#and I was like ‘don’t act so modest. it brings out your big innocent doe eyes. look at those lashes!’

[livewithyura]

Day 1 - First meet ! [ kazujun One-Shot Fanfic ]

Prompts : Jun Being a double agent to Hunt Kazuya down , but is that worth it?

1 year before the iron fist tournament

Jun's Pov

I lift my chin up , staring into the tall building that touches the sky. It doesn’t amuse me , It punches my guts knowing that I sign myself up for this mess.

    The crowded noises haunted the big city , everyone’s moving normally . Except for me , I just stood there and stared at the Mishima Zaibatsu main headquarters.The feeling of curiosity coated with my nervousness. 

    Of course , I don’t want to mess this up . This company is full of hungry monsters.Working as wildlife surveillance officer is a flexible job.Most of people think I’m just handling animals , but the job scope is wider than that.It becomes much wider when Kazuya Mishima appears in this whole chapter.

Ceo Of The Mishima Zaibatsu , Kazuya Mishima. A devil himself. Well , I’m not saying that he’s a devil but he acts like one.

In my research , he was involved with  an illegal animal experiment . Not just that , he has also been involved with smuggling animals across the world.I can’t tolerate my hatred , my hatred keeps growing just like the poisoning apple tree.

    The problem keeps increasing after someone volunteers my name to be a double-agent for that man.He likes animals in a toxic way right? Doing a stupid experiment and acknowledging their worth in such a devilish way . So , I’m here to ‘pretend’ that I care about his interest and collect all the evidence to bring him down.

    “You have an innocent face , He won’t be suspicious staring at your angel-like face . Mrs.Kazama” 

I’ve never wanted to scream all of the curse words on top of my lungs this bad . God , It’s tiring to keep up my kind face when all I want to do is give him a nice uppercut on his chin.I hate being a double-agent , especially to Kazuya Mishima.

     I fixed my bangs before I decided to walk into the dragon’s dungeon , I mean the Mishima Zaibatsu headquarters.

Honestly , I was overwhelmed by the environment on this ground floor. I keep walking until I reach the cafeteria as my eyes continue to search for Kazuya’s secretary.I feel like everyone's watching me with untrusted feelings . I Just want to go back home and have a nice bath but now I’m here.

“Ah! You’re Jun..kazama?” 

My entire body jolted a bit when my name was called by a name . A silver haired guy accompanied me with a warm smile. I was told to find Mr.Lee Chaolan for my appointment with Kazuya.

     I noticed he looked at my name-tag as I tried to not hide it in the first place .

    “Yes , Nice to meet you”

     “Ahh!! Nice to meet a beautiful lady like you! My name is Mr.Lee , Mr.Mishima’s secretary . Care to follow me, my lady?” Stated Lee while opening his left arm with elegance.

     Why does he act..so flamboyant? Well , I don’t have any reason to object to his offer .

I can’t hide my hatred , I can’t act that I want to ruin this man’s career even though I want Kazuya’s reputation to be torn apart. I Just want a fair fight , not this cunning fight.

    In short , I don’t want to act like a joker in this chapter.

My eyes are locked into the screen , the 100th floor.

    “Awe , don’t be nervous my lady.You will be just fine….. If everything turns out wrong you know I'm here to help you . I will wait in front of his office door” . Lee addressed his words with a modest attitude.

“Thank you , Mr Lee . I appreciate it” I replied , he tilted his face while looking at my face.Does he know? 

   “Thank god he doesn't need to kidnap people that work as a wildlife officer”  Lee hummed.

      What’s that supposed to mean!? He kidnapped people? How crazy can he be?

In front of his office door , feeling helpless. I was terrified to meet him . 

     No . Keep your head up Jun . You can’t be scared of him . 

     I feel like someone stepped on my stomach as soon as I stepped into his cage . I don’t see anyone except for the office that resembles fancy suites . It’s gloomy and empty . 

      “Take a sit” A low-adverb voice comes from the chair that faces the window . 

 I narrowed my eyes as soon as the black chair turned around to face me . The purple tuxedo of his makes him so magnetic , but it was obnoxious . 

       “You have 10 minutes” . He didn’t look at me once , Looks like he tried to keep himself busy by tying up the paperwork .

     “Can you be more specific?” I stated , he raised his eyebrow with an untoned face. The silence between us works like classical music in this gloomy room.

     “I give you 10 minutes . 10 minutes to impress me, Why should I take you? Why are you qualified for this job? Why….you?” He crossed his legs while looking at the paperwork . 

“I know why you want someone like me to work under you”  I covered the nervousness in me with my smile,He tilted his head finally looking at me.

    “As you can see , I’m not a newbie in my company . I'm an expert at my job . You need a wildlife like me to clear your mess and I’m willingly to serve you” I said , I gaze into his eyes to make sure he trusts me.

   It was a lie , I’m here to be a traitor . Not his ally .

“My mess?” He scoffed as he put his paperwork aside to look at my face.

   God , I shouldn't have said that . I crumble the front page of my notebook as I try to keep my composure.

“Why? You’re not agree with that? Are you aware of what you were doing?” I said .

   I can’t hold my anger anymore , I don’t care if I get caught . He finally stood up from the chair , folding the button sleeves of his tuxedo.

“I'm aware of what I’m doing , Mrs…” he hesitate ,

“Kazama,” I said .

“Mrs.Kazama , I like your…fearlessness” He grins at me while sitting at the table , he crosses his arms with arrogance.

   “That’s basic skills for a wildlife officer to have” I kept my chin up , trying to pretend that I am not afraid of him. Meanwhile , I’d rather hunt a lion than be in this room with Kazuya Mishima.

“No I don’t care about skills requirements that wildlife need to have , I’m talking about you” He’s not even stuttering when he says something weird like that.

   “Are you really that fearless?....”  He stood up from the table , changing his position as he approached me.He’s now sitting across from me with a grin on his face.

   “...or are you just pretending?” 

   You can’t give up right now Jun , he tries to test you.

“Why should I? My company believes that you have a power that will benefit us in future”  I said , My eyes still glued into his face . That was a lie , My company prayed for his downfall . So do I,I need to bring him down so the animals will not be his weapon again.

    “How about you? Why do you want to work with me?” 

  This is the worst interview I’ve ever had in my life.

Silence , There’s no words that will be out of my mouth . It’s like my tongue has been cut by an angel of hell.

“Are you alright ? Mrs.Kazama?” He woke me up from deep thinking . 

“Yes”

“Answer my question” he voice became deeper and firm as he looked into my eyes . I tightened my grips on my black long skirt as I tried to keep my composure to talk to him.

“To gain experience” The words finally free from my mouth , at this point I don’t care what nonsense topic that comes from my mouth.

   Kazuya, a heartless man, finally gives his honest laugh.Oh , so he does have feelings?

  “You came in this room questioning my wrong-doings with a fearless attitude and now you gave me such a basic answer”  He scoffed , he finally stood up from his chair . He came closer to me , he put both his hands in his pocket as he kneel his back a little bit to face me.

   “You’re hired” he whispered to my face with an arrogant attitude , I just wanted to punch his face . 

    “Thank you , Mr.Mishima” I gave him my hand to do a handshake.He looked at it with disinterested eyes.

     “Return that handshake when you are done with one task , Lee will help you . Keep touch with him…and me” 

No , I can sense something in him . There’s a darkness that can’t be tamed . He's a monster , I’ve never gone through this feeling , his aura sends chills down my spine.

      “Alright” I said with a little hesitation. He put his hand gently on my shoulder .

       “I’ll look forward to you...don’t disappoint me . If you ever betrayed me , you know what it cost . I will hunt you down and destroy your whole life . Remember?” He patted my shoulder gently while whispering his death threats . Jerk .

“yo kazu-I mean Mr.Mishima ! Your meeting will be held soon”  Lee opened the door , why he’s not come sooner? 

  “See you again , Mrs.Kazama” He said while taking a step leaving me in his office . I watch him leave as I think about the decision that I just made . I still crave for a fair fight , I don’t want this cunning plan to crucify my heart with darkness . I know it from the very start , I will never be the same again after I’ve met Kazuya Mishima.

[dickspeightjrs]

It’s Just a Little Crush (au / 2.2k words) 

Prompt 7 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @starclaire

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“Okay guys, we got a little time to kill before the bell so talk amongst yourselves. But keep it quiet.” Dean warns. 

It’s an ordinary Tuesday morning in Dean’s home room class. He’s got a good bunch this year - a few interesting personalities for sure. 

“Mr Winchester?”

Ah, speaking of interesting personalities.

“Yes, Krissy?” He looks up from the lesson plan he’d put together for his sophomore class first period. He frowns when he sees the eyes of all twenty-something kids staring back at him. “What’s going on?”

Nothing would surprise him anymore. He may have only been teaching at this particular school for a couple of years but he’d been an auto shop teacher for going on ten. He’d seen everything. And that’s why he knew having his entire home room look at him, like his kids currently were, wasn’t always a good thing. 

“What’s the deal with you and Mr Novak?” She smirks. 

Mr Novak, Castiel, is head of the history department. He’d started at the school about a year before Dean. He’s a little dorky and doesn’t always get people’s jokes or references but Dean knows the kids love him. He’s had many auto shop classes that begin with students telling him all about the ‘totally awesome’ history lesson they’d just had with Mr Novak. 

Dean pretends not to understand the implication in Krissy’s question. “What do you mean?”

But Krissy isn’t letting it go. “It’s just that we’ve all noticed that you get into the same car with Mr Novak every day after school.” She shrugs, feigning innocence as if her words aren’t peppered with sly suggestions. “And we all know it’s your car because you never stop going on about it even though it’s old as hell and no one, except old men, drive cars like that anymore.”

Dean tries not to be offended on behalf of his baby. He wasn’t going to argue with a teenager about the merits of a well-kept classic vintage car. Not again anyway. 

“It ain’t any of your business, Krissy, but Mr Novak doesn’t have a car so I drive him home.” Dean explains. “Happy?”

Krissy seems to relent, realising she’s not going to get a rise out of her teacher today. 

“Nah,” comes a voice from the back row. “I reckon there’s more to it than that.”

The class shuffles around to reveal Claire Novak smirking back at the teacher. She has a mischievous look in her eyes that Dean doesn’t like. She has the rest of the students intrigued though. 

Claire’s sly look only gets bigger as she begins to speak again. “I think they’re secretly dating,” she says, never taking her eyes off Dean, watching for his reaction. 

Dean sighs. Where is that damn bell?

“No, Claire, me and Mr Novak are not dating,” he denies. “And you of all people should know that.”

Claire is Castiel’s niece. Her dad is Castiel’s twin brother, Jimmy. Jimmy came to school to pick Claire up once and it weirded everyone out seeing the exact replica of their favourite teacher stood right next to the man himself. 

“Okay, fine,” Claire relents, “but you like him, right?”

Dean is saved from answering by the bell finally ringing.

*  *  * 

Dean was foolish to hope that the details of the interrogation he’d received would stay in home room. 

By third period, he’d heard students from each of his classes whisper as they were meant to be working. He couldn’t make out everything they were saying but he kept hearing the words ‘crush’ and ‘Mr Novak’ in the same sentence. 

Crush? Dean is a grown man. He hasn’t had a crush since he met his first boyfriend when he was sixteen. 

He takes a deep breath. It’ll blow over soon. 

*  *  * 

It does not blow over. 

A week later and everyone is still talking about. Even some of the other teachers have been giving Dean knowing looks every time he’s sat next to Castiel in the teacher’s lounge. Though, Cas seems to remain none the wiser. 

By the end of the day, Dean is glad to see his baby. He couldn’t wait to get home and be distracted from the rumours of his feelings for his fellow teacher. 

As usual, Castiel joins him for the journey. Luckily, none of their students seem to be around when they get into the car. 

Once they leave the school parking lot, Dean breathes a sigh of relief. He can just be himself now, and not worry about what other people are thinking. 

The two men sit in silence for a few moments. Dean’s eyes are on the road ahead. Driving always calms him. 

“Dean, can I ask you something?” 

“Think you just did, Cas,” Dean smirks, not taking his eyes from the road. 

“You’re hilarious,” Castiel replies. Dean sees him roll his eyes from the corner of his own. His smirk just gets bigger. 

“I’ve been hearing some things around school recently,” Cas says, his voice changing to a more serious tone. “And, I just wanted to ask. Do you have a crush on me?”

It’s silent in the car for a few moments until Dean is the first to crack. 

He lets out a loud bark of laughter. “I can’t believe you managed to say that with a straight face.” He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. 

The car pulls into the driveway of a modest two-storey house. Dean cuts the engine and turns to Cas. 

The other man is quietly laughing too. He looks quite amused with himself. He is honestly such a dork, Dean thinks.

But then his face turns serious again. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you have a crush on me?” He asks again. 

Dean thinks for a minute, taking in the man sitting in front of him. “Do I have a crush on my best friend, and husband of thirteen years? Yeah, I guess I do.”

Dean gives Cas a teasing smile and leans across the passenger seat to bring his husband into a smiling kiss. 

*  *  *

Later that evening, Dean and Castiel are laying together in their bed. Only a lamp on the nightstand lights the room, letting out a relaxing glow. 

Castiel reaches out to let Dean cuddle up to him. Dean rests his head on Castiel’s chest. He plays with the fingers on Castiel’s left hand. Castiel lets him and goes with the movement when Dean turns his hand over to reveal the small ‘18’ tattooed on the underside of his ring finger. 

They’d met on September 18th in their junior year of high school. From that day, Castiel had been Dean’s first and only crush. 

Castiel and Jimmy had just transferred from their old school. It was some old-fashioned super religious school but some bad shit had gone down and the school had to close. Dean’s school had been the next best thing according to Castiel's overbearing, church-going, Jesus devotee parents. 

Dean and Castiel became inseparable by the time it came for them to graduate. By then, everyone knew they were together but they didn’t care. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end for them. 

For obvious reasons, Castiel’s parents were the only ones who had never found out about their relationship. Given what they thought about anyone who wasn’t straight, the boys thought it was safer to keep it from them. They didn’t know what they might try to do to Castiel if they found out. 

The day after their graduation, Dean had packed up his car and they ran away. They went to college in another state and never looked back. Castiel had left his parents a note explaining everything and telling them not to try and contact him - though Castiel didn’t think they’d want to after they’d found out he was gay. 

Dean’s family knew where they’d gone (they’d always been supportive of their relationship since the beginning). They welcomed Castiel into their family and treated him like their own. They’d visit the boys for the holidays and eventually, once Dean’s brother, Sam, finished high school, they all moved to be closer to their boys. 

Castiel had felt guilty for years for leaving his brother but in their second year of college, Jimmy tracked Castiel down and told him he’d left too. (Turns out he’d got his high school girlfriend, Amelia, pregnant and their parents didn’t take kindly to it happening out of wedlock.) 

Dean and Castiel got married while they were still in college. Most people would warn them against getting married so young but their family knew they weren’t being naive. They were it for each other. 

They had a small ceremony on the anniversary of their first meeting. Sam and Jimmy had been best men and two-year-old Claire was their flower girl. (Despite what her attitude now might make you think, she was an adorable toddler who stole the show with her adorable presence.) 

Over the years, they’d kept their marriage on the down low. Castiel was a little paranoid that his parents would somehow find them and try to take him away from Dean and their family. They had a lot of connections and Castiel wouldn’t put it past them to use those connections to find him. 

So, when they both became teachers and ended up working at the same high school, Castiel had asked Dean if he could be called Mr Novak so as not to draw attention to them. (Same sex marriage might be legal now but it would still turn heads to have two husbands teaching at the same school, which was the kind of thing Castiel wanted to avoid.) Dean had agreed, he just wanted his husband to feel safe. They still went home together at the end of the day and that’s all that mattered to him. 

But it is that exact act which has led them to where they are now. 

“Dean,” Castiel speaks into his husband’s hair. “I think it’s time to tell everyone the truth.” 

Dean turns to sit up properly and look at Castiel. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to. I know you love and I sure as shit love you,” he reassures Cas. “Plus, it’s only your teacher name that’s still ‘Novak’. Legally, you’re a Winchester,” he smiles. 

“I know, but I want to be honest with our coworkers and students too.” Castiel explains. “And maybe I want to show them that you’re not the only one with a crush,” he teases. 

“Awesome.” Dean beams. “We don’t have to make a big deal out of it anyways. We’ll just start wearing our rings tomorrow and they’ll figure it out.” 

Castiel nods in agreement. 

Dean could just burst with happiness. He’d finally be able to show Castiel off like he’s always wanted to. 

Currently, his wedding ring sat against his chest on a silver chain under his shirt. Castiel keeps his safely tucked away, only taking it out for special family occasions (hence why he got the tattoo - as a more subtle and personal token of his love for Dean). Dean couldn’t wait to feel the weight of the ring on his finger every day. And knowing Castiel would be walking around with his matching one makes Dean smile like a love-sick dork.

Suddenly feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve, Dean settles down into the sheets again, eagerly awaiting sleep to take him so it could hurry up and be morning. 

He’s just drifting into sleep when Castiel’s voice whispers against his ear. 

“Dean?”

Dean hums, not mustering the energy to turn over and face his husband. 

“Not that I’m not happy that it gave me the perspective to stop being scared, but where did the rumours of you having a crush on me come from anyway?”

Trust Cas to think of the semantics just as Dean is trying to sleep. 

Dean only has one word. 

“Claire.”

Castiel sighs. “I should have known. I’ll talk to her.”

Dean finally turns to look at Cas in the eyes. Green meets blue. “Don’t sweat it, babe,” he smiles. “She’s just teasing like all teenagers do. She would never actually tell anyone anything we’re not comfortable with.” 

Castiel shrugs and nods his head in silent agreement. 

“I’ll just get her back when we go to your brother’s for dinner on Sunday.” Dean yawns, cheekily. 

Castiel rolls his eyes. The joking rivalry between Dean and their niece never seems to end. 

Dean smirks and leans over to kiss Castiel. “Goodnight, Mr Winchester.”

“Good night, Dean.” 

*  *  *

The next morning, Dean walks into his home room class and begins the regular formalities of the morning. 

Claire walks in late a few minutes later. She says nothing to Dean until she sits down at her desk, puts her feet up on the table, and says in a nonchalant manner, “Nice ring, Mr Winchester.” 

The rest of the class look to Dean’s hand. Sure enough there’s a silver band on his left hand that hadn’t been there the day before. 

“I just saw a matching one on my uncle’s hand when I handed in my history project. Isn’t that a funny coincidence?” She smirks as the rest of the students’ mouths drop open. Dean’s known Claire long enough to know that it’s a smirk of love though. 

The news of his and Castiel’s marriage (and Castiel’s new teacher name) reaches his freshman class by second period. He should have known it wouldn’t take long. 

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Kou Route ー Chapter 3

ー The scene starts in cafe Tarte Tatin

Kou: I’m pretty sure it should be around heー ...Ah, there it is!

Yui: You’re right. There’s a cafe here.

Kou: Ah, that table over there is free. Here, this is your seat.

Yui: Yeah!

I wonder what kind of drinks they sell at a cafe in the Demon World?

Kou: Stop! Hold on one second.

Yui: What’s wrong?

Kou: Could you leave our order up to me, perhaps?

Yui: You’ll choose for me?

Kou: Yeah, my picks! Okay?

Yui: I’m happy but...I’d feel bad for just waiting, so I don’t mind going with you?

Kou: It’s fine, don’t worry! This is the man’s task, don’t you think? We’re on a date after all~

I’ll go buy our drinks so you just wait here, okay?

Yui: Yeah...!

ー Kou walks away

Yui: ( I wonder what kind of drinks Kou-kun will bring. I’m a little excited... )

Male Vampire A: Hey, have you heard? Apparently this place’s juice has a little special gimmick. 

Female Vampire A: How so?

Male Vampire A: Ever so often, someone will hit ‘jackpot’ (1), suddenly growing a pair of animal ears as they’re enjoying their drink.

Female Vampire A: Eeh, amazing! I can’t wait~!

Yui: ( ...Actually, I might be a little worried after all. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー Kou returns

Kou: Sorry for the wait, M-neko-chan~!

Yui: Welcome back, Kou-kun.

Kou: I bought our drinks. Here, this is yours.

Yui: Thank you.

( I was somewhat concerned but...It looks normal from the outside. )

( However, I feel like it’s a little much? The glass is big too... )

Wait...Hold up...? Say, Kou-kun? Where’s yours?

Kou: I obviously got something for me too. See, right there.

Yui: There?

( As far as I can tell, there’s just this one drink for me though... )

Kou: Fufufu~ ...I can tell you’re confused by that look on your face.

I suppose that even you’ll be able to figure it out once you see this? Ta-dah! Now what could this be~?

Yui: What? ...A straw, right?

Kou: Yes, correct! Now, question time! What shape is it?

Yui: ...A heart?

Kou: Exactly! Two straws are tangled together, forming a heart shape.

No matter how dense you may be, I’m sure you understand now?

Yui: Don’t tell me, you want to share this juice amongst the two of us...!? 

Kou: You’re 100% correct! Why not? It seems fun!

Yui: W-Wait! That’s just too embarrassing!

Kou: Eeh? How strange for you to say that. We usually do much more shameful things, don’t you think?

Well, I’m usually the one initiating it~

ー Kou moves closer

Kou: Come on, let’s drink it together?

Yui: Uu...K-Kou-kun, you’re close...!

Kou: I approached on purpose. I mean, if I don’t do this, you avert your gaze right away.

For some reason, I can’t seem to figure out what you’re thinking even by staring at you like this...

However, even if I couldn’t see a thing, I feel as if I would still feel happy just from gazing into your eyes.

Yui: Kou-kun...

Kou: ...That being said, you’ll drink it with me, right? Yui.

Yui: ( ...No fair...! )

Kou: Ah, are you dissatisfied with the straw, perhaps? Would you rather have me feed you mouth-to-mouth?

Yui: No...!

Kou: Fufu, you should have told me sooner then~

I don’t mind. In that case, I’ll directlyーー

Yui: Wait, Kou-kun! Fine! I’ll drink it with the straw!

Kou: No need to be modest~ This straw is embarrassing for you, right?

Yui: It’s totally fine!

( Mouth-to-mouth would be much more embarrassing after all...! )

Kou: Fufu~ I figured you’d say that.

Personally, I would have gladly fed you mouth-to-mouth as well, of course.

Here. You take that side, okay?

Yui: ( It’s embarrassing but...I guess I have no other choice but to make up my resolve. )

( I-It really is embarrassing...!! Kou-kun’s face is so close... )

Kou: ...Fufu~ Say, M-neko-chan? Are you flustered?

Selection

→  A little...  (☾)

Yui: A little...

Kou: Why? Because it’s too cliched? Or because...I’m close to you?

Yui: ...B-Both, I guess...

Kou: Fufu, it’s because you’re way too conscious of your surroundings. If you simply focus on the guy in front of you...See? It’s no longer embarrassing, right?

Yui: ( No way...It’s only even more embarrassing...! )

→ Not at all! 

Yui: N-Not at all...!

Kou: Heeh, really~? You’ve grown then.

In that case, I guess this just won’t satisfy you anymore? Let me feed it to you mouth-to-mouth after all.

Yui: Wait, that’s...!

Kou: I’m sure it’d be child’s play considering how much you’ve grown? Come on...Move your face a little closer?

Yui: ...No, Kou-kun! I can’t...!

Kou: Fufu, I figured so. It’s because you tried to act tough when you really aren’t, M-neko-chan~

Kou: Geezー You really always stay so innocent.

In that case, I might as well just make your mind go blank...

Yui: Eh? Wait, Kou-kun...!

Vampire child A: Waitー!

Vampire child B: Ahahaha! In your dreams!

Kou: ...What’s this ruckuーー

*THUD*

Yui: Wah...!

ー The drink gets pushed over

*Splash*

Yui: ...! The juice...!

Vampire child A: Ah...

Kou: Ah-aah...All of it spilled on the floor.

...Say, you kids over there? Do you have a minute?

Vampire child A: Shoot! Run, everyone!

Kou: Ah! Hey!!

Vampire child B: Sorry!! Please forgive us since it’s the Carnival!!

ー The kids run away

Kou: Those little brats...!

Yui: Calm down, Kou-kun. They’re just children, you don’t need to get so upset...

Kou: You can’t spoil them! Those who waste food deserve a divine punishment!!

ー Kou runs after them

Yui: Kou-kun!?

Kou: M-neko-chan was finally in the mood to drink it as well! You scoundrels! 

Vampire child A: We already said sorry, didn’t we!?

Yui: ...They left...

( Could it be...Does Kou-kun usually get scolded by Ruki-kun for wasting good food...? )

( Either way, I should clean up the glass... )

ー A young Kou walks up to Yui

Yui: ーー Eh...?

( A child...? How long has he been standing there? I didn’t notice him at all. )

( Could he be a friend of those kids from earlier? However, he seems a little different... )

???: ...

Yui: Uhm...What’s wrong?

???: ...

Yui: Are you lost, perhaps? Did you get separated from someone?

???: ...

Yui: ( This is tricky. He won’t respond at all. )

( If I leave the cafe, I might get separated from Kou-kun but...I just can’t leave this child be. )

( Besides, this little one sort of reminds me of Kou-kun... )

Say, would you mind telling me your name?

???: ...

...Kou.

Yui: Eh...?

( Did he just say ‘Kou’...? )

ー The young Kou runs away

Yui: Ah...Wait!!

( I want to chase after him but...If I leave, then I’ll... )

... 

( I’m sorry, Kou-kun! I’ll return straight awayーー! )

ー Yui runs after him as the scene shifts to a side street

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure he ran into this direction... )

( ...! There he is...! )

Kou: ...

Yui: ...Kou-kun?

Kou: ...

Yui: Uhm...I’m sorry if this sounds weird but...

Are you...The same Kou-kun I know?

Kou: ...I am.

I am the Kou you know. However...From the past.

Yui: From the past...?

Kou: Exactly. Way, waaay before he met you.

Unlike the guy you know...I’m Kou during the time he was misfortunate.

Yui: ( ...The look in his eyes...Almost as if he is bearing a grudge of some sorts... )

ー Yui has a dizzy spell

Yui: ...!? 

( I’m suddenly growing dizzy... )

ー She collapses

*Thud*

Kou: ...

Yui: ( My mind’s going blank... )

Kou: ...Say, Yui?

Yui: ( Ah...Kou-kun’s holding my arm... )

Kou: Let me...suck your blood.

Yui: ...Eh...?

Kou: I’m not a Vampire yet at this time. However...That doesn’t matter.

I’m envious of him...So I want to do the same thing he does.

Yui: Him...?

Kou: Yes, him. ...My grown-up self.

It’s no fair he gets to have everything. Meanwhile I’m still incapable of even trusting someone...

The feeling of wanting to trust others...

Yui: ...!

( No way...He’s biting my arm...!? )

S-Stop...! ...Kou-kun...!

Kou: Yui!!

ー Kou runs up to her

Kou: I finally found you...!

Yui: Kou-kun...?

( I’m slowly regaining my focus... )

( Huh...? The small Kou-kun is gone... )

Kou: Why are you crouched down like that? Do you feel sick, perhaps?

Yui: No...I’m fine. I’m sorry for making you worry.

Kou: For real! You weren’t there when I returned to the cafe...So I looked all over for you.

Yui: Sorry...

Kou: Say, are you really okay? Your complexion is pale. Did something happen?

Yui: Well...

( I doubt he’ll believe me...If I tell him I met up with his childhood self. I barely even believe it myself, to be honest. )

( It might have been just a hallucination. However, the sensation of being bitten felt too real for that... )

Kou: ...Wait.

Yui: Eh?

Kou: That wound on your arm...A bite mark?

Yui: Ah...This is...

Kou: It’s a bite mark, isn’t it? I can’t imagine what else it’d be.

Hah...For real? I take my eyes off you for one second and you’ve had your blood sucked?

Yui: W-Wait, Kou-kun! You’re wrong, this is...

Kou: How am I wrong!? Someone sucked your blood, no!?

...Say, who was it? You happened to run into one of those Sakamaki’s and that’s how it happened? Did you let them because you went with the mood of the festival?

Or was it just a random Vampire passing by? You really are a cat in heat.

Yui: Please, Kou-kun! Listen to me!

Kou: Shut up!

Yui: ...

Kou: ...That shop owner was right back then. You’re keeping secrets from me.

You tempt me with sweet words about ‘picking me’ or ‘loving me’ but you deceived me, didn’t you?

Yui: ...! I didn’t!

Kou: If the only thing you’re looking for is a good-looking Vampire and a pair of fangs to please you...

Could you try asking someone else? There’s plenty of them out there, right? In your close vicinity.

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be that guy. I...can’t stand that sort of thing.

Yui: ( The look in his eyes...It’s the same as that child from earlier... )

Wait, Kou-kun...!

Kou: ...I won’t wait. I mean, you’re fine with someone other than me too, right?

...See you.

ー Kou walks away

Yui: Kou-kun...!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 当たり or ‘atari’ is the term used for a winning lot in lotteries, lucky draws, etc. 

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 2

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 4]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ REIJI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ KANATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ RUKI]

[lavendermilkandhoney]

1/22 The Fool - V

In Game

The Fool is everyone – including you and me. Each step he takes on his journey feels like stepping into a brave new world. Ultimately, the journey will change him. But as the card shows, he’s a trustworthy lad whose tireless hope drives him toward his goal.

Location

You can find The Fool graffiti right outside V's apartment in Little China. The graffiti is on the right side of the entrance door.

Misty’s Reading (Arasaka Ending) - Upright

“Symbolizes the start of a journey, the announcement of something new. It’s the inner child - curious of the world, but also naive and reckless.”

Dialogues

Misty : The Fool is you and Silverhand. You’ve traveled a long road together, discovered your potential. Your destination is the World, the final arcanum. Both of you waged a war on the world, so there are two possibilities - declare victory or make peace. 

V : Could lose the war too.

Misty : Yes - unfortunately, that’s true.

In Tarot

UPRIGHT: Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit

REVERSED: Holding back, recklessness, risk-taking

The Fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential – and so does not have a specific place in the sequence of the Tarot cards. The Fool can be placed either at the beginning of the Major Arcana or at the end. The Major Arcana is often considered the Fool’s journey through life and as such, he is ever present and therefore needs no number.

On the Fool Tarot card, a young man stands on the edge of a cliff, without a care in the world, as he sets out on a new adventure. He is gazing upwards toward the sky (and the Universe) and is seemingly unaware that he is about to skip off a precipice into the unknown. Over his shoulder rests a modest knapsack containing everything he needs – which isn’t much (let’s say he’s a minimalist). The white rose in his left hand represents his purity and innocence. And at his feet is a small white dog, representing loyalty and protection, that encourages him to charge forward and learn the lessons he came to learn. The mountains behind the Fool symbolise the challenges yet to come. They are forever present, but the Fool doesn’t care about them right now; he’s more focused on starting his expedition.

UPRIGHT 

The Fool is a card of new beginnings, opportunity and potential. Just like the young man, you are at the outset of your journey, standing at the cliff‘s edge, and about to take your first step into the unknown. Even though you don’t know exactly where you are going, you are being called to commit yourself and follow your heart, no matter how crazy this leap of faith might seem to you. Now is a time when you need to trust where the Universe is taking you.

As you undertake this new journey, the Fool encourages you to have an open, curious mind and a sense of excitement. Throw caution to the wind and be ready to embrace the unknown, leaving behind any fear, worry or anxiety about what may or may not happen. This is about new experiences, personal growth, development, and adventure.

The time is NOW! Take that leap of faith, even if you do not feel 100% ready or equipped for what is coming (who knows what it could be?!). Seriously, what are you waiting for? Do you think you need to have everything mapped out before you can begin? No way! Not with the Fool. He ventures out on his journey with just his essential belongings – and now he invites you to do the same. You don’t need to wait for someone to give you the green light or hold off until you have all the skills, tools and resources you think you might need. You are ready! If you’ve been watching for a sign, this is it!

This is a time of great potential and opportunity for you right now. The world is your oyster, and anything can happen. Use your creative mind with a dash of spontaneity to make the most of this magical time and bring forth your new ideas in powerful ways.

The Fool is your invitation to relax, play, and have fun. Treat life like one big experiment and feel yourself in the flow of whatever comes your way. This card asks you to embrace your beautiful, carefree spirit, allowing yourself to connect to the energy that surrounds you and flows through you. Tap into your fullest potential by stepping into a place of wonderment, curiosity and intrigue. Live life as though you were a child once again. Laugh more, dance, and let your heart go free.

This is an excellent card to meditate on if you are struggling with dread, worry or self-doubt in your life. The Fool is your guide, as someone who is daring and carefree. He is the embodiment of who you really are – your free spirit, your inner child, and your playful soul. Any time you experience fear, remember the essence of the Fool as he encourages you to acknowledge that fear and do it anyway! You never know what the future holds, but like the Fool, you must step into the unknown, trusting that the Universe will catch you and escort you along the way. Take a chance and see what happens.

REVERSED 

The Fool reversed suggests that you have conceived of a new project but aren’t ready to ‘birth’ it into the world just yet. You may worry that you are not fit or that you don’t have all the tools, skills and resources you need to make this project a success. Or perhaps you have a sense that the timing isn’t right. Something is holding you back, and you are preventing yourself from moving forward. You may choose to keep this new opportunity to yourself for now, or you might be ‘parking’ it until a better time.

You may fear the unknown, wondering, ‘What am I getting myself into?’ As a result, you have come to a standstill, worried about taking any action where you don’t know the outcome. This often boils down to the need to control everything. Balance this out with knowing that the Universe has your back and you can take this step forward, even if you are unsure of exactly what will happen next.

On the flipside, the reversed Fool can show that you are taking too many risks and acting recklessly. In your attempt to live ‘in the moment’ and be spontaneous and adventurous, you may do so in total disregard of the consequences of your actions and engaging in activities that put both yourself and others at risk. Look at the bigger picture and consider how you can keep the free spirit of the Fool without harming others.

In light of the playful and fun energy of the upright Fool, the reversal suggests you are exploring this spirit on a more personal and quiet level. For example, instead of letting down your hair and dancing up on stage, you are dancing in your bedroom like no-one is watching. Look at how you can bring more play into your daily life, even if you start out by doing it in private.

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Thank you so much @cybervesna​ for the polish traduction from the official guide book and its associations with the characters!

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Two: start loving me

Love on the Brain - Masterlist in links

Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and violence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer?

Chapter warning: Alcohol, smut

A/N: Since I don’t have my laptop in reach tomorrow, I decided to put this chapter a day early! Let me know what you think!

Beta’d by @golddaggers and @tranquil--heart!

“No fucking way”, you sigh as you get out of the car – which you’ve been in for, for under five minutes. “You’re joking, right?”

Steve gets out of the car too, parked next to two other, but just as expensive, cars. The building in which he just parked, is massive and probably has huge apartments in them.

He puts his arm around your waist, pushing you towards the elevator. Obediently you walk with him, mouth agape as you watch all the fancy cars parked there. Lamborghinis, Porches, BMWs, they’re all next to each other, one more expensive than the other. 

“So, is that your only car?”, you ask, sarcastically waving your hand as if you’re not impressed. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Got two down in New Jersey, and this one is also mine”, he says, just when we walk past a Ferrari. “It’s the 488 Pista.”

“Oh.. Right”, you say, quirking an eyebrow. A little laugh leaves his lips, making you smile as well. 

The urge to ask him what he does to earn this kind of money, comes to mind. But on the other hand, you don’t dare to ask. You’ve seen the club, the shadiness of it. You’ve seen how he spoke to that Sam guy. It’s probably best if you don’t know, to stay out of trouble.

When you thought that the biggest shock has already passed, you were in for another surprise when the elevator dinged and opened at his apartment. 

The black marble tiles on the floor shine as the white walls reflect. It looks fancy, but homey at the same time. A grey soft couch in the middle of the room, with a fireplace on the side and a big tv in front of it. You feel so out of place right now.

He walks towards another room and you blindly follow him, mouth agape as you try to find words to describe his house.

“Fuck, this is…”, you don’t know how to finish that. Beautiful? Mesmerizing? Out of this world? Every positive word in the English dictionary?

A beautiful kitchen comes in sight. There’s a big island in the middle, big enough for your entire family to join. He walks past and opens one of the billion cupboards that this kitchen offers.

“Want something to drink?”, he asks. You nod. He takes a little step aside, suggesting you to be more specific. There’s a row full of liquor. Whiskeys, wines and more.

“Uh- a whiskey is fine. Anything, really”, you say dumbfounded. He shrugs at that and gets a bottle out.

“This is my favorite one”, he says, letting you inspect the bottle. Whistlepig it says. It looks quite expensive and you’re guessing that it probably is.

“I’m always willing to try”, you say. God, why does everything you say sound so stupid right now? Where’s the confident woman at the bar? She needs to come back and fast, before she loses this guy.

“Mind if I get myself some water?”, you ask, trying to regain some control on this situation. He watches you again, eyes softer than they were in the club. 

“Feeling alright?”

“Just a dry mouth”, you explain. 

He served you the whiskey, along with a glass of water, in a minute. You give him a light smile and brush his hand as you take it from him. 

“Thank you.” A few sips from your water before you try the whiskey that’s in front of you. He watches you curiously as he takes a sip of his own. 

“What do you think?”, he asks, not even giving you a chance of responding on your own. You make a grossed out face. His smile sinks, corners of his mouth dropping to his chin. 

The expression makes you laugh, not able to hold up your act for more than two seconds. “I’m kidding! It’s sweet and hot at the same time. Tastes dangerous”, you say, pausing a few seconds. “Just how I like them.”

It’s daring for you to say, but his reaction shows that he likes it. Shuffling closer, face only inches away from yours, hand now neatly placed over yours while the other still holds the sweet liquor. His eyes are just as piercing again as they were in the club.

“Then you’re definitely going to like me”, he chuckles. 

You wanted to wait. You didn’t want to give in to your urges. You wanted him to take the lead. But the way he said it, took away the last giving fuck of keeping yourself modest.

His lips feel soft on yours, a little wet with the whiskey that still lingers on there. The kiss turns hot and heavy, you slowly try to put down your whiskey, but you spill it when he pushes you roughly against the edge of the island. 

He isn’t bothered by it at all as his hand it tightening on your hips, breathing into your mouth, his leg pushing itself in between yours. Fuck, he knows how to handle you well.

“Anything I need to know?”, he asks breathily.

“I like it rough and dominant”, you say, biting his lip after, making him grunt.

“Fuck”, he whispers. “Good thing that I’m good at giving orders.”

You whimper at that. “You?”, your voice trembles.

“I like it when you tell me how good it feels” His hands now cup both of your breasts. 

“Good thing”, you pause for a second when he rubs your clothed nipple. “- that I like talking.”

One of his hands snake away from your breasts, up to your chin. He grabs your jaw firmly, making you look at him. The rest of his hand rests on your throat, making your senses run high. “I hope not too much. I don’t like brats.”

You swallow, and you know that he can feel it. You stare at him though, but decide not to speak. It makes him grin, knowing that you talk just the way he wants you to.

He removes his hand again, taking it back to your breasts, kneading them harshly. It makes you moan softly, head thrown back lightly. Steve sees this as a chance to savor your neck with sloppy kisses. A dangerous slow suck here and there, tongue gliding over it after. 

He’s teasing you mercilessly. His leg a little deeper between your thighs, putting pressure on your folds. You try to ride his leg, trying to get some friction - some relief. But it only makes him stop in his tracks. 

“A little eager, aren’t we?”, he hisses. “Did I make you so desperate that quickly?”

You nod, embarrassed to say it aloud. 

His hands move to your ass as he moves himself to the middle. “Jump”, he whispers while still biting your lip. You obey, wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your feet so you won’t fall.  You can feel his biceps around your waist, how he grasps you, squeezing your ass to make sure you won’t slip away under his touch. 

He walks out of the kitchen, through the living room. You’re not quite sure where he’s going, but your guess is that he’s bringing you to his bedroom. 

A hard tud against some wooden door has you by surprise though. His lips crash on you again, your hands are in his hair in a second. “Fucking can’t resist”, he rambles against your lips. You want to giggle at the compliment that he couldn’t wait until you were in the bedroom.

“I-”, you sigh out of breath from the smack your back just got. “I want you. Please, fuck, please.”

He growls lowly, but your back is released from the door again, a small breeze indicating that he opened the door. A few seconds after you get thrown into something soft. Steve looks bewildered as he watches you. A cling of a belt has you looking down, white underwear already visible.

“Please, let me do it”, you beg. He stops, putting his hands in the air as if he’s done something wrong.

“Go ahead, princess”, he smirks. You act on his words, getting on your knees in front of him. There isn’t much work left but to put his pants down. He helps you by stepping out of them. 

Innocently you look up at him, batting your eyelashes seductively, before you work on his underwear. There’s a wet spot, right where his tip must be. The straining already leaves little to imagination, it’s huge and thick. Carefully, you ripple his underwear to the ground. 

“Fuck me, that’s big”, you say a little bit more to yourself than to him. It makes him chuckle, a little moment taken out of all the roughness he’s been giving you. His hand tugging your hair softly takes you back to him, though.

“Wanna have a taste?”, he asks. You nod, making him pull harder. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, god yes”, you sound a little desperate. But that’s what he likes, so you sometimes gotta give it a little. 

Your tongue glides over his length, trying to wet it before taking it in your mouth. He sighs at the feeling, his hand still in your hair, but now massaging your scalp unconsciously. You take his tip in your mouth, toying with it, stimulating his highest senses. 

Slowly you start taking the rest of it. Looking up at him, but he has his eyes closed, lips pursed. It’s a beautiful sight. Amazing how you get a man like him so pouty under your touch. 

You start thrusting with your head, a pace that’s building up some speed. His moans getting louder, stimulating words leaving his lips. Tongue dragging over his thick vein, cheeks hollowed as you tighten your lips even closer around his cock.

“Fuck, doing amazing, fuck.” His hoarse and breathy voice indicates even more that you’re doing an excellent job.

“Take it deeper, princess”, he commands, pulling your hair at the same time. “Now. Take it deeper.” You try to follow his order, fighting your own gag reflex. His tip now hitting the back of your throat, earning a big low growl from him - it sounds so animalistic and manly.

“Like that”, he whispers lowly. “Yes, like that. Fucking good girl. Keep going.” And that’s what you do. You keep going. You even get your hands in the game, cupping his balls, playing with them. It makes him swear once more, making you look up.

The only noises in the room are your slurping sounds and Steve’s groans. You can feel how damp you are, slowly getting more and more impatient to get some relief yourself. Legs clenched together while you keep sucking his cock. 

Both his hands are going through your hair, motivating you to go on. Your jaw is starting to hurt, lips feeling a bit sore, but you don’t stop. His groans are way too stimulating to stop now. His praises too pretty.

He stops you, though. A little bit out of nowhere, he pulls back, hands still clinging in your hair. Eyes full of lust, every muscle in his body now strained.

“Don’t want to end the night too soon”, he says. “Now get on the bed.”

You do as he says, back of your head hitting the pillow a few seconds after. He hovers over you, a searing kiss followed. It’s sloppy, hungry. Teeth almost clashing. Your hands are in his hair as he drops himself on you, cock pressuring your still clothed folds. 

“Get rid of the dress”, he says, giving you a little space to do so. It’s a little bit harder than you think it is, getting the dress off while still laying underneath him. And when he sees you struggling, he helps. He grabs the hem of your dress and slowly pulls it over your head, making sure that his fingers lightly touch your hips and breasts in the process.

He gives you one last harsh kiss before exploring the rest of your body. His hands palming your breasts for a second, before moving on to the lower part of your body. His lips trace your stomach, from the bottom of your bra to the top of your panties. Slowly he traces a path, tickling your senses, making you squirm under him, desperate for his touch.

He gives a light kiss on your folds, which are still covered with your soaked panties. He takes them off swiftly, in one motion as your hips jerk up to help him.

A hot breath on your inner thigh has you whimpering already. It makes you blush, how he didn’t even touch you and you were already a mess. He just chuckles as his fingers brush over your folds, teasing you from getting real friction.

“God, please”, you whine high-pitched. 

He looks up with the most devilish smile. “What?”

“Please start”, you breathe. 

One last low chuckle, his eyes focused on your clit. His tongue finds it easily. Tender and slow, that’s how he’s treating it. His hands hold on to your hips as you try not to buck your hips too much.

“Oh, fuck.” You feel slightly dizzy as shocks of pleasure go through your body. He makes little figure eights with his tongue, slowly adding more and more pressure onto your clit. It has you driving insane, wanting more. 

“Feels so fucking good, fuck you’re good”, you mumble, but hard enough for him to hear. He smiles from the praise you’re giving him and he shifts a little, making room for his hand to give you even more pleasure. 

His finger enters you, it makes you arch your back off the bed. Slowly pumping in and out, crooking it slightly. His tongue works on your clit again, faster and a little less careful now. 

“Oh my god, keep going, please - don’t stop”, you ramble. He’s not planning on stopping. Not until you come undone, which won’t last long anymore. 

A second finger now in you, stretching you lightly, his thumb now taking over his tongue to let him get a little bit of air. You’re now unashamed bucking into him, climax getting closer and closer.

He watches you, now that his tongue isn’t delved into your pussy. Your eyes closed, nose scrunched from pleasure, mouth wide open. Sometimes a harsh moan leaves your lips, sometimes it stays silent. He can’t help but smile to himself, feeling proud of how good he makes you feel at this very moment.

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum”, you warn him, getting him back to the moment. He gets his tongue back on your clit, and it’s the last straw. Your legs shake, back arched from the mattress once again, his name falling multiple times from your lips. 

His fingers leave you when the moans get quieter and your movements get uneven. God, how he wants to fuck the shit out of you after this. He wants to hear your sweet moans and cries while his dick is deeply buried into you. 

“Liked that?”, he asks darkly. You nod, watching him get back on you again. His cock is pressuring your clit, making you twitch one more time. 

“Fuck, that was so good”, you say to confirm your nod. He kisses you again, lips still wet from your juices. Your hands go through his hair. He smells so good. Even when covered in sweat and your own juices, you can smell his cologne. 

“And now, please fuck me”, you say with a little chuckle. He laughs, giving you on last kiss that could be described as sweet. After all this roughness, a little tenderness is what you both crave. But only for a minute.

His tip teases your entrance as he watches your face. You close your eyes automatically, spreading your legs, feet resting on his lower back. Slowly he thrusts in while your walls stretch. 

“Fuck, so tight”, he whispers. One of his hands are on your hips, the other next to you on the pillow to support himself. He starts pumping slowly, but quickly picking up a fast pace. 

“God, you’re big”, you say once again. He growls in response, pounding into you harder and deeper. A loud moan followed by you, your fingers on his back, nails scraping it lightly. 

“Tell me what you want”, he sighs, head in your neck as he hums lowly.

“Fuck me hard”, you plead. “Make me sore as fuck.”

His head tilts again as he presses his forehead to yours. Eyes closed, but it feels so intimate to you. You’re not sure what makes it so intimate. 

The sound of skin slapping on skin, the bed lightly creaking, your moans echoing through the room. It has him going crazy. He can feel how he’s getting closer to his own release, even though you just got started. 

“Fuck, not gonna hold on for long”, he pants. One of your hands leave his back and grab his hair, pulling it lightly. 

“F-fuck. So good, feels so good”, you stutter. “Want you to cum.”

“Want you to come with me.” He has trouble with saying that sentence, so he takes it down a notch. He won’t let himself finish without you, as much as he’d want to. 

Your hand dissapears between the two of you and starts rubbing your clit. He watches down, something he shouldn’t have done. He saw the most fucking beautiful thing ever. His member disappearing in you, while you’re getting off with your own hand. It has him going crazy.

He looks at you and you look back at him. “Steve”, you whisper as you feel another climax approaching. “Steve, fuck.”

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last. Gonna come”, he says when he picks up the speed. 

“Me too, so close. Please, fuck me hard”, you breathe as you’re so close to the edge again. He does what you’re asking him, pounding into you hard. 

You fall flat, every muscle now relaxing as you reach your climax. Small ‘oh’s are leaving your mouth, but you’re not able to do more than that. His hips stutter, his thrusts falter as he comes undone. Your name falls of his lips multiple times, his hand grabbing the pillow harshly, other hand squeezing in your breast. 

Hard breathes, sweaty bodys. He slowly pulls out of you and let him fall next to you. You smile at him, he smiles back. Satisfied and blissed out, that’s what you both are.

“Ugh, I need to go to the bathroom”, you sigh. He snorts and points his finger to a door on the right. It’s another one then you came in.

As much as you don’t want to get up, you force yourself on your feet, slumbing towards the bathroom. You’re hardly even surprised anymore when you see the luxurious state of it. A lot of gold, white and marble. It makes you squint your eyes, the sharp light uneasy to watch where you’re going. 

After you’re done, you come back and see Steve putting on another pair of black boxers. God, he’s absolutely beautiful. You feel like you have more time to watch him now than you had an hour ago. 

His body is absolutely ripped, every muscle on his body trained and looking perfect, as if he were to campaign for a Hugo Boss advertisement any day now. You slip into bed again, butt naked, since you didn’t really bring any panties with you tonight. 

Wait, maybe he didn’t want you to stay over?

“God I’m thirsty”, he sighs. “Want some as well?”

You nod. You didn’t know you were thirsty until he asked. He disappears, only to come back with two glasses of water a minute after. He gives you one and then joins you back in bed on the other side. 

“Do you…”, you hesitate. “Do you want me to leave?”

He laughs, almost making him choke on his water. “I’m not a douchebag.”

The last thing you expected to happen, was for him to cuddle you once you laid down. But he did. He pulled you closer, into his chest and sighed contently. It feels safe, but a little bit awkward at the same time. He is - after all - a stranger. 

But you cuddle back. Your arm around his waist, hand on his back. You nuzzle even more into his chest. Legs are intertwined. Affection that you both don’t mind to share. He might be trouble, but he knows how to treat a woman.

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine Dean getting flustered but also hot and bothered when you openly talk about your fantasies around him, because he can’t help but picture the two of you together.

“Ok, uh, can I ask you about what Wanda said about courting?” Jack asked, no more than a second later after Dean had taken a bite of his pie and you a sip of your drink “I mean, I've seen romantic movies, but I've never experienced it. Unless what you said about Rowena and Gabriel counts.”

“Nope.” you popped, shaking your head immediately “Definitely doesn't count.”

“Right.” he nodded his head, taking the info in “So if that's not it then I- I don't think I understand. Wh-what's the difference? Isn't it about the sex?”

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips “Well, Jack as it seems it's finally time for you. Yeah, there are many things one could tell you about that. But as much I love explaining things to you, that's a lesson better left to the expert of the group.” you turned to the green-eyed man to your right still with that smirk on your lips “Dean?”

“Wha- What?” he asked with a mouth almost full, blinking and you were sure it wasn't because he had not heard your conversation but would rather not be pulled into it with you there. Heck it seemed like from the first moment Jack mention the word altogether and Dean glanced at you, he had been unable to look in yours direction from then on.

“You know, the talk? You definitely have plenty of things to say, don't you?” you raised an eyebrow and he could understand the full meaning behind your words, so he couldn't help but shrug a bit. Without a classic Dean smirk that you expected , in fact focused right back on Jack.

“Don't worry kid, once we get back home promise I'll give you the talk. Now-” he popped another spoonful, straightening his back “Right now the case is more-”

“Oh come on!” you were certainly not gonna let him get away with it so easily “You're just being modest, now. You can give Jack a few tips now. After all, you're more than skilled on the field, aren't you?”

He paused for a second, his eyebrows raising in that almost innocent yet very beautiful way “F-field.” but it wasn't a question because he didn't have to ask. He knew just what field you meant, hell, just by the look you were giving him he felt like he could read it in your mind. But that also didn't mean he wanted to hear it. For a man that was certainly never ashamed – well almost never – about his lovelife and choices, there was something about having that kind of talk with you around that just made him turn into the most nervous and awkward teen boy he could imagine. And, again, he knew just why.

He couldn't help his mind from wandering to thought you, in specific, shouldn't know about.

“Yes.” you leaned back in your chair, voice and moves very casual and comfortable, eyes glued on him and a teasing smirk ever present on your lips “Sex”

And it was so damn hard to act cool, not the way you did. He gave you a small laugh but it was nervous and his eyes moved away. He shifted in his seat that just felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden, his lips moving as he prepared to say something but seriously couldn't. He could even swear you'd realized it and were doing it on purpose to get him to spill the truth.

A kind of truth that included you, him and the three-lettered-word that he'd been dying for so long to experience with you. And something that in all honesty had been occupying his dreams for just as long too.

Who could judge him? You're gorgeous in and out and Dean Winchester – he was certainly incapable of admitting this out loud – had found himself hopelessly in love with you. If he couldn't control his imagination and how he wanted to show it to you in every possible way, then he was not guilty.Oh the things you did to him.

“You have plenty of experience in 'the sex' field, right Dean? I mean-” you ran your finger over the rim of your mug, his eyes following the move and he just got so carried away by it and the thoughts that ran through his mind that he ran out of breath.

“I haven't seen it or experienced it in person but I can certainly...” your voice caught his attention again, your eyes looking him from head to toe “Imagine it.” and it made him choke on thin air “And you're certainly very good at it... at least in my mind.”

The air was stuck in his throat, he  couldn't utter a word and was only left looking at you with wide eyes as you took a sip of your coffee. He was just so thankful to Jack for speaking up at the moment... or not.

“Alright. I suppose we should focus on the case now. Uhm I'll-” he got up from his seat and Dean's face turn into one of horror “I have to go to the bathroom for a minute and I will be back. How do you not get tired of this?” he asked a bit rhetorically before leaving the two of you all alone.

“And now-” a bright grin, too sweet and innocent for his poor heart to take, formed on your lips as you set the mug on the table and looked at him “Spill it.”

“S-spill what?” he gave you a small laugh that came out too nervous for his own good.

“I don't know. That's the thing.” you said a bit suspicious “It's so subtle I wouldn't have noticed if Jack didn't bring it up twice. Whenever the word is spoken you just... avoid my eyes, avoid me, look anywhere else but me and try to avoid talking about it too. Heck, won't even say it and I can't figure out why because that's just not the Dean I know. I'd say you're almost flustered but we're gown up adults so... what are you hiding Winchester?”

“I- I really don't understand what you're even talking about.”

“It's obvious, you get all awkward and even flustered. Jack or I bring up sex and you're suddenly all... fidgety and nervous. Do I make you nervous, Dean?” you leaned in closer to him, studying him carefully.

“What?” he scoffed a laugh “No, of course not. And I- I don't avoid you, that's just-” he shook his head with a laugh that was just so awkward “That's just... stupid and childish. I'm- I'm not some teen that gets uncomfortable talking about... sex with- with you (Y/n). I'm-” he cleared his throat “I'm just fine.”

You only raised an eyebrow at him, humming as you watching him take a big bite of his pie all the while avoiding your eyes “Well, that's good then.” you breathed out casually, leaning back in your seat as you watched his shoulders relax “Because that wouldn't make much sense you know? Not unless there is something really going on of course. Sex is perfectly normal. It's a totally natural act. Species need to reproduce, to evolve and adjust and while some have managed that without it, the majority still needs to. Plus, it's just too damn enjoyable for humans with all of that undressing, touching, skin contact, bodies pressed on each other, pulling and pushing, the sounds that are heard, the body heat and the kissing while it all builds and builds until-” you stopped when you noticed his eyebrows had raised and he was literally staring at you with wide eyes and you grinned at him.

“Well, you know how it goes.” you shrugged innocently, licking your lips and he blinked, shifting once more in his place as he pulled his suit's jacket over his lap as subtly as he could. He really shouldn't have imagined all of it with you on top of it. Or maybe on top of him.

Alright. Nope. No. Definitely shouldn't have gone there too.

His eyes nearly widened at his own thoughts and he cleared his throat, forcing a smile on his lips as he nodded his head “I- ye- Sure do.”

You hummed once more, a smirk evident on your lips when not only you saw how he again avoided your eyes but also the tips of his ears began to turn a beautiful shade of red, certainly matching that of his cheeks. Well, this was certainly your second favorite look on the man.

“So, as I was saying-” you said casually again “Sex is very enjoyable sure but above all it's a natural state, why should we make it such a taboo? I know as a grown up woman, past my teen years at least, don't have trouble openly talking about it. Hell, why shouldn't me talking to you about my kinks be as easy as talking to you about my favorite TV show? I know I have plenty of both.”

He knew it was a risky move. Oh he knew it so well, especially with such a dangerous topic going on at the moment, but he wanted his throat to feel less dry and he took a sip of his own coffee and as expected, choked on it. You on the other hand had a hard time hiding your smile.

“Plenty?” he couldn't help but question as you shrugged innocently. He just couldn't stop his imagination from running wild at that now, not by any means.

“Well-” you leaned closer to him “Don't you? I'm sure that little sub you hide behind all this dom certainly does.” you chuckled when his eyes widened “And as I said, it's perfectly normal! I think I once read somewhere that it's associated with some hormones which forgot the names of. Either way, when it's that time, it's that time. There's nothing to do about.”

He knew it would turn out to be a mistake. He knew he would regret it one way or another. His mind knew it crystal clear yet his lips formed the question before he could help his curiosity “That time?”

“You know, like with Jack now, when it's time for the talk. When something makes you realize it's time for that horizontal tango. The way I did when I was younger.”

“And what was it for you?” again he went against his better judgement.

“Well, I think it was easy to tell for me.” you took a bite of your pie “I realized I was ready for it when whipped cream stopped having only one purpose and I realized it could be applied on many more things other than just pie.” and you winked at him “I you know what I mean.”

His eyebrows raised and his lips parted. His eyes roamed your figure and all it took was a mere second for the image to flash through his eyes and even less than a second for him to jump up from his seat as if it was on fire. His eyes wide, looking anywhere but you, as he kept his jacket closed with his hand. Laughing nervously “I- I gotta- I really should- I need to... you know- I'll be right back.” he ended up clearing his throat as he made an almost run for the bathroom.

. .. … You had a hard time not grinning like an idiot, so you hid it behind your mug as you took a big sip of your coffee.

“Is... Dean alright?” Jack asked slowly and with an adorable frown as he came back to his seat.

“Well, he might be... in a little while.” a giggle escaped your lips “Why are you asking though?

“He... walked past me mumbling over and over to himself 'Don't think about it.' and 'Please be down. Please be down.' and I'm very sure he added 'Oh hell it's definitely not down.' which I... don't really understand. What was he talking about?”

You didn't even try to keep your eyes from widening, or your smile from finally showing “Trust me Jack... that's a big part of the talk.”

[mugen-monogatari]

Personas - Tsubasa Hanekawa; The Stray Cat

So me and my Girlfriend have been watching Monogatari recently, and we just finished Nekomonogatari White. After, I decided to write some thoughts on Hanekawa Tsubasa, arguably one of the main characters of the series.

This is all my interpretation and not fact, you can argue with me if you disagree, this is just how I see it. Note, since we haven’t finished the series, but her character arc is in a nice place, I may revisit this if things change down the line.

Caution when reading ahead, there are spoilers up to Nekomonogatari White, or the first 5/6 episodes of Bakemonogatari season 2 and anything before that.

Let’s begin by saying; Hanekawa is anything but innocent. That’s just how she outwardly appears, from the things she says, to the way she acts, it’s even reflected in her modest clothes and hairstyle. That’s because that Hanekawa- Lets call her ‘Normal Hanekawa‘- Is a fake.

We’re constantly reminded through not just this arc, but the other seasons too, that your persona, no matter how hard you try, will never be you. From Araragi’s sisters, to even how Araragi tricked himself into believing he was in love with Hanekawa. ‘Normal Hanekawa’ is fake, it’s a persona she has created. She does everything perfectly, she says all the right things, always calm and composed. She feels plastic and fake. She’s unrealistic and unlikable, and we’re shown that throughout the series.

Think back to the scene where her father hit her, But Oshino goes out of his way to explain; sure he seems like the bad guy, but someone like her is so unbearable to be around, he was surprised it took so long. Even Araragi, after realizing that the perfect persona of Hanekawa was nothing more than a persona, falls out of love with her and realizes he was in love with an idea and not the person them-self. Hence why he says he only felt Lust, her body being the only genuine thing about her.

Hanekawa acknowledges this, she knows she’s fake. She reminds people that she’s not perfect, she just knows what she knows. She tell Koyomi and ‘Black Hanekawa‘ that she’s selfish and egotistical. She may seem like she’s too good to be true, and she is. In fact, I think it’s more apt to say ‘Black Hanekawa’, the cat is more likely to be the “real” Hanekawa. This is the imperfect side of her, the ironically human side. Sure it’s exaggerated, with the cat attacking indiscriminately, but this is just a potential metaphor for real life. The cat is just a more exaggerated form of what a normal person is; she lashes out at the people who hurt her, her family, she attacks anything and anyone physically, draining them of their energy. This is similar to real life. When you’re stressed, you lash out physically at anything that hurts you (or verbally in most cases), or at the people around you, which in turn brings their mood down (I guess you could say Drains their energy???), or passes your stress onto them. In a way it’s a self fulfilling prophecy. The cat does things against ‘Normal Hanekawa’s’. So in a way it’s a big metaphor for how unreasonable people act.

But later on, you find out the Cat has its own sense of morals. It has its own desires and ideals, alongside it’s own cares. This is something ‘Normal Hanekawa’ didn’t have. She was fake, never being what she wanted to be, only following what society saw as “righteous” and “perfect”. ‘Black Hanekawa’ is the opposite of this, the side of her with its own ideas of right or wrong. It sticks to it’s own fundamental principles, while still acknowledging what is right and wrong, while still being driven by her own emotion.

The tiger is the opposite of this. The History Tiger is the selfish desire and self-satisfaction that Hanekawa seeks. It attacks indiscriminately, and has no concept of morals, no idea of what is right and wrong, acting purely on emotion.

I think it comes down to none of them are individually her, and yet they all are. ‘Hanekawa Normal’ just does what is right. She never does wrong, and pretends, just to ensure the world around her deems her acceptable. This is the fake persona we all have. The person we act like and aspire to be, even if it’s unrealistic. Someone we pretend to be, so that those around us accept us or look at us in the desirable way.

The Tiger is the polar opposite to this. ‘History Tiger’ represent our innate monster and selfishness. It represents all our negative thoughts, as well as anything we desire or wish for. It doesn’t care for right and wrong, only acting on the emotion of ‘Hanekawa Whole’ (That’s how I’ll refer to all of them). If it’s jealous, it’ll act upon it. If it’s angry it’ll hurt people. If it’s envious, it’ll take what it wants or drag people down to their level. The tiger is symbolic of all the messed up thoughts and all those negative things we think about ourselves and others. “Why me? Why no one else? What did they do that I didn’t?” Except a normal person has moral limits on those thoughts. Even if we want to hurt someone out of jealousy, we don’t because we know we’re morally wrong. But the tiger is this idea with the moral limits removed. Just the raw and unrefined emotion.

Then the middle ground is ‘Black Hanekawa’. It acts on emotion, attacking people to relieve stress, doing whatever it wants, and yet, it still has some moral limiters. It doesn’t kill, just injure, it acts on it’s own desires but listens to ‘Normal Hanekawa’. It doesn’t act entirely on Emotion, but factors in Logic too, knowing that for example, attacking Koyomi would be bad, because even though he stresses her out, she still loves him. The same with Hitagi. The tiger chases after Hitagi’s home, since Hanekawa is jealous of her. Not just because of the family, but because of Koyomi too and how he loves her. And yet, ‘Black Hanekawa’ never even once sought to attack Hitagi, since it still knew that it would accomplish nothing and just hurt both her master and someone else, which is wrong. This is also really shown well when she later confirms she has an understanding of family and the emotions that come with it. She tells the tiger, she doesn’t think anything of the tiger burning down stuff, despite it hurting Hanekawa, but that she’ll stop him because she considers Hanekawa family, and there’s the fundamental Idea that you should love and help family. The opposite is true for the tiger, which constantly claims it cares not for the girl, ‘their sister’, as it has no concept of what is right and wrong or family.

Ultimately, ‘Normal Hanekawa’ isn’t representative of innocence and good, it’s logic. The cold harsh truth of humanity. Only following rules, following the fundamental rules of life, but never truly living your own, out of the fear of being seen in a negative way by the world. It’s a fake she creates. A persona.

‘History Tiger’ is the opposite. It’s the part of her that is selfish and full of desires, wanting only to take care of herself. It hurts people indiscriminately, and cares for nothing but it’s own satisfaction.

While ‘Black Hanekawa’ is the middle ground. The most human of the two and the binding link. It acts on it’s own emotions, but only to an extent, still factoring in good and bad. It has morals and doesn’t stray too far, only doing so when emotions take hold, i.e. the stress that causes her to attack.

And all together, neither one is ‘Hanekawa Whole’, but rather all three make Hanekawa literally whole. That’s why at the end she has to combine them. But she cries because she doesn’t want to change. She comes to terms with the fact that there is nothing wrong with a persona, but it isn’t who you are. You will never be perfect, you will never be the objective idea of righteous. But you can still try and strive for that, to come as close as possible. But you must understand that you also have to be human. You need human emotions too, you must realize your own desires and acknowledge your own selfishness in order to grow. You can’t live life based purely on what people tell you is right, but you can’t decide entirely for yourself. You need to find the balance between the two (’Black Hanekawa’) and factor both in. Then and only then can you be genuinely human, when you accept that you can be driven by both emotion and reason, something Hanekawa could not do before, rejecting all personal goals and emotion, while not ever truly wanting to be driven by reason. Which is why the rebellion (’Black Hanekawa’) was born, to be the intermediary between the two.

And that’s why the final scene was so touching. She realizes she won’t ever be this perfect persona, and she also acknowledges she has her own messed up desires and greedy thoughts. That’s why she begs Araragi to still support her despite changing. She knows she’ll make mistakes, whether it be by neglecting reason, or following emotion, and yet, that’s what it means to be human. And that’s why she finally confesses to him. She knows it’s selfish and she won’t get what she wants, but it’s her finally admitting to having desires of her own.

And I think the final scene where her hair is the multi colors, shows the unification of this. But she also mentions that they’re like a “tiger’s stripes.” So just like a tiger, she’s finally proud of who she is.

Hanekawa’s story is an interesting one so far. A girl who discarded the parts of humanity she feared, and in turn became something that wasn’t quite human- A monster of her own making. Ironic.

But that’s just my interpretation, what does everyone else think?

[wakandan-flowerz]

Our Love In Color XVIII

A/N: I hope everyone has enjoyed their holiday and I wish you well for the new year. The reader is Black and Plus sized, act accordingly.

Warnings: Fluff, plot progression

Translation: Yam ivu- my rose, Ku lungile- Fine, Uxolo- sorry, 

“I have a major project for you.” M’Baku said as he cut the apple you were sharing. You both got to sneak away for the morning before you had to commit the rest of the day to your duties. M’Baku sat cross-legged on the ground as you sat on the rock. It really began to feel like spring outside with a modest breeze.

“That is?” you asked, putting the canteen of water by him.

“It’s a tradition in the Jabari. The closest woman, in most cases the should-be wife and Chieftess, to the Chief before his ceremony would create his armor. Carve or chip a design into it, glaze it.” M’Baku said as he passed you the piece he cut. “It would only be right that you do it.”

“I’d be honored. But, I didn’t exactly master in woodwork.” You said after swallowing. “Could Niyi help me?”

“It would have to be you and only you. It doesn’t have to be extravagant.” He said, looking at you but, continuing to carve out another piece of apple. “It’s more of a right of passage…at least one of them for the Chieftess.”

You sighed and pressed your lips together, looking out over the Jabari land from you and M’Baku’s spot on the mountain. “What have the other armor pieces looked like?”

“You only have to do the chest piece. I bring you to the Umkhosi Hall so you can see the other pieces for reference. I know you can do it.” He said, taking your hand. “You are more capable of doing things than you realize, yam ivu. Stop being so scared and unsure.”

“I don’t want to mess things up and be looked down upon.” You said.

“The council is amazed by you. In the past two meetings, you’ve participated and held their attention. The Chief can’t even deny you. You are doing great.” M’Baku said, standing up and kissing your cheek. He fed you a piece of the apple, letting you bite a piece before taking the rest into his mouth. “We are nearing the coronation. This is one of the last things you have to do.”

“Okay…won’t I have to do measurements for you or something?” you asked.

“Come on.” M’Baku said, smiling.

M’Baku let you walk through the hall looking at the mannequins dressed in armor. “Only the chest piece, right?” she asked.

“Yes, only the chest piece. The rest will be tailored to how you do it. It doesn’t have to be elaborate.” He said.

“Well, you have to like it.” You said, turning to him.

“I’ll appreciate whatever you give me.” He said, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Have any ideas?”

“I think…but it matters how I execute it though.” You said.

“You’ll do great, I know.” M’Baku said. “Let’s do my measurements, eh?”

M’Baku stood before you in his bedroom as you fumbled with the soft measuring table. You pressed the table over his chest but, his chest bucked as he started to chuckle. “What?” you said, trying to keep yourself from laughing.

“Just looking at you.” He said. “You’re so serious.”

“Isn’t this serious? Or would like to go into your battles bare?” you chuckled.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” M’Baku said, straightening himself out. You looked up at him, head cocked as you study him with the tape dropping in between your fingers. You fought the smile coming over your lips as you wanted to play along. M’Baku started to chuckle. “Kidding! I’m only kidding, yam ivu.”

“You better stop otherwise, I’ll never get this done.” You said, picking up the tape and placing it back on his chest. You went to the bed and wrote the number on the slip of paper. You went behind him and lifted his bulky arms. You strained slightly to get the tape around his torso, earning a boisterous laugh from him. “M’Baku! Yeka! Do you want this done or not?”

“Ku lungile, Ku lungile, yam ivu.” He chuckled. You wrapped the tape around his torso and got the measurement. You went to write it down. You were bent over the bed when you felt a pinch on your left ass cheek. You whipped around to slap at M’Baku’s hand.

“M’Baku!” you cried. He lifted his hands as if he was innocent. “You have got some nerve in you today!”

“Uxolo. I’ll stop. I promise.” He said. “Come finish.”

You went to M’Baku again measuring his shoulders. Again, you went behind your back and waited. You pressed your lips together as held in your laugh. “Y/N?” M’Baku called.

You delivered a firm slap on his rear. He turned to you with a look of shock on his face. You laughed as he looked you up and down. “Now, what?” you challenged.

“Now, we have to see what has gotten into you!” M’Baku said. He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and tossing you on the bed. You gasped as you tried to regain composure but, M’Baku pinned your hands above your head. You both fell into a deep kiss. You moaned in his mouth and his tongue slipped and started to dance with yours. Your legs hugged his waist, drawing him further. You moved your head, pulling away from him.

“Uh uh, not today. I have your chest piece to get started on.” You said.

“You can do that tomorrow.” M’Baku whined.

“No, get up. Mama has work to do.” You said, pushing him off. M’Baku gave an exasperated growl as he rolled over and laid spread out on his bed cover.

“Can you just stay? Let’s just have a lazy day, please.” He said.

“If you wanted a lazy day, you shouldn’t have dropped this on my lap. I’ll be back tomorrow once I’ve started on it.” You said. You leaned in for a goodbye kiss but, M’Baku stared at the ceiling with his lips tucked in. “Oh, come on, you big gorilla baby.”

M’Baku smacked his lips and playfully puckered his lips. You flicked him in his nose, making him hiss. You stole your kiss and quickly grabbed your bag and headed out the door.

You went to the market with M’Baku’s measurement written down and staring at the blocks of wood. You gave a frustrated sigh as you had no idea what you wanted to do for M’Baku. How were you going to pull off woodwork?

“Confused?” a voice said. You jumped and turned. She was familiar but you couldn’t place her. “You have to make the chest armor, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry. You are?” you asked.

“I’m so sorry. We never formally met. I’m Jolasun.” She said, extending her hand.

“Oh.” You said, blandly. You sheepishly took her hand and shook it.

“I saw you that day at the market.” Jolasun said. “I can see why M’Baku is fond of you. You really are beautiful.”

You smiled but, pulled your hand away and tucked it into your pocket. You both glared at each other awkwardly. It was weird being face to face with her. You weren’t sure how to act or what to say. M’Baku told you she was an ally for you both so, there shouldn’t be tension.

“You are here to get wood for M’Baku’s chest piece, yes?” Jolasun said. “Even I was dreading that task.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit overwhelming.” You chuckled.

“How are you holding up with everything? It’s spread throughout the tribe that M’Baku’s ceremony is in two months. I’m sure this was a lot for you and coming in so late.” Jolasun said.

“You have no idea.” You laughed. “It’s been scary but, with M’Baku’s confidence in me, I’ve made it through.”

“That’s good. I’m happy for the both of you.” She said. “I’m glad M’Baku has someone he can lead with. Truth be told, I was just as miserable as he was. I never wanted to be Chieftess. I’m just getting into the swing of things about managing our lumber trade.”

“Seems like we both just got thrown into doing things.” You chuckled. Jolasun chuckled along with you.

“I know it’s not what is supposed to happen but, I can help you with the piece. Not like the actual work of it but, just some tips or practice. I did woodshop a lot before I got into painting. If it’s okay with you.” Jolasun offered.

“Honestly…yes. I could really use some help with this.” You said.

You and Jolasun had a huge piece of wood in front of you. You looked at the tools off to the side and then looked up at Jolasun. “First, we are going to do some small carving then we will move into chipping to add detail.” She said.

You paid attention to each tip she gave you and tried to execute each technique on the practice wood. You both worked for 5 long hours until you were both spent.

“How do you feel now?” Jolasun asked passing you a cup of water.

“I feel a little bit better.” You said. “I’m sure I can pull it off.”

“Good.” Jolasun said, smiling. “Remember, you can come to me if you have trouble or have questions.”

“Thank you. I want to ask. What about you? How are you and your mate?” you asked.

“Oh, she’s great. I was actually in the wood shop today because she wants to do a piece together. We were going to install a mural in this home we are getting.” She said.

“Wait, you are already moving in together?” you asked.

“Yes. I mean, we are paired by Hanuman so we don’t see a need in wasting time.” She said. “I mean, we spent almost an entire week together, camping. Being alone with someone you have that deep of a connection with…you almost feel like nothing can hinder the relationship. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Well, M’Baku and I haven’t exactly spent an entire week alone, but our connection does run deep.” You said. You got that warm feeling again. You smiled, biting your lip. Thinking about his touch on you and the moments you spent together this morning.

“I can see it on your face.” Jolasun giggled. You laughed with her until your shoulders shrugged without you meaning for them to. You started to tap on the countertop. “What’s wrong?”

You started to focus again and sighed. “It’s M’Baku. He’s worried for some reason. I need to go.” You said. You checked your pockets for M’Baku’s measurements.

“I can walk you home.” Jolasun said. “You take the tools with you, I have plenty.” You nodded, grabbing the foldable kit and heading out the door with Jolasun. M’Baku sat on your porch, bouncing his foot against the wood. He looked up and saw you coming down but, it was the shock of seeing Jolasun behind you that made him stop. He walked down the steps to greet you.

“Y/N? Jolasun?” M’Baku said.

“Good to see you, M’Baku.” She said.

“What is going on here?” M’Baku said pointing between the two of you.

“We just finally got to meet each other.” You said, looking at Jolasun.

“She caught me in the market and we started to talk.” You said. “It was just good conversation and she taught me a few things.”

“Taught you?” M’Baku asked.

“Y/N was stressed about the woodwork of your chest piece. I brought her to my house and just gave her a few tips.” She said.

“And, I will dedicate all of tomorrow to making sure it gets down.” You said.

M’Baku’s eyebrows lifted. He scratched his head, astonished by what was in front of him. Never in a million years, he would think that you and his former betrothed would get along. He felt your genuine excitement of having a new friend in Jolasun.

“Well, I have to go. Lesedi might be waiting for me.” Jolasun said. “Goodnight.” Jolasun gave you a hug before taking off.

“Bye!” you said, waving her off.

“Good luck.” Jolasun yelled from the path.

You turned to M’Baku who had his lips pressed together. “I’m not dreaming.”

“No, you aren’t.” you said, pulling him in. “Something was wrong. Is everything okay?”

“You should come inside. I promise you. I didn’t know. If I had, I would’ve…” M’Baku started. You got this chill down your spine which you were sure was amplified by him.

“M’Baku, what is it?” You said.

M’Baku walked you up the steps and opened your front door for you. You stopped as you saw M’Bako sitting at your breakfast table with your father and your brother in law.

“Ah, Young Y/N. I was hoping we wouldn’t have to send a search party for you.” He said with a smile on his face that you weren’t sure if it was genuine.

“What is this?” you asked.

“The Chief and Chieftess have come for dinner.” Your father said, shuffling a deck of cards.

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[redtemple-wra]

Catch... And Release

The following is a collab effort by the rest of the cultists of the Red Temple.

It was a bleak afternoon. Drab, boring. It felt pointless and without purpose. The distant sobbing of prisoners acted as background noise, a mere song to liven the spirits of the temple’s residents with its symphony.

Awh, but the Goddess of Love hadn’t the time to dilly dally in the middle of the hallway. Instantly she made her way for the Oratorium, swiftly pushing the door open in one gentle tug of the knob and shove of her shoulder it’s it’s frame.

She had entered without permission, her confidence as condescending as her gait, alas her features remained frozen in a thoughtful expression as she meandered about. What the maiden first noticed within the drab, darkly lit tomb of a room was the silence. Such a silence, in Deith's mind, that was suffocating.

Nothing good came of dead silence, the demons of peoples minds would sometimes become too loud and tear you apart from within-- it was the entire reason the shirtless goddess was ruffling books and tinkering with ornaments and relics, her fingers sometimes adjust the thin, nearly translucent skirts upon her hips, therein rattling the bells attached at the ends for just that much more.. noise.

Finally, she couldn't take it, her voice naturally soft and alluring as she calls forth: "Orator! I desire an audience with you and the rest of our kin!"

The answer to her call was a bolt of fire, vibrant flames growing up from the ground that would catch the attention of the vibrant goddess.

Vivival stepped forward, flames refusing the spread to her, a sneer on her features.  In her hands was a charred skull, ash flaking from the more burned parts.  "I see, its whore o clock already,” the draenei snarked toward the kaldorei, “Need the Orator to give you direction beyond lusting after captives?  Or just hoping he gives you another fuck toy?"

The condescending smile had suddenly manifested upon the kaldorei's lips as she turned to address the haughty draenei. Despite such an enticing grin, Deith looked simply unamused. 

Her eyes ere cold and features pinched with frustration as she sneers and snarks, "You need to loosen up a little, Hotstuff."

This was all Deith said, long stiletto nails proceeding to comb through her beach waves, the teal tendrils moved around enough to expose her left breast, therein exposing painted sternum and underbust tribal markings

From the doorway of which Deith had, too, entered, the Demon Hunter of their enterprise announced his presence with a clear of his throat and a single whooshing flap of his large wings.

"Deith. Modest as ever, I see," noticed the also shirtless hunter, the smirk carrying in his voice, if not his face, given the open scream mask he wore as he watched her like a hawk. His eyeless gaze turned briefly on Vivival with a snickering snort heard upon his teasing query, "Does that skull carry any purpose, or is the aim just to make you look dramatic and 'spooky'?"

Pointedly Vivial shot back at the hunter, her tone haughty, “It’s purpose is a sacrifice.  A test to see how quickly I can burn all bones“

Finally, the demon hunter’s head tilted toward Deith. It hadn’t taken a genius to place the confusion and wonder in his voice as he mumbled, "You called? What is it this time?"

The Goddess of Love bore a gentle smile whilst she turns to fully face her kin, "This time," Deith hums, offering the hunter a once over in acknowledgment, "I have called the meeting. It's time. We need to decide what to do next."

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Her statement seemed to be quite vague, but not nearly enough for the two other corrupted god and goddess of the temple, both casting incredulous glances toward one another.

The Demon Hunter spoke first, a scoff on his tone.

"Kill her, experiment on and brainwash the child,"  Leresdelor said matter-of-factly, giving a dismissive shrug as his mask turned back to Deith. "Perhaps we can use the child as a guinea pig to enhance our own servants."

"Or even make her one of our own servants,"  Vivi grinned, that smile always just a smidge too big.

The very idea had caused Deith to tense, her motherly instincts consuming her. Of course, she had not spoken out on the idea of harming the child-- At least, not yet.

"Keep the child," Deith nods slowly, inhaling deeply before remarking what she was certain would be the unpopular option, "Release the whore."

"Release... As in, release her spirit from her body, yes?"

Deith’s eyes glared toward Leres, preparing to challenge the smug man-- until a chill overwhelmed the three. The room became.. Cold. So much Vivi’s flames visibly suffered, losing their intensity and shriveling into a smaller flame.

“ Hush." 

That single word brought all three of the dark pantheon to lift their eyes and inspect the shadows of the room, pointedly quieting upon the command.

The very same voice which spoke this command comes forth a second time, melodic and singing a lullaby in a creepy and unnerving nursey rhyme manner, "Hush little baby, don't cry a word, father's going to find you a sharpened sword...hush little darling don't say a thing, mama's going to find you a dead plaything..."

From the wall emerges the Orator, the swaddled form of the child in question in his hands, his bone mask stark white in contrast to the black and shade cast by his hood. The grip he held on Vivian was gentle but firm. In the eyes of Deith.. It was protective.

"No. Release the whore wholesale, untouched, with the knowledge that her child will be reared within this temple to join our unborn pantheon,” The Orator promptly expressed, bringing a smile to Deith’s eyes whilst Leresdelor scoffs and Vivi sneers.

"Let her tear herself apart with grief, let her rally allies to come to us. They are unprepared for the horrors within these walls, and then we might reap the worthy and fill the pools with their blood,” Deith agrees, uncaring to beckon the Orator for his agreeance for her to speak up.

The two others sneered at the kaldorei’s reckless and disrespectful fashion, but with the Orator’s nod toward them would they speak up.

"Sadly, they cannot find us.  I am well aware of that.  If they wish to find us, we will have to lead them, step by pathetic step,” Vivi mutters out, clearly disgusted with the very thought.

“A shame, though,” Leres sighs, so dramatically forlorn as he muses,  “I was so looking forward to rending her head from her body, but I suppose her pathetic minions will do."

Unbeknownst to the trio of god and goddesses, but very much acknowledged by the silently observing Orator, a small void elf had hovered her way to the Orator’s chambers where the others were plotting. Clinging within the doorway to the Oratorium, cloaked in shadows, the elf’s gaze was transfixed upon the new life swaddled up in the Orator’s grasp.

There was no doubt she cared for the child, like one of her own vulpine children, noted by her whispering, “...I can w-watch her...,” the small voice peeped through the dark shadows of the room.

It was enough to bring Deith’s attention unto Varikh, of course, her long ears twitching with life.

Doubt clung to Deith's soul as she reviewed the shrouded woman, breathing deeply before exhaling out: "Orator... The child should not be experimented on," with this would Deith turn toward the Orator, "For one it is not worthy. Too innocent, unproven. We should raise it to be one of us-- Our own little demi-god."

Shadows would begin to form until the doctor stepped out of them. He stood beside his assistant. The doctor still adorned in his mask and his bladed and leather attire.  He had been out scouting about and seeking potential targets but he was called to this gathering. 

Upon listening to Deith he spoke once she was finished.

“Varikh would make for a good guardian of the child. No experimentation but the child will need nurturing care. A maternal touch.” He explained. “My assistant has experience taking care of children. “ one could wonder why the doctor would take interest in the child, but what Deith said, she made an excellent suggestion. “At least until she is of age to be trained.”

"Hmm. So we're running an orphanage then? We're going to provide for the girl? Feed her, clothe her? For no guarantee of return on our investment? At least if we experiment on her, we'll gain something. We could leave her whole enough to be trained as well.”

The demon hunter’s condescending nature brought a noisy scoff from Deith, her lips weighed by a prominent frown which only seemed to age her youthful visage.

“We do not prey upon children. If you'd like, I'll provide you with an adult body to dissect all you desire,” the kaldorei snapped at her kin, Goddess of Love turning to challenge the God of War.

“Not orphanage per say,” the Doctor theorizes, “Just imagine, she is raised here? Believing that this is family, the undying loyalty she’ll have. We will be able to indoctrinate her in our ways and methods, she could be in fact made into a weapon. There are many possibilities here.” He added.

The squabbling and verbal arguments of his children brought the Orator to stir with life, his bone mask lifting from the slumbering child to command toward the pantheon: “Silence!”

Instantly all five of the group befell into an intense silence, eyes all turning to the Orator. Some wide, some narrowed. Frustration and excitement swirled amongst them as they waited patiently.

“Your point all have merit. This is just a child and has no use to us now. Too innocent, too unproven...yet I see a grand opportunity here." He steps down and walks forward, passing through the throng, legitimately moving through Victor at one point, and coming to a stop before the door, "A child in the hands of a death cult? How many of the adventurous types would come for her? How many people would Gampre send to us to get her child? People whose blood we can harvest."

The Orator looks down at the babe and begins to play with her little hairs, "Besides. There is never just one generation. There must always be those who can take our places should we fall. What better than one we have molded all their life?"

"Could always burn it, “ the draenei seethes, her glared settled upon the babe, “And just be done with it.  And why so protective whore?” this query seemed directed at the kaldorei, “They only know suffering if we let them live..."

Deith’s glare matched Vivi’s in intensity, fixated on the draenei in question. But she said nothing.

"We should prey upon whomever we can. They're all lesser beings. It is our right." The hunter says quietly, his voice even and unwavering. He falls silent at the command though, his gaze moving to the Orator. 

"It will not be just one of us that teaches the child, Vivival. It will be all of us." The Orator utters out, holding the child up into the air, "Isn't it fascinating? Everything was at one point as helpless and small as this child. Even the Titans came from somewhere, the worlds, the stars, the demons..." He sighs and cants his head to the side, "A wonderful state of being. Complete ignorance, yet complete enlightenment..." 

Slowly Vivial and Deith’s glared lessened to a softer stare, both women turned to fixate on the Orator now as he holds the child close, and then turns back to the group, "We will keep her, as both a lure and as a ward. Dump the whore off at her whorehouse, let her wallow in despair like the rest of her lot."

"I will abide by any choice you make Orator.,” Vivial concedes, her tone lacking enthusiasm, “But I will ask if she is adept in magic, that I am her teacher.  Either here or where we send her.  Teach her what I wish I knew.

Slowly the Orator nodded, igniting hope within Vivial, "I will think on what to do. A schedule...no...a program." He looks to Varikh now, gaining the ren’dorei’s full attention, "You would be willing to take her in, yes?"

Varikh crept into the room as the Orator’s movements shifted the infant to and fro. Her leather padded feet barely making gentle thwaps against the stone floor, “I-I will take her in as one of my own and... and c-care for her,” she assured. “I w-will love her...” she whispered almost inaudibly.

Deith's hardened stare would settle upon Varikh, inspective... Curious, even, before her eyes move toward the Orator, "She'll make a good surrogate."

And then would Deith's glare move from Leres to Vivi, "And anyone who attempts to harm the child will be met with swift discipline. Can we agree to this?" 

The doctor nodded firmly. “Agreed.” He spoke. 

"Fine,” the hunter snarls,  “But... Just to clarify. What sort of... Harm are we talking about?" He rumbles quietly.

“Physical, mental, and emotional,” The Orator answers, “You have plenty of other things to wreak havoc upon, the child is not one of them.” He looks between the two demons, “I will compensate the two of you with pray of a high caliber, the type that will satisfy your cravings for violence in place of the child.”

"Any training will be fraught with danger.  She will come to harm if she fails to control magic or blade,” Vivi theorizes.

"When she's old enough to train and be disciplined, then that is a different story," Deith remarks.

"Well, that at least goes without saying. Before that point, however, she will remain unharmed, cared for, and treated like a god amongst their servants. We will be the calritous voices keeping her down to earth, but we will make her the strongest champion we will ever have..."

"As you say, Orator,” Vivial bows, her eyes narrowing, “What would have me burn in the meantime?  The whore does still have one side of her face unmarred."

"No more with the whore, it is a waste of your talents. No, I have another target for you,”  The Orator turns to the blood hanging in the ceiling of the Oratorium and gestures. The blood swirls and writhes, forming a circle. In the middle, the face of a goblin appears, "His name is Guyrix Wondergoggle. I want you to burn him, his headquarters, and the entirety of his company down. If any of you want to go, do so. This is personal between him and the Temple."

"Tell me where, and it will be ash."

"Stranglethorn Vale. Near where the Venture Company had their headquarters before it got destroyed. Let it all burn, and let the columns of flames reach the heavens."

Vi stood, grinning wide.  She burned to ash in a moment, gone.  Her mission would be brief.

The dying of the flames would bring the rest of the group to theorize and murmur amongst each other, each eyeing the child and then each other.

Varikh watched the child in the Orator’s arms, mindlessly approaching their leader. She desperately gazed at the innocence trapped in such an oblivious state. The threats made on her life, the plans for her rearing, all this made without the child’s knowledge.

Varikh thought back to her own children, the elven ones. Fixing their breakfast, tucking them in at night — it all seemed like a distant memory now but with this little one, she’d have a second chance.

The partially nude goddess would proceed to fold her arms beneath her bosom, casting a glance toward the Orator, "How shall we return her, the whore? Where even? In a box? Shall we give her a chance and send a message to her dearest friend that she is free?"

"I say just dump her like the trash she is." The Hunter pipes up again.

With a sigh Deith meanders to Leres's side, hissing toward the Hunter, "Do not be insufferable. We don't want her to die, otherwise, no one knows the baby is here. Something precious for everyone to come running for."

"Return her in a box-- No...return her in a coffin. At the doorstep of her burned establishment. Warn her friends, warn whoever. I want her first sight to be the ruin of everything that she cared about."

As Deith strode next to him, the Hunter extended a clawed finger, trailing it along her exposed skin absently. "I didn't say kill her, but a coffin? So much work for someone worth so little."

The Orator’s idea brought small smiles and a lighter mood around the group, each snorting or giggling in amusement.

“Devious, darling,” Deith purrs.

Taking the moment to turn to the assembled group, The Orator passed the babe off to Varikh in an absentminded way. The figure touched his mask and gestured around, "Then this is concluded. The child will remain ours, the whore dumped at her whorehouse. Whoever wants to do it, do it swiftly, I have missions for all of you once this is done."

Instantly the desperate void elf gathered and cuddled the babe to her chest, eyes widened with glee as the child naturally fell into her grasp. It was clear to Deith, then, that the woman had been a mother once before.

Deith's silvery eyes would brighten whilst her whimsical voice purrs, "I'll locate her father. Perhaps we'll--," the maiden smirks knowingly, "Make use of the evening beforehand."

With finality to his tone, the Demon Hunter huffed out, shaking his head. "Ah well, I suppose I'll hunt then, all this talk has got my blood boiling... If no one else cares to, I'll dump her when I return."

"Perhaps the Doctor..," Deith gestures toward Victor, "Could make the coffin?"

The doctor looked over to Deith and he had a small grin firm upon his lips. “ I may have one already prepped for the queen whore.. I assumed we would kill her.. out of eagerness I crafted one.” He rubbed the back of his head lightly.

"As you wish, Orator." Leres gave a rather overly dramatic bow, before his wings carried him out of the room with a burst of wind.

"Even if she does not lay dead, place her into the coffin. Let her panic within its contents,” the Orator nodded slowly, a smile heard in his voice.

Victor nodded. “As you wish.”

"When you have completed the task, leave immediately. Don't worry about her friends finding her. Come back here immediately, I have a task that will talk all of your medical knowledge and acquired skills as a doctor. A little...experiment, if you will."

The doctor bowed his head to the orator. “I am up for the challenge.” He said before dismissing himself to perform the task laid before him.

"Oh, Deith. I have a task as well, for you or your champion, once you are ready to hear it."

Pausing near the exit, for the maiden was preparing herself to leave, the promiscuous goddess turns to face the Orator whilst wearing her most enticing smirk, silver eyes batting flirtatiously, "Is that so, darling? Well.. Perhaps I'll visit your chambers later when we have more privacy to discuss it?" An impish smile would replace the enticing, her sense of humor as slutty as she looked. 

The Orator turned his mask to face her and simply nodded. As his face was swaddled in cloth and bone, it would be impossible to gauge his facial expression and general disposition at the moment, "I await your presence in my chambers then, my dear."

With a flick of her wrist, the maiden waves her farewell, slipping out of the room in a sway of her hips and toss of her hair.

All the while... Varikh cradled the babe tightly to her chest and carried her out of the chambers, making her way back to the doctor’s office. A small, faint hum in the tune of a lullaby could be heard echoing in the halls.

[warsinmyhead]

❤ Jonah and Briggs

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Dating:

Where was their first official date?

Rockefeller Center during Christmas to look at the tree and lights.

What is their favorite date location?

Any small, hole-in-the-wall place with either good food or coffee/tea. Briggs loves sharing her finds and Jonah feels like a local when exploring these places with Briggs.

How many dates before their first kiss?

4

Who asked who out first?

Briggs. Jonah probably tried to propose doing something other than her repairing another broken weapon or gadget, but stumbled over his words.

How many dates before they considered each other a couple?

5-6

Friends:

How many mutual friends do they have?

5 (I say friends loosely since Jonah is visiting the New York Institute and Briggs is used to seeing majority of the core Nephilim like Izzy and Jace pass through her shop.)

Which one of their friends is most likely to get in between an argument between the ship?

Izzy or Clary. The former does it because she wants Jonah to branch out and thinks Briggs needs some excitement and companionship after all these years. Clary may pick up on the budding relationship but she’ll do it more for the fact that she doesn’t like conflict.

Which one has more friends?

It’s a tie. Both aren’t actively seeking friends out for various reasons. 

Which one has introduced the other to more people?

N/A 

Did they start out as friends and made their way to a couple, or were they a couple almost right away?

Acquaintances doing secret repairs and transactions after hours to friends to a couple.

Arguments:

What do they argue about the most?

Each other’s safety. Jonah tends to stick his neck out to protect innocent Downworlders and in a few cases, Briggs has had a few near escapes with some loyal to the Circle. On the flip side, Briggs will mostly be upset about Jonah doing stupid heroic acts without planning things out carefully, or doing them solo.

How do they usually solve their disagreements?

Both talk it out. It doesn’t get overly heated – maybe a voice is raised slightly then after seeing how the other reacts, they take it down a few notches and remind the other that someone cares about them coming home in one piece at the end of the day.

Do they argue a lot or not very often?

Not often.

Who admits to being wrong more often?

Jonah? I think it mostly has to do with all of the sneaking out, breaking things right after they’ve been fixed, or having Briggs do quick healing jobs so Maryse doesn’t ask. 

Cuddling:

When are they most likely to cuddle?

I think cuddles are rare since Jonah usually has to sneak back into the Institute after his rogue missions. In a rare moment once they’ve become comfortable with each other and things are less insane, Jonah might block off a night where he’ll spend time with Briggs, chat over dinner, then snuggle up on the couch talking until one of them falls asleep.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle?

?? Someplace soft?

Who’s usually the big spoon?

Jonah

Do they cuddle often?

See first question.

Marriage:

Are they married?  If not, is it something that could happen between them?

No. No unfortunately – Briggs is immortal and per traditional codes, Nephilim and Downworlders are forbidden from marrying or dating one another. 

If they are married, where did they get married at?  If not married, what is their dream wedding location?

N/A

If married, who proposed to who?  If not married, who would be more likely to propose to who?

Jonah if in some alternate universe he was immortal or Briggs wasn’t.

If they are married, which one moved in with the other?  If not married, who would be more likely to move in with the other?

Because Nephilim are expected to stay or be close to an Institute and Maryse dislikes Briggs, the pair would likely not stay together. Plus I see both being a bit traditionalist – staying with one another is seen as more of a married or stable couple act.

Children:

Do they have kids?  If not, would they consider having kids?

No and not possible. Briggs is unable to give birth due to her breed.

How many kids do they have?  If no kids, how many kids would they want to have? 

N/A

What are the children’s names?  If no kids, what would they name their kids?

N/A. Both don’t think that far in advance.

Random:

What are three random headcannons you have about the ship that are not related to romance or sex?

Isabelle ships them big time and is always meddling in their lives subtly. “You think we should rub it in her face?”“What?”“A really passionate makeout session?”“BRIDGETTE!”“I’m kidding! But maybe she’d stop trying to steal my phone to pretend I’m sending you suggestive messages and asking you to up your outfit game?”

Jonah never understood the whole couple outfits thing until he started hanging out with Briggs. When the Seelie Queen put her under a love spell, she borrowed a sweater she repaired for him and lowkey he liked her in it. (Minus the fact that she wasn’t herself in that moment.) He may have left that sweater behind, saying she could keep it.

Jonah’s kind of partial to her baking. Maybe its because they’re made from scratch or with love, but it’s hard to say no to something she’s baked.

Which one is more likely to suggest getting pets?

Briggs – Maeve allowed her a pet when she was honing her magic, knowing the young woman could use a companion other than an elderly warlock. It is tough for Briggs to raise one, knowing that she will outlive all of them, but she reminds herself that as long as she treats them well and gives them a good life, she’ll be happier knowing they spent it with someone who loved them, versus being in a shelter.

Which one eats more snack foods?

?? Neither?

What is their favorite movie to watch together?

They don’t have a favorite since both prefer to spend time going out and walking and talking.

What is their favorite tabletop game to play together?

None – Briggs got bored of the board games while with Maeve and Jonah was focused on his training.

What are your three absolute favorite things about this ship?

Despite being self-reliant for most of their lives, both get along because they know what it’s like to be by themselves. There’s a mutual respect for that and continuing to function properly.

In a modern world where there is no sense of shame or modesty left in many regular couples, both seem to have that old school vibe in regards to courtship.

Jonah’s seen her as a teen warlock before she became all hermit-like. I love seeing how they interact in this timeline since she’s a bit rebellious and less uptight.  

What is one thing you don’t like about this ship?

Briggs is immortal and infertile, meaning that even if the relationship became more serious, she will likely outlive Jonah and cannot start a family with him. (Magnus drunkenly reminds her this one night and it puts a damper on her mood big time. She can’t get that out of her mind and often puts space between herself and Jonah if things become serious.)

If you had to rate this ship on a scale of 1-10, what would you give it?

8.5/10

Sex:

Who is more likely to initiate sex?

Maybe Briggs? Both are a bit prudish and unsure of how to approach things, the former being more traditional since women were not supposed to be lewd in asking for sexual pleasure. (She knows from her exposure to 21st Century culture that it’s acceptable for a woman to ask.) I sense that Jonah probably doesn’t want to come off as a creep for asking.

Do they prefer to do it in a bed, or do they prefer a chair, or perhaps the shower?  Maybe other spots?

Bed preferably. Maybe there was a time Jonah was watching Briggs bake in the kitchen and teased that they had time to kill before the cookies were done. “Here?”“Unless you wanna rush to the bedroom, but I’d hate for the cookies to burn so…?”

Do they practice any kind of bdsm in the bedroom at all and if so, what kinds?

Maybe a blindfold was used but they’re not that kinky. Both like a bit of eye contact.

Who’s usually more dominant in the bedroom?

I think both switch depending on the mood. If Jonah’s on the bottom, he likes looking up at Briggs, memorizing details of her body and face. (He doesn’t strike me as a sub!bottom all the time and might push things with her permission, watching as her face contorts and breathing becomes ragged.)

Lights on or off?

Off

Do they share any kinks?

?? Kinks haven’t been discussed but I’d say eye contact? 

Does either one have any kinks that they don’t have in common with the other?

?? Briggs is curious about multiple orgasms and overstimulation, but she keeps this to herself, concerned she could scare Jonah off. She’s not slept with anyone, due to Maeve’s strict upbringing during her early training but she grew up in a time before contraceptives and condoms. (Because she is infertile, she considers the idea of Jonah coming inside without a condom because it’s sort of a turn on for her knowing she made him feel good, but also keeps this private since it could be a little much to bring up.)

Have they ever had sex anywhere public before?

Absolutely not. Both are pretty private.

Who would be most likely to suggest bringing in a third person and who would that person be?

I don’t see either of them doing that. The idea of someone watching them is too much for Briggs to consider and Jonah is fairly modest about anyone seeing him with just his shirt off. 

[jawllines]

But royal Harry being a little shit and feigning illness so that the chambermaid hand feeds him. Requests the chocolates he knows are stashed in the kitchen, he's usually offing them in the middle of the night. But he has the maid pluck them from the box so he can lean in close, eyes on fire, sucking the melting chocolate from their fingers, nearly moaning at the deep slickness of the morsel and the saltiness of their finger pad. He wonders if he could be any more obvious.

I CHANGED IT A BIT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTT

Harry had been sick. Had been, but he felt much better now, despite him still being holed up in bed. The stuffiness in his nose had been cleared, his headache muted to it’s dull remnants, and his cough had went less hacky and crackled to more dry. 

So why was he still acting like he’d been ill? Well, he didn’t have to venture out to help his father with family business, so that was a plus, but it mostly had to do with a particular chambermaid. A younger one, around his age, give or take a few years, who smells like the lavender fields he’d once rode through in France and has a gentle touch. She’d been made responsible for him and his well being, which included tender swiping of his hair from his sweaty forehead in order to lie a cool wet flannel atop of it, entertaining his feverish rambles, sleeping besides him, and waking him up with gentle coos and morning medicine.

And it was nice, having her around. Laid back and unhurried, with no pole shoved up her arse, she was easily different than all the other people in this castle, ladies and blokes alike. It was nice to tell someone about not being interested in the politics of his father’s job, nor having any interest in running an entire kingdom, without a hearty gasp and a scolding of him being to young to decide yet. It was also nice to have her brush through his hair without commenting on it needing a cut (it was growing back out and Harry didn’t feel like getting it redone, much to the resentment of his mother). Not to mention how wonderful it was when she helped bathe him, humming soft sounds as her she scrubbed his arms, torso, and back while her mother changed out his sheets (they decided he could wash his own prick). The best part was crawling into a freshly washed, done up bed, where he could bury his face in the pillows to smell the wonderful soapy mix her mum uses on his laundry. 

That’s probably why, he keeps pretending, lying in his bed with sheets crisp and cool from the nightly washing. Y/N had just sponged him down, and he’d even tricked her into massaging his scalp for a good ten minutes. He was feeling pleasantly clean, fresh, and soothed – sleepy too. And he’s got a hankering for the chocolates hidden in the kitchen cupboard. 

So after his bath he’d sent her off to go steal him some chocolates so this night could truly be perfect. 

Y/N gives two small taps for a knock before scurrying in, letting the door shut with a click and sliding the lock as requested by the prince himself. Done up with a white nightie, holding the chocolates in one hand, and the special, gold plated brush she does his hair with and the ruby speckled comb she does her own with (it was a gift from him after he caught her admiring it). 

“I hope these are the chocolates. They were the only ones stowed away that I was able to reach.” 

Sitting up, Harry grins at he burgundy colored box, “Tha’s it, Pet.” 

They get into position, Harry sitting in the middle of the mattress and the sweet chambermaid on her knees behind him, taking the brush and staring down the middle of his head. Gingerly does she work through tangles from rolling around in bed all day, and the feeling makes his eyes flutter closed, appreciating the tender way she handles him – like he might be made of porcelain. It’s nice to be treated so gently – it makes him want to treat her gently in return. Makes him want to pamper her like she’s been pampering him, especially since he’s been lying. 

After a moment of quiet, Harry’s brows draw together, and he shuffles a bit in realizations, “Y/N?” 

“Yes Your Grace?” She responds, pulling the hair from behind his ears bag in one slow, smooth, undisturbed stroke of the brush. 

“You brought no medicine.” He mentions slowly.

For a moment Y/N pauses, hands stopping midbrush and Harry grumbles and leans into the palm on one side of his head, beckoning her to continue. She does, cautiously, “I did not, Your Grace.” 

“Why is that?” 

“Giving one who is no longer sick medicine for the ill, serves no purpose. Your fever has been down for close to a week, but if you would like me to retrieve it then I will go immediately.” 

She starts to move from beneath him, but he drops his hand down on her thigh and squeezes, “No, don’t.” He looks down – his hand is so big, digging indents into the fleshy skin, her dress had raked up to expose, “You’ve known and you continue to care for me?” Harry turns around, twisting his body to face her and she is looking at him sheepishly, nodding slow. “Why? Am I not wasting our time?” 

“You could never waste my time!” She answers back a little too quickly and as if she were horrified that he could even think such a thing, let alone say it, “If anything I should be most grateful that the prince wants me anywhere near him, being a lowly chambermaid such as I am. I enjoy taking care of you in such a way.” 

A small smile tugs at Harry’s lips as he peels the top off of his chocolates, plucking out a caramel one and biting into it purposefully. In truth he could’ve just plopped the whole thing in his mouth in one go, but he was  feeling sly tonight and Y/N was just terribly cute.  Humble and soft, no concept of riches and he wants to show her it. Wants to show her every piece of gold, and every glittering diamond. Wants to show her all the finer things in life. 

Wants to show her how to feel good.

So he bites into the chocolate to make sure the filling drips messily down his chin, feigning shock as it happens, eyes widening, “Oh no!” He pitches his voice a bit higher as he might if he were actually alarmed, “I’ve gotten caramel all over my chin. Would you clean it for me?” Nodding, Y/N immediately begins to get out of bed but Harry grabs her by the arm, “Where’re you going?”

She pauses, brows furrowing, “To get a wet cloth for your chin.” Within her eyes he can see she’s oblivious to his trick -- he has to bite down hard on the inside of his bottom lip to keep from grinning.

“That’s not how I wish you to clean it.” He tells her, which only confuses her further. Carefully, he runs his thumb over the thin skin of her wrist, “With your mouth. Clean my chin with your tongue.”

Y/N seems startled, blinking rapidly and looking at him like he’s just lost his mind. Before she can even utter it he speaks again, “No nonsense of you having a lowly tongue, either. I wish for you to clean my chin with it and that’s final. If it makes you uncomfortable, by all means you may leave this room and we don’t have to speak of this again.”

It’s true -- Harry may be a prince and he may get what he wants most of the time, but he understands the word no above all else. If she were to show any ounce of discomfort he would end it immediately and no longer pursue her. However, if she stays before him and does as he asks, he knows this will open a can of worms meant to be sealed (but he really couldn’t care, could he?).

She stays quiet, her gaze drifting from the floor to the silk sheets in one long thoughtful swipe, like she might be weighing her options. Harry waits very patiently, his eyes boring into her as he does so and he continues to stroke her wrist gently, enjoying as goosebumps riddle her skin in response to his affections.

There’s a small shift on the mattress, as Y/N begins to lean forward. Harry watches with covered delight as she brings herself closer before him, tongue pressing gently into her bottom lip before touching to the round of his chin and dragging up just beneath his mouth. Backs away to swallow, giving him one last chance to back out but with a gentle nod of his head she leans back in, and runs her tongue over the small sticky string of caramel adhered to his bottom lip.

Harry takes his chance there, parting his mouth and she squeaks as her tongue slips into it, but he gives her no chance to fret. Instead moves forward, covering hers with his own in a kiss that runs through his body like wildfire. Hand at her back, fingers spread and shifting her even closer to him.

She does nothing at first and he’s seconds away from giving up until she kisses back with a curious innocence that excites him. It’s quite possible his lips are the first to touch hers and be it the royal blood in him or something other, Harry loves being first. Thinks for certain, that apart from herself, this means she belongs to him and he surely would like to keep it this way.

When they part it’s with a sticky sound and a small puff of air as Y/N regains her bated breathing. “Are you okay with this?” He asks her, the hand at her back sliding to her side and giving a careful squeeze, “Respond honestly. Prince or not, I cannot continue if it is something you do not desire.”

“I do!” She blurts out, eyes wide as scoots nearer, “I wish to continue, but I fear I will not be up to Your Grace’s standards. I’ve not. . .I’ve not done this before.”

In all Y/N does, it is with a calm confidence that is unperturbed by most. When she’s mixing his medicine, when she brushes his hair, when she’d bathe him and clean his room or changes his sheets -- she never looks small. Never looks like she could be swallowed up by a lion, because she’s a lion herself, and knows that whatever she’s doing she is doing it right. He’s not sure if she sees it, modest as she is, but Harry thinks it’s one of the things that draws him to her (other than her lavender scent and relaxed nature).

But now. . .before him she sits looking lost and nervous and Harry thinks that he should pay Y/N back, for all the extra time she’s spent doting over him. Decides that it’s his turn to take care of her.

So he brushes the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and leaving his palm to cradle her cheek, nearly cooing when she presses into it, “We won’t go too far.” He assures her, fiddling with the fabric of her dress at the hip where his hand still lies, “Straddle my thigh.”

Slowly, Y/N does as he requests after he scoots towards the edge of his bed. Placing a hand on either shoulder as she mounts his thigh, gasping when he rucks her dress up with eager fingers, revealing pretty white panties with a small bow on either end. Once she’s settled, the pads of his thumbs dig grape sized craters into the supple skin, “I’m going to help you, and once you’ve understood what I want then I will let you continue on your own. Roll your hips down onto.” Obediently, she gives an experimental roll of her hips, Harry helping guide her gently, “Tha’s it, Poppet, keep going.”

She does, in small, little rolls she presses cautiously against his thigh until he flexes the muscles in his leg and pushes her down harder atop of him. With a gasp, she stutters to a stop, looking to him with her mouth slightly hung open, “You liked it?” Harry questions her and she nods quickly, holding tightly to his shoulders, “Then keep going.”

At first she’s a bit fumbly and awkward like a baby deer with her movements but soon she builds up a rhythm that has her shaking, huffing breaths through her nose, and biting back small little noises that crawl their way from her throat. Harry watches in awe as she rides his thigh, looking like an angel that’d been blessed to him in her white nightgown that does little to hide the peaks of her breasts, feeling his cock give a fervid throb.

He feels her grow wet against him, her movements becoming more desperate as she stops thinking and the motion of her hips rides off instinct. Chest rising and falling with each panted breath she took, “Does it feel good?” He asks her and again she nods, fast and sure, like if she didn’t he would make her stop, “Mm, say it aloud then.”

“It feels -- it feels very good, Your Grace.” Her voice is whimper-y as he reaches up, running his fingers over her lips, swollen from her own teeth. And dare he say he grows jealous because of it -- he wants to be the one to make hem swollen, so he pulls her into him and catches her mouth. Nibbling at her ample just to suck it into his mouth, a shiver running down his spine when she finally lets out a proper moan because of it.

Harry gives no thought as he reaches down to his stiff cock, slipping his fingers beneath his boxers so he could get a hand around himself. Pulls out so that he can give a good tug, feeling as precum oozes from the tip and he uses his thumb to catch it, swiping it over the ruddy head. He’s still kissing Y/N earnestly; mouths melded together as he swallows down every moan and whimper and whine. Though he could give fuck all about anyone hearing them in the sense that they’d know -- he would just rather these pretty little noises be for him alone.

Only when they part for a breath does Y/N notice he’s pulled his prick out and she gasps, her own thighs squeezing around his that she’s sat on, “Your Grace!” She exclaims and Harry sees as her eyes pierce into his erection, “You’re -- you are so perfect, in every way, even this,” she motions towards it, “You’re so big -- how might it fit anyone?”

He doesn’t know if she’s doing it on purpose or not, but Harry’s cock gives another intense throb, and he feels his heartbeat there beneath his fingertips. The praises go straight to his ego as he bites down his own throaty groan, bringing his knee up so she pressed harder down against him, “God, Pet,” he twists his hand, his head lolls back, voice breaking as he utters, “You’re g’na make me cum.”

And she does, eventually, along with herself. She didn’t have to touch him or anything -- Harry merely stroked himself off while she rode all prettily on his thigh and after she cums and makes a mess of him, Harry doesn’t think he’s ever cum harder; flashes of white beneath his eyelids as they squeeze together. Hell, even when he scoops some onto his fingers and presses them between her puffy, swollen lips his cock gives a halfhearted twitch in more interest (which he ultimately ignores, because Y/N looks exhausted and he too feels sleep weighing heavily on his mind).

He cleans himself and her up, in an odd role reversal, setting her gently besides him on the bed before he decides that’s just too far, and wraps an arm around her waist before tugging her close. Laughs when she gives an affronted squawk then pressing his face into the back of her head, breathing her smell in deep, “Too bloody cute, you are.”

Harry falls asleep quickly.

He dreams of lavender fields that night.

[247krp]

— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Byun Baekhyun, spotted prancing about in the Southwest Side. I don’t remember seeing him with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say independent and reserved? Apparently now he spends time as an actor at Albee Theater, and keeps skeletons buried at Prague Tower, 202. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Teacher’s Pet; we missed you so.

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

Back in high school, Baekhyun was a very shy boy. He used to hide his face every time he passed down the corridor full of beautiful people, he used to cry alone in corners whenever he felt like life was too much and he used to be invisible. Nobody really cared about him, even if he was the perfect subject to bully and tease, people would often ignore him and go on with their lives. Until the age of sixteen, he has been in an on and off depressive state and considered ending his life more than once, yet never had the courage to do so. One day, he got courageous enough to sign his name on the list for acting lessons. For the first couple of months, he had an old woman teaching them acting techniques and mostly helping them break their stage fever and remember lines. Baekhyun loved it there, he loved the atmosphere, he loved the people and he loved the stage (more than he expected to). The old woman however got very sick and could no longer teach them, so as custom asks, she was replaced by a younger male with some years of acting experience behind him. He was a marvellous man, tall and handsome, every girl’s dream. And girls did not really hide their love for the new teacher, they would often offer him compliments and make sure they are spotted. For Baekhyun, however, it was something else. Call it foolish, call it what you want, but for him it was love at first sight. He had never loved before, even if he was well aware of his sexual preferences, he never had something as strong going on. It made him fail at acting, it made him fear the stage and swoon like a lunatic every time the teacher was too close to him. And it did not take long for the male to acknowledge Baekhyun’s weird behaviour. One afternoon, after the acting class was over, Baekhyun was asked to stay behind so that the teacher can have a closer talk to him. The ‘talk’ got closer than Baekhyun expected and with just sixteen he has lost his virginity in the backstage of the school’s theatre. He did not find it weird, nor embarrassing, nor abusive: for him it was love. It only took one week for the rumours to spread and the once shy and innocent invisible boy became the ‘teacher’s pet’ in every sense of the words. Gossip Girl did not go easy on him, she humiliated him and made sure to ring the huge bell loud enough for everyone to hear it from miles away. That embarrassment hit Baekhyun and the mean words that were said about him, made him fall back into his depressive state. But his teacher was there, by his side (at least that is how he felt it) and gave him the affection he never had.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

Baekhyun is a prestigious actor, who gets big roles in important and popular plays and is applauded for each one of them. Even if he is still young, people do not doubt his talent and professionalism. However, bad mouths are around each corner and not only once has Baekhyun had his old reputation popping up in newspapers or on the internet. It seems that most of his haters think that he has slept his way to fame, inventing stories on how he slept with his manager or director to get the role he has desired. Not only that, many bash his acting skills and comment that “acting is not done while having sex” to bite Baekhyun’s pride off and bring up an old topic popular when he was in high school. The past is the past, yes, but Baekhyun’s hurtful relationship managed to leave behind some scars and make him bitter. The only way he managed to ignore hurtful comments, was by presenting a strong self-confidence (that he often does not have) and sometimes coldness. However, the comments would hurt less if they were untrue, but most of them (for Baekhyun’s shame) are true. He did sleep with prestigious people, with actors, who have more experience than he has, in order to get advice and new acting skills, but only because it was the only way requested by them. Baekhyun hardly enjoys sex, but he acts perfectly satisfied even if his heart is as cold as ice. Even if it has to be this way, none of his new ‘partners’ treat him as miserably as his old teacher. He is treated with respect and is often sympathised by the people he sleeps with, therefore he gets patronage and often expensive gifts. So his wealth is often supported by the luxurious people he ends up in bed with, but his career is never affected by his affairs.  

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

Baekhyun was born and raised in a modest family, with no knowledge of who his father was and why he chose to abandon him and his mother. The lovely lady, who used to cut his sandwiches in funny shapes, was everything Baekhyun knew and loved. But there were also his mother’s grandparents that meant a great deal to Baekhyun too. His childhood was a happy one, he spent most of his time playing outside, running and bruising his knees, smiling from ear to ear whenever he would do something stupid in order to be forgiven. And his mother always forgave him, because she had a warm heart and a soft spot for her only son. In primary school, Baekhyun made tons of friends. He used to invite them over and celebrate his birthdays with them or just have pyjama parties now and then. Baekhyun felt like belonged next to people and he enjoyed having so many friends and being a social butterfly. With his mother by his side and his numerous friends, he had it all.

Baekhyun did not really know what life has written for him and he sure did not expect him to be out of ordinary. But as fate has it, it happened for him to be special. At the age of ten, he first discovered that he has no interest in girls. After years of watching girls dance around him, shake their bodies graciously and try to get a ‘boyfriend’ (so hold hands with him or kiss him), he discovered why he was not interested while all his friends were all over the place to get one kiss. Baekhyun met his new neighbour at the age of ten, and how he came that is how he went too. The neighbour did not stay for long, but it was long enough for Baekhyun to realise that he has a crush on him. And the neighbour, had a crush on Baekhyun too. They shared a close friendship for the time the neighbour was there, they shared secrets and held hands, even press some pecks on each other faces once in a while. Baekhyun was very sad when the boy left and his mother eventually found out the reason of his sadness. She accepted Baekhyun the way he was and told him: “Never hide who you really are. You are beautiful, just like that”. And her words stuck with him.

At the age of twelve, a great event shook Baekhyun to the ground. His mother, the lovely woman who he has loved his entire life, was diagnosed with an incurable disease: cancer. The once smiling lady, who used to goofy around to make her son smile, lost her shine. Of course, she was always a sun to Baekhyun, but daily she got paler, sicker and sadder. She tried hard to pull a smile in front of her son, but soon even the daily tasks were too much for her and Baekhyun had to help out with everything. And he did so, because he loved his mother. However, it pained Baekhyun every day to see his mother struggle and fight and fall into sadness as an inevitable result. Baekhyun was her only reason to smile and she tried to keep her smile for him only. When his mother was moved in the hospital, Baekhyun was forced to live with his grandparents, but he visited his mother every day. At the age of fifteen, his mother has passed away. This event left an open wound and made Baekhyun vulnerable to anything. He fell into a deep depression, he mourned his mother daily and felt like his life will never be the same again. His high school days have started awfully, he hated everything and did not find joy in being there, now that his mother was no longer around.

At the age of sixteen, his pain was finally to be ended or at least distracted. His first love made sure to make him feel things he never felt before, to make him happy and fulfilled. But as no real-life love story has a happy ending, his love life ended abruptly and hurt him more than ever. Baekhyun was ashamed to face his grandparents after what happened (even if they had no knowledge of what happened and even if they did, they kept their mouths shut). He spend most of his university time at the dorms and only visited his grandparents again at the age of twenty, only to be hugged and kissed and congratulated for his great results. His grandparents were very proud of him and Baekhyun found once more the happiness he has lost.

Starting with the age of twenty, his success started to build up like a snowman. He got small roles at first that were to be performed in big theatres. Soon, his talent was rewarded with his first big role: Benedick from Shakespeare’s comedy Much Ado About Nothing. He was so loved for his performance that it convinced his teacher that he deserves to continue his acting career. He graduated university with the highest grade and was immediately sent to stage to act in classic plays, modern plays and even some small parts in musicals. His success emerged and soon the television asked him to act in short commercials or short parts on TV. Despite the hate that he frequently receives he still emerges, he still grows and is applauded for every performance.

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

What are your thoughts and headcanons about how Akashi would fall in love? Can I ask you to describe an OC that is like Akashi's ideal girlfriend/future wife in a headcanon way? Interview said that he likes elegance and dignity in a girl, so, considering your long, detailed, very accurate thoughts, would you share your thoughts?

I don’t mind at all! Let’s see…actually when I thinkof Akashi’s perfect girlfriend/future wife I think about what I call a “FlowerGirl” (For this, I’ll call the OC “Hana”) Let me now show you what I mean for FlowerGirl:

I don’t believe that Akashi could ever be interestedin a high class girl, he seems to be bored about his own world; evencanonically, he’s always more curious about the “commoner world” of hisfriends. That’s why she’s a normal girl.

She’s been brought up from his traditionalistgrandparents, so she has perfect manners and a deep knowledge of the correctetiquette.

She seems a fairy, straight out from a fairy talebooks. Fair, elegant and delicate traits. Long, soft hair. Thin and tiny, anair of frailty surrounding her. Big, shiny eyes and a kind smile.

She doesn’t wear makeup usually, maybe a light one onspecial occasions. She looks good with everything, but prefers simple butrefined clothes: dresses and skirts with shirts, pastel color are the best onher. Obviously, she takes care of herself and looks always tidy and smart. Shelikes putting flowers in her hair.

She’s a bit shy and gets flustered easily, but she’salso really friendly and generous. Always polite and very kind, ready to help others withoutthinking twice; maybe slightly naïve and innocent. She gets enthusiastic about everything,even the most little things and loves to share her passion with others. Good listener and quiet speaker,likes to see the bright side of everything, modest and sober. Dreamer andpractical at the same time. She can be clumsy, in a cute way.

She’s a lot of patience, however when mad she becomeschildish and pouts in adorable way that it’s impossible to take seriously.Being really stubborn, only a sincere, heartfelt apology can make her smileagain.

She works in a flower shop as a part timer to pay forher studies. She’s going to take a Literature’s degree in the future.

First encounter? I have this head canon that one day Akashi,after a reunion with the GoM at Maji’s Burger, decided to walk home by foot.The others had mocked him for being too spoiled, always coming with a limousine,so he had decided to try to do like them. However, he hadn’t considered theweather and he found himself drenched by the rain when was midway, without umbrellabut too proud to call someone to pick him up. Trying not to lose his cool, hesearched shelter under the canopy of the nearest shop: a small but picturesqueflower shop. Our lovely girl, Hana, seeing the stranger (who seemed a prince)outside the door, dripping wet, immediately let him in, bringing towels and ahot cup of tea. She refused his money as a “compensation for the bother” and justlet him wander around her while she arranged flowers and took care of plants,waiting for the rain to stop. They talked quietly all the afternoon, Akashismoothly conversing and learning more about her. Something in Hana rememberedhim of his mother, maybe her sweet smile or the way her eyes lightened up whenhe laughed. From that day onwards, he stopped taking the limousine and startedstopping at the shop every time she had a turn.

At first she’s slightly struck but how healthy he isand, in particular, ready to spend everything for her. She’s never beinginterested in money or luxuries, so she patiently tries to contain him whilealso assuring him that she appreciates the thought.

Akashi plans their date as if they were war missions,in every detail. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing her excitement, herstarry-eyes or hearing her laughter. He’s also very romantic, borderlinecheesy, and sometimes he exaggerates. She’s now used to it and just kisses himlightly suggesting he has overdid it. Again. At first however, she panicked andget really embarrassed. (Going to Paris for the first date wasn’t his bestidea.)

Akashi loves learning common things from her, how awashing machine works for example, even though he had already planned, whenmarried, to live in a mansion with the appropriate number of servers. She’sagreed to his treasured plan, but only if during University they’re going tolive together in a normal apartment.

Akashi loves to bring her to high society’s partiesand always arranges everything so that she is more beautiful than usual (he’s ashow-off). That said, no man apart from him is allowed near her. She initially feelsout of place and uneasy, but for the sake of his smile tries her best to enjoythem and to impress the others hosts (she often fears not being enough or being considered unworthy of Akashi).

I totally believe Akashi would be the most jealous guyever. The first months they were dating, he paid a bodyguard to follow her andprotect her during her shifts at the shop. When Hana discovered it, she got madfurious and scolded him for an hour and half to make him stop it. He was forcedto agree, but started to pick her up personally (to ease his worried heart).

Even if she’s quite scared of his Emperor’ side, shenever backs out. Does she think she’s right? Then I’m sorry, but nothing willmove her, much to Akashi’s exasperation. Akashi for her is human and with flawslike everyone else (flaws that she knows well), so she never falls for his intimidatingor melodramatic acts.

She’s the Rakuzan Princess, addressed as “Himd-chan”.They treat her like the wife of their mafia’s boss, sheltering her from everything(really, everything. She can’t even bring shopping bags by herself when they’rewith her.) Not that Akashi would have ever accepted a different treatment, butshe truly cares about them.

Hana goes to every single match, sitting quietly inthe first seats. She doesn’t screams or yell, but looking at Akashi playing herwhole face lightens up; she clenches her fists for the adrenaline, her eyesglued to her boyfriend and lips bended in a proud smile. She loves his slenderfigure, the way he moves and rule the court with confidence and charisma. And whenAkashi feels her eyes on him, becomes unstoppable.

After a match, she waits patiently for him at theentrance of the gym and, from the outside, she seems a very refined andcomposed lady, but, when he finally sees Akashi, she literally jumps up. She rushestowards him, stopping a few centimeters far from him, and shows him her most beamingsmile. “Congratulations for you victory!” says and Akashi smiles back, before placinggently a hand behind her head and pulling Hana towards him. First a small,chaste kiss on her forehead as a thank you, then a passionate one on the lipsbecause he loves her smile too much to wait until they’re home. On their wayback, she recalls all the coolest moment of the match and tells him how excitedshe was, sincerely complimenting him.

Akashi is a tease: surprise kisses, sudden hugs, bold statementsin the middle of nowhere…he wants to see her blushing, he wants to see that shewants him. However, he never goes too far, otherwise he knows she’s going topout and force him to sleep on the couch.

He has the habit to mark her with a hickey on the neckto “mark property”, even if she always scolds him for that.

Hana always begs him to play the piano or the violinfor her, curled up on the couch. He writes new pieces just for Hana.

She’s good at singing and Akashi usually tries tobribe her to listen to her voice, since she’s shy. When he plays, sometimes shesings to accompany him.

Akashi teaches her how to play shoji and chess until she’sgood enough to win against Midorima. However, she prohibited him from lettingher win: when she’s gonna beat him, it’ll be only thanks herself. (Akashi wasawestruck and incredibly proud when she said this.)

Sometimes he reads aloud books to help her sleep.

Hana is unable to walk with high heels, but, whenAkashi chooses her outfits for the party, he always picks up a pair of them.This way, he has an excuse to not leave her side for the whole night (and he findsfunny how often she falls, grabbing onto him with a little yelp) and then to bridalcarry her home. He truly loves bridal carry Hana.

-Akashiwants children, dozen of children, because the motherly smile Hana gives to babiesis the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. I bet during her first pregnancy he’sgoing to be the more overprotective and sweet husband ever existed, probablytoo much for her

[keiraknighted]

olive branch

Summary:  Bellamy walks in on his step daughter, Clarke, masturbating, and punishes her for being a slut.

Written for the 2017 100 Kink Meme

AO3 // ff.net

Bellamy hears Clarke get home from her friend's house, and she obviously thinks she's home alone from the way she turns up her music full blast and sings along badly. To be fair, he's supposed to be out with Abby tonight, attending some benefit or other. He begged out of it at the last minute, claiming he had work to catch up on. Which is true, but he's also sick of being treated like Abby's arm candy by her rich friends, instead of her husband like he is.

He could go and tell Clarke to keep it down, but he decides to just ignore her instead. It's not like she'll listen to him anyway. He's tried to tell her what to do before and all he got in return was a pouty glare and a "you can't tell me what to do, you aren't my dad."

She turns down the music after a while anyway, and Bellamy gets lost in his work until an hour or so later when his stomach starts to growl. He thinks about cooking for a split second before deciding to order take out, and in a moment of good will, or perhaps maybe madness, he decides he'll ask Clarke if she wants anything. Extend the olive branch so to speak.

Truth be told he doesn't like Clarke all that much. She's seventeen and obviously brilliant, spending most of her time studying or painting. She knows she's brilliant though, and she knows she's sexy, a fact which he can't ignore despite the fact that she's his stepdaughter. And yet despite her large tits and sex appeal, she's modest and pure, never bringing boys or girls home, never even showing and interest. She can't seem to put a foot wrong, and if she's ever done anything bad, she's never been caught. It irks him to no end how seemingly perfect she is.

Still, he's married to her mom. They have to live together for at least another year. He has to try to get along with her, even if his efforts are futile. So he puts his work aside and heads to Clarke's room. He can hear muffled noises as he approaches, and he thinks maybe she's watching something on Netflix.  The door is half open and he's about to knock lightly on the doorframe when he sees her.  

His breath catches at the sight of her. She's face down on her bed, totally naked, her ass in the air, grinding down on a pillow between her legs. Her shaved cunt is on full display, pink and glistening with her juices and he can practically smell her arousal. She slides a hand between her legs, playing with herself, rubbing her clit frantically. He's immediately hard, watching her as she humps the pillow, her moans muffled by the pillows at her head.

He should probably leave. That's what a gentleman would do. But he's just so pleased that Little Miss Perfect has a naughty side. That he's caught her in the act, doing something she shouldn't. So he stays. And he watches her finger herself, watches her ass cheeks tremble as she desperately seeks more friction between her legs, her tits rubbing against the sheets beneath her. His cock strains against his pants, and he fights off the urge to pull it out and jerk himself off. He has better plans.

Clarke's moans get louder and more urgent and Bellamy can tell she's getting close. He waits until she's right on the edge before he alerts her to his presence. He wants to see her face as she comes, at the same time she realises he's been watching her fuck herself like a common whore.

"Clarke," he says, his voice deep and commanding. She whips her head around, panic in her eyes, her hand already retreating from between her legs, but it's too late. She grinds down against the pillow between her legs as she comes, throwing her head back, her face contorted in ecstasy.

"Oh god, Daddy," she cries and Bellamy's jaw drops at the same time as his cock jumps wildly, straining even harder against the fly of his jeans. Well, he certainly hadn't been expecting that.

"What did you call me?" he asks her, stepping into the room. She hasn't yet recovered from her orgasm, her face is flushed and she's breathing heavy. She glances up at him guiltily and he can see the humiliation in her eyes.

"N-nothing," she denies. To his surprise she doesn't yell at him to get out or scream that he's a pervert. She doesn't even attempt to cover her bare ass and pussy that are still neatly on display for him. Instead she just looks up at him, ashamed, her cheeks flaming.

"What did you call me?" he demands again, his voice rough and forceful. He strides across the room to loom over her. Clarke looks down, bites her lip hesitantly.

"Daddy," she whispers.

"Louder."

"I called you Daddy," she says, swallowing, unable to meet his gaze. Bellamy laughs and Clarke flinches.

"You're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he accuses, and Clarke nods, much to his delight. "What are you?"

"A dirty slut," she tells him, bringing her eyes up to meet his again. Bellamy smirks. He is going to have so much fun with this.

"You been thinking about me? Imagining me while you touch yourself? Hm?" Bellamy asks her.

"Yes."

"You call me Daddy to your friends, Clarke? Or is that just for your little fantasies?" he smirks. He doesn't wait for her to answer. "You walk around here like some innocent little princess, up there on your high horse. Your mother thinks you're her perfect little angel. But really you're a depraved little whore. A slut desperate for a fucking. Aren't you?"

"Yes," Clarke whispers again.

"You know what happens to sluts?" he says, his voice low. Clarke shakes her head, her eyes wide. "They get punished." He hears her breath hitch and he smirks at her. "Now," he says, a little patronisingly. "How should you be punished? I could tell your mother. I should tell her. I shouldn't keep things from my wife."

"Please don't tell her," Clarke begs. "Please, Bellamy, don't tell her."

"Now, Princess. You're not to call me Bellamy anymore, understand?" he says pointedly. Clarke flushes.

"Yes. Sorry, Daddy," she says. "Please don't tell my mom."

"Fine, I won't tell her," he concedes, as though he'd ever been going to. "I guess I'll just have to give you a spanking instead. If you ask me nicely."

"Oh, thank you, Daddy. Please, please spank me," Clarke begs, and Bellamy nods, pleased.

"Get up," he commands her and Clarke rises to her knees, and Bellamy finally gets a good look at those obscenely large tits. They sway heavily as she makes her way to the edge of the bed and Bellamy stares at them, mesmerised. He can't wait to get his mouth on them. But first things first.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to lie across his lap. She does so obediently, positioning her pussy above his crotch so that his hard cock presses against her clit. He chuckles to himself before shifting her slightly. She's going to enjoy this, but she's not going to enjoy it that much.

"You've been a very naughty girl," he coos. "You know you deserve this, don't you Princess?"

"Yes," Clarke agrees breathily. She wants it so bad, he can tell. "Spank me, Daddy. I deserve it." Bellamy still feels a thrill each time she calls him Daddy.

He presses a hand to her ass gently, letting her know exactly where his hand is going to fall, before bringing it up and snapping it against her ass sharply. She squeals and writhes against him.

"Hold still, Princess. Or I'll have to punish you even more," he warns. Clarke stops wriggling, tenses her whole body, waiting for the next slap. He spanks her again, in the same spot and she squeals again, but manages to hold still. Bellamy admires the way her ass cheek reddens with his handprint. He brings his hand to her ass again, and this time the noise she makes is more of a moan.

Bellamy can't resist giving her ass a rub, his fingers sneaking between her legs to feel how wet she is. Absolutely sopping. And all for him. A strand of sticky fluid glistens between her cunt and his fingers as he pulls his hand from between her legs.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Princess?" he asks.

"Yes Daddy," Clarke whispers, and he can hear the shame in her voice.

"Let's make one thing clear," he growls. "You are not allowed to come until I say so. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," Clarke squeaks. He slaps her ass again, returning to the punishment, quickly followed by another, and she whimpers helplessly. His dick is painfully hard and he wants nothing more than to push her down onto the bed and fuck her, but he isn't done with the punishment yet. He brings his hand down on her stinging red ass another three times in quick succession, the moans he's eliciting somewhere between that of pain and pleasure.

"Had enough, Princess?" he asks.

"Yes, Daddy, my ass hurts so bad," Clarke whines.

"Too bad," he snarls, smacking her ass again, making her cry out. He needs to wind this up soon though, or else he's going to come in his pants before he gets a chance to fuck her. So he gives her one last stinging slap, then rubs her ass again, gently but possessively. "I think you've had enough spanking," he decides. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, Daddy," Clarke replies. "I'll be good from now on."

"Hm, I'm not so sure," Bellamy frowns. "I think a slut like you never really learns her lesson. How about I fuck you to find out?"

"Yes, Daddy, fuck me," Clarke begs, "please fuck me." Bellamy smirks. He puts his arms under and scoops her up, standing up and dropping her on the bed.

"Get on your hands and knees," he orders, and Clarke hastens to obey. She watches him as he undoes his belt and pants, and he practically groans with relief as he releases his cock from its binding. Clarke's eyes widen as he pushes his pants and boxers down and she gets her first sight of his massive cock. Bellamy smirks at her worried expression.

"Big, isn't it?" he taunts. Clarke nods. "You ever had a cock this big inside you?" Clarke shakes her head. A thought occurs to Bellamy then and he pauses. "Have you ever had a cock inside you?" Clarke blushes.

"No, Daddy," she admits.

"I bet you think about cock all the time though, don't you, you little slut?"

"Yes," she breathes.

"Bet you wish someone had gotten into your panties sooner. Bet you touch yourself every night, thinking about multiple cocks entering your tight little body, fucking you, coming inside you, covering you in semen," he says roughly. Clarke is bright red but she nods, and fuck, Bellamy keeps expecting her to deny it, to tell him to get out, to tell him how sick he is, but she keeps surprising him.

"Lick my cock, Clarke," he growls softly, and Clarke leans forward, her warm tongue gliding over the bulging head of his cock, and it throbs dangerously. Fuck, he really wants to get his cock between those pretty pink lips of hers, to fuck her face, but he won't last long and he needs to feel her tight virgin pussy around his monster of a cock.

She licks at him again and he pulls back.

"That's enough," he says and Clarke looks up at him with those deceivingly innocent blue eyes. "Turn around." Clarke turns around, still on her hands and knees, and Bellamy pushes her forward a little so he can kneel behind her on the bed. "Now, tell me what you want, Princess."

"I want to get fucked, Daddy," Clarke says. "I want you to fuck me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a slut," Clarke says obediently. "I'm your dirty little slut."

"That's right," Bellamy agrees. "You're a fucking slut, Clarke. A little whore. I'm going to fuck your whore pussy. But you aren't allowed to come until I say you can, remember?"

"Yes, Daddy, I remember." He places his cock at her entrance, letting her juices spill out of her pussy and onto his huge throbbing dick. He slides the tip of his cock between her pussy lips, up and down her slit, brushing against her clit, making her moan obscenely.

"I want you to beg for it," Bellamy says, his voice low and commanding. "Beg me to fuck you like the slut you are."

"Oh, fuck me, please, Daddy. Put your cock inside me. I need it. I need you to fuck me, please," she begs desperately, and Bellamy can't hold back any longer. She cries out as he pushes inside her, still begging him for his cock.

"You like that, slut?" he demands. Her pussy is wet and sloppy, and it goes in easily despite her inexperience.

"Yes, Daddy," Clarke moans. "Oh, your cock is so big. Fill me up, please." He pushes in further, and she lets out a sob. He wonders if she'll actually be able to take the whole thing. He pushes in further, until there's only an inch of his cock left. He pauses, admiring the way his thickness spreads her pussy lips and disappears inside her cunt. She's already got nine inches inside her and he's not going to stop now. He thrusts, pushing the rest of his cock inside her and she moans pathetically. His pelvis snaps against her still red ass, his balls smack against her skin.

"You fucking dirty whore, you took the whole thing. My entire cock is inside your cunt. How does that feel?" he asks her.

"I love it, Daddy. It feels so good. I feel so full. Please fuck me with it, Daddy," Clarke babbles. Bellamy pulls out of her slightly so he can ram his cock into her, hard and Clarke gasps.

"You want it hard, don't you, slut?" he says.

"Yes, fuck me hard," Clarke pants, and Bellamy obliges her, thrusting against her forcefully, his cock disappearing in and out of her sopping cunt.

"Imagine if everyone knew what a slut you are," Bellamy grunts as he fucks her. "Perfect Princess Clarke is nothing but a dirty whore, a common slut who needs a big thick cock inside her. What are you, Clarke?"

"I'm a dirty whore," she cries. "A slut. I'm a slut who needs to be fucked by your big cock. Oh, oh. Don't stop. Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fuck your little slut." God, he doesn't think he can last much longer with her talking like that, her pussy gripping around him tightly as he fucks into her.

"You know what sluts love?" Bellamy grunts. "They love having their asshole fingered," he says.

"Yes," Clarke moans. "Finger my ass, Daddy. Put your finger in my slutty little asshole." Bellamy groans at her enthusiastic response, and he slips a hand between her legs to gather her juices on his fingers before bringing them to her asshole. He traces the tight little hole with his index finger before pressing the tip into her, and she whines desperately as he works his finger into her asshole, continuing to fuck her pussy with his cock.

"Oh, it feels so good, Daddy! I need to come, please let me come," she begs.

"No," he says. He's knuckle deep in her ass, balls deep in her pussy and he's probably about to come himself. But he wants to make her wait for it.

"Please Daddy, let me come," she continues to beg. "I don't think I can stop it!"

"If you come before I say so, I will tell your mother what a dirty little slut you are, you hear me?" he threatens. "I will tell her how I caught you humping your pillow, fingering yourself. I'll tell her you begged me to fuck you, to finger your ass. Got it?"

"Yes Daddy, please don't tell her. I won't come," she says, and then she moans as Bellamy swirls his finger inside her asshole. He's panting heavily, using all his self restraint to keep from coming inside her. She's whining pathetically, on the edge of orgasm but not allowed to come until he says so.

He hears a noise downstairs somewhere.

"Bell, I'm home!" Abby calls. He feels Clarke tense around him.

"Oh my god," she squeals.

"Sounds like your mom is home early," he says. The bedroom door is still wide open and Bellamy knows Clarke is thinking about what her mother will see if she comes up here. Her perfect little angel being fucked from behind, with a cock Abby knows exactly how big, and a finger in her ass. But the thought only spurs Bellamy on.

"You can come now," he tells Clarke, thrusting hard into her, playing with her asshole. Clarke shudders, her pussy clenching around his cock as she comes, dragging him over the edge with her. He pulls out of her just in time, can't risk her getting pregnant, and shoots his load all over her ass and pussy, getting some on his hand, his finger still in Clarke's ass. He pulls his finger out and Clarke collapses onto the bed. Her flips her onto her back, puts his come covered hand up to her mouth.

"Lick it off," he tells her, and Clarke does so obediently. "And my cock," he adds, swinging his now soft cock into her face which she licks clean, lapping at his cock and balls like a kitten. Bellamy gets off the bed and quickly gets dressed as Clarke lies there, seemingly unable to move.

"Your mom will be up here in a second," he warns, picking her dress up off the floor and throwing it at her. "No time to clean your ass," he shrugs, and Clarke turns red as she struggles to put her dress on. She just manages to cover herself when Abby sticks her head around the door.

"Here you are," Abby says, and Bellamy glances at Clarke. She looks terrified, worried her mother will guess what they've been up to. Bellamy gets a sick thrill from the thought that Clarke is sitting there on her bed with her ass covered in his come, unable to do anything about it. Abby steps into the room and gives her husband a kiss. "What have you two been up to?"

"Working mostly," Bellamy says easily. "I just came up here to see if Clarke wanted something to eat."

"That's nice," Abby smiles at her daughter, totally oblivious. "It's nice to see you two getting along."

"Isn't it?" Bellamy agrees with a sly glance at Clarke.

"Why don't you two come downstairs? I want to tell you all about the terrible night I've had," Abby laughs and Bellamy joins in.

"I'll be down in a minute," Clarke squeaks. Abby nods and leaves the room, but Bellamy raises an eyebrow at her.

"Now, Clarke," he says authoritatively. He knows she wants a few minutes to clean up her come covered ass, maybe put on some panties. He'll be damned if he lets her. He almost expects her to argue, but she just turns red and nods getting off the bed and following her mother. Bellamy catches her arm.

"You belong to me now, Clarke," he reminds her. "And I expect my little slut to be ready whenever I want her."

"Yes, Daddy," she agrees.

[multi-muse-transect]

An Empress and a Princess.

AU: An accident happens leading to an interdimensional mix up of unusual proportions. Mira Wren Bridger, leader of the First Order meets Mira Wren Bridger, Jedi Padawan. The two have a talk in the dinner table. As always, Mira belongs to @meldy-arts. @hotsam1 @eyeloch @angies-team

The house of the supreme leader is a very modest one unlike Snoke’s.  Mira’s home is an almost minimalist house that is located in the snowy woods. It is guarded by Imperial sentry droids and dark troopers alongside some drones patrolling the perimeter around the house. The house has two rooms, one guest and the other obviously belongs to the supreme leader. The living room has a fireplace with a TV hovering over it alongside a rug on the ground. The door windows show the backyard. In front of the TV and fireplace is a a couch. 

Inside the kitchen is supreme leader Bridger aka Mira Wren Bridger making some hot chocolate for her.....Unexpected visitor. It all began when the leader approved for a new transportation test for troopers to come in easily to the battlefield but an unexpected result happened-It ripped space and time and brought someone from a different world, a different universe.....herself. Sitting on a chair in front of a table and looking at her with hateful eyes is her counterpart, (Padawan) Mira or what she dubs, teen Mira. (Supreme leader) Mira is wearing a standard black sweater and pants also has shortened hair while her alternate self has long and somewhat wild looking hair also wearing armor similar to her mother.

It was awkward when they met, she killed like two stormtroopers and also almost killed captain Phasma but she stopped her via force push. (Padawan) Mira hated her other self, being the leader of the First Order and wondered what happened to her family unless they’re dead of course. She would never see herself as a member of the First Order but here she stands as their leader. She hasn’t even spoken since the supreme leader decided to take care of her.  (Supreme leader) Mira finishes up the drinks and walks towards her counterpart then sits in front of her. (Padawan) Mira looks at the hot chocolate suspiciously in front of her as (Supreme leader) Mira drinks some in front of her then pulling out her Nintendo switch to play some Battlefront. (Padawan) Mira pulls at her lightsaber through the force as it flies towards her but her counterpart catches it immediately much to her annoyance. She sighs knowing that this is herself she is dealing with here and she could probably tell her moves.

“.....So what are you doing to do with me? Seduce me to the dark side? Torture me to death through boredom?” (Padawan) Mira asks.

“No, just here to watch you.” (Supreme leader) Mira replied as sounds of blaster fire are heard on her Nintendo switch. She’s simply killing time until someone finds a solution so she can go away and she can spend time with her secret wife, Blare. 

“For a supreme leader, you don’t seem to act like you’re....Supreme.” She suspiciously asks her.

“Uh-huh. I’m not like Snoke or Palpatine. I do what’s best for the First Order evidenced by the news articles you’ve read about me back at the base.” (Supreme leader) Mira replied as she dodges an incoming blaster shot in the game. She is now on a hundred killstreak armed with her favorite in-game weapon, the bo-rifle. The force has its perks in terms of gaming. 

“Anti-corruption speeches, donations to charity, assisting in New Republic operations, corruption busting, etc, etc.....Oh now I get it! You’re trying to bore me to death! That must be your dark side power.” The padawan joked while (Supreme leader) Mira rolls her eyes and drinks some hot chocolate.

“You should try the hot chocolate before it gets cold. Its one of the best.” She advised.

“Its probably laced in cyanide. I know you Imperials.” (Padawan) Mira smirked. She looks around her environment then turns her eyes to the supreme leader.

“You’re free to walk around my house.” (Supreme Leader) Mira replied. (Padawan) Mira gets up from her chair and checks the place out. She lands on the couch and turns on the TV to show that its showing the Immortal and the Restless causing her to roll her eyes to switch it to Five Nights at Teddy’s. (Padawan) Mira turns to the stand the lamp is on to see portraits. Some are medals, pictures with old squad mates, a black haired woman.....Her family. (Padawan) Mira picks up the portrait of the family of her counterpart. Her father looks older alongside her mother, in the center is (Supreme leader) Mira next to Zeb but the thing that catches her eye the most is the same woman in a wedding dress.

She is soon caught off guard by (Supreme Leader) Mira sitting next to her as she switches the show to the Walking Rakghoul though its a rerun. 

“So tell me about yourself.” (Supreme leader) Mira said.

“Myself? Why?” (Padawan) Mira asks.

“I want to explore the possibilities of what my life could have been.” She explained. 

“Well explain yourself then! I mean, I could imagine myself as the leader of a murderous organization turned passive-aggressive.” The padawan countered. (Supreme Leader) Mira stops for a moment then turns to her with a sympathetic look on her face but sighs.

“.....My father and mother left me behind to a friend named Ketsu Onyo since they went off to fight the First Order. The place was a village in Carlac, snowy and very calm. But....That peace came to an end when Deathwatch came in and the First Order came to bring law and order to the planet. The village was Deathwatch’s last stand and the final battle took place there. A soldier found out who I was and chased me as I separated from Ketsu. Captain Phasma saved me though and was under the impression my parents are dead alongside Ketsu. She took me in afterward.” (Supreme Leader) Mira explained.

“And you became a stormtrooper.....” (Padawan) Mira sadly hangs her eyes.

“Yes I did but....I was raised different from the other troopers. I didn’t feel different though. I felt like every other trooper. Just an extension of the First Order and weapon. But unlike them, I had compassion for others and even go as far as to save another friend and spare an enemy if necessary unless he or she tried to kill me. Something was different about me and I didn’t know it....I realized what it was: I was a person. Unlike the other troopers, I had autonomy and even have a sense of identity like them. Heck I even got into a relationship....” (Supreme Leader) Mira sighs and half chuckles.

“It was the woman in the picture from years ago wasn’t it?” 

‘No, no....It was a scavenger named Rey. I met her during my tour at Jakku after captain Phasma assigned me to the planet. We...We interloped as in....You’re a teenager, you would know. But I loved her with all my heart and wanted to protect her from my duties from the First Order, fearing the Resistance would use her against me. So I broke up with her....” She explained as (Padawan) Mira look in pity. From thinking she was another Snoke or Natasi Dala to a woman who sacrificed everything for her duties.

“You still love her don’t you?” (Padawan) Mira asks.

“There wasn’t any moment I thought of her. Even when I was put into the First Order Rescue and Intelligence division. But I knew she would be happy without me too, that she would find another woman that wouldn’t be a danger to her. Soon I found myself as an agent who protected the innocent and served the people....But Snoke....Snoke called me in. He said that I was honorably discharged from the First Order. For the first time in my life I was....I was useless. I wandered the galaxy and became a bounty hunter, it wasn’t my option if I wanted to survive. I thought she was better off without me....It wasn’t until Kyle Katarn found me.” The woman explained.

“And so we found my future wife and we a lot of crazy things to find my parents who were in Lothal at the time. I fought the First Order....I fought the people who saved me and the friends I made. Like always, the bad guys lose and the good guys win. But something caught me off guard though....”

“It was this job wasn’t it?” (Padawan) Mira replied.

“It turns out that Snoke....saw some kind of potential for me. A test given since my induction.....If I reached it then I would become the Supreme Leader. Phasma told me since it was part of a protocol in case Snoke dies and Thrawn takes over but if Thrawn is killed also, then I’m in charge. But this test was a failure....Phasma saw the survival of the Imperial ways through me so I took it. I wanted to save my other family....my brothers, my sisters.....This wasn’t the future I wanted but I didn’t want the First Order falling apart. So I did, I became the leader of the First Order. Seeing how powerful we are, I decided it was best for me to have a seat in the senate as I lead the First Order.”  She ended with a smile.

“.....So is it true that the Imperial march plays every time you walk?” The teen asks causing her to softly chuckle. 

“From what I can gather, you are me from a world where I stayed with my parents. It must be.....A very good experience.” (Supreme Leader) Mira observed. 

“My parents care a lot about me....Sometimes too much but they mean well. Does your parents.....”

“Oh they do care about me big time. Always worrying about my job and my duties, though I accomplish my role as a daughter by calling them.” The Imperial answered. The two hear a knock on the door causing her to get up and open the door to reveal Blare Wren Bridger in her typical Jedi robes.

“Those dark troopers scare the living daylights out of me, you should replace them with Imperial infiltration droids.” Blare suggested.

“At least they won’t shoot you.” (Supreme leader) Mira replied before she enters. Blare hangs up her robes revealing her standard Jedi outfit. She heads to the living room with (Padawan) Mira looking at her.

“So how’s the lovely supreme leader that is my wife doing?~” Blare flirted to (Padawan) Mira mistaking her for her wife.

“Um....I think you’re talking to the wrong Mira.” (Padawan) Mira blushed causing Blare to blink her eyes and turn around to see (Supreme leader) Mira then realizing the age gap between them. 

“Oh sweet Ashla!” Blare cried in panic realizing she was flirting with a teenager much to her horror. 

“I’m so so sorry! You both look the same....Sort of!” She apologized.

“Its okay.” The Padawan replied while rubbing the back of her head. Blare sighs then looks back at (Supreme leader) Mira. 

“So what did the supreme leader of the First Order whip up for dinner today?” Blare asks her before (Supreme Leader) Mira walks to the kitchen. 

“Bantha steak soup with a side of garlic bread.” (Supreme leader) Mira replied in a British accent parodying Orson Krennic before opening the fridge to reveal the now ready meal. All she has to do is boil the soup. The Imperial uses the force to turn on the stove which lights up as she focuses her energy to lift the entire soup from its place then dunks it into the into the pot that is placed on the active stove. It begins to boil as (Supreme Leader) Mira places the garlic bread into the microwave. She checks her watch then the soup right before deactivating the stove then uses a spoon to taste it.

“Hm...It tastes just right!” (Supreme leader) Mira picks the pot up and places it on the table as (Padawan) Mira and Blare sit on their respective seats while (Supreme leader) Mira places a bowel and place on each spot. She then gets the garlic bread before sitting on her table and using the serving spoon to pour some soup into her bowl.  The two do the same as (Padawan) Mira has a sip....The flavor is very inciting 

“Wow, who knew the supreme leader can cook!” (Padawan) Mira complemented.

“Its a skill I learned from my mother.” (Supreme Leader) Mira replied before heading an ahem from Blare.

“And from my wife.” She added. 

“So I heard reports of an accident that caused her to enter our world.” Blare observed (Padawan) Mira. 

“By her age, she looks old enough to look like our daughter.” The Imperial said before sipping some water.

“Oh please.” (Padawan) Mira sassed. 

“And the thought of having kids is last in her list.” Blare smirked.

“Hey! I think about having children.....sometimes.....” (Supreme Leader) Mira replied while looking her eyes away. 

“Uh-huh, you think about it in your office when you get home..” The Jedi replied.

“Blare Wren Bridger, I would make a death star for you my love. So if you want to have kids then we shall have children.” (Supreme Leader) Mira countered. Blare smiles at her wife before having another sip of the soup.

“So what’s it like being supreme leader? Do you over dramatic speeches and all?” (Padawan) Mira asks her.

“It’s.....Lonely but sometimes you remember the things you fight for and also you hang around the higher ups of the First Order and maybe also play the occasional trash can basketball. Also the traditional giant hologram thing, I use it for private sessions.” (Supreme Leader) Mira explained her position. 

“You know, you should train at Luke’s order. There’s always a spot for you there.” Blare told (Padawan) Mira.

“Thanks for the offer but no thanks.....I already got my Jedi training from my dad.”  (Padawan) Mira replied. The group continues to eat their meal while (Padawan) Mira looks at her alternate self and how compassionate she is. (Supreme Leader) Mira notices that something is wrong with her.

“Something the matter? You seem awfully down.” 

“It’s just....I’m surprised and all. I thought you were some Imperial warlord but you act just exactly like me if I was an adult. Now I’m here having dinner with the supreme leader and her wife....It just feels-” (Padawan) Mira said.

“Odd? Yes I know it is...I swore to change the First Order for the better after all. With a new face and a new way of thinking....Mira, I have some advice for you. I don’t know if this will happen but one day you will be a leader and at the same time, you’ll be conflicted. But no matter what in the end, you are still you. Do not let some mindset change who you are.” (Supreme Leader) Mira advised to her younger self. 

“And that’s why I fell in love with you in the first place.” Blare added with a warm smile. (Supreme Leader) Mira looks at Blare and her other self, how they looked like a family to her....The wise supreme leader having children. 

Night falls on the Bridger household. It was an eventful night, how (Padawan) Mira got along with herself and Blare at the same time. (Supreme leader) Mira finishes her list to do tomorrow as she sends the memo to her infiltrator droid who is her assistant. She spots (Padawan) Mira sleeping on the couch and she looks cold....(Supreme Leader) Mira has an idea.

She takes her cape that is hung up on the rack and walks towards her. The Imperial places the cape on the sleeping Jedi-to-be before heading off to her room where Blare is sleeping.

(Supreme Leader) Mira and (Padawan) Mira stand beside each other in front of the gate that is opening. Hux has been informed that the other universe’s Bridger family has contacted them beyond the portal. (Padawan) Mira will miss being around her other self, how wise she was and almost like her father and maybe miss the food she makes. (Supreme Leader) Mira is wearing a white grand admiral uniform and white cape while (Padawan) Mira is wearing her typical armor.

Heading out of the gate is Ezra, Sabine, Kanan, Zeb, Hera, and Dawn. But not the ones she knows. The death troopers guarding (Supreme Leader) Mira aim there blasters at them but she signals them to stand down. (Padawan) Mira runs up to them and hugs Ezra. Ezra smiles then looks back at (Supreme Leader) Mira.

“Mom....Dad.” (Supreme Leader) Mira greeted. Ezra looks sadly at the supreme leader knowing a position like that can mess a person up due to loneliness.

“Mira....” Sabine replied.

“.....You raised a good child.” She spoke.

“Mira.....You can come with us. This isn’t you.....” Kanan pleaded.

“No....In this world, I have two families. The family that helped me survive and my real family. But thank you anyway....” (Supreme leader) Mira smiled. (Padawan) Mira looks back at her for a moment.

“And I also have responsibilities, keeping the galaxy safe and all by cooperating with the New Republic, that sort of thing.” She continued. Ezra sighs knowing that this Mira has good in her.

“Well I hope we meet again.” Ezra nodded. (Padawan) Mira then runs up and shares a hug with the supreme leader catching her off guard. She is surprised as first but realizes that this could have been her, so she hugs her in response. (Padawan) MIra lets go and walks away with her family into the portal as it closes leaving a still smiling (Supreme Leader) Mira.

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Ben Franklin’s 13 Virtues: Using One Week to Change Your Life

The Simple Dollar, 04 Jan 2018

Benjamin Franklin was born in 1706 into a family of very modest means. Today, they’d probably be called lower middle class at best. His parents had just enough money to send him to school for a couple of years in hope that he could eventually join the clergy, but by the age of 10, he was done with school. He was a print shop apprentice by the age of 12, climbing around on printing presses, sorting letters, mixing ink, and all of the other tasks needed to keep a printing press running.

From that humble background, Franklin became a highly successful printer, a well-known writer, a scientist, a politician, and a diplomat, among the many other hats he wore. During those efforts, he accumulated enough wealth to effectively retire independently wealthy in his forties, and he largely devoted the rest of his life to public service (and his individual interests). He was such a towering figure in the American Revolution that he was called the “first American,” and his light shines brightly even today.

Even to this day, Franklin’s Autobiography is a splendid read. One of the things that has really stood out to me each time I’ve read his autobiography is the fact that he attributed most of his success (beyond that of luck) to practicing 13 core life virtues, to the best of his ability. He believed that by living those virtues, he had done everything he could to put himself in a position to be on the good side of the unexpected events of life.

He actually had an incredible system for working on those virtues, which I want to talk about today.

For a large portion of Franklin’s life, he carried around a card in his pocket that depicted a simple table with seven columns and 13 rows on it.

Each column on this card represented a day of the week--Monday through Sunday. Each row on this card represented one of 13 virtues that he wanted to work on.

During the day, he might glance at these virtues a time or two to keep them fresh in his mind. At the end of each day, however, he’d pull out a pen and go through those virtues, asking himself if he’d actually practiced them during the day and marking the box if he had done so. His goal was to fill in as many boxes as possible, and each week, he would start anew with a fresh blank chart.

That wasn’t all. Not all of the charts were identical. In fact, he had 13 variations of the charts, which he cycled through every 13 weeks. On the top of each variation of the card was listed one virtue, which was the main one he wanted to practice that week, along with a brief description of that virtue.

For example, one week, he might really focus on frugality, while the next week might particularly focus on temperance. He’d reflect on and record his success with all 13 virtues each day, but he would intentionally focus on just one virtue each week.

A final key part of his practice is that he’d review the cards as a whole at the end of each week, evaluating which virtues were successful that week, which ones were not, and which areas really needed focus and improvement in his life. He’d also review them as a set, and thus with 13 cards to review, that roughly covers three months of living. A larger review like this--a “quarterly review” if you will--can point you to some larger patterns along your path to becoming a better person.

Over time, these virtues became more and more ingrained in his character. He found himself naturally practicing them more than he once did, which made him into a more well-rounded and successful person and a better participant in society, which he attributed to being a healthy part of the success that he found in almost every attribute of life.

So what were these 13 virtues?

Temperance: Eat not to dullness; drink not to elevation.

This one’s pretty simple. Eat until you’re not hungry any more rather than stuffing yourself, don’t eat just for entertainment’s sake or for boredom’s sake, and stop drinking when it begins to impair your judgment and sensibilities. It’s about self-regulating what you put into your body and making the conscious choice to put in only enough for good living.

Silence: Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation.

If you don’t have anything of value to add to a conversation, don’t do so. Instead, just listen to what’s being said--and actually listen. Try to seek out meaningful conversations and avoid meaningless chatter. This doesn’t mean that you avoid getting to know other people and small talk, but that you recognize that there is a distinct purpose to such conversations and you keep a focus on that purpose.

Order: Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time.

Keep your physical possessions organized so that you can always find what you need. Do the same with your time, so that you always have time for the things that are important to you; if that’s a struggle, adopt some form of time management or a smarter approach to one’s possessions. If you have too many things that it becomes very difficult to keep them all straight, then this is a call to start downsizing the less important things.

Resolution: Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.

If you decide to do something, carry through with it. Don’t commit to things that you can’t follow through on or aren’t actually intending to follow through on. Say “no” if you’re asked to do something that you can’t actually follow through on. In fact, if you’re unsure, say “no” just so you’re not left with someone else holding the bag due to your failure of resolution. If you say “yes,” follow through on that yes.

Frugality: Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; i.e., waste nothing.

My favorite virtue, perhaps. Don’t be wasteful with your money. Whenever you spend a dollar or use something, have it be genuinely purposeful. You want to get maximum value for the dollars that you have when you choose to spend them. If you’re not choosing to spend them, put them to work for you in some aspect of your life, either by paying down debt or building an emergency fund or saving for a big goal like retirement.

Industry: Lose no time; be always employ’d in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions.

Don’t spend your time idling. Try to spend your time doing something productive, and if you lack the energy or focus to do the task at hand, find something else that fits where you’re at. If you don’t have anything on hand to do, spend that time improving yourself. If you’re too tired to do anything, sleep, and if that tiredness is consistent, engage in purposeful leisure or talk to a doctor.

Sincerity: Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and, if you speak, speak accordingly.

Be honest in your words, but also kind in terms of the impact that they can have on others. Don’t be hurtful with what you say, but strive to lift up the other person. Don’t lie and don’t mislead, but don’t be cruel with your words, either. If you must criticize, find ways to criticize without being “brutally honest,” which is insincere in its intention.

Justice: Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting the benefits that are your duty.

Don’t bring harm to others for your own benefit. Try to find ways so that everyone involved in your interactions finds some genuine benefit. Seek out solutions so that everyone wins. If you agreed to an arrangement, stick by that arrangement, or renegotiate it if it’s now untenable.

Moderation: Avoid extremes; forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.

Choosing extreme positions or acting toward others in extreme ways often ends up with negative consequences for you without any real benefit. Avoid taking positions or behaving in ways that bring harm towards others.

Cleanliness: Tolerate no uncleanliness in body, cloaths, or habitation.

Practice hygiene. Keep your clothes clean. Keep your home clean. Keep your office clean. Keep your teeth clean. This is not only for your own health, but also for how you present yourself to the world.

Tranquility: Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.

Don’t be upset by the unexpected events that life throws at you. They’re going to happen--being upset does not help resolve them. If you recognize your emotions swelling, consciously keep them in check. Learn how to recognize your own emotions inside and understand them without reacting to them or acting upon them. Use them as information instead in order to make better decisions.

Chastity: Rarely use venery but for health or offspring, never to dullness, weakness, or the injury of your own or another’s peace or reputation.

Don’t let physical passions become a distraction or a main focus in your life. Don’t allow it to cause you to betray or harm others. Again, if you find yourself in a position where things are untenable, seek outside help and don’t simply toss the virtue to the side.

Humility: Imitate Jesus and Socrates.

Undersell and overdeliver in everything that you do. Don’t talk about how great you are; instead, be great and give abundant credit to others.

While I believe that these are all worthwhile virtues to practice, one might want to choose other virtues--or even personal skills--that they want to improve and substitute them into Franklin’s plan. One could easily remove some virtues and substitute other ones, or even start from scratch with one’s own virtues.

The goal with all of this is to come up with a set of very specific virtues or skills that you can apply every single day to become a better person, the person you want to be, and then review your progress with those virtues and skills each day. Over time, those skills and virtues would become natural to you, shaping you into the person you desire to become.

The key to this, of course, is to make it a daily practice.

Once you’ve defined a set of virtues or specific skills that you want to work on in your life and integrate into your normal behaviors, take it a step further and copy Franklin’s entire system, using your desired virtues and skills as the basis for your practice.

You can start by making a set of cards for the virtues you want to practice. It’s pretty simple to design a small table, with rows for each thing you want to improve and columns for each day of the week, in your preferred word processing program. Just design a size that prints easily on a blank 4 by 6 index card and print them yourself. If you prefer, you can also design them by hand using a ruler and a pen.

On each card, simply write the days of the week at the top of each column and an abbreviation of the skill or virtue you want to practice to the left of each row.

Consider designing a set of these cards, one with each virtue or skill you want to practice at the top with a brief description, so that you have a particular virtue or skill to focus on that week. Print off (or make) the entire set at once, cycle through all of them, and then make a new set and start from scratch.

You can also implement this practice electronically. Just use a note program on your smartphone that contains a list of the virtues that you can use to review each morning and each night. A simple program like Evernote can handle the job quite well.

At the end of the week, review your overall progress. Which virtues are you particularly weak on right now? What can you do to strengthen those virtues going forward? Use the data you recorded--both the marked virtues and skills you succeeded with and the ones you missed--as a source of insight on how to continue to improve.

The key thing to always remember with a process like this is that it takes time. People always want immediate results that appear like magic. Improving yourself takes time, and then it takes even more time for the effects of that improvement to propagate out into your life. If you strive to be a little better than the day before, you’re always heading in the right direction, and given enough time, that change will ripple out into the world.