#divine voices || admin
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completely inspired by a gif set u reblogged. Javi helping you into a bullet proof/tactical vest. you’re scared and he just says a gentle “arms up” as he secures the velcro. he’s scared as well, doesn’t wanna lose you, doesn’t want you to get hurt. but it’s like the fear, the adrenaline, has your emotions haywire and you look into his eyes as he takes hold of your hand so gently and tells you that you’re gonna be okay, and you just want to kiss him, and he wants to kiss you too, but then it’s time to go, and he tells you “later”
IDK WHAT THIS IS LMFAO Javi brings the slut outta me
you’ve inspired me anon here is a TINY FIC/DRABBLE YEEEEEEEE
pairing: javier peña x fem!afab!reader
warnings: fem!afab!reader; use of pet name ‘sweetheart’; canon-typical allusions to violence; language; ANGSTY POO
omg I can’t believe there’s no smut. GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING WITHOUT SMUT. I loooove writing my javi tho so while im busting my ass working on Salvatore part 3 feel so free to leave me lil thingies like this.
-em<3
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“Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but—”
It was never supposed to be like this.
It was just a summer job — something safe, boring, admin and agendas and addendums. Should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city.
She should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city. Shit. My chest feels like it’s on fire, burnin’ through kerosene.
Is she gonna clock how unsteady I am?
Javi’s footsteps echo down the nearby hallway; you recognize them immediately, and their slanted, hard-right-drag-left rhythm. He comes lumbering through the door, cradling tactical gear between his big, bulging biceps. God, you’d had… thoughts about those biceps.
Even now, with the embassy under cartel-siege, it’s oh-so-hard to push away the x-rated daydreams swirling inside your stress-addled mind.
And he doesn’t look scared.
Fuck, she looks so scared.
“Here,” he says, extending the protective vest towards you. Gingerly peeling your hips off of the desk at your back, you extend your fingers to greet and grab at the rough, thick canvas. The sheer weight of it makes your heart lurch into your throat. Neither one of you lowers your hands.
The dark-green-death-sweater you’d seen him wear so many times, cursing yourself for registering, for caring about what it meant.
That it meant Peña — schmoozing, cocky, effortlessly crude Javier Peña — was going into the field.
So neither of you let go.
The stupid vest had always served as a kind of divining rod, leading you both to the real source of your constant bickering, your irritation and the look of mutual, unabashed worry you had shared as a soldier came bursting into the office, panting in tune with the sirens, carrying news of the currently unfolding attack.
Caring without meaning to.
Giving a shit without wanting to.
“I-“ you swallow, trailing off, cursing the swelling bubble forming at neck-breaking speed inside your throat, “I don’t know what to do with this.”
Of course she doesn’t. That one’s on me. ‘Thing like her should never have to wear one of these.
Shouldn’t even have to see one of these.
“S’okay,” he mutters, taking the burden of the gear into his hands, brow furrowing into a look of delicate responsibility. “Turn around.”
Under different circumstances, those words might’ve (embarrassingly enough) enticed a very different feeling from you.
Now, they were simply effective.
Acceding, you rotate, painfully slowly as every hair along your spine lifts, one after the other. Peña shuffles, adjusting both himself and the gear to stand close — too close — behind you.
“Arms up, sweetheart.”
You listen, dragging your arms up into the static air, trying to ignore the soft edge in his voice. It reminds you of something.
Something like resistance.
Stifled want.
Desire with a sock shoved down its bone-dry throat.
And it’s so level, so calm. How is he so calm?
Can she tell I’m totally freaking out?
Your shoulders sag under the weight of the vest. Jesus. It’s so much heavier than you’d imagined. Not quite as heavy as the feeling of doom settling over you, grief from the naive sense of safety you’d walked into work with.
Just this morning.
Javi busies himself with the Velcro, uncharacteristically silent. His knuckles brush the insides of your wrists, and you try to resist it — God, you really do — but all efforts to keep those prickling tears at bay are undertaken in vain.
You quiver slightly, face burning in shame.
Is she shaking?
Gentle, unusually gentle when his fingers wrap around your upper arm, spinning you around to face him once more.
“Look at me.”
You do. His shadowed eyes swim, dance, rage with experience, and you’re left envious, wishing that you’d hardened yourself to the world in the same way. How many times had this man woken up, driven to work, drunk his morning coffee and smoked his morning smoke, accepting that it could be his last?
Knowing Peña, he probably found ways not to think about it.
For sure, he didn’t think about it.
But you did.
Every time that vest came out.
“Everything’s gonna be fine, alright?”
It’s an almost whisper, a mere brush of air against your brow. His own creases in earnestness as he utters the pledge.
“How can you do this for a living?”
You don’t mean for it to come out so rough and jagged, hissing for help like a neglected kettle on the stove. Javi offers you a smile of understanding as though remembering his own first time.
Then, before either of you can stop it, he places the flat of his palm to your cheek.
And you can’t keep from noticing how easily the calloused pad of his thumb molds to your complying skin.
“You get used to it,” he returns, and every word is coated, soaked in the sad, tragic truth. “Though this part’s always hard.”
Nothing exists beyond the smell of tobacco on his breath and the total absorption in his eyes. You’re sure the latter is mirrored in your own, too.
Timid, uneasy, begging him to ease the discomfort for you. “What part is this?”
The part where I lie to you. The part where I bubble-wrap the only thing in this country worth protecting into a shitty, almost useless accessory of war.
The part where I remember—
Is it the part where we remember how easily we could lose each other?
And we don’t even have each other, for God’s sake. Lookin’ up at me as if she can trust me, and the only thing I’ve been able to trust for years is that the moment will come, that moment where it all just gets to be too much and fuck—is this it? Maybe—
This is the part where we—
Kiss her, God, I just wanna fuckin’ kiss her—
Kiss?
“Peña! Time to move!”
Murphy’s voice slices — easily — through the tentative moment of uncertainty. It erodes the softness of Javi’s features into that familiar, hardened stone.
His hand drops from your face, but the tracings linger.
If you couldn’t trust the world outside, maybe you could trust Javi inside. Maybe he’d learned to live without something to lean on, but you weren’t yet prepared to go on—
She doesn’t know how much I fuckin’ need her. Or how many times I’ve tried to say it—and in so many ways—but every time I open my goddamn mouth it just comes out… wrong. Like it’s not enough. Like it’s not true that I can finally fuckin’ breathe when she’s… just… existing around me. Like losing her wouldn’t mean goin’ on—
Faithlessly. Radically accepting the confusing, overwhelming uncertainty of the world.
He clears his throat.
“I’ll see you after.”
Your gaze tumbles down, averting the twinge of dishonesty in his own at his promise.
“Yeah—yeah, see you after.”
He backs away without turning. For a moment, you think he’s gearing up to say something. Something like he always says, like, don’t be a fuckin’ idiot, or use your head or maybe even a smile, sweetheart.
But he doesn’t. He just shakes his head, his dark hair tumbling around and exaggerating his hesitation. Although it hurts, you force yourself to watch as he walks away. How he bows his crown, brings a hand up to anxiously rub at the side of his jaw, the roundness of his shoulder responding and near-bulging under the blue cotton.
Admittedly, a kiss from Javier Peña would’ve been nice.
But to be cradled between those arms, wrapped up in him instead of the goddamn tactical gear squeezing, robbing the air from your lungs…
That would’ve been it.
When this is all over, you think to yourself.
And as Javi greets Steve, apologizing for the delay, the hand squeezing his gun feels strangely empty, haunted by the novelty of touching your burning skin.
When this is all over, he thinks to himself.
Anyways, isn’t that what faith is? Making plans for later, as if anyone’s ‘later’ is promised, a guarantee? As if either of you could count on tomorrow?
Yeah, that’s gotta be it.
Joining the gaggle of scared, hopeless government employees, desperate for reassurance, for the realization blooming inside the depths of your knowing; you pause, letting it hit you, translating it into words…
“—I have it.”
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#javier peña x reader#javier peña x you#javier peña x female reader#javier peña#javier pena x reader#javier pena x you#javier peña x y/n#javier peña angst#javier pena narcos#javier peña fic#javier pena x y/n#javier pena#narcos#narcos fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x you
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I THINK I GOT THE LOGIC (lots of headcanons) OF THE DVs YALL
Look here for the whole context:
I did some more fine tuning and lots of (out of pocket) headcanons because I really do think that DVs can only be produced from these schools alone and only via the Trimagicathlon. Trust. So I finalised their order of becoming DV and at what age.
So... here's the completed table outcome with my oc (more info) because she's the reason I made this to begin with (and extra info to help):
The headcanons/random trivia:
* Renatus dropped out towards the end of his 2nd year due to his s/o being threatened with death. This is before he gained immortality. He managed to settle the issue within a year, miraculously becoming immortal with it and speedily acquired his position as DV.
** Orter and Alex (his junior) were part of the specialised Police Cadet Programme in Easton which extends their stay at Easton for an additional 2 years compared to a regular student, and allows them to be qualified for the Trimagicathlon within those 2 years unlike Walkis and Saint Ars. That's how Orter joined when he was 20.
*** Sophina was held back a year when she was in elementary school due to her personal magic before she attended Walkis. That’s why she’s amongst the older starting age of the current DVs.
^ Ryoh, Agito, Tsurara, and Lance hold the youngest age for being DV with Agito overall being the youngest, having only turned 16 when he became DV (February 21st) but Ryoh holds the title of the longest serving DV since a teenager as a whole.
I'm extremely tempted to make Alex Elliot and the DV Inbetween Orter and Rayne diff ppl cause then it'd make more sense to Orter's goal/reasoning for being DV being: "I want to make my junior's wish of rules being adhered to" make more sense instead of it being when he became DV you know?
So I might make a scam of a girl get killed by Domina :3 (said in the most cutesty voice ever). Watch her name be Alexa Ivona "The Voice Cane" and her personal magic is just Present Mic's Quirk or something. She'd be from Saint Ars lol.
Here's the headcanon + canon table of which school they schooled in:
Yep. I'm dishing insults/Ls towards Alexa Ivona and Saint Ars lol.
Alexa and Alex is an intentional naming scheme okay since they both get killed by Domina (hc), Alexa was head of the Magical Item Admin before she died. Orter's supposed to become more stern and convinced that the rules must be followed from her death.
FUN FACT: Alexa Ivona "The Voice Cane" holds the record or title for being the most shortlived Divine Visionary which is insane since she won the Trimagicathlon by a landslide for her year. It's been theorised that her batch of candidates was the weakest magical power wise for the past 2 decades :>
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That's all I have.
#mashle fanfic idea#for future reference#mashle oc#divine visionaries#renatus revol#sophina biblia#mashle headcanons#orter madl
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Synopsis: Hail thee beauty. Hail the archangel of serenity!
{{What in hell is bad}} Pair: ---
{{Potential}} Trigger Warning: Religious/Biblical reference, death mention, gore implied, OOC
🎗️ Admin's note: ahahaha angel!reader got me brbrbrr-
Let the trumpets howls in delight. May the golden gates open wide, and may the light shine even brighter as God bestows upon us another wondrous creation, destined to serve under His hand and spread His love to all.
The 4th archangel, the Archangel of Serenity, stands as one of the beacons of tranquility amidst the celestial realm. With wings adorned in a hues of luminous glow and eyes that hold the depth of boundless peace and placidity, that soothes even the most troubled souls. Luminous halo bathes and exudes an aura of calmness to the coldest hearts. Truly blessed and favored by god amidst the rest as they preach of his holliness and divinity.
Hail thee presence! Bow low as the Archangel of Serenity raises their armament, wielding the divine blade to call for repentance upon these sinners for the final act. May their divine flesh carve away your rotting limbs. May their enchanting scent envelop your sinful soul. And may their hypnotic voice etch into your falling mind as you succumb to your end at the hands of this gracious being.
Hail! Praise! Applaud! Admire! Honor! All for the Archangel Serenity
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Blackout AU
Aka, Jayin nabs the CCC Avatars just a week after Irene's activation and takes some liberties upon finding out, via the Firewall Quartet, there's somewhat of a society in her computer. Also, Effi got a little bit into Cult Of The Lamb.
Jayin strips the Avatars of their individuality in the copies she yanked, stripping them of every defining feature aside from the red that used to bring them together.
Tulip -> The Machinist or just Machinist. Becomes very cruel and sadistic following her memory repression, often taking people who dare speak up against their 'creator' and testing them for her machines. Sometimes, she has nightmares of 'false memories'. (These memories are her real ones). Chroma looks over her.
Nimbus -> The Conductor or Conductor. (I am aware that it's an 'e' in there, but it is 2:40 AM, leave me be.) She becomes very blunt and indifferent, she couldn't care less about anything else. All that matters is keeping her 'creator's' name pure. She often handles 'reeducating' people worth being 'reeducated'. She's watched over by Comedy.
Irene - The Dreamer or Dreamer. She is the only one slightly aware that something is amiss. Her memory repression didn't go quite right, as her divine abilities messed with it. Cosmos often has to step in to repress these thoughts or suspicions, but they always come back. Tragedy watches over her.
Juliano -> The Ringmaster or Ringmaster. He is barely functional. He spends his nights and days just pacing. He thinks the hole in his heart is his missing family. He can't figure out why he feels this way. He locks himself away, and Blaze often watches over him.
Cosmos -> The Voice. The Avatars being yanked in sped up her awakening process. She was immediately thrust into watching over this terrible world Jayin made and had no say in making sure the Avatars didn't remember anything. She wants this to end.
The SMGs are currently being kept as power sources/test subjects. The Admins of each game (except Juliano's, since he has none) were all booted to the Adminspace when this happened. Fun times!
#avatar: tulip#avatar: nimbus#avatar: irene#avatar: juliano#oc: cosmos#!efficient art!#!posts!#blackout au#<- both a play on how their memories are gone and how theyre just shadow blobs now
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It appears that I have finally managed to sustain a stable connection to this "Rotumblr" database that I have heard much about.
Salutations and greetings, I am known as Pandoria, and I am a member of the Ultra Reconnaissance Squadron of the Great City of Ultra Megalopolis. My field of study within the squadron itself is that regarding the cultures and customs of different worlds, both near and far. I am also a Naganadel hybrid due to past experimentations that I would rather not talk about.
As of 3/28/24, I have adopted Akilia, a human-Xurkitree hybrid and attendee of Unova’s Blueberry Academy.
I look forward for any conversations held in the future. May the Blinding One light our path.
And I’m Seira, Pandoria’s colleague and partner. And also girlfriend. I study Ultra Beasts and their behavior. Also, I almost died while trying to get samples for a Nihilego antitoxin, but the good thing is that I’m still alive. Probably won’t utilize this place much since this is her space essentially, but I’ll pop on in occasionally.
Pokémon:
Mira (Hisuian Typhlosion, F): Her Hisuian partner Pokémon gifted by Professor Laventon in order to accompany her on her expeditions. Timid and likes to curl up on Pandoria while she sleeps.
Themis (Staraptor, F):
Arco (Luxray, M):
Ishigi (Sylveon, M):
Ruynape (Hisuian Sliggoo, F):
Emusi (Gallade, M):
Hisui Team:
Usual Team:
Hyperion (Naganadel): A partner and companion of Pandoria since it was a hatchling Poipole. Used as a mount for interdimensional travel. Stubborn, but affectionate and loyal. Reported to “sing” on occasion. Calls Pandoria “brood-sister”. (Moves: Round, Dragon Pulse, Venoshock, Nasty Plot)
Porospis (Duosion, F): Initially encountered in Unova’s Route 5. Curious and inquisitive, but also has a single braincell (literally). Pandoria’s first non-UB partner Pokémon. (Moves: Psyshock, Light Screen, Reflect, Recover)
Lyko (Gliscor, M): Initially encountered in Unova’s Route 16. Literally ambushed Pandoria for food, but ended up “eating” some of Hyperion’s toxins instead. Very energetic and what humans would describe as a “goofball”. (Moves: Acrobatics, Quick Attack, U-Turn, Poison Tail)
Nayalia (Altaria, F): Landed on Pandoria’s head as a Swablu while travelling through Unova’s Route 14. By far the most sociable of her Pokémon. Hyperion thinks she’s a hatchling for some reason. (Moves: Disarming Voice, Cotton Guard, Swift, Dragon Pulse)
Corinus (Absol, M): Encountered on her way to the Giant Chasm and Lacusona Town and appeared to follow her. The most reclusive of her Pokémon. Seems to dislike conflict. (Moves: Night Slash, Detect, Swords Dance, Psycho Cut)
Seti (Elgyem, M): The egg Pandoria received from Professor Elm via Pelipper Mail. Has a distinct coloration compared to others of its species. (Moves: Confusion, Growl)
[blog run by @crimsonflowerss
no nsfw or magic anons, please. pelipper mail IS open, however.
this is my first time running a rp/in-character blog so my apologies if i'm not the best at it
this blog is primarily canon compliant to USUM, but will utilize several aspects of personal headcanons + lore
currently medium high-stakes atm, subject to change
admin is an adult (20 y/o)
basic DNI criteria: proshippers, racists, homophobes, etc.
previous arcs: The Road to Black City/Journey Begins, Frozen Heart (MMM Feb. 2024), Lifeline, Anon Anarchy (100 Follower Special), Revelations, Seira’s Soliloquies (April Fools), Metamorphosis (mini-arc)
current arc: Divine Decree]
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Ohh, alright. Tbh I always just viewed Celestials people blessed with divine powers (and knowledge on how to alter code in some cases) who just wander around the Multiverse for fun, not necessarily malicious or heroic. People who are technically God or Saints or some other higher being but didn't choose to deal with the responsibility of being one
Though, even though you're not gonna necessarily include Celestials, I do hope that you sometimes made HC9 Gem a bit eerie and offputingly knowing sometimes as a little treat in the few scenes she's gonna be in
People "blessed" by Gods/Deity I like to call "Champions". They have their powers boosted up, they are forced to follow followers of their religion. I always think of fanon Technoblade when talking about Champions or people being blessed by a God/Deity - he was chosen by Blood God, he has voices in his head against his will that scream for blood.........
Also, Technoblade never dies.
I would say Saints are a little bit less powerful than a "God" (not Saint Pearl, she just likes "Saint" as her name than a "Goddess"). Normal saints were chosen by their Gods/Deities, or were remembered by their people for the good they did, and are above Champions in the power-sense.
So, just to recap, from the most powerful to the least powerful (not counting Admins cause at the end of the day, all admins are mortal; and not counting how good they are at coding, its just different from being to being) its:
God/Deity; Saints; Angels; Champions
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Hello!
Day Dream Mystic is a divination focused discord community I help admin with a few online friends!
Not only is it centered around divination, but the metaphysical and spirituality in general, we have various channels for crystals, dream interpretations, astrology, shadow work, energy work, and so much more.
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Hi Day and whoever happens to be around! I have an odd question for you. How is it that the monsters and such in SMPza is so different from the ones from the Sanctuary reality? Shouldn't both be alittle more similar in that regard? How was there a den of chimeric creatures in SMPza but not in Sanctuary?
Day is sitting in his den, evidently having been working on knitting a blanket. With him is Perce, who is sprawled out on one of the couches. The younger Dream variant is paying extremely close attention to the movie on the TV.
Perce jumps at the sound of the question, enough so to send himself crashing to the floor.
Day peers over at him, but doesn’t go to help him up. He’s well aware that his second youngest son is no stranger to bumps, bruises, and being attacked by multiple people after a prank got a little too far under their skin. “You good?” “I got ambushed by a disembodied voice in my own home,” Perce complains. “What about that is good?”
A moment passes, and Day points out, “If I wanted to be a smartass, I’d tell you that technically, it’s my home–” “Dad, really?!” “But I’ll restrain myself,” he finishes, despite the outburst.
His second youngest points an accusatory finger at him. “That’s a dick move and you know it.”
With an incredulous scoff, Day tells him, “Perseus, you got multiple board games banned and I’ve had to set rules for what's acceptable for family movie night.” “There wasn’t anything saying I couldn’t splice together the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy–” “Yeah, because none of your brothers thought to do it. You gave them the idea and now we all have to suffer the consequences.”
Even though he huffs like he’s annoyed, Perce has a wide grin as he flops back down on the sofa. “No regrets.”
“I’m aware.” Much like Perce, Day has a smile and his tone is warm, if a little exasperated.
His son refocuses him by saying, “Disembodied voice has a point, though. Everything I hear about the SMPza makes it sound weird. Wasn’t your theory that it’s made out of your admin light– or whatever it was you called it? Why’s it so different than here, then?”
There’s a furrow of Day’s brow as he tries to explain it. Some of the evidence he has is little more than a gut feeling– a sense that the world wasn’t allowed to diverge from the first life he had had in certain ways. Some events seemed fated to happen, even if that meant things or people bending and stretching in ways that they shouldn’t.
“...Too many similarities,” he murmurs. Perce argues, “Dad, we’re cosmically the same person.”
“No it’s– not in the same way." He chews on his lip for a moment before trying to explain, "That reality never felt– right, I guess. No other world has felt like that. They feel solid and– real, I guess? But the SMPza had this sort of surreality to it. And the ghosts I saw would sometimes…snap back, to what they were like in my first life. Ghoulus would suddenly get upset around yellow or was afraid of Schlatt, for instance. A few times he called his brothers the wrong name."
His fingers skimming over some of his braids to try and lessen the sense of unease he has whenever he dwells on the SMPza for too long. “I don’t know; it might just have been how I lived. Things felt more concrete after I met your brothers. All that time on my own might have just fucked with my head."
It wouldn't be the first time his perspective has turned out to be horribly warped. Sometimes he worries that he still jumps at shadows that aren't really there.
With a sigh, he continues, "I don’t have a good answer, and I can’t have a good answer. That’s the realm of the divine, and I’m not really interested in stepping on any toes by demanding an explanation. I’ll deal with potential revelations when and if they happen.”
He tilts his head to the side a little. He can’t say he isn't glad for the change of topic, but he’s a little confused about why the Observers are asking at all.
Aren't they agents of Time? Even if they might not know everything– or even a lot of things– it feels like this would be something they would already know.
…Maybe he needs to re-examine what he thought he knew about them. After all, Theo had only recently told him that they're called Observers.
"Sort of yes, sort of no," he admits. "Ender chests work no matter where we go, so in that sense, yes. We've tested them on other servers here l, and they're empty– so it’s not just us."
His wings ruffle a little as he continues, "But we go to realities without servers entirely or servers that aren't the Dream SMP fairly regularly."
Perce makes a noise of confusion at him. Day tells him, "Question about if everywhere we go is a variation of the Dream SMP."
"Ah," his second youngest says. "Obviously not. We go to single realm worlds all the time! One of the perks of Dad and Theo traveling is that they can pick out safe worlds to have a little vacation in. My personal favorites are the ones like Cat world; it’s places with that level of tech and comfort that give me games and shows and books–"
"And more ideas for how to be a menace," Day snorts. "That, too," Perce admits, "But you know you love seeing museums with Attie and Theo."
Day can’t help but smile at his memories. “You say that like you don’t like them, too.” He nudges Perce with a wing and teases, “You have extensive records of the differences between all the versions of the sets of your favorite movies.” “As anyone would!” “Mm, no, but that’s because we’re the cool family.”
He’s glad to see Perce damn near preen with pride. It would snow in the nether before he dissed one of his kids’ hobbies.
…Even if he still doesn’t understand redstone. He can manage to follow relatively simple instructions, but beyond that he’s hopeless. Dee has long since given up on it. Frankly, Day is a little glad for it; he knows that nobody enjoyed those lessons.
Except for Theo, who found it hilarious. And Orph, because he kept setting up bets on how long before Dee had to stop because he was giving himself another headache from frustration. And Atlas, because he would use it to double check his own fundamentals–
“Wait a minute,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Your brothers were using me as free entertainment.”
Perce stares at him, his confusion obvious. “...Did you seriously not realize that? No, wait, better question– what made you finally realize it?”
He’s pretty sure his expression gets across how he feels just a little insulted. “Not– I know they do in general, but I meant when Dee used to try and teach me redstone.”
A beat or two passes, and Perce asks, “...Didn’t that stop when he was like, thirteen?” “Yes.” There’s a longer pause, paired with further confusion. “...It took you sixteen years to realize that?”
Day makes an offended noise. “Hey– there was a lot going on!” “For sixteen years?!” “Some of it, yes! And then I stopped thinking about it, because I had more important things to worry about!”
Perce sighs, and sits up to pat his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s true.” “Thank y–” “You can’t help that sometimes you’re a little dumb. Great at plenty of stuff, but in some ways…ehhh…”
Oh, those are fighting words. He smiles, and can tell his son realizes that he’s signed up for a lot of unexpected cardio from the way his eyes get wide. He warns, “You have until I secure my stitch before I start hunting.”
As expected of the Manhunt king, Perce doesn’t bother arguing– he just scrambles to his feet and starts booking it.
#asked&answered#long post#DayDreamer#CleverPerseus#chronotag#sometimes Perce forgets that his Dad's patience isn't infinite#but also by this point Day is one of the dozen or so people who CAN really challenge him#so like...he's just getting free practice#he has done that on purpose before#because he'll sometimes feel like Day goes easy on him#(which he's kinda right about tbf)#also yes I do have ages in mind for them#but ALSO I just kinda forget them a lot of the time#everyone is mentally late teens to mid twenties except for Lee#me: what do you mean that based on my own math Theo would have to be like 28 right now#that's illegal
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This is a cast of my main ocs, I have others as well. But this is the ones that are mostly focused on.
Aura (Aphrodyta) -but she earned the nickname Buutee~
Articus (Artie) - the big pink flower Greek cutie back there, sassy and the titan eldritch deity of life~ he loves to party
Tantra (Kinky) - the moon goddess and an alien entity that exists from a planet that supposedly had holed a tribe of very powerful all female beings. She’s wild and will beat your ass (for money of course, she’s a dominatrix)
Martin (M3tr0) - is the white haired French sassy eldritch deity of technology. Owns a hair salon and is a part time hunter/hacker of sorts. He’s actually at odds with his older brother and father.
Psamtik-ka Isfet the I (Pimpin) - also known as Mr.King and Pimpin~ toughest and strongest deity you’ll ever encounter. He’s the eldritch deity of procuring and darkness. Has a smooth low voice and can charm anyone or kill anyone. Owns the void and the void kingdom.
Cecilia (Lost hiker)- came firm the island of capri on earth, is a earth witch who devoted her mind and life to earth and became the goddess of the earth. Controls the titan soul of earth and rock. Tends to be tough and observant, but relaxed. She’s the ex wife of Pimpin, and her current lovers are Gilligan and Goldie.
Goldie Katz (Goldie) - is a Egyptian woman that has known and worked with Pimpin since the 70s. She was of recent one of his best women and she has high respect with him. She’s a deity of cats and is a soul of the historical sphyx. Her girlfriend is Lost hiker.
Admin Brii- administer of the void, usually she’s depicted as two people, Burden and Bridgette. Burden being actually another parallel twin of Brii. There’s two admins.
Babalon (Burden) - a redheaded woman who’s lived many many lives, and roamed the earth. She was once originally a demon and the demoness that created the void. She once had lived as a Egyptian queen and was married to the King of the void once back when he was a mortal pharaoh. But she cursed him due to his unfaithfulness and also unable to bear her a child. So when he died he became a monster because of her.
Lucien/Lucifer(Puppeteer- a demon that has made himself at home in the hub dimension that burden and Brii stay at. It’s called the white room. And he crashed in one day through a door there that was chained up and locked away. Apparently he was once the king of hell… but hell was destroyed and conquered by the void and its kingdom. He’s a goofball and is also a maniac and messy. He’s also a bully. He’s also tsundere once shown romantic affections with pure love intent. Bratty.
And lastly, the brains behind the universe,
Doctor Prince Fois Zaman aka Lucifer the fallen angel (Prince) - he is the second angel fallen from the divine realm. Now has made himself to be a eldritch being and deity of science/knowledge and time. He is the one who brought the admins here in the first place. He’s very cold and calculating. He’s so cold hearted that even snow manifests off of his body. Can survive subzero temperatures and lives outside the limits of void city in the northern part called “the white coded plains”.
#my ocs#oc art#oc description#eldritch deity#eldritch#call of the v01dverse#call of the void#monsters#angels and demons#tentacles#gods and goddesses#the void#void city#my ocs <3#horror
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Sustainability
Fragile voices grace my factions
looking in the eye of life
hurt sounds, morbid actions
fill this world to the brim with strife.
The innocent and pure laughter of the child
tortured away to death
the life we live in was never mild
melancholy treads with stealth.
That’s a foul!
or was it?
Tears stream and voices howl
The wishing to never exist
The tragic philosophy of the divine
moonlight scattered on the blades of grass
The dead and the evil in the spotlight shine
Blissfully oblivious are the mass.
But only a few
Will notice the cruelty of fate
It’s nothing new
The uselessness of faith.
Facts and more
Leaving hearts unsure
Blood pumping with adrenaline
Making it hard to keep the sobs in.
To play the fool
Is humanity
To break nonexistent rules
Is sustainability.
-Admin Smurf
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Exploring the Impact of Knowledge: Blessing or Curse?
Introduction
I have always been told that knowledge is divine and that having knowledge can be incredibly beneficial. However, I recently had an incident that made me question whether knowledge is truly as powerful as we believe it to be. Allow me to share my experience.
The Interview Call
I received a call from the HR department of a top-tier company for a JIRA Admin role. Excited about the opportunity, I eagerly picked up the call. On the other end of the line, a voice introduced herself as the HR representative and mentioned that she had come across my resume.
A Disheartening Exchange
Curious, I asked who was calling. To my surprise, the HR representative abruptly asked if I had any experience in the specific field. I had to admit that I didn't have hands-on experience, but I reassured her that I possessed knowledge and was well-versed in JIRA administration.
However, the HR representative interjected, dismissing my statement. She belittlingly commented, "Knowledge, ah! Who wants your knowledge? We are looking for experienced individuals." Abruptly, she ended the call before I could even respond.
The Value of Knowledge
Admittedly, I understand the importance of experience, especially when it comes to certain job roles. Companies often prioritize those with practical knowledge gained from real-life scenarios. However, having knowledge and actively upskilling oneself in a particular application should not warrant such dismissiveness.
Unleashing the Power of Knowledge
Knowledge is the foundation: While experience may be invaluable, it is knowledge that forms the solid foundation upon which expertise is built. Without knowledge, experience alone may not yield optimal results.
Sub-bullet: Knowledge allows for a deep understanding of the subject matter, providing a context for practical experiences.
Upskilling and adaption: In a rapidly evolving job market, it is essential to continually adapt and upskill oneself. Acquiring knowledge in new technologies or applications demonstrates an individual's dedication to personal and professional growth.
Sub-bullet: Knowledge enables individuals to stay relevant and remain at the forefront of industry advancements.
Problem-solving prowess: Having knowledge equips individuals with problem-solving abilities. With a solid understanding of the subject matter, one can analyze and address complex challenges more effectively.
Sub-bullet: Knowledge encourages critical thinking and the development of innovative solutions.
Confidence and adaptability: An individual armed with knowledge feels confident and adaptable in various scenarios. This adaptability allows for seamless transitions into new roles or industries.
Sub-bullet: Knowledge empowers individuals to take on new challenges with a positive mindset and adapt to situations outside their comfort zones.
The Importance of Experience
Practical application: Experience provides individuals with hands-on exposure to real-world situations, enabling them to navigate complexities with greater ease.
Sub-bullet: Experience allows for the development of specialized skills and insights that may not be readily attainable through knowledge alone.
Industry-specific knowledge: Practical experience often leads to a deep understanding of the intricacies and nuances of a particular industry. This industry-specific knowledge can be invaluable in certain roles where expertise is highly specialized.
Sub-bullet: Experience grants individuals a unique perspective and a competitive edge within their chosen field.
Building a track record: Experience demonstrates an individual's track record of success and ability to deliver results. It reassures employers that the candidate has the necessary skills and aptitude to excel in the role.
Sub-bullet: Experience provides evidence of an individual's credibility and achievements, instilling confidence in prospective employers.
The Balance of Power
In the corporate world, striking a balance between knowledge and experience is crucial. While experience is often favored, it is important not to overlook the power and potential of knowledge.
Finding individuals who possess both knowledge and experience is key to fostering growth and innovation within organizations. Recognizing the inherent value of knowledge can lead to the discovery of hidden potentials and novel ideas that may otherwise remain untapped.
Conclusion
My encounter with the dismissive HR representative left me questioning the true power of knowledge. While experience may be highly sought after, knowledge should never be disregarded or demeaned. Both knowledge and experience have their own unique contributions to make, and finding the right balance between them is essential for personal and professional growth.
So, the next time someone diminishes the value of your knowledge, remember that it is a powerful tool that can unlock countless opportunities and open doors to success. Embrace knowledge, continue upskilling, and let your expertise and curiosity shine.
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Hello! I know that it's been ages since I came back to this blog, but... I'm back!
I haven't been here in months and a lot of things changed, and I apologize for my hiatus. Life happens, and... It's really hard to keep up with both the blog and the schedule I have in my life.
However, it's easy to say that I am back and ready to answer any questions for this blog!
Oh, and for the event... :) it'll happen again, but in a later time. And the girl right next to me in the photo is the sister of Adalyn, Liana Adlere!
Will she come by to the blog? Certainly. Now, why don't we give her a very warm welcome with the revival of this blog? (not literally, but... You get what I mean).
And yes, as I'm trying to get back to the swing of things, my art might be more onto line art (with replies), so just a quick warning in advance 😔
Anyways, the inbox is OPEN!
#divine voices || admin#written notes || not an ask#lifelike paragraphs || musing#sketched plots || art#author's note || psa#sacrificial bride || liana
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Mementos
Pairing: Yandere!San x f!reader
Warning: Mature content
Word count: 1.5k
Admin ❦ & ღ
note: this was written in collaboration before admin ❦ left the blog. i picked it up again recently and finished it - I hope you enjoy!
“Look at your little grin!” (Y/N) squealed, holding up the photo to his face whilst refusing to sit up. San chuckled before finding his own contribution.
Pulling out his wallet, he plucked out a small square from one of the compartments. A miniature photo, which he subsequently showed to (Y/N).
“How old were we?” She gasped, taking in the sight of the two children with their arms wrapped around each other with cheeky grins.
“Seven. Our parents gave us a copy of this photo for us each to keep remember?” San smiled, but (Y/N) only gasped, placing a hand on his thigh to lift herself off her back into a sitting position.
“I must have lost mine within weeks! How is yours still in perfect condition?” She asked, admiring how despite the film having yellowed slightly there was no damage, no tears or folds at all.
“It’s one of my prized possessions,” San replied, easing it out of her grip before placing it safely back into its home.
The sound of some cheesy slasher had been long been tuned out by (Y/N). All she could sense was the feeling of San’s hand on her thigh, drawing small circles on the supple skin. She tried to ignore it, reminding herself that they were just friends. They’d know each other since the age of one, there was no room for any sexual feelings in their relationship. Still, she couldn’t deny how amazing his touch was.
Disregarding her thoughts she turned her attention back to the screen for a second, only to have it snatched away yet again as San’s fingers started to trail up her inner thighs. (Y/N) gave him a confused look, only to be met with his eyes meeting hers. His lips quirked into a smirk before he turned his attention away again, watching as the teen couple of the movie connect their lips passionately before starting to remove their clothes with haste.
(Y/N) stood up, letting his hand fall away as she mumbled something about needing to use the toilet, avoiding look at him. The arrogant smile was still stuck on his face as he nodded, watching her leave the room until the door was shut behind her.
Having been left with blue-balls, San found himself thanking every divinity for his ability to persuade (Y/N) to watch the movie in her room. Now, he had an endless supply of ‘goodies’.
The first thing that caught his attention was a pile of undergarments dumped by the bed, evidently still fresh from the previous night. With delight he fished out the bralette and underwear, letting his fantasy of seeing (Y/N) dressed amorously in these for him taking over for a second. Yet he couldn’t resist the deep desire he had for getting something more out of his newfound treasure.
Disregarding all risks and forgetting where he was for a moment, he buried his nose into the baby pink lace, taking a deep breath in and breathing out shakily. The smell of (Y/N) that hung on the set was something of an aphrodisiac, as he felt himself become instantly aroused, luckily hidden under one of the blankets they had been snuggled in.
San simply couldn’t stop himself from taking another sniff, letting out a moan as he breathed out. He let himself lean back against the headboard, eyes closed in a euphoria like no other.
However, his moment of bliss was interrupted as the door creaked open again with the woman of the hour returning from her bathroom trip with calmer breathing and a settled smile. That was, until she saw her best friend grasping her underwear in his hand with some sort of sick smile on his face.
The only natural reaction was for her to let out a small gasp and grab the nearest thing which happened to be another picture of the both of them no older than ten. (Y/N) threw the framed treasure with all her strength towards his relaxed body.
If only San didn’t dodge it, his head turned ever so slowly towards her. The sick grin stayed put on his lips as his eyes twitched staring deeply into hers with an emotion that could only be read as obsessive lust.
“It’ll take more than that to kill me, princess.” (Y/N) was trapped like a deer in headlights as he stalked towards her. However, rather than attacking her as she feared, he reached past her to find the coil of tape on her desk, lying innocently next to her scrapbook.
San had less innocent ideas than sticking down photographs, as he unwound it and marvelled at how she flinched at the sound. (Y/N) didn’t even budge as he took hold of her wrist and swaddled them in the tape. His hot breath fanned her neck, almost lulling her into an opiated state. She forgot that he was her childhood best friend, she forgot that moments ago he was sniffing her panties. All she could think about was him fucking her.
“You’re such a good girl right now, princess.” He whispered, pushing her gently back onto the bed.
Her thighs naturally clenched together as the indecent thoughts crept into her head of her own best friend above her; the feeling of herself becoming wet for him was bad enough as she watched him bit his own lip looking down on her.
(Y/N) didn’t even last a second in her once matching sleepwear set, feeling San’s hand make its way back onto her exposed leg. His palm rested on her knee as his thumb stroked back and forth, his eyes never once leaving her’s.
His cold finger danced along her leg, higher and higher. (Y/N) squirmed, still not used to getting this sexual with her best friend.
His veiny hands grabbed her thighs, hands tapping her inner thighs and forcing them open. She let out the quicked moan to only be stopped by her own force.
San’s eyes finally left her’s to only divert to her clothed core. The shorts blocked his vision and he practically growled in frustration, his hands having no mercy as they grabbed the fabric from the top and pulled them down in an instant.
(Y/N) could feel herself becoming hot in the face as San basically shredded the fabric of her shorts. They hadn’t been expensive, in fact she was sure he’d insisted on paying for them, but that was irrelevant right now. All that mattered was San.
“I can basically see how wet you are, all for me,” The bold sentence left his lips without a single care but his next action was even more bold.
His hand cupped her core, middle finger rubbing her slit ever so slightly through the thin excuse of panties she wore.
“San..nie?” She moaned at the feeling of the fabric pressing against her core. His middle finger pushed the fabric even tighter, only encouraged.
The sound of her voice echoing throughout his head was too much for him to contain himself as he practically became lost in the sound of her voice, like a man at sea he was lost.
“Who said you could talk princess? I need you to be silent for me,” San’s calm voice whispered back into her ear, giving a slight peck to the skin under her ear.
All she could do was merely nod, her breathing uneven and her stomach filled with both excitement and fear.
San’s warm hand slowly made its way higher and higher, his middle finger stopped its assault on her core, to be replaced with the settlement on her stomach.
She let out a sigh at the friction, wanting to beg for more but suppressing it when she made eye contact with him. She had to do what San asked of her, and simply closed her eyes as she felt his bulge right next to her thigh.
He finally slipped the lace away and tucked it in his pocket, clearly intended for later use.
“That’s it, princess. You’re so pretty.” San whispered as she unconsciously ground into the space where his hand had been lingering, wanting more.
She felt his hands gripping her thighs, and the softness of his hair tickling the insides of her legs.
Suddenly his tongue was inside her, and she was trembling as the pleasure built up inside her.
“Oh fuck, oh yes.” (Y/N) breathed out. Her fingers twitched to bury themselves in his hair, longing to hold him and never let go. The knot inside her was almost too much, and with a loud moan she let go.
San was in ecstasy as he lapped at the juices, proud of himself. He was the only one for her: he just knew it.
“Sannie...” (Y/N) groaned, moving her body slightly in the effort to make more contact with him. He just gave her a grin, his eyes swirling with that dark obsession.
“Don’t worry, my princess. By the end of tonight, you’ll know just how much I love you.”
#yandere kpop#ateez yandere#yandere San#yandere san x reader#kpop Yandere#yandere ateez#yandere ateez x reader#ateez smut#yandere x reader
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I want to preference this by saying this is going to have Inazuma spoilers & spoilers for Kazuha, Ayaka, Yoimiya, and Sayu's voicelines.
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Does anyone else find it interesting how different people have perceived Baal? Baal is the character I am most interested to learn about and see more of when it comes to Inazuma, so I have done a lot of research on her and her lore. She's a very difficult character to understand, seeing as we are only given information on her from a third person perspective, rather than through herself directly, but I find it interesting what certain people have to say about Baal.
While Thoma calls her "selfish" when we first stand in front of the Omnipotent Statue with him, a store owner in Ritou- Kaede -calls Baal "merciful" and "forgiving". What's even more interesting is what the playable/soon to be playable characters have to say regarding Baal.
Kazuha expresses his disliking towards the decree, but calls her actions in the duel against his friend "not unjust". In game, when we ask Ayaka about Baal, she says that was "emotionless", but in her voiceline Ayaka says that she believes that "Her Excellency must get lonely on the road to eternity". I have a huge suspicion that the line is foreshadowing either Baal's motive, her past, or her future.
Now, to move onto Sayu and Yoimiya, neither have anything terribly negative to say regarding Baal. Yoimiya discuses how her "fireworks are probably the farthest thing from "eternity" that the Shogun persues" and then goes on to express the differences between a deity and a mortal. Sayu express how Baal is "definitely not someone I'd ever get to meet".
I find these voicelines interesting because no one- besides perhaps Kazuha -expresses utter hatred or disliking towards Baal like we've- or at least I -was made to believe. Baal herself seems to cause conflict in people's characterizations of her in game. While some seem to like her, others despise her (much like the fandom).
Now, to speak about Baal herself, she seems to be an oddly calm- like Ayaka mentioned -emotionless character. While she keeps an even, almost unnervingly calm tone when speaking (in trailer/in game) her actions are brash and destructive. I feel as though, for somebody who enjoys doing character studies, the actions and tone of voice conflict a lot.
She's powerful enough to kill a god- the serpent -with a single lightening strike, and yet the resistance still stands. She's boastful and- perhaps -narcissistic, yet it is said that she wants to bring eternity to both herself AND her people.
It's clear that she has been an archon for- at least -500 years (if not more) and yet only a single year ago did things change so drastically. I wonder what could have changed her views so abruptly that she initiated the Vision Hunt Decree. I speculate that it has something to do with Celestia, and I think her motives may reveal to the players that she isn't completely in the wrong while also still allowing her to be a gray/villainous character, but still proposing questions in people's moral.
I'm curious to know if admins/others have any opinions regarding Baal/her motives/what could have changed her views to see visions as divine blessings?
SPOILERS FOR INAZUMA and general theories about celestia/inazuma!!!
OP's addition to the post:
Hello, sorry! I’m that anon that sent that really long Baal study. I forgot to add something that I meant to talk about and although it might not seem important, I think it’s interesting enough to share.
In the canon game, Baal used to- if not still does -really like Shibas. Both on the Baal wiki and in the description of Shibas this is mentioned. I find it interesting as to how someone known to be emotionless, tyrannical, and ruthless found enjoyment in something like a dog which is dependent, energetic, and outgoing. For a character like Baal, I felt like a snake or cat might be more suited to her liking, but that isn’t the case.
I think this is an interesting thing to note, sorry that I forgot to add this in the original post. 😅
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i think you're right, anon! i talked to one of the npcs (i forgot which, and maybe it was on a side quest or smth, i don't remember) and they mentioned that barely anyone spoke up against the vision hunt decree because most people didn't even have visions. vision users are a select elite group anyway, so standing up for them will cause even more enmity.
i'm not sure if everyone knows this, but if you talk to venti after the prologue (and actually read/listen to what he says), he mentioned that 'people with visions are called allogenes'. like, yeah.... in chinese they're called 原神 (original or primary/primordial gods). that said, it's very possible that any vision user could potentially end up as a god (we admins have a headcanon that baal was either scaramouche's sister, or she possessed said sister. either way, she, scaramouche, and kujou sara look way too similar).
so it's possible that baal is securing all visions so that no one starts a revolution against the gods/celestia (as what happened with khaenri'ah 500 years prior), but it's also possible that she's securing the visions so that celestia doesn't strike inazuma. as we know, khaenri'ah was destroyed for being much too advanced (and presumably having too much knowledge).
one of my headcanons is that the tsaritsa is working to unite all the nations against celestia (it's been mentioned that snezhnaya is the most technologically advanced country, which likely places it next in line for destruction by the gods) and venti and zhongli are her allies, simply putting on an act in front of the traveller. baal, on the other hand, may or may not be compliant with said plan... i tend towards non-compliance, since if everyone was on our side, it'd be a boring story lol.
as for baal's characterization, well, that just goes to show how even the most seemingly-tyrannical leader has a side that's human, and how not everyone will disagree with their methods because most people are just simple citizens who want to live their lives. for a citizen without any means (even if they have the heart) to make a significant impact, all they can hope for is a peaceful life.
either way, we'll find out once part 3 unlocks LOL.
- katheryne from liyue
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin confessions#genshin headcanons#genshin theories#inazuma#baal#raiden shogun#genshin spoilers
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T h e E n c h a n t e d C a n v a s
Pairing :: doyoung x reader ft simmi and her moots
Word count :: ~4k
Genre :: Hogwarts soulmate strangers to ?? Fluff
Synopsis ::
Y/n , a muggle is called to Hogwarts not because of her exceptional talents but due to the fact that her soulmate is a pure/half blood studying in Hogwarts. Her destiny takes her from an average household to the enchanting world of spells and charms. Would she found the one she sought? or sh’d end up losing herself in the new world!
A/n :: this is a Christmas gift for lovely nini - @dvrlingrenjun under @neoculturechristmas event. Thank you admins for letting me talk to her. And nini!! I'd be happy if you enjoy this even a little bit. I hope you can get some time out from your responsibilities to relax and then we can cry over twice's beauty!! MERRY CHRISTMAS NINI.
With love ,
From simmi(stocking anon)
tagging :: lovely @danishmiilk ( warning :: donot expect too much) @astroboy-lele (oops! i opened discord and just remembered i was supposed to tag you furou! sowy)
networks :: @neowritingsnet @kafenetwork @nct-writers
thank you aria @adamfoolcry for hyping me up!!!
"A MAGIC SCHOOL?DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO YOU?" you screamed at your parents, their pleading eyes instantly making you guilty.
"Darling! That woman showed us what she's capable of. You can go and learn and it's not like you have much of an option." Your father said, caressing your arm.
They were right. The woman, who called herself the professor of Hogsy or something school, had explained to you the two tier unscripted path of your future. The first thing being that you were invited to study at an elite magic school, the evidence of which was provided by summoning your sketchbooks from your room. Second being, your soulmate was a boy of the magical community so you,inevitably, were a part of it and there was no escape from it.
"I don't want to leave you alone!" Tears threatening to fall, you requested your parents.
"Please sweetie. Don't make this harder than it already is. We do not have enough money to provide you with quality education. At least you are getting a chance to improve your life. Do not let this chance pass because of us. Besides it's like a boarding school. That lady did say you'd be visiting us twice a year and that too for two whole months! I see no harm sweetie. You possibly cannot refuse your soulmate right. They need you as much as you need them. So go and live your life. Make your parents proud!"
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry,
Year - third
"Then the battery is placed in this small compact space in a very specific way to make the clock work. This small cylindrical unit called battery has very complicated working so we'll discuss that next week. And this week,I won't be bothering you with any homework so go and enjoy. Have an enchanting day." Your professor dismissed the class with a brightening smile.
"Y/n" she called as you were packing your bag.
"Yes mam?" You asked her, hands respectfully crossed in front of your skirt.
"I just wanted to say thank you so much for the automated battery clock that you got. The ones we have are very old and it's a long and tiring process to ask for new ones. Do know how delighted i am to have you in my class. I'm glad you chose muggle studies as elective." She smiled at you and you bowed just a bit to show your gratitude and walked outside for your other classes.
Being a ravenclaw was all about wisdom, intellect, being sharp minded and laced with logic and creativity or this was what the book that prof McGonagall gave you read. The almighty sorting hat, the pillar on which walls of Hogwarts stood, had placed you in ravenclaw. Though the hat did contemplate between every single house, you ended up with ravenclaw. You believed neither in the semi-animate object nor the popular saying that Sorting hat knows you better than you do yourself for you failed to find your own kind. The smart ravenclaws were too bright for you. It didn't help that you were the only muggle in your year. You weren't able to keep up with them and if it haven't been for willy, your only friend in ravenclaw, you'd have ended up going home,without finding your destiny. Not that you were any better at the moment but life was fun with willy and aria, your hufflepuff friend.
But nothing remains stationary right!
“How are you here already?” you questioned lazily.
“Arithmancy professor fell sick this morning. I've been free since then.” said Aria. You turned to William, who was busy toying with his alligator bracelet. “And you willy?”
“Huh?” he mindlessly asked.
“I asked, did you run away from divination again?” you repeated the question, changing the words to suit his ears.
“Oh no! We just had a small accident in class today.” he giggled, his glasses falling off as he doubled over with laughter.
The potion classroom was soon jammed with third year fellows, all chatting in their own friend groups, enjoying the few minutes before they would be bombarded with over expectation of brewing a girding potion. At the precise moment, the door was closed shut.
“STOP THE USELESS GOSSIP AND SPLIT INTO YOUR BREWING GROUPS. NOW!”
Prof. Snape thundered as all the students, without a second wasted, dispersed and settled. “Mr. brown.” he called a hufflepuff, “collect the ingredients and mr. kim, care to move yourself and help him.” he instructed two students who complied immediately. “Not that i expect any from you little incompetent students, you shall not prepare more than two vials of the potion or else i won’t hesitate to make you do your laundry in the same foul liquid. Understood!” his warning earned silent gagging from several students at the mention of the awful smell, of which you were not excluded.
As you got busy in discussing the recipe, noise of shattering glass and a shrill cry pierced through your ears. Before you could raise your head to witness the happening, your left wrist burned as if it was set on fire. Knees buckling, you fell on the floor as sudden inflammation blocked your senses, heart wrenching screams leaving your throat.Your wailing alerted your friends as William instantly unbuttoned your sleeve to view the reason of your pain and gasped at the damage.
“Prof. snape! Her soulmate mark is burning.” he shouted but your ears were too clogged due to choked sobs to feel the distress in his voice. You slowly opened your heavy eyelids as your wrist was pulled swiftly. With blurred vision, you saw prof. casting a spell,his wand releasing a blue light circling your mark which entered your wrist, momentarily soothing the pain. Your cries softened into tiny sniffles as the spell did it's work. You lifted yourself up with Willy's help while sloppily rubbing at the darkened spot.
“Oh yes, it’d leave some itching and for the spot and further treatment, you need to immediately go to the hospital wing. Ms. y/l/n and mr. Kim, you both are excused and for your foolishness, 100 points from slytherin.” Upon his command, your head snapped towards the man standing across the room in dishevelled state,probably matching your own,his hand clutching his wrist, eyes holding your gaze.
“Out!”
Nodding your head, you made your way out, the male following after you.
Either you were too slow in your steps or he was too brisk, but he seemed to be way ahead of you. Gripping your tingling and heavy hand, you were tracing his path when a pair of shoes met your vision, halting you in the middle of the corridor.
“It’s stinging y/n. We have to run!” and before you could reply, he was sprinting for the stairs, taking you with him.
“You both are in the same year?” the nurse asked, examining the burnt swans on your wrists.
“Yes” you both replied in unison, eyes meeting for a second before you averted your gazes. The head nurse noted something in her register before she went to extract some bandages and potions.
“is the skin still burning?" The nurse queried, taking doyoung's hand but he pulled his hand and pointed for you.
"She's more hurt. Check her first please" he mumbled, noticing your incessant scratching and ragged breathing. She shook her head and proceeded with the treatment.
"Why were you playing with the potions?" She scolded Doyoung while applying the healing potion.
"I wasn't!" Doyoung retorted as he straightened his back in defence. "It got spilled by mistake when I was finding seaho-RSES!" He screeched as the medicine stung.
"Seahorses are kept in see-through containers mr. Kim and don't you nincompoops know that golden marks are sensitive to heat. Why were you wearing a folded shirt in a potions class when clearly you were exposed t-
"The temperature madam!" Your eyes never left his face as you witnessed the misery he went through in the past few minutes and which you were going to experience in a few seconds.
"Give me your hand miss y/n"
The liquid ignited it again but as she massaged on it, the skin felt cooler than before and when she wrapped the white bandage, the sharp needles alleviated into cold jingling. You carefully glanced at doyoung through your peripheral vision only to find him staring at you with wide eyes. Saving yourself the humiliation, you tried to hide your face into your neck which only annoyed you further due to the wetness of your fresh tears mixing with sweaty moisture, creating what felt like a puddle but you endured it, calculating the weight of the outcomes.
"Do stop by every day for a change of bandage unless you want to live your whole life with black wrists which I clearly don't have any problem with kids!" She jested before leaving for her office.
You stayed seated beside doyoung, the newfound soulmate, wondering if he was as nervous as you were. Fisting your clammy hands, you mustered all the courage you could, ready to introduce yourself but the greeting travelled back through your throat when he hopped off the hospital bed and departed without uttering anything.
Your recently dried eyes were sprayed again with his callous action as millions thoughts ran through your throbbing head, heart constricting under the weight of silence.
Did the man for whom you deserted the whole world for, rejected you?
"HE DID WHAT?" Aria hollered and looming forward, slamming her hands down on the table. At her reactions, you felt your own anger bubbling again but the disorder generated by the recent incident and William's reasoning, you stopped yourself from forming any conclusion.
"Will you calm down."
"No willy, don't you want to rip that sly boy apart. How dare he! I’m going to- wait you told him before me! That's not fare." She whined, diverting her own attention.
“stop shouting aria. Let people eat in silence. An-and we don't know why he left. It could be--maybe he wanted to use the washroom or he wanted to hide his pai-
"Stop defending him willy or I'll pour this porridge over your head" willy pouted at her remark and slided down his chair to avoid her.
"Stop bickering and tell me what should i be doing now! I have a soulmate for god's sake!"
You had finally found the reason for your presence in the castle, your soulmate, kim doyoung and you didn’t know how to proceed.
"I guess wait y/n and at least you were saved from the awful odour of the gird today. Sicheng almost fainted in front of professor but that was a hilarious sight girl. You missed it" you saw rolling her eyes at the mention and you mirrored her reaction,resting your head on the table as Willy's ironic statement only intensified the pounding.
Wait! But for how long?
"YOUR FROG BRAIN DID WHAT?" Simmi jumped off the bed to face doyoung, her hand reaching for the transfiguration book.
"I-i- i got nervous!" He whined and cringed at his pathetic excuse. He was busy folding and unfolding his poor ear,apparently in nervousness, when his best friend thwacked his bicep with the heavy book.
He cried out loud, grasping his arm with one hand, “do you want to die!” he glowered at her.
“How could you miss your soulmate when she was right there in front of you for two years." She said before working on his arm again.
“I’m not the only one! She also missed me.” he reasoned, holding his hands up in refuge from her neverending attacks. “Wait!” he exclaimed, pondering over his words. “How could she not know I was her soulmate when almost everyone knows I've got a gold swan embroidered.” his face fell in despondency and the horrible and hurried conclusion his thoughts took him to. “Simmi what if she- what if she never wanted to find me and that-
“Merlin’s beard shut yourself up and mail your family. They need to know their baby boy is all grown up now!”
He nodded in acknowledgement of the suggestion but his wandering mind refused to rest until he was sure of his qualms.
Maybe he should wait! But for how long?
My love was sleeping, but there was fragrance in the air
Doyoung roamed around in circles, his heart unevenly drumming, body so warm under the strain of muddled thoughts that the moisture was seeping through the bandage. The response of his parents, lying on his bed in the form of a letter, had relieved him of the worries of any prospective opposition. Not that he didn’t know his family, he wasn't too convinced how their family would address the sudden revelation of his soulmate being a muggle. You were going to be the first muggle in his family and the first ravenclaw after his great grandmother. The first line of the letter “we are elated to know that your soulmate is a human and not your piano” had eased him for the remaining part. Now that the dragon was out of the dungeon, the subsequent troubles were giving him splitting migrains.
In the past week, he had tried to approach you after a painful shove from taeyong and simmi but he had to retreat due to your very malevolent comrades. The mental conversations he had with you continued to be in the confines of his head but nothing arrested him from searching for you in the crowds. You had always been there, in the same classes, in the great hall, in the corridors but you were nowhere when his eyes sought you. Just a week has passed and he found himself getting more and more conscious of your presence. He wanted to hijack and become a part of your convivial life yet he lacked the needed courage.
So he resorted to wearying his legs by moving around. Maybe Some blood rush from his branches to brain would give him some clarity.
By degrees, the thumping of his spirit corresponded to the swooshing of the sea creatures.
He might have been too young to fall in true love but slowly, he knew, he was falling for that little golden swan.
Hidden from the rest, you were completing your assignment when the chair besides you was drawn out. You raised your head with the intention of getting the chair vacated for your friends but watching the Kim doyoung occupying the seat, you shot up instantly,ready for your escape. Fumbling with the ink and books, you whirled around only to be stopped by the boy.
You glanced at him for a moment before pulling your hand ,which he was tugging at , back.
"Stay. Your friends won't be coming today. I won't say anything. Please" he requested with his doe eyes looking up in a hope to catch yours.
Wordlessly, you sat down.
He kept his promise.
No word was spoken that day or the next day or the next week.
The intense silence that engulfed you that day soon morphed into a tranquil one. The one of the familiarity, of the silent exchanges and of the growing unbreathed bond.
By the end of the month, the green leaves sacrificed themselves for the birth of fiery red ones as the days became shorter, the sun became mischievous and the gold on your wrists started gleaming more than ever.
One month later
“Gamps’ law of transformation? Didn’t we read it last year?” doyoung asked perplexedly, taking the reins of the conversation, again.
“Prof. told me to prepare an assignment which would be used for the younger students.” you replied sheepishly, dipping the quill in the ink.
“Pure ravenclaw” he muttered, looking lovingly at you. These days, he did it more often than he could count. He wanted to say more but the fear of your refusal always held him back.
“Not so much”
you heard his muttering! He wanted to pry further but saved it for a later discussion.
He shifted himself towards his own chair and worked on his sheet as the ticking of the grandfather clocks muddled with scratching of the quills filled the empty corner.
It wasn't home but it certainly felt like one!
Two months later
“Give us our y/n back” aria whisper yelled to taeyong.
“She’s doyoung’s soulmate, doyoung is my best friend hence she is my best friend as well.” taeyong retorted, dramatically flaring his nostrils.
“Don’t forget we live at the same place taeyong and simmi won’t be there to save you baboon face.” amused smiles adorned everyone’s faces as they saw both of them quarelling. Some things were always constant.
You sipped on your hot chocolate that warmed you up as you and doyoung went through the revision for the last exam. Without being asked, he helped you with his encyclopedic knowledge. you were grateful for his assistance but never said anything for you felt like the feather silence between you was too delicate to breach.
So you spoke through your eyes.
And he never failed to hear you.
Wrapping the scarf around your neck, you sprinted for the dining hall, tightly holding onto the white chocolates tightly.
At the end of the hallway, you saw another figure running over in the same state as you.
“Did you get shorter?” he said, grinning ear to ear. Glancing up at him, you scanned through his features, in case you had forgotten in the christmas holidays.
“This is for you!” you both said simultaneously, extending your hands
“Open it for me!” you requested.
Under the emerald covering was an elegant and vintage fountain pen, engraved and decorated with turquoise stones. “This is so beautiful.” you told him before taking it from him. You traced over the name kim carved onto the nib of the pen. You raised your brows in question to which he responded quickly , “it’s my great grandma’s. This is your Christmas gift from the Kim family. I know it’s small but you are invi-
“It’s precious. You are giving me a family heirloom when all i got are some homemade milk chocolates for you.” your smile faded as you avoided his sight.
“How did you know white chocolates are my favourite?” he exclaimed, a bit too loudly.
“Mom said you’d l-
Before you could complete your sentence, he prised the chocolate box out of your grip, sprinting for the great hall.
“OH KIM DOYOUNG! GIVE ME MY SHARE!”
YEAR - FOURTH
“Why are you always so quiet?”
“I’m never!” you defended yourself.
Doyoung didn’t know why he was talking about it now and here, out of all places, in front of whomping willow.
“Tell me!” he pressed.
“I talk to a few and it’s enough.”
“Do you know you are intimidating?” you raised your chin to scrutinise the sincerity in his words.
“I am not!”
“To those you don’t know you, you radiate passive energy. My slytherin friends wanted to introduce themselves but they got scared and ran away. Honestly, i was also a bit-
He trailed off, slouching on the bench as your eyes bored into his. His head hung low in apology for he knew, he must've crossed the line but for the first time, you decided to show him your dauntless side.
“Hogwarts did that to me.” you said, wearily. “I was happy with my parents, drawing and colouring in my art books when suddenly i was told that i’ve been living in a wrong way. That there is a secret magical place where i have a soulmate. I was angry because i had to leave everything behind. And then i was sorted into ravenclaw. And i was distorted when i found out that i wasn't smart enough for them. I couldn't solve the riddles! William was the one who showed me how to do it properly. It felt awful knowing that the only place that was supposed to be my home for next seven years wasn't the place where i belonged to.” you spoke calmly but doyoung felt your distress and let you continue without any interruptions.
“I was an eleven year old. I never wanted to fend for myself in a place full of strangers. I -i imagined my life to be a canvas full of colours that i wanted to design for myself. The borders, the paint, the drawing, i wanted to design it for me. But then an owl screeched and i felt like someone had shortened my canvas and after all these years, i feel it’s completely disappearing.” it sounded like someone snatched the life out of your voice. But your visage remained soft, drawing doyoung in.
“So you like art.” he asked with curiosity.
“Yes. i love art.” you said, eyes fixed at the movements of the branches of whomping willow.
“Can you please teach me?” he urged and within a second , the air filled with the fragrance of your happiness.
“ why wouldn’t I. what do you wanna do in future doyong? Aria wants to arithmancer, william would be a healer and sicheng, he would be a star quidditch player.”
“I don't want to worry about it right now. Let’s just live in today.” he answered back, smile gracing his lips at the thought of a future with you.
You both relished each other’s company until the temperature froze the both of you.
Removing a snowflake from your lashes, he made a promise to himself that he’d help you find something that’d put ice on all the bitter memories you had.
YEAR - FIFTH
THE GREAT HALL
“Doyoung’s got a howler!” yuta and simmi fist bumped each other, already too excited for the letter to be opened. Of all the howlers they have received, doyoung and yuta’s were record establishing and they expected mrs. kim to maintain the status quo this time as well.
The howler jumped in the air and as the seal opened, doyoung’s heart dropped at the voice. It was not from his mother but his sister and it shouted humiliation, if he was being polite towards her.
“MS. Y/N!”
You choked on the juice as you heard your name.
“MY DEAR TO-BE-SISTER-IN-LAW, HELLO! I’M IVET, THAT DENSE DUDE’S LITTLE SISTER. MUM HAS SENT YOU SOME ART SUPPLIES AND SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU COULD PAINT HER SOMETHING TO DECORATE THE EMPTY WALL IN HER ROOM. SHE’D BE DELIGHTED AND IF YOU GET TIME,PLEASE DRAW SOMETHING FOR ME TOO. AND DOYIE BRO! BRING ME CHOCOLATE FROGS FROM THE TRAIN! SHOP FROGS DOESN'T TASTE THE SAME. FORGET THIS TIME AND I’D MAKE SURE YOU REGRET YOUR EXISTENCE. I hope we can meet soon ms. y/n. By.”
The howler exploded and so did the whole room. Several snorts, chuckles, happy curses were exchanged as doyoung lowered himself under the table to avoid the shame.
You checked your paint supplies attached with the howler and as your lips curved up, he knew what he was going to pursue in his life.
Your happiness and immortality.
When i found you, there was magic
“Mr. kim if you wish to ogle at ms.y/l/n instead of paying attention to my words then i’d suggest please fail your o.w.l.s so i don’t have to face your affection filled face from next year.” prof snape growled, throwing the head of vial on doyoung’s face.
He was going to fail potions, you thought gesturing him to apologise.
“And 20 points from slytherin and 10 points from ravenclaw!” you both ducked your heads in an instant, forcing a poker face to save yourself from further trouble.
When i found you, rain smelled good
YEAR - SIXTH
When i found you, desires awakened
“No simmi! This is a slytherin dungeon. I cannot go inside!” you warned simmi, who, all of a sudden was adamant on showing you her room, at midnight.
“I love you but please don’t call this a dungeon.” she held out her hand before you could correct her. “Yes i know this is practically a dungeon but we call it seascape. Close your ears, you don’t wanna hear the password. You nodded, palming your ears.
“Yutaisthegreatestbeingintheworld” you snickered as she recited the words.
“Our prefect is a dung brain so please excuse.”
Door opened to darkness but a dim light slowly floated towards you as you walked inside “Nox” your wand rose high up in the air. You made out doyoung’s figure and before you could calculate, the whole room resonated with a syncless birthday song.
And you knew, you were enthralled by this boy.
You heard my prayers, you answered my heart’s call
“I love you aria. Would you give me the honour of being the snitch of your life?” sicheng, aria’s ravenclaw soulmate confessed to her with a promise ring.
“The ice prince finally melted!” You and william, hands joined, jumped in joy as you watched aria’s eyes glistened with glee.
You rushed upstairs to find doyoung as you forsaw the end of your wait.
Panting heavily, you dragged doyoung out of prof’s room, his step gracefully flowing with yours in a instant.
“What are yo-
“What do you smell in amortentia?” you stopped abruptly and asked him, gasping for air.
“Wh-a-t” he giggled nervously, his hand patting his chest to control his own breathing. “What has gotten ov-
“Answer me kim doyoung.” you whispered, strictly.
He was quiet but you understood the stillness of his heart veiled by the thumping and you felt him losing his composure when his hands cupped your face,
"I-i smelled white chocolate, lovely lillies-
"Hurry up Kim." You hit his chest with your fist with requirement of the answer.
He chuckled, his bunny teeth enlightening his chiselled face while he looked at you like you were something special to him and you no more just wanted to feel it. You wanted him to say it, express it like he did when he read the poetry from your book or like the random scribbles on his notebooks. You wanted him to move on from the shy glances and profess that you were his and he was yours.
he licked his lips as he gulped harshly before continuing,
"And you. You-your hair. Your lavender scent. Your innocence. Your d-dreams. Your colours. Your paints yo-
Pulling him by his tie, you placed your lips on his soft ones, leaving them with a smack. His hands wrapped around your waist to embrace you in the warmest hug you'd ever received from a loved one. As your head laid on his chest, you heard his heartbeat for the first time, making you feel closer to him than ever.
"How would i ever requite your love Kim doyoung" you asked, closing your eyes.
"Maybe a portrait would do!"
Kim doyoung became the canvas of your life,giving you the liberty to paint him in your colours and your love and you became the smudged ink to his enchanted diary, without whom he would've failed to fill the pages.
You'd grow old but the swans born out of you would tell the stories of the years gone by.
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“Whipped Cream” - Part 2 | Nanami Kento fem!reader
♡ ♡ ♡ description: Taking cooking classes seemed like a nice way to relax and sharpen your skills, too bad the teacher hates you.
♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: explicit content not suitable for minors, nothing graphic but please be advised, light swearing
♡ ♡ ♡ notes: Here's part 2! Things are starting to move in the right direction. Nothing too explicit though, part 3 will be the first real reason. Hope you enjoy and as always, please forgive any errors and mistakes.
♡ ♡ ♡ previous parts: Part 1
♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 3.4k
The second the doors of the elevator opened you dashed out, your eyes glancing nervously at your hand watch. Your weekly meeting had lasted longer than expected and now you were running late for your cooking class. You couldn’t wait to add another reason for that jerk to pick on you.
As you hurried through the lobby, the receptionist that you met on Monday noticed you and offered a sympathetic smile.
“Good afternoon! Nanami-sensei forgot some documents so he went back to fetch them from his car, you should hurry up before he returns.”
“Thank you!” You grinned at her and quickened your pace towards your classroom. It was good to know that not every staff member here was a devil in disguise.
You practically barged inside the room and for a second everyone looked at you with hopeful eyes, only to shift into disappointment when they realized it wasn’t Nanami. Or was it perhaps the fact that they all hoped you’d quit and they wouldn’t be forced to deal with you anymore.
Ignore them, this time around you wouldn’t lose your temper and become another subject for them to gossip about when the class was over.
With that thought in mind, and hopeless positivity, you scanned the room and realized that your previous working space had been occupied already. The only free space was at the very front row, near Nanami’s desk. Strange, you were sure that was probably the most sought out station, seeing how close you’d be to the chef.
You pushed your worries to the side and took out your apron from the bag before putting it on. Only a few seconds later the door opened again and Nanami stepped inside.
“Good afternoon and sorry for being late.” He offered a small apologetic smile and deep inside you thought that he was actually really pleasant to look at when he wasn’t criticizing your existence.
The smile vanished quickly when his eyes landed on you and you kicked yourself for finding him attractive just a few second earlier.
“Miss Y/n, as you probably noticed, I’ve moved your seat in front of my desk. After the events from last time, I need to supervise you attentively.”
You fought back the urge to argue, knowing full well that this is what he was looking for. Obviously today was a test of patience, to see how much he could push your buttons until you’d explode.
“Oh I don’t mind, Nanami-san.”
“I would like you to address me as Nanami-sensei or chef Nanami during classes.”
“Of course, Nanami-san.”
He shot you and angry look but you beamed at him innocently. You had told your friend that it would me a miracle if he didn’t kill by the end of the week but now your execution seemed right around the corner.
“Let’s start today’s lesson.” Everyone took out their phones and placed them on their working station.
“Today we’ll be making Paris Brest, it’s a very popular French desert. I’ve sent you the list of ingredients and instructions on the group chat, make sure you read them carefully and if there’s something you don’t understand you have 20 minutes to ask your questions. After that we’ll get started.”
Everyone gave a short nod in reply, well everyone except you. Your hand rose up causing Nanami to arch his brow in annoyance. “Yes, what is it.”
“I’m sorry but I’m not part of the group chat so I don’t have the list of ingredients or instructions.”
“That is, unfortunately for you, not my fault. Yamamoto-san is the admin, it was her idea to stop the waste of paper that we usually printed on in favour of sending everything via chat. You’ll have to talk to her.”
He made a short hand gesture towards one of the older women and you realized with distress that it was the old hag that questioned you during the previous lesson. She didn’t even bother to look up from her phone, like you didn’t even exist.
Fine, no point in begging to be added to some group you didn’t even want to be part of. You were sure you could find some recipes on youtube or something.
As the 20 minutes passed and Nanami began to take questions, your hand went up again but this time he ignored you. You frowned and went back to study the recipe you found. You were going to make this work, you were going to nail this desert and bask in the glory of your achievement.
About an hour and a half later all deserts had been finished and they were now presented to the chef for inspection. Nanami had moved from station to station giving advices to everyone and correcting mistakes here and there. He of course never spared you a glance and you had to admit it was starting to hurt. You didn’t know you craved so much for his approval or was it maybe the fact that it pissed you off to be pushed aside in such a way. At the end of the day you were paying for this course, it seemed unfair to be treated in such a manner.
“Right, let’s see what we have here.” He studied your Paris Brest, probably looking for any mistakes that he could judge. “A bit underdone, the bottom is somewhat soggy.” You bit your tongue and looked at him as he cut a small piece from the desert but didn’t taste it like he did with the rest. “I’ve asked for crème praline but instead you filled it with crème patissiere. Are you perhaps unable to follow instructions?”
“I didn’t have the list of ingredients and I didn’t have your instructions so I had to search for the recipe myself.”
“And I told you to ask Yamamoto-san to add you-”
“No, you said to talk to her as though this wasn’t your responsibility at all! Meanwhile you didn’t bother once to stop by my station and correct me even though you saw I was making custard crème.” Your cheeks turned red from frustration and you clutched your hands in small fists.
“If you don’t plan on teaching me anything then at least have the decency to say so! If I wanted to learn recipes from youtube I would have stayed in the comfort of my home without having to pay a dime for this joke of a class.” So much for keeping a cool head and not letting him get to you.
Nanami was a tall man, you noticed the second he first set foot in the classroom and back in the parking lot when you dropped your key. Yet you didn’t realize just how tall he was, at least compared you, until he was looming over you. His blue eyes had turned icy and his lips had tightened in a small, sharp line, a sign that he was barely keeping his anger in check.
“You will stay after class.” Despite not raising his voice even an octave, he said it in such a strong manner, like a divine command. When your mouth opened he sent you the most chilling glare. “You.will.stay.” With that he returned to his desk and you were left to boil in your frustration.
Class ended in what seemed to be mere seconds and everyone hurried out after saying their good byes, probably not wanting to delay you imminent death.
“Now, let’s talk in my office.” He gestured towards a door just a few feet away from his desk and you followed him as he opened it and stepped inside.
His office was quite impressive and you wondered just how much this school was making for him to afford such luxury. The room had large windows with a nice view of the office buildings in the distance, a solid wooden desk with a black leather chair as well as a couch with a modern looking coffee table. On the walls you could see several certificates and degrees that were framed, probably from all the cooking classes he had taken.
“Please take a seat.” He sat in the leather chair and you sat in from of him, legs crossed and eyes narrowed. Whatever the hell he wanted to discuss it had better be quick, you just wanted to go home and take a hot bath and forget about this miserable day.
“It seems that you are not adjusting well to this course so I will speak to management in order to return your money. No point to continue this if you don’t want to be here.”
“Oh no, you will not make this look like it’s my fault.” You sat up so quickly you thought you sat down on a spring. “You have treated me horrible since the very beginning and now you’re angry that I don’t sit quietly and take your abuse.”
“If you think that not praising you for the disastrous bake you did on Monday, a bake that I might add you half assed the whole time and then proceeded to blame everything except yourself, was too harsh for your sensitive self then it just further proves how unsuited you are for my class.” He sat up as well, his expression mirroring your own. “The class is a joke, the students are a joke, I am a joke. It’s all a big joke to you, the successful business woman who has no time to waste on such a silly course.”
You felt waves of anger washing over you but deep down inside what you felt more was sadness. Sure he was part right about what he said, you did look down on your classmates and you did insult him back then in the parking lot. Still, it wasn’t that you thought so highly of yourself, it was the opposite actually. Your self-doubt sky rocketed when he pointed all the flaws of your cookies and you couldn’t stand the way those women had chuckled gleefully in the background. Of course, you’d rather eat your fist than to admit to all of that.
“I don’t think this class is a joke and I have nothing against my classmates, it’s just that some of them don’t want me here. As for yourself, you’ve treating me differently than the rest of the class so the problem here is you not me.” You crossed your arms and looked at him in a defiant way. “Rather than returning my money, I want to be moved to a different course where someone else will properly teach me.”
He couldn’t have looked more shocked or upset if you had punched him in the face. This must had been for him the ultimate insult, for you to suggest that his teaching was bad and that someone else could do a better job. Truthfully, you weren’t questioning his skill as a teacher, just that you two obviously couldn’t get along. You weren’t sure that the point came across though.
“You insolent little-” He stopped himself and took a deep breath, clearly fighting the urge to strangle you. “You are absolutely impossible to deal with.”
“No, it’s you who just doesn’t know how to deal with me and I have had enough. There is nothing you can teach me.” With that you grabbed your bag in which you had previously stuffed your apron and hurried towards the door. As your hand reached for the knob, you felt his presence behind you and his left hand slammed against the door while his right quickly turned the key to lock it.
You turned to glare at him but as your eyes met his, your words got stuck in your throat. He looked at you with such intensity that it made your body temperature rise.
“I could teach you a lot of things if only you’d learn to keep that little mouth of yours shut.” The way he said things made you think he wasn’t necessarily referring to cooking.
His right hand suddenly reached for the back of your head and he pushed you forward, taking your lips in a hungry kiss. At first you didn’t move, you were too shocked to fully process what was happening. As his tongue slowly began to push against your lips you parted them and gave him full access to your mouth. Your hands reached for his broad shoulders and you instinctively stood on your toes in order to kiss him back.
The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it felt like a life time when you finally parted. The anger from his eyes had been replaced with what seemed like hunger and he licked his lips making your knees to tremble.
“You could actually pass as cute when you’re not trying to push all my buttons.”
His words were like a wakeup call and your eyes widened at what had just transpired inside his office. He kissed you, but more importantly, you kissed him back! Not only that but you did it with such desire that no amount of denial would get you out of this one.
“Why-Why did you-”
“Because I wanted to.” Just like that, because he wanted to. He trapped you in his office and kissed you just because he wanted to.
He grabbed your wrist, quite gently to your surprise, and began to pull you away from the door.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you silly on the desk, what else.” Your eyes practically popped out of their sockets and you froze in place.
“I’m joking, obviously.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Your fist aimed for his shoulder but he dodged the punch without a problem. He then sat down on the couch and pulled your body so that you would seat next to him.
“Now then, let’s discuss a few rules if this is to continue.” What exactly was he talking about? What did he think was going to continue?
“Whatever happens in this room stays in this room. Once we’re out the door we’re back to teacher-student relationship and nothing more. You’ll give me your phone number so I can send you further recipes and set up meetings but we’ll never discuss anything that goes on here via messages or calls.”
“And what’s going to happen here?” You asked feelings a mixture or excitement and curiosity wash over you.
“That depends a lot on you.” He gave a little shrug as his hand landed on your thigh and began to smoothly move upward. “Depends on how obedient you are, show me that you want to learn.” You almost found it impossible to breath as his hand began to massage your flesh through the fabric of your pants. Why, why in the world didn’t you wear a skirt today?
“First, I think it’s fair to ask if I should be worried about you seeing someone. I don’t want to ruin a relationship or marriage.”
“I’m not seeing anyone.” After your promotion from last year it had been nearly impossible with your work schedule to form any kind of meaningful relationship and truth be told it was starting to show. God knows how much time had passed since you shared such a deep kiss and you wanted more of that. Even though there was a part of you that worried about what you were getting yourself into, you absolutely needed to feel that light headed again. Also, you knew that what he had offered was just a taste, just a fraction of what he could do to you.
“What about you? Is this something that you do often?” His hand on your thigh tightened and you let out a little whimper.
“I know you have the tendency to always believe the worse of me, but no, I’ve never done this with anyone. All the more reasons to set up clear rules. Obviously I’m also not in a relationship.”
You didn’t question him- he indeed didn’t seem the type to just sleep around with his students. If anything those women from your class would give and arm and a leg just to be here, in his office, sitting on the couch with his hand on their thigh. Yet for some reason, he chose you. The annoying, opinionated one that always rubbed him the wrong. Or maybe, you were actually rubbing the right way.
“I came to the conclusion that the only way for you to behave during my class is if we can take care of some of that pent up frustration you have.” You cheeks coloured red and you hated to admit it but he was right.
“What about you?” Your fingers began to travel provocatively to the growing bulge in his pants but he grabbed you by the wrist before you had the chance to reach your destination. You whined a little but he just chuckled and kissed the inside of your palm.
“Obviously, I’m not immune or I wouldn’t be here, offering to give you extra lessons.” He let go of your hand, his expression turning seriously.
“Before we continue, I need you to agree that you will behave accordingly.” You nodded in agreement, a bit too quick for your liking.
“I want to make it clear that we’ll not be dating. The second your course ends, so will this arrangement. We won’t meet anywhere else except here and once that door is locked you will be obedient. I won’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with, but I want you to be opened to try new things, do you think you can do that?”
You nodded again finding it almost impossible so seat still. You were both nervous and excited for this little arrangement and you couldn’t wait to get started.
“Good, one last thing that we need to set straight.” He grabbed your waist and manoeuvred your body until you were sitting in his lap, his hand gripping your chin so he could look straight in your eyes.
“Inside this room you’ll address me as sensei or sir, none of that Nanami-san bullshit you pulled earlier. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes...sir.”
“Good girl.” He offered you a low chuckle and a light smack on your ass. You were absolutely desperate for more of his touch and seeing the need in your eyes, he pulled you in for another deep kiss.
As his tongue explored your mouth, your hips moved against his and his hands gripped your waist in order to stop the friction. He pulled away and looked at you in a threatening way.
“Don’t be greedy, your lessons haven’t started yet.” You wanted to protest but you were also afraid that he would end this before it even had the chance to start.
His slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt and let his mouth fall on the swelling of your breast. He licked the flesh and nibbled, making your head fall back in pleasure.
“N-Nanami-sensei.” You mewled his name and he smiled against your breast. After a few more seconds he pulled away, admiring his work. The first mark he had left on your body and the promise of many more.
“Up you go.” He gave you another light smack on your bottom and with trembling legs you moved away from his lap.
“The next meeting will be and Saturday, to make up for the time you wasted today.” You frowned slightly, wondering how you’ll be able to resists until the weekend.
“Don’t make that face, I promise to give you and extra reward if you do well during Friday’s lesson.”
Your expression turned into an excited one and he laughed whole heartedly. “You’re so easy to read.”
With that, your little discussion had come to an end. He unlocked the door of his office and you stepped outside, practically waltzing through the classroom, down the hallway and through the lobby. The nice receptionist asked you something but you couldn’t register anything that she was saying so you just smiled like an idiot and waved her goodbye.
As the elevator door closed, a part of you began to worry about what you were getting yourself into. You weren’t a reckless person and you knew what scandal this could cause if you were caught. Still, it was even more dangerous for Nanami who could risk getting fired, so you had to trust that he knew what he was doing. All worries aside, on Saturday you were going to wear a damn skirt.
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