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request; Shuichi and his fem!s/o take each other virginity?

pairing(s); shuichi x AFAB! reader

warnings; post-game saihara, saihara has some PTSD from the killing game but it is not heavily mentioned, cussing AFAB! reader, soft dom! Shuichi, vanilla-ish, intense kissing, mention of marriage, hurt/comfort-ish?, angst-ish?, petty arguments, sexual frustration, they both losing their v-card, shuichi picks you up, shuichi reads porn mags but not elaborated here, established relationship, they've been dating 6 months btw, they're living together, cyring, begging, accidental overstimulation, self-indulgent, irresponsible and unprotected sex(always wrap it before you tap it you fucking idiots), unedited but used spellcheck. OKAY I KNOW 6 MONTHS IS REALLY SHORT AND I HAD A DIFFERENT IDEA IN MIND BUT I JUST DBHSBJHSBD IM SORRY THIS IS JUST SUPER MESSY

note; i rushed the end and this is kind of garbage(god please don't read this), but here's a few songs that i listened to while writing this;

505 - Arctic Monkeys & Cute Panties Soaked In Arizona Iced Tea - Sewer//Slvt & a bunch others idk

wc; 5.8k+

You both dabbled in the idea of having sex, having shared mutual trust and desire for each other within the early stages of your love-filled relationship.

Even so, the obvious statements were left unsaid, and the obvious desire you both have for each other’s bodies had been left alone, never to be picked up again.

Now don’t underestimate yourself, there would be some not-so-rare make-out sessions when you both got into the mood and made sure to give each other ‘the look’, but they’d always end in Shuichi stiffening up and asking if you’d like to stop.

And like an idiot, you had always said the same goddamn thing, the opposite of what you wanted to say. “Sure, y- yeah.” Always praying he wouldn’t hear the disappointment in your voice. You didn’t want him to be upset that you wanted to continue, because wouldn’t that just be selfish of you?

Your prayers always seemed to be answered anyway, though mostly carried by Shuichi’s helplessly obvious nature; he ate it all up.

But maybe you should’ve been praying for the opposite because otherwise, you wouldn’t be here right now.

Maybe it was the stress from the fact that Shuichi’s boss yelled at him today, maybe it was from the fact that he had one of his colleagues accidentally file one of the most important cases, improperly, maybe it was because you both hadn’t fucked in 6 months.

Well, whatever it was, it had Shuichi fuming.

“This? Again?” Shuichi sighed in an attempt to calm himself, his face lacking the patience it usually held.

“What do you mean ‘again’!? I’ve told you this, tons of times before!” To be fair, you had no idea why you had been so angry either, but before you could even think or hold yourself back, random arguments you truly never cared about had been brought up.

What the hell were you two even fighting about?

Despite your mind screaming at you to stop, your mouth continued to act first. “God, why don’t you ever listen to me? You know, sometimes it seriously just feels like I’m talking to a brick wall when I talk to you.” That wasn’t true.

“Is that right?” He didn’t know what came over him. “Well, if we’re talking about our talking habits, I think you sometimes talk too much; it’s hard to keep track of what you’re saying sometimes, and it just- it brings me a headache…!” That wasn’t true either; he was a detective, he listened to every single detail you spoke out from those beautiful lips. Shuichi would listen as intently as he would during an investigation as he gathered information from perps.

But you didn’t know that. You had been too busy reeling from his previous statement to remember all the nice moments you had before this. His words felt like acid on your palpitating heart. Did you talk that much?

You gulped, lip trembling without your consent. “Y- yeah?”

No, I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t look at me like that. “... Yeah.” Shuichi averted his eyes as he lied for no good reason.

You nodded in feigned indifference, chewing the inside of your cheek as you attempted to walk past him and outside the kitchen — to which he immediately stopped you, an urgency laced within his actions. Sudden anxiety wracked his body, and images of the previous executions flashed in his mind.

You couldn’t go.

With his eyes wide in a slight panic, they narrowed back to their normal width as he took a deep breath, pulling you towards him and suddenly pushing his lips on yours. “Shu-” he blanketed any open space for noise to escape through with his lips, kissing you with desperation you’ve never witnessed firsthand.

Despite your internal concern for him, your hands slipped up his shoulders to the back of his neck, pushing him closer to you than he already was on instinct.

Okay… This was okay. It was better than fighting, that was for sure.

You were confused by the sudden display of physician affection, but you could only get a little of you to care; you missed him. It had only been 5 minutes into the fight, yet you had been pulling him close like you hadn’t seen him in a year. Luckily for both you and him, he missed you too. He didn’t like fights. Especially not meaningless ones like these.

You both didn’t know how, nor when, but before you knew it, you had been sitting atop the kitchen counter, legs wrapped tightly around Shuichi’s waist as his hands gripped yours. A familiar, heavy feeling of arousal pooled up at your stomach, remaining there like an itch you knew only Shuichi could scratch. Shuichi was comfortably close for you to somewhat feel his phone poke at your thigh, but even so, not close enough. Clothes started to feel restricting, and you both shared the same need to just tear them off, but

—

“S/o,” he muffled on your lips, trying his best to try and pull away from your captivating lips on his, though it was incredibly hard with those velvety lips of yours.

“S/o!” The bad feeling in his stomach grew, and he suddenly realized it had been because he didn’t want such a special moment for the two of you, to be spoiled by a petty fight neither of you would remember in a few days. He didn’t want your shared story to be an argument that leads to sex. Call him a hopeless romantic but, that simply didn’t sit right with him.

Shuichi pulled away abruptly, apologizing under his breath as he avoided eye contact with a slightly puzzled you. “I…” He started nervously, gently nestling his forehead atop your beating heart in an attempt to self-soothe himself.

"I don’t want us to finally, um, do... This out of- of anger and- S/o, you have to know that I love you so much and that I-” That wasn’t what he meant to say, it didn’t come out right, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of what he had originally planned to say. His mind was jumbled, words weren’t good enough for him anymore. Shuichi began to prick small unwanted tears at the corner of his eyes as he rambled with sincere intention.

“I don’t want to look back at this day and- Or what if you regr-”

You shook your head frantically before he could finish his sentence, gentle fingertips tapping the underside of his head as you urged him to look into your eyes. You sighed fondly as you swam in those pools of liquid gold, a small, assuring smile contorting onto your face.

“It’s okay, I know, I know you didn’t mean it.” You took another breath as you continued, a deeper inhale. “And I know what you mean but, Shuichi I… No matter what, I could never regret a single thing with you,” His hands tightened around you.

“And frankly, it doesn’t matter how we ended up… Doing this with each other.” It was kind of funny how you both couldn't say the word 'sex'. A three-letter word that may have seemed terrifying to the two of you back then, started to gradually lose its intimidation factor.

“Because as long as you love me, and I love you, that’s all that will matter.” You lightly laughed at how sappy you sounded; wondering if you’d be this romantic when reciting your vows.

You two weren't even married.

But Shuichi would be lying through his teeth if he said he hadn't visualized you in a veil; and wow, did you look amazing.

Shuichi paused, gazing up at you with intense affection, and love for you. You could feel your cheeks heat up from how intently he gazed at you, you couldn't help but slightly shrink underneath his gaze.

Without missing another beat, Shuichi suddenly broke the gaze, and wrapped his arms underneath your bottom, picking you up with a concealed struggle. He'd have thought spending most of his time typing in that office, would give him some sort of arm strength.

Well, you'd find out later, wouldn't you?

Making his way to the bedroom carefully, Shuichi gently set you down on your back, trapping you in between his arms and locking his lips back onto yours soft and slowly, unlike his last pecks.

You could feel your heart rate speed up as he started to run his hand underneath the thin material of your top, and despite the rising anxiousness itching at you, the feeling of love and anticipation easily overpowered the feeling — though not completely.

For a split second, Shuichi pulled away to pull your shirt up and over your head, and the moment his loving, eager golden eyes found their way back to you, he swore he almost suffered a cardiac arrest on the spot.

With your hands resting beside your head, lips swollen and exposed chest heaving; he thought you looked like the most stunning human being that had ever graced this earth.

And he wasted no time showing you how he felt.

Quickly stripping himself of his shirt, you watched in slight amusement as he struggled to throw the material across his room, his eagerness becoming his enemy. He felt the mattress slightly dip and inflate, though he couldn't see anything as his vision was obstructed. Shuichi — despite having a feeling you had sat up and was probably going to help — didn't want to submit into his embarrassment just yet. He could take off his shirts, and he was going to prove it-

His eyes clenched shut in frustration, suddenly shot open as he felt a cool breeze hit his warm face, as well as the sound of quiet laughter.

"C- come on, don't laugh...!" Shuichi complained half-heartedly.

You grinned. "Sorry, sorry," You raised your hands in defence, taken by surprise as

Shuichi pinned the same hands back onto the bed, playfully pecking your face all over before moving down the valley of your neck and collarbone.

You did your absolute best to not laugh as Shuichi had told you to, but you couldn't prevent the huge, goofy smile that broke out on your face. The euphoria of having someone you truly love and trust, showering you with affection, combined with the ticklish feeling of his slightly chapped lips on your neck, had caused you to giggle.

"Is it- Is it really that funny?" Shuichi grumbled, kisses turning into gentle bites as he wanted to get you to make noises that weren't giggles; not that he didn't adore the sound.

Just not in this situation, nor position.

"It's not, I-" You snorted, "I promise! I just, I feel really, really happy right now." You admitted in between laughter.

You felt Shuichi pause against your neck, and your laughter died down as you wondered if you did something wrong.

"Shuichi-?" You squeaked as you felt his warm breath and kisses travel quickly towards your stomach, right above where you wanted it most. You could feel your face heat up, as well as your core, from the mere puff of air.

Your excitement slowly turned to dread as you felt his hands slowly slide down to the waistband of your pants, and without realizing it, you stiffened up. You felt slightly guilty of your reaction; you wanted this, right? You were so excited a moment ago, where did it go? The logical part of you didn't seem to want to chime in and say, 'It's a natural reaction!'

So you settled for chewing your lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the heart-wrenching guilt.

The action hadn't gone unnoticed by Shuichi; he knew that habit all too well. It was a nervous habit, quite often in many people, but it always seemed to drive Shuichi crazy when you did it. He never noticed when others did, as he was constantly too busy staring straight at you like a boy with a hopeless crush.

But look at him now.

Shuichi from 6 months ago probably wouldn't believe the Post-Shuichi, that he had got the chance to be your boyfriend, let alone share such an intimate moment with someone as special as you.

"Hey, look at me," He grinned gently as he caught your attention.

"It's... It's just me here. You don't have to worry, or be nervous because I'm right here, and I... I'll love you no matter what." It was hypocritical to say, as his hands had practically been quivering beyond his control, but he spoke the sincere truth for you.

He watched in slight anxiousness as you stayed in silent, stunned shock. Shuichi started wondering if he should've said something else-

"O- Okay, yeah, you can- You can, um." You didn't mean to sound so awkward, but you hoped the slight eagerness laced in your voice made the message clear enough for him.

Shuichi slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of your pants, golden eyes focused entirely on your face as to detect any discomfort.

Seeing none, he slipped the rest of it off, growing excited yet also nervous as he saw you for the first time. "You're soaked..." He uttered underneath his breath in stunned awe, unwillingly causing you to jerk your legs shut.

And who's fault is that!? You wanted to say that, but in the condition and position you were in right now, it didn't seem very possible nor ideal.

You let out a small whimper as you felt Shuichi gently encourage your legs back open, a small pout on his face as you hadn't given him enough time to savour the visual.

No words were said, and no words were needed as Shuichi communicated his wanton need for your pussy with nothing but his eyes. Captivated and persuaded by his puppy-dog eyes, you hesitantly opened your legs back up, silently gasping as you felt the cold air hit your glossy folds yet again.

Your momentary shock faltered into embarrassed confusion as you caught Shuichi staring at it with a thoughtful gaze. It was strange; you felt like an animal at the zoo up for display to just... Stare at.

But perhaps the most embarrassing thing about the whole thing was the stars in his eyes as he watched you twitch and shudder. “Sh- Shuichi.” You tried to snap him out of his gaze, face growing hotter and hotter as time passed by with him continuing to stare at your impatient pussy.

“I’m just going to… Put one in.”

If there was anything Shuichi had learned from the numerous articles on how to please your partner during sex, is to always prep them.

“Wait, huh-?"

His finger sunk in easily, prodding finger slipping into a pillowy bundle of nerves; it was like heaven on earth for Shuichi, and he wanted to make sure it felt the same for you.

"Hah- Nnnn!”

Your loud moan snapped him out of his trance, and unfortunately, he had reacted a moment too late as his finger had already been knuckle deep.

Experiencing a mini panic attack, guilt overwhelmed his body, and he moved to pull out, only to be caught by surprise as you caught his wrist right before he could.

"N- No...! It's- It's okay, mmngh- Just- just feels good, is all." You were glad you hadn't lost the complete ability to speak yet; because that'd surely be humiliating, wouldn't it?

Shuichi tensed his hand unintentionally, causing you to jolt slightly as you could feel every single movement. Shuichi's eyes widened in realization and guilt at your sudden reaction.

"A-Ah, sorry! I didn't mean to-" He cut himself off, head tilting as you moaned a little too loud for your taste — but not loud enough for his.

Shuichi shifted himself, so his face was hovering over your blissed-out one, slight confusion taking over your features as he seemed to be watching you carefully, almost as if he was expecting something —

With a sharp inhale, you felt your hole swallow in another finger, the pleasure now doubled up. If this is what fingering felt like... Then you'd have to assume the main course felt 5x as good as this, right?

Your hands shot up to his shoulders to dig your nails into, the pleasure finally becoming too much as he started experimentally moving in and out slowly.

Shuichi would've asked, 'Is this okay?' but judging by your moans and pleas for more, he concludes he has his answer.

Running his thumb down your folds, Shuichi decided he would explore your pussy as he continued his slow thrusts in your clenching hole — and what better way to do that than to accidentally brush his fingers against your clit?

You nearly sobbed, climax rising alarmingly close, before dropping as Shuichi continued with his exploration.

"Shuichi! T- There! Right there! Please!" You repeated like a mad man, nearly jolting up if it wasn't for Shuichi's body that loomed over you.

With a confused, but obedient nod of his head, Shuichi tested the waters yet again, eyebrows furrowing as he pressed around in random spots. "Ah!" His eyes widened in slight achievement as he watched you start to violently spazz out the moment he pressed onto a button-like nerve.

"C- Coming, I'm- I'm comin- Ahnn!" Shuichi began roughly circling his thumb over the bundle of nerves, unknown of how sensitive the nerve was, and unknowingly forcing you into overstimulation.

"Sh- Ah- W- Wait!" You stammered, squirming away from his unrelenting hand, unsure as to why it had felt as strong as it felt. "Wait, please!" Shuichi suddenly pulled away from your clit, panic taking over his body yet again as he carefully picked you up and slipped you onto his lap.

"I- I'm sorry...! I didn't... Are you- Are you okay?" He stuttered, eyes wide with concern.

Had he gone too far? Was he missing something? Maybe there was a spot you didn't like?

You shook your head, doing little to assure the rising storm of worry you knew Shuichi would accumulate.

"I- I'm okay, it felt good. I think you just overstimulated me a bit but," You brought your arms around his neck, scooching your partially numb ass over his erection.

"... Not like I didn't like it." You grinned lopsidedly, leaning up to capture his lips into a passionate kiss, one filled to the brim with ever-lasting passion. He wasted no time to reciprocate, face slightly reddening as he groaned from the slightest pressure of your thigh pressing down against his erection.

"Sorry...-" Shuichi slipped in an apology, before quickly being sent back into the depths of your touch.

"Don't be-" You countered, letting one of your hands run down the crevices and nooks of his scrawny chest and stomach, down to trace his faint V-line.

"Mm-" An unplanned moan slipped out, and the blush on his cheeks worsened. He was sensitive, and that was to be expected for a first-timer. Though Shuichi refused to believe it was his sensitivity, but your soft touch.

Jolts of pleasure shot up his spine, and his pants only grew tighter, to the point where his brain was screaming at him to take them off.

Lucky for him, you complied without another thought.

You broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his chest as you hunched over to unbuckle his pants. The breathy and beautiful sounds of Shuichi panting like a dog-in-heat above you only made your fingers work faster. The sound of his zipper being pulled down hit his ears, and his eyes clenched tight shut as he felt a curious hand fiddle with his boxers.

"Can I...?"

He nodded frantically, an adorable eagerness overtaking control of his actions.

As you slipped your hand into the binds of his grey-scale boxers, you weren't sure what you were going to see, or how he would feel once you got your hands on his stiff length.

Shuichi wasn't sure what he was expecting either, but expectations didn't matter when you were with each other, right?

"H- Hnnnn...!"

Well, even so, he sure as hell wasn't expecting his strained whine he let out the moment your hand coiled around the base of his cock. With his whine unintentionally egging you on, you decided to pull it out all the way, curious to see him.

God, if you were to laugh now, he'd probably die.

The truth was, you weren’t sure if you could physically laugh, nor breathe…. Or even speak for that matter. He rendered you speechless, and as he tried to read your expression, he found himself praying the silence was a good thing. Though before the thick, lust-filled air could suffocate you both, you decided to voice your thoughts.

“W- Will that fit…?” Your face was probably as hot as a pizza pocket fresh out of the oven.

Now, you weren’t sure what a real dick looked like; you hadn’t seen one in real life before, so maybe it was average in dick sizes, but you couldn’t help but shudder from uncontrollable excitement combined with the fear of that thing tearing into you.

Shuichi noticed the look of fear on your face, and his instinct kicked in; nervosity and anxiety went as he focused on your needs instead, something he’d always done, to an almost unhealthy point.

You let yourself fall back onto the mattress yet again, your head that had been lost in its own thoughts, hitting the plush pillows as Shuichi softly guided you comfortably down. It seemed only now did you realize you were completely bare to Shuichi, head to toe, naked. What a convenient time.

Shuichi’s T-Shirt struggles couldn’t distract you now, and so there you sat, avoiding eye contact with the worried boy as you shrunk further into yourself. You were ready, you repeated to yourself. But perhaps your true fear had been, was he ready for you?

His voice broke the upsetting silence, and out came the words you didn’t want to hear. “If you’re having doubts, we don’t have to do this today, or ever, for that matter.” Shuichi was so close to you, you could practically hear the sound of his little heart beating unevenly. Your hand subconsciously lifted and set itself on his chest to try and feel the small hum and vibration of his heart, and for a second you almost forgot what he had asked.

“I… Shuichi, I want this but,” You weren’t sure how to explain, and a part of you wished he could just read your mind and tell you exactly what you wanted to hear. But relationships weren’t that easy.

“I… What if I dissatisfy you? Like, what if I’m too small, or too loose, or- or what if how I look impacts the experience; are you sure you want to have your very first time with someone like me? Like-” Shuichi cut you off with his lips, the desire for you to stop talking about things that would never happen, as well as the desire to kiss you, combining into this moment.

The man wore an expression of pure earnestness; the confidence he had almost scared you. “I love you so much, and none of that matters to me. I promise you, none of that will ever happen.” His voice was heartbreakingly sincere, to the point where you felt guilty for doubting him.

He, honest to god, understood how you felt completely. Shuichi was afraid he would cum too early, or if he wasn’t long enough, or girthy enough- He was terrified of ruining your first experience with him, he just didn’t want to look the emotion because he was afraid diffidence wasn’t sexy.

Maybe it was ridiculous, but to be fair, your assumption of yourself dissatisfying him was even more so.

Not trusting your own voice to speak, you simply averted your eyes and nodded, exhaling slowly as you tried to push your doubts away. Shuichi followed your gaze, using a gentle hand to tilt your head back to face him, wanting you to look at him as he finally puts it in.

“I’ll go… really slow, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop, okay baby?” You went beet red at the new pet name, but before you could counter his sneaky remark, your voice and breath were stolen from you as you felt something warm throb at your entrance. Was that his —

“Sh- Shit...!” You hissed, eyes clenching tightly shut to conceal the small tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You were right, it was going to hurt.

Shuichi had only slipped in the tip of his cock, marvelling at how easily it sunk in at fault to your slick. He bit back several low moans that threatened to spill out of his mouth, God, you felt so warm inside. Perhaps it was a gross thought, but Shuichi hadn’t exactly been thinking anymore, eyes clouded and nearly crossed from the intense, foreign but pleasing feeling.

“H- How does It feel this good…?” He slipped quietly to himself, eyes lidded as he lost himself in your embrace.

Gulping harshly, he stilled his hips and tore his eyes away from your walls that hugged him so snugly, shifting his attention instead to your pained expression. With a hushed and strained voice, Shuichi voiced several shy but sincere praises and assurances.

His bony hands travelled up from your hips, to lace your hands, fingers shakily lacing your fingers together. Shuichi found himself sighing in relief as he could feel your stiffness slipping away, squeezing your hand as a reminder that he was proud of you for it.

“Do you want me to move?” Shuichi asked, worried eyes darting to your concealed ones.

You pursed your lips, hesitating to shake your head no. You knew they couldn’t stay like that forever — Well, Shuichi probably would’ve if you told him to, but you couldn’t do that to him. Then again, you were still trying to get used to the painful yet filling intrusion in between your legs.

You were on a mental crossroad, unsure of what to say in response to such a simple question. And great, now you left him too long without a reply; the poor guy was just laying there. You could hear your brain screaming at you to just say something! Just fucking say something-!

Shuichi noticed your slight discomforted expression, as well as feeling you tense underneath him. A light bulb went off in his head as he thought of a way to make it all better, and he opened his mouth to speak once again.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, just um… Just trust me, okay?” You felt him squeeze your hands again, to which you squeezed back, voice caught in your throat.

You trusted him, of course, you did. What if he didn't know how much you trusted him? You would put your entire life in his hands, you would jump off a cliff if he told you it was safe.

Your lifeline spoke up again, "Take a deep breath and then exhale at three. R- Ready?"

You nodded, taking the deepest breath you could.

"One," Shuichi whispered.

"Two," You felt your shoulders relaxing.

"Three." As soon as your entire body sunk into the sheets, relaxing completely, he sunk the rest of his length inside you, pushing harshly against your hands pinned on the bed for leverage. Shuichi had been holding his breath as to not moan too loud, despite the foreign feeling, it almost felt like it was meant to be like this. Would it be cheesy if he thought fucking you was his destiny?

You gasped sharply, eyes shooting open as your jaw dropped, silent screams escaping your mouth as your back arched into him.

"Ah- Ah!" Your strained moans grew louder as the stretch finally registered within you. A bead of sweat formed on your forehead as you squeezed his hands tightly, wanting to pull him closer.

Shuichi didn't say anything, biting down on his lip and nearly drawing blood as he bottomed out, his balls clapping gently on the tender skin of your ass.

You couldn't help but whine uncontrollably the feeling being too much. You could feel everything. The small curve of his perfect cock, the feeling of his tip pulsating into your walls and every goddamn accidental shift of his Shuichi’s hips.

With his hips pressed as close as they could be against yours, you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, heels bumping against his tail bone as you did such.

Everything seemed to slow after a couple of seconds filled with breathy silence, your heart rate slowing down as well. The stretch remained, but the pain slowly melted away with every exhale you took, pleasure and need overtaking it instead. “Sh- Shuichi.” After hearing your voice so brittle, Shuichi lifted his head from your shoulder in urgency and concern. “Y- Yeah? D- Don’t worry, I won’t move until y-”

“N- No, you can- You can move, it- I want it.” You stammered over your words, suddenly shy as you pleaded for him. It was embarrassing to be begging for something so lewd, but you’d soon learn that embarrassment wasn’t valid when you were screaming your lungs out.

You’d wonder why you were both suddenly so timid with each other, treating each other like fragile glass that could break if you arose your voice too high.

Nodding uncertainly at your words, Shuichi gave your hands one last reassuring squeeze unsure if he had done that to assure you or him.

With a shaky inhale, Shuichi tested the waters by rolling his hips against yours gently. Worrying whether he was doing it right, as well as worrying if he hurt you. Though he’d be lying if the worry didn’t somewhat slip his mind the moment he felt that nearly irresistible wave of bliss wash over his body. Not wanting the feeling to stop, Shuichi decided he’d do it again, causing you to moan louder than the first time.

He couldn’t help but feel something strike his heart, and before he knew it, he was thrusting harder, more, aiming in different directions to get you to moan louder.

“Hah!” It was a foreign feeling, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a bad thing. You could feel your heart pulsating, a thin layer of sweat cultivating on your skin and his, and most of all you could feel Shuichi moving inside you. Every inch of him rubbed against your walls, and all of it just felt so fucking addicting.

“S/o!” His call for your name had lost itself in the sea of your moans as well as his own.

You could only reply in rickety moans, body bouncing as each thrust he granted upon you pushed your head closer to the headboard; the only thing keeping you as close as you were to Shuichi, being your connected hands.

“Sh- Shuichi, fuck!” You couldn’t even remember your name anymore, the name of your lover rolling off your tongue a couple of hundred times as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, his hard pace driving you to insanity. You couldn’t even recognize yourself anymore, moans that escaped your lips sounded so pornographic you couldn’t possibly assume those were yours.

Shuichi on the other hand had been moaning and grunting like he was in pain; the way your walls clenched around him had brought him closer and closer to his high, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. He wanted to get that sweet spot.

It was so incredibly gratifying every time you called out his name; maybe not-so for the neighbours, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly smug as his neighbours would’ve known that it was — “Shuichi!” — who had been making you wail and moan like that.

Your uncertainty and discomfort from earlier disappeared into thin air, forgotten forever as you lost yourself in this new feeling of being plowed like a cornfield.

Finally finding the energy and courage to pry open your tear-filled eyes, your jaw remained slack, mouth blubbering out nonsense and ‘I love you’s as you made eye contact with Shuichi.

You felt your heart stutter and stop a moment as you saw how pretty he looked at that moment. With his facial expression contorting into one of pure pleasure, and a thin layer of sweat making his skin almost seem like it was glowing, combined with the loving look in his eyes; it was all too much, and before you knew it, you made your own lewd expression as you felt a foreign knot suddenly build up and untie in your stomach just as quick.

With stuttered, pathetic attempts at pleading his name, you attempted to get his attention as you had been slightly afraid of what was building up inside you. “Sh- Shu- Some- Something’s- Mmnhah!” You sobbed out, jaw going slack as screams poured out from your throat.

Shuichi’s eyes widened just a fraction as he realized what was happening, slowing his hips before suddenly going faster than before, grunting as he brought himself back to his high. “It’s- It’s okay baby, just let go- Urk—!” Shuichi wheezed as he felt your trembling vaginal walls clamp onto his throbbing length, feeling as if he had just gotten the air punched out of him. Well, you were only following his order.

Hunching over you, he squeezed your hands as he rolled his hips one last time, slow and deep, causing you to elicit a louder scream from the spot he hit. He had to suppress a thankful smile; there it was. He began to dig his glans especially hard into that spot, causing you to sob and squirm from the intense pleasure he had been putting onto you. “S- So good- I- I can’t-” You stammered, mind fuzzy and misfunctioning as your orgasm had been concentrated by Shuichi’s bold action.

You wondered if this was his first time; he seemed so experience like he knew all the right spots to press and prod at.

When really, he just read way too many porn mags.

Shuichi’s breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch, not long after the mini action, he had finally released inside you, going slack over your body as he nearly cried into your shoulder from how good it felt. Desperate and shaky moans and groans spilled from the binds of his thin lips, and no matter how hard he tried to dig himself into your neck, the moans remained loud.

Time seemed to slow down, Shuichi had gone flaccid inside you and quiet as he tried to catch his breath. Despite the lower half of your body still incredibly sensitive and numb, you managed to switch your positions, shifting him, so he was laying on his side instead of you.

He let himself be cradled by you, sweaty skin sticking together in an uncomfortably comfortable way. It was warm.

“... God, we should’ve done that months ago.” You half-joked, voice gravelly.

Shuichi groaned in response, wincing as he pulled out slowly.

“I don’t think I.. regret waiting.” Shuichi truthfully spoke, smiling a lopsided grin.

“Because it made this moment more special… right?” He hoped he wasn’t the only one to think so.

You nodded, eyes eventually drifting shut. “Yeah… You’re right, you’re.. always right.”

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A Lesson In Romance #7: False Start

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Just a lot of awkward vibes hahaha

Word Count: 1.7k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they try to confess their feelings.

A/N: I didn’t actually manage to include the definition of a False Start in the chapter itself, so I’ll add it at the end. No spoilers for now!

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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It took you 24 hours to decide that you were going to do something about your feelings for the good doctor. Pretty quick, considering you were a living, breathing rom-com cynic. But as ancient Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, once said: "The only constant in life is change".

Specifically, change happened after you woke up in your cute co-worker and dear friend's arms and you wanted nothing more than to get back into them as fast as possible.

But by the universal laws of working in the BAU, catching a break seemed to be the hardest when you actually wanted one.

Firstly, it was like every serial killer in the country decided to cancel their vacations simultaneously, swamping the team with urgent case after case. At this point, you were more familiar with the couch on the jet than your bed at home, and everyone was feeling the strain.

Secondly, if you weren't sleeping, you were usually out in the field chasing unsubs with Derek or Rossi. You had stopped holding out hope for being paired with Spencer — on account of your areas of specialty overlapping too much, and Hotch not being the type of leader to waste his resources — and as a result:

Thirdly, getting even ten minutes alone with the genius became an impossible task, and not for lack of trying either. At the start of the month, the two of you had tried to adapt your breakfast ritual to the road, but it always got interrupted mid-coffee order or even at the ding of the lift. Not that you and Spencer stopped trying, no, but your patience was wearing thin.

So you did something you hadn't done since you submitted your application to join the BAU — you prayed for a chance.

Because every day that you didn't admit your feelings to the doctor was another day fighting the compulsion to tell somebody else about them, and god only knows what a room full of profilers (and one nosy tech analyst) would do with that kind of information.

Then, out of the blue, the door of opportunity opened.

After two weeks of straight travel, the team had earned a well-deserved one night’s rest in your own beds before dealing with a local case, bright and early tomorrow morning. And since your flight landed at 2am and all the trains had stopped by then, this gave you the perfect shot to execute your plan.

Unfortunately, you forgot to take into account the most important factor — your nerves.

It didn't help that Derek had wolf-whistled in the carpark as the two of you walked off in the same direction, nor that Spencer immediately put your favourite album into the CD player out of instinct; an overly domestic action that made your heart beat even faster.

But it was when you arrived in front of his apartment building that you felt the worst of it. As you tried to summon the right words to your lips, your heart hammered in your chest and your thoughts jumbled themselves into nonsense.

"Are you ok?" Spencer asked, snapping you out of your anxious spiral instantly. "You don't look so well."

"I-I'm fine." Your fingers twitched nervously.

"Doesn't seem like it." He looked down at your hands, and you cursed your subconscious brain for giving you away. Then, he placed a hand over yours and your heart stopped.

"You're not alright, that's for sure, but it seems like it's just sleep deprivation." He assessed, bending slightly to look at your face. "You can't drive in this state. Do you want to come in?”

Your head snapped up to meet his gaze, ready to protest, but Spencer beat you to it. "Let’s go. You wanted to talk about something, right?" He called out, already one foot out of the car.

Before you could realise what was happening, you found yourself sitting on Spencer's couch holding a warm cup of tea.

This was the first time you were in his apartment. Yet, it was exactly what you thought it'd be like. Every wall was lined with bookshelves, filled to max capacity with books of every topic imaginable from neuroscience to philosophy. Those that didn't make it to the shelves were found in random stacks around his apartment, standing out against his forest green walls.

"Did you know that chamomile tea is a natural remedy for insomnia? In fact, it is commonly regarded as a mild tranquilizer. It's calming effects may be attributed to the antioxidant apigenin, which binds to specific receptors in your brain that initiate sleep and reduce anxiety." He explained, walking over with his own mug.

"I actually did know that." You smiled. The tea seemed to work its magic because you did feel relaxed, and you must have looked it too, because the worried frown disappeared off Spencer's face.

"Didn't know you were a tea person." You commented lightly, blowing the steam from your mug.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." He replied mysteriously, and you raised your eyebrows.

Spencer's apartment was too quiet, no rumbling fridge or quiet radio playing in the background to make your awkward silence any less pronounced. It was then that you noticed he didn't have a TV. Somehow this fact didn't surprise you very much.

"You... you wanted to talk to me about something?" He broke the silence, looking down at the hot tea swirling in his mug.

Right. You were here to talk about your feelings. Your face flushed as you tried to summon your willpower, again.

"I wanted to tell you something—" You began shakily. "But before that, I just want to preface, we can ignore this entire thing if you don't agree. I mean, I really enjoy our friendship as it is, and I wouldn't want to do anything to affect tha—"

"Wait." Spencer interrupted urgently, before catching himself. "Sorry, um, before that, can I say something?"

"Um, ok, shoot." You replied meekly, trying to hide your relief behind a long sip of tea. There was a pause as he gathered his thoughts, and you might have been seeing things, but he looked almost... nervous?

"The day we met, I calculated the probability of meeting somebody that shared my exact coffee order and the result was almost one in a million.” He finally spoke, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “That probability decreased when I factored in working together, sharing the same interests, and... and how I enjoyed spending time with you more than with anybody else."

Spencer cleared his throat, a blush coming onto his cheeks.

"Ever since then... my life just started making sense. I know I’m a scientist, not a poet, and I could tell you all the statistics about relationships in the world, but when it comes to you...”

His cheeks were crimson now, as he ran his fingers through his hair. You had a feeling yours looked the same.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that I think you're beautiful and smart, and I have no idea what you see in me, but I'd really—"

Suddenly, both your phones buzzed violently against his coffee table, jolting you out of the moment. You leaned over in a trained motion, only to see exactly what you expected:

Garcia: No rest for the wicked, crime fighters. Conference room in 30.

Penny: No rest for the wicked, crime fighters. Conference room in 30.

You let out a sigh you didn't realise you were holding, and Spencer looked over at you, doe-eyed and nervous.

“The case?" He asked quietly.

There was a silence filled with words unsaid. "We should go." He said finally. "If we leave now, we can still make it on time."

You only nodded in response, more out of duty than desire, and gulped down the rest of your tea. The thought of what he was about to say burned down your throat.

Driving away from Spencer’s apartment was torturous. The doctor hadn’t said anything to you since he entered the car, only fiddling with his bag as he looked out the window. It was too dark to read his expression, but you wondered if he could still hear the way he called you “beautiful”, or whether the moment had already dissolved into the space between you.

Luckily, you didn’t need to wait long for an answer, as Spencer tugged on your sleeve before you exited the carpark, his face scrunched in worry.

"I really didn't mean for that to be so... weird. Can we talk about this again after the case?" He asked softly, and despite every semblance of logic left in your brain, you couldn’t stop the hope from blooming in your chest and you smiled.

That was when Spencer did something completely uncharacteristic. (You didn't know this at the time, but it was something that you would tease him about for a long time after.)

In one fluid movement, the doctor pulled you into a tight hug that elicited a squeak from you, but it only took a second for the initial shock to wear off before you relaxed completely into his warm touch. He took that as a sign to continue, burying his head into your shoulder and letting out a content sigh.

Unlike waking up to your bodies intertwined, nothing about this was a mistake. Not the way his fingers stroked your back peacefully, nor the way his curly hair tickled your cheek. You felt the stress of the past two weeks melt away in his embrace, and so did any coherent thought, except one: normal friends didn't hug each other like this.

Later when the two of you finally entered the conference room, miraculously still on time, nobody commented on the smiles plastered on your faces but everybody could tell. They were profilers after all.

But for the first time in awhile, you were just too happy to care.

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Definition of a False Start here

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mayhemofmusesarchive · 3 years

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JESTER DEMONS 🟊 🟊 🟊

DISCLAIMER; I’m going to info dump here about my thoughts of Jester Demons. Now, these are just my thoughts and no one has to like them or accept them (if you do, awesome but if not that’s okay)! I hope you give them a read though and let me know your thoughts! If you apply them to anything, sweet! Just let me know okay since these are my ideas...? Either way, enjoy! Also, I used THEY as a gender neutral term as Jester Demons can be a variety of genders and sexes, it’s just up to you.

Jester Demons are another Hellborn species of demon that share some resemblances to Imps, but only a few. Depending on which ring of Hell they come from, that’ll factor in some of their traits, characteristics and personalities but at their core they’re fun-loving demons who thrive off attention in some shape or form. For example:

W R A T H 🟊 🟊 🟊

Jester Demons from Wrath are notoriously short fused and tend to have the most ‘muscle’ mass or toned forms. They rather settle matters in a physical way versus verbal communication. Wrath Jesters typically are the thrill seekers and their pranks or jokes are rather dark to the point they sometimes verge on painful as that’s what they love the most. They typically don’t care if someone gets hurt in the process of their joke-making and even seem to enjoy it even if they get caught up in their own messes. Again, they can get rather hot-headed and prone to more violent outbursts versus other Jester Demons. They’re the most destructive of them all.

Their apparel and designs tend to be harsh and sharp as they’ll opt for reds, oranges, yellows; colors that represents fire or even a warning. Their “hats” are relatively shorter compared to the others as they don’t want it to get tangled or in their way. They will also not wear bells, but some other sort of decoration like skulls, chains and or even spikes. Their tails are also short and sometimes will not have a design at the end of it or if they do, it’ll be rather simple compared to a spade or star. They are also the only ones that’ll have spines along their tails.

S L O T H 🟊 🟊 🟊

Jesters from Sloth are known for suffering from either Narcolepsy or Insomnia and because of such, they’ll usually sport rather dark circles around their eyes. They’re the more calm ones of their species, but even they can get up to no good. They’re just slow at it versus others. Typically these Jesters tend to be more on the lanky side in their physiques and can be commonly seen hunched over or others say, bad postures. They seem rather laid back or aloof to most things and others. However, they’re also rather smart and crafty in their own ways as long as they don’t exert too much energy. They typically don’t smile all that often but when they do, their smiles are the most warm and tender smiles you’ll ever see.

As for colors, they are usually more pastel “soft”, almost dream-like. Their “hats” are usually the longest of their kind and sometimes don’t have more than one sleeve (the hats usually take after night caps and such), but not always. They’ll wear bells on their hats, but the chimes to them are soft, melodic or sweet. Their tails usually end in stars, moons or things one would think of in terms of sleeping / dreaming. The same can be said for their cheek markings. They also are usually seen with a rather dull or sleepy expression but will make an effort to smile if need be.

E N V Y 🟊 🟊 🟊

Jesters of Envy are known for being backstabbers with a silver tongue. Their eyes are a tad bit more slanted compared to the others; one could even say snake-like. They’re prone to jealous fits and have no shame in hiding this aspect of themselves. Of course they’ll go out of their way to make sure you’re always thinking of them or they’re your favorite out of everyone you meet and they’ll do so in any manner they can to achieve that. If they hear otherwise, they’re prone to getting immediate payback as they’ll feel wronged even if that’s not the case. They’re more resilient to chemicals and poisons as that is their usual go-to methods to wrecking havoc and pranks.

As for their colors, they’re usually opt for greens, silvers, browns or anything dark and rich. Their tails are medium length and tend to be more slender, usually ending in spades, diamonds or even clubs like those of a deck of cards. Their smiles are ones not to be trusted, but it’s rather hard to tell the difference between their usual smiles or ones they don when they’re up to no good. Their cheeks markings are usually circles or even sometimes rather ornate and decorative. Their “hats” are the most lavish as well, sporting lace, embroidery and things of that manner.

P R I D E 🟊 🟊 🟊

Jesters of Pride are the most loud and boisterous, if only to boast how better they are than others in everything and anything in between. Their pranks and jokes will always put them in a good light or even bad, as long as they get the attention and reaction they crave, they don’t care how it goes about. They’re the second tallest (Greed being the first) and their physiques are either typically slender or toned depending on how they wish to take care of themselves and show off.

Their colors are rather bold and loud just like they are and they don’t shy away from any value or pigment. As long as it looks good on them, they’ll wear it. They too can be rather decorative in their “hats”, but compared to those of Envy, they’ll go over the top and beyond for the things they’ll wear on themselves and their “hats”. They’re prone to ruffles, bows, ribbons and like-wise. They have the most charming smile and devastating sneer. Cheek markings are perhaps just as loud and overly dramatic as the rest of them. They’ll even wear makeup for added measure. Their tails are the second longest to Sloth’s, but they’ll wear additional decorations upon them. The ends of their tail end in a plethora of things ranging from circles, spades, diamonds and much, much more. They’ll usually hold their tails in a curl versus letting it drag behind them like Sloth’s do.

G R E E D 🟊 🟊 🟊

Jesters of Greed are the tallest and they relish in their imposing heights. They’re the more stern of them all and can come off as rigid, but even they are prone to causing mischief and partake in jokes as long as there’s monetary gain for them. They’re more crafty in how they go about things, always having never-ending ideas on how to make something sell or get away with the things they do.

Their colors usually ranges in the greens or yellows, resembling money or treasure of course and they’ll pair that off with something dark or light depending. Their “hats” usually only have two sleeves or even three and theirs ends with bells or charms signifying worth, money or like wise. Like Pride and Envy, their clothes will be rather decorative and lavish, but unlike Pride, not over the top. They prefer to look distinguished and almost business-like, but still holding on to their Jester-like ensembles. Their tails are medium length and usually end in spades or just points.

G L U T T O N Y 🟊 🟊 🟊

Gluttony Jesters come in two shapes or forms usually; pudgy or excessively thin. They have insatiable appetites where eating just isn’t enough, so they’re constantly thinking or wanting food. Most of their pranks or jokes are food targeted (but not always), if they successfully manage to do them without eating their own props or getting distracted. Despite this, their strength almost rivals that to Wrath as long as they can think long enough without thinking of food or especially if they just finished eating a big meal. Food is of course their main concern and ambitions. If they find those of kindred spirits, they’ll be glad to share their food but if not, they may fight you for it. Oddly enough, they’re very good cooks.

Their colors of course tends to lean more towards warm colors and comes in patterns sometimes, most often than not actually. Their “hats” are of medium length, but their bells are usually big, comically even. If not bells, they like to wear puffs or something that resembles ‘soft’. Their tails can either be short and stubby or of medium length. It varies. Cheek marks usually are circles, squares, lines or other things. They can be as decorative as Envy, Pride or even Greed Jesters, but usually on the simpler side.

L U S T 🟊 🟊 🟊

Lust Jesters come in an array of different body types, whatever is pleasing to the eye really. They are the most to people please or carter to other’s desires, especially if it stems on the sexual side. Their libidos know no limits and out of all the Jesters, they have the most stamina and energy. Their jokes and or pranks are usually of the sexual nature of course and tend to focus on one individual versus the masses, but they can be versatile. They’re the most easily accessible to affections and greatly thrive off it as well as attention of any kind. They also sport the most longest tongue along their kind, rivaling Gluttony.

Their colors can be in any shade or value, whatever is pleasing to their audience’s eyes and grabs their attention. Of course, they wear more revealing outfits compared to the others but still retain their Jester aesthetic. They’re “hats” can be either short or long and equally decorative like the others. They either wear bells, ribbons or things that make noise. Their tell-sign that differs from others is their cheek marks will usually if not always be in the shape of hearts or things in a similar manner, but they are most of the time in hearts. The ends of their tails is shaped the same way or spades. They can either be tall (not as tall as Greed) or small. They are the lightest of the Jesters.

#﹙ OOC ﹚ Oᴘᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs #((Please tell me your thoughts on this akjgnae these are just some ideas that were in my head >A<;; ))#LONG POST;

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yandere-society · 5 years

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Hey, I was wondering if you’re still doing request if you could do one for a stalker Taehyung? IF NOT THATS OKAY, I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITNG AS WELL!!!

admin / author: @an-ambivalent ♥

Warning: As this contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl, nor do I condone this sort of behaviour.

Desires Of A Desperado

It began with:

Persistency

For the most part, life had been mundane and repetitive for [Name]. From middle school to high school, and university it was buckle down, focus on studying, and occasionally, experience minimum amount of fun with friends. Even that, in itself happened so rarely that she remembered each fun time vividly, and clung onto that sole sparkle tightly. Of course, that was not to say that she did not ever experience other types of joy or sorrow – it was simply that most of it had dulled into haziness in her mind. From the time university had begun for her, and until now, everything sort of felt like a permanent routine that never changed; it was the same old anxiety, same type of aggravating friends who were only good to hang out with once in a while and just the same old consistency.

Despite knowing that she was living a life wealthier and more fortunate than many others, and being grateful about everything she had, a part of her could not help but crave for something more – something enticing, something new, something that would evoke sensations within her that she never felt before. Whether this craving was psychologically normal, or her inner demon of greed seeking more, she did not know. However, one certain thing was that after she did get her more, after life did bestow her with something new that enticed new types of anxieties and fears in her, she wished more than anything to have her mundane, boring consistency back again.

[Name] believed that being in her first relationship with someone as princely as Kim Taehyung was going to be the answer to all of her problems, and give her a life of fun – it was the biggest miscalculated mistake she had ever made.

Come to think of it, she never really expressed an interest in him. To some extent, it felt as if he had almost forced her into it?

Their story begins (well, it has already begun since the first word of this post–) on a dull, grey, and bleek cloudy day; the wind was utterly bone-chilling, and signs of the storm that had subsided only an hour ago were evident in the way a type of wet iciness cold fragmented itself in the air, and the heavy amount of rain droplets covered the surfaces they touched – roads, roofs, people’s clothes, and skin.

Due to the weather being awful for outdoor purposes, no one was lingering around front of the campus where most of the premises was not sheltered, and the university’s bus shelter was situated. It was during the mid-semester break anyway, so that was a major contributing factor to the lack of absence of people, other than [Name].

As she had left her home that morning, the skies were clear with only a small number of white clouds suspended above. Basing her assumptions on that, and a small amount of her laziness of not being bothered to carry an umbrella or a rain jacket contributing it, [Name] had nothing except a thin transitioning season jacket on her to shield her from the manifesting cold, or if it were to rain again.

So, when a hooded figure packed in many layers of warm clothing joined her under the bus shelter, [Name] was a cold mess. She hugged herself as tightly as she could, with her hands shoved under her armpits for warmth, and teeth clattering together. Like she did with every stranger she encountered, [Name] ignored his presence, and never acknowledge him. She kept her eyes focused downwards on her lap, and forced herself to focus on her struggles to keep herself warm. It was just easier that way; everything was easier to deal with if she pretended it did not exist, and stayed in her own little bubble.

However, unfortunately for her, the hooded stranger did not plan for it to continue that way. He was seeking, she was perfect. He decided he was going to be the needle that popped her.

Taehyung observed [Name] with a heavy gaze, and licked his lips. Then, with a dry mouth, and his heart almost jumping out of his chest in eagerness, he spoke.

“Noona,” He greeted, and compared to how he was feeling, his voice seemed rather monotonous.

The somewhat familiarity of his tone, and of course, the fact that he was addressing her, caused [Name] to turn her head towards him.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Taehyung,” [Name] responded, and her mouth was slightly ajar. As a result, her lips were parted slightly in the way that was sensually attractive. The way her skin lacked colour from its usual hue due to vasoconstriction, and her lips being somewhat blue, both because of the cold, enticed something in him.

She looked so vulnerable, and adorable – the way he imagined the various possibilities in which he could warm her in, he would be the one she would rely on – where it would just the two of them existing, and no one else –

“Have my tutoring sessions been helpful?” She asked, snapping him out of his mind, and Taehyung turned fully towards her.

For mere seconds before he answered, his gaze shifted down to her chest. With her jacket unzipped, water from the rain creating a wet area of darkness, her bra was visible. It would not need to be a big deal, but for Taehyung, it was. Such revelation of her sacred innocence and beauty that only he should see, was out there – visible to the entire world. Why? Why was it like that? Was his Noona a dirty little slut who craved intimacy attention more desperately than he had known? Had he missed out on something while he was researching her? That couldn’t be it… He watched her all the time, and sure, he had caught her touching herself a few times. But, (there was always a but), he had made sure that he would be her very first, for everything before he finalised her to be the one who he would mark. So, why? Why would she just reveal something that was meant for his eyes only to the entire world? Was she that dense? Or perhaps, she did this because she wanted him to notice her.

The last possible reason caused Taehyung’s cheeks to redden.

“Taehyung, hey Taehyung, are you okay?” [Name] said, and she settled her cold hand on his arm, and shook him slightly in order to make him return to reality.

The moment Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes flickered to [Name]’s hand on him, and then to her face, and back to her hand again before he realised: she was touching him.

His lovely, lovely Noona was touching him. He did not like anyone touching him, but her – her touch was sensational, enthralling. Despite being cold, it radiated a certain warmth that seemed to be exactly like the one he had been craving his entire life. It was it, her touch was it – it was what he had been after this entire time.

The red on Taehyung’s cheeks spread further across his cheeks, and his gaze shifted back to [Name]. His irises were dilated with an intenseness that made [Name] uncomfortable. Especially, because he did not give her a response, and instead, let his eyes wander down to her chest once again. But this time, she noticed.

Her discomfort increased, and with red cheeks, she covered her chest. The sight of her bra shown through her wet shirt that had been Taehyung’s saving grace being blocked, caused him to snap his eyes towards her.

He no longer wore a love-struck expression. Instead, his eyes were narrowed into a glare of aggravation like something very precious had been stolen from him.

What was she playing at? Hard to get? If she did not want me to stare, then she should cover up. His trail of thought started, and then led to another.

He was her boyfriend, her guardian. So, she was obviously looking to him to help her, Taehyung decided.

Instantly, he unzipped the hoodie he was wearing on top of others, and forced it in [Name]’s hands. The [h/c] female barely received the time to respond, because she became preoccupied with wanting to take her grip out off Taehyung’s harsh one when he was forcing his jacket in her hands.

“That should have you covered for now. You can return it to me later, and don’t wash it. Thank me when I take you out on a date after our next tutoring session,” He stated simply, as he released her hands, and stood up. Then, he covered his head with the hood of his other jacket, turned away from [Name], and walked away without awaiting a response.

[Name]’s mouth was ajar and she sat still in shock, as she was still trying to process what had just happened. Then, as another gust of cold wind swept past her and reminded her body of the cold she was suffering, she unwrinkled Taehyung’s warm jacket in her hands, and put it on her body.

Then came,

Pushing boundaries

Vintage ambient lighting hung from the ceiling of the cafe, and provided the interior of it with aesthetically pleasing orange hue lighting. Sleek and clean wooden tables, each with different number of chairs situated around it, had the ambient lighting reflecting on its’ surface. One would describe the interior aesthetic of the cafe as modern, with its obsidian granite walls and other surfaces, and large windows; acoustics of popular pop songs were played as faded and pleasing background music for its visitors.

In one of the furthest corners of the cafe, isolated from everyone else as much as they could be, [Name] and Taehyung beside each other. With some of the tables like theirs, rather than chairs, it was a sofa like arranged seating. Being a complete sucker for lavish comfort that [Name] was, she had immediately paced to that table to claim it as hers. And while there may have been somewhere else that Taehyung may have preferred to sit at, this time, he did not mind too much. The seating was still decent, and with the way it was arranged, it would allow him to be close to his Noona as much as possible. Plus, at this point, their relationship was only beginning. So, [Name] did not know him fully yet, and would not have known that Taehyung would rather be the one to choose where they sat, not her, or anyone else. He had not established his set of rules for her yet, and that meant she was not yet aware of the fact that Taehyung wanted to be in charge of everything. Therefore, this time, he would let it pass, and not punish her in anyway.

Rather than sitting opposite of her so he could face her like a normal person would, he chose to slide into the same side of the seat as her. He scooted until he was as close as he deemed appropriate for their first official date – which to be frank, judging from a normal person’s standard was still way too close; his arm and thigh rubbed against [Name]’s, and since the other side of her body was pushed against the wall beside her, she was left with no room to move back in. She was stuck in the awkward and uncomfortable position that Taehyung was forcing her to be in.

The smell of her cologne stimulated Taehyung’s odorant receptors, and he noted that today, she was wearing his second favourite perfume of her’s. It was a tad disappointing since he expected her to bring her best for him, but as mentioned before, he had not educated her about his regulations yet. So, any faults of this date, he would let them slide for now.

“Um, here’s your hoodie. Thanks for letting me borrow it the other day,” [Name] interjected, breaking him out of his train of thoughts.

In response to her voice, Taehyung turned his head towards her, and with an extra observant gaze, he looked at his hoodie that [Name] was holding out to him. He recalled that he had specifically, ordered her to not wash it when she would be returning it to him today. This was because he wanted her scent and the warmth of her body to linger in it so he could smell, and snuggle with it later. However, she had clearly disobeyed his direct order and washed it and ironed it; it was obvious because his hoodie was void off creases and any particular smells he could associate with [Name].

Even a washed hoodie would have been better than an ironed one, because then, Taehyung would still have been able to relish in his smell of [Name]’s laundry detergent. But with it being ironed, it smelled nothing except of degraded heat. And while her ironing skills were impressive, she had gone above and beyond with her actions to displease him. With a heavy heart, and his lips turned downwards in a frown, he wordlessly took his hoodie off her hands, and shoved it in his bag beside him. Then, he simply shifted his eyes to the menu laid before them, picked one up and began reading it, all the while, refusing to look at [Name], or give her a response.

The [h/c] female furrowed her eyebrows because she felt confused about Taehyung’s reaction.

Have I done something to displease him? Last time I checked, washing someone’s clothes, and ironing them before returning it was basic etiquette. She thought.

Strike One

Just as she opened her mouth and was about to apologize for whatever Taehyung had been upset about, she was cut off.

“[Name]! Hey!” A familiar voice called out to her, and [Name] turned her head towards the source of the sound. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw one of her friends from her class, walking up to her. She followed her form as she closed her table, until she ended up turning her head to the front again (towards the table), as her friend joined them, and sat opposite of her and Taehyung.

Strike Two

“Hey baby,” Vicki greeted, and gave [Name] a teasing smile that clearly indicated that she was joking. Her somewhat flirtatious words caused Taehyung’s head to shot upwards with wide eyes, and he stared at them with uncertain feelings of betrayal swimming in his eyes.

[Name] scoffed at Vicki. But, nonetheless, there was a smile etched on her face.

“What do you want?” [Name] asked.

Due to the forwardness of her question, Vicki feigned offense.

“Can’t I just talk to out of the goodness of my heart?” Vicki asked smiling. Simultaneously, her eyes drifted towards Taehyung next to you, who she felt an intense stare from. Her eyes widened, and as her eyes met his, there was a sudden moment of terrifying shivers that ran down her spine. It was more than obvious that she was not wanted, and while she was not the type to have cared about this sort of situation typically, in this instance, she felt compelled to apologize.

“Uh, are you two on a date?” She began, her eyes lingering on Taehyung, and then shifting to [Name].

“No.”

“Yes.”

Both of these answers left [Name]’s and Taehyung’s lips simultaneously, and the difference in their answers, caused them to look towards one another. [Name]’s eyes were widened in surprise, and Taehyung’s face had become rendered off any obvious emotions as he narrowed his eyes at her. Subsequently to this, a discomforting, and eerie silence surrounded them, as Taehyung was now directly a harsh glare towards [Name].

Vicki, being the catalyst of this situation, was now quick to think on her feet, and make her escape.

“I–, um, s-sorry for crashing your guys date. I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll talk to you later [Name],” Vicki spoke quickly, as she slid out of their table, and ran out of the cafe.

Strike Three

[Name] attempted to utter a good-bye to Vicki. However, she never received the chance to because Taehyung had grabbed onto both of her wrists, and gripped them painfully tightly in order to keep her focus on him.

“You lied,” He hissed, and his grip on her tightened. “Why did you lie?! Are you ashamed of me?! Do you not love me?!”

[Name] winced in pain, and on natural reflex, she tried to pull her arms away from him. After multiple attempts, she realized that her efforts were useless. Then, she took a few deep breaths in order to settle her nerves of fear which had risen due to Taehyung’s infliction of pain on her, and his harsh glare, and body language.

“I– I’m sorry I panicked. She said it so suddenly–” [Name] tried to answer, but she was interrupted when Taehyung laughed dryly at her response.

“You didn’t panic. You meant what you said, and you said it because you think I’m not good enough for you.”

“Taehyung, that’s– it’s not like that– I swear–” [Name] tried to defend.

“Then what is it like [Name] noona? If you really aren’t ashamed of me like you’re trying to say contradictory to your actions, then prove it. Prove to me that our relationship means something to you. Prove your commitment to me and show me that you aren’t a waste of my time,” Taehyung demanded, and the absurdity of his words made [Name] furrow her eyebrows.

An unsettling feeling formed in her stomach and it felt like she had sealed her doom with the words she spoke next.

She swallowed what thought to be excessive saliva in her mouth down her throat, her mouth felt dry.

“What do you want me to do for– for your a-approval?” She stammered, and instantly, like a child seeing their birthday presents, his face lit up.

It was then that [Name] realized the sudden lack of distance between them, and how close Taehyung had shifted himself to her.

His breath fanned her face, and sensually, he brushed his thumb against her bottom lip, with dangerous desires glinting mischiefly in his eyes.

“Make love to me.”

For her submission, he resorted to threats.

When she stopped reciprocating, it ended with aggression.

Black and blue marks, some pigmented with a hint of red due to the blood that was dried on them. Exhaustion that was way beyond what she was capable of handling, was hideously evident in her lackluster irises; the agony and the suffering was taking its toll on her entire being: emotionally, mentally, and physically. Her skin, that was blank canvas before he had decided to dictate over it, was now littered with wounds of various kinds.

[Name] found it difficult to breath as frantic panic housed itself in her nerves, and her bottom lip quivered. It took everything in her, and more, to not burst out into tears, and completely give up to whatever misery Taehyung wanted to submit her to. Perhaps, if her life was the only one at risk, she would have done exactly that. But right now, she couldn’t. She had to fight in whatever way she could in order to assure their survival.

“Taehyung please,” [Name] began begging, and her voice sounded completely broken. “Please don’t hurt him, he has nothing to do with this.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at her coldly. Momentarily, his eyes flickered to the unconscious little boy who he was holding at a knife point in his arms, and then switched his stare back to [Name] once more. He gritted his teeth in frustration, feeling as if this entire time, whatever lessons he had been trying to teach her were a waste of time.

“He has everything to do with this. He’s the only one left who continues to keep you distracted from me. I can’t have that, I WON’T allow that! You’re mine so all of your attention should be directed to me! I warned you before didn’t I? If you don’t do as I say and commit yourself fully and solely to me then I’m going to hurt the ones who prevent you from doing so. I warned you! I told you that I’ll kill your brother if you continue to talk to him. So that’s what I’m doing now, I’m getting rid off him so that we can be together – just us,” Taehyung said, and as he brought the tip of the knife closer to the boy’s neck, it began piercing his skin. Due to [Name]’s brother’s drugged and unconscious state, no response left his lips as Taehyung started to draw blood from his skin.

[Name]’s eyes widened impossibly wide.

“Taehyung NO PLEASE DON’T–”

Taehyung stabbed the knife fully into the boy’s throat.

“There’s no one to stand in our way anymore. Finally, you will be all mine.”

(A/N: hello, admin ambi here. I’d just like to say that I started this WIP weeks ago. However, I was unable to complete it until this point because of uni and work being up my ass. The title, the plot of this one-shot, and everything else completely changed to what I originally planned. Additionally, I haven’t written in ages so my writing is rusty. Due to all these mentioned reasons, this ended up being really messy, the plot is inconsistent and all over the place. I understand if its confusing too. I hope the next work I publish will be better than this. Also, I haven’t proof read some of this so I apologize for any errors.

Thank you for reading. I hope you all have a lovely day / night whatever it is).

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blue blazes!

basic info —

FULL NAME: Richard Rider NICKNAMES: Rich, Richie, Ricky ALIAS: Nova / Nova Prime AFFILIATIONS: Nova Corps, Guardians of the Galaxy, New Warriors (formerly) AGE: 43 MBTI TYPE: ISFP OCCUPATIONS: Police Officer for SCPD! He will also continue to be a Space Cop. FAMILY: Charles Rider (father, deceased), Gloria Rider (mother), Ralph Rider (uncle, deceased), Ellen Rider (aunt), Robbie Rider (younger brother), Peter Quill (best friend) SEXUALITY: Pansexual SPECIES: Human HEIGHT: 6’1” HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Brown

powers/special abilities —

HOST OF THE NOVA FORCE.

SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH: He’s able to change the Nova Force to increase his physical strength to vast levels. The full extent of this is unknown but with his best show can destroy everything within three miles. The Nova Force grants Rider sufficient strength and power to engage and even stalemate the likes of the Silver Surfer in combat.

SUPERHUMAN SPEED: If Richard channels the Nova Force properly, he can grant himself the ability to run or move at speeds beyond the physical limits of Human athletes. The limit of his speed isn’t known but he can run several hundred miles an hour or move faster than light.

SUPERHUMAN STAMINA: Due to the Nova Force's augmentation of his musculature, Rider's muscles produce considerably less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of a normal human. While the full limits of his stamina are unknown, he is able to exert himself physically for at least 24 hours before fatigue toxins impair him.

SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY: Richard’s body is highly resistant to all forms of conventional physical injury. He can withstand high caliber bullets, falls from tremendous heights, exposure to extremes in both temperature and pressure, powerful energy blasts, acidic corrosives, and tremendous impact forces without sustaining injury. While employing the Nova Force, Rider can easily withstand the rigors of deep space indefinitely.

SUPERHUMAN ACCURACY: He can shoot beams of energy with an accuracy of millimeters.

SUPERHUMAN AGILITY.

SUPERHUMAN REFLEXES.

REGENERATIVE HEALING FACTOR: Richard can use the Nova Force to heal any injuries or bodily tissues. This wont work on regenerating lost limbs.

FLIGHT: He can use the Nova Force to propel himself through the air at tremendous speeds. Rich is fully capable of achieving faster than light velocities and can enter and traverse hyperspace, which he often does while traveling through space. However, moving as such speeds while in the atmosphere of a planet would cause devastation to the planet itself, so he travels much slower while within a planetary atmosphere.

ENERGY GENERATION: He can channel the Nova Force and expel the energy in the form of extremely powerful concussive blasts that he often uses in combat situations. A few of the abilities he has shown are:

the ability to manipulate the Nova Force to create hyperspace portals in space such as Space Gates.

the ability to release extremely powerful gravimetric pulses and beams, either from specific parts of his body or from his whole body surface.

the ability to emit powerful electromagnetic discharges that can nullify gravity.

XANDARIAN WORLDMIND: Aside from housing the Nova Force, Rider is also one of the hosts of the Xandarian Worldmind along with Sam being the other who can use it. The Worldmind is a sentient collective created to govern and maintain all forms of Xandarian culture. The Worldmind contains all knowledge collected by the Xandarian people including art, science, history, and philosophy. Richard can access any aspect of this technology by communicating with the Worldmind verbally or mentally. As a result, The Worldmind often contacts Rider unbidden and usually offers advice, instructions, insights, recommendations, and even criticisms. His bond with the Worldmind is highly useful, however, also in the fact that the Worldmind is crucial in helping Rider maintain self control, mood, and his mental stability.

Other capabilities demonstrated by the Worldmind:

Helps Rich contain the Nova Force while keeping his mind and sanity intact.

Downloads profiles of opponents directly into Rider's mind.

Detects nearby energy surges, including those used in teleportation.

Can assume control of Rider's body as he sleeps.

Access other computer systems, including heavily-protected terrestrial computer networks.

Analyze attackers, including detecting adrenaline surges in their bodies.

Detects approaching super-humans with energy-based powers.

Enables Rider to hack into satellite TV broadcasts, and transmit his voice and image to individual TV sets.

Can protect Rider from psionic manipulation using Psi-shields.

SKILLED COMBATANT.

equipment —

NOVA UNIFORM: To further stabilize Rich during his manipulation of the Nova Force, the Worldmind has specifically modified Rider's Nova uniform. The material of the uniform helps to contain and regulate some of Rider's powers by siphoning some of the energies of the Nova Force. The uniform also contains inhibitors that can manipulate various hormones in Richard’s brain for the purpose of moderating his moods as needed. The uniform also has self-repairing capabilities, allowing it to seal rips and tears on its own.

The helmet contains radio circuitry enabling Nova to pick up radio transmissions, monitor transmissions, telescopic sights, night vision sensors, and heat imaging sensors, as well as overlay a visual heads-up display for tracking energy signatures. Nova's helmet has a rigid construction and shape when worn, but becomes as malleable as cloth when it is not, allowing him to hide it in his civilian clothes when desired.

three headcanons —

Both of the Rider children are living in space for their own separate reasons. His little brother, is on a dark path that he feels comfortable sticking with. Richard and their mother have tried to bring him back from the Raptors but that choice is cemented after a life has been built. Richard lives a life that’s the complete opposite, a war hero who feels comfort in living among the stars. Their mother, Gloria sets aside some money for their rare trips back to Earth. The currency in the galaxy is different and their credits are useless down on their home planet. When Rich came back seven years after the ban started his mother gave him some of that money that was set aside so he could get by until finding a proper job.

Richard has lost count of how many wars he has taken part in but the galaxy recognizes him as a veteran for it. His name is well known for his service. He qualifies for a free therapist as a result of this and has started regularly going to see her in Halfworld. His sanity is hanging by a very thin thread at all times. Rich can’t drink away his mental illness and trauma no matter how much he tries to. He struggles with depression, some post-traumatic stress disorder, and the rest of his problems is a long list. The therapy is genuinely helping and he makes a point to go every week. It’s important to him!

Peter Quill is his best friend but they met when they were fairly young — way before Guardians of the Galaxy were formed. Richard was new to being in space and Peter was still traveling around with Yondu and the other Ravagers. They quickly bonded over their love for music, since Rich has a library downloaded into his helmet after all. They became very close as they would go on many adventures together. The two of them are fairly reckless and sometimes Yondu would show up to bail them out of trouble. Who was cautious about Richard at first since he’s a Nova but would soon welcome the boy to stop by whenever he would like. Maybe it was nice to see Peter getting to interact with someone his own age for once. They continued to remain best friends over the course of their lives and still are to this day. The two of them have been through a lot together and even when Richard says he can handle doing something on his own, Peter is right behind him refusing to let him do it alone. (This was all discussed with Amanda!)

personality traits —

+ HUMORISTIC. Richard surprisingly has an excellent sense of humor despite all of the tragedy he has experienced. He tries to make light of a situation if he can to disguise what he might be really feeling deep inside. It doesn’t always work but if Rich can make himself laugh then that seems to be worth it. If someone else ends up laughing with him? Even better and keeps the dark thoughts away.

+ DEDICATED. Once Richard places his mind on something he intends to go through with it until getting the outcome he desires. No matter how tired the man might get there is always energy left to keep fighting. He’s also a loyal friend to have on your side because of it!

- CYNICAL. Maybe Richard struggles to believe anything good can come out of stressful situations. This doesn’t mean he won’t press forward anyway because even when times get tough Rich does absolutely everything in his power to do what’s right. His depression tends to impact his outlook but tries being optimistic despite being a cynic about his current situation. Rich doesn’t think that someone like him deserves a happily ever after and always prepares for the worst. Maybe he has just seen too much.

- UNSTABLE. If it weren’t for his connection to the Nova Force he would have gone insane and the thread holding his sanity together would have snapped a long time ago. Which is a reason for going to therapy to strengthen that strand holding his mind together.

character bio —

ORIGIN: Richard Rider was born in Hempstead, New York to Charles and Gloria Rider. He would become the oldest of their two children after his parents have another son. He always appeared to be insecure about how his younger brother is smarter than him and thought that he was the favorite. Robert always looked up to Rich though and supported his older brother’s role as a hero. Their mother worked as a 911 dispatch operator and their father was the principle of their local high school. Charles was a good father but quite strict. He never approved of his children getting in fights and more than once sent Richard to his room without getting to eat dinner. They tried being supportive of their son but his father would end up supporting the mindset that heroes should be registering — putting a strain on the relationship with his son. Richard would stay close with his mother since Gloria is always more gentle and loving between his two parents.

He wasn’t the class clown or the wallflower or the cool kid. Richard was just an average teenager growing up, having girl troubles as anyone else his age. Everything appeared to be normal until coming into contact with the Nova Corps shortly after his seventeenth birthday. The Nova are a peace-keeping force based off the planet Xandar which was destroyed by a space pirate. When Rhomann Dey, the Nova Prime was dying and fleeing through the cosmos toward Earth is when a decision was made. Richard Rider received his powers and granted the Nova Force — becoming the host for the energy source.

The sudden infusion of power hospitalized him, comatose as Rhomann telepathically explained to him everything that was happening and what his mission would be. He hoped that this Human would use these abilities for good. Rich would recover suddenly and be discharged by the doctor so he could return to his normal routines. The next day when alone in his room Rhomann transmitted one last gift — his Centurion uniform. Richard soon discovered all the different powers he now possesses but didn’t have any instruction on how they worked. He would become Nova Prime, proudly taking up the mantle.

START OF THE BAN: Richard spends more time out in space than home on Earth. He goes years at a time before returning to visit his mother. His childhood friends all moved on with their lives without him in it so that doesn’t leave him with many reasons to come back. Usually when Rich does make a visit it leaves him confused by everything that had happened since he has been gone. There were wars to fight in and distress calls to take care of — feeling like that is more important than anything Earth has to offer. This has consequences though, never getting closure with his father since he passed away during one of the times Rich was gone.

When the ban was put into place, Richard didn’t know about it until Sam told him. He couldn’t believe that much had changed. Worldmind always there reminding him that there’s forever more work to be done through the galaxy if it brings some kind of reassurance to the two Novas. There would always be somewhere they were needed and this is where their journey would go. Maybe Richard just adapted too much to living in space that being on a Earth makes him ache for returning to the stars again. He has learned to appreciate the little time there is with the connections he has left in his old age.

PRESENT: Seven years go by in the blink of an eye. Which also means seven years since stepping foot on Terran soil. His reasons for returning are a mixed bag. One of them connected to realizing how much he misses his mother during one of his therapy sessions. She was one of the few good things left since his younger brother is on a path of villainy with the Fraternity of Raptors. Richard spent some time with her after coming back to Earth since this was important to him. He couldn’t stay though, no matter how much she wanted him to. He comes to Star City seeking out a reunion with his best friend Peter but also new opportunities. Rich has never been good at holding a job, not when being Nova Prime will always come first, but decides to give it a try. Besides it doesn’t sit right with him knowing an organization is staining the Nova name. While trips back to space will still be frequent because he has his therapy sessions and also can’t refuse a distress call — Rich is going to try sticking around a bit more this time around. Maybe after all these years he deserves to build an actual life for once.

#starcintro #ʟᴇᴛ's sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. [ MUSE ]#depression tw

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karui-kyofu · 3 years

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Mobile Friendly BNHA Verse Muse Info

Under read more because it’s long.

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name: Kurai Amayo

Hero Name: Underworld

Age: 15-16

Gender: Male

Orientation: Pansexual

Species: Human

Occupation: Student

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Silvery almost white, worn kind of messy, and usually a bit unkept but somehow it still USUALLY looks good.

Eyes: Pure gold in color, sometimes seem to have catlike pupils but other times it seems to have been a trick of the light.

Complexion: Pale as hell. Constant dark circles under his eyes.

Height: 5’9

Weight: 130 lbs

Build: Slender, almost seeming overly skinny, but he’s healthy enough.

Scars: Several. Too many to really specify where.

Piercings: Double ear piercings (the lobe) (I ignore the one for his faceclaim that has his neck pierced too. Kurai just has his ears pierced.)

Face claim(s): Kadoc Lemlupus

BACKGROUND

Ethnicity: Japanese

Parents: Currently Unnamed parents, both villains (Open to fleshing out some info about them though if needed)

Siblings: Unnamed, two, a brother and sister (also both villains, or eventually will become them).

Pets: Fish

Education: UA Academy

Languages: Japanese, English

Abilities: Nightfall (vampiric + light manipulation) One from each parent; It’s not exactly a void, but he can essentially make an entire area around him within a certain range so completely dark that no light can pierce through it. It also somewhat muffles sound, since it’s one of those tangible yet intangible sorts of blackness. It’s heavy, and thick, but can’t be touched or cut, or dissipated (though if he is killed or knocked unconscious it vanishes).

The second half of his ability (or more accurately his second quirk, from the other parent) is more straightforward, giving him vampiric like physical boosts (some increased strength, speed). Permanently boosted because of his quirk (even when speed and strength are not): Sight and hearing (to a small degree).

Summarized Personality Traits: Shy and awkward but friendly, somewhat low self esteem, difficulty trusting others but wants to, constantly afraid people will shun him for his parentage. Seems antisocial, but really is just not the greatest with people. Likely keeps to himself mostly, or hangs around near people but never WITH them unless invited.

Other Important details to note: Most people have probably never seen his face properly because of his light sensitivity issues, and the fact he wears hoodies and sweatshirts with a special sheer face covering to minimize light. He does take it off sometimes though, and will reveal his face if asked to.

Also it's not due to his quirk, more his personality (he is often almost deathly quiet) and just kind of a natural thing from a number of factors, but he has kind of a diminished presence and tends to not be noticed unless he speaks. Some more observant people though will likely be more aware he is there. But it's part of the reason why he sometimes seems to suddenly appear out of thin air. He was probably already there, people just didn't realize it.

More detailed background information (and in depth personality and quirk info):

Kurai was born as the child of two villains (not giving them names currently, and they’re not meant to be any currently known villains). Neither were very important, but despite his parents alignment, Kurai never really took to the whole villain sort of lifestyle (he’s far too big of a softie), and eventually he ran away, and ended up applying to U.A., and managed to get in.

He does have difficulties still in this verse with being in bright places due to his upbringing (he was raised in mostly dark places), and almost always hides himself in a dark coat or hoodie, his favorite and most common ones having a sort of sheer black mesh covering the face to help with his light sensitivity, so most people have never seen his face properly without it being hidden in shadows. He’s not the greatest with people, tending to shy away from them. He’s also very skittish about being touched, and tends to keep to himself. He’s pretty convinced that if people find out his parents are both villains, that he will be shunned, and so he keeps it to himself. The school is aware though of his parentage and he had to go through extra steps to prove he wasn’t a villain himself before he was allowed to properly apply.

Appearance wise, he’s actually decently attractive, if a bit disheveled, apart from the constant dark circles under his eyes. Messy, rarely brushed silvery colored hair, and vividly golden eyes, his pupils sometimes seeming almost catlike, though it might be a trick of the light, or a manifestation of his quirk. He’s also got a little bit of an unusual slight point to his ears, and they sort of stick out weirdly, almost like a little elf.

His room is kept nice and dark, and all his lightbulbs have been replaced with blacklight bulbs, which are some of the only lights he can tolerate consistently, so his room has a rather eerie glow. Most of his belongings have some sort of glow factor to them (lighting under his bed, one of those blacklight glow fish tanks, lava lamps, etc), because he just really likes that sort of glowing, blacklit look. It’s also soft lighting so it’s something his eyes can tolerate.

Kurai has some unique quirks in the sense he got one quirk from one parent, but he also got a second one that sort of mutated from his other parent, so it’s not quite the same as theirs. Somewhat vampiric abilities associated with his tasting blood (rarely used because he hates it, but it boosts his strength and speed some), any kind of blood, and any amount, even a drop, for a short time. But more commonly, he has an ability having to do with light manipulation, causing the area around him to be engulfed in total darkness, as if his opponent has been transported into a void. Which is true in a sense, as some aspect of his ability seems to muffle sound as well, covering his movements when he’s in battle. If he uses both of his quirks, he can be a formidable opponent, but he’ll never be as powerful as some of the other heroes out there. His night vision is amazing, though his daytime vision a bit less so, unless he has one of his special hoodies on. His vision in general is a little sharper than most, and his hearing is also enhanced a little, courtesy of his quirk, but both are only slightly better than the average person, and not anything significant.

As for downsides to his quirks, his vampiric abilities tend to torture him more emotionally rather than having a physical downfall, though he can sometimes get tired and lethargic after his ability fades. His light manipulation ability has a currently limited range, as he’s still learning fully how to control and expand it, but currently he can basically black out an area around him within about 40 feet if he pushes himself. His void type ability also can be bested by someone who is able to sense body heat or movement by means other than sight or hearing.

As far as his actual personality, he’s actually really friendly if someone makes the effort to get past his fearful, antisocial seeming exterior. He actually really wants to be included in things, but he’s just really not sure how to go about it. He doesn’t see himself as someone that others would want to be friends with, because he grew up surrounded by villains who treated everyone like they were replaceable and everyone only cared about themselves. He’s almost far too nice for his own good, and he definitely has to work on his confidence in both himself and his abilities. He cares a great deal about those around him, but he won’t say anything most of the time unless presented with a situation he feels he has to. It most likely will take a little effort to get him to open up to others, and a little bit of persistence. If he does speak, he tends to speak softly, unless startled or frightened, and when afraid of something, his instinct is to hide in the closest dark little safe space he can find (such as under a table or beneath a bed). He absolutely hates bullying though, and when he feels confident enough, he will speak up, despite his fear of others, and stand up for people if he catches someone bullying another student.

He is slightly mentally unstable, hearing whispers sometimes in his ears, about how he isn’t good enough, how he should just give up, quit, how no one likes him, no one could ever like him, and other things like that. This is another side effect of his upbringing, his softhearted nature being a detriment to surviving such a childhood without some damage being left on him. He also rarely sleeps more than a few hours at a time, which is partly why he always looks so tired and why he’s always got those dark circles under his eyes.

He secretly would sneak out and do nice things for people when he was a child, even though he was punished and made fun of for it by those in his parents circle. The fact he couldn’t help himself from doing things like that, or from protecting animals or just doing little helpful things, was one of the signs he was not meant to be a villain.

He has two siblings, both older than him. After he ran away, his parents basically pretended like he didn’t exist anymore, because he disappointed them by being too soft and kind, and because he refused to use his abilities for villainous acts.

(I have finally figured out what his hero costume looks like. Feel free to ask me, and I’ll send some pictures.)

(This verse is still new and tentative so more info will be added as I interact with him with people.)

#BNHA Verse Info File: Kurai #Mobile Friendly

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astrotranslations · 5 years

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Moonbin for Men's Health (2018 December issue)

What are you up to lately? I’ve been busy preparing for our concert and album. The concert will be held on 22nd and 23rd December at KBS Arena Hall. It’ll be different from our existing groundwork and we’ve prepared stages where you can witness new sides to each member. Of course, we matched the season and will give off a year end vibe.

What kind of new side are you referring to? True to our 'refreshing-dol' nicknames, our image has been bright and fresh but we’ll be showing a more mature and sexy manliness this time round. It’s also an image our fans want.

You were on XtvN’s <The Ultimate Watchlist of Latest Trends>, right? It’s been a while since I acted so I felt nervous but I’m gaining good experiences and learning a lot. There’s learning through the script but there’re also many things I’m familiarising myself with on set as we exchange opinions. It feels nice to produce something together. The director’s good natured and Kwon Hyuksoo sunbae-nim, Kim Mingyo sunbae-nim and the others treat me well so the adlibs naturally flow.

How did it feel when you received the offer to be on Men Health’s cover? I was very surprised. I even asked the people around me if it was alright that I did it. It’s because I thought that only people with really big and nice bodies like bodybuilders shot for the covers. I was afraid but I also felt greedy. I’ve always liked exercising and I often hear that I’ve got a good physical. Whenever I’m at home, I’ll do push ups, chin ups and regular full body workouts but I developed the desire to work hard on building my body and do the shoot. I thought I could show my reverse charms.

That was about a month ago. What’s your current body condition? I’m exercising regularly. I had more fat then as compared to now and my muscles were less visible. Now I’ve lost weight and my muscle mass has increased so my lines have become more defined.

What are your thoughts on the end of filming? It was a different experience. It’s rare that I film showing off my body so it was fascinating and felt different from what I’ve experienced before. I’m looking forward to the end product.

How did you exercise? I planned my exercise time with my trainer to be in the mornings where possible. To be honest, I’m a night owl. If I wanted to meet up with friends after wrapping up my schedules, night time was comfortable and I liked the night air different from the crisp morning’s. But I wanted to be a morning person. I’ll plan for my PT to be around 10 in morning and started my day early. I could make full use of the mornings I wasted on sleep so it felt good. I’ll do PT and lose the sweat though aerobic exercise then do abs exercise and even push ups… Rolls in the next day and my muscles will feel like they were being crushed.

What about your meals? I kept to what was arranged by my trainer. I mainly ate chicken breast, egg white, sweet potato, salad, etc.. Breakfast was brown rice and chicken breast, lunch was sweet potato and egg white, dinner was 150g of rump meat and brown rice… my meals were like that. I lasted yesterday with only 4 egg whites. Controlling water intake was also difficult. In one word, I nearly died.

Building your body in such a short period musn’t have been easy, what about it was the hardest? My meals. I’m usually a glutton so I’m often tempted. When I ate meat, I could easily polish off alone a portion for 3 and had 2 bowls of rice. I’m at an age to be eating a lot. Having to turn away from all that was the hardest. I like instant noodles so I would stock some up in our dorm by brand and would at least eat them once every 2-3 days but I didn’t even have a single bite as I made my body. Finally today!! When my itinerary ends, I’ll be eating to my heart’s content spicy squid soup, spicy fried cream cheese noodles, etc..

What kind of body did you want to make? I built broader shoulders and focused on making my lines distinct all around. It felt like my body was divided into sections. It’s still ongoing. It’ll be possible if I build a little more muscle and bring down my body fat. Practicing choreographies is a high intensity form of aerobic exercise and I’ll be stronger if I gain muscle so I think that’ll help me with my dancing. My wannabe body is Rain sunbae-nim’s.

How much do you practice your choreographies? I’d usually be practicing more on my vocals than my dance if we don’t have any schedules. If we do have them then it’s a basic minimum of 3-4 hours per day. There were of course instances where I went about it for the whole day.

What are the words you often hear the most from your trainer? He said that I’ve a good physical and that my muscles show easily because I’ve a thin layer of fat. He mentioned that I’ll be able to make a nice body if I exercise more regularly.

You’re known to like exercising. Are you good at it? I think I’m pretty good when it comes to using my whole body. Ever since the last album, I’ve thought about wanting to build my body a little. So I watched full body workout videos on YouTube and copied them. I did it routinely without skipping a single day and my body got bigger and I also grew stronger. I’m the type to get really hooked once I’m into something so that helped me. I gained muscles quick and my body got better in that short period. But I’m not good with ball sports. My accuracy is really low.

What else are you really into? A lot. I’m that kind of style in general. I enjoy webtoons so I’ve read nearly all of them and once I get addicted to a certain food, I’ll mainly only eat that. It was the same with pig intestines and if I’ve found a brand of instant noodles that I like then I’ll only have that for all my three meals. If I find a piece of clothing comfortable and nice then I’ll wear only that day in and day out. I think my slightly rash yet sometimes simple personality bears some of the blame.

Is there another form of exercise that you enjoy besides weight training? I’m close with Seventeen’s Seunggwan so we play badminton together and ride our bicycles. I like walking too. It’s because I’ve always liked moving around.

What do you mostly do when you have no schedules? I’ll game at home or exercise… I enjoy lazing around on my bed and reading webtoons or watching YouTube videos. I’m off opposite extremes.

What is your role in ASTRO? Musically, I’m in charge of vocals and dance. In terms of atmosphere, I’m kind of like a vortex. One that won’t let you escape from ASTRO? (laughs) Our team itself is always bright and energetic, to the point that people tell us we’re chaotic. From the mood maker MJ hyung to JinJin hyung… The older members are outgoing and positive so the younger ones tend to follow along.

How is it like living together in a dorm? It’s always boisterous and you’ve no time to feel bored. I like that we’re together and it’s a bright atmosphere rather than a competitive one so it’s fun. The disadvantages are that I can’t take a break alone and that it’s noisy? There used to be the ones who were messy and the ones who cleaned up after themselves, but now we’re all messy together. There’re 6 men so it can’t be helped (laughs).

What kind of year has 2018 been to you? I’ve challenged myself to several things and had many concerns. I also realised how I’ve grown through those processes. I imagine my future self whenever I’m free and decided that I should work harder.

What kind of challenges? I’ll use the classic example of acting. I worried a lot before I started but I realised that I’ll only know if I gave it a shot so I went straight into it. You can’t always only do what you like or what you’re familiar with. I think rather than sitting still and being afraid, it’s better that you dive into it.

Is there anything different when you compare to last year? I think my perspective has changed. I’ve become more positive. There are slightly more things I’ve tried out despite being afraid and I think I’ve developed some skill in responding to unimaginable situations with a broad mind.

When do you feel that you’re still young? When after saying something I think, "Ah, I spoke without taking in mind this certain factor," or when I already have something thought out yet can’t properly relay it.

On the other hand, when do you reckon that you’ve matured? When I give my best an am immersed in something? It can be in regards to work or exercise but it’s when I’m devoted to what I do. Also, I’m satisfied with myself whenever I put across a good idea without sounding disorganised.

What do you think are the qualifications that a "real guy" should have? They’re 'skills and a conscientious mindset'. In my case, I’m a singer so it’s a given that I should be skilled in dancing and singing and that I should strive to improve. A conscientious mindset is knowing to reflect upon myself when I’m in the wrong and being able to come up with solutions, not doubting anything when I become certain and pushing forward. You need a conscientious mindset for self-reflection and in gaining confidence.

What are your future plans? For now I want to safely conclude our concert. I’ve to do well preparing for our next album and I won’t stop in the current condition I’m in, my goal is to create a more amazing body. The body is not simply for showing off and is necessary in lasting the span of 3 minutes on stage. It demands a strong stamina. Also, if I have personal schedules then I’d like to show new sides of myself in not only variety, but also acting and other various fields.

Have you thought about the future in 10 years? Not up to 10 years but when I turn around 28-29 years old, I’ve thought about wanting to become a good example to my idol juniors who would’ve debuted then. Like DBSK sunbae-nims who helped me nurture my dreams of becoming a singer!

Translations by @99pmh Take out with full credits

#Moonbin #ASTRO

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blog 04 - avatar (the one with the blue people not the last airbender)

preface

I went into this with absolutely no feelings about this movie beyond the absurdity of how many sequels it’s apparently going to get. As an artist, I find the visual effects extremely impressive even to this day, but as a storyteller, I thought this story was almost so inoffensive that it’s offensive.

However, I think that engaging with things in good faith is a good way to find ways to expand your horizons and thoughts, and I like to enjoy things despite my dad’s insistence that I like to not enjoy things. (It’s not that I like to not like things, it’s that it’s easier to entertain people when it’s a bad review. Tough crowd.) I’m a firm believer in the idea that cerebral analysis of media adds to the joy of consumption rather than takes away from it, so let’s dive right in.

I like structure, so we’re gonna layer it like a delicious theme cake.

1. the elephant in the room

Everyone has seen Pocohontas. Everyone has seen Dancing With Wolves. I’m not really here to rehash arguments, but I think getting into this movie without addressing what first comes to everyone’s mind when they think about it is pretty much impossible. The “White Savior” trope is more or less a narrative cliche in which a noble white person will take a stand against the Bad White People on the side of a sympathetic oppressed people-- Native Americans see this plotline probably the most, but black people still see it today every now and then (Green Book got nominated for a lot of Oscars, after all. The hunger is there for easily digestible feel-good race relation drama.) Wikipedia sums up the White Savior trope better than I could, so here it is:

“At the cinema, the white savior narrative occupies a psychological niche for most white people, as an expression of their latent desire for interracial goodwill and reconciliation. By presenting stories of racial redemption, involving black people and white people professing to reach across racial barriers, Hollywood is catering to a mostly white audience who believe themselves unfairly victimized by non-white ethnic groups, because they are culturally exhausted with the unfinished national discourse about race and ethnicity in the society of the United States. Hence, films featuring the narrative trope of the white savior have notably similar storylines, which present an ostensibly nobler approach to race relations, but offer psychological refuge and escapism for white Americans seeking to avoid substantive conversations about race, racism, and racial identity. In this way, the narrative trope of the white savior is an important cultural artifact, a device to realize the desire to repair the social and cultural damage wrought by the myths of white supremacy and paternalism, regardless of the inherently racist overtones of the white-savior narrative trope.“

Native Americans factor into this most significantly in the case of Avatar-- aliens in movies are hardly ever just aliens. Whether they represent an oppressed underclass (District 9), childhood innocence (E.T.), or fear of foreign invasion (War of the Worlds), aliens are an easy vessel to carry almost any idea you want them to. So if the Na’vi are more or less an ideological stand-in for Native Americans during the conquest of America, our protagonist Jake is the future space cowboy to the Cowboys and Indians In Space.

Both Jake and Grace sort of fall in and out of the White Savior space-- ultimately Grace condescends to the Na’vi a little more and she has a more complete character arc that ends with her transcending this trope, but Jake is whole hog in it. He’s like, the legendary prophecy warrior. He’s The Guy.

(Pictured above: The Guy)

James Cameron grapples pretty hard with the White Savior trope-- he never truly goes one way or another about it and the concept of Avatars-- as in the Na’vi bodies that Jake and company jump into-- significantly...well, complicates the idea of race relations in this movie. There are certainly some uncomfortable ideas about identity wrapped up in the concept of body swaps (if this idea interests you, Altered Carbon is a really good read), but re: the readings and lectures, the concept kind of works towards what is ultimately the broad takeaway of the movie.

In summary: no, we’re not doing this whole review about White Guilt in Space. Now that that’s out of the way...

2. james cameron predicted late stage capitalism

Imperialism

"The policy of extending the rule or authority of an empire or nation over foreign countries or of acquiring and holding colonies and dependencies."

Avatar is about imperialism. This is as broad and pointed a theme as you can get from a movie that draws such heavy inspiration from Native American and Aboriginal cultures. Interestingly enough, the movie’s futuristic setting goes hand in hand with the commentary about the military and Western Imperialism.

The company in Avatar, and all the almost comedically evil military men, are very brazen about their lack of ideological purpose. They are on Pandora for money. They are being paid to go to Pandora to take its resources-- the delightfully named “Unobtanium” in specific. As mentioned in the reading, Unobtanium is valuable for its properties as a superconductor, and I’m not a STEM kid, so I’ll leave it at that for simplicity’s sake.

That the mercenary force on Pandora is so open about their exploitative intentions draws an interesting parallel to the world of today that’s maybe a touch haunting, considering that Avatar came out some years ago. In politics, at least up until now, you notice the use of a few common euphemisms as smokescreens for more extreme ideas-- for example, the Right’s: “protecting American jobs”.

Protecting American jobs is a euphemism for racism against Mexicans-- it was the most common smokescreen reasoning for the border wall pre-Trumpian politics. Trump and company have since dropped the euphemism all together. The death of a euphemism usually means that the euphemism is no longer culturally or socially required-- you can just come out and say whatever horrible thing you mean. In Avatar’s universe, it’s clear that the political-economic climate has come to a point where they can just say that they’re there to steal the Na’vi’s resources whether they like it or not.

The movie and the lecture both draw specific attention to the parallels the film draws explicitly between military tactics used in the movie, and real-world events. “Shock and Awe”, a tactic coined by the Bush era, is referenced in exact terms-- it being a display of overwhelming force intended to break the fighting spirit of the enemy. The commander character whose name I just read but I can’t remember now says that he is a veteran of both Venezuela and Nigeria-- both real world locations in which the U.S. has invaded and destabilized for material interests under the guise of American ideology.

In Avatar, we see the thin veneer of “freedom and democracy” as the driving forces of U.S. intervention stripped away explicitly. The opening narration of Jake’s arrival to Pandora has him say that “on Earth, these men were soldiers fighting for freedom...but here, they’re mercenaries”, however, the line between a supposed freedom fighter and a mercenary is borderline nonexistent.

3. western scientific objectivism sucks

Another current running through Avatar is the juxtaposition of what is “real” with what is “unreal-- aka Western objectivity science versus belief systems. This is embodied in the character of Grace, a scientist and anthropologist who has been researching Na’vi culture for some time. The reading characterizes her as “the happy face of liberalism” that tries to put a nice coat of paint over the same imperialist ideas that the more blunt military types embody-- she is kinder to the Na’vi and sees their culture and planet as worth preserving, but she is ultimately dismissive of their beliefs and of Eywa (”pagan voodoo”) the same as the other mercenaries.

We’re gonna put on tinfoil hats for a little bit here to make a relation between Western culture (imperialism and colonialism) and capitalism and paganism. Are you ready?

Okay.

So you know how they burned witches at the stake at the onset of the Industrial Age in America and the pagan practices of “hedge magic” were pretty much obliterated? I don’t think that’s a coincidence. Capitalism is a system that can only operate materialistically-- people aren’t “people” but “workers”, and the concept of magic and belief exists in terms that capitalism can’t define, and more importantly, can’t exploit. So witches were burned and women were placed with great reinforcement back into domesticity, where their function in capitalism was to give birth to and rear new workers.

You can see this dichotomy between the science of objectivity (what is “real”) and belief systems (what is “unprovable”, “unobservable”) in the way Grace uses scientific terms to justify the Na’vi’s spirituality. A very powerful through-line can be seen in the way that imperialism, capitalism, materialism, and objective science intersect. Their interconnected natural collective consciousness is like the raw function of a brain to her, likened to a network. It isn’t until Grace is mortally wounded and experiences the Na’vi’s healing ceremony that she is able to transcend the capitalistic, materialistic terms for definition for Eywa to have a spiritual experience, and to become one with Eywa herself (”she’s real.”)

In a plot that hinges on the material (Unobtainium) interests of a capitalist mercenary force, the ultimate refutation of this is the Na’vi’s spiritual values.

4. avatar: endgame

So what is this all working towards? Well, the idea of an interconnected spirituality like Eywa. The idea takes root in geomantic ideas, more commonly known as “feng shui”-- it’s sort of the concept of an earthly energy, a flow that moves through and connects the Earth and its people and creatures. The strange braid cord things that allow the Na’vi to interface with certain points and other creatures is a very straightforward metaphor for that concept of feng shui and geomancy.

Here we come back around to the concept of Jake as the White Savior/chosen one/The Guy. It’s kind of obtuse, but the general theory is that Eywa chose Jake as a sign that all peoples must needs transcend their boundaries and become one with the larger concept that Eywa represents. This of course comes packaged with an urgent environmental message-- our life is that of the planet, and to exploit and sacrifice one is to sacrifice the other.

Pandora, Eywa, and the Na’vi represent the polar opposite of everything that capitalist imperialism is. Thus, James Cameron, ironically, used a huge budget Hollywood endeavor to refute everything that Hollywood is. Now he’s making Alita: Battle Angel.

Funny how that works. Oh, I made myself sad.

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I heard it was national coming out day yesterday, as I, a New Zealander, tend to always hear about days too late. I wanted to share something. I don’t really have many experiences with coming out but I have one that barely counts that I’m fond of. I actually found this in my drafts and thought why not. Even if it’s nothing said directly, it was still picked up on.

The context: Year 13 English Speech Assessment, the dreaded one. It was my last year, I knew I wanted to have a REALLY good speech (whether I achieved that or not is debatable but I was happy with it considering the time limit and other factors). I’m just going to share that with you first of all.

Fear is a universal infection to which there is no universal cure. Fear does not discriminate, diversity only provides it with more opportunities for it to act. Fear will lay dormant in your bones until you come face to face with the trigger, when it will pounce and enclose you in an ever tightening embrace that only loosens when you remove yourself from the situation. Fears can be irrational or rational, it could lend a helping hand or sabotage you. We tend to think of fears as bad things but they started as an evolutionary survival instinct, they crowd the line from helpful to unhelpful, too diverse to be contained. So, who in here is scared of something? Put your hand up if you have a fear, any fear at all. If you didn’t put your hand up then science says you’re lying, think about that. There are incredibly rare conditions where a person doesn’t feel fear but these are usually linked to some sort of brain damage. Fear is unavoidable, from birth to old age, no one is truly fearless. So, why do we fear things? What types of fear are there? Despite the diversity, is there a connection? We’ll explore that in this speech.

Why do we fear things? Scientifically, it’s a survival instinct, programmed into the nervous system, it has a purpose at a very primal level, something to be helpful to us. It’s impossible to truly have no fears, there are neurological and psychological conditions that could inhibit a fear reaction but these are rare. Some people will have more fears than others, but there will always be at least one. At a very basic level, humans are hardwired to have a fight or flight reaction to perceived danger. If we didn’t, we probably would’ve gone extinct years ago. We would’ve been killed by predators for which we held no fear, precaution thrown out the window with a scoff of disregard. All humans are born with two innate fears, the fear of falling and the fear of loud sounds. Every other fear is something we develop with time and experience, usually during the first six years of your life. It isn’t entirely surprising when you think of it from an evolutionary viewpoint, loud noises can indicate predators or danger and falling from a height holds the potential to kill us. But the rest of our life, why do we develop our fears? When I was very young, I thought I had an experience involving a dog that was more than double my height, it started running at me but no one came to my aid despite my cries for help. It’s vague now but I never did remember how it ended. The truth I learned about 10 years later was that this experience was a dream but since that day I’ve been terrified of dogs. Experiencing or witnessing a traumatic event is the most common cause of fear, though it can also be learned from others who have the fear. But, traumatic events. Car crash, nearly drowning, getting burnt in a house fire, seeing someone get shot or being shot yourself. Interestingly enough, a lot of these events are related to death. You have a brush with death and he slips you a fear as a response to you cancelling your appointment with him at the last second. Which, fair enough, a little more warning is appreciated. We take this fear, we nurture it with exposure, it blooms and if you take particularly good care of it you might grow a phobia. There is a thin line between a fear and a phobia but it is a line nevertheless.

What types of fears are there? In a more general sense, there’s 5 types of fear. These are known as Extinction, Mutilation or Bodily Invasion, Loss of Autonomy, Separation or Abandonment or Rejection and Humiliation or Shame or Worthlessness. Most fears will fit into these categories if you explore the reasons behind them. But what exactly do these categories mean? Extinction refers to the fear of ceasing to exist, of annihilation. Simply saying a fear of death really doesn’t cover the extent of this category. Mutilation or Bodily Invasion is the fear of losing a part of our body, of having the boundaries of our body invaded or losing a natural body function. These are fears where we feel physically unsafe or under attack. Loss of autonomy is what could be described as claustrophobia but it's also emotional claustrophobia. Fear of being restricted, confined, trapped, suffocated, overwhelmed or smothered. Separation or abandonment or rejection is exactly as it’s said. From an evolutionary standpoint, it makes sense. If a human was kicked out of a tribe then they would probably die. From an emotional standpoint, we’re social creatures, we feel the need to belong. Humiliation or shame or worthlessness is also as it’s said, alternatively known as ego death. We have a craving for approval, to feel lovable and worthy of love. Ego death messes with this and leaves us questioning if we are indeed worthy. If we analyse some of my fears we’ll see how they sort into these categories. Scared of heights? Extinction fear. Scared of public speaking? Humiliation/shame/worthlessness fear, also known as ego-death. Scared of dogs? Mutilation or bodily invasion fear. Scared of small places? Loss of autonomy fear. Scared of coming out? Separation or abandonment or rejection fear. There’s common fears and unusual fears within these categories, some you’ve heard of and some you haven’t.

The causes of fear are diverse, the types of fear are diverse, even those with the same fear react differently, experience it differently, but there is always the common factor of fear itself. Fear manifests in different ways, with different triggers, with different intensities and has different consequences. But that fear you feel in the pit of your stomach, being frightened, being scared of every future second and the possibilities it holds are the same. The label of scared is one we all keep, be it buried away or worn on a sleeve. Fear follows us everywhere hidden away or in plain sight. It tails us like an assassin waiting for the perfect time to strike. And we relate to each other, we sympathise and we empathise because we know how the other feels.

In conclusion, fear is a universal infection to which there is no universal cure. There are so many strands for it and so many ways we caught the infection. But regardless of this diversity, regardless of the true extent of the infection, we relate. We relate to the paralysing fear, to the absolute panic flooding the brain, to each other. With so many different countries, cultures, religions, languages, people and personalities in this world it’s hard to find a universal connection. But maybe the connection doesn’t need to lack diversity, maybe a diverse connection through the human race is what connects us all. Maybe that connection is fear.

Now you might have noticed a little line in there in the second body paragraph, really only four words. But those four words made the rest of my speech seem simple in comparison because I was so scared to say them. ‘scared of coming out.’ This was quite a step, I only had one person I knew in real life that knew I wasn’t straight and they weren’t at my high school. And suddenly I just decided to tell my entire class, should they pick up on it, that I’m not straight. It was my way of taking that step, rather than telling one person I was just going to tell everyone.

The result? People noticed. I did pause before saying it due to nerves so they probably started paying attention. My friend since kindergarten came up and hugged me and told me she was proud of me despite the fact that I was still technically being filmed and hadn’t done my Q&A section. I remember one tear fell. I was trying to keep it together because I was still being assessed but that one tear escaped, I was so emotional. I had some others in the class showing support. Some people seemed confused, some people smiled, there was not a single negative comment. And the surprising part? It never really left the class, not in a way that spread anyway. I even had someone ask me if I was out to my parents, if they could tell their mum or if I wasn’t comfortable with that (our parents are friends) and! I never expected that level of consideration!

My teacher I think was confused throughout the whole thing, like she’d missed something important and was trying to figure out what. But we had lunch next and what do I get? An email from her.

Not going to lie, I started crying. That was really the first adult response I’d had and it was positive.

Fast-forward a few months to my birthday and I get a card from a good friend of mine. She never said much about my speech at the time and I was a little concerned because I knew she had a religious background. Written, ‘I just can’t emphasise enough how good your speech was Lindsey! I never really told you, but that blew me away! You’re so brave and strong Lindsey! I don’t think there was anyone that was not touched by your speech, you came out of nowhere and hit everyone in the heart!’ there’s no way of telling if she was referring to that line at all but really? It seems like she was at least a bit to me, based on how I know her. Even if she wasn’t it’s general support that I appreciate (she’s great haha, working my ego up).

The point is, I took a risk and not all experiences are bad. Nothing bad came out of this. Not one thing. I know I never said ‘I’m bisexual’ explicitly but people were smart enough to gather the non-straight implication and do what they wanted with it. Somehow my parents still don’t know and this community talks, especially when your mum knows everyone. It’s not that I think they’d react badly it’s just a daunting experience and they’re also VERY oblivious and keep missing every single subtle and not subtle hint I throw their way (I have done everything but say hey guys, I’m bisexual. Seriously. I’ve even used the term girlfriend!). And I appreciate people keeping it to themselves despite me never asking. When I went into that speech I half expected my mum to have been told by 5 different people by the end of the day, there was nothing. I kept expecting it, nothing. It’s been months, nothing. It’s a little bit of respect I never expected when I shared it with so many people.

I just think, maybe this won’t mean anything to anyone but sometimes hearing a positive experience is nice. And I’m more than happy to be that person. I’m bisexual and proud and I will let it be known on my own terms, in a community of supportive people. Even if they don’t agree, they don’t actively disagree and I appreciate that too. I think it’s an attitude the world would be better with. So if it’s still that day in your timezone, happy coming out day. It’s okay if you’re not out and it’s okay if it’s hard for you to come out. I mean, I’m somehow out to pretty much everyone but my family at this point even though they’d be fine with it. It’s your process. Take your time. I’m proud of where you’re at no matter what!

#national coming out day #bisexual #y'know this might not mean anything to literally anyone reading it #and that's okay #cause if it doesn't no harm has been done #and if it does then well it does #not losing anything here

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Nocturne (FFXV) - 2/30

Fic: Nocturne (2/30) - Ao3 Link

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Pairings: Mostly Gen (variety later to come)

Summary: In which Cor Leonis loses his temper, accidentally acquires a kid, and tries to single-handedly dismantle the Lucian immigration system – and that’s before he and his lawyers find out about this Prophecy business. If the Astrals think Cor’s going to let his kid’s best friend die without a fight, they’ve gotten the wrong cheetah ‘taur.

(a young adult novel set in @kickingshoes’ ‘taur AU)

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“So, I’ve done something rash,” Cor says into his phone. It’s not connected, of course – any hope of reception died ages ago – but he likes to record his reports as voicemails to himself in the event that the only part of him that makes it back to Lucis is his phone. Clarus makes a point of checking Cor's voicemail when he's away on mission, and sometimes after, and they've informally agreed that the garbled statements that sometimes make it through are not to be monitored for things like clarity, coherency, or cursing the way normal reports are. After all, one must sometimes make allowances for the weather.

Cor’s currently wrapped up in a thick cloak that’s barely enough to keep out the chill. He’s never been more grateful for the fact that ‘taur physiology permits all creatures, regardless of type, to keep their most sensitive parts retracted inside the body, though of course his poor bare paws are freezing every time they touch down on the frozen earth. Cheetahs are made for warm climates, not – this.

Niflheim.

Yes, yes, he knows this particularly bitter artificial winter that sits upon Niflheim comes from that almost legendary battle when the great Glacian Hind came to life and massacred a large portion of Niflheim’s armies before being killed in turn. And yes, he’s well aware that that battle is one of the only reasons Lucis has managed to hold Niflheim off for so long, but that’s not the point.

The point is that it’s cold.

The point is that Cor is seriously considering buying some of those stupid booties they sell sometimes to keep his paws from icing over, and he hates those.

The point is –

The point is that Cor usually has more self-control than this. This was supposed to be a covert mission, after all – and it still is, mostly.

There's another explosion from behind him. Cor turns to look, just in time to see a giant swath of the factory ceiling caving in as one of the support pillars goes down. He winces at the sight.

He winces again as a small fire breaks out within the ruins of the factor, penned in only by the gently falling snow.

...mostly still covert.

Well, okay, they haven't actually definitively identified it as an act of Lucis and of Cor specifically yet, and that's about it, really. Every other pretense to subtlety has been blown up – quite literally.

And yet, when he saw – he couldn't leave it the way it was. He couldn't leave them.

The kittens.

Well, puppies, actually; he's fairly sure canideataurs call their young puppies instead of kittens, but it's irrelevant. They’re not even proper kitlings yet, just - babies! Babies in cages, babies in tubes, babies with mechanical attachments, with brands, with barcodes –

Sometimes, Cor hates the rulers of Niflheim so hard it takes his breath away, and he's never hated them more than he does now.

How could they?

How could – anyone?

The letter that Clarus' spymasters had dismissed as an obvious trap, the one that purported to be from a scientist in a Niflheim factory, offering up the coordinates of what was supposedly one of Niflheim's infamously well-hidden Magitek factories, where the tech that made them so dangerous was developed, offering to smuggle them into the factory in return for assistance getting out of Niflheim – it sounded too good to be true, on paper, but it was true.

Justina had just about lost hope of a response when Cor came and made contact with her. She really was a scientist working at one of the hidden Niflheim factories, a big and plump ‘taur of the canine breed she fondly referred to as a 'San-Bernard' or something like that, and she'd worked for the Niflheim Empire for ages without complaint only to find the experiments performed on babies a step too far even for her. She'd developed a plan to smuggle the puppies out of the facility, but she needed help, and she was willing to trade access to the facility in return for that help – like Cor wouldn't have helped her regardless, just for the puppies’ sake. She hadn’t realized he would care about that; that’s why she hadn’t included any mention of the puppies in her letter.

Niflheim is an awful place sometimes, and nowhere is it worse than in its factories.

She'd take them to Cleigne, Justina told Cor after he’d seen them and stopped in his tracks, horrified; in Cleigne she’d made arrangements. There were families there, families living quietly under Niflheim rule, not bothering anyone, families that would be happy to take in some puppies without question. She’d prepared thoroughly in advance; she’d even had passports made up for all of them -

- or so she'd thought.

She hadn't been able to count up how many kids there were – some died during the process, she explained, which in Cor’s opinion ought to be enough reason to stop any process at all right there, and she couldn't afford to have extra passports made for her without having the kids to show for it at the border, so she'd estimated the numbers.

She'd gotten it very nearly right: there was only one left over once the passports were all handed out, a blond baby puppy labeled (labeled!) NH-00O6-O204-1987.

"I'd thought he'd die," Justina whispered to Cor when they found the child, thin and sickly and not even a full year old, but still alive. He was snuffling slightly in his sleep. She looked taken aback by the fact that he was still there. "I thought - he's a runt, even for a saluki, and I thought – all the other salukis his age died already, you see, and were incinerated.”

She gestured at the empty tubes next to the sleeping puppy, and Cor shuddered to think of them being filled with puppies just like this pup – to think of those puppies dying, alone and unloved in these cages, and their bodies callously thrown into the fire.

“What does that mean, then?” he asked. “For your plan?”

“I didn't get a passport for a saluki,” Justina said. “Which is a problem – some of the others, I could pass off as mutts, but salukis? They’re rather distinctive.”

"What does that mean?" Cor asked again.

She frowned at him.

“What do you suggest we do?” Cor clarified.

“We leave him, of course,” she said. “I don’t have a passport for him; I can’t get him across the border.”

“No,” Cor said. He didn’t even need to think about it. “I’ll take him. I have to smuggle through the Niflheim border anyway, and Lucis will let me through with him.”

Justina frowned at him. “Do you even know anything about puppies?”

“I’ll learn,” Cor said shortly. “Better than leaving him to die.”

“They won’t kill him immediately or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Justina said, puzzled. “They’ll just keep going with the process – which, admittedly, will probably kill him, but honestly, he’s so sickly, he’ll probably just die anyway.”

“What do you mean, they’ll just continue?”

Justina shrugged, clearly not understanding the source of Cor's question. “As long as the factory’s still standing, they’re not going to stop production.”

Well.

From Cor’s perspective, there was really only one way to go from there, and he thinks (hopes) that Regis and Clarus will agree.

And if they don’t – well. That’s that, he supposes. He doesn’t think they’ll throw him out of the Crownsguard or anything, their old friendship is good for that much at least, but he might have to endure some sort of punishment. Maybe a suspension from his new role as Marshal.

Actually, a suspension might not be so bad; it’ll give him time to find a place for –

The puppy yawns.

Cor’s eyes drop down to the basket at his paws and he grimaces.

Yeah, no, forget everything. He’s totally fucked this one right up.

He has no idea how to deal with kittens. Much less baby kittens! Or, he supposes, baby puppies, but he assumes they’re much the same, and in either case he’s vastly underqualified here. Thank the Six that ‘taurs are a species with a very short period of early development: ‘taurs are only truly helpless babies for a few months before they grow into (mostly) self-sufficient, if extremely inexperienced kitlings, capable of speech and thought, and from that state they grow into children, then teenagers, then adults…

What Cor wouldn’t give for the puppy to be an adult right now.

He does not know how to deal with puppies!

Six, Cor can barely take care of himself – in fact, he’s almost convinced himself that his king and his advisor sent him on this mission exclusively because Regis and Clarus somehow found out he’d started having trouble sleeping again.

Also with eating, but Clarus wouldn’t let him leave until he’d eaten half a meal, so it’s not like he’s had nothing to eat recently. And Clarus only let him stop after half because it was visibly hurting Cor to continue to eat despite his anxiety; he made Cor promise that he’d at least try to eat some broth while he was travelling because collapsing mid-battle isn’t good tactics (Cor is aware of that, thanks, Clarus), and there’d been that lingering suggestion of a psychiatrist hovering in his eyes.

Again.

Cor does not want a psychiatrist. He hates talking about his feelings, he despises motivational speeches, and while he is perfectly happy for other people to benefit from correctly prescribed medication, he’s had a bad reaction to every single pill he’s ever taken.

(Domestic housecat his spotted ass. He’s still low-grade pissed about that. He doesn't think he'll ever be anything but low-grade pissed about that.)

In fact, just about the only good suggestion a shrink has ever had for him was to up his box time and to invest in some bubble wrap to knead with his paws as an anxiety-reducing measure, and that was someone he saw once when he was sixteen.

The last four shrinks Regis and Clarus strong-armed him into going to see (supposedly because there was a mental health requirement for being appointed to senior Crownsguard positions, which Cor knows is a damn rotten lie but honestly it’s not a bad idea to put in place, so he went along with it) weren't anywhere near as useful. Cor isn’t into mediation or ‘centering’ or self-reflection, and he likes himself just fine, so listing out positive things about himself (good at fighting, good at running, good at surviving, good sense of humor, albeit one that very few other people understand…) isn’t exactly helpful either.

He’s just stressed, is all. And no, ordering him to not work is even more stressful, as shrink number two and twelve both learned.

The most recent one even suggested that Cor think about getting some sort of therapy animal to help with panic attacks. Cor heroically managed not to punch him, but it was a remarkably close call.

It doesn’t help that he’s not dating anyone – of course, Cor doesn’t particularly want to be dating anyone, neither romantically nor sexually, to be honest. It’s not that he’s opposed to the idea or anything, it’s just never seemed important enough to pursue with the same sort of single-minded passion that he does for fighting or command or training and mating doesn’t seem like it would be a project worth going into anything less than whole-heartedly – and really the only problem with the lack is that basically everyone around him assumes that having a mate would ease his anxiety while simultaneously assuming that his anxiety is the only thing between him and a nice mate. Possibly also kittens.

Cor wouldn’t be adverse to a kitten or two down the line, but he's never really seen anyone who he thought of as mate material – he doesn’t even really have an image in mind, just a vague floating checkbox that society claims he’ll eventually need to mark off – and he’s just sort of figured that he couldn’t have the former without the latter and given up on both for the time being. After all, he’s young enough that he can afford to wait.

This plan, while tactically sound, also meant that at no point had he ever put any effort into learning how to deal with kitlings.

And now he has to smuggle a puppy across enemy lines.

Said puppy yawns again, displaying his little milk teeth.

Oh Six, the puppy is waking up.

Cor is so unqualified for this.

He crouches down next to the basket. “I’m going to need you to be quiet,” he tells the puppy, who’s now blinking at him. “Okay? No noise.”

The puppy burbles a little and reaches out for Cor.

“Um.”

When Cor doesn’t move, the puppy’s face starts scrunching up. Tears start forming in the corner of his eyes.

Oh crap.

Cor reaches out and picks up the puppy. This is apparently the right move, because suddenly the puppy is cuddling into him and making contented sounds.

His fur is very soft – silky and pale, just like his skin and his bright shock of hair.

“Well, at least you’re not crying,” Cor tells the pup.

Then he tries to put him back in the basket.

An hour later, Cor concludes that he may as well discard the stupid basket, because the puppy has somehow got it into his head that Cor holding him is the only acceptable way to get around and anything else is to be met with tears and long, mournful howls that carry far too well in Niflheim’s frozen environment.

“You’re not defeating me,” Cor informs the puppy as he trots further into the forest. “I just want you to know that. I’m just compromising with you because I need to get out of this country swiftly and quietly and fighting with you is distracting me from doing that.”

The puppy yips happily and nuzzles Cor’s neck, quite content with his current position.

Yeah, Cor wouldn’t believe him either.

Luckily the puppy’s pretty well swaddled against the cold – Justina’s work – and Cor is accustomed to carrying heavy swords for long distances, and the puppy barely weighs more than one of his swords. The puppy is also remarkably well-behaved, though Cor suspects that it has less to do with behavior and more to do with the ill treatment the puppy received up to now – he’s pathetically glad to be held by Cor, yes, but also his muscle tone is low and his lung capacity isn’t great. The puppy is small and sickly; a runt, as Justina said.

If Cor spends too long getting him back to Insomnia, he might not survive. That is – unacceptable.

Cor has accustomed himself, after all these years, to losses endured in battle. He’s lost colleagues, friends – even soldiers under his own command. And yet, the thought of losing this puppy, who had done nothing but be born in the wrong place at the wrong time, induces a stronger emotional reaction than Cor expected.

That’s probably why, when the puppy finally does start to get over-tired and starts hesitantly to whimper and whine, a tentative sound that nevertheless sounds hopeful, Cor immediately stops and begins to set up camp – hours later than Cor would’ve expected before encountering tears, but hours before Cor would normally have stopped.

The tears dry up immediately as soon as Cor puts the puppy down and frees him from the swaddling – looks like the puppy was just tired of being confined and was testing to see if making sounds would obtain a reaction, which is a horrifying thought in relation to puppies or kittens. No one should neglect a crying puppy to the point that he’s unsure whether crying will do him any good, especially one that’s just barely on the cusp of kitling maturity: old enough to think for himself, to wander by himself, and Six, old enough to be talking and understanding speech, and thus old enough to understand that he’s being neglected intentionally and be hurt by it.

Monstrous.

At any rate, the puppy is no longer on the verge of tears – now he’s frolicking around, rolling in the snow and the leaves like he’s never seen either before.

Probably hasn’t.

Cor groans and makes a small fire the old-fashioned way, not wanting to draw the attention of anything magical. The forest is thick enough that he’s fairly sure the MTs won’t be able to identify him based just on the flame, assuming they’re even looking in this direction after all the misdirecting he’s being doing –

“No you don’t!” he shouts, leaping forward to catch the puppy before he runs straight into the fire.

The puppy beams up at him, babbling wordlessly.

“Fire is dangerous,” Cor tells him. “I know you probably never encountered it before, but don’t touch it.”

He puts the puppy back down.

The puppy goes for the fire again.

“No!”

This is going to be harder than Cor originally thought.

He ends up planting a paw in the puppy’s soft belly (and kneading it a little, to the puppy’s delight) while rummaging in his pack for some food that he can boil down. Luckily he has some soup – surely that wouldn’t be too difficult for a puppy to eat?

He offers the puppy a spoon.

The puppy blinks at it.

“You eat it.”

The puppy pants happily, but show no sign of taking a bit.

“You eat – oh, by the Six.” Cor sighs. He waves the spoon in the air a little until the puppy is focusing on it. “You eat the soup. Like this.”

He takes a bite himself, making a pointed purring sound of enjoyment as he does. Then he offers the puppy the next spoonful.

The puppy eats the spoonful.

Cor sighs in relief. Mission accomplished.

He offers the next spoonful, but the pup whines unhappily.

Cor seriously considers beating his head against the nearest tree. Didn’t he just show the puppy that he could eat the food safely?

He takes another bite himself, and on the next try the puppy does accept another bite. Going back and forth, they manage to finish the whole bowl, at which point the puppy promptly flops over onto its stomach to fall asleep, making cute little snores almost at once.

Cor rolls his eyes and cleans up the campsite in case they need to leave in haste, then curls around the puppy to provide warmth.

It’s not until he’s about to drop off into the light doze he uses on missions where he needs to be on watch at all times that he realizes that the half-bowl of soup is more than he’s eaten in a single sitting for nearly a month.

“See, Clarus,” Cor grumbles as he yawns his way into sleep. “I can take care of myself just fine.”

The puppy somehow maneuvers himself out of the warmth of Cor’s belly and onto Cor’s face while he sleeps, as Cor discovers when he wakes up, but somehow this ends up being charming instead of annoying.

He does wonder why the puppy doesn’t talk, thinking to himself about it as the puppy wiggles around on the ground while Cor goes to hide the evidence of the now-extinguished fire. After all, surely the puppy's something like a year old, now, judging by size comparisons with Regis’ kitten? Little Prince Noctis has certainly started talking, and quite a bit, too, albeit with some fairly terrible grammar. He’s a good comparison.

Unlike, say, Clarus’ Gladio, because even besides him being two years older than this puppy, Cor would be willing to bet against Bahamut that Clarus’ boy is going to out-grow everyone around him. After all, his mother in her youth was one of those tall Lucian warrior ‘taurs that settled in the Duscae outpost, a berserker who knocked Clarus clean out in a friendly bar-fight and whom he’s been madly in love with ever since – and Cor has long since learned not to use anyone who breaks the curve as a standard.

(He used to beat all his friends at footraces when he was a kitten, and they hated him for it, but he couldn’t run as slow as them, he just couldn’t, and he never knew why – just that biting freezing isolation of knowing something was wrong and he wasn't like the others – didn’t have parents, didn’t act right, didn’t love right, didn’t move right, not like the rest of them –)

The puppy sneezes and sits up.

A lone leaf drifts down and lands on his nose.

The puppy watches it fall with absolute fascination, and once it lands, he tries to bat at it, unbalancing himself, and falls over backwards with a surprised expression.

Cor doesn’t laugh, but it’s not for lack of wanting to.

The puppy starts to tear up again.

“No.”

The puppy stops and look at Cor.

“No crying,” Cor says sternly.

The puppy holds its arms out towards Cor, babbling happily, albeit incoherently.

“Why don’t you talk?” Cor grumbles. “You should be talking by now.”

It occurs to him only a moment later that the puppy probably didn’t have people around him to learn from – and no incentive for the scientists to bother teaching him.

Even Justina dismissed him as just a runt doomed to die.

Cor makes a face, mentally damning Niflheim yet again, and scoops up the puppy, starting to trot onwards again.

“Let’s start you on some basics,” he tells the cooing baby puppy. “Don’t want you falling behind just because the Niflheim scientists stunted your development.”

He frowns, trying to think of what would be a good place to start. What’s a basic, necessary, commonly-used element of speech?

“How about ‘no’,” he finally says. “That should be harmless enough.”

By the time they get to the border a few days later, the pup is familiar with ‘no’, ‘up’, ‘mine’ and ‘want’, and Cor has determined that he’s an absolute moron because now the kid won’t stop saying them.

Especially ‘no’.

The border itself is – trickier than expected.

“Papers,” the bored female ‘taur at the window says.

Cor isn’t surprised by the request, even though he’s normally recognizable enough that he doesn’t have to bother with the details: after all, he’s covered in mud from having to do a bit of fancy footwork to get around the bigger MT patrols, he’s not wearing Crownsguard clothing, and he has a baby strapped to his back because that turned out to be the acceptable balance between “being held” and “in a convenient location so that Cor can still fight”.

He passes over his papers.

“Papers.”

“I just gave them to you,” Cor points out.

“For the baby.”

“He’s a refugee,” Cor says. “Also, a baby. He doesn’t have papers.”

“He can’t go through the border without papers.”

“We get dozens of refugees every day,” Cor stresses. “Not everyone can have papers.”

“They can get papers,” the clerk says, clearly uninterested. “You’ll need to go to the administration building down the block.”

Cor sighs, but goes.

There’s a line.

Sure, he could probably cut, using his status as head of the Crownsguard, but that feels a bit too much like being a privileged asshole, and at any rate he’s not looking forward to explaining this to Regis and Clarus anyway, so he waits.

The people at the front of the line are overworked and overtired and he gets three questions in before he realizes that they’re trying to make papers for him, and then he has to explain that he already has papers, it’s just the puppy that doesn’t.

…he thinks they think he stole the kid from someone. That’s definitely the look on their faces right now.

Then they send him to another line, because apparently combined situations are taken care of at the other admin building.

Six lines and multiple hours later, Cor’s fur is standing on end and he’s considering stabbing someone before putting a sword to Clarus’ neck and demanding he fix whatever the fuck is wrong with administration here because this is just plain awful even if they're trying to stall him because they think he’s some sort of child smuggler.

“Listen,” he snarls at one particular female ‘taur, a bobcat, that he’s been talking to for nearly twenty minutes after yet another line. “It’s not that hard. Just make the kid a passport. I’ll get the rest verified when I get to the Crown City. I don’t need a pass. I don’t need a housing permit. Just give me a piece of paper that gets me though the border.”

The bobcat clerk scowls at him. She has circles under her eyes, and Cor would’ve been sympathetic two hours ago but he’s not anymore. “Fine.” She pulls out yet another form. This is the fourteenth he’s seen. Most of them have turned out to be the wrong form only after he’s gone through the process of filling them out. “What do you call him?”

“Pu – oh,” Cor stops abruptly. That’s the first time he’s been asked that. As far as he knows, the kid doesn’t even have a name, just a number.

And he’s pretty sure ‘puppy’ isn’t actually a real name.

Like, 90% sure.

You never know what celebrities are naming their kids these days.

“Prompto,” the clerk says, writing it down. “Got it. I assume he’s also a cheetah?”

“Why would you assume that?” Cor asks blankly. Prompto? Where’d she get that from?

“Prompto means quick,” she says. “Standard cheetah name, and I can see your spots. He’s a cheetah like you, right?”

Cor twists to look at the pup – Prompto, he guesses, because one name is as good as another – and he’s gotten so wrapped up in the swaddling that his legs are barely visible.

“No,” he says. “He’s a saluki.”

“A what?”

“Canidaetaur.”

The clerk frowns at him.

“You assholes know mixed families exist, right?” Cor asks, crossing his arms. “He could be mine.”

“You look fifteen,” she says. “And you’re covered in mud and – is that blood?”

“When I was fifteen, everyone said I looked twelve,” Cor says dryly. They were usually being generous, too. “And no, it’s MT engine oil.”

She looks more suspicious now. Chalk another one up to Team 'they think he's a child smuggler.' “Is he yours?”

“No,” Cor says. “I rescued him.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Listen, if you’re going to have me arrested, can that happen sooner rather than later?” Cor asks. “And preferably after I get the pup’s papers?”

He actually does end up having to talk to a local guard about it, because apparently Cor is a very suspicious person when he’s trying to follow the rules. The guard turns out to be one of the remnants of what was once Lucis’ army, one of the branches that never swapped over to being Crownsguard, but he still recognizes Cor and suddenly everyone is horribly embarrassed about everything, which does not even slightly make up for the fact that Cor could’ve been a normal person going about his daily business with a rescued baby and then he’d still be in those awful lines waiting to get through, and possibly also in prison.

By the Six, Cor is going to Do Something about this, and if Clarus and the Council won’t do it, he’ll just have to file another goddamn lawsuit.

(Regis joked once that Cor must spend half of his Crownsguard salary on lawyers, but he’s not entirely wrong. Winning one massive precedent-setting lawsuit in such a well-known and public manner has gotten the idea into people’s heads that he’s potentially willing to fight others, and unfortunately they’re not entirely wrong about that, either. Cor’s sharp-toothed and very expensive lawyers are very fond of him.)

And then he takes Prompto (is that a typical cheetah name? Cor has no idea; he’s never really fit in with the other cheetahs in Insomnia – his mannerisms and cultural understanding are totally different, having been raised a housecat, and most of them are far too intimidated by his reputation as the Immortal to actually have a conversation with him about what he’s getting wrong) and marches his way back home, through the back end of the city, and straight to the Citadel.

Normally, he’d swing by the barracks to at least groom himself first, but he has a point to make.

“Cor Leonis, Marshal of the Crownsguard,” the doorkeeper announces, as unmoved as ever. The day he sounds surprised about someone coming through this door, Insomnia will be about to fall, Cor swears it.

Cor marches in, stiff-legged and pissed off, his tail stuck out low and puffed up in case they hadn’t gotten the message from the angry stalk.

“Welcome back, Marshal,” Regis says warmly from his throne. “You’re several days later than we expected you; we were beginning to become concerned about –” He stops mid-sentence.

“The border crossing is a shambles,” Cor says, totally ignoring the usual protocol of talking to the King while he’s sitting on his throne. “It is imperative that we fix it.”

“Perhaps you should start with your mission report –” Clarus begins, only to get rather obviously elbowed in the side by Regis. He frowns at Regis, who is doing something bizarre with his eyebrows, and then looks back at Cor. A second later, his eyes go wide as well.

Meanwhile, Cor has managed to get a hold of himself. Clarus is correct. Protocol is protocol, and there are no exceptions. Cor shifts into parade rest – hands behind his back, legs straight – and starts, “I left Insomnia on the thirteenth of –”

“No, no, never mind the mission report,” Regis says. “Cor – is that a baby?”

Prompto has gotten loose of the majority of the swaddling and is attempting to chew on the edge of Cor’s jacket. This is a sufficiently common occurrence that Cor has stopped paying attention to anything more than whether Prompto is still slung on securely and if the jacket is still relatively clean but for the drool. He’s hypothesized that Prompto’s baby teeth require sharpening and that he’s using Cor’s jacket as a substitute teething tool.

“Yes,” Cor says shortly, even though technically Prompto’s probably closer to being a kitling at this point. Prompto is not the issue here. “As I was saying. Upon leaving Insomnia, I went to the check-in point, where –”

“Cor. Why do you have a baby?”

“That part doesn’t come until later in the report, your Majesty.”

“Skip ahead.”

“There weren’t any passports left to get him to Cleigne,” Cor says, being deliberately obtuse. “Which is why I just spent nearly a full day waiting in line at the border – and nearly got arrested for it.”

“Cor, just – please – just tell me you didn’t steal somebody’s baby,” Clarus says. He’s put his face into his hands.

“I didn’t steal somebody’s baby,” Cor says obediently.

“Thank you, Cor. Could you try that again, but this time at least make an effort to make me believe it?”

“He may have been somebody’s baby once,” Cor says, though privately he’s not so sure about that. Some of the puppies Justina had taken with her had looked awfully similar – cloning, perhaps? “But they gave up all moral rights to him when they locked him in a small cage and branded him with a number instead of a name.”

Regis and Clarus’ smiles disappear.

“Start at the beginning,” Regis orders.

Cor starts at the beginning.

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