Alternative Education - an AU Riddick fic
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tirsdenWarnings: This fic deals with illegal relationship material (in the US anyways) and contains a lot of adult content. It is not hardcore or even softcore really, but it is technically slash (male/male pairing). Read at your own risk.
Introduction and explanation: This is a byproduct of brain-breaking roleplaying fun. If you've seen Pitch Black or The Chronicles of Riddick, you know the character Riddick as played by Vin Diesel. (If you don't, this fic won't make as much sense and a lot of the crackyness will be lost and some references won't make as much sense. Plus I totally slacked on character physical description. All those things count for the other character featured here as well.) If you know Lord Recluse from the game universe City of Villains / City of Heroes, then you know Stefan Richter, although you probably don't know him as well as some. Google Riddick for pics, and Stefan in the fic will be a touch taller than Riddick, huge muscular build, handsome nordic features, short blond hair and ice blue eyes.
Alright. Now imagine Riddick in modern day Los Angeles, with a little backstory as to how aliens are on the planet that also implies eyeshine is a Furyan trait, and then make him a high school art teacher. Cracky enough? Now we take an already AU'd version of Stefan Richter, who in that AU as created by two friends is a psychotic killer masquerading as a police officer, obsessed with his friend Marcus (Statesman, but before either man got their powers), and who at one point actually meets the "real" Riddick (roleplayed by me), in 1929 London (explaining how that came about requires inter-dimensional travel and a penchant for crossovers). Now take Stefan and turn him into an almost 17-year-old high school student with a massive crush on Mr. Riddick. Press play. xD This fic was actually written while my power was out and teacher!Riddick was bouncing off the walls of my head because he hadn't actually gotten to play with student!Psycho yet. Please see the deviation description for all related credits and copyright info.
teacher!Riddick: Alternative Education
an AU short-fic by tirsden
for student!Psycho
Riddick took another swig from his bottle of water, the robe tied loosely around him. They were almost done with the shoot. Naughty Alien Teacher Ate My Homework. Deliciously appropriate. Riddick was most certainly not of origin on this planet, and his heart was thoroughly entrenched in teaching art to the many high school students who adored him.
Art appreciation, art history, actual artistic skills, it didn't matter. He loved it all, and he loved to share it. He also loved the more colorful side of life, the dirtier side, the riskier side. The fact that he worked for almost nothing was the only reason the school board put up with him. They were really gonna pitch a fit when this little excursion hit newsstands.
"We're ready for you, Richard."
That would be the photography director of Playgirl magazine, who called everyone by their first name as a habit. Or a quirk. The Furyan wasn't used to that, most people just called him Riddick... not counting his students, who called him Mr. Riddick, something he still found rather amusing. But for the current setting and subject matter, somehow the first name thing worked.
Riddick set the bottle down and returned to the set, a mock schoolroom complete with an apple on the desk. This project was just so much damn fun, a complete and total blast. He'd especially liked the dark and night-time scenes. They let him show off his eyes.
The engine of the red 1996 Ferrari F355 Spider roared ecstatically as Riddick shifted into high gear. The interstate flew by, top down and hot air whipping past him, speakers screaming heavy metal, clear blue California sky to the horizon. Not a single cop in sight. He'd take the long way home.
He stopped at the beach and listened for the beep of his car alarm arming as he strode up to a refreshment stand. A minute later he was strolling down the boardwalk, ice-cold bottle of Coke in hand, enjoying the day.
It wasn't long before he stopped to lean against the railing, watching a group of teenage boys roughhouse in the water. The Furyan swirled the half-consumed beverage around in the bottle, his thoughts drifting elsewhere. He was thinking of one particular teenage boy, the student all the other teachers called the "bad seed." His favorite student. Stefan Richter.
It was strange to think of the boy by his first name. Riddick called everyone by their last names by default. His thoughts sidetracked to the Playgirl director, "We're ready for you, Richard," but he steered his mind back to the subject at hand. That kid. What to do about that kid.
It wasn't that Riddick wanted to reform the rebellious student. Far from it. And besides, Richter was always so very attentive in the Furyan's class. A+ student while he failed everything else. Riddick doubted it was the subject matter that drew the kid, though he himself found such pleasure in it. No, he had a good idea there was more to it.
It wasn't just the stellar classwork or the fact that if Richter cut classes, he could often be found sitting in on other periods of Riddick's class. No, it was the way the kid looked at him when he thought teacher couldn't see. Goggles were so much fun for that. And the feelings in Richter's eyes when the kid stole those little glances... Riddick wanted to explore those feelings. Fully.
He grinned and shook his head, pushing away from the rail and walking slowly back towards his car. He'd just have to wait and see if a choice opportunity came up. He had no problems at all with banging someone underage, especially someone as hot and smart as Richter. And the kid was quite the looker, though his antisocial tendencies had earned him no friends among his fellow students.
The larger picture was that Riddick seriously didn't want to lose his job. Fucking the students was a big no-no. That wouldn't stop him if he could get away with it... but nobody could know. If everything went right, it'd be worth it when it came to Richter. There was no denying that Riddick liked the kid. Yes, he'd definitely have to wait and see what happened. Be kind to me, Fate. I run with your whims, add this one to the list why don't ya?
Riddick woke in a cold sweat, eyes flicking about the purple illumination his Furyan vision made of the dark room as he sat up quickly. No, reality was back, the subject of his nightmares a distant shred of memory. He'd seen his homeworld burning again. The screams and the chaos and the searing pain in his head that had stolen the rest of his early past. He still didn't know exactly what happened, or how he'd ended up on a ship of free-thinking reefers bound for Earth. He only found out later that he was one of very few people to survive the incident on Furya. He'd been six years old.
He sighed and rubbed at the headache threatening to spread across the right side of his face. He'd had these things occasionally his entire life, the life he could actually remember. The life that had truly started once he'd reached this planet.
The universe at large had decided to only use the fledgling Earth as a sort of historical vacation spot while they let it figure out its own technology for a while. The citizens here still had a lot to learn about getting along with each other, let alone the rest of the galaxy. Riddick loved it here. He'd been adopted almost immediately by parents rich enough to throw him at the best educational systems available, and he'd made thorough use of them.
He'd also gotten very good at not getting caught for the other things he did. There were a few noteworthy exceptions, but his parents were more impressed with his grades and intelligence than they were by the criminal justice system. Money talked. Charges disappeared. His parents were long-dead now, having gone down in a spectacular plane crash on one of their many exotic travels. Riddick could easily imagine them laughing about it wherever they were now. They'd always had a wicked sense of humor, something they'd instilled quite solidly in their son. He remembered them fondly, refusing to miss them in a way that would hurt. It was better that way, and they would have approved.
The money, well, it was still tied up in court over technical issues involving shady legal practices and a jealous half-sister. One Riddick had met an entire three times in his life, all three of them court-related after his parents' death. He could say he hated the bitch, but really he more or less ignored her. Easy to do, considering she was smart enough to leave him alone and let the lawyers play. Riddick had enough to get by, some funds in the bank still left over from his outrageous allowance, and the teaching salary. A few random stunts, Playgirl being the most recent, added nice chunks of dough to his account.
Life was good. Now for some Tylenol and a couple more hours sleep. He wanted to be fresh and ready for the school day on the far side of dawn.
Morning found Riddick grading papers over breakfast, his actual workday not starting quite as soon as teachers of the "more academic" subjects. The assignment in question was a minimum three-page essay on ancient works of art, the subject having been left wide open for individual student interpretation. Riddick was now thoroughly engrossed in a fifteen-page exploration of pederasty in ancient Greek artworks, written by none other than Stefan Richter. The kid's level of obsession might be considered unhealthy if Riddick didn't appreciate hell out of it. Why fuck with a good thing? His mind was quick to point out the innuendo of that thought.
Once again the Furyan couldn't help but marvel at Richter's attention to detail, intense intelligence, and uncanny sense for the extraordinary. Riddick was only disappointed that the essay itself closed, his little window into Richter's world trapped in a house that vanished when the words ended. Well, there was one easy way around that. Riddick ran the essay through his photocopier and tossed the warm, fresh pages onto the table before packing the original and the other essays into his briefcase. Time to jet.
Riddick tapped a pencil on his desk absently, the hard rock blaring in his ears one of many iPods in use this afternoon. They were ahead of schedule and he'd told the kids to do whatever the fuck they wanted until next period. In those words, naturally. He was making use of the extra time by reading the last few essays. All of them were good, some very good, but none held a candle to the gem boasting a prominent A+ in the usual red ink.
Someone came in the door, interrupting Riddick's thoughts that had strayed from the words in front of him. He looked up to see Ms. Herbert glaring stonily around the classroom. Technically the kids were behaving well, having formed clans to chat, or listening to music, some even working on homework. Richter was one of those in the latter category, though he had been stealing glances at his teacher periodically. It wasn't like he was the only kid who did that... but it was different coming from him. Riddick appreciated it more.
Richter had music in his ears too; Riddick wondered what it was. The whole class knew Riddick's musical tastes. The school's music program had gone to hell years ago, but the topic of music as art frequented the Furyan's classroom. It was amazing what you could do with the coursework when administration was just happy you showed up for work every day.
Regardless, the class at large was certainly not doing the model student thing right now, not sitting there staring and drooling while a mind-numbing "educator" droned on. And the teacher himself certainly wasn't doing the model thing either. He pulled the earbuds out of his ears and rested an arm across the back of his chair. "Yes?"
"Can I speak to you outside?" the woman asked primly.
Riddick rolled his eyes, a gesture nobody could see behind the goggles but one he would have made even if they weren't there. He shoved himself out of his chair and followed Mizzz Herbert out into the hall.
She spun on him but he didn't react, which threw her a little. But she charged into her tirade, not even trying to hide the anger and contempt in her voice. "What do you call that? Those children aren't learning anything!" Riddick just grinned smugly at her. They both knew full well whose class had the best grades in the entire school.
Herbert changed tracks. "I heard about what you did. Everybody is talking about it. You know they'll string you up for this one." She didn't sound at all unhappy about that thought. "What were you thinking?" She could only whisper the name even though there was no one else in the hall. "Playgirl?"
Riddick's grin broadened. He'd already guessed what she was so worked up about. So the secret was out. Big deal. His reply was just too easy. "They fast-tracked it for next month. You'll have some good reading material in about a week."
Herbert could only gape at him, wordlessly opening and closing her mouth like a fish as he left her standing stunned in the hallway. His kids looked up as he headed back for his desk, curious as to the interruption and ever eager for a good story or a quick diss at a teacher as ornery as Ms. Herbert. They all knew he could teach her home-ec class blindfolded, Riddick's passion for cooking right up there with art and music. But there were only so many hours in the day, and without the Furyan there probably wouldn't even be an art class at all.
The bell interrupted anything that might have been forthcoming. Essays that had been graded were handed out as students scattered reluctantly for their next class. Riddick noted the excited light in Richter's eyes as teacher handed paper to student. The kid left the class being absently swept along with the crowd, his eyes already glued to the notes the Furyan had left in the margins in signature tiny, neat penmanship.
(end)
Introduction and explanation: This is a byproduct of brain-breaking roleplaying fun. If you've seen Pitch Black or The Chronicles of Riddick, you know the character Riddick as played by Vin Diesel. (If you don't, this fic won't make as much sense and a lot of the crackyness will be lost and some references won't make as much sense. Plus I totally slacked on character physical description. All those things count for the other character featured here as well.) If you know Lord Recluse from the game universe City of Villains / City of Heroes, then you know Stefan Richter, although you probably don't know him as well as some. Google Riddick for pics, and Stefan in the fic will be a touch taller than Riddick, huge muscular build, handsome nordic features, short blond hair and ice blue eyes.
Alright. Now imagine Riddick in modern day Los Angeles, with a little backstory as to how aliens are on the planet that also implies eyeshine is a Furyan trait, and then make him a high school art teacher. Cracky enough? Now we take an already AU'd version of Stefan Richter, who in that AU as created by two friends is a psychotic killer masquerading as a police officer, obsessed with his friend Marcus (Statesman, but before either man got their powers), and who at one point actually meets the "real" Riddick (roleplayed by me), in 1929 London (explaining how that came about requires inter-dimensional travel and a penchant for crossovers). Now take Stefan and turn him into an almost 17-year-old high school student with a massive crush on Mr. Riddick. Press play. xD This fic was actually written while my power was out and teacher!Riddick was bouncing off the walls of my head because he hadn't actually gotten to play with student!Psycho yet. Please see the deviation description for all related credits and copyright info.
teacher!Riddick: Alternative Education
an AU short-fic by tirsden
for student!Psycho
Riddick took another swig from his bottle of water, the robe tied loosely around him. They were almost done with the shoot. Naughty Alien Teacher Ate My Homework. Deliciously appropriate. Riddick was most certainly not of origin on this planet, and his heart was thoroughly entrenched in teaching art to the many high school students who adored him.
Art appreciation, art history, actual artistic skills, it didn't matter. He loved it all, and he loved to share it. He also loved the more colorful side of life, the dirtier side, the riskier side. The fact that he worked for almost nothing was the only reason the school board put up with him. They were really gonna pitch a fit when this little excursion hit newsstands.
"We're ready for you, Richard."
That would be the photography director of Playgirl magazine, who called everyone by their first name as a habit. Or a quirk. The Furyan wasn't used to that, most people just called him Riddick... not counting his students, who called him Mr. Riddick, something he still found rather amusing. But for the current setting and subject matter, somehow the first name thing worked.
Riddick set the bottle down and returned to the set, a mock schoolroom complete with an apple on the desk. This project was just so much damn fun, a complete and total blast. He'd especially liked the dark and night-time scenes. They let him show off his eyes.
The engine of the red 1996 Ferrari F355 Spider roared ecstatically as Riddick shifted into high gear. The interstate flew by, top down and hot air whipping past him, speakers screaming heavy metal, clear blue California sky to the horizon. Not a single cop in sight. He'd take the long way home.
He stopped at the beach and listened for the beep of his car alarm arming as he strode up to a refreshment stand. A minute later he was strolling down the boardwalk, ice-cold bottle of Coke in hand, enjoying the day.
It wasn't long before he stopped to lean against the railing, watching a group of teenage boys roughhouse in the water. The Furyan swirled the half-consumed beverage around in the bottle, his thoughts drifting elsewhere. He was thinking of one particular teenage boy, the student all the other teachers called the "bad seed." His favorite student. Stefan Richter.
It was strange to think of the boy by his first name. Riddick called everyone by their last names by default. His thoughts sidetracked to the Playgirl director, "We're ready for you, Richard," but he steered his mind back to the subject at hand. That kid. What to do about that kid.
It wasn't that Riddick wanted to reform the rebellious student. Far from it. And besides, Richter was always so very attentive in the Furyan's class. A+ student while he failed everything else. Riddick doubted it was the subject matter that drew the kid, though he himself found such pleasure in it. No, he had a good idea there was more to it.
It wasn't just the stellar classwork or the fact that if Richter cut classes, he could often be found sitting in on other periods of Riddick's class. No, it was the way the kid looked at him when he thought teacher couldn't see. Goggles were so much fun for that. And the feelings in Richter's eyes when the kid stole those little glances... Riddick wanted to explore those feelings. Fully.
He grinned and shook his head, pushing away from the rail and walking slowly back towards his car. He'd just have to wait and see if a choice opportunity came up. He had no problems at all with banging someone underage, especially someone as hot and smart as Richter. And the kid was quite the looker, though his antisocial tendencies had earned him no friends among his fellow students.
The larger picture was that Riddick seriously didn't want to lose his job. Fucking the students was a big no-no. That wouldn't stop him if he could get away with it... but nobody could know. If everything went right, it'd be worth it when it came to Richter. There was no denying that Riddick liked the kid. Yes, he'd definitely have to wait and see what happened. Be kind to me, Fate. I run with your whims, add this one to the list why don't ya?
Riddick woke in a cold sweat, eyes flicking about the purple illumination his Furyan vision made of the dark room as he sat up quickly. No, reality was back, the subject of his nightmares a distant shred of memory. He'd seen his homeworld burning again. The screams and the chaos and the searing pain in his head that had stolen the rest of his early past. He still didn't know exactly what happened, or how he'd ended up on a ship of free-thinking reefers bound for Earth. He only found out later that he was one of very few people to survive the incident on Furya. He'd been six years old.
He sighed and rubbed at the headache threatening to spread across the right side of his face. He'd had these things occasionally his entire life, the life he could actually remember. The life that had truly started once he'd reached this planet.
The universe at large had decided to only use the fledgling Earth as a sort of historical vacation spot while they let it figure out its own technology for a while. The citizens here still had a lot to learn about getting along with each other, let alone the rest of the galaxy. Riddick loved it here. He'd been adopted almost immediately by parents rich enough to throw him at the best educational systems available, and he'd made thorough use of them.
He'd also gotten very good at not getting caught for the other things he did. There were a few noteworthy exceptions, but his parents were more impressed with his grades and intelligence than they were by the criminal justice system. Money talked. Charges disappeared. His parents were long-dead now, having gone down in a spectacular plane crash on one of their many exotic travels. Riddick could easily imagine them laughing about it wherever they were now. They'd always had a wicked sense of humor, something they'd instilled quite solidly in their son. He remembered them fondly, refusing to miss them in a way that would hurt. It was better that way, and they would have approved.
The money, well, it was still tied up in court over technical issues involving shady legal practices and a jealous half-sister. One Riddick had met an entire three times in his life, all three of them court-related after his parents' death. He could say he hated the bitch, but really he more or less ignored her. Easy to do, considering she was smart enough to leave him alone and let the lawyers play. Riddick had enough to get by, some funds in the bank still left over from his outrageous allowance, and the teaching salary. A few random stunts, Playgirl being the most recent, added nice chunks of dough to his account.
Life was good. Now for some Tylenol and a couple more hours sleep. He wanted to be fresh and ready for the school day on the far side of dawn.
Morning found Riddick grading papers over breakfast, his actual workday not starting quite as soon as teachers of the "more academic" subjects. The assignment in question was a minimum three-page essay on ancient works of art, the subject having been left wide open for individual student interpretation. Riddick was now thoroughly engrossed in a fifteen-page exploration of pederasty in ancient Greek artworks, written by none other than Stefan Richter. The kid's level of obsession might be considered unhealthy if Riddick didn't appreciate hell out of it. Why fuck with a good thing? His mind was quick to point out the innuendo of that thought.
Once again the Furyan couldn't help but marvel at Richter's attention to detail, intense intelligence, and uncanny sense for the extraordinary. Riddick was only disappointed that the essay itself closed, his little window into Richter's world trapped in a house that vanished when the words ended. Well, there was one easy way around that. Riddick ran the essay through his photocopier and tossed the warm, fresh pages onto the table before packing the original and the other essays into his briefcase. Time to jet.
Riddick tapped a pencil on his desk absently, the hard rock blaring in his ears one of many iPods in use this afternoon. They were ahead of schedule and he'd told the kids to do whatever the fuck they wanted until next period. In those words, naturally. He was making use of the extra time by reading the last few essays. All of them were good, some very good, but none held a candle to the gem boasting a prominent A+ in the usual red ink.
Someone came in the door, interrupting Riddick's thoughts that had strayed from the words in front of him. He looked up to see Ms. Herbert glaring stonily around the classroom. Technically the kids were behaving well, having formed clans to chat, or listening to music, some even working on homework. Richter was one of those in the latter category, though he had been stealing glances at his teacher periodically. It wasn't like he was the only kid who did that... but it was different coming from him. Riddick appreciated it more.
Richter had music in his ears too; Riddick wondered what it was. The whole class knew Riddick's musical tastes. The school's music program had gone to hell years ago, but the topic of music as art frequented the Furyan's classroom. It was amazing what you could do with the coursework when administration was just happy you showed up for work every day.
Regardless, the class at large was certainly not doing the model student thing right now, not sitting there staring and drooling while a mind-numbing "educator" droned on. And the teacher himself certainly wasn't doing the model thing either. He pulled the earbuds out of his ears and rested an arm across the back of his chair. "Yes?"
"Can I speak to you outside?" the woman asked primly.
Riddick rolled his eyes, a gesture nobody could see behind the goggles but one he would have made even if they weren't there. He shoved himself out of his chair and followed Mizzz Herbert out into the hall.
She spun on him but he didn't react, which threw her a little. But she charged into her tirade, not even trying to hide the anger and contempt in her voice. "What do you call that? Those children aren't learning anything!" Riddick just grinned smugly at her. They both knew full well whose class had the best grades in the entire school.
Herbert changed tracks. "I heard about what you did. Everybody is talking about it. You know they'll string you up for this one." She didn't sound at all unhappy about that thought. "What were you thinking?" She could only whisper the name even though there was no one else in the hall. "Playgirl?"
Riddick's grin broadened. He'd already guessed what she was so worked up about. So the secret was out. Big deal. His reply was just too easy. "They fast-tracked it for next month. You'll have some good reading material in about a week."
Herbert could only gape at him, wordlessly opening and closing her mouth like a fish as he left her standing stunned in the hallway. His kids looked up as he headed back for his desk, curious as to the interruption and ever eager for a good story or a quick diss at a teacher as ornery as Ms. Herbert. They all knew he could teach her home-ec class blindfolded, Riddick's passion for cooking right up there with art and music. But there were only so many hours in the day, and without the Furyan there probably wouldn't even be an art class at all.
The bell interrupted anything that might have been forthcoming. Essays that had been graded were handed out as students scattered reluctantly for their next class. Riddick noted the excited light in Richter's eyes as teacher handed paper to student. The kid left the class being absently swept along with the crowd, his eyes already glued to the notes the Furyan had left in the margins in signature tiny, neat penmanship.
(end)
