JONATHAN NICHOLS

( @jthiccols )

“Dmitri,” Jonathan rolled his eyes upon seeing who was it that sneaked into his office. He wasn’t even surprised to see Dmitri snooping around; the boy seemed to be doing anything he could to make Jon’s life less enjoyable and in all honesty, Jonathan had no idea why. And them being kind of family seemed to make matters worse. Not like he would have found anything dangerous, illegal and/or incriminating anyway -- Jonathan wasn’t this reckless, he had hidden those somewhere else other than his office. “What do I owe this... rather questionable pleasure?” he asked as he approached his desk, taking a look at the papers and rolled his eyes at the grade on Dmitri’s paper. “You do realise my office hours are tomorrow, right? And I could give you detention for just breathing next to my office without my permission?” he asked, raising his brow.

Once the initial worry died down, Jonathan just let out a sigh as he watched Jayden being so distracted that he didn’t even notice him come in, knowing that trying to take that kid away from Ana’s pets would result in the biggest hysteria that day. After all, he trusted Anastasiya and knew she wouldn’t put the kid in the harm’s way if she was sure her pets will hurt him. “So,” he hummed as he took a seat. “How many desperate calls to Emilia did you make in those few hours?” he asked with a teasing grin.

“From what I studied, wrackspurts don’t get in your eyes, Teddy,” Jonathan sighed and looked at the student. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”

    Maybe she was just looking for trouble. Maybe it was just an excuse to get into a fight and forget about everything else that was going on around her. Roxanne just needed an excuse to blow up and when the jerk made fun of her dreads, saying her hair was probably just dirty and making rude racial slurs, she had lost it and went off on them. Roxanne now sat there with a busted lip as the other lectured her. It had been a couple years since she had last gotten in an actual fight.      “I’m not sorry– I’ll kick their arse again if it teaches them a lesson.” 

“You know I will have to dock you points for that, right?” Jonathan let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. 

   “You’re making me go where with you?” A pause as he stared at the other in silence, “But I already did something today.” He whined playfully. “Can’t we just relax the rest of the day?”

“Mr. Weasley, do you want that extra credit or not?” Jonathan asked, rolling his eyes slightly.

a satisfied sigh left his lips as he slowly got down from his euphoria. he slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard, eyes gazing down at the man laying next to him. he couldn’t help but fondly run his fingers through the man’s hair. “ jon, hey. you’re not allowed to sleep. you have a class to teach in an hour. ”

jonathan let out a small hum at the feeling of jareth’s fingers running through his hair and he just moved a little closer to the man. “mhhhm, an hour is enough time for a nap,” he mused and leaned up to press a lazy kiss to the other’s lips. “tell me why i took this teaching job, again?”