#The man always puts in his 110% when it comes to her and a simple chat over tea would be no different
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COLORS
A/N: No smut, sorry. Written for @princessstevens if she's silk still on tumblr. Based on this picture
"Kellan, call me when you get this," I say hanging up before walking into my building.
He never checks his voicemail so I send him a text too asking him to call me. We go to different schools, he's in the Bachelor's program at Brandman for Business and I'm at Alan Hancock for Art. I know he's probably driving right now or doing something. I remember when I met him, three months ago at Target of all places. I typically don't even shop at Target, I go to Walmart, but I was in there and so was he with his cute ass. I fell in love in the hair section. I was actually stalking him on my way to the body wash, but he was standing in the hair aisle getting conditioner for his thickass curly hair. We were a match made in heaven.
"Hey mama," I greet on my way to the kitchen to cook the pack of chicken sitting out in the sink.
"How was school? Take that trash bag out for me," she says before I can respond.
I look in the trash and change the bag, taking the old one to the chute before washing my hands in the empty side of the sink. The moment I rip open the pack of chicken and start washing it, Kellan calls.
"MAAAA, CAN YOU GET THAT?"
She wanders over fast and answers it having her own conversation with my man as I clean chicken. It sounds like they're talking about how his week has been, his classes, and something that's got ma laughing up a storm behind me. I didn't know Kellan was such a comedian. Something about this seems reversed. I keep waiting but I never get the phone so when I heat the oil and start dredging the chicken, I decide to butt into their conversation and ask.
"Uh, ma, can you put it on speaker so I can talk to him, he called to talk to me!" I start putting the chicken in the hot oil.
"Oh hold on, Kellan, my daughter is here getting her knickers in a twist," she mutters putting the phone on speaker. "I think she wants your attention now all to herself."
Kellan snickers. He and my mama are always teaming up on me like it's funny.
"I know you not laughing," I threaten at the phone, dropping chicken in the pan. "I've been trying to talk to you all day because I missed you but you wanna talk to my mama for-" I look at the time, "Five whole minutes."
"Awww, this baby.. she jealous," Kellan chuckles. "I think she mad you like me more than her."
"Keep acting like you tryna take my Mama from me, nigga. I ain't down with no incestuous shi-stuff," I pause genuinely mad. "You ain't finna be my man and act like my brother, I got a brother. That's nasty."
I don't know why I get mad, but I do. I love my mama. She's mine, not his.. I love Kellan, but he be annoying me for real with that shit because my mama gets too into it like she's not playing. She really does like him more than me. He doesn't understand that and keeps rubbing it in my face.
"You got one more time and you ain't coming over here no more."
"That's our mama's decision," he jokes. I cringe.
"Exactly," she adds.
I put the tongs down and walk out going to my room and shutting the door. I was gonna tell him about COLORS and invite him to come with me but he's pissed me off and now I don't want to talk to him. My mama doesn't even bring my phone right away, it's two more minutes of them still talking. When she brings it, I yell that I don't wanna talk to him. "Well finish the chicken," she directs. I do it.. but I'm still irritated.
"And then when he finally calls me back he doesn't even wanna speak to me. Too busy playing mama's boy to a woman who's not even his mama," I vent at the table watching Yaya's thinned lips stretch in silent judgement across from me. I know she doesn't agree with me, but she's not in my shoes.
"You gotta understand he's just getting comfortable. Your mom's probably trying to be accepting. He's your boyfriend."
"No." That's not it, it's not that simple. "He will dead call for her and ignore me. She doesn't care what I do in a day and I can't get her to look at my art for more than two seconds but he gets her undivided attention. He's only known her for three months."
"That's how it is sometimes," she shrugs. I shake my head.
"No. That's not how it is, and if it is I can't be doing this. No, ma'am."
Her finger raises and I shut up as she takes a call. I didn't even hear a ring, but based on her face she's not liking whoever it is on the phone or what they have to say. She has that stank face that she gets when someone's got her twisted. Meanwhile, the waitress pops back up.
"Ready to order or do you guys need a few more minutes?"
"You must got me fucked up," Yaya blurts causing the server's brow to raise as she looks from Yaya to me. She only asked what we were ordering.
"We're ready to order," I smile. Quickly she takes her pen from her pile of blonde hair.
"I'm not working Friday after I already said I needed that day off," Yays waves to me to order for her since she's on the phone. I know what she'd order. The server looks from her again back to me readying her paper and pen.
"She'll take the fried chicken with mac and collards. I'll take the house cheeseburger with fries.. thank you," I nod as she walks away. I take a sip of my iced tea, wiping the condensation from the glass onto my dress and leaning forward with my hands in my lap.
"Right, but I said it back in July so you'd know I'd need this Friday off. It's in writing, do I need to pull it up," Yaya threatens to whoever is on the phone. I wonder what's going on on Friday. "Yes, pull it up and look at the email.. uhuh.. Yes, so Fri-day I will NOT be there," she enunciates. "Correct… Uhuh, buh-bye!" She rolls her eyes and hangs up shaking her head at me and I know the frustration well, we work at the same Michael's. It's awesome, but our manager is very manipulative. I sip my tea thinking about it.
"You need to be the manager." I wish she were the manager.
"Pur!.. and Dean needs to go," she laughs sipping her coke. "How's your Fiverr going?"
"Oh girl I got some gigs, I've made about $110 from it so far."
"Okay! I'm on Upwork I made about $200."
"Damn. Well I'm looking at working at the Children's Museum for more money."
"True, I saw that position too.. but don't overextend yourself. I'm not.. because we still need to finish with these classes and get our art portfolios together and we ain't finna graduate late-tuh!"
I know, but I also need money.
When our food comes, we get refills on our drinks and that's when she comments on the restaurant, after she bites into her chicken. It's both of our first time coming in, but it's right near our college which is why we decided to give it a shot for lunch. It's called Urban Hangout and that's exactly what it looks like, a coffee shop to hang out in and just sit. The food is really good too.
"So what you got going on Friday," I ask dipping and shoving fries in my mouth one by one.
"Tuh, Friday? Nothing I just needed a day to myself and that's the day I'm taking," her lips pout when I laugh.
"That's smart! I'm glad you ain't let Dean try to sucker you like he be trying." I lean in. She's curling her finger like she needs to tell me something. "He's famous for shit like that -What," I whisper quickly. She waves her hand aggressively for me to stop talking.
"Meg.. you know that guy over there," her eyes flicker to my left. My head stays still but my eyes briefly follow hers to a quiet looking guy sitting at a table alone with an art pad and a beanie on covering his ears and eyebrows, eyes focused down as he draws.
"Mm-mm, no.. Never seen him in my life.."
"Well he keeps looking over here at you, I think he drawing you." She bites her chicken and sips her coke as I stare.
Me? Why he couldn't be drawing her, why does she assume it's me? I take another look at the guy but turn my head too far and end up making eye contact when he looks up. He looks different than I thought he would now that I can see more of his face. He blinks like he's waiting to see what I'm a do so I get up and sit across from him. He's really cute, though I got a man. There's nothing wrong with being nice, I tell myself.
"You go to Alan Hancock?"
The corner of his mouth lifts as he looks straight at me. He has long eyelashes and pretty, full kissable lips. I sit a little straighter. If I weren't already three months deep in a relationship I'd give him my number. He focuses back on his artpad, sketching, his eyes moving back and forth between my face and his paper with new energy. I look over at Yaya wondering if she sees what I see and she's smiling like she knows what I'm thinking. She knows my type, brown skin and bearded. He looks like he has a nice build under the loose shirt. And he draws.
"You speak..?" He doesn't respond. I'm starting to think he's deaf and cute. Maybe he can read lips, both sets. I wave and when he looks up, I point to my lips. "What's your name?" He only and smiles, his eyes creased at the corners, still sketching away.
I decide to just sit still and wait until he's done to see the picture, curious of his skill level. If he doesn't go to Hancock for art, then dammit he should.
Suddenly he stops, looks his page over seriously, and hands me the artpad across the table. He watches me for my reaction. It's a full rendering of my face in great detail and he's made me look beautiful. He's even got my negro nose with the piercing down to the shape of my eyebrows. My locs are accounted for and he put texture on them. Next to that is a full sketch of me sitting at my table, leaning onto the table with the straw in my mouth to drink. He's even got the print of my dress down. Only thing is he's added a realistic looking flower behind my ear in both pictures and I'm not wearing a flower. I look up briefly, curious.
His smile returns as he sees my head tilt with a question in my eyes about the flower. Going into his backpack beside him, he gently pulls out a lively bright golden yellow flower handing it to me. I look to Yaya, who looks equally surprised while I show off my flower. She's fawning.
"Is this how you pick up girls," I smirk smelling it. It's real and I'm geeked. I tuck it behind my ear like suggested by the drawing. Taking his pad, he writes a message on the page and hands it back to me.
24 hours of silence in memory of black women killed by police brutality. My older sister was one and she loved daffodils. I've been giving daffodils to black women all day. This is my last one.
I look up at his warm eyes but now I see traces of sadness.
"When did she die," I whisper unsure of whether to speak or write now. He takes the pad and writes.
2 years ago today.
My heart breaks for him and I hold my heart looking over at Yaya who has no clue what's going on. I'll have to fill her in when I get back over there. In the meantime, I do my best to communicate that I'm truly sorry for his loss.
"Can I have this," I point to the paper. He frowns comically shaking his head and takes his pad back writing again.
I'd rather keep it. I like how it came out.
Can't say I don't understand him as an artist because there are times when you look at your work and love it too much to let it go. Still, it is my face. He smiles seeing my disappointment. I nod deciding to let it go and stand to head back to my table. By the time I sit down, he's up with his things and leaving the cafe. I let Yaya into the loop and she sympathizes looking over to the space where he previously sat.
In class, my eisele faces the window and I start my under painting which is a wash of the background.
"How did you get yet another picture in the hall," I turn to ask Yaya after thinking about it for a good few minutes. She grins with her tongue out between her teeth.
"I keep telling you, taking outside classes and going to workshops really helps you develop in realism."
"I keep saying I'm going to," I sigh as I plop my brush in water. She sweeps her brush across her canvas back and forth.
"You're lazy. That's why you haven't had anything in the hall."
"No, but why can't I just practice and learn from the classes I'm already paying for," I groan. "Otherwise why am I paying?"
"Because you can't, suck it up. You want to be in the hall or you wanna be average?"
"I wanna make $200 on Upwork."
"Up your skill set and you can," she points to my canvas with her detail brush adding insult to injury.
"Bitch, I'm trying!" Honest, I am. I've improved on my own a great deal but I've still never sold like she has. Her art is in THE HALL.
At Allan Hancock College, only the best student work lines the white brick walls of the art halls. The best of the best make it to the glass display. Every visitor to the building had to pass through the art hall and without meaning to, they stop to admire the art almost without fail. Sometimes the art sells for prices upwards of $300. Colorful portraits, hyperrealistic paintings of still life and everyday objects.. Needless to say, the hall is the goal of every art student and the golden standard to aspire to.
"That's pretty," Francis smiles in passing on the way to his easel. He's referring to my self-portrait. I started with the background and now I'm painting my skin tone. Glancing over to his station, I move from my spot to take a look at his canvas.
"Aww, look at Gravy lil fat self!" He's painting his lil fat French bulldog. "Wait a minute... Francis, you got better!.."
"I went to a painting workshop this past weekend, it was a bring your dog paint and sip night. You should've seen all of the puppies! I met a few new people too, 100% reccomend."
"You talkin bout COLORS," April jumps in from behind. Instantly I look at Yaya and she looks at me.
"I love COLORS, I'm telling you, I go there all the time. I've learned so much skill-wise and every day they have something different going on," Francis says. "You ever been?" The question is to me, but before I can answer, April cuts in.
"Y'all need to go on a Saturday night," she smirks.
"I went Sunday, it was fun. Had a lil wine," Francis adds.
"Exactly, no.. Go Saturday Night it's portrait and figure drawing night but there's always a live model and 9 times out of 10 they're always fine." She goes to her portfolio and pulls a painting of a nude black woman. Her strong features are in great detail I notice as I appraise it. This could be in the hall too if she were serious.
"Damn, I been going the wrong day, sign me up," Sheena cuts in. I ain't even see her behind me. "I wanna go, but I wanna paint a woman," she says causing Francis to look back playfully.
"We know."
"Look, I'm going this Saturday night if y'all wanna meet me there," Yaya announces as she focuses on her picture reminding me that I need to head back to mine. "Let me know and I'll get us a table. Just everyone chip in since I'm using my card."
It seems like everyone plans to go. "I'm going too," I say not wanting to be left out.
"Oh I know you are," Yaya's brow raises. I turn my lip up playfully. Kellan would've been bored there anyway he doesn't have an artistic bone in his body. He's like my mom, not interested.
Cutting the engine on my mama's car, I exit the gps and call Yaya.
"Hey. Where you at, I ain't see your car?"
"I'm coming. I'm a few minutes away, wait for me."
"I see Sheena and Francis standing outside. I can claim our station, it's fine. Just meet me inside," I tell her and on entering the urban paint bar with Sheena and Francis directly behind me, the walls are dust free and eggshell white. The overhead fixtures bring white artificial light. The floors are a light sandy wood, finished for easy clean. It looks way better than the outside, bigger too.
Francis leads the way to the desk/register/information center and I grab a brochure advertising a gallery showing that's supposed to happen.
"Hey we have a reservation for five under Yaya. 8PM," he states and we're escorted to a warm white brick space with finished wood floors easy for cleaning. Still there are plastic tarps. There are three other small groups with clustered easels signifying a division, each group with a corresponding table. Our table is table three and we order a bottle of red wine which comes around the same time as April and Yaya. We're all here and ready.
April and Francis take control since they've been to COLORS. They secure our palletes, paints, and brushes.
"Let's make it a competition," April suggests.
"You're on," Yaya points. We're all in, prepping our canvases before the model arrives and when the door reopens we all look up. "IT'S HIM," Yaya gasps echoing my thoughts. He looks just as stoic and reserved as the first time we saw him. I wave catching his eye and jog toward him stopping with my hands on my hips.
"You gotta be an art student," I gape up at him realizing he's taller than I remember. "You everywhere we be!" His lips pout in the tiniest smirk and I wonder if he's still not talking. "My bad, yes or no questions only. Nod for yes.. Are you an art student?"
He shakes his head no.
"Wow wow wow, you in school?"
He nods.
"I really wanna ask you where I'm about to start guessing schools."
Raising a finger to say wait, he proceeds to lightly grab my upper arms and shift me from his path like I'm in the way. I'm offended!
He heads to the middle point of the room which houses a small platform with a few props.
"Ohh," I mouth watching him pull of his thin but loose long sleeved purple vneck. "Dayum!"
I head back to my easel and my group has the same expression. This man looks like a gym rat. I suspected as much but you really couldn't tell through the shirt and that seems to have been on purpose. He's not like me, I flex hard af when I know I look good.
"Professionalism," I remind my classmates. "Y'all seen a naked body before. We are artists, we do not ogle... We respect the human form."
I'm half joking because I know it's normal to have a reaction, but they take me seriously and go into mature mode. Then the man takes off his ripped skinny jeans revealing strong, long, lean calves and solid, defined thighs. He's standing in burgundy briefs that expose that he's working with a monster. Big boy status in those briefs.
It's not like I've never seen a penis, Kellan's is not small. It's not as girthy as this guy's.. but it's similar in length. I'm glad he's not hear to see me damn near simping over this model. That could've been extremely awkward.
I look at the other groups and they seem to be really mature about it. I watch their eyes to see if they're faking composure but quickly change my mind and mind my business. It's a good time to grow up myself.
Then the briefs come off. I keep my face neutral but I see from the corner of my vision that the big boy is hanging. It's been a whole strip tease, I'm almost nervous to look up because my poker face is too fragile. Instead, I start with his face and upper body and jump to his legs based on my view of him. His side is turned to me. I mix my colors for the tonal differences in his skin, accounting for shadows and highlights. I want this portrait to look as good, no.. BETTER than the one he did of me in the cafe. I also want to win this little painting competition. I work on getting the color placement blocked out and accurate and then I follow up with blending and details. His hair is one of my favorite things to paint and I'm confident no one's touching me on that.
He moves around every so often to give the ones who request it a closer look. I don't mind it because he's good at returning to his mark and exact position. Also the lighting doesn't change.
I get his whole body down nearly, left with the gap between his v-cut and his thighs. It's childish but instead of drawing his penis, I start painting in the props. I paint the blue vase and the small stand holding the half full water bottle he keeps taking little breaks to sip from.
"Anyone else hot," I whisper blousing my shirt to give myself air underneath. April takes it as a sign to walk around our easels to look at our canvases and we do the same with each other's. Instantly I realize my painting isn't as good as I thought it was and that I can do better.
"You missed a whole part," she comments inspecting my painting carefully. She's looking at the way I painted his locs. I definitely succeeded there. "You just not gonna give him a dick?"
"I'm not done, I couldn't really see it from this angle," I lie. "I'm just gonna paint a modesty leaf."
"That'll ruin your pretty picture, I've seen your leaves," Francis grimaces. "It's a small part, you can finish it we have time."
I wanna tell him it ain't that small. That thing is big. Instead I pick up the brush to deliberate.
"Hey, could you come just a little closer, please? She's trying to see from the side," April points to me and when he comes closer, I have no excuse.
"Helps to paint it if you look at it maybe every once in a while," he deadpans. I freeze momentarily to look him in the eye. He thinks he's clever.
"Oh you talk now," I smile sarcastically. His small answering smirk shows no malice, purely teasing.
"I like to let people talk who like to talk."
"Yeah aight." I have to look. I start filling in the missing part of his body and when I glance left, Yaya is smirking at me. It's subtle, but I know her and I ignore her.
Kellan wouldn't understand me standing up here sipping wine and drawing dicks with a naked man so close to me. I don't think I'll tell him. That's not something I care to explain and I don't have to, it's art not sexual. I make sure I copy the smooth transition from brown to pinkish-brown on the tip of the dick. I get the healthy shine and the light pull of the balls which are big. He's clean shaven or waxed, I don't know which. When I've got the gist of it he returns to his original position.
"What's your name anyway," I call out. I can't be the only one curious.
"What importance is a given name? The universe will mold us into what we're truly meant to be."
"Erik. His name is Erik," a girl from table four says with a humored sigh. "Ignore him, he's a troll."
"That's a label you've chosen for me. You're a white woman, you are not the universe. Only black women can attempt to perceive me."
"Shut.. up," she groans. It's hard to tell but I'm starting to see he likes mixing his genuine responses with satire. It's confusing. He could be a hotep or he could be fishing. But why would hotep be a nude model? Are there hotep nude models who hand out flowers and draw in cafes?
"Let's compare," Yaya announces and we all vote on the winner with feedback from the other groups who actually consist of nice people. Yaya wins, no surprise there. I'm still proud of my painting. It's my best so far. I wish I could show it to my mama and my man without them viewing it as something perverted.
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From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 40)
Sometimes she doesn't recognize herself. Especially not these days, not with her hair still shorter than usual and her belly so swollen. Not with the clothes she now wears and the makeup that she doesn't.
She has felt this so many times before but she hasn't done so in such a long time. And, spirits, the disconnect has come back with a vengeance. For some reason it is more noteworthy today. Maybe it is a product of silence and too much time to think while Atsu is in school and Hajime is at work.
Maybe she should go into town and find something to do, someone to talk to instead of dwelling on the disjoint between her body and her mind.
Maybe she should set off to find something that reminds her of the old her. But then it becomes a matter of balancing--finding something that takes her back to herself but without dragging up the demons she has been fending off for so long.
She lays against the pillow with a long and drawn out sigh, her fingers absently brushing over the bump. Not for the first time she wonders just who the hell she is; she wonders if Azula and Rikka truly are one and the same or if she has severed Azula away. She wonders if it would be a bad thing if she had--Rikka is significantly easier to love.
Rikka hasn’t any past to feel or misdeeds to regret.
But Azula has plenty. And sometimes Rikka feels the pains of them. There is no severance, not even the possibility of it, she decides.
Decide as she might, the disconnect still lingers in her mind, even when logic has already deduced that Azula and Rikka can never be separate. Even when logic deduced that they share not just a face and body but one mind no matter what name she puts to it.
She wishes that logic could be enough to ward off the feeling. She sits herself upright, if she lazes around any longer, the baby will begin its restless kicking. It always does.
But swollen ankles and feet don’t exactly inspire her to get up. She sighs and pushes herself up anyhow.
She had every intention of going out for some fresh air but she finds herself sitting in front of the mirror. It should have been only a brief thing, a simple task. All she had to do was run a brush through her locks and dress herself. She gets as far as taking her sleep shirt off and reaching for her day clothes.
She should know better than to get anywhere near a mirror when she feels any manner of a disconnect and yet she had trusted herself to stand before one. Her grip on the shirt slackens. This time she is alone in the reflection.
This time she can only lock eyes with herself.
This time she will hold that stare until she has forced the disconnect away.
She finds that staring just doesn’t cut it and so she holds up her hand, if only to make sure that her reflection will do the same. Not that it hasn’t given a perfect imitation of her every gesture so far. Of each twitch of her hand and each flicker of an expression.
She touches her hand to the mirror, meeting the fingertips behind the glass. And when simply seeing the motions imitated does nothing to bridge the disconnect, she touches her cheek. Her reflection does the same. She brushes her fingers over the opposite hand, runs them through her hair.
She feels along the bump, she thinks that she can feel the baby stir. She thinks that she can feel reality slipping more securely back into place.
And so she feels for her pulse. Holds her fingers there for the longest time just breathing. Inhaling and exhaling until security returns. And in the steady rhythmic beat, she does come back to herself.
It isn’t just logic that tells her that she and Rikka are not separate. It isn’t just logic that tells her that Azula isn’t an invader in Rikka’s body. She can feel it now, her mind does belong to the body it inhabits.
She is glad that Hajime and Atsu aren’t there to catch her standing topless and seemingly pointlessly in front of the mirror. Granted, Hajime has grown used to some of her more disorganized behaviors.
Azula finishes dressing her body and brushing her hair. Finishes grooming herself.
There is no Rikka and Azula. There is only Azula and the false name she had applied to the the real mind and person behind it.
She double checks that the house is locked before slipping quietly out the door and into town. It would do her well to talk to a stranger every now and then.
That day she learns that she can help herself.
.oOo.
"Dad and I are going hunting, come with us?"
In less than ten words her life changes again. She hadn’t realized that things can change so startlingly fast. She is used to the much more gradual sort.
Regardless of speed, she doesn’t know how many more changes she can take.
How many changes like these.
She is cold, so very cold…
She still struggled to stuff herself into so many layers of clothing. One large sweater and a first coat are easy enough but Sokka always had to help her tug on the overlaying parka and that morning was no different. She thinks that he enjoys doing so, he always ruffles her hair before flipping the hood over too far over her head. As she had done every time before that she had pushed the hood out of her eyes and swatted him with all of her might--it was ineffective between the padding of her own gloves and the layers that Sokka was buried under. He had laughed so hard and she thinks that Katara might have even stifled one before going back to scorning the firebender’s very existence.
She wonders if Katara is as worried about her as she is worried about her father and brother. At the very least, if she is worried at all. Even slightly.
Sokka hasn’t laughed in a while…
Hakoda had placed a spear in her hand. “It’ll be easier than taking your gloves off every time you want to firebend.”
She respected his sharp thinking. At least she knew that she wasn’t hunting alongside an incompetent man. But sometimes all the competence and quick thinking in the world isn’t enough to trump circumstance.
The goal was to sack a few arctic hens and maybe a puffin-seal or two. “You bag it, you skin it.” Hakoda remarked at the end of his lesson in spear throwing. She couldn’t imagine that it would be too much harder than aiming lightning. She remembers wondering if the man was joking about making her skin her catches. “I’ve skinned an animal before when I was in the grasslands, I can show you how if you’d like.”
Her jest was well received. The man had given her a sturdy pat on the back, a gesture not unlike Sokka slinging his arm over her shoulder. “I think that you’ll be a great help today.” The man had nodded. “We’re going to be hunting for the whole village. Us and Bato and his crew.”
And with those words they had bid Katara a goodbye.
With those words they had begun a hunt that should have been successful.
A hunt that was in the beginning.
She is bleeding so much. Or she would be, had the cold not sealed her wound by freezing the blood.
Sometimes her life replays itself in her mind.
She supposes that, in the end, she had shaped herself into a decent person. The sort that will be missed...
Between the three of them they had taken down seven arctic hens and one puffin-seal. Sokka carried four of the hens and she three. At least until the puffin-seal fell. It had been her shot, her killing blow and she wanted to carry the thing. “Firebender pride is one mighty force.” Hakoda had rolled his eyes. She thinks that she had earned a certain respect in lifting the creature. It was heavy without a doubt, heavier than her by some ten pounds. Maybe fifteen. But her determination had a weight of its own, a significantly heftier one.
Her arms still ache from the endeavor. She would have let Hakoda carry it if she had known that she would need her energy to carry Sokka.
She wonders how much respect his father would have had for her if they hadn’t gotten separated.
Truth be told she wishes that she hadn’t taken the seal down so fast. They wouldn’t have had any extra time if she hadn’t. Sokka wouldn’t have been able to make his proposal if they had hunted even a few minutes longer.
“There’s a glacier that I’d love to show Azula, can we go dad?”
“I don’t think so, Sokka. Not today.” He had pointed to the sky. Azula thought that the world looked somehow dimmer. Dimmer in the same way that fog mutes a landscape.
“We still have a few hours.” Sokka had insisted. “I think that she would really like the glacier.” He turned to her. “It’ll be the second prettiest thing you see in the tribes--third if you count me! You’ll love it I promise.”
And maybe she would have if she had gotten to see them.
She wishes that she would have been more adamant in her refusal.
They had made it to the glacier.
“I’ll wait for you out here.” Hakoda had propped himself up at the mouth of the icy architecture.
Mistake number two.
She wonders if the man had entered the glacier to look for them. To warn them to stay put until the storm passed. Maybe that would have been smarter but she had dreaded the idea of getting sealed away in there in the Water Tribe equivalent of a cave in. Dreaded the notion of being trapped under miles of snow and ice. She had practically dragged Sokka out into the open of the tundra.
Mistake number three.
She had been such a fool to trust her inexperienced, fear-driven instincts over Sokka’s decade of experience and the knowledge that had probably been passed down to him since birth.
All those years ago, the tides might not have commanded her ship, but the frosty winds certainly command the tundra and everything that walks within it.
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For those of you wondering how Azula carried a seal, we will pretend like puffin-seals are like subantartic fur seals which, on average, weigh around 110 pounds. Azula is a strong lady, I firmly believe that she can lift that much. Fight me if you disagree. (ง'̀-'́)ง
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Lukanette June 2021 Day 26 - Do Not Disturb
Another for @lukanettejune
Thank you lovebug community for your support. Because of you lovely lovebugs I was encouraged to post this...I just hope it doesn’t suck too much I edited it a few times and it’s late...I just wanna post.
I think the alternate title for this fanfic is “The Laws of the ‘Do Not Disturb’ Sign,”
Also this may just be my first Alya salt...Then again a majority of my Miraculous fanfics are alternate universe where Alya is a much better friend.
But this fanfic still contains Alya being Alya. And if you can’t handle Alya being Alya (like I can’t!) then you may want to advert your eyes!
Also as you lovebugs may have suspected from my preview...There is a few instances of sexual innuendo...Nothing big enough for me to slap on the mature rating though...
So without further ado...
"What are Marinette and Luka doing?" Alya asked.
Marinette and Luka and all their friends were all vacationing at a resort. Alya and Nino decided to meet up with Marinette and Luka at their hotel room.
Although it is 9:30 in the morning, their hotel room door already has a "do not disturb" sign hanging on the doorknob.
Alya and Nino were absolutely bewildered.
"I know Luka and Marinette have a sickenly sweet romance, but this is ridiculous!" Nino said.
Alya was ready to disregard the sign and knock on the door, but Nino took her hand before she could knock.
"We should respect the rules of the sign," Nino said. He was a bit disturbed thinking about what Luka and Marinette could possibly be doing at this time of the day.
Alya was also ready to text them, but Nino encouraged her not to.
"They don't want to be disturbed Alya, I think that includes phones!" Nino said.
Alya ignored her and tried to call Marinette, but a revelation hit her like unexpected rainfall.
"Her phone is on 'do not disturb' too!" Alya cried.
"Must be serious," Nino said.
Alya sighed, and she and her boyfriend decided to leave, but she stopped for one moment to look back at the door.
"Well, we came to the resort to vacation, so they better not ditch us for the sake of wrecking a hotel room!" Alya cried, not caring if hotel guests passing by gave her slight side-eyes.
Nino placed his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder. "It could be anything, Alya."
But after two hours, their other friends started to wonder when Alya single-handedly told everyone. Marinette and Luka were still nowhere to be seen.
Adrien and Kagami started to stop by next, and the two of them stared at the door for a good 3 minutes, wondering just what on earth the two were up to.
"We should respect the law of the 'do not disturb' sign," Adrien said.
Kagami pouted slightly. "All of us are about to eat lunch. It would be strange if Marinette and Luka weren't present."
Adrien gave his girlfriend a worried look.
"A simple knock shouldn't hurt," Kagami said.
Adrien didn't feel like arguing because he did agree with her. He and the guys were already causing lots of fun mischief at the pool, and it wasn't the same without his best friend, Luka. And now Luka and Marinette were skipping out on lunch.
Kagami made a gentle but firm knock. 5 agonizing minutes passed as if nobody was inside.
"Nothing!" Kagami cried, slightly irked now.
But the sound of that knock was blocked out by the sound of Marinette's sewing machine. She was sewing many sun hats for some clients while her boyfriend Luka was helping whichever way he could.
Marinette wiped the sweat off her forehead, frustrated that she was given projects to work on the first day of the vacation but determined to finish the projects anyway.
Marinette smiled as her blue-haired boyfriend gave her some ice tea and a towel like a guardian angel.
"Pace yourself Marinette, you can always finish this tomorrow," Luka said. "I am sure our friends will understand…."
Marinette went to work making giant butterfly hair clips. "Luka, the reason I suggested putting 'do not disturb' on the door and on our phones was that I knew our friends would bug us."
"I know they love us, but this is an important matter, and I need to be away from everything right now and give my 110%..."
Marinette stood up and gave Luka a quick kiss on the cheek before returning to super gluing model butterflies on hair clips. "Except for you, of course."
Luka blushed.
"You have been amazing, absolute perfection, and I know I will finish these art projects by evening," Marinette said.
Luka smiled at her and sat on the bed, but Marinette took a moment to rub her stomach.
"Ok, I wish I was eating at the buffet with the others," Marinette grumbled.
Luka stood up. "I'll get you food, Marinette, and I will make sure to not catch anyone's attention."
Marinette smirked. "You would do that for me?"
Luka pulled his hood over his head. "You need food, or else you will faint. I'll get you whatever you want. Chinese food, pizza, sandwiches, anything!"
Before Luka got out the door, Marinette raised her hand.
"Wait! Take one of the wigs and one of the outfits before you go!" Marinette said.
Luka understood and took the long blonde wig and the purple tuxedo with sparkles on it. He figured none of his friends would recognize him in this attire.
Marinette took a moment to giggle before heading back to her work. "Perfect!"
Luka went into the bathroom, changed into the tuxedo, covered his blue hair with the blonde wig, and covered his blue eyes with black sunglasses.
Marinette had her eyes glued to her projects, but she heard her boyfriend's voice and was stunned to see he looked like a completely different person.
"Don't worry, Marinette, I'll bring back food as quickly as possible."
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Back at the resort pool Luka and Marinette's friends sat at a table eating lunch and were totally bewildered as to why Marinette and Luka weren't present. But they still had fun and knew they shouldn't stop having fun regardless of some people who would rather spend all their time in hotel rooms/
Kim looked like he desperately wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.
Adrien and Kagami ate snow cones but glanced at Kim for a moment.
Max used his high IQ to try to read him.
"You ok, bro?" Nino asked.
"Oh yes! I am doing great at a resort!" Kim said as he brought his drink glass to his face.
Juleka sighed as she ate her food. "Let's just leave them be, you guys! It is the law of the 'do not disturb' sign. Besides, my brother is in love! Give him a break!"
"You use that excuse every time Jule," Alya said.
"Yeah, Luka and Marinette must be having some serious fun in that hotel room," Kim blurted out.
Such a remark lead to multiple spit takes from his friends.
"Kim, why?!" Max cried.
Alix, on the other hand, smirked at the thought as she continued eating her parfait nonchalantly. "I'm not surprised. Good on the adorable couple!
Rose, Max, Nino, and Alya all did a spit take at once, and Kagami gave Kim a disgusted look while Adrien was just speechless.
"Sorry!" Kim cried, gritting his teeth.
Kim then frantically got out of his chair. "Y'know, I am just gonna go for another swim!"
Kim ran for the pool, but Nino stood up.
"Yeah, I hope you enjoy a water fight, Kim!" Nino cried as he ran after him.
Max stood up, "Wait for me!" He cried as he followed the boys.
Alya got out of her seat. "Kim, you will regret saying that!" She cried as she ran after the boys and dived into the pool.
The friends that still sat at the table went back to eating their food in silence. But now, Juleka was starting to become curious about the whereabouts of her brother and his girlfriend.
"They have to come out any moment now," Rose said as she sipped what was left of her strawberry smoothie.
Juleka placed her elbow on the table and rested her face on her hand. "Maybe they ran off somewhere by now."
Adrien was busy shifting in his seat, and Kagami looked to see what her boyfriend was staring at.
"Hey, look at that guy! He's got a nice tuxedo," Adrien said.
It was a bit strange for them to see a guy with much longer luscious blonde hair than Adrien and wearing a purple tuxedo with sparkles at a resort. His eyes were covered in sunglasses, and he was carrying multiple take-out bags.
"Hey, brother!" Adrien cried as he waved his hand.
That man in the tuxedo seemed a bit startled as Adrien called to him. Luka was afraid that Adrien saw right through his over-the-top disguise.
"Great tuxedo, brother! And you gotta teach me how you get your hair so shiny!" Adrien said.
Luka merely waved back and then walked away to avoid further interrogation.
After that, all of Adrien's friends turned to him.
"What? I admire a guy who could make his hair look good at the pool," Adrien said.
Kagami grabbed her boyfriend's arm and rested her head on his shoulder. "You're fine, dear! That man's hair looked like a doll's hair."
Everyone managed to laugh a little except Juleka, who couldn't shake this feeling.
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When the sun started to set, everyone was at their wit's end.
Alya was practically stomping to Luka and Marinette's room, and Kagami tried to calm her down, even if Kagami was a bit upset herself.
All of Marinette and Luka's friends stood in front of the door.
"So should we all knock," Alya asked.
Adrien and Nino were starting to regret being a part of this.
"Guys! The laws of the 'do not disturb' sign!" Nino cried.
"Yeah, maybe this is a bad idea," Adrien said sheepishly.
"But what if something bad happened?!" Alya cried, almost breaking the being quiet in the hallway rule.
Juleka bit her lip. "Maybe Alya is right.
Rose grabbed Juleka's arm. "Juleka, just because you watched a bunch of murder mysteries that happened in hotel rooms doesn't mean anything is wrong."
Regardless Juleka pulled a room key out of her bag. "I got an extra key."
Kim towered over everyone else. "Well, let's get Marinette and Luka out of there!"
Juleka walked in front of the door while everyone else waited in anticipation. She was starting to think maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but she was also paranoid that something terrible happened. So she quickly swiped the room key and gently pushed the door open to see a pile of Marinette-made crafts.
Juleka was the first to quietly step through the door, and then everyone heard what they thought was a moan.
"Now you did it, Juleka!" Max cried softly.
Guilt filled Juleka, but Alya walked in apologetically. Juleka tried to run after Alya as they passed the living area filled with hats and butterflies made by Marinette.
Alya was about to peek through the sleeping area.
"Alya, no!" Juleka cried softly.
But Alya ignored Juleka and lingered in the doorway.
"Aww!" Alya cried.
Juleka froze for a moment before shamefully peaked through the doorway as well. Luka and Marinette slept soundly on the hotel bed. Nothing suggestive at all. They were just napping.
Juleka admitted this was cute, but she tried to tug Alya's arm so they could leave, shut the door, and prevent any drama.
But in their smiling sleeping states, Marinette and Luka were starting to open their eyes.
Juleka and Alya both gritted their teeth as Marinette screamed.
"What are you two doing here?!" Marinette cried.
Alya and Juleka shared in their humiliation.
Luka managed to calm everyone down and call everyone to the hotel room like a council meeting.
Marinette paced around the room, rubbing her temple, visibly annoyed.
"I just wanted to get my projects done today, so I can spend the rest of the vacation without stressing out!" Marinette cried.
All her friends were mortified. They were all visibly regretful but felt any apologies would be moot after getting on Marinette's bad side.
"We wouldn't have bothered you, Marinette!" Alya cried.
Marinette gave Alya a sour look. "I don't believe you, Alya! I would be distracted even by text messages!"
After moments of remorse, Kim threw his hands up. "Well, at least everything is alright! No murder and no…." Kim paused. "Fun stuff!"
Alix and Rose couldn't help but cover their laughs with their hands.
Marinette rubbed her forehead again and threw her hands up. "Well, I am done now! But I think I need to spend the rest of the night with Luka because he stayed here and helped me the entire time, and breaking the laws of the 'do not disturb' sign are not easily forgiven!"
Everyone gave soft agreements. Luka smiled and wrapped his arm around Marinette. "Let's go out to dinner," Luka said, and through Marinette's aggravation, she managed to smile.
Juleka walked up to the couple. "I'm really sorry, you two. I used the extra key Luka gave me. I was just worried!" She handed the card key back to Luka. Although he pushed the card key back to her.
"Keep it. I left it with you for a reason, Jule," Luka said.
Juleka still felt guilty about this whole thing and clenched the door key in her hand, almost attempting to crush it to get back in Marinette's good graces. But Marinette didn't argue with her boyfriend's decision and seemed to calm down after letting her feelings out. Juleka felt it would hopefully be water under the bridge by tomorrow.
Kagami and Adrien walked up next.
"Just so you know, I had no part in this tomfoolery, and I wish you and Luka a pleasant evening, Marinette. But I hope you two will at least join us for lunch tomorrow," Kagami said.
Marinette smiled. "I will." And Marinette and Kagami gave each other a quick hug.
Adrien placed his hand behind his neck. "I understand you two were busy, and it's great you got those projects done. You two certainly missed out on a lot of fun, though."
"Heck! I tried to befriend a guy with long blonde hair and a tuxedo. I wonder if he was a Vegas performer or something."
Luka blushed in embarrassment, and Marinette giggled. The blue-haired man had to explain to Adrien that it was all just a disguise so he could get take-out and avoid distraction.
Adrien ended up having a good laugh which caused their other friends who witnessed Luka's disguise to laugh as well. Kagami looked like her sides were hurting as she leaned to her boyfriend's side, and Adrien placed his hand on her shoulder to keep her stable.
"Looks like you found your next concert outfit, big brother!" Juleka teased.
Luka sighed.
Adrien took a moment to place his hand on Luka's shoulder and smile.
"Maybe you should try dyeing your hair blonde one day, Luka." Adrien winked at his best friend. "Then you'll really be my brother."
Marinette threw her arms up again. "Alright, everyone! I love you all! Even you, Alya! But everyone, get out of the hotel room and let me eat dinner with my boyfriend!"
Everyone mutually agreed and said their goodbyes.
Luka then took Marinette's hand and smiled down at her. "Alright, now the vacation can officially begin." Marinette smiled back at her amazing boyfriend.
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When Marinette and Luka got back to their hotel room after dinner, Marinette let out some last vents while she took off her earrings and her coat.
"I swear, what did they think we were doing in the hotel room this entire time?!"
Luka didn't mind listening to his girlfriend vent. He laid on his side on the bed as she continued.
"I mean, we came here as a friend group! Of course, we wouldn't ignore everyone to spend all this time in a hotel room…."
Marinette paused for a moment and placed her fingers over her lips.
"...Oh."
Luka smirked as a selfish part of him wanted a little fun in the hotel room. It was a long day, and he could use a recharge too.
But this was a time for friends.
Luka got off the bed and placed his hands on Marinette's shoulders while bringing his lips to her ear.
"We can also plan another vacation in the future, just the two of us," he whispered.
Marinette blushed hard, and she could have sworn she almost bled from her nose at the thought.
"Well, um…" Marinette said.
"Hmm?" Luka said as he nuzzled her from behind.
"We told our friends this night was just for us," Marinette suggested as she gently pushed her index fingers together.
Luka lifted his head. "You mean…"
Marinette let go and headed for the bathroom. When she came out holding a bath bomb in hand, Luka smiled at her.
"I made this galaxy bath bomb, and I…." She paused, rolling the sparkling sapphire orb in her hands. "I would love to try it with you."
Marinette saw Luka's smile of approval, and she didn't waste time running back to the bathroom to run water in the tub. Humming one of Luka's romantic tunes.
Luka ran to the nightstand and quickly grabbed the "do not disturb" sign and excitedly placed it on the doorknob of their hotel room.
Thankfully none of their friends were asinine enough to disturb them that night.
Author’s Note: God...I was actually tempted to continue that. Marinette and Luka bathing in a tub of galaxy bath bomb...
But again I doubt I can write anything that intimate!
Anyways, I hope you lovebugs enjoyed this and...Jeez! We are approaching the last days of Lukanette June 2021 and I am getting really sad! :( This was my first theme month!
*sigh* Anyway, this is Emiko Gale and....Goodnight sleep tight! My beloved lovebugs!
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Aaah I loved your Maul nsfw alphabet! Can I ask for Savage?
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He treats you like glass. He’ll carry you to the shower, and help you clean up before pulling you on top of his chest. He likes you sleeping on top of him rather than the mattress.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves your tits. 110% boob man, and you can quote me on that. He loves reaching out and palming them in his massive hands. He loves how soft they are and how touching them makes you groan. He loves all your soft parts, but your breasts are his favorite.
For himself, he loves his arms. He knew, even before his transformation, what power they could hold. He knows you like them, and admire them while he fights. And he knows he can keep you safe in them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Call it instinct, but he wants nothing more than to cum inside you every time. He loves watching as cum drips out of you pussy, coating his cock. You’re too full with him that some inevitably overflows.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
As careful as he is and has delicately as he treats you, there is a part of him that wants nothing more than to just use you body. The need to fully let go and tear you apart with his cock is ever present. He just wants to keep you in bed and stuff you full of his cum again and again, until you pass out. And even then keep fucking you until you only smell of him and sex.
He keeps this entirely to himself, ashamed of this primal drive inside him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
None before you. Personally I think the Nightsisters either kill or enslave whoever is chosen for a mate. That’s why Savage was adamant that Feral keep his head down. So between getting none on Dathomire and getting transformed by Mother Talzin, there hasn’t been an opportunity.
Maybe if there’s a weird coming of age ceremony for Nightbrothers, but I’m not sure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You riding him. He’s very aware of his strength as is constantly worried about hurting you. Having you on top to set the pace eases his anxieties and allows him to actually enjoy the moment.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not really. He’s not exactly the funniest guy out of the sheets, so that’ll be a negative between them too. He honestly get maybe a little too serious, and it’ll be up to you to break the tension.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Absolutely no hair down below. He doesn’t even need to shave. Zabraks are just like that.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He is 110% focused on you when you’re having sex. Rough or slow, it doesn’t matter. He has to know you’re okay. Sometimes that means he’s too much in his own head, but it comes from a good place.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not as often as you would think. Even before being transformed, he didn’t do it that often, associating sex in general with the Nightsisters and what that might mean for him. After you’re together, he doesn’t really see the point. He has you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
As tempting as it is to say size kink (and it is very tempting), I’m actually going to say he’s neutral on the subject.
Praise kink is truly what gets him going. Knowing he makes you feel good. Knowing you love him. Knowing it’s him making you feel this way will send him more than anything else.
Also, sub 8.5/10. That’s just my theory.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere. Seriously, anywhere. The man is not picky. The only thing he asks for is privacy, but other than that; against a wall, on a table, in your bed, in your shower, in the training room, where ever you want to have sex, he is down to clown.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You asking for it. Seriously. You asserting yourself and telling him and you want him right then and there and he’s ready to go. It’s your choice to be with him. Your confidence to know what you want and when you want it, gets him going like nothing else.
Also, your smell. I’m not sure how else to put it. He loves the way you smell. If your sweating from exercise or training and he gets a good nose full, he’s taking you to bed right then and there.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No to BDSM. He doesn’t like the idea of hurting you for pleasure and he’s been too hurt to like it on himself. Pain doesn’t mix with pleasure in his mind. Pain is pain and pleasure is pleasure. That’s it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
God he loves giving. It’s so easy to get lost in your taste and sounds. The feeling of your hand clasping his horns sends him every time. There has been more than one night where he just keeps going, making you cum again and again with his mouth and fingers until either you tear him away or pass out from the pleasure. He gets a little enthusiastic.
As for him getting, he likes it, but the simple fact is, you can’t even begin to get him fully inside your mouth. Deep-throating is nearly impossibly with his ridged cock. Still the fact that you even offer is incredible to him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual...at least at the start. If I haven’t made my point yet; he does not want to hurt you!!! He doesn’t fully trust himself to give you everything he’s capable of. But, the more you beg and plead and insist that you can take it, the more his resistance wains.
It takes a lot of trust to build between you two. Eventually though, he gives it to you as rough as you like, nothing more or less.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sometimes. It’s not his favorite thing, but sometimes there isn’t time for anything else, and you ask him so sweetly. Their fast and dirty against the wall before he’s called by Maul on a mission. They always leave you wrecked and him, a little less stressed.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s really nervous when it comes to experimenting and doesn’t really have any interest in looking up stuff. If you find something you’d like to try and talk with him in detail before hand, he’ll do it. But, it does take a bit of convincing.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He doesn’t last as long as you’d think, but his recovery time is insane. He cums between 10 to 15 minutes in, but he can keep going anywhere between 3 to you honestly lost count when you hit the double digits times a night.
You’re not sure exactly what Mother Talzin did, but you thank her every night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
That’ll be a no. He wants sex to be between you and him, no fancy silicon or anything else. He wants to be the one to make you cum, every single time.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Again, that’ll be a no. He doesn’t even bother to try. He wants nothing more than to please you. The minute you beg to cum, he’s at your mercy.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He makes the most animalistic sounds during sex. No coherent words, just a long string of grunts and growling, getting louder and louder until he all but howls when he cums.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He can smell your arousal. If you’re standing in a room with him, he knows the second you’re turned on. He’s not sure if Maul can sense it, but he can and it drives him crazy.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Huge. Porn star huge. You can’t even get it fully inside you with out serious prep work, you can see it bulging inside you huge. Add on a three ridged cock like all other Zabaks and you’ve got the right idea. (insert link to Bad Dragon: Nova here because if I link anything outside of tumblr, I’m blocked from the tags)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not crazy high. His libido did not go up with his size. He can go for a while without sex and be okay. But when he is in the mood...clear your schedule.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It take him a good hour after sex to finally doze off. He just likes you hold you, listening to you talk until your words get slurred and you fall asleep on his chest. He allows himself to enjoy the heat and weight of your body on his own, to know that you’re real and here with him.
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Hi!What do you think about Demetri/Alec/Felix dating a hybrid?I mean, I had this idea since i read the last book but what if they found their mate when they went to check up on Joham?And one of his daughters is a redhead with unreal green eyes and shes even more beautiful than Heidi or Rosalie? Hybrids are more beautiful than vampires they say.Maybe has a gift too?I think this is an idea the entire fandom went over and i think its cool so if you want to, could u write some headcanons about it?
Hi hey hello! I definitely did enjoy writing these headcanons. Sorry they took a wee while but I hope you like!
Alec: He will be aged up to the movie version in this since hybrids fully mature to look like adults 😊
This boy is insatiably curious
You fascinate him
You’ve been alive a while but your experience is so different to his, you’ve lived so differently under your father’s influence
Expect long nights telling him every detail of your existence, what it was like to grow up so fast with your sisters, with Joham, knowing your brother only through notes and the occasional visit
He has learned by now that you come as a package deal with your sisters, but this is something he understands. As he and Jane shared a womb, so shall they share a life
Constantly tries to get you to eat human food because oh my god you can eat it without gagging?
+ “And this?”
“Alec I can eat human food, it just tastes like cardboard.” “Even this?”
The first time you sleep in his presence he has this awestruck expression. He’s not watched anyone sleep in all the time he’s been immortal and doesn’t remember what it was like to sleep himself. All those faces you make as you dream send his mind absolutely reeling because what are you thinking about? What do you dream of? Is it bizarre in your head? What he wouldn’t give to catch a mere glimpse of your dreams…
Jane is…difficult. She wants to like you, really she does, but the only other hybrid she knows belongs to the Cullen’s and that whole fiasco is a sore spot as a Volturi defeat in her mind (and no one defeats her coven)
The first time you get a small scrape Alec FreAkS out because oh god you’re bleeding the whole room is going to be after your sweet sweet blood and…and it’s too sweet…you, you really don’t smell all that appealing like a regular human, hell, Santiago’s not even noticed? What?
Always grumbles and complains your too hot when you cuddle (you’re a solid 40°C after all) but secretly loves your warmth. He’s been frozen for centuries and you’re his very own hot water bottle
+ Does get a wee bit annoyed when you make him spoon with you later into the relationship because vampires aren’t be able to supposed to sweat but he SWEARS venom is leaking from every pore in his body because you make the bed an oven
15/10 from this boy, adores having a hybrid mate, you are the perfect snuggle buddy for him and just the right amount of human to make him feel like he’s doing a good job protecting you (even though you’re a hybrid and almost as strong as he is, it’s an old timey thing and he died a pubescent boy, let him feel like a man please)
Demetri:
Honestly? He forgets half of the time
“Absolutely not, I will not risk you coming hunting with me!”
“I need to hunt and I will not be letting you stop me, bloodhound.”
When they had first gone to find Joham Demetri had been more than curious, the differences in his mind between vampire and hybrid stark considering they’d almost caused a war with the Cullen’s
He replayed the trial over and over in his mind as he followed the strangely vibrant tenor straight to…his mate?
Excuse you?
It swings one way or the other for the initial getting to know period, either he’s treating your fragile ‘human’ self like glass or your ‘vampire’ self is being thrown against the nearest wall because the man has urges and you’re more than happy to satisfy them
You were mostly raised by your sister, living the nomadic life of a vampire with visits to your father now and then when he wanted to check on your development, so you pair spend long hours discussing all the places you’ve been and things you have seen
+ Since Demetri is far older he has lots more stories to tell so these evenings eventually turn into him telling stories while you end up in a variety of situations. Sometimes he’s holding you to him in bed while he waits for you to fall asleep, other times he lights the fire and you sit curled up together on the sofa before it.
Your favourite Storytime setting by far is the window seat, where you can lean back against his chest and be blanketed by the diamonds his skin reflects in the sunset
You don’t really like human food all that much, but in an effort to woo you he spent all day watching videos and messing up recipes until he had perfected (if you count perfected as collapsing in on itself in places and a little bit raw in the middle) a chocolate cake to welcome you to Volterra for the first time
There was a little flour on his jaw still when he presented it to you and his eyes were all big
He had this smug little smile too
Too smug considering the state of the cake
You’ve been treated to baked goods ever since and Demetri has gotten rather good at his new hobby
110% watches you sleep but not for nefarious reasons. You talk in your sleep and Demetri has compiled a secret list of things you say for his eyes only
+ His favourite so far is “Felix no, put that poor duck down.”
+ You didn’t remember where that had come from so it remains without context, and Demetri has made a myriad of stories each more outlandish than the next as to where that quote came from
Loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your fast, fluttering heartbeat, you get bonus points if you play with his hair
Doesn’t even bother tracking you by tenor anymore, you radiate heat, he knows when you’re near because he gets warmer
You’re rather self-concious that you live among the Volturi without being gifted
+ Demetri is always quick to remind you that your very nature is the most extraordinary gift in itself
Overall a very good match for a hybrid, you’re never bugged by endless questions like your sister is with Alec but you do need to remind him sometimes of your dual-species label, you need blood as much as you need sleep
Felix:
This character follows a specific idea of appearance stated in the request
Felix absolutely adores you, your perfect for him in every way!
Someone small and durable? Sign him up!
Your attitude is as fiery as your hair, which is a good thing because Felix needs someone as stubborn as he is
His head is as thick as his arms
The minute he sees you he’s completely under your spell which surprises only those closest to him – the mans a giant teddy bear as you now well know
Felix takes things nice and slow, he’s never been a fan of rushing into things when it comes to romance, and is very much intro traditional ways of wooing you
+ The first thing you receive is a simple letter, elegantly written in a large spidery hand. You were already smitten with the beefy man by the last line, the flowers that arrived a week later really weren’t necessary but very much appreciated
Your hybrid nature is perfect to him because for once, his height difference with you doesn’t seem so scary. He can’t help being big, but at least with your durability he doesn’t have to worry about crushing you
Felix is considered a grunt, muscle and little else, but he’s shared with you his passion for reading and poetry – you never tire of the poems he creates for you
He’s a very proud man so expect to be shown off to all the Guard and basically everyone you ever meet
+ “Enough of your chatter! You know your crime, now face your punishment!”
“ I wouldn’t test my mate if I were you.” “Are you really going to reveal such a tactical weakness? They could target her.”
“…I wouldn’t test this extremely beautiful and talented woman I am in no way connected to if I were you.”
“Smooth Felix, really smooth.”
Once you feel comfortable with Felix, you show him your gift and its extraordinary effects – his eyes widen at the vivid, ethereal shade of green your eyes turn as you lift a hand and coax all the flora in the room towards you, you can expect him to never shut up about it once he knows + “Can you make another one?”
“Not unless I hunt first.”
“And then you can make me another flower?”
Felix, it turns out, is a giant goofball when he’s at home. You’re so used to seeing the tense guardsmen it is a complete shock to you when you start living with him in Volterra and see how carefree he is within the walls of his own home
You try not to condone his prank war with Demetri since they both get in trouble for it but you can’t resist helping out from time to time…you can tie off water balloons quicker than he can so you make a good accomplice
Felix doesn’t really touch you in public but he does steal kisses to assert his claim on you. He’ll kiss your forehead whenever he enters or exits a room you’re in, presses kisses to your cheek when you pass each other in the corridor
He reserves a kiss on the lips of any kind for when he’s leaving for a while if in public, like if he’s preparing for a mission with the guard for example, but when you’re alone expect to constantly be coddled by him. He wraps himself around you like a blanket and Will. Not. Let. Go!
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❛ jeon jungkook, demiboyflux, he/they ❜ was that kim moonsik? the twenty-two year old freelance photographer has been in town since birth. the witch has a reputation for being disorganized & affectionate. you know they’re around when you get flashes of ( mismatched socks, taking buzzfeed quizzes into the dead of night, dancing when no one is watching & believing in signs ). rumor has it, they are a member of the high coven. { samu, est, 25, she/they }
( OOC: TW: ANXIETY MENTION AT THE END OF THIS PARAGRAPH. hi! i’m samu, i’m 25 and i use she/they pronouns! i’m so so so so so excited for this rp and for you all to meet my babies!!!!! i wanted to make this lil ooc section just to let y’all know that i’ll be posting longer and more detailed intro-like posts for my charas eventually, but i wanted to be able to give lil summaries and connection ideas before then so!!!!! there it is!!!!! thank u sm for reading!!!!! also if i ever message you to plot, which i’d like to do with everyone if my social anxiety allows it, pls don’t feel obligated to plot with me at all!!!!! i love connecting with other writers and stuff but i’ll completely understand if you’re not up to plot with me and my charas <33 ) ← this is the same ooc paragraph in all of my first three intros, so pls feel free to skip it! <3
brief introduction.
moonsik’s parents moved from ulsan, south korea, to blackthorne about eight years before the boy was born. he grew up in blackthorne along with his two older siblings (they’re fraternal twins a couple of years older than moonsik), and had a pretty comfortable childhood! however, his mother left the family when he was only five years old, and he’s never seen or talked to her since. the reasoning behind her departure is still a mystery to moonsik, and he’s definitely still confused/sad about it, but!! i won’t delve too much into that yet!! i’ll def write about it in my longer bio/intro thingy later on, though!!
his dad remarried, when moonsik was nine years old, to a woman who had lived in blackthorne all her life!! i’m not gonna develop the step-mother too much bc i’ll definitely send in some wanted connections soon (for her + moonsik’s dad, siblings and step-siblings! and maybe more?), but she actually has a really good relationship with moonsik!! he doesn’t see her as a mother tbh, but he really loves and respects her and!! even during his more rebellious phases in high school she was like the one (1) person in the family he always felt he could talk to!!
relationships with siblings and step-siblings are to be developed tm!! i’ll be sending in wanted connections for them soon as i said before so i might add a bit to it in there but tbh i’ll try to keep things vague so that they’re easier to fill!!
moonsik did NOT like school. like, at all. i think probably at least one of his siblings was like...... super strong academically, and it mayhaps played on moonsik’s confidence a bit to constantly see his sibling(s) get praised for their accomplishments?? and like..... his dad, siblings, step-mom and step-siblings have never put pressure on him?? he did so himself after seeing others succeed so much and wishing he could do so as well?? and don’t get me wrong; he’s skilled at plenty of things (especially visual arts)!! but having difficulties academically really did affect his self confidence :(
i said this was going to be short rip sdlfijsdlkfjsdlkfjsdklf i’M SO SORRY!!!!!
ok so!! outside of all the family stuff!! moonsik’s been exploring his gender identity for about three years now, and he finally feels like he has the right word/definition for it all!! demiboyflux is honestly a word he didn’t even know of until a couple of months ago, but as soon as he saw the definition for it (here’s a link to a simple definition!) he was so happy because it was him and it felt perfectly right??
he’s not exactly out to that many people concerning his gender identity bc as much as he loves who he is he just isn’t ever sure how to bring it up?? also, most of the time he’s fine with masculine nouns (boy, man, brother, son, boyfriend, husband, prince, etc.) AND he’s perfectly fine with both he and they as far as pronouns go, so...... he just doesn’t feel like it’s absolutely necessary for him to discuss it with EVERYONE, you know? but at the same time sometimes he kind of feels like just ranting and rambling and gushing about all of it, which is why he actually started an anonymous blog (eyes emoji tm) last month, and it’s been super helpful for him!!
he’s a freelance photographer rn, and he honestly really likes it!! however, since he’s not super well established yet (and doesn’t have an official diploma or anything like that - he quit university after two semesters), he isn’t making tons of money, and is therefore currently living with his dad and step-mother. it’s becoming a bit suffocating to him tbh?? and he’s highkey considering getting a part-time job too so that he can maybe make enough money to afford renting a lil apartment or room or something!!
super disorganized!! it’s probably one of the things he fights about the most with his family bc they kinda see his lack of organization as him being quite irresponsible (and they’re not completely wrong maybe, but still), and he’s never really done anything to change this part of him?? like, he’s always losing stuff, forgetting things behind, not remembering appointments, forgetting to send in important documents on time, never checking his voice mail and/or inbox, etc.
affectionate af!!!!! a sweetheart, tbh?? like, he’s kind of reserved so people tend to assume that he’s not the most friendly, but he’s actually rlly sweet!! he’s very openly affectionate with the people he’s close to, never hesitating to wrap himself around someone or plop down in someone’s lap or anything like that (though he is careful about who is and isn’t comfortable with that ofc! tbh in the past he didn’t take that into consideration all that much and he honestly feels really bad about it now, so he’s SUPER careful about other people’s boundaries now)!! also....... he will 110% deny it, but he LOVES attention. like he’ll wither away without attention i sdlfjslkdjfksldf
he’s bi and has known for a long time, and he’s actually been out as such since he was seventeen years old!
( WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY ) he’s had two serious-ish relationships in his life so far, but outside of those he’s actually quite enjoyed doing more casual sexual things with people he finds attractive/interesting/etc!! he actually prefers fwbs to one night stands and i can DEF see that leading to some tension in the future with some of his friends.........
HE’S SO PROUD OF BEING A WITCH!!!!!! his entire family are witches (maybe not his step-mother and step-siblings, though? it’ll depend on whether or not they get taken up as wanted connections and, in the case they do, what the people playing them prefer!), and he’s so!!!!!! passionate about it!!!!! he hates learning in school and stuff but when it comes to learning about magic, especially healing magic, he’s so eager and passionate and !!!!!! he loves it :( idk if his father and siblings are in the high coven tbh but!!!!! he is definitely quite proud to be part of it!!!! also he’s probs definitely one of the most eye-roll-y judgemental ones when it comes to what he thinks of the bloodstone coven !! he deadass doesn’t get why they would practice the kind of magic they practice and he’s???? like he wouldn’t be straight up /rude/ to them without reason but he’s def not as friendly as usual around them i think (though ofc there might be exceptions!!)
connection ideas.
CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS: probably around 2 to 4 of those?? i’m picturing this lil group to have been thick as thieves since they were little kids (although maybe one or more of them joined their lil friend group later on in their childhood and/or teenage years?), and i just really want a group of super close friends who know each other better than the backs of their own hands and who may tease each other mercilessly but who still love and adore each other (no matter whether or not they actually say those words aloud dlffkjsdkjfsdlkjfsdlkf)!! age-wise i was thinking they could all be between 21 and 25 years old?? ( 00 / 02-04 )
EXES: as mentioned earlier, moonsik has been in two romantic relationships in the past that were somewhat serious? one of them was probably a high school relationship that last for like 14 months and ended just because they did not click well together AT ALL but had gotten into a relationship bc high school and stuff, you know?? (i think that ex would have probs identified as a cis woman back then - whether they still do or not is up to you - since they probs started dating before moonsik came out as bi?) and i feel like mayhaps recently they’ve gotten in touch again and actually click quite well as friends nowadays, although there are zero (0) romantic feelings between them anymore (just saying, but..... mlm/wlw solidarity is rad tm!! it’s not a necessity ofc but!! yes!!) NOW THE OTHER EX!!!!!!! i feel like this one would have been a bit more recent?? and probably with a man or masc presenting person?? since it’d be more recent, and the relationship would have been quite important to moonsik, i’d like not to add too much to it here and instead work it out with whoever may end up being interested in that connection? ( 00 / 02 )
EMPLOYER(S): people who’ve hired moonsik for his photography skills!!!! maybe also a future/eventual employer for when he ends up finally looking for a part-time job?? mayhaps they could be friends of some of moonsik’s family members?? oooooh what about someone who knew his mother?? (although ig that’ll be easier to work out when i 100% decide why she left dslfjksdkjfsdkljf) ( 00 / ?? )
FRIEND AND/OR ENEMY WITH BENEFITS: ( WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS ) i’m thinking that moonsik probably doesn’t hook up with too many people at the same time unless he knows for sure that the other person doesn’t mind it? so the number for this connection will change depending on that!! also i reaaaaaaally love BOTH the idea of friends with benefits AND enemies with benefits since they can both bring in v interesting storylines!! also i’m not totally opposed to having moonsik hook up with his most recent ex (bc i love angst), but it’s definitely not a necessity! ( 00 / 01 )
DEALER: ( WARNING: DRUGS TW ) he did quite a few hard drugs in hs, which was 100% part of one of his rebellious phases, and although he doesn’t do anything too strong anymore, he does rlly like weed (prefers edibles to smoking tho bc no matter how often he does it he always coughs and it’s embarrassing!!!!!), and i’d love a connection with his dealer?? preferably one that’s kind of humorous?? ( 00 / 01 )
#blackthorneintro#general: introduction.#general: character development.#kim moonsik: all.#kim moonsik: intro.#kim moonsik: character development.
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Sasha Morozov
Name: Sasha Morozov
Nick Name: None
Code Names: Redacted
Ethnicity: Russian
Age: 25
Current Location: Blackpool, England
Place of Birth: Novosibirsk, Novosibirsk Oblast , Russia
DOB: Redacted
Height: 5'7 [ 1.70m ]
Weight: 110 lbs. [ 49.8kg ]
Sexuality: Asexual
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Gender: Male
Tattoos:
Snake Tattoo [ starts at his hip and wraps around his right thigh ]
Red Spider Lilies [ on his left shoulder, and spreads down his side to just above his hip , runs through the scar on his stomach. ]
Scars:
Large Scar on his stomach [ Goes from his stomach to his left side, just above his hip ]
Three Identical Burn Scars on his Throat
Identical Scars on both of his legs [ Won't discuss the injuries that gave him those scars ]
Piercings: [ Usually removed for Missions, they get in the way ]
Snake Bites
Belly Button Piercing [ Usually a Dragon or a Cat ]
Mental Illness: Redacted By Dr. Harishva "Harry" Pandey
Job/Education:
Ex KGB , Infectious Diseases Doctor, Chemical Analyst
Kid of CBRN Unit
Relationships:
From my time spent talking to him, he doesn't really care for a lot of people. The Operators in Rainbow, very few can be considered friends. He'll defend them, protect them and help on missions but they are just people he would rather be far away from. However, it seems he gets along well with the Russians. And Lion. Bandit, however as he's said is tolerable though the first meeting with the man still leaves a sour taste in Sasha's mouth. [ His words exactly ] .
Bandit:
"Don't even get me started, First time I met him. He annoyed me. For reasons I don't think I need to say again. Now I do get why. But my opinion of him is just that he leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Though that being said. I don't hate him. I know shocker, given what people believe."
Lion:
"Lion, I swear he thinks I'm a little kid or something. Rather inexperienced even as he's said before to my face. Ugh, He must just have a thing against people. And honestly don't know if I could stand the guy if not for Finka and Doc. Though it is funny to see him grumble, but listen to Doc like a dog on a leash. Must be something going on between those two. But really Lion takes care of us. Even if he's not always the best about it."
Finka:
"She's like...that big sister who always just tries to do the best she can to help. After all she's been through, some details I don't really know. She tries her best to keep me from fighting with Lion. And the others. Often distracting me. She also seems to know everything I like? Leaving books and snacks on my pillow or at my work station? It's weird to not be seen as some machine instead of a person. People are weird."
Kapkan:
"Kapkan...He's one of those if you get to know them types. But really, he's not all bad. It's not just because he's Russian like me. Though really that does have something to do with it a little bit. He showed me how to take apart his traps, and we improved them a little bit. Not sure how he felt about me opening my big mouth but he didn't say anything. He's very protective, almost jealous over that sniper? Though he'd probably tell me to shut up if I said anything."
Glaz:
"The Sniper, He's an interesting person though I somehow don't think he likes when I ask about his eye. Sometimes. He has this thing about painting people, or drawing them. He's drawn me a few times when he thinks I'm not looking. Or he doesn't care. I gave him art supplies for his birthday, and he used them up so quickly. But it made him happy. Easy to work with, though his attachment to Kapkan is concerning to me. Only if he lets his emotions get the better of him. Like we all do. Well most of us..."
Tachanka:
"He's...weird. I don't hate him? But I can't say I like him either? He's very loud and I just enjoy the quiet. Maybe that's why. I don't know, he's very protective in his own way. And caring. Very useful on missions at that even if he does things his own way. After all don't we all? I want to use his gadget but he won't let me touch it."
Fuze:
"Fuze, people say he's silent and kinda mean. But he's not, he has his own way of caring about people. But if a mission has to be done, it has to be done. Casualty or not. He's just different, they don't exactly have a no casualty rule which does put them at odds with others. Personally though sometimes bad things happen to good people. There is nothing we can do about it. Not truly. Fuze is fun to just have a nice drink with after a rough mission. That's for sure."
Ying:
"Don't like her, plain and simple. She's loud, bossy and annoying. While she's good at what she does. Doesn't mean I have to like her. She tries to lecture us when we do things a certain way. Sorry but we aren't all her. Simple. But I don't know. She gets on my nerves. Her and that other person....but I can deal with the other one."
Ash:
"She's strange. Loud and a bit bossy. Yea they say we have to listen to her? But she's not someone I would want to spend my time with. Though she did at least check on Fuze when he had that incident happen. So maybe she's not all bad. But Ash is not someone I know how to deal with. Too much for me."
Phoenix:
"Phoenix. We've been friends for years before all of this Rainbow Stuff. If I didn't get dragged into this Rainbow stuff because of my other connections. He'd probably have dragged me in. But that's not important. He saved my life, we owe each other a lot though neither of us will admit it. Even now I don't know where he is but I wish I did. I'd bring him where he could be safe though Phoenix was never one to stay put anyway."
Tsubaki:
"Tsubaki, You want information about them? I don't think so, That is earned information. Plus I know you Rainbow Types. No offense, you'd shoot them in the back, or worse. I told you more than I needed to already, information about them was not part of the deal. Nice try though."
Detailed Personality:
Sasha's personality is nothing special in his eyes. The years of torment under his handler has left his true personality buried under what could be called a blank slate. They wanted a soldier that would obey orders without questions. And that was exactly what they got. He was cold, calculating and efficient, exactly as they built the young soldier. Sasha ended lives without question, no matter who they were. Guilt wasn't something that a tool was allowed to have. Any crack in the slate would be ripped out of him no matter how much pain it caused. After all a broken toy can always be fixed with new parts.
That is until Rainbow pulled him out of his handler's clutches. Kapkan and Glaz had a big hand in that, which maybe why he trusts them over a lot of the other operators. After months of being locked under Rainbow's watchful eyes, his personality started to surface. A blank slate replaced with small signs of emotion. Though he can be sarcastic and a bit blunt, he does have at least some kindness in him somewhere. He's one to always put the job first, and keeping people safe sometimes has to come second where the job is concerned.
That might be why he gets along with Fuze so well in the few short worded conversations they may have. Though it's been noted in his file that trust is hard to build, and if he's silent around someone. He either doesn't trust them, or they've done something he doesn't agree with. He's very clear about his dislike for people. And once someone gets on his bad side it's very hard to get off of it. Harry has stated that pushing him gets nothing out of the soldier.
He personally states that he finds the Russians easier to deal with. And he finds some of the other operators too loud and obnoxious. He's one for liking his silence. He's still working on forming his own personality, but he's come a long way since then. He's known to get into a few fights with Ying, or Lion. Though he does find amusement in when Lion gets lectured by Doc. The other Operator he sometimes clashes with is Bandit, memories of the first meeting not forgotten.
But if he had to be around anyone that wasn't Russian. It would be Bandit that's for sure.
History: Redacted
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