You know the trope. You probably know the song! No need to explain here. Now, you can play out your student/teacher desires!
"Student/teacher" is used very loosely here. You could play out someone getting with their tutor, a player wanting their coach, or even a person who's been lusting after somebody who taught them how to macramé.
Usually, a certain amount of ageplay is implied with student/teacher, but it's not necessary! Anyone can teach another person of the same age, after all.
Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to be specific with said preferences by including exactly what side you want to play or some possible scenarios. How serious or dark or fluffy or sexy the threads are depend on you.
[ooc: I can work with that! I'll start in prose, but feel free to use brackets if you're more comfortable, I can do either. And if you'd like anything changed, please let me know.]
It was only supposed to be an elective - creative writing, although Abbie has loved writing ever since she was young. But it had only taken a matter of hours in class before she decided that she was going to love it. And not only because she was so caught up in the beauty of words, and being able to paint a picture with hers, but also because Professor Cederstrom (so hot, the other girls whispered, although Abbie would never dare say such a thing out loud) really enjoyed what he was teaching.
At first, she never strayed once class ended and she needed to be on her way to the next, or to work, but eventually, she'd begun sticking around long enough to tell him how much she'd enjoyed a particular lecture, or piece of poetry they'd been reviewing. He was always kind to her, always courteous, always answered any and every question she had. And she should absolutely know better than to play such a dangerous game, but she found herself desperate to know if the smiles and looks he graced her with were anything other than a courtesy, the same courtesy that he'd offer anyone else.
Honestly, though, she hoped that maybe, after all of their short conversations, they meant just a little bit more. Maybe she wanted those short conversations and long glances to develop into something more. Maybe she was ridiculous for wanting such things, but here, on the last day of class, she was going to find out if perhaps she'd been misreading things the entire semester long.
Abbie has never moved more slowly in her life, packing notebook and other supplies away, waiting for the class to empty. Thankfully, with summer break on the horizon, it doesn't take long for her classmates to vacate.
There. It's her, and it's Isak, and they're alone. "Professor", she started, mentally cursing the way her voice pitches higher than usual in her nervousness. "I - um ... wanted to tell you how much I've enjoyed your class this semester."
OOC: This is lovely! Thank you so much for starting and for your offer to change! Prose is great; I tend to use brackets when it's more .. casual and short! But thank you again.
For as much Isak enjoyed - loved - teaching, when the last day of classes finally arrived, he was often so elated that he was tempted to sneak into a church just to give thanks to something. Anything. He tried not to focus on finals, the inevitable grading, and all of the tedious paperwork that came with it; instead, he let himself exhale a slow, methodical sigh of relief as the last of his students began to vacate the room.
He smiled and waved, wished them luck on their finals, and shared encouragement while slipping his books and belongings into a leather satchel that was now very well-worn and probably needing a replacement. He made a mental note to start looking for a new one, mumbling something to himself about it. He slung the bag across his body before beginning to clear the whiteboard of his barely legible scribblings, thinking the room was empty.
The sound of Abbie's voice made him jump a little. He thought about trying to recover from the jolt, but wasn't quite sure how. He made another mental note to work on it.
"Ah, Abbie," he replied, returning the eraser to its shelf and dusting his hands off on one another. "I appreciate that." He smiled, trying his hardest not to seem overly ... eager. He was, on any given day, the model of professionalism and decorum, as his mother would've said, but something about Abbie made it harder for him to maintain that persona. He wasn't entirely sure if he liked it or hated it.
He tucked his thumbs into his pockets.
"It's been wonderful having you in class," he added. "You've had some incredibly enlightening things to share with everyone this semester, and I ..." he trailed off for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully. "I ... have enjoyed getting to ... know you, through your writing and through our after-class ... discussions."
They share that sentiment, then, albeit for vastly different reasons. Abbie still had two more finals to go, but once they were done and over with, she didn't have to worry about anything but work, and the upcoming year - her last. Isak still had to read those final papers, and to grade them, and in several different classes!
It was hardly her intention to catch him off-guard as she has, but Abbie would be a liar if she said that she didn't find his surprise really sort of ... endearingly cute.
She laughed softly, smiling apologetically as she slung her bag over one shoulder and took a few small, quick steps away from her desk, ever closer to entering his orbit. He's never outwardly ... what, shown interest? Flirted? Done anything whatsoever that could be considered untoward. But there was something different in the smiles he shared with her and the ones he offered everyone else.
At least ... she hoped she wasn't imagining things. That would make this all the more humiliating.
"Oh, thank you", she started, her smile slowly spreading wider. "It's been ... informative?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "It's been ... a pleasure. I mean, learning from you, obviously, but also ... getting to know you, too."
Of course now was the time her cheeks started flaring pink. Of course.
"I was hoping that we could ... continue getting to know each other? N - now that I'm technically not your student anymore. I understand if you don't want to! Just - if I'm overstepping any boundaries ... "
OOC: I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to respond later today - I have some company over, so I've been preoccupied, but I should get a free moment tonight to respond. :)
Isak tilted his head, taking silent note of the flush of her cheeks. He explained it to himself by blaming the elevated temperature of the room, though he subconsciously wondered if it was something not as ... external. He gave his head a little shake to bring himself back to their conversation and shared a genuine, but small, smile .. mostly to cover his increasing feeling of awkwardness. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then cleared his throat a second time.
"I, uh," he started, scratching his head absentmindedly. "Hm." He glanced down at his shoes and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He gave a little rock on his feet before looking up at her. "I - I do ... want to, that is. It's just .." He paused, thinking. He had tenure, at this point. And as she said, she wouldn't technically be his student any longer - and they couldn't revoke his tenure status even if she was. .. Technically.
He cleared his throat a third time.
"Yes .. we can do that, though .. discretion is generally appreciated. Not just in regards to our position as teacher and student, but .. also in my own, daily life. I don't often like or allow people to .." He trailed off. Let's not reveal too much already, hm? "Well, anyway. I'd like that - very much." He offered a reassuring smile to her, giving another rock on his feet.
It wasn't as though she'd never asked anyone out before (and she wasn't about to mention her first dark years here, the ones that were marked by too much alcohol and waking up in too many strange beds), but this was ... well, it was different on so many levels, wasn't it? Even if she was turned down and ended up humiliated for even doing the asking in the first place, it wasn't as though they'd have to share the same spaces at any point during the next year. Sure, they'd probably see each other - campus was big, but not that big, but it would be easy enough to pretend that none of this had ever happened.
The silence seemed to last forever, with only the sound of him clearing his throat a reprieve. Abbie was certain that he could probably hear the pounding of her heart as loudly as she did. And just as she was beginning to rethink this entire thing ... he offered an answer. Which ... seemed to be in the affirmative, however nervously. To be fair, though, she felt much the same way. The last thing she'd ever want to do is to put his job in jeopardy, it was just - it would be a terrible shame to lose out on exploring the connection between them that she hoped he felt, too.
"Of course. Of course", she answered, nodding adamantly. "I understand completely. I mean, if it helps, we can wait until summer break - it's only a week away."
Isak was apparently holding his breath without realizing, and it was only after she responded to him that he felt comfortable exhaling again. He paused for a moment as the dizziness pulsed and then faded in his head from the lack of oxygen. He gave her another reassuring smile, his hands sweating in his pockets. He was grateful that she understood and could acknowledge the somewhat sensitive nature of what was being suggested. It made him relax a bit more.
He had known many professors who struck up friendships with their students, but it was almost always between two individuals of the same gender. No one seemed to question those, although he had been friends with many of the students who were, in fact, homosexual - and had had flings with their professors. And, of course, when the older and person of "authority" was male while the other party was female, it tended to create a lot of tension and friction in the outside world.
"Thank you," he began, "... For understanding the need to be a little more discreet than normal." He felt his shoulders and muscles relax slightly. "If you identified as male, there wouldn't be an issue, but the world around us and those who live in like to blow things out of proportion when there are two oppositely-gendered individuals involved." Especially if a sexual relationship was to form between them, he thought. Although Isak would never admit his deepest thoughts and feelings to just about anyone, he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about the idea at least once when it came to Abbie. He cleared his throat again; nervous habit.
"If we can, it would make things a bit simpler for me. I am afraid that I won't have any free until I have finished and submitted all of my grades. Plus, there would be a much smaller chance of someone insinuating that our .. spending time together would be motivated for an increased grade on your exam or in this class."
It was amazing how far a smile could go toward calming Abbie's overwrought nerves. Honestly, she had no right to feel even the slightest bit disappointed about having to wait, and he could have told her to get out the moment she dared breach the subject of ... what ... a date?
Absolutely, she didn't want to be seen as the kind of student that went sucking up to professors in order to advance their grades - nor the kind of student willing to trade sexual favors for the same reasons. This had nothing to do with her grade at all, she really had relished getting to know Isak in a more meaningful way than just as her teacher. Just as she's going to enjoy continuing to do so, out from under the university's watchful eye.
It would be a lie to deny wondering from time to time what it would be like to be together like that, but those thoughts were something that she kept entirely to herself. "Neither of us needs that level of scrutiny, you especially."
Abbie breathed out a soft chuckle, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I earned my grade fair and square, they can't take that away from me." She paused, brushing her hair away from her face, only trying to lighten the mood a little, although she knew exactly where he was coming from, and why he wanted to be so cautious. It was for the best for both of them. "That's understandable. I'm sure you still have plenty of work in front of you. Just - you have my contact information on the forms we filled out at the beginning of the semester. When you have the time and you want to see me, you can call, or text, or e-mail - ", she paused again, chuckling softly, a bit embarrassed. "Name a time, a place, I'll be there."
Isak nodded somewhat gravely. Although he had procured tenure, as well as dual citizenship between the U.S. and Sweden, he was still always vaguely worried about being fired and/or deported. He didn't think that it was possible in a legal sense, since he was considered a U.S. citizen, but certainly stranger things had happened. He silently blamed his mother for putting the fears in his head in the first place. And oh, what she would think if she could see him carrying on like this! How many women had she tried to force on him now? 15? 20? Laying on the guilt of wanting a grandchild, her increasing age, blah blah. And for Isak to even be showing interest in someone who was not also Swedish ... well .. Yes, in all manners of speaking, discretion was important.
He let out a laugh at her comment.
"Yes, you did. You certainly earned it fair and square. We'd say, öppen och ärlig. It really was a pleasure getting to read your essays and papers, getting to hear what you had to say and your opinions on what we've learned. I appreciate your being so engaged." He shared a soft, amused smile, nodding.
"Ja," he began. "I have your information." He glanced down at his watch to check the date. "Well, I need to be done with everything in a week." He brought his eyes back up to meet hers. "Why don't we agree upon then? Seven days?"
As far as Abbie was concerned, that was a perfectly reasonable worry. If she were in the same situation, she'd probably do everything possible to stay on the straight and narrow, even if nobody actually was watching over every move she made.
Even so, it would be in their best interest to keep from drawing attention to themselves - he might not lose his job if they were discovered to be more than professor and student (and it was one coffee, it could lead somewhere or it could lead nowhere and she's being presumptuous in assuming anything just yet), but he could be treated very differently, and she'd feel nothing but completely guilty and responsible should that happen.
... Maybe she just couldn't help herself when it came to being interested in the wrong men.
"Thank you", she replied, very clearly pleased with what she found one of the best compliments she'd ever received. "Really, it's all due to you - I can't speak for anyone else, but you had me interested from the first day. I'll, uh, I'm really going to miss this class."
Abbie nodded, biting her bottom lip to keep from grinning like an idiot. Plans! Making plans was a good thing, indeed. "Seven days."
OOC: Okay, so now that I'm back from my trip, do you want to set something up that takes place seven days later? I know you're still in the midst of a move, but let me know what you think! :)
[ooc: I'm here and dying in the heat while I look for a job. I hope the trip was good! Yeah, it makes sense to move to the actual date, so if you want to time skip there, that's fine by me.]
OOC: Haha, I know that pain! It was BRUTAL over in Korea, omg. I don't think I have ever sweat so much. And no A/C ANYWHERE! Everyone had it, but almost no one used it! It was crazy! Okay, I can set something up on his journal and post it here?
[ooc: Agh, that's horrible. I'm really lucky that they do use the A/C here, so the only time I really melt is when I go outside - 113 degrees tomorrow wtf. Yup, go ahead and set it up and hopefully after dinner, I'll be able to reply.]
[Eiter! Technically Lucy is an immortal and ageless grimm reaper, but she lives on Earth and I could see her deciding it would be fun to try her hand at being a high school or college student. If she's the teacher I'd say history would be her subject of choice.]
[ the teacher/mentor figure of the "impress me" variety. open to au ideas if ever! he'd probably teach one of the sciences in a traditional academic setting.
if you want regular old fbi man dylan (who is secretly the best at magic), i play without nysm2 spoilers unless you want me to. no actual preference; just want to avoid accidentally spoiling anyone. ]
[idk if you know dresden files, but dylan seriously pushes all of molly's hot for magic teacher buttons, if you're up for a sorta sheltered, wannabe bad girl from chicago who's actually a very good illusionist]
[ i am always up for illusionists dylan has to tame, pfft
i assume molly doesn't have her powers in this? he probably saw her potential ('cause that's the kinda stalker-y guy he is with the magic world) and figured he'd take her in himself as an apprentice, so! ]
[assume away! i'm totally cool with playing her as a NSYM type magician for this, and saying he discovered her. just let me know if you want me to write the starter, or what have you!]
[just because harry dresden has taken a vow of poverty and "no parties" doesn't mean there's any reason dylan rhodes can't be an incredible magician who just happens to be a powerful sorcerer, right?! i especially love the double-crossover combination for the lulz and irony. also feel free to elaborate/tweak any backstory.]
Molly had been working with Agent Rhodes--or should she say Warden Rhodes?--for a while now. He'd shown up sometime during the investigation of Harry Dresden's alleged murder, and never really went away. Murphy probably hated him because he was a Fed, and she'd been recently suspended from the CPD for doing the Right Thing, but Molly? Molly had been drawn to him like a beacon in a storm. She'd all but gone to pieces after Chichen Itza, and the shooting, and she'd been more than a little scared to show her face--because without her beloved mentor to vouch for her, the White Counsel was probably ready to bring the Doom of Damocles down on her head for her mistakes. And she had made a lot of them.
And somehow, out of the ashes of all of that, Dylan had stepped up. Stepped in. Taken her under his wing.
He'd opened her eyes a completely different perspective on the world of magic.
[Karen could be the student for an actual school teacher or similar, or she could tutor another student. Or she could play either role for a fellow magical girl.]
[Either works, I tend to headcanon Hari went on to become either a healer or DADA teacher so even if you want to go that route and take the former option she could have taken an apprentice or I suppose ended up replacing Madam Pomfrey.]
There's a bantha in the Knights' training room of the Finalizer. Namely, a bright pink bantha wearing a sign around its neck that says, in bold letters, you reap what you sow, Master Ren.
Since he's taken her on as his apprentice Ren has worked her tirelessly to the bone, forcing her to train at all hours of the day and night cycle. Rey does it diligently and without complaint, fighting his Knights one after the other in training exercises that would make even the hardiest warrior sink to their knees in exhaustion.
Finally when she's bested the last of them for the day, a tall man with a terrifying halberd axe, she turns to Ren — who's been observing the sparring exercises with a calm and scrutinizing eye.
Rey catches her breath, sweat beading on her brow and her lip curled in an adrenaline-laced sneer. "...Am I to fight you, next? Finally?"
Ren has taken a certain amount of pleasure in pushing Rey to her limits like this. Rey has a lot of potential, and though he's loathe to admit that some aspects of her strength surpass his in some areas, he's at least glad he's been able to get onto the right side of things.
The sparring room clears out as Ren dismisses his knights. He doesn't even bother addressing Rey until they're the only ones in the room. Before he responds, he visibly looks her over.
[ Either works for me. If Mayuzumi's playing the teacher role, he could be tutoring someone on the side as a favor or part-time job while he's in high school/college, or aged up to be an actual teacher. ]
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Isak Cederström | OC | Het
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It was only supposed to be an elective - creative writing, although Abbie has loved writing ever since she was young. But it had only taken a matter of hours in class before she decided that she was going to love it. And not only because she was so caught up in the beauty of words, and being able to paint a picture with hers, but also because Professor Cederstrom (so hot, the other girls whispered, although Abbie would never dare say such a thing out loud) really enjoyed what he was teaching.
At first, she never strayed once class ended and she needed to be on her way to the next, or to work, but eventually, she'd begun sticking around long enough to tell him how much she'd enjoyed a particular lecture, or piece of poetry they'd been reviewing. He was always kind to her, always courteous, always answered any and every question she had. And she should absolutely know better than to play such a dangerous game, but she found herself desperate to know if the smiles and looks he graced her with were anything other than a courtesy, the same courtesy that he'd offer anyone else.
Honestly, though, she hoped that maybe, after all of their short conversations, they meant just a little bit more. Maybe she wanted those short conversations and long glances to develop into something more. Maybe she was ridiculous for wanting such things, but here, on the last day of class, she was going to find out if perhaps she'd been misreading things the entire semester long.
Abbie has never moved more slowly in her life, packing notebook and other supplies away, waiting for the class to empty. Thankfully, with summer break on the horizon, it doesn't take long for her classmates to vacate.
There. It's her, and it's Isak, and they're alone. "Professor", she started, mentally cursing the way her voice pitches higher than usual in her nervousness. "I - um ... wanted to tell you how much I've enjoyed your class this semester."
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For as much Isak enjoyed - loved - teaching, when the last day of classes finally arrived, he was often so elated that he was tempted to sneak into a church just to give thanks to something. Anything. He tried not to focus on finals, the inevitable grading, and all of the tedious paperwork that came with it; instead, he let himself exhale a slow, methodical sigh of relief as the last of his students began to vacate the room.
He smiled and waved, wished them luck on their finals, and shared encouragement while slipping his books and belongings into a leather satchel that was now very well-worn and probably needing a replacement. He made a mental note to start looking for a new one, mumbling something to himself about it. He slung the bag across his body before beginning to clear the whiteboard of his barely legible scribblings, thinking the room was empty.
The sound of Abbie's voice made him jump a little. He thought about trying to recover from the jolt, but wasn't quite sure how. He made another mental note to work on it.
"Ah, Abbie," he replied, returning the eraser to its shelf and dusting his hands off on one another. "I appreciate that." He smiled, trying his hardest not to seem overly ... eager. He was, on any given day, the model of professionalism and decorum, as his mother would've said, but something about Abbie made it harder for him to maintain that persona. He wasn't entirely sure if he liked it or hated it.
He tucked his thumbs into his pockets.
"It's been wonderful having you in class," he added. "You've had some incredibly enlightening things to share with everyone this semester, and I ..." he trailed off for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully. "I ... have enjoyed getting to ... know you, through your writing and through our after-class ... discussions."
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They share that sentiment, then, albeit for vastly different reasons. Abbie still had two more finals to go, but once they were done and over with, she didn't have to worry about anything but work, and the upcoming year - her last. Isak still had to read those final papers, and to grade them, and in several different classes!
It was hardly her intention to catch him off-guard as she has, but Abbie would be a liar if she said that she didn't find his surprise really sort of ... endearingly cute.
She laughed softly, smiling apologetically as she slung her bag over one shoulder and took a few small, quick steps away from her desk, ever closer to entering his orbit. He's never outwardly ... what, shown interest? Flirted? Done anything whatsoever that could be considered untoward. But there was something different in the smiles he shared with her and the ones he offered everyone else.
At least ... she hoped she wasn't imagining things. That would make this all the more humiliating.
"Oh, thank you", she started, her smile slowly spreading wider. "It's been ... informative?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "It's been ... a pleasure. I mean, learning from you, obviously, but also ... getting to know you, too."
Of course now was the time her cheeks started flaring pink. Of course.
"I was hoping that we could ... continue getting to know each other? N - now that I'm technically not your student anymore. I understand if you don't want to! Just - if I'm overstepping any boundaries ... "
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"I, uh," he started, scratching his head absentmindedly. "Hm." He glanced down at his shoes and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He gave a little rock on his feet before looking up at her. "I - I do ... want to, that is. It's just .." He paused, thinking. He had tenure, at this point. And as she said, she wouldn't technically be his student any longer - and they couldn't revoke his tenure status even if she was. .. Technically.
He cleared his throat a third time.
"Yes .. we can do that, though .. discretion is generally appreciated. Not just in regards to our position as teacher and student, but .. also in my own, daily life. I don't often like or allow people to .." He trailed off. Let's not reveal too much already, hm? "Well, anyway. I'd like that - very much." He offered a reassuring smile to her, giving another rock on his feet.
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The silence seemed to last forever, with only the sound of him clearing his throat a reprieve. Abbie was certain that he could probably hear the pounding of her heart as loudly as she did. And just as she was beginning to rethink this entire thing ... he offered an answer. Which ... seemed to be in the affirmative, however nervously. To be fair, though, she felt much the same way. The last thing she'd ever want to do is to put his job in jeopardy, it was just - it would be a terrible shame to lose out on exploring the connection between them that she hoped he felt, too.
"Of course. Of course", she answered, nodding adamantly. "I understand completely. I mean, if it helps, we can wait until summer break - it's only a week away."
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He had known many professors who struck up friendships with their students, but it was almost always between two individuals of the same gender. No one seemed to question those, although he had been friends with many of the students who were, in fact, homosexual - and had had flings with their professors. And, of course, when the older and person of "authority" was male while the other party was female, it tended to create a lot of tension and friction in the outside world.
"Thank you," he began, "... For understanding the need to be a little more discreet than normal." He felt his shoulders and muscles relax slightly. "If you identified as male, there wouldn't be an issue, but the world around us and those who live in like to blow things out of proportion when there are two oppositely-gendered individuals involved." Especially if a sexual relationship was to form between them, he thought. Although Isak would never admit his deepest thoughts and feelings to just about anyone, he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about the idea at least once when it came to Abbie. He cleared his throat again; nervous habit.
"If we can, it would make things a bit simpler for me. I am afraid that I won't have any free until I have finished and submitted all of my grades. Plus, there would be a much smaller chance of someone insinuating that our .. spending time together would be motivated for an increased grade on your exam or in this class."
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Absolutely, she didn't want to be seen as the kind of student that went sucking up to professors in order to advance their grades - nor the kind of student willing to trade sexual favors for the same reasons. This had nothing to do with her grade at all, she really had relished getting to know Isak in a more meaningful way than just as her teacher. Just as she's going to enjoy continuing to do so, out from under the university's watchful eye.
It would be a lie to deny wondering from time to time what it would be like to be together like that, but those thoughts were something that she kept entirely to herself. "Neither of us needs that level of scrutiny, you especially."
Abbie breathed out a soft chuckle, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I earned my grade fair and square, they can't take that away from me." She paused, brushing her hair away from her face, only trying to lighten the mood a little, although she knew exactly where he was coming from, and why he wanted to be so cautious. It was for the best for both of them. "That's understandable. I'm sure you still have plenty of work in front of you. Just - you have my contact information on the forms we filled out at the beginning of the semester. When you have the time and you want to see me, you can call, or text, or e-mail - ", she paused again, chuckling softly, a bit embarrassed. "Name a time, a place, I'll be there."
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He let out a laugh at her comment.
"Yes, you did. You certainly earned it fair and square. We'd say, öppen och ärlig. It really was a pleasure getting to read your essays and papers, getting to hear what you had to say and your opinions on what we've learned. I appreciate your being so engaged." He shared a soft, amused smile, nodding.
"Ja," he began. "I have your information." He glanced down at his watch to check the date. "Well, I need to be done with everything in a week." He brought his eyes back up to meet hers. "Why don't we agree upon then? Seven days?"
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Even so, it would be in their best interest to keep from drawing attention to themselves - he might not lose his job if they were discovered to be more than professor and student (and it was one coffee, it could lead somewhere or it could lead nowhere and she's being presumptuous in assuming anything just yet), but he could be treated very differently, and she'd feel nothing but completely guilty and responsible should that happen.
... Maybe she just couldn't help herself when it came to being interested in the wrong men.
"Thank you", she replied, very clearly pleased with what she found one of the best compliments she'd ever received. "Really, it's all due to you - I can't speak for anyone else, but you had me interested from the first day. I'll, uh, I'm really going to miss this class."
Abbie nodded, biting her bottom lip to keep from grinning like an idiot. Plans! Making plans was a good thing, indeed. "Seven days."
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John Allerdyce | X-Men Movieverse | OTA
Lucy P. Oswald || Original
Scott Summers | X-Men | M/M
dylan rhodes ( now you see me ) ota | nysm2-compliant, crossover-friendly
if you want regular old fbi man dylan (who is secretly the best at magic), i play without nysm2 spoilers unless you want me to. no actual preference; just want to avoid accidentally spoiling anyone. ]
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i assume molly doesn't have her powers in this? he probably saw her potential ('cause that's the kinda stalker-y guy he is with the magic world) and figured he'd take her in himself as an apprentice, so! ]
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i suddenly also realised though that i can au dylan to be an incredible sorcerer SO HEY, whichever works! ]
both? both is good.
Molly had been working with Agent Rhodes--or should she say Warden Rhodes?--for a while now. He'd shown up sometime during the investigation of Harry Dresden's alleged murder, and never really went away. Murphy probably hated him because he was a Fed, and she'd been recently suspended from the CPD for doing the Right Thing, but Molly? Molly had been drawn to him like a beacon in a storm. She'd all but gone to pieces after Chichen Itza, and the shooting, and she'd been more than a little scared to show her face--because without her beloved mentor to vouch for her, the White Counsel was probably ready to bring the Doom of Damocles down on her head for her mistakes. And she had made a lot of them.
And somehow, out of the ashes of all of that, Dylan had stepped up. Stepped in. Taken her under his wing.
He'd opened her eyes a completely different perspective on the world of magic.
Peter Parker | Amazing Spiderman | OTA
Karen Minazuki ♥ Yes! Pretty Cure 5 ♥ f/f
Harriet Potter (rule 63) Harry Potter
Kylo Ren | Star Wars
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Since he's taken her on as his apprentice Ren has worked her tirelessly to the bone, forcing her to train at all hours of the day and night cycle. Rey does it diligently and without complaint, fighting his Knights one after the other in training exercises that would make even the hardiest warrior sink to their knees in exhaustion.
Finally when she's bested the last of them for the day, a tall man with a terrifying halberd axe, she turns to Ren — who's been observing the sparring exercises with a calm and scrutinizing eye.
Rey catches her breath, sweat beading on her brow and her lip curled in an adrenaline-laced sneer. "...Am I to fight you, next? Finally?"
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The sparring room clears out as Ren dismisses his knights. He doesn't even bother addressing Rey until they're the only ones in the room. Before he responds, he visibly looks her over.
"You hardly look capable enough to fight me."
Chihiro Mayuzumi | Kuroko no Basuke | OTA