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mybworlds · 2 months

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Sex with stranger, one-shot

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: You, a beautiful stranger, an elevator.

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning tags: porn with lil plot, no use of Y/N, no outbreak, use of 'you', age difference not specified, smut, use of pet name, dirty talk, fingering, f & m masturbation, unprotected P in V, oral f receiving, if I miss smt please write me.

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It was the end of the second semester when you met him, the man who would fuel your wildest sexual fantasies, your obsession, your sociolinguistics teacher, Dr. Miller. Before you met him you were a young woman always hunched over your books, focused on finishing your course of study as soon as possible, always ready to commit to a thousand and one projects just to get the most credits that would allow you to finish as soon as possible, then one day in February your eyes fell on his figure and that's where it all went to hell.

You're at the little kiosk outside the campus with one of your many unfailing books, this time it's the turn of the sociolinguistics book, your next course and next exam. Everyone had told you you'd soon meet the most bastard professor in the campus, the one with the cold stare, with smirks which he seemed initially to want to seduce you and then sink you in later, with a strong presence and a strong southern accent. Some had been positively impressed at first sight only to call him an asshole on the exam, others had called him a big bastard and that was it. You were never afraid to be confronted with punctilious and penetrating-looking professors, you just had to study and know more than him and everything would be fine.

That morning, you anticipate on purpose, you want to get to class before everyone else, even before the famous Dr. Miller. Arriving at the lobby, you read on the small monitor about his lecture would be on the fourth floor in Lecture Hall F. So, you head for the elevator, press the little button to call it, and wait. You are flanked by a man whom you don't dignify with a glance, however, too focused on arriving early, getting there first, being called an excellent student even by this other professor.

The doors open, and you enter, followed by this man. The doors close and you take a long breath; you never liked elevators, but that morning you made an exception. Not even a minute later the cabin stops with a jolt, and you find yourself staggering against the wall, the lights inside flicker and you start to sweat.

"Oh no." you find yourself groaning as you close your eyes.

"Afraid of elevators, aren't ya?" a voice asks you. Only then you remember you are not alone; you look up and find yourself observing the man standing there with you. Powerful physique, white shirt turned up to the elbows, jacket folded over one arm, curious look, dark brown eyes.

"Never liked 'em," you answer him, opening the jacket to breathe.

"It's okay, little one, we'll be out soon." the man says with a strong southern accent.

Little one? No one has ever called you that-- not even your ex, you find yourself thinking about that jerk and how he had sleazily cheated on you with your best friend before you started college, you've had a hard time trusting men ever since. In fact, after him, relationships with men have always been one-night stands. You were in fact too burned.

"I like people like you who anticipate, everyone should be like that," the man comments again.

You take a long look at his face, he's a handsome man, "Thank you. I'm here to make a good impression and instead I'm going to be late and maybe the professor will even be mad at me because he'll probably say you have to use the stairs instead of the elevator before going to class." now you're talking off the cuff and before long the guy is likely to tell you to shut up because he doesn't care, but then again he does, why should he listen to you?

"I'm sure he'll understan'." he tells you, throwing you a long look from head to toe.

You had even dressed strangely well that morning, you had decided to wear a dark suit and loafers with a bit of a heel, anything to make a good impression. Instead, you now have this stranger's gaze devouring you.

You notice the glint in his eyes, the way he licks his lips, you are not stupid, you understand by now what goes on in men's heads. You know when someone wants you, and the man next to you is no exception.

"You wanna fuck me?" you ask him direct, approaching him lewdly.

The man approaches you, he's tall, he's broad, "Yes." he simply answers you by dropping his jacket at his feet and then bridging the distance between him and you.

He places his lips on yours slipping his tongue into your mouth, you immediately accept it returning the kiss letting a moan escape into his mouth, you place your hands on his chest feeling him mighty under your fingers as you feel his hands in your hair and push you not too gently against the elevator wall.

You are crushed between the wall and his body, but you don't complain about it. You delight in hearing the stranger almost growl into your mouth, as you feel him place his hands on your hips almost pushing you against him.

You take that gesture as an invitation to continue, you place your fingers on the edge of his pants, then with one hand caress his still-covered intimacy, and this time you hear clearly a growl coming from his throat.

He pulls his lips away from yours only to look into your eyes to read if there is any hesitancy in you, but you don’t stop, don’t desist, not now that your senses are completely enveloped by his strong presence. He then pounces on your neck, lapping it with kisses and gentle bites that send discharges of pure lust all along your body, while with his hands he pulls away the flaps of your jacket, opening it and sliding it down your shoulders.

"You're so soft, little girl," he tells you without stopping kissing your neck.

You slip your hand into his pants, feeling his growing erection against the palm of your hand, caressing it blissfully with that soft and hard feeling at the same time.

"Take 'em off." he orders you, and you obey, lowering both his pants and boxers together, freeing his massive erection.

"Fuck, you’re so big." you groan resuming stroking his intimacy.

He smiles as he unbuttons your shirt, "Hope you're ready, little girl," he tells you, sliding your shirt off as well before lapping at your neck, your collarbones of kisses alternating with licks and small bites.

"Can't wait for you to fill me," you tease him, abandoning his erection and running your hands through his curly hair and pressing his head against your chest.

He resumes kissing you, threading his hands through your hair as he rubs against you. When you started that day, you had no idea that you were going to have sex with a stranger, you usually have sex after at least some super alcohol, never sober.

He then runs his huge hands over your chest until he frees your breasts from the cups of your bra, "Fuck, you're perfect." he tells you before lapping one of your nipples between his lips and starting to suck it ravenously, while massaging the other one unceremoniously. You groan as you thread your hands through his hair, pushing his head against your chest and pulling a few strands of his hair as he licks a nipple.

You moan with your eyes closed and your head completely abandoned against the wall. You hear in the distance the elevator bell ringing, some voices saying it's still a half hour before you can get out; it's all muffled.

You feel him fumbling with the zipper of your skirt without leaving your chest, you help him as much as you can, totally lost under those precise touches that send discharges of pure lust throughout your body. He reserves the same care and lascivious caresses for your other breast as you press yourself against him, seeking further pleasure.

The skirt finally falls at your feet, you kick it off and then lower your underwear as well.

"Spread your legs, let me feel how aroused you are," the stranger says, turning his face away from your breasts and sliding one of his huge hands directly there, you are soaked. You groan when he unceremoniously slides two fingers inside you to the hilt, you drop your head against his shoulder as he rhythmically slides his fingers in and out. You see the stars behind your eyelids, it's beautiful.

"Come, little girl, I know you want it, come," he encourages you without stopping touching that magnificent spot inside you, you cling to him as you feel the orgasm sweep over you with great violence. He keeps stroking you until he feels you relax against him.

"You are so good." he tells you by bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking your nectar. Seeing that scene makes you aroused again, you bolt to the man's lips as he wraps you in his muscular arms making you feel so small in comparison, while you're stroking his erection again.

"I want to taste you," you tell him after a while, you are breathless but want to feel his huge erection on your tongue, you see him take a half step back giving you a chance to move and kneel in front of him. His erection towers in front of you and you find yourself moistening your lips, it's massive, you look at it through your eyelashes before tasting it with just the tip of your tongue in a quick bite. You see him close his eyes and breathe heavily through his nostrils, "You ready?" you ask, you see him nod and then you wrap it completely between your lips. You struggle to keep it all in your mouth, in fact you must help yourself with your hand in pumping his erection. His hands are in your hair, urging you to do more. It's wonderful to hear him moan and growl when you do something particularly good for him, you see him with his eyes closed and abandoned against the cockpit wall. His face is tense, and judging by the way he's gripping your hair, you're sure he's close.

"I want to come in your mouth," he moans.

"Come on, then." you encourage him, pushing his arousal away just enough so you can talk before resuming sucking and pumping until you feel streams of his hot seed in your mouth. Fuck, that's wonderful. You lick every drop of that nectar moaning yourself and hearing him moan discomposedly.

You look at him, "How d' you want me?" you ask without looking away from his eyes.

"On your knees, from behind," he replies, and fuck, that's your favorite position. You give him your back by getting on all fours, "I'm clean, but I have no condoms," he warns you.

"I'm on the pill and I'm clean too," you reassure him, "I want you to come inside me," you add looking over your shoulder, you see him pump his erection a couple of times, then finally he lines it up against your intimacy and pushes against you, his erection slowly enters you almost giving you the sensation of opening you in two, it's so good, you feel him touching points inside you never reached until that moment.

Moaning abandoning your head forward breathlessly, you feel his hands at the height of your hips to hold you still, then you feel him rotate his hips a couple of times sending discharges of pure lust into you, and then you feel him moving back and forth, you don't know how much you'll be able to hold on, you've never been so overstimulated as you are at this moment. You feel his balls cackle against your buttocks with increasing force, a sign that he must be close too, as one of his hands descends between your legs, seeking your clit. His finger makes quick, precise, circular movements on that little bundle of nerves making you gasp and see stars. Your moans become more and more choked until you feel again clearly warm liquid of his seed inside you and then only your short breaths to fill the cockpit.

He comes out from inside you pulling away, you sit first and then stand. It was the best fucking you have had in your entire life. You dress in silence, saying nothing to each other. Now reality is back to what it was before, you always late to your first sociolinguistics class and the stranger-- you don't know where he's headed, but you don't care.

Someone tells you that a few minutes and the elevator will start up again.

"Hope to see you again," he says, "Maybe on campus."

"In the elevator, maybe, for a second round," you propose with a lascivious smile buttoning your jacket and hearing the man smile.

"Or maybe in the room at my place," he proposes.

Yes, why not.

The cockpit with a little jolt starts up again, you hope to arrive at least by the end of class, you think as you look at your watch. You look for a moment longer at the man whose name you didn't even ask, nor he yours, then the doors open and you both exit to the fourth floor.

"'m going this way," he says, you nod.

"I'm going that way, I have class. Hope my professor'll understand."

"He'll understand, you'll see," he reassures you.

You exchange one more glance and then he leaves, you see him run a hand through his hair, and then you turn your back on him and walk toward the classroom. This one is already full, but of the mysterious Dr. Miller no sign. The students all look terrified; you, on the other hand, feel relaxed and think that after the incredible morning you've had, nothing can shock you. You open your bag, pick up your book, notebook and pen ready to take notes, when the unbelievable happens: the stranger, the man you just fucked and fucked you, appears in the classroom, you widen your eyes upon seeing him and your mouth almost reaches the floor when you see him reach the desk, roll up his shirt sleeves and turn his gaze toward the class.

"Mornin', I'm Dr. Miller. Your sociolinguistics teacher." he says introducing himself and looking at you students, then his gaze falls on you "I'll be here for the entire second semester, my office door is always open."

Shit, you're screwed.

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ninzied · 6 months

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kiss me once 'cause you know

in which alex sort of moves in and they don't talk about what it means. or: a cakegate never happened and then they become friends and accidental roommates au. for @rwrbmovie and @rwrbsource's rwrbweek: day 6 | kiss also on ao3. ~2k.

Of all the things they’ve been to one another—sometimes-rivals, reluctant allies, tediously cordial seatmates at international events—Henry never thought that he and Alex would end up being something like friends.

And yet here they are:

Henry, living his little gay life as Pez calls it in Brooklyn, running an LGBTQ youth shelter that’s two blocks away from David’s favorite dog park—

And Alex, earning his law degree at NYU and, apparently, looking up numbers of erstwhile princes (he’d phoned the shelter first, much to Pez’s utter delight) and asking if Henry wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

Henry had been baffled then, and, if he’s honest, even now he’s still not entirely sure he hasn’t missed something.

He brought it up, once. Many months into their—friendship?—after he was reasonably certain that it was a permanent thing, whatever it was.

Alex had shrugged. Tore off some more pita and dipped it into the labneh in front of them. “I wanted to find out if you were any less insufferable now that you’re, you know.” He glanced back up. “No longer royalty.”

“I see,” said Henry, with a customary roll of his eyes. “And what’s the verdict, then?”

Alex replied, around a mouthful of pita and a spectacularly shit-eating grin, “Jury’s still out.” His eyes were alight, either with mischief or the glow of the flickering candle between them, Henry decided he’d rather not think on too closely. “Guess we’ll have to keep seeing each other, just to know for sure.”

“Wonderful,” said Henry dryly, and Alex had laughed, and Henry had tried not to feel a certain type of way about it.

It all could be perfectly normal, you see, if not for the fact that Henry is, as ever, completely and hopelessly in love with the man.

It’s fine—really, it is—on most days.

Most days, they have dinner. Usually someplace obscure, where Henry can’t tell if the staff don’t know who they are or don’t care. Either way, they go where the food is generally excellent and where they know they won’t ever be bothered. Neither of them are public figures anymore, but maintaining some semblance of privacy seems to be an unspoken agreement between them.

Some days, when they’re meeting in Brooklyn, Alex follows him home.

There’s really no other way to describe it, because the first time it happened, Henry had literally turned right thinking Alex would go left back toward the Q; instead, he kept pace with Henry, chatting all the way to the stoop of his brownstone. Then, while Henry struggled to find the most casual way to ask if he’d like to come in, Alex was already striding inside like he lived there.

And, some days, it truly feels like he does.

Henry chalks it up to things like exam times at first.

When they aren’t talking, or watching Star Wars (bickering about Star Wars, more like), Alex is nose-deep in a textbook or furrowing his brow at yet another paper, pausing only to swig on a beer every time David barks at Paul Hollywood onscreen. As the semesters go on, the readings get longer, the papers more time-consuming, and some nights will turn into mornings where Henry finds Alex passed out on his couch and spooning the pillow that has the beagle embroidered in the center.

Henry tries his hardest not to notice nor to feel any particular way about it, but over time his living room is slowly but surely overtaken, resembling more and more the study of some kind of mad genius.

He finds Alex’s notes strewn all about, tucked into odd spaces and utterly illegible to him. Alex’s textbooks occupy every conceivable space but the shelves, some precariously balanced at the very edges of Henry’s furniture. This is how he almost winds up with a broken big toe, when David mad-dashes after a ball twice his size (“Indoors, Alex? For Christ’s sake”), and the largest bloody tome on constitutional law or some such very nearly takes Henry out as he’s walking by.

Henry lifts the book and places it much more securely in the center of the coffee table. It takes some finagling, because there are no fewer than three half-empty mugs of stale brew, one of Henry’s (tea, though, of course), a cluster of Henry’s pens because Alex can’t be bothered not to keep losing his own, and Alex’s glasses, which Alex had been searching for until he and David both got distracted by a new toy.

“You’re a menace,” says Henry.

“You love me,” grins Alex, not even looking up as he play-wrestles David and murmurs, “Good boy,” which is a very fortunate thing because Henry’s just flushed the shade of a tomato, he’s certain.

He mumbles an excuse about checking the oven—an entirely absurd claim to make, because if there are any legitimate issues he’ll simply have to come right back out and face Alex again. Alex has said he can’t be trusted in the kitchen, though from Henry’s point of view, anyone who eschews the metric system is the one who can’t be trusted.

“Remember it’s in Fahrenheit, babe,” calls Alex from the other room, and Henry promptly knocks his elbow into a stray spoon, sending it a-scatter.

That could be an absolutely normal thing to call a friend. Right?

Henry has no concept of how long he stands there, staring at the oven timer tick down. He ought to rationalize it away as best he can, but a very small, very stupid part of him wants to hope instead.

“Hey. Move over.” Alex is suddenly next to him, laughing as he nudges Henry out of the way with his hip. Henry stands frozen as Alex bends down, opening the oven door and giving the pan a testing jiggle.

“Needs a little more time,” he says, then glances at the spoon clutched in Henry’s hand. “Definitely too soon for that. Still gotta chill it overnight. Who eats cheesecake with a spoon, anyway?”

Right.

So, sometimes Alex bakes for them. Sometimes he cooks for them, too. Actually, he’s been cooking quite a lot, come to think of it. They don’t dine out much at all anymore.

It’s become increasingly difficult for Henry to not think about these sorts of things and wonder if they might mean something.

One morning, Henry comes down the stairs to the living room to find that Alex isn’t there.

He can’t actually recall the last time that happened, Alex not ending up spending the night. There’s never not some looming deadline that keeps him up at unreasonable hours, and even then they’re usually up later than that just talking to one another.

Last night Alex had definitely nodded off—refusing the spare room, as always—and he’d seemed deeply asleep when Henry, in a fit of madness or maybe he had a small stroke, who can say, had taken a blanket and tucked him carefully in before turning out the light.

Henry wonders if perhaps that was the thing to have driven Alex off in the middle of the night at last. He tries not to wonder what it could mean, whether it’s irrational for him to feel as devastated as he does, standing there, staring at the neatly folded blanket in front of him now.

Distantly, there’s a clang of something like metal on metal. It sounds as though it’s come from the kitchen.

Henry frowns. He hadn’t heard David come down the stairs after him. Which means—could it—

The clanging noise is followed by a low curse under breath, and Henry, God help him, Henry cannot breathe.

Alex is making breakfast.

He’s already dressed for the day, looking fresh-faced and several cups of coffee in judging from the trail he’s left behind on the counter. Henry ought to have noticed the aroma earlier, but the flat has smelled almost permanently of coffee ever since Alex took up unofficial residence here.

Here. He’s here. Alex is still here.

“Hi,” says Henry, still slightly dumbfounded.

“Morning, sunshine.” Alex shoots him a grin that feels like it’s pierced him straight from Eros’ bow, and Christ when did Henry get so maudlin? “I have a study group soon, but wanted to make sure you got fed before going.”

“I can feed myself, thank you,” says Henry, not terribly convincingly. Surely there must be a box of cereal here, somewhere, that can help him attest to that fact.

“Uh huh.” Alex tilts the pan of eggs onto a plate, adding several garnishes that Henry didn’t even know were in his kitchen’s possession. “Listen, I know you Brits are adverse to flavor, but don’t forget the hot sauce this time, okay?”

“You are determined to give me heartburn,” says Henry, not a little bit wistfully, because Alex truly has no clue.

“You know it.” Alex winks at him while loading the dishwasher. “Tea’s in the cupboard. Got the one you like from that bougie place in West Village, ‘cause that’s just the kind of guy I am.” He straightens, brushing off his hands, already on the move, always on the move. “We still on for the museum social?”

“Oh, yes,” says Henry, cheering considerably at the thought. He has his outfit planned and everything, down to the tie that Alex had gotten for his birthday last year. “Looking forward to it.”

“All right. I’ll see you tonight,” says Alex, and then he’s leaning in as he walks past, one hand cupping Henry’s jaw, his lips touching briefly to Henry’s cheek. Like it’s something he always does—like this is how they’ve said goodbye every morning, how they will say goodbye every morning—and this is it. Henry is simply done for.

It’s over so quickly that Alex is already halfway to the foyer before the thought occurs to Henry that perhaps he’s just imagined the whole thing.

The front door opens and closes. Somewhere he can hear David puttering around, nosing into his food bowl that Alex must have refilled earlier, and yes, it must not have been real. How else could he explain Alex making him breakfast, feeding his dog, kissing him and then walking away like everything hasn’t been utterly and irrevocably changed between them?

Henry is still standing there, trying to recall how to breathe, when the door opens again. And then Alex is there, standing in front of him, and Henry can do this. He wills himself to make it so.

Their eyes meet.

“Hey.” Alex hovers in place for a moment. His expression is fairly neutral, but he’s gone uncharacteristically still. Henry doesn’t think he’s ever seen him stand so still before. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Well. That answers that, then.

Henry struggles to swallow. “It’s all right,” he finally manages to say. It is, in fact, the furthest thing from all right. “No harm done.” Every harm has been done, actually, and Henry doesn’t know which part is worse—that Alex hadn’t meant to kiss him, or that Alex is saying he’s sorry he did. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. We don’t have to—”

“No—Henry. That’s not what I’m saying.”

“It’s—” Henry swallows again. He can’t seem to recall how to put words side by side anymore. “No?”

Alex shakes his head. He takes one, then another, step closer. His eyes are bright with something that Henry almost doesn’t dare hope to read. Something warm. Something burning.

“I didn’t mean to do it like that,” Alex says. “Because it does mean something.” Henry doesn’t think he’s imagined the way Alex’s voice has cracked at the end. “It means everything, Henry, and I’d really like to do it right this time.”

“Oh,” says Henry, breathlessly. “Yes. Yes, go on then.”

Alex is already striding forward before he’s even finished speaking.

He takes Henry’s face in his hands, and then Alex’s mouth is on his, warm and hungry and wanting. Henry’s lips part, a soft groan escaping Alex’s throat as their tongues meet and slide together, and it’s everything that Henry never thought could be his until now.

His. Alex is his.

Henry buries his hands in Alex’s hair, gripping there in counterpoint to the way he presses his body up against his, trying to get closer. When they part, they’re both gasping a little, Alex’s forehead pressed against his as the air between them starts to settle.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” says Alex, voice low and heated all over.

Henry smiles. “Darling,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss him again. “You have no idea.”

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #rwrbweek #rwrbsource #usernuria #iuserzoe #(tagging you because one of the lines was inspired by your david gifset lol)

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martian-astro · 3 months

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So this semester we have social psychology and I would've never thought that I would like it so much but here we are, I was supposed to read only a few pages for the exam but ended up reading half the book because IT WAS SO INTERESTING. I was just thinking about how our social situations affect our life and then I was relating it to astrology. And..... I should write an article on this. I know that nobody's really gonna read this as it's not an astrology observation or something like that, so it's just gonna be a personal draft for me

Okay so, people always ask that will my marriage be bad because I have this placement? Or questions similar to the above, but what many people don't realize is that a lot of how your life is gonna play out depends on where you live, how your family is and the type of people you interact with. In psychology, a person is capable of being both a good and a bad person depending on their surroundings and astrology is so similar to that. Our chart has both good and bad aspects, and how they affect our life depends on our situation. Your birth chart can have EXCELLENT aspects but if you saw your mother being mistreated by your father when you were young, you WILL seek out relationships with boys who are similar to your father and it's a subconscious decision, you're not even aware of it, but for you, those kind of relationships represent "home" and "familiarity". There are several research studies that prove this. Similarly, how can you have a love marriage when your family is the type that would NEVER accept it, how??

If I give an example of my own birth chart, it would be, venus square Neptune, I have this, and one of my friends has it too. She grew up in a traditional Indian household, her mother is a housewife, the mother in law constantly shames her mother for... Existing, her father does not love her mother, he's indifferent towards her. The girl feels neglected, so she gets into relationships with boys who have a tendency of love bombing. On the other hand, I was raised by a single mother, I have seen a lot of men being disrespectful towards her just because she had the courage to get a divorce, I have seen men being jealous of her because she's more successful than them despite being a woman in a country like India. And how does that affect me?? Well, it makes me hate men, even if a man is good to me, I assume the worst, I don't trust them, I don't like talking to guys in my college, I had no guy friends in school, I feel uncomfortable around them. Even if I get into a relationship I always assume that they WILL end up cheating on me, I NEVER trust any man. This is why it's difficult for me to be in a healthy relationship.

The same thing can happen with other aspects as well, how they play out, depends on you and your upbringing.

#thoughts #This is just my opinion #I just found this whole thing to be really interesting #social psychology

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kysiori · 1 year

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a match made in math class ┊struggling with math — as always, but have no fear, alhaitham is here! ┊short fluff drabble (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) i literally wrote the plot in the train cause it popped up

– 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 –

you were at your wit's end in your advanced math class, struggling to keep up with the material. you knew that alhaitham, a natural genius who always seemed to breeze through equations and formulas, was in the same class, but you never thought to ask him for help. after all, the two of you had a long history of arguing and bickering over the smallest details.

but one day, you couldn't take it anymore. you approached alhaitham after class, feeling a bit dumbfounded that you were asking for his help. you could tell that he was taken aback as well, his usually stoic expression betraying a hint of surprise.

"um, hey alhaitham," you said tentatively. "i was wondering if you could help me with some of the material in class? i'm really struggling."

alhaitham blinked a few times, clearly taken aback by your request. but after a moment, he nodded. "sure, i can help you out," he said, a small flicker of a smile crossing his face.

over the next few weeks, alhaitham tutored you patiently, guiding you through problem sets and explaining concepts in a way that made sense to you. you were surprised at how much you enjoyed studying with him, despite your previous disagreements. and gradually, you found yourself not just catching up to the rest of the class, but actually excelling.

as the semester wore on, you and alhaitham began to see each other in a new light. you realized that beneath his usually serious demeanor, he was actually quite kind and patient. and alhaitham saw that beneath your competitive exterior, you had a deep passion for learning.

one day, as you were studying together, you caught alhaitham looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. "what?" you asked, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze.

alhaitham shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "nothing, it's just...i never thought we'd be studying together like this," he said. "it's kind of nice, you know?"

you couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you. "yeah, it is," you agreed.

"you're my favorite study buddy," you blurted out, surprising even yourself with the words. you're not sure what possessed you to say that, but you did. maybe it was because you actually felt that way deep down.

alhaitham, of course, looked a bit taken aback, but a small smile played at the corners of his lips. "not because i'm the only one you have, i hope," he said, teasingly.

you shook your head, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your chest. "no, not at all. you're just my favorite person to be with."

alhaitham's expression softened at your words. "my favorite part of the day is seeing your face," he replied, his voice quiet and sincere.

from that moment on, you and alhaitham continued to help each other out, studying together and encouraging one another to push harder. and as the semester came to a close, you both realized that you had grown not only as students, but as friends.

as you walked out of your final exam, alhaitham turned to you with a small smile. "we did it," he said, and you nodded in return.

"let's keep working together like this," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "who knows what we'll be able to achieve."

you nodded in agreement, feeling a newfound sense of closeness between the two of you. math class may have been a struggle, but it also brought an unexpected friendship and support, maybe even more.

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BE MY PROM DATE? — PARK SUNGHOON

PROFILES 1 : WELCOME TO DECELIS ACADEMY !

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founded in 1964, decelis academy remains one of the best high schools in seoul and the nation: ranked #1 private school in seoul, #5 high school in seoul, and #11 high school in korea. students must pass the bar exam with a score of 88 or higher in order to attend the academy. everyone here, from staff to students to parents, all try their best to maintain the values of this school and strive to keep the academy’s academic ranking.

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DETAILS. despite his good looks, sunghoon isn’t very popular. he is however well-known throughout the school for his handsome appearance and being friends with jake sim and jay park, two of the most popular juniors. he’s a quiet and private individual, but is a part of the school’s soccer team—although he mostly sits on the bench. he’s ranked #2 in his grade and is notorious for being in almost every honors class.

STUDENT ID #211042375 : JAKE SIM (SIM JAEYUN)

DETAILS. jake moved to korea his last year of middle school, but was able to adapt quickly to the korean school system. he’s the star player of the school’s soccer team and is in the top 10 for his grade. jake is known for being a kind, well-spoken individual, who is also quite the charmer, or so everyone says.

STUDENT ID #211041987 : JAY PARK (PARK JONGSEONG)

DETAILS. jay, or jongseong, is known for his extremely respectful and polite attitude. he would be considered a teacher’s pet if every student at decelis didn’t like him so much. he can be a little hotheaded on the soccer field, but usually ends the game without any yellow cards. ranked #5 of his class, he is also extremely smart, and especially good at debating. everyone at decelis knows the golden boy jay, and everyone loves him.

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DETAILS. jimin is a part of the school choir, usually getting every solo, and known for her vocals. she’s also on her church’s worship team and a dedicated member. she’s quite popular since she’s on the school’s volleyball team and an overall sweet person. jimin has been best friends with l/n y/n since they were babies at church, so most people who talk to her know about y/n.

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DETAILS. taehyun is also a part of the school choir, but nobody at church besides his close friends know he sings beautifully (and he’d like to keep it that way). another kid that was born into the church, hence why him, jimin, and y/n are such good friends. he’s incredibly smart—ranked #1 in his class—but little people know. he’s somewhat known in his school, but people don’t know much about him.

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DETAILS. jungwon is currently the freshman class president and rank #3 of his grade. although he only does taekwondo at the moment, he is an overall athletic individual who many teams want to recruit (e.g. jake with soccer). he usually hangs out with upperclassmen, being considered one of their "adopted freshmen".

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DETAILS. riki is sometimes called ni-ki since there is another riki in his grade, but his friends still call him riki. he moved here this year, but somehow understand korean pretty fluently. he's known for his excellent dance skills, being the youngest member on the school's dance team, all stars. riki mostly hangs out with jungwon and their upperclassmen friends.

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Monkey King x reader new dimension part 1

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"Y/n.....y/n...Y/N!" Your teacher screamed causing you to jump in your seat.

"Were you even listening?" Mr. Scalic questioned with a disapproving glare.

"Umm...not really." You answered honestly offering an apologetic smile.

Giggles and mutters erupted around you as the teacher walked over to your desk. He stopped infront of you and dropped the large book your class was currently studying on your desk with a deafening thwack.

You jumped once again and the class fell silent. Now all eyes were on you as well as all attention.

"Since you seem so unconcerned with my lesson, you must know everything there is to know about Journey to the West."

You fidgeted on your seat.

"Well I wouldn't say 'Everyth-"

"And since you assume such, you should be very comfortable answering a few of the questions I have for the exam. The exam that you just earned your classmates for tomarrow."

You shrank in your seat as groans filled the classroom. Several students shot you angry glares.

"Yes class, thanks to Y/n here, today is now a review day. The exam will have forty questions and will affect your final grade. Y/n, since you were so helpful I think you could assist me in answering a few of the questions."

You frowned up at the teacher beginning to get annoyed. Punishing you was one thing. However, punishing everyone for you simply getting distracted was plain unfair. And an exam was extreme overkill. Now he was just being a jerk. A jerk you intended to force feed his own medicine.

"Ok."

"Excellent. What is the Monkey King's name?"

"Sun Wukong." You answered directly without a second to think.

Your teacher's eyebrows raised in shock. A few of your peers giggled.

"What was Tripitaka a reincarnation of?"

"The golden cicada."

Your teacher grew an annoyed look and folded his arms.

"What was the village of women called?"

"Women's kingdom is the direct translation." You responded trying not to show how smug you felt.

The bell rang just before your teacher could speak again. He looked downright angry now. You grabbed your book bag and bolted into the hallway and headed to the exit.

School was finally over and you intended to get home before anyone could stop you. You walked to the end of the block and turned left.

While crossing the street, you started to think about journey to the west. You loved the book. And yet somehow, the moment Mr. Scalic had announced that you were studying it this semester you started to get sick of the material.

He made it so boring, and was critical about it in every way. Soon you wanted nothing more than to move on to something else before he ruined the adventures for you entirely.

"Lost are we, little lady?" A man asked grabbing your arm and shoving you into an alleyway.

You yelped when he grabbed you and stumbled at the shove. He wore a red and gray hoodie. The hood was up over his head casting a shadow over his face. The only thing you could see was the man's evil grin.

"Back off." You took off your backpack and held it at the ready. If he came too close you would swing it at him and run.

"Easy now. If you relax this will go much less painfully." The man pulled out a knife, advancing on you a couple steps.

You backed away feeling your gut twist. Knives terrified you. Your father had left you a nasty scar down your back with a knife very similar to the one the man held. You remembered how it had felt vividly. And the memory took most of your attention. So, you didn't notice when you were stepping back. But a bottle was under your foot.

The bottle rolled out from under you when you put your weight on it. You fell backwards and the bottle shot at the man. Shattering on his shin and cutting his leg deeply.

You however, didn't hit the ground. Instead you fell through a dark shadow and kept falling. Then you felt your conciousness slip away.

You awoke to voices speaking around you.

"Is she alright, Sandy?"

"Well I was able to get some of my healing tea in her. I think it will help. She doesn't have any injuries that I can see, and she's breathing. I think she will be ok."

"What do you think Macaque wanted with her?" Came a female voice.

"I don't know....but when she wakes up...maybe she can tell us."

You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. The light was harsh so you blinked against it.

"Good morning!" Chirped a girl with black hair and green streaks.

You flinched at the greeting then sat up slowly.

"Where am I?" You mumbled touching a hand to your head.

A muscular, large man helped you steady your self as your body wobbled some.

"You're safe for now miss..?" The pause indicated he was asking for your name.

"Y/n, Y/n L/n." You supplied simply. "And you all are?"

The blue man gestured to himself.

"My name's Sandy. This is Mei." He gestured to the only girl present and she waved at you with a friendly smile.

And the boy with the staff is M.k also known as the Monkey kid.

M.k rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous smile and waved.

You waved back with a smile.

"What happened?"

The group exchanged glances.

"We were hoping you could tell us." M.k said with a frown.

"All I remember is getting cornered in an alleyway and.... falling through a shadow? You mentioned questioningly.

M.k hummed.

"I caught the six eared Macaque trying to kidnap you." He explained.

"But he saved you!" Mei cheered.

"Macaque? Uhh you mean like from Journey to the west?"

M.k nodded.

You thought for a moment.

"Sandy...like the friend of the Monkey King?" You asked.

Sandy chuckled nervously.

"I wouldn't say 'friends' I uh barely know him."

You blinked a bit.

"It's official, I'm insane."

M.k cocked his head to the side and Mei frowned at you confusedly.

After a couple moments M.k stood straight.

"I should let Monkey King know about this. He might know what to do." Then he offered you a hand.

"What?"

"Don't you want to come? I thought that Monkey King could help us and then we could make sure Macaque can't hurt you again."

You stopped for a moment to contemplate. This could be a dream. And if it was you would never pass up an opportunity to meet your favorite hero. You took M.k's extended hand and allowed him to pull you to your feet.

"Lets do it."

Part 2

M.k carried you on his back, then used his staff to get to flower fruit mountain. Next, you two hiked up the mountain together chatting here and there.

"So you are the Monkey King's successor?" You asked.

"Yeah. Heh heh." M.k chuckled rubbing at his neck. "And you think you're from another dimension?"

You nodded.

"Or dreaming."

M.k chuckled.

"Not likely."

You shrugged.

"Well flower fruit mountain doesn't exist in my world so, I can't be at home."

M.k released an exhausted breath as you two reached the peak of the mountain.

"Well here we are."

You looked around, taking in the beauty of the mountain and the plant life. Suddenly, you saw three baby monkeys jumping up and down. Reaching for bananas in vain as they were too high to reach.

"Awww." You cooed.

The monkeys paused and looked at you frightendly. They froze in place but you kept your distance.

Instead of coming near, you picked a banana from a nearby tree. Then knelt down opening the banana, and holding out a piece.

"Uhh y/n? The Monkey King is this way."

"I know. " You said sweetly. "I just need a little while they looked so hungry."

Slowly, the babies came near and the boldest snatched the first piece from your hand.

You giggled and broke off another piece offering it as well.

A second monkey reached out slowly, keeping it's eyes on you warily.

You remained still so not to spook the monkey.

It took it gently and immediately started to eat.

The last monkey took several minutes but did finally take the food offered. After that you all became fast friends. The baby monkeys chittered and played with you jumping on your shoulders and cuddling you.

You giggled happily playing with them gently before you heard him speak.

"Who's your friend, kid?"

You jumped a bit and turned suddenly. The baby monkeys paused but none seemed to fear the Monkey King. Whom of which, stood next to M.k. A smirk tugged at his lips and he was studying you with a raised eyebrow.

"This is Y/n." M.k responded simply.

"They seem to like you." Monkey King pointed out with a grin.

"U-Uhm. They were hungry....I didn't mean to...I couldn't just-"

Monkey King chuckled.

"I know, I know. Look, I'm gonna come clean. Um... I've been kinda watchin' you."

M.k frowned annoyedly.

"Again?"

Monkey King shrugged.

"I wanted to see how it would play out." He offered you a hand.

You took it and he pulled you to your feet then walked around you in a slow circle.

"So what's a beautiful girl like you doing here with my successor?"

Your cheeks exploded into a blush.

"I-I-I- y-you oh my goodness." You stammered before burying your crimson face in your hands.

M.k grabbed Monkey King's shoulder.

"Monkey King, Macaque tried to kidnap her."

Monkey King froze then turned to M.k folding his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"Why?"

M.k shrugged.

"Neither of us know. And she says she's from another dimension. Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Monkey King held his chin in thought and hummed.

"I'll have to look into it. Do some good old research. But...she is gonna need a place to stay."

You had begun to breathe normally again and let your hands drop. You were about to return to the conversation when M.k spoke.

"She could stay here with you!"

Your face went right back to crimson.

Monkey King chuckled at your reaction.

"I don't think that'll work, kid. She wouldn't last a day out here." He sent you a knowing grin.

This only made your blush darken that much more.

M.k thought for a couple minutes.

"I could ask Mei?"

You nodded almost pleadingly.

M.k groaned as he looked back towards the city.

"Then we came here for nothingggg!"

M.k got ready to carry you on his back again but Monkey King shook his head.

"Don't worry, kid. I'll carry her this time."

M.k looked between you two with a suspicious look before halting on you.

"You ok with that, y/n?"

You felt butterflies explode in your stomach at the suggestion. So, when M.k asked, you could only nod.

"Ok see ya there." M.k shouted before jumping off the mountain.

Monkey King watched him leave then offered you his hand.

"Hate to break it to ya, but the cloud is pretty small I'll have to keep you close. That alright?"

Your lips tugged down at the corners turning into an annoyed frown.

"I feel like you withheld that information on purpose."

"Who? Me? Never." Monkey King wore a smug grin that you deemed entirely unrepentant.

"I guess that's alright." You took his hand. "How exactly are we-"

Monkey King tugged you against him with a grin.

"Hold on tight."

Before you could speak a cloud appeared under the pair of you and took off.

You squeaked and buried your face in his chest on instinct.

Monkey King chuckled.

"Don't worry, I won't drop ya. C'mon take a look around."

You slowly peeked around and gasped at the feeling of flying. If felt so freeing to have the wind in your hair. The sights were breathtaking, but you accidentally looked down.

A terrible mistake, as it made your stomach turn. And caused panic rake up your nerves. You tensed and gripped the Monkey King tighter.

"Ergh! Easy kid." Monkey King lifted your chin gently so your grip eased. "Rule one of flying; never look down."

"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

Monkey King snickered lightly.

"No, just distracted." He gave you flirtatious smile.

Your cheeks turned ablaze at the look and you glanced away.

Soon you two came to Pigsy's noodles and the Monkey King helped you step off the cloud just as Mei ran out to greet you.

"Y/n! I talked with my parents they said you can stay with us until you get a place of your own!" She exclaimed.

You smiled thankfully.

"Thank you, Mei. I really appreciate it."

Mei grinned.

"It'll be fun to have a new roomie."

Meanwhile a shadowy figure watched from a nearby rooftop. He grinned as his eyes shone a malevolent violet.

"And a perfect way to know exactly where you are, Liánhuā."

Part 3

The sunlight spilled through the curtains of your borrowed room and landed across your face.

You blinked and slowly opened your eyes. The room was entirely unfamiliar. Painted jade with golden dragons etched on each wall. You stared at the walls laying still for a moment.

You wondered what it was like to live in a world like this. School was obviously still a thing. And money worked the same. The laws of physics were at very least slightly altered as M.k shouldn't be able to do half of what he could.

That made you think of home. You didn't have any parents, you had been taking care of yourself. So, no one would really miss you. But would you miss that world? Part of that answer was yes. You didn't belong here.

"Knock, knock! Wake up sleepyhead!" Mei cheered knocking on your door then jumping into your room excitedly.

You smiled at her enthusiasm. And sat up in bed.

"Hey Mei, what's the itinerary for today?"

Mei leapt onto your bed and sat crossing her legs.

"Mom says, 'Y/n can't be expected to stay here without so much as a change of clothes.' So it looks like shopping."

A wave of self-conscious nervousness washed over you.

"I uh don't have any money, Mei. Sorry to disappoint your mom."

Mei shook her head with a laugh.

"I know, silly. Mom gave me her credit card." She held up a golden and green card with a dragon emblem on it. "Buuut the deal was that you have to get atleast two dresses."

You shrugged at the condition nonchalantly. Mei's mother had been generous enough to pay for an entire new wardrobe, she could have her pick of at least two things that were in it. Although you hoped not to spend very much.

"Well, get up! We can grab some breakfast on the way and then hit the arcade after M.k gets off work."

You nodded and got out of bed dressing in the clothes you had landed here with.

You and Mei hit a cafe getting some breakfast and chatting here and there before heading to a large shopping center.

In all fairness, you weren't big on shopping and you mostly went to small inexpensive stores. So, when you stepped into a massive mall your jaw dropped.

Mei giggled at your reaction behind a hand and snapped a picture of you.

"Hey!" You giggled and tried to snatch her phone only for her to bolt into what you guessed was a popular clothes store. You followed suit smiling the whole time.

Mei was a whiz at shopping fast and shopping smart. She found well priced clothes amiss the overpriced brands, seemed to have a good understanding of the sizes and what to look for, and a general pleasant fashion sense. The whole of the trip only took you a few hours. That was until the dresses came into play.

Mei loathed dresses and made that very clear. The dress stores seemed to annoy her the most and she would almost hiss at the dresses themselves.

You giggled and picked out the two dresses rather quickly, opting to go for their family's favorite color scheme. Green and gold and preferably anything with a dragon on it.

"You don't have to get dresses that looked like my mom picked them ya know." Mei informed as you showed her your most recent pick.

It was a dress that adorned a dragon emblem on the chest and was white sprinkled with green symbols and laced with gold.

"Are you sure? Cause I feel like your mom would disagree. She is paying after all."

Mei went to speak, but paused when the two of you heard a whistle.

"Nice dress Y/n." Monkey King's voice caught your attention from your left. "Course that's cause you're wearing it."

Monkey King strode towards you two in a hoodie with a boba tea in his hand.

"M-Monkey King?! What are you doing here?!" You gasped feeling your cheeks explode with a blush.

"Oh ya know, checking up on you," Monkey king threw you a smirk and looked you over. "Seein' the sights."

Your face heated even more at the flirt. And to your extreme embarrassment you saw a camera flash.

"Aww! Y/n, you're blushing!" Mei cooed teasingly resting her head on her palms.

"Oh hush!" You huffed and went back into the dressing room to change. Once you finished and calmed down you walked out to see Monkey King leaning against the wall.

"If you don't mind my saying so, I think you should get that one." Monkey King quipped. "It brings out your eyes."

Speaking of eyes; his golden eyes were trained on you with an intensity that made your stomach explode into butterflies. But you ignored the feeling as best you could. You didn't want to make a fool of yourself.

"Th-Thank you. That's very sweet of you." You offered him a small smile and Monkey King returned it revealing his sharp fangs.

"Of course. Oh, but there is one more thing." Monkey King's tone turned serious. "I need you to keep your head down for a while. And stay by Mei or M.k as much as possible. Just until we can figure out what it is that Macaque wants."

You nodded obediently.

"And here you could have just asked." A low voice rang out with a chuckle.

You jumped and Monkey King pressed you behind him.

A black Monkey walked towards you with a smirk.

"Jumpy aren't we, Liánhuā?" He addressed you. Leaning to the side so he could see you.

Monkey King growled and you shrank a bit behind him.

"Leave her alone."

"Ohoho easy there. I thought you wanted to know what I wanted." Macaque seemed entirely relaxed.

"Well if you're so accommodating why don't you just say it." Monkey King shot back growing a confident grin.

"Then we agree." Macaque mused.

Suddenly you were ripped downwards into a shadow under you. You gasped then suddenly felt a stabbing pain in your right calf. A scream escaped you as Monkey King whipped around and grabbed you around the waist.

You you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and he pulled you up with a swift tug. But when Monkey King turned back around Macaque was gone.

Monkey King looked confused and angry but then Mei spoke.

"Y/n! Your leg is bleeding!"

You looked down to see you leg dibbling blood. Claw marks were gouged into your leg.

Monkey King frowned and his eyes shone gold.

"Oh no."

"W-What?!" You asked as he lifted you up bridal style.

"Mei tell M.k I'm taking her to flower fruit mountain, send him over as soon as possible." With that he jumped on his cloud and carried you towards the mountain.

Slowly, your energy began slipping away.

"Monkey King....what's ...happening to me." You mumbled tiredly.

"Don't worry Y/n I'm going to take care of you." He looked down at you worriedly.

Meanwhile

Macaque watched Monkey King jet off with a malicious grin.

"That's right. You go look for a cure to that poisonous cut." He held up a vial of your blood. "And I'll ensure little Liánhuā will do for my needs."

Part 4

You awoke in a soft bed with Monkey King standing over you. A concerned frown tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Y/n! How are you feeling?"

You allowed your gaze to wander around the room.

"Tired. Where am I?"

Monkey King sighed.

"Flower fruit mountain. I had to get the poison out of your leg."

"Poison?" You questioned absent-mindedly looking at your leg.

"Heh. You're gonna be a little disoriented." Monkey King warned as you sat up.

It was true, your head felt foggy, and your hands were trembling.

"How'd you-" your strength vanished and you fell back.

Monkey King lunged forward, caught you, and then gently laid you back down.

"I used a medicine from an old friend. But it'll take a while to fight the poison. And moving you is out of the question." He mumbled.

You studied him and noticed his tail flicking nervously. But more than this, he held a guilty look.

"Sun." You said weakly. The fog still made it difficult to think but you wanted to talk to him so, you tried to resist it.

Monkey King's head snapped towards you at the name. He looked shocked and almost hurt.

"It wasn't your fault." You muttered resting your hand on his.

Monkey King chuckled lightly.

"You should probably get some rest."

Slowly, you shook your head.

"I want to talk to you."

Monkey King rested his head on a hand and sat on his tail.

"You're pretty stubborn, aren't cha? Alright, talk away."

You watched him for a moment.

"Do you always pretend to be relaxed when you're worried?"

Monkey King was taken aback by your question, but gave you a smile.

"I'm not worried, kid. You'll be fine in no time."

"If you aren't worried then why are you sitting on your tail?"

"Cause its comfortable." He gave you a smirk coupled with a look that implied his previous statement should be obvious.

"Typically, I might believe you, but the fact that you rarely ever do it makes me doubt that. M.k told me when you are relaxing you normally sit on your cloud."

Monkey King chuckled.

"There's more than one way to relax, kid."

"Yeah, but your tail was flicking just a few moments ago. Are you sure you're not putting weight on it to avoid that habit?"

Monkey King stared at you for a moment. Then chuckled almost nervously.

"Let's change the subject. Why did you call me 'sun'?"

You shrugged a bit.

"Because it's part of your name. And what was easiest to say."

Monkey King quirked an eyebrow at you.

"So you've heard of me....But you're from another dimension?"

You nodded.

"You're more or less a fairy tale there." And suddenly you felt your gut twist. You didn't like the notion of Monkey King being a fairy tale.

"Ah...so does everyone there call me 'Sun'?"

"No, they call you 'The Monkey King' or, 'The Great Sage' and stuff like that. But your name is Sun Wukong, isn't it?"

Monkey King flinched at the name then chuckled resignedly.

"Yeah. I haven't been called that in...forever." Monkey King exhaled deeply seemingly lost in thought.

"Does... Does being immortal make having friends difficult?" You asked gently.

Monkey King gave you a shocked glance, then rubbed the back of his neck with a forced grin. His hand tilted this way and that indicating so,so.

"Eh, sometimes. Actually I was meaning to breach that subject..." He trailed off nervously.

"What do you mean?"

Monkey King lowered himself off his tail onto his knees. And despite trying to hide it his tail flicked agitatedly.

"I uh I have a confession to make."

You frowned.

"What is it?"

"Well...that medicine I was talking about. It wasn't exactly medicine, and I didn't get it from a friend." Monkey King seemed to be looking for the words.

"So, you lied to me."

Monkey King winced at the word.

"Sort of. Just try to stay calm while I explain." He held up a peach and suddenly the pieces clicked in your head.

"You gave me a peach of immortality?!"

Monkey King nodded with a nervous smile.

"Well on the bright side you'll heal."

You stared at him for a moment and tried to think. Would the peach's effects be nullified when you went home? Would you even be able to get home? Living forever sounded cool in some ways but terrifying in others.

"Kid? Kid, you alright?" Monkey King gently tapped your shoulder.

"Yeah...it's just a lot to take in." You murmured almost more to yourself than to him. Then a question hit you and you spoke before you could think about it. "How am I going to get home?"

Monkey King looked taken aback by the question then hummed in thought.

"That's a good question. I know there are certain glyphs that can open doorways. That's one way of getting to the celestial realm. Maybe with the right glyphs we could send you home." The idea was promising but his tone sounded doubtful.

"Then why do you sound so upset?"

The monkey King sighed.

"Because the chance of finding the exact glyphs in the exact layout that we need is one in billions of chances."

Your stomach dropped. So, you were stuck here. Maybe forever. And to top off the dread cake was the cherry of a fact that you were now immortal.

"But-" Monkey King silenced your thoughts with an interjection. "If Macaque tried to kidnap you, then he should know the proper glyphs and layout."

Relief cut loose the weight in your chest. But reservations remained.

"But I don't think he is going to tell me them. Or you for that matter?"

Monkey King nodded but folded his arms.

"You can leave that to me. You just concentrate on healing."

You relaxed and allowed the fog to take over sending you into blissful sleep.

Monkey King watched you slip off into sleep then glanced at how his tail flicked.

He chuckled lightly shaking his head. How had y/n read him like a book? He could fool most anyone if he tried hard enough. But she saw through him entirely.

She looked so serene when she slept. Just then he felt a pang of guilt that she had been poisoned. And with him standing right there too. He felt like kicking himself. And what's more the poison was shadow bane a concoction Macaque had discovered when they were young. To Monkey King's knowledge there was no cure. Except the peach.

He thought back to the panicked moments he had when he raced in here with you.

Memory

Monkey King jumped from his cloud and laid you on his bed hurriedly. Then he looked at your wound triggering his eyes to see the issue. Your veins were beginning to turn black. Now your blood that spilled from the wound had changed to a royal purple hue.

He instantly recognized the effects of shadow bane and his blood ran cold. You would die in minutes and there was no real cure. Panic welled in his chest and he whirled around frantically scanning the collection of objects he had collected from his travels.

Nothing of consequence caught his eye and the panic began transforming into dread. Just at that moment, his eyes landed on the immortal peaches. Hope sparked in his chest just at the same moment hesitation made him freeze.

Y/n would be immortal like him! She would live and this nightmare would be over. But on the other hand could she handle watching her love ones pass away before her? Could she handle how lonely it was? Then again, he would be there. He could keep her company.

That thought made butterflies swirl in his stomach. But what about when she went home? Time was fleeting and hers was almost up. Y/n's breathing began to shallow. He couldn't let her die.

Monkey snatched a peach and smashed it into a juice in a bowl. Then he rushed back to her tipping the contents of the bowl into her mouth. He tried to take it slow so he wouldn't choke her. But if the juice didn't make it into her system on time she would die.

The juice vanished and a few moments passed slowly. Monkey King held his breath praying she would breathe normally again. Then her breathing returned to normal.

Monkey King exhaled a sigh of relief then sat next to her waiting. Waiting for her to wake up anxiously.

End of memory

Macaque had certainly done a number on him without so much as a punch. But why try to kill y/n? She didn't remember the kidnapping, so she hadn't seen anything worth killing over. And hadn't M.k interrupted? Whatever Macaque wanted he likely hadn't gotten it.

Was y/n hiding something? Unlikely, she seemed confused as the rest of them. So, poisoning her didn't make any sense. Unless-

Monkey King looked at the peaches. Macaque knew well enough that he had them. What if he had known what Monkey King would do if forced?

Monkey King sighed. So Macaque had won this round. So what? He'd protect y/n from now on. Monkey King glanced back down at her. She wasn't leaving his sight from now on.

The next few weeks you slept at Monkey King's hut. He fed you and kept you company. The others came and visited but only every now and again.

When M.k finished work he would come for training and you would sit up, even though Monkey King had scolded you several times over it, and watch them through the window.

The sheer power Monkey King had blew your mind. You had read all of his legends of course. But seeing the power in action was something else. And his confidence.made your heart flutter.

One such day Monkey King was avoiding M.k's strikes with relative ease and in a movement he turned and spied you watching. You shrunk a bit in your hiding spot expecting him to scold you, but instead he smirked.

Monkey King sent you a wink then flipped aside just in time to dodge another attack with astounding speed.

Your cheeks burned crimson as you realized he was showing off for you. The entire training session he seemed to go out of his way to show off making butterflies full your stomach. Soon enough, they finished their training for the day and M.k sped off.

Monkey King, on the other hand, turned looking directly at you. You jumped a bit but smiled shyly and offered a wave.

In a blink Monkey King was gone. You blinked a few times and looked around.

"Miss me already, peaches?"

You yelped and fell backwards. You slipped off the bed. You squeezed your eyes shut and tensed for impact. That was when you hit something softer than the floor but still firm.

You open your eyes and realized Monkey King had caught you against his chest. He lifted you back onto the bed carefully.

"Sorry kid I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized setting you down.

"You didn't scare me, just startled is all. Also, 'peaches'?" You asked tilting your head curiously.

Monkey King grinned and you could have swore you saw his cheeks twinge pink.

"Ya like it? It suits you."

A smile crossed your lips and you nodded.

"I do like it actually. So, I get to call you Sun then."

Monkey King chuckled.

"Sure thing, peaches."

After a few more days Sun helped you to stand. You would lean on him as you relearned to walk. Of course you fell dozens of times, but Sun was always there to catch you. Often times he would flirt and mess with you so you wouldn't take the failures too hard.

You appreciated his efforts. And soon you grew a tender place in your heart for the Monkey King.

Sun adored how stubborn y/n was. She'd look so determined everytime he offered to help her walk. She would try and do it on your own if he didn't watch her carefully enough. Catching her was his guilty pleasure in all honesty. When she stumbled his heart would skip a beat and he would dash to catch her.

Y/n would fall against his chest everytime. And for a blissful few moments he got to hold her against him. The position felt so right. And a couple times he could have swore y/n had leaned into his chest a bit more than necessary.

But soon enough you healed fully. You were able to walk and Mei insisted that you should come to her house. You agreed wholeheartedly feeling terribly guilty for stealing Monkey King's bed from him for so long.

He seemed slightly disappointed when you told him you were ready to leave. Although he tried to hide it behind smiles and reassurances. You saw how his tail drooped and your heart broke.

"I'll visit as soon as possible." You promised as Monkey King helped you to step off his cloud.

Monkey King's tail perked up slightly at the news and he smirked.

"I'll be waiting."

Then he flew away and you waved goodbye as Mei hugged you tightly.

"Someone's got a crush~" she sang next to you with a smirk.

Instantly your cheeks burned red and you shook your head.

"Mei!"

Meanwhile the shadows of a nearby alleyway cloaked a black Monkey who listened intently to every word.

"Crush hm? Oh this will be perfect."

Part 5

You had barely entered your room when the door slammed behind you. You whirled only to see Macaque standing behind the door with one hand on it.

"Hello, Liánhuā." He smirked. Suddenly, a shadow grabbed you from behind and pressed a cloth over your mouth and nose.

Meanwhile

Monkey King landed near his hut with a small grunt as he jumped off his cloud. He entered the little shelter and glanced around. Everything looked so lifeless without her there.

Y/n had brought a glow to the old hut that Monkey King just couldn't explain. Just at that moment, a branch snapped behind him and his ear twitched. It was likely only one of his subjects, but he turned anyway. The moment he turned, two of Macaque's shadows ran past him on either side, between them a net made from spider Queen's special webbing.

Before he could even attempt to dodge, he was bound in the stuff. Monkey King growled and tried to rip it, but in a moment the web sucked the energy out of him painfully. He released a pained yell as one of the shadows chuckled.

"Nice to see you again, bud."

Then his vision went black.

Later on.

Monkey King blinked awake slowly. His vision was blurred with an odd ringing in his ears.

"Sun! Sun Wukong help!"

Instantly the blurry vision sharpened into focus and the ringing vanished. Then he almost wished it hadn't.

Y/n was chained to the wall with her arms above her head and Macaque stood only a pace away twirling a syringe.

"Good job, Liánhuā. Wouldn't want to start the party without the good ol' Monkey King. Now would we?"

Y/n struggled in her restraints and Monkey King tried to move only to be slammed by blinding pain.

"Macaque, what are you doing!?" He growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh don't you know?" Macaque smirked and walked closer to Y/n. "I'm showing you what I want with her." With that he punctured her arm taking her blood.

Y/n screamed in pain then slowly began to look very weak.

"Get away from her!" Monkey King roared and thrashed In the webbing ignoring the pain. "Macaque let her go! She has nothing to do with you. I'm the one you want!"

Macaque chuckled.

"And lose the opportunity to watch you beg? Heh. Not a chance."

Monkey King stared as Macaque pulled the syringe away. Then he set it down and picked up another.

"Fun thing about these is they take atleast ten times the amount they seem to hold. After a couple more I'll have everything I need."

Monkey King growled as Y/n passed out.

"And what'll happen to Y/n then?"

Macaque offered him an evil grin.

"Take a wild guess."

Monkey King's eyes widened then he thrashed harder than before.

"What do you even need her. Blood for?! Especially that much?!"

Macaque chuckled.

"An ancient spell the lady bone demon taught me in exchange for my loyalty. With the blood of an immortal from another world, I can transfer all of yours and the Monkie Kid's power to me. After the spell is completed you'll die." Macaque smirked over his shoulder. "But that's just a perk."

Monkey King's heart sunk. Y/n would die soon and it would be all his fault. Suddenly he spotted a sharp rock a few feet away. While Macaque worked he slid slightly closer.

"But if you beg me to, I just might let her live." Macaque taunted crooking a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.

Monkey King barely caught his temper. He had to focus on escaping instead of Macaque's taunts even if it meant letting him lay a hand on Y/n for now. But he swore to himself he'd make Macaque regret it. He scooted over then started to work on sawing through webbing.

"Silent huh?" Macaque turned and Monkey king froze. "You must not care about her either. I should have known." Macaque scoffed. "You have a habit with using people, don't you?"

Monkey King bit his tongue and sawed faster. Finally the webs snapped and in an instant he lunged at Macaque.

A few hours later.

You groaned and coughed a bit as your mind started to awaken.

"Come on, peaches. Just a little more." Someone far away urged gently.

You felt something press against your lips, then cold liquid poured down your throat. Something about the liquid stirred your senses and urged you to wake fully.

You blinked your eyes open and smiled at the sight.

Monkey King leaned over you with a desperately worried look. The instant your gazes locked he sighed in relief.

"How are you feeling, peaches?"

You stretched a bit and a pain shot up your arm.

"Ah! My arm is killing me." You muttered.

Monkey King frowned.

"Yeah, loosing that much blood would leave a sizable bruise."

"Loosing what?!" You gasped sitting up suddenly. Instantly, you regretted the action as pain seared through your head. You fell back and landed against Monkey King's chest.

"I uh...I have something else to tell you." He sounded resigned and almost heartbroken.

"What is it?"

Monkey King gave you a forced, sad smile.

"I found your ticket home."

Part 6

Your heart leapt at the news then immediately sunk.

"Wa-Wait? You mean you found it?"

Monkey King nodded with a smile.

"In Macaque's lair after we got out."

You frowned and thought for a moment.

"Do you...Do you want me to go?"

Monkey King stared at you then started rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well...you want honesty?"

You nodded hopefully.

"Then...no. Sorry, peaches." He looked away guilty.

You took his face in your hands.

"Good. Because I don't want to go. I want to stay here. With you."

Monkey King's eyes lit up and he grinned.

"Really?!"

A giggle slipped from your lips and you nodded.

In that instant Monkey King kissed you passionately.

Your eyes widened then slowly slipped shut and you returned the kiss with a smile.

Now was the beginning of your own personal happily ever after, and you intended to follow it. Besides, you weren't sure about time differences between worlds but atleast you'd miss that pop quiz you caused. Although, now you were positive you would answer every question perfectly.

#lego monkie kid #lego red son #jttw #jttw sun wukong #jttw wukong #lego #lego nezha #lego monkie king #lmk #redson #lmk x m.k #lmk monkey king #lmk monkie kid #lmk macaque x reader #lmk macaque

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trofysisters · 11 months

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Тосина семья. Университет ч.3

После оплаты обучения у близнецов осталось достаточно денег, чтобы купить небольшой холодильник с микроволновкой, а то от чипсов и газировки скоро живот болеть начнет. (After paying for the tuition, the twins have enough money left to buy a small refrigerator with a microwave, otherwise their stomach will start to hurt because of chips and soda)

По примеру сестры Тимофей тоже решил сразу написать курсовую работу, чтобы меньше времени проводить в аудитории на нудных лекциях и больше времени посвящать своей любимой. (Following the example of his sister, Timofey also decided to immediately write a term paper in order to spend less time in the audience at tedious lectures and devote more time to his beloved)

Хотелось бы ему, чтобы Олеся смотрела на него так же, как этот красноволосый парень. (He would like Olesya to look at him the same way as this red-haired guy)

В это время Илона пыталась сдать нормы ГТО, без которых ей не ставили зачет по физкультуре. Может тренер думает, что на физическом факультете готовят физкультурников?! (At this time, Ilona tried to pass the TRP standards, without which she was not given a test in physical education. Maybe the coach thinks that physical culture students are being trained at the Faculty of Physics?!)

Еще и мама звонит, беспокоится об успеваемости Илоны. Да, в школе у девушки были проблемы, но сейчас она намеревается стать лучшей студенткой. (Mom also calls, worries about Ilona's academic performance. Yes, the girl had problems at school, but now she intends to become a better student)

С появлением холодильника Тимофей внезапно стал интересоваться кулинарией. Илона начинает беспокоиться, что следующую стипендию он потратит на плиту и сожжет общежитие. (With the advent of the refrigerator, Timofey suddenly became interested in cooking. Ilona begins to worry that he will spend the next scholarship on a stove and burn down the hostel)

Пока этого не произошло, она изучила правила пожаротушения, так, на всякий случай. (Until that happened, she learned the rules of firefighting, just in case)

Начинающий гурман Тимофей пригласил Илону посетить новое кафе, отпраздновать грядущее окончание семестра. (Novice gourmet Timofey invited Ilona to visit a new cafe to celebrate the upcoming end of the semester)

Но едва их еду принес официант, как голодные, менее успешные однокурссники ее сперли. (But as soon as the waiter brought their food, the hungry, less successful classmates stole it)

Один из воров был пойман за руку другим студентом, а блондинка-воровка сама отдала тарелку с едой, опасаясь возмездия. (One of the thieves was caught by the hand by another student, and the blonde thief herself gave away a plate of food, fearing retribution)

Вот и половина второго курса позади, и снова близнецы сдали экзамены на отлично, стали лучшими студентами потока. (That's half of the second year behind, and again the twins passed the exams perfectly, became the best students)

Нежданно в гости приехала Тося, не выдержала такой долгой разлуки. Тимофей показал ей университет, рассказал, как здорово они здесь живут. Тося немного огорчилась, узнав, что дети совсем не скучают по родителям. (Unexpectedly, Tosya came to visit, she could not stand such a long separation. Timofey showed her the university, told her how great they live here. Tosya was a little upset when she learned that the children did not miss their parents)

Илона дописала курсовую работу, уверилась, что закончит второй курс с отличным баллом, (Ilona completed her term paper, she was sure that she would finish the second year with an excellent score,)

и вспомнила о своей подростковой любви к Давиду, поэтому пригласила его приехать. Ну и пусть соседи по общежитию смотрят на нее как на растлителя малолетнего. Возраст - любви не помеха! (and remembered her teenage love for David, so she invited him to come. Well, let the hostel neighbors look at her as a child molester. Age - love is not a hindrance!)

Кормить гостя полуфабрикатами не хотелось, поэтому близнецы повели Давида в кафе. (They did not want to feed the guest with semi-finished products, so the twins took David to a cafe)

Аппетит приходит во время еды, и Илона возжелала пригласить Давида на свидание. Рассказывать ему, как она хорошо метает топоры, не нужно, так как он и так об этом знает. (Appetite comes with eating, and Ilona wanted to invite David on a date. There is no need to tell him how well she throws axes, since he already knows about it)

По крайней мере, он спокойно отнесся к предложению сделать совместные романтические фотографии. (At least he calmly reacted to the proposal to take romantic photos together)

Теперь это всё твое, Давид. Ну, пока Илона не найдет себе жертву любимого получше. (It's all yours now, David. Well, until Ilona finds herself a victim better lover.

Свидание Давиду понравилось, а Илона мечтает, чтобы он поскорее поступил в университет, и с ним можно было делать более пикантные вещи и не сесть за это в тюрьму. (David liked the date, and Ilona wants him to enter the university as soon as possible, and she could do more spicy things with him and not go to jail for it)

Время экзаменов наступило для Тимофея неожиданно, он не успел сдать курсовую работу, за что ему снизили оценку на полбалла. Однако в следующем учебном году ему нужно уделить больше внимания своим творческим способностям, иначе хорошей оценки ему не видать. Ну а Илона опять лучшая. (The time for the exams came unexpectedly for Timofey, he did not have time to pass his term paper, for which his mark was reduced by half a point. However, in the next academic year, he needs to pay more attention to his creative abilities, otherwise he will not see a good mark. Well, Ilona is the best again)

За время учебы ребят Илья и Тося постарели. Они действительно очень скучают по своим детям. Тося даже баюкает куклу дочери, вспоминая времена, когда близнецы были маленькими. (During the study of the guys, Ilya and Tosya grew old. They really miss their kids. Tosya even cradles her daughter's doll, remembering the times when the twins were small)

Зато Илья наконец-то решил найти работу и начать карьеру в кулинарии по примеру соседа, Сашки. (But Ilya finally decided to find a job and start a career in cooking, following the example of his neighbor, Sasha)

Ранее - Продолжение - Следующая семья

#sims 2 #Devchata #Tosya #ilona #timofey

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lorna-d-m · 9 months

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Chapter Five: Parent Teacher Conferences

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!OC (Alice Greene)

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a workaholic. Between teaching university courses, running the Kreizler Institute, and minding Stevie -his ward-, he does not have time for relationships. That is until he meets Ms. Greene, Stevie's English teacher, at open house. Can he open his heart to the possibility of love?

Word Count: 3,192

W: mentions of drinking, bullying/hazing

A/N: I unexpectedly had to go out of state for a week and then move into my on-campus apartment when I came back but in my time before classes started I got this finished :) Yeehaw senior year here I come

previous chapter

Although the university semester and the public school system did not line up exactly, there was enough overlap to swamp both Stevie and Laszlo in work. They were two sides of the same coin. Stevie worked his ass off studying and writing papers while Laszlo burned the midnight oil grading exams and essays. He almost fell asleep at his desk with his reading glasses on, trying to understand a student’s ill-conceived paper, when Stevie told him to call it a night.

Laszlo received an email from the school reminding parents, and guardians, the week after progress report cards the school would host a parent teacher conference night. He suspected it was to designate a night for all the overbearing parents to heckle the teachers after grades came back. After all, his office hours were always booked after midterms with crying freshmen begging for extra credit or another chance when they never did the reading to begin with. He always listened, some students had valid or extenuating circumstances, but he was better known for being unrelenting.

Stevie’s grades were excellent. Not valedictorian, but reflective of his work. Laszlo did not consider attending the conference until he received an email from Ms. Greene.

Dear Dr. Kreizler,

I hope you are doing well, and I hope midterms have not overwhelmed you. As difficult as they are for students, I know grading is no walk in the park either.

I’m sure you saw the school’s reminder about parent teacher conferences, but I wanted to personally invite you. I have some concerns about Stevie, and I would like to discuss them with you in person. If you are unavailable that night, please let me know and we can schedule another meeting.

Thank you so much!

Ms. Alice Greene

Laszlo reflected on the last few weeks. In their weekly conversations, she mentioned she thought some of the students might be giving Stevie a hard time. He anticipated it would settle when the novelty wore off, but now he was not sure. Laszlo rearranged his schedule, ensuring he wouldn’t be stuck at the university or working at the Institute and miss the evening.

He asked Stevie if he would like to attend the conferences as well, not mentioning the email from Ms. Greene, but stating that if they were discussing him it was only fair for him to be present. Stevie declined and joked that with Doctor Kreizler there he had the best defense. Laszlo was glad Stevie still thought so, even in jest. Stevie’s only request was for him to bring back dinner after the conference. The refrigerator was empty after midterms, and he wanted to eat something other than eggs and toast. Laszlo laughed and promised to bring back whatever Stevie wanted.

Apparently, Alice did not learn from her previous mistakes. At open house, the cookies she hand-baked and decorated were barely touched by the parents. And yet, she made cookies for the conferences. Alice decorated them like books, giving each of them a classic literature title, and arranged them on a cookie carrier.

This far into the year, her classroom was not spotless and picturesque like it was at open house. She swept the floors again, finding half a dozen discarded pens and pencils, and rewrote the information she kept on the whiteboard. Parents and administrators loved to see objectives, standards, and assignments in clearly visible spaces. Looking around, she realized several of the desks never made it to their original places after their group discussions, so she rearranged them. A few desks positioned across from her desk would be suitable for the evening.

The first parent arrived with a sheepish student in tow, and she gestured for them to sit down and take a cookie. Neither did.

***

An hour later, Alice was dying for an iced coffee. She knew drinking one at this time would keep her awake half the night, but she needed something to make her smile. A few of her conversations were genuinely productive, exploring what she and the parents could do to better support the student, addressing her concerns, and building positive relationships.

However, she had just as many discouraging conversations from parents insisting their child was right and she was incorrect. Bitsy warned her in a more affluent area the parents were more involved and typically more self-righteous, but her expectations did not match reality. They had the audacity to tell her all the ways she did her job incorrectly

She was tired, and she wanted to go home. Iced coffee wasn’t a strong enough drink, but she might settle for it on her drive home.

Laszlo debated visiting Stevie’s other teachers. He performed well in their classes, and as far as he knew they had no matters to discuss with him. Still, since some of them were communicative with him when he emailed them, he decided to drop by a few classrooms. Laszlo kept his visits brief as he knew he was expected elsewhere. Additionally, he did not want the ice to melt in his surprise.

“Are these the same recipes as before?

“What?” Confused, Alice looked up from her desk. He stood by the cookies she no doubt painstakingly designed, and yet looked as if they hadn’t been touched all night. “Oh,” she smiled, “Dr. Kreizler.”

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Greene.” His sheepish smile was genuine. “I brought you a gift, but maybe I should call it a bribe in exchange for some of these cookies.” He set the iced coffee on her desk and sat down.

“You didn’t have to do that. I would have let you take some home anyway.” She picked up the coffee and read the label. “Decaf? You are intuitive, Dr. Kreizler.” Alice reached into the minifridge behind her desk and grabbed the bottle of coffee creamer. Laszlo did not know how she took her coffee, so once he learned she kept supplies in her classroom he reasoned black was fine and she could sweeten it to taste.

His cheeks reddened, and he hoped it was not terribly noticeable. “I thought you would appreciate a pick me up without it keeping you awake.” She thanked him and urged him to take some cookies. Laszlo debated between them, knowing the flavor was the same, but there were implications based on the titles he chose.

“Dracula and In Cold Blood. Interesting. I’m totally not judging you based on that now,” she laughed.

“As a literature teacher, what’s your formal determination?” Laszlo evaluated people professionally, and for fun, so he was curious about her opinion.

“Well,” she took another sip of her coffee and smiled mischievously. He liked the way she crinkled her nose. “Dracula is a classic, and honestly underrated. It’s much more humorous than people think, and the original sotry is often overlooked. And In Cold Blood, well, you must be a true crime junkie. Based on a true story, but obviously dramatized. You probably researched the real case while reading and felt better for knowing the truth.”

Laszlo wiggled his eyebrows. Impressive. He took a bite of his sugar cookie. “And you? What books would you choose?” This was his opportunity to read her.

She checked her watch on her left wrist and playfully sighed. “I was saving these two until the end of the night, but I think you will be the last parent I see tonight.”

“I’m honored,” he demurred.

“And it’s only fair since I judged your taste,” she hesitated for suspense, “so I’ll take Pride and Prejudice and Count of Monte Cristo.”

Laszlo thought for a moment. Her first choice did not surprise him, but her second did. He grappled with the Count first. “The Count of Monte Cristo is complicated, and so are you. You enjoy unraveling plots, and you’re a sucker for a tragedy. As for Pride and Prejudice, you are a romantic, but with particular taste. You want to be swept off your feet as if you were in a Jane Austen novel, but that has not happened yet.”

He tended to push people too far, and Laszlo feared he was too blunt. Ms. Greene was taken aback, the nervous set of her mouth said that, but her eyes told him it was true. She stirred her drink with her straw and took another sip.

“You’re very insightful, Dr. Kreizler.” She met his eye and held it. He never noticed the flecks of color and how they glimmered even under the fluorescent light. Laszlo wondered how she would look in warm light, candlelight, moonlight. A door slammed down the hall and broke them from their trance. “But, I think we should talk about Stevie.”

“Yes, of course. You’re right,” Laszlo agreed. He pulled a small notebook and pen from his suit jacket pen. At the top of a clean page, he wrote the date and “Conference — Stevie”.

“Stevie is doing well in class. I’m sure you know that from checking his grades and his progress report. That’s not what I’m concerned about, unless his grades start to drop, of course.” Laszlo took notes as she spoke. “I noticed that in my class at least, Stevie doesn’t have a solid group of friends. Which, some kids don’t and that’s completely fine, but there’s a group that has been antagonistic toward him.” His pen scratched to a stop.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Pretty much since the beginning of the year. I know it can be difficult when you don’t fit in—” Laszlo arched an eyebrow, but she ignored it. “— and I’ve spoken with him several times. I’ve done everything except go to administration which he expressed he does not want. However, if the situation escalates then I will have no choice.”

Laszlo sighed wearily. “I have noticed Stevie being quieter, less chatty, than before. On the other hand, he has been out of the house more, too, and I think he has friends in another class”

“I’m glad,” she said. “At least he has some support even if it’s in another class.”

“Stevie has support in your class. You’re an excellent teacher, and I appreciate you telling me what has happened. If you had not noticed, I don’t think anyone would. They lack your observational skills.” She blushed, remembering their earlier conversation.

Having settled their official business, the conversation wandered again. She asked about his work at the university and the Institute, and he happily answered. Alice noticed his chest seemed to puff up with pride when he spoke about his students and he grew more animated. She enjoyed listening to him, and he made sure to reciprocate and ask her questions when appropriate.

Alice soon finished her coffee, but she made no moves to leave her desk or pack her stuff. It was only Bitsy’s knock on the open door, and immediate regret, that made her realize how late it grew. Laszlo’s head whipped around at the knock.

“Just checking on you and letting you know I’m headed home. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Thanks, Bits. I’ll talk to you later.” While Laszlo was turned, Alice mimicked a phone by her ear, signaling Bitsy to call her later.

He arched an eyebrow. “Are you close friends with Ms. Sussman?”

“She’s my work wife, and before that, she was my school sister. Bitsy is the one who told me this school was looking for English teachers, so I have her to thank.” For more than just the job. Alice doubted she would have met Dr. Kreizler any other way.

“It’s good to have friends nearby. As much as John annoys me, I cannot imagine working without him.” He chuckled and glanced at the watch on his right wrist. “My, it’s grown late. You can’t have eaten if you’ve been here all night.”

“What do you mean?” She giggled. “You saw me eat these two cookies and drink this coffee. That’s my dinner.”

“That does not count as a meal.”

“Of course it does, when you count the half a dozen cookies I had between baking them and setting them out.”

He scoffed. “That is not a meal. Delicious, but not a meal,” Laszlo teased. “Would you like a late dinner and to continue our conversation?”

Alice froze. Laszlo’s piercing brown eyes never left her face even when she wished they would. Her cheeks flushed, and she knew if she spoke she would stammer. A million thoughts ran through her head, and she would trip over the words. Alice desperately wanted to accept. Laszlo was handsome, respectable, and polite. An excellent conversationalist, and he listened to her.

Conversely, he was a parent and she was his child’s teacher. It was a moral dilemma, and it must be a breach of ethics. If anyone knew, they could accuse her of favoriting Stevie at Dr. Kreizler’s request, or even worse exchanging sexual favors for better grades. Alice imagined the red tape they would have to go through to be together.

She took a deep breath in before speaking. “I would like to accept, but I can’t.” The expectant smile disappeared from his face, and it tugged at her heart. “This isn’t a good night for me. I need to check on Georgie, and you need to get back home to Stevie.” He twitched at the mention of Georgie. Alice couldn’t resist a snicker. “Don’t worry, he’s not my boyfriend or anything. He’s my handsome tuxedo cat, and I fear what he will do if I don’t feed him dinner soon.”

Relieved, Laszlo chuckled. He was such a serious man that Alice liked seeing him laugh. She admired the crinkles by his eyes and the way he cracked a smile. His whole face scrunched.

“Cats and children are not so different. I know Stevie is perfectly capable of making dinner, but I promised him I would pick something up on my way back.” He checked his watch again and stood. “It’s late, and I should leave.”

“Wait, Dr. Kreizler,” Alice scrambled for a post-it-note and pen. “Just because tonight isn’t a good night doesn’t mean I don’t want to have dinner with you.” She wrote her phone number in pink ink.

He blinked twice and accepted the sticky note. “Thank you.” His round cheeks flushed rosy red, and she found it adorable. “I will plan another night, and I should let you return home to Georgie.”

“Goodnight, Dr. Kreizler,” she grinned.

His brows pinched together in thought. “Please, call me Laszlo. There’s no need for such formalities.”

“It’s funny. I still want to call you Dr. Kreizler. Goodnight then, Laszlo.”

He entered the hallway, conscientious that half the lights were dimmed to denote the late hour. His leather messenger bag threatened to slip off his shoulder, but holding a paper plate of cookies he didn’t dare fuss with the bag. Laszlo glanced around for a desk or a table in the hallway to set them down so he could fix it, but instead, he found the blustering figure of Coach Connor.

Laszlo gave the coach an obligatory nod and continued on his way. He did not visit him during the conferences, and his absence was noted. Curious, Laszlo hesitated in the hallway.

He heard Ms. Greene — Alice! — greeting the coach, and he noted the difference in her tone of voice. It was colder, more rigid and reserved, but still seemingly pleasant. However, Laszlo recognized the difference with a small smile. She wanted the conversation to end as quickly as she could. It was only a minute or two later that Coach Connor reappeared in the hallway, red-faced and grumbling. He became the target of his frustration.

“Get the hell outta here, can’t you see it’s late?” Laszlo stepped back, but Coach Connor insisted on being in his face. “You shouldn’t be here.” Laszlo opened his mouth to protest, but when he did Coach Connor knocked the paper plate of cookies from his hand. He stormed off, but not before Laszlo could cut in with the final word.

“I see she didn’t offer you any, Coach. Perhaps there’s a reason why.”

Once he was out of sight, Laszlo knelt to the ground to pick them up. He was not the type of man to leave a mess behind him, and he would hate for her to see them scattered on the floor when she left her classroom.

***

Laszlo returned home with a box of pizza from Stevie’s favorite pizzeria. He sprung for garlic knots and extra marinara as a treat and poured himself a glass of wine. Stevie commented it was later than expected, considering the conferences ended at eight and it was going for ten now, but Laszlo insisted it was because of a big party at the pizzeria slowing down orders. Stevie shrugged, not pressing the matter, but clearly not believing him. He regarded Laszlo with a suspicious eye.

Laszlo ate and spoke normally, but the sticky note with her number burned a hole in his pocket. He thought about what he might text her, or if he should call her instead. Which restaurant would she prefer? If he went too formal would she be intimidated? But if he went more casual would she be disappointed? Laszlo knew he wouldn’t sleep, but he did not mind.

Alice scratched Georgie’s ears. He purred while he ate, and he did not allow her to do anything else in her apartment until he fed her. She couldn’t set down her bag, slip off her shoes, or fill her water. Demanding, but her little darling, so she gave him his regular meal and a treat.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and sure enough Bitsy’s face covered the screen as her call came in. They shared locations once years ago trying to find the right café and never undid it. Now, Bitsy could tell precisely when Alice arrived home to ask about her evening. She spoke quickly and almost tripped over her words.

“What happened with you and the doctor? And don’t you act coy with me or lie to me.”

“Well,” Georgie arched his spine as she ran her hand down his back, “he brought me another coffee, but it was decaf this time since it was evening. We talked about Stevie, of course, and you know my concerns about him.”

Bitsy cut her next sentence off. “You know that’s not what I want to know. Tell me what happened after!”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, knowing she had every ounce of Bitsy’s attention, “we talked for a long time, and he asked me to dinner. I said no—”

“—What?! Are you crazy?

“No to tonight, Bits, not to anything. I gave him my number so we could plan something for another night.”

“Thank God, you almost gave me a heart attack there.”

“I’m not stupid. Maybe a bit impulsive, or foolish even, but not stupid.” She thought for a minute, knowing she had been standing on the edge of a precipice. Alice took the plunge, giving him her number, and she knew everything would change. She just didn’t know how yet.

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Monster March 2024 Day 7- Incubus/Succubus/Concubus-

The Lotus House- Clinic Practicum

Woo, sorry, been a busy day today. But I made it! So, this is, also a continuation from this prompt from last year. So here's Part 1.

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2024 prompt list. Enjoy

Monster March 2024- Day 7- Incubus/Succubus/Concubus-

The Lotus House- Continued-

Clinical Trials

Senora took a deep breath as she approached- what was to her- could either be- the biggest possible threat to her academic career, or could be her biggest ally. Or something in between. This was essentially a black grab bag of possibilities. Because for every approach there could be a thousand possible outcomes. She instead had tried to simplify the equation, down to two variables. Her,and the person behind that door.

Xorrax.

This was his favorite suite. Because on the other side of the back wall was Professor's Xeneth’s office. This suite was always given to Professor Xeneth’s favorite student. He found one every 3 years. Would usually hand pick the very best incubi student, who had the most potential. And that student would go from Student, to Master in any field after the student graduated, as the student was even given credit on Professor Xeneth’s research papers and thesis papers that were always groundbreaking. But Professor Xeneth didn’t have a class where they taught regular classes, because if they did, just about every student would be in attendance.

Xorrax was the favorite student and personal assistant to Professor Xeneth the Practicum Master who was the Head of the Clinical Committee who oversaw the Clinic as a whole.

Professor Xeneth however, was notoriously busy and always practically buried in paperwork, reviewing students in their performance reviews and exit exams from the Clinic Practicum. Professor was rumored to be quite old, cranky and had little to no patience to deal with bureaucratic bull shit or prima donna students. And was always said to be blunt, honest but fair in his reviews, but also, close to retirement. Professor Xeneth also, used Xorrax- to give any student who dared to become predatory- a clinical hour of their worst nightmares before they were escorted off the premises and banned from returning.

But Senora had noticed that the students who had willingly put Xorrax in their practicum curriculum early, and sought him out, usually excelled and aced through the course. Others saw him once a semester to help them make steady improvement. The ones that sought him out- practically gushed and beamed and praised that when it came to honest feedback, he was the best. But those who sought him out, hoping to bribe him into turning a blind eye to anything going on in the clinic or to take part in any scheme, was usually dealt with by Professor Xeneth himself who immediately launched investigations and used Xorrax to spearhead them and would be exposed on a school wide and community wide scale.

However, others did all they could to avoid Xorrax in the clinic altogether because the last thing they wanted was to open themselves up to his overly harsh criticisms or were usually the students who had something to hide. Plus, Xorrax had also built a reputation that- he liked to fuck his way through every female in the school, and specialized in students in the Bride Program and especially 3 C’s.

It was rumored that Xorrax could make even the most devout sexual abstaining nun into a whore in five minutes flat. It was also rumored that he personally investigated anyone and everyone who even hinted at one student who would have any romantic attachments to any other student. And do so, without ever having to oversee any sessions. They would just need to walk past him, and he’d practically sniff it out like a hound which is why Professor Xeneth used and protected him and basically let him have the whole clinic as his playground, until Xorrax would eventually age out, become either a doctor or a teacher in their own right.

Xorrax’s skills as a very powerful incubus were a class all their own. And all a student needed to do was be within his presence for 15 minutes and he would narrow down their biggest obstacles and biggest points of weakness. And that if the student worked on those, they would come out and improve their Student Overal Score by at least 50- 100 points, if not more.

Senora, didn’t need the help academically. But she did want an honest appraisal, which is why she was not surprised when- the moment her class was released to start to schedule in the clinic, all of the top students in her class had filled in Xorrax’s schedule. And she had been lucky to even get this spot the first week. And she did not want to schedule anything else until she met with him first. Xorrax, of course, always gave deference to the newest students, or the students earmarked for needed extra improvement. Which filled his schedule up.

And while he did spend, most of his time in the clinic- the man did have a home of his own. Where? She didn’t know. And all the details of his personal life were a mystery, just the way he liked them.

But Senora, just because she wasn’t in the Bride Program herself, she wanted Xorrax to treat her as if she was. Because she wanted to be honestly assessed, tested and proven so that she would know how best to proceed, she thought of herself as a pretty well rounded student, but she still felt she needed a fresh pair of well trained and experienced eyes to really see her and her abilities as they were to give her a better understanding of herself and something of a baseline going forward.

She had spent the last year, both preparing for the clinic, but also doing research on her own and had tracked down any and every student she could who had had sessions with Xorrax. All with varying degrees of success and every single one having a slightly different experience, but all of them, admitting that he didn’t give them what they wanted, but what they needed.

But Senora, also, wanted to meet this Xorrax- head on. And get the one thing she wanted more than a sexual release. She wanted an honest appraisal of herself as a student. And that could only be given if she was really seen as she was. And the one looking- really saw her as she was.

She knocked and heard a deep, and practically velvety voice answer.

“Enter.” Xorrax answered before she did and simply stepped into the room and closed the door and waited. She was surprised when it didn’t look all that different from any other standard room. Most students, who got released into the clinic- liked certain styles of certain wings of the clinic. Others wanted it to be as bright and colorful as they were, yet others, wanted as close to a medical clinic as it could be.

But this was as plain and generic as it could be. The perfect canvas.

“Correct.” Xorrax praised from the shadowy corner where he was seeing her and sensing her.

“Why?” Senora asked as she continued to appraise the room instead of looking into the dark corner where she had heard his voice come from.

Although, if his skills were as good as his reputation built them up to be, he could practically make a room out of nothing and have a session without ever touching his partner, for how quickly and easily he could get into his partner’s head and manipulate them.

“However, I am curious as to how you came to the conclusion that the room is a blank canvas.” He prodded curiously from a different corner as Senora simply grinned but instead had walked around the bed in the middle of the room, as if she was appreciating an art piece in a museum.

“You’re an artist. Every woman in Dorierra is supposed to be a work of art- either in the making or already finished. And a blank canvas is just a way for her to expand her own work of art. But in this setting. It could either show the art in all it’s glory, or have it put under a microscope and scrutinized and judged and picked apart for its flaws. Besides, the best lovers simply mirror the love of a beloved. However, a mirror only works if the art is under the right light. Too harsh- and the lighting damages the pigment, makes certain colors fade or wash out and the art itself depreciates, not enough- it’s just a blob of barely deciphered color in the shadows.” Senora offered as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror on the wall before she simply moved to the bed to appreciate the ever changing inkblot art on the wall.

She could feel him poke and prod her mind by changing the art, trying to find something she would like, something that she would see an image of something in. As the ink itself changed colors, seemingly at random as he seemed to be dialing her in but she did what she was advised to do- keep her mind free and clear, let things flow like a gentle breeze or a small stream in a forest. Don’t hold onto anything because whatever you tried to hold onto, Xorrax would take. Whatever you tried to hide, he would find. So, she didn’t hide anything. She didn’t hold onto anything either. Not even Xorrax.

“Interesting.” Xorrax hummed, as if pondering the merits of her theory.

“But that is just my opinion, and not the truth. So will you tell me the truth or will you simply have me believing my own opinion as correct?” Senora asked.

“Well your opinion is one of the better ones I’ve heard.” He mused.

“But it’s not the truth unless you say it is or it isn’t. I’m not one of those students who always has to be right or always has to win. But I am a curious one, who believes that a single truth should outweigh any number of opinions.” Senora urged.

“Yes you are. And it’s that quest for wanting to see everyone else for who they really are, and understanding the why- that drives you. It’s why you’re the top of your class. It’s why you’re a favorite of your teachers and among your other paired classes. Because you care about accepting your partner, as they fully are, it lulls them into a sense of vulnerability without the threat of exposure.” He seemed to recall, as if he had already done his research on her too.

“But, I also have learned that very few people are comfortable showing, much less being who they really are. Because of things like acceptance, or fear of rejection, or social norms, or attractiveness based on appearance, specifically the symmetry of their form.” Senora offered.

“Ah, so I see, someone has already used their cubi- powers to hide themselves from you. That’s why you’re so incessant on being truthful and getting the real and true picture of your partners. Such an approach has gotten you very far. But such an approach will burn you here in the clinic.” He predicted.

“How so?” Senora asked as her head tilted to the side curiously.

“In the clinic, very few are interested in being seen as they truly are. If they want such things, they go to a therapist, not to The Lotus House. The Lotus House is a proving ground, and a place for students to build their ability to change themselves to suit anyone and everyone else. The Lotus House is about teaching students to build the right illusion, while not losing themselves in their own illusion. There is a huge difference in being seen as you are, and being seen as you want to be seen as. And that’s what most truly want. And what they desire above all else. They want to slip into a fantasy where their faults don’t exist, that their flaws are minimal, that they’re attractive and that all the reasons they would ever have to be critical of themselves or loathe themselves don’t really matter.” He plainly, and rather cynically appraised.

“And that’s why the Bride System and 3 C’s produces individuals- capable of making any number of grooms believe such things.” Senora calmly concluded.

“Is that why you’re not in the program? Unable to swallow such things down with a smile?” He asked as Senora could almost sense him almost pacing behind her, staring into the back of her head and could almost feel his sarcastic, perhaps almost snarky smile in his almost sneering tone.

“That’s part of it.” Senora nodded.

“But you didn’t answer my question. Why is the room plain?” Senora redirected him as she cast a curious look over her shoulder to barely see a shadowy figure move out of her area of view as she resisted trying to follow the figure and simply turned and stared at the blank wall in front of her once the pictures on the wall seemed to settle on pretty pictures in appealing colors, which was her cue that he had already dialed her in to a degree.

“You were right, it is a blank canvas, but not for the student’s benefit. But for mine. I do like to think of myself as something of a piece of art in progress myself, but also part mirror, and part light and artist, all in one. I learn something from each piece of art that comes through that door. And a plain room is no different than a clean and clear artist gallery. Just open space and a series of lights, switches and dimmers and candles and lanterns to provide or hide any and all light needed or wanted. Some students come in, hoping I will find and expose their faults, others come in, hoping they will be able to hide whatever they want to from me- under their own school uniform. Others try to distract with their own brazen nakedness, in order to conceal their true vulnerability.” Xorrax expounded.

“It’s a shame that I only came in naked then. Simply wanting you to see all of me, as much or as little as you wish to see to give me an honest appraisal.” She offered with a smug smirk as she slipped the silken robe off of her shoulders to simply sit on the bed. Not sucking in, not posing, just simply sitting comfortably, even slouching a little as she simply focused on sitting comfortably.

“A naked subject is hardly an open book.” Xorrax practically scoffed.

“And an open book is hardly the whole story. You know as well as I do, that the writer can either add or take away as they see fit through various revisions. Or pages can be torn out, or glued together. Or the print can be faded. Or in an unknown language altogether.” Senora pointed out.

“So you came here for a philosophical debate? You’re better off meeting Professor Xeneth for that.” He almost taunted her. Was he having a bad day or something? Was he in a bad mood? Was he tired? Exhausted from the barrage of new new students in the clinic, all of them eager to have one on one time with him?

“No. I came to be honestly appraised by you. Not by Professor Xeneth. But, if you do refer me to Professor Xeneth, I would accept such a referral, but it was not why I came to you. I applied for this session with you. I specifically put on the session notes that I wanted an honest appraisal, which you already accepted. And I came naked, just in case that appraisal needed to be more intimate than just this conversation. I simply wish to see myself as I truly am. And I’m told no one is better with honest appraisal than you. That you can make even the most obsessive perfectionist or the worst lying charlatans see the truth of themselves. Surely you can do the same for me. I requested your professional assessment.” Senora maintained.

“So you’ve tried to do all the research you can- to prepare yourself for your session with me?” He posed.

“Well, while I do like to be prepared, I also try not to be convoluted either. I know I’m not the smartest student in class. I know I still have a lot to learn throughout my courses here at The Lotus House. I know that I don’t know everything, or know everyone. Nor do I wish to. All I’m looking for is understanding of myself. You are the personal assistant to the Head Clinic Practicum Master himself after all and are second only to him.” Senora appraised.

“I hear you’re working on another thesis with Professor Xeneth that will rock The Lotus House to the core once it’s eventually published, just like the last one did. That it will most likely, at the very least improve, if not- rewrite our curriculum and even change how we approach The Lotus House and sex in general. And that Professor Xeneth has used you to then use and test every student who has willingly walked through that door- as a test subject for their various theories. But while I won’t object to you testing any out on me, I am still waiting on my honest appraisal.” Senora offered.

“Then please slip your robe back on.” Xorrax insisted before she did and only a moment later, a stool seemed to appear before her before a white cane came out of the shadows, with a blind man holding it before he sat down. He was dressed really modestly. He was actually rather thin and almost frail and looked nothing like how he was usually perceived to look like.

“You are both surprised, yet smug in your perceived appearance of me.” He offered.

“You are cubi, a powerful one. One who can change everything about yourself to suit anyone else’s tastes. Usually when we lose one sense, the others grow stronger. If you are either naturally blind, or are simply choosing to appear to me- to be blind, that would account for your cubi powers to be dialed in and dialed up to an unimaginable maximum. But it would also account for the bare minimalist room. Less things for you to trip over in here, and less you have to worry about manipulating for your partner’s benefit, or the less potential there is for anything to happen to you as you would move about in here to interrupt the illusion.” She offered as she slipped the robe back onto her body to re-establish her modesty.

“Precisely.” He smiled.

“And it’s why you can hide in the shadows in the corners, and simply let your cubi- senses- sense the person who comes in here. And once you get into someone else’s head, you can see both yourself through their eyes, but also, themselves through their own eyes. And if you’re able to do that much, you probably don’t even have to physically touch them. It’s their own minds that do the rest.” Senora boldly mused.

“Correct.” He confirmed with another nod.

“But then again, this all could just be an illusion you put into my head too, to satisfy my own curiosity.” Senora realized.

“Perhaps. But you wanted honesty in your appraisal. And you wanted the truth as to why the room is plain. Which I am showing you, instead of telling you. So, since you are so ready to accept me in any form I wish to show myself to you in- even if it’s not the form you are expecting. I will do you the honor and the justice to give you what you have asked for. An honest and fair appraisal.” He began.

“Miss Senora, it is clear to me, that you could have sex with every student, regardless of gender in this school. And you could get perfect scores doing so. But there is a sense of comfort and safety that one carries when their true heart is held, protected, cared for and nurtured by another. And that is what you have - and it is how you have breezed through the pairings of the class. You have your true, inner heart- so securely cared for, loved, protected and shielded that it doesn’t matter what I or anyone else says or does. Nothing will change how you feel about your beloved, or how your beloved feels about you- no monogamous relationship needed. And it’s because you trust the person whose own heart you hold, just as carefully, just as securely, just as tenderly and just as protectively, that they look at the clinic as a trial by fire, but you and your love have made them fireproof as their love for you has made you fireproof in turn.” He calmly, and if anything, rather proudly appraised.

“That kind of love- and acceptance- is never going to be against the rules, or against anything that The Lotus House teaches and stands for. If anything, it’s what the Lotus House is geared towards. To help those who stay in Dorierra to have successful relationships, however they wish to quantify and qualify said success. It’s why you’re comfortable baring yourself as much as you are, because you have already bared yourself to your beloved and he has already accepted all of your true self and your true heart as much as you have accepted him in turn and you both wear such affections like a suit of armor. You have already understood that there can be a difference between physical, mental, emotional and psychological fidelity or infidelity. And you are simply waiting to weather the Clinical Practicum Trials, no matter how they would test you- either by a trial of fire or a trial of flower petals.” He appraised as the very fire he was speaking of seemed to alight from his staff, and the very flower petals seemed to fall about them like snow before disappearing a moment after.

“You have already won the war, whereas others have yet to really fight their first battles, because you have been honest and humble with yourself first.” He honestly appraised with a fond grin.

“ Is my beloved that obvious to you?” Senora asked curiously, because she thought she had done a good job of neither hiding Volron nor showing him off in her mind.

“Oh yes. Because while you tried to hide yourself in plain sight. I still can’t help but see him when I’m looking in the background of your mind, the truth plainly plays out in your subconscious. Everyone’s inner mind is like a physical place. Different thoughts are like phantoms of either people or structures. And you hid Volron in plain sight, all around you as you would be with him both in memory and fantasy. However, to the untrained eye, he would have blended into the background perfectly and had practically been invisible. You worked very hard and were very good in making sure there was only ever one of him at a time. Never more than one at any one time, just like no one in the real world is ever in more than one physical place at a time. Some people, when they try to hide who they don’t want me to see, I see copies of them everywhere all at once and it’s like I see nothing but them, others try to lock their secrets into safes while the code is practically stamped on their foreheads.” He chuckled with a subtle shake of his head.

“But, with you, what I see in the distance, where you imagine yourself being one day, is not your graduation, or even, your wedding day or the birth of your first child with Volron. But simply, what you imagine him and yourself being one day- a pair of old people, walking side by side, hand in hand, your tails wrapped around the other as they trail behind you. It’s adorable. And what’s even more adorable, is his version of you is the same in his own mind. It’s his fantasy that he uses to soothe himself after every clinical hour he puts in here. And it is quite adorable. And I don’t even need to be in a session with him to see it. But don’t worry. He will not get in trouble, and neither will you. If anything, he is a better man for his true loyalty to you. You want to be a counselor. And there is nothing in your way of achieving that., and all he wants is to make you happy, and there is nothing but his own fear at being found out in his own way.” He offered with a nod of approval.

“You are otherwise, a pretty well rounded student, academically, you’re obviously, top of your class, but you are not desperate to stay at the top of the class academically, like some of your fellow students. My only caution to you is to understand that the Clinic Practicum is all about illusion and fantasy. And that others that come into the Clinic are looking to escape into any number of fantasies, and they’re coming, looking for sexual release and to blow off excess steam with you and the other students in a safe and controlled environment. And your ‘I’ll show you all of me so you can show me all of you’ approach- while has it has helped you in practice between the paired classes, especially when you’re new and young and naive and still gaining experience and it forgives awkward fumbles. The Clinic is looking for smoothness in manners and self confidence and self assuredness. Your current approach can be quite dangerous. It’s far from unique and usually, at the beginning, it can boost your clinic session score, because it’s seen as ‘new’ and ‘individual’ and ‘refreshing’. It will however, get old. And once it gets old, suddenly your clinic practicum scores will plummit because either they grow bored, or they grow hungrier for that private, intimacy with you. It’s a great way to find a husband and settle down and having to test out of The Lotus House early, if that’s what you really want. But if you want to give yourself and this part of your education justice, it’s a dangerous disservice.” He warned.

“For one- it opens you up to the more emotionally needy clients who will drain you faster than a water hose left open on full blast. Two, you run the risk of more than just your Beloved falling in love with you and actually genuinely, romantically pursuing you and wanting to be romantically involved with you and only you because you’ve made the emotional involvement too easy to entangle yourself and themselves in. 3. It will absolutely jeopardize your relationship with your Beloved and it will be a test too far and it will break the relationship and bring out the worst in you both. And I would hate to see The Lotus House break up yet another happy couple, that could have been just fine, if no one had interfered.” He cautioned as he held up one of his hands to list them off.

“You need to stay in control of yourself and what happens and what transpires in the Clinic Practicum. Because if that power is given to your client instead of to you- the client is going to be greedy and take and take and take until you are empty and then they’re going to give you bad scores for being used up, which is not fair at all. There should be a little give and take during the session, yes. But you should not be the only one giving. Because, as I’m sure you’ve understood in your Dominatrix and Submissive classes, it’s the Submissive who is in real control. Always stay in control of yourself and the room during the session. And the only time that control should be given up- is in private, with your Beloved. No where else.” Xorrax offered.

“But that’s it. Otherwise you’re lovely, inside and out.” Xorrax grinned.

“Thank you Xorrax.” Senora thanked him.

“Professor Xeneth would like to meet with you. You will find your uniform in the changing room on the other side of this door to change to meet him formerly.” Xorrax offered before he stood and touched the light switch on the wall to reveal a truly blank room. The paintings, long since revealed to be nothing more than empty frames on the wall as he went to the door before he knocked a peculiar knock before he opened the door and showed her into the dressing room as she quickly changed into her regular uniform and once she was done, there was another knock on the other door.

“Yes?” She answered as she opened it to reveal Professor Xeneth on the other side.

“Yes Miss Senora, a pleasure to meet you. Dr. Zellora has given me quite the glowing review. You are one of her favorite students in this year’s class.” Professor Xeneth offered as he shook her hand and then showed her to a comfy chair on the other side of his desk before he walked around and sat down, her official student file on his desk as he was looking through it and reading it before there was another knock on one of the other doors to his office before Xorrox came in and went to his own desk- that was remarkably clear except for a tray of stamps, each with braille label.

Senora watched, rather in awe as Xorrox didn’t need a cane as he walked around the desk and sat down and used his sense of touch to find the right file in a filing cabinet next to his desk before he took the paper out and then used a special frame next to a special platform over the paper before he pressed a series of stamps into the paper before he got it back and put it onto Professor Xeneth’s desk before he touched Senora’s shoulder as she reached up and squeezed his hand over it and couldn’t help but smile fondly up at him, even though he was blind, and probably couldn’t see it but the mutual respect and fondness was still felt as she felt him fully disengage with her so he could engage with his next client in the next session.

“Well, Xorrax is yet another who has given you a glowing review. But a fair criticism nonetheless.” Professor Xeneth noted as she smiled at the various “stamps” that while they simply looked like strange symbols, were a language and held vast meanings.

“Xorrox has advised that you do an Accelerated Program in the Clinic Practicum.” He offered.

“What kind of Accelerated Program?” Senora asked.

“This kind.” Professor Xeneth said as he took the paper Xorrax had stamped and went to his own filing cabinet to get a copy of each of the worksheets and made sure he got at least two copies of each one before he put them into a neat stack on his desk before he put additional marks on Xorrax’s assessment.

“Now, in my professional opinion, I will second everything that Xorrax has admonished to you. But I wish to add one more thing. Usually what the student does not like, or- is an acquired taste, is usually what the student needs more of- to be well rounded. So, you will find two copies of each of these assignments. One is for you to use with any other student or client at your discretion. The other- will be an assignment, given by the Clinic Managers, for they usually know each of the classes and each of the students in those classes, better than their own teachers will, because we can not escape some form of favoritism and bias but the Managers have enough distance to be objective in said assignments. You can either choose to have the assignment first, and then have the joy of choosing the second. Or, use the choice to prepare you for the assignment. I have seen many students choose either- or, and have had success with both. Once you look at these assignments, you can decide.” Professor Xeneth noted as he wrote down which of the assignments were being assigned to her.

“Next, I want you to know that once you do these assignments, you will have satisfied the Clinic Practicum Requirements.”

“Wait, what?” Senora blinked in shock.

“What part of accelerated program do you not understand?” Professor Xeneth asked as he looked at her over the top of his glasses.

“I…I….I didn’t think it would be that accelerated.” Senora stuttered.

“Senora, you are young and your mind is still quite the sponge. You wish to be a Student Counselor here at The Lotus House. And you show amazing aptitude for it. And your ability to sympathize and empathize, and really understand others struggles in this program should really be nurtured and developed, especially while you’re still malleable. And doing the whole- normal clinical hour requirement, would be, honestly, a waste of your time. Sometimes, the longer you are in Clinic, while you gain experience, it drains your empathy and sympathy and can jade people a very ugly shade of green. And Xorrox, and I and the other staff do not wish for that to happen to you. You will still get plenty of experience. But with you not being in the Bride Program, and instead, still have a wonderful career in front of you. I don’t feel meaningless hours and exhausting, unneeded experience in the Clinic Practicum will help you with your ambition or your career. So, I am about to do, what very, very few students get to ever earn the right to do. Since you are in the accelerated program. If you will do this half of these assignments as assigned. I don’t care if you choose to do every other single one with the same student. Or if you choose to have every homework assignment done with the same partner from here on out. It will be allowed. Your career and your future should not be impeded by The Clinic Practicum, it should be supportive of it as well. And this accelerated rate- will see to it.” He added.

“So, allow this old man to offer a pre-emptive congratulations. Congratulations on passing the Clinical Practicum Trials.” He congratulated her as he handed her Xorrox’s assessment and the small, practically miniscule stack of assignments.

“What?” She asked as she took it and looked at the paper. According to the special paper- she had just done two years worth of clinical trials in a single session. She was still free to partake in the clinic if she wished to after the assignments were completed. But she otherwise aced it and- at the completion of these assignments would be considered graduated from the Clinic Practicum.

“Why?” Senora asked as she just stared at the pages in awed bewilderment.

“Because you cared enough to want to see the real Xorrax and were honest in showing him the real you. Even at great risk. The truth means everything to you, as does endurance of any and every trial. And such a noble endeavor deserves to be commended and supported.” He offered.

“So, Xorrax, really is blind? That was really him? That was the real him?” Senora asked.

“Yes. That was the real him. Doctor Xorrax- really is blind. But his phantoms can see just fine. And he uses his clients to be his eyes and ears for him as well. It’s what has made him an exceptional student and perfect for this role.” Professor Xeneth praised.

“He’s a doctor?” Senora asked.

“Yes, he just pretends to be a student. But that first thesis we put out? That was his doctorate thesis. And he is a scientist. It’s because he is blind that his cubi powers were enhanced to such a great degree that his work on a person’s subconscious- is how we can test to see if a student is really mentally mature enough for the Lotus House. It’s how he can investigate everything that he does. Because his cubi powers are practically superpowers, he is able to do everything that he does and more. You will actually be working quite closely with him from now on for he is instrumental in helping pair the right students to the right counselors and vice versa.” Professor Xeneth explained.

“You are an exceptional student Miss Senora. And you will make an excellent counselor. If you wish to continue to use the clinic you may- if you feel you need the experience, but otherwise, the sessions will not add to your already impeccable score. However, I suggest, having one last session outside of these assigned ones, with Volron. Using this. If he can do all that is specified on this paper in a single session, it will be his own exit exam from the clinic and he can be your only homework companion if you both wish him to be. He came into the Clinic Practicum, expecting it to be a trial by fire, he should leave it as a trial by flower petals, don’t you think?” Professor Xeneth offered one last piece of paper with Volron’s name and student number already written by Professor Xeneth on it.

“Thank you. Can I hug you?” She asked as she took it and couldn’t help but start crying tears of relief as both pieces of paper were more precious than anything she had ever held before.

“Of course.” He held out an arm as she came around and hugged him on the side and kissed the top of his head.

“Sorry.” She offered as she tried to wipe her tears from his hair.

“It’s ok. You’re not the first, nor will be the last to cry on me today. Go and enjoy the rest of your day, and leave out that door, you leave from this door and you’ll intrude on Xorrax. And I do not wish to court his ire.” He chuckled.

“Thank you!” She thanked him before she took the precious papers and left and she felt like she practically floated all the way up to front desk before she handed all the papers to the Clinic Manager for that wing who readily handed her the copies of her own private assignments back while earmarking the others that would need to be assigned as Dr. Oresha immediately knew who Senora should have for the assignments.

“Congratulations Senora.” The Clinic Manager- Dr. Oresha cooed as she happily hugged Senora once she was done and showed the students names written in pencil first to Senora who nodded her agreement to the assignments before Dr. Oresha wrote over them in ink to make them more permanent.

“Thank you.” Senora smiled and couldn’t stop smiling, or crying more tears of happiness. Most of her classmates, much less the other students, hadn’t even gotten through half of their sessions yet. But Senora happily flipped through the book and found Volron’s last open day and scheduled herself for the session with him. And knew it was going to be his exit exam from the clinc practicum. She got the other paperwork back and practically skipped through the halls to leave the clinic and practically floated back to her classroom where Dr. Zellora was in her classroom, grading papers in the school, so she didn’t have to bring them home and risk grading them there, and having any of her grandkids accidentally make a mess of them.

“Knock knock.” Senora said as she knocked on the door frame.

“Miss Senora! Hi! Come in, come in, tell me, how was Xorrax?” Dr. Zellora invited as she invited her student to come and pull up a chair next to her desk.

“You mean Dr. Xorrax don’t you?” Senora beamed with a bright smile before Dr. Zellora practically squealed in delight as her tail whipped and wiggled excitedly as Senora’s did as well.

“Oh you aced it! You aced it! I knew it! I’m so proud of you!” Dr. Zellora practically bounced her seat over to Senora to hug her tightly.

“Tell. Me. Everything. Right now!” Dr. Zellora gushed as she immediately put her papers to the side to turn to Senora so they could talk and gush about the experience.

“Holy shit, he showed you the real him? He showed you the cane? Aw, you really must have made him feel safe and secure enough for him to show you that. He’s so sweet and so nice. I mean, he can be a hard ass too. But that’s only to the students who try to pull a fast one. But to the truly meek, mild and humble? Oh he’s a dream. And his honest appraisal of you as a student is exactly what I was hoping for. It’s good but honest and fair. Now I do agree with Professor Zeneth’s advice as well. But once you go through the assignments, these choice ones will be not only a breeze, but a pleasure and a joy. And I agree, having you do the entire Clinic Practicum is not only- unwarranted but would be a waste of your time, but mostly a waste of your sympathy and empathy too. And you need to save as much of that for your future students as you can. You will still be getting all the Clinic Practicum you need to stay well rounded and stay well informed and well experienced. You should absolutely keep your focus on your studies and your career. And I know this will be one less thing for you to worry about in class. And one less distraction from your chosen career path. I’m so happy for you. Ok, so, tell me, do you have any ideas about this?” Dr. Zellora asked once she held up what was going to be Volron’s exit exam.

“Oh gosh, well it was encouraged that his clinic practicum has been a trial by fire so far, and it should end as a trial of flower petals.” Senora grinned.

“Well ok, so, how far do you want to take that?” Dr. Zellora asked.

“How far am I allowed to take it?” Senora asked.

“Oh Honey, I have had some students make their room a damn honeymoon suite. If it’s going to be both of your guys’ last time in the clinic. Make it the best session ever. Make it the best- last time together as students. Make it yours, make it his. Make it memorable. And a day and possibly night, he will never forget. But most importantly. Use any number of these room numbers.” She offered before she wrote down a series of room numbers.

“But that’s Dr. Xorrax’s wing.”

“Exactly. Dr. Xorrax only assigns those rooms to who he is watching and who he is investigating, or I’ve seen him use that whole wing, each with a phantom of himself in each one and able to keep all 12 rooms occupied and to the point that none of them knew they were ever in those rooms alone. And I know for a certainty that these, are otherwise, unused. Most students don’t even want to go down this hallway. So you’ll be able to make all kinds of noise and make all kinds of racket without an audience which is what the final practicum exit exam room has. And without interference. And the rooms are purposefully just as plain as his is. Make any of those rooms, your perfect canvas to create your perfect final piece of art. Enter that room as a student, and leave it as Volron’s beloved, loud and proud. Hell, you have my permission to leave it as his fiance if he is so inclined.” Dr. Zellora cooed schemingly as that seemed to make Senora blush and giggle and practically vibrate with happiness.

“Really?” Senora asked.

“Hey, the minute you check these check marks and sign here, he’s done. Make sure you sign before he proposes though.” Dr. Zellora urged.

“Ok.” Senora nodded in understanding.

“I have some shopping to do to prepare for this then.” Senora happily and giddily offered as she took it, carefully slipped them into a protective folder and into her backpack.

Off to tell her Beloved The Best News Ever.

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Can you make the top of all Byrgenwerth scholars from least to most smart, responsible student? I know your Laurence doubles as a teacher but I think he counts as a student too iirc. And maybe describe more about how they behave in the class

Oh following this post I'm guessing.

Well I'm really bad at choice and making top/choose an order. But I can try XD

Also being "smart" or intelligent is really subjectif and depend on way too many things. Plus you know some school system are really not well made for some people. Clearly I don't wanna do a huge 4h essay on that so I will just go with who have the worst to best grades x)

As for the responsible ones who do all their classes/homeworks + have a serious attitude in class. I might add outside class to difference them too XD

Grades : So I tried to make an order but it really depend sometimes it depends of the classes/ years really.

Rom : Poor girl got the lowest grade ;-; she's trying hard. In some subject she have good marks but in the general stuff it's just above the average if not really low. University he's not super adapt to her. Also got you see 8km2 fanart (I love it) well I got inspired and that's what happen to her. Everyone train her but it didn't work in the end 😭 Also in high school my notes in maths were so bad because it's harder in scientific field. I pass my big 18y diploma with 7/20 in maths help. But hey in got like 11/20 at university and I think above 15 in my sandwich course so believe in your dreams!

Gehrman : So for me, while the other are students he's closer to a "free auditor" Idk how you call that in English : he can joined some really specific conferences and listen to those classes but don't have exam on it. But he was a students alongside Laurence, I guess he got a basic diploma perhaps (or none) but it would be useless. He didn't got the best of grades too but he try! he often asked Laurence for help about things or terms he didn't understood while in class. He had a decent education for a Yharnamite and always read tons of books as a child but he only get to Byrgenwerth after working a few years abroad as a young adult (when he got enough money to pay for a few classes after a few years). He really wanted to just learn things more than exceed really.

This 3 next are pretty average too and good. I am unsure for the order as well so not sure it mean too much :

Ludwig : Ludwig is stronger in sportive and outside class for exemple but still have decent results.

Damian : Damian is basically the normal average students possible but I think might be quite good too

Charles : (my dear cainhurst oc) he had great results too but you know he didn't push himself too much as well.

Maria /Laurence : Unsure which one to put above (Laurence perhaps? I mean he got a doctorate so if you look at it that way) they both had really great results and a good scholarship in general. Plus it also depends the years. What I mean by that is that Laurence first years were not great at all then excel later on. Maria had great results since the beginning but without wanting to reveal to much a semester was quite a mess for her... then it got better again.

Micolash : I guess Mico would be quite smart yeah? (maybe a bit above in the top idk) Like he could have a big ego but he would right lmao. So I'm unsure where he's placed but yep good grades for Mico.

Caryll is a gifted student of course they got the best grades most of the time.

Not counting Willem but I guess he had quite good results, Liam (gatekeeper) would be moderate like Patches if he make effort probably and poor Dores know lot of stuff and procedure but don"t ask her to write an essay she will probably eat the paper from anger XD

Responsible students : I'm really unsure how to class them soi'm doing my maximum here XD

Patches is probably the worst responsible person ever...but more like not responsible for his actions senses XD

Charles : You know the cool guy who don't pay attention all the time in class, go on many parties, show off attitude still got good results? yep it's him.

Laurence : basically the same as Charles as the beginning of his scholarship if not worse. But his grades were bad. He got his things together after a while thankfully. thank you Gehrman, again Still he still miss a few homeworks and didn't went to all his class and didn't pay attention everytime XD but hey he made it! (That's why he can't be too mad at students who don't listen he did worst XD)

Ludwig/Maria/Caryll : I guess when Caryll don't day dream and forgot a homework they're serious and on point XD same for Ludwig. Maria rarely miss a a thing too. But this 3 do get in troubles sometimes XD and it's generally big mess over their comprehension

Rom/Micolash : Well for Rom, daddy is literally the headmaster so um... (I know it's not an excuse, Laurence is like the adoptive son and miss class at first and all but still)... So yeah even if it's hard she try to do things as much as possible. The only times she missed classes (besides your typical appointment/being sick) is when she need to go save her friends's ass from weird bugs & spiders XD the excuses Mico, Damian & patches yes came up with so she could exit class are always gold! And I think Mico always almost did his things like a nice lil students.

Gehrman/ Damian : You know the parent/ big sibling of the group? XD they almost never missed a class and try to do every work.If Damian ever miss smt it's the other fault and probably Micolash's

And how they behave in class? Well I think I already talk about it earlier, a lot are calm, in group it's a mess XD or some get bored and do smt else. Sorry I will probably develop more an other day perhaps or if I wrote about it well it will be more detailed that day!

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“We’re passing out the nominations early this year for the voting at Prom for the awards.” A peppy cheerleader said in offering you a sheet that you didn’t lift a hand to reach for.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not able to go.”

That had her smile drop and she asked, “Why not? It’s our night! The best night of the whole Senior Year experience!”

“It’s $285 a ticket,” you said and then took the awkward squeak from her as your cue to step away and continue on past the stunned group who by your second class had let it explode through the school about your one woman protest against the prom.

“Not a protest,” you sighed in a drop into your seat beside your literature teacher’s desk where he chuckled.

In his hands were packets he passed out for your final exams of the semester saying to you. “And here I thought my Prom was expensive at $59 a head. But they booked one of the hottest clubs in Manhattan.”

Through the door you watched Dean Morita entered with a wide grin that had you mutter, “Oh no,” and ease down in your seat only to sit up with a forced grin at his stop in front of you.

Onto your desk he settled a basic itinerary that read the layout of the graduation ceremony saying, “Final tally is in. Pluto since you have the highest GPA in our graduating class you will be giving the speech at our ceremony in two weeks.”

“But, what about Cindy? She had the highest.”

“Yes, however with your extracurricular credits and club credits to your resume you have beaten her by a single point on your average. She will give her speech first as Class Salutatorian.”

That had you scoff to her frustrated squeak muffled in her dropped head onto her arms folded in the desk in front of her. “Can’t she just give hers? She has a speech prepared since November!”

“The both of you were given warning to have speeches prepared.”

“Well, I, got distracted with a project.”

“Excellent, then bring it along for a demonstration. Let’s spice things up this year!”

You squeaked out a huff and tapped your fingers on the desk stealing a glance at Cindy who gave you an equally exasperated glance. “Maybe if we buy you a wig and some contacts they won’t notice we traded places so you can do both.”

That had a few chuckles fill the room only for the teacher to say, “Now that we have had ample disappointments on social requirements to the end of this monumental year, let’s get back down to the truly grueling part of your education, final exams. Half of your overall grade. Enjoy and break the seal. Feel free to roam the halls in conjoined nervous agony when you are done.”

“I thought you wanted to go to prom.” Harry’s voice came from the end of the hall making you smirk his way.

“How was Calculus?” You asked deliberately changing the subject.

“Spelled my name right for certain. What about prom? I got asked by one of the cheerleaders.”

“Ooh, you should have fun. Had a party before my friends from when I started here graduated early as a makeshift prom. I don’t think prom would be much fun without a group of friends and you would only be held back with expectation to have to keep me company as friends when you could shine, and possibly steal Prom King.” That had him roll his eyes, “You know that’d be fun for you. Big fun bash after your exams and then you get to traverse the globe for the summer.”

Up from his glance at his shuffling feet he caught your gaze to ask, “Running off with Johnny Storm this summer?”

“No, far as I know until chaos strikes it’s a trip to Scandinavia and then wherever the road leads for Eddie and me.”

“Well I hope the road could lead you to a suit shop in Manhattan,” he said making you smirk again, “Need a second opinion on a suit for prom. After school today, you free? Even planned a reiki session after where we get tarot and palm reading. Could be fun.”

“You already booked us, didn’t you?”

“You’re into all that supernatural stuff.” The bell rang and you had to split up to head to your next set of exams.

“Heard you’re doing a protest against prom.” MJ, with Peter’s jacket on she’d been loaned by him earlier, who had a clear crush on him, said as you passed her in her quiet corner near the stairwell you came down after you’d finished your exam.

“I’m just not spending that much on a ticket to a dance where I get violently ill from everything on the menu the caterers gave out. And I have to shell out a hundred bucks to get the dress I wanted to not have a date or good friends to dance with so I might be among the running to win the paper crown at the end of it.”

“Oh they sprung for aluminum and rhinestones this year.” That had you giggle and sit down next to her and let out a sigh. “You really want to go I’m sure there’s a back door somewhere and with a big enough bag you could bring your own snacks.”

“They’re making me give a speech at graduation. One point, Valedictorian by one point. Cindy’s had her speech ready since November and I got distracted and drew about fifty dinosaur comic strips on a tangent from the plant transporter rings I spent all the time on instead of writing a damn speech.” You glanced at her and said, “I’m not motivational and a science project won’t bolster hopes for the other graduates to be excited to end their year with.”

“You do know we go to a science based school?” She asked and you smirked in return for hers, “These kids would kill for a science project to end the year, from a double Nobel Laureate no less. What do the rings do?”

“Oh, I um, every Christmas they have the giant pines for the lighting ceremony and it is such a hassle to get them from a to b so I thought transporter rings, they expand and you push the plant into one and it comes out the second ring.”

“Like a transporter?” She asked excitedly, “Like ‘Beam me up Scotty’ level transporter rings?”

“Well they’re more like floating hula hoops at this point but that’s the gist of it.”

You said and her jaw dropped, “Can I go when you show them?!”

“I, sure. I still haven’t heard if my Gramps can come or not.”

“I’ll tell Peter and Ned, they’ll flip over seeing that!”

Off the steps she darted and the next avalanche of a rumor had taken root and all you could do was to stand up and head out early to fetch your hat and head off to go and watch a film nearby to fill the time. Harry set the time and place to pick you up from for this appointment he thought would be fun.

Eight others were inside the cot filled space right out of a stereotypical zen hut of a space layered inside the rough cement walls without substantial natural light even with floor to ceiling windows on one wall that was aimed at another building. “You get this one, I’ll sit here,” Harry said claiming his spot.

“Now when you feel at peace do settle down and remove your shoes, socks too if you feel so inclined, if not then lay back and let the sound of the music wash over you.” Half an hour the trio of ladies overseeing the session commented on aura colors and layered crystals across each of you. None of which seemed to do anything for you but whisper of where they were from as they were laid wrongly on top of you and everyone else.

And after, with the woman who claimed to see your white and purple aura countering Harry’s orange one you went alone into a side room set up like a rather pitifully set up adaptation of a teepee for the tarot reading. Palm reading was never an option for you, but was amongst the few services offered within this private space. Just a giggle was the response you gave to three of the apparent worst cards you could get instantly stunning the woman who had laid them.

9 of Swords is a card of anguish, despair, worry, and guilt. If you pull this card, it might mean you have done something wrong, and you are very aware of it. This is a card that means it's time for some introspection and to address aspects of your life in which you could improve your behavior. Maybe you had an affair, cheated on exam, or lied about something important. The 9 of Swords shows guilt is weighing heavily on you, and it is time to right your wrongs.

10 of Wands. This is a card of struggle; a sign you are in over your head. Whether it's in your career or a personal relationship, this card means you've possibly bit off more than you can chew. It indicates you are in for a tough period, and that every day is going to be a little harder than usual.

The Moon. This card often stands for fears and anxieties - the kind that keep us up in the middle of the night. It can also signal a sort of existential dread, the type that hits you when you stare into something as large and unfathomable as the dark night sky and space. If you pull this card, it can mean there are deceptions or fallacies in which you believe. It can also point to the fact you are experiencing fear and letting yourself become engulfed in it. The Moon points to change, uncertainty, and emotional vulnerability. If you pull this card, you may need to assess and confront your fears or parts of your life in which you are lacking clarity.

Harry didn’t fare much better and was pleased for the reserved suit shop afterwards where he got to unload about his apparent blip of loneliness ahead mingled with a clear sign he was due for a promotion, surely to warn that if he threw himself into the new change he could lose out on a romantic partnership. Browsing over suit materials he asked you, “What did they say to you?”

“I have guilt, anxiety and struggle ahead. Oh and the woman said I should let my little frustrations with my parents go. Insisted that our breakfast tiffs should be taken as constructive means to grant insight to struggles they have greater experience over.”

That had him chuckle, “Did you tell them?”

“They seemed so confident, even though they clearly don’t know how to construct a proper teepee they do try to show some level of intuition. Not my job to break their day jobs, they want to live with the lie day in and out that’s on their conscience not mine.”

“I like the gold,” he said showing you the square swatch of material from the book.

“Just not that material, frays no matter the hem stitch you use.” A new material was chosen and through the shop a few options were found for Harry to try on and have tailored. That would be finished in time for the big day and when that was through he was off to do more studying while you were called to the candle shop for a late shift to fill an empty slot that suddenly popped up.

Five million, in full in trade for the final flight test oddly scared you woke up the next day, your final day at school. One day ago into Iron Man’s chest you had walked mid shuffle through your bag to get a pen and make a note for yourself, only to be pulled into a work lunch after the final class at Midtown to go over final designs and first figures of the new fleet. Numbers for how many that had been ordered were shared alongside news of the larger pool of customers out in Dubai and Asia. Months now he had been piling up new bodies and waiting on the final design of interior from you and so this would be an easy drop of this fleet to be followed by a second he would green light to be built. All he wanted to do was to ease you into the prospect of being in possession of a small fortune soon to grow into a large one when your fleet would quite literally take off around the globe.

Decades now aviation companies had become multi billion dollar companies, and him knowing how he stepped his foot into that, even with just war birds, they didn’t let him in lightly. Now this branch of Stark Industries was set to take the brunt of the blows when they would kick and flail in response to the change of this branch of commute. But his aim to cushion the blow did nothing of the sort. Only worsening things in fact and setting off the mood of your entire final day.

The entire final half morning there you could only feel the same creeping chill up your spine from lessons to pull the trigger on captives taken by Leviathan and Hydra. True you had Columbia still to get back to in the fall, these faces around you wouldn’t all wind up in unmarked graves dropping off the planet, this wasn’t death but it sure as hell felt similar. A mixture of pity, envy and curiosity for what the senior class would get up to after this finite drop off into the real world flooded up from the younger years.

Yearbook pick up was the first step for everyone who had purchased them including yourself. Hour by hour each year got their own memoriam of their year for just them while everyone else traded pens and colorful stamps and stickers that filled every yearbook offered. Had you not had the ability to heal yourself you imagined your wrist would be throbbing much worse than it was at the end of the half day before freedom was called for and the Seniors were off to ready for the Prom you were still not going to attend.

A bit behind you lingered to hand over small knickknacks to each teacher you had been given to their own tastes they appreciated for its silent gratitude and attention to their personalities you had picked up on their openness on their likes or subtleties. You felt you had to say goodbye in case you’d never see them again as this chapter of your life closed. Sure some might be at the graduation ceremony the following week but you felt you still owed them a proper goodbye.

Then surely focus sank back into the yearbook on your lap now inked to the brim with sentimental notes and scribbled names and smiley faces lost to the always present thought of how none of them truly knew you. And had they not made up their own glorified version of you in their heads it wouldn’t matter if you dropped off the face of the planet. But like always your phone buzzed and you had to grin at the message from Eddie. He wouldn’t be home tonight but like he’d implanted a chip in your brain after having carried Venom randomly over the years he could feel when you were at your lowest through the connection he had to the symbiote.

It was a simple reminder to not load up on sweets fully knowing you’d baked brownies, cookies and a cake, most of which he didn’t take as you’d meant for him to for his stakeout to go with his igloo cooler of sandwiches and strips of bacon he’d packed to fuel the night up on shared watch with Venom. And again with the simple us they posed as for who would miss you had you vanished you bolstered your own tattered sails as best you could with thoughts and irritations for increasing your work hours or thoughts of adventures to be had over the summer. You needed the money, or at least the schedule you set was driven by that comment, while now with money from side jobs that wait for the trust fund was all but habitual at this point. Truly you wanted security for the rest of your life, but all that work gave you little sleep when the big baddies liked to come out at night.

Only a few years in and you just felt tired of this anti hero business. There was no running from it as your every inch burned to make this place a better world for the next year of children that would be born into it. A safer place. Without Hydra or others like them. But that meant sacrificing your safety, your patience, your time, your dreams and possibly meeting your Mate. This road could only grow darker and even though you had spared your ability to have babies you doubted this world would ever be safe enough in your lifetime to be able to bring any into it. There was no choice. Keep fighting. Keep hiding. And never take off the mask until you have it torn off of you by whoever is capable and then get up and keep fighting now with a face and name to give the masses to put all their blame on for all the evil in the world.

Natasha was proof there was a pathway to be considered good, but no one but you and Cooper and Bucky had a clue what it took to get her there, how she was molded to be all she was before she went rogue. What she knew she was running from and what they were capable of if she had been caught in one of their traps. No one knew, and if they did she would be painted with the very same damaged brush that you had been. She was subtle where your break away was explosive beyond belief and shook the world. You made true evil blink and now you bore that title for the act. No one knew how painful that was to you that no one knew, but deep down a part of you hoped they would never find out. That they would never know what cruelty the human race is capable of. What you had been trying to weed out. Which some days felt like an impossible thing. But you had to try.

“Damn,” you muttered missing your stop on the subway and you sighed readying to take the longer walk home that you would at least use the chance to stop in at a place to bring home some food for yourself. Behind the counter of the eatery you caught the cautious grin from the woman there as the man who was leaning over the counter drew back clearly having been caught in his try to stick the place up.

“Nice bag,” he said and his eyes dropped to your shoes noting their name brand even with the wear on the soles of them. “And shoes.” A nod of his head was followed by his saying, “Bag on the counter.”

Blankly you eased the bag off your shoulder and plopped it on the counter loudly and held your expression in his lean in with finger extended to try and get a better look at your necklace. “What do you have hiding there?” Hard onto his foot you stomped and drove your face forward to head-butt him that had his scream muffle in the fold of his body to the floor.

“Just rude,” you said opening your bag to bring out duct tape to tie his hands behind his back. “There are 53 second hand shops in New York, but no, everyone would rather drop ten large on a defense lawyer for theft than helping local shops. Selfish.”

“Crazy bitch, it’s just some pocket change! What’s it to you?!”

“The tape is so they don’t shoot you, idiot.”

“What?” he asked awkwardly looking over his shoulder at you.

“Thank you,” she said and called out to her son in the kitchen who was on the phone with the police who gave the clear that the man was subdued lowering the urgency. And right away she took your order and chuckled at your joke about being from a long family of hard headed women she joked back about sharing the same trait.

When your food was ready you shouldered your bag again and lifted both the food and large sweet tea you sipped on all the way home to the sound of the police dragging the culprit away as he complained about his now broken foot he didn’t want to put any weight on.

Dinner was lovely and like the year before you would use this night to keep the streets clear of drunk drivers outside the various proms held tonight the cars were levitated and breathalyzers were used to ensure those inebriated weren’t driving. Those who were too far gone were searched for their address and sent home in the fleet of taxis that waited for this night that agreed to accept payment at a later date and sent each of the kids home with an IOU that if they didn’t cover you would. Little things that helped to make this city better people did for one another.

Including the opening of several gardens and community centers out of formerly abandoned buildings that you helped to arrange with banks to realize leaving them decrepit did nothing to help and that with more construction crews in work they would be getting more money in the long run anyways. Because in all the mix up of the masses or those murdered for their crimes all their wealth was sent to public set up foundations to fix up towns. And all from your laptop you could make certain that the cities were being given a face lift and no deep pockets could stand in the way of this process or they would be targeted as well.

The medical world was much easier to fall into line with locks on prices and medical debts suddenly erased down to what it actually costs to make the medicines and tech used in implants and a basic daily rate for hospital stays. The foster system was a forest fire no matter how you looked at it and all you could do was to vet the guardians to weed out the despicable without chance to help the kids left without a home.

“Love the suit!” Spidey’s voice rang out luring a smile across your lips behind the mask facing the teen who dropped onto the edge of the roof you were seated on top of.

“Thanks, it’s got so many pockets. I love it.”

He chuckled as you let out a giggle and said in a nod to the next wave of teens exiting the Prom asking, “Your school let out yet?”

“Ya. My Prom was tonight, felt better on parking patrol.”

“My school had a Prom too. How do you know my name?”

In a glance his way you said, “I’m the one who’s been leaving your backpacks on your fire escape when you forget them.” That had him chuckle and you said, “I can give you a tracker bee for it if you want one.”

“Mr Stark made me a tracker spider. Thank you though.”

“Perhaps a chart on trash routes so you’ll know which are the best hiding spots then?” you giggled out and he chuckled again.

“That would be good to learn.” He said looking to the lot below as you did again.

“It’s all circular. You’d be surprised how many patterns are circular. Humans keep rotating back to it no matter how much we like crisp angles for our buildings. Even spiders do, if you like them in real life or, well we never covered why you chose the getup other than the clear webbing.”

He chuckled and said, “Went with Pluto once to Columbia, met Dr Connors, I got bitten by an experimental spider. Not so bothered by them now, they tend to steer clear of me oddly enough.”

“It’s because they think you’ll eat them and brightly colored breeds mostly are some of the deadliest to other breeds, highly cannibalistic. Speaking of Pluto, she got distracted, asked me to deliver this.” Out of your pocket you offered him a box. Asked me to slip it in your room for you, but you had company.”

“Thanks,” he nodded adding the box to a hidden pocket inside his suit. “You really like bugs, you get bitten too? Mr Stark has a board on you but doesn’t let me look at it.”

You shook your head, “Born able to make things grow and summon and create insects and animals. Including living mechanical ones.”

“Animals too? Then why bees?”

“If the bees die the world does. Same as trees, you know they connect their roots and share nutrients and talk to one another. The oldest become mothers to the babies that grow under their shady branches and even without sunlight they can grow healthy. The roots can stretch for miles underground and even if you planted saplings in the open outside of the forest she would adopt them too and help to keep them healthy.”

“Trees can talk?”

You nodded, “If people were more like trees just imagine how the world could be. We’d be in Eden.”

“Ooh,” you and Peter said about a teen who just fell off a half wall trying to do a cool pose for a picture, then he murmured, “That guy’s not in Eden.” To the panicked voices of the teens below at the sight of blood he brought out his phone and called 911 as you sent down a couple bees to help keep track of his vitals until the ambulance was on the way.

“So why are you out here? One of us should have a fun summer at least.”

“This is fun,” he looked at you asking, “Were you really trained like Black Widow and the Winter Soldier?”

“Mixture of the two. They took me as a kid like her and given the serum like him. I just made a bigger bang when I left their control.”

He nodded and asked, “That why you killed those people? To help other kids?”

“No one could have protected me. They trained me to kill people. No forgetting that. I got here and I had these flashbacks when I would see headlines in the papers or hear the police scanner my neighbor used all hours of the night. Which isn’t an excuse, I know I killed hundreds of thousands of people. Just can’t think of how many people they would have killed or hurt if I hadn’t. I’m just a nameless person compared to Stark who’s killed more than I have same as his dad by stamping their names on the weapons they sold and it cost him his heart to get him to try and help other people for a change. Difference is I’m broke and sit on top of other people’s towers instead of my own.”

On the back of your shoulder he pat his hand and said, “You aren’t killing people as badly these days. They know now what not to do has a more serious consequence and they keep doing it. Cops can’t catch all the bad guys in the world. We should be able to help. I remember with the Vulture guy Stark kept telling me to step aside. Do nothing. I get it.”

“Don’t ever forget you’re the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.”

“I won’t. It’s the people, not the system we serve.”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t think Mr Stark gets that.”

“I don’t think he knows the difference yet. He still has faith in the system. Hasn’t bit him yet.”

“Well he has SHIELD to keep an eye on him.”

“And if I wanted to kill SHIELD and bring him down I know just where I would get a job.”

“You think there’s spies?”

“There’s always spies in every agency. Been doing some digging lately for any visible idiots who put off clues.”

“What do you even look for in an agency founded on making spies for a spy?” he asked looking at you.

“There’s always something. No one is that good, not even Black Widow or the Winter Soldier. He’s been in dozens of pictures after his hits he was sent on.”

“What did she miss?”

“She has a bit of an addiction to a certain boutique that has to have an ID on file. Uses her favorite alias, which has a track-able paper trail for her celebration shopping trips.”

“You’ve dug into the team?”

“No, Fury has people for that who are terrible at closing rabbit holes behind them set off my alarms, every single one of them.” Making him chuckle. “And no, you haven’t tripped any of them.”

“Smooth sailing on the plan so far then,” he teased making you both chuckle.

Pt 11

#Escaped Child Assassin #Tony Stark #Peter Parker #Harry Osborn #Last day of school #yearbooks #Prom Night #Spider-Man #Not easy to say goodbye #Necklace for MJ #Save the Bees #Mother Trees #Marvel

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