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lawngnomeofdoom · 3 years

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Part Four: when I'm near you

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Summary: Connor seeks advice on his new emotions from Markus, but when Connor is resistant to his suggestions, Markus decides to force his hand. Some jealous Connor fluff!

A/N: Yay part four! Thank you for reading this far and for all the kind messages, hearts, and reblogs, it all means the world to me. Keep being kind to each other :)

“Markus, thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” Connor said rising from the café table to greet his friend.

“Of course Connor, I must say that I was surprised that you asked me for coffee though,” Markus said taking a seat across from him. Outside the café’s window was the police station, and citizens of Detroit moving about their day, humans, and androids alike, thanks to Markus.

“Oh?” Connor asked wondering what social faux pas he had committed now.

“Well I’m happy for the company Connor, but neither of us drinks coffee.” He explained.

“Right, I suppose it’s a human phrase I’ve picked up.”

“So, what’s on your mind?” Markus asked, his eyes studying Connor’s. Seeing Markus and other members of Jericho act so naturally human was a wonder to Connor, but it also made him feel inferior in some sense, why couldn’t he adjust like them? He did think he had been making decent progress until Y/N arrived.

“I wanted to ask you for some advice regarding new emotions I’m struggling with.”

“I see, what emotions seem to be troubling you Connor?”

“Ones having to do with…affection.” He replied after a brief pause. To Connor’s surprise, the corners of Markus’ lips crept up into an amused smile.

“What’s her name?” He asked. Connor’s face became bashfully blue with a thirium blush. He thought of feigning offense, why would Markus assume he had to ask about a particular person? But the success of that scenario was well below 0%, Connor knew that without a preconstruction.

“Y/N.” He admitted finally.

“Tell me about her.” Markus grinned ear to ear as he leaned back in his chair.

“I met her at the station, she is a detective and an old friend of Hank’s. She’s highly intelligent, a very efficient officer. Her work ethic is one I greatly admire.” Connor told him. Markus raised a brow.

“And?”

“And… she has a lovely laugh, something about it brings about a certain feeling akin to peace in me. Y/N is kind, she treats me like…like a person, with respect and integrity. I have found myself enjoying listening to her speak, even if it is on mundane things, she makes them fascinating somehow. I have also found myself trying to memorize things about her, the way she likes her coffee, the way she bites her bottom lip when she’s thinking, and the songs she hums to herself. Oh and she smells like lilacs.” Connor finished. He looked up to see that the expression on Markus' face had shifted from playful curiosity to a sincere gaze.

“Oh, Connor.” Was all he said.

“I am struggling because I find myself distracted by Y/N on a daily basis. My eyes and my thoughts always wander back to her. We were at a crime scene and I whispered something lewd in her ear, I’ve never done anything like that before.” Connor finished.

“What do you need from me, Connor?” Markus asked leaning forward.

“I wanted your advice on how to rectify the situation.”

“Rectify?”

“Yes, I…” Connor glanced around their surroundings and leaned in, whispering to him.

“I had lustful thoughts about her just the other day. I imagined her and I were… well long story short, I imagined her in a rather compromising position over my desk.” Connor told him as softly as possible. Markus kept a straight face for a moment until his bottom lip quivered and he burst into a fit of laughter. Connor sat back with his hands on the table, perplexed by the hysteric reaction.

“I’m sorry Connor, I really am. I just never thought I would see this day.” Markus explained after catching his breath.

“What day?”

“The day Connor, the most advanced android out there, has a crush on someone.” He smiled.

“Markus don’t be ridiculous. We discussed it the other day, Y/N and I are just friends.”

“Do you imagine bending all your friends over your desk?”

“No! That’s precisely why I need your help in preventing those thoughts from further polluting our friendship.” Connor insisted. Markus shook his head.

“Connor, this is a confusing time for our people. Every new emotion is terrifying, uncharted territory but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t explore it. It means the exact opposite in fact.”

“I don’t think I can do that, thank you for meeting with me Markus but I’ll just have to figure this out myself,” Connor said standing from his seat briskly and leaving Markus alone in the café.

A few hours later Connor glanced up from his terminal for the tenth time in the last half hour hoping to see you at your desk. He knew you’d be at lunch around this hour, but you usually took it at your desk, or if you did go out for food it wasn’t for this long. Hank noticed his constant checks and rolled his eyes.

“She said she was with a friend for lunch.” He grumbled.

“Oh." Connor said fiddling with a pen. A clock ticked loudly in the mostly vacant station.

“What friend?” He asked after a moment. Hank raised a brow.

“I didn’t interrogate her on who she eats burgers with, does it matter?”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” Connor yielded. Another few minutes went by and Connor’s head shot up as he heard your laugh echo across the station along with a familiar male voice. His eyes quickly found you as you walked to your desk, located to the right of his own. He noticed first that the man you’re with has his hand on the small of your back, and that man was Markus.

“Jeez Connor, you okay?” Hank asks. Connor notices for the first time that he had completely crushed the pen he had been holding, the ink staining his hand.

“You can’t be serious Markus that is unbelievable.” You say sitting down in your desk chair. Markus sits on the edge of your desk facing you, he gives Connor a sly side-eye before continuing.

“Honest to God, can’t make stuff like that up. Oh, hey Connor.” Markus smiles, giving him a cheerful wave.

“Markus. What are you doing?” Connor asked, his tone dry and demanding.

“Just meeting friends of my friends. I came looking for you but ended up meeting Y/N by chance. I know you two are such good friends, I thought it only right to invite her out to lunch.”

“Thank you again for buying me lunch Markus you really didn’t have to.” You say and lightly pat his hand, making Connor’s fist tighten again.

“You bought her lunch?” Connor questioned with a sharp edge to his voice.

“Come on Connor, a lady as gorgeous as she is, well it was my honor.” Markus grins and kisses your hand softly, making you blush, which in turn makes Connor rise from his chair.

“Can I speak with you, Markus?”

“Now? I was hoping to spend some time with Y/N.”

“Now.” Connor demanded.

“Well, when you put it like that, sure. I’ll see you later Y/N.” Markus says with a wink, as he follows Connor to a vacant hallway out of your line of sight. Without hesitation Connor grabs Markus by his collar and pushes him against the wall, his eyes enraged.

“What the hell are you doing?” He growled.

“Easy Connor. Just spending time with one of your dear friends, what’s the problem?” Markus smiled, unphased by the aggressive hold Connor had on him.

“I don’t want you to spend time with her like that. Touching her and kissing her hand. You don’t get to do that.” Connor asserted.

“And why’s that?”

“Because…because…oh. Oh, I see.” Connor said releasing his hold on Markus’ collar. Markus patted the wrinkles out of his top and shook his head.

“Took you long enough, although I will say it didn’t take much to make you jealous.”

“Jealous,” Connor repeated. He hated the word, but Markus was right. A fire had ignited in him as he watched Markus make you giggle, get to touch you even slightly, get to take you out for lunch. Such small things but he treasured them more than he knew.

“The tactic you used was very clever. I’m sorry for roughing you up.” Connor said with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad it worked. She is a very lovely girl Connor; I can see why you have such a crush.” Markus said patting his friend’s arm.

“So what do I do now?” Connor asked, his tone dripping with desperation.

“Well, there's plenty of perfectly good desks in here..." Markus grinned and then put his hands up when Connor shot daggers his way.

"Okay, okay, my bad. Start with dinner."

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD OFFICIAL VISUAL FANBOOK ー Interview Vol. 1 feat. Saki Ito

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, BLOOD Official Visual Fanbook

Release date: 2013

Huge thank you to @keithvalentinex for providing the raw scans!

SECTION 1: Q&A

Q1. How did you feel when a sequel game got green light?

A: Not only were we fortunate to receive many passionate messages and feedback from the players, but we also received the news of an anime adaption alongside a game sequel, so amidst the joy, I also remember a distinct feeling of responsiblity and pressure.

Q2. Does the feedback you received from the players reflect in any parts of the game?

A: The series features characters who all have very strong and distinct character traits, so they tend to stand out based solely on these specific elements, which is what made us reflect upon the scenario parts of the previous game. Therefore, in the sequel, we decided to flesh them out so we let Idea Factory know that we would like to create sceranio’s on events of their pasts, so we can give a better understanding of how they think as individuals. We received a positive response but this ultimately required quite a bit of scenarios so later both me and Nakamura suffered because of it. (lol) However, even though there is still room for improvement, I would like to think that we succeeded in creating scenario’s in which the players will get to know them on a deeper level.

Q3. Who did you struggle most with when creating the setting for the new characters?

A: Ruki. Both in terms of design and personality. At first we thought of having him be on an almost equal footing with Karlheinz in terms of power and status, so basically the character who stands at the very top of the Mukami family, with everyone following his lead as they have no other choice but to acknowledge his superiority . But he’s a Do-S...We played with various ideas like that.

Q4. What did the process of creating these characters look like?

A: After settling on their visuals and personalities, we moved on to building a set image of them. I was impressed that at the time of initial recording where we would add the voices to these characters, there was already an agreement amongst the production staff about how they viewed these brothers inside their minds.

Q5. Were there any moments during the recording which left a strong impression on you?

A: I am sure everyone feels the same in this regard, but I was very much impressed by Midorikawa Hikaru (Ayato’s VA) and his ability to voice a single line in so many different ways and apply minor adjustment time after time. I was baffled how the same phrase could be voiced in so many different ways, and while this may be embarrassing to admit as part of the production staff, I felt as if I could learn a lot from him.

Q6. How did you approach the blood-sucking scenes?

A: We start by creating a fixed image inside our heads of how each character would suck someone’s blood. However, we initially opted to leave things up to the casted voice actors. We figured that if their voicing was somewhat off from how we envisioned it, we would guide them into the desired direction afterwards, but so far that has yet to happen! The voice actors seem to understand that the blood-sucking scenes are a huge selling point of the Diabolik Lovers franchise, so they anticipated on this and had already thought about which personal quirks they want to include in these scenes before the recording. Afterwards they would tell us things such as ‘I wanted to make it sound a little dirty’ or ‘I imagined ____ would suck blood like this’, showing us their effort to voice these characters while thinking about their personalities, which is why we - the production staff - were able to feel the unique traits of these boys through their performance as well, I believe. I cannot express with words just how greatful I am for everyone’s excellent voice work.

Q7. When writing the scenario’s and the character dialogue, were there any conscious changes you made from the first game?

A: In the first game, there were very little interactions between the different characters, but with the introduction of the Mukami brothers, we focused on these kind of interactions where one of the Sakamaki brothers would fight with one of the Mukami brothers. Additionally, this would allow for us to express the changes in their feelings towards the main character.

Q8. What did you struggle the most with while writing the script?

A: There were just so many different scenarios to write, I recall feeling as if there was no end to it. Every time you think you’re done adjusting one part, you have to move on to the next and by the time you’re done with that, something just doesn’t feel right about the first scenario again...This game includes many scenarios about the characters’ pasts so there would be times where we suddenly went ‘...Hold on!? I feel like the previous scene doesn’t quite make sense anymore...,’ So we’d have to go back and make sure everything remained consistent.

Q9. Which character caused you the most problems while writing the script?

A: Every single one. In case of the Sakamaki brothers, all because of the same reason. For starters, despite this being a sequel game, the intial setting remains the same as before with the main character having arrived at the Sakamaki manor, , so we were worried whether or not the audience would accept this without it feeling weird or off. The Mukami brothers are then added on top of that, so we struggled a lot expressing the wavering feelings of the main character. Each of the Mukami brothers has their own dark past and setting which we came up with beforehand, so it was very difficult to then later add the element of romance to this.

Q10. Is there a character who underwent drastic changes compared to the last game?

A: No. Although the ‘MORE, BLOOD’ games feature the Sakamaki brothers struggling with an immense ‘thirst for blood’ which is different from our previous approach, so we hope this allows the players to enjoy a different side of them.

Q11. The endings are now named ‘Vampire Ending’, ‘Manservant Ending’ and ‘Brute’ Ending. Could you tell us what kind of thought you put into these names?

A: They do each have their own fixed image attached to them. We divided them into the ‘Vampire Ending’ which is supposed to be the most natural ending. The ‘Manservant Ending’ which emphasizes the element of sadism the strongest and lastly the ‘Brute Ending’ which is the most violent. Depending on the character, there might be minor changes such as the main character developing sadistic tendencies herself or it being another character who grows violent. We hope the audience will enjoy this wide array of endings.

Q12. What are parts which have greatly improved or parts you want us to focus on in comparison to the first game?

A: My apologies for repeating myself, but it would have to be the scenarios. Also please pay attention to the upgraded sprite artwork for everyone, as well as the addition of the sprites for the brothers as children!

Q13. Why do you think the series has received such a great amount of support?

A: During the development of the first set of CDs, we made them with a specific niche audience in mind, so never did we expect the franchise would grow this large. We truly are grateful. We would like to believe that Satoi-sama’s illustration are the biggest contributor in this case. I was already acquaintanced with Satoi-sama at that point but due to certain circumstances, we weren’t able to work on a project together. However, when the development for Diabolik Lovers started, I immediately reached out to her. I believe that the way she draws these Do-S Vampires as handsome guys is what the fans enjoy the most!

Q14. Please leave a message for the fans.

A: First of all, thank you all from the bottom of my heart. If it wasn’t for you guys’ reactions, we wouldn’t have been able to deliver this much content. I won’t go as far as to tell you to continue to loving ‘DIABOLIK LOVERS’ and its characters forever...! Even if it’s somewhere in the very back of your mind, I’d be happy if you could at least hold onto the fond memories of these characters. Honestly, thank you so so much.

SECTION 2: THEIR FAVORITE EPISODES

Sakamaki brothers: Laito’s Vampire Ending. It conveys that feeling of loving someone, yet still keeping you on the edge of your seat as he doesn’t quite fully want to admit to his own feelings, even though you can tell that he does properly love the main character, which made me feel joyful inside.

Mukami brothers: Rather than one specific scene, I loved the interactions between the Mukami brothers. When they are all enjoying a meal together, they would fight over the food, or Kou would make a fuss because he wants to eat Vongole Bianco. I found it cute how they would talk in a way you’d expect from normal high school boys.

SECTION 3: SAKI ITO CHOOSES ー SITUATION-DEPENDENT CHARACTER SELECT

Who would you choose in these situations? What’s the developer’s opinion?

S1. To sleep together with?

Best: Shuu, he probably wouldn’t bother me.

Worst: Reiji, he seems like the type to get upset if you don’t keep perfectly still while sleeping.

S2. To go on a trip together with?

Best: Ruki, I feel like he would come fully prepped.

Worst: Azusa, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my trip if I get hurt because of him.

S3. To eat together with?

Best: Shuu, I feel like our eating styles would match.

Worst: Reiji, I’d constantly feel nervous.

S4. To study with?

Best: Ruki, I feel like he’d be able to explain things in a comprehensive manner.

Worst: Laito because he might just blow air into my ear all of a sudden.

S5. To go on a date with?

Best: Kou, he probably knows all the good places so it could be fun.

Worst: Kanato, I can’t stand the thought of him suddenly lashing out at me.

S6. To play a video game with?

Best: Yuma, I feel like he wouldn’t be the best at it, but it’d still be enjoyable regardless.

Worst: Subaru, he would destroy the console!

S7. To play sports with?

Best: Kou, I can imagine his sweat sparkling in the light as it bounces off him.

Worst: Reiji, he seems stiff.

S8. To go on a drive with?

Best: Ayato, it just seems fun.

Worst: Yuma, he strikes me as a speed devil.

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nthngbxtfanfics · 4 years

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KAZINO Pt.1 - Jooheon scenario

INTRO

She can feel how the liquids make her loosen up all the tense muscles in her body. Forgetting all the things that happened hours ago. Moving to the rhythm, she closed her eyes to get a more intense feeling of satisfaction. She’s not holding back, being bold and driven by adrenaline. Dancing close to strangers, seeing faces that would be forgotten after this night. Her dress sticking to her body, shoving almost every detail of imperfection. She never felt so sexy before, except for this night and it didn’t go unnoticed by one man.

He’s captivated by her, watching her from afar and forgetting his surroundings. Holding back from crashing himself into her. How much he would do to lay a finger on her hips, tracing every curve of her body, feeling her soft skin underneath his fingertips. Moving against her body, holding her tight and not losing any contact. His eyes got darker the longer his gaze stayed on her, she was driving him on the edge. Never was he so focused on one person, she was all over his mind, not leaving for one second and all he could do was watch. But he wants so much more. He wants to feel her against his skin and kiss down her neck to mark her as his property. Soon his thoughts became so vivid, he couldn’t tell if they were real. Her sweet moans started to ring through his ear as his imagination goes wild. Her hips grinding onto him, taking him all in. He automatically slides his hand slowly down to his crotch, feeling his arousal building up. A small groan escapes his dry throat, catching his breath after holding it in.

He imagined how her tight walls would hug him perfectly and after every squeeze, he wants more, more of that intense pleasure. He’s ready to coat her insides with his cum, he wants to see how it drips down her inner thighs. Kissing her wrecked core, to reward her for taking him in so well. His breathing got heavier and his pants got even tighter. His lips and throat went dry, suddenly thirsty for her sweet taste, he took a sip of his drink, the cold liquor going down his throat, but it couldn’t replace his intense desire.

“Hey Y/N!” someone repeated your name for a few times, until you turned around and saw your best friend approaching and joining you on the middle of the dance floor. “Hey Nelly! What’s up? Wanna dance?” you asked her excitedly. She smirked at you and came closer to your ear “Babe, there’s someone watching you the whole time. It looks like he’s ready to eat you alive.” She pulled away from you and took a glance at the said man. You followed her gaze, the man looked straight at you, both of you locking eyes. You could see a smirk building up on his lips, despite being drunk, you felt flustered and snapped your head to the side to avoid his gaze. Heat went up your cheeks, the alcohol not being the reason for it. “Oh Come on Y/N! Don’t be shy, that boy looks fine. If he would look at me the way he does at you. I would love to suck his dick right away.” You couldn’t help but to agree with Nelly, he does look attractive. You could feel his aura up to you as his gaze lays heavy on you, the feeling in you, the warning in your head seems so loud but you wanted it. “Babe, you should play with him a little, you haven’t had a little fun in a while now. If I was you, I’d be frustrated by now to be honest.” You both chuckled at her comment and nudged her side a little, she raised her eyebrow and nodded her head towards him. You turned your head, to look at him again. You noticed that his eyes never left you, your confidence suddenly coming back. He pulled his hand up and waved you over, you decided to take the advice of your friend and play a little with your new target. Acting hard to get, you smirked and turned around and made sure that he has your butt on full display. Moving your hips from side to side.

Your target couldn’t keep his smile hidden and bite his lip, titling his head a little. His gaze laying on your perfect bum, that’s been wrapped up in your tight dress. “So, she wants to play a little. Ok then, let’s play!” He told himself and stood up from his spot on the red couch. Adjusting his jacket and making his way towards her. You sat down on a bar stool, taking a glance at the spot where the man was sitting a few moments ago. The spot was empty, disappointment striked through your body. Continuing sipping on your new ordered drink, you didn’t notice someone taking a seat next to you. “Give me a glass of the most expensive whiskey you got.” You heard the person next to you, ordering their drink. “Weird Flex but ok.” Was your only comment about his choice of order, You heard him chuckle next to you.

“I’d rather flex with a beauty like you on my lap.” A smirk grew over his lips, as his eyes scanned your attire. Staying a little longer on your exposed thigh, his tongue glided over his lips, imagining the taste of your skin.

You could see his eyes, taking off your dress. How hungry those dark orbs were. You became hungry for that man, as much as he wanted you, you wanted him. But you knew, it wouldn’t be easy, like your friend said - play with him a little, entertain yourself. You’re more worth and you need that reminder, immediately.

You had been in a pretty nasty relationship, you and your friends came out tonight to celebrate your break up with your ex. He was the reason, for your dissatisfaction of yourself. He made you an easy target, a puppy who would run to him if he told you so. This relationship was toxic, toxic on you and you wished to never fall down the same hole as before. So now you were here, sitting at the bar, next to an extremely hot person. You weren’t ready for another relationship yet, but why not having a little fun and get down for an one night stand or a simple makeout session.

“My name is Jooheon by the way and what’s my beautys name here?” Jooheon extended his hand, his finger gliding along your jawline. A smirk visible in the dark light.

“Y/N.” you simply stated your name and took a sip of your drink.

“Y/N~ “ Jooheon repeated your name tasting it on his tongue, his smirk grew and his hand found his drink as he took a sip of it, just like you did. “That’s a beautiful name for a woman like you, my beauty.” His eyes wouldn’t leave your face, they studied you, remembering every inch. You found it a bit amusing, how this man was so interested in you. The cheesyness in his words made you chuckle as you faced him again.

“Some pretty words you use there, Jooheon~” you repeated his name, emphasing it, sounding like a melody in his ears. He wished he could hear his name out of your lips again. Jooheon chuckled and lowered his head in a little defeat. He couldn’t believe himself, that he used this kind of phrasing.

“Thank you. So answer me one question - Why does a beautiful woman like you, sit here alone and is not hooking up with a random dude here? Men should be running around you asking for attention.” You shrugged your shoulders at his question and thought of an smart answer.

“If there would be so many man, how am I supposed to sit and talk to you?” Jooheon smiled at your answer-question.

“Looks like it’s my lucky day then.” Jooheon motioned the bartender over with a gesture. “Get me and my girl a nice drink.”

“I’m your girl now? Wow, that’s quick.” you were a little impressed by the boldness of him, it seemed like you’ll get a bit more fun than you expected.

“Baby, the moment you stepped into this club you became my girl.” you laughed at his statement as you covered your hand over your mouth.

“And what makes you think that?”

“Baby, I own this place. What I say is law and tonight, you’re my girl. Enjoy it.” Jooheon winked at you. You couldn’t believe your ears, was it the loud music or did this guy really called dips on you. “I’d like to invite you to my private booth up there. I bet you saw me there already, cuz as I can remember, we made eye contact and you walked off and showed me that beautiful ass of yours.” Jooheon was confident and the sassyness in you vanished quickly. You were happy, that the lights were dark enough or else the redness on your face would destroy your little game. You snapped out of your embarrassement and got serious again.

“And what makes you think I would like to hang out with you?” You leaned your head on your arm, looking at the man with a flirty look. Jooheon came closer to your ear, his soft lips brushing your earlobe.

“Cuz I know you want me, your eyes are giving you away.” Jooheon wrapped you around his finger. His deep voice gave a weird vibration through your body, a shiver ran down your spine and his voice alone sent you to overdrive. You scoffed to hide your sudden arousal, as Jooheon leaned back. You wished he would stay this close. His cologne mixed with whiskey was still around you, you wanted him close again, talk that husky voice of his into your ear. “Don’t worry babe, I don’t expect you to come with me now, I see your friend there observing us. If you want some fun, I’ll be up there. Say my name and you’ll get in, my men know you belong to me. See ya my beauty.” Jooheon left you at the bar, awestruck.

What exactly happened now?

Nelly came up to you asking what happened, after Jooheon dissapeared in the crowd leaving you there. You remembered how to breath again, your head followed you friends voice.

“That’s it for hard to get” you facepalmed yourself as you replayed the conversation between you and Jooheon. You thought you had him in the first, but it looked like he had you the whole time.

“What do you mean by that? What happened?” Nelly grew curious as you talked for yourself, leaving her completly left out.

“I made a total fool of myself, he had me in his hand from the moment he sat next to me.” You ignored the question and continued rambling to yourself.

“Girl, what did he say?” Your friend grew unpatient and pulled the fabric on your hip.

“He invited me to his private booth.” you looked into Nellys eyes, your pupils shaking.

“And why haven’t you accepted it? Why did you not go with him? Y/N!” Nelly grew extremely annoyed at your behaviour and slapped her own forhead.

“I don’t know, he just made me speechless.” it was true, the moment he turned the tables, he made you speechless and your brain turned black. You couldn’t describe why it happened. He was just a random guy, flirting with you. Like any other would, but he was different. Something in him was different, something that drew you to him and made you lost.

“What do you mean he made you speechless?”

“I thought I had the upper hand, but he saw through everything I did.” you analyzed every bit of interaction, feeling more and more self concious again.

“Y/N, what did he say exactly?” you thought for a quick moment, remembering the conversation.

“He said - I wanted him and he knew it, cuz my eyes give it away.”

“Well, Y/N he’s not wrong though, you can’t even lie properly. What else did he say?”

“He saw us talking about him and he knew I swayed my hips on purpose for him.” Your face grew hot again, as you remembered the moment.

“You should go there.” suggested Nelly.

”No, don’t you listened to me? I clearly embarrassed myself in front of him.” Your friend rolled her eyes at your childish panicing.

“You did not embarrass yourself. So go up there and sit on his damn lap.”

“What about you?” you couldn’t leave your friend, well you actually don’t wanted to leave her after this encounter.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I found one of my old classmates, he looks extremely hot. Not as hot as your Romeo, but hot enough to hangout for tonight. So, go up there, be a bad bitch and flirt the shit out of this man. You need to relax and enjoy the night. Who said, you’ll get this opportunity again?” Your friend pushed you towards the staircase, while ranting to you why you should go to him.

Meanwhile Jooheon was observing the situation between you and your friend, he found it cute - how sexy and unaproachable you acted, but ended up a little emabarrassed and shy when it was his turn to tease you.

You did as Nelly told you and walked up to him, Jooheons eyes followed every step of yours and made himself ready for you. He made all women around him, who tried to get his attention, vanish from his booth. So only you two would be alone.

“I’m here for Jooheon, he invited me to his booth.” You nervously fiddled with your fingers, as you stood in front of the bodyguard. He looked you up and down, you tried to cover your shyness and acted confident.

“Let her in, she belongs to me.” you could hear Jooheons voice from behind. As the guy stepped aside, revealing a casual sitting Jooheon with a plain black T-shirt, a semi-tight pants and expensive looking leather shoes in a rounded lounge couch. His hair styled out of his face, revealing his fierce looking eyes.

“There you are my beauty. Come here, sit next to me. I’ve been waiting for you.” Jooheons arm laid on the back of the couch. You went closer and sat down next to him. You could feel the stares and the jealousy of other women in the room were heavy and made the air thicker and harder to breath. Jooheons arm found it’s place around your shoulders. “Don’t worry about them, they come here often enough. I’ve never gave them my attention in the first place. They can’t do anything to you.” His arm squeezed your shoulder, to assure you that you’re safe and you should not worry about them.

“Oh really?” you could hear a chuckle coming out of his chest, his knee was touching yours. This simple touch send your mind into overdrive again, a sudden dizzyness envaded your mind.

Was it him or the alcohol?

“Hm. Like I said before, you’re mine and everyone knows not to mess with you.” Jooheon turned his gaze to you, searching for your eyes. As you turned you face, you both met eyes and looked deeply into them. His eyes seemed darker and deeper upclose. You were scared, they seemed dangerous and had so many secrets, but you pushed those thoughts behind, far behind. For some reason you felt safe in his embrace. It was only for this night, he’s a stranger, a stranger you won’t see again.

“That’s pretty interesting, that you assume, I would let you claim me as yours. Even though you don’t know me.” you tried to put some distance between you two and start your game again.

“Oh babe, I don’t need to know you, to claim you. I don’t assume, I just simply do it, without you knowing it.” He’s not missing any confidence - that’s your thought.

“That’s pretty bold of you.” you chuckled at his way of thinking, but still found it extremely interesting. There was something about this man, you couldn’t describe it.

“I know, but you sit here next to me. That means my words are in fact, law.” Jooheon sat up a little, to be able to see you properly. His upper body leaned forward, grabbing two drinks and handing you on. “So now, tell me what changed in your mind and sended you here to me?” you chuckled at his words and took a sip of the drink. The taste of alcohol was stronger then your previous drinks, your face mirrored the bitterness and unliking of the drink. Jooheon couldn’t hold back his laughing at your cringing face.

“What is that?” Your hand covered your lips as you looked at the man next to you.

“It’s a whiskey I made, it’s pretty strong. I guess too strong for you.” Jooheon replaced the drink in your hand with a glass of water.

“That tastes awful, how can you drink that without cringing?”

“Practice, I guess.”

“Practice my ass, no one can drink it.” you drowned the liquid in your cup, hoping the taste of the whiskey would vanish.

“Watch me baby.” Jooheon drowned his whole glass in one go, without cringing at the bitterness and burn of the alcohol. Your face cringed at the memory of the drink. Jooheon was amused by your reaction and placed the glass onto the table. His arm returned to it’s place around your shoulder, as he leaned back. His face was close, his lips near your ear, brushing lightly. Goosebumps were visible on your arm. Your heart beated faster, you were sure he could here it. Your face stayed looking forward as Jooheon studied your sideprofile up close. Air found no way into your lungs, until the man beside you leaned back, away from your face, a chuckle ringing through your ears. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t bite you. I just want to enjoy my time with you.” There it was again, his smile with those two deep dimples.

And here you were, sitting in full darkness on the softness of your bed, remebering and reliving the night over and over again.

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libcaro · 4 years

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LUCIFER and SATAN are odd Demons

so, i was spacing out about this two and i decided to write my scenarios.

so this is kind of servant x demon stuff, you are kind of a gipsy-geisha girl who lives in a Demon ruled kingdom, so imagine yourself in a belly dancer outfit but that covers you more. ( I’m not knowledgeable into this stuff so you will excuse misconceptions, also i write terribly, like a 14 year old, if you don’t understand and have questions aske me, if you don’t like it is fine, if you don’t wanna read it, is fine too :v anyway I’m open to critics but if you act like an ass$%&, don’t expect too much from me)

OH i almost forgot this is a self insert ... fanfic(?), so it is my story but just imagine yourslef at it, go ahead, don’t be shy ;)

OH and about the name, yeah ... that, the name i though while writing the first lines, don’t take me seriosuly i laugh at my own thoughts.

So there I was, working for Satan; since this is my job, the life I decided to live, I don't feel pressured or indecisive. he is rather nice; he doesn't force neither I object, but he is not violent neither overemotional. if he is.... he hides it very well, today he just asked me for a massage, some pampering and my company, the job I was contracted for.

He is now on my lap with his head over my chest, we are sitting on a big cushy bean bag in one of the resting rooms of this big Demon castle. he wanted his head to be given attention, so I just run my fingers through his blond stands of hair. now that I think about it he is a rather beautiful creature, I know this form is just for the human eye, eye candy so we don't run away from them but still I can't seem to part my eyes from him.

At the beginning I didn't find any of them attractive, rather just what you expect from royalty, beautiful, oozing with authority and rather … unreachable. I know that and still … here I am rather happy about having such an opportunity to be on his presence and of course … touching him, which is also weird since they seem to despise humans, yet … he allows me to.

My thoughts are interrupted by the older brother opening the door angrily while his stare goes from me to Satan, who just looks at him with a little playful smile ¿why is he so angry about?

“Satan, I need you to come to the common room, NOW!” – he said rubbing his temple at the end of the phrase.

“Can’t it wait? you know I’m busy right now”- he said looking away from Lucifer who may be having a rage attack under that cool exterior that he always pulls up.

“No, now, common room” – he said annoyed and rushing furiously out of the door.

Satan just wearily stands up and compose himself; if he was relaxed under my arms just now, his posture shows me he is ready for conflict now.

“I will be back shortly, don’t you dare to leave!” – he says frustrated, which doesn’t last long as he adjusts himself up and leaves through the door.

I’m left there on the room with the lingering feeling of Lucifer’s anger raising more at the moment he came in, but well maybe is just me flattering myself.

I rest on the bag and look up to the unattainable ceiling that is as big as a house, … even more. I recall the first time I met them, it was almost 2 years ago, I was working with madame Anahita one of the famous party planners in this whole kingdom. I was just starting at my first party-helper job, which was for Lord Diavolo soon-to-be-king himself, who was throwing a party after coming form a great war with his strong army, in which they were included.

Lucifer got a like to me since then; he made me dance for him which I obediently did. still I was the only human there and normally (even though I’m trained to give all types of non-sexual entertainment) demons don’t pay attention me, in the mist of the party he choosed me. even Anahita offered him some other fascinating companions like witches or succubus, whom they can do whatever they like, but he choosed me. which made me fear since he could eat me at any moment, because that is the only thing known demons can do with a human, eat them.

He didn’t.

But it wasn’t that scary either, he made me serve him first, gave him food on his mouth, making me call him *Master Lucifer* and giving him a massage, which he really needed. Then this just started to repeat, they will always ask for Anahita’s services and of course my presence; and let me tell you something, even thought our company also offers sexual services and we brought them to all parties, besides Asmodeus who always takes one or two succubus chicks with him, the demon brothers are not so much interested in them. I’m not allowed to, you know, I’m a human, neither I trained for that nor I was interested; you can win much more but I’m not going to go those lengths.

The funny things is that most of the time on this parties, I was the one being called the most before I got actually contracted with them in a servant deal. In the first party it was Lucifer who was in the company of Lord Diavolo; I was nervous as heck, but I centered myself in the dance and in appearing professional. Then it was Satan and later on Beelzebub, who just enjoyed me bringing him all types of weird food and pamper him while I feed him(which I actually enjoy too, I like pampering people).

In that first party Lucifer just kept me asking me to dance, then I feed him to later being asked the weird request of a massage. At that time I didn’t knew too much about massages, just a briefly lesson I took because Madame Anahita thought it was better that I knew a little bit of everything since I’m a human and I can’t do much in Demons parties. He really enjoyed it, Lord Diavolo made an enthusiastic remark on my abilities saying that my dance was captivating, and that Lucifer hasn’t looked so relaxed in a long time; never thought that a Demon could be that nice. satan wanted to be pampered the most, feeding him, practically following any demand he made like the good servant I’m meant to be; he just seemed to enjoy to order around, he still does.

I wish they would stop; this is rather weird and dangerous. in our society humans stay away demons the best they can, and demons will rather be out of the sight of humans. They despise us and we fear them, that’s how it is.

Madame Anahita tried her best to kept me away from them, but it was useless. Now I’m in a contract to serve their house and in an even large contract serving Satan with *special* escort-like services which are not in paper but he makes me do it anyway, “all his needs” is what Is written. Nothing sexual has been asked but I’m afraid things will escalate, though I’m usually told that I gross them out and that would never happen; I feel in danger most of the time, because their words contradict their actions, and that little contract we have is really vague.

After that fearful though Leviathan get me out of my thinking state.

“Oh, it’s you.” he looked at me a little surprised “I though Satan was with you, Diavolo needs to talk to him” – I stared at him a little embarrassed at being caught with my own thoughts.

“He is with Lucifer, he needed to talk to him” – I said straighten up.

“Oh I see, well Lord Diavolo is in the hall asking really worried for him, I think maybe he will need to talk to Lucifer too” – he looks at his side, face of someone who is connecting the dots.

“They went to the common room”- I said standing up, keeping my best professional pose.

“Well, I’m going there since I receive a rather urgent message from Lucifer”-he said looking at his phone - “see ya”

He lefts and it seems that the issue is something bigger that I though, what happened?

I wait for him for almost two hours, nothing happens. Well … there is nothing else I can do since this is my schedule time to be with him and if he sees me doing any other stuff I will be punished. It hasn’t happened yet, but I don’t want to discover it.

I start to look around the room, I have never had the chance to tour around this palace since I’m being throw around this castle doing this and that, either by the brothers or the other serfdom. They are nice to me but rigid in what they want, Lucifer himself asks me to bring his coffee, his papers, deliver messages, a neck massage, relaxing him and is not just him; as I said before Beelzebub makes me him bring food, Levi aske me to help him with his games, Asmodeus makes me bath him and even help him with his beauty routine, mammon brings me to his scams for money, all of this added with Satan’s special attention and the chores at the palace. To be honest I prefer to attend the palace issues rather than the brother’s requests, they can be really overbearing at times.

Meanwhile I’m deep in thought I see a stand full of beauty products, tonics, perfumes, oils, etc. I check them out, superficially and walk through the whole room. this big room full of bean bags, sofas, and a closet, specialized for the robes. There are a few tables with candles and incense, the room is full of what you need to relax. I can even say that, leaving behind the fact that I have to receive orders here, I get pretty relaxed too.

“Y/N?” – a familiar voice gets me out of the trance.

“Yes?”- I come out of the million of curtains in the room.

“Oh, I though you left and I started to get angry” – he said with a fake smile on his lips.

“It is not like I can”- I couldn’t understand the expression he made and I mentally scold myslef for the comment, I continued “I was just looking around the room, that’s all”

“Oh, I see, well … lucifer just make a huge meeting about some issues with some lands we gain in the previous wars, seems like we are having traitors inside. Some … humans seem to be the problem; they are servants just like you. It seems we can really trust your species huh?” – he says looking around the room for the drink cart, he takes a big glass of wine and turns to look at me intensely.

After what seemed 2 seconds, he takes my chin looking right into my eyes staring for a long moment. He doesn’t seem to be seeing me, is more like he is deep in thought trying to get out something from me. I just look at him directly, not confrontational neither scared but rather expecting and I then he lets go.

“Come, continue with what you were doing”- he says, positioning him in the bag. I sit, getting comfortable and he immediately places himself where he was, his arms stretching in both sides of my legs and I started to touch him again, like a mother comforting his child.

He looks right into the wall, wondering and I feel him relaxing in my body. he smells really well, it is weird for me since it is not any perfume or oil, is HIM, his demon smell. I run my fingers through his skull, smoothly, wanting to care for his head, a touch that I intend to be comforting. after some time, I look at the clock without him realizing, is already late 9 pm.

Since I wake up early, I need to leave now to report myself to the chief butler; I really hate this part of the day. normally he realizes and tells me to report myself and comeback, or he just brush me off to go to sleep; today for some reason I feel deeply anxious, I fear he will lash out at me.

“…. Aahh” -he sighs deeply - “I hoped you will forget, if it wasn’t for your nervous touch, I wouldn’t have remembered myself” – he says, getting a little tense. I lift my arms and he looks back at me for a moment, is that longing in his face?

“… don’t report, if they say anything tell them I didn’t let you go” – he backs up to me and rest his head in my lap this time. He looks right at me with a demanding look saying – “continue, don’t stop until I say so” – so I obey and continue … a little scared, seems he is a little drunk. I didn’t notice the powerful smell of whine on his breath, did he drink with his brothers?

I focus on his hair and I notice his eyes on me, I blush a little, but he just continues to stare. For some reason I feel the need to go down his sides, I touch his neck softly and he shuts down his eyes in comforting pleasure. I massage with little strength and soften the tense muscles, he arches a little and I prolong my touch from his head to his shoulders and he shivers.

“Sleep with me”- he says in a low but commanding tone, grabbing firmly my hand. is he begging me?

“As you stated before, it is not like you can refuse, … right?”- he sounds a little … annoyed? I don’t know how to put it, but he seems to be quite ready to force me if needed. It Is true I cannot refuse but I’m not sure what does he mean by *sleep*.

“Don’t worry, we are just going to sleep… I actually can’t do anything more, even if I wished” – he says still holding my hand, with a linger on his face. his eyes are… shining? he must notice my questioning eyes, because he frowns like expecting me to refuse and ready to… to make me do it.

“My lord” – I say cuping his face with my free hand - “you know that going too far can bring the both of us issues and I think, in fact, I’m not allowed by the law to be so close from a Demon” - I say with the most professional smile I can, feeling his grip grow stronger on my hand and afraid of his now disgusted face.

“I’m one of the ruler Demons of this lands, I think it will be okay, no one has to know. Besides, it won’t be so much different from the other later nights that you have spent with me” – he says almost insulted.

It is true I have spent long nights like this, where I felt slept in the cushions and woke up with him on my arms. Is he really thinking of me sleeping in his room? Now that I think about it, I have been in Lucifer room too but since he is the older brother … people don’t say much and I wasn’t there for long, seems like the brothers have a thing for ordering humans to their rooms.

“…” – why does this sound like he is asking me? why no ordering me? maybe he was expecting me to say that? To refuse? By this time, he has already let go of my hand.

He stands up arranging his clothes and offers me a hand to stand up, I take it and get on my feet.

“we are going” – I am in shock which he takes advantage of and takes my hand strongly, not letting go, he cleans up the room and turns off the candles. Practically he rushed me out of the room, forcing his grip now on my wrist and drags me through the long castle. there is no one on sight tough and he is careful to not be seen.

I’m scared as hell, if I refuse, he will eat me but If I go with him I will be in legal problems; I don’t know if I can trust him that much. we are near the rooms area and I’m busy being careful to not be noticed. His back is on to me but I can feel his hurry, is he really that willing to go to this length to sleep with me?

By the time I’m done with the though I feel a familiar presence behind me and before I can say anything a voice speaks.

“What are you two doing?”- says lucifer in a demanding voice, shifting himself in front of Satan.

“Tsh, Lucifer” – say Satan looking away from him. His hand still in my wrist but now he is in front of me, kind of shielding me from what is about to come - “I’m passing time with the servant I bought for me, you got any issue with that?”- he says defensive with an arched brow.

“… no” – he looks briefly at me, attentive, reading my expression - “I hope you are not thinking of letting this human in to your room Satan, you know that is prohibited” – he crossed his arms looking seriously mad, like a dad scolding his son.

“Don’t worry I will give her back soon enough” – says Satan, not denying or confirming the older Demon accusations. he shows that fake smile once more and we step forward where we were going, trying to leave Lucifer behind but this time is me who gets stopped. Lucifer separates our touch and grabs me by the shoulders.

Satan looks surprised and a little frustrated making a fist with his hands, then he just looks angry at Lucifer and approaches him, looking directly into his eyes.

“It’s a fair deal, let me have her. I know you let her into your room before, why is it me any different?” – his voice sounds a little hurt and desperate, now I feel like a toy being tossed around.

“… that time, she just went to get me some supplies that’s it. I know you will do more than just that, I’m not stopping you because is your room, I’m stopping you because humans and Demons can’t be … this close, she is supposed to serve you not to … romance you Satan” – there is a little pain in his voice, like he is trying to persuade him out of something he totally gets, his grip on my shoulder grew stronger

“If someone knows about this our reputation would be in danger, the peace Diavolo gained between humans and Demons can start to break and we can get into serious trouble, humans will rebel, and demons will start to haunt. you know how bad it can get”- and it is true, once the three realms of Demons, Humans and Angels got all mixed up, we have been in a long last war that brought pain and loses for everybody. Demons started to lose their particular powers, humans started to evolve to put up with demons, the line between our species began to dissipate and it was chaos.

Arrangements were made and now we live in peace by being as far as we can from one another and the law is no different, our only gate to demons as humans is serving them. they pay really well so if you have the guts you can live comfortable working for them, otherwise just stay away and don’t relate.

Satan just lets out a sight and brings a hand to his forehead brushing his hair back, then speaks.

“… fine, I will see you tomorrow again. Try to be an hour early then” – he looks at me defeated, after giving Lucifer another now suspicious look. he turns around and walks towards his room, I’m still in Lucifer Grip.

“So, you are going to your room now and don’t worry about reporting yourself, is better if you just resume your day” - he says as he shifts me facing him, looking serious and a little … worried? – “you know, I better escort you to your wing of the palace, I’m afraid my brothers can have rather odd requests”

I don’t say anything and nod; he offers me his arm and I take it feeling his muscles on my hands. I’m rather weirded out on how we were caught so easily, Lucifer has show to have some extra sensorial abilities that left you feeling paranoid, it is like he is everywhere and hears everything.

Making our way down the halls, I feel a little nervous since I didn’t reject Satan, maybe I should have run or be more pushy with the issue. Lucifer is not saying anything, just looking straight forward and moving at a rather calm pace.

“So, what exactly happened?” – he says that in rather confused tone, is he reading my mind or something? I don’t know if I should tell him, at the end I have a contract with Satan and I own him loyalty apart from the people at the palace … but there is also the fact that Lucifer was the one who contracted me for the palace, so…

“Y/N I’m talking to you” – I jump a little, scared by how he just notices everything.

“He wanted me to go to his room, I tried to pursue him to not to, but I think he was rather … convincing” – I say trying not to say something that will drag him too much since … well he is one of my direct rulers here. The first one is this “avatar of pride” demon then … him. Even though if things continue like this, I will be glad if I get fired.

“I see…. there’s no need to defend yourself. I don’t know if it is the case, but we have special abilities that makes Humans obey us … so, it is not like you can actually refuse at the end. Though I have never though this of Satan, of all my brothers he is one of the most well behaved. Maybe something got into his head …. Or he is too much into you ” – he states, no taking his eyes from the hall and I just look up to his 2 meter long body of a demon, why do they have to be so tall?!

Wait…. What did he say?!

“I don’t know how much a demon can be into me” – I say as I low my gaze and close my eyes for a little bit, like convincing myself of my own words.

“Please don’t see too much into his behavior … I smelled the alcohol in his breath, maybe he got a little drunk, that’s it.” - I say as I recall that Demons are more capable than us, so alcohol couldn’t get too much into them.

“So that’s how you are interpreting this” – his tone is a little sad and disapproving. -“but let me assure you … that is not enough reason to make a demon do what he was about to do” – he says sharing a little smirk, looking down to me.

“Though I can see why he wanted to go at such lengths” – he part his gaze, now, looking rather playful and I’m just here asking myself if I should ask that *why*, because I don’t get it.

“… well I don’t” – that’s what comes from my mouth and I drift my eyes off of him, feeling really decided onto why the hell a demon would like my company so much?

“... maybe he just wants to eat me” – I say seriously, that’s the only thing I can imagine. maybe this whole thing is about that, eating my soul and to be honest that doesn’t make me feel any better.

“Huh, hahahha”- he scoffs and the laughs loudly, like I told the best joke he ever heard, then stops

“Well, you might be right…. But maybe not in the way you think” – he looks at me…. Teasingly…?

Worst thing is I don’t know which way he means it, the food way or the …

I shouldn’t be thinking this way. at the end, as I said, they are demons.

Maybe there is another way to be eaten by a demon, maybe I’m thinking too much, maybe is better if I just focus on work and limit myself to that type of interactions.

“… maybe I’m considering myself too much to be desired as food by a demon” -I said truthfully serious, talking myself out of all this mess.

“oh…” – lucifer tenses under my statement and after a brief silence, he unclings himself from my arm and slides his around my shoulders, grabbing me closer to him.

“Well, you are sure one of the best servants I have had under my rule. your obedience is delightful, and your abilities are extremely helpful for me. to be frank, from the moment I saw you I knew you were really refined, intelligent and …. Gorgeous. There was an aura around you … I couldn’t look away” – he says almost whispering in my ear, still walking me through the aisle.

I shrink at his touch, that smell again, the smell of demons. I wonder if this is also part of the *charm* of demons or if it’s just me who really likes it.

It is almost magical, like something I have never smelled before.

Since I’m in touch with the Demon brothers most of the time, I have perceived this particular fragrance from all of them, though it has its differences. his is subtle but strong, demanding your attention as you perceive it, but is not all over the place. at the same time, it gives me the vibe of composure and masculinity, just like him. If I must compare it with Satan’s, his is more playful almost mischievous, but also masculine and composed.

They really are alike.

Lucifer drags me out of my internal analysis by grabbing me by the waist.

“What are you spacing out for?” - I look up to him, raising my arms to my chest. I feel like a naïve schoolgirl being told all of this. he is being touchy and I don’t feel comfortable, not a first but it is unsettling.

I take a step back, making him stop on his way - “ehmm … I would really like for you to stop making fun of me. as you said to Satan, we shouldn’t play with things like this”- he looks surprised and that naughty smile appears again… that same smile he showed before he kissed me in his room.

…

As unbelievable as it sounds.

He did.

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Phoenix -- Chapter 2

“Well, well, well. Now look who's not over it.”

I watched in disbelief as Shannon smirked and taunted Jane. He had been furious with me for sleeping with her but he had been heartbroken by her disappearance and utter refusal to speak to him or work anything out. I would have thought he would seize this opportunity to perhaps be able to reconnect with her and at least let some of the bad air between them clear. The only opportunity he seemed to be seizing, however, was some stupid attempt at getting the upper hand in this old battle.

As I looked on Jane blanched in embarrassment and I could see Roger behind her, his jaw tight and his hand beginning to curl into a fist. I couldn't blame him. At the moment I wanted to punch that grin right off Shannon's face too. But something Jane had once said to me popped back into my head – how we were all stuck in some strange looping version of our lives, the same themes played out over and over, roles slightly adjusted as we repeated emotions and events in variation after variation of the same few themes. I remembered trying to keep Roger from punching Shannon the night Jane and Shannon had first hooked up. I remembered my own cocky attitude in the bookstore and Shannon's fury with me four years ago. I remembered Shannon being bewildered by how far Jane had left him behind, very much the way I was feeling about this entire situation now. What wasn't new was the pain in Jane's eyes, caused once again by Shannon. It was if no time had gone by at all. Maybe she was right to try to leave us all behind again. I had a feeling this reunion wasn't just unwelcome by Roger's standards.

Jane took in Shannon's attitude, looked to Roger and then me, and then squared her shoulders and drew herself up. “Look's who still a disgusting piece of shit,” she spat back, the pain dissolving into fire.

“Okay, so I guess this is a bad idea,” I interjected.

“Dammit, I can't believe I ever let either one of you get to me. You couldn't just leave it alone, could you Jared?”

“Hey, this isn't my fault! What the hell did I do?”

“Don't yell at her,” Roger growled.

“I wasn't yelling,” I replied through gritted teeth. “I am trying not to cause a scene where you are, as you pointed out, “working”. But if you want me to start yelling...”

“Leave him alone,” Jane challenged, stepping in between Roger and myself like she was the one about to do the punching.

“Why is everyone mad at me?” I demanded. “All I did was come to a party. What the fuck?”

Shannon started laughing and the three of immediately turned on him. “Yeah, Jane's back all right. Everyone's yelling at each other while we try not to make a scene at a party. Tell me, Janey girl, what's on the agenda this time around? How are you going to fuck with my head now? If you're wanting to fuck the rest of the band you'd better get going, we seem to be running a little low on members at the moment.”

Jane wheeled around so fast I could feel air rushing past me as her arm drew back. Just like that she had slapped Shannon across the face and seemed to be gearing up to do it again. Roger dove in and scooped her up, her fist beating against his chest as he lifted her into the air. She looked so tiny in his long arms. I often forgot how small she was, her presence was so big.

I looked over at Shannon who was holding his hand to his face, his eyes wide. That smugness was gone as quickly as it had surfaced, confirming what I had thought to begin with – it was all bravado and bullshit. He was as shaken in seeing Jane here as she was by him. “Fucking apologize to her, Shannon. That was way out of line.”

Shannon rubbed his jaw for a minute and watched Jane flailing as Roger tried to hold on. “Was it?" he asked, his mood shifting again. "Kind of like sleeping with my brother to get back at me?”

Jane freed herself from Roger's grip and plopped back onto her feet with an unceremonious wobble. She dusted herself off and straightened her dress while she stared Shannon down. “I didn't sleep with Jared to get back at you. You've got a lot of nerve criticizing who I was sleeping with at all, after what you pulled.”

“The fuck you didn't. I get you wanting to lie to me but at least be fucking honest with yourself.”

Jane threw up her hands. “Why the hell do you keep turning up in my life? Why are you what fate keeps throwing at me every time things start going well?”

“Yeah, things were going really well for you before. Just think, instead of standing here in LA hating me you could be living in Australia with that gaslighting, abusive bag of dicks you were going to marry.”

“Yes, I've really cornered the market on bad decisions. Tell me, oh wise guru, what should I do now?”

Shannon grinned, his tongue planted firmly in his cheek as he gave Jane a dangerous look. “You could get on your knees and blow me. You were always good for that.”

“Okay!” My voice was much louder than I wanted as I stepped between them before Jane gave Shannon another well-deserved slap. “This is getting us nowhere.”

Jane was undeterred. “Yeah, that's me, the stupid slut that led you astray. It's all my fault,” she said sarcastically. “Jesus Christ, Shannon, when are you going to grow up and take some responsibility for your own fuck-ups?”

“Look, we're going back out on tour In a couple weeks. We won't even be in LA much longer. It shouldn't be hard to keep the two of them apart,” I said to Roger. “Why don't I give you my number...”

“Why, so you can blow him off when he calls too?” Jane demanded, her anger turning on me.

“Jane, I'm not even sure why you're mad at me. I tried to be there for you as a friend, and when you asked me to back off I did. I don't understand why you two are so pissed at me.”

“I said I needed some time, not … whatever in the fuck that phone call was.”

I thought back on the last few interactions I'd had with Jane. Had I misunderstood something? Had she? I looked at Roger but he was no help, jaw still set in that hard line as he fought to contain his temper. I had hoped when I dragged everyone back here that if Shannon and Jane couldn't at least come to some sort of understanding perhaps the other three of us could resume our friendship. Even though we hadn't really spent much time together it had felt like we had all known each other for years. We'd packed a lot of history into those few months. I thought we really had connected. Now I didn't know. Something had definitely happened, however, because emotions didn't run this high over people you didn't give a shit about.

“Jane...” I didn't know what to say or how to bridge this gap. ”I really don't understand. I guess I always thought that once you had worked through things we would talk again someday.” I turned to Roger. “Or you would call or …. something. Not this.”

Jane knitted her brow and looked at me like she had never seen me before. “If you still wanted to be friends then why the hell did you tell me not to bother calling you again?”

“I didn't...”I started to insist I had never said such a thing but then I remembered the last time Jane had called me. It had been a late night and I had had... company. The last email I had gotten from her had been strange, dismissive and nasty, so much so that I was taken by surprise when she had called. I was distracted then but now that I thought about it it probably came off as really rude. Still, I wasn't the one that had started that kiss off. “I don't..I didn't mean it like that. But come on, Jane. You're the one that said you weren't interested in a “man-whore like me” if I remember your phrasing correctly. That you knew I was only after one thing and that I needed to stop trying to "get with you". You know that email cut pretty deep.”

“What? I never said anything like that!”

“Yeah, you damn well did, Jane. I don't know if you got drunk and let your true feelings out or what the hell happened, but you said that and a few more things and honestly, it fucking hurt. I was just trying to be your friend.”

“No, I didn't say anything like that. I would remember. And I was completely sober, I quit drinking. Quit everything. There's no way I did it in a stupor of any kind.” Jane's voice had started out angry but it softened and turned to puzzlement as she finished. We stood looking at each other for a few minutes while we tried to sort out why we had such differing memories of the events. She was sure what she had done. I was sure what I had read. It didn't make any sense at all until Shannon began to laugh.

I think we all three turned our heads to him in unison. That cruel smirk was back, one I had never seen on him before. It was like I was witnessing some secret Shannon. I didn't like him. “What the fuck did you do?” I asked as realization started to set in. He didn't answer, just kept cackling like some sort of cut-rate movie villain. “Shannon, what the fuck did you do?”

“Gave you both what you deserve, that's what.” He shook his head as he looked back and forth between us. “You two getting all cozy the minute I was out of the picture. It made me fucking sick.”

Shannon walked back up to Jane and got in her face again, venom dripping from his voice. “I'm the one that was an idiot. I'm the one that was tricked into believing you were something you weren't. All I ever was was the consolation prize. You never stopped wanting Jared and the minute you thought you finally had his attention you couldn't get into his bed fast enough. You never gave a shit about me and you need to stop pretending like you did. It's obscene. It's sickening.”

“You hacked my email,” I supplied as the pieces fell into place. “Well, probably not you, but you got someone to do it for you didn't you?”

Shannon grinned, his face a mask of twisted pride. Roger had resumed his pre-fight stance and I would have thought things were going to come to blows for real this time but Jane spoke up next, her eyes full of tears and her lips trembling.

“I loved you, Shannon. You were never a consolation prize. You were the one for me, the one I could never forget, the one that stole my heart when I wasn't even looking.”

I remembered that night at the diner, after the incident in the treehouse, sitting across from Jane while she sobbed and spilled her guts. She had told me those very same things, and a lot more, things that had deeply bruised my ego at the time. I hadn't realized then how much I had fallen for her. It wasn't until I saw her again, until I stood by while she handed her heart over to Shannon and he disregarded it completely that I realized how deep my feelings for her went. It had hurt the first time to know that she had looked right past me and chosen Shannon. It was worse to watch her chose him again when he was treating her so badly. I wondered, if Shannon had shared with me what he had done, or what he had thought was truly going on between me and Jane, if I would have told him about those confessions she had made all those years ago, or if I would have kept it to myself. I guess it didn't matter now. He had been wrong and he had hurt people because of it and this was going to be a long time blowing over. “It wasn't like that, Shannon. She never lied to you. Not even a little.”

Shannon shook his head in disbelief. “Bullshit,” was all he said but I could hear the doubt that had crept into his voice.

“I loved you Shannon but you didn't care. I loved you Shannon, but you didn't believe me. I loved you, Shannon, but it wasn't enough for you. I loved you, Shannon, but you threw it all away. You broke my heart. You broke me. After all that, I'm the one who got to decide how to glue myself back together. If you didn't like what I chose then maybe you shouldn't have put me in that position.”

“How could you have loved me and slept with him?” Shannon demanded.

Jane's tears turned into sobs, but if Shannon thought they were tears of guilt he was about to be corrected. Her voice was barely audible as she turned her face back up to his, and the heartbreak evident in it left no room for doubt about her feelings. “How could you have loved me and slept with all of them?”

Well, here it was. The confrontation that had been four years in coming. I don't think either of them felt any better for it. I looked at Roger who shrugged and then nodded. It was time to separate them. I handed Roger my phone. “I'm going to take him to the car and then go find Chloe. Would you leave me your info so I can call tomorrow and we can talk through the rest of this? I think we've all had enough for one night.”

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forever-more-never-again · 6 years

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Burning (Scene 6/?)

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I stood ramrod straight at the intrusion of this stranger. The dark skinned man wearing the eyepatch simply continued to stare at me in silence after his initial introduction.

Finally the silence become so tense that I could feel Natasha shifting next to me. I decided to break the silence. “Nick Fury. My name is [Y/f/n] [Y/l/n]. Not phoenix.”

I walked around the table in the center of the room until I stood at the head. Everyone's eyes slowly following me. I could feel my nerves rising, but kept a show of cold indifference on my face.

“Please sit.” I gestured to the chairs. The team and the man named Nick Fury sat down. I was startled when the door opened and another person entered. The man looked familiar but I couldn't place him. He was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt and looked anxious to be here.

The Captain spoke up, drawing my focus to him instead of the man who walked in, “So [y/n], the floor is yours, you obviously have something to say, so say it.”

I straightened up. The tone in the Captain's voice stirred my anger slightly. He had no right to sound so judgemental when he was the one who forced me to come here.

“You’re right. I do have something to say. But Captain, do not forget that I helped you before, I believe you owe me a favor, do not presume to think I will break under pressure.” I looked away at a wall, “I have been put under worse than that and never broke.”

Steve had the grace to look abashed as I called him out, and I looked over and saw respect in the green eyes of the Black Widow.

I continued, “I was put under the impression that if I do not join this so called ‘Avengers team’ then I will be considered a weapon of destruction and taken into the care of the government. Is this true?”

Nick Fury nodded, “I am the director of Shield, the agency that helps run the Avengers branch. I personally talked to the US president and the Russian Government. They both agreed to not press charges or pursue imprisonment if you were part of the Avengers.”

I swallowed hard, “Okay. I once was the plaything for people who sought to control me. I will not allow that to happen again. So I want it stated clearly now. I will join this team, but I will not try to become your ‘buddy’” I walked around the table, looking each person in the eye, my wings softly rustling against my back at my agitation, “You will not dig into my past, you will not question me about my past. I will be allowed to leave the tower without the permission of anyone. And, “ I stopped right next to the Captain as I said my last stipulation, “ I will not allow any experiments or tests to be done on my person.”

Nick Fury interrupted the staring contest, “These are your stipulations. I agree to them. Everyone?”

I watched as one by one everyone slowly nodded, agreeing. I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders.

As Natasha stood up to come over to me, the man who I didn’t know spoke up suddeny, “Hi, [Y/n]? My name is Bruce Banner, but you might remember me as the Hulk.”

I tilted my head at that. This was the giant green man who raged and smashed during the New York attack?

He seemed to sense my confusion and let a small smile grace his features, “I know, totally different right?” He gestured to his small frame, “Trust me , you’ll learn about it in a while. But for now I have a question about what you were doing when the team went to extract you?”

That caught everyone else's interest as they realized they still didn't know what you had been doing in Siberia.

Natasha was closest, and I felt the need for human contact as I struggled to phrase this in a way that didn't pave the way for questions regarding my past. I leaned against Natasha’s side, unaware of how she seemed to tense before relaxing.

“To answer your question..Bruce, I will only say that I am looking for a particular Hydra Commander. I will not say who and I ask that you not press for more information, in regards to my stipulation about my past.”

I turned to Natasha, my wings subconsciously opening to enfold both of us. “Can you please show me where my room will be?”

The red headed nodded, as she turned to the door, I noticed a slight pink flush on her cheeks. My mind buzzed, was she embarrassed? Was she disgusted with my wings? At that thought, my wings immediately pulled back tight against my back.

So what, I thought, I’m not here to make friends. Who cares what these so called ‘heroes’ thought of my mutation?

But as I followed the red head through the halls, I couldn’t quite the small voice in my heart whispering that I did care what the Woman thought of me.

Natasha stopped in front of a door in one of the hallways, “Here is a key, there is also FRIDAY in case you lose it.”

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes miss. How can I help?”

I jumped as the british voice seemed to fill the air. I looked around for the person, my wings open in a protective stance. I heard Natasha laugh before she placed a hand on my shoulder. I tried to ignore how my heart skipped at the sound of her throaty laugh.

“Relax [Y/n] thats FRIDAY, he is an AI. He is connected throughout the tower, you can ask him anything. I doubt Tony has put your name in, but I wouldn’t doubt it.”

I calmed down, pulling my wings back in. “Oh. Thats….neat.”

Natasha bit her lip. My eyes caught the action. There was a moment before she seemed to realize we were still standing outside the room.

She quickly opened the door and led me inside. I shook myself from my daze and looked at the room.

Immediately I felt tense. It was bare of any feeling of living. The walls were white. There was one window looking out across New York. One king sized bed was pushed up against a wall, white sheets on it.

I felt claustrophobic. It was too much like the room I spent most of my life in. I didn’t realize I was hyperventilating until I felt Natasha leading me outside the room.

“Deep breath in, and out. Through the nose, out the mouth.” She kept repeating the words as her hands gently guided me to the floor.

I tried to breathe like she was saying, and slowly I felt the world stop spinning. I folded my hands over my head, my wings coming out to envelop me in a cocoon on the floor.

I tried to distract my mind from the images trying to break down the wall I had built when my wings felt a presence pushing them aside. I looked up to see Natasha squeezing herself into my cocoon. I adjusted my wings so that she wasn’t squished.

The Red head shot me a small smile. She came beside me, just sitting in silence with me. I took the time to really look at her. Her red hair came to rest on her shoulders, little wisps of it escaping and attempting to curl at the ends. She was still wearing her black stealth suit. I admired the way it hugged her body. Her face was soft, but I could see the years of harshness and bloodshed that she had been through in her eyes. The green orbs held a look that I had seen many times looking back at me in mirrors.

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azure7539arts · 7 years

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Prompt:Q notices the Minions are acting strange when anyone(especially the 00s) enter Q Branch. He learns they are all "Team 007"! Making sure NOBODY but Bond gets near Q.

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Factor 1: Appearance (87% approval)

Factor 2: Charms (95% approval)

Factor 3: Skills (92% approval; other areas still up for debate)

Factor 4: Compatibility (verbal spats that sound like flirting) (93% approval)

Factor 5: Loyalty (97% approval)

Factor 6: Caring (including bringing in tea and food) (85% approval)

Factor 7: Q-Branch briberyPresence in Q-Branch out of mission (8/10)

Factor 8: Sincerity (without baiting for new equipment) (89% approval)

There were rhythms to how Q-Branch worked. In time of crisis, everyone contributed and worked together at matching speed and a high level of synchronization, like a well-oiled machine, the sound of quick typing and humming of computers prevalent despite the occasional raised voices to announce reports and results.

Q had always appreciated this about his minions, and he had always made a point to congratulate them on a job well done whenever they had finished preventing another disaster from exacerbating and going tits up (even more so that it already was, that is).

“Ah, 004,” Q looked up from where he had been working at the central computer, adjusting his glasses. It had been a long day filled with 007 and his infuriating shenanigans again, in Seoul this time, and his eyes were itching some. “Welcome back. I trust Peru didn’t turn out too hot.”

004 grinned, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. “Hot would be an understatement,” she said, hazel eyes bright under the unforgiving fluorescent light as she regarded him.

However, before he could answer her, Jessica rushed over. “Q,” she called, there was an odd note of urgency in her voice. “There’s a document that you need to sign?”

He looked at her, eyebrow raised. “I’ll look at it once I’ve—”

“It’s a day late already, and the accounting department is harassing me about it.”

“Oh.” He blinked before making a slightly disgusted face. “They’re demanding the receipts for Project LL-03, aren’t they?”

In other words, Project Laser Lipstick Take 3.

When Jessica nodded quickly, he sighed and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Sorry, 004,” he turned to tell the agent. “Duty calls. R will oversee your equipment check-in.”

And with that, he followed Jessica away back into his office. Never once stopping to analyze the small sigh of relief that went about his entire department.

During normal working hours where the most chaotic a scene could ever get was in the face of a device exploding and triggering fire alarms overhead, the atmosphere was one of easy-going efficiency, a few screams of burnt eyebrows or singed hair or not.

All in all, Q knew how his minions worked—he had hand-picked them through tight selections after all. He was confident that he did.

“No, I’m here to see Q,” a familiar voice caught his ears, and he turned around to see 009 sauntering, literally ignoring Nathan’s slightly shaken questions by his side. But really, who wouldn’t be just a bit afraid of the Double-Os; these people were highly dangerous and reckless, and with a license to kill to boot as well. Traits that 007 was demonstrating remarkably well in Saudi Arabia right then, to Q’s dismay.

“009. You’re here for your equipment, yes?” Q approached him, spotting a few minions scurrying off somewhere out of his peripheral vision.

The man nodded, raven hair slicked back and hands in his pockets, a charming smile unfurling on his lips.

And suddenly, there was a scream, accompanied by: “Fire! FIRE!”

Q’s eyes widened, already turning there to see what was going on. “My apologies, 009, but it seems like R will have to outfit you this time.”

“But—”

Ly was already showing Kim from accounting, who everybody knew took every chance she could get to go down these tunnels, to the door. “Don’t worry,” she assured the woman briskly. “We’ll make sure Q receives the documents.”

“But—”

“There’s nothing to worry about. Jessica already promised she wouldn’t have them half-buried in the trash accidentally anymore.”

Jessica, who had been watching the whole ordeal, smiled and nodded innocently as if on cue.

“I have something to talk to Q,” Kim insisted. “Q!”

And heavy metal door slid closed behind her, successfully cutting her call off.

Q looked up from his drafting table, blinking. “What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing!” was the quick, general reply.

“I think it’s the draft!” One minion spoke up, and immediately, the others nodded in agreement.

“It’s been horrible lately, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes. Definitely so.”

Q frowned pensively before going back to work on the prototype idea he had been brewing for days now, which should have been realized on paper, at least, by then if it hadn’t been for James-Bloody-Bond’s pesky fiasco in Italy.

“Miss Moneypenny,” Nathan greeted, and instantly, he knew he was right when he said that, No, he couldn’t do this.

But then again, it was Eve Moneypenny. Secretary or not, the woman was a force of nature of her own. Who among them could even really go up against her?

Oh, why did R have to take her bathroom break now?

“Are those for Q?” he prompted. “I can make sure he gets it later—” She pulled the files out of his reach, and smiled in that attractive, supposedly benign way that sent cold shivers down Nathan’s spine. “—on…”

This was one of the reasons why they couldn’t afford to cross her off the list in the first place.

“I can do it myself, thank you,” she said, stilettos clicking decisively on the floor as she continued her strides into Q-Branch. “Where is Q anyway?”

“Uh… he’s busy!”

She scoffed softly. “Isn’t he always.” Her eyes spanned the entire room of minions who were working and decidedly trying hard not to look like they were paying keen attention to what was going on. “I’ll check the office first then.”

“Really, Miss Moneypenny,” he hurried to follow her, taking a breath and doing the brave thing: sliding to stand in front of her and successfully stopping her in her path. “I-I can take care of it.”

“Nathan.”

If he had only felt a bit of a shiver before, his stomach was positively dropping now, the one frosty word of his name creeping at the nape of his neck.

He turned around. Q was there just a distance away, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed in front of his chest. “Nathan,” he repeated, slowly. “What are you doing?”

Q stepped closer to the center of the room. “In fact, what have you all been doing? And don’t think I haven’t noticed what’s been going on.”

The entire branch fell silent.

Q sighed and turned to Eve, extending a hand. “I’ll handle this from here.”

“Oh no,” Eve replied, leaning one hip against a desk, amusement quirking her lips. “I’m quite fine where I am. Carry on,” she waved a hand, “I won’t disturb.”

Sucking in a breath that didn’t quite turn into a sigh, he turned his attention back to his minions, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Well?” he prompted again, impatient, arms crossed in front of his chest.

When no reply was forth coming, Q closed his eyes. “Answer me now before I put all of you on cleaning duty in TSS and volunteered technical assistance for the Help Desk.”

They all paled. And quickly, previously tightly-sealed lips were then stammering at the same time.

This was the reason why they weren’t active field agents.

Q frowned in exasperation but tried to listen anyway, and the only phrase that he was able to make out was this: “Team 007.”

“What in the bloody hell is ‘Team 007′?” Q snapped, turning now to inflict the entirety of his baleful glare on Nathan, who squeaked once.

Oh God, Nathan swallowed. Just why? “We’ve agreed that… I mean, after a lot of calculating and data-collecting, we decided that…” He attempted at stalling and looked around: his comrades seemed to have abandoned him in the middle of the battle field. Bugger them all to Hell. “We’re-team-007-and-Bond’s-the-most-worthy-agent-to-woo-you-so-far!” he blurted out in quick succession.

Q stood there, stock still, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate the proper response to this. And Eve’s sniggering wasn’t helping.

“First of all—” he began.

“Well, I have to say I’m flattered,” a familiar voice spoke up, and it was Q’s turn to stiffen. There Bond, James-Goddamn it-Bond, was, rugged with a hint of stubble on his face, most probably the direct result of his recent extended mission; tired, yes, but thankfully whole.

The man even had the audacity to smile that charming, disarming way of his.

“007,” he cleared his throat, straightening his back. “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

Bond rolled his shoulders in an easy shrug. “I hopped on the earliest flight back.” He smiled, striding in, posture all confident and very much at home. Well, to be fair, he had been spending an increasing amount of time down here whenever he was on British soil as of late. “Apparently the right decision, given the highly interesting conversation that’s going on here.”

Blue eyes looked around, and the minions ducked, some blushing out of embarrassment.

“Yes, apparently, I no longer have the right to decide on my own love life anymore,” Q said, directing this to the room at large. The minions were now practically disappearing under their cubicles. Scared, he was sure, of the punishment they knew Q was very seriously considering. Chastised, however, was a different matter altogether.

“How can you blame them?” Bond was now in front of Q, and in the full bright light of the central station, Q finally realized that the damning man was wearing that all-too-fetching navy blue suit of his. “They are just defending the best result of their little project.”

Q glared. “Don’t let this stroke your ego too much. Something must have malfunctioned somewhere in there. Faulty codes and all.” And no, the back of his neck wasn’t burning up.

“Come now, Q. You need to have some degree of confidence in your subordinates,” Bond implored.

“Yes, the same subordinates who purposefully nearly burnt down a quarter of our lab,” Q scoffed. Nathan was no longer anywhere to be seen.

“There are goals that are worth fighting for, after all.”

Q snorted, indignant. “What? Like your goal of wrecking every single piece of tech I give you?”

Bond hummed. “No,” he said, voice lowering a timbre and the hint of innocent nonchalance in it was just too strong for Q to ignore. “Like my goal of asking you out for dinner.”

Q’s eyes widened before he started flushing a wholesomely lovely shade of red.

“W-Wha—”

“Will you?” Bond smiled, encroaching rather too close now. However, Q detected no contrived playfulness in his eyes or tone. “Go out to dinner with me?”

Perhaps it took him a little long to process what was going on, but Q immediately jolted out of his mind when Eve nudged him in the ribs.

He smoothed down the front of his rumpled cardigan, cleared his throat after what suspiciously sounded like ‘must we do this here’, and said, “Yes.”

If Q-Branch had screamed and cheered that day, no one would be the wiser.

They were too far under ground to bother anyone anyway.

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wanderbitesbybobbie · 7 years

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REAL TALK: Things That WOULD Happen When You Decide To Move Abroad Alone

“Where are you from?”, that’s the usual question I would always get when I decided to move to Australia 9 months ago. It is a remarkable journey and living a thousand miles away from home taught me so much about life, love, and the things I am capable of that I never knew before. Mainly, the reason why I left was because I wanted to put myself in an uncomfortable situation where I will be pushed to be the best of what I can be. For many of us, living abroad is a huge leap of faith and courage and yes, I absolutely agree. It takes a lot of courage, most especially if you decide to move to another country all by yourself. It would change you in so many levels.

A lot of people would think that living abroad is a luxury, as you get to make money of bigger currency than your own. A lot would think that life would be easier because you wouldn’t have to deal with the countless predicaments happening in your homeland. But, tell you what. Here are some of the things that are bound to happen when you decide to leave your home behind and it’s nothing like a fairy-tale like what you’ve been imagining:

1. REBUILDING EVERYTHING FROM SCRATCH AND ADJUSTING TO LONELINESS

It’s not just about settling in a whole new environment and living in a new house and a new country. It’s also about figuring out how to perform your daily activities like learning your ABCs when you were still a child. It’s basically trying to discover how to literally start from zero. When I first came here, I had to familiarize myself with the new currency until I just got used to it. I had to learn how to catch the bus and educate myself with the railway system. I relied on maps (I still do until now), and it’s always about getting lost and finding your way back. Going to the supermarket, eating out and sitting on a table for one, listening to music with your headphones plugged in for hours while spending time alone, these are the kinds of things that are BOUND to happen.

It is an exciting feeling at first, but as time passes by, it’s also that feeling that would make you question why you are doing this. You would constantly start talking to yourself, asking yourself questions and answering those questions yourself. You will be left alone with nothing but your own thoughts. At the end of the day, you have yourself only. The feeling of loneliness would always linger. Even though you are with your new found friends, it’s always a different feeling when you are talking to someone from home.

2. YOU WILL GET REJECTED AT SOME POINT

The moment I stepped foot in Sydney, my first priority was to find a job that would sustain my expenses here. Sydney, as a matter of fact, is one of the most expensive cities in the world. Of course, I had to find a job that is somehow parallel to the unbelievably high cost of living. I thought it would be easy, as I am an experienced chef technologist back home with a Bachelor’s Degree and all that comes in between. But apparently, that’s not always what would make you “QUALIFIED”. Your level of education would not make you the best candidate for the role. It’s not your nationality, it’s not your gender, nor your age. In my industry, it’s always your skill that is the most relevant. They wouldn’t care if you have a Masters Degree, a PhD, a PRC License, or whatever. I have been rejected several times and I constantly asked myself why until I figured it out. I also experienced getting fired in the sales industry. It might be a little embarrassing to say, but let us all admit. Not everyone of us has the ability to do sales.

It might not just be career-wise, but also in other aspects of living abroad. Struggles like finding a house to live in, trying to get medicare, and finding the right person to tell your frustrations is a never-ending ordeal.

3. THE STRUGGLE OF FITTING IN

The thing is, when you decide to move in a country outside your own, you will always have that destitution of trying to fit in. Cultural difference is often a set-back and language barriers would always draw you to the ground. Questions like “How do I say this nicely and without being rude in their language?” or “Would they accept me even if I’m not originally from here?”

It is something that I have fully accepted when I decided to move to Australia. No matter what I do, I am still a citizen from another country. I have no roots here, therefore I would never fit in 100 percent. This is not my home, but I would be forever grateful that Australia has allowed me to call it my second home. Somehow, I receive some of the benefits of living in a first-world country and I am being treated fairly. I receive good education and my instructors and colleagues would treat me like I am their own. That is good enough for me perhaps. If there’s one thing that I have learned here, it’s to never isolate yourself from the people that you would meet along the way. Keep an open-mind and be welcoming of others’ opinions and backgrounds.

4. MAKING LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK

One of the hardest parts of living abroad on your own is the fact that you live further away from the people you love. Idealistically , it’s easier with technology nowadays because we now have Viber, Skype, Facebook, and all other social media platforms that would allow us to keep in touch with our loved ones. However, there would always be a down fall. It’s a niche, communication is the most essential part in a long-distance relationship. For the people back home, it tends to be easier because somehow they are in their comfort zone, living with their families and having their own sets of friends around them. But, for the person living abroad it’s a whole new struggle. The worries of miscommunication, fear of being left out, and the sense of belonging would tear you apart. It is a relentless battle with time most especially if there is a time difference.

Questions and phrases like “Are they OK?” , “I wonder what they’re doing back home”, “It’s meal time there, I wonder if they’ve already eaten.”, “What are they having for lunch/dinner?”, “I wonder where they are at the moment.”, “Are they thinking about me?” You are constantly missing them. No matter how hard you try, there will always be a part of you that is longing for them.

Even if you are not a clingy type of person, the feeling of wanting to belong in their daily lives even if you’re far apart would make you cling even more. It is heartbreaking that some of them would never understand you and what you are going through while you are far away from home.

5. FEELING GUILTY ALL THE TIME

Admit it, deciding to live abroad is factually a selfish choice. Yes, it takes guts and extraordinary amount of motivation. You would think of it is an adventure and it is actually good that you are doing what you want to do and going to where your dreams are taking you. However, it is DEVASTATING to your parents and loved ones. No matter how hard they try to keep it from you, they are sad that you left.

I am blessed to have a Mom who supports me all the way, but I know that in exchange of my thrilling quest to find myself is her grief. This is the first time that I have been separated from my Mom over a long period. In my entire years of existence, I have been beside my Mom. From doing the groceries, shopping clothes, walking our dog, I do everything with Mom. When I left for Sydney, my Mom did an impressive job of hiding her tears from me. She was holding it in. The fear of having her precious daughter miles away from her, living in a country where cultural views are far from what we were used to is always there. My Mom showed me how to be brave, and for that I am forever thankful.

Making the decision of moving abroad is a massive step. It simply allows you to explore the world and open opportunities. It teaches you so much about independence. It is definitely a challenge. At the very end it is still worth it because nothing worthy comes easy. 🙂

“There is a palpable fear to living in a new country, and though it is more acute in the first months, even year, of your stay, it never completely evaporates as time goes on. It simply changes. The anxiousness that was once concentrated on how you’re going to make new friends, adjust, and master the nuances of the language has become the repeated question “What am I missing?” As you settle into your new life and country, as time passes and becomes less a question of how long you’ve been here and more one of how long you’ve been gone, you realize that life back home has gone on without you.” – Chelsea Fagan

REAL TALK: Things That WOULD Happen When You Decide To Move Abroad Alone was originally published on WanderBitesByBobbie

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