#classroom New Year décor

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🎉 Introducing Donut Co.'s Pre-School Play Set for The Sims! 🎉

Get ready to unleash a world of fun and learning with Donut Co.'s Pre-School Play Set! This isn't just a collection of toys, Simmers – it's a full-blown imagination explosion for your game! We're talking a whopping 26 new items, each more colorful and captivating than the last, ready to transform your Sims' world into a playground of endless possibilities.

Buckle up, because this is a wild ride of playfulness:

🏰 Dreamy Playhouses: These aren't your average forts – they're pint-sized palaces built from imagination-sparking blocks, just begging for tiny adventurers to explore their every nook and cranny. Watch as your Sim kids' creativity soars while they navigate secret hideaways, cozy corners, and magical rooms filled with endless storytelling potential.

🏠 Adorable Dollhouses: Every doll deserves a home as sweet as they are! These block-built dollhouses are bursting with charm and detail, perfect for inspiring hours of imaginative storytelling. Your Sims' children will delight in arranging furniture, hosting tea parties, and crafting elaborate tales within these enchanting little homes.

🌈 Decorative Block Towers: Sprinkle a touch of whimsy throughout your Sims' homes with these fun and funky block towers! From towering to toppling, these colorful creations are sure to add a playful touch to any room. Whether it's a centerpiece for a playroom or a quirky addition to a living space, these towers bring joy and vibrancy to every corner.

📚 Little Ones Reading Time Rugs: Make story time a snuggle-fest with our comfy rugs, now available in both "classroom clean" and "playtime messy" designs. We've got your back (and your floors!) covered. Your Sims will love gathering around for bedtime stories, building forts with these cozy rugs, and creating treasured memories with their little ones.

🚗 Build-Your-World Rugs: All aboard the nostalgia train! These detailed town rugs will transport your little ones to a world of imaginative play. Watch as they zoom toy cars down winding roads and create their own bustling communities. These rugs are perfect for playdates, family time, and solo adventures, making every moment magical.

🎨 A Rainbow of Fun: We're celebrating the joy of diversity with a burst of rainbow-bright colors! These playful hues aren't just a feast for the eyes – they're a reminder that every child is unique and special. Each blocky item comes in 2 rainbow-tastic versions! Rambunctious bright rainbow, and pretty pastel rainbow! Your Sims' homes will be vibrant, lively, and full of love with these beautiful additions. 🛡️ Safe and Sturdy: All of our blocks are made from soft, durable materials that are gentle on little hands and feet. Parents can relax knowing their Sim children are playing with toys that prioritize safety without compromising on fun. These blocks are built to withstand even the most enthusiastic play sessions, ensuring they remain a beloved part of your Sims' collection for years to come.

🎁 Ready to Play?: Donut Co.'s Pre-School Play Set is the ultimate gift for toddlers, preschoolers, and anyone who loves to let their imagination run wild. It's time to ditch the dull and embrace the extraordinary – the Pre-School Play Set is here to make playtime unforgettable!

Imagine the joy on your Sims' faces as they discover new ways to play, learn, and grow with this amazing collection. Transform your game and let the fun begin – Order Now and Let the Playtime Begin! 🌟

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There are 8 functional playhouses (Dream home decorator required), 8 functional dollhouses, 8 décor items, and 2 rugs. All ages can play with the dollhouses, toddlers and up can play with the playhouses. If you want a functional version of the decor, check out the add-on nesting block set! <3 

Dream home decorator is REQUIRED to use the playhouses, the merged file includes them automatically so if you do not have it - please use the unmerged files More image examples can be found on the patreon and curseforge!! (Links with download!) HUGE thank you goes out to @TaurusDesigns because they truly saved the day on this set. They worked with me alot to help me fix countless meshing errors, shadow problems, in game errors, ect. Taurus went out of their way to help me make sure this could be published, and it would mean alot if you could go check out their stuff because they definitely deserve it! @NicAtNite88 also helped me out with testing some items in game so i wanna give them a shoutout as well, you can find some of the photos they got for me in game in the add on set! <3 (All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar! All 24 items are New meshes, and have all shadows and LODs. There is a slight glitch in the shadows on a few objects, but it only occurs BEFORE placing them down in game. Once they are placed, they are perfectly fine! you can find examples in images! <3

Infants that can sit up can play with all dollhouse block items, toddlers and kids can play too! Most of my images have my reshade on - it changes the color minimally, so white may look a little off in photos, but in game it will look white/normal!! In images you can find the non-reshade example! <3 You can size them up and down using the bracket keys. [ ] <- these ones.  I personally, use the tool mod to size my items up and down, and specifically with these if you are wanting them to be "perfectly sized" i would recommend you grab the tool mod by twistedmexi! If you would like to use it in build-buy mode, you'll need BBB!) Re-colors, and using this item as a mesh/base is fully allowed! you can include the mesh, and do what you please with the item, as long as you link back to the original. There are posts for all of our cc on our main 3 platforms (Tumblr, curseforge, patreon. ), So there is no reason not to link back!

Will be releasing more content soon! stay tuned! ❤️ (NOT affiliated with EA or Maxis in any way! We just make CC! ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DOWNLOAD: Curseforge: https://legacy.curseforge.com/sims4/build-buy/donut-co-pre-school-play-set Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/106701233?pr=true Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Ob5Fu3GC1NCu_jMBLSTyXH5ppi1wBZT_/view?usp=drive_link @alwaysfreecc @mmfinds @taurusdesign

[kindasortawriting]

Jim Turner was looking forward to his next class. He stood just outside the door to the classroom hugging his briefcase to his chest and grinning.

He'd been teaching here for the better part of a decade, and nothing he’d encountered so far had been too much for him to deal with. Fights, excessive horseplay, the usual pranks on the teacher, cursing. The class clowns, the ones just getting by for the football team. This assignment was a good one, though. A younger class, fresher minds, a new start.

“Showtime, Jim,” he whispered to himself, pressing down the door’s handle with his elbow, “Give ‘em your best.” He pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped through.

“Hello, children!” He spoke loudly enough to overcome any chattering from his audience. He walked the few steps to the broken wooden desk at the front of the room and deposited his briefcase on the floor behind it.

“My name is Mr. Turner. I'll be your teacher for the first semester of this year.” He stepped towards the old-fashioned, well-used blackboard in the center of the front wall and, picking up a stub of dusty white chalk, scrawled his name in large, looping cursive. “I hope we can all get along and maybe learn a few things along the way. “

He turned back to face the room, smiling warmly. He had been assigned to better classrooms, but it certainly wasn't the worst. Standard issue desks, a few run-of-the-mill posters with motivational quotes – the one portraying a cartoon kitten doing a pull-up with the words ‘Hang in There!’ below it actually struck his funny bone – and the usual loudly ticking wall clock. Above all the décor one would expect in a classroom, though, were the rows and columns of smiling faces, and he was thrilled to see that these faces were doing just that.

“Wonderful! Now, I believe you had an assignment to complete over the summer. If you'd all be so kind as to place your completed assignments on your desks, I'll come by and pick them up.”

He started with the desk nearest to the door and made his way around the room, lifting two or three sheets of paper from the top of each desk as he walked by. He stumbled twice and nearly lost his balance entirely a third time as his bare left foot made contact with a lonely, crumbling brick. He laughed it off, shaking his head and waggling a finger at himself in mock beratement.

“Mr. Turner needs to be a little more careful, eh, kids?” He collected the final sheet of paper from the desk in the rear corner and made his way back to the front of the classroom. He winced, sucking air through his teeth sharply, as he nicked his left arm on a shard of broken glass jutting from a partially boarded-up window. “More careful. Careful. Easy does it.”

He tapped the collection of yellowed sheets against the top of his desk a few times, then laid the neat stack aside before turning back to his students, gazing at them with wide, bloodshot eyes.

“Now for the introductions! Who to start with first, hmm?”

The skull atop the skeleton sitting in the nearest desk lolled to the side. The rattling, creaking sound it made penetrated the silence and echoed throughout the room. He smiled, showcasing the few yellow stumps of teeth remaining in his blackened mouth.

“We already have a volunteer!” He giggled, jumping from one foot to the other.

“I think we're going to have a great semester. Don't you?”

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 21: February II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, fem!reader, both reader and levi being anxious over silly things ✧ word count ➼ ~5.1k

“Happy Valentine’s Day?”

You blinked at and raised your eyebrow at your vice president and his drastic change of behavior compared to the year before.

“What happened to you barging in here and shouting at the top of your lungs?”

“I have matured!” Oluo announced, with an authentic look of pride on his face.

“Sure you have,” you responded dismissively, maintaining your skeptical expression. You remembered Oluo essentially kicking down the door to the classroom last year, having decided that the entire building needed to know that it was Valentine’s Day. A part of you knew that your memory of it was only sour because your general mood around the holiday was horrible last year. Anything would have pissed you off.

You turned away from Oluo, who was desperately trying to save face after your comment, and looked up towards the new officers that you had picked out a few weeks ago. You didn’t have particularly high expectations for the first session that they would be running on their own. It wasn’t because you didn’t believe in Armin or Jean’s capabilities, but it would have been unfair for you to expect them to prepare something extravagant given the fact that they had literally just been promoted. You likely would have been fine with whatever activity they decided to settle on for today, but they made it blatantly obvious that it was a mistake on your end to underestimate them. 

They had picked up your trick of getting pastries from Nicolo, who had extended the discount to the newer officers. Given the fact that he was now fully in a relationship with Sasha, you were fairly certain that the discount would last for a while, which would be a solid source of support. The room was littered with red, pink, and white décor, primarily through the tablecloth on the pastry tables and little gift bags that Sasha and Connie had prepared together.

The most impressive part for you was that they were able to make the room and club activities seem thematic without putting that much of an emphasis on the romance insinuation that Valentine’s Day usually involved. You were fairly certain that if it was like this last year, your mood might have been saved no matter how bad your relationship situation was at the time. You knew that your relationship drama is likely why you wanted to stay as far away as possible from anything Valentine’s Day-related last year. 

However, things were different this year. Not only did you have all avenues of contact with your borderline abusive ex-boyfriend cut off, you also couldn’t live up to the standard of “being miserably single” like you could last year, even if that was just a humorous effort for you to defuse the tension that resulted from Levi insulting you after refusing to admit to himself that he had gotten jealous. 

Plus, being single last year meant that you really couldn’t care any less about planning anything official for Valentine’s Day. You didn’t have an obligation to anyone, other than the social pressure you had constantly felt about needing to participate in every social event you were invited to. Although that social pressure had somewhat subsided, the fact that you were now in a relationship meant that you now had an obligation to someone on this day—whether that was actually true or not was lost on you in the moment. The thoughts of whether you should have planned to do something with Levi or not were already creeping in.

“Any plans?” Petra asked as she leaned against the wall next to you.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, although it was more than audible with how surprised you were by Petra’s sudden question, as if she was reading the exact thoughts that were rushing through your mind.

“For Valentine’s Day!” she clarified, even when it clearly wasn’t needed.

You frowned and looked towards the ground, trying to think of what you had to do in the past. Unfortunately for you, the only experience you had was with Zack and he didn’t exactly set realistic or fair expectations. It had to be special or it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be too over the top or else you’d seem desperate. It was a delicate balance that you were forced to navigate every year and even thinking about it now was giving you some residual anxiety regarding it.

“I’m going on a nice dinner and a late night drive,” Petra suggested.

“Wasn’t aware you were dating,” you grumbled.

“It’s a hit or miss,” Petra said with a shrug, “but I figured I should put in effort for Valentine’s Day.”

You frowned at her commentary. You knew that she wasn’t trying to imply anything or be passive aggressive, but it still made you feel like you were being negligent about the whole thing.

She glanced over at you with a genuinely curious look.

“So? Any plans?”

You did not, in fact, have any plans. However, now that the topic has been brought up, you couldn’t help but ruminate over whether you should have planned something for Levi. Despite having known him for around a year and a half at this point, you were currently drawing a blank when trying to come up with ideas as to what he would like. Even if you did figure out what he would have liked as a Valentine’s Day date—given the fact that you were thinking about it on the day of—everything would likely be booked out. It was too late to get dinner at a nice place and any daytime attractions would be closed by the time you got home. 

It was irrational, but you couldn’t help but imagine Levi’s disappointed look if he was expecting something and you didn’t provide. Part of you knew that he wouldn’t expect that of you and he likely wouldn’t even care for the supposed holiday, but you couldn’t shut your anxiety up. You didn't want to disappoint him, and this was for no other reason than the fact that you deeply cared about him. 

You immediately turned to Oluo, trying your best to conceal your panic.

“You can clean up, right? Or get one of the new officers to do it?” 

Your vice president looked over at you, not expecting the sudden question.

“Yeah? Great! Thanks!” you exclaimed before giving him a chance to respond or even orient himself as to what you were asking, before immediately grabbing your bag and walking out of the classroom at a hurried pace.

~~~~~

Even after you were well on your way home, your pace never slowed down. You weren’t able to even really process the walk home and found yourself on autopilot mode the entire time. You were entirely trapped in your head, internally freaking out because you did not know what to do.

When you were with Zack, planning something for Valentine’s Day was a must. You were always diligent about planning something out over a month ahead of time so that you could reserve the most ideal locations without having to worry about a rush. In return, Zack would pay or plan some small activity afterwards. It was the only part of your relationship that was anywhere even close to reciprocal. Although he contributed, it was still you that did most of the work.

You threw that lifestyle out the window after you broke up. You remembered stressing and putting your entire life on hold to make sure that you were planning out the perfect day. You weren’t interested in doing that again anytime soon. 

Given how volatile your relationship was with Zack, you really didn’t plan on dating again anytime soon, but Levi snuck up on you in a way that you never would have predicted. Although you’d never trade your relationship with him for anything else, dating again this soon meant you were completely unprepared for the concept of Valentine’s Day.

What do I do?! 

Your thoughts were chaotically running rampant through your mind for your entire walk home. You couldn’t think about anything else, but you couldn’t form a plan to move forward either. No ideas were coming to mind. You didn’t even know how to propose an idea to Levi at the last minute. The only thing you could imagine of him was that unamused and disappointed look on his face that you convinced yourself would show as soon as he realized that you didn’t have anything planned.

Panicked, you pulled out your phone to check the time. It was a few hours before Levi would get off his shift at the cafe and come home. It wasn’t really enough time to get anything solid planned, but it might be just enough time for you to put something small together to at least show that you put in the effort.

By the time that you got home, you still hadn’t really thought of anything that you could put together for him. There wasn’t a single suitable idea that came to your mind. You ran a play-by-play of your life with him through your head, but everything that came up was either too simple or too complicated, too effortful or not effortful enough—it was clear that nothing you could generate in your mind would be satisfactory. 

Not even bothering to turn on the lights, you immediately went into your room and shut the door behind you, pulling out your computer and pulling up the search engine. Your eyes were intensely gazing at your computer screen as your hands hovered over your keyboard without moving. You had begun typing some term related to ‘Valentine’s Day events for college students’ but immediately froze up because you already knew that most search results would involve something that would have required more time than you currently had to put something together. You were paralyzed without a single idea over what to do.

You knew it was silly to be this fixated on planning something for Valentine’s Day for your boyfriend that probably didn’t even care, but the only thing running through your mind was how Zack had reacted in the past whenever you failed to put something together. He’d get angry, act disappointed, and generally made you feel like shit over it. You knew that Levi wouldn’t do that, but you couldn’t shake off that paranoid part of you that kept on asking you what you would do if he did.

“Get your shit together,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head in an attempt to get yourself out of your head.

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to type into the search engine. You had little hope that anything productive would show up, but you figured that even the smallest thing would be better than Levi coming home to nothing.

~~~~~

Valentine’s Day was as annoying as ever for Levi. The café had the obnoxious decorations, the undergrads cared for nothing other than the hot chocolates that carried an obnoxiously cheesy name for the sake of the holiday, and Levi was forced to witness more than a disturbing amount of people entering and exiting relationships left and right. Since it was technically a busier holiday, he got paid extra, but other than that, he really couldn’t care any less for the holiday, if it could even be considered one.

His only saving grace was that he was slightly less annoyed about the couples this year compared to previous years. This was only because of his newfound relationship with you, although neither of you really had that “honeymoon phase” since you had already known each other well before entering a relationship. Thus, he could sort of understand the sentiment about couples prioritizing this day for each other, but he still found it obnoxious that most couples decided to do so for public eyes to see.

“Hey Levi, got any plans?”

“Ah?”

Levi looked over and saw Nicolo approaching him, having finished restocking the pastries at his station.

“For Valentine’s Day! We’re closing at 7 today,” Nicolo reminded him. 

It was still around 4, so the café was still open for a few more hours and it was clear that he was itching to leave.

“I’m probably going to cook Sasha a nice dinner or something.”

“Didn’t you do that last year?” Levi asked with a bored expression, not particularly interested in the details of his coworker’s love life. 

“Yep!” Nicolo said with a nod, clearly not sharing the same concern with Levi over the repeated activity, although cooking a nice dinner could hardly count as a boring, repetitive way to spend the holiday. “You planning anything with _____?” 

Levi’s facial expression didn’t change, but he was suddenly at a loss for words. It wasn’t that he was particularly uncomfortable with talking about his personal life, but it just wasn’t something that he usually did. 

“Not that,” he said after remaining silent for a few seconds. “_____’s an absolute pain in the ass to cook with.”

“Well, there’s gotta be something, right?”

Levi knew that Nicolo was coming from a good place, but he just didn’t function in the same way. The concept of planning some extravagant event wasn’t something that he usually did, but that was when he was on his own. If a fancy and special plan was something that you were expecting, then he was woefully unprepared, and knew how much of a pain in the ass it would be if he went home and found you disappointed and upset. His bored expression quickly turned into that of a frown.

“What does she like?”

Levi at least knew the answer to that.

“She loves her damn Matchas,” he said with a scoff.

“That doesn’t count. You already make her a Matcha every day,” Nicolo responded dismissively. “C’mon, what’s out of the ordinary that she’d love?”

It was easier for Levi to come up with things that you’d hate than it was to point out even one thing that you’d love other than showing up with your favorite comfort drink. You weren’t that into gift-giving and had stated that the tradition of it on birthdays and around Christmas caused you active distress. You mentioned that public displays of affection generally embarrassed you. Levi knew that the two of you had a habit of going on scenic and romantic walks outside, but you already did that quite frequently, so it would be too ordinary to be considered ‘special’. 

He found himself getting increasingly annoyed, not thinking that something as silly as this would’ve popped up on his radar. He had emotionally prepared himself for an annoying day at work due to the heightened presence of undergrads, but didn’t consider the fact that he was in a relationship, and that today was the day meant to celebrate relationships. It just wasn’t something that came together in his head until now. It added stress that he hadn’t anticipated.

Still, a part of him felt like he should do something, or at least put in the effort to do something. He cared enough about you that he wanted you to be happy, or at least not upset—his opinion of you being a pain in the ass when upset had not changed. He didn’t want to come home and see you be disappointed.

Levi tutted to himself in irritation. He knew the remaining few hours of his shift were going to be nothing but annoying because he was now fixated on what to bring you home or if there was something extra he should have done to celebrate. The fact that he was even stressed about this bothered him. It hadn’t even crossed his mind when he woke up in the morning, but now, it was the only thing that he could think about.

~~~~~

This is stupid.

Levi repeated that thought to himself in his head as he glanced at the flowers sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car. He didn’t even know if you would like these, but he felt obligated to get you something. He had swiped one of the Matcha cupcakes from the café, but Nicolo’s earlier comment about Matcha's not counting—even if he was talking about the drink and not this flavored pastry—was stuck in his head. He had just started the drive home, barely making it a block down the road, before his intrusive thoughts got the better of him and he turned around to the nearest convenience store to pick up the bundle of flowers.

He had spent more time than he was willing to admit trying to decide what flowers to get you. What did you like? What didn’t you like? Was there some symbolic meaning that depended on which flower he chose for you? Would you even care?

The convenience store was about to close and he noticed that he was grabbing the attention of some of the other customers due to how long he had been standing there, so he eventually grabbed a bouquet of a random assortment of flowers that were so colorful that it hurt his brain to process it. The thought of the differently colored petals being littered throughout the house for the next few weeks irked him, although he wasn’t sure if it was truly due to the prospect of a messy apartment, or if it was simply because he was feeling anxious and overstimulated as a result.

He felt out of place. Not only did the act of him getting flowers for you throw him off, he was weirded out by the fact that he was anxious over whether you would like this or if you would make fun of him for it. On top of that, Levi knew about your history with relationships and how over the top you were forced to be for them, and it ended up giving him subtle feelings of insecurity of whether he’d be able to live up to those standards, which weirded him out further. He was grossly overthinking the whole situation, which was already unheard of for Levi Ackerman. 

Once he finally got home, he ended up sitting in the parking lot with his car in park, staring at the entrance to the apartment complex. He knew he was wasting gas by just sitting in the parking lot, not wanting to turn his car off yet given how cold it was outside. He had been sitting there in an attempt to calm his nerves for the past 10 minutes or so. 

He really was questioning why he was so anxious about it. It was you. While he couldn’t say that he didn’t give a shit anymore, he had never gotten worried about your perception of him. Throughout the many fights that the two of you had throughout your first year living together and especially throughout that summer, he had never once cared about if you were judging him or thinking less of him. It just didn’t cross his mind, and even if it did, it certainly wouldn’t bother him to the extent that it was bothering him now.

He couldn’t stop ruminating over how you would react to his last minute gift. You could either mock him for getting you an overly simple and basic gift, or you could get weirded out that he even got you a gift in the first place. He could see both occurring and they were equally uncomfortable to think about.

“Get your shit together, dammit,” he whispered to himself, finally gritting his teeth to force himself to switch off the engine and beginning to make his way into the building.

The walk seemed much more effortful than usual. It was similar to the phenomenon where the more you walked towards a certain destination, the further away it seemed to get. Part of him even wished that you weren’t home just so he can procrastinate on actually dealing with your response on the off-chance that it was a negative one. However, given the fact that it was already past 7pm, you were likely home already. 

Once he finally got to the front door, he found himself standing there, hesitant to go inside. How would he even give it to you? He wasn’t the type to give gifts and he couldn’t imagine anything other than awkwardly handing you the flowers and hoping that you didn’t notice how anxious he actually was. 

After a few minutes, Levi sighed to himself and unlocked the door, stepping inside. 

He froze once he immediately saw you pacing around the living room. 

You didn’t react that much more elegantly, letting out a startled yelp once you heard the front door open and saw Levi step inside. You looked like a mess. It was clear that you didn’t bother to change once you got home. Your jacket was still on and Levi could see that you haphazardly kicked your shoes off at the front door without bothering to put them up onto the shoe rack, which was unlike you, although that was a habit you had picked up once you realized how much it bothered Levi to have shoes lying around the floor. The lights weren’t on and you looked overly tense.

“...did you just yelp?” Levi asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-No!” you immediately denied. “You just caught me off-guard!”

“I see,” Levi mumbled, clearly not believing you, as he stepped inside and began to take off his shoes, placing them upside down onto the shoe rack, switching on the lights afterwards.

As you watched him, you began to awkwardly shuffle, trying to shake off some of the anxiety that you had been feeling for the entire day.

“Uhm,” you finally spoke up, getting his attention. “So, I was dumb and forgot it was Valentine’s Day until roughly a few hours ago.”

You spoke slowly, gauging his reaction to see if he was getting upset or disappointed.

“So I couldn’t get us anything thing special,” you continued, “and I’ve been panicking trying to set something up, but everything’s closed or booked and I wasn’t sure-”

You cut off your rambling as you noticed something off about Levi.

“Wait, what do you have in your hand?” you asked as you noticed him holding something. He was slightly holding them out of view, but you vaguely saw the obnoxiously colorful petals of the flowers he had picked up for you. 

Levi awkwardly looked away, glad that the lights near the door were dim as the tips of his ears began turning pink as soon as you noticed what he was holding in his hand.

Your gaze on him quickly turned unbearable and he grit his teeth, shoving both the bouquet and the cake in your direction. 

You blinked at him with a surprised expression that was quickly replaced with a blush as you realized that he had gone out of the way to get you a gift for Valentine’s Day. It was simple, but actually really sweet, and you found a bashful smile quickly growing on your face.

“...Levi…” you said quietly, trying to hide your smile.

“Listen,” Levi started speaking with a subtle, defensive tone, immediately assuming that you were going to mock him for it, “Nicolo was giving me shit for not planning anything.” 

He was avoiding eye contact and was awkwardly scratching at the back of his head. You rarely saw him this flustered, if ever. It was refreshing and oddly endearing. 

“Sorry if it’s basic,” he grumbled. 

He barely got to finish his sentence before you went in and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him quietly grunt from the force of your hug. You immediately planted your lips on his, pulling him in a tight hug, setting the gift down on the table behind you.

It took Levi a few seconds to react, having been caught off-guard by your sudden act of affection, with his hands eventually falling on your hips as he returned your kiss, now flustered for an entirely different reason. 

“I love it,” you whispered after finally pulling away, “even if it’s basic. Why are you apologizing?” 

You were too close to notice the backs of his ears gradually growing more red, especially now that he realized that any anxiety he was having throughout the day was silly and uncalled for.

“...Just don’t usually do this sort of thing.” 

You tapped your finger against the back of his neck, his comment reminding you of your own dilemma that was occurring just a few minutes ago.

“I was panicking a bit because I couldn’t think of what to do for you for Valentine’s Day…I’m sorry to say I don’t really have anything,” you said meekly, giving him a genuinely worried look. “Are you mad?”

Levi blinked at you in confusion, scrunching his eyebrows together.

“Why the fuck would I be mad?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he questioned you.

“Oh,” you began, finding yourself stumbling over your own words, “I…I-I don’t know…I just wasn’t sure if you’d be expecting something, and I wasn’t really able to prepare anything, so I thought you’d be upset or disappointed or-”

“You’re so stupid,” Levi muttered before pulling you back in and gently pressing his lips against yours again.

You smiled into the kiss, feeling a sense of relief. You were embarrassed now that you knew you were overthinking it, but still incredibly relieved that it wasn’t anything to actually be worried about.

“I can make it up to you?” 

Levi sighed, giving you an exasperated look.

“If you must,” he mumbled before quickly giving you another kiss. “With what?”

“Hmm,” you thought as you slightly pursed your lips in an attempt to come up with something that the two of you would actually enjoy. “Maybe we can split that cake and finish that show we started the other week?”

The corner of Levi’s lips tugged up into a slight smile.

“Thank fuck, I thought you were going to recommend going out or something.”

You looked away, his response further reminding you of the fact that you had wasted the first half of the afternoon freaking out over nothing. The bashful look on your face was more than noticeable at this point.

Levi grabbed your chin and made you look at him again.

“Sounds good,” he whispered, planting another quick kiss on your lips. “Let me change into home clothes?”

You nodded, slightly backing away so that he could get to his room to change. You watched him as he disappeared into his room. Once he shut his door, you glanced over to the flowers that he had gotten you, reaching for the pastry bag behind it. You were able to see that it was a small cupcake, but didn’t know what it was other than that. Upon peeking inside, you saw that it was a Matcha cupcake and a small smile appeared on your face, with you finding it incredibly endearing that he went out of his way to get you something Matcha-related that wasn’t the drink, purely because he knew about your small obsession with Matcha's and likely wanted to get you something different.

Grabbing the bag, you flipped the light on in the kitchen and grabbed a small plate out of the cabinet, carefully maneuvering the small cake onto the tempered glass. You grabbed two small forks and a napkin and took the cake over to the coffee table in your living room. You set down the plate and laid out the napkin in front of it to catch any crumbs so that it didn’t land on the table itself.

You turned on the TV and scrolled down through your list of saved shows until you landed on the drama you had recently started watching with Levi. The two of you had started it a few weeks ago, and Levi claimed that he was only watching it for your sake, but got oddly into it, constantly providing commentary on the plotline that clearly disproved his supposed lack of interest in it. 

After a few minutes, Levi walked back out of his bedroom, having changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. You scooted over to the side and he sat down next to you, his arm propped up on the top of the couch as he leaned back.

“What episode were we on?”

You placed a finger on your bottom lip as you tried to remember what had happened in the most recent episode that you had watched.

“The one where he was trying to propose, but couldn’t get ahold of her, I think.”

“Tch,” Levi immediately tutted, discontent with the flow of the story. “Everything that comes up is bullshit. They’re just trying to drag the plot along.”

“Thought you weren’t interested.”

“I’m not,” Levi quickly responded with a frown.

The defensive tone in his response was not missed by you, and you immediately raised an eyebrow at him, clearly indicating that you didn’t believe him.

“I’m not,” Levi repeated with a scowl. “You wanna watch this fucking show or not?”

You shot him a skeptical look that non-verbally communicated ‘if you say so’ before turning to press play to start the episode. You heard him grumble something under his breath about how you have to make even cozy nights in difficult and you slightly shoved at him in retaliation.

You reached over to the other side of the couch to grab the throwover blanket, wrapping it around yourself as you scooted right up against him, resting your head on his shoulder, as his arm wrapped around you. 

Although you were quite embarrassed about overreacting, you were very grateful that he didn’t give a shit about Valentine’s Day, and found it quite endearing that he was just as stressed about meeting expectations for the holiday.

Every time that you felt that urge to prove yourself in your relationship with him, like you had to do for so many others before him—both platonic and romantic—you were reminded quickly after that he didn’t care about those small, superficial details. Your relationship with Levi was different, and it was different for the better. It was the only reason why he was able to make you feel how you felt around him. You were satisfied and happy, and didn’t feel like you had to keep up a ruse to satisfy a status quo.

You, as you currently are, with all the little nuances that made your life what it was, and all your little quirks that he had grown to love about you, were enough.

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Pit Of Vipers — Chapter Two (Quills And Potions, Knowledge In Motion)

Summary: Lisette buckles down for her first day of classes, excited for the opportunity to showcase her skills in Snape's Advanced Potions class while she embraces every moment of her last year as a Hogwarts student.

Word Count: 1,312

Warnings: None

Lissette inhaled deeply, taking in the comfortingly musty scent of Hogwarts Castle, feeling a familiar sense of awe and anticipation. The castle welcomed her with open arms, its stone walls exuding centuries of magical history, history she was aiming to be a part of. She had arrived early, as always, eager to settle into her dormitory and begin the new term.

As she made her way to the Slytherin common room, Lissette still marveled at seeing the familiar emerald and silver décor, the serpentine motifs that adorned the walls, and the low murmurs of conversation among her fellow housemates. It felt like a second home to her. She was going to miss it after graduation.

Finding her assigned bed, Lissette entered the room, greeted by the sight of four neatly made beds and a cozy common area. Her roommates were already there, engrossed in their own activities. Brynn, a tall and assertive girl with a knack for charms, was engrossed in a book, while Markus, a reserved boy with a penchant for transfiguration, was meticulously organizing his study materials. Jaxon, an outgoing and charismatic wizard known for his dueling skills, was leisurely flipping through a magazine.

Lissette wasted no time settling in, meticulously arranging her belongings and books on her designated shelf. Her eyes fell upon her favorite potion-making set, a gift from her parents. It was a reminder of the path she had chosen, and the advanced potions class she would be attending with Professor Snape.

As evening descended, the Slytherin first years gathered in the common room, eagerly discussing their first day of classes. Lissette smiled at their naïveté while perusing over her textbook, thinking back to her own first year and how she had been much the same. With a yawn, she let them continue their excited ramblings. She needed a good night's rest to prepare herself to be the best she could be starting tomorrow morning.

Lissette woke up feeling refreshed as she almost always did at the start of the term. She dressed in her neatly pressed Slytherin robes and made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. The buzz of excitement filled the room as students from all houses chatted animatedly, their conversations blending into a symphony of voices eager —and perhaps also nervous— for the year to come.

Taking her spot at the Slytherin table at a seat in between Draco and her dorm mate Brynn, Lissette engaged in light conversation with her several of fellow housemates. They discussed their upcoming classes and shared snippets of gossip. Among them was an unconfirmed rumor that Professor Snape had assigned a particularly difficult potion as their first task of the term.

After breakfast, Lissette headed towards the dungeons, making her way to the Advanced Potions classroom. As she approached the heavy wooden door, she could hear the muffled sounds of students conversing inside.

Upon entering the room, she found herself facing Professor Snape, his intense gaze fixed upon the students as they filed into the class. His sharp features and billowing black robes commanded respect and demanded attention. Lissette took a seat that was directly in front of him, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Class began, and Professor Snape wasted no time delving into the intricacies of a potion called Elixir of Enigma. And the rumor she had heard earlier was true, as Snape had given only a mild background on the potion in question and they were meant to brew it from memory. A test on the first day. Lissette was ready.

Her focus was unwavering as she meticulously followed the instructions as she remembered them from her text, first organizing her ingredients; two unicorn tail hairs, 3 dragonfly wings, 4 dried mistletoe berries, 1 essence of moonlight (procured on a full moon, of course), 5 drops of phoenix tears, 1 cup of powdered moonstone, six sprigs of lavender and 2 cups of clear spring water. She’d spent the summer studying the potions in her textbook from front to back, brewing this one with extra care and attention.

She began by crushing the dried berries with a mortar and pestle, until they became a fine powder. Then, in her cauldron, she poured the clear spring water and the powdered moonstone, stirring it until it simmered over a low flame. Next she added the mistletoe berry powder, dragonfly wings and and unicorn tail hairs. It was supposed to brew for twenty minutes, stirring clockwise at five minute intervals.

As she kept her eye on the clock to know when to stir, she occasionally observed her fellow classmates as they tried their own hands at the Elixir of Enigma. It was a complicated potion, of that there was no doubt, but this was an advanced class for only the most promising seventh years, so come challenge was to be expected.

When her time was up, she proceeded to the next step, dropping the lavender sprigs in, very mindfully so as not to crush them and then let the concoction seep for the next ten minutes. As she waited this time, Snape made his way around the room, perusing each student's progress, frowning at some and merely grunting at others. She assumed the grunt was at least a sign of a modicum of approval, but she couldn’t be sure.

Her next move was to remove the cauldron from the heat and strain the mixture through a fine sieve, separating the liquid into a clean container. Into the liquid, she added the essence of moonlight and phoenix tears, stirring the mixture three times. After, she let it cool, which took most of the remaining class period, and she put the finished product into small vials for storage.

Being a potion meant to enhance one's cognitive abilities and unlock secrets of the mind, Lissette sampled one of the vials herself, showing her dedication to detail and her deep understanding of the subject matter by having no fear of any adverse effects. This impressed Snape, who regarded her with a rare nod of approval. She had passed her first test with flying colors.

Throughout the rest of her day, Lissette attended her other classes, including Charms, Transfiguration, and Ancient Runes. Her thirst for knowledge propelled her forward, absorbing every ounce of information imparted by the professors. She excelled in each subject, answering questions with confidence and displaying a keen intellect that set her apart from her peers.

As the day drew to a close, Lissette returned to the Slytherin common room, her mind buzzing with newfound knowledge. She found solace in the company of her fellow Slytherins, who chatted enthusiastically about their own experiences in the day's classes. Lissette listened intently, engaging in conversations about complex spells, magical theories, and the latest gossip circulating through the castle. This was shaping up to be a promising year indeed.

Amidst the lively discussions, the topic of the upcoming Quidditch match arose. Several Slytherins, including Draco, were excitedly planning their strategies for the match against Gryffindor. Lissette couldn't help but be intrigued by their enthusiasm, her competitive spirit yearning for a taste of the exhilarating sport.

While she did not consider herself an athlete, she joined in the conversation, offering her insights on the game and suggesting tactics that could potentially give Slytherin an advantage. With the sharing of ideas reverberating around the space, the atmosphere in the common room shifted, and Lissette felt a sense of camaraderie and acceptance among her housemates, even if she wasn’t a Quidditch player herself.

Eventually, Lissette's energy from the excitement filled day had waned and she excused herself from the animated discussions to retire to her dormitory. Settling at her desk, she opened her textbook for Advanced Potions, reviewing the day's lesson. She was certain she’d mastered the potion. The results would be in tomorrow and she needed to be well rested to keep up her momentum.

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While Penny loved every part of being a teacher, she had to admit one of her favourites was decorating her classroom. She had always had a crafty side to her, and exploring the décor aisle at the teaching supplies store always pushed her over budget, but getting to see the looks on her students’ faces when they walked into class, in awe of a new theme of dancing pencils or rainbow-coloured book pages plastered across their classroom always made it worth it. 

So the day before the first day of spring, Penny stayed late after school, making the switch from icy alphabet letters and sparkly snowflakes to tissue paper flowers, pipe cleaner bees, and construction paper grass. It was a long process, and she knew most teachers kept the same decorations year-round, which she assumed was the reason why when her co-worker, Finn, had walked by her classroom on his way out of the school, he offered to help. She had originally turned him down, thanking him for the offer but not wanting him to have to stay late after work when he surely had better things he could be doing instead of handing her tape loops and letting her know if her paper plate butterflies were hanging straight. He insisted though, especially after pointing out the ladder she had propped by her desk, and she agreed to let him stay. 

Finn had joined her when she was only halfway through taking down the winter decorations, and when she had caught a glimpse of the clock when her bin of spring decorations was nearly empty, she was surprised to see that Finn’s help had her classroom finished in much less time than she’d expected. She felt a small wave of sadness wash over her, though she knew it was misplaced. She should be happy that her classroom was redecorated so quickly, that she could call it an earlier evening than originally planned, but that also meant the time she was spending with Finn was ending early too, and the disappointment in that was unexpected.

She always knew she liked Finn; he was probably her favourite coworker. He was incredibly kind to not only her, but everyone around him, and he was especially good with the students. She was sure it took an unbelievable amount of skill, patience, and passion to introduce six-year-olds to music for the first time, teaching them to clap along to beats or sing along to melodies, and Penny found that extremely admirable. She’d even come early one day to escort her students from Finn’s classroom and got to see him play the drums for them, watching their faces light up as they oohed and aahed, asking him if he was a rockstar. It was just recently that when they greeted each other as they passed in the hallway or made small talk as they filled their coffee cups in the teacher’s lounge during recess, that she started to get a little flutter in her stomach that would only pass when they parted ways. But feeling that way was unprofessional of her, and besides, he hadn’t shown any signs of reciprocation, so she tried her best to push that feeling away and bury it as deeply as possible. It didn’t mean she was doing a good job at it, but she was trying, at least.

Finn was finishing with his pile of decorations, attaching a flower to the grass Penny had placed earlier, and then a bee to the flower, a scene of his own design. When he had stepped aside to show it to Penny, she gave him a glowing smile. “That’s perfect! The kids are going to love it,” she bubbled. She turned towards the decoration bin, pulling out the only piece left, a string of green and pink streamers. “Last one, then we’re all finished.”

Penny placed the streamers onto the table before grabbing the ladder, which she conveniently hadn’t had to use yet. Finn was much taller than her and was able to reach the places where she’d earlier planned to put the tops of trees and birds nests that she would’ve never been able to reach on her own without a ladder. She opened the ladder and placed it firmly on the ground near the wall, rocking it back and forth to ensure its sturdiness. Finn followed her over, suggesting that he could put the streamers up for her so she wouldn’t have to use the ladder, but Penny explained her vision to him, how she wanted them strung close to the ceiling, and twisted together in an extravagant way. She could tell he was unsure about her using the ladder, noting that it seemed like it had been stored in the school’s janitor closet since the 80s, and Penny acknowledged that was a good point. While she found it extremely gentlemanly of him to offer to do it instead, they decided on a compromise, that Penny would do the first few feet to show Finn the way she wanted it to look, and he would finish the rest. 

While Finn stood at the base of the ladder, Penny climbed to the top, taking the streamers and tape he handed her. She explained how she was making the twist and Finn nodded along in understanding, so Penny ripped off a piece of tape to secure the strand to the wall. When she reached out to place the tape, the ladder creaked, jerking forward, causing Penny to lose her balance as she perched at the top. She reached out to grab onto something in a panic, causing the ladder to rock and Penny to lose her footing, her heart skipping a beat as she fell from the ladder with a yelp. She was only in the air for a second, and the next she was in Finn’s arms, breathing heavily as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to secure herself. 

“Oh my God,” she let out, turning to meet eyes with her hero. Her heart skipped another beat, for a very different reason this time. “Oh my God.” She tried to regulate her breathing while simultaneously trying to tear her eyes away from Finn’s perfect brown ones, but was only able to break her gaze away when he gently let her down from his arms and onto her feet. 

“Thank you so much. I’m so lucky you were standing there. Oh my God, thank you,” she repeated, smoothing out her dress from the fall. She tried to avoid looking directly at him, at least for the moment, not only out of embarrassment, but also because she worried that if she caught sight of his eyes again she’d get lost in them forever. “Maybe I just don’t do streamers this year. Or ever.”

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Happy New—what season is it? On Twitter, you’re taught that it goes: Loctober, Nutless November, Dickless December and Sissy New Year. Screen time is a cat’s paw of filthy pixelated sentences in little boombox songbird because House of Windsor is full of prom promiscuity.

We were all mesmerized by your Duchess opening a brand new Instagram account on December 1st in a dash of deviation, given that she still doesn’t have news, print, bookclub, broadcast, video or Internet allowance due to breeding employability. You’ve revealed yourself as her networking tech boy. How regular-person of you. The Windsor spousal Netflix show in its plastic plate tableware is an exercise in banality. I’m guessing. I’d never watch it. Your overblown humbug self-advertising is because nobody else will promote it, plus you think I’ll devote a word limit to something not infringement. Haven’t you noticed? Word limit appears limitless. But keep spending an abundant amount of time online sexualizing minors—related to you and unrelated—devaluing your wife even further, stirring up violence, suicide and disaster, promoting disingenuous opinions, and working on behalf of your pedophile daddy whilst speaking of erotic humanities in code.

You try to engineer the flow of information across news cycles and digital clicks with your blasé revisionist flashbacks. I’ve already outed you and your pedo leashing father. You’re hoping I get distracted from Celica. Celtic. Celibate. Galatic. Cereal. Whatever your objective was for the nurse housewife softball baseball moniker. I’ll post screengrabs in a few days, with zero circles or underlining. They’re from the old ivory Twitter layout. No rape dungeon grid décor. Old trending topics from the careerless have-not way over here. Perhaps for years you gave high-fives to William in your gleaming castle splendor as you went through the rigmarole of humanitarian relief worker, husband and father while I turned 50 in my childhood home, writing to my baseball blatherer. You never mentioned anything about any escape route, no minor lapse into any free passes; just the manipulative act of tappity tap-tap conversational headpats and camouflaged direct emails. You deleted Celica right before Christmas because you don’t want the contract, whatever this is, to end. Hence, your Instagram preening. I mentioned our friend, Celica, thirty blogs ago and all you did was privatize and bloody her image. You kept her page up and visible this whole time so you could goad and taunt, to most likely Tom, with your arrogant, overseas, headline-grabbing, child’s tricycle threats. Look around your medieval stone fort. Read the surefire news. Nobody sides with the English jailer, they never did.

Your melty breakdown is likely due to William getting upset that I’ve retraced your digital steps with his kids and cum. It’s a common problem online. To read that Princess Charlotte cums a lot. Apparently, it makes the heart grow fonder: Charlotte’s cum. Not sure what to do about young Princess Charlotte cumming so much. Is it a medical condition? Who do I ask for advice? Maybe there’s a soothing fidget spinner for excessive discharge. For Princess Charlotte. You can get tongue-tied when you see underage children you love being reduced to a sexual object and used for profit in an unmanageable void, especially on an online classroom where viewership can be deeper and wider. Your wife and children are online, William, in extra artistic aims and with excess cum, for the function of a violent message towards Tom. Authored by your regal brother. Imagine the scrolls, the Getty Imagery and websites that contain my sisters and me in slutty buttonholed prose over the course of four decades, being roped into your family drama at such a young age. Whether schooled in the knowing-unknowing flippable numerology, it’s unfair for my family to see photographs or scribbling when we don’t have publicists, agents or minders. Surely I can share the great celebrant of tweets that contain your family as well. The Prince of Wales is referred to as: Red Willis 4, Reed Willis, The Red Will, Willy Red Williams, Redarie Williams, Will Hazell 123, Whazell, Twillard. Willyn Johnny. Prince William penis graffiti. Britain's Prince William with a penis drawn on his head. Penis doodled. William pinney's posts. Mad night, funny how you couldn't beat up a bunch of 15 year olds! pussy and no one likes shady pussies. Ducking with those that wants to open their pussy for me. can u be sending me pussy everyday? Still the same ladies who want their Pussy eaten or the spit is different ? lol what a pussy ass bitch. tagged everyone but me. an honor, mister president. PRINCE OF GOOD LIFE. Squirting & grinding the camera. twitter im out of here. boy pussy prince princelycuntwilliam. BigWillz. heywilly07. prinzwill. you are sure a mature Man.

Here is a more inclusive worldview of what Prince Harry publishes about the House of Windsor; a social media-amplified enriched and enriching experience:

good little fuck toy gobble up and down on bbc like a sissy slut. goon for charli cum cum cum all over her. I'm nothing but a sissy for my new daddy wankbattlecham BLACK OWNED. #blowjob #chubby #amateur #orgasm #fingering #bbc #cum #cumshot #hentai #baddie #ass #anal #feet #onlyfans #crempie #white #leak Charli's Cum Rag. His Passionate Deep Steady Stroke Makes CharliCum Hard. Charlisexual. why have porn when you have me? being a charlisexual is a real thing. CharliAddiction. #normalizecharli. Kinglouisix. Big dick top fucking slutty hungry bottoms sucking fat cock. Kinglouisforya. Took my slut to the cruising beach in case anyone else wanted to watch him work Full video. Kinglouisforya. Let daddy in that hole. Big dick top fucking slutty hungry bottoms sucking fat cock. All @'s watermarked in every tweet.  Big dick top who loves to share. Slut loving getting her ass and pussy filled with dick at the same time. I love gangbangs and blowbangs. I also have a misogyny kink. fix the open-legged slut to bench with chains - bring a group of horny loaded guys - start the rotating fuck 1 by 1 - pull out to cum on & in wet pussy. I'm a Gangbang Loving-Whore. prince‍ george. royalsfuck. put some clothes on, whore. PRINCE MAGNUS. Archie's whore stefan's slut. Lilibet Lawless is writing steamy romance. Oral lilly whitewomanspam. Oral is far from debatable. i do cosplays, mostly blacksouls. also learning to draw too. i will cosplay every blacksouls girlDiorDaSluttt. doria/whore ? I miss her here sm. You are everything!!! As I'm slow, I just actually got shampoo (preconditioner, ha ha). Mark Dority. I take shit personal cause i'm really genuine. JustAHolyKat44's top artists: Wet Kat. Extra wet today. The Secret Adventures Of A Squirter! If you're under 18, go follow someone else's nonsense. Katie Utterback. camillawet. snap me. Broke my Lime bike. CamillaWest. every horny guy who retweet or like will get a free nude. Rt to plump her up! Bitch Tits Eugene fucks want to hang out? No? Okay. duchess fergie fucks up again. Having the only functioning vape at an afters is of course the closest one gets to being a messianic figure. But so does one become a lamb to slaughter. yassss to this chic & fun #fergalicious stylez. why do so many people care about _pippa_fucking_middleton_ Slow-mo on Pippa today for thousands of middle class men to rewatch on sky + when their wives slip into gin comas. jamesmaddie69. James Middleton. Some days you don't feel like unloading the dishwasher. Other days you feel like conquering the world. High levels of vitamin D. Ew, just thinking about where Meghan's mouth has been gives me the ick. Meghan mouth-frothing nonsense from the British press. Oh Look !!! Meghan's mouth automatically assumes the position when she's surrounded by men. Lady C says in video: 'Meghan's mouth is dirtier than your or my anus'.

Twitter, Inc. gave the son of purgatorial book-making that rare ability to scribe high-toned vulgarization of everything in life. From little girls and boys to in-laws to innocent Instagrammers to Presidents. Even Prince Harry’s print mentions of “lucrative” mean lube.

On April 23, 2018, one month before the Prince Harry & Meghan Markle royal wedding, 25 year-old Alek Minassian, in the business district of Toronto in a rented van, targeted pedestrians, killing 11 and critically injuring 15. The incident is the deadliest vehicle-ramming attack in Canadian history. It was labelled misogyny terrorism because the victims were overwhelmingly female as the perpetrator admitted that he was motivated by revenge for the social and sexual rejection by women. It led to a TorontoStrong movement, with great familiarity. On November 2, 2018, six months after the Prince Harry & Meghan Markle royal wedding, Scott Paul Beierle, 40 years-old, opened fire inside a yoga studio in Tallahassee, Florida, shooting six women before killing himself. Beierle was a military veteran and former teacher, and held a bachelor’s degree in political science and government. The targeted attack was considered misogynistic extremism and male supremacist violence. He, too, admitted to becoming vengeful because women rejected his romantic advances. According to his social media profiles where he posted racial slurs and sexist rants along to such music lyrics as “To hell with the girl I can't get in the sack” — he showed that he identified with an involuntary celibate online community. On September 17, 2018, four months after the Prince Harry & Meghan Markle royal wedding, Iowa State phenom golfer, Celia Barquín Arozamena, was killed at the Coldwater Links golf course. Born in Spain, Celia, 22, was in her final year of a degree in civil engineering and on the university team when police discovered her deceased body. She had been golfing alone. The young prominent Spanish golfer had stab wounds on her head, neck, and torso. She was Iowa State Female Athlete of the Year, and she won the 2018 European Ladies Amateur Championship.

Misogynistic terrorism and Celia stabbing in the utterly distinctive wedded year of 2018. Instead of church bells, I assume royal guests were treated to the sounds of distant chainsaws. And a few tweets from the groom. Together, your huckster reign of mixed success is hopefully over. It’s no accident that we got from your hoax union: celebrity suicide, youth suicide, school shootings, multiple suburban family annihilation, vehicle homicide, ordinary homicide, stabbings, and flickering unpleasantries about a quarantined middle-aged girl through tours, public appearances, several documentary series and podcast audio. Nutz, am I right, Megs? There is no bottom to your personal righteousness, Harry. You’re either snobbishly claiming sprawling mansions and private jet travel in your homelife or saying that your numb childhood is lined with grief. You’re an over40 trust fund prince in England who gets paid for that oral tradition of writing about foaming cunt and butt rubs on a website that wasn’t your idea.

I get the impression from your caretakers that your nondescript marriage, a work and heir-only undertaking which faded a while ago—that was so considerably cruel as the agreement holder and his accomplice it inspired murder and suicide—will not be publicly uncoupled. I really wanted that for your mother, in the history books. Your false attachment is only for Meghan to sell wares and for you to use against Tom in “kill him” spiteful macho print. In this way, it doesn’t seem much like a noble tipping of the hat to a mother.

I’ve offered some celebrity tweet shitmongering by Twitter CEO, Prince Harry, and one was from the actress, Chelsea Peretti, who may symbolize a German Sea Cruise. Truthfully, I think Harry holds a patterned grudge against comedy in general and he was never a fan of the Key & Peele sketch comedy series. Their most popular sketch is Substitute Teacher, which aired on Comedy Central on October 17, 2012. Nothing symbolic about that month or the number 17. Or the fact that a character looks like a young Tom Cruise, near Harry’s senior dad. Notice the chalkboard of medical ethics, and this is a minor quibble, but also the feminist scrawling of anatomy and an unknown woman’s lack of choice — the Teaching link below:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dd7FixvoKBw

I’d be remiss if I didn’t also include the Key & Peele’s tonal art of miscommunication sketch, which highlights the pitfalls of misunderstood text messages in a yin and yang duality, which, for me, symbolizes how I misinterpreted Prince Harry’s niceties, from my closed-off perspective.

Text Message Confusion:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naleynXS7yo

I have celebrity screengrabs that show Prince Harry has taken measures, over the years, to get Tom to quit or surrender by extreme colleague mudslinging. After his family force-fed participants in a sort of silent pact, the predator son then took over the internet to tourniquet a grown woman and ruin careers.

Adam Levine. In September 2022, Adam was accused of cheating on his wife when she was pregnant with their third child. Instagram model and much younger, Sumner Stroh, claimed to have had a year-long affair with Adam. She didn’t. Right away you notice the appearance of summer, spring or ring that is Henry Windsor hardcode. The story grew significantly, thanks in part to Goldilocks Harry’s language of bloomed teen-speak. Holy fuck, he wrote on Instagram. The word Fuck is with 7 Ks, a la Harry’s obsession with Nazism. Unfortunately for Adam, he represents the Adam and Eve biblical doctrine simply by existing and I’m sure Harry has hated Adam, the frontman in a band name that outed him and his pedophile family as far back as 1994. To be the career-ruining maestro when his wife was pregnant shows: (a) you’re heartless and don’t give any thought to those kiddo heirs you created and bought for daddy and (b) the whole notion that the proxy son almost at all times was a silent man was bullshit, considering this instrumental tech prince manipulated me for years online and caused professional careers to end.

Kathy Griffin. Twitter CEO, Prince Harry, has demonstrated that anybody with red hair and a twitter page can be a failed experiment for his own stand-up comic routines. I’m sensing a polka-dot pattern between the royal tethered to performers, yet not having what it takes to actually be a performer. His inevitable tweets on Kathy’s account center on dick. As far back as 2010. A few excerpts: Mushroom penis. Oh, then suck my dick. Small dick energy. People suck. Sucks! He ruined my vocal chords. I'm such a whore... Just a slut trying to have fun. Despite of what he says he is a fame whore just like everybody else. Within internal affairs at Twitter Inc., Harry started the hashtag #FreeKathy to denote that a little girl wasn’t free. At one point, Prince Harry created a fictional Twitter beef between Kathy and Don Cheadle (Tom) back in 2019. “You. Of all people. Just another Hollywood movie star phony,” Griffin wrote to Cheadle on Twitter. She didn’t. The made-up tweet was about the fallout from the mock-head photo. I think by 2017, Kathy had had enough of Harry’s forced D-kissed flippantly rapey tweets right next to her persona. Kathy has always projected this gossip-storytelling maternal feminism in her sense of humor. There’s a reason why she’s continually aligned in matters of art and heart with the older legends—Joan Rivers, Liza Minnelli, and Cher.

Gisèle Pelicot. I don’t think she ever anticipated being such a visible women’s rights activist at 72 years-old. But that’s what she is. You can google her landmark monthslong drugging and rape trial in France. She defiantly waived her right to a closed trial, a nightmare rape reality at the hands of her husband, to lift the stigma on shame, spousal and sexual violence and to inspire other victims to come forward. She said that she wanted France and the world to look rape in the eye. I’ve mentioned rape intent in this blogging cir­cuit, which I realize can be profoundly inappropriate to survivors of sexual assault. Gisèle will forever be a symbol of female strength.

Harry, your life has been about uneven public philanthropy and gilded society. Some of that is wealthy aristocracy. But you knew what I dreamed of doing with my life thirty years ago; you read the emails of meandering verse. In bowtie eveningwear chatting amiably with actors extraordinaire or influential playwrights or inspiring authors, you’d post pictures of yourself on social media for a roped-off, 40-something to stare at. I would’ve been happy in dinner theater. Nobody would give me a chance and I didn’t know why. I sent scripts to the Nicholl Fellowships and they’d write back, “just missed, next 50 pile.” I still don’t know what it means. People would wave elbows in my face and laugh in a mad cackle. They’d sometimes cancel my mom’s doctor appointments, I think, to send me a message. She’s a 77-year-old heart patient. It only intensified my anger and made me lash out at the wrong person. I detest the circular speaking code that stole my life, but I know what people meant. Everyone was urging me to look up in illustrious lineage. Though, all I had to do was look at my computer screen.

K

Deleted Instagram.

The TIG; admitting she knew someone paid for a tween sexual experience, and then she married him.

Admitting she knew that someone at a Burger King in Hamburg, Germany had locked away a little girl. Then, she married him.

In 2014, Markle happily admits her textbook knowledge of who the pedophile minored French fry jailer is, winking. She’d date him two years later. They actually issued American Red Cross wildfires statements. Him, echoing allllll the way over from England:

A real Getty Image of a twerp with a toy gun and a Number 1 toy motorcycle, in case you thought King Charles wasn’t a pedophile rapist deviant after all:

A real Prince Charles photo op of a nine-year-old twerp in a Number 1 racecar alongside a Tom Cruise lookalike in supersonic speed pillaging. I was a young undergraduate. This is 4 years before the famous car chase. The proxy was already in place:

Eton College, toasting to the four-decade revenge on behalf of his mother who would never have endorsed it:

Bereaved Leopold and Loeb, making a living from health, mental, and gynecologic care. Also leashing and false tales of brotherly rifts:

The POLO hoofbeats of helping with his vadge tourniquet:

In 2019, Markle visited an animal shelter in London so Harry could boast to Tom of price-tag baby puppy leashing; she’s not a victim:

Wedded couple attending Vancouver Canucks vs. San Jose Sharks in Canada, November 2023. I didn’t manipulate the picture nor start the video; head gash is Harry’s and her Pennywise grin means not a Marooned victim:

Variety interview with crossed ankles, and possible future employment:

The Tagging Bros; Prince William peering into the window of a London KFC, 2020:

A real captured photo write-up: https://www.cosmopolitan.com/uk/reports/a34414826/prince-william-kfc/

Twitter CEO torments a silent Tom from a tech cave like a maniacal wound-up doll:

Harry is thrilled to explain how Princess Charlotte is cum addicted:

Stop sexualizing your niece:

Not only did Harry create Kathy hashtags, but he created a smattering of trends based on her persona, this is in 2014:

In case you needed a map of the decked-out rapey author:

The fictional Don (Tom) Cheadle feud:

Adam’s first tweet that Harry posted of his own firsties when Twitter was launched in 2009:

As far back as 2012, bothering Adam about, what else, pedophilia whale humps:

In 2013, Harry typing Sumner, summer, spring and break. I thought Adam more than held his own opposite Keira Knightley in the movie, Begin Again. It’d be cool to see him in another offbeat independent film:

A British quillman married a rad feminist rocker musician who went to high school near me. Harry: If you were literate or just vaguely normal you’d realize that author Neil Gaiman is not astronaut Neil Armstrong nor is he a princess and your accusations aimed at Tom caused a media drama for Neil and his shows. Mr. Gaiman did not sexually assault, groom or abuse the former nanny, employee or fan:

This originally had the title, Prince of Whales, to out himself as the twitterer inking devotee and his own daddy as jailed initiator— it made the news—https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-48622001

Pedos on their pedestaled throne; hey he posts it:

A pedo arrowed boxing sign in Harry’s barracks, from the old layout design:

Reads like major libel:

 Aspersions or something lawyerspeak:

I recognized the buried little girl in print in the corner, and the spikes behind Prince Harry's head:

An official crowned photo of piloting Harry, reminding the world of untouchableness, the web design of years past. It'd be great to not have RAF or flight ability for a while:

I'll Tumblr those convo screengrabs soon.

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Back to School Items for Teachers: Essential Ideas to Start the Year Right

As summer winds down and the new school year approaches, teachers across the country are preparing to welcome their students back to the classroom. Whether you’re a seasoned educator or a new teacher, having the right tools and supplies can make a significant difference in your teaching experience. Here are some essential back-to-school items for teachers to help you start the year on the right foot.

1. Organizational Tools

Staying organized is key to managing a classroom effectively. Consider these organizational tools to keep everything in order:

Planners and Calendars: A good planner or calendar is indispensable for keeping track of lesson plans, meetings, and deadlines. Look for ones with plenty of space for notes and a layout that suits your planning style.

File Folders and Binders: Keep student work, lesson plans, and important documents neatly organized with file folders and binders. Color-coded options can help you quickly find what you need.

Desk Organizers: Desk organizers can help keep your workspace tidy and efficient. Consider using trays, pen holders, and drawer organizers to keep everything in its place.

2. Classroom Supplies

Stocking up on essential classroom supplies ensures you’re prepared for any situation. Here are some must-haves:

Writing Utensils: Pencils, pens, markers, and highlighters are fundamental tools for any classroom. Keep a good supply on hand to avoid running out mid-lesson.

Paper and Notebooks: Ensure you have plenty of paper for handouts, worksheets, and notes. Notebooks can also be helpful for your personal planning and record-keeping.

Art Supplies: Basic art supplies like crayons, colored pencils, and glue sticks are useful for various classroom activities and projects.

3. Tech Tools

Integrating technology into your teaching can enhance learning experiences and streamline your workflow. Here are some tech tools to consider:

Laptop or Tablet: A reliable laptop or tablet is essential for planning lessons, creating presentations, and communicating with students and parents.

Projector or Interactive Whiteboard: These tools can make your lessons more engaging and interactive, helping students to better understand the material.

Educational Apps and Software: Explore educational apps and software that can aid in lesson planning, student assessment, and classroom management.

4. Classroom Décor

Creating a welcoming and inspiring classroom environment can set the tone for the school year. Consider these décor ideas:

Bulletin Boards: Use bulletin boards to display important information, student work, and inspirational messages. Change them regularly to keep things fresh and engaging.

Wall Posters and Banners: Educational posters and banners can reinforce key concepts and create a visually stimulating learning environment.

Comfortable Seating: Ensure you have comfortable seating options for both you and your students. Bean bags, cushions, and ergonomic chairs can create a cozy reading nook or a flexible seating area.

5. Personal Care Items

Teaching can be demanding, so it’s important to take care of yourself, too. Here are some personal care items to keep you at your best:

Water Bottle: Staying hydrated is crucial for maintaining energy levels throughout the day. Invest in a good water bottle that you can refill as needed.

Healthy Snacks: Keep a stash of healthy snacks like nuts, fruit, or granola bars in your desk to keep you fueled during busy days.

Hand Sanitizer and Tissues: Keep hand sanitizer and tissues readily available to maintain a healthy classroom environment.

6. Professional Development Resources

Continuing your professional development is essential for staying current in your field. Consider these resources:

Books and Journals: Invest in books and journals related to education, teaching strategies, and classroom management.

Online Courses and Webinars: Explore online courses and webinars that can help you develop new skills and stay updated on the latest educational trends.

Conclusion

Starting the school year prepared with the right tools and supplies can make a significant difference in your teaching experience. By focusing on organization, classroom supplies, tech tools, décor, personal care, and professional development, you’ll be well-equipped to create a positive and productive learning environment for your students. Happy teaching!

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High Up in the Astronomy Tower (Part 10)

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Summary: You and Draco discuss Frankenstein after some stressful news.

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: Teen (other parts M), 💗, 💔

A/N: There's a deleted scene in which Draco actually throws Harry a wand and rejects his parents trying to bring him back to Voldemort's side. I'm living in a world where that is canon. Scene here it's low quality and kind of chopped up, but I wish it was real (Draco redemption > Snape redemption don't @ me).

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You woke before Harry. You shifted and Harry’s arm momentarily tightened around your waist. You froze, but he quickly relaxed, and you slipped out of his grasp.

You glanced back at Harry, relief and anxiety twisted in your stomach when you saw his peaceful face.

You shook your head and pushed any thoughts or feelings you had about Harry to the back of your head. You had a lot to do today to prepare for the classes for the week.

You spent Sunday in your classroom duplicating the muggle books you had purchased and arranging them by year along the shelves you had conjured.

On one of the blackboards, you spent several hours making a very general timeline marking dates that were important in the muggle and wizarding worlds.

You then set to write a reading and assignment schedule to hand out. You had serious gripes with the air of mystery many professors at Hogwarts seemed to prefer regarding what would be taught so your goal was to be as transparent as possible in your classes.

The sun had long since set by the time you felt prepared for Monday.

The schedules for students were neatly organized at the desk upfront.

You had rearranged the desks into small groups. Then you had managed to find some furniture in the recently repaired Room of Requirement and décor to make the room feel more welcoming.

The two sofas you had brought to the room made an L shape by the bookshelves with a carpet underneath. The few lamps you had scattered around the room and the tapestries you had taken from the Room of Requirement were reminiscent of the dorm rooms.

You gave the room one last once over before extinguishing the lights and leaving.

The Great Hall held a few students as they finished eating, and you slid onto the bench at the Ravenclaw table to quickly get some sustenance in you before going up to bed and collapsing.

The Eighth Year common room was half full when you arrived, but you paid little attention and headed up to your room to shower and sleep.

Harry was absent, but you gave that little thought. You assumed he was with Hermione and Ron.

Your shower was quicker than normal because you wanted to be out and dressed before Harry got back. You didn’t think you could handle another incident like the other night right now, the memory of sleeping in his bed with his arm around you back with a vengeance now that you weren’t distracted by work.

You slipped into bed and thankfully sleep came easily.

Monday mornings were always the hardest, but your combination of excitement and nerves had you rising before your alarm even went off.

A quick glance at Harry’s bed and you saw him sleeping. You were glad he hadn’t had another nightmare, or at least one that woke you up, not that you would have minded helping him again.

You set your alarm a little bit later, trying to give Harry a reprieve from your supposedly unreasonable wake-up time.

You got ready quickly, grabbing your bag on your way out.

The common room was mostly empty, and you didn’t spot anyone you wished to talk to. Pansy and Theo were sat by the fire and they both gave you a sneer when you passed. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, at least long enough so they didn’t see it.

Your anxiety about teaching today had you taking a detour to check on your classroom again.

The additions you had made looked even homier in the soft morning light.

You decided to distribute the books onto the individual desks because there was still time before breakfast even started.

Because you had the Fourth Years placed Lord of the Flies, Hamlet, Band of Brothers, a muggle history textbook, a textbook on muggles and magic, and the reading schedule on each desk.

Much to your surprise, the wizarding bookstore had actually had a decent muggle history textbook which had been written by a muggle-born wizard about ten years ago. The advances in technology since the textbook had been written made some sections out of date, but you figured you could supplement that easily with your own knowledge.

The muggles and magic book had caught your attention in the store. You hadn’t even been looking for it but once you saw it you knew you wanted it in the class. You hoped that grounding the new information in familiar knowledge would allow students to stay interested in the long stretches of the class that would involve very little mention or practice of magic.

You checked your watch and cursed. You had left you with only thirty minutes to eat by taking the time to organize and distribute the books.

You darted down to the Great Hall, slowing to a brisk walk when you noticed the odd looks from students as you passed. It probably wasn’t a great look as a professor to be sprinting through the halls.

You quickly made your way to the table and saw Harry, but no Draco.

You all but threw yourself into the seat in your rush.

“Morning Harry,” you greeted, shoveling some food onto your plate.

“Did you see the paper?” Harry asked, holding out a copy to you.

“I haven’t checked the news in a long time,” you replied, taking the paper from him. The Daily Prophet seemed to want to relive the Wizarding Wars every day and you had decided reading their less than legitimate accounts of the first and second war wasn’t doing your mental health any good.

Antonin Dolohov Escaped Azkabam Again? Is the Ministry Capable of Holding Death Eaters? Or Will More Go Free?

Your eyes widened.

You scanned the article. There was very little substantial information as most of the article was spent deriding the ministry for the sheer number of escapes that had occurred from Azkaban in recent years.

This was Antonin’s third escape and while the article had a point, it was more fear-mongering than anything else.

“What’s going to happen?”

Harry’s silence made your heartbeat pick up.

“He’s coming here,” Harry finally said.

“What? How do you know?”

The Prophet had speculated on Antonin’s goals, claiming he would try to escape the country, but there was nowhere a Death Eater with that level of recognition could go without being recognized. You weren’t sure Antonin’s movements could be predicted. He was incredibly unstable and violent, even for a Death Eater.

“Some prisoners they questioned had heard him muttering about his dedication to Voldemort and completing his vision.”

“And that’s reliable?”

Most of the prisoners had been there for years. Antonin himself had spent a total of fifteen years in Azkaban. It was a shock that he was even functioning enough to escape, but making plans to try to infiltrate Hogwarts alone? That seemed impossible.

“Lucius Malfoy heard him. He’s only been there a few months so it's reliable in that he’s not yet crazy.”

You blinked. “Why would he say anything against a fellow Death Eater?”

“Normally I’d say to save his own skin, but he claims Dolohov is not only after me but also Malfoy.”

“What? Why?”

“The only thing I can think of is when Draco threw me that wand.”

“There’s plenty of other Death Eaters outside of Azkaban that testified against Dolohov and the rest. How does Draco’s one action at the end of the war, an action that didn’t even prevent him from almost going to Azkaban, warrant that kind of attention?”

Harry shrugged.

“So, what do we do?”

“The ministry is sending a few Aurors to be stationed at the school and Hogsmeade. To keep the Prophet from finding out and causing a mass panic McGonagall has decided to keep this among the professors.”

You sighed. You didn’t want to underestimate the harm a Death Eater could cause, but you really doubted a single, barely hanging on to his insanity, Death Eater was going to get anywhere near Harry or Draco, much less break through the wards around Hogwarts.

“How’s Draco doing?” you asked after a moment’s silence.

Harry shrugged again. He seemed to not want to talk about it anymore and you pushed your curiosity down, wanting to respect the stress that this news was undoubtedly causing him.

You finished your food and made your way back to the classroom.

You let the few students already outside in and made your way over to the desk at the front. Murmurs and points at the decorations had your stomach turning over, but you didn’t see any particularly negative reactions.

“Please sit at one of the desks and we will get started in a few minutes.”

Students filtered in, sitting mostly within their house and set friend circles. You contemplated assigning them seats in the future to mix up the houses more. You would have to see how the next few weeks went before making another change.

“Okay! Good morning, everyone. As you can see, I have provided you with several books you will be reading throughout the semester. There is a reading and assignment schedule on your desk. Take some time to look over that and let me know if you have any questions.”

After a few minutes and no questions, you brought everyone’s attention back.

“As you can see, we have a few yearlong textbooks we will read alongside some novels, plays, short stories, and poems. I am going to do my best not to lecture much, so instead, you will have weekly textbook readings that you will have to do to be prepared for class. The times when we are reading the novels we will come to class and discuss them.”

You paused, looking over the students. A mix of interested and wary faces prompted you to continue.

“Great! First things first: muggle history.”

You moved to a blank chalkboard and began your lecture.

The Fourth Year class passed by easily as you went over some general information. You found yourself having to answer a lot fewer questions than you expected, but you assumed that was probably because you had started with the beginning of settled humans which was something wizards had a decent bit of education on.

Potions class went by quickly with Draco giving a lecture on Veritaserum and its ingredients. At the end of class, he handed out your graded papers.

You lingered behind the other students waiting until the last one had left.

“How are you doing?” you asked Draco, his back turned to you as he shuffled through some things on his desk.

“Could be better,” he replied tersely.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”

Draco sighed and turned around to face you.

“Honestly I’m just surprised that this is the first legitimate threat to my life and it’s coming from a Death Eater.”

“Are you at all worried about it?”

Draco looked away with a far-off look in his eyes.

“Antonin was one of the cruelest. He didn’t hold a candle to my aunt, but…” Draco trailed off.

A movement out of the corner of your eye and you saw Draco’s fingers dig violently into his left arm.

“Draco,” you murmured.

Draco jumped and released his arm. You said nothing, just watching him recollect himself.

“I doubt it’s possible for Antonin to even use magic without being detected. There’s no reason to worry.”

You nodded and Draco ran his hand through his hair in a movement that betrayed his denial of nerves.

You opened your mouth, but you had nothing reassuring to say.

“Have you finished Frankenstein?” you asked instead.

Draco raised his eyebrows at your sudden subject change.

“I did.”

“Well, I have to know what you think. Tonight?”

A ghost of a smile flitted across Draco’s face, and he nodded.

“Great! I’ll see you later, Draco.”

The rest of your classes went about the same as your first, but a few derisive comments arose. You quashed them quickly, but the threat of detention only seemed to quiet them. You could see it on their face that their attitudes didn’t change at your statements, but you didn’t expect that to happen overnight.

Dinner rolled around and the conversation centered around your classes for the day.

Harry left to join the Gryffindors when you got back to the common room, and you dragged Draco over to the loveseat.

You kicked off your shoes and removed your robe, tie, and sweater. Draco gave you an odd look but did the same.

You curled up in the arm facing Draco who sat much more composed on the cushion next to you.

“So?” you prompted.

Draco snorted and you resisted the urge to shake the thoughts out of him.

“It’s sad,” he said.

“No shit, Sherlock,” you quipped.

“Sherlock?”

“Muggle detective. Doesn’t matter. Just means you’re stating the obvious.”

“But it is. Nobody wins.”

“Should there be a winner?” you challenged.

Draco frowned. “Well, not wins. But nobody is happy. I mean they’re all dead at the end.”

“Well, the monster isn’t.”

“He wants to be.”

The look on Draco’s face caught your attention, but you can’t decode it.

“I do think it is sadder for the monster than Viktor.”

Draco gives you an odd look. Fair. Viktor’s whole family dies throughout the novel, his wife being murdered by the Creature. Meanwhile, the Creature doesn’t lose anyone and does terrible things to Viktor and his family. But you always think about how he didn’t have anyone in the first place.

“He didn’t ask to be made and then immediately cast out by what is essentially his father.”

A pained look on Draco’s face and it clicks. Draco sees himself as the Creature.

Your breath caught at the realization.

“Viktor is cruel and selfish to the monster and so the monster becomes cruel and selfish too. I’m not sure I can blame him for being so fucked up considering how he was treated.”

“He killed Viktor’s wife,” Draco replied with a look of defiance on his face. It’s like he wants you to admit a hatred for the monster, for Draco.

You nodded. There’s no excusing that and you won’t pretend there is a way to justify that.

“That’s when I stop feeling bad for him. He doesn’t try hard enough to change… But he’s also not given the space or tools to do it. There’s no clear good or evil here.”

Draco looks away and you wait patiently.

“Do you think we can blame our “creators” for who we are?”

“Blame? Not after a certain age. But it explains who we are, or who we were. An explanation isn’t an excuse.”

“And when do we start holding people accountable as individuals?”

“When they’re not children. When they’re not trapped.” Your reply was firm and pointed.

“What they did before doesn’t matter?”

“It does. But people grow, they change, they become someone deserving of forgiveness.”

Draco looks away and you resist the urge to reach out.

“Draco, you’re not a monster,” you murmured.

Draco’s eyes close as if he’s in pain.

“You’re not a monster.”

Draco doesn’t respond and you stand, gathering your clothes.

“If you’re a monster what does that make him?”

[princessozera]

Devious Licks pt 2; MC's devious lick

((Long post ahead))

MC paced their room, alternating between tapping a pen against their fingers to staring at the makeshift bulletin board on their wall. They were never one to back out a of a challenge, and now just about every student in RAD had stolen something. Most had only stolen smaller items; textbooks and classroom desk/chairs, one of MC's friends had even stolen a pair of gargoyles from the library ("THEY'RE A COUPLE MC, IF I ONLY TAKE ONE THE OTHER WILL HAUNT OR KILL ME." MC's friend has always been a little eccentric, but considering they were in the Devildom, MC didn't know if they were joking about the sentient gargoyle statues.)

It was 2 am, but MC couldn't sleep as they planned their own elaborate devious lick. While they knew their magic wasn't strong enough to do something like Mammon's double staircase or even Lucifer's library statue, they HAD to be better than Belphie's couch and Asmo's bathroom lamps. But the question was; what is something cooler than a couch and lamps that HADN'T already been stolen or pre-hexed by Lucifer? MC paced around their room for another 5 minutes before a picture on their desk caught their eye. It was a group photo in RAD's entrance foyer, MC and Satan had just hosted the first ever R.A.D science fair and all the winners and student council got together for a celebratory photo. They stared at the photo for a while, trying to find exactly why they were so drawn to it, when a lightbulb went off.

That could work. My room needs some new décor anyways.

The plan was easy enough to form since it mirrored what Luke had done, but MC made sure to pack a second backpack and a plastic tarp to maximize their chance of success.

Everything was straightforward and MC was actually kind of disappointed in how easily they pulled off their plan. No one had questioned the large item in their arms and no one noticed it was missing all throughout the school day. Maybe it wasn't as important as they originally thought. They were trying to figure out where to stash their loot in their room when Asmo burst in, dragging Belphegor with him. Whatever request he had started to make gave way to curiosity, asking about the tarp.

"Oh, I wanted to do the devious lick trend too so I stole the Demon King's old horn. You know, the one that was next to the award display case?" MC unwraps the horn and lets them see, surprised when they both stagger a few steps back.

"MC! That's not a horn, that's one of the Demon King's claws!" Asmo looked paler than normal and even Belphegor couldn't seem to find a snarky comment to make, clutching his pillow just a bit tighter. MC balks and looks back at the 'horn', immediately sticking out their hand.

"IT'S BIGGER THAN MY ENTIRE ARM. I- it-!!!" MC can't take their eyes off the claw, mystified at the revelation. The demon king had always seemed large in portraits with Lord Diavolo but he'd been a baby so of course his dad had been huge, but not THAT huge. What kind of eldritch horror size-

"MC I know you think this trend is fun and all, but you should put that back-"

"Yeah... Yeah, I'll do it tomorrow mor-"

"No way!" Asmo shoves the discard tarp back into MC's arms and waves them away. "If Lucifer catches you with that or Barbatos realizes it's gone we're ALL getting suspended for a year, we'll cover for you but go put that back NOW!" MC wants to complain, but it's probably for the best. If this had been more fun to steal maybe they'd be putting up more of a fight but for now they'll return it.

"Time for a new lick," MC mutters to themselves as they strap the claw onto their back, using the round trip from RAD to come up with their next brilliant stunt.

Why steal from a school when you can steal from a castle?

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MC had gone alone over to Diavolo's castle a few times before, and on days like today knew that Diavolo and Barbatos would be too busy to entertain them so MC could go anywhere in the castle. Considering that there is a gala that's going to be held in a week, maybe even the Little D's would be too busy for Barbatos to order one of them to watch over MC.

MC's target this time was even larger than the claw, and they had to sneak a few tools from RAD's workshop just in case, so if anything this was a double steal. Diavolo had so many beautiful paintings in his castle, he could spare one or two. And with no laser technology or video cameras, MC didn't have to pull any tricks from the countless spy/heist movies they'd seen with the brothers.

Their prize was left of the entrance hall, 4 corridors down and past 5 doors. MC passed gilded vases and artifacts older than the castle itself until they came into view of their favorite painting. It wasn't the largest or most extravagant in the castle, but MC had found this when wandering the halls- avoiding yet another party of elites that Lord Diavolo had insisted they attend. It was a full body painting of Lord Diavolo's father, the demon king. Even in shadows, the dark colors of the painting radiated power and commanded respect. There was something comforting about the painting, and Diavolo often found MC staring at it, telling them a new story of his father's triumphs and accomplishments as king. MC always came to see it whenever they visited the castle.

Thankfully, MC didn't need any of the tools they stole to take the portrait off the wall, but it was larger than they originally thought, so all plans of sneaking it out in an art portfolio bag were out the window. Now their only hope was to waddle out of the castle before Barbatos or Diavolo came looking for them. They made it as far as the entrance of the grand hall when a voice called out.

"MC, you know it's not stealing if I can see you and I'm letting you walk out the door with it right?" Barbatos appears from around a column near the stairs, and for a second MC wonders how long he's been waiting there to catch them leaving.

"YOU SEE NOTHING, I AM SIMPLY WALKING WITH A LIMP BECAUSE I SPRAINED MY ANKLE DOING A BACKFLIP," MC yells back, not stopping out of fear that they would lose their grip and drop the portrait, but they did try to keep it perpendicular to their body so if Barbatos calls for them to turn around they could keep it hidden behind them.

"You don't know how to do a backflip."

"You cant prove that!"

"Bring the painting back by tomorrow or I'll make Solomon cook you a buffet."

"THAT'S COUNTS AS A DEATH THREAT-" MC yells back to cover up how much they were straining to keep a straight face- this portrait weighed A TON. They manage to shake the door shut behind them before finally dropping the picture for a minute, groaning in sweet relief as they let their arms rest. The 15 minute walk home turned an hour long, having to stop frequently to rest amd MC considered rolling the portrait at one point, but they decided that they liked living.

"Great. 2nd failure," MC groans as they prop the portrait against their desk, making sure to lock the door before flopping down on the bed. MC couldn't help but admire how handsome the Demon King looked. This must have been painted eons ago but MC was willing to bet he still looked f-i-n-e. Since they had to return the painting soon and the brothers were all gone, MC spent the rest of the day talking to the painting as they did their chores and homework. Inconsequential things, school work, the devildom's best features, their favorite food. But as MC went on, they couldn't help but think back to Diavolo's stories and wondered how the actual demon king would respond to a human in the devildom. As much as they tried to see it, the eyes in the portrait just never seemed cruel to MC.

"I'd love to get to talk to you before I leave. You might kill me, but it'd be interesting none the less," MC gave a wistful sigh as they continued staring at the painting. "But you'd have to be alive for that. Or at the very least back in the Devildom- Diavolo never told me what happened to you." When MC took a second to step back, they suddenly recognized exactly where this portrait had been painted. The elevated walkway, and 4 stairs cases cascading down to the next floor- that was where MC and the brothers had been sucked into the painting the first time they ended up in the snake-Labyrinth! MC remembers that there were another 3 floors to go down from there, but they'd never had the chance.

What were the odds the Demon King being closer than anyone expected?

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"Ah Barbatos, I thought I'd find you here," Diavolo smiles as he steps into the palace kitchen. "What are you baking today?"

"Midnight velvet cupcakes and lemon-blueberry scones with an herbal tea," Barbatos said as he closed the oven and set a timer for the cupcakes to cool. "MC should be here soon to study, so I decided to make some human desserts as well."

"I can't belive MC's been over twice a week for a month now just to study," Diavolo let Barbatos turn around before snagging an unfrosted cupcake, which Barbatos courteously pretended to not notice was missing from the cooling rack. " I considered if we should lower their work load, but since they only really need the palace library and not our help, I guess they're fine. MC is so quiet when they study that I even forget they're in the castle."

"Well MC has always been serious about their studies, but it would be good for you to check on them between tasks- as their host. Try as I may I can't seem to find the time so I usually send the Little D's to check on MC." Lord Diavolo nods as he continues to nibble on his cupcake, lost in thought. These less formal moments with Barbatos were special to him, but the heavy air he's been feeling all day has ruined the moment. He wanted to ask Barbatos if he's also felt a change in the air, but maybe he was just being paranoid- Barbatos would have mention if anything was wrong. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos continued to make small talk, and Diavolo even tried his hand at decorating a few cupcakes.

Before Lord Diavolo could make his way back to his study, the ground in the kitchen began to shake and both he and Barbatos grabbed the counter to keep upright. He flashes back to the "earthquakes" that MC told him about once, but nothing like that has ever happened in the Devildom. Once the shaking stops, little D number 2 runs into the kitchen, in such a panic he slams straight into Barbatos's legs and doesn't even think to apologize. He's breathless, rambling something about MC and the brothers and tugging on Barbatos's leg, so Lord Diavolo and Barbatos follow him out. They expect to head to the foyer, thinking the brothers may be in the courtyard or the entrance hall, but say nothing as the little D drags them to the throne room.

There, in the throne that was so massive it managed to dwarf Diavolo's demon form, sat the Demon King in his full 25 foot, ""human"" form, clearly visible over everyone's heads. Diavolo didn't pay attention to the brothers as he made his way forward, eyes glued to the borderline arrogant smile that Diavolo had only ever seen a handful of times outside of a portrait . As his father's dark amber eyes finally met his own, Diavolo reached to the front of the throne steps and caught sight of MC- sitting happily to the King's left, a ruby betrothal necklace nestled against their chest.

Bonus/the actual request/:

Diavolo reacting to MC's devious lick of stealing his dad ((I put some of my own HCs in to fill in Barbatos/Simeon's backgrounds))

Diavolo

Absolutely dumbfounded

There was no graceful, crown-prince appropriate way to handle this, and in his utter shock he resorts to smiling and nodding along to whatever his father was saying.

He had to be hallucinating right? How many times had he dreamt of this? Coming back from a stressful say at RAD, or taking a break from his paperwork to find his father back like he'd never left. Although his father's words were falling on deaf ears, his voice still resonated in Diavolo, a heavy vibration in his chest that was the only indication right now of the King's true power. It was like the weighted blanket MC had once brought over; it was welcome and so comforting that Diavolo felt tears prick the edges of his eyes.

But he couldn't understand the image in front of him. He'd spent a few good sleepless nights early on- worried about the program. Diavolo imagined his father would think unfavorably of it, of seeing humans on equal footing as humans. Of course he'd always hoped that it wouldn't be the case, be he'd never talked about such things with his father before he left. But here he was now, the Demon King lounging around with an easy smile, one arm thrown around the chair MC sat in to bring it closer, with warm and adoring eyes.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of MC or that necklace either. Did MC know exactly what they were wearing? Did they understand the implications? They had to, MC never did anything haphazardly in the Devildon, and they were far too relaxed in the face of the brothers' anger to not know.

When Diavolo said he wanted to use the exchange program to unite the realms and hoped his father would approve whenever he returned, this was probably the farthest possibility from his mind. He'd come to terms with his father's disappearance years ago, and had believed that the program would be 10 to 20 years in before the Demon King caught wind- far too involved for him to put a stop to it.

"When did they even-" Diavolo couldn't even finish the question in his head when the answer hit him square in the face. The biweekly visits. MC had been using their work as a ruse to come visit and hang out with father. Diavolo felt a little hurt, not even that MC had knowingly lied and kept this a secret from him, but a lie that could have been so easily discovered- like they didn't think Diavolo was smart enough to catch on. But in the end, he really wasn't since he and Barbatos had no idea this was happening right underneath their noses.

The clashing stress of a millennia ruling alone, elation at seeing his father, MC's seeming betrayal, along with darker emotions he didn't want to acknowledge were jarring, and Diavolo started feeling sick to his stomach- it was too much to process at once.

So for now, Diavolo accepted his father's hug graciously, feeling no shame in how strongly he hugged him back. Diavolo returned power over the Devildom back to his father with no resistance, and when Barbatos was sent to cook up a feast for the Demon King, he took the chance to escape the suffocating throne room.

Back in the quiet of his own room, Diavolo couldn't help but try to see only the positive in this. But for every time he tried to conjure up the imagined pride and happiness from his father, he could only remember his favorite moments with MC. He tried to tell himself it was going to be okay, now he could enjoy more time with Lucifer and Barbatos! He would still have full control over the student council and exchange program, but anything above that could be handled by his father again. He'd get to hang out with everyone and perhaps make more friends- but MC couldn't be one of them anymore.

As he focuses more on MC and their time together, he starts remembering how alone he'd felt before the program. Yes, Lucifer had been his friend before all of this, but he'd always been a bit detached, keeping Diavolo at arms length all these years. After MC came along and Lucifer's relationship with his brothers had improved, Diavolo had also become closer with all of them. MC's influence over all of them was not lost on him. But now MC had to stay with the Demon King. At any moment the King could order MC to stay in the castle, and if they wanted to learn, he'd get a private tutor for them- extend the library to an entire wing, fund research and all the little experiments MC wanted to do- as long as they stayed by his side.

Diavolo ignores the anger, the resentment, pushing it down as he's done so many times before. It use to be easy, anytime he started to get mad at his father leaving him, Diavolo could reason it away and go back to being excited at the prospect of seeing him again.

By morning, Diavolo is himself again, cheery and congratulating MC and the King on their relationship, much more receptive to his father's comments and praise. Diavolo fills him in on anything MC hasn't told him already, and tries his best to take it all in stride.

Everyone knows Lord Diavolo is happy for his father's return, but those who saw the newest family portrait couldn't help but wonder why it seemed that he was painted just a bit too far away, in colors just a bit too muted to match the loving couple next to him.

Barbatos

Rebellious

Of all the path's he'd seen for this program and MC's life, this was one he hadn't seen before.

He'd come to care for MC; he's prevented a handful of incidents for them and likes spending time with them. He did come to terms that they probably couldn't be together and that the brothers and even Lord Diavolo had a better chance with them, but this was uncalled for.

Barbatos couldn't help but feel a bit offended, but it was mostly because he was caught off guard- the Demon King coming back wasn't the sort of thing that would just "slip through the cracks", and for the King to have not annihilated MC on sight was nothing short of a miracle.

Since Barbatos had previously served under the Demon King, he caught himself right as he was about to take a step to be at the King's side. Always to his right and 6 steps behind, the omnipotent butler cloaked in shadows.

But if he was being honest with himself, his loyalties lay with Lord Diavolo now, so he stayed by the prince's side and hope the King wouldn't call for him.

Once Barbatos gets over his own disbelief, he keeps glancing back to Lord Diavolo, trying to figure out how he's taking it. The prince had come to master that easy smile, and even Barbatos was struggling to understand how deeply Diavolo was taking this to heart. He saw the way Diavolo looked, confused and a bit hurt between MC and the King, and if Diavolo challenged his father to the throne in that very moment, Barbatos knew whose side he would take.

Angels + Solomon

Luke is at risk of getting a heart attack right then and there. He wants to be mad at MC, to yell at them and shake some sense into them, but he can't even bring himself to stop shaking. The Demon King wasn't even trying to be intimidating, but Luke couldn't make himself look up to see where MC was. How could MC sound so bright and unbothered in this moment??

Simeon couldn't help but admit he was impressed; he'd always said MC was amazing and so charming in their own unique way, but getting the Demon King around their finger was something else entirely. However, he does think this is all some weird nightmare dream that he got from trying out Solomon's recent kitchen monstrosity. It takes a week and formal wedding announcements to let the shock subside into mild panic. He wasn't worried about the Devildom citizens, but Simeon couldn't help but wonder how the Celestial Realm would take the news. MC was a human and had no hold in the Celestial Realm, but human-demon marriages and subsequent hybrids could start a precedent that he thinks they would fight over. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that again.

Solomon: "I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous, I'm not-" And if he was being honest with himself, he didn't know if it was because he'd rather be in the King's place or MC's.

Brothers:

going through the 5 stages of grief except most of them are stuck on denial or bargaining

Lilith, watching from the ghost realm: "HELL YEAH, GET IT MC!!! YOU'RE KILLING IT! "

[hollywoodx4]

Before the school year starts, Denali has to set up her classroom. While thinking about her life choices, she gets to meet her neighbor. 

           The air outside is thick and soupy with the end of-summer heat, and not much is different inside of the school building. Denali has been here all day picking up supplies, getting a shiny staff ID, and walking the hallways to familiarize herself with the building,. There is an excitement within it all; she hasn’t felt the newness that September can bring since college, and although it hasn’t been long since then she finds herself relishing the idea of starting over.

           The change had been difficult to come to terms with, and when she looks at herself in the mirror or at her apartment full of unpacked boxes stacked along the walls of a tight-squeezed space, she still isn’t 100% certain that this move is the decision that’ll change her entire life. It’s a start, however, and there’s a silver lining to it all. Organizing her art supplies distracts her from the fact that she could have been competing right now, could have been winning. Instead, she’s organizing a table full of pastels, markers, and crayons by rainbow order along a wall-length countertop hugged by cabinets.

           So no, teaching hadn’t been her first plan. Or her second, really. But the idea of sharing this space with students with drive and passion for art has Denali feeling hopeful.

           Tying her hair back in a high ponytail, she assesses her new life path with scrutinizing eyes. The room feels welcoming enough, a slightly minimalistic approach to the décor kissed by little personal details; an oil painting of the lake she’d learned to skate on as a child, a photograph of herself and  parents holding her first place championship medal the year prior, a Picasso-esque rendering of a K-POP album cover (which she’d either swear was just good art or give a lecture on the album, depending on the person who asked). She’s blasting music from the desktop computer she’d finally beaten into submission, tucked into a corner of the room because how much do I actually need this as an art teacher? (Turns out, she’d been reminded that entering grades and attendance into their system would be more than necessary, as well as answering emails. Sigh.) It’s not as much of a bother, though, not when she’s hung a baby pothos in the corner and strung a set of fairy lights along the front of her desk. It’s the little personal touches that have Denali’s heart tilted more toward excitement-anticipation. I can do this. .

The music she’s listening to changes and she gives a little start upon hearing the opening notes of a classic Britney song, perfect to pull her from her pause and motivate her further. The room is now littered with discarded boxes, which she begins to gather and pile near her door.

           From the outside of the room, it sounds like utter chaos.

           Rosé had come a bit later than usual, walking down the hallway to the arts’ secluded little corner of the school with a grin. It’s her fifth year of teaching and she’s feeling fully confident in her abilities, excited to start the year having known all of her students for their whole high school careers, the seniors had started out with her as their teacher as freshman. They know her as the choir director, they trust her as their theatre director. In her fifth year the ginger finally feels as though she’s come into her own, and it shows as her footsteps fall confidently rhythmic through the halls.

           Coming to the door of her classroom, she stops. Music leaks through the doorway next to hers, bass and a beat and the faint sounds of a voice singing along.her curiosity is immediately piqued. Her neighbor for the past few years had been the haggard old Mrs. Sasse, grey-haired and tired and always slamming her door whenever Rosé let her class get above a whisper. She’d spent the first four years of her teaching career talking to the principal about why her choir obviously wouldn’t be spending their rehearsals at a lower volume, fielding hundreds of conversations beginning with “So a teacher near your classroom raised some concerns.”

She’d been sour upon hearing Rosé talk about her girl group outside of work, asking her to keep her “raunchy activities” to herself. It was a bit homophobic if you asked her, and she’d had half a mind to report her for harassment when June had come and Rosé caught wind of Mrs. Sasse announcing her retirement. Finally. Goodbye, Mrs. Ass. Any neighbor will be better than you were.

Unlocking the door to her own classroom, Rosé drops the box of supplies she’d been carrying in the doorway, flicking on the lights before abandoning her task. She follows the voice instead, the nine or so steps from her choir classroom to the art room filling her with curiosity. The music shifts from Britney to some catchy K-POP tune Rosé has heard at clubs and a voice from the room gives a delighted squeak, turning the music up even louder. The ginger can’t help but smile, which only doubles as she pokes her head in the doorway.

           The room already looks better than it had in the years before, brighter and more simplistic without all of the old, worn out decorations that had been there since the 80s. Inspecting the room, it seems as though Mrs. Sasse left everything for the new occupant to sort through. Within a pile of broken down boxes and full black trash bags, Rosé catches a glimpse of blonde hair and biker shorts. The new teacher has her back facing the door and wiggles her hips along to the beat as she carefully runs the blade of a pair of scissors down the tape of another box. Once it’s suitably scored the new teacher tosses it to the floor, maneuvering a little stomp on the cardboard into her improvisational choreography before kicking it over to the pile she’d started by the door. It lands right beside Rosé’s feet. Picking up the dismantled box, she grins cheekily at the offender.

           “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t-mm, I probably shouldn’t be swearing, right? Hold on, let me turn this down, I’m so sorry.”

           Rosé watches her scramble for a moment, rushing over to her computer and pressing hard on the keyboard until the bass is only a whisper of sound. She brushes a few loose strands of hair from her face, looks back at Rosé with flustered surprise lighting up her big, dark eyes.

           “Oh no, baby it’s fine. Trust me, you throwing boxes at me? Not the worst thing a teacher in this room has done to me. You’re the new art teacher?” Her company nods, brushing her hands over her old, long t-shirt before extending a hand.

           “Denali-uh, Miss Foxx, I guess.”

           “Rosé. I just barely skate by letting my kids call me by my first name. My class gets  loud, and I’m pretty much always in some kind of minor trouble for something, but I think I’m a pretty good neighbor considering.”

           “Clearly I don’t mind loud.” Denali laughs at herself and Rosé laughs along, a gentle warmth rolling through her body at the sight of the dimples framing the blonde’s lips. Both shuffle on their feet for a bit, the music changing once more.

           “Hey Rosé! Did you get the email I forwarded you from Aria Harris’s mom? I ran into her at the store the other day-buzz kill-and I told her you’d be able to answer the question. I think it was about honors auditions?”

           Rosé rolls her eyes at this, leans back out of the door to answer the passerby with more than a touch of sarcasm dripping from her voice.

           “Moms. Moms of kids who are perfectly capable of handling themselves. Now that never gets old.” She knocks her fists twice on the door frame, looks over the room and her new neighbor before nodding. “I should probably go answer that though because if I’m being honest, I do think that particular mother is perfectly capable of murder and I’d really like to keep my job, especially since it seems like this change means my neighbor isn’t a complete asshole anymore.”

           “‘Not a complete asshole…’ Glad I’m getting such rave reviews on my first day.”

           “Oh honey, just wait. You haven’t met high school yet, have you?” Denali shakes her head and Rosé shrugs, taking a handful of the broken-down boxes discarded on the floor. For a moment, she disappears from sight. Then, she pokes her head back in.

“Y’know, actually, I think high school will treat you very well.” She winks, taking the trash with her. Her voice floats down the hall and back through her door. “See you soon, neighbor.”

Denali watches listens to the sound of a door clicking open, a playlist coming to life, furniture scuffing along the floor. She adjusts her shorts over her thighs and turns her own music up again, humming to herself.

“See you later.”

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“How long have you been standing there?” “Longer then you’d like” -Tomione

(A/N: it's only been, you know, over a whole ass year since I received this ask, but THANK YOU Kyoki again for such wonderful inspiration <3 hope you enjoy)

please feel free to send me prompts

She didn’t have long. Most of the students and professors were still in the Great Hall for lunch, but there was always a chance Riddle would leave early. It was risky, breaking into his office—the defense professor’s office, no less—and in the middle of the day, too, but it was the only real hole in the man’s schedule.

He was a notoriously early riser: among the first to arrive at breakfast and among the first to leave. Then he’d spend the rest of the morning either in his office or in his classroom. In the afternoons, he had back-to-back classes half the week and office hours the rest of the time. Weekends were spent catching up on grading, research, and paperwork, and he rotated between the library, his office, and the courtyard with enough spontaneity that Hermione couldn’t reliably tell where he’d be and when.

Except for during lunch.

It had been easy enough to fake a mild stomachache to get away from Harry and Ron. They wouldn’t understand—they liked Riddle. He’d wooed the majority of the Hogwarts population with flashy spells and displays of power, with his classic good looks and cool, mysterious demeanor. And true, there was no denying the man was brilliant.

But he made her skin crawl.

It wasn’t the sort of thing that had been apparent at first. Like the rest of the school, she’d been awed by him. The sheer breadth of knowledge he possessed was incredible enough, but to be able to utilize it so efficiently in a duel…to be able to flow from one spell to the next without so much as blinking, without a single uttered word. It was mesmerizing, like nothing she’d ever seen before. And on top of that, he’d been a good teacher: thorough and invested, tough but fair. Respectable.

It was just…there was something off about him. The more Hermione watched, the more certain she was. Maybe this suspicion had started when he had dispassionately demonstrated the unforgivables, face blank except for a raised brow as he cursed the beetle with the cruciatus. Or maybe it was before that, when he’d nearly smiled at a particularly brutal hex Malfoy had thrown at Hannah Abbot during a duel. Or maybe it was the emptiness in his eyes as he assessed them.

“You’re just pissed he gave you an Exceeds Expectations on last week’s essay rather than an Outstanding,” Ron had accused, and when she’d turned to Harry to see if he thought the same, he’d only shrugged.

She hadn’t argued it further with them. It was, after all, just a hunch. That’s why she needed proof. Which led her here.

Riddle’s office was unextraordinary. The walls were lined with bookshelves, packed with his own personal collection of academic texts. A large, flat stone sat off to the side—a resting place for his snake familiar—while the majority of the room was occupied by a hefty desk. On the whole, the room was simple, largely unadorned, and yet it still spoke to his character.

Intelligent with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She quickly glanced through his bookshelves. They were organized by subject and then by author, and the topics spanned everything from runic warding to dark creatures to blood curses. Nothing particularly out of place for a man of his profession, though she noted there seemed to be an obvious preference for books of a darker nature.

Which is his job, a voice in her head that sounded annoyingly like Harry pointed out.

The presence of the warming stone seemed to indicate some care for the comfort of others, though Hermione had a hard time fitting that with the image of Riddle she had in her head. In fact, based on her observations, he seemed far more likely to revel in someone’s discomfort. She frowned. Perhaps his familiar is an exception. Still, he didn’t seem particularly…doting on the snake.

Not a matter of kindness or consideration, but of practicality. Yes, that fit better. The entire office was designed for efficiency. There was nothing extraneous: no texts that did not assist in academic research, no unnecessary wall décor or portraiture, no furniture aside from the desk and the two chairs—one for him, and one for visitors.

Even the chair is designed to be uncomfortable, she thought, almost a little amused. It looked new and to be in good condition, but it was narrow and thinly padded. Not the kind of seat you’d want to linger in. Encourages quick meetings.

And then the desk itself. A small calendar sat upon it—color coordinated, organized—alongside an inkwell and several freshly sharpened quills. A stack of graded essays was tucked off in the upper left corner. The rest of the desktop was cleared. Neat. Possibly intolerant of messes?

Hermione waved her wand over the desk, murmuring a slew of spells designed to reveal wards, barriers, and alarms. There were a few minor protections but nothing insidious. Of course not. He’s clever, too, and cautious. Nothing dangerous or truly secret is going to be kept in his office.

She wasn’t stupid. She’d known that this was a long shot, but she’d been hoping for…something. Something she could take back to the boys and use as leverage to launch a more in-depth investigation on Professor Riddle. Though she supposed it was difficult to find incriminating evidence when she wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for.

Quickly, she undid the easiest of the locking charms on the first desk drawer and peered inside. Ungraded classwork. Next. The second drawer contained sheet after sheet of handwritten notes. That’s better. Except that they were…complex, difficult to follow. One looked like half a potions recipe—some sort of…sleep potion, perhaps?—while another was filled with dozens of questions about the function of wand movements and what they added to spells, and yet another was a highly detailed theory on human transfiguration.

Hermione mentally revised her assessment of Riddle from brilliantto genius. It was one thing to acknowledge that Riddle was an expert—a prodigy, even—in defense against the dark arts and combative magic, but this…this suggested he was just as knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects. She flipped to the next page of notes and her brows raised even higher. Adding runic elements to potion-making to help negate the contradictory herbal effects…is that even possible?

Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat. If she was right about him—if her gut instinct was true—then Riddle was a phenomenally dangerous person. Detached, efficient, insanely smart, and strong, too. Combined with potentially questionable morals…She didn’t even really want to think about it.

A throat cleared, and Hermione’s head snapped up. She knew, even before she saw him, that it would be Riddle standing there, and her stomach churned.

“Granger.”

“Professor,” she returned, proud that her voice didn’t shake even if her hands did. He arched a single dark brow, the rest of his stupidly handsome face terrifyingly impassive, a silent demand for an explanation. “I was just—” She trailed off, realizing his notes were still in her hand. She wet her lips nervously. “How long have you been standing there?”

Stupid question. Stupid question. Stupid question.

He hummed. “Longer than you’d like, I’m sure.”

Slowly, gracefully, he stepped further into the room. And then, with little more than the flick of his hand, the door clicked shut, lock sliding into place.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

His eyes—dark, emotionless, bottomless—locked onto hers, and a jagged smile so unlike the practiced ones he wore around the castle cracked his mouth.

“Oh Hermione,” he tutted, voice mocking. “What am I going to do with you?”