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[7brownsuga7]

Principal taehyung fucks reader after manipulation

This actually took me so long I’m sorry. I hope you like it though :) 💕

Wc: 2k+

Genre + warnings: smut/drabble - minors DNI! Unprotected sex, infidelity, taboo, principal x fem student. Age difference. Oral/face fucking.

Taehyung has always had a way with words. He knows just what to say in order to get what he wants. Not that he has a problem in getting what he wants, he’s a charmer after all. He’s always been known to be charismatic. Most people were fond of him and found themselves to be drawn to his personality and charming ways. Almost everyone falling at his feet, even the students. And that’s why he was so liked as the school’s principal, because he knew how to win people over. He made it his right to build a relationship with his students, however he went the extra step with you…

He’s had his eye on you for a while now. You were one of the students that stood out. You done well in school, you got along with everyone. You maintained to uphold such a good image. He was intrigued by you. The student that kept to herself, but still got all the attention. The innocent student... Well that’s what you had everyone believe, the confident girl who got along with everyone and stuck to her studies, who didn’t really say much unless spoken to. But he knew who you were. He knew what you wanted, what you needed, what you was missing. He saw it in your eyes. You were hungry for attention. Not the attention you usually get, praises and hidden jealousy from other students. You wanted the attention that he knew he could give you. The type of attention that makes your skin feel hot to touch, breathing increase, mind fog as the pleasure overtakes your body so much that your toes curl. You needed to be touched.

So when he sees you crying in the library after school hours, is when he knows just what to say to make you feel at ease. To make you lean into his touch, to make you let him take away your worries and stress with the smoothness of his words and the gentle touch of his fingers as they caress your bare thigh. Your skirt haven risen to the perfect length to expose the goosebumps on your skin as he continues to stroke the surface.

You wipe your eyes, muttering how stupid you’re being and that you should go home. But his words allure you like a siren in the ocean attracting its prey. It lures you to stay put, to let him keep you company, to let him take care of you. He wouldn’t be a good principal if he let his students go home in a state, even though he hopes he leaves you in another type of state when he’s finished with you. The type of state that has your cheeks flushed with colour, your skin glowing, your lips swollen and your mind racing.

You’re in a vulnerable state, he knows that. Your tears are full proof, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he passed the opportunity of getting closer to you. All his efforts over these years and months to get to know you, to have you feel comfortable around him, would be for nothing. So he allows his fingers to run up the rest of your thigh, under your skirt and to the hem of your underwear.

A smirk makes its way to his face when you make no move to stop him. No sudden reaction, no attempt to curse him out. No, not at all. Instead you shift in your seat so he has better access to your clothed pussy. You look at him, with your wet eyelashes fluttering, and he can see the desire behind your eyes. The want that he knows you’ve been craving.

His cock twitches just at the thought that you want this too. He wonders if the times you would come to his office or you would ask to talk to him about this and that were just little ways for you to get closer to him too, just as he’s been doing with you.

You hold your breath when you feel his fingers brush against you, adding pressure as he rubs them up and down your clothed pussy.

You continue to watch him, his eyes low as they study your face. Half of his face contoured by the shadows caused by the dim lighting of the library.

He captures your lips with his own, an action that has your hands gripping his shoulders. His tweed grey suit rough beneath your fingers, despite his touch on you that is soft and reassuring.

His fingers slip past the fabric and brush against your folds, his mouth twitches in what you assume to be a smile when he feels how wet you are. He’d love to take his time with you, to feel every inch of your body. To savour every moment. But just the feel of your wet folds has his imagination going crazy, he needs to feel more.

You deepen the kiss, eager to feel more. You’ve always known that you’ve craved another’s touch, but knowing you’re receiving it from Taehyung who isn’t old, but he’s older than you does something to your insides. Not to forget that he’s the principal of your school. This whole situation has your pussy soaking. This isn’t like you at all, if someone was to walk in right now you’d be screwed, but you can’t help but to pull him in closer and moan when he stands you up without breaking the kiss.

You feel the coldness of the table on the back of your thighs as he places you on top of the flat wooden surface. Your books and bag discarded around you, proof of your failure to do what you was here to do, study.

His hardened clothed cock rests in between your legs as you both continue to kiss, his large hands fondle with your breasts, slowly working their way to your waist, to your hips. You clench around nothing as he pushes his hip up against you. His buldge growing larger by the second. You look at him expectantly when he breaks the kiss and watches you with dark, lowered eyes. Your own eyes have dried up, your tears a ghost memory to the night that has unfolded.

“Spread your legs open for me” his tone dark, totally different from his kisses and touches. You comply, feeling nervous about what’s to come.

“That’s a good girl”. His hands work on his belt, eventually pulling himself out. Your legs mindlessly close as you see the size of him. The thickness, the length, the vein. It all seems to much, from his cock to the reality of your situation, so you close your eyes.

You feel him rub his cock up and down your wet folds before he enters you, stretching you out completely. He takes his time working in you. Taking the time to feel how tight your walls are around him, how warm and wet you are for him. He doesn’t need to enter you fully to know that he won’t be able to fit all of him inside you, just the realisation has his cock throbbing inside of you.

You cry out, unable to take all of him, even though he hasn’t entered you fully yet. Still, you close your legs as his thrusts quicken in pace, your juices helping the process.

“Keep them open” his tone is demanding, another reminder that he is your principal, and this is real and wrong.

You try to steady your breathing but it’s too much. The tears in your eyes reappear and you’re fighting to keep from crying out in both pleasure and discomfort. He notices this and caresses your cheek with his hand while the other one rubs your clit.

“Shh, I know I know. You’re doing so good” he watches half of his dick enter you, your juices leaving a ring around his cock.

The feel of his fingers on your clit help ease the discomfort you was feeling. Your thighs still fight to close every now and then, his stern gaze reminding you to keep them open. But it’s hard for you, when he fills you up so much, stretching you out. You feel him brush against your walls, his vein prominent with each thrust.

“Just like that. Good job” his voice warm and encouraging.

“Please, please it’s too much” your hands fly to his pelvis to restrict his movements but he only holds them away.

“Shhh. I know, I know”

Your skirt is bunched up around your waist, the sight alone has him fighting the urge to turn you around and fuck you from behind. Your skirt fighting to cover your ass with each harsh jolt in your body. But he doesn’t, he reminds himself to take it easy on you, you’re not experienced, and certainly not used to his size. He doesn’t want to push you further than you can go.

In this given moment, he’s not worried about people coming in and finding you two. He’s not worried about the fact that you’re his student. All that’s on his mind is the feel of your tight walls that are wrapped around him. Your juices sounding throughout the room as his cock works its way in and out of you. The way his cock glistens from your slick and cream. He doesn’t care about anything because seeing you a whimpering mess in front of him is enough to have his mind free from any worries at all.

But still, a part of him wants to make sure you both won’t be seen or heard, especially with you being so vocal. So he puts his thumb in your mouth to drown out your cries.

You being the good girl that you are comply and look him in the eyes as you suck on it. The moisture of your mouth coats his thumb, making him fantasise about how your lips would feel around his cock. Struggling to breathe as he thrusts inside of your mouth , hand holding your head so you can’t escape, so you can take all of him.

But he doesn’t. He tells himself he’s lucky he’s managed to finally fuck you. The student that he’s had his eye on for a while now. So instead, he focuses on the moisture that comes from your pussy. Loud as it squelches every time his tip hits your spot.

He would have taken you in his office if he knew how loud you would be. Not just your pussy, but he should have figured you’d be vocal.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this” he coos as you continue to suck on his thumb. It not really making any difference as he can still hear your pleads and whimpers.

You lay there as he uses you. Babbling about god knows what. It doesn’t matter to him, seeing you under him with that soft frown on your face as he is positioned between your legs is enough.

“You’re going to have to be quiet before someone hears you. You don’t want people finding out about this do you sweetheart?” You shake your head. This would ruin you, just like he’s ruining you now in this very moment.

Still you can’t help but to mewl out. You try hard to be silent but it’s hard. Especially when he’s using you like this, using your pussy to his full advantage.

It won’t do, you’re too vocal. He loves the way you moan for him and plead for him. He does, fuck he does. He will replay this in his mind for days on end. But like he said, both of you are at stake here.

So he stops his movements as he begins to undo his tie around his neck.

The pause in his movements allows you to fully adjust to his length as it’s positioned inside of you. He fills you up completely, totally stretching you out. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, vein prominent. His tip brushes against your cervix, and when you look down you still see an amount of him isn’t even in you at all.

He feels so good but this is all so wrong. You let your needs get the better of you. This wasn’t like you at all. Fucking the principal? That’s a type of taboo you never thought you’d take part in. The fear inside you creeps up and forces the tears out of your eyes again.

“Shh, don’t cry” he strokes your cheek before he places his tie in your mouth to stop the sobbing and whimpering.

You was a good girl, but you didn’t listen. He couldn’t blame you for crying out though. You were so full of him. The feel of him barely managing to fit inside of you is full proof.

His thumb brushes your clit watching as your juices coat your folds and cover his cock. The sounds that fight to leave your mouth come out as a muffle.

Eyebrows furrowed and tears falling out of your eyes. He almost can’t believe he’s got you here under him taking him like the good girl that you are.

“You’re such a good student” he coos as his thrusts continue. Your thighs fight to close but his hands force them open.

“Keep them open, that’s it well done” you can feel your orgasm approach. Knot in your stomach forming and pussy clenching around his cock as he continues his thrusts. Your hands fly out to stop his movements again, hands resting on his pelvis. Your head is shaking no and your cries are muffled by his tie.

“You’re doing so good. You’re always so good. In your classes, and now for me” his hand combs through his hair as you clench around him again and again, causing his loves to be restricted.

“You’re so tight sweetheart” his hand holds his cock to help the movements. Your juices creating the perfect coating for his cock.

“You got this. Good job” he watches as you cum undone around his cock. You’re a mess, your eyes are tightly shut, legs fighting to shut around him, and pussy throbbing. You’ve never felt like this before. You’ve got chills running down your body, you shudder uncontrollably as you feel overwhelmed with the feeling that’s consumed you.

“Look at you taking me like a good girl” he feels his orgasm approaching too, soon very soon. He doesn’t want it to end just yet but having you clenching around him and seeing you look so tired and fucked out underneath him is enough to make him want to release his load inside your mouth.

He’s never seen you like this. You’re usually so well presented. But seeing you like this, knowing that he’s gotten you, his student to be like this has his cock twitching and him muttering out curses. He pulls himself out and pulls you up, quickly taking the saliva soaked tie out of your mouth. You breathe heavily as he tells you to open up. You comply, watching him through your wet lashes as he shoves himself inside your tired mouth.

“Just like that” he comments as he watches your plump lips wrap around him. Your cheeks hollow as you suck him. He lets his head fall back as he lets you do your thing. Tongue swirling over his sensitive tip. Tasting the cum spill out of it.

His groans fill the room, hands placed at the back of your head as he face fucks his way through his orgasm.

You choke on his cock, only some of him inside of you. You mainly paying attention to his tip as you suck him dry. Your hands come up to repeatedly tap his toned stomach, as you struggle to breathe.

“Fuck. What a good girl. You’re so good. Well done we-“ he gulps. “Well done.”

Taehyung always gets what he wants, and in the end he got you.

[hoshi-y]

I'm very nervous for my first request from you IJUDDGRIJDEPJD-

I'd like you to do flirty hanako x ADULT teacher reader that had enough from his flirtatious.

STORY LINE (you can change it): hanako is bored since reader is busy teaching students. hanako decided to do a 'bathroom' date with them while it's recess. Nothing weird, just some flirty compliments and bold moves. It's my favorite dynamic btw <33!!

I am sorry for my bad grammar english, I speak different language.

Gorgeous

Fluff - Hanako

"Hey, Kids don't lie~"

It starts off as a peaceful morning as you watched over your class as they took their quiz. It was quiet, not until a certain choppy haired boy started causing slight mischief.

"[F/N]..~" Hanako said as he slumped onto your shoulder, dragging your name as he pronounce it. You sighed softly, without anyone looking. You sat down on my desk as you looked at him, asking what he wanted.

"I'm so boorreedd~ When are you gonna be done? I want cuddles! Ah no wait, I waanntt.. Kisses~" He teasingly pointed at your lips with a smirk, causing you to blush slightly. You were absolutely tired of his flirtatious remarks. Sometimes you can't act properly because of it.

Hanako kept on flirting with you throughout your class period. And it was getting harder and harder not to react. "Hanako.. I'll talk to you later.. Right now is.. Not a good time.."

You whispered, glancing up at your class to see if anyone heard your whispers, gladly no one did. Hanako pouted. "Finnee.. I better see you in my bathroom later!" And with that, he left, well not before teasing and flirting with you then he left.

He was absolutely unpredictable. Yesterday he was just crying and sulking to you about his duties as a leader, now he was all.. Flirty. He was like a light switch honestly..

"I'll be passing out the results of your quiz tomorrow, have a good recess" You packed up your things, saying goodbyes to your class and headed out. You almost forgot about Hanako as you quietly made your way up to the bathroom.

From afar.. You could smell.. Something fishy..

"Scented candles.. What is he up to.." You mumbled to yourself as you carefully and slowly opened the door, thinking he was gonna pop out of nowhere and scare you but no. Something different was shown.

"Ahh!~ Your here!" Hanako said cheerfully floating to you, pulling you inside before looking out the bathroom. Placing an out of order sign outside as he closed it and locked the door. "Hehe~ What do you think? I asked the Mokke to get me a few things.."

Seeing this flustered and shy side of Hanako was a sight to see as he rarely shows it. Sometimes.

"Wow.. I didn't expect this from you.."

"W-what does that mean?! Anyways.. Come and sit down with me" Hanako said sheepishly, you could see a soft blush on his face making you smile softly.

"Whats all this for, Hanako?" You asked, sitting down on the blanket he set down. "Well.. You always looked stress.. And almost never had time for yourself.. S-so.." He was absolutely adorable, blushing and shying away from you, it made you giggle softly at his reactions.

"D-don't laugh at me.." Hanako pouted, you gently shook your head and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, for this Hanako" Smiling softly. He looked like a tomato now whahaha

You smiled softly at his reactions, he was hiding his face away with his hat. Slowly taking it off showing a flustered Hanako underneath

"Thank you.. For this, Hanako" You smiled softly.

Hanako smiled back at you as he held your hand. "You're my former assistant afterall.. I don't want to see you stressing out."

Years ago, you once went to Kamome as a student, and tried the infamous rumor, Hanako-san. If you didn't try it, you would be in your break room right about now.

Hanako has made a great impact in your life, and you wouldn't exchange it for anything else.

"Alright, Gorgeous~ So where's that kiss and hug you promised me years ago, hmm?~"

Ahh.. A light switch I tell you.

[blogofahufflepuff]

Legacy of a Hufflepuff - Three: Honesty (Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader)

Summary: Fig warned you about telling others about your ability, but could you keep lying to the Slytherin boy?

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 1350

Warnings: English isn´t my first language

This is a part of a series of one shots. I would recommend to read all of them but it can be read by itself, too.

Surprisingly, when the two of you had returned from Hogsmeade Sebastian let you off the hook. He even walked you back to your common room because that was how much of a gentleman he truly was. His words, not yours.

You were glad when he gave you time to gather your thoughts before telling him about everything, but you promised that you would meet up with him tomorrow.

The morning arrived faster than anticipated. You didn´t get much sleep but at least you didn’t have to worry about classes.

Both of you decided that you needed a little bit of privacy, so you wanted to meet at the boathouse. According to Sebastian, there wouldn’t be any students around in the morning and you trusted him with this assessment.

To your surprise, you didn’t arrive first, even though you arrived early.

You slowly approached him. He was sitting down, his legs dangling. Not quite reaching the water but dangerously close.

“Hey” you greeted awkwardly. The male turned slightly, so he would be able to see you. 

“Hey, come sit with me” he petted the space beside him and without any hesitation you sat down, letting your legs dangle as well. You thought you had been nervous before but right now your heart wanted to beat out of your chest.

You only hoped it wouldn’t be a mistake to trust him. Truth be told, you felt torn about this. On one hand, you couldn’t help but fear that you were involving Sebastian into something he shouldn’t take any part in but on the other hand, you wanted to be selfish and have someone to talk to, someone to discuss everything that was on your mind.

You haven’t seen Professor Fig ever since your first day at school at which he gave you the warning to not talk about what happened, which was exactly what you were about to do.

You appreciated Professor Fig but it felt a little lonely to carry this secret on your own, so was it really that bad to share it with someone?

“Do you want to start explaining or do you want me to start asking questions because I have a tone of those, I will let you know” Sebastian was the first to speak again. He didn’t look the least bit concerned.

That calmed you down.

“It´s a long story” you warned, a humorless chuckle spilling out of your mouth.

“I´ve got time” he assured.

And that’s how you took a deep breath and started to tell him everything.

You started from the beginning. The day you had gotten your Hogwarts letter and how you and your parents were concerned. You told him about Fig mentoring you and then about the day you were supposed to come to Hogwarts. You mentioned how you were accompanied by a member of the ministry who had a mysterious object with him which glowed – something only you were capable to see.

You explained how you were able to open the object and how the dragon attacked a moment later. Then you told him about the port-key, the ruins it took you to, Gringotts, the mysterious vault, the knights, the first time you could actually catalyze ancient magic and the arrival of Ranrok and his followers.

You didn’t know for how long you talked, all you knew was that your throat felt sore and your emotions rare when you finally finished your tale. Sebastian didn’t interrupt you once, only making affirming noises or nodding from time to time to show that you had his attention.

You were thankful for that.

“So, what do you think?” You ended your story with a question of your own. Admittedly, you couldn’t think of anything else to say after reliving all these horrible things that happened to you.

“I think I was right from the start. There is more to you than your humble Hufflepuff exterior” he joked, obviously trying to keep the mood light, “and this explains how you were able to beat me. I knew it wasn’t your first duel” his voice sounded almost exciting, making you laugh.

You didn’t notice it at that moment but upon hearing that noise his eyes shifted to your face, taking in the way you relaxed with delight. He thought you didn’t even notice but you were so tense while telling your story. The way your hands started to shake at a certain point and how your eyes seemed to look into the ocean as if you could see the horrors, you had met that day right in front of you. It almost made him worry.

It was a strong reaction, considering that you were only retelling but he understood. While his past definitely couldn’t keep up with yours in regard to adventure – he himself had to go through some traumatic experiences that to this day pulled at his heartstrings whenever he thought about them.

He hadn’t told you any of that yet – but just by looking at you right now, he felt like he could maybe trust someone else for once.

You might even be able to help him.

But before he would determine that, he had wanted to calm you and going by the small smile that played on your lips, he just achieved that.

When your eyes met, he smiled back, making you look down to your hands again. You might have shied away like always, but he could still tell that you seemed at little more at ease.

“Yeah, I lied about that. I also can´t deny that I was still a bit messed up after what happened that day before”

“Are you trying to tell me you won because of trauma?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothing is more motivational than thinking you are going to die” you replied quickly.

“I can’t argue with that.” He grinned, “this all is kind of crazy though, isn´t it? Do you know anything else about ancient magic and its… uses.”

You thought for a second before shaking your head. Upon seeing how his shoulders slightly slumped, you could tell that there was more behind that question than he was letting on but you didn’t ask.

“It´s all really new to me. Miriam, Professor Fig´s wife, actually tried to find out more but she died and even he doesn’t know how far she came with her research” you told him honestly.

“So there must be more to this. You said that ancient magic is a powerful form of magic, right? Who knows what you might be capable of when you put your mind to it” Sebastian´s voice held a determination that made it seem that he was already fully invested in whatever was going on with you. It was kind of reassuring but at the same time strange.

You didn’t exactly have any expectations for this conversation – you just hoped he wouldn’t kick you out of his life for being a freak, really – but his fast fascination with ancient magic felt suspicious.

Maybe you were just overly paranoid after everything, and it was just his thirst for knowledge. Sebastian read a lot and was interested in everything that had to do with magic, so it wasn’t that farfetched that he just wanted to learn more to satisfy his own curiosity.

“And just so you know, I won’t tell anyone. This is going to be our little secret” he put a finger to his lips to emphasize his words before he winked at you. It made you blush, forcing you to look away before he could catch your embarrassed expression.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good” you stuttered out a reply, your hand gripping at your ropes a little tighter than before.

That’s good? Why were you always so awkward?

This moment felt oddly intimate, leaving you flustered, and Sebastian amused as he could tell what his words did to you, even without having a good look on your face. You were so easy to throw off, it was impossible for him to not tease you from time to time.

He started to really like having you around.

[everythingateez]

ATEEZ as your boyfriend: Wooyoung

How you met (cw: drinking, drunk, disguise, unsafe desicions, mentions of kidnapping, jokbal)

It was your first day as an exchange student in Seoul, South Korea at Ewha Womens University. It was your parents idea for you to study here, not yours, and so they shipped you off.

You had just finished packing out all your stuff in your dorm room, and you were heading out for a late lunch. After a long travel, all you wanted was a warm meal and to go home and take a nap. You sat down at a small, but cozy restaurant, and order some jokbal and rice. The only other people at the restaurant was a group of 8 boys. You didn't mind them, and instead just played games on your phone untill your food arrived. The meal looked delicious, and you started digging in.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked over your right should, but no one was there. Confused, you looked the other way, and there stood a charismatic boy. He said something, but you couldn't hear him because of your headphones.

"Excuse me?" you said.

With a cheeky smile, he leaned down on your table, towering over you sitting down.

"Are you here alone?" he said, spinning a lollipop in his mouth.

"Yes?" you said again, just as confused as before.

The mysterious man looked back and gave the now group of 7 boys a little nod, before looking back on you. 

"Is the seat free?" he said, gesturing with his head to the seat opposite you.

You nodded, and only a second after he was sat down. He grabbed a piece of your jokbal and popped it in his mouth, before talking again.

"Me and my bros noticed you sitting here all alone, and thought you needed some company. I drew the short straw, unfortunately."

His smirk told you he was teasing you, and you surprisingly liked it a little, even though he is a completed stranger.

"And what if I wanted to be alone?" you challenge him.

"Well, then you should have told me the seat was occupied. Besides, you are stuck with me now. What's your name?" he said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

"It's y/n. Am I allowed to know yours aswell, seeing as I am stuck with you and everything?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but you can get my number, and learn next time we see each other." he said, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a note with his number scribbled on. You grab it, before he stands back up and pops the lollipop back into his mouth.

"See ya y/n." he said, before walking off. It's only then you realise the other 7 boys had also left the restaurant, and it's only you alone.

After the restaurant, you had taken a fat nap, and when you woke up the next day, the incident with the mysterious and confident man had left your mind.

For the next days you kept shopping all the items you needed, and signed up for all your classes. It was only the next friday, when you found the note he gave you in the bottom of your purse, you remember him. You were gonna throw ut away, but you thought fuck it, I don't have any plans this weekend anyways, and you called him instead. You decided to meet at a nearby soju bar hidden away in a alleyway. 'Oh well' you thought to yourself, 'let's do it for the plot.'

You stood outside the soju bar, nervous. It was in such a weird and obscure alleyway, you were 50% convinced you were gonna get kidnapped. Then you saw the mystery man walking towards you, wearing a beanie, face mask and big hoodie. You gave him a wave, and he pulled his mask down to his chin.

"Y/n! I thought you'd forgotten about me." He was about to enter the bar, but you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

"Nu-uh! I'm not stepping foot into this establishment before you tell me your name." A chuckled left the man, before he put his arm around your shoulder.

"I'm Wooyoung." he said cheekly, before walking into the bar together.

You two got really drunk that night. Wooyoung kept ordering everything you were looking at after learning this was your first time in Korea. He was a lightweight, and you easily drank double what he did, which really impressed him. He payed for it all, and promised to call you up.

Dating (cw: fighting, screaming, mentions if kidnapping, kiss, secret relationship, secrets, womens only university, sneaking in)

Your second date was a picnic, which Wooyoung insisted you had far, far into the forest where no one else ever went. The third date was a midnight drive in the country side where no other cars were driving. You found it strange he went out of his way for you two not to be seen together, and you initally thought he was ashamed of you.

After dropping you off at your dorm after your forth date, he grabbed your upper arm after you had said your initial goodbyes.

"Huh? What's up? Is anything wr-" you started saying turning around, before he put his hand over your mouth and dragged you closed with a hand on your back, muffling the end of the sentance. 'This is it,' you thought 'this is when I get kidnapped.' You didn't have time to react, before he removed his hand from your mouth and kissed you. Happy you weren't getting kidnapped, you kissed him back, sharing your first kiss.

After two months of dating, Wooyoung was hanging out in your dorm. He had snuck into the building, since it was a women's only university. He was just using the shower when notifications started blowing up his phone. You are not typically that person, but you were worried, so you started reading the messages. They were all from the other 7 boys from the inital restaurant day, as you have learned of Wooyoung's buddies since then. The group chat was called "ATEEZ", whatever that means, and the messages was confusing. They were freaking out over a music video shoot delay due to injuries, and the promotions would have to be postponed. Music video? Promotions? This made no sense to you.

When Wooyoung exited the shower, you were stood there with his phone in your hand. You had done alot of snooping since.

"Explain." you said plainly.

"y/n.." Wooyoung started.

"Don't y/n me! Explain to me how a double ganger of you are in a super famous boy group called ATEEZ and you never told me!" you screamed.

That was your first fight. Wooyoung had wanted you to fall for him, and not his fame, and that's why he kept the secret. After that, he promised you to always tell you the truth.

The Relationship

- The ATEEZ boys became like brothers for you, when you started hanging out with them and Wooyoung together.

- Wooyoung is a cheeky and naughty boy, and he would play pranks on you all the time.

- He would always take you to remote and quiet places for dates, to avoid the publics eye. You liked it anywas, because it gave you more privacy.

- He likes spending money on you, and would take you on expensive shopping trips, just cause he can.

- He insist on rubbing sunscreen on you every day, even if you don't really need it.

- Whenever you stay at each other's dorms, he insists on making you his "specialty woowoo coffee". It tastes disgusting, but you don't have the heart to tell him that, so you drink it really fast, making him believe you love it.

- He loves collecting stones he sees while touring, so he can give them to you

- Send you updates on snapchat when he's busy with promitions, and he always uses a silly filter

- Loves taking care of your feet, and will massage them, smoother them with shea butter, cut the nails and give you pedicures

- Calls you princess, sugar drop and woo's babygirl

- Insists on showering with you ever time

- Will not do any public PDA in fear of dating rumours, not because he cares about his own reputation, but because he don't want you to be cancelled and hated on

- Brings an umbrella to all dates, so you dont get wet from rain and dont get sun burned

- Will wash you clothes if you leave them at his dorm for the price that you are not allowed to bring them back home

- "these are woowoo priced posessions now y/n"

- Loves scaring you, and will place cameras recording every time he does

- Always keeps an Aloe Vera plant in his room, in case you get sunburnt

- Let's you come and sit in the dance room during comeback preperations, so you can spend more time together

- After 6 months of dating, you guys finally get down dirty

- The next time you meet him after, he has got you matching promise rings

- Makes spotify playlists and send you when he is abroad with ATEEZ

- When he goes out drinking with the boys, he always brings back a keychain he won at the arcade for you drunk.

- He tried to get you a job at KQ so you would stay together at all times, but you had to remind him you are here as a student

- He is clingy, cute, and will pull out his aegyo when it's only you two

- Very considerate of your feelings, and he never kept a secret again! He even told you things that were maybe a bit too honest, like the time he called your dolphin shirt ugly.

NSFW (cw: sex, roleplay, male!succubus, sub/dom, beast, involentary abstinence, licking, shower fucks, sex toys, dildo in pussy)

- It took 6 months for him to fuck you because right after you figured out he was an ATEEZ member, he left for tour abroad. He didn't wanna fuck you before, as he felt he wasn't giving you 100% the truth. When he came back, there was always something going wrong. When he finally got to claim you as his, it was paradise.

- He needs you to be submissive and take it as the good girl you are

- Male!succubus roleplay

- He loves licking all your crevices, there is no areas off limits.

- Banana flavoured condoms are a must!

- He lets out his inner beast if you try to take control, he wants you to stay as his pillow princess forever

- He growls uncontrollably when he cums, you guys get voice complaints from the other ATEEZ members regularly

- After he's fucked you good, he prefers that you don't take a shower for a day or two, so he can keep your sweet freshly- fucked aromas around him for as long as possible

- After meeting you, he's bought a collection of toys that he keeps in a shoe box under his bed. To make your sessions last longer, he will switch between toy action and his cock, teasing and edging you for as long as possible. He loves it when you begs and whimpers for him.

[kachikirby]

GranEssex Chronicles: Chapter 6 - Chain of Command

It was around evening on the GranEssex. Most of the personnel were getting ready to turn in for the night. That was until Kurabe called an emergency meeting. After everyone gathered in the meeting room, the warrior cleared her throat and spoke.

"It's getting late, so I'll try to make this quick. Tomorrow I'm leaving for a meeting with General Z and the others. The meeting will most likely take the whole day, meaning I won't be here until tomorrow morning at the latest. Mercury, you will be in charge. Meta, in the unlikely event something happens to her, you'll be in command of the ship."

There was some instance of murmuring, specifically from the other students that lived on GranEssex. While Meta couldn't make out all of them, he could tell it was mostly made up of people questioning why someone so young would be in charge. Unsurprisingly, this was quickly starting to get on Kurabe's nerves.

"That's enough all of you. In case you didn't hear me, I said in the unlikely event something happens to Mercury. Also, what would it matter if Meta was put in charge? He's young and inexperienced, yes, but we've all been young and inexperienced at some point in our lives."

"Uhhh... it matters because he's a child?" said one of her other students.

"Really? If I remember correctly that child defeated, you during training. Twenty times."

"H-he caught me off guard, ma'am!"

"He caught you off guard twenty times? You know, I don't remember training any of you on how to make excuses."

"It was only ten times! The other ten I just didn't feel well!"

Kurabe sighed in disappointment. "I thought I thought I taught each of you to respect one another. Not only are you disrespecting Meta, but you're also disrespecting Mercury by believing something will happen to cause him to take over. And by lying to my face, you're disrespecting your teacher as well."

He lowered his head in shame. "S-sorry, ma'am."

"Besides, I thought by now you would understand that one's age is irrelevant. What matters is their skill. I remember you all taking on impossible odds when you were young, Meta is no different. And don't even think I'm giving him special treatment. I've had each of you take command of the ship at one point training. Now it's his turn, given something happens to Mercury."

"Yeah, and that like never happens, so we're good, right?" Another student said.

"You would be good even if something did happen to me." Mercury said with slight irritation. "Quit with the macho act, everyone. We're all a part of the same crew, so act like it."

Meta only stayed silent. He was honestly too used to most of the students saying he was given special treatment due to being practically adopted by his mentor. While it wasn't all of them who were like that, there was still a notable amount and a minority that was extremely vocal about it.

Kurabe cleared her throat. "Now, in other news, we have reports of Space Pirates near these parts. If they attack, I trust you all can handle it."

"Of course, sensei!" The response was unanimous from her students.

"Good, you're all dismissed."

Giving a salute, everyone left. In the commotion nobody heard a certain silver captain let out a small sneeze.

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As Meta walked to his room, he was encountered by another student who was about ten years his senior. This was Tam, a fox woman from a different galaxy. She was one of the students that Meta actually liked being around, although she would be graduating and leaving the ship in a few months.

"Hello, Meta." She said in a playfully kind voice.

"Greetings, Tam." He responded with a smile.

The fox smiled back. "I would say don't pay attention to those jerks from earlier, but I don't think you need me to say that. So instead, I'll just let you know that I'll have you're back. That is if you want me to have it."

Meta laughed.

"Thank you, Tam, but I doubt that'll be necessary. Mercury's too tough to let something happen to her." He said with a light blush on his face.

"Oh, but what if something does happen to her where she can't command the ship?" She then asked.

"Then I'll gladly accept the help. I'll probably need it." Meta sighed at that thought. "I understand sensei's logic. It would be a good opportunity for me to learn and apply leadership skills. I just don't know if I can handle that yet..."

"Oh, we've all had that feeling before. You know what our mentor always says, the best teacher is first-hand experience."

That helped to reassure him. "Thank you, Tam. I should probably get some sleep. If I do end up becoming a temporary captain, I'll need all the energy I can get."

"I understand. Good night, Meta~." She said in her usual playful voice before leaving.

Meta was thankful he had a least a few fellow students that had his back. Tam was simply the most open about it. Now, it was time to go to sleep. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to take command of the battleship.

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The next morning, the entire crew of the ship came to see Kurabe off as she left to go to her meeting. However, there was something most unusual about it: the fact that Mercury was not there.

"That's odd, she's always punctual." Meta thought to himself as he looked at the line of crew members.

Not only that, but the woman would've normally been one of the first people to arrive at the meeting. Having a bad feeling, Meta ran to Mercury's room. Upon reaching her room, he hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Then, he shook his head and opened the door before entering. The inside of the room was dark except for the light in the hallway.

"Mercury? Are you here?" He asked.

No response.

Just as he began to look around the room, he noticed that there seemed to be a lump in Mercury's bed. Slowly, Meta walked towards it.

"I'm really sorry about this." He uttered while raising the covers.

What he saw was honestly the last thing he was expecting. It was a shuddering, deeply flushed, and sickly-looking silver blob.

"Mercury? What's wrong!?"

Mercury struggled to look at him with a slight cough.

"I'm really sorry, Meta. I came down with a bit of a flu. Before you ask how a flu is doing this to me, Limet bodies react far more violently to the flu than most other species. As a tradeoff, we rarely get sick from anything else, but when it happens. Well, you can see for yourself..." She explained, though it sounded like it took a lot of effort to say all of that.

Meta stared for a moment in stunned silence before speaking again. "...I thought Limets couldn't get sick."

"All living things do and anyone says otherwise, they're a liar!" The blob cut herself off with another series of coughs.

Meta closed his eyes, only to open them with a look of determination.

"I don't know if I can handle it, Mercury, but I'll try my best as acting captain. Please get some rest."

While the blob didn't have a mouth, he could tell that she was making a weak attempt at smiling.

"Thank you so much, Meta..."

Giving her a nod, Meta put the covers back over her. He then went to the closet and pulled out a warm blanket, laying it around her to keep her from shivering. Now with that taken care of, he had to let everyone know what's happening. Honestly, he wasn't excited for the response his fellow students would give. He knew Tam and a few others would gladly help him. It was the ones that occasionally harassed him that he was worried about.

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Thanks to the help of the Bukisets, Meta was able to call all of the crew members, including the students, to the meeting room.

"Hey, kid, why'd you call this meeting? And where's Mercury at?" asked one of the ruder students.

He simply ignored them and continued. "Mercury caught the flu and needs to rest. Because of that, I'll be your captain for now."

The blunt statement caught everyone off guard. Except for one.

"Aye, aye, captain~" Tam said, happily doing a little salute.

A few other students nodded in affirmation, however a few others, as expected, had some questions.

"What do you mean she's sick? Limet's can't get sick you idiot!"

This was Merrick, a student who was easily the most arrogant person on the ship.

Meta just stared at him blankly. "Mercury said it herself, all living things get sick and if anyone says otherwise, they are a liar."

"Oh yeah? How 'bout we go see if you're right!"

Both Merrick and Sheba, another arrogant student, stomped out of the room quickly... only for them to be almost immediately thrown back in by the Bukisets.

"I figured someone would try to disturb her, so I asked them to stand guard." Meta explained, glaring at the two idiots. "Mercury needs her rest, so unless you are one of the Bukisets, all of you are forbidden from entering her room, kapish?"

All of them nodded, except for the two stooges.

"How do we know you didn't poison her or something, huh?" Merrick yelled.

"Yeah, maybe you killed her so you could take over!" Sheba said, only for Meta to kick him in the stomach.

"First of all, how dare you even suggest something like that! Secondly, say I did. Why would I do any of that?"

"Why else? Ya were so desperate to become captain and take command of the ship!"

Meta just gave him a look that said, "are you stupid?" before he turned and addressed everyone in the room. "Everyone, did I act desperate yesterday like they said I did?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"In fact, you even looked nervous about it." Tam said, giving a quick wink that only Meta caught.

The other students then talked among themselves, saying things like "Yeah, he didn't look excited at all." "Everyone knows how much he respects Mercury; he would never do something like that. "I may not like the kid that much, but he isn't a bad guy."

The youth heard all of this and smiled. "Now that we've taken care of that. I have a few more things to go over. For starters, Tam, I would like you to be my second in command. That is if you'll accept the position."

"I'd be so glad to!"

Meta nodded. "Next, I would like at least five of you be on lookout. If you see any sign of space pirates, alert us immediately. I'll leave the decision of who will be lookout up to all of you."

The rest of the students nodded in understanding.

"Hold on, we haven't acknowledged you as our leader yet!" The two stooges yelled.

Meta was getting tired of this. Normally, he would just ignore them but as a leader he needed everyone to be on the same page and these two simply did not want to be cooperative at all.

"Alright then. What should I do to make you cooperate?"

"Give us control!"

The youth simply glared at them. "Out of the question. Sensei put me in charge and her orders are absolute."

They were silent for a moment.

"Yeah, but you're still a momma's boy!"

"You two are terrible at insults."

This one statement for some reason shocked the two to their core.

"If you two won't cooperate I'll have you two locked away in your rooms."

The two looked shocked but tried to put on a brave façade.

"How about this, if you can beat the two of us with just your fists, then we'll do what you say."

Meta stared coldly at them. "...very well."

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Everyone gathered in the training room to see the fight, though almost everyone already knew how it would end.

"Ready? Begin!" Tam said, acting as a referee.

Meta wasted no time and punched both of them in the stomach, knocking them out cold.

"Huh, one second. That's a new record, Meta." The fox said in a blunt fashion.

"Someone take them to their rooms. Once they wake up, put them on janitorial duty. The Bukisets could use the assistance."

Two students nodded and carried the fallen fools out. "Now with that settled... those of you who want to be on recon, good luck. Tam come with me, please."

"Alrighty then!" She replied with a cheerful voice.

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Shortly after, the two reached the command room. Meta sat down on the captain's chair and to be honest, it felt strange. It was always either Kurabe or Mercury who sat in this chair. Did he really deserve to have the same position as them even if it was temporary? No, it wouldn't be any good to worry about it. All he had to do was make sure that everything was under control. Not only that, but the meeting shouldn't last that long anyway, right? He just had to hang in here until his mentor returned. Thankfully, everyone on board, for the most part, could be trusted to behave themselves.

"Tam, you've been the temporary captain before, correct? Do you have any advice? I'll gladly take even a small amount of instruction."

"Why yes, I have been the temporary captain once or twice. As for advice, the best thing you can do is to stay calm. If you don't do that, you're more likely to make terrible decisions."

That at least made sense to Meta. Staying calm was definitely a lesson Kurabe liked to teach.

"Anything else, Tam?"

"Don't be afraid to ask for advice. That's generally why we always have two people on the bridge. In the case of Kurabe and Mercury, the other picks up slack where the other is lacking."

That also made sense.

"Thank you, Tam. I just hope those space pirates don't show up."

This surprised the fox. "Really? You're always excited for a battle though."

He shifted anxiously in the chair. "Yeah, but it's different this time. I guess I'm worried that someone will get killed and it'll be my fault, you know? Like I have a lot more things to worry about."

Which was true. Meta preferred fighting on his own. Not that he didn't trust the others, he just an easier time looking out for himself instead of a large group. Combining that with the idea of failing Mercury and his mentor, it made him completely nervous. Speaking of Mercury, she was completely defenseless as she was now. Meta could not afford any reckless actions. Honestly, that just made him even more nervous.

Tam gave him a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine, Meta. The Lady of Shadows Corps is the best faction in the organization for a reason. Just focus on giving out orders and trust in your crew's abilities."

The youth let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thank you again, Tam. Now then, we should come up with a strategy in case an-"

Meta was cut off by one of the students who was on lookout barging in. "Emergency, acting captain! We caught sight of a space pirate ship coming towards us! It'll be here in under thirty minutes!"

"I should have expected this..." He gave a slight sigh.

"What will you have us do acting captain?"

"Hmm..." The youth took a moment to think. "See if we can open a communication line and negotiate with them. I highly doubt it'll work, but it doesn't hurt to try. However, I'd like everyone to prepare for combat."

"Yes, sir!" The messenger left to do as instructed.

After a few minutes passed, the communication device in the command room turned on, the space pirate's leader on the screen.

"I am Zeo, leader of my crew the Zebesian pirates. Who am I speaking to?"

Meta put on the most confident face he could. "I am Meta, apprentice of Kurabe the Unkillable and acting captain of the GranEssex."

The captain of the pirates had an unreadable expression, though the youth was more than sure that he was being heavily analyzed.

"I take it that your normal leader is away from the moment, Mr. Meta?" The captain asked.

To Meta's surprise, there wasn't a hint of sarcasm or animosity in his tone. Maybe there was a chance that things could be handled peacefully. But how should he respond? There's a high chance that they'll take advantage of the fact that Kurabe isn't here and attack. Smart space pirates tended to fear her due to how strong she was, so by attacking the ship while she's gone, they'd have a better advantage in their eyes.

"What would sensei do in this situation?" He thought to himself.

It didn't take long to think of an answer.

"That's correct. Both she and her second in command are out at the moment. I was left in charge."

Kurabe was a proud woman, never shying away from danger and always being honest, Meta just hoped he could emulate her bravery for as long as necessary.

The captain seemed to already be impressed by his courage. "I see. Since you're honest with me, I'll be honest with you. We originally planned on attacking you, but now I'm not too sure. I can tell just by looking at your eyes that you are not to be underestimated. Mr. Meta, I have a proposal for you."

The youth lowered his eyes in suspicion. "What kind of proposal?"

"A battle. Two on two, you and one of your crewmates versus me and one of mine. Winner decides the losers fate."

As much as this sounded interesting to Meta, a fragment of him wanted to reject it. "And if I refuse?"

"We invade." He replied bluntly.

"So, a fight is inevitable no matter what." He thought to himself.

"Let's say for a minute that I agree. Where will this battle take place?"

"There's a moon nearby. We can fight without worries on it."

Meta closed his eyes in deep thought. It seemed like a fight was unavoidable no matter what. Though something felt off to him. Why would the pirate captain even bother with a fair fight? This definitely felt like a trap, but he couldn't afford to deal with a full-on battle. Not with Mercury being left defenseless. He then opened his eyes.

"Alright, I agree to this but on one condition."

"Oh? What condition?"

"We'll land our ships far away from each other. That way if either of us tried to sabotage the other-"

"It would be more difficult to do so. That sounds fair enough."

Internally, Meta sighed in relief at hearing that.

"We'll meet in thirty minutes. Don't be late."

The call ended after that.

The youth then quickly looked at Tam with focused and sharp eyes. "Tam, you excel at illusions and explosions, correct?"

The fox looked confused for a split second before giving a sly smile. "That's a pretty devious plan you have Meta. I love it."

It was true, Tam specialized in trickery, espionage, and demolition.

"I figured since we're dealing with pirates, we might as well be underhanded ourselves. While I prefer fighting honorably, I doubt we'll have that luxury."

Suddenly, Meta's eyes softened a little. "Tam, do you think I made the right decision? This might limit casualties on our side, but what if I mess up?"

"I think you need to have more faith in yourself."

"You're right and I know you're right." Meta sighed heavily. "Are you fine with being my partner for this two on two? I can ask someone else if you'd rather focus on sabotage."

Tam replied with a giggle. "Do you really doubt my ability to multitask?"

"Not at all." He replied with a slight smirk.

"Then I think that settles it."

The youth closed his eyes again and his mind flashed towards Kurabe and Mercury. With a renewed determination, he was ready to protect everything.

"Attention all crew! Prepare to land! Our destination is that moon north of us!"

"Aye, aye, captain~!"

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Soon the GranEssex landed, and Meta and Tam were ready to get started.

"Before we leave, I want six of you stationed here at the front, six at back, and three on each side of the ship. If you see any space pirate, come close, show no mercy. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" The crew members responded with a salute.

Meta nodded and looked at Tam. "Are you ready?"

"Yup! Ready when you are!" She said and then created a clone of herself.

"Now remember, Meta, my clones disappear at even the slightest touch so be careful with it." She told him.

"Understood. Please be quick, Tam, and good luck."

Tam simply replied with a peace sign and disappeared from sight. This was Tam's favorite technique to use, invisibility. Without wasting time Meta started walking, with the clone right behind him. To pass the time, the youth decided to recount everything he knew about space pirates, especially Zebesians. According to this knowledge, Zebesians are inhabitants of a planet located in another galaxy. They are usually tall creatures with hands resembling claws. They are also capable of shooting beams of energy from said claws. Possibly by reciting all of this information to himself, he could find an easy way to defeat them. Or at least, he can find a way to stay calm. He came to one conclusion at least: Zebesians had no apparent weaknesses. Nothing he could use to gain an easy victory. He would just have to try and overpower them or at least wait for the real Tam to return.

"It may be best to think of this as an endurance test..." He thought.

Especially considering the captain was a Silver Zebesian, which have the hardest armor of all Zebesians. No, he could handle it. He just had to survive until Tam returned. Not only is the entire crew relying on him for this, but his mentor and Mercury.

"Mercury..."

He remembered her blob form in that bed. She looked so genuinely sick, and it hurt him to see her like that. As much as that blob form of hers was cute... no, no, he shouldn't think about that! If he couldn't say it to Mercury, he shouldn't think about it! Focus on the ship! The ship and its crew! He gave a deep exhale. Then he saw in the distance the Zebesian captain and one his subordinates. They looked almost identical, the main difference being that the captain was silver, and the subordinate was red. If he remembered correctly, red Zebesians were mostly used as common foot soldiers.

"You better hurry up, Tam." Meta whispered to himself; his thoughts now focused only on the upcoming fight.

He stepped forward, preparing himself for battle. He and the captain stared at each other, sizing each other up.

"I've never fought a Star Warrior before. I wonder if you'll live up to the rumors I've heard about your kind."

If it was his mentor, most definitely, but Meta honestly thought that he wouldn't be able to live up to it himself. Besides, he was just buying himself time for Tam to return.

"And your partner is a fox woman, huh? Haven't fought any of them in a long time. This will be interesting." The captain said, looking at Tam's clone.

The youth unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the captain to gain his attention. "Before we begin, there's something I'd like to ask. Why the two on two?"

He had a bad feeling about the answer.

The captain smirked. "That's simple really. The easiest way to destroy a ship is to destroy the captain. I kill you and the GranEssex is mine."

He should've expected something like that. As much as he wanted to say something like "You'd then have to fight my mentor for it.", he knew that it would just be brushed off.

"That makes sense, but why exactly two on two? Why not just fight me one on one? If you wanted to take over the ship so badly, wouldn't that be much easier?"

The captain laughed. "It makes things more interesting wouldn't you say?"

"I mean, it does."

But he also felt there was something suspicious about this.

"Enough of the jabbering already, I'm getting bored here."

Meta was surprised by the source of the voice. It was Tam's clone, which should have been impossible since it couldn't talk before. All it took was one quick wink from the "clone" for him to realize the real Tam was back. He gave a slight smile before turning to the pirates.

"We've been doing nothing but talking the past couple of minutes and I'm sure you are getting bored of it as well. So how about we start?"

The captain only continued to smirk.

"In a hurry to die, are you? Krasp, show no mercy." He said to his subordinate.

"Unfortunately for you, I don't plan on dying today." The youth thought as he readied his stance.

The fight began with Tam dashing at Krasp.

"Don't underestimate me, amateur!" He yelled in annoyance and shot a laser blast at her.

It connected but instead of Tam falling down or flinching as expected, she exploded into a cloud of smoke. The smoke obstructed Krasp's vision, causing him to look around frantically. Then he was grabbed from behind by a familiar figure.

"Don't YOU underestimate me, amateur~!" She said, following up with a suplex.

Tam then started to walk away when Krasp stood up.

"Where do you think you're going!? Our fight has only begun!"

The fox girl only tilted her head.

"Really? I was pretty sure it just finished." She said while pointing down at something.

Krasp's eyes followed her finger to see a grenade lying at his feet. As soon as he tried to run away, the grenade went off. The explosion wasn't enough to kill him, but it was enough to knock him out.

"Score one for us~!" Tam exclaimed before turning her attention towards Meta's fight. She had already decided to let him try to win on his own, but the moment it looked he was going to lose, she would step in.

The youth was, to be blunt, struggling with this opponent. Zeo's body was incredibly durable as none of his sword strikes could hurt him. He didn't even have a single scratch! On the flipside however, he was far faster than Zeo expected. A few of his claw swipes came close to hitting Meta, but none quite hit their mark.

"You're not too bad, Meta, but play time is over."

Zeo pointed both of his claws at the youth and opened them up.

"Zebesian beam!" He yelled, firing a gigantic laser beam at him.

There was no way he could dodge this! At least not with his feet. He focused most of his mana into his eyes and locked onto Zeo's location. Meta teleported behind Zeo in an instant and pointed his sword at the captain's back. Lightning began to cover the blade then suddenly the lightning burst forward towards the defenseless Zebesian. Zeo quickly turned around and blocked the lightning with his claw.

"Nice trick."

The captain extended his claw forward and grabbed Meta's sword, snapping it in half. He then smacked the youth with the back end of his claw, knocking him onto the ground.

"Game over, kid."

Zeo aimed his open claw at Meta, only for him to disappear again. Instead of teleporting behind Zeo like before, he was now above him. He then landed on his head and placed his hands on the sides of Zeo's face, shocking him with more electricity. This time, the captain screamed in pain and tried to rip the youth off his head, only for him to quickly jump off. After that, Meta quickly understood that Zeo's head was his weak spot and focused the rest of his mana into his fist, creating a small tornado around it. Meta lunged forward and delivered a devastating uppercut to Zeo's face, knocking him out momentarily. However, he still kept his guard up in case he would be attacked suddenly.

"Is he going to get up? Are his subordinates going to attack? Just wait and see..." He thought to himself, eyes still sharp and completely focused.

Zeo slowly stood back up, glaring at Meta while doing so.

"The fight is over Zeo. As per the rules of our fight, you must now do what I say."

Zeo just laughed bitterly while struggling to hold up a communication device.

"Deal's off, kid! Alright, boys, take flight and attack that ship!" He yelled.

"I'm confused. Wouldn't it be hard to attack with a ship that doesn't exist?" Tam playfully asked while pressing a button.

Soon there was a large explosion in the distance. It was obvious to everyone there that it was the pirate's spaceship.

"What the hell?! How did you-!?"

"Did you really think we wouldn't see something like this coming?" Meta asked.

Whether the pirates were dumbfounded at that statement or still over their ship being destroyed, he couldn't tell, but it was a pleasant feeling to know that he outsmarted a group as ferocious as this. He then felt Tam touch his shoulder.

"Here, captain, it's a stub grenade. Throw it and let's get out of here!" She spoke cheerfully. He nodded before giving it a hard toss. The grenade exploded, taking the shape of a large "V for Victory!" shape.

"Tam, do you customize all of your bombs like that?"

"Yup! Aren't they cute?"

"In a strange way, yes. Never mind that, come on let's hurry back to the ship."

"Roger that, captain!" She said as they sprinted back to the ship before the flash could run out.

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While walking back, Meta felt exhausted. While he only got hit once, he was pretty sure that single hit crushed a bit of his insides. It was only thanks to his pain tolerance training and adrenaline that he was able to keep moving and fighting. He would really need to thank Kurabe when she got back. I'm order to get his mind off his exhaustion, he decided to ask Tam a few questions as she used some of her magecraft to quickly heal his injuries.

"Tam, what made you pursue the path of illusions and explosions? Did you have a particular reason for it, or did they just come to you naturally like with my skills with the sword and lighting?"

"Illusions, I had a natural talent for already. The explosives are a different story."

This caught Meta's attention immediately. "Please, continue."

The fox gave an amused hum upon hearing that.

"Well, it started when I first began training with sensei. You see, back then I wasn't good at fighting up close and I especially wasn't good with weapons. Swords, axes, lances, it didn't matter. I was horrible with using all of them. So, sensei made it her duty to help think of a way to help me fight that wasn't just relying on illusions." Tam paused to make sure Meta was still listening.

He nodded, as if asking for her to continue.

"Then one day we were on a mission, I forgot what it was, but that's not the important part. During the mission, we were in a town that was having some type of festival. We didn't stay long but we were there long enough to see the fireworks, and I was completely enamored by them! Sensei noticed that I was, too, which gave her an idea. She said "Tam, how do you feel about explosions?" ..."

"And that's how you decided to master explosives?" Meta finished.

"Essentially. After that day we experimented with all sorts of explosions. Regular grenades, ice grenades, stun grenades, smoke bombs, landmines you name it! Not only were they fun to use and packed a punch, but they also worked well with my illusions. It was like a match made in heaven~!"

"Yeah, they work amazingly well together! I wonder if my sword skills will get that good when I use magic?"

"Of course, they will! But here's one piece of advice, Meta. Don't rely solely on the skills you're good that, because one day, you'll fight an opponent that will counter you perfectly. That's why I still insisted on learning CQC, even if I'm not as skilled at is as others. Learn to branch out is basically what I'm saying."

He nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I'll see if I can ask sensei to help me with that."

"Y'know Meta, you're quite skilled in the air." She then added.

"The air... I know sensei told me about some kind of flight ability we can get through copying."

"Oh, I believe I heard about that as well. The Wing Copy Ability, I think it's called. Well, if you master that, it'd be a first, since not even she's mastered it!"

Admittedly, the youth was a bit shocked to hear that.

"Something not even sensei has mastered? I see, then I definitely have to try and master it now!" Meta said, allowing his excitement to take over.

Tam only giggled at this.

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After thirty minutes of walking, they finally returned to the GranEssex, where a majority of the students were waiting for them.

"Acting captain and vice captain, I trust everything went well?" One of them asked.

"Yes, they shouldn't be bothering us for a while." Meta replied.

This comment caused a couple of the students that were initially against him to talk amongst themselves.

"I can't believe he actually did it." "Maybe we were wrong about him?" "His strength is definitely genuine."

Meta tried to hide is smile at this. Though, of course, there were two people with different opinions.

"Please! I bet he just made Tam do all the work!" Merrick said while sneering.

The youth slightly glared at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, would you like me to defeat you in a duel once more?"

That shot him down immediately.

"For the record, Meta defeated the captain all by himself." Tam said in an unusually serious tone which caught everyone off guard. It was a tone of voice she only used when she told the truth, putting an end to all further debate about the subject.

"But if you still have your doubts and wish to fight me, be my guest. Otherwise, let's get ready for takeoff." Meta said.

Immediately, the students noticed there was something different about him. His words alone were enough to boost their morale and they wanted to follow him. In contrast, the youth himself seemed to be completely oblivious to this. As they all headed back inside, the youth was stopped by a Bukiset.

"Excuse me, Meta, but Vice Captain Mercury has requested your presence."

"M-Mercury has-!?" He uttered, slightly surprised. Then he nodded. "Ok, take me to her."

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Upon reaching the inside of Mercury's room, Meta noticed that she seemed to be feeling better than she did this morning, as she was able to transform back into her human form. Well... mostly, as she was only able to form the head and nothing else.

"Hello, Meta, I think I'm starting to get ahead of this illness." She said with a weak chuckle.

The youth himself gave a slight laugh. "I'm glad to hear that, Mercury. So, what do you want to talk about?"

"We were attacked by the space pirates, weren't we?" She asked cutting to the chase with a concerned look.

"Yes, we were. However, Tam and I already defeated them." He replied honestly.

"I figured, otherwise we wouldn't be talking right now. I'm sorry that you had to deal with so much on your first day as a captain, Meta. I should've been there to help you."

"I-it's alright, Mercury. Tam was very helpful, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." He quickly replied.

"That much is true and I'm proud of what you did. I just wish I was able to see it for myself." She said with a smile.

Instantly, Meta felt his face become hot.

"Well... if you like, I can ask if I could take command another time..." He uttered, rubbing the back of his head.

Mercury laughed at that. "I don't have an issue with that. Good luck getting Kurabe to agree with that, though. You know how she makes sure to give everyone an equal opportunity for this job."

"Even if I mention that you'd like to see it?"

The woman-blob just smiled. "That has a twenty percent chance of working, Meta. The fact is we'll just have to wait for the next time you become a captain."

"Very well. Hopefully it won't be too soon, though." He replied with a slightly exhausted sigh.

"Now get going, captain. Don't want you getting sick too."

The youth nodded in reply.

"Alright. Get well soon, Mercury." He said before making his way to leave her room.

"One more thing, Meta." She said, immediately stopping him in his tracks. "You did good today."

Somehow his face became even hotter than before.

"Thank you, Mercury..." he then quickly exited the room without another word.

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After leaving the room, he quickly shut the door.

"So, how's your girlfriend?" A familiar voice asked.

"She's doing fine." Meta answered without registering what he was actually asked. His face then turned a dark crimson. "Tam!"

The fox girl gave a slight giggle. "Awww... how sweet of you to worry about her like that! Just be sure to not tell sensei about it!"

Meta just shot her a glare, though he quickly regained his composure. "Speaking of sensei, I hope we hear from her soon."

"We probably will soon. She said that she'll be back tomorrow morning at the latest."

He sighed at that. For the time being, it seemed like everything was still in his care. "Hopefully we don't run into more pirates. I doubt the strategy we used would work more than once."

"Yep, but we can handle it, right?"

"Of course. Assuming there's even an it to handle."

Tam gave a smile. "That's right! I'm sure all the space pirates are too terrified of the apprentice of Kurabe the Unkillable to attack right now!"

Meta smiled. "You're probably right. Come on, we should probably get back to the command room."

"Aye, aye, captain!" She chirped as she followed him.

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The next day, Meta received a call from Kurabe, detailing how her meeting went and that'd she be returning in an hour. That hour had already passed, and he was eagerly awaiting her return within the main command room.

"Should it take this long for her to get back...?" He mumbled under his breath.

"Normally it doesn't, but I ran into an asteroid belt. There was so many of them if felt like they were multiplying." A voice said from behind him.

He turned around to, of course, see that it was Kurabe.

"Sensei, you're finally back!"

His mentor smiled in response. "I assume there was no other problems while I was gone?"

"Outside of the pirate attacks, everything has gone smoothly."

"So, no issues with the other students?"

"Other than Merrick and Sheba, no."

"Figures." She sighed. "Those two will never graduate at this rate."

The youth then gave her a quizzical look. "Sensei, why don't you just kick them off the ship? They both do more harm than good and aren't really that helpful."

"That's simple, Meta. It's my principle to never turn away or give up on a student. So those two will continue being my students until they graduate or they themselves choose to leave."

The youth gave a slight pout. While he wanted to oppose it, he did know that it was his mentor's own decision and that was final. Besides, it would likely also be met with a phrase along the lines of "you'll understand it when you're older".

His mentor then exhaled deeply.

"Well, anyway, now that I'm back, I'll be taking command back. How about you go get some rest, Meta? You don't look like you slept well." She said, concern apparent in her voice.

Admittedly, the youth had been tired and achy since last night, but he thought that was merely because of the fight with the space pirates.

"I do? Because I feel f-fin-fine-AH-CHOO!"

With a doubtful look on her face, Kurabe put a hand on his forehead.

"Meta, please get some rest. You have a fever."

Meta just looked dumbfounded as he stared at his mentor. He didn't even spend that much time with Mercury! Regardless of how it happened Meta couldn't disagree with the fact that he's probably sick.

"Tell you what, Meta. If you want, I can make you some tea and soup. That should help you feel better." She then said.

"If you don't mind. I'll be heading to my room then." Meta said with a cough.

"Of course." His mentor gave a smile before patting his head. "Get well soon, my little knight."

"I wouldn't get so close to me right now if I were you, sensei. But thank you." He said with a weak smile before quietly returning to his room.

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Omake (Bonus)

Mercury: "Hello Meta, how are you feeling?"

Meta: "Much better. Where's sensei?"

Mercury: "Yeah... about that."

(GranEssex Captain's Cabin)

Kurabe: "ACHOO! Damn my rotten luck..."

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Tam's Page on Toyhouse

Merrick and Sheba

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Libby Spotlight: Have a Good Laugh 

The Office BFFs by Jenna Fischer & Angela Kinsey

Receptionist Pam Beesly and accountant Angela Martin had very little in common when they toiled together at Scranton's Dunder Mifflin Paper Company. But, in reality, the two bonded in their very first days on set and, over the nine seasons of the series' run, built a friendship that transcended the show and continues to this day. Sharing everything from what it was like in the early days as the show struggled to gain traction, to walking their first red carpet—plus exclusive stories on the making of milestone episodes and how their lives changed when they became moms—The Office BFFs is full of the same warm and friendly tone Jenna and Angela have brought to their “Office Ladies” podcast.

A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson

Back in America after twenty years in Britain, Bill Bryson decided to reacquaint himself with his native country by walking the 2,100-mile Appalachian Trail, which stretches from Georgia to Maine. The AT offers an astonishing landscape of silent forests and sparkling lakes—and to a writer with the comic genius of Bill Bryson, it also provides endless opportunities to witness the majestic silliness of his fellow human beings.

For a start there’s the gloriously out-of-shape Stephen Katz, a buddy from Iowa along for the walk. But A Walk in the Woods is more than just a laugh-out-loud hike. Bryson’s acute eye is a wise witness to this beautiful but fragile trail, and as he tells its fascinating history, he makes a moving plea for the conservation of America’s last great wilderness. An adventure, a comedy, and a celebration, A Walk in the Woods is a modern classic of travel literature.

Adulting by Kelly Williams Brown

If you graduated from college but still feel like a student... if you wear a business suit to job interviews but pajamas to the grocery store... if you have your own apartment but no idea how to cook or clean . . . it's OK. But it doesn't have to be this way.

Just because you don't feel like an adult doesn't mean you can't act like one. And it all begins with this funny, wise, and useful book. Based on Kelly Williams Brown's popular blog, Adulting makes the scary, confusing "real world" approachable, manageable—and even conquerable. This guide will help you to navigate the stormy Sea of Adulthood so that you may find safe harbor in Not Running Out of Toilet Paper Bay, and along the way you will learn:

What to check for when renting a new apartment—not just the nearby bars, but the faucets and stove, among other things.

When a busy person can find time to learn more about the world (It involves the intersection of NPR and hair-straightening.)

How to avoid hooking up with anyone in your office—imagine your coworkers having plastic, featureless doll crotches. It helps.

The secret to finding a mechanic you love—or, more realistically, one that will not rob you blind.

You Can’t Be Serious by Kal Penn

You Can't Be Serious is a series of funny, consequential, awkward, and ridiculous stories from Kal Penn's idiosyncratic life. It's about being the grandson of Gandhian freedom fighters, and the son of immigrant parents: people who came to this country with very little and went very far—and whose vision of the American dream probably never included their son sliding off an oiled-up naked woman in the raunchy Ryan Reynolds movie Van Wilder...or getting a phone call from Air Force One as Kal flew with the country's first Black president.

"By turns hilarious, poignant, and inspiring" (David Axelrod, New York Times bestselling author), Kal reflects on the most exasperating and rewarding moments from his journey so far. He pulls back the curtain on the nuances of opportunity and racism in the entertainment industry and recounts how he built allies, found encouragement, and dealt with early reminders that he might never fit in. He describes his initially unpromising first date with his now-fiancé Josh, involving an 18-pack of Coors Light and an afternoon of watching NASCAR. And of course, he reveals how, after a decade and a half of fighting for and enjoying successes in Hollywood, he made the terrifying but rewarding decision to take a sabbatical from a fulfilling acting career for an opportunity to serve his country as an Obama White House aide.

[languages-i-guess-comic]

Hello tumblr!

After a really long while wanting to do this, LIG is finally on tumblr!! So, you might be wondering... What is Languages I Guess?

Well, LIG is an artistic and linguistic project I'm working on, and I have been for a while. It consists on making personifications, gijinka, out of languages, so I can tell their stories and make linguistics more approachable to everyone. Hetalia with languages, if you will.

My biggest lack here, though, is that I'm only a high school student, thus, not a linguist, and even though I know more than your average 16 year old, I still have a lot to learn. So, any correction or suggestion is welcome, as long as it's formulated with the right words!

Thank you all so much for the support on this adventure!!

[eddies-puppet]

Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

Chapter 21: Missing

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death

Word count: 1k

Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22

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Becca sat behind her desk, stretching her legs out beneath her desk as she looked out of the window at the snow falling outside.

It was now a few days after New Year and Becca was back at the university, prepping for lectures to start the following week.

The students had started to trickle back into their dorms and she could hear laughter outside of her window. She pushed herself from her seat, picking up her hot coffee from her desk and making her way across to the window. She looked down into the courtyard below, smiling as a small number of students threw snowballs at each other, one small girl using her taller friend as a shield from one particularly brutal throw.

She wrapped both hands around her mug, relishing it's warmth. The university building which held her office was one of the original university buildings. It was very old, but so was the heating in it, and despite the many layers of warm clothing she had piled on this morning, she could still feel the chill in the air.

She startled, pulling her vibrating cellphone from her jeans pocket, sighing disappointedly as she rejected the call. She'd been expecting Spencer but instead seemed to be getting sales calls from her cell provider.

She'd been trying to get hold of him for the last two days now. They'd been speaking every day since she arrived in England, but he seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. She'd also tried calling Emily without any joy, so she assumed they had flown out on a case somewhere.

Still, it was unusual for Spence to be out of contact for this long, and truth be known she was starting to worry.

Scrolling to her call log, she clicked on his name and raised her phone to her ear, sighing deeply as it rang out yet again and pushing her phone back into her pocket, sitting back down at her desk and turning her attention back to her lesson plan.

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Climbing out of the hot shower, Becca walked across the cold tiled floor to the bathroom sink, using her towel to wipe the condensation from the mirror. She looked at her reflection, pulling a brush through her long hair and pulling on her bathrobe before heading to the kitchen.

Her head was pounding from a long day staring at timetables and grading matrix's, and the last thing she felt like doing was cooking a meal, so instead she grabbed a microwave meal from the freezer, pushing it into the microwave.

She hopped up onto the counter, scrolling through her cell while she waited.

The microwave pinged and after putting the hot carton onto a plate and grabbing a can of cola from the fridge, she made her way to the lounge, collapsing down onto the deep couch cushions. She flicked the tv on, watching some Friends while she ate. She'd lost count of how many times she'd watched the whole ten seasons, and yet she could still watch them over and over.

After an hour or so, she could feel her eyes starting to drift shut, her head nodding gently as she fought sleep. She tried one last time to call Spence, again without any joy, before switching off the tv and taking herself off to the bedroom.

Hanging her bathrobe up on the back of the door, she pulled her pyjamas on and climbed under her duvet, moaning softly as her head sank into the deep pillows.

Spence crossed her mind again, so Becca grabbed her cell from the bedside table, quickly typing a message to the one person who would be guaranteed to have her tech with them even if they were out on a case:

'Hey Pen, hope you're good today! I miss you <3 Are the team out on a case? I've been trying to get hold of Spence but not getting any response, so just thought I'd check in with the font of all knowledge to put my mind at rest ;) Love you!'

She hit send, waiting for her cell to show the double tick that confirmed it had sent before she put her phone back down on the table and switching off the light, quickly drifting off to sleep.

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Becca groaned loudly, pulled hard from her slumber by her cell ringing loudly next to her head. She flicked on the bedside lamp, screwing her eyes tight as the bright light hit her.

She grabbed the phone and answered the call, putting the handset to her ear as she flopped back onto the pillow.

"Hello?" She whispered, her voice hoarse.

"Hey kitten," she heard a voice say softly on the other end of the line. Her eyes sprang open.

"Pen? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just..." Penelope hesitated.

"Something's wrong, or you wouldn't be calling me at," she paused, checking the clock. "Three thirty in the morning. What is it?" She finished, sitting up in bed.

"When I got your message, I couldn't get hold of the boy genius either, so I did a little digging," Penelope explained quietly. "It's Diana, Beck. She died a couple of days ago."

Becca's heart seemed to stop beating in her chest, and she swung her feet out of bed, running towards her desk, where her laptop lay.

"I'll be on the next flight, I'll text you the details."

[autisticlee]

Do you have any traumatic memories that you remember from being a autistic child in school?

sorry this took so long to respond to. had it in my drafts while trying to dive into the depths of my brain to pull out specific examples so I can reply with more than just "all the bullying, teasing, harssment, misunderstandings, being forced to talk when I couldn't, adults being unhelpful and punishing me for being bullied, fake friends abusing/manipulating me, and more, was all traumatizing." fished out as many specific memories as i can....

then the tumblr app crashed and I lost everything as soon as I finished writing all the details!!! 5 hours of work gone without warning. so had to do it again 😭😭😭😭 but with less details this time because i'm TIRED and cant be bothered or remember everything I typed the first time. i'm not fixing grammar and typos this time either 😭 I wrote a proper essay last time. this time just thought chaos.

disclaimer: i'm writing this to the best of my memory. memory is bad and fuzzy and plagued with dissociation so some things might be remembered a little wrong, a bit exaggerated, or missing some pieces. I tried my best!

also, some things might be just general bullying and not specifically because i'm autistic, but I attribute all bullying to being autistic, and all experiences are enhanced by being autistic, both good and bad. plus not able to speak, ask for help, advocate for yourself, and getting ignored or punished by every adult for being a victim is probably a direct result of being autistic and seen as top different to be treated correctly.

3rd grade (age 8) had a teacher that was funny and liked making students laugh. used me as butt of her joke once day, mocking and making fun of me for not being able to talk. whole class copied her. my once favorite teacher suddenly betrayed me. sent me into a meltdown where I lost control of muscles and fell off chair to the ground and sobbed under my desk. teacher told me to stop because it's just a funny joke. sent me to the principal because I didn't stop crying.

I think 7th grade (age 12) my teacher made it his personal mission to make me talk to him. all the kids told him I dont talk but he still wasted so much time trying to make me do it. he decided I was being rude and offensive to him specifically and took it way too personally that I didn't talk to him. once day he started keeping me in the class from lunch break. trying to force me to talk to him and saying I can't go until I speak to him. sat way too close and tried to force me to make eye contact. I tried to write on a paper and he didn't even read it. he just ripped it and said I will use my words. finally he gave up and let me go to lunch. but lunch ended and I had to go back to class as soon as I got to the cafeteria so I got no food that day. don't remember how many times ge did it but ot was more than once

always got sat next to girl who absolutely hated me. made rude comments every chance she got. would glare at me in the most evil way constantly like she wanted to rip my face off. don't know what her problem was or what she wanted but made me extremely uncomfortable. look at her from corner of my eye and she was doing it even when I ws ignorkng her. if I looked towards her she'd do it even more intensely and say a rude comment. didn't know what her problem was. she seemed to hate me so much. she creeped me out. teachers for some reason always sat me next to either her or the loudest most annoying kids and other bullies. they didn't care if it made school harder for me. also teachers always made us change seats every month and that was too much for my autistic brain that hates changes. I didn't get a choice. was very hard to deal with.

in kindergarten (about age 5) i had the best seat. I was in the corner away from most of the kids, only one kid was in front of me at my table, and I sat next to a support pole that helped me block out some sensory input by blocking some of the room lights and half the classroom. some girl one day decided she wanted my seat and threw a fit. the teacher asked me if I wanted to move and I said NO. I kept saying no. I refused. when I got up and came back the teacher was moving my stuff and the girl was in my seat! I was moved to the table with the loudest and most hyper annoying kids. seated in the middle of the table so I was surrounded by them. I was so unhappy and overstimulated but the teacher didn't care. the other girl got what she wanted but I couldn't get what I needed.

many many times when making new friends, their other friends would pull them away, shove me to the ground, and tell them they're not allowed to talk to me. but my "friend" still said i'm their friend, yet didn't tell their friends to back off. they never fought against it. but when away from their friends woukd tell me we are friends and want to talk to me and play with me. so got mixed signals of being told by my new friend to follow, but getting yelled at by their friends and pushed away. they would tell teachers on me that I was following and stalking them and i'd get screamed at. was so confused because i'm told to make friends by teachers but then told to stop making friends.....???

2nd grade (age 7) one example of last one. teacher lectured me about needing to talk to kids and make friends. teacher asked one girl to let me be her friend. she let me eat lunch with her. tried to get me to play at recess with her and her friends but they didn't let me. she apologized but said we are still friends but cant play together. didn't defend me or leave her friends to play with me. still tried to be her friend though. later that week her best friend came back after being sick for a few days. the best friend was upset about me and told her friend to stop talking to me. so she told me we can't be friends anymore but I still tried. so they started lying saying shes going to a different school next year. (which was like 10 months away?) I didn't give up so they told teacher. teacher yelled at me. was confused because teacher said week before to make friends with her and now saying can't be friends with her! because she's moving away and womt be here nect year. why was everyone else allowed to be friends with her until then except me? except this girl stayed at that school for the next 6 years. she never left. years later she reached out to me again saying we were very good friends the whole time through school....but this is the only memory I have of her...????? she ignored me after that. we weren't good friends at all.

many times kids convinced me to do bad things with them in order to be their friend. naive and lonely self did it. it didn't make them be my friends. it just got me in trouble but they get away with it and we're never punished like I was! one example: crawling under bathroom stalls and locking all the doors then crawling back out. some even told on me and denied they did anything.

1st grade (age 6) we were just learning to dead but sometimes were allowed to follow along in a text book the teacher read to us. once I missed the page number and looked at the kid next to me but couldn't see the have number because his arm blocked it. do I tried to flip through the pages quietly to find the page. the teacher stopped reading, yelled at me for "playing around" and took the book saying I can't have a book anymore. I put my head down in tears and she yelled at me to look at her the whole time. after that if we were allowed to have the books and I got one she always took it away from me.....I couldn't explain my situation because I couldn't talk 

3rd grade (age 8) had a substitute teacher one day. she was very mean and strict and grumpy. seemed like she hated children. made everyone read from text book one by one going in order. at my turn kids said I don't read and they always skip me but she said I have to. spent way too long yelling at me to read and lecturing me and said we won't move on until I read and if not then everyone gets punished so kids started yelling at me to just read. I finally managed to but could only get out a whisper. whole class was very silent and sub stopped harassing me. as soon as I finished she's like "well if you aren't going to read then we will skip you" ignoring the fact I read and she even listened???? I was confused. other kids were confused. she told kid after me to read and he started the next paragraph but she stopped him and told him to read mine. he said I already did but she said do it again anyway. I struggled painfully to speak and read out loud and fought with my dyslexia all for nothing!!!  

don't remember when this was but I was pretty young so between 5-7 probably. in gym class we had to line up alphabetical order then were split in half and had to line up at the walls on either side for attendance and for the teacher to explain what we were doing and stuff like that. I was at the end of my line. the kid next to me was very annoying and nasty and loved to harass me. he'd get in my face, scoot as close to me as he could, poke me and breathe on me and touch me and say weird things. I wasn't able to talk so couldn't ask for help. i'd scoot away little at a time and try to ignore the kid but he only got worse. when I scooted too far away out of my line, the teacher yelled at me. not him. only me. he lied once that I made him scoot down the wall put of line so he never got in trouble every time after. only I did. the teacher never cared the kid was bothering and harassing me and didn't even hide that he was doing it. only I got yelled at for being harassed by this little menace

3rd grade again, in art class we have a clay ceramics day. we had to make turtles. art was my favorite class and only thing I was good at. only time kids complimented me. my turtle came out perfect. I was so proud. teacher wanted us to go show her when we finished so she could make sure we did it right and mark a grade for it. while waiting on line a kid came up and said my turtle was really good. I smiled at him as a thank you and then he intentionally slapped it out of my hands and onto the floor flat as a pancake. I was shocked and stared at it. no one noticed him do it and thought I dropped it. I panic scraped it off the floor and tried to fix it but I couldn't. there was no time to start over. the teacher came up to me and asked to see it....told me I did it wrong and didn't follow directions and gave a bad grade.....😭😭😭 but I wasn't able to tell her what happened! 

i think it was the same kid as above. for a while after snack time every day when i'd try to throw my trash away, he sat in front of the trashcan and would wait until I threw away my trash to get up and get in my face or shove me and act like I ran into him or was in his place and he'd yell at me stuff like "go away freak! dont touch me!" I was confused why I wasn't sowed to throw my trash away and started storing it under my desk and waited until later.....

being forced to perform in the school play and basically begging many times to be able to work behind the scenes and help out with things, but being disliked so much that I was forced to perform on the stage under bright hot lights and wear heavy itchy costume and even had to wear makeup that irritated my skin. had to stand on stage and move around and kept feeling hot and nauseous but wasn't allowed to sit or take a break. had to remember all the directions and be able to pay attention to what everyone else was doing to be know the queue to do my job. had to do this for audience watching and didn't want t be perceived. the stage was small and all 60 kids had to be on the stage at once at some points. I kept getting yelled at and laughed at for not saying the lines I was given or not speaking loud enough if I wa able to whisper something out, until they finally gave it to another person and made me a background filler. it didn't make sense to me why I was singled out when the other 2 quiet and awkward (and obviously autistic) kids were allowed to be the stage helpers. I guess I was autistic-ing the wrong way? there was a girl who also didnt talk ever and people often compared me to her but she wasn't forced on stage or harassed to talk all the time. don't know why it was only me.

freshman year high school (age 14) I thought I made a friend. a girl in my class kept talking to me and didn't seem to care that I didn't answer back most of the time. everyone bullied her and thought she was weird and I felt bad because i'm treated the same way so I was nice to her despite her being a bit odd and trying to convince me to do bad things with her (drinking, drugs, smoking, partying). at the end if the school year we even skipper the last peprally together because we hate how loud they are. I tried to help her out and be friendly. I let her ramble for an hour straight about her favorite manga I knew nothing about. I thought we were friends, but she didnt give me a way to keep in touch over sunmer. summer went by and the next school year started. I saw her in the hall and said hi! how was your summer? and she ignored me. figured she didn't hear. went up beside her and waved and said hi again. she turned towards me and screamed as loud as she could GET AWAY FROM ME. whole hallway stopped and got quiet. everyone stared at me like I hurt her. she and her friends walked away quickly and everyone asked what I did to her. I still to this day don't have an answer to that....never spoke to her again. ignored her existence after that.

from kindergarten to 8th grade I had a total of 4 "friends" but 2 of them were actually abusive bullies. 1 was an absolute demon. very manipulative, abusive, gaslighting, lying, etc. she got the other one to join in and harass and torment me too by threatening their friendship if she didnt join in. they would torture me then would be nice the next day and apologize or act like nothing happened. a lot of stuff happend out of school and I can't remember what happened where so I won't get into soecifics becuase it was like 10 years of this and its too much and the memory has been eroded by time and dissociation, but it was a whole mess at all times with these two, but especially worse of the two. could never win and she always tried to make my life miserable in any way she could but then would pull me back in by being the nicest person ever and repeat the cycle. the other one copied her and did the same thing, but not as intense. I cried st school most days because of them. no one cared though. they never got in trouble for anything. one started a fist fight with me once. another time she clawed my arms and face up with her long sharp nails that she admitted to growing out specifically to attack me with. I fought back both times. I got in trouble for it. she got away with her lies. everyone insisted she was so sweet and innocent and perfect and I was the problem, but she was a demon who ruined my childhood. I had no other choices but befriend some if my bullies because every adult in my life lectired and screamed at me to make friends at school, when i'm in a class of 40-50 of the same kids for 10 years straight and they all hate, avoid, and/and bully me.

the other friend I had stopped being my friend because of my horrible bully friend. I befriended a mod who had no friends and wasn't liked because at first I felt bad for him. then I realized he reminded me of my cousin who just moved away. this cousin was like my twin brother and the best friend I ever had to this day. I decided this kid was his replacement.  a few years go by and he suddenly stops talking to me and starts ignoring me. I figured it's because he's now popular and has friends. found out years later from a girl from my class that everyone knew I "had a crush on him" except me lmao. my bully friend told him and the whole class I guess I "liked" him and he didn't like it so started avoiding me. I lost my cousin replacement because that girl was jealous because SHE was the one that liked him! growing up autistic AND aroace in this situation was a confusing revelation......

I think freshman year (age 14) I had the flu really bad. I get more sick than the average person for some reason. parents forced me to go to school sick. felt so bad I had to put my head down for it to be bearable. the teacher who was lecturing hated that and kept yelling at me to stop "sleeping" but I was too sick to sleep. gave up after a while and kept my head down and ignored him. he came over and slammed my desk and it was loud and hurt. he and the other teacher in the room escorted me out to the hall. they accused me of being on drugs and tried to get me to admit to it. I kept denying so they took me to the counselor. for the next couple hours I was interrogated and not believed. they asked what "drugs" I took and I assumed they meant medicine for my flu since it was obvious I was sick with how mamy tissues i used and my constant coughing/asthma attacks but they didn't notice I guess and that wasn't good enough and kept trying to play the good guys who wanted to help if I admit to taking illegal drugs and tried to make me confess. after letting me "think about it" for an hour and I still denied when they came back they called my mom and told her to come in to tall about my drug use and she came in and told them i'm sick and took me home.

one year in high school when I had to ride the bus home from school, i'd sit in the front to try avoiding the loud chaos in the back and middle. buses were nightmares for my autism after a day of school being a nightmare. I wanted to sit alone so i put my bag and feet up on the seat. some gross creepy kid decided he wanted to sit with me to harass me. he would throw my stuff on another seat or the floor and grab my legs and move them either to the floor or put them in his lap. i'd try to scoot away from him but was always pressed against the window. he'd get as close to me as he could, put his arm around me, touch me without consent, and even tried to kiss my face. i'd push him and kick him and he didn't give up. I looked at the bus driver with pleading eyes of "help me" while pushing this freak away and driver just laughed. this went on for a while before the kid finally got bored and gave up. the driver happened to be my grandpa's best friend so he had the audacity to be offended I wouldn't talk to him. why would I talk to someone that wouldn't help me get that weirdo off me 🙄

freshman year (age 14) I had a study hall. one day some big creepy guy decided to sit next to me. me moved my stuff off the chair and desk without asking. I just wanted to do homework and take a nap. he insited on talking to me. told me he was 19, 20 in a few months and is still in high school because he was held back 2 years. I tried to ignore him but he wouldn't leave me alone. he insisted on asking me questions. normal ones at first. like name, age, favorite class, favorite color. I decided to answer a few to see if he'd leave since ignoring didn't work. after a few answers he took put a notebook and pen and started writing down my answers. that made me super uncomfortable. so I stopped answering. his questions got more personal like siblings and their names? where do I live/address? phone number? and he'd try to guess my answers and observe my face to see if he was right and make up his own answers for me. because I refused to give anything more. his questions got more invasive. he asked if I have my "v card" but I was confused. he eventually said it means am I a virgin. that made me extremely uncomfortable. he continues, asks bra size. asks what kind of underwear I wear. when I didn't answer that he said he'd just figure it out himself and stuck his disgusting hand up my skirt! I got up immediately and tried to get my sruff so I could sit somewhere else but the teacher yelled at me to sit down. dropped my stuff and went to try to tell the teacher. he told me ignore the guy and go sit back down. asked if I can go to the bathroom and he said no. so I was stuck with that creep. the teacher supervising tbe study hall was also tbe same one yelling at me for "sleeping" in his class and accusing me of using drugs because I was very sick.

(I had 21 befroe the app crashed so i'm missing a couple stories but cannot remember which ones 😭 I hate the tumblr app. it's so broken)

that's all I can remember for now. digging these up was exhausting and took way too long. Hopefully this is what you wanted anon!

I know to neurotypicals and maybe even ND allistics, possibly other autistic people as well, most of these might seem dumb and not trauma worthy at all. but when you are struggling with no help or support at all, don't know what's going on ever, can't speak to advocate for yourself, aren't ever believed or listened to when you try, etc. all these things piling up daily, one after another, becomes an ongoing trauma experience that causes life-long cptsd 😭

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Chapter 14: Wessman School of Arts, 2019

Note: You can read the finished version on Quotev, but for Tumblr, I'd like to upload the chapters one by one.

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That’s why she and Zach went to the same schools. That’s why she’s here in this school. She told me she knows the family well. She told me I should give up on Zach because she knows he is just using me to get the hour hand. She doesn’t work for Mr. Philipps. Charlotte Meyer, my roommate, works for the Stratmanns.

I slowly took a step to the side, tightening my grip to the hour hand, now complete. My breath shivered as I watch her do the same. We were like dancing tango—two people watching the other’s actions closely, ready to jump. I took another step, and another, and another, and I quickly opened the window.

The next few seconds went like a daze. All I felt was the wind, blowing past me, sending my hair dancing. I felt like flying. No, I am actually falling. From the window pane. How else would I escape? Zach was probably on the other side of the door.

I glanced below my feet to see where I’d land, not caring if I’d still live afterwards. I saw some bushes, trimmed into squares and cones. I silently thanked the gardeners as I feel myself land on a bed made of leaves. I landed on top of a square trimmed bush. I quickly sat up, not bothering to clean myself, and searched for the nearest window.

I saw a marvelous row of gigantic windows. It’s the library. I quickly ran to the windows and peeked inside. I need to find someone I can trust. I banged the window ala Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate, screaming, “Miss Mansfield!” I did this a couple of times, until the woman’s eyes finally landed on me.

I raised the hour hand, showing it to her through the thick transparent glass. The woman’s eyes grew wide as she removed her spectacles, slowly getting up from her seat. I banged once more, urging her to go faster. She sensed this, as she practically dashed to the window to open it for me to climb on.

“Never in my life,” she began as she helped me get inside, “Did I think I will ever see the hour hand.”

In the background, I see Sara Choudhary slowly get up from her seat, leaving her open books on the table, her eyes set on the hour hand.

“Miss Mansfield,” I began, panting, “I need to get to Mr. Philipps’ office from here without getting seen.” She knows what I meant.

“Sara,” she said, turning to the Indian girl who is now right behind her, “Phone Mr. Philipps and tell them we’ll go there through the passages. Iris has the hour hand.”

Sara just nodded as she typed away on her phone, dialing Mr. Philipps. “Iris has the hour hand,” I heard her say, “We’re coming to you through the passages from the library.

Just as she had finished speaking, Miss Mansfield has pulled us to an aisle lined with tall wooden bookshelves. Her grip on my arm is never loosening as she pulled me further into the end of the aisles, to a door labelled “Janitor’s Closet”. She quickly opened the door and motioned us inside. She took one last glance to the other students in the library, making sure we remained unseen, then closed the door.

At one corner, we saw a small door. Miss Mansfield kneeled down and crawled inside. I quickly followed after her and Sara last. The passage was clean, to be honest. And as if reading my mind, Miss Mansfield said, “I use this to easily go to the headmaster’s office.”

The library isn’t quite far from Mr. Philipps’ Office. There is actually just one room that are in between them, which was the school clinic. We took a right from our entry point, then a left. In the outside, it would be the corner. We took another right, and I can assume this is the wall that divides the library and the school clinic.

What amazed me is that, when we turned, there is a narrow descending stairs. The school has a basement too? Miss Mansfield headed downstairs, with me and Sara behind her. In addition to being clean, these halls are very well lit with lightbulbs in place of torches. I guess the teachers use these halls a lot.

We arrived at the bottom of the stairs. On our left was a wooden door, thinner that those upstairs. Miss Mansfield pushed the door open to reveal a den, with several couches on a carpeted stone floor. There were some lamps. What amazed me is the portrait that is hung on the wall—it’s the Velvets. They did pay respect to the original owners.

“It’s the teachers’ lounge,” Miss Mansfield said with a giggle. I had little time to admire the den beneath the school clinic, as she had led us to another set of stairs, going up this time. Once up on the stairs, we saw a door small door on the right.

One by one, we crawled out of it and were welcomed by leather shoes and a brown coat. Mr. Philipps was standing by the door, waiting for us. He already had the blinds of his office drawn. As soon as I got out of the tiny door, he offered his hand for support.

“It wasn’t sarcasm, then,” I began as he pulled me from the floor.

“What is?” he egged me to continue.

“When you asked Zach if he’s related to Eldric Mortimer.”

“It wasn’t,” he replied as he helped Sara up.

“You could have just denied him entrance to the school,” Miss Mansfield said, leaning on the desk, crossing her arms over her chest.

“His family threatened me that they’d tell the police that it was my ancestors that killed the Velvets for money,” he answered, eyeing the now whole hour hand. “Since in the will, it states that all their wealth will go to the last living relative, which is us. Marion was Arthur’s sister,” he said to me, “We’d be cleared out of the will by the Slayer Rule. And according to the will once again, if no relative will step forward, the entire property will go to their closest friends.”

“The Mortimers,” Miss Mansfield finished for Mr. Philipps, nodding in understanding.

 “The only thing I can do then,” he continued to speak as he stepped forward and slowly took the hour hand from me. I handed it to him without a slight tinge of hesitation, he’s a relative of the Velvet, and I know now that he doesn’t mean ill will. “Is to make sure Zach won’t ever lay his hands on the hour hand.”

He took a moment to admire the hour hand, now finally complete. He then carefully handed it back, and continued to speak, “Hence, I formed this team.” He motioned to Miss Mansfield and Sara, his band of spies.

Mr. Philipps peeked through the blinds of his office. He watched the normal student chaos on the halls. He nodded, thinking something to himself probably. Then, he made for his table with Miss Mansfield going out of the way. He reached for the intercom, pressed the button, and began to speak, “Attention, students of Wessman School, this is your headmaster speaking. Classes are suspended for the rest of the day.”

“Why’d you do that?” I asked as he walked away from the intercom, listening to the students outside as they all shouted in glee.

“To lessen the risk of casualties,” he replied in a dead tone. And with a half-smile, he added, “Do you honestly think the Stratmanns would make it easy for us?”

I jumped at the sound of the door as it hit the wall with a bang. “Zach’s parents are here! I heard Iris has completed the hour hand!”, a familiar black boy said.

“Charles?” I said, in disbelief.

Charles gasped at the object in my hands. He walked closer to me. He was chuckling as he took the hour hand from my hands. He held it out and created a red glow in the office with the light that reflected from the ruby. “Miss Gardner,” Mr. Philipps began, “I would like you to meet my fourth spy, Mr. Charles Andrews.”

“I was tasked to watch you from up close,” Charles said as he handed the hour hand back to me. “I am Mr. Philipps’ grandchild.”

Charles and I exchanged smiles. Saying I’m overwhelmed is a total understatement; I just can’t believe everything I had learnt today. I cannot believe that my two best friends are descendants of the two great powerhouses in the 1800s.

“He protested against using ‘Christina, help us’ as my distress signal in the cellar,” Charles said smilingly. I flashed back to that moment in the cellar, when we realized we were locked inside. “He said it was foolish.”

“It was,” Mr. Philipps said from one corner, arms crossed.

“It gave them a good scare,” Charles said as he glanced at his grandfather, his mouth forming a smile.  

“We need to get out of here now,” Mr. Philipps broke our sudden moment.

“We need to hide the hour hand,” I said as we prepared to leave.

“No,” Mr. Philipps said, “I’ve been devising a plan for a decade now, for when the time came that the hour hand was found.” He glanced at me as we start to march out of the room, “We return it to whom it came from. To end this whole thing once and for all.” He held the office door open and motioned us to follow him outside.

“The deity,” I said, glancing to the left and right, to make sure the hallways are fully deserted.

“In the lake,” Charles continued for me. “Where is that, Miss Mansfield?” He turned to the librarian to ask; as she probably have read it.

“The Five Great Lakes,” she began as we walked the now dark halls of Wessman, with only the wall lights to illuminate the space, “It’s at that point where Lakes Superior and Huron met.”

Sara tapped on her phone real fast, probably to Google for the distance from North Carolina to Michigan. Her tapping created a faint echo. “That’s more than a thousand miles from here,” she said as she lowered her phone to look up at Mr. Philipps.  

We were at the main hall of Wesmman when Mr. Philipps stopped in his tracks. I peeked over his towering figures, and saw two people, standing in front of the doorway. I can barely see their faces as they stand against the light.

Thanks to the early suspension of classes, the halls are now clear. All that’s left are us; the headmaster and his grandchild, the librarian, the math prodigy, me with the hour hand, and the two seemingly well-dressed couple at the other end of the hall.

“Hello, Humbert,” the man said with a British accent, “I came to pick up my son, but now I am thinking of hitting two birds with one stone.” He glanced at me, specifically, on the hour hand.  

I tightened my grip around the silver object. Mr. Philipps straightened himself, standing on guard for me. “You plan to change an event that’s happened centuries ago, Thomas!” Mr. Philipps practically shouted. “One act, hell, just one small change will destroy this timeline! This school wouldn’t exist.” He stopped for a few seconds, he seemed to be hesitating, “You might not exist! Haven’t you thought of that?”

“The timeline is supposed to be our families being richer!” Thomas von Stratmann shouted back. “Humbert, I am simply placing things back to what they’re supposed to be!”

Miss Mansfield grabbed me by the arm and started to pull me slowly, as Mr. Philipps began to step forward. Tension can really be felt in the deserted main hall of Wessman. Marion and Eldric’s blood and flesh are facing off again nearly two hundred years later, like they did, in the clock tower in 1845.

“Forget about that, Thomas!” Mr. Philipps’ voice echoed throughout the halls. “I am thinking about this timeline; this very moment; us very people here, right now! WE MIGHT NOT EXIST! Our goal is to make sure that this timeline would exit so that we could exist!”

Miss Mansfield pulled me, more like yanked me. “Come on!” she shouted as she pulled me to run to the other direction, knowing that that conversation would lead to nothing.

I immediately started on my heels, looking back once more to see the Stratmanns run after us, with Mr. Philipps grabbing onto Thomas to stop him. The two had a fist fight. Meanwhile, Zach’s mother continued to run after us, leaving the two men go against each other.

“You just go,” Charles said, running to face off with Zach’s mother. I halted to stop him, but Miss Mansfield continued to pull me with her. Charles noticed, so he gave me a reassuring smile, and I reciprocated, but I still didn’t avert my gaze as I continued to run.

Charles jumped onto Mrs. Stratmann, tackling her and pinning her on the ground. On the distance, Mr. Philipps was pushed back and he fell into the ground. Thomas started to run to the aide of this wife.

“Let her go!” he angrily shouted at Charles. And for the next moment, all I know was echoes. One loud sound that resonated on the empty halls at Wessman, leaving birds flying away, and my good friend Charles with red on his shoulder. Thomas shot Charles on his shoulder.

Mrs. Stratmann pushed Charles off of his wife, and started to run in pursuit of us. I saw Mr. Philipps run to his grandchild, and pulled out his phone to call the ambulance.  

I reluctantly continued to run. I can feel tears starting to form in my eyes. I cannot see where we’re going to; I’m just relying on the librarian for direction. My friend was shot, all in the name of an hour hand. 

“Let’s go through the back door,” Miss Mansfield said in between breaths, “Through the kitchen.”

I let my feet create a quick tap-tapping sound as I treaded the floor, one foot after the other, Miss Mansfield before me and Sara after. I bumped on Miss Mansfield who has suddenly halted, her arms blocking my path. I stopped to glance at what she’s looking at.

On the other side of the hallway, the one that leads to the dining hall, stand my roommate, Charlotte, and the least person to have the hour hand, Theodore Isaac von Stratmann. The two were standing side by side, as straight and tall as they could, blocking the hall.

This was the first time I saw Zach after I learnt that he is a Mortimer. It was like meeting him all over again. That nice gentleman who always insisted on carrying my things, made sure I’m comfortable, and took care of me is gone; all that’s left is a man of tall figure, looming over me and with wavy black hair.

The light from the open doors cast a shadow on the floor, further emphasizing Zach’s tall figure. I took a step backwards, preparing to run for the other side, but I saw the two shadows approaching the turn. It’s Zach’s parents. I am cornered; we are cornered.

“Iris,” Zach began, his now dark voice echoing throughout the deserted hallways, “Just hand over the hour hand. After all, I was the one who led you to where it was.”

Miss Mansfield stood in front of me to block Zach, but I gently pushed her away. I started to walk forward, eyeing Zach with no plans of averting. It’s time I face him. “Your father shot Charles,” I said, gritting my teeth out of anger, “I thought I’d let you know.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Charlotte give Zach a concerned look, but he is unbothered. He didn’t flinch. He continued to give me a death stare.

I started to run towards his direction. Just as he raised his arm to grab the hour hand, I went to my knees and slid across the floor and in between him and Charlotte. I heard him grunt, as he missed me. I quickly stood up, slipping several times before being able to fully stand and run. I didn’t bother to look back. I cannot afford that. I just heard Miss Mansfield and Sara try to stop Charlotte. I quickly ran step after step until I felt something grab my hair, pulling me back. I shrieked as I hit the floor, my scalp hurting as I was being pulled backwards. I felt familiar hands grab me from behind; one on my hair and the other on my neck.

“Hand it over,” Zach said, tightening his grip on my neck.

I clutched the hour hand harder as struggled to breathe. I kicked and kicked as hard as I could as I was strangled, but still tightened my grip on the hour hand. I felt one hand leave my scalp and start to pull the hour hand. No, I can’t let him have this. Without hesitation, I elbowed Zach and he fell back. I took this opportunity to run, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back, sending me to the floor as well.

I grabbed at the smooth floor and started crawling, kicking to make Zach let go of my ankle. He didn’t. I kicked harder and harder and harder until I hit his eye. This finally made him let go. I started to stand again but he pulled me back once more, my chin hitting the floor. I felt myself get dragged and spun around. I felt Zach climb over me, settling my body in between his legs and pinning me down. He started to pull the hour hand. I tightened the grip at it even more.

“Let go!” Zach said as he pulled harder.

“I can’t let you erase this timeline!” I shouted as I started to use one hand to push him off.

Zach raised one arm and swung at me, hitting me on my nose. I felt my face go numb for a second, then felt blood spill from my nose. I started to cry.

“Zach, please,” I whispered in between tears. I looked up and was met with dark eyes, brooding with violence. He swung his hand once more, and hit me on the lips this time. The metal-like taste of blood start to fill my mouth. 

I felt my grip loosen as I weaken from Zach’s punches. Zach finally stood up, and pulled the hour hand from my grasp, and I was too weak to pull it back. I weakly spun around, and started to get up, struggling to do so. I felt my face go numb. I weakly but quickly pushed myself up with shaking arms and jumped on Zach who is now beginning to walk away. I grabbed onto him from behind, wrapping my hands around his neck strangling him this time.

With a scream, he ran backwards and slammed me on the wall, making me lose my grip. He picked me up with my hair again, my scalp burning in pain as it was the only thing carrying my whole weight. And Zach did what I never expected him to do; he drew my head back, and with one strong push, he slammed my head onto the wall. And the next thing I knew was darkness.

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La Chimère het 'n sekere aantal minderjarige skrywers kom onthul; en dit is uit hulle werke dat kritici die teorie van die teater van stilte afgelei het»¹¹; teorie wat, om die waarheid te sê, die skrywers self verwerp het. Die ster van Gaston Baty se vertonings was Marguerite Jamois. Dit is met die oë wat hy opsê en, indien moontlik

sê, op die lippe. Onder sy oë, waarin die getye oorstroom, is sy mond soos 'n liggende golwe,

wat fladder om te ontsnap, om te lewe.

Vir my is dit in Die Dibbuk dat Marguerite Jamois haar groot skepping gemaak het. Die onderwerp van hierdie toneelstuk is bekend. ’n Jong teologiestudent word gedwing om af te skei van die vrou wat hy liefhet en wat teologies vir hom bestem was. Die student sterf die oomblik wat hy op die punt is om sy geheim te openbaar, en die manier waarop dit alles gebeur, kan hom laat glo dat hy reeds dood is wanneer hy sy geheim openbaar. Op die oomblik van die dood begin sy gees dwaal, en hy kom inkarneer in hierdie vrou; en in 'n buitengewone toneel praat Marguerite Jamois met die stem van die man wat terugeis wat vir hom bedoel was, dit is sy vrou.

Ek het Jamois in byna al haar optredes gesien. Ek het haar sien optree, oë toe en mond toe, toe wesens. In hierdie werk beliggaam sy 'n wese wat in homself opgesluit is, maar wat uit die diepte van homself praat; en die stem waarmee hierdie wese sy eiendom geëis het, is een van die verskriklikste dinge wat ek nog gehoor het

Gaston Baty het 'n teaterteorie. Vir hom is die teks, anders as Copeau se opvattings, nie meer as een van die elemente van die toneel nie, en lig speel sy rol in die geheel. Maar wanneer 'n mens die vertonings sien wat deur Gaston Baty opgevoer is, lyk dit nie of hy nog daarin geslaag het om sy konsepte ten volle te verwesenlik nie.

As in die teater die teks nie alles is nie, as selfs die lig ewe 'n taal is, beteken dit dat die teater die idee van 'n ander taal bewaar, wat die teks, die lig, die gebaar, die beweging, die geraas gebruik. Dit is die Woord, die geheime woord wat geen taal kan vertaal nie. Dit is op 'n manier die taal wat verlore geraak het na die val van Babel. Hierdie taal, hierdie verlore taal, hierdie soort antieke waansin, hierdie duizelingwekkende utopie, het sommige mense in Frankryk gedink hulle kan in die teater herontdek.

Gaston Baty het met Maya, The Dibbuk en onlangs met Crime and Punishment, van die beste

openbare suksesse van naoorlogse teater in Parys¹2

In 1923 het Jacques Hébertot in sy cité du théâtre, in Parys, laan Montaigne, vier avant-garde regisseurs bymekaargebring: Louis Jouvet, Gaston Baty, Georges Pitoëff en Komissarzhevsky. In dieselfde tydperk het dit asiel gegee aan die Russiese ballette, die Sweedse ballette en aan The Bride and Groom of the Eiffel Tower, deur Jean Cocteau¹³; tot musiek sowel as tot die avant-garde skildery van die jare 1920-26. ’n Mens kon stelle [dekore] sien deur Picasso, Georges Braque, Othon Friesz, André Derain, Giorgio de Chirico, en selfs deur Surrealiste soos Max Ernst en Joan Miró. Die Surrealistiese groep het in opstand gekom teen wat dit 'n verraad van Surrealistiese skilderkuns noem, en in 'n onvergeetlike skandaal het hulle Max Ernst en Joan Miró¹ aangeval. Vanuit die galerye het ons veelkleurige skoenlappers sien skarrel en hulle daarvan beskuldig dat hulle suiwer digters verraai. Daar is gesien hoe Aragon skree met 'n yslike spoed, hardloop soos 'n mal man, met die risiko om te val, op die borswering van die bokse, op die derde verdieping. En soos 'n kleed het 'n ontsaglike swart lap op die kaal skouers van die dames van die aristokrasie geval.

In dieselfde tydperk, op die tweede verdieping van die teater, het Georges Pitoeff Liliom, deur François Molnar, en The One Who Gets Slapped, deur Andreev opgevoer. En Komissarzhevsky stel Čapek se R.U.R., die robotte, bekend. Georges Pitoëff het hom in 1919 in Parys bekend gemaak met The Fallen, deur Lenormand, en 'n Ierse toneelstuk,

Die skelm van die Weste.

Op die gebied van opvoering het Pitoëff se onthullings oor beligting en atmosfeer gegaan. Danksy hom is Russiese werke, The Power of Darkness, deur Tolstoy, en oom Vanya, deur Chekhov, vir die eerste keer in 'n eg Russiese atmosfeer aan die Franse publiek vertoon¹5. En vir die eerste keer het Georges Pitoëff die gevoel van ’n akteur wat met sy eie lewe speel en gereed is om dit te gee na die Franse verhoog gebring. Maar die groot openbaring van Pitoëff se teater was, onbetwisbaar, Ludmilla Pitoëff. Wie doen nie

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hy het Ludmilla Pitoëff sien huil voor Liliom se lyk, hy weet nie wat dit beteken om te huil nie, nie net op die verhoog nie, maar in die lewe. Ludmilla is 'n siel waarin die lewe hartklop.

Louis Jouvet, wat 'n akteur by Copeau was en wat onder meer geweet het hoe om outentieke geweld te kweek

as akteur het hy deur Hébertot 'n teater van verhoogtegniek aangebied; daar is niemand, soos Jouvet, wat die toneel terselfdertyd as akteur, regisseur, argitek en elektrisiën ken nie.

Later kon Jouvet sy eie teater stig, en vandag die styl van scenografie en

van beligting à la Jouvet is bekend in Parys en oor die hele wêreld. Louis Jouvet se groot teatrale ontdekking was Jean Giraudoux wat van 'n gesofistikeerde en gestileerde skrywer in 'n gestileerde en gesofistikeerde dramaturg verander het. En almal wat 'n smaak het vir gimnastiek

vernietheid en salto's van denke, sal plesier skep in die toneelstukke van Giraudoux¹6.

In 1925, 'n jaar wat blykbaar noodlottig vir die teater was en waaruit 'n hele wêreld sal ontstaan, het 'n geheimsinnige man verskyn, wat in kamers sonder meubels gewoon het en wat later "die derwisj" genoem is, omdat hy beweer het dat hy spandeer het. baie jare in die sy lewe onder die derwisje van die Kaukasus.

By geleentheid van die herlewing van Pelléas en Mélisande, deur Maeterlinck, in 'n skilderagtige toestel deur Lugné-Poe¹", was ek verras deur 'n buitengewone beligtingstelsel, waarin die lig werklik leef, het ek gevoel, dit 'n reuk afgee, dit is omskep in 'n soort van 'n nuwe karakter, en die laaste bekommernis van die "derwisj" was blykbaar dié om lig aan sy tonele en sy akteurs te gee.

'n Lig wat nie verlig nie en waaruit 'n sterk reuk blyk te kom, daar is - het ek gedink - 'n gees daar binne

skaars.

En een aand, in 'n kafee, 'n honderd meter van die teater, het ek myself voor 'n woedende karakter bevind, met 'n groot snor, sy gesig gedraai soos 'n wingerdstok, wat elke vraag wat hy gevra het, met beledigings beantwoord het.

geplaas is.

En te midde van hierdie beledigings het 'n vreemde idee van die natuur en van die lewe van tyd tot tyd gelyk. "Salzmann, vertel hulle my, is die skrywer van die beligtingstyl wat jou so beïndruk het." [So ek het hom daarvan vertel.]18

"Sal jy glo, het hy geantwoord, dat hierdie imbesiele nie kon sien dat daardie lig sensitiwiteit vir hulle was nie, dat daar geen lig sonder sensitiwiteit is nie?" En vir meer as drie ure, stap van die Pia de l'Alma na die Gare Saint-Lazare, het ons saam met

praat een verskriklike Februarie-aand...

Vir hom was daar net idiote. Die lewe, in die gedagtes van die hedendaagse mensdom, was maar 'n vae idee. En die manne van die teater was die mees idioot van almal. “Daardie donker ligte wat haar getref het, het sy vir my gesê, hulle vind te donker. Dit is dat hulle nog nie by 'n idee uitgekom het wat beter is as dié van die vyf sintuie nie: reuk, smaak, aanraking, sig en gehoor. Asof die teater nie gemaak is om die wêreld van die sintuie te oortree nie. Die lewe van die sintuie, ons leef dit daagliks. As die teater ons nie help om onsself te kruis nie, wat sal dit help!.....

En ek praat toe met hom oor 'n verlore taal, en wat deur die teater herontdek kon word. Sy antwoord was dat poësie, die werklike een, en nie die poësie van digters nie, die geheim van hierdie taal bewaar, en dat sekere gewyde danse nader aan die geheim van hierdie poësie kom as enige ander taal.

Salzmann was 'n ingenieur, argitek en uitvinder. Hy het op die verhoog van die Théâtre des Champs-Élysées 'n soort ligte boog gebou wat nie minder nie as sestigduisend lampe dra. Salzmann is verlede jaar in Switserland dood aan keelkanker¹⁹.

Maar sedertdien kon beligtings in die styl van Salzmann op die tonele gesien word, waarin 'n sekere manier om die lig te manipuleer, asof 'n kleurorrel gespeel word, wat ook in beligting voorkom.

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