#I was actually thrown back a bit by the news about the professor

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Hi! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED your Beast of a Man tarzan!smut. Seriously it was so engaging and you wrote him so well (HES SO HOT AGHH). He's such a hot character idk why others don't write about him, I'm starved for Tarzan fics...

Could you please make a part 2 to the smut? You have such a great/smutty idea going I would love to see you continue it!!

It would mean everything to me!

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a/n: hi yes thank you so much and ofc! it's been so long since I've written smut on Tarzan so please bear with me! (fic anon is referring to here)

synopsis: You have successfully brought back the ape-man for research. Despite behaving like an animal, he's a lot more human in more ways than you originally thought.

warnings: MDNI 18+, recording during sex, oral (m!), 69ing, semi-public oral sex, cumming in mouth (m!&f!), rough throat fucking (f!rec), cum eating (m!&f!)

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"Who the fuck is this?!"

Your colleagues screamed and ran upon seeing who, more like what, you brought back to camp. They hopped up on tables and held up papers as weapons. They eyed you both wearily, on the verge of tears as you stood just a few feet away.

"I think that's a bit extreme," you sigh. 

The ape-man was beside you, clinging onto your leg like a child would do with a mother. He, too, was very wary around these strangers. You could hear him grunting and pulling at you as if keeping you from getting too close. 

Cute yes, but this would mean it would take a lot of work to build trust in the entire group.

Slowly, the fellow researchers began to try and communicate with the man. Talking slowly and softly, just like you showed them to. All of you agreed that this being could be the missing link, the answer to the question anthropologists have tried to find for decades.

It took over a month for everyone to be comfortable around one another, but of course, another issue was raised. 

"So does he just not have a name?" Professor Porter asked. 

As of now, you all were just calling him 'the ape-man' or 'hey you' to get his attention. It never crossed your mind to give him an actual name. 

"We're not gonna name that beast," Clayton butted his way into the conversation. Clayton, as big and strong as he was, seems the most afraid of your new friend. He's hostile, rude, and arrogant. Even if the ape-man cannot understand the words thrown at him, he can feel them.

The best thing to do in these situations was to ignore Clayton, he just loves the sound of his own voice. 

"No," you turn your attention back to the professor. "Not that I know of at least. Should we come up with one?"

"Oh great," there's heavy sarcasm laced in Clayton's voice. "Here you are naming a dog you're not even gonna keep."

"With no due respect Clayton, please shut the fuck up," Terk, the youngest of you, speaks. Terk is small for his age, but he has built. A hairy man who's lively, talkative, and one of the natives that live here. He and the ape-man get along well, a little too well sometimes.

Clayton flips Terk the bird.

"A name for him would be nice, yes." The professor looks as though he's sweating from the tense atmosphere. "Do come up with one dear, I think the missing link would rather you do it."

It's no secret that the ape-man prefers you over the other researchers. He's constantly at your hip, following you like you have an invisible leash on him. Your colleagues, however, don't know how close you two actually are. 

The conversation stays in your head for the rest of the day. A name. A name. Something everyone has yet is unbelievably difficult to come up with. Hundreds of possibilities run through your mind as you carry out your daily tasks. Even the ape-man, who's used to you ruffling his hair, grows confused about your behavior.

Nightfall comes with everyone in their tents and you still haven't come up with a name. 

With a groan, you turn on your side to see the very person who's making you struggle already looking at you. His eyes are dark, but the candle in your tent lights up his features just enough. You reach out and brush a lock of hair out of his face, watching how he moves to try and get you to touch his skin.

You settle with resting the palm of your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over it. 

"A name," you tsk. You narrow your eyes and let your gaze travel over his body. He needs to look like his name, that's a must. "Hey, do you know what a name is?"

He doesn't answer. 

"Something to call you. That's a name. Do you have one?"

He stares at you.

Well, this is going to be harder than you thought. 

Pursing your lips, you say the first name that comes to mind, "Edward?"

He reacts to that. His calm expression turns into a scowl, bushy eyebrows coming together. You quietly laugh and shake your head, "Not that one okay."

"Tony?"

He frowns.

"Taren?"

He pouts.

"Okay, okay. I think I got it...Garrett."

The ape-man groans, mimicking the behavior he's seen you do hundreds of times. It shocks you to see him act so human, so you. It's equally adorable as it is terrifying. 

He's gotten closer to you, a breath away. The proximity used to freak you out, but you've learned it’s how he shows his affection. His trust. 

The ape-man is waiting for you to say a word he likes, a sound that comes off your tongue magically. Judging from your facial expression and earlier absent behavior, this is an important task for you.

You want the name to be strong, versatile, and not easily replaceable. The being you've found is one-of-a-kind, it's only fair his name is as well. You play with a few letters in your head, bouncing them in your mind until you think of one that suits him.

"What about Tarzan then? Do you like that one?"

His pupils dilate, watching your beautiful lips pronounce the word. His word. 

"Yes."

You gasp, sitting up abruptly. Your sudden movements make him panic as he sits up with you. He scans the tent to find an intruder while you sit there stunned. 

He spoke. The ape-man no! Tarzan just spoke to you. He understood language and used it, even if it was just a mere word. A one-syllable answer that has shaken you to your core. 

"Oh my god. You just, Tarzan you just spoke. Holy shit, say it again. I need to capture this on video." You ruffle through your bag looking for your camera. 

Tarzan stops searching the tent and looks back at you looking as confused as ever. Like he didn't just display human speech in a mere month.

Quickly, you pull out the camera and hit record, aiming the lens at Tarzan's hard, yet beautiful features. 

"Repeat what you just said," you look at him through the monitor. Instead of complying, Tarzan stares blankly into the lens. "Do you like the name Tarzan?" You press.

No answer, his eyes flick from the red light to your eyes. 

"Come on! Just tell me whether or not you like the name." You're starting to grow impatient. At this point, you're convinced he's just being an ass.

Finally, he adjusts his seating position. Tarzan glances down at his crotch then back up to you, then back to his crotch. You follow his gaze, trying to understand what he's trying to say. Then it clicks. 

Compensation. If you want him to do you a favor, you have to do him one as well. 

"Are you being serious?" You sigh at him. Tarzan gives a faint nod to you. Even if he can't do so, you swear you see him smirk. Asshole. Setting the camera down, you angle it towards the two of you. Might as well have fun with it.

You crawl your way towards him, parting his thighs slightly before giving him a playful glare, "You're such a man sometimes."

Unlike before, Tarzan wears cargo shorts rather than a mere piece of clothes from last time. Professor Porter made it clear that if he was to hang amongst you all, clothes were necessary. 

They suited him nicely, even now. The way the material hugs his toned thighs, how his cock bulges through the shorts even when he isn’t hard. You couldn't help but run your hands along his muscular legs, finding his crotch.

He groaned as you palmed him, straining to not thrust his hips up. Tarzan learned to be patient with you, especially in the presence of others. Most animals didn't care whether they mated alone or in their pack. Even if Tarzan was raised by those animals, the thought of others hearing the sounds you make for him is repulsive. 

Instead, he has to settle for brushing your hair from your face as you undo his buttons. Delicate fingers unzipping the seam until his half-hard cock sprouts in your face. 

It doesn't matter how many times you've seen his dick, it makes your pussy quiver every time. All you can think about is how perfectly it stretches you, how the tip slides against your cunt deliciously. Your mouth salivates at the memory, and you let your spit drool off your tongue to land on his cock.

Tarzan loves the sigh. A pink tongue just hovering over his length. He also remembers the feeling of your hot mouth on him. The way your lips slowly come closer to the crown of his head, how your breath wafts over him. It feels euphoric when you finally make contact with him, mouth enclosing his flushed head.

It's so warm in your mouth, smooth as you lightly suck on him. The hand on your head slightly grips your hair, a sign that he likes the slow pace you've set. You hum around his cock, taking him a little deeper as you widen your jaw.

One of your hands makes way to grip the base, pulling the skin upwards in a stroking motion. 

This makes his hips jerk, gagging you for just a split second. Your wide eyes look up at him, small tears peeking at the corners. Tarzan gives an apologetic look, but the sight of your teary eyes and pretty lips around his cock makes him fuck up toward you again.

You pull away from him, earning a whine as Tarzan throws his head back dramatically. 

Maybe he thinks you're going to stop as punishment, but it's quite the opposite. Your cunt is sopping from tasting him, even if it was for a brief moment. Even if you have a task at hand, and your camera is still recording for 'research,' you have your own needs to take care of. 

Tarzan is none the wiser as you put a hand on his bare chest and lay him down. He eyes you curiously but lets you push him all the way down before hopping on top. His eyes widen as he's faced with your clothed cunt. Underwear the same color as your tongue that holds the strongest smell of you.

He doesn't need any directions as he dives his nose into you. Tarzan is obsessed with your natural smell. His nose immediately grows damp from your wetness, his tongue poking out to lick the juices that leak out.

Softly moaning, you take a hold of his cock once more. You pump it a few times before taking it into your mouth. It's surprising to see that he's not humping in your mouth like normal, but he's so distracted with your pussy that he can't seem to bother noticing his own pleasure.

It's hard to focus on his hard length as his teeth tear off your panties. You gasp when you hear the fabric split, but it turns into a whine when his tongue finally makes contact with your bare cunt. 

Tarzan has to grip your hips to keep you still. As much as he would love for you to grind on his face, he needs to have his meal first. His tongue runs over your folds, finding that little bud you love so much to be touched. 

He sucks on it and pulls, stretching your clit. Your legs shake and you have to pull away from his cock to catch your breath. Lazy hands stroke his hard-on as you look back. You clench at the sight of his unruly hair peeking above your ass, the sounds his mouth makes as he laps at you.

Turning back to your literal task at hand, you find the energy to take his cock once more. You unhinge your jaw and exhale, taking Tarzan deeper and deeper until your eyes roll back. You hollow your cheeks and suck, moving your head back up until just the tip remains in your mouth, and go all the way back down.

Now Tarzan can feel the bliss of your mouth on him. He moans into your pussy and slightly jerks his hips up, making you gag around him once more. 

Feeling you work so hard makes him want to reciprocate. He shakes his head left and right to try and bury himself deeper. He uses his grip to force you further onto his face. Tarzan's tongue finds the squeezing entrance that he's breached so many times. He digs his tongue into you, finally getting a taste of you from the source. 

He's guiding your hips so you could drag your pussy against him how you like. Tarzan can feel your hips trying to pull away from him as the feeling of his tongue has gotten too much. And it has.

You're trying to distract yourself by deepthroating him, but it's no use. All you can feel is his experienced mouth, how he remembers every detail he knows you like. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and how it builds in your stomach rapidly. 

Tarzan feels your legs shake. Your thighs trembling and giving out, full lower body weight on his face. He can taste how the wetness has changed, thicker and tart. Tarzan knows this taste like the back of his hand. You're going to cum, give him that white cream he loves licking out of you.

You've completely stopped paying attention to his dick. A part of you should feel bad for neglecting him, but you can't seem to care as Tarzan's tongue fucks you. Instead, you find yourself humping his face, his mouth following as you approach your high.

You squeal as you come, clamping a hand over your mouth as you finish. Warm gushes out of you, body quivering as the eager man under you happily drinks it all. Tarzan gulps and slurps until he's beginning dripping from the corners of his mouth. 

He takes and takes until you're the one having to tell him no more, that you can't handle another orgasm. 

Tarzan hears the desperation in your voice, the way you plead. It takes strength for him to pull away from your pussy, a soft growl emitting from his chest. 

Then his thighs wrap around your head, securing you in front of his cock. You have no time to question him as you involuntarily take his cock into your mouth.

There's so much pre-cum dripping from the slit that all you can taste is its saltiness. He's throbbing, fucking his hips into your mouth as he holds you still with his legs. 

All you can do is take it. Lips wrapping around his girth as he desperately slides his dick in and out. You gag and silently plead for Tarzan to be gentler, but he's having none of it. Your hands warp around his thighs to steady yourself, your head bobbing uncontrollably to match his movements.

Tarzan twitches in your mouth once, stilling his hips deep into your throat. Tears immediately prick your eyes and fall down your face, and you swear your vision goes black for a fraction of a second before he pulls out. You get the chance to gasp for air as he lines up his cock to your lips again and shoves it back in.

You think you might pass out. You're at the mercy of Tarzan, and he's still unable to see how much stronger he is than the average man. Your mouth is nothing but a fleshlight to him as he makes you choke around him. It makes you feel like a toy, a warm hole for him to fuck his seed into.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

The familiar twitch in his cock occurs again. Once, twice, then three times before he unloads in your mouth. Hot spurts of his cum find themselves in your throat, forcing you to gulp it down. 

Tarzan's hips slow, letting his cock drag against your lips before he finally pulls out. You cough and pant as his orgasm drips from your tongue. 

His thighs release you and you promptly plop down on them. You feel his hands rub soothingly over the curve of your ass, up and down your thighs. And an extra apology, Tarzan presses a kiss to your throbbing pussy. You chuckle and kiss his thigh back before sitting up, hoping off his face. 

You have to crawl to grab your camera, breathing a sigh of relief to see the red light still shining. You aim the lens at his face as he too sits up. You can see the arousal on his face from eating you out, his swollen lips, and messy hair.

"So," you start. "Tell me, Tarzan, did you like that?"

Tarzan's lips quirk into what you think is a smile before he looks at you directly through the camera. 

"Yes."

a/n: holy fuck I dont think y'all know how hard this was. I kinda went all out for the first one so the second one was hard as hell to match lmaooo. I physically and mentally can't do a third installment. this is the final one sowwy also I added some characters from the film! hopefully you caught that, I made Terk human, Tarzan needed a friend even if it's a fanfic

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an old friend, a new start part iii {r. lupin}

plot: Fourteen years after graduating Hogwarts, you’re offered a job to be the new Muggle Music Professor. Funnily enough, your old friend, Remus Lupin, is also offered a new job at Hogwarts that year.

in this chapter: remus tries to make amends

character: remus lupin x female reader

PART ONE, PART TWO

Days had passed since the full moon - since you had confided your feelings in Remus and he had rejected you - and you had been hiding away in your office for the last two days. To be perfectly truthful, you were hideously embarrassed. You had put your heart on the line and Remus had crushed it far too easily.

At first, you'd been angry. You'd been so angry, hating how cowardly he was, hating how Snape had been right about him, hating that he didn't mirror your feelings. Soon, that anger turned to shame. Then shame turned to sadness. Had you just lost your best friend? Had you just thrown your oldest friendship away? Sadness turned to quiet denial. Maybe Remus was right. Maybe you had let yourself get carried away in a childhood crush and being here, being back in Hogwarts with him... Maybe he was right.

You didn't really know where to go from here. You didn't know if you could show your face in front of Snape or even worse, Remus. What would you say? Oh hi Remus, yeah I'm just fantastic after I poured my heart out to you and you just tore up my heart like it was paper! I'm great. You wondered if he would even speak to you. The things he'd said... You'd put it down as false words but the more you repeated his words in your head the more you started to believe them.

"We are colleagues. Nothing more."

Was he right?

It was on Monday morning that you had to be a little bit braver, you had classes after all. You went down for breakfast at 6.30am on the dot. You'd even went so far as to bring a small basket. Not wanting to risk an awkward run in, you thought it best to fill your basket and take it back to your class to eat before lessons began.

You hadn't been counting on Remus already being in the Great Hall though.

Your heart skipped a beat. There were a few handfuls of students but as for adults it was just you and Remus. You avoided his gaze as you walked towards the teachers table, jaw clenched as you tried you absolute hardest to be nonchalant but from the way your eyes darted to him every few steps and your racing heart, it was obvious that you weren't doing as good a job as you wanted. No, he wasn't right and how dare he convince you that he was! You weren't just colleagues. Anger bubbled in your stomach as you drew closer and closer to him.

"Good morning, Professor Lupin," you said tightly with a forced smile as you began to pluck some breakfast pastries from the teacher's table and put them in your basket.

As much as you tried to hide it, he noticed the tremble of nervousness in your hand and the feathering in your clenched jaw. Lupin's heart ached, "(y/n)..." The sound of his voice made you tense up, frozen in place as your heart thudded in your chest, "I- We need to talk. I-" He swallowed, "I didn't mean what I said."

There was the anger again. You scoffed, "Well you said it, didn't you? Must've been some truth behind it."

Your anger was to be expected. Remus was actually surprised that you hadn't hexed him, "Please let me explain, come we'll take breakfast and go to my classroom and I'll explain. Please."

"Oh I hardly think that's appropriate for colleagues, Professor Lupin," your voice dripped with venom like a snake puncturing right through to his heart, "we wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression or have them think that we're acting like children, now would we?"

You didn't give him a chance to explain as you turned on your heels and sped away, the croissant in your hand squished and crumbling due to your anger. You shoved it in your basket then shoved right past Snape who had witnessed from afar your tense exchange with Remus. He had a smirk which screamed 'I told you so' but you pushed past and hurried back to your class.

Remus watched you go and released a long breath, "Oh, Prongs," he whispered hopelessly, "how do I fix this?" He knew that if James were here, he would've sorted him out but alone... Remus had no idea what to do. Would he really rather lose you completely as opposed to letting you in?

Severus breezed past him, "I see that went well," he muttered as he sat a few seats down from Remus who turned on him with narrowed eyes, "Your other half seems rather upset with you Remus... Something wrong?"

"What do you know?"

Severus shrugged but the smirk on his face said it all, "I know only that you are a coward. I told Professor (y/l/n) that too but obviously, she didn't heed my advice." Remus growled and without another word, he stood abruptly and stormed out of the Great Hall.

Severus smiled as he took a sip of his tea.

For the next week, all you felt was anger. You were so unbelievably annoyed at him. You couldn't understand why or how he could say such horrible things to you. You were his best friend and all of a sudden because he got a little uncomfortable with adult feelings he had just pushed you away? It just didn't make sense to you.

Of course, you'd told Minerva all about over a cup of chamomile tea as she could tell you needed all the calming remedies you could get, "So how long has it been since you spoke to him?"

"A week."

"And you've not heard his side of the story?"

You frowned, "His side?!" You exclaimed, "Minerva, come on!"

Minerva rolled her eyes, "I think, my dear, what you need is some tough love." You blinked, "Yes, what he did was wrong and hurtful and your anger is certainly justified-"

"Thank you."

"But-"

"But?!"

Minerva gave you a pointed look which you knew to be a warning to stop interrupting her, "But," she continued, "have you ever considered his perspective of things?" You were silent and she smirked slightly, "He lost everyone he cared about, including you when your friendship fizzled. He had no one after that. He barely got by and he didn't form any sort of relationship or friendship with anyone else. For twelve years, whilst you lived your life probably experienced love and lots of friendships am I right?-" you gave a small nod, "he didn't. So how hard do you think it would be for you if after twelve years of pure isolation you were thrust back together with a former friend? Despite how he feels, this is all so new again to him, it's a new and unnatural and..." She trailed off, expecting you to finish the sentence.

Your facial expression had softened significantly and McGonagall sat back in her chair taking a long sip of tea as she smiled triumphantly, "He's scared."

McGonagall hummed as she swallowed her tea, "Wouldn't you be?" Her voice was soft, "So yes, while he is indeed in the wrong for saying those things to you, it came from a place of fear not hatred. He's protecting himself and protecting you... I think he deserves to say his piece to you, do you not agree?"

You sighed, "Yeah... I... I hadn't thought about that." It was true, you'd been wrapped in your bubble of anger, furious that he did this but not trying to understand why, "You're right, Minerva. I need to go talk to him. Talk not shout."

As you left Minerva's office, your stomach flipped uncomfortably. You hated being wrong, you hated having to swallow your pride it just wasn't a pleasant experience. You checked your watch for the time and realised that Lupin would be teaching his third years soon so you hurried along and up various staircases to get to his classroom. You didn't know what you were going to say but you knew that you were going to listen.

Remus was inside his classroom shuffling through various essays his students had written him when you knocked on his door. He didn't hide his surprise at all, "(y/n)," he said, voice quiet, "What are you doing here?" He truly thought that you would never speak to him again.

"I wanted to apologise for-"

He cut you off, "You have nothing to apologise for. I was so out of order and so monstrous to you. I apologise. I am so deeply, truly sorry. I never meant it." He was being sincere, you could tell by his eyes, "I-" he had so much that he wanted to say but the clock chimed and he knew students would be arriving soon. He cursed which made you smile slightly, "I've got a lesson just now," he thought for a second then suggested, "why don't you stay for it? It's just my third years and we're just going to be fighting a Boggart." He gestured over to the wardrobe that stood in the middle of the class, "It shouldn't take too long. We can speak afterwards-" because I have so much I want to tell you, he thought.

You nodded, "Okay," you agreed quietly.

As students began to filter in, you smiled as various greeted you. Harry, Hermione and Ron all seemed positively happy that you were here. You let Remus tell his class what they'd be doing, teaching them how to use the Riddikulus spell to change the Boggart. You were perched on a stool to the side of the class, watching him with curious eyes. He was a natural at this. He was so good at teaching, at holding the attention of the young students. He was so clever and he was using that for good; to teach and help students learn. You caught yourself smiling like a schoolgirl at him and quickly forced yourself to remain straight faced but as you looked at the students you saw Hermione look at you with a knowing smile.

"Okay, ready and-" Remus opened the wardrobe door brandishing... Snape?

Your head whipped to who's Boggart it was and you understood. Poor Neville Longbottom. You'd heard first hand how cruel Snape could be to the quiet boy so his fear was understood. Neville used the Riddikulus to transform Snape's robes into his grandmother's clothing. It was you who gave the loudest laugh in that classroom. Neville grinned at you. Ron Weasley was up next turning a spider to a spider on skates. The class continued until it got to Harry and you stood up realising what his worst fear could be. Would it be Voldemort? If so, that wasn't something you wished the class would see. The Boggart twisted to become a large dark Dementor, floating towards him, its bony fingers extended to him. It truly was a wretched thing. Harry blanched and you moved forwards-

But Remus was quicker.

He slid in front of Harry with ease and the Dementor twisted and transformed into...

The whole class gasped.

It was you. You on the ground dead beneath a large white full moon. Your hand covered your mouth, breath trembling beneath them as your heart thudded in your chest. You dying was Remus's worst fear. You put the puzzle together Remus's true worst fear was killing you on a full moon. He did care for you.

Remus snapped a loud, "Riddikulus!" and the moon blew up like a balloon, your image fading from view, and then began to release all of the air from it, flying around the room until Remus used his wand to throw it back inside the wardrobe. You were still staring at the space where your body had been lying. Remus's cheeks were scarlet as he quickly muttered a dismissal to his students but they were unmoving and when you looked at them, you found them all staring back at you. They were all shocked minus one Hermione Granger who was smiling.

"I said class dismissed!" Remus exclaimed, "Out with you all, go!" There was a tenseness to his voice that rarely appeared so upon hearing it, the class scampered. The whispers and murmurs were loud as they all left and then, there was silence.

Remus had his back turned to you, breathing deeply, and you could see that his ears were still scarlet. For a moment, neither of you moved. It was you who broke the silence by stepping forwards and saying quietly, "We'll be the talk of the school now..." It was a pathetic attempt at a joke.

Remus swallowed, "I suppose you might believe that I truly didn't mean anything I said that night now."

"I always knew," you said, "I just didn't understand why you said then in the first place but I do now."

His shoulders sagged and he turned to you, cheeks still a rosy pink, "And what do you think?" He eyed you curiously.

"You're scared. I thought it before I entered this class and now I know it to be true. You're scared to let me in... You're scared in case you hurt me." He gave a barely noticeable nod. You were right, "I understand how isolated you've been over the last twelve years and I know that it's hard to trust other people and yourself. I know how difficult it is to open yourself up to the possibility of getting hurt or in your case, getting someone else hurt but... I trust you, Remus. I always have. Do you think you could trust yourself too?"

"It's not quite as easy as that, (y/n)."

"Remus..." You wanted so desperately to cry but that would achieve nothing so instead, you swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to tell him just how much you cared for him, "who was the one person you confided being a wolf to? The rest of the boys figured it out themselves but you... you told me. Why was that? Why for six months was I the only one who knew?"

"I have something to tell you; something that kills me every day of my life. I'm so ashamed of it and I swore to never tell anyone but- but I feel safe with you. I trust you and I trust that you won't judge me as harshly as others might. You're the one person I truly trust, (y/n)."

Remus faltered, "Because... You were and you remain the one person I trust so wholly and completely." It was the truth.

"You've noticed that I get sick every month. I disappear for a few days and come back a very pale, exhausted version of myself... You always ask why, always concerned about me and I brush it off. There's a reason for that. There's a reason for it all."

A small smile pulled your lips upwards, "You know I trust you the same, too. I've never thought for a moment that you were a monster." Remus looked down, "You have never been a monster and you never will be, despite your condition and flaws and all. You're Remus. You're my Remus." You stepped closed to him and gently, so gently, your fingertips traced the long scar over his face, "My beautiful, silly Remus."

"I'm a werewolf, (y/n)." He couldn't look at you and instead focused on his hands which were clenched together in his lap, "That's what the scars are. I was attacked when I was younger and... every month, I turn."

You could see his jaw clench, the muscles feathering, as he swallowed hard, "Why won't you let yourself be happy, Rem?" You whispered. The way you looked up at him, doe eyed and lips pink and plump.

His eyes were closed, his heart hammering in his chest, as he waited for you to say something but all he heard was a shuffling sound. His heart sank thinking that you'd gotten up and left but he gasped when he felt your hands slide over and into his, slowly prying his fists open to hold his trembling hands.

To be honest, he didn't actually know why this was a hurdle that he couldn't get over. He didn't know why he found it so impossible to let the one person he loved into his life. He had a good reason to but you were here, offering your love to him... so why did he not want it?

"I trust you, Remus Lupin. I trust you first and forever."

A pained expression flashed over Remus's face. He was torn. Despite not meaning any of what he said because you weren't just colleagues, you were more, you had always been more. Remus Lupin was in love with you and he always had been but was he ready to admit that to you? Was he ready to fully admit it to himself? He didn't trust himself, didn't trust his condition and Remus thought so lowly of himself that he didn't understand how someone, especially someone like you, could love him. For the last twelve years, he hadn't let anyone else in. He hadn't trusted anyone, not even himself. He had long since forgotten what it was like to let someone in - fully in - and it terrified him. Remus's mouth opened as though he were going to tell you and god, as he stared into your eyes he really wanted to tell you but there was something in the way. Himself.

"(y/n)..." The way he spoke, the tone alone told you the answer. Quickly, you straightened and stepped back as your own walls built right back up, "I... I don't know what to say."

You forced a smile, shaking your head, "You don't have to say anything, Rem. It's fine." Your voice was too light, too breezy for the heaviness of the conversation.

Remus stepped closer but you stepped away immediately. You were pulling away from him, "I'm just- I'm not ready." It was the truth, he simply just wasn't ready yet and it broke your heart.

"I know," you nodded, giving him another smile yet this one was sad, "it's okay, seriously. I- Just- do you believe me when I say that I trust you and when I tell you that I- that I love you?"

Remus blinked, "I... I know that you care and you trust me somewhat but I don't think you realise the full potential of my-"

"Can I have a go?" You asked, sweeping past him as you gestured to the wardrobe which held the Boggart. Remus gave a confused nod. You opened the door and stepped back, allowing the Boggart the space to transform into... Remus Lupin dead on the floor. Remus took a deep breath, "It's been my boggart since we were in fourth year," you told him as you stared at the lifeless image of him on the floor. You swallowed hard, "it was during your transformation that we had the lesson. I threatened to hex the boys if they dared to tell you... Riddikulus!" The Boggart was forced back into the wardrobe.

"Why... Why did you show me?" Remus's voice was small.

You cleared your throat, "Because I need you to know how deeply I care about you. I need you to know that there is still one person alive on this Earth who thinks the world of you and always has. I need you to know that there is hope still left for you despite the loneliness. I'm not begging you to be with me, that's your choice and I'll respect it... I just need you to know that I am here and I am all in if you are. I..." You couldn't find the words and you desperately needed to prove to him that you were speaking the truth so you did the only thing you could think to do.

You kissed him.

It was soft and only lasted a second or two but it got the message across. With trembling hands, you pulled back and straightened your robes. Judging from the way a red hue crept up Remus's neck to his face and ears, you presumed the message got across. You whispered a goodbye before you left the classroom, heart racing and head spinning. It was your last chance to prove to him that you loved him, that you cared enough to have him flaws and all.

Remus sank into a chair after you'd gone, eyes focused on the spot where the Boggart had transformed into his dead body as his fingertips brushed his lips gently.

The handful of times that you'd seen Remus in the following week, the atmosphere was rather tense and awkward. Despite the two of you agreeing to just be friends, there always seemed to be an elephant in the room; unspoken words always on the tip of your tongue. So honestly, the two of you had been avoiding each other just a little bit.

That was, until, Harry Potter asked Remus if he could learn more about his parents again.

"Can I have another look at the photos you have, Professor?" Harry asked you as he sat forwards on his seat.

You already had it looked out, it was in your desk drawer so you pulled it out and handed it to him. For a few minutes, there was silence as Harry looked through the photo album. You evaded your eyes from the photo of you and Remus as Harry flicked by it. Remus glanced over at you, taking notice that your eyes were set on staring out of the window and not at anything that reminded you of him. His heart panged. It was all his fault and he just wanted to make everything okay again.

"What was he like?" Harry asked curiously.

"Your father was-"

The boy cut Remus off, "No, not my dad... Black. Sirius Black. What was he like before he went dark?"

It was you who answered. Remus was rather shocked by the question, unable to answer or even comprehend an answer, "Harry, I don't want to upset you or make you feel a certain type of way because when we were at Hogwarts, Sirius and your father were the absolute best of friends. I think hearing the good things about Sirius might upset you more than you realise."

Harry frowned, "I just..." He shook his head, "I don't understand how his supposed best friend could betray them, it just doesn't make sense to me."

"Nor us," Remus agreed softly, "Believe me, Harry, I've gone over it again and again in my head. I've thought of our seven years at Hogwarts searching for the slightest glimmer of darkness but... I've never found any."

Harry looked to you, hopeful that you could give him something but you shook your head, "For twelve years, Harry, I've been trying to figure it out."

Harry thought for a moment before sighing, "Well, what was he like anyway?" You asked if he was sure to which he nodded.

"He was the thing that kept us all together, I think. From the word 'go' him and James were the best of friends, thick as thieves. If there was trouble, oh you just knew it started with James and Sirius and ended with me and Remus cleaning up the pieces with Peter running behind us." Remus smiled slightly at your words, "I am so sorry that I can't give you the answer as to why he turned bad, Harry."

"Do you hate him?" Harry asked all of a sudden, "I hate him. I hate him for how he betrayed them. And all the while being my godfather!"

Your eyes widened, "Who told you that?"

Remus frowned at the boy who realised that he'd said too much and slunk back into his seat, "I overheard Professor McGonagall and Fudge talking about it." Harry admitted, "It's true then?"

Remus nodded, "Yes... Sirius Black is your godfather, Harry, and that's why Dementors are here and why Dumbledore's inflicted a strict curfew. They think Black's back to kill you, finish the Potter bloodline once and for all."

He repeated the question, eyes boring into yours for some reason, "Professor (y/n), do you hate him?"

Your stomach flipped uncomfortably. This was something you'd wrestled with for years, "I love the version of Sirius that I knew. The boy who could always make me laugh, who was fiercely protective of his friends - he hexed the first boy who broke my heart you know - the boy who would pull me up to dance around the Common Room. He was brilliant. I love those memories I have of him... But the Sirius Black that I knew would never do what he did to James, Lily, Peter and yourself. That's... That's not my Sirius Black. I don't know what happened to my - our Sirius," you gave Remus a look, "but I hate what he became. I hate that he did that to his best friends. I hate him for what he did, yes."

Harry seemed satisfied with your answer, "Can I hang onto this for a while?" He asked, referring to the photo album, "I don't have many photos or anything of them and it would be-"

"Of course," you said with a soft smile, "I heard what happened at your Quidditch match on Saturday, how are you feeling?" You hadn't attended the match but it was the talk of the school. There had been a Dementor on the Quidditch pitch and it had caused Harry to fall from his broom. Dumbledore had made sure he landed safely but it didn't mean he was completely unhurt.

Harry nodded, "I'm alright. I just... I don't know why Dementors affect me so much. I wish there was a way to stop them."

Remus opened his mouth and you looked to him with a smile, "Well, Harry, there is a spell that casts them away," Remus said softly, "and I would be more than happy to teach you it."

Harry beamed, "Really?"

"He's the best teacher for it," you said to Harry with a warm smile.

"It's not the easiest of spells to conjure so it will take a lot of practice." Harry agreed eagerly with everything Remus was telling him, "And I think it best to not tell anyone about learning it, you know how people can be, I think we keep it between us." Again, Harry nodded, "Why don't you come to my office tomorrow after your last class before dinner, we can practice then?"

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry asked a few more questions about parents, things that no one else would be able to tell him. What was my dad's favourite subject? Did my mum get good grades? What was the wedding like? Was my dad good at Quidditch? What did they want to work as? And after another twenty minutes, you bid goodnight to Harry who scampered off clutching the photo album with everything he had.

Remus hovered in your office as you washed the teacups in the kitchen next door. He noticed you had another photo album laying on the table. Curiously, he picked it up and started to flick through it. It was photos of your life after Hogwarts, after James and Lily's deaths, after Peter's death and Sirius's imprisonment... after him. There were various faces, none of which he knew or recognised, but he with every turn of the page his curiosity only grew larger. Photos of you posing at monuments, photos of you laughing with a dark haired woman and blonde woman, photos of you drinking Firewhisky and then he stopped turning when he hit the next section, photos of you with a dark haired very handsome man. There were lots of photos of you and him. Photos where he smiled at you, eyes full of love, photos of you laughing with him, head thrown back as you grinned at the sky, photos of the two of you dancing in the moonlight... a photo of you kissing him and pulling away to grin at the camera. It hurt him knowing how much of a good life you had that he wasn't a part of. He didn't know why it hurt so much to see you happy, to see you living; to see you in love. But my god, it felt like his insides were being torn out through his chest. He hadn't been a part of your life for so long and it hurt knowing that. It hurt knowing that for a decade, you had moved on. You had loved.

You walked through from the kitchen and back to your office where you saw him, photo album in his hands. You raised your eyebrows, surprised that he was going through it but not upset or annoyed. You walked over, seeing the photos he was on, "That was from a rather... odd time in my life."

Remus looked up slightly startled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You shook your head, sitting on the edge of the desk beside him, "That's Ren," you said, pointing at the man who you had seemed so happy with, "I met him through..." you flipped a few pages back and pointed at the dark haired girl in your photos, "Rei. I met her about two years after we lost contact. I had gone travelling around the world to try and force myself to forget about James and Lily. I met Rei and Grace the other girl in the photo. The three of us travelled together for a few months and then Ren joined us, he's Rei's twin brother. They were all Muggles, never knew anything about wizards or magic and I never told them."

Remus's jaw clenched. Somehow knowing his name, personifying him made him feel so much worse.

"Our relationship developed really quickly. He was going back home in two months so the two of us wanted to experience as much as we could together. It all happened very quickly, very heavy... He asked me to come back home with him, move with him, told me that he loved me, he wanted to marry me."

"And- And you didn't want to?"

You shook your head, "I was running from my past. I was caught up in this dream. When he told me that he loved me, the illusion shattered." Remus asked what you meant, "For two years, I jumped from thing to thing to distract myself from the loss of our friends and that's what I'd been doing. Travelling with barely any money, taking up odd jobs here and there to make enough to get me to a new city, making random friends and travelling with them for a while. When I met Ren, he was... fun. He was safe, you know? He made me feel good about myself but... I was using him to forget about everything else in my life. I had lied about everything, who I was, where I came from, what I did for a living... The only true thing I told him was my name. The next day, I came home. Moved back in with my parents. Got a job in a pub and tried to heal."

Remus's face softened.

"It took a while for me to save up enough to move out. I worked in the pub and did tutoring for all sorts of instruments on the side. Took years for me to have a decent night's sleep without dreaming about Sirius, James and Lily..." You plucked another photo album from your desk, "This album was the subsequent years until now." You flicked through it, "I tried to focus on finding joy again." You pointed to a picture, "Bought a shop, turned it into a music shop. Tutoring on the side still, offerings lessons in-shop as well."

Remus was fascinated. He wasn't jealous or angry now knowing the real story of what happened with Ren, now he was just curious.

"Built that up. Still have it, I have someone running it for me just now whilst I'm here. When I saw the advertisement for a Muggle Music teacher here... I jumped at the chance. I'm sure you did the same. I had removed myself from the Wizarding World pretty much because again it was all too painful but when I saw the job come back, I thought that coming back would be the final step in my healing journey."

"And has it been?"

You frowned, taking the two photo albums and tucking them away, "I don't think the healing process is ever truly done. Seeing you again, being back in Hogwarts with you again... it's done a lot of good for me, honestly but that doesn't mean it's been easy. Healing isn't linear... might not ever be done healing."

"Do you regret coming back?"

You shook your head, "Not at all. I reconnected with my best friend and I get to spend time with James's son... Absolutely no regrets."

Remus felt rather ashamed that he'd gotten so jealous over looking at your photos with a former lover. It hurt him in ways it shouldn't because you were here, you'd been offering him the chance of happiness and he had rejected you multiple times so truly, he had no right to be jealous over it.

"I..." He frowned, unsure where to start, "After James and Lily, I pulled away from you when I should've clung to you. I was scared, honestly. Scared of losing the last person I loved... I tried to slot into the Muggle world too but it wasn't too kind to me. I couldn't keep steady employment when you know of my condition. After a few months of me steadily phoning in sick for a week at a time every four weeks, I usually ended up being sacked. I barely had enough money for my rent and for food so I had no chance of making Wolfsbane to aid me... My mother had passed but I didn't dare go back home to my father despite how happy he was to see me. I couldn't endanger him so my only choice was to take odd jobs. Jobs that were far below my level of skill and expertise but I had to."

He clicked his tongue, "Sometimes I'd pop into Diagon Alley and would find some Wizards who needed help clearing out a Boggart or things like that so would do that but most of the time it was jobs like cleaning a pub, helping out at a farm, deliveries... Mostly that sort of thing... I had seen the Defence post being advertised each year and it was Dumbledore himself actually who sought me out this year. He convinced me to come... There were a lot of times where I hadn't enough money for the basic necessities. I still don't, as you can see by my clothes and belongings. Everything I own is second hand and in tatters." He felt ashamed again. Shame burned hot on his face and in the pit of his stomach. Poor, penniless Remus his mind taunted, "In twelve years, you seem to have accomplished a lot and I have accomplished very little." Remus continued, "That's part of the reason I cannot be with you. Aside from being a werewolf, I have nothing to my name. I'm poor and I can't give you the life you deserve... that and I could maul you at any full moon." The last part was said with some form of bitter humour.

Your heart ached for him, "Just because you have less that a person does not mean that you are less than them," you reminded him gently, taking his cold hand and grasping it tightly in your own, "Penniless or not, Rem, that's not why I care the way I do about you." For a moment, hope surged inside him warming the coldest cockles of his heart but quickly, he extinguished that hope, sliding his hand from yours. You tried not to let the action hurt you or - at the very lease - try not make it obvious that it did.

The two of you had experienced completely different experiences in the last twelve years. One had gone off, making a better life for themselves and in some respects had been rather successful and the other had suffered, barely skimming by. Yet neither of you were entirely different people. Yes, Remus's face was tired with more lines and a weary look in his eye. He wasn't as brave as he once was, he was isolated but you knew that your Remus was still in there, you would often catch glimpses of him every so often. You were just as outspoken as you once were though you were angrier, less happy. Remus noticed that when you concentrated on something you always frowned whereas before your eyebrows would raise in wonder. Different but not completely. Partly a stranger, partly familiar. It was a weird sort of limbo the two of you were caught in.

Remus swallowed and cleared his throat after a few minutes of silence, "I should go." You let him go and once he was gone, you found yourself closing your eyes, fingertips dancing over your other palm as you tried your hardest to retain the details of how his hand felt in yours.

Remus stood outside your classroom, heart beating like a drum. Remus had always been a very level-headed person, always listening to his head and never to his heart but tonight was different. His mind whirred with ideas, questions, thoughts and fantasies that he couldn't stamp down. The light tendrils of hope that he had thought he extinguished reached out wrapping themselves around his heart and squeezing until it was almost all covered. His head fell back against the door of your classroom as he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to fight his own compulsion.

"Bugger it to all Hell."

And then in not Remus Lupin fashion, he threw open your classroom door and marched towards your office with determined stomps. He didn't hesitate.

"You hesitate, Moony," James said with a shake of the head, "Every time there's an opportunity to tell Ghost, you hesitate!"

"What's wrong with hesitating?"

"You hesitate and it means you think and your brain is its own worst enemy! Don't hesitate, don't think... just do."

Remus opened your office door and found you were still perched on the edge of the desk, staring intently down at your hands with an unreadable expression. It took until Remus was halfway to you to realise that he was there.

"Rem?" You asked confused as you looked up at him, "What are you-"

Just do.

His hands, steady and warm, planted themselves on your cheeks and you barely had time to register the fact he was holding your face when he was kissing you. It was a bold, brave kiss and fireworks seemed to explode in your stomach. He was here. Your Remus. You melded into his touch, hands finding themselves clasping his shirt, you could feel his chest beneath it, feel his heart beating wildly under your fingers. The kiss was deep and passionate and Remus's body moved into yours, his leg between yours but the need for air was too great and all too soon, Remus had detached his lips from yours leaving you both breathless and rather flushed. His forehead fell to yours, pressing against it gently as you panted and then he pulled away slightly. His pupils were dilated and his skin had a rather healthy rosiness to it.

He opened his mouth and then he... hesitated and he began to think, "Goodnight, (y/n)," he whispered, breath fanning over your face before he completely pulled himself away from you leaving your office and your classroom rather hurriedly. You stayed staring at the place where his face had been, happy and rosy, as your fingers moved to your lips feeling the ghost of his on yours as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Remus's face burned scarlet the whole walk two floors down to his classroom and when he got there, he cast the locking charm so that no one could bother him. He went straight to his office and through to the adjoining bedroom where he collapsed onto the bed, hands over his face as he tried to calm his drumming heart.

It took a long time for you to wrap your head around the events of the last few minutes with Remus. Yes, you had kissed him the previous week but this was different. This was Remus kissing you. This was Remus finally allowing himself to feel for you, letting his heart take over for a change. This was entirely different. Your hands shook with excitement as you got dressed for bed and when you finally settled beneath the duvet, your mind reeled with questions of what would be.

Remus stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep, as his mind berated him over and over. He felt stupid. He felt silly for letting his heart take over. With a loud groan, he stood up, dressing back into his outdoor clothes. A walk, he decided firmly, a walk to calm the nerves. Memories of ghosts past continued to creep up on him.

"Moony, you seriously have got to stop thinking!" Sirius hissed to him as he joined the two boys by the fireplace in the Common Room, "You just have to tell her how you feel."

"What if she doesn't feel the same?" Remus asked with a pointed look to James who threw himself back dramatically with his arms in the air in an exasperated show, "I'm-"

"I'll hex you if the next word to leave your mouth is 'dangerous' or 'a monster'," James snarled before his face softened, "Moony, we know for a fact she likes you."

"(y/n)'s bloody told us before you dolt!" Sirius scowled, "You're a Gryffindor, Moony, use some of that lion courage and tell her."

Remus's mind was made up and he slunk into the red armchair, "But I'm not a lion, am I? I'm a wolf."

His two best friends exchanged tired looks, "But if you never tell her, if you never take the chance... Will you ever be truly happy?" It was James who spoke, "Will she ever be truly happy if the boy she adores never makes a move?"

"No, I suppose you're right," Remus said softly, "but... she'd be safe."

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As the professor continued to spout information that everyone in the class would forget within the hour, Harry stared at Riddle.

He wasn't shy about the intensity at which he viewed the older boy, and to be fair, Riddle stared back just as much.

Their eyes just seemed to gravitate to one another.

Harry could vividly remember the other day at dinner. Riddle had been sitting at the Slytherin's table, Harry at Gryffindor's, and although both of them had been surrounded by large groups of people, and the Great Hall was louder than ever, Harry Potter saw nothing but Tom Riddle.

It was a painful thing, the beauty that Riddle was.

Sometimes Harry didn't think it was fair that the boy had been gifted such looks and then threw it back in Merlin's face while on his quest for immortality. But that was Voldemort, and this was Harry's Riddle, here and now, who had yet to lose his looks and seemed to know that he was beautiful.

And what was Harry to do but stare.

He now had a better view of the boy then what he had in the diaries memories and Harry planned on abusing the new angles that were on display.

Every since he got thrown back into the past, Harry had given up on trying. Trying life, trying school, and trying to care. Being the chosen one came with a cost, and Harry found that it costed him his concerns.

Now, he was in a time where no one knew him and he was free to make his own decisions. And one of these decisions, it seemed, was to become as obsessed with Tom Riddle as Voldemort had been with Harry.

The insanity of it made Harry wheeze.

Regardless though, he found himself trailing after the older boy when class was finally dismissed, not really knowing where he was or why he was following him.

After passing many other students and a great deal of abandoned classrooms, Riddle finally stopped moving. Slowly, the boy turned around, an amused gleam shadowing his eyes.

"You are aware that what you are currently doing could be considered stalking, yes?"

"What?" Harry answered confused.

"This," Riddle gestured outwards, "following me around everywhere like you have nothing better to do."

"I don't have anything better to do."

Riddle paused for a moment, "Are you completely sure, Harry? We did just get an essay assigned for Transfigurations. Or were you not paying attention?"

Harry was aware that that was Riddle informing him the he knew Harry had been staring at him.

'Good,' Harry thought, 'Riddle should pay just as much attention to me as I do to him.'

"Umm, no. I really wasn't paying attention. I was actually looking at a rat in the classroom."

Irritation joined the amusement.

"Pardon? What did you just say, Harry?" Riddle spoke.

"Nothing. Would you like to work on that essay with me, Riddle?"

The boy contemplated that question for a moment. Then, straightening his bag on his shoulder, he came to a decision.

"Fine, but you do not touch the parchment and I make the final call on what is written."

"Deal," Harry smiled, mostly because when Riddle tried to be all controlling, he got this little look on his face that Harry found adorable.

"Deal." Riddle began walking past Harry and towards the library. When he pasted, he looked down at Harry with a challenging glint in his eyes, and maybe, just maybe, something a little bit fond.

Harry, retracing his steps from earlier, followed him blindly.

As he did, Harry thought, 'It really isn't fair how pretty Tom Riddle is.'

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Hey 👋🏻 You write very well🥺 Can I request something? If you liked the idea you may write it I would love to read😊

Student Teacher Trope between Klaus and Reader where she hides her feelings towards Klaus meanwhile all students swoon over the teacher. Obviously one day he makes her stay and dot dot dot. Please don’t hesitate on making it as smuty as you want😂. Thank you🙃

Something about this picture just-

His little secret?

PT2

“I don’t care what you say he is fucking hott” my friend exclaimed as we walked down the school halls

“I never said he wasn’t hot, I’m just not seeing why everyone thinks he’s the best thing on the planet. Someone actually broke up with their boyfriend just to look, and i quote ‘more available for him’ because apparently he might want someone more vulnerable and pathetic. What is a pedo?” I asked and my friend slapped my arm

“We’re literally in college, we’re of legal age and he can fuck anyone he wants, any time he wants if he likes” she dazed as her eyes trained forward. I turned my head to see just the man, Mr.Mikaelson heading right towards us, our eyes locked for a split second before i rolled mine and gave my friend a look

“Really-“

“Shut up he can hear us” she whisper yelled and i sighed

“No he can’t” i mumbled turning to look in his direction, he was leaning against the doorframe to his classroom, talking to a student though as soon as i looked over his eyes flickered to meet mine. His hand came up to a little wave as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth

“Never mind he can definitely hear us” i whispered and she grabbed my arm dragged me away

“Oh my god he waved at you” she was bouncing on her feet as a huge grin spread across my face

“Oh my gosh we’re to be wed!” I cried out sarcastically

“Really!!?”

“Nope now lets get going” i walked off towards our first lesson of the day and she made a sound of disappointment

“But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we just…I don’t know sat in his office for a little bit”

“Ew the both of us and him? Let’s face it half the school would pile it” i scrunched my nose up and she grumbled

“Fine I’ll just go” she muttered

“You care about your grades” i reminded and she sighed

“Not if he’s an option”

“Teachers don’t even get paid much”

“He’s a professor and his designer jacket says otherwise. So does the brand new suit that he’s currently in that he looks- ugh just delicious in” her head was thrown back dramatically as i laughed

“Oh yes very sexy indeed, do you think he’d take me against his office walls? My dark red underwear watches the paint sir, would you like to compare it?” I asked rhetorically with a hand over my heart

“How do you know what colour the walls are?” She asked with an eyebrow arched.

“I’ve gone in a couple times, you know for papers and stuff, he’s sent me to grab things for him a few times” she made an ‘mhm’ as we kept walking

“Well if you ever get to be in there with him do tell” she whispered with a wink before we split off to our first classes

So first and second sucked

And now we had the legend himself.

As soon as i got stepped through the doors i sighed, running my hand down my face to mentally prepare myself for everyone to gawk and whisper over him

I quietly made my way past his desk to my seat which was way to close to the front than i would normally be but my best friend insisted we sit right by him at the start of the year and I wasn’t expecting a fucking god to turn up

Like yes he’s hot and yes he’s very fuckable but when everyone says it i get annoyed so I’ve decided not to fawn over him every second.

But then again…when you’re actually sat right infront of him, close enough to smell his cologne and able to see every detail of his skin, the way his shirt is a little too tight around his biceps as he removed his blazer. Lets just say my legs stay clamped together as i try my best to focus on the task at hand.

My skirt was way too short today to be sat infront of this man. I shifted in my seat as my eyes travelled to his hands that were scribbling something down while he spoke to the class. Such a rich voice, deep and throaty, i looked back to his face, such beautiful eyes, almost sapphire colour with with a shine of electric blue in certain lights.

God he’s just so dreamy…

And he is looking right at me. Shit what did he ask?

“Miss y/n, the answer?” He asked, both brows risen as i opened and closed my mouth a few times

“Uhm I’m not sure?” I asked in a confused tone and his gaze darkened

“Have you been listening for the past 20 minutes?” He questioned and my eyes grew wide, i wiped my head round to the clock to see we were indeed 20 minutes in. I heard his throat clear as i turned back to him with a nervous smile

“Eh well no…not really” i muttered honestly and the corner of his mouth twitched like it did earlier

“Whilst i admire your honesty i am afraid i will need to be seeing you after class, you’ve missed some important parts of the course while in your dream land” he replied seeming amused with the situation, at least he’s not mad.

“Yep sure, sorry sir” i mumbled before smacking my head on the desk a little too loud and silently telling myself to fuck off. I could hear my friend snicker as she rubbed my back

“Oh how i wonder what you were fantasising about” she whispered to me and i smacked the back of her head. She gasped a tad but too loud drawing attention. His attention.

“Miss y/n would you like to step outside?” Me and my friend glanced at each other panicked and she mouthed a sorry as i grabbed my bag and walked out.

He was still talking. I could just leave right? Skip the rest of the day and try again tomorrow. Good plan, I’m proud of myself. Just i took a step backwards away from the door he walked out infront of me. Hands behind his back as the door clicked closed

“Leaving?” He asked with a certain glint in his eyes

“No…just um”

“Don’t lie, you were honest earlier, I don’t appreciate liars” the authority in his voice had my body running hot.

“I was gonna leave, yeah” I murmured with my head down slightly. I glanced up at him to see his eyes narrowed in thought

“Go for a walk, and return at the end of the day, i would like to see you in my office” he got quieter with the last sentence and he was now much closer to me, oh god i could feel his body heat. My eyes flicked to his and I swallowed thickly as i weakly nodded my head. His eye line lowered before returning to mine

“Your skirt…” he started

Go on say it’s too short

“It’s pretty” he muttered, his fingers touched the bottom of it, brushing over the tops on my thighs as i sucked in a breath, god it was like everything in me was begging for him to fuck me, I wouldn’t care if every other person in the building came to watch as long as he touched me.

“Thank you sir” I uttered and his tongue darted out to wet his lips

“I’ll see you soon miss y/n” his hand lingered dangerously close to my surely damp underwear before he walked back into his room.

I groaned as I lightly hit the wall and stormed off now both normally frustrated and sexually frustrated

Anyway

I took my walk, and got lunch and then went home and slept.

I now sluggishly made my way to his office, most people were gone, a few people walking out. I was a little late.

I knocked on his door lightly almost hoping maybe he had gone home. That thought was short lived as the door opened, he coaxed me into the room quickly and guided me to sit in the chair opposite to his. Rude, we got shitty chairs and he got a fancy leather, vintage looking seat.

“You’re late” he stated as he sat down

“I was asleep” i told him mid yawn and he hummed

“Are you awake enough to be learning or should we reschedule?”

Yes fantastic.

“Good idea, I’m exhausted! Will come back tomorrow instead, great plan, right well, eh bye” i quickly rushed towards the door but an arm round my waist pulled me back to his chest making me squeak in surprise

“Now now, that was just rude” he whispered lowly into my ear, fuck he was hot. It felt as though my clit was pulsing. His hand was fiddling with the top of my skirt and I couldn’t stop myself from propping my ass out slightly, pressing against his crotch making him grunt. A very sexy grunt.

I could feel him becoming hard against me as he sighed and brought his other hand to rest on my left thigh.

“You shouldn’t be presenting such a lovely ass to any man like this sweetheart, especially your professor.” He told me as his hand moved higher up, pushing the skirt up as he gripped my upper thigh, so fucking close to my cunt it was unbelievable.

“You shouldn’t be hard for your student” I responded quietly

“I wouldn’t be hard if i knew you weren’t soaked” he whispered, a finger pressed to my entrance through my panties making me gasp and take a step away from him. He didn’t stop me as i span around and took a step back towards the close door, when did that close?

“You’re my teacher- you could be fired and i’d be called a slut. Literally any other girl in any of your other classes will be perfect for what you want! I’m gonna go home and I’ll see you later- at school- in class with other people and with a longer skirt.” Just as my hand twisted the handle he was back infront of me, hands on my shoulders making heat rush through me at the contact. My heart thumped loudly in my ears as his face neared mine

“What exactly do you think that i want?” He asked huskily

“Well i think it’s obvious to assume you want sex” i laughed breathlessly and he frowned a little

“But you do not?” He asked, his head tilting in question

“I don’t want the reputation that comes with it” i whispered

“I will keep you a secret my love” he muttered, he then pressed a soft kiss to my jaw making my eyes close momentarily

“You don’t like liars” i mumbled but he kept leaving kisses down my neck, finding the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and sucking with a hum. The little whimper that came from me had him licking a bold stipe over the newly formed hickey

“No but i like you more than i care about a small lie” he muttered into my skin

“How many other girls have you had in this office?” I asked trying to clear my thoughts

“None, only you have been in here, i only ever send you to get my papers and I’ve only kept you behind” my head tilted back in response inviting his greedy lips to colour me purple

“You could have anybody else” i mumbled and he huffed into my shoulder before pulling away, a darker look in his eyes

“I want you, do not act as though you weren’t lusting over me only a few hours ago, did you know that you fiddle with your hair? You pen was in your mouth, you were taunting me. But when i told you i didn’t like you to lie you obeyed, because you want to be good for me, look at me and tell me that you want me to step away, you can go home if you want to sweetheart but it won’t lessen my admiration for you” i blinked in response unsure what to do next. I could feel my thighs growing sticky as they pressed together. He took in my silence and nodded

“Okay” he uttered taking a step away from me, his hands missing from my body and his lips gone from my skin.

“I didn’t ask you to step away” i whispered looking up at him through my lashes

“What would you like me to do?” He asked moving forward

“Kiss me” i barely murmured before his lips were on mine, soft and full as he pressed me into the door, hands on my face as i moaned quietly against him. His hot tongue slipped into my mouth immediately claiming mine, I didn’t even want to put up a fight for dominance. Everything about this man screamed authority and i loved it.

“Jump y/n” he muttered into me and i was fast to wrap my legs around his waist, my skirt was pushed all the way up, my panties pushed right against his hard on.

“You’re going to be so beautiful on my cock one day, my love” my mouth gaped slightly at his words, his lips were back at my throat going down between my top

“I don’t think anyone else should see you walking around with such a low cut top” he muttered, his tongue swiped over the swells of my breasts. His hands coming to push the sides of my breasts pushing them forward out of my bra to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. His teeth scraped the sensitive bud making me gasp and arch towards him, he groaned as he tugged at it, my hands gripped his hair, such perfectly done hair. He never failed to dress his best.

“Such sweet sounds” he murmured as he pulled away with a small ‘pop’. His index and thumb pinched at the wet nipple while his mouth went for the other giving it the same treatment before slipping them both back into my bra

“I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of time in here, there are other teachers waking around and i can’t have anyone see you so vulnerable” he whispered kissing my lips again

“If you just want a quick fuck it’s fine” i muttered reaching between us to remove his belt. His hand grabbed onto mine halting my actions as i held the leather accessory

“I thought you understood, i like you, i care about you and you are not just a fuck release. I want to have you properly, forever” he told me as he took my face in his hand

“You want me to be your little secret” i replied with a confused frown

“Well yes but…only until you have finished your education, then we will be together publicly” his face was so serious he couldn’t be lying

“Together” I uttered and he responded with a kiss to my lips. Loving but hungry as his hips ground to mine, quiet throaty moans falling from his tongue into my mouth. His hand moved round to run down my back, it rested over my ass and he squeezed gently at the flesh

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked towards his desk. He sat me down ontop the polished wood, it was cold against the backs of my thighs but i didn’t mind, his hands were all over my body keeping me warm anyway.

His fingertips played with the waistband of my panties pulling at them making me lift my hips letting him pull them off my legs. He stuffed then into his drawer as he pulled away form my face

“Spread your pretty legs” he murmured running his hands along my upper thighs. I opened them across the desk letting him see how wet i was

“You’re dripping onto my desk love” he muttered as his fingers moved to spread my lower lips. I moaned softly, my hands moved to hold onto his forearm pulling him closer to my desperate cunt. I could feel the heat inside me begging for him and i urged him to keep touching

“Please sir” i whispered.

“You can call me Klaus, we are to be together, you cannot call me your professor forever” he smiled slightly at me and I returned it shyly. God what was he doing to me. This morning i was rolling my eyes at the thought of swooning for him and now i was begging him to finger me?

His middle finger brushing over my clit had my thoughts rushing away as i moaned much too loud making him chuckle

“Remember there are others hear” he reminded while flicking his finger over my slippery sphere. My body tightened momentarily as i whimpered. His fingers moved quick and pressed down a little heavier every however many seconds. The pressure on my clit made the pressure inside me grow too. The sensitive bundle of nerves had my hips lifting to meet his touch, what i imagine to be a ball of electricity spinning together was forming in my lower abdomen

A finger pushing inside of my fluttering walls, i moaned loudly and he shushed me, he leaned down to push my face into his neck while he slid his finger in and out of my body, his thumb was quick to keep my needy clit company. My lips latched onto his smooth skin, i sucked harshly in hopes of leaving my own marks on him while he added another finger.

“Say my name” he muttered, I whimpered softly and his other hand patted the top my ass

“Say it”

“Klaus!” I moaned into his neck giving in to his command

“That’s it love, keep going, quietly” he whispered as his fingers curled inside of me. The electricity growing while i chanted his name

“Good girl, good girl” he repeated as he managed to get a third finger inside me. I could feel my walls stretching around his hand as I squirmed in pleasure

“Oh god- I’m going to cum on your desk” i cried throwing my head back

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my hand love?” He asked huskily

“Fuck- I’m- and you’re- oh god” my mind was running a thousand miles per minute as i took in the situation. Despite how wrong everything we were doing was my body craved him. His fingers were reaching just the right spot inside me to have my legs shaking, my walls squeezing his hand tightly while my nails dug into the wood below.

“Be the good girl i know you are and let go for me, come on darling” he encouraged making me muffle my moans into his neck again, my blunt teeth nipping his skin.

A hand brushed at my jaw as his thumb stroked my cheek. My mouth hung open though no sounds escaped as I finally came around his fingers, i could feel it spill between my thighs to the desk while i panted with my head tucked under his chin while he whispered sweet things to me.

Just as i was about to say something we heard someone knock at the door, blood drained from my face as i clutched his shirt

“Shh sh” he hushed while pulling me down from the desk

“Who is it?” He called

“Mr Mikaelson? I’m on my way out now, there’s only one or two others here, have a good evening” one of the other teachers yelled through the door

“Of course, you too miss” he replied while he threaded his fingers through my hair

“That was terrifying” I uttered and he laughed breathily

“Perhaps next time we’ll go to my house” he offered tilting my jaw to look at him

“Uhuh and the time after that maybe I’ll be waiting under the table for you” i giggled and his eyes blackened

Before he could speak however my phone went off, my mother.

“Oh i have to go” i mumbled and he nodded

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning yes?” He asked while he quickly wiped my legs with some hand wipes he had on his desk

“Can i have my underwear back?” I questioned trying to control my blush

“I’m afraid i need those, I think I’ll make a collection hm?” He smirked as he kissed my lips once more

“You are a dirty man” I muttered

He simply hummed in return and tugged my skirt to cover a little more of my ass

“Careful when you walk, although a pretty skirt, it is a tad bit short” he muttered feeling my ass through the material

“Should i pick a longer one?” I asked pushing back into him again

“Absolutely not”

[thatpodcastkid]

Magnus Archives Relisten 5, MAG 5 Thrown Away

Trash apple teeth! Is this anything

Spoilers ahead!

Facts: Statement of Kieran Woodward, regarding items discovered in the refuse of 93 Lancaster Road, Walthamstow. Given February 23rd, 2009.

Statement Notes: There are so many posts out there comparing The Magnus Archives to the Twilight Zone because of Jon's narration and the serial creepy story format, but this episode really stands out in mind as Twilight Zone-esque. Like the Twilight Zone, some Magnus Archive episodes deal with things like childhood guilt and cult-behavior, like MAG 4. But other episodes just kind of say "Damn, isn't that fucked up? Anyway," like this one.

I do love Kieran as a character. He's just so weirdly chill and realistic about everything. There's are some statement givers who are still being tormented by the fears, some who cause fear, some who are reporting on things that happened to people they know, but there's also this interesting category of people who survived because they played the game right. When the audience says "don't go in the basement" or "call the cops," they listen. Woodward gets through this statement unscathed because he moves on from the creepy dolls heads and reports the teeth, then destroys the "gift" left for him and tries to move on. Alan can't let go, Alan doesn't know the rules of the genre, that's why he doesn't make it out.

My two new favorite characters in the series are "Matt, who was raised Catholic and never shut up about it," because he is me, and David who "broke the silence by vomiting loudly into a nearby drain," because he is the most realistic horror character of all time.

Entity Alignment: Whenever I think of this episode, I think of it as the "teeth in a bag" episode. I actually 100% forgot about the metal heart. Now, when you think of those things, it kind of sounds like a Flesh episode.

But, let's all remember our favorite bio majors and their special gift to their professor. The Stranger has a history with teeth. The description of the dolls heads is very "uncanny valley," which is the Stranger's real niche. The thing that really sells me though is Jon's last line in the statement, "All two thousand seven hundred and eighty of them were the exact same tooth." The exact same tooth, apparently from the exact same person, repeated over and over again to the point that the examiner can date them because of their differing stages of decay. You know what that sounds like to me? Someone has been practicing.

The metal heart also says Stranger to me. I know it has a little Flesh energy, but it really reminded me of the hospital episode from season 5. The way the character describes feeling like her body was not her own, that parts of her had been replaced, substituted. The metal heart as the only remanent of Alan feels like that same kind of fear. It's not his, it's not him, but it's all he's got.

Speaking of Alan, does his obsession with watching the house to the point he goes without sleep for days, isolates his friends, and is presumed dead remind you of anyone? He must be influenced by the Eye at least a little bit.

But ignoring entity alignment for a second, Jonny does consistently uses obsessive characters really well. There's a lot of horror media where, in real life, it would make more sense for the characters to give up on their investigations of the supernatural or to ignore it in entirely in the first place. The audience is usually (and rightfully) able to suspend reality for the sake of the story in these situations. But what's so interesting about Jonny's writing is that he explicitly states characters like Alan, like Amy Patel, like Jon, can't stop themselves. It's obsession, it's all consuming, they know it's bad for them, but they just can't stop. It really adds to the audience fear because you're not the only one telling them turn back, their mind is screaming it too, but they still won't listen.

Character Notes: The post-statement in this episode is just 90% Martin hate. Absolutely unhinged behavior. What if you worked at a restaurant at the end of receipts your boss just wrote "This waiter is a goddamn loser and I hate him." Wild man Jonathan Sims everybody.

[snowblossomreads]

You Should Have Told Me!

Summary: Reader gets a surprise visit from her favorite person and is a little miffed!

Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4K

A/N: I'm kind of shook that I've actually written three completed one-shots. It's that Sneep love I'm telling you. I also lowkey may have a smut fic in my WIP so : ). Anyways enjoy the story and do tell me if you recognized the students' last names!

“Good morning class!”

[Y/n] chirped as she strode into her classroom that bustled with the chatter of students and took her spot at the front of the room. Expecting a response back from them, she was a bit thrown off when none was given and instead the students kept talking amongst themselves.  

There was an air of excitement that had taken hold of them it seemed and none of them had noticed that she had even entered the room. A bemused smirk crossed her lips before she cleared her throat and with a raised voice repeated once again, 

“Class good morning!” 

That seemed to have caught the attention of the students who had begun to settle down and in unison responded to her.

“Good morning professor.”

“Good morning to you all,” she spoke cheerfully as she pulled her wand from her sleeve and flicked it at the chalkboard that rolled to the front of the class. 

“I hope that the enthusiasm you all seemed to have today will translate into some great charms papers along with some practical work that I want you all to focus on today.”  

Low groans could be heard in response from the students as they went to pull their books out from their bags.

“Now, now, what’s all the fuss about?” [Y/n] questioned as she turned around to face her class as they prepared for the day's assignments. 

While she wasn’t the type to pry about what the students were up to, she was a bit curious about what had them all riled up. She at first thought maybe it was a Quidditch related thing but that couldn’t have been it since the previous game had been postponed. 

“I can’t imagine what could have made you all so excited on this Monday morning as while I think Charms is absolutely fascinating, I’m not sure you all would agree with me.  So would anyone like to share?”

Multiple pairs of eyes shifted from classmate to classmate as while all of them seemed excited, it was like they could barely say what for. Though even with that excitement there were no eager volunteers ready to tell her what was going on. So taking it upon herself, she began scanning the classroom until her eyes landed on a Slytherin student who seemed to be ready to burst at the seams. Yet just like all her classmates, she seemed tight-lipped about what was going on.

Well [Y/n] could most definitely help with that issue.

“Ms. Bryant,” she called, which no doubt caught the girl off guard if the widened eyes of the student could be used as an indicator. “Can you please enlighten me about what has gotten you and your classmates riled up this morning?”

There was a beat of nervous silence as the young girl seemed to shift about in her chair as a few eyes glanced her way. Seeing this nervous motion, [Y/n] was about to call on another student before the young girl seemed to gain her composure and replied,

“Well ma'am, apparently Professor Slughorn is going to be out for a couple of weeks starting today so we are going to get a substitute while he is out!” 

Huh, that was not exactly the type of exciting news she was expecting to hear from the students. Clearing her throat, the confused professor spoke carefully so that her words didn’t sound too harsh about her fellow colleague.

“I know Professor Slughorn can be a bit long-winded sometimes with his lectures, so I sympathize. But I think that’s hardly a reason for-”

“That’s not all professor!” This time it was a normally shy Hufflepuff, a Mr.Brandon that piped up energetically and cut off her confused response.  “It’s just that we heard while he’s gone, Professor Snape is going to come back to run his class!”

As if someone had flipped a switch, the rest of the students seemed to buzz with excitement again as whispers began to flood the room with noise. 

Now, it was [Y/n]’s turn to be caught off guard. Not her Severus? At Hogwarts today? He hadn’t told her anything about visiting the school today and definitely didn’t mention that he would be returning to his teaching post even if it was temporarily. Surely the students were getting something mixed up or heard wrong? But who else could they have been talking about?

In her stupor she found herself asking the silly question of, 

“I’m sorry but I think I’ve misheard Professor Snape? Professor Severus Snape?”

Of course what other Professor Snape taught potions here [Y/n]?

“Yes, ma’am the one! Isn’t it so exciting didn’t you teach with him while he was working here and you know…while he was a spy and everything! I bet he has some interesting stories.”

This snapped her out of her stupor as the young boy continued on and she could feel her expression morph from one of confusion into a critical one at his words. 

“I did indeed, he was a fine professor, but I hardly think it would be appropriate to ask him about anything regarding the role he played during the war.” 

It wasn’t until the class went silent again from her words and she saw the startled looks on the students' faces, that she realized the statement, or more of how it was delivered, sounded unnaturally cold. Quite different from her normally mild and cheerful nature.  

She couldn’t help it though as she was all too aware of how Severus didn’t enjoy the attention his role played in the war. While many now saw him as a hero, there were still people who despised him for either betraying Voldemort or killing Dumbledore even after the truth came to light. 

The last thing she wanted was for the students to pester him about those things.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound harsh. I just think while his story is fascinating, it would be impolite to ask him about things he may not wish to speak about. Interesting or not."

There were some murmurs around the class and a few students nodded here and there before their attention went back to her. The air of nervousness had lifted at her words and with the knowledge she had their attention again she spoke,

“Good well, we have gotten sidetracked enough, let's start class shall we?”

The tiny bemused smile returned to her face as exasperated groans were heard.

Class passed by quickly with all the questions and spells being practiced on. And while she could do less with the occasional spell going awry, she was glad that everyone was fine and lessons were learned.

As students bid their goodbyes and left the classroom, [Y/n] turned back to the chalkboard and waved her wand to cast a simple spell on the eraser to clean the board. As it did that, she had in the back of her mind to Floo home and ask Severus why he didn’t let her know he was coming back.

 She didn’t want to admit it, but it did make her a bit miffed that she didn’t know about this, and now that she thought about it, why hadn’t Minerva told her! 

While the thoughts kept their spiral up in her mind, she didn’t notice that a familiar figure had appeared at her classroom doorway adorned in his black teaching robes that had been tucked in the back of their closet for a few years at this point. 

Noiselessly, he made his way over to the oblivious woman as she sent the chalkboard back to its place, her back still turned to him as she mulled over what to do next. Her thoughts were interrupted though as she let out an alarmed gasp when she felt a hand lay upon her lower back. 

“Excuse me-!” 

Her fiery words died on her lips when she spun around and saw the tiny smirk and twinkle of dark eyes that belonged to her husband. His smirk grew even wider at the shock on her face as her brain processed that he was in front of her in her classroom. 

“Yes, [Y/n] you were going to say something? ” 

His reply was cheeky with a hint of amusement at her shock. Currently, she resembled a fish breathing with the repetitive opening and closing of her mouth not knowing exactly what to say to the surprise visitor.

 It didn’t take long though for her to regain composure and by the furrow of her brows and the small pout on her lips, Severus could tell she had some words for him. It was expected really. 

“Severus Snape you sneaky man!” She sputtered out as she swatted his chest gently along with a slight glare in her eyes. “You should have told me you were coming back to teach and then you come into my classroom and scare me! Why didn’t you tell me or at least give me a hint?” 

In hopes that her tirade would get something out of him, she let out a disgruntled noise when he began to chuckle at her no doubt amused at her current state of distress. This annoyed her even more and she found herself going to swat his chest again, softly of course. 

But this time he was ready and caught the hand in his and brought her hand up to his lips and brushed an affectionate kiss against it.  Cheeks warming from his little action, [Y/n] let out a soft huff yet she couldn’t hide how her expression softened at him and he did take notice of that. 

“You shouldn’t laugh at your wife!” She whined though there was no longer malice in her words as she looked up at his bemused expression that was still intact. “You don’t know how confused I was when the students told me you were coming back to stand in for Slughorn!” 

“Well if I remember correctly,” he murmured while taking a step closer to her and placing a hand on her waist giving it a small squeeze. “Was it not you who said how much you enjoyed surprises?

She huffed at him but didn’t make a move to push him away, the opposite really as she did enjoy his presence. Though the way her next words came out could make one think otherwise with how unenthused they sounded. 

“Well, you sure did give me one.”

His eyebrows furrowed at her dismayed tone and the way she let out a sigh with eyes averted from him. While he was expecting her to be a bit miffed about him showing up, he wasn’t expecting her to seem so distraught about it. 

Honestly, he was expecting a more cheerful reaction after the initial shock but that was not at all what he was receiving. Did he do something wrong? 

“[Y/n], love,” the low rumble of his voice met her ears and her eyes met his dark ones that seemed to search hers, “I haven’t made you angry have I?”  

She furiously shook her head ‘no’ and the way her eyebrows furrowed at his inquiry indicated that he hadn’t.

“No, of course not Sev! You know I’m always happy to see you, it's just...” Her voice trailed off as she worried her bottom lip in an attempt to formulate how to express her concern to him. 

“Tell me.”

“It’s just that truthfully I was a bit worried,” she replied softly as she briefly placed a hand on Severus’ cheek and caressed it lightly. “I know it’s been years since everything but I just worry you know. About how just being here might make you feel uncomfortable. And also kids like to pry and I know how much you don’t like talking to people about what happened.”

Of course. He should have known she would be worried about the prospect of his return to a place that held a lot of terrible memories for him. If there was one thing that made Severus fall in love with her all those years ago, it was how caring of a person [Y/n] was and how she would worry about the well-being of others. 

It got her into trouble sometimes as she would neglect her own needs at times but she had become much better at that as the years went by. He couldn’t contain the sigh that left his lips. Whether it was one of relief or one of adoration for the woman he couldn’t tell but at the moment he felt both. A tender,

“Oh love,” left his lips as he went to wrap his arms around the woman who immediately returned the embrace more than happy to nuzzle her face into his frock cloak. 

“You are too good for me, you know that?” He hummed as he rubbed soothing circles onto the small of her back. A faint ‘hm’ was his only response as she stood with her head against his chest and arms wrapped around him.

“Do you know how grateful I am to have such a sweet, beautiful caring wife who worries about me no matter what? I’m quite undeserving I think.” 

Her heart fluttered at his words. Even after all this time she could never stop herself from feeling shy when he would speak sweetly about her as many would think it was out of character for him. But he had a lot of love he wanted to give, it had just been hidden for a long time and she felt lucky to be the one to receive it.  

“Sev don’t say you’re undeserving,” she whimpered and looked up at him from her position, as she didn’t expect to hear such words of adoration from him suddenly. “You know how much I love you, darling. I can’t help but worry that you’re okay.”

“I know, I know,” his response soft as he pressed their foreheads together, “you always did and it seems like I caused you a bit of worry today. I am sorry.” 

A wide smile broke out on her face, one that he had been hoping to see soon and he almost melted at how she beamed at him.

“It’s okay, I was just caught off guard. You don’t have to apologize for anything.” 

But as soon as she spoke those words, a thought popped into her head, and the innocent smile she had morphed into a mischievous grin. Severus, who noted the expression change, could see the cogwheels in her head begin to spin and could only be amused at the sudden shift in demeanor from a moment ago.

“Though, if you insist on apologizing Mr.Snape,” she started as her eyes glanced briefly down to his lips then to his eyes that held a glint. “You wouldn’t mind sealing it with a kiss, would you?” 

From the deep chuckle that left Severus’ lips, to the way one of his hands caressed her lower back while the other trailed a finger under her chin to tilt her head up a little. It all caused a pleasant shiver to run down the woman’s spine as she bit her lips in anticipation as he leaned down a bit. 

Their lips brushed together for just a moment and she felt her eyes flutter a bit intoxicated by the closeness they shared and the warmth that radiated between them. Dark eyes met hers, and before he closed the distance between them, he murmured,

“Mmm, I don’t see the harm in that, Mrs. Snape.” 

In an instant, the hand that had been under her chin was now craddling the back of her head and he pressed his lips against hers. A soft whine left her throat when their lips met, and she grasped at the fabric of his coat glad to have something to hold on to as she felt slightly dizzy at the pleasant sensations that coursed through her veins.  

Had they not been so caught up making out like hormonal teens, both [Y/n] and Severus would have remembered that the classroom door was neither closed and very much not locked. They also stood where anyone who passed by or stumbled in could see what was going on in an instant. 

Just like how the young Hufflepuff from earlier seemed to have been doing as he rushed into the room about to apologize for seemingly upsetting her earlier on. 

“Professor I’m sorry I -”

Was all he could get out before he froze at the sight of his teacher kissing on some random man. He wasn’t the only one to freeze because as soon as his voice rang through the classroom, [Y/n] felt her body lock up for a second with panic before the adrenaline in her kicked in. The hands that had been grasping Severus’ coat were now harshly pushing him back causing him to grunt as he let her go while she was trying to regain her composure. 

“I see nothing has changed with these dunderheads,” he grumbled, annoyed at the interruption as he stepped away from the woman and didn’t even acknowledge the student who still stood dumbfounded at the scene. 

“Severus!” 

She hissed though there was a smile on her face and her cheeks were warm from their actions as she turned so she could fully see the young boy who appeared to have not recovered from the initial shock.

“Mr. Brandon, can I help you?”

No response came from the young boy who was wide eyed and seemed like he was in shock from what he had seen. Though upon further inspection [Y/n] noticed that his eyes were not at all focused on her but on Severus! And the more she observed him she had noticed that there was a gleam in his eyes and that shocked expression he wore was actually one of awe.

“Mr. Brandon?”

She repeated as the boy had seemingly been so deep in a trance he hadn’t heard her the first time. At the repetition of the student's name, Severus spun on his heel, teaching robe billowing behind him with a nasty glare in his eyes and a scowl on his face.

“Are you deaf boy?” The question was spat out and full of venom and he continued the tongue lashing.  “When your professor is speaking to you, don't stand there with your mouth open like a fool, answer her!”

Though even with how vicious those words were, the only person who was seemingly affected by them was [Y/n] who turned around with a frown on her face. While she loved him to death, there would be absolutely no yelling in her class nor insults thrown at the students.

“Severus, please don’t yell at him!” 

“Y-you’re S-Severus Snape.”

“Professor Snape to you,” he drawled, absolutely annoyed at the lack of proper title when being addressed, “and of course, I am what kind of dimwitted observation is that?” 

“Wow. I’m being scolded by the Professor Snape.”

Neither of them were expecting those words if their facial expressions were anything to go by. [Y/n] had to blink several times to make sure she had heard correctly, and Severus' face had briefly morphed into exasperation. 

“But professor?” His voice held a curious tone as he looked between her and Severus and it was like an invisible puzzle begin to be solved in his mind. “If you and Professor Snape- and you’re married professor so that means…”

He stopped for a moment before a soft ‘oh’ left his lips at the realization that his professor’s mystery spouse was indeed the Severus Snape. The one they had been told all about by some of their parents and from some of their History of Magic classes.

“Wicked.”

“So you can make common sense observations, how wonderful,” Severus sneered at the student who seemed both frightened and in awe of the man who had hurled an insult at him. 

This was very much confusing to [Y/n] yet it didn’t mean that she was okay with the insults. 

“Severus stop it,” [Y/n] chastised as she threw him a tiny glare before her face softened and she returned her attention to the young boy. A dissatisfied noise could be heard from Severus and she could vaguely hear him mutter something as he turned back around no longer interested in what was happening.

“Yes, Mr.Brandon since there is no hiding it considering the circumstances. Professor Snape is my husband and he has been for five years.  Now come tomorrow I don’t expect to hear about this from any of the other students do I?”

“Oh! Of course not ma’am!” The boy was shaking his head and he made a zipping motion across his lips before responding with, “my lips are sealed.” 

“Perfect now, may I know why you are here?”

It seemed that being reminded about why he was there caused him to become the shy Hufflepuff he usually was. His eyes had become downcast and glued to the floor and he had started to alternative his weight between each leg.

“Yes ma'am, I just wanted to apologize for this morning,” his voice was now soft as he spoke ,“I didn’t mean to make you upset, I think we were all just a bit excited and I understand now I guess why you got angry. So I’m very sorry ma’am.”

When he finished his apology, and looked at her with timid eyes, he was a bit nervous, unsure that she would accept his apology about the outburst earlier that morning. But when a tiny smile formed on her expression along with a little nod of understanding from her he couldn’t help but to offer up a little smile as relief flooded him.

“Well, that’s very kind of you to come apologize to me Mr.Brandon. But it’s quite alright I wasn’t at all angry with you. Just surprised, that's all.”  

It was true, she wasn’t at all angry with the boy and honestly she had forgotten all about it after class had ended. Though it was very sweet of him to offer up an apology that he didn’t have to.

“Now is that all?”  She questioned with a tilt of her head.

“Yes ma’am! I’ll be off now then, gotta get to study hall!” 

With that the boy made his way out of the room though he stopped and dithered in front of the door as if he wanted to say something else. But it seemed as if he thought better of it and left the two adults slightly confused about the interaction. 

“Do you really trust him to keep his mouth shut?” Severus asked as he approached [Y/n] who had turned back to him to give him her attention. 

“Aw Sev, he’s a good kid so I trust him,” she assured him with a smile that changed to a playful little pout. “But, would it be so bad for them to know you’re my husband?”

“Of course not, I just don’t want them pestering you about me, “ he huffed out before he placed a soft kiss on her forehead to assure her that wasn’t the issue. 

“How sweet of you! But I think you need to be more worried about them pestering you as you’re far more interesting!”

“They will be sorely mistaken if they think I’m going to entertain any of their asinine questions.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it. But, darling,” she spoke as she took her wand out and pointed it at the door behind them to lock it. Severus watched her as she closed the window blinds to dim the room and then muttered a silencing charm.  

“I have thirty minutes before I need to get ready for my next class,” she spoke as she made her way to her desk and pulled herself up to sit on it. A coy grin graced her lips as she eyed him. “Why don’t we continue what we were doing?”

He practically growled as he stalked over to her with a grin on his lips as he watched her spread her legs so he could stand in between them. A content sigh left her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist and Severus leaned down so that they were at eye level.

“What a wicked woman you are Mrs.Snape,” he whispered out, hands going to grab her thighs which coaxed a little moan from her. “But I agree, I think we can find plenty to do to fill the time.”

A/N: Let me guys know how you guys liked it > : D and thanks for reading!

[invested-in-your-future]

why should I care about grimm when maidens exist - it cheapens the threat that they or silver eyes are there

You know what cheapens the Creatures of Grimm? Cheapening the Creatures of Grimm cheapens The Creatures of Grimm.

Hyping up The Goliaths as this intelligent unstoppable force that even professors at Beacon don't want to approach and that new Huntsmen are taught to avoid and then having a Goliath job to a teenager(who has not changed at all since the last time she was faced with one back then when she got told she can't even scratch it) cheapens the Creatures of Grimm.

Hyping up and introducing a water type grimm only for one of them to get taken out by (yet again) two teenagers and the second one to to get taken out by a random mech cheapens the Creatures of Grimm.

Introducing dozens of different grimm types only for none of them to really matter and get taken out in few hits, cheapens the Creatures of Grimm. The show went through dozens of, honestly, pretty cool designs and most of them end up having the exact plot relevance of a DLC skin in a game.

At this point the creatures of grimm are more of redshirt enemy mook than even "masked WF fighters" were. There's often really no real thought put behind new grimm designs beyond "we need something that looks different get thrown at the cast".

The last new grimm types where them being new ended up genuinely mattering were all the way back in V3 when we got the Griffons and the absolutely terrifying dragon.

Once again, less is more. A more uniform look for mass of enemies is fine actually - it creates a distinct sense of "Sameness" in that unlike humanity which is defined by individuality, your average grimm is just almost exact same copy of the others like it. And having armies of beowulves and the like means that in that specific moment something DIFFERENT is introduced and pattern breaks, you know things are about to go down.

So if there's an actual NEW type, then you got to ask WHY. WHY is there a new type. One possible answer could be Rule of Cool but…Is the show about to do a long and cool fight scene like in V1 to show them dealing with it? Of course not LOL. So if its not rule of cool, then what? What's the narrative reason for a new type. What you are doing with it?

Look at introduction of a first Nevermore, or even a deathstalker. The show works to portray the cast taking them out and its pretty clear that those things are harder to deal with than Beowolves. Look at introduction of The Goliaths? You get a sense of dread of this probably unbeatable presence just lurking - its a thematic thread that not every "evil" can simply be beaten(nor is a simple beast) and a plot thread for V3. Look at the absolute terror and the havoc the dragon causes.

Then look at nuckelavee - arguably extremely creepy looking creature and one of THE best parts of V4. There's an attempt at narrative reason for it and an attempt to portray as something strong…but then bunch of teenagers just bonk it harder to death and move on. Not even "bonk it harder" in a creative way like with Nevermore. But okay there's story reason for it and it ties together nicely into backstory and stuff so eh…its fine.

Beyond that? So far pretty much majority of them boil down to "create mild annoyance for a while and then the cast bonks it harder a bit and its dead like it was never there". Show is OBSESSED with trying to recapture that one specific moment with the dragon from V3. It keeps trying to introduce these terrifying big new grimm things and then it throws them away the next second to try again.

Its yet another case of the same pattern of the writing staff trying to throw bunch of new things on top of existing ones in the kind of way that makes it possible to just remove all of it and nothing would change. You can cut out most of "new" grimm types and pretty much nothing changes in the story. You can't cut out the nevermore or the death stalker or the Goliaths or the dragon that way.

So no, having silver eyes or maidens does not inherently cheapen the creatures of grimm…the way the creatures of grimm are handled cheapens the creatures of grimm.

The show writing is pretty clearly uninterested to do anything impactful with them because its so enamored with all the Two Gods stuff. Its pretty reminiscent of how D&D handled White Walkers in Game of Thrones - where you could just feel they view them as a nuisance rather than something that can get focused on.

Just like with Maidens, just like with (sigh) Jaune, just like with Silver Eyes, the issue is not the concept but what the show does or DOESN'T do with it.

[mr-voorhees-husband]

🤠 anon! I loved the scarecrow hc’s! 👉🏻👈🏻 mayhaps an expansion? Like post kidnapping and the reader still helping him but not out of fear?

🤠ANON I LUV YOU SO MUCH <333

also wrote this while listening to 'Into the fire' voiced by Moondance + written by Videogamevixen, they're on reddit, check 'em out for some good nsft audios.

Also! Carcal and the anon who's asks i have yet to answer, dw, both should be done by today!! I'll try to get them out before I have to go back to work + class

Warnings/tags: kidnaping, (past + current) stalking, obsessive behavior, yandere, gentle scarecrow (but he's still evil), reader's pretty messed up too tbh

Reader: gender neutral, ex-student of Crane's, mentally ill <3

I'll be honest i only used this gif because I love the coloring, but this could be read based on any Jonathan that was a professor

Crane isn't stupid, far from it. When he kidnaps you it's because he's already sorted out a plan, place, and way to keep you secure and safe. With a bit of convincing, Penguin handed over one of his many estates around the city, which Jonathan jumped to prepare it just for you.

He remembered what you liked fron your college dorm, the kind of movies that made you excited to see, your favorite games. Nights of watching you from hidden cameras and from the window far from wasted as he made sure your shared house would be perfect. It of course had his own aesthetic, Halloween decorations, horror posters and books thrown around.

All that was left was you. Then it'd be complete. He'd have his lab assistant back, and maybe more if he was lucky. Though Jonathan wouldn't get ahead of himself just yet, he'd have to gain your trust and train you to make sure you didn't try anything stupid.

He was careful when actually getting ahold of you, he'd never hurt you, you were his star pupil, bruising you would simply be counter productive. One moment, you were getting ready for bed, and the next, you were in an unfamiliar room. Before you had time to properly process anything, Professor Crane walked in, holding a tray with breakfast with a scarily large smile.

Your panic was met with a condescending tone, Jonathan simply waving off your worries and questions as he tried to feed you himself. Eventually you relented, begrudgingly letting him feed you your favorite breakfast, which you decided against commenting on.

It took a couple weeks, locked away in a room, or in the house if Jonathan was home, before he let you join him in his work. He took care in designing you an outfit, something fit for his new partner in crime, yet different enough to be able to easily separate the two costumes.

His ‘lab’ is really just an well hidden warehouse, long since abandoned, taken over by the city's master of fear. In one of the back room, Jonathan has a mam secured to a metal table, mouth covered with duct tape. With a sickly sweet smile, he offers you a syringe filled with fear toxin.

"I want you to discover his greatest fear," Professor Crane downright purrs, placing the syringe in your hand and wrapping an arm around you loosely. "Inject him with this fear toxin, it isn't enough to kill him, but, it will be enough to start the hallucinations."

"This is.. wrong." You didn't sound unsure, nor argumentative, simply stating a fact. Jonathan gave you a look, a silent threat in his eyes. "I'll do it but, what did he do to deserve it?"

"Oh, you don't remember him?" Jonathan grinned, ushering you closer to the sobbing man. "Good, good, you shouldn't waste your time worrying about people like him, child, you're much to smart for that."

He never told you who that man was to you, but judging by the way he knew your name, you had to guess he was an old teacher, or maybe an old bully. Whoever he was, Jonathan had split his chest open at the end of the test, before wiping his hands off and asking you what you wanted for dinner.

That night, he took you in his arms, the hug soft but possessive all the same.

"Professor?"

"Jonathan, dear," he chastises you softly, continuing to sway softly while you laid you head to his chest. The dishes had been cleaned, and before your nightly movie, Jonathan had swept you into his arms.

"Jonathan," Jon hummed happily as you corrected yourself, so you continued, "what are we?"

"Whatever do you mean, little one?" Jonathan's voice was soft above you, that slight southern tinge making your heart flutter. You never really got over that silly college crush.

"I... what are we?" You repeat, trying and failing to tug away from Jonathan's grasp.

"Why, we're lovers, of course." Jonathan pointed your chin up, giving you that rare smile only you were allowed to see. "Silly pet, why as such a ridiculous thing?"

[throckmortons-thrussy]

Vent time!

Was thrown off gaurd today in class because my Professor veered way off into unknown territory that I wasn't prepared for, and he kept talking like it all made sense.

I actually finished reading, highlighting, and taking notes on the chapters he assigned so I could contribute to the class discussion... And he didn't even use the terms the book used? He was describing the concepts we read, but with different terminology and equations with different symbols than the ones the book supplied.

Like, I was flipping back and forth through my notes, and I just couldn't follow along with what he was talking about.

The class discussion was... well, pretty much nonexistent. You can see in my notes the moment things stopped making sense because there's just a large gap of nothing, and then me trying to make sense of some of the equations he was using near the bottom.

I stayed after at least 20 minutes with him, trying to understand if maybe I misunderstood the reading or if my notes went in the wrong direction. Maybe I did notes on the wrong chapter? I was so lost.

Come to find out... My professor doesn't agree with a lot of the language used in our readings. Not only that, he brushed off the terminology I had written in my notes and said what he was saying was basically the same thing. And the equations!! He was just free-balling them! He said that he was just making up letter...

Like, my dude... WHY ASSIGN US TO READ THE FUCKING CHAPTER IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EVEN USE THE SAME TERMINOLOGY AND EQUATIONS?

Sorry... I just- I can usually still follow along well in class, even if I haven't completed the assigned readings. I wanted to start this semester on the right foot with this BEHV class since I'm trying to decide between minoring in Behavior Analysis or Counciling.

Like, the chapter started getting a too wordy for me near the 3/4th mark, so I had 2 pages of notes just trying to get the terms straight and even did extra examples for each to make sure I understood what the theory was saying.

I showed him these and asked if they made sense, or if I went wrong somewhere... Wanna know what he said?

That it was all correct; however, he thinks people get too caught up in the terms and language of the field when they should focus on the science.

...

How are we supposed to begin to understand the science when THE WORDS YOU'RE USING TO DESCRIBE THESE PHENOMENON ARE DIFFERENT THAN THE ONES ON THE CHAPTER?!

I was hoping this class would provide clarification for all the terms thrown at us in the reading, but instead, he made these concepts all the more confusing (and added NEW interchangeable words I need to worry about).

I haven't been this frustrated in a class in so long. By the time I got home and finished walking my dog (very frusterated walking at that), I craved potato chips for the first time in YEARS. I found some old chips my roommate hadn't finished off yet and binged a bit.

This class is literally titled Basic Behavior Principles and has no prerequisites.

Listen, he's smart. He knows his stuff. He's a master's student pursuing his doctorate degree in the subject.

He also has no idea how to present this information in a concise way to an undergraduate class that doesn't require any prerequisites.

I'm going to keep pushing forward. Get in touch with the other students in class. Maybe he just threw way too much at us way too fast. I don't know. I'm just so confused by his approach and goals with this class.

[talesofesther]

Hi Esther!! Hope your having a fantastic day! I’m not sure if you remember my ask, you have so many now 😂 I asked you a few weeks ago on writing advice, mine was on the boarding school girls. I’m back again, only because I sort of need some help, so I thought why not ask someone who actually knows a great deal 😂 as you know my main character is a very gentle person, sweet and kind. But as i outlined my story more and focused on the family that owns and runs the boarding school, I came up with a few things. The whole purpose, ark of the story is morality vs darkness. Or yourself vs yourself, if that makes sense. This is seen by the young girls and there innocence and then having to choose between morality, the light, what you know is right vs what you have been taught, what you have been feed, sort of the brainwashing coming into play. The family of the school as you know has run it since the 1900s, passed down. They have accepted the truth of what goes down in the school, and to them it’s business, it’s a way of life. It doesn’t bother them anymore. It’s a sort of turning a blind eye to the problem. Only the main character, as she finds out about everything, deals with some problems with her estranged mother finds that she sort of likes the dark. The power and the authority she wields. She’s not a cruel kind of person, so I think she’s just very surprised and confused by it. But also conflicted. Her family are not. They sort of egg her on. She is the heir after all. But I don’t want her to lose her morality, her moral compass. After all her whole character structure was she was to bring light to the school. But I do want to show just how the school and environment effect her. And her love interest, who is the leader of the girls, tough girl herself. Observes the main character and how she’s changed and it’s a bit of a scare for her given that she’s seen enough things happen to the girls and she sort of freaks. Here are my questions.

I wanted to show my character being persuaded by her father (not known at the time) he’s a very persuasive man, think of those philosophical professors that have that knack for slipping inside your mind and manipulating you. I wanted to show her sort of taking in a new perspective, sort of like “everyone has both light and darkness. Does it matter if one has more than the other?” I was wondering, what are your thoughts when it comes to characters confronting themselves and there own morality?

The love interest. She’s very observant. She’s got a keen eye. How else would she be able to lead all the girls. But I feel like she’s always had a soft spot for the main character because of her nautical gentleness and kindness she’s shown her at the beginning, how should I show her reacting to the change in the main character? I have some good ideas but I think I just need some help with these. I want her freak out to have more depth and reason to it. Why shes reacting so strongly. But I also want the main character to be phased by it, sort of like “you see these things everyday and it didn’t bother you” sort of thing. The love interest is a very complex character. She’s moody and you never know what her next move is.

last question. Morally grey character? What’s your take on them? Hopefully this isn’t too much questions. You are such a sweetheart for answering these and I really do appreciate you Esther. ❤️😘

Hello honey, I'm sorry it took me a bit longer to answer this one, but yes I do remember your ask and your very interesting storyline. <3

So, first question; I think it won't be hard for you to write about this specific character of yours confronting herself. Because she's a person who's being thrown into a completely different reality once she enters the school, so naturally, her curiosity will peek. It would already be a good reason for us to see a change happening, and especially after her father plants that seed inside her head, the "everyone has light and dark inside them". You can write her starting to question her own decisions and the consequences of them, for example; "I'm used to doing things this way, but, what would happen if I did it this way instead?" ... As for questioning morality, you can even go a step further and make her wonder what is right. If all this time she had been living in a bubble and, actually doing things a harsher way is the right way, you know?

Second question; the reason for the love interest freaking out isn't a hard one to imagine. Think of the fact that she has lived in this school, and seen all the bad things that happen there for so long; so of course she would never want anything like that for the one source of light in her life. And the main character? She can feel... betrayed? I don't know if that's the correct word, but I'm guessing she would feel somewhat betrayed that, only when she acts differently, that her lover sees a problem, and with everyone else is fine. I feel like the love interest would want to protect her from this reality, that's why she would freak out when she starts noticing the changes, because she knows what happens if it doesn't stop.

Third question; morally grey characters, to me, are humans. They are the people who follow their hearts and sometimes it ends badly. They may try to do right and fail, and fall into bad tendencies but eventually find redemption. They are that sweet middle, not quite good but not quite evil.

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 041: Brother Power, Sister Sun (SSM 12-15)

MASTERPOST

Oh my, long time no see!

I've been craving some Spider-Man these past few weeks. I did a bit of a break following the stellar Wein Green Goblin arc, as I think I was getting burnt out.

Since then, my boyfriend gifted me Marvels (1994) for Christmas, so expect a post about that soon-ish. I also still got to continue the Dark Web event, but it's not quite a priority (although I enjoyed what I read).

Anyway, I figured that it was time for a bit of reading, what do you think? The secondary aspect of Spectacular Spider-Man absolutely looks perfect for today's post.

Oh, Flash as a damsel in distress, y'all know I'm fond of this <3

The issue starts like the best issues: HOMOEROTICISM!

I've read and watched Death Note. Several times. I know the homosexual power of a tennis match. And I'm totally here to see more of Peter's personal life, because it's been seriously missing those past two years (of comics).

I like that their relationship is multi-faceted, they're now both mature enough to recognize when they're being unfair with each other. Next thing you know, they'll kiss!

Except they don't, because a cult interrupts them on the court. They both decide to see what's up with that. The titular siblings are responsible for this, but Flash is shaken to his core when he notices that Sister Sun's voice is also... Sha-Shan's! And her "brother" is actually her husband. Not a twist I expected, but one that instantly makes the storyline more interesting.

Spidey arrives just in time to save Flash from the duo's magical ray,

Flash caring for Spider-Man, so nice to see! Cops arrive before Spidey can subdue the duo, and we get more panels of Flash being carried by his boyfriend. I'm so here for it!

Boyfriends! Boyfriends!!!!

So the fish on the wall is Glory's present! I wasn't sure here, but I did think it was a possibility.

...Wait. Wait!

This is a different fish, because...

So Peter has TWO fish decorations in his apartment. Damn!

Anyway, Peter goes back to ESU and his hot teacher helpfully informs him that the cult he encountered is led by Korba (aka Sha-Shan's husband), who found some mystical power in Vietnam.

I love that the professor mentions the Bugle, makes the world feel interconnected! Anyway, Flash's message is a bit funny. Did he really need to underline the important words? Hahaha.

So Flash confronts Sha-Shan, but gets rekt by Korba.

Spidey too. Wonderful panel, by the way. I fear this post may need a second part...

#13! In the alley he was just thrown into, Spidey meets Razorback, a villain with a design so hideous I simply do not want to look at it: a green, tight suit with a gold belt and a boar head.

Razorback punched Spidey into Sha-Shan's restaurant because he heard that was the custom around here. He's absolutely right. Just wanted to know the little spider fella.

Spidey doesn't care because his boyfriend is in danger upstairs. After he makes sure Flash is alright, he tries to follow our cultists...

But Razorback interrupts him. You know what? I'm starting to like the guy. He annoys everybody and smiles, and that's kind of my gremlin energy as well. He also put a tracker on the duo's car, so there's that.

Turns out things are personal as well for him, but there's no time. Razorback has another trick up his sleeve.

This isn't yet Stegron-level of buffoonery, but it's certainly close, hahaha.

Anyway, we meet the duo's chief:

That design is kind of really solid for a villain?

So anyway, I was wondering who this new character could be, and the Marvel wikia helpfully informed me that this is a clone of Adolf Hitler, which I never expected. Okay. Uh. Okay? COMICS.

Razorback's issue with the cult is that his lil' sister is part of it. Okay, cool. What a mess of an issue but let's go along. And his sister arrives as he's fighting goons with Flash, while Spidey fights the duo. They all get shackled in a dungeon. Cliffhanger!

#14! They're freed by Razorback's car!

This is the only panel that matters.

So the big plan is for the cult to spread hate through TV broadcast. Simple and efficient.

There's a confrontation, in which the Hate-Monger says he bested Hulk even though the textbox says he didn't... and Spidey and Razorback get brainwashed into attacking each other. Flash saves the day, then...

Uh, okay. So he's an imposter. Alright then!

In the last issue of this batch...

It keeps on giving.

Turns out Man-Beast is from Counter-Earth, created by the High Evolutionary. If you've seen Guardians of the Galaxy 3, you get it. Damn. I kind of expected that, but still. Things are changed around a bit, but it doesn't really matter because Man-Beast is EVIL INCARNATE, and he sure hopes you remember that. He's the one who actually gave powers to Korba!

Everybody fights. Sha-Shan's good again! The cultists are no longer subservient! Korba's dead! Man-Beast's dead (probably not, but who cares).

Well, Razorback's sister thinks she might find another cult that's a bit less evil. Uh, okay. Sure.

Overall, it's a shame because I was really into the first issue, but then, once again, it became 100% fighting for like two issues and a half and that's just not something I'm too interested in, although the interpersonal stakes were nice.

Next time: More SSM! Look forward to it, pals.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

It's the most random day in known human calenders to remember this on, but back in my university years there was this girl– we were the opposite ends of most conventional societal spectrums you could think of. She was the manifestation of every physical genetic lottery win basically, like, every single thing people pay thousands of dollars to get with fillers right now, she naturally had it, super gorgeous little thing. She was in the "hot party girls" squad of our faculty, surrounded by other trendy hot girls all the time, she always dressed in very luxurious ways, makeup on point etc etc. Meanwhile i was in my own corner showing up with care bear sleep pajamas with a puffer jacket thrown on top and a combination of sunglasses+thick scarf that basically covered everything that the sunglasses weren't already covering (this is not a joke, i have pictures.), and like, i was the designated Unbearable Intellectual TM, getting into fights with professors the few times a month that i could be assed to show up.

And the thing is, this hot girl had a strange bit going on where she'd literally get into a car accident every other month and spend at least a week of it in hospital, the rest of it sort of limping around from class to class. Nobody knew what was up exactly, and the first few times people would get shocked and stay around to ask about her day and sign her foot cast, but then it just sort of became the routine and nobody cared.

Except me. We really didn't have much to talk about and she was surrounded with her hot friends all the time anyway, but i would still sometime catch her around the corner and i'd wish her speedy recovery and ask about her day, it was nothing special.

And then sometimes she'd bring her lunch to eat with me and we'd talk about class assignments, she was the only person who'd bring her art projects to me and ask for color coordination and technique advice, and i'd offer whatever i knew. And over time i found out that sometimes talking to her was so much easier than talking to my own friends. She was warm and kind and so very, very simple and sincere. I was always in the top 3 of my class and she'd be along the bottom, trying very hard, and she wasn't a jealous person at all, so she'd freely tell me that she thinks that i'm intelligent and mature, and i'd tell her that i think she's gorgeous and sweet and dear even though she nags a lot, and we'd both laugh about it. We later found out that she actually lives like, two blocks away from me and there was a 1 hour ride to our university, so she offered to pick me up at 6am on class days and drive us both to uni, and yes it was very brave of me to get in the car with a girl who got into accidents every 4 business days, but i did it anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and we'd talk about stuff on our way, she was a good listener, and she was open and honest, so in the span of two weeks she knew more about my fuckhead father than i did and i knew about her sneaking around the block to avoid her insane abusive boyfriend for 3 peaceful hours. we went shopping together a few times too, and we'd practice color harmony and makeup brands and we'd pick lipstick colors that i thought would look good on her (i did a year of makeup school a long time ago).

I think that to everyone around us we were a super weird combination, i was confident and argumentative and she was an armcandy girl who didn't really need to develop a personality, except that none of it was true, because i was the girl who'd get her crutches from the corner of the class and accompany her out in the after-class rush, and she was the girl who was not intimidated by me being smart and saw it as a beautiful thing. Her friends did not like me, to them i was irrelevant because i wasn't hot, (and i ended up ripping a whole new asshole for one of them in my last year of uni too,) but she drove me to and from university for two years, never missing a day, and she gave me random hugs during the day too. She also told me one time that she's jealous of my cheekbones because hers are flat and i solid chocked on my cheap uni coffee because afljfdtdg girl you literally are that one time god felt proud when he scuplted a human body

We grew apart after i got out of uni, but i hope she's alright and well and healthy wherever she is 🥺❤️❤️ babygirl if you read this i hope you killed your boyfriend at last and got that faux fur coat you always wanted but couldn't match up with any of your other outfits!

[luvring]

for @janf12120 — rime, dialogue 28, scenario 6, male reader

"sorry, i ramble a lot sometimes." "no i, uh, i don't mind." , person a is doing person b's makeup and wow, we're super close right now

rime babygirl u r about to get characterized in a bit of a funky little way because sometimes i project and also i cannot figure out what u’d ramble about rn ❤

“no, it just doesn’t make sense.”

rime sits in front of the mirror and watches you grab the eyeliner from your things. it's a sort of deep red—you said you wanted to try something new for him. "as long as you don't make me look ugly," he said.

“like, sorry, maybe if you actually told us what the fuck to study i wouldn’t be here right now.”

but the eyeliner is a little uneven. should it be more straight or upturnt? you move away to try comparing both sides before shifting closer again. rime stays still as you work, but continues to speak.

“and i know professors aren’t paid enough, but god was he working for even less than he was paid for. like, what’s the point of letting your classes do shit? what do you gain from that? other than ass reviews on ratemyprof.”

you furrow your brows and wonder if you should try the new lip liner along with it. your eyes focus on rime’s lips as you try to picture it, not totally hearing what he’s saying, nor noticing that he’s stopped as you stare a few inches away from his face. it's only when you feel his breath gently fan against your face that you're brought back from your thoughts, suddenly aware of your position in between his legs.

rime doesn't register your proximity, really. but he notes your frown and focused stare and realizes he's been speaking the whole time. “sorry,” he starts, averting his gaze and coughing. "i ramble a lot sometimes.”

“hm? no i, uh, i don’t mind,” you try to reassure him, thrown off by his apology and how close you were. he throws you a pointed look, obviously disbelieving the tone of your voice. you smile a little and breath out a laugh, “seriously, rime. i like listening to you talk, i just wanted to wait for you to finish so i could do your lips."

"and here i thought you wanted to kiss me," he responds dramatically. you roll your eyes before quickly pecking him on the lips. but when you go to pull away, he brings his hand up to pull you in again. when he finally lets go, your face is warm. "you want me that bad?"

rime responds with silence, his lips curling up in amusement. it almost makes you want to close your eyes because he has that look that always flusters you, no matter how much he does it. it's your turn to clear your throat and look away, focusing on the product in your hand and spinning it. "i don't usually see you get that worked up.”

“yeah, for good reason. i'd rather deal with my problems head on but it's harder when your problem is an ass professor.”

your lip twitches at the frown on his face but decide not to mention it. instead, you lean closer again to do the liner, letting it hover above his lips so he can answer. “want me to fight your prof for you? i could be a good knight in shining armour, don’t you think?”

rime snorts before placing his hands on your hips. it's 'to keep you steady,' you're sure. “i don't really want to see my boyfriend kicked out on my behalf so maybe next time, sweetheart.”

[thetimesewers]

Proof that the Professor is Possessed

Kicking things off not even a minute into the episode, the box now has chains. I have no idea what could be inside, but it’s clearly important to “the Professor”. He’s still very protective of it.

The Professor says that he got his master’s at Charles University in Prague, even though he states (very proudly) in a previous episode that he’s a PU alum. I don’t think this is majorly important, but it’s just something I picked out. I also wanna know what the master’s was actually in.

Also, he just agrees to Ryan’s slander when he calls him a douchebag. Not solid evidence of this not being the Professor, but the real Professor would never allow this insult.

The ‘example window’ is a new thing, and it’s probably just a one-off for the episode (since it’s about windows), but I definitely have a feeling someone’s gonna get yeeted out the window by the end of the season (hopefully the fake Professor). Also, I’m pretty sure whoever this is has definitely thrown someone out a window before.

“Not that I’ve, well, successfully murdered somebody.” Ryan… Also, the crickets after he says that 😂.

I love the shirts that the Hussites have. “HUSSITES FOR LIFE”, “WE ❤️ JAN”, and, my personal favourite, “RIP OUR CRISPY KING.” I really want one of those T-shirts.

He did the same thing that he did last week with the “not everything on this stage is as it seems”. “Thank goodness no one here has to beware of false prophets in sheep’s clothing, right? We’re all exactly as we seem.” He’s pretty much giving himself up, and I feel like it’s pretty obvious that Ryan’s gonna have to catch on at some point if he keeps doing this every week.

Drawing the attention back to the example window again, I feel like it’s gonna be important for some reason at some point. I just don’t know why or how.

I like how the sponsor was the horse’s wife. Also, the horse is now the first main puppet to have a name. I do find it strange how Dorothy is still alive, when, a) God said that she was (most likely) dead, and b) I thought all the puppets were supposed to be dead. I mean, I know she wasn’t at the party, but it’s just confusing to me. I’m probably looking way too much into this honestly.

I love the signs that all the people are holding up, and how there’s references to previous episodes. “It’s high time this stopped!” (the Black Death episode), “Someone should invent more comfortable shoes!” (I think that’s a reference to the Dancing Plague episode), “The Pope’s a Dope!” and, of course, “HUSSITES: STILL MAD.” Oh, plus “(EQUALLY ATTRACTIVE NON-CATHOLIC BELIEFS)

Love Ryan laughing at penal 😂. Honestly, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think it was a funny word too.

I like the detail they put into the example window, like making the tree move and everything. I think that’s amazing, and I appreciate the extra effort put into it.

He’s doing the B-boys bit again, but this time he’s added bees.

HE DIDN’T DO THE C DOGS BIT. Honestly, this on its own is enough proof that that isn’t the Professor. I remember having to pause the episode on my first watch because I was so shocked that he didn’t even notice.

The song is AMAZING. I definitely prefer it to last week’s 😂 a lot less disturbing. And obviously the Professor’s set up. Obviously I can’t make out everything on the desk, but I can see a Coveted Cup and a bottle of Puppet Lotion. Also I did not expect the algorithm to be an actual real thing, I thought it was just something the Professor made up. Which means he probably actually didn’t want Ryan to lose every time. The little glitch that he has when BDG is declared the winner. I do wish that they didn’t interrupt the song though, it was such a bop 😂. Also, Ryan knows the Professor is up to something, so I wonder what he’s gonna do.

Ryan lost the auction for the Genie lamp. I wonder what that means, and if he’s gonna have to find a way to get it back. The nervous laughter when he denies being in the studio means that that glowing-eyes plush was definitely him. His voice did the thing again as well when he shouted “RATS!” After rewatching some clips and episodes, I realised that it’s very similar to the Devil’s voice, which means he could be behind this whole thing.

The cinematography in this scene, with the Professor looking out the window, is so good. Plus, the Professor hatching out of the egg, confirms that this is most definitely not the Professor, which leaves the most probable conclusion to be that this is a hologram, and that the Devil (and maybe the Genie) is behind this.

That’s pretty much all I picked up, but one thing I also want to mention is the fact that at the end of the episode, you can hear the part from the Book’s song about the dinosaur (“or ‘bout how long it’d take a crusty old Tyrannosaur to digest your learned body whole”), which I thought was a pretty fun little detail.

I decided to include the tally in the same post this time (even though it’s not necessary because we literally see who won - or, who was supposed to win):

Ryan: II

Brian: III

[delicioussshame]

Last one : look, my working title is “college hitter and quitter SY”. Deal with it.

Shen Yuan had always known that running away the way he had was a terrible idea, but he’d never thought it would come back to haunt him in this way.

“Oh, I know Professor Shen. He taught me a few undergraduate classes.”

“Wonderful! Professor Shen, you must be proud of your former student, raising so high so quickly!”

“Luo Binghe was always very talented. My teachings have very little to do with his presence here.” He hopes, sincerely, that he has nothing to do with Luo Binghe showing up all the way across the country.

He probably doesn’t. Even if Luo Binghe is a master of his chosen field of study, few universities would have given a chair to such a recent graduate. He probably found the offer too good to resist, and decided that it deserved moving all the way from Hong Kong to Beijin.

“Professor Shen has always been too modest. I wouldn’t be where I am today without his help.”

Fuck. Shen Yuan can feel Luo Binghe’s gaze on him, falsely proper but much too intense. The dean might not notice, but Shen Yuan does.

Time to kiss his job goodbye, probably. All Luo Binghe would have to do is admit Shen Yuan took advantage of him when he was still a student and here goes any chance at a career in academia.

He still can’t believe he did that. Yes, Binghe had been his favorite student. Yes, the term had been over when Luo Binghe had invited him to a restaurant. He still held a position of authority over him! He should have known better than to drink around a student.

He’d just been a bit maudlin, is all. He had accepted a job in a city hours away. He knew he would never see Binghe again. What could be wrong with spending an evening with him over good food? It would be a good chance to tell him the news and send him off with his blessings.

He hadn’t planned on getting drunk. He hadn’t planned on taking Binghe on his offer to take him home. He has no idea how “taking him home” ended up with the both of them kissing, and more, in what must have been Binghe’s apartment. But even then, he had known it had been a mistake that could ruin both his career and Binghe’s life. Leaving before Binghe woke up and speeding up his move to Beijin had seemed like his only option at the time.

This was about to bite him in the ass, right? Luo Binghe can’t possibly not be bitter about his own teacher sleeping with him.

"I haven't seen Professor Shen in years. It would be nice to catch up. Would you mind if I stopped by your office after I'm done touring the university?"

Like Shen Yuan is going to run to his doom like this. "Actually, I have class soon and an appointment off campus after, so maybe another day?"

The dark look that comes over his former student's face announces nothing good, even if it faded so fast he's probably the only one who noticed. "I see. Later, then."

Shen Yuan nods noncommittally and makes his escape to his office, his mind firing at all cylinders. How can he free himself of this mess blamelessly? Too much is on the line. Maybe look for another job before this all comes to light? No, he'll never get one before Luo Binghe finds him. Talk to him, see if they can agree to something? Of course not. Luo Binghe probably wants to beat him bloody, he won't want to listen. Pay him off? Gross, he can't do that-

He's thrown out of his spiralling thoughts by the knock on his door. Probably one of his students here with a question. "Enter."

His heart falls into his stomach when Luo Binghe lets himself in. "I hope Professor Shen will forgive the intrusion, but I had a glimpse at his schedule and knew he didn't teach at this hour. Since he believed he had other plans, he must have some time for his student now, shouldn't he?"

He's been played. "Ah, of course. I really do have an appointment after though, so it might be better to keep this short." Bullshit, but he'll take what he can get.

"Professor Shen should still have a few hours for me. Plenty of time to catch up, reminisce," Luo Binghe locks the door behind him, "talk about what happened and what might have been."

Oh god he's so pissed. Shen Yuan's life is in danger. "Binghe, I-"

Luo Binghe kisses him.

Shen Yuan freezes on the spot.

For about one second. Luo Binghe did not become less attractive with time, and this is a much better outcome than any he'd foreseen. If Luo Binghe wants to take his revenge by bending him over his desk and fucking him senseless, well, there are worse things.

His brain catches up to the situation a few minutes later. This makes no sense! And they're at work! At Luo Binghe's new place of employment! What if they're caught? Luo Binghe can't want revenge so bad as to ruin his own life in the process! "Binghe, wait, this isn't a good idea."

“Professor Shen has given up his right to say no to this when he seduced his own student and left him before dawn to run all the way across the country. It took me so much time to catch up to him, I won’t let him escape me again.”

“I can only apologise for what happened. I shouldn’t have gotten drunk and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of Binghe, but whatever revenge he wants to take, surely it’s not worth risking his own career by acting on it here?”

Luo Binghe pushes back, confused. “Revenge? What Professor Shen did was cruel beyond reason, but I don’t want revenge for it. I spent years wishing Professor Shen would be mine. More years working on becoming someone he could be proud of calling his partner. How could I hate him for giving himself to me? I do resent the years we spent apart, but they couldn’t be helped. Professor Shen had taken another position before our night together. He wasn’t running from me.”

Shen Yuan 100% was running away from Luo Binghe, but he’s not going to say that. “What Binghe is saying is that he’s fine with my actions?”

“I would have preferred he remained. He knows I am an excellent cook. I would have prepared him the best breakfast he has ever eaten, and we could have talked about the future. But I can forgive him since he’ll be mine now.”

Luo Binghe isn’t exactly asking, is he? “Shouldn’t we talk about this before? It’s been years. I have changed.”

“It doesn’t matter. I will have him anyway. Now. I have waited long enough.” Luo Binghe grabs the lapels of his jacket. “Professor Shen didn’t exactly seem uninterested earlier. I’m sure I can convince him to act.”

Shen Yuan almost lets himself be distracted by Luo Binghe’s plush lips. Almost. “Binghe, not here! What if we’re found out?”

“I locked the door. We can always say we were busy catching up and didn’t hear the knock.”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes! I can’t get around smelling of sex and looking like I just rolled in the hay!”

“No one would complain about such an attractive sight.”

“I would!”

Luo Binghe sighs. “Professor Shen always cared about his reputation. I don’t want to start off our new relationship on the wrong foot. If he’s this worried, I can compromise. He’ll just have to make it up to me.”

Make it up to him? Why-

Luo Binghe falls to his knees.

Shen Yuan becomes very aware that Luo Binghe is irresistibly attractive, and that him being on his knees, pulling open Shen Yuan’s pants, is just fundamentally unfair. How can he say no to that, even with his job on the line?

His hand finds its way to Luo Binghe’s head. His fingers dig into Binghe’s thick tresses.

Luo Binghe leans into his touch in a way that tugs at his heartstrings, and for one moment Shen Yuan wonders where they’d be now if he’d confronted what he’d done years ago instead of fleeing into the night.

Then Luo Binghe licks the side of his cock and all thoughts are wiped clear from his mind. He can’t think of anything but how obscene Binghe looks, tonguing at his cock like he’s loving every second of it, like he can’t wait to swallow it whole. “Binghe…”

Luo Binghe moans against his skin.

Shen Yuan closes his eyes, but the sight of Luo Binghe’s mouth on him remains behind his eyelids.

Then Binghe does take him into his mouth, and Shen Yuan’s eyes shoot open against his will.

Binghe is looking at him, moving very deliberately, very slowly up and down in a rhythm that has to be designed to drive Shen Yuan mad.

Shen Yuan bites his palm. He can’t make a sound that could attract unwanted attention. It’s Binghe’s first day, never mind his own job.

Of course Binghe takes his silence as a challenge. Of course he starts sucking harder, making noises that Shen Yuan cannot imagine aren’t audible from outside his office door, but he can’t care. Binghe, his dear Binghe, his favorite student, the person he missed the most after he moved, is loving every second of fucking his mouth on Shen Yuan’s cock. How can he care about anything else? How can he do anything other than bite deeper into his palm and pull at Luo Binghe’s hair, except thrust his hips up and hope he doesn’t choke Binghe?

He does, but Binghe doesn’t seem to care. He just gets back at it with even more vigour, lips tight around his cock and tongue hot on it, and doesn’t stop moving until Shen Yuan cannot stand it any longer and spills deep into his mouth.

He’s trying to catch his breath, but Binghe isn’t making it easy. He’s cleaning Shen Yuan up with his mouth, catching all of the mess before zipping Shen Yuan back into his pants.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks. “There. Professor Shen is just as presentable as he was before I made him come.”

He has no business sounding this smug.

Luo Binghe stands up, and wipes his pants clean of what dust dirtied his clothes, apparently unmindful of his rather terrifying erection.

Shen Yuan has a distinct flashback to taking the train after having let Luo Binghe put that thing inside him. It had not been fun.

The night itself had been more than worth it though.

He should do something about it.

If he doesn’t want to mess Binghe too much, he should return the favor.

But when he tries to kneel for Luo Binghe, he’s stopped. “While I would love nothing more than having Professor Shen please me in his office, I can wait. Instead, he’ll come to dinner with me tonight. I’d prefer he doesn’t drink as much this time, but either way, I’ll take him home. He can pay me back then. I’ll make sure he’ll enjoy our time together so he won’t want to run, this time.”

…There are worst things. “Can I ask Binghe a question?”

“Professor Shen can ask me anything.”

“Why me? Binghe is so attractive. He could have anyone.”

“Professor Shen is the one I love. I couldn’t care less about anyone else.”

Ah. Well. This explains that.

Shen Yuan is too lucky. Something is bound to go wrong soon.

Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. “Binghe has always been my favorite too. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Luo Binghe’s smile is blinding. “We will.” His hand is warm when it catches his.

Shen Yuan squeezes back. “Take me out, then.”

“Didn’t you have an appointment before that?”

…Shit.

Might as well be honest. “No.”

Luo Binghe laughs. “I thought as much. Shall we go, then?”

Shen Yuan unlocks the door. “After you.”

“Never.”

Shen Yuan can’t believe that when he’ll come back here tomorrow, he’ll a) probably be suffering from at least some degree of pain, and b) a few doors away from Luo Binghe.

It’ll be his best workday in ages.

[allegxry]

Continued from here - @elysiumxii

Christmas wasn’t really his thing, Elijah spent all his holidays at the castle since he didn’t have a family or home even to go back to and he’s made decent friends with a few of the professors and a ghost or two. Nothing he was sad over though, he hasn’t been beat or worse since coming to Hogwarts. It’s the safest seven years he’s had. Not that anyone knew that, except Dumbledore, the one who stumbled upon the muggle born and took him in. The caste was far from boring, the forest a form of entertainment as well and there was always reading and practicing.

The decorations were always something, magic was always something. Elijah was constantly fascinated by it and driven to perfect anything thrown at him or if he had read about it. Growing up in the muggle world, the way he grew up especially, it was grim and plenty to fear over - and his first year here was honesty hell. Elijah wasn’t trusting, wasn’t friendly, he was isolated and angry and had never even stepped foot in a school so he had a lot to catch up on in all aspects. It was a rough first year and he didn’t get much of a hand until halfway through so seeing the blonde near tears at the stairs wasn’t something he could ignore. Elijah often helped the first years around and he was usually first to get in a fight with any sort of bully, the thing about most people here - none of them were really street smart. Dodge a wand and throw a punch and he usually won easily.

He’s not expecting anyone to approach him, the one actual close friend he had died a few years ago and the two in his house had gone home so he glances around him to make sure he’s being spoken to, hazel eyes landing on Helios, closing the magazine and holding his spot with his finger, “Hey…” lips pressed together, “Uh, yeah, I - always do.” He looks to the Ravenclaw table and doesn’t see anyone too interesting so he scoots down on the bench some, nodding for him to sit if he wants, finding the standing there a bit awkward, “You don’t usually stay though..” he knew all the regulars, “I hope you’re prepared for the Hogwarts Christmas special..” a faint chuckle as it was said in sarcasm.

He never forgot about Helios, he has a few classes with him and the practical golden halo was hard to miss. Elijah just never reached out to people first, not with new people anyways. He found the Ravenclaw house interesting and anytime Helios answered a question Elijah liked to pay extra attention to it, or him in general but a stupid crush when their paths crossed wasn’t anything to get worked up over.