren't interacting at all #a ton of ur quality time together is like that #you two know u dont need to be talking in other to bond

[hutchersonsgurl]

I'm sorry Professor -Mike Schmidt

Paring x fem reader and mike schmidt

Warning: MNDI smut upcoming and explicit language

Summary you are in college and one of your professors makes it his mission to make it known that he has it out for you.

Upon entering the lecture hall, you find Mike immersed in his lecture on electromagnetism, his glasses catching the glimmer of the lights as his deep, commanding voice fills the room.

Upon noticing your entrance, he folds his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Ah, the late one finally arrives," he remarks, a light note of amusement in his voice. "Please, don't tell me you just rolled out of bed. You can stay behind and make up for lost time after class." Mike says

"For the record, my car wouldn't start and I don't live on campus and how about no? To have the lecture about how lazy I am with you, professor you say

Mike raises an eyebrow at your firm response and turns back to his lecture. "You're more than welcome to leave, just know that you missed a lot of important material today. It is your prerogative as a student, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"I'm not leaving the class "Professor," you say using your hands you ain't getting rid of me that easy, and one more thing you don't have to be an ass we get it you're the boss you're in charge," you say sitting down leaning against your seat

Mike is visibly amused by your response, a small smirk visible on his face. However, he keeps his response professional. "I don't mean to come off as rude, it's just that as your professor, I must keep tabs on whether students are keeping up with the material. And as you're no stranger to being absent or late to class, I thought it would be prudent to remind you that there are consequences to your actions."

"Yeah we get it you have it out for me Professor Schmidt and you don't need to try to embarrass me in front of everyone " you retorted

Mike laughs softly at your response as a few students murmur among themselves. "Embarrass you? I'm speaking the truth. No one else here is chronically late, at least not that I can see. If the shoe fits, wear it."

At this point, he's teasing you. However, he's making a point -- a fairly solid one, too.

"You sound like you haven't gotten laid I'd be an old grouch too if I were you," say teasingly

You could tell it caught him off guard his eyes narrowing at you with his brown eyes staring at you with lust in his eyes

"So you tell me because I'm a professor and that I'm older than you I don't get action? Not that it's none of your business but I don't have the time too for that shit." He says

"Well that explains a lot," you say out loud Unintentionally

Just remember your ass is staying here after class he says in a commanding tone

You don't know why but it kinda turns you on

"Yes sir," you say in an amused tone

After a minute of silence, he turns around and starts his lecture again

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Part 2 coming soon

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Rings of Kings

I mended fairy wings, and he blessed me with good luck. Oh how I'd crow and sing, that my life would then now suck!

First came a Foemore Lord, whom brought his eldest son. To bind us with his word, his gift a ring of one.

Then came a Selkie Dame, her son to I was due. A lord to whom I'd tame, then came my ring of two.

Soon followed the Chief of Orcs, his son a gift to me. With popping of drinking corks, I was granted my ring of three.

Then sent the Elden King, his son to me he swore. My heart his stare did sting, and now I bare ring four.

Soon flew the Master of Beasts, his son and I will thrive. Then came so many feasts, and now I have ring five.

I feared the next to follow, when came the son of Nix. My dread I had to swallow, and now I bare ring six.

Last came on Hallowed Eve, a lord from under heaven. My luck he'd then unweave, once I bore ring seven.

I was a simple student, studying cultures and the arts. I was careful and was prudent, until the fairy parts.

And now I stand before my throne, the Prince to seven Kings. With heavy heart and painful groan, I must do princely things.

They are entitled and brash, they do not get along. They fight and they clash, until I sing a song.

Never will I give them up, nor will I let them down. Never are my words made up, nor will I make them frown.

Calm then overcomes them all, and brings them to my side. Seven Kings all standing tall, and filling up with pride.

I did not think my joke would work, to unite these seven bands. Thinking back still makes me smirk, as the Prince of seven lands.

#submission #poetry #rings of kings #the absolute dread at having to do princely things made me laugh