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Sinners in a Pod (Chapter 1)

Updates for this will start posting after Witcher of the Night is finished. So, chapter 1 for this will only be posted right now and shall continue its updates soon. Currently, this is on hiatus. But, please do tell me what you think if you manage to read this! Thank you! 💞

PROLOGUE (Summary)

Characters: Mob/Professor!Henry Cavill x small!stalker!reader (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Blood. Death. Psychopathic issues. The Mafia. Suggestive content and thinking. Stalker and manipulative reader. The word ‘Daddy’ used in different ways? (I don’t even know why this is a warning?) Y/L/N means Your Last Name.

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A/N: Il babbo means Father and il compagno means comrade. Tell me if I’m wrong, I’m using google translate on this one. Sorry, if I’m making this on a hiatus. I wanna see how this will click for anyone. Also, the Geralt fic comes first because I wanna finish it. Hehehehe.

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9:35 AM.

Mr. Cavill has been well-known in just his first day of becoming the substitute for your previous professor who has died due to an infectious disease that still had no cure. He has been the main topic of every person in the campus. Your professor in History was a complete hot-shot. An additional fact about him being attractive was his unconventional pedagogic style that can get students listening to every word that leaves his mouth, leaving you all wanting to hear more than just his educational discussions.

His presence definitely aroused each and every women's curiosity in your campus; hearing gossips about how they were willing to be the teacher's pet to have a piece of what your professor could offer like he was being treated as a play thing or some sort of food that they wanted to have a taste despite of how indecent it sounded. The hungry felines were willing and taking their chances, seeming to want and do it to also save their grades from their previous quizzes and special tests that they have taken from the deceased professor.

Until, You started to realized that you were even included in one of those students who was thoroughly affected by his presence; lately comprehending that he was being the main image of your filthy fantasies every night.

Especially whenever you notice how he tries to keep eye contact with you whenever he discusses. Your best friend can see how he kept on taking secretive glimpses without anyone noticing. Nonetheless, one person did and he was unlucky to have been caught by your best friend who promised to never lie and keep secrets when it involves you.

Though, there are certain situations that should be kept from her. Specifically the part about what happens every night with the idea of your professor fucking you like he'd never want you to walk for seven days straight.

That kind of fucking where you both can be considered as animals in a rut.

It took one look from your best friend to know that he was staring again. You could imagine his piercing ocean blue eyes that had a speck of brown drowning with it; observing every breath and move you make under those black spectacles of his. Curly hair gelled back looking professional but so tempting to be yanked hard.

You suddenly shook your head at the thought, blinking hard while you tried to keep focus on your paper.

Your best friend was done with her pre-test, but you weren't. She kept on silently but repeatedly snapping her fingers under her desk, giving you a signal that he was doing it again. You tried hard ignoring your best friend who was just clearly beside you; bringing you into a much more dangerous scenario by having your test incomplete or rather receiving a failing grade that would make you repeat this subject again.

Then, you'd remember the professor who could get you writhing under his gaze. He was also one of your fantasies---the one and only who could get you off every night---though, leaving you insatiable and craving for more.

Immodest thinking, but it was worth it every time you came.

"Daddy's lookin' again, hunny! Oh, teach me your ways, please! I would so let him fuck my ass raw, I tell you," She whisper-yelled knowingly. Only silence can be heard from around the four corners of the room, constant pages being flipped one by one, triggering you into panicking more than you should because you were still stuck on page one. You eyed the multiple choice that was written. 'Is it A? B? Or C?'

Your eyes narrowed on your test paper, struggling to think of an answer for the last question of the first page. The pen in your hand stopped on letter B, and in one quick motion. You encircled the whole letter before turning to the next page in a jiffy, never thinking whether your answer was right or wrong.

A small creak from your best friend's chair caught your attention, half on the test and half on your noisy best friend; seeming to be the person who was asking you answers when you haven't even finished the damned test yet.

"Psst! Bitch!"

You've sighed an exasperated one from being constantly distracted by everyone and especially from the penetrating gaze you could feel whenever Mr. Cavill tries to check on how everyone was doing from his desk.

"Ms. Rodriguez, I would rather like it if you try and keep your hands on your desk when you're done with the test,"

All together, the whole class turned their heads towards your best friend who had a panicking, shocked look written on her face. Her eyes seeming to tell she was guilty of trying to distract you while you answer the paper at hand. She evidently gulped, nodding silently and tentatively slipping her palms across her desk like a child getting a scolding. Embarrassment filling her body, the paper beneath her hands appearing to be more interesting rather than the gossip she ought to tell.

Mr. Cavill looked to be insouciant from her tricks, His eyes completely blank, cochineal lips forming a thin line from what he had in mind, "You all have thirty minutes left," the suave and sophisticated twang of his accent got you shifting in your seat. His baritone timbre that kept you up every night; never failing to give your core a throb whenever you get to listen to it personally rather than imagining it had you fidgeting with the sharp ends of your test paper.

He leaned back in his seat, the obvious bulk in his arms protruding once it was crossed. Your professor had always wore that extra tight, white dress shirt despite how it was popping out due to his sinewy biceps. The thatch of his chest hair slipping above the second to the last button of his clothing. You knew he was jacked in the flesh, the filament of his muscles straining out of his clothing which gives you images of what he could be like when he was stark-naked.

You had a bad habit of daydreaming in the wrong time.

Those Lapis Lazuli were brilliant under the morning sunlight that was escaping through the windows. Those eyes that you've been able to memorize landed on you, a sudden jolt in your insides made you feel warm and tingly.

"Please, do finish the test before the time is up, Students."

You were the first to break his gaze, the papers were an important matter and you didn't want to fail. Reason to that is because you didn't want to disappoint him by giving him a result that could make him think that you were never actually have been listening to his lessons and have just been daydreaming about his pretty little mouth on yours every day.

It was illicit of you to even think about having his mouth on yours or all over your body, exploring you till his curiosity would be answered and the same goes to yours. The devil was probably grinning in hell because of how risquè your thoughts have been.

Your soul was probably going to burn in hell.

Yet, on second thought; all seemed to be worth it.

Especially when you've been trying to stalk him for about two weeks already.

You haven't been caught yet; but, the idea of being collared seem to be a prize when you were a sinner.

10:05 AM.

"Time's up, everyone." Mr. Cavill's smooth, reverberant voice made you jump in your seat. You were only on the third page of your test and there were three pages left. The sheer frustration went to your head, emitting a vocal groan and a hard bite on your dried up lips. Every loud beat of your heart made your hand tremble in panic. Your eyes skimmed through every question, randomly circling any letter as long as you get to finish the damn test and not be left alone. Despite how anxious it made you feel, deep inside; you knew you were anticipating such a moment.

"Its time to pass your papers. Get your bags and you can go, I'll be seeing you guys tomorrow," He spoke in a monotone manner, his chair creaking once he stood up tall and lusty, grabbing onto the pile of papers, neatly stocking every test one by one with those hefty, streaking fingers of his as each student passed by in front of him. Some women slyly sparing him a glance, trying to check him out and that outstanding derriere of his as they smirked and quietly giggled on their way out.

Your tall, lanky but quite fit block mate stood along the threshold. His bright hazel eyes, tanned skin and dark red lips drawn with a grin as he held onto nothing but his pen; known to be a nerd but also a philanderer who had innocuous looks that appeared to be like he spends his time nose diving in games and books, "Have a great day, Mr. Cavill!"

"You too, Brent."

You could feel your breath shortening, grappling to answer your test urgently. Your breath hitched when somebody tapped your shoulder, you turned to look at the person you were expecting, but was left disappointed when you saw your best friend eyeing your papers; scrutinizing everything inside her head.

"Oh, you're doomed, Y/N." She inspected your answers and observed how her brows raise in an uncanny way, obtrusively telling that your answers were beyond incorrect. There were still students inside the room, slowly taking their time to leave before undergoing another set of lessons to be learned soon from their other professors.

"---I'll get going now, see you later, Chiquitita!"

She didn't even gave you a chance to ask some answers to your tests. What are friends even for?

Once the door was shut by her and others who left one by one, it was like every blood in your veins stopped cycling. No noise could be heard. You could feel an intense pair of ocean blue eyes began shooting you holes through your body that gave you the shivers.

Now, it was just you, him and nobody else.

You mentally gave yourself a slap for not reviewing for his test. It was quite embarrassing for him to see how you were struggling for a test that was undoubtedly easy for everyone.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Your professor started completely unfazed by your endeavor to get the test done in a minute. You breathed out a breath in utter frustration, closing your eyes and capping your pen closed. The time was up.

A large, warm hand gently clasped your shoulder, and you were sure you felt the imaginary sparks from it that also held a flush of shivers, creating a reaction that made your whole body go rigid.

"---Don't rush, you have all the time." Mr. Cavill surprisingly spoke in his calm, low voice. Warm, comforting heat gathered in a close proximity and before you could even realize what was happening; he was already hovering from behind, checking your answers for you.

His breathtaking face were inches away from you, his perfect side profile seen from your peripheral vision and his spectacles slightly falling on his tall, pointy nose. The dimple on his nose winsome for your taste and for every thirsty felines as well. Eyelashes long that can be considered as pretty, an exact length to beautify his eyes a lot more than it would. There was something mysterious about what lies beneath his bright azure eyes. Something dark was laying deep inside of it but it was a locked up window that nobody could ever get to see and understand.

Something about him was making you more intrigued for what his lifestyle is and the more curious you are, the more you were getting yourself at risk. Deeper. Intrusive. You were going to risk it all.

The deep scar on the top of his right eye brow distracted you from thinking anymore else. It looked like a battle scar that he once got from a fight, and it was quite interesting to see such a perfect face that held a flaw; telling you he was actually human after all and not a prince in your dreams.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I suppose you never listen to any of my lessons, am I correct?"

Oh, the way he says your last name always made you sin. Heat traveled towards your face, and some even had the audacity to travel down south. It was wrong.

You had to stop.

"I-I..I do, Sir." You struggled to keep your mind straight. Your eyes stared straight at the whiteboard in front of you, never giving him a glance.

Those heavy gaze of his fell on you; piercing and utterly inquisitive; giving your heart a chance to leave the curiosity before he would want to pry a lot about you that you couldn't imagine him to know, you could feel the disappointment within his eyes that crushed your hopes in making him proud.

"All of your answers are incorrect. It seemed like you've been guessing your answers the whole time,"

Shame and guilt was all you felt at that exact moment. The ends of Mr. Cavill's lips formed a tight thin line before languidly curving into a small, sinister smile that he never gave to any of his students. Yet, you were an exception.

"Must I say, do I sound uninteresting for you?"

An excruciating ring of your school bell rang loudly enough for you to jerk on your seat. You couldn't deny the intense attraction you were feeling towards your professor. The windows weren't locked anymore, and you knew for a fact that you've seen the treacherous glint in his eyes; giving you the key for you to decide if you wanted to enter. Deep down something diabolical lived inside and it left you curious enough to dig down whatever hidden darkness it could be.

"I..I.." You anxiously trailed off and stared into his eyes, feeling yourself get enticed by the gorgeous hues around his dark pupils. He was bold enough to stare back, his face too close for your liking.

"You think I don't notice it at all, do you? you're interested---curious even and that curiosity of yours will risk you a lot, sweetheart."

The words that came out of his mouth were utmost accurate, you felt your throat become dry from getting caught red-handed and from how he could read you with his eyes. Your professor was totally unbelievable and you didn't know whether or not he was just too conceited enough to say it straight to your face like it wasn't wrong nor indecent.

"I think...y-you got everything wrong, sir." you quickly scrambled out of your seat, books falling from your hands and you crouched down to get it, yet your professor was faster than you. He gathered those fallen books and stood undeniably tall, placing them on your opened palms. His eyes absolutely unreadable. You couldn't see what his emotions are at the moment, and it was terrifying to see that he looked like a sociopath for one second before playfulness have been replaced within his eyes.

He looked down at you, a small smile on show, "You think? No, Darling,---" Mr. Cavill momentarily paused with a smirk that got you swallowing the uncomfortable, heated feeling down your throat.

"---I know what's running inside those pretty head of yours and I assure you, it can be shameless and utterly unchaste as it can get,"

Without any second thought, you had everything around your arms; running out of the room. Never looking back at your professor who lowly chuckled to himself, seeing how he connected the dots with the right pattern. He knew you would end up walking with the same path as him, together and as one because of how you were hunting him down behind his back.

You were only acting. He could feel it.

Your unfinished paper was left on your desk, the ends of your test so wrinkly from the hard tugs while you tried remembering the right answers to those questions on his test. He remembered your face, he remembers every move you make all day and Henry knew you've been his shadow for the last two weeks like a canine he didn't remember that he has adopted.

Mr. Cavill had your papers at hand. He smiled to himself and with no doubt, he ticked every question correct despite of your wrong answers.

You passed his test and darkness was bound to happen soon.

10:20 PM.

The strange encounter you had with your professor didn't stop your undying attraction towards him, to be honest. It lured you into knowing more about him; becoming selfish to the point of being invasive, secretly following him around to find details about him and his life. All you knew was his name and that he was your History teacher.

William Cavill. That was his name. Other than that, there was nothing you ever did know except for where he lived. In a basic, plain rental apartments where everyone had one gate to begin with. You've noted that in your hidden diary made just for men who'd reach the point of being stalked by yourself. The kind of level where you plan on breaking inside his house to find more information because your lack of knowledge about him was frustrating you from the start.

You would try breaking into his apartment soon enough.

His place wasn't extravagant like how you imagined him to be, owning no car as he walks home and sometimes take public vehicles to arrive in your university like a normal human.

He wasn't rich. Though, his features could mistake him as a prince. Deserving more than to live in a ramshackle apartment.

You've lost track of Mr. Cavill and his whereabouts. One minute you were just following him in discreet, and now he was nowhere to be seen after turning at a sketchy street that made your feet stop from following him.

'Am I turning into a nutjob? No. I'm doing this to know him better, know what he likes or dislikes, knowing more about him that a typical woman would do. This is for the better and he probably will like it if he knew, I need to jot down things that will make him like me,' You thought to yourself, your feet trembling with every step you took; the brisk, cold wind making it difficult for you to keep steady as you walked through the dark, strange street that your professor just walked in minutes ago.

There was finally light after walking through a dark path; feeling like it could've been a new beginning for your life if you were being metaphoric. You've seen a streetlamp beside a locked up door and a dumpster. It was the only light you could see. From your perspective, the end of the street was a dead end.

You were about to turn around, thinking that this might be a trap for being caught because your professor was no where to be seen. Up until, you've squinted your eyes at two men talking farther away from the lamp, hiding amongst the silhouette of the night sky. One voice quite foreign and the other recognizable by your ears.

The pitter-patters of your feet were stealthy, strolling closer and closer towards danger zone.

"Did the Rossi's hired you?" there was a hint of Italian from the stranger's voice, you managed to move and hide beside the huge dumpster, and it was the right hiding place because you could see and hear everything.

Everything including Mr. Cavill's features. Howbeit, without the black spectacles.

Why was he here and why is he interrogating a man? a man that also seemed familiar to you?

"You just don't know when to shut up, will you?" He curtly spat, the usual calmness whenever he talks in front of his students was now gone and replaced with a very ill-mannered tone. A tone you didn't expect to come out from him because he was pretty much a reserved and refined man.

"I am living a good life by being a professor in St. Hallmark Institute. But, you've come to try and ruin everything,"

"I've never ruined anything in the first place. It was you who made your own destiny. You've told secrets to other people that was meant to be buried deep in the ground, Henry. Finally, I found you---we were all looking for you,"

Henry? who was Henry? All you knew was that his name was 'William Cavill' and not the Henry that he was talking about.

Your hands began trembling with your back against the dumpster, eyes popping out of its eye sockets from all the scenarios happening.

The more you wait, the clamorous and intense their voices have become, "You're a Cavill, yes? I've known that unimpeachable but minatory gaze in your eyes. A family where everyone kills for a living, one of his son's best known hit man in Jersey; definitely the best out of the rest and people have been striving to find you---wanting to experience services that would definitely be worth the shot because you've struggled to learn everything---trained to become unstoppable. Although, there is one mistake that runs in the family,---" pause, "Your daddy never misses, yes?" The man dragged on and on, he was walking on a path of burning coal and fire. Hence, you were sure he was soon going to get a beating out of what gossips he was saying.

You closed your eyes, breathing quieter than normal; scared to get caught listening to their conversation. You heard a thud on the wall beside you, and it was because your professor boldly strangled the man around his neck, choking him to the point of taking his life out of it. His rage seen from how the veins on his temples were protruding and aching to burst from his anger.

Your fingers trembled from the sudden violence. Downright feeling frightened for what was going to happen with the pestilent man who wanted to get onto his wick, provoking to turn him into a savage animal who wouldn't deliberate for the kill. This man was bringing back memories that Henry wanted to avoid and forget after months of thriving.

But, it never happens because he was born to assassinate and the memories and guilt continued to haunt him forever.

"U-Until, he missed the part that your mother wasn't the target, but your weak, senile, clumsy il babbo aimed the sniper at her head," The man was trudging with fire, a fire that wouldn't be easy to kill.

You heard a cock of somebody's gun, and a deep hitch of breath from the stranger. He violently thrashed against his hold as he could see the gun tucked between the side of his pants. The barrel of the gun shiny beneath the moon light. The Italian clawed on Henry's large hand that was wrapped around his neck with a vice grip. Your professor didn't felt any remorse, nor guilt. Only amusement after trying to spur him on.

"It's quite a shame that you think of me that way," he smiled, a pure wicked beam that you haven't seen since then, cocking his head to the side as he gave him a frightening glare and a simple raise of his eyebrow, "---I'm definitely not like my father because when I hold a gun?" Mr. Cavill seethed through clenched teeth and a tight jaw, "---missing a target would be one of my greatest mistakes and I haven't had any blunders since then,"

"---I never risk to make any mistakes, Leo. I'm far different from my father. When I annihilate a target, I don't think twice and I know you've heard the gossips,"

Leonardo Bianchi desperately tried to fight off the hand that was slowly killing him. After a few more attempts, he have seen that there was no escape and that he'd click the switch inside Henry's head to become the lethal weapon that he was born to be.

The family has given him the go signal. Leonardo has only been a pawn for the family's success into whatever decision they had for the only Cavill that was left alive. But, he had hunt him down; catching the beast as to where it lived; hunting down its location. But, tonight will be the night he reaches his demise, and the man definitely knows it when he'd been given the order to stay close and find what they needed.

Leonardo was just merely their cat's paw.

He loudly laughed manically, breathing labored as the latter heaved to live for his family that was held hostage by the organization that he was in. If he wasn't alive before they get to track him down then his very own family---the real ones---will lose a father and a person who protects them from treacherous doings that he had been involved.

"I won't be the only one rotting in hell, Henry---" he deadpanned, "---you are too because revenge can be bittersweet and you're living for it,"

Mr. Cavill's smile turned upside down into a phlegmatic grimace, sliding the pistol out of his black trench coat that was tucked in between his pants before closely aiming the gun right in the middle of Leonardo's forehead, sweat began to roll down Leonardo's temples from the fear of being dead in the middle of a dead end street. Henry's eyes held no sympathy and just undying wrath for how his past was haunting him down no matter what he does. No matter what he does, they always crawl back like they have been hiding under his bed since then.

Leonardo Bianchi shut his eyes before death could even take him. He knew then and there he was going to die because whenever one does get to find the hit man that every familia wanted to get a hold to, they die in that exact day; complicating their trackers and showing them the wrong location until Henry decides to leave whatever life he created in his current one.

Though, he doubt that he'll be leaving this place for good today. Maybe, fate was about to take its turn and play the wild card.

"Let's share hell together then, il compagno."

It didn't take two seconds before you've heard the blaring sound of a gun going off; never thinking twice about pulling the trigger. He was dead, just like that; leaving his family in the past of his sins.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Everything was gory. The bullet punctured the wall where Leonardo's head was roughly pushed with his dreams and faith that has been crushed in just a single bullet and because of one malefactor that you didn't expect to see.

Mr. Cavill killed a man with his gun and he wasn't just any man; the Italian man was his co-worker, a fellow professor too who went with the name 'Aaron Anderson' who also hid his Italian accent with a rough southern intonation of his tongue.

He was your new Physical Education professor last week ago and now Mr. Anderson was laying on the cold, hard ground on a dead end street.

Henry slipped the gun in his trench coat for safety; audibly sighing for a sight that he never knew would happen again. However, they took three months before he was found again rather than those weeks that they've taken for him to be hunted down. He didn't need another re-location of his life in another country or place; the latter was pleased to be a professor in your university, living in a secluded and a slightly run down rental apartment which was needed for his bolthole; so he would hardly be found.

Crimson blood pooled along the ground, he crouched before Leonardo; his eyes wide opened to tell that he was fighting to live with a gun on his head. Yet, Henry apathetically stared at his pale, bloody face, showing no ounce of pity for the whole situation. He took his white handkerchief tucked in his coat pockets, expunging the blood that coated on his thick fingers before bluntly throwing it on Leonardo's face. Once his rue was clean and forgotten, he firmly stood on his feet like this has been a daily occurrence for years end.

Curiosity killed the cat and care was too obsessed over the Cheshire cat. Now, she was left to deteriorate for letting her other professor be killed by his own co-worker.

Your hands began trembling and your breath was getting the best of you. Hence, it added more panic when the rough, relaxed sounds of footfall started to echo closer and closer before it ceased before the dumps that was behind you.

A faint click of a button has been heard before hearing his low, satiny timbre of his voice nearby; feeling as if eyes were boring into your head while you have been rooted, crouching beside the dumps.

"Blind alley. East side. You know where I am because I know you track me down, Huntsman. Go check your fucking tracker---yeah, yeah. Another bullshit of a carcass. Shot in the head, mate. Got blood on my hands again---it was the first time for the last three months though,"

He sounded like he was just talking dinner with the caller on his phone. Too stolid for what he has done after the shooting. Thus, you've heard soft tapping of his foot on the ground, nearer than it ever has been.

"---I want the whole fucking alley pasteurized in less than ten minutes, got it?" he brusquely ordered around, giving a moment for the caller to finish whatever he or she was saying before you've heard Henry scoff from above your head; making you audibly hitch your breath, "---Don't act like you aren't following me around and that you live nearby,"

You were caught. The cat was captured from her sheer curiosity. Cats have seven lives based on the sayings. Nevertheless, you only had one left for tonight.

It felt as if a bucket of ice was thrown on your head. The eerie, tranquil silence for waiting whatever it is that his friend wanted to say was killing you alive. You began to breathe fast, hyperventilating in your space as your nails scratched the clothing of your knees, panic was rising through and becoming uncontrollable.

Sure, you were a stalker. But, did you deserve to die in the same place where your P.E professor has been killed? will you accept the fact that you'll be perished by the man who was worth the obsession before you knew he was a convict?

If so, then why was your core still throbbing to be caught like it was giving you thrill and excitement to be lured in?

"---Might have caught a witness this time," Henry bluntly confessed, his tone quite exuberant from the expected emotion you imagined him to be in; sounding like he caught the biggest fish in the sea as he went on to talk.

"---Don't worry. This one's mine. I'll do all the interrogating tonight,"

Then, you've heard the shuffling of his clothes, thinking that he'd tuck his phone inside his pockets before you've felt him crouch beside you; slowly and painstakingly.

Warm set of thick fingers clasped onto your fretful ones, his touch sending sparks and probably knives from how tender yet threatening it felt; like his softness had a trade of contract with the Grim Reaper because he didn't seem to be like a person whose heart was delicate, virtuous and guileless like how you've imagined him to be.

His face can trick you into imagining him to be the opposite of what he actually was. An unfortunate disguise that he had which infatuated you to the core. Literally.

He pried those hands away from fidgeting over your knee, his eyes burning you alive as it felt so heavy on the side of your face.

"You shouldn't have followed me, sweetheart."

His presence was near. Too near for you to handle the bad omen lingering around. Your heart stopped beating from the moment those thick, rough, calloused fingers reach out to lightly clasp around the width of your soft, silky neck. The loose grip more frightening than to receive a rougher one because it was giving you mixed signals that you've hit a nerve and your death was just being postponed for minutes.

You've unconsciously swallowed, "You've seen the murder. I know you were a smart one no matter how you were always misbehaving---but, this time; you behaved like the good girl that your parents have always believed in," Henry whispered in your ear; his fiery, hot breath fanning the side of your face in ways that got your heart pounding in such crazy exhilaration. Shivers began to shake your spine, leaving you scared and thrilled for your life.

His thumb grazed along the edge of your jaw, your primal focus on his hand ghosting over your neck like he was planning to choke you alive. Henry could have it, he could do just that with how you've easily submitted to the murderer of your night.

Those cobalt eyes were cryptic. An enigma that kept you insane and wanting for more because of how secretive he was that got you following him around. But, you obviously couldn't deny the tremor of being caught by the man himself.

Your professor forcefully turned your head to look straight into his face. Thus, there you notice splotches of blood has painted his face; such perfect canvas that has been ruined by the blood of the person's life that he has taken. Henry was almost perfect, too perfect that it leaves you thoroughly intrigued for what flaw he had because you knew, deep down; there was something more.

His nose nuzzled upon yours, the dimples of his nose slightly grazing as he lowly seethed with spite and utter sophistication, "If you were any normal person, you should have left me alone since the last two weeks,"

He knew.

Mr. Cavill knows he was being followed by you and nothing was more frightening than a smirking devil who hid behind a picturesque face that would make you kneel before him like his Acolyte. Though, you were just thinking about it that you haven't even realized you were already glorifying him before you even know it.

His breath met your mouth. Your veins were flowing faster than it ever does before, much more than your orgasms could ever take. You lightly scoffed, sounding a little more shakier than how you imagined it to be, worried about everything you've done for the last two weeks. Your actions thoroughly inconspicuous.

The stalker title taken seriously like you have done it for a long time.

"But, I'm far from sane, Sir."

You knew you were. Saying it out loud was so bold in your part. But, if you were being honest it felt like this whole shaken girl that he was seeing has just been all an act that you wanted to manipulate.

Manipulation was just the icing on the cake because you could do more than that for the man you love. The facade that everyone sees was just merely a veil that came with your fancy dress, drinking wine as you let all the plans go through your head that was written inside your secret diary that was buried under the Sycamore tree that your mother loves to disregard because of how high maintenance it was, close to reaching its death as you noticed the leaves falling every day like bad-omen was coming. Hence, she didn't like how ghastly it appeared to be like; making it a better spot for your secrets to be kept under the pile of shattered dreams and bones.

If your mother wouldn't love the horrible ones, then you were willing to appreciate its natural beauty despite of how hideous it was for everyone.

Once you love someone or something, you never let it go that easily; reaching to the level that you would do everything in your will power to get and have what you want.

Henry's grip tightened in a way that got you grinning like a Cheshire cat, he was playing a game where he was trying to let you run for the hills. Mr. Cavill was mindlessly telling you that your life wasn't useful nor significant to him; though, you knew he didn't have it in him to place the gun on your temples because if he did then you should've been dead right now.

Deep within the waves of his ocean, you've seen something valuable that can be useful for you. Your lips curled wider as you've read his eyes that secretly tells you that he was more than interested for the poker game because of the cards he set beneath his palms; confidently assured that he would win.

He had a three of a kind.

But, you hold out a straight flush.

"---I doubt you're sane for stalking me around like it is a normal thing for a student like you,"

You quietly giggled beneath being dominated within his reach. Your tongue slipped out of your mouth, the wet muscle sticking out to lick the cupid's bow of his lips which made your crime-filled professor growl from the sudden action. He harshly huffed out of his mouth, giving you a menacing flicker of his Cobalt eyes which made you laugh out louder as the pungent, metallic scent of blood wafted through both of your noses.

Tag, he was it.

Now, you had more reasons to pry into his life more than how you were invited. Howbeit, Invitations weren't needed because your strong determination was enough to trespass into his dangerous world.

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bangtan-gal · 5 years

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By the Book

Kim Doyoung x Fem!Reader

Soulmate!AU Tutor!AU College!AU

Warnings: fluff, angst, I think there’s swearing lol?

Word count: 2.5k

“Just get a tutor already.” Your mom’s voice crackled over the receiver. You sighed, leaning against the wall and pressing your phone tighter to your ear. The coffee mug you held had gone cold, the forty minute conversation giving you no time to enjoy it. Your gaze darted towards the swaying trees outside your window and then to the cars zooming along the highway.

“But tutors are expensive,” you huffed, setting the mug down on your counter. The dark brown liquid sloshed sadly in the blue mug as you walked away. Your calculus class was in forty minutes and you weren’t even remotely ready for the day.

“They don’t have to be a professional, honey. Just go to your professor, I’m sure there are students in your class or other classes that are willing to do it cheap or for free,” she replied, her voice cutting up. You groaned, that was the last thing you wanted, to have to deal with the pretentious idiots at your school for longer than necessary. “And plus, they’re not broke college students, they won’t need your money.”

“Thanks mom,” you grumbled, making your way into your room. “I gotta go. Tell dad hi for me.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too,” you whispered, pressing the button. You didn’t give yourself time to gloom as you quickly threw on your clothes and tried to look decent for the day.

The walk to campus was annoyingly boring as always. The same cottonwood trees, the same expensive cars zooming past you, and the same, obnoxiously loud dog shrieking at you as you passed in front of a large white house. You didn’t necessarily hate your school—the professors were amazing and you were on a full ride scholarship—but it was more of the other students there. They all drove Lamborghinis that they hadn’t even worked for and wore clothes that they bought with their parents’ cards.

You were lucky the school even accepted you.

You stepped into the lecture hall ten minutes early, nervously approaching your professor’s desk. It took her a second to notice you and when she did, a tired smile fell on her lips. Dark circles could be seen behind her thick-rimmed glasses and her face was makeupless.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?” She queried, sliding her coffee out of the way.

“Um… I was curious about getting a tutor for this class?” You murmured, your voice quieting as you got further into the request. The woman nodded, pulling her graying hair from her face as she searched through her desk. She pulled out a yellow sheet of paper with several neatly printed names and numbers on it. Her gaze scanned over it before she paused with a soft ‘aha!’

“I don’t think he’s busy,” she mumbled to herself, before turning the page over to you, tapping her pen beside a name. “Kim Doyoung, I believe he’s a year or two above you. Very smart and has successfully brought up a lot of others’ grades before. Although I have to warn you… he’s kind of a smartass. He can be hard to work with at times…”

You stared at the name and number for a second.

Then you pursed your lips; you really needed to get a higher grade in this class.

Your hands shook as you entered his number into you phone. You sat through the rest of class in silence, taking as many notes as possible and forcing yourself to focus on the lecture itself. As class ended and you softly thanked her for the number, you forced yourself to be accepting of this boy. You had no idea who he was, but thinking of him as some rich boy toy before you even met him wasn’t a good idea.

You spent the rest of the day quietly in your apartment, flipping through your mom’s cookbook to see if you could cook anything in it. You called some friends from home and then worked on your historical art essay. Then when you found it impossible to distract yourself from the inevitable, you reached for your phone. You stared at the contact for a while before slowly typing in a text.

‘Hi! This is Y/N. Prof. Mutihl gave me your number. I’m in her Calculus class and I’ve been looking for a tutor.’

‘This is Doyoung, right?’

You oozed awkwardness.

You groaned after you read the text for the thirtieth time. You definitely weren’t an expert at texting strangers. All you hoped for was him to text you back willingly. Your desperation for that grade was high and you’d probably hunt him down if he didn’t reply.

Hours passed and there was still no reply. You found yourself losing hope as the sun set and the neighborhood started to quiet down.The night went on and you slowly sunk into your english presentation. You were several pages deep when a light flashed in your dimly lit room. Your phone screen shone against the wall, a quiet ding disrupting your restful humming.

The phone was warm in your hand as you picked it up. Two message notifications sat on the homescreen, both from a Kim Doyoung. It was nearly 2 AM and you snorted; obviously you weren’t the only one obsessing over something.

‘Yeah, this is Doyoung.’

‘Sorry it took so long to respond, my friends forced me to go out to the bar with them. I’m free whenever, so whatever works best for you we’ll have to go over your goals and then work out a schedule.’

You read over the text, a jittery smile flickering over your lips. He was down to earth and didn’t remind you of the several airheads you’d met here.Then you snorted; you hadn’t even met him and you were already assuming he would be better than the rest. You stretched out, reaching for your phone.

“Sorry, Doyoung, but trust is a fragile thing.” ➻➻➻➻➻

It was a cloudy Friday when you stumbled into the library. You wandered further in, looking around in wonder. You hadn’t been here once in your time here and that was just because you were too stubborn to breathe the same air as the other students here. It was grand, just like the rest of the school, but more antique. The library smelled old and you could imagine if you cracked open a book, the pages would be yellowing and maybe there would be dust.

You loved it.

Despite wanting to explore the shelves, you forced yourself to stay focused. You looked around for the study rooms and once you found them, you looked for room 213. It took a while, but the room sat in the far back with clean glass walls. A boy sat at one of the tables, straight black hair shimmering under the bright lights. His face was slim, with a thin, straight nose. His eyes were closed, cheek resting in his hand and as you squeaked the door open, you realized he was asleep.

You pursed your lips as you approached.

And then you poked his shoulder, hard.

He jumped and you prayed that it was Doyoung.

“Er… Kim Doyoung?” You hoped. He looked up at you, blinking and then started nodding.

“Yeah, yeah that’s me,” he said, a nervous chuckle over-shadowing his words, “Y/N?”

You nodded and then sat down across from him. He smiled and adjusted himself in the chair, leaning forward across the table. Almost eagerly. His smile was slightly lopsided and as he moved, his hair fell along his forehead. The sunlight shone against his skin and the pale color glowed brightly.

“Okay, so let’s talk about your goals,” he started, grabbing a notebook. He opened it and flipped through until he landed on a page that already had rows of ink on it. It was your name along with several organized sections that were probably going to be filled soon.

“I need an A and I won’t settle for less,” you stated, straightening up in your seat. His smile grew at that and he looked up as you, eyes sparkling.

“Fabulous,” he murmured, quickly taking notes. You noticed that he wrote more than you said, but you didn’t pry as you grabbed your calculus textbook, slamming it on the table in front of you. “You’re probably the first person I’ve had who actually knows what they want and will get it.”

He was silent for a moment as he scratched a few more notes onto the paper.

“And that’s honestly amazing.”

The two of you exchanged few words of casualty as you immediately started your first tutoring session. Doyoung was good, you picked that up right away. He was quick too, figuring out exactly where you were and what you were struggling. You tried not to be judgemental but as the session continued, you oddly found nothing to be too annoyed by. The professor’s words of him being sassy made no sense, because he smiled the whole time and was nicer to you that you were to him.

After thirty minutes, the two of you agreed to take a break. You wiggled your fingers, wincing at the cramps that had collected from how tightly you held the pencil. Your neck hurt a little bit and the library chairs weren’t exactly comfortable.

“What are you majoring in?” “Um… well I’m hoping to be in the biomedical field,” you whispered, “and if I’m going to get accepted into the program next year, I need to get a good grade on this as well as a few other classes.”

Doyoung laughed slightly, nodding in understanding.

“Yeah, I… I tried to get into the nursing program, but it didn’t go as planned. Now I’m in accounting and business,” he sighed, mindlessly doodling in his notebook.

“Not what you wanted to do?” You guessed sarcastically.

“Mhmmm.”

“Why don’t you just retake the test?” “My parents aren’t supportive of it; they’re actually happy I failed so now I can take over the family business when I’m older,” he explained, looking up at you. You stared at him, maybe shocked because that wasn’t what you were expecting. You were thinking he would say something about having more freedom with money in that field. Your gaze dropped and you felt a sudden graciousness towards your parents and they’re support for you.

You couldn’t imagine what that was like.

“And I’m assuming there’s no going against them?”

He shook his head. “Believe me, I wish, but at this point I’ve accepted it. There’s no escape from the family life plan.”

The laugh that followed was bitter.

Obviously not wanting to talk about it anymore, Doyoung started up the session again. It was tense and awkward and you found him to be a bit more snippy than before. You didn’t reply to his little bites and just kept focused on the work he gave you. Once the hour was up, the two of you packed up quietly and then left the room side by side.

“Well, I’ll see you on Tuesday. It was… nice meeting you,” Doyoung murmured, reaching out a hand. You murmured ‘likewise’ quietly and then went to shook his hand. Both of you froze the second your hands connected, memories that weren’t yours racing through your mind.

You jumped back, clutching your hand tightly to your chest, but the memories remained. They were definitely Doyoung’s, some of them recent and others of a tiny version of him. His eyes bore into yours, jaw dropping open as his hand stayed where it was. Your heart raced as you stared at him.

“Sorry, gotta go, bye!” You shrieked and then raced off.

“Mom, I don’t know! But it definitely wasn’t my memories… they were—they were his memories and they still won’t go away! And it’s weird because at this point I can like, like I can pick through them and see certain ones and I’m afraid of stumbling upon something that I don’t want to see or something private that I shouldn’t see!” You cried into the phone, pacing around your living room. Your mom’s voice was muffled as she said something to someone else and then you heard a hearty sigh flutter through the receiver.

“Honey? I need you to take a deep breath,” she directed. You did so, trying to get control of the way your hands shook and how your heart was pounding abnormally loud. “Look, I need you to stay calm for me, alright? I got my old book ou—”

“You don’t think—”

“Honestly? I don’t know, but I need you to shut up and listen”—you did as you were told, clamping your mouth shut—“I mean, it doesn’t sound like any soulmate connection I’ve ever heard of, but even after two thousand years, we’re still finding new connections. So, once you touched, his memories flooded your mind and we can only assume that yours did the same to him, and even after you let go, they wouldn’t go away?”

“Yes,” you squeaked out, sitting down on the couch. You could hear the faint sound of pages desperately turning. Your mom mumbled to herself as she read over something and then the line seemed to go dead. “Hello?”

“Honey, I think you need to talk to that boy.”

➻➻➻➻➻

“Your mom was a soulmate therapist for several years?” He asked, stirring the straw around his water. Doyoung could barely look at you, his eyes focused on your shoulders rather than your face.

“Eleven exactly,” you huffed, “but… I mean, she said it was definitely a connection. She couldn’t find it in her book, but she read about something similar to it and I guess common sense suggests—”

“—that we’re soulmates,” he finished for you. The two of you were quiet for a moment as you both tried to mull that over. Of course it made sense, random things like that don’t just happen. You weren’t sure how to feel, it was almost like it hadn’t hit yet. Were you scared? Excited?

Despite your mother being a soulmate therapist—Soulmate Connection Specialist specifically—you had never really paid attention to that. You were always focused on your dreams that didn’t involve love. Success, recognition, and maybe some form of happiness. You never had a view on soulmates, they were just a thing that existed in your life but you never completely acknowledged it.

“Well… I mean, are you happy about this?” You whispered finally.

Doyoung looked up quickly.

“Of course I am… it’s just, random I guess? Of course… I guess it’s random for everyone. I dunno, I’m just trying to figure this out—what about you?” He asked.

You paused for a second, eyes focusing on the way he played with the straw in his cup.

“I-I think I am happy about it,” you mumbled, thinking of how your heart raced and your uneven breathing. How your face was slightly red around him now and how there was a small smile playing on your face the whole time.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “I am.”

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keqingcatears · 4 years

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Wolf Moon (Part 1)

Summary: Beacon Hills looked like a normal town on textbook, but creatures from fairy tales lurk in the dark unbeknownst to everyone. Serena Masters is one of these people. Former best friends to Scott and Stiles, Serena reunites with them after a frightful event that’s going to change the town forever and secrets will begin to unfold. This story will follow the plot line of TW with occasional changes to accommodate Serena’s backstory.

Characters/Pairings: Serena/OC, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Serena x Stiles!platonic

Word Count: 1486

A/N: no one asked for this but I’m so bored in quarantine rn and I’m rewatching TW and I was in a big writing mood. this is a project that was just for me to read and write but I decided to try and share my work for once so I don’t feel as lonely as I do writing. if anyone reads this and wants more i’ll be surprised ngl, but i hope you enjoy it!

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Serena walked quietly through the woods carefully so as to not disturb the tranquil night before the first day of second semester. She was supposed to be inside of her house sleeping but a friend had called her saying he was having some troubles. He didn’t say much but only that he was having family issues.

She stopped walking and looked around. It was so dark she could barely see the branches except only when they appeared in front of the moon that lit them up. She was sure he was supposed to meet here but as far as she knew there was nothing.

She took out her phone and typed a quick message to him. The sound of soft rustling caught her ears. Suddenly, a dark figure jumped out, his hands outstretched to catch her off guard. She predicted his movements just in time and grappled his arm to throw him to the ground.

“You should be less noisy next time.” Serena dusted off her hands on her jeans. Little dark strands of her hair were tickling her face. She brushed them away to stop them from sticking to her.

Her friend let out a grunt and pushed himself up. “And you haven’t changed much. Except for the fact that you grew and got stronger it seems.” He popped out his muscles to release the pain and tension.

A soft smile appeared on her lips. “Well, Derek, I am maturing. It’s only natural I get stronger.” She noticed his dark eyebrows were furrowing over and over. “Is everything okay though? You called at an alarming time.”

Derek let out a deep sigh almost like he was gasping for his last breath. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. Serena patiently waited for him to speak up knowing it was best that she shouldn’t push him to talk.

“It’s Laura. She’s dead.”

Serena’s heart rate picked up but she willed herself to calm down. “Like natural causes?” She knew that was a stupid question but she didn’t want to believe that an Alpha could die so easily. A small part of her somehow knew it was anything but sickness.

“Murder. Another werewolf.” Derek’s jaws tensed up. She could tell this was already hitting him like a truck. He lost another family member, his sister at that. Excluding Derek and his uncle, she wondered if there were even more of his family alive. At this point, it seems like his lineage might come to an end.

Then it struck her. His last comment. “Another werewolf? But who would be targeting Laura?”

“I don’t know,” Derek said. His eyes were cast down onto the ground. “I just need you to be careful and keep an eye out. You’re the only one I can trust right now.”

“Of course. And you as well.”

“I think I’ll be fine.”

“You almost got beaten by a fifteen year old girl.”

He rolled his eyes. “That was just luck.”

“And you’re just not admitting defeat.” Serena walked to his side and patted his chest. “Be safe and have a good night!” With that, she strolled back towards the entrance of Beacon Hills Reserves.

“Thanks for the ride, Lydia,” Serena said slinging her backpack over her shoulders.

Lydia checked herself out in her side mirrors before flipping a strand of her strawberry-blonde curls behind her. “No problem. We didn’t want you coming in one of those dingy school buses on the first day back.”

“But I don’t ride the bus?”

“Oh still, we don’t want to ruin our image.”

“You mean your image.”

“Exactly. Now, come on.” Lydia stuck out her arm for Serena to loop her own arm through and the two of them walked to the front of the school.

While passing by Serena noticed two old faces standing by and talking. One with a buzz cut and the other with shaggy hair. Scott and Stiles. She would already hear Stiles’ voice excitedly go off about something while Scott stood with the same lop-sided smile on his face. As they were passing by, she barely heard Stiles make a comment about Lydia not even paying much attention to her. If only she could punched that stupid smile off of his face.

Serena loves Lydia like her own sister but my god she despises Stiles for being head over heels for her. She never forgave him for what he did to her.

First period was English, and of course she had to have the same class with them. She sat right of Scott while Stiles sat behind and diagonally from his own best friend. Before class started, Scott had shot her a smile earning him one back.

“As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night,” the teacher began.

Serena's eyes shot wide open. A body? Laura’s body?

“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

The groan of students was evident that nobody wanted to read the syllabus but the teacher chose to ignore it anyways. Before class could continue, the door opened and the vice principal walked in with a pretty young girl in tow. She shyly looked around.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.”

A crease appeared between Serena’s brow. She wasn’t sure what caused the confused reaction but she was sure she heard the name before, but where? The vice principal left the room as Allison made her way to the empty seat behind Scott.

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis, on page one thirty-three,” the teacher said. Serena did what was told and began to zone out.

“There’s a new girl in school. Her name is Allison Argent, quite pretty too.” Serena met up with Lydia by her locker after the day ended.

“And you’re telling me because?”

Serena playfully rolled her eyes. “Because I think she’s nice and she could use a few friends. You’re the most popular girl in the school, why not say hi?” Just then, dark curly locks caught her eye at the end of the hallway. She nudged her friend. “Her. That’s Allison.” Lydia took a few seconds inspecting the girl like some juicy prey out in the wild. She could hear a slight hum coming out of her.

“Let’s go,” Lydia announced, shutting her locker and clicking her boots away to the shy new girl.

Serena followed suit behind the determined girl but halted when she noticed Scott and Stiles opposite of Allison’s locker. Usually, their presence didn’t faze her but the way Scott froze in place made her question what he was doing. He was already odd to begin with but not that odd to stare from afar. She told herself not to listen to their own conversation and turned back to Lydia and Allison.

“You know Serena, right?” Lydia nudged her forward.

“Oh yeah, we have English together,” Allison said.

“Lucky you. You have one of the smartest kids in your classes.”

Serena scoffed. “I’m not that smart.”

“Says the one who’s dad is literally an English professor at UCLA.”

A small burst of air whizzed past and someone wrapped their arms around Lydia’s small waist. “Hey Jackson.” She turned around and gave the handsome lacrosse player a kiss. “So, this weekend, there’s a party.”

“A party?” Allison asked.

“Yeah, Friday night,” Jackson confirmed.

“You should come! It’ll be fun,” Serena added.

Allison shrugged. “Uh, I can’t. It’s family night this Friday. Thanks for asking.”

Jackson furrowed his brows. “You sure? Everyone’s going after the scrimmage.”

“You mean like football?”

Everyone chuckled except for Allison.

“Football’s a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We’ve won the state championship for the past three years.”

Lydia brushed at his gelled hair. “Because of a certain team captain.”

Serena didn’t want to be one to correct her saying Jackson was only a sophomore making it possible that he only had one state championship under his belt. Then again, she knew Lydia was smart enough to know and this whole thing was an act.

“Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don’t have anywhere else--”

“Well, I was going to--”

Lydia gripped a cuff of Allison’s jacket. “Perfect, you’re coming!” Lydia gestured for Serena to follow behind and she was going to until she noticed Scott’s vacant stare in their direction. She politely waved but when Stiles made eye contact with her she immediately dropped her hand and glared right back.

She turned her heel and marched with the group. The last thing she heard was Stiles’ saying “She’s still mad?”

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serpentlifeonlylife · 5 years

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Meet the Wilders Pt 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Summary: When the Black Hood is finally killed Riverdale thought they'd finally get some peace. But when a new family moves into town a few of its residents aren't prepared for how the family will turn their lives upside down. And when the Black Hood returns along with a new murderer how will they affect this new family? Meet the Wilders . . . and their secrets.

Chapter Summary: The Serpents finally meet their new English teacher and Cheryl rubs Rose the wrong way

Warnings: fluff, swearing. Cheryl bashing (she’ll get better)

Pairings: Sweet Pea x OC, POSSIBLE Sweet Pea x OC x Fangs, Kevin x OC, Choni, Bughead, Varchie.

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Calvin was in a great mood. So far all his classes had gone on swimmingly. Most of the students had been polite and respectful. Of course he had a few troublemakers, but they had been easily dealt with. And when the classes had all seen the way he taught they all had taken a quick liking to him. Now it was time for Rose and Alfie's class, and he was excited to see them and see how they were faring.

Calvin was talking to sweet Ethel, an intelligent girl he could tell off the bat, when his children filed in. His heart swelled when he saw them grinning with three other teenagers.

“Ah, if it isn't my lovely children,” Calvin grinned, getting to his feet and walking to stand in front of his desk. His grin widened when Rose took a seat next to Ethel, the girls exchanging smiles. He was hoping they'd become friends when they were first introduced to the girl. “How is school going so far?”

“Oh, you know, same staring, same questions. But it's not too bad. Some pompous jerk already tried to pet Sampson without permission,” Alfie said as he sat behind Ethel, shooting her a smile. Sweet Pea took the seat behind Rose, Fangs behind him, and Toni behind Alfie.

Calvin laughed. “I'm sure you didn't like that, did you?” he said to Sampson, who wagged his tail happily as Calvin pet his head.

“He growled and had the boy scared,” Rose laughed.

“Good boy.” Calvin shot Rose a concerned look. “The boy didn't give you too much trouble, did he?”

“Nothing Alfie couldn't handle,” Rose shrugged, taking out her books.

Calvin nodded at Alfie. “Good boy.”

“Woof,” Alfie said flatly, causing the others to laugh.

Calvin smiled at them all. “And who are your friends?”

“Oh, this is Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni. They're part of the Southside group that transferred here,” Alfie explained.

“Ah,” Calvin said, taking them in. He took notice of the cautious expressions, as if they were waiting for him to judge them. He was immediately filled with sadness and disappointment, knowing that that must often be the reaction they receive. “I heard you guys haven't had the easiest time here.”

“That's an understatement,” Fangs said.

“Yeah, well, in this classroom if anyone has something to say about you or where you come from they can leave. I won't tolerate it in this classroom.”

They all grinned, happy to finally have an adult on their side.

Sweet Pea looked at Alfie and said, “Your dad is cool.”

“And don't you ever forget it,” Calvin winked. The room started to fill up as the final bell rang. “Hello, ladies and gents,” he said loud enough to gain everyone's attention and make them quiet down. “As you are all aware, I am your new English teacher seeing as your old one was arrested for possession of child pornography.”

Rose face palmed at his bluntness. Surprised laughs and gasps were heard around the room. She looked back at Alfie, who wore a shit eating grin.

Calvin grinned. “Oh, come on. We all know why he left, why am I going to hide it? He was a sick bastard, agreed?”

“Agreed,” chorused the amused classroom.

“Great. Now luckily for you, I am not into any of that, or any criminal activity. So I will be here for the rest of the year, hopefully longer,” Calvin said happily. “So, a little bit about me; my name is Calvin Wilder. I'm thirty six years young,” there were whoops and whistles around the room and Calvin grinned wider “Why thank you. I am a single dad of four children. My two lovely sixteen year olds right in front of me,” Rose blushed and looked down while Alfie waved to the class, “a fourteen year old boy who is a Freshman, and an eight year old boy. We've lived all over America due to my job moving me around. Before coming here I was a sought after English professor, teaching at one college to the next. Finally, after making quite a living, I decided it was time to settle down and here we are.”

Everyone stared at him, taking in all the information he quickly threw at them.

“Now, in my classroom I have one rule, and one proposition. Are you ready?” he asked, and they all nodded. “First the rule; you respect me, and I will respect you. This class will be a lot of discussion between me and you guys, but there will be moments when I give a lecture or am showing you something on the board. When those times come I need your full attention on me and me only. That means no talking with your friends and no phones. If you can give me your respect, then you have mine. Good?”

Everyone nodded, understanding the rule.

Calvin smiled. “Good. Now my proposition. I want to make you a deal.” He paused, letting the suspense grow. Rose rolled her eyes at him and his dramatics, which Calvin caught. He winked at her before turning back to the class. “If everyone in this class does their homework from now until the end of the year, then come the last day of school I will take you all out to an expensive dinner and pay for whatever you want.”

Immediately excited chatter filled the room, and Calvin smirked. “And I mean every student. If just one student doesn't hand in an assignment on time, you lose, and you don't get the dinner. The exception is if you're sick, but the assignment must be in when you come back. Deal?”

Immediately the room was filled with loud ‘YES's, everyone excited and determined.

“Alright, then let's get to what you'll be reading this semester.” Picking up a box from the floor he reached in and pulled out piles of books. He gave each row a stack and told them to pass them back. “Frank Miller; The Dark Knight Returns.”

“This is Batman. We're reading a comic book?” Sweet Pea asked in disbelief.

“Future Batman,” Calvin corrected. “And yes, we are.”

“What's the difference?” someone asked from the back.

“This story is a continuation based on an original series of characters. Do you guys know what that means?” he asked, leaning back against his desk.

“Yes,” they all chorused, amused.

“Um,” Ethel started hesitantly. “Aren't you supposed to teach us the important books?”

“Shush, Ethel,” a boy hurriedly said from the side, causing Ethel to shrink in her seat.

“No, none of that. Every question and every opinion about what I am teaching is allowed in this class,” Calvin said, making the boy look down abashedly. Calvin looked at Ethel and smiled kindly. “This graphic novel was as important to its style of literature as any book you can think of.”

“What's it about?” Ethel asked.

Calvin's smile widened. “I'm glad you asked. It's about a world that's become so tough that batman fights superman,” he said incredulously, as if he couldn't believe it. He then smiled at them all. “You guys will tell me why he does that.”

“So, you're going to start by teaching us a comic book, Mr. Wilder?” Fangs asked excitedly. Rose smiled. In a way he was a lot like Lix.

Judging by Calvin's fond smile as he looked at Fangs, he thought the same. “Well, we're going to start by you not calling me Mister anything. In this class we're equals. Well, we're equals, but I have the power to give you detention should I need to.” Everyone chuckled at this. “Call me Calvin. Except for you two, I'm still dad to y'all,” he said, pointing at his kids, causing everyone to laugh again.

Fangs raised his hand. “Calvin?”

“Yes?” Calvin answered happily.

Fangs shrugged. “I just wanted to see if it would work.” The class laughed, his friends rolling their eyes at him.

Calvin chuckled. “Fangs,” he said with a nod.

Fangs grinned. “You know my name?”

“Well, I was just introduced to you a few minutes ago,” Calvin laughed, causing Fangs to blush lightly in embarrassment. “But I know all of your names. I make it my job to know the students I'm teaching.”

They all smiled, content for once in a classroom.

“Toni, stop me right now,” Sweet Pea suddenly said.

Toni looked at him, confused. “Stop you from what?”

“From liking him,” he said, pointing at Calvin, who looked very amused. “I can't like a teacher, Toni. I'm Sweet Pea.”

Toni rolled her eyes at his dramatics while those around him laughed.

“Hello, Sweet Pea,” Calvin said. “How are you today?”

Sweet Pea shrugged. “I'm okay.”

“Tell me Sweet Pea, what kind of motorcycle do you drive?” Calvin asked.

“1800CC twin cam, fat bob fuel tank, wide glide,” he answered immediately. “Wait, how do you know I drive a motorcycle?”

“Because I saw you drive in on it this morning,” Calvin grinned. “And it's your phone case. You very obviously have an appreciation.”

Sweet Pea looked down at the phone that was peeking out from his shirt pocket, half of the case visible. He looked back up at his teacher. “So?” he asked curiously.

Calvin shrugged with a smile. “I'm getting to know one of my students.” Sweet Pea just stared at him, not knowing how to react to a teacher taking interest in something about him. “I want to get to know all of you. So that brings me to your first assignment. First off, I want you to read the first twenty pages of this book. You can read more if you'd like to, but we'll discuss the first twenty pages tomorrow. Second is a written assignment.”

Out of the same box he pulled out the comic books he pulled out notebooks and handed them out to the rows to pass back.

“These are your journals. Every Monday I will give you a writing assignment. Every Friday I will collect the journals. The only people who will read what you write are myself, you, and whoever you show it to. Most times I will give you a topic to write about. If I don’t, you are free to write about anything your heart desires. But these journals are due back to me every Friday with at least a full page filled out. Every Friday at the beginning of class I will ask anyone if they would like to read what they wrote out loud. If no one wants to that is completely fine, I will not force anyone to read anything they do not wish to. If someone does wish to read out loud I expect everyone to give them the respect that you would want. For the most part of the year these journals and reading will be your only assignments.”

Most of the class cheered at this, causing him to grin.

“Okay, okay, settle down. So your first writing assignment,” Calvin began, and immediately everyone quieted. “I want you to write about yourself. It could be about you personally, or something you love to do, or something you love in general, something you hate, an experience you went through, anything. Anything that tells me a little about who you are. So, Rose here might write about her love of music, or Sweet Pea might write about motorcycles, or Fangs might write about-”

“His love of Twizzlers?” Sweet Pea joked, causing Fangs to kick the back of his chair, though he was laughing with everyone else.

Calvin chuckled. “Sure. This journal is your canvas. Fill it. And everything in it will be our little secret.”

The bell rang, and they all groaned.

Calvin grinned. “As happy as I am that you all are enjoying my class, it is time for lunch. Now be gone and leave a man with his turkey sandwich and cape cod chips!”

They all laughed and shouted their farewells as they excitedly headed off to lunch.

“So? How'd I do?” Calvin asked his kids as they stayed behind with their new friends.

“I'm pretty sure you just made us the kids with the cool dad,” Alfie laughed.

“Mission complete then,” Calvin grinned, bringing Rose into a side hug.

“I can't believe Mr. Weatherbee is letting you teach us about comic books,” Toni said.

“Oh, he doesn't know,” Calvin laughed, and they all looked at him incredulously. “I'm sure he'll hear about it soon. And when he does talk to me about it I'll persuade him to see things from my point of view.”

“You're very good at that,” Rose commented.

“Oh, I know,” Calvin smirked. “As much as I love you guys a man has to eat. So go on down to lunch and I will see you two after school.”

“See you, Pops,” Alfie said, walking towards the door. Rose kissed her father's cheek before following after them, excitedly talking to Ethel, who had also stayed behind.

Calvin smiled as he watched them leave. Finally, he thought. A chance at normalcy.

xxXxx

“Your dad is probably the best teacher we've ever had,” Toni said as they all sat down at one of the empty tables in the cafeteria with their lunches.

Rose noticed that Ethel was hesitating by the table looking unsure. “What's wrong, Ethel?”

She looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh, um . . . I-I just wasn't sure if, you know, um-”

“Sit down, Ethel,” Fangs laughed lightly, moving over to make room on the end. “You're cool.”

Ethel smiled shyly, her face becoming beat red. She sat beside him, and he grinned at her happily.

“I can't wait to go home and do my homework,” Sweet Pea said casually. His hand that was holding a few chips paused halfway to his mouth. “What. Is. Happening?” he asked with wide eyes.

The group all laughed at him.

“Hello!” Lix said happily as he suddenly appeared beside their table. Everyone besides Rose and Alfie jumped in surprise.

“You get used to it after a while,” Alfie chuckled. “How's it going, little man?”

“Still not little, and great!” Lix said without missing a beat. “Dad is everyone's favorite teacher, which immediately made me super popular with people. I made some friends too! There's Cam, he's super chill. Real quiet in like a ‘I hate talking to people’ way, but we're partners in Biology, so he has to talk to me. But he likes me seeing as we have a lot in common. Then there's Kira, this real pretty blonde that's a sick skateboarder. She talks almost as much as me. We're all going to join robotics together. I also joined a bunch of clubs this morning, like-”

“Lix breathe!” Alfie and Rose both said. Lix immediately stopped his excited rambling and took in a deep breath.

Afterwards he laughed. “Thanks. Sometimes I forget to do that.”

“We know,” they laughed.

“Guys, meet our little brother, Felix,” Alfie said.

“Everyone calls me Lix,” Felix said with a big grin.

“You're so cute,” Toni smiled.

“Why, thank you. You're pretty beautiful yourself,” Lix winked, looking more like a cheesy dork than charming.

“You sitting with us?” Alfie asked.

“Nah, Cam is waiting for me. And I'm staying after school for mathletes, so I'll see you guys at dinner,” Lix said. He waved happily before walking away.

He was barely gone a second when a skinny redheaded girl popped in front of their table with a large fake smile. Sweet Pea groaned in annoyance and threw his sandwich down in aggravation.

“Hello newbies, allow me to welcome you to Riverdale High. My name is Cheryl Blossom, captain of the Riverdale Vixens cheer squad. You guys are all the new talk of the school,” she said very quickly and with a lot of spunk.

“So we've heard,” Alfie said, exchanging a glance with Rose.

“As you guys are new here and figuring out exactly where you belong, I feel it's my duty as a leading figure to warn you of the type of people you should avoid. For example, the Southside Serpents,” Cheryl continued just as cheerfully.

“Here we go,” Sweet Pea said, glaring heavily at the redhead.

“Such as your three table mates here. Hanging out with the likes of them will bring you nothing but social out-casting. If you want to be anything in this school I suggest you find new friends. And Ethel, I expected better of you.”

When Ethel looked down at her hands Rose immediately felt angry at this girl for making her feel as if she did something wrong. Alfie scoffed in disgust. “I think we can determine our friends for ourselves, thanks,” he snapped. Cheryl's eyes widened slightly at his tone.

“And I think we just determined that you will never be a friend of ours,” Rose said, glaring. “You come over here with your ‘holier than thou’ attitude, acting as if your better than us all. You insult my friends, and yes, they are my friends, for the simple fact that they come from the other side of town. It's disgusting. Most of this school is disgusting. Everyone should realize that every single person in this school is a human being. Judging someone just because of where they come from is wrong. Where they come from doesn't define who they are, and I think everyone needs to pull their heads out of their own ignorant asses and realize that!”

By the end of her rant Rose was panting heavily and most of the cafeteria was now staring at her with wide eyes. Rose shrunk a little, not realizing she had become so loud.

Cheryl scowled. “Calm down, Dr. King. I came over here to help you.”

“Well, all you did was make me angry and give me a headache. So take your nasty advice, shove it up your ass, and get the hell away from me,” Rose spat.

Cheryl glared at the table as a whole before sashaying away. She snapped her fingers as she passed her table and her whole squad scurried out of their seats to follow her out of the cafeteria.

Rose looked up to see the whole table looking at her in surprise. “What?”

“If you ever tell me you aren't capable of defending yourself again, I will literally slap you,” Alfie said with a light chuckle.

“You totally shut her down and shut her up,” Sweet Pea said, impressed. “I've been wanting to shut her up since I met her, but if I go at her the way you did I'd just look aggressive and mean.”

“Yeah, well, if she makes any more snide comments about you guys again I will gladly put her in her place over and over again,” Rose said vehemently, crossing her arms. She caught Sweet Pea smiling down at her, and hid her blush.

“That was amazing!” Josie beamed as she and Kevin scurried over to their table. “I mean, Cheryl is one of my friends, but even I know she needs to be taken down a peg.”

“Many pegs,” Kevin smiled. “I'm Kevin Keller.”

“And I'm Josie McCoy. Welcome to Riverdale High,” she said kindly.

“Thanks. I'm Rose and this is my brother, Alfie,” Rose said.

“Pleasure,” Alfie said, giving Kevin an appreciative look. Rose was the only one besides Kevin, who was now blushing, to catch it. She rolled her at him, which he responded to with a wink. “Why don't you guys join us?”

“Gladly,” Josie said, and she and Kevin shuffled onto the bench beside Alfie and Ethel. “So, let's get the typical questions out of the way. Where are you guys from?”

“I think the real question is where aren't we from,” Alfie laughed. “Most recently we're from California.”

“How do you go from California to the small town if Riverdale?” Kevin asked.

“You hang a map on the wall, throw a dart at it, and bam, here we are,” Rose grinned. “When you've been everywhere it's hard to find new places, so we just winged it.”

“And you ended up picking the craziest town there is,” Josie said, shaking her head sympathetically.

Rose raised an eyebrow. “You mean the Jason Blossom thing?”

“So you heard about that,” Kevin said. “Yeah, but that's old news now. Now we have the Black Hood.”

Alfie and Rose exchanged confused glances. “The Black Hood?” Alfie asked curiously. Lix hadn't said anything about this ‘Black Hood’.

“He was a new murderer,” Ethel said, her tone shaky. “Tried to kill our friend's dad in our local diner a few weeks ago. Ever since then he was on a terror scheme. He killed one of our old teachers, sent anonymous letters to the newspaper, threatened the town, and tried to bury Archie Andrews, the friend I mentioned, alive.”

“Luckily my dad got there in time and shot him when he tried to escape,” Kevin added. “He's the sheriff,” he said at their questioning looks.

“So . . . he's gone?” Rose asked hopefully.

“Well, we think so, but Archie thinks there might be multiple ones,” Josie said.

“Yeah, well, Andrews has a few screws loose in that big head of his,” Sweet Pea said vehemently.

Rose looked at him in surprise with the amount of hate that was in his tone. “I take it you don't like him?”

Fangs barked out a laugh. “That's an understatement.”

Sweet Pea glared at him. “No, I don't particularly like Riverdale's golden boy. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he vandalized the Southside and pointed a gun in my face.”

“He what?” Rose said, outraged. “A teenager did that? What is up with this place?”

“Just when we thought we were going to have normal lives,” Alfie chuckled, throwing a carrot in his mouth.

“He’s not that bad,” Kevin reassured, ignoring Sweet Pea’s scoff. “Sometimes when he thinks he’s doing the right thing he can get carried away. He was just really determined to find the man that shot his father and put an end to him.”

“I still don’t see how that leads to pointing a gun in Sweet Pea’s face,” Rose said with a raised eyebrow. Sweet Pea grinned at the undertone of anger in her voice, which also made Kevin and Josie shift uncomfortably.

“I told him to get the hell out of our side of the town and he didn’t like that,” Sweet Pea said with a smug grin as he watched Rose’s expression become adorably angry.

“Okay, we’re not excusing what he’s done,” Josie said sincerely. “We’re just saying that he’s not usually like that. He’s actually very sweet.”

“Hm,” Rose said, unimpressed. “I guess we shall see.”

Surprisingly Josie grinned. “I love your no nonsense attitude girl. It’s about time we had another strong, colored woman at this school.”

“What about me?” Toni asked, feigning insult. “I’m strong, and colored, and a woman.”

Josie laughed while Rose grinned. “That you are, girl. Soon we’ll have enough to start a club,” she laughed.

“SCWR; Strong Colored Woman of Riverdale. We’ll rule this place, just you wait,” Rose smiled. The girls all laughed while the boys shared wary looks.

“We’re in trouble if this one ever rules anything,” Alfie joked, motioning to his sister. Rose just smiled, not arguing.

“Same with this one,” Fangs said, nudging Toni.

“Josie as well,” Kevin laughed, and Josie stuck her tongue out.

Rose looked around as everyone joked and laughed together for the remainder of lunch. She hasn’t been surrounded by a bunch of kids her age like this for a long time, not since she was little. It felt good to feel normal again. To not have to isolate herself because she knew making friends would lead to nothing but sorrow. To be surrounded by people and laugh and have a good time with no worries of having to leave them behind one day. She felt happy.

Her eyes connected with those of a smiling Alfie, and she just knew he was thinking the same.

They were home.

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banditthewriter · 6 years

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Teach Me Something - Billy Russo

Prompt: Hey Bandit! Could you write AU with Billy and Reader being professors at college where everyone (students, other professors, even every single barista at the coffee shop on campus) ships them and waits when they'll finally get together? Prompter: Anonymous

This was fun to write. I hope you like it!

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***** The lobby was full of professors trying to catch some relaxation between classes. Most of them would usually stay in their offices if they had another class coming up, but then they'd miss the show. One o'clock on the dot, the door opened and Billy Russo walked in. He was the resident dream boat professor. He taught various history and military classes and no one but him was surprised by the number of females in those classes. Then there was Y/N who was currently sitting on one of the couches and reading over some papers. You taught some of the most in depth English classes and had your fair share of fans in the student body. All of the professors waited for Billy to notice Y/N. Once he did, he lit up and made his way over to you. He hovered for a moment before he sat down next to you, nudging your arm and grabbing one of the papers to skim. When nothing else happened, there was almost an audible groan. Money exchanged hands and the professors that lost the daily pool decided that extreme measures might have to be taken. ------ You were closing up shop for the evening, your last class having left thirty minutes before. Once your classroom was closed and locked, you walked up the flight of stairs to check your office. You were one of the lucky few that had your classes in the same building as your office. And then there were people like Billy who had his classes on the same floor as his office. That was just unfair, but you weren't going to hold it against him. Not too strongly at least. Speaking of Billy. "Free at last?" You smiled over at Billy as he was locking his office door. After checking to make sure that yours was locked and the lights were off, you leaned against the wall and made a show of wiping imaginary sweat from your brow. "My students are putting me through the ringer. You know my last class actually asked for more homework? Who does that?" Billy laughed and gestured for you to walk ahead of him. He was always very aware of his surroundings; part of his military training, you assumed. "Whereas I have a bunch of people who can't tell you the difference between a Marine and a guy wearing a uniform. I'm trying to teach them about military strategy in World War II and they are asking about my turn serving." "It's interesting," you defended as you both started towards the stairs. Neither of you preferred taking the elevator for various reasons. "How many other professors have a military background and a degree in teaching? You're like a unicorn to them." "That's exactly the image I want to portray," he joked as you both turned on the landing to the next staircase. You were laughing and missed a step, starting to tilt and turn. A pair of arms were wrapped around your waist and kept you up but not before you twisted your ankle a bit. "Ow ow ow," you complained as you tried to put weight on it. "Thank you for the save because that could have been worse, but ow ow ow." He frowned and walked you backwards until your back hit the wall. There was a moment of tension before he knelt down next to your feet, lifting your foot and inspecting your ankle. Your breath was coming out in bursts at his nearness. Your friendship with Billy had come from being in close quarters, but that didn't make you immune to his looks and general effect. There was a reason his classes were some of the most popular on campus and to his credit, it wasn't just because he was an amazing teacher. "It's not sprained at least," he said as he continued to move your foot this way and that. His other hand was holding your calf, thumb rubbing against your skin as he did so. "Probably just a bit twisted. Let's see if you can put any weight on it now." He released your leg and stood up. As you leaned forward to put weight on it, it buckled a bit and you fell forward into his arms once more. Not a bad place to be. "I can carry you down the stairs," he said as he looked down the stairwell. At your rushed objection, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow. "You gonna hop all the way down three flights of stairs because you sure as hell can't walk 'em." So that was how you ended up in a bridal carry down the rest of the stairs, your bag on your stomach. The pictures that the students posted were just rude. Even if you may have saved one in your phone. ------ Word spread that Billy and Y/N were coming to the cafeteria so all of the workers were on pins and needles. After those pictures from the week before circled around, everyone had to wonder if they'd be waiting too much longer for the two of you to finally get your heads out of your asses. Soon enough Billy was there to hold the door open for you. People watched as you both moved through the lines, grabbing some food and then moving over to the table you usually sat at. A moment of holding their breath, everyone waited to see if either one of you would make your move. When all you did was eat, sighs and groans were spread as money exchanged hands once more. This was getting ridiculous. ------ "Y/N," came a soft voice, penetrating into your dream state. A hand was on your arm, lightly shaking you, and you sighed as you looked up. Billy was smiling down at you and he gestured to the window. "It's late." You followed his gesture and then groaned when you saw the night sky. You scrubbed a hand across your face and yawned as you sat up. "Ugh, I fell asleep while grading." You checked that you hadn't drooled on the pages and then turned to look up at Billy with a frown. "Why did I give so much homework?" "They asked for it. Literally in this case," he added as he grabbed your jacket and held it out for you. "Come on, you need to get out of this office and off this campus." You sighed but let him help you put the jacket on. Then you looked at him and smiled as he gathered your stuff. "Let's get you home. They won't mind if you're a day late on grading their papers." He put his hand on the small of your back as you directed you out of the office, locking it up behind you, and towards the elevator. He wasn't taking any chances this time. ------ Students whispered as they watched Billy lead Y/N out of the building. You were half asleep on your feet, swaying into him constantly. He paused next to your car before he led you to his car, helping you into the passenger seat. Was he taking you home? You looked exhausted so it was a good thing that you weren't driving, but it set the tongues off. Was he just going to drop you off and leave or would he make sure you got settled? The students started to text each other and even some TAs or professors that they were closer to, informing everyone of the new development. This would make tomorrow's pool interesting. ------ The next day you were at your favorite table in the cafeteria while you read a book. Going home and resting had been a good idea and your classes didn't seem to mind that you hadn't finished grading their papers. Professors and students greeted you while you read but no one actually tried to infringe on your alone time. The only one that did was Billy as he came up to you. He put his hand on your shoulder and you looked up at him and smiled. "I'll be late coming home tonight," he said as he squeezed your shoulder. "I've got to help a friend move some stuff." He bent down and gave you a kiss, smiling as he pulled back. There was nothing but silence, not even the sound of eating. Both of you looked around curiously and saw every pair of eyes on the two of you. You looked up at Billy and shrugged a shoulder as if to say you had no idea what was going on. "They didn't realize we were married," he said as he tapped his ringless hand. You looked down at your own ringless hand and then looked up at him in surprise. "Hey, it was your decision not to be too open with our relationship at work." He bent down and kissed you again, turning to look at the room as a whole with a grin. "Whoever had today in the pool is a lucky bastard," he joked as he squeezed your shoulder and took off out of the cafeteria. It left you alone and you smiled with a shrug at the many people that were still staring. Slowly the conversations started back up, money exchanging hands quietly, and you smiled down at your book. And Billy said that you were the dramatic one in the relationship.

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deathofamockingbird · 6 years

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/F

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Relationship: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan

Characters: Emma Swan, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Additional Tags: Swan Queen Week, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting

Language: English

“Emma? Emma?”

Blinking against the harsh light of the sun, the blonde groaned, bringing her hands up to cover her eyes. There was something not quite right about Regina’s voice, but at the moment, she couldn’t care less, her head throbbing and her body protesting any kind of movement as she sat up. Still, on the bright side- she still didn’t know when she became so optimistic- Regina didn’t sound half as angry as she’d expected, considering she’d caused yet another small explosion.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She managed to get out, as she laid back against the grass, willing her headache to go away. Maybe if she apologized enough, Regina would magic it away.

Before she could say anything else, she felt a pair of soft lips on her own, a hand coming up to stroke her cheek.

Eyes shooting open, Emma could barely believe what was happening as her mind tried to piece together what she was experiencing. Maybe it was all a dream? It wouldn’t be the first time she’d dreamed of Regina kissing her, after all. Yet, there was something decidedly real about this, that definitely distinguished it from her dreams in the past.

Sensing the blonde’s confusion, Regina- but like, younger?- pulled away, a look of embarrassment on her face as she sat back on her heels, leaning away slightly. Almost on instinct, Emma’s hand shot out, catching the brunette’s hand before she could get too far.

Once people seemed to realize she was okay, the crowd surrounding them began to disperse, leaving only Regina, who was kneeling by her side, and Ruby, who was standing and looking guilty, both of whom were wearing bright red and gold robes. Robes, she realized, that she too was wearing.

“Sorry, Em. I wasn’t expecting you to fly in front of me like that.”

Still not entirely sure what was happening, Emma forced a smile, “No, Rubes, it’s fine. I’m okay, really.”

“Okay.” Nodding hesitantly, Ruby gave another apologetic smile, “Next time we go to Hogsmeade, I’ll treat you to a firewhisky.”

“Um, sure, sounds great.”

After another few exchanges, Emma finally managed to shoo the other girl away, insisting she would be okay and Regina assuring her that she’d take care of her. Of course, that earned a suggestive joke from the other girl- Emma assumed she must be a Beater, based on the heavy looking bat in her hand- before she hurried back off to practice.

As the two remaining women sat in silence, Emma became more aware of their linked hands as her mind put everything together. Something must have happened, because she was fairly certain she’d fallen into the pages of the Harry Potter books Henry had absolutely been devouring over the last few months.

“Emma? Are you really okay?”

Regina’s voice was soft, almost hesitant as she spoke, still not making eye contact with Emma. “I know you wanted to take things slowly, but when I saw you I was so worried. That bludger hit you right in the back of the head and I could only kind of cushion your fall.” She paused, her eyes nervous as she finally looked at the blonde, “I just didn’t want anything to happen to you before we’d even kissed.”

Swallowing thickly, Emma nodded. “It’s- I mean- I don’t mind, Regina. But I- I don’t think I’m the Emma you think I am.”

Furrowing her brow, Regina tilted her head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I- uh- I’m not from here. At least, I don’t think I am. This-” She gestured around her, before setting on the enormous castle behind them, “This looks like something from out of a book our son likes reading.”

“Our son? Emma, we’re barely sixteen. We don’t have a son.” Regina said with a laugh, before backtracking slightly at the other woman’s stoic expression. “I mean, I don’t think I would be opposed later on down the line, but we’ve barely been dating longer than a few weeks.”

Emma’s mind was reeling as she took in this new information. What the hell was going on? Ten minutes ago she was standing in the forest outside of Storybrooke with a grown Regina who was barely her friend trying to learn how to learn some inane piece of magic or another. But now, supposedly, she was a teenager again sprawled out after apparently getting hurt during a quidditch practice at Hogwarts, with a teenaged Regina telling her that they’re dating?

“Emma?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just- I’m not really sure what’s going on. I’m just- I really don’t think I’m from here.”

Regina’s face fell, and she pulled her hand back again, crossing her hands over her stomach in a move that was so Regina, her mouth pulled into a firm line. “Okay, let’s go talk to Professor Gold. He might know something about this.”

“Gold?”

“He’s the Headmaster. He knows everything about, well, pretty much everything. So if someone can help, it’s probably him.” She replied, getting to her feet, before holding her hand out to help Emma up.

Nodding with a look of uncertainty on her face, she took the other woman’s hand, deciding to trust that this world’s Regina was the same as her own and knew the best course of action. When the brunette attempted to take her hand back, Emma only held on tighter, unwilling to let go of the one thing grounding her at the moment.

The walk to the castle was mostly quiet, with Regina answering whatever questions Emma came up with about this new reality.

“We’ve known each other for years, now. Since the first day of school when I was placed in Gryffindor and subsequently disowned by my mother. We’ve been best friends ever since and, well, I’ve had a crush on you for almost as long. So when you said you liked me too, we went to Hogsmeade together- like on a date, together- and that was maybe two weeks ago.” Regina paused, biting her bottom lip, “So if you’re not my Emma, where is she?”

Emma didn’t have an answer, and was met with a sigh in return, the rest of their walk completely quiet. Her mind was wandering as she turned to look at this Regina, thoughts that she’d locked away about the other woman years prior coming back to the surface. Maybe this was a good thing. If Gold couldn't help, and she was trapped here forever, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Her jaw practically dropped as they arrived in front of a large statue of an eagle, and Regina spoke- what must have been the password- as a moment later, it shifted to reveal a grand looking spiral staircase. Following her lead, Emma stayed close to the brunette, walking up the stair carefully.

“Miss Mills, Miss Swan. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?”

Emma froze as she stared at Gold, dressed in long black robes, his eyes piercing and dark, yet considerably more friendly than she’d ever seen them before. Moreover, Regina seemed more relaxed now than she had the entire walk over, which surprised her.

“There was an accident out on the pitch, Professor, and Emma seems to be, well, confused, I guess.”

As both sets of eyes fell on her, Emma gave a nervous wave. “ Um, hi, Mr. Gold.”

“An accident, Miss Mills?” He asked, his gaze unwavering as he stared at her.

“Yes, sir. She seems to think that she’s not from here. As in, this, uh, reality, I suppose you might say.”

“I see.”

Emma couldn’t stand the silence as they both looked at her without saying anymore, and she finally managed to force her words out. “I’m from a town called Storybrooke and I’m not sixteen, I’m thirty two and Regina is a grown woman and we have a son Henry and you’re the Dark One and you own a pawn shop but also the entire town and I’m very confused about how I ended up in the world of our son’s favorite book.”

Beside her, Regina looked confused and a little alarmed at her outburst as she looked from her to her professor and back. For his part, however, a knowing smile had appeared on Rumple’s as he stepped around his desk.

“Emma Swan, you always find yourself in the strangest trouble, don’t you?”

Guilt covered her face as she gave a slight shrug. “I guess I do.” She paused, “You can get me home, right?”

Before he could speak, Regina stepped forward, finally pulling her hand away from Emma’s. “Wait a second. If she’s not the real Emma, who is she? And where’s my Emma?”

Giving a wry smile, he held up a hand, “Do not worry, Ms. Mills. your Emma is just fine. Clearly, she just hit her head a little too hard. Why don’t you head back to the pitch, and I’ll return her to your care one I get her healed up.”

Regina looked uncertain as she her gaze flitted from her face, back to Gold’s, but she nodded a moment later, turning and exiting the room.

“Now that she’s gone, I believe we can speak frankly.”

Emma straightened her spine as he spoke, his previously friendly and inviting tone disappearing. “Can you help me or not.”

A familiar grin twisted his features and Emma felt a chill run down her spine.

“Of course I can, deary.”

“What’s the price?”

He leaned back against his desk, tapping his finger on his chin thoughtfully “I suppose you could just owe me a favor when you get home.”

Emma clenched her jaw, but forced herself to give an barely noticeable nod. While it was almost tempting to stay here, with this Regina, and live her life all over in this new world, she knew she would miss her real life- her family, her son, and her Regina.

He let out a manacle giggle, before clapping his hands. “Oh, you’re going to live this, Savior. Have you ever seen the Wizard of Oz?”

Realization dawned on her face, and Emma wanted to scream. “Seriously?!”

“Give it a try, Savior.”

Closing her eyes, Emma visualized home, ignoring how foolish she felt as she clicked her heels together. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”

It felt like everything and nothing, pushing and pulling on her for what felt like eternity and no time at all. And then her back suddenly hit the ground hard, forcing a cough from her as her breath was knocked from her lungs. Despite the ache in her bones and the pain radiating from the back of her skull, she couldn’t help the smile that came to her face as she heard a familiar voice calling for her.

“Emma!”

#swanqueenweek #its kind of ridiculous #oh well #and yess #theyre all gryffindors #bc i think young regina would have been a gryff

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