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Maybe
it’s because the Mortuary Science professor is so incorrigible that
he’s also maddeningly attractive.
You’re
really not surprised that most of his students pay attention to
nothing else but him during class. Not only is he one of the most
handsome teachers on campus – skin like alabaster, long silver
hair, and chartreuse eyes that are often hidden – he’s also one
of the scariest. That is, he’s harsh with his grading, and he has
his own rules for the classroom that differ from the university’s
rules in general. What he says is that you’ll follow his rules, “or
else!” So far, he’s been just frightening enough that nobody’s
been willing to find out what or else is.
His
students from previous classes have even nicknamed him The Undertaker, both because of the major he teaches and because
he’s so brutal with grading and rules. (His real name is Adrian
Crevan, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone call him Mr.
Crevan. Nobody seems to call him anything but Undertaker.)
Given
that you’re working closely with him every day, students frequently
ask you if you know what his or else is. Whenever they do, you
just reply, “You end up like me… grading papers and driving
practice cadavers to class!” The look they all get on their face is
hilarious, especially after you tell them that after a while of
transporting cadavers, your car starts to smell like dead people.
And
of course,Adrian laughs so hard at that, you don’t have the
heart to tell the students the truth, that not only do you not use
your own car, they’re not even real corpses. (As soon as the
students use them for practice, you’re found out, but most everyone
forgets about your comments by then.)
All
in all, you actually like the work that you’re doing with Adrian.
You get to assist him while also attending his classes and earning
your degree. Despite the fact that it is a lot of work to help
him out while you’re trying to pay attention, take notes, and
participate in class, it’s a kind of challenge that you have fun
balancing. Even when you have some free time, you’ll pop in to help
just so you can see him. Though he’s not always teaching class when
you do, he always accepts your help. There’s a lot for a professor
to do, so you get the sense he appreciates any little bit of
assistance.
He’s
got such a refreshing personality. One might think a mortician (or,
really, anybody who has anything to do with the profession) is a
morbid person. Not Adrian. He loves to make and hear jokes, he’s
always laughing or smiling, and outside of his strict grading and
classroom rules, he’s a fairly easygoing man. He seems to get along
with everybody, students and teachers alike.
It
also appears that he has a special interest in you for some reason.
Today
is one of the days when he doesn’t have many classes scheduled, and
you’ve only got one or two, so most of your free time is spent in
Adrian’s classroom, helping with whatever he needs. He’s taking
the opportunity to catch up on grading a few sets of essays he’s
been behind on. The students completed these a month ago and are
still waiting to see their marks. Even though he usually only takes a
week or two with getting assignments like this back to them, you know
he’s been busy since finals are coming up next month. He doesn’t
say anything, but you think he’s busy with his personal life as
well. Lately he just seems a bit tired.
You
know better than to ask; he doesn’t talk about his personal life
much and seems like he’s not interested in doing so. You just help
him in any way you can, and you’re pretty sure he knows you’re
here if he decides he wants to talk.
“Adriaaaaaaan,”
you call, tapping your red marker against the desk for a second. He’s
sitting right at his desk while you’re in one of the students’
desks. So why not ask him rather than mess this up? “How much did
you want me to take off for spelling and grammar mistakes, again?”
A
hum leaves him before he glances up toward you with a smile.
“Five-page essays, y’ take off three points f’r ev’ry one’a
those, ‘n’ five points for anythin’ that ain’t formatted
right, like the ‘eaders.” Another moment passes in silence, then
he moves to get up. “Y’ alright, love? We been at it a while. Y’
wanna take a little break?”
“Oh
– if you want. I just know you’re busy, so I was trying to get as
much done as I could…” You smile back and set your marker down.
If he’s offering a break, though, you’re happy to take it. He
probably needs one, too. Even though you can’t see his eyes, you’re
willing to bet there are dark lines under them. “You’re gonna
join me, right? You’ve been working so hard lately, Adrian.”
“Hehe…
y’ think, ‘uh?” He stretches before coming over to where you’re
sitting and leaning over your shoulder. Although it seems like he’s
looking at something, you haven’t the faintest clue what he might
be looking at. “Y’re sweet. ‘N’ y’ know, I like yer ‘air
like this. Put up ‘n’ all.” His fingers start fiddling with
your messy bun, and you can sort of feel his long fingernails poking
lightly against your scalp. “Makes y’ look kinda like a sexy
librarian, ehehehe!”
Your
face flushes as soon as you hear that. Did he seriously just call you sexy…? You and Adrian have sort of casually flirted with
each other before, but this is the first time he’s said anything
quite like that. “Oh, my God, no…” A smile finds its way onto
your face regardless. Having him say things like that and be touching
your hair feels… so intimate.
He
chuckles, continuing to play with your bun. His fingers and nails
twist around and tug some strands of hair out of it, and yet, you
can’t really bring yourself to care that much. It was falling down
before anyway. “Y’r ‘air’s soft, too. I ain’t movin’ too
fast ‘ere, am I? ‘Cause…” His hands move down, fingers
spreading with a feather-light touch against your neck. “I could
slow down. Y’know, if… if y’ ain’t as int’ this ol’ bat
as ‘e is int’ y’.”
“Adrian…”
Your smile gets a little wider. You roll your neck to one side,
giving him an opening if he wants to do more than just touch you
there. “If you’re going to do something… like… kiss me…
just do it.”
“Mm…
right, right…” That seems to be all the prompting he needs. His
hands shift again, and this time, they press down against your hips
as his mouth sets itself against your neck. You think you feel teeth
scrape lightly against your skin, but you can’t be sure. It all
feels so… good. He lets out a sigh, warm breath ghosting
over your neck. “Been wantin’ ta do this f’r a while.”
“Oh…
yeah… me, too…” you murmur. After a moment, you think you’re
bold enough to reach up and twine your arm around his neck to pull
him closer against you. “You know, I’ve… kind of had a crush on
you.”
God,
that laugh of his is like a shot of espresso. It makes you feel warm
and energetic. “No kiddin’? Same ‘ere.”
You
tense up and laugh along when he kisses your neck again. Hopefully
nobody walks in; his next class doesn’t start for an hour. “Aw.
Well, in that case, maybe we should go out sometime.”
“Y’
think?” His hands stay where they are, nails digging gently into
your hips, and he bends down to press a kiss to your lips. “Yeah,
we could. ‘S up ta y’, anyway. Real relationship might be nice
f’r once… I can’t remember the last time I ‘ad somethin’
like that.”
He’s
so intoxicating. You feel like you could stay like this with him
forever and not be bored. “Sounds good to me. Why don’t I pick
you up for dinner tomorrow? Around seven? Or we could see a movie?”
He
gives you another kiss, and one of his arms snakes around to circle
your stomach, right under your chest. “I got a better idea, if y’re
up f’r it. ‘Ow ‘bout I cancel my evenin’ class, ‘n’ we
can… fool round, right on my desk?”
Your
whole face goes red at what he’s implying. You’re not drunk off
his kiss anymore, but this… this might be nice.
“You
know…” You tilt your head back, grinning at him. “We could do
that without you canceling the class. I think we could be fast
enough.”
It’s
his turn to blush. After a few seconds, though, he returns your grin.
“Lord, I think I’m in love.”
Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Peter Parker and children)
Genre: MAJORFluff
Word Count: Around 700 words?
Prompt 016: “And right over there, that’s where I simultaneously killed hundreds of enemies. Probably the happiest moment of my life.” “Excuse me?” “I mean, that memory was one of them, meeting you was the happiest moment of my life.”
“And right over there, that’s where I simultaneously killed hundreds of enemies. Probably the happiest moment of my life.” You pronounced, showing Peter and your children the street you had single-handedly taken down hundreds. At first, you had hated the memory, but as time progressed, you soon came to turns, and eventually, it began one of the best moments of your life.
“Excuse me?” Your husband asked you, perplexed. His hand was placed over his heart, taken back by your statement. You rolled your eyes at his dramatic scene, however, both Peter and the kids loved it. They stared at you wide-eyed, waiting for your response eagerly.
“I mean, that memory was one of them, meeting you was the happiest moment of my life.” You reassured him, a bright smile displayed on your features. Loki nose crinkled at your response, a loud laugh emitting through his throat. You crouched down to your kids, hugging them closely.
“Let’s let daddy think that’s the happiest moment of my life. I’m still quite happy of that memory.”
“I heard you!” Loki exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around both you and your kids, lifting you all up in the air. Your kids squeaked, clutching onto both you and Loki tightly. Peter laughed at the scene before him, smiling ear-to-ear.
“You two might be my favorite aunt and uncle. Well… other than Aunt May, she’s number one.” Your eyes glowered, turning into a dark indigo. Icicles began to form around you, encircling and aiming towards Peter, who gulped.
“Ummm… I never meant it in a defensive way-”
“Reindeer Games is your favorite uncle?”
Peter turned around slowly, face-to-face with Tony.
“Oh come on guys… I consider you all family. You all mean so much to me,” Peter said. Tony glared at him.
“Explain to me how he’s your favorite uncle? I distinctly remember you telling me you were terrified of meeting him. I also gave you a suit, I upgraded it afterward. I even gave you an internship.” Tony remarked. Peter’s face fell, shrugging his shoulders.
“Technically, you didn’t give me an internship…” Tony’s eyes widened, making you chuckle. Tony faced you and glared.
“This doesn’t concern you, I don’t want to be impaled today, Katara.” Your eye-twitched… that stupid nickname… “Well, if you’re gonna be striking nerves, I might have to intervene.” Both your kids and husband gazed at you, concern written on your faces.
“Mommy’s gonna kick your-”
“Language!” Loki quickly shushed his children, settling them down on the cement. “Don’t do anything too rash love,” Loki muttered.
“Well… if it makes you feel any better, I consider you more like a father-type of figure Mr. Stark.” Peter interceeded. Tony was about to say something when his phone started to go off. He quickly answered.
“Hi, honey… no. I’m with Peter right now and-uhh, no? Are you kidding me? Alright. I’ll be right there… love you… bye.” Tony quickly hung up, rubbing his temples. He looked at Peter and Loki one last time.
“We’ll discuss this at dinner.” Tony then flew away, making Peter slightly anxious. Turning to you and Loki.
“Hey, I know this is last minute, but can-”
“Yes, Peter. You can stay at our house tonight.” Loki quickly answered, scooping up his children. “We’re having Thor over if it’s too much trouble. And desert tonight is ice cream-”
“Yay! Uncle Thor is coming over!” Your children screamed happily. “Uncle Peter! You can sleep on the airbed we just got!” One of your kids said excitedly, bouncing happily.
“That’ll be fantastic. May is not going to be back in town for a few days, so it’d be awesome to spend time with you. But umm… Aunt (Y/n)… if you don’t mind, can you perhaps… remove the icicles? It’s bothering me.” Peter asked slowly, pointing to the dozen of icicles hovering around Peter.
You quickly muttered an apology, turning the icicles into the water, resulting in it to rain onto the ground. Peter thanked you quickly, running up to you.
“I can see how you defeated all of those enemies, could you tell us the story when we get back home?” Peter suggested, smiling innocently.
“Storytime!” Loki and your children yelled simultaneously, making everyone laugh.
“If you retell your story, I get to retell mine as well,” Loki said smugly. “I have thousands of them-”
Imagine any time you are stress-baking Loki follows you around kitchen, scoffing at recipes, complaining about flavours and constantly getting underfoot. But the moment you don’t pay attention he runs away with whatever baked goods he managed to snatch. At last, you bake something to his taste to stop him from being a nuisance and demand a price… – A “thank you”, here – you point to your cheek, – Here? – Loki rips his gaze from steaming bowl clutched to your chest, and frowns – What do you mean? – Thank you kiss you silly. Loki gives you most mischievous smile and delivers a long and passionate kiss to your lips. You are left standing in the kitchen with no pastries in sight besides one stuffed in your still gaping mouth. Loki is happy you showed him such an effective method to get his favourite treats and keeps applying it generously.
(Where your born with the same tattoo as your soulmate)
This sunshine, was beyond excited when he was young when he finally understood the meaning of his tattoo.
You first met him when they went to the Balmara
you were the only human helping the Balmarans.
Your cape had been ripped off from a Galaran soilder you had been fighting, the tattoo on your shoulder was visible.
He had seen you from his lion, and then he had saw the tattoo.
This boy screamed. a high pitched squeal
he rammed straight into a rock with his lion
after almost dying
After the battle, he found you sitting atop a cliff watching the stars.
He approached you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His heart filled with excitement once again.
“your uh kinda my soulmate.”
“Well come kiss me handsome.”
~
Keith~ Black and White Soulmate Au
(When you only see black and white until you find your soulmate)
He hated the idea of a “soulmate”
Because of a soulmate he was forced to see in black and white all his life.
He still wasn’t used to it.
He had walked into the wrong lions multiple times.
“Keith I’m the blue lions Paladin!”
“What the fu—“
You first met him at the space mall.
You had been growling trying to figure out the mall’s map in your hand, which the clerk told you was color coated.
you didn’t notice where you were going until your tripped, bringing someone down with you.
“Hey! Watch it!”
“Sorry! I….”
First color you saw was Violet.
First color he saw was E/C.
You both marveled at each other, seeing all kinds of colors.
Until you took a good look at your soulmate, you nudged him playfully.
“So…..you come here often?”
“Shut up and love me.”
~
Lance~ First words Soulmate Au.
(Where you have the first words you soulmate says to you on your wrist.)
“Just my luck to see someone as beautiful as you.”
You were always deeply flattered by what your soulmate would say, you hoped you would say something just as flirty right back.
“Go shove that compliment up someone’s as—“
Whoever his soulmate was, never got to finish their sentence, but he knew exactly what it meant.
He was hurt, what had he said to make someone so frustrated?
You had failed 3 tests and your engineering exam. You were about ready to throw Iversion out the window. Plus your were starving since your lunch had been canceled by a lecture he had given you as well.
Seeing your slouching form, Lance slicked his hair back and made his way to you.
“Just my luck to meet someone as beautiful as you.”
You were annoyed with the world, and annoyed with whoever this idiot was.
“You can go shove that compliment up someone’s as—“
He hugged you before you could finish your sentence.
“Hey there love, it’s been way to long.”
“well I’m here now aren’t I?”
~
Hunk~Writing Soulmate Au
(Where when you write on any part of your body it appears on your soulmate as well.)
He first noticed it on the back of his hand.
This cinnamon roll was confused and automatically panicked.
He let whoever was writing in their hand alone for a couple of weeks.
Until you drew a rather funky looking cat on your hand.
He found it ridiculously cute So he wrote “Hello?”
Seeing that on your wrist nearly gave you a heart attack.
“is it me or did I just see hello appear on my hand.”
“nah I like your cat by the way.”
“thank you?”
After that both of you started to write to each everynight, sometimes on your arms other times on your legs.
it was like texting.
but in space.
With a pen.
Although, both of you were oblivious.
You had been on the team for a while still not noticing your soulmate greeted you everyday.
Still both of you didn’t know the mystery of the writing buddy you both had.
Until you asked for his name.
“Hunk Garrett! What’s yours?”
He heard a loud squeal and a *thump* next door.
His door slid open to reveal you
you were a blushing mess
“It’s Y/N, Hunk, my name is Y/N L/N.”
“Oh course I know that why would you….oh….Oh!”
You attacked him in a hug.
~
Pidge~Birthday Soulmate Au.
(When you celebrate your 15th birthday, the name of your soulmate appears on your skin)
You and pidge had banters all of time.
You reminded Shiro of Lance and Keith.
Usually you and her would go head to head on who could create or program the best.
You were a specialized engineer at the Garrison.
you could literally feel the jealousy from pidge.
it was your birthday, although you were feeling extremely homesick and lonely.
Of course you had the other Paladins, but you just needed a special someone.
You recalled caught your thoughts.
“Now, Now, calm your jets, Y/N you will meet your soulmate, on your 15th birthday.” “feels like I’m waiting for a drivers license grandma.”
Sliding up your sleeve you expected nothing to be there.
Katie Holt
“Pidge….?”
“Why are you saying my name you creep.”
You screamed.
It took pidge 10 mintues to calm your heart down.
It wasn’t slowing down with your freaking soulmate 3 inches from you.
It’s a little odd to Ignis, being the one took care of instead of the one taking care of another. He’s stiff for a second, but relaxes to their touch. It becomes a nightly routine pretty quickly.
Noctis asks to have his hair dried. He’s a little spoiled and showers make him sleepy, and he had no shame laying his face in his partners lap while they dry his hair. Has fallen asleep this way several times.
Gladio takes care of his hair and can be a little picky about how it’s dried, so he may not like it at first. Once he tells them how he likes to do it (without getting split ends) he may be up for it more often.
If anyone is going to turn to mush it’s going to be Prompto. He lives for any sort of affection, especially the romantic domestic stuff. Like most things, Prompto will gladly return the favor.
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