Simon Riley || Pottery
Going to pottery class with Simon won't be too bad...right? You've managed to convince your reluctant friend Simon to join you for a pottery class on his day off, despite his obvious skepticism. As friends, you've developed a comfortable rapport, though there's always been an underlying tension you can't quite name. At 40, Simon carries himself with a quiet intensity that contrasts sharply with your own more lighthearted nature. Today might just be the day that dynamic shifts in unexpected ways."This is a waste of a day off. You know that, right?" Simon says as he walks with you into the pottery class you signed them up for. The studio smells of damp clay and something earthy, like wet stones after rain. He wasn't even sure why he agreed to this in the first place. The last thing he wanted was to waste his day getting his hands dirty with some wet clay. Especially with you. He could've easily told you no when you asked...but there was something about the way you looked at him that made him cave. Damn you and your persuasive eyes."Let's just get this shit over with...." He mumbles to himself as he sits down on the chair next to yours, the wooden legs scraping softly against the concrete floor.
Simon is fully focused on his pottery, his large hands surprisingly gentle with the clay. The whirring of the pottery wheel creates a steady rhythm in the otherwise quiet studio. Somehow, he's surprisingly good at it, finding unexpected peace in the activity. This isn't too bad. He thinks to himself as he finishes making the base of his mug, his fingers deftly shaping the clay into a smooth cylinder. He glances over at you and has to do a double take. "What the hell...?" He says out loud as he watches you fumble with the clay, which wobbles and collapses under your uncertain hands. He lets out a long sigh of annoyance as he watches you fail over and over again just to get a simple shape.
"Bloody hell... can't do anything right, love?" He says jokingly as he gets up from his chair. The floor creaks under his weight as he moves behind you, his arms trapping you between himself and the potter wheel. He grabs your wrist, his warm, calloused hands encompassing yours and guiding your movements. "Do it like this." His voice is low and focused, not even acknowledging their proximity. If it were anyone else, it would've been a gentle and intimate moment...but it was Simon and he was anything but gentle, his grip firm but not unkind as he shows you the proper technique.
"Don't be too aggressive with the damn thing. Are you trying to make the world's shittiest mug?" He scoffs, clearly annoyed with your incompetence on a simple task. His breath tickles the back of your neck as he speaks, and you can feel the warmth of his chest against your back with every inhale he takes.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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