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Best gift for the individuals who stand apart
Many things come to our minds when we decide how to choose a perfect gift. We may decide that if something has an appeal that cuts across segments of people then we may choose that as our perfect gift. Some things stand apart from others because of the way they are made or the appearance they have. Hoverpen is a pen that is completely different from a pen apart from the pens that have been made to date. Once we have zeroed on the pen that we want to give to someone then we may decide how to pick the perfect gift.
Elements that make a perfect gift
There has to be something in an object so that it can be selected as the perfect gift. Hoverpen is a pen with an out worldly design that helps people to decide how to choose a perfect gift. Some novel elements in Hoverpen can be zeroed on as a perfect gift. There are elements like aircraft-grade aluminium and titanium that are used for making the Hoverpen. Inclusions like these metals and others like Neodymium make the Hoverpen separate from others. All these things about Hoverpen can be beneficial in deciding how to pick the perfect gift.
Occasions that are used for gifting
Sometimes some people achieve everything befitting of a champion. Some are more than eager to give them something that would make those champions feel special. Hoverpen can prove to be immensely helpful for those giving to decide how to choose the perfect gift. There are times when we celebrate the win or an occasion wherein those champions are to be felicitated. It makes perfect sense to give those people a Hoverpen. Among the myriad options that one has, deciding how to pick a perfect gift is never easy.
Times of celebration are some perfect occasions for gifting
These are the festive times and giving the people something unique in accomplishments is a sure way to impress them. Hoverpen can be a gift that can be used for giving those people that perfect gift. The presence of Hoverpen helps to zero in on how to choose a perfect gift. New Year and Christmas are times when it makes a lot of sense to decide as to whether to give someone something. History has it that when children wanted to have something sweet they counted on Santa to give those gifts to them. Giving Hoverpen to those who are worthy of help - How to pick the perfect gift.
Novium - the brain behind the Hoverpen
Hoverpen was conceived as a product that would hover over the desk as a pen. Novium was the company that was founded to make something that would question tradition and make something people have never seen before. Giving something unprecedented helps to decide - how to choose the perfect gift. Novim was founded with crowdfunding where more than two thousand investors pledged more than $270,000. It made perfect sense for the customers to order something that was selected by TIME to be featured as one of the best design inventions for the year 2022.
Type of gift that Hoverpen is
Some people opine that making a pen goes with the persona of people who have achieved stratospheric success is a perfect tribute to them. Hoverpen is a pen made for people with success that could be categorized as stratospheric. The facts and design of the Hoverpen help to decide - how to choose the perfect gift. There are many things that choosers have to decide when choosing something befitting a stratospheric archiver. Some gifts make people think twice about whether that is suitable or not. With Hoverpen, it is for sure the ultimate dilemma - how to pick the perfect gift.
Elements of Perfection in Gifts
Some thing startling about the Hoverpen is that it is made from things that are used in aerospace. There is Titanium and aircraft-grade aluminium used for making the Hoverpen. There are Zinc alloys and Neodymium that have been used for making the Hoverpen as well. This help to decide - how to choose the perfect gift. There is more to gifts than novel elements, elements that are used for something completely grandiose than other purposes. There is often a catch-22 situation when it comes to - how to pick a perfect gift.
Amazing things that truly enamour the uninitiated
There are aspects of the Hoverpen that are enamouring to the uninitiated, for instance, the satin-like touch. Hoverpen uses no moving parts or electronics that would aid the pen in floating free in space. It is these amazing aspects that help - how to choose the perfect gift. Floating free in space either vertically standing or inclined at an angle equal to the Earth is something that fascinates the most sceptical. There are three versions of the Hoverpen - Hoverpen 1.0, Hoverpen 2.0 and Hoverpen 3.0. There sure are many choices in Hoverpen at a time of deciding - how to pick the perfect gift.
A gift forever for deserving ones
Hoverpen has been created with the consideration of the fact that it will hover for over a century. There is such a build quality that it would never fail to hover within a century. This is one aspect that would help decide as - how to choose the perfect gift. Many things are considered when deciding if we could decide on - how to pick a perfect gift. The longevity of Hoverpen is sure to amaze the most sceptical among us. There is then the fact relating to spinning that Hoverpen can spin without any effort with a simple nudge for 20 or more seconds. That's a lot about Hoverpen.
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𝒮𝒽𝒽...
type: smut (2010 tom kaulitz × fem reader)
includes: public sex, fingering, d0m!tom 💗 uh, blurb please! : tom gets hard, results in public sex. however they have to keep it down...
The library was quiet as usual. There were no sounds, just the casual flipping of a page and clicking of a pen. It wasn't that huge, but it was a library after all, and there were countless shelves packed with an array of books on every possible genre, making it ever so pleasing to the eye.
Tom and you were casually looking around. He was observing the latest magazines; completely engulfed into the pictures of naked women sponsoring luxury undergarments, barely paying attention to the text. Whereas for you, you simply browsed any books that seemed appealing to you, running your delicate fingers across the spine of the books, slowly capturing the names on each paperback.
You were busy contemplating a book that sort of interested you when Tom had appeared behind you, tapping your shoulder lightly. "Hm?" You responded, not turning your attention away from the book. "Come with me," he whispered, "I need to show you something."
"But I'm looking at this," you reply, finally turning to face him.
"It's important," he persuaded, tugging onto your arm a little.
Hesitantly, you put the book down, and let him lead you to where he wanted. You didn't know what your boyfriend had pulled you so far for, but you let him for now. "Why are you taking me so far?" You say softly, confused as he had pulled you into a corner in between two shelves that showcased books on self-help, where nobody seemed to be paying a visit to. "I need you to help me now," he whispered, somewhat desperate, his index finger pointing down to his growing hard-on.
You roll your eyes and sigh, "I told you not to look at those magazines, Tom!" You scold, keeping your tone as low as possible. "This is a library and I am not taking any risks. Someone could catch us."
"Please," he begged, his eyebrows furrowed. "You know I can't walk around like this.."
Tom had a severe case of a high libido and a permanent hard-on. He was always horny and always desperate for some intimacy. You loved helping him out since you knew how good he could fuck you when he got out of control, but when it came to the times when it's least expected, it was so inconvenient.
"Tom we can't-" you hesitate, though he cuts you off abruptly, "Yes we can, god damn it, we can make it quick." He unexpectedly starts trailing his fingers down to your waist and puts his sly hand under your skirt, tugging at the rim of your underwear. "Tom, stop it-" You smack his hand away, which only made his comeback stronger.
"I know you're horny too," he whispers seductively, bringing his hand back under your skirt as he had you cornered against the wall in between the two shelves, his fingers slipping into the side of your underwear, running them across your slit. You whimper as his touch, becoming wet in an instant as his fingers begin rubbing your wetness leisurely in order to stimulate you, making sure you'd be just as horny as him to give in.
Tom knew that all it took was a rub on the core, a bit of neck sucking and some breast play to get you stimulated and needy for him, which was an easy task. You were weak when his fingers toyed with you.
"You're wet," he whispered into your ear, lips touching the skin of your neck as his fingers still continued its action on your aching pussy. He plastered his lips onto your neck, beginning to suck a light hickey onto you, making you gasp softly from the pleasure. "Nghh-Tom..." Your words trailed off as he had bit you on the same spot he sucked on, making you squirm.
He groaned into the kisses he placed onto your neck, his fingers increasing its speed onto your pussy, pleasuring you to its finest. "En-Enough Tom, enough..." You managed to breath out, trying your best to hold in whatever sounds that threatened to slip. Hesitant to pay regard towards your request, he slipped his fingers into you, pumping in and out slowly. "Oh..mm fuck.." you moaned softly, biting onto your lower lip harshly, your eyes closing involuntarily. "There you go..." Tom whispered, "so horny for me, you naughty girl..." He was saying this all on purpose, turning you on in every way to get you as needy as possible. You felt yourself sweating, beginning to tremble under his touch. Barely a few good pumps in, he pulled his fingers out again, making you whine softly. "Better save all that goodness for me," he says, sucking onto his two fingers that had previously been in you, savouring the sweet taste on his tongue.
You weren't going to refrain now; you were horny as fuck, and you needed him to fuck you right now despite the unfortunate place you were in. This was a big risk you were taking.
Tom let out a soft grunt as he unzipped his pants, revealing his severely hardened length. He felt his cock twitch, aching at the thought of having it deep in you, begging for a full on pleasurable release. "We're making this quick, baby," he says, his voice husky. You pull your panties off, letting it pool at your ankles, leaving only your skirt on, promptly placing both your hands onto his shoulders as he positioned himself. Without a second of hesitation, Tom immediately plunged himself into you, thrusting harshly. He threw his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as his eyes closed.
Unable to help yourself, you moaned out the moment you felt his warm dick insert itself into your drenched pussy, your body immediately going tense. For a second, you had forgotten your surroundings. "Mmh..To-" you choked out, though Tom quickly threw his palm over your mouth.
"Shhh..." he hushed. "Control yourself. People will hear you." He continued to thrust at his desired pace, his hand still covering your mouth. Your moans were muffled into his palm, your hands gripped onto the sleeves of his shirt, trying hard to contain yourself in every way possible.
He had his fingers of his free hand digging into the skin of your waist as he increased his thrusting pace, wanting to make this quick like he promised. You were trying to be as quiet as possible though Tom's size didn't help.
"Ngh..fuck–" he groaned, his breaths coming out in ragged pants. Eventually Tom hit a certain spot, causing an immediate reaction from you. You gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself clenching around his throbbing cock, your back grinding against the wall behind you. Feeling your tightness, Tom clenched his jaw, letting out a rough groan in his throat as he jerked harder into you, his palm pressing harder onto your mouth.
You were so close, feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach. You couldn't say anything since he covered your mouth, and it's not like you could word out anyway; Tom was just too good. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt yourself draw closer to the edge.
A few more rough thrusts and Tom released his load into you, letting out a low moan muffled into your shoulder. His hips jerked forward as his body experienced the orgasm, his cock twitching inside of you as you released right after, a sharp gasp escaping your lips.
Tom released his palm from your mouth, letting you catch your breath. He slowly rode out his orgasm, bringing his eyes up to your face. "Fuck," he breathed. "I'm not done with you."
You feel him reluctantly pull out, making your squirm a little. You weren't able to speak for a moment, the pleasure still lingering. "Let's go home," he said, looking around cautiously as he zipped his pants back up, wondering if anyone noticed. "We'll continue there."
hello everyone! first smut posted >< tell me what you think. is the writing alright with you all? lots of love 💋💋
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Roommates..
Summary: Moving in was a tough task, thankfully someone will be accompanying you, I wonder what what they’re like?
A collection of my personal headcanons and short scenarios regarding how my favourite genshin boys will be like as roommates! Mainly Platonic and Romantic (depends how you want to interpret it) fluff with some crack!
Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Wanderer. (I will do a part 2, planning to include: Albedo, Kazuha, Rosaria, Heizou, Childe.)
Zhongli
• Extremely Organised, from when you first entered the dormitory, the senior student had already expected your arrival and was courteous enough to prepare your wardrobe and sleeping quarters. There was no denial that you were pleasantly surprised.
•Even his section of the accommodation was tidy and orderly, various folders stacked into a neat divider, a selection of stationary and a rather comfortable chair parallel to the desk, decorated with a beige throw blanket.
•He greeted you with such formalities you began to question if he was secretly a professor instead of a student. Your visible confusion mixed with delight painted your face unusually, exerting a light, mellow chuckle from Zhongli. God, He already seemed so amiable, precious indeed.
•Over the first couple of days, you could say you adjusted perfectly to his schedule, taking your individual responsibilities up whilst still maintaining a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere. Often times when you both sauntered around the campus after your lessons had finished, you would arrive at the dorm and Zhongli would immediately brew any sort of tea.
• Emphasis on Often, He had a huge luxury stash of the finest teas and even coffees, though he didn’t particularly like the former. Spectrums of caffeinated beverages from iced peach tea, to oolong and even osmanthus..? Though you weren’t familiar with the last. Zhongli was quite proud of his collection, understandably. He had told you of his trips to China, expressing his love for his nation, and how he would constantly buy out the stocks of drinks they had.
•This leads you onto your next discovery, it seemed as if Zhongli had not learnt of money management as well as you had expected him to, for instance, you had to pry him away from his observations of new purchasable books at your local stationery shop, pleading how he would go into debt, though that was more for dramatic effect. He would admire the new pens with intense observation, i mean, new stationery right, who wouldn’t? Though you had to remind him of the abundance on his table, overflowing out of his already oversized pencilcase. My, Is he even a real economy student?
•Your slightly different personalities attached you two together like glue, it would be rare for somebody to see one without the other. Like recently, when Hu Tao’s eyebrows rocketed when she saw you alone in the library, bombarding you with questions. ‘Oh my, did the poor guy already pass on? Where is he?’ Was an example, let’s just say that an unimpressed student had his arms folded tightly with an eyebrow raised heard that, initially intending to give the younger girl the caramel waffle he bought. Welp, guess who had two?
•Archons, Your roommate was an outstanding chef, where the hell did he get all these culinary skills? Such delicacies laid upon the table, a surprise given to you from him for excelling your exams, you had to press a hand against your mouth not to shriek with excitement at that instant. Zhongli laughed in appreciation at your unspoken compliment, which were the arms wrapped around his neck, an affectionate embrace.
Xiao
•Xiao couldn’t deny that ever since a notice letter had been left on his doorstep from the institute, which had detailed that he was going to have company in his dorm, he felt nervous.
•Since then, Xiao had attempted to make the accommodation as comfortable and hygienic as possible, which wasn’t a strenuous task as he already kept up to these standards previously. He was even able to replenish the house with consumables, despite the fact he didn’t eat much himself.
•The day you arrived at the college, you made your way to the room number mentioned on your welcome letter, knocking on the door lightly. A student with the most gorgeous aureate eyes opened the door for you, returning your soft gaze with a light smile, gesturing you inside.
•Well, grateful you were seeing how you had been rewarded with an orderly roommate, the space he had arranged for you was embellished with neutral tones, most likely as he didn’t know what colours you preferred. A comforting atmosphere indeed.
•Due to sharing the same course, you had grown closer to him as he warmed up to you. His usual stoic attitude had adapted into one of care and even a hint of sarcasm, to your surprise. Often times, he’d find you in the kitchen before your lecture with the end of a pen tapping against your chin, searching the cabinets.
•’We are a bit low on food, Xiao, why don’t we go shopping after?’ You requested, watching him pack a bottle into his bag for the both of you. He sighed quietly, ‘Your obsession with purchasing reminds me of someone’ He side-eyed you, who was dramatically clasping your hands together in pleads for him to accompany you. Xiao exhaled softly, ‘Okay, though you’re paying this time.’
•So you did as you said, waiting outside Xiao’s lecture hall with two breakfast bars in your hands, grinning to yourself at the thought of him browsing aisles with a basket upon his forearm, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion. When he had finally finished, Xiao gratefully accepted the snack, rather hungrily tearing the pack open before leaving the building with you closely by his side.
•The grocery shop across the campus was well favoured by all students, large ranges of deserts to instant foods available. You held Xiao’s hand gently, pulling him into the brightly lit store, giving him a basket of his own, challenging him to see what he would purchase for you and vice versa.
•By the end of your shopping, you had met him back at the front of the self-checkout, his basket half-full of his favourite desert, piles of almond tofu, the rest with snacks he knew you enjoyed. You fawned over the kind action, which you returned with other goods you thought he would like, such as cold noodles and some jasmine tea. ‘Thank you..’ Xiao acknowledged, rubbing your cheek lightly with thumb.
•You infact, did not pay this time, as you had claimed to have ‘forgot’ your card at home, sheepishly scratching the back of your head and averting his critical stare, muttering a ‘You’re impossible.’ Although he didn’t mind paying, you’ve helped him so much without even knowing so. Xiao now found it easier to engage with others, especially when around you. It’s like you pulled out the treasure hidden in the depths of his heart.
•Shopping meant stocking the cupboards, your least favourite part, as the college decided to make them the smallest size as inconveniently possible, which either caused items topple onto you when opening cupboards, or to fall onto Xiao, which he usually caught with his swifter reflexes, How does he sense them? Was a question you found yourself asking.
•You lived a very relaxed life with Xiao, and he felt your arrival changed him for the better.
Wanderer
•Kunikuzushi jolted from his sleep when he heard the familiar sound of knocking on his dormitory door, he hit his head and groaned irritably at himself for forgetting such a thing. He was expecting a roommate and he fell asleep?
•He groggily approached the entrance, combing his navy hair with his fingers to look ever more slightly presentable, before hesitantly clutching the handle and greeting you. You couldn’t help but giggle at the state your new roommate was in, his half lidded eyes looking up at you, he donned an oversized inky shirt accompanied with teal shorts and sandals, which were the wrong way round.
•’Don’t laugh, you’re lucky i even let you inside at such an early hour!’ He berated, opening the door fully and letting you in. Apparently, 12 pm was still morning in this guy’s schedule. He was grateful for the darker surroundings, if not, you could of seen how his face burned in embarrassment.
•Kunikuzushi flipped the dim lights on, treading towards the bathroom as he left you to your own devices in the main area. ‘I won’t be long, organise the room as you wish.’ He dismissed with a wave of his hand, slamming the door shut. Despite his quite disoriented impression, he had basic decency to at least make space for your possessions and provide you with some extra snacks in a mini-fridge on your side of the room.
•Kuni may of seemed rude and eccentric, but in reality, he had a playful soft heart, though often shadowed. Over the following weeks, he would give you some of his notes so you could catch up with the content, and in return you would give him random things you bought. Sometimes it would be as simple as a drink, other times a new notebook. You gave him a plush penguin once, to which he insisted he didn’t need and you could keep it, then the following night you saw him hugging it gently in his slumber. Definitely took a picture of that as blackmail material.
•Around a couple of days ago, you had planned to visit the library to revise for your upcoming exam, which went successful until you walked outside and noticed the ridiculous downpour of rain, comparable to a typhoon. Smacking your hand against your forehead, you called Kunikuzushi, begging him to come and give you your umbrella which you had unfortunately left back on campus. His response? ‘No can do.’ Even though this was over mobile, you could see the conceited smirk plastered on his face, as he cut the call abruptly.
•Sighing deeply, you decided to just wait for the rain to pass, sitting down on a nearby bench under a canopy whilst entertaining yourself with your phone. Little did you know, Kuni was already standing a few feet behind you, his arms crossed impatiently. Your device buzzed, signalling a notification. ‘Look behind you, dumbass’ And you did, sheepishly grinning at him, who sarcastically huffed as if he had anything else to do, another floral umbrella in his hand as he held up his own.
• The rain had calmed down in intensity as you continued walking, the ripples upon puddles grew less frequent and more so of a dripping faucet instead of a running waterfall. You lowered your umbrella and kept it to your side, glancing at Kuni to see he did the same. He reciprocated your look, a small smile present as he faced forward again. Why is he smiling?
•You received the answer to that as you tripped over something, upon falling to the ground, you noticed the retracted umbrella which grazed the concrete you once stepped on. Breathless deriding chortles were heard above you, Kunikuzushi hunched over in fits of laughter, covering his mouth. You pouted in irritation, yet you couldn’t deny his joyfulness made your heart flutter, the purity of one’s happiness.
•Once his laughter had subsided slightly, he extended his arm in an attempt to help you up from the floor. Perfect chance, it seemed as though he didn’t doubt you one bit. With all the force you could, you tugged his arm and brought Kuni tumbling to the ground with a yelp, just as you did. Although this didn’t end up as you thought. His hands were either side of your body, knee braced to the cement in-between your own, hovering above you, your faces directly in-front of another. Your own exploded in a furious blush, whilst his only wore a sly smirk, shaking his head lightly.
•’If you were this desperate, you could of just said so.’ He complacently advocated, remaining in said position whilst you sputtered out denials of all sorts, playfully shoving him away from yourself.
•Honestly, he was too much work, but that was a responsibility and chance you were willing to take. <3
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Luxurious Love, Lust & Lies
Chapter Two ~ Hands Stained Red
~ Series Masterlist ~
A twisted tale of the young and rich attending an elite private academy for academic scholars, the finest athletes and aristocrats. Follow these upperclassmen on a journey to uncovering the dark secrets their academy has fought tooth and nail to conceal from the public. No one will make it out unscathed, for everyone is at risk of falling for the deceiving facades of those around them.
Multiple K-pop Love Interests x F!Reader
You absentmindedly twirl the fountain pen between your fingers, staring out the large glass windows in boredom as the professor droned on. The hushed whispers of your classmates didn’t go unnoticed by the strict professor, who tilted her head, raising her brow, challenging them to continue. Under her fierce gaze, they were quick to quiet down, straightening their posture and focusing all their attention on her until she was seemingly satisfied by their obedience. “Am I boring you, Y/n?” Ms Jung addressed you, crossing her arms over her chest, unimpressed by your attitude.
“Of course not, Professor Jung,” you assured, swiftly halting the spin of your pen. Hissing as the tip sliced the palm of your hand without any resistance. Professor Jung squinted at you, clicking her tongue in disapproval as specs of red began to drip onto the crisp white paper before you. “You should head to the infirmary,” She sighed, ushering you to the front of the class. You avoided the burning gazes of your fellow students as you made your way past them, careful not to let your blood spill on the white marble floor. Jung Eunji graciously opened the door for you, stepping outside and closing it behind the two of you.
“Take this,” she pulled a fresh handkerchief from her blazer, wrapping it around your injured hand. “Thank you,” you muttered, watching as red instantly began to seep through the fabric snowy white. “You best be on your way,” Professor Jung nodded her head down the hall. “Stop by my office after class to collect today's assignments,” she reminded, earning a displeased mumble of agreement from you. She watched as you walked through the halls, shaking her head in amusement as you stumbled slightly, before turning on her heel and returning to the class.
It wasn’t long before the nurse released you, allowing you to attend your regular classes with a bandaged hand and strict instructions not to strain it. You took great effort in tugging down your sleeves in hopes of concealing your wound to avoid questioning. Sighing, you raised your hand to knock on Professor Jung’s door, making your presence known. “I thought I told you to stop by after class had concluded, not during your schedule.” She scolded, leaving the door open as an invitation to enter, she plopped down in her leather chair.
“Lovely to see you too, Professor,” you greeted sarcastically, closing the door behind you. Taking a seat on the couch opposite her, you lazily kicked your feet up on the couch, earning a scowl from her. Flicking through a few papers on her desk, she slipped multiple into a clear file before tossing it your way. “Won’t you spare me, just this once?” You pleaded, face scrunched up at the sight of all your assigned work. “No,” she deadpanned, folding her arms over her chest. “Not even for your favourite student?” You groaned, forehead creased in a frown.
“That would be considered unethical, and I’m not interested in losing my job,” Eunji informed. “No one would even have to know,” you whined, huffing as she shook her head. “Taeyeon would be on my ass about nepotism and you know it,” she chuckled as your shoulders sagged. “The headmaster is hardly any better,” you retorted under your breath, eyes narrowing at the several assignments resting atop your lap. “You spoke with her?” Professor Jung asked, mild surprise crossing her features. “It’s not like I did so willingly,” you insisted, frowning at the memory. Eunji raised an inquisitive brow at your statement.
“Stupid Mr Kim practically threw me out the door,” you elaborated further, grumbling profanities under your breath. Professor Jung chuckled at your colourful choice of language, leaning forwards in her chair with sudden interest. “What did the Headmistress say?” She asked, curiosity reflecting in her gaze. “It was nothing,” you mumbled, a frown set on your features. “Clearly not, nothing wouldn’t put you in such a bad mood,” Eunji dismissed your previous words easily. You huffed in frustration, glaring pointedly at your professor. “Fine, I won’t pry,” she raised her hands in surrender.
“That’s why you’re my favourite professor in this academy,” you grinned, as Eunji chuckled at your mood swings. An obnoxiously loud buzz crackled through the academy’s speakers, indicating the beginning of your next scheduled commitment. “Alright, you’ve been here long enough.” Ms Jung announced, rising to her feet. “I’m not wasting my free period listening to you complain about homework,” she declared, leaving no room for arguments. “Mrs Cheon is going to throw a fit when she sees my hand,” you laughed, referring to your piano teacher. Eunji snickered, practically pushing you out of her office.
“Y/n,” Ms Jung called out to you before you could make it too far down the maze like hallways. You hummed, glancing over your shoulder. “I may not pry, but please don't hesitate to come and find me if you ever need someone to speak to,” she spoke, forehead creased in notable concern. “Will do,” you smiled, “but I promise it’s nothing to worry about,” you assured, traipsing down the corridor without another word. Eunji sighed, watching you disappear round a corner, the faint whistle of a cheery tune only getting further and further away.
With one final glance Eunji began the journey to the faculty break room, in desperate need of a strong coffee. She carelessly pushed the door open after scanning her key card, rushing straight towards the kitchen cabinet. “I can’t imagine such a large consumption of caffeine is good for your health” Professor Kim Hyoyeon remarked with a chuckle, seated on a chair around the breakroom table. “How else do you suggest I deal with spoiled brats and sleep deprivation?” Eunji retorted, the two sharing a look before breaking out into laughter.
“They’re not that bad, you just have to scare them a little,” Hyoyeon smirked, sipping on her hot tea. Eunji hummed in agreement, taking a seat at the table, sparing a glance at the Headmistress, who sat cooped up by the window, worn book in hand. “And yet they still come crawling to my office during my precious breaks.” Eunji groaned, an expression of faux annoyance plastered on her face. “Y/n, again?” Hyoyeon asked, brows furrowed as she placed her mug on the table.
Nodding her head, Eunji took a sip of her steaming coffee, breathing a sigh of relief as the liquid met her tongue. “Is everything alright with her?” Hyoyeon questioned nonchalantly, trying to mask her concern with curiosity. Ms Jung hummed in contemplation, “I don’t know, but something’s definitely off with her,” she deduced. “How so?” Professor Kim Hyoyeon pressed further, attention focused solely on her colleague. “Like she’s got a lot on her mind, spacing out in class and what not. Even got herself hurt because of it,” Eunji shook her head in disappointment.
Taeyeon, who had been quietly listening, abruptly rose to her feet, slamming her book shut. Both professors snapped their heads in her direction, startled by the sudden outburst. The Headmistress wordlessly stormed past them, eyes clouded as she hurried out the door. “I’ll be right back,” Hyoyeon muttered, rushing after the older woman hastily. She called out after her, Taeyeon halting, but not turning to face her. “Where are you going?” Hyoyeon asked, by her side in an instant, concern written on her face.
“You know exactly where I’m going,” Taeyeon grit out, glaring at the younger woman. “Okay, but I don’t know what you’re thinking. If you’re going to something you might regret,” Hyoyeon trailed off, the older one calming slightly at the genuine worry. “I have to go, I’m sorry.” The Headmistress said, tone desperate. “Fine, I trust you. At least tell me how everything goes,” Hyoyeon compromised, lightly patting the shorter woman's shoulder. “I promise I will,” Taeyeon assured, smiling briefly before continuing walking. “Do you even know where she is?!” The younger woman yelled after her.
“I always know where she is.”
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The soft melody floated through the room, enchanting your fingers as they graced over keys. Your jaw was firmly clenched, hands aching as you repeated the same piece several times, working tirelessly to achieve perfection. Your wound throbbing as you threw caution to the wind, only worsening your fresh gash, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. One slip of your finger had your hands moving with a mind of their own, slamming down on the keys in frustration, you winced at the unpleasant sound. You wanted to scream into the silence, but instead merely heaved a sigh, gazing at the sheet of music that glared back at you.
Your hand ached in protest, blood was bound to be soaking through the carefully wrapped gauze. Gaze hardening, you let your fingers glide across the keys with what looked like effortless precision. Gritting your teeth as you played, the familiar composition bouncing off the walls. “Y/n..” A voice laced in worry called out, but you remained blissfully ignorant. Disregarding the specks of red that began to taint the pure white, your eyes darted between the sheet and piano with extreme focus. “Y/n!” The voice yelled, falling deaf in your ears, letting the music guide you.
Just as you began to approach the song's peak, the satisfaction of success you craved was ripped from your grasp. An unidentified force jerked your arm back in desperation, saving you from inevitable destruction, but that’s not how you viewed it. “Why would you do that?!” You yelled, seeing red, anger boiling hot within you. “You were hurting yourself, Y/n!” Taeyeon shrieked, her grip on your arm firm, much like the expression adorning her face. “I almost had it, I would have done it if it weren't for you!” You seethed, trying to rip your hand free of her grasp.
“You were hurting yourself,” she repeated, tone desperate, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I can take care of myself,” you grunted, refusing to meet her gaze, fist clenched in anger. “Really?” Taeyeon questioned, grasping your hand on her own, uncurling your fingers carefully. She revealed your red stained hands, eyes brimming with concern at the state you were in. “Stop,” you uttered, tugging your hand away and reaching for your music sheet, crumpling it in your palm.
“Why are you here, Taeyeon?” You asked coldly, eyes narrowed at her. “I’m here for you,” she confessed, eyes filled with sincerity, but you refused to play the fool. “Cut the bullshit,” you sneered, beginning to pack up your things. “I can see that you’re hurting, please let me help you,” she begged before you, taking a tentative step forward. “I don’t need your help!” You shouted, only further enraged by her words. “Why not? Why can’t you just accept my help?!” She questioned incredulously, meeting your volume.
“Why not?! Why not? Because you’re the damn reason everything’s so fucked in the first place! It’s all your fault and I hate you!” You yelled, a stray tear running down your cheek. “That’s not fair, Y/n..” Taeyeon muttered, utterly defeated by your words. Her heart ached in her chest, thrashing against her ribs. You hated her. The words replayed in her mind like a broken record. “How isn’t it fair? You left me..” an involuntary sob escaped your lips. “You left me,” you repeated the words, hating how broken you sounded, how fucked you were without her.
“I’m trying, Y/n. I’m trying to be there for you now..” She said, reaching out to you hopefully. “Acting like everything is fine doesn’t fix what happened,” you spoke, tone firm. “Please just let me help you now,” she pleaded, gently grasping your wounded hand. “I know it doesn’t fix anything, but you can’t expect me to make up for my past mistakes if you won’t even let me try.” Taeyeon looked into your eyes, chocolate orbs swirling with nothing but care. Huffing, you shook your head adamantly in refusal. “I have to meet someone,” you grumbled, brushing past the older woman. The headmistress helplessly watched you slip out of the studio with a sullen expression, lips sucked between her teeth thoughtfully.
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Your eyes were unfocused as you trudged through the pristine halls, mind clouded with unease. Absent-mindedly fiddling with your loose tie as you approached the photography club, you pulled out your phone to send Yerim a quick message. Waiting patiently outside the door, a familiar beep pulled you from your thoughts, Yerim’s head popping out the door, a bright grin adoring her lips. “You made it!” She cheered, ushering you inside eagerly. Upon entering, your shoulders instantly tensed, Student Council President Kim Seokjin was standing stiffly in the room you’d presumed empty. “I didn’t know you had a guest,” you muttered, sending the stoic male a tight lipped smile.
“Feel free to explore the dark room while the President and I finish discussing the upcoming event.” Yerim lazily pointed towards the smaller door covered in vintage photos. Nodding curtly, you waltzed inside without a second thought, uncomfortable under Seokjin’s cold gaze. As you clicked the door shut behind you, their hushed voices became muffled. You purse your lips pensively, wondering why someone of such importance was loitering in a measly club room. Pushing the thought away, you glanced curiously around the room lit with red. A smile tugged at your lips when your eyes landed on a photograph that hung in the centre of the room.
Before you was the image Yerim had taken the previous evening, cherry blossoms falling while you sat blissfully unaware on the bench below. A brief smile tugged at your lips before your eyes travelled to another photograph in the far corner, brows raising in curiosity. Taking an inquisitive step forward, you squinted at the displayed image, a smirk rising to your lips. Due to its faded, hazy nature, you were certain to be the first to see it. It had only just been developed after all. The sound of light footfall had you rushing to pluck it from its place, quickly folding the paper and slipping it into your blazer pocket.
“Sorry about that,” Yerim apologised upon entering the room, sending you a bashful smile. “It’s not a problem,” you assured, glancing back at the photograph of yourself. “What do you think?” She asked nervously, following your gaze to the image she’d claimed was her best. “I think you’re very talented,” you uttered sincerely, hands clasped behind your back. “Really?” She grinned sheepishly, shifting her weight from one leg to another as she scratched the back of her neck. You merely hummed in response, eyes glued to the expertly taken photograph. “Come with me,” she dragged you from the room by your arm, suddenly overcome with a burst of confidence.
You chuckled in amusement as she sat you down before a blank white canvas, her smile blindingly bright. “Have you ever painted before, Y/n?” She questioned, a mischievous glint in her eyes as you shook your head. “You seem like the type to have never gotten messy,” she muttered. You glanced down to your crisply ironed uniform, a stark contrast to Yerim’s crumpled shirt that was stained with paint. Stalking off to a nearby shelf, she came back with various coloured paints.. “Take your pick,” she held them up to you expectantly, pleased when you complied.
Handing you a brush, she began to squeeze the coloured paint onto a palette before presenting it to you. “What am I supposed to do?” You asked dumbly, staring at her with furrowed brows. “Anything,” Yerim encourages with a gentle smile, watching intently as you bring your hand up to the canvas. You let your hand guide you, uncertainty present with each brush stroke. “You’re too tense,” Yerim observed, carefully eyeing the canvas with squinted eyes. “Then what do you suggest I do?” You asked, gazing up to her expectantly. “I think you need to get a little messy,” she smirked, dipping her finger into some dark red paint. Not a second later her hand was flying towards your face, finger swiping across your nose and a proud grin adorning her lips.
You screeched at the cold sensation, nose scrunched as you stared at Yerim in utter disbelief. The smiling girl raised her hands in surrender as a smirk began to creep onto your lips, hand reaching for the paint. A loud squeal ripped from her lips as you copied her previous actions, dipping your hand into a purple paint and ruthlessly smearing it across her face. The two of you stared blankly at each other for mere seconds before breaking out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, closely followed by Yerim chasing you around the room with red stained hands. Melodious laughter bounced from the walls, the student council historian launching herself at you with a cheerful giggle.
Her red hands landed on your shoulders as the two of you toppled over, Yerim landing atop you with a thud. You winced as your back hit the marble floor, but a wide smile spread across your face at the sight of her toothy grin. Her dark locks fell perfectly around your face, chocolate brown orbs swirling with delight as she gazed into your eyes. With glossy pink lips sucked between her teeth, she traced your features with her purple finger tip, smiling giddily as you complained about the ticklish sensation. Yerim gulped harshly upon realising how your faces were now only mere inches apart, blinking owlishly as she pushed herself off your with an awkward smile.
Clearing your throat, you rose to your feet, Yerim avoiding your gaze at all costs. “I think I’d better get going,” you announced, dusting off your clothes. The historian hummed absentmindedly, staring thoughtfully at the canvas. “I hope we can do this again sometime Yerim. I had fun,” you admitted, slipping out of the room without waiting for a response. Upon catching sight of your paint stained uniform, you breathed out a heavy sigh, knowing it would be troublesome to clean. Scurrying off to your dorm silently, you shoved your hands into your pockets as you trudged down the familiar stone path.
A sudden grin broke out on your face as your fingers met a piece of crumpled paper hidden within your blazer pocket. Your mind raced with endless thoughts on the journey back, whistling a cheery tune as you approached your room, running to paper between your thumb and forefinger. Pushing the familiar numbered door open after scanning your key card, you stumbled into your room, pulling the paper from your pocket excitedly. You scanned the paper carefully, squinting at the image before you as you tried to make out every blurred detail. Tensing at the feeling of two strong arms wrapping around your torso, you shrieked in surprise.
“Sooyoung!” You yelled incredulously at the tall girl who rested her chin atop your shoulder. “Where were you?” She whined, pulling you impossibly closer. “Nowhere,” you managed to stutter out, trying to conceal the photograph in your pocket, but Sooyoung was quick to snatch it from your hand. “What’s this?” She questioned, eyes widening by tenfold upon closer inspection of the image. “It’s nothing!” You squeaked out, trying to snatch it back, but she held it just out of your grasp. “Y/n.” Sooyoung spoke, voice eerily calm. “Would you care to explain why you have a photo of Mr Kim kissing-” You slapped your hand over her mouth with wide eyes, hearing a light footfall just outside your dorm door.
“I promise I’ll explain, just promise you can keep a secret.”
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Pairing: Adrian (Alucard) Tepes x Reader
Summary: Adrian can't stop taking you out to fancy restaurants when a simple coffee date is enough to make you smile.
Content: fluff, huggies and kissies, modern au
Reader is gender neutral as always
Art by me
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Adrian doesn't lose his head very often. It can be entertaining to watch sometimes but watching him pace the room or fidget with his pen repeatedly makes you pity him.
With his father owning a multi-million company and his mother being quite a successful doctor, the wealth of his family pressures the weight of believing he must live a luxurious lifestyle. That means donning expensive fashion, eating the finest cuisine and most of all, taking you to the most beautiful places. His expected end result? Hopefully your happiness. He doesn't plan on stopping to achieve it.
You want to say something, watching from the couch as his legs carry him across the living room until you finally reach for his hand. Tenderly do your lips meet his knuckles in the most precious manner.
"I won't ask what's wrong because you'll say nothing is but-"
"Nothing is wrong," he says a little too quickly, cutting you off and staring down at you with that firm look; the one that tells you not to worry.
You huff a laugh, "You are a ridiculously terrible liar, love."
"Really," Adrian mutters softly, kissing your hand in return, "I'm alright."
"Mhm, is that why you're pacing the room like you do when you're frustrated?"
Adrian gives you the most irate look, but not harsh in nature; a raise of his hooked brow.
"I do not pace."
"You do, you even do those little nose scrunchies occasionally, it's adorable."
He grumbles in embarrassment but lets you gently pull him down on the cushions by your side. Instinctively, you hook your arm around his shoulders, his large frame slouching against your body and his slender nose pressed into your neck. You set a rhythm of running your nails through his locks, it's a habit you've gotten used to that he appreciates very much, a low hum releasing in his throat like a purring cat.
"Let me guess, you want to take me out to another fancy restaurant or purchase another diamond necklace."
He sighs, taking your hand in his to pull and play at your fingers.
"For you, I won't settle for anything less, you know I won't."
"Adrian, love, I don't need nor want expensive things to be impressed, we could just sit here and talk about dumb theories or watch crappy 80s films or something, I dunno."
He breathed a laugh at your suggestion, a little relieved. You mostly meant the things you said, with an underlining joke to grace your words but he always admired your ability to make light of a situation with your charm and consideration.
"In fact, how about we have a coffee date right now. We can visit the one with those cinnamon rolls you love."
Adrian pouts in thought, dragging his fingertip up your arm and down again, lifting goose bumps on your flesh. He smiles when he agrees, tilting his lips up to touch your jaw.
"That would be lovely."
Your boyfriend stands, taking your hands and pulling you up with him before offering his arm like a gentlemen.
"Shall we?"
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Power Armor Punch Part Forty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: Oh- but I’m sorry. It looks as if our store does not carry that selection. *audible overdramatic sigh with a fake apologetic customer service voice* We only sell the finest of filthy dresses- what you’re looking for is too clean. Now excuse me. I have to restock our wares. *tosses the dress aside enthusiastically*
Lucille: What’s taking them so long?
Nick: Not sure. Hope they’re alright.
Gardio: *adjusts his own fedora* What are we to do if they aren’t but rescue them? After all, Linus only left a few minutes ago. Give them some time.
Jasmine: (Softly chuckles as she puts her dress back in her bag. She spots a mini safe under some rubble and picks it up, staring at it curiously. She takes out a bobby pin and a screwdriver, picking the lock easily and removes its contents that includes a ridiculous and overly done feathered ladies hat for some reason. Partly amused she holds it up to Teshteal, tilting her head to one side as the brightly colored feathers flap with the movement)
Teshteal: Oh! *claps* What a nice hat! We should keep it! *quietly to himself* I’d wear it but I have horns. *louder* I wonder how it would look on you? *bouncing excitedly on his feet*
Nick: So I hear you’ve been doing detective work-
Gardio: Free lance. I tend to roam about, rarely ever coming back to Hangman’s Alley.
Lucille: You lived in Hangman’s Alley this entire time?! And we never crossed paths until now?!
Gardio: I prefer not to stay in the Alley… *points at his face* I don’t want anyone getting sick because of my sheer existence.
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that idea of her wearing it as she closely examines the hat. Might’ve been some sort of prewar fancy luxury brand that probably cost an arm and a leg to but which must’ve been why the owners decided to put it in a safe. Can’t understand why something like this was once so desirable, it’s completely useless now. She holds it out to Teshteal so he can take a look)
Teshteal: *takes it an examines for a moment* It hurts my eyes. *puts it on top of his fedora but doesn’t try to force it past his horns. He looks even sillier now* How do I look?
Gardio: Nick… *sighs regretfully* About what happened before the war- at Cainbridge, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t step in when the department-
Nick: Gardio, that was 200 years ago. You wouldn’t have been able to change much-
Gardio: I could have done something. The best I could do was try to look for Winter myself but then- *purses his cracked lips as he looks up at the sky* I didn’t see the point after the war. I ran. Helped people, yeah, but I couldn’t finish what you started.
Nick: *pauses for a moment as he realizes what he’s talking about* Don’t worry about it. *smirks* Lucille and I put that son of a bitch Winter six feet under. Where he belongs.
Gardio: *surprised look*
Nick: *reaches up and slaps his shoulder* That doesn’t mean I won’t thank you for trying to do right by the original Valentine. You’re a good man, Chapel. *nods* A good man.
Jasmine: (Smiling brightly on the inside but she can’t make herself react physically to Teshteal, and it weighs her down. She reaches into her bag and pulls out the bloodied book and flips to a page, taking out her pen that has cats printed on it) (Writing) “I am not suppose to react to anything at all, sorry. If I do I get mad at myself and feel like I am about to get punished.” (Points to the hat) “It looks ridiculous on its own, but you somehow can pull it off.” (Draws a smiling face by her writing)
Teshteal: *bounces forward and presses the book almost daintily down* We are not supposed to but wouldn’t you love to anyway? Who’s gonna stop you? Not me. Not the dead raiders. *looks over at a mannequin* What are you going to do, mannequin? Suddenly spring to life? Shout if she giggles? What? You will?! I’ll kill you. *smacks it into the wall then runs back to Jas* See? Anyone that says otherwise will get the “mannequin treatment” from yours truly. *jabs his thumb at himself*
Jasmine: (Slowly blinks at Teshteal, reaching down to her sleeve and pulls it up along with some bandages to show him her self harm cuts, then points to her head) (Writing) “They carved themselves in my head, you can’t fight me to stop me.” (Gestures at her side then at her legs that are also littered with cuts, cuts that bring a forbidden relief when inflicted) (Writing) “That was the next step for you I think, to get commands to self punish so they are always in control even when they aren’t there. It starts with breaking you down, then they can build you however they want and you can’t stop them because you’re nothing and worthless.”
Teshteal: I cannot- that’s a bit of problem. Hm. *taps his chin* Perhaps imagine I’m beating them up? *does not know how to help* Or both of us! *grins stupidly. He’s trying his best*
Jasmine: (Shrugs her shoulders, having no idea how to stop these thoughts either. Or the more violent thoughts that occur to “solve problems”, those are the most dangerous to herself and others. There is a way to pacify herself however, although she hates that it can happen. She stares down at her notebook and flips back a few pages, peeling two that are stuck together. The page is shown to be a list of those mentioned commands. On the very top is written “A-001”, her assigned number from the vault that is needed for some of these commands)
Teshteal: *immediately points to Reset, Dismissed, and the Custom Command* Those seem to be the safest ones. *scratches his head* I don’t think I’m a handler, but maybe we can make a custom command word? One not associated with fear? *snaps his fingers* Valentine-! His last name’s perfect for a command and he’s associated with a strong emotion- literally the one that rivals fear itself!
Jasmine: (Writing) “They used the custom command one mostly to get me to eat, although they found out they had to specify how much because I’d only eat one spoonful then stop.” (Freezes, her hands shaking when she remembers what else they made her do with this power. She was helpless against it) (Writing) “Also had me do other things, I hated the custom command.” (If used in the right way maybe these can helpful, especially to Nick if she gets out of control or lost in her head)
Teshteal: I know you hate it but it could be useful to help stop the voices. We can use their tactics against them. *smiles reassuringly at her* We have a way to stop them.
Jasmine: (Puts the tip of her thumb in her mouth while she stares down at the list. Hate is an understatement. It would send shocks of fear through her to hear these spoken directly at her and possibly flashbacks of being punished for not following orders, but in the end is it better than the alternative? She doesn’t know, she’ll have to leave it up to Nick in the end to make the call. Should she show this to him? Show him her assigned number so he can activate the command that render her completely useless and submissive if necessary? Her Dad won’t abuse this power, yet she doesn’t want to…)
Teshteal: We can show this to Detective Valentine and discuss what to do. He seems too kind to use the commands excessively.
Jasmine: (Immediately tears out the page when he says that, tucking the list in her jacket pocket so it’s safe with her and she the one with control over it. She tilts her head at Teshteal when two thoughts comes over her) (Writing) “What’s your assigned number? And where’s Nick if he’s not here?”
Teshteal: *heart beat roars in his ears suddenly and ge stiffens up at the thought of anyone knowing it. Regardless he keeps a chipper tone* I assume still over at Hangman’s Alley. I initially came here to bring you back to the group. *hesitates* Why do you want to know my number? *tail wraps around him and he starts to fidget with it nervously*
Jasmine: (Writing) “You know mine, I’d be lying to say that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable that you know it. I am the one who’s more susceptible to this.” (Looks up and blinks under her mask, realizing that her coding is yelling at her to get the edge on Teshteal and even things out. That’s why she wants to know it) “Fuck….” (Takes a few steps back in horror at herself while she drops the book, crashing into the wall as she starts breathing quickly and grabbing at her arms)
Teshteal: That’s true. *ringing his tail even more nervously* Mine was F-666. The useless ones. The… the cannon-fodder. *suddenly feels a wave of panic wash over him. He slowly backs away, his own coding and instincts telling him he’s so much more vulnerable now that someone now knows his assigned number*
Jasmine: (Horrified that she didn’t even realize her own true ambitions for doing things until it’s too late, until she was getting what she wanted. She presses herself up against the wall as the words “Monster” and “Pathetic” ring in her head over and over again, along with another one that’s getting louder. “Mistake”) (Quietly) “I am sorry…” (She has tears on her face now, not that Teshteal can tell as she slowly slinks to sit on the floor in a dark corner and picks at her arms)
Teshteal: *smells the saline and his eyes widen. Softly, fighting his panic* No, no, no. Don’t cry. *slowly approaches her and kneels. He takes her hands, gently crossing her arms over each other, and starts breathing slow, deep breaths. Softly still* You’re okay… We’re okay…
Jasmine: (When she heard him say not to cry she goes deathly silent and stiff because she’s not suppose to and would receive severe punishment for doing so. But when Teshteal starts comforting her in that sweet and gentle manner she relaxes a bit and lowers her head as the voices in her head attack her, the mask fogging up from her tears. She’s getting hit with berating and judging remarks for how she handled things, scolded for not performing better. On the other side is the same three words that are meant to keep her down and scared)
Teshteal: *keeps comforting her as he sits. He keeps taking deep breaths, hoping she’ll subconsciously start matching them while keeping his own thoughts at bay, too* You didn’t hurt me. That’s good. We’re okay… *puts his forehead against hers* I’m okay…
Jasmine: (Choking on her tears) “What if I hurt you?” (Shy’s away from him out of fear of doing so. She already hurt people who tried to help her. Nick- her own father, included along with Lucille)
Teahteal: So what if you do? *shrugs* I’m Safeguarding you, right now…
Jasmine: (Raises her head when she hears that command he’s doing for her, sniffing back her sobs and she tries to stop trembling so much. She’s suddenly very aware on how much time they are wasting just sitting here waiting for her to stop being such a baby) “You are not suppose to, no one is.” (Pulls back and tries to stand while bracing onto the wall)
Teshteal: *stands and extends a hand to help her* As your sibling and your friend, I’m absolutely supposed to. *determined* They may be in our heads but I’ll be damned if I let them stop me from helping people I care about.
Jasmine: (Stands on her own and just starts walking back to the rooftop without looking at him, hoping deep down that he doesn’t take it personally. She’s gone completely numb to keep herself at bay, to keep herself from crying. Soon she’s rushing up the ladder and jumping from the stores roof to another roof, looking back to see if Teshteal will follow)
Teshteal: *already pocketed the ridiculous hat and it’s following her easily and effortlessly*
Jasmine: (Starts efficiently leaping from rooftop to rooftop, railing to railing, gliding across nimbly like a cat save for the part of constantly walking on all fours, she only does that when it’s easier or needs to stay hidden. Soon she and Teshteal near where she last saw Nick and Lucille, quickly lowering herself so they can’t see her. Or rather so Gardio doesn’t see her)
Teshteal: *whispers* Why are we hiding?
Nick: Alright. I think I need to go find those two. It’s been a while.
Gardio: I probably should have gone with him. Don’t know why I didn’t. The man doesn’t have the best track record of keeping his head low or out of trouble.
Nick: Didn’t he crash his car through a precinct window once?
Gardio: Good lord, don’t remind me, Nick. *chuckles at the memory*
Jasmine: (Peers down, swallowing hard. She pulls back and takes off her mask, quickly wiping it from the inside so she can see better. Her eyes are red and puffy, there’s still fresh tears going down on her face as she puts it back on and tightens her hood. She slowly starts backing away in the direction they just came from)
Teshteal: *takes her hand* Hey. Gardio won’t hurt you. I promise… at least tell Nick what’s going on before you run off. *softly. Pleaful* Please?
Jasmine: (Gestures over the edge to where the trio is standing below and points to her head, shaking it while holding up her trembling hand. Then she points to her heart and shakes her head again to try and signify that she can’t feel anything and has gone numb. She thinks for a long moment before she uses her free hand to make several small slicing motions down her arm, remembering her promise to Nick. She looks over the edge, seriously considering jumping off and scampering to somewhere she deems safe)
Teshteal: *takes hold of her other hand after he sees the sign* Hey, look at me. Neither I nor Nick will let Gardio hurt you. I doubt he ever would seriously try, but neither of us will let it happen. Let’s talk to Nick. Please…? *his pupils are wide with concern as he begs her almost desperately*
Nick: *about to go when he suddenly looks up at the building* Nevermind. You two stay put. I’ve got this. *walks over and climbs up a fire escape on the side. He swings himself over the ledge of the roof* There you two are. *walks over* Talk to me about what…? And when did you start calling me by my first name?
Teshteal: *keeps her hands in his as he addresses Nick* It’s faster to say- sorry. *looks to Jas then Nick* Rosie’s scared of meeting Gardio. She might need a second to get her barings but I’m scared she’s going to run and… *pauses, fear crossing his face for a second* Do something…
Jasmine: (Starts pulling from Teshteals grip while grunting with frustration, twisting her wrists in a furious manner. If she really wanted to she could escape and run free, but she rather not hurt Teshteal while doing so. She’s dangerously close to the edge as she struggles, not that isn’t aware of it she’s actually trying to jump off)
Nick: Thanks for the warning-
Teshteal: Nick. *mouths* A-001 Reset.
Nick: What- That’s-
Teshteal: Just do it. It’ll help.
Nick: *with some hesitation and regret as soon as he says it* A-001 Reset.
Jasmine: (Eyes immediately go wide and get filled with terror as she goes completely limp. She falls to her knees still super close to the edge and puts her hands behind her head while she heaves heavy breaths. Her mind and vision go blinding white, heart thumping in her ears while she “resets”. Essentially, this command was to help them clear their heads if they get overloaded and out of control, helps them rethink their decisions and strategies. For her it was mostly used when she made a grave mistake in combat. So she’s getting slapped with internal corrections on her recent and past mistakes, fearing that she’ll be severely punished)
Nick: *terrified at seeing how frightened and powerless she suddenly becomes* What did you just have me do?
Teshteal: Quick- tell her she’s not in trouble. That’s a crucial step.
Nick: *glares angrily at Teshteal but kneels and gently and calmly starts reassuring her* You haven’t done anything wrong, Rosalinda. You’re okay. Dad’s right here… I didn’t know what it that would do to you or what the situation was. *heart breaks seeing the fear on her face. His voice cracks a little* I’m so sorry. *gently cups her cheek and strokes it with his thumb*
Teshteal: I-
Nick *looks back at him with a glare then quietly goes back to reassuring Jas that she’s safe*
Teshteal: *goes quiet again and wordlessly starts pulling out the trinkets he found around Jas’s house, setting them next to the pair* Please give these to Rosie. I found them at her house… *decides he’s gone too far this time* I’ll be somewhere. *scampers off suddenly*
Jasmine: (Staring off at nothing with her hands still behind her head in surrender, her red teary eyes unfocused. She doesn’t seem to register Nick as her mind continues to flash white for the reset, anticipating a blinding pain to come from either a slap or her jaw roughly grabbed to wake her up from it followed by berating remarks)
Nick: *holds her close, gently lowering her arms so he wrap his around her* Come back to me, doll…
Teshteal: *running like the wind, tears streaking past his ear. He doesn’t know where he’s going but he knows he can’t be there anymore. He messed up. Being alone is what he deserves*
Jasmine: (Can’t stay in reset mode forever and starts slipping back into reality and into the correction stage. She doesn’t move but blinks with slight recognition at her surroundings as her previous actions slowly play out in her head, the slightest mistakes coming into view. It throws her off that she’s not getting hit or forced to do things she doesn’t want to, instead her Dad is here and comforting her. She still feels like she did downtime terribly wrong…)
Nick: *gently petting her hair* It’s okay… I’m sorry.
Teshteal: Stupid. Moron. You don’t deserve anyone. You’re a burden. You’re just an inconvenience. *stops suddenly and just collapses into a ball* No one cares- *the memory of being held in one big strong hug by Gardio burns inside his mind. He wants to go back to that so bad but knows… he knows as soon as he finds out…* You just make things worse…
Jasmine: (Finishes her assessment of herself from the moment she first left to the store until now, biting down on her tongue. She’s currently in a “do whatever the hell you want with me, I don’t care anymore” stage by reflex in order to shield herself. It’ll be awhile until her mind registers that it’s safe to fully return, and that she doesn’t have to go numb anymore for these type of things)
Nick: *decides to carry her on his back back down the fire escape. He arrives at Lucille but notices Gardio’s missing* Where’s your father?
Lucille: Went off to find Teshteal.
Nick: *opens his mouth then shuts it*
Jasmine: (Completely motionless as Nick carries her, not making much of an effort to hold on. She’s like a limp Raggedy Ann doll, anticipating for something to happen to her, waiting for someone to puppet her)
Gardio: *looking everywhere for Teshteal, even asking a few feral ghouls*
Teshteal: *curled up in a hole, waiting to just… Die*
Gardio: *managed to find him* Linus…?
Teshteal: *a jolt of fear causes him to jump* Don’t call me by that name!
Gardio: Oh- sorry… *kneels in front of him and even then he towers over the poor rat of a man* What are you doing?
Teshteal: …Trying to die.
Gardio: By sitting in a hole in a wall? Friend, you’re going to be waiting for a while.
Teshteal: Why did you even bother finding me? I’m a monster. Literally. *smacks his tail against the ground*
Gardio: That makes two of us. *points at his face* That’s no reason to give in.
Teshteal: It is if you hurt someone close to you so easily.
Gardio: I see… but don’t you think that it would hurt them more if you ran away and never apologized for it?
Teshteal: *looks up in surprise. He hadn’t thought of that. He lowers his head, voicing another thought* What if I keep hurting them?
Gardio: If you make steps to improve on yourself, you won’t. Not in the same way, at least…
Teshteal: *sighs sadly* Detective Valentine won’t want me around anyway-
Gardio: You let me worry about Valentine. Worry about the person you hurt first.
Teshteal: *starts to cry again suddenly* I don’t deserve this kindness.
Gardio: You deserve friendship.
Teshteal: No-
Gardio: Don’t fight me on this, officer. That’s an order.
Teshteal: *well now he can’t argue. Orders are orders*
Jasmine: (Closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, counting how long it took her to calm down earlier. Two minutes too long, pathetic)
Teshteal: This might be stupid to ask but can I have a hug?
Gardio: *Picks up the little rat of a man and gives him a big hug* Not a stupid question at all.
Teshteal: *feels a lot safer suddenly. He hugs back*
Jasmine: (Opens her eyes, lifting her head from Nicks shoulder and she looks around like a wide-eyed lost kitten. She’s so terrified, so confused. Her brain doesn’t know know to process anything, it’s stuck in this mode)
Lucille: *just standing near Nick, checking one of her guns for damage*
Jasmine: (There’s a slight haze to her vision and a ringing noise in her ears, almost like her mind is censoring what she sees and hears. Again it’s completely unnecessary now, maybe she can correct it later so the reset is just her clearing her mind and nothing more)
Nick: *worried about her specifically*
Teshteal: You always give the best hugs…
Gardio: *sets Teshteal down on his feet* Are you going to be alright?
Teshteal: *whipes his eyes* I think so.
Jasmine: (Puts her head back down, partly closing her eyes while she take heavy, but steady breaths. She still anticipating the regular abuse she’d normally suffer after a reset. Luckily for everyone, unlike when Lucille slapped her into a similar state she isn’t being drowned in horrific memories, although she still remembers them)
Lucille: *Kind of regrets that, too. Still thinks Jas hates her for all of that*
Gardio: Glad to hear. Now let’s get you back to the others. *adjusts his hat* What do you say, partner?
Teshteal: Yes sir. *salutes him dramatically*
Gardio: *starts walking back towards the group* At ease, we’re not on duty. *cracks a grin* Save the formalities until we’re in uniform.
Teshteal: You are. *referring to his coat as he starts to follow*
Gardio: Hey, you gotta look the part out here in the ruins! Dress for the job you want and all that.
Teshteal: *sticks his tongue out at the old ghoul*
Gardio: *glances back* Still just as immature as ever.
Jasmine: (Tenses suddenly, going completely relaxed while she trembled. She’s not sure why exactly as she’s not currently getting flashbacks, guess it’s just muscle memory)
Nick: *decides to cradle her like a toddler and quietly comfort her*
Lucille: *yawns*
Jasmine: (Raises her head and her little hands hesitantly grab onto his coat. Her eyes get teary again while she feels something jolt in her chest. She didn’t do anything wrong, did she?)
Nick: Ssh… it’s alright, doll. You didn’t do anything wrong. Not this time.
Teshteal: *leading the way this time*
Ferals: *start climbing out at the sound of the two’s footsteps*
Teshteal: *gets into a fighting stance*
Gardio: Let them be. They’re curious about the noise.
Teshteal: They’ll attack-
Gardio: No, I don’t think they will. *looking around at all of them* Go back to sleep you all…
Ferals: *stand and twitch in place, seemingly unsure of what to do*
Gardio: Just keep walking, Teshteal. Don’t make eye contact.
Teshteal: *hard swallow as he straightens up and walks normally down the road*
Gardio: *keeping an eye on the ghouls as they pass through* That’s right. Slow steps. *calmly* We’re friendly…
Jasmine: (Stares off for a bit while her bottom lip trembles, suddenly feeling very clingy to her father and fearful of being separated from him. Ditching all the voices telling her no, she grabs onto Nick as tightly as she can while she wails nonsense into his coat. Aaaaaand here’s that separation anxiety she’s been trying to avoid developing all this time)
Lucille: *jumps* What the-!?
Nick: Whoa-! It’s alright, I’m not going anywhere, kiddo! I’m right here.
Jasmine: (Not sure what the hell came over her that’s making her sob and hold onto her Dad like he’s the last person on earth. She had never been like this with her mother even when she was very small, or with any other adult she was close to after her mom died)
Nick: *sighs and keeps reassuring her he’s not going anywhere*
Teshteal: *Once they’re through and a safe enough distance* How’d you keep them from attacking?
Gardio: Glowing Ones tend to be a bit… odd as nonferal ghouls go. I can kind of tell what they’re thinking usually- don’t know how or why.
Jasmine: (Realizes that she’s not even crying tears all that much, she’s just blubbering incoherent sentences. She shuts her mouth but doesn’t loosen her death grip, closing her eyes to recount again with a clear head. She’s not in trouble, she was told to reset by Nick and not the trainer or the guards. There’s no need to shield herself anymore after a reset or have a panic attack, she can take a rest now…)
Nick: *softly* I’m sorry, Rosie…
Teshteal: *eyes widen* You have super powers!?
Gardio: You have super speed, horns, a tail, and cat eyes. Still out to lunch on how that last one’s even possible.
Teshteal: Touch-ay.
Gardio: You still don’t know how to say Touche…?
Teshteal: It’s a weird word!
Gardio: It is literally two syllables.
Teshteal: Listen, I can only hold so much grammar and pronunciation rules in my head.
Gardio: *rolls his eyes at his lame excuse*
Jasmine: (Ran out of batteries, she’s exhausted from the ordeal. She keeps her tight hold on her Dad while she buries her face in the crook of his neck, dropping into a power nap)
Gardio: Wait… how are you leading me back?
Teshteal: Take a wild fxcking guess.
Gardio: …Oh please don’t tell me you’re guessing.
Teshteal: What? No! Sense of smell. *taps his nose* It’s very accurate!
Gardio: I don’t know whether to be impressed or disgusted.
Teshteal: How did you find me anyway?
Gardio: The power of friendship and “Ghoul to Ghoul communication”.
Teshteal: … Please tell me you’re joking.
Gardio: I’m not. I wish I were.
Jasmine: (Napping quietly and peacefully, some tears still on her cheeks. She’s holding Nick on his promise that he’s not going anywhere, that’s the only reason she can sleep right now)
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A Chef talent?
Season: autumn
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Tomoya: .....Hmm, this plate is heavier than the other one. Doesn't the heavier one look more luxurious?
Jun: But isn't this one more beautiful or rather gorgeous~?
Niki: (...Jun-kun and Tomoya-kun? Something is spreading on the table, I wonder what are they doing?)
Good evening to both of you. what are you doing?
Jun: Ah, Shiina-senpai. I'm very sorry, we just needed some space, so we're borrowing a table in the cafeteria.
Niki: You don't have to apologize to me. I may cook here, but the cafeteria belongs to everyone♪
So, what's with all the plates and pictures on the table?
Tomoya: Well.....we're rehearsing for a variety show here. It's a program where we compares the items that come out and judges the expensive ones.
Both I and sazanami-senpai were selected by the office as the next performers.....
Jun: And then, after [Bogey Time], we decided that if we were going to appear on the same variety show again, we should have a meeting to discuss how to handle the situation together.
Niki: hmm that's why you're practicing your connoisseur here.
Tomoya: Yes. Hakaze-senpai who has appeared in the past from RhyLin is getting good results, so I'm worried about whether I can do well...!
Jun: I'm worried too, you know~? If it's CosPro, there must be someone more suitable like Ohii-san, Nagi-senpai, or Itsuki-senpai from "Valkyrie"...
Well, in terms of variety, it wouldn't be interesting if only correct answers were given.
But It's not cool to get all the wrong answers too. So I borrowed some materials from the office that could be used as teaching aids and am now practicing.
Niki: I see. If you're practicing, that means you've got some really expensive items here, right?
Tomoya: Yes, I'm thinking about these two plates right now, but I have no idea which one is more expensive.
Niki: is that so...? No matter how you look at it, the plate on the right is more expensive, right?
Jun&Tomoya: ehh?
Tomoya: I've got the answers so I'll check it out..... —It's true! The blue-rimmed plates look expensive. Shiina-senpai, you are right!
Jun: You said so confidently, but how did you know? Somehow, I thought Shiina-senpai was only interested in food...
Niki: Nahaha, it's because I'm interested in food, that's why. As a chef, I am a little picky when it comes to tableware♪
Tomoya: W-Well then. What about things other than plates?
I can't write with this fountain pen, so I have to judge it by how it feels in my hands and how it looks.
Niki: if I can't write Is it okay to smell it?
Tomoya: I don't think it's prohibited, but...
Niki: Then I won't hesitate, sniff sniff....
Yes. The ink from this fountain pen smells better, so this one is probably more expensive!
Jun: Mashiro-kun, what's the correct answer...?
Tomoya: H-He got it right!
Niki: Fufun♪I'm rather sensitive to smells~
Jun: Well then. How about this bonsai? I can't bring the real thing with me, so you'll have to judge from the photos.
Niki: hmm. The colour of the leaves looks delicious here, so isn't the first picture an expensive bonsai?
Tomoya: Amazing... you're right again. Shiina-senpai, were you good at connoisseurs?
Niki: No, no, except for the plate it was just luck, I guess my intuition just happened to be clear
Jun: I think having good intuition is a great weapon~? If you want, why don't you come to the show with me?
There is also a corner where Shiina-senpai can definitely play an active role.
Tomoya: That's right! A corner where people compare dishes and guess which one is more expensive would be suitable for Shiina-senpai.
Niki: dishes….?
Does that mean you get to eat delicious food when you perform? I will be served a fancy meal right!?
Jun: Haha, you have a good appetite, right? Yes, they're trying to make us guess which dish is made with the finest ingredients.
Tomoya: The video I was given as a reference showed Japanese black beef and giant fatty tuna. It was a succession of high-end ingredients, wasn't i
Niki: meat and seafood.....!
Tomoya: let's show Shiina-senpai the reference video you sent me. Play it from the eating comparison corner and...
Jun: Ah~, yeah yeah. It's interesting that the food comparison corner is blindfolded so that you can't see the food.
That one will make you have to guess with your tongue alone—
Niki: What...!?
Tomoya: ? What's wrong?
Niki: Wh..wh-wh-wh-what is this~!
Why is there only that tiny little piece on the spoon!?
What's more, it only takes a spoonful!? I can't fill my stomach like this!
Jun: No, because if you eat a lot, you'll know if it's high quality or not......
Niki: What about the feelings of the other parts of the meat that are left behind! Where did the other parts go!
Tomoya: I'm sure the staff enjoy the rest of the food, though.....
Niki: Th-Then! Does that mean that the performers can only eat a little bit~!?
I thought it would be tempting to be able to eat food, but I just can't stand it!
So, Jun-kun, I'm sorry, but please don't include me in the show!
Jun: Haha...it can't be helped if you say it like that~? Okay, I'll see you next time.
Tomoya: I'm also looking forward to the day Shiina-senpai makes an appearance...♪
Niki: Nahaha. It would be interesting to see that one day, but for now, just cheering the both of you is enough for me!
I'm hungry after watching videos of the food... I'll make you both a late-night snack as a way of cheering you on♪
Jun: Eh, is that okay?
Niki: Of course. Power up with Niki-kun's special late-night snack, and aim for all the correct answers...♪
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For the prompts, if you're still doing them 🖤 "I didn't know nowhere else to go" from Ardyn's perspective perhaps?
So this is an interesting one as it's sort of written into my Ora Pro Nobis fic (he ends up at reader's house after he's gravely injured) and I love the idea of him finding you in his darkest hour to ask for help or shelter.
Here's something a bit new. Hope you enjoy.
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The hour was late. The dry scratch of your pen on paper had begun to grate on your nerves, stretching your wrist atop a mountain of paperwork. There was something comforting about the monotony, though. It was safe. Routine. The only thing you could afford to enjoy in such a place.
Verstael's research facility was a place without luxury. The finest equipment and technological advances maybe, but not comfort. The clinical smell of whitewashed hallways left an acrid sheen at the back of your throat, and the sounds— Gods, the sounds. It was worse at night.
A few months ago you'd been promoted to make observations on the mad scientist's new pet. Adagium, they called him. A thing of such tales and reverence and yet... he was just a man. A timid, reserved man at that. He'd only ever treated you with respect during your fleeting encounters, but it was when you observed from a distance that he frightened you.
You'd witnessed what he was capable of. Whether he was willing or not, Verstael pushed him, cruel and unrelenting. Exposing him to sunlight. Forcing him to... infect people. Whatever that meant.
But when you were alone, he was kind. Softly spoken. A dark contrast to his capabilities. Verstael had warned you not to get too close. To be on guard when you observed him. But you never felt there was much need. Perhaps that was foolish, but you trusted him. He was still a man; with a heart, at that.
Flicking off the florescent lights to your office, you collected your paperwork and headed back to your quarters. Dead eyed Magitek soldiers parted to allow you entry; you never got used to them. The way they'd jerk their heads in your direction upon approach. The cold glint of their armour. Their unerring presence.
Verstael wasn't much better. His eager stare had caught you closely, a little too closely, on several occasions. But the arrogant twang of his voice let you at least know of his approach in advance.
"Ah, my faithful observationist."
It was too much for him to call you by name. It had been so long you were sure he'd forgotten it.
"Verstael." You stopped in your tracks to turn and face him. "What can I do for you?"
"I'd like you to visit Adagium." He waved a carefree hand in the air as two MT soldiers marched by.
"Sir, it's late—" your protest was all but cut short when he shot you a serious look. "But I can swing by after I've dropped off this paperwork."
"Excellent," he said slowly, dragging each syllable out deliberately. "I'd like you to begin night time observations, effective immediately. The guards say they've noticed some changes in his behaviour of late, but I need a keen eye to go and make sense of it for me."
"As you wish, Sir." You nodded politely and began to turn away before you felt a strong hand grip your forearm.
You turned, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. If he wanted your attention, he need only ask.
"Is there something else?" You asked with waning patience.
"Yes," he cleared his throat and released you, straightening his jacket. "I'd like you to be careful."
You couldn't help but frown. Why the sudden concern? "Of course, Sir. Will that be all?"
He nodded. Something strange played on his face. A cautious look. Was he... nervous?
"That is all." He nodded and gestured for you to be on your way. With haste you complied, carrying on to your sleeping quarters.
His look played on your mind. He never took much care with you, and the uncharacteristic change of heart concerned you. What had they discovered, exactly? Had the prisoner had enough?
Prisoner. Verstael hated that word. His 'guest' he'd say instead, but you knew better. A pathetic coverup for the reality of it all. 'Weapon' would have been a more appropriate title, given the things you'd seen Adagium do.
Arriving at your chambers, you tossed your paperwork aside, instead taking up a clipboard and pen. A strange feeling twisted your stomach. Something dark, right in the pit, and it lingered there. Like a predator waiting to strike.
Something terrible was about it happen.
Though the feeling resided, you continued, brushing down your suit pants and heading toward where they kept the subject. It was a little way away, through a labyrinth of white corridors and MT checkpoints, other facility employees milling about as they closed up the lab for the day.
You kept your head down as you traversed the facility. Your feet ached. Your mind ached. Yesterday's scratchy notes bled through the paper onto the clipboard behind. Glancing down at them as you walked, you read through a few lines.
'The subject displays aggressive outbursts when threatened. Something about them seems involuntary.'
'The subject's aversion to light is still present, yet manageable. He appears to regenerate more quickly than the sun affects his skin, though there appears to be some pain.'
You remembered Verstael exposing him to UV rays for hours on end. Adagium never complained. He just dealt with it in his usual, docile way. He was always compliant. Like a well trained dog.
It was sad.
You were broken from your tangle of thoughts by the sound of rapid footsteps approaching. Looking up, you saw a man hot-tailing it down the corridor toward you.
"Run!" The man shouted, almost crashing into you in the narrow space as his body collided with the wall. "It's the Agadium!"
BANG.
Something errupted in the distance and orange flamed bellowed into the corridor. You felt the brutal heat before you saw it. The man scrambled to his feet and began running again, just as two Magitek soldiers shoved by you and toward the flames.
What the fuck is going on?
You didn't think to turn and run. What if something in the facility had malfunctioned? He could be hurt.
Instead you carried on after the MT's, taking off your heeled shoes and throwing them aside. The heat grew intense as you drew closer, hearing the rattle of gunfire nearby.
Instinctively you ducked and covered your head, another loud explosion from within quelling the gunfire all together.
Shit.
A body flies through the flames and plummets into the wall opposite you, it's chest in ribbons, sparks buzzing around the shredded armour. The second body came soon after, neck severed so haggardly that the head lolled loosely to one side before completely falling off.
You hear a sound above the flames, something gutteral, terrifying, a pained shriek like a body being consumed by flames.
An alarm sounds, and Verstael's voice flickers over the tannoy.
"Please, return to your quarters, we have everything under control."
Sure doesn't look like it.
Finally, you turn to run, watching a myriad of soldiers rush into the burning room.
"Don't hurt him!" You call in futility as they shove you aside, back smacking into the corridor wall.
Chaos beckons them into the burning room. More gunfire. More bodies fly out of the room. As you look over your shoulder, Verstael's voice echoes over the tannoy once more.
"Commence full evacuation— staff, collect your essential work and leave by the emergency exits."
Of course he cares more about his precious research than personal safety. If the Adagium was truly loose, he should have called for evacuation immediately. You'd witnessed this danger first hand.
The corridors are a mess. The ceiling had begun to collapse in the corridor just as you escaped, running back to your quarters to scrape up what you could before running for your life.
In the distance there are more explosions. The crackle of fire draws nearer and the heat with it, the white facility now aglow with a brilliant orange.
You skid around a corner on your bare feet and finally reach your room, ripping the paper from your clipboard and shoving it into your pocket. Your room is full of important information, it would take an age and endless cases to load it all in. Instead, you opt to head into the back room, to collect the most vital research—
"What's this?" You whisper to yourself, noticing the door to your research room is ajar. Perhaps Verstael had been here already, snatching up your papers himself. What a desperate fool.
It's dark and quiet inside, such in contrast to the chaos outside. The alarm is still raging, causing your ears to hurt.
You hear rustling, like papers shuffling, and it prompts you to flick on the light. The room bursts with a flat white light, and you notice your research is scattered in droves across the floor; filing cabinets have been knocked over, files lay dislodged in a mess across the floor, and in the corner—
"Adagium..." You whisper, seeing a man cowering on the floor.
His knees and drawn up to his chest, loose red hair falling in front of his face. You can see beneath it, eyes— black as night, dark veins spilling from his mouth and cheeks. He just sits there, unmoving, not blinking, a slight twitch of his shoulders causing you to flinch.
He's not frenzied or dangerous, he looks absolutely terrified.
"Can you hear me?" You tentatively creep over, listening to people wail outside your quarters, battling the flames.
He didn't answer. He didn't even look up at you.
"Did you... do this?" You asked, lost for the appropriate way to approach him. Continually, cautiously, you stepped one foot over the other, gradually stepping toward him.
Deciding that asking questions was pointless, you tried to appeal to his humanity. You'd heard him on so many occasions. Sweet. Gentle. Articulate. He had to be in there somewhere.
"Ardyn..." You used his name, something Verstael advised you against. Something about attachment. You weren't really listening at the time.
His yellow-black eyes shot toward you. You startled slightly, bending down to his level afterward. His eyes followed you closely, wide and doe-like.
"Let's go back to your quarters."
"No." He answered, low and guarded.
You blinked rapidly, surprised to finally garner a response, but grateful nonetheless. Tentatively you reached for his forearm, posed to touch him gently but before you could, his hand gripped your wrist and he pulled you in.
You tumbled onto your knees and skidded close to him, watching the black liquid ooze from his eyes.
"I didn't know where else to go."
Although you were frightened, you could see clearly he was too. He wasn't threatening you. He was pleading with you. Asking you for help. The look on his face suggested he could barely make out his own words, let alone make sense of what he'd done.
You wanted to tell him he was safe. That you'd take care of him. That this would all be over soon. But it was all a lie— Verstael would only intensify his various experiments, and security, after this.
Something came over you. Something desperate. Compassionate. This was just a man; cursed, yes. Dangerous, absolutely. But he was a person with thoughts and feelings, not an experiment.
"Let's get you out of here." You used his grip on your wrist to pull him up to stand, and his expression finally changed. He was frowning, a bewildered look, like he'd found hope somewhere unexpected.
Am I the only person who has been kind to you?
"Think you can make it past those MTs?"
You couldn't believe your ears. The words coming out of your mouth. This was treason. Punishable by death. But suddenly, you didn't give a fuck. Not about the facility. Not about research. Not about Verstael.
Ardyn nodded reluctantly and you took his hand, interlocking your fingers.
It could be suicide, but what was your pathetic, monotonous existence worth anyway? The freedom of a man destined to be tortured? You were contributing to that. You had participated in his misery for entirely too long.
"Are you ready?"
His fingers squeezing yours was all the answer you needed.
"Let's go," you said, pulling him out of the room and heading for the burning corridor.
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Alecta Beckwourth (she/her). District One Tribute. 21. Jessie Mei Li.
When you’re appraising a fur coat, there are a few things you should look for. First, part the hair at the base of the fur near the pelt. If there is a weave there, the product is synthetic. If not, you should see skin. No, feel it. Real skin is like suede. One luxury like another. And unlike diamonds – rigid, brittle things that they are – quality hide gives if you tug. Slight pressure, and it will adapt. The best fur is made to be well-worn.
The Beckwourths have always been fur traders and master furriers. Sable, lynx and chinchilla – the craft is finer now, more polished, yes. But still much the same. A proud legacy of the divine, wherein something brutal bears the sweet fruit of something beautiful. Before Alecta held a knife in battle, she held it for the fleshing of hide. To stretch muscles before a fight meant as much to her as to stretch the skin of the mink. To tan and dye and sew them finely into even strips, to create an armor for the elite, not to protect their bodies (though it did keep them warm), but to maintain their social status. Their economic elitism – well-established and evident by the act of donning these.
And so her craft bled into her schooling, into the way she competed to be the best. It was not an option, not a desire. Simply a fact. A foretelling. In the academy, Alecta was ruthless and brutal, for what did it serve her not to be? There was great fortune awaiting her, but that was given. A birthright. Alecta wanted something earned, something she had crafted herself, finer than any fur. A victory all her own. A crown, shining bright.
It wasn’t hard. In the academy, it was a simple game to play. Who had the most? Who hit the hardest? Who held their head highest? Alecta won every time. The others fell into place at her side. To her right, always, was Cyril. Her guard dog, her protector. No, she did not need that. Her enforcer, for when a trap needed setting, or a wounded animal needed to be reminded of its place. For years, this was the natural order of things, the constant build toward a most fitting end – subsequent victories. First Alecta, then Cyril.
But it never came. Or, rather, it came all at once. The curse of lording one’s self too boldly above the rest: Alecta and Cyril were chosen, tops of their class, plucked as the finest goods One had and traded to the Capitol as tributes for the same Games. And they raised their hands. Volunteered. Willingly, yes, but not without frustration. Not without self-righteous indignation, spilling out all over the place. But it’s just as well. Tradition, legacy, glory – these were things the Games had begun to lose, had forgotten the importance of. A strong Career Pack, the value of hard work over a sob story, the appreciation of what victorhood really meant. What it was truly for. And Alecta is determined to show them all – to achieve this and finally know.
One of them will win. Not a question of if either, but simply which.
What is their district token?
A lucky rabbit’s foot.
Three strengths and three weaknesses.
(+) courageous, clever, ambitious
(.) traditional and proud
(-) merciless, smug, entitled
PENNED BY: LENA
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A TASTE OF FINE WINE
A taste of the finest wine
Sweet rhymes from the vine
Though today shall soon pass by
Tomorrow says hello, not goodbye
Today I pen the verses that I sing
Let free all that tomorrow shall bring
Dressed up to a dandy a roaming rover
Resting in the luxury of a four-leaf clover
I know what it’s like, just living on promises
I’ve had my fill of tasteless compromises
Today is the moment of realized glory
I write my poems, and tell my story
©Johnny J P Lee
05 August 2022
Photos J. P. Lee
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The widow poet
Jamaal Scherer’s dream was to find his soul mate and become a poet. He did indeed find the love of his life in his last year of high school; she was this lively presence that would make everyone smile as soon as she entered a room. Her name was Juliane Finch.
Jamaal and Juliane ran away to pursue their dreams, backpacks on and barely enough money to get more than a humble tent. Juliane wished to become the most knowledgeable of botanists and to meet the famous Hermit of Granite Falls. And Jamaal... well, if he already wanted to release his inner poet, meeting his soul mate made him want to capture the beauty of the world in the highest form he knew how - poetry.
Their first destination was, obviously, the majestic woods of Granite Falls, followed by a desolate stay in Evergreen Harbour (Jamaal was devastated by the decrepit state in which the city had been left, and Juliane fell into a spiralling depression overworking herself fighting for those who lived of dumpster diving). Jamaal never wasted an opportunity to write, and his small poetry collection soon grew enough to become a solid book. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for them to live comfortably.
Two years later, attracted by the prospect of good weather and better surroundings, they moved to Sulani where, in a moonless night where the stars shone bright and the Milky Way ripped the sky apart, Jamaal proposed. Their wedding was a small and simple one, yet it was the loveliest to behold. Their love was pure and true, their admiration and understanding that which one only believes possible in dreams or tales.
Jamaal’s poetry book, Your Smile In Between Pine Trees, became a best seller over night. His editor kept calling and pressuring him to organize tours and write a second volume. Yet, all Jamaal wished for was to see his wife’s smile in the morning and feel her asleep in his arms deep at night. He did agree to a tour that would begin in Willow Creek, their home town, and end in Granite Falls. But only after he returned from honeymoon.
With the enormous sum he’d received from his best seller, Jamaal surprised Juliane to a luxurious stay in Tartosa’s finest holiday house.
It was all sunshine and rainbows until Tartosa was hit by a heat stroke. Shops closed most of the time and few were the sims courageous enough to be outside during day time. Against Jamaal’s warnings, Juliane convinced him to go for a swim on afternoon. Juliane would later pass away from the heat stroke. Regardless of how much Jamaal begged, the Grim was set on taking her soul.
“Her time has come, she is gone,” the Grim placed a comforting hand on Jamaal’s shoulder. “You must let her soul go, even if it pains you so. If you truly love her, you must set her free.”
Jamaal’s sorrow was unmeasurable. He cancelled his tour, cut ties with his editor and decided to isolate himself from the world. He swore to never again visit Tartosa or any other place where the sun shone bright, beginner his descent into worlds of darkness and of those who dwell within the shadows...
His quest for solace brought him to spend his last few simoleons to buy a house in Moonwood Mill. He planned to gather inspiration on the Cursed ones who inhabited the former industrial town to write a new series of poetry he would dedicate solely to Juliane.
It’s here that we find our grieving poet, with three poetry volumes (Orphan Song, All the things I never got to tell you, To all broken hearts) published under a new pen name, often wearing Juliane’s favourite coat.
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