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xandraspalace · 1 year

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Automaton’s End Point

----- Automaton’s End Point || ZEA Cornelia [NIJISANJI] x GN! Reader - A Parting Gift

Summary : That was ZEA Cornelia's final moment before she got deactivated and she decided to spend the rest of her final time with you. But parting is still parting. Even though you parted with a smile, you still end up falling, mourning your love that has gone. With memories collected in one chip, you can only hold on tight as the last thing he left behind.

WC : 2546 words.

Warning : Grammar errors, hurt w/o comfort, hint of lore, professor’s assistant! reader, Plastic Memories references, I Picked Up a Second Lead After the Ending references, Honkai: Star Rail references, Conquer the Night lyrics mentioned, etc.

Featured Characters : Taka Radjiman, Hana Macchia (mentioned), and Professor Cornelia (mentioned).

Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : LISTEN, WHY DO I HAVE TO WRITE THINGS ARE A PARTING GIFT?! I WANT TO WRITE MORE ABOUT ZEAAAA!! MA’AM I WILL MISS YOU SO BAD:( WHY MY FIRST FANFIC FOR YOU IS ALSO MY PARTING GIFT FOR YOU:( This is the reason why regret always comes at the end. Be happy always, ZEA... We love you!

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“THANK you so much, Taka…”

"No, I should be the one who thank you, for everything. Sponsoring you had guided Mitaka and me to many opportunities.” The man named Taka sat himself in front of ZEA Cornelia.

ZEA could only chuckle. “And without your sponsorship, I would not have been able to come this far. Truly, the funds you invested in me as an idol were of great help.”

"Then we're even?"

"Yeah, you're right."

Silence enveloped for a few moments. The scent of jasmine tea pervaded, making the silence not awkward but comforting.

"I can't believe this is all going to end," ZEA suddenly said, staring out the window.

ZEA and Taka decided to terminate their sponsorship cooperation after the automaton decided to deactivate her program and system. She felt that her system had been running for too long and she had to take a really long break.

Taka himself terminated his cooperation contract with ZEA not only because the automaton would deactivated herself. Taka Radjiman intended to quit and dissolve his company. Mitaka Solution has achieved their highest vision and now he has decided to step down from his position.

One thing that bothered him was how ZEA's memory records will probably be erased when she is deactivated. He didn't know how exactly, but his heart ached at the thought of how ZEA wouldn't remember him and all the memories she had when her system stopped working.

"Something bothering you?" ZEA asked, noticing how Taka kept staring at his teacup blankly.

Taka was silent for a while, trying to choose the right words to convey his worry. "Have you spoken to Hana?"

ZEA nodded, a small smile touching her lips. “This is a very difficult situation for the three of us, and this also doesn’t make it easy for her. I remember Mitaka also sponsored her. Will you still sponsor her after you dissolve your company?”

"I'm still thinking about that."

ZEA knew what Taka was worried about, so she smiled. Taka didn't want to look worried, he couldn't come up with the right question. “If you're worried, Taka,” the automaton started as she took a sip of her tea. “My memories will be retrieved and collected in a single chip after I'm deactivated. If my professor's assistant decides to reactivate my system, they can simply reboot my system using the memory module in that chip."

Taka's gesture showed that the tension was released from his body. “Thank goodness,” Taka whispered, barely audible to ZEA. “Talking about Professor Cornelia's assistant, how are they? I believe this was not an easy decision for them either.”

Once again, ZEA smiled resignedly. "It seems I have caused them pain."

ZEA stood silent as she entered the laboratory. Across from where she stood, she stared at your back which she recognized so well. You sat down there and looked down. Their condition got worse after I asked her to do that, the automaton thought to herself.

"ZEA, are you sure?"

"Of course, I am. I don't think I can use this system anymore. I just wish to be reunited with Professor once more…”

ZEA still remembered how shock, worries, and fear mixed into one on your face. But the decision she made was final.

"Come on now, [Y/N]," ZEA suddenly voiced her concern and approached you, making you flinch a little. But you didn't turn your face to her. "I think this is what the Professor means by 'Don't get too attached to what you're doing or you'll go mad.' Are you feeling mad because I'm leaving?"

“I finished the preparations … Including your the chip for your memory module and its copies.” You were changing the subject. You kept looking down, while your right hand engraved the letters on the paper to make a report.

“And about your question a few days ago, ZEA,” you continued. “I will probably be a full-time lecturer after this. So you don't have to worry about me."

ZEA remembered. She asked what you were going to do after she was gone. She didn't expect you to answer her question. But at least, she could now leave in peace. “I see. That's good to hear."

An uncomfortable silence enveloped both of you again. Only the voice of your pen hitting the paper was heard at that time. You were too focused on writing something. However, when ZEA saw tears started to fall onto your paper, she knew why you kept looking down. You were crying.

That was when ZEA's arms reached for you, turning you around to look at her. The automaton embraced you and you started to cry. “I have sinned to make you cry like this. I'm sorry for causing you such pain,” ZEA muttered softly, cradling your hair.

"That's not fair," you shakily mumbled. “I've been trying so hard not to cry…”

“[Y/N],” she called your name. “Impian tuk berubah~”

You gasped when ZEA suddenly sang very softly, cradling your hair. Meanwhile, ZEA smiled because she can finally calm your crying.

“Hapuskan keluh kesah~ Redam gelisah, walau tak mudah~ Mari melangkah~”

You fell silent in her embrace. In the end, you could only lean on the front of her body when she hugged you. You tried to calm your heart and stared blankly somewhere while listening to her singing.

“Berlari di bawah kilau cahaya ini… Tak berhenti walau malam kan berganti… Free yourself and be ready… Change the destiny, for our reverie…”

ZEA continued singing at a slower pace and with a softer rhythm, as if she were singing a lullaby.

“Shout out, conquer the night~”

ZEA sighed as she finished singing the song for you. You were still silent in her arms and ZEA was still cradling you.

You almost forgot that ZEA was booted as an idol automaton by your Professor. It was only natural that you and many people really like her singing voice. It was her charm, her identity.

“[Y/N]…” Once again, she called you. You could only hum to answer her. "Tomorrow will be my last day, do you mind spending my final time with me?"

"What about others?" you asked, talking about all her friends she made during her active lifespan.

ZEA chuckled. "I've already said enough goodbye to them." She looked at you with her signature smile. "So, your answer?"

"What will Professor think if I say no, ZEA?" you asked knowingly.

"Uh... he'll be mad at you?"

“Exactly.”

ZEA seemed very excited. Because when she woke up in the morning, she immediately got ready and pulled you out of your bed. Seeing how excited she was, you smiled and could only comply.

From the sunrise to the sunset, you and ZEA visited many places in the city. It all started from the venue where she debuted. You still remember how it was only you who could see how nervous ZEA was at that time. She was professional, indeed.

You and ZEA also visited some of the dating spots you've been to. Some of them bring blushes back to your cheeks because of romantic memories and some of them bring laughter because of funny memories.

After that, ZEA asked you to take her to the post office. She intended to send her last letters to his friends. Seeing how many letters she wanted to send, you couldn’t tell when she wrote them all.

And the last place you visited before returning to the laboratory is the flyover, a place that may be ordinary to many people but very special for both of you.

With the sun just setting, you and ZEA gazed at the city cladded in colorful lights from above the flyover. You two just stood there in silence, enjoying each other's company.

"[Y/N], do you remember the first time Professor brought us here?" ZEA asked so suddenly without looking at you, breaking the silence.

"Of course, I do. It was right a few days after the Professor activated your system. I still remember how you got too excited when you saw the city lights,” you answered. You looked at her who was still looking at the city. “ZEA,” you called. “As expected…”

“Huh? What?” ZEA turned to you when she heard your sentence. "What do you expect?"

“That same euphoria is still dancing in your eyes. You have the same expression as when the Professor brought us here the first time.” But after saying that, you widen your eyes in surprise. “ZEA…?”

"Ah, what's wrong with me?" she said with a crack voice. Her hands hastily and carelessly wiped the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks. "What is this? I promised myself I wouldn't cry."

A faint smile suddenly touched your lips. “Now, now, shouldn't I be the one crying? I'm the one you're leaving, you know." You pulled ZEA in a hug and let her cry on your chest.

To be honest, the concept of “perfect human” has always frightened you. You once thought your Professor was crazy because of that concept he idealized. But after he created ZEA, you began to questioning yourself. Where that fear came from actually?

Was it because the automatons could feel human feelings as well like a normal human? You don't know, and probably never will. That would be an unanswered question forever.

“ZEA…” you called her name.

"Yes?" A sob escaped along with an answer.

“Were you happy during your active time?”

The automaton nods in your arms. "I am very happy."

"Is there anything you regret?"

Now she shook her head. "There's nothing I regret."

"A million dollars question. Are you scared, though?"

ZEA's grip on the front of your clothes was getting stronger. "I am very scared. I'm afraid to be deactivated!”

You pulled yourself from the hug and looked straight into her ocean blue eyes, a smile on your lips. "Then, it's enough. The perfect human concept that the Professor created was a success. Happiness, regret, and fear, those are human emotions and you can feel them too perfectly. I’m sure Prof will be so happy.”

You wiped her tears gently. “ZEA, you should know this too. I’m really glad that I could be both your supervisor and partner.”

You joined your forehead with hers. she cried again in your arms.

At this moment, you will ask, what will happen to you after ZEA falls into her eternal sleep? What will happen to you after you woke up from this dream?

After returning to the laboratory, you immediately had check up session on her for one last time. After making sure there were no defects on her system, ZEA immediately stepped into her artificial tube.

Before you close the tube, you hold her hand tightly. ZEA could feel how your hands were shaking. The automaton tightened her grip on your hand, making you look up at her.

Her blue jewel eyes shone in the dim light of the laboratory. With a smile on her face, ZEA nodded, reassuring you that everything will be fine. She was assuring you that you need not to be afraid and doubt what you will do.

ZEA leaned to your ear and whispered softly, "Let's meet again in the future, with a new system and program, but the same memory."

That was enough to convince you. You nodded and kissed her cheek and forehead one last time. You didn’t care about how your heart beating painfully.

It was a golden hour for an automaton and her supervisor lover.

A farewell with a smile was what you and ZEA really wanted. Therefore, no matter how painful it is, you smiled gently at her. You let go of her hand and closed the artificial tube.

"After I finish collecting your memories in the chip and make its copies, I will immediately send it to the people you ask," you informed her. ZEA nodded and thanked you.

“Thank you, ZEA…” you murmured, your palm touching the glass tube.

ZEA shook her head slowly and smiled. “No, [Y/N]. Thank you."

The automaton was resting herself and waiting for you to start progressing. She took a deep breath... for the last time.

You didn’t want to live with doubts and regrets. As soon as you saw the option to start the process, you immediately pressed the screen to start the option.

Shutting down ZEA.exe...

Restoring ZEA.exe to factory set: Progress begins…

Your breath hitched. The serene smile on her face made your heart ached. You stared at her who were sleeping in the artificial tube.

10%...

25%...

You closed your eyes, didn’t any heart to see her life essence slowly fading from her body.

50%...

75%...

100%...

Successfully restored ZEA.exe to factory set...

ZEA.exe successfully shutting down...

Shutting down system complete…

The beeping sound from your device was deafening and painful. You opened your eyes, realizing that the process of deactivating ZEA Cornelia had been completed. Without you knowing it, tears were sliding down your cheeks again.

You let go of the pain that you have been holding back for almost a month since ZEA told you her wish of being deactivated. You cried out loud in front of the artificial tube where ZEA's physical model was soundly asleep.

Successfully retrieved ZEA.exe memories module…

The sound of the device came back, making you flinch from your lamentation. You were silent for a moment, looking in the direction where you came from. That was when you remember one of the things ZEA wanted you to do.

Staggering, you got up and immediately pressed the "copy" option on your device. You made several copies of the module for you to share with ZEA's closest friends.

But when you analyzed every data in the module, one data caught your attention. You opened the data only to be surprised and start crying again.

“[Y/N], I'm happy to be with you until the end. Thank you, I love you very much."

It was the last bit in ZEA Cornelia's memory before you started the deactivation process.

Your forehead and palm touched the glass of the artificial tube. Even with tears flowing, you smiled. "I'm so glad I met you, ZEA. In the far future, we will be reunited.”

Taka stood by the glass window of his office with several papers of letter in hand. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his own feelings. His heart suddenly throb painfully. He didn't want to cry because basically he would also follow the sender of the letter soon. But sadness, anger, and worry still eat away at his heart.

On his desk, his device played some records of someone's point of view. The chip that was sent not long after the letter arrived played up memories of its owner. Taka have already watched some of the memories, but he was not strong enough to watch them all at once. He would end up spending almost 4 years watching all of it.

"Get my car ready," he ordered his assistant. Taka put the letter back in the envelope and took out the chip he was playing from his device. He grabbed his suit jacket.

"If I may ask, where are you going, sir?" the assistant asked.

"I have to go to Hana's place. I have to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid and is okay." -----[FIN].

Automaton’s End Point Fiction by Author Xandra May, 2023

#nijisanji x reader #nijisanji id #nijisanji ex-id #nijisanji ex id #zea cornelia

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snowboyclarkov · 1 year

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Personality Comparison For No Reason

My personality typing, as stated in my profile description, is ISTJ 5w4. Using that, and other methods, this is an extensive list of characters from different series whose personalities I am closest to, based on their cognitive functions, enneagram and general similar behaviours between themselves and myself. Pictures of each one will be below the list.

Since I made this, a second has been done after analysing Beyblade Burst some more and deciding that my personality is more akin to Gwyn Reynolds instead of Naoki Minamo, and to Brooklyn Masefield instead of Garland Siebald. That same adjustment has been made to this post as well.

Crowscare -> Ingram

Cookie Run -> Frost Queen Cookie

Cuphead -> Chinook Pilot Saluki

Doki Doki Literature Club! -> Yuri

Grand Theft Auto -> Eddie Toh

The Grand Tour -> James May

Inazuma Eleven -> Fuusuke Suzuno

Beyblade -> Brooklyn Masefield

Katawa Shoujo -> Rin Tezuka

Beyblade Burst -> Gwyn Reynolds

Made In Abyss -> Ozen

Monster Girl Encyclopedia -> Soldier Beetle

Mix Ore -> Nagisa Ichigaulait

Fire Emblem -> Idunn

Undertale -> Woshua

Gakuen Babysitters -> Keigo Saikawa

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure -> Leone Abbacchio

Touhou Project -> Ran Yakumo

Ace Attorney -> Sorin Sprocket

Beyblade: Metal Saga -> Faust

The Loud House -> Maggie

Jelly Jamm -> Ongo

Rosario + Vampire -> Mizore Shirayuki

Corpse Party -> Naho Saenoki

Danganronpa -> Mukuro Ikusaba

Sonic The Hedgehog -> Sage Robotnik

Land of the Lustrous -> Rutile

Dragon Ball -> Jimmy Firecracker

Inazuma Eleven: Ares -> Yuuichirou Mansaku

Initial D -> Satoshi Omiya

Shimoneta -> Hyouka Fuwa

Pirates of the Caribbean -> Murtogg

Pokémon -> Calem

Kid Icarus -> Poseidon

Monster Girl Quest -> Gnome

Yandere Simulator -> Horo Goramu

Joshiraku -> Gankyou Kuurubiyuutei

Monogatari -> Sodachi Oikura

Professor Layton -> Ridelle Mystere

Game of Thrones -> Archmaester Ebrose

The Binding of Isaac -> Apollyon

Date A Live -> Yuzuru Yamai

Star Fox -> General Pepper

Zero Escape -> Sigma Klim

Super Smash Bros. -> Galeem

Puyo Puyo -> Legamünt

Yu-Gi-Oh! GX -> Ryo Marufuji

Ninjago -> Milton Dyer

Bakugan -> Fabia Sheen

Codename: Kids Next Door -> Nigel Uno

Glitch -> E. Gadd

Kirby -> Claycia

Saw -> Daniel Matthews

Dead Rising -> Carl Schliff

Omori -> Sunny

The Amazing World of Gumball -> Clipboard Men

Monster Musume -> Lala

Paper Mario -> Professor Toad

Trauma Center -> Victor Niguel

Driver -> Bishop

Nagasarete Airanto -> Chikage

Inspector Morse -> Endeavour Morse

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective -> Jowd

God of War -> Helios

Saiko no Sutoka -> Akira

Cells At Work! -> NT4201

Total Drama -> MK

Hetalia -> Iceland

Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil -> Ronaldo

Hotel Dusk -> Kevin Woodward

Papers, Please -> M. Vonel

Oggy & the Cockroaches -> Marky

It's Not Me, It's My Basement -> Embry Oliver

Chainsaw Man -> Asa Mitaka

Inazuma Eleven GO -> Alpha

Azur Lane -> Admiral Graf Spee

Heaven's Lost Property -> Nymph

My Hero Academia -> Yui Kodai (Rule)

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Bonus: My main OC's MHA variant, basic details

Occupation = U.A. Student

Hero Name = Mizoregnar (formerly a neutral/arc main antagonist a la Gwyn Reynolds, currently part of Class 1-A)

Appearance = See the bottom of the post, can turn hands into ice claws, hair gains gem-like appearance a la Land of the Lustrous when quirk is in effect, also a biological hermaphrodite

Quirk = Snow Sage [Yuki-onna physiology/powers, has cold-powered artillery that is part of their body and can be vanished at any time for convenience.]

Extra = Capable of combining quirk and learned skill to perform Touhou-style danmaku based on formulae & equations.

More Extra = Black light powers (similar to Glory Regnar's powers, taught by mother who has a quirk that grants 4 disembodied wings that are said to be impervious [they aren't] and light-based powers. Galeem as a quirk, basically.)

Costume = Imagine the spirit/avatar of Greatest Raphael/Glory Regnar as clothing/armour minus the head, tail and shimenawa parts (Colour scheme switched to white, lavender purple, dark purple, black, teal, ice-blue & ice-white.)] Alternate outfits exist too, because I'm indecisive. Outfits made from special material, protective but soft and flexible.

They call their moves 'Genesis Crown', etc. as opposed to 'Glory Crown' seen in the Beyblade Burst series.

Naturally maintains a chilled air around their body constantly to prevent overheating, sometimes faint cold air is made visible surrounding the space directly around their body. Does best in cold environments especially those filled with ice and/or snow.

*What the outfit would be based on: da3d992e9ba23709a6cfc78dcf8d39 b959d086e59b47a9eec8d597566617 08e07cb1f7c8df62cc2f1a93031eb3 670964123039ae7bc75b881fc1c648

**Appearance (Extra): Light grey skin, nigh-impervious exoskeleton covering entire body, 6 legs (2 fore + 4 normal), ice-based wings inside carapace, ship-esque cold-powered artillery When Quirk in Effect = Pupils turn roughly the same colour as irises (light gold), ice claws, hair turns lavender purple and gains a gem-esque appearance a la Land of the Lustrous, can turn arms into any item desired (all made of pure ice) Basically the entire body = File:Soldier_Beetle_0 Thanks to studies together with mother, capable of causing exoskeleton to fade away and lower half of body to change to normal legs for convenience, similar to the artillery mutation.

***The artillery looks just like the sort that Admiral Graf Spee has. AGS used as basis due to personality and colour scheme reasons. The red is exchanged for lavender.

****Things like swords, chainsaws and other quirks have no effect if they strike the exoskeleton. Unless the attacking force is heat-based, in which case it very much can as long as the heat in question is further above normal body temperature than Clarkov's coldness is below 10C.

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bo-katan · 1 year

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STAR WARS VISIONS EP 6: TO-B1

At first, this short did remind me of Astro Boy and Pinocchio, but by the end, it was more reminiscent of Avatar: The Last Air Bender.

T0-B1 is the exact same youthful, naive, playful, hopeful dreamer as Aang in how they approach the greater powers of their worlds. T0-B1 must learn and understand what it means to be a Jedi and the responsibility that comes with it, in the same way that Aang has to learn and understand what it means to be the Avatar. There is also a moment where T0-B1 enters a spiritual other-world to speak with Professor Mitaka, which resembles the way Aang enters the Avatar state.

Although this short has an animation style and approach that is tailored more toward children, it fits perfectly with what is the heart of star wars.

#currently watching #star wars visions #to-b1 #sw visions

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fcalty · 2 years

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dopheld mitaka grew up on an imperial planet to an imperial family. his father was a professor at the arkanis academy. his mother is a disabled ex stormtrooper. young dopheld spent a lot of time tinkering. he had a talent for repairing tech. he wanted to go into the engineering program but he joined the military at his mother's request to keep up the family tradition. the military academy was a secret organization on the edge of wild space, hidden from the new republic's forces. while study, mitaka excelled at the theoretical elements of war. he was shocked when he witnessed the true horrors during the first battle he witnessed. his commitment to the first order cause began with his mother's beliefs and grief over family members lost during battles with the rebel armies. but now, the tragedies of war have began to make mitaka question his career choice.

#➣ 𝘼𝙍𝙆𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙎 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙉 & 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙀𝘿: headcanons | mitaka #mitaka was the spy is gonna be my canon

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acharnemcntresources · 5 months

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KEY CHARACTERS AND IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS ― main verse

active characters

Phasma ― A bond of trust forged through clandestine conspiracy, Phasma and Hux have become and inseparable pair. Bound by the common goal of recreating themselves by rising above their oppressors, the young officer and stormtrooper entered into an assassination pact to systematically eliminate those standing in their way. The most notable of these hits being the scheme to murder Hux's abusive father, who initially recruited Phasma to the First Order. The assassination of a high ranking officer was a significant risk to undertake, legitimizing the circumstantial loyalty between the Captain and her new commanding officer. Beyond the binding influence of the pact, Phasma and Hux have a general understanding and acceptance of one another that has sparked something akin to friendship. Despite both party's unwillingness to acknowledge this tacit dynamic. Phasma does not truly pledge loyalty to anyone other than herself, but her commitment to Armitage Hux is the closest she will get to genuine fealty.

Kylo Ren ― Driven by opposing goals, a rivalry sparks between Snoke's favored apprentice & Grand Admiral Sloane's unspoken heir. Years of implicit animosity between their mentors gives way to a caustic battle for power that spans several years, bleeding into their forced collaboration as co-commanders of the Finalizer. Within the years following their mutual defeat on Starkiller Base, something shifts. Snoke's hold begins to slip, and with his death, the last remnants of his parasitic grasp begin to fade. Within this dead space of disquieting liberation, Hux proposes a tentative truce in the effort to move forward and collaborate toward their respective goals for the First Order. Thus begins a delicate partnership that slowly blossoms as the two self-proclaimed leaders set off to reconstruct the First Order into a operative military based governments. While Ren primarily devotes his efforts to the broadening military, Hux reinvents himself as a political figurehead —High Chancellor of a newly established Republic. As their Empire grows, the two leaders enter another contract for the benefit of expansion —A political marriage that will stabilize the connection between military and government and present a uniform front to the Galaxy. But perhaps Hux has ulterior motives for instigating this premediated union...

Dopheld Mitaka ― Perhaps Armitage's longest standing connection; Dopheld is the son of two if Armitage's step mother's close family friends. The pair were acquainted at infancy. Armitage's step mother declared the Mitaka her adopted son's godparents, unbeknownst to his father. Armitage lost connection with the Mitaka's when he was kidnapped from his step mother, by his father Brendol. He was reunited with the younger boy in the First Order Academy, years later upon the Star Destroyer Eclipse. Young Dopheld idolized Armitage throughout their academic years. His idolization was indirectly encourage by his father, Dr. Mitaka, an Engineering professor who took great interest as Armitage as a student. Upon, graduation, the two officers kept in touch, their paths crossing regularly until Dopheld ultimately was stationed under Armitage's command on the Finalizer. Hux promotions Mitaka to Colonel, then General as he begins his ascension from General to High Chancellor of the reimagined First Order. To this day they still have an unspoken familial bond; the stern and ambitious older brother to the loyal and reverent younger brother. That is, until Mitaka's ideals begin to shift...

Rownei Ren ― Acquainted during a mission to expose a traitorous affiliate, young Armitage Hux found an uncanny ally in the cynical knight, who managed to match him in wit. Their success prompted assigned collaboration on several other operations, designated by the Supreme Leader himself. Official cooperation slowly evolved into implicit camaraderie, a development Hux was eager to embrace in order to gain leverage over his rival, Kylo Ren. Yet with time, the pair became genuine friends; sharing information over drinks, confiding in each other through carefully coded small talk. Intentions of deception abandoned to a slowly arising sense of trust. A connection that deepened following Hux's tentative truce with Ren. After which, Rownei became something akin to Hux's ambassador —the bridge between the Chancellor's staff and Kylo's band of warriors. Their friendship aided Hux in navigating his tumultuous relationship with the Supreme Leader, narrowing the gap between Hux's inner circle and the knights as the First Order transitioned into a growing Empire.

Kelan Veliize ―

Rivk Ren ―

Frankie Ren ―

Connie Kincaid ―

Tanyn Ren ―

Karitza Ren ―

npcs

Pienna al Trel ―

Narka Zaila ―

#mobile friendly/accessible: connections - main verse

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xaracosmia · 1 year

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, JOU TAZUNA.

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: erika age: 25 pronouns: she / her ooc contact: fugionaras @ twitter + tumblr other characters in xc: raiden ei, michael afton, ena shinonome & asa mitaka

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: jou “joe” tazuna age: 18 pronouns: he / him series: kimi ga shine / your turn to die canon point: end of chapter one, part two app triggers: SPOILERS FOR YOUR TURN TO DIE, mentions of parental death (father), police corruption, stalking, kidnapping, torture, death (burning), death of a minor

personality:

to sum joe up, he could be considered a puppy. easily excited, upbeat, and extremely loyal, it’s easy to see why he could be called someone’s best friend. while his energy is hard to match, joe has a particular brand of shyness to him when it comes to comments on his appearance or when others misunderstand him.

however, his attitude washes away briefly during the duration of the death game. with the stress of the situation and lack of information about why they’re there, joe becomes distrustful of those around him to the point of not wanting to say his name. despite that, he bonds with the youngest of them all and loosens up over time. however, while he opens up to them, joe does his best to avoid taking any actions that could worry his friends.

joe has a rather optimistic overall worldview. past all the suspicion that plagues him during the game, he struggles to get out of it because he truly wants to place his trust in those that are stuck with him.

something your muse struggles with: as of the death game, a distinct sense of paranoia. it’s hard to trust people in a situation like this and no matter how much he’s reassured himself that he can with this group, it always feels like a half-truth.

your muse’s greatest strength: an almost unwavering sense of optimism. joe lights up a room whenever he’s around and his presence has been something akin to a comfort when around.

history / background:

a second year at sonobeno high school, joe tazuna… doesn’t exactly know where he wants to go upon graduation. a guy that prefers to live in the moment, the future is kept on the backburner while he runs forward through his current days with his best friends sara chidouin and ryoko hirose.

that’s not to say his life before this has been easy. a couple years prior, his father (a former police officer fired for trying to expose the darkness within the police) was killed. the story they were told was that he had a gun and that it was done in self-defense. believable or not, joe and his mother packed up and left the prefecture to settle in sonobeno.

unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the end of the suffering, apparently. sara gains a stalker and, with that, the distress of the event seeps in gently. while his date with ryoko the day that begins the end of his life is kind, it all comes crashing down when he’s knocked unconscious in sara’s bedroom after hearing her scream only minutes after finding her mom’s unconscious body.

kidnapped and thrown in a life or death situation, joe keeps himself together as best as he can through a game of russian roulette and other incidents that happen. kazumi mishima, a kind professor, dies right in front of him as the collar forcibly attached to his neck burns through him. all he can feel is his frustration, sadness, his emotions boil over– and he cools down alone, resolving himself to putting faith in the other people caught in the situation.

within that mindset, joe and kai satou strike up a deal. pick up the sacrifice card, the only means of escape, and turn the tides so joe will be voted for and escape with sara. this card, with its skull face, weighs heavily on his shoulders. selfishly sacrifice ten others for the safety of his best friend and himself, or die? those options loom heavily over his head.

when the main game comes around, it’s do-or-die. he wants to live, horribly so, desperately so, but his heart won’t allow it. he pleads for people not to vote for him prior to fabricating his role.

… but he can’t say he’s too surprised when it doesn’t work in his favor. joe’s never been a great liar after all.

in the end, when the punishment is handed down, all he can do is try and smile for his best friend. it’s the least he owes her in the end, right?

powers / abilities: none!

inherent abilities: none!

items / weapons:

pocket dog. a precious keychain that his best friend sara gave him on his birthday. he keeps it in the chest pocket of his school uniform’s blazer.

group photo. a picture of joe, ryoko, and sara! he keeps it in a hidden pocket on the inside of his blazer.

starting ability: none! starting item: pocket dog!

ꕥ — EXTRA;

diversity win! your local Just A Guy is trans and bi!

adhd babey

he also has freckles on his face and shoulders!

has death scars from his execution (right shoulder, over the heart, right lower side, and right thigh), totaling eight.

discord id: SACRIFICE.#9048

#mun: erika #xc application

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ao3feed--kylux · 1 year

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by PriestSat

Все начинается в университете, где наглый студент Рен, который задирает скромного молодого преподавателя Хакса, задирает-задирает, и в итоге все заканчивается сексом... ...а потом продолжается и продолжается.

Words: 156089, Chapters: 76/76, Language: Русский

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Leia Organa, Snoke (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Rey (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Original Male Character(s), Armitage Hux/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - College/University, Masturbation, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Violence, Abuse, Dirty Talk, Smoking, Sugar Daddy, Oral Sex, BDSM, Blood and Torture, Blood Kink, Trauma, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Love Confessions, Self-Harm, Unhealthy Relationships, Swearing, Out of Character, Angst, Drama, Jealousy, Mental Instability, Business, Revenge, Reunions, Hurt/Comfort, Separations, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Man, Treason, Professor Armitage Hux, Student Kylo Ren, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Knifeplay, Scars, Punishment, Submissive Kylo Ren, Shibari, Immobility, Fetish, Sex Toys, Phone Sex, Collars

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#star wars: the force awakens #star wars: the last jedi #kylux #kylo ren #general hux #fanfic

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animatedminds · 3 years

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Star Wars: Visions - Episode 6: T0-B1

The third one of the night (well, early morning now), and the final one of today’s (well, early tomorrow’s) set. This has been a really enjoyable trio, and I hope the last three are just as engaging as these three. But without further ado:

Episode 6: T0-B1 Developed By: Science SARU Directed By: Abel Góngora Let’s start with an important philosophical question: What if Astro Boy... but Star Wars? And there you have our premise. Let’s get into it. In an indeterminate time after the Original Trilogy, possibly also after the Sequel Trilogy, T0-B1 (or Toby, a riff on Tobio, a name Astro Boy fans should immediately recognize, but hey - it’s also a pun on “to be one.” I like my references to be double layered) is a highly advance and humanlike droid in the shape of a stylized child, the creation of a kindly, armless (not a typo) old scientist named Prof. Mitaka, who looks a hell of a lot like Dr. Light (Megaman being another property with clear Astro Boy reference, this feels like a double-reference). Mitaka is a traveling researcher dedicated to seeding life on barren planets, but T0-B1 only dreams of the stories he hears from his “father” about the Jedi, and the battles they’ve had across the years.

He wants to be a Jedi, and seemingly in an attempt to occupy his endless attentions, Mitaka suggests that he - like the padawans of old - search the planet for a kyber crystal before he even thinks about becoming a Jedi. T0-B1 combs the planet, eventually finding his way into Mitaka’s secret, forbidden basement - where he’s sure a kyber crystal must be. In doing so, he finds a ship and accidentally sends a transmission... which ends up reaching the wrong ears, eventually bringing tragedy... and destiny... down upon T0-B1 and Mikaba’s heads. Let me preface this by saying that, unlike some other fans and writers, I don’t really have a problem with a droid becoming force sensitive, per se - at least, as long as its done right. Partly because Star Wars has always been kind of weird and half-measure about droids. Droids are clearly sapient, some (like R2) outright proactive in the destinies of others, and many clearly have emotion, resolve, and a yearning for more than what they have. But droids in Star Wars are explicitly limited in what they can be, often by the story itself, and are often treated as non-human (in the sense of being non-anthropomorphized) even though they are increasingly written with a degree of humanity. Canonically, droids cannot be force sensitive because they aren’t alive, but the force exists within everything and guides the universe as a whole, and as droids become more mentally alive int he writing it becomes a sticking point that this rule is somewhat limiting. It frankly wouldn’t surprise me if, one day, they decide to say that someone like R2 was force sensitive all along.

Onto T0-B1 himself. Toby, as the Astro Boy equivalent, is very obviously going to be force sensitive. He’s extremely human, fluid and highly contrasting to the design of the other droids in the series - or even in the short itself - for reasons the short chooses not to get into because it’s just trying to tell an Astro Boy without worrying about the lore. As an Astro Boy reference, he also gets a straight up fusion super mode at one point, which is pretty rad but a bit jarring for the setting. But the short invites you not to care about that sort of thing, because it knows what it wants to do and is going to commit to it, by thunder. So this one was interesting, folks. It more than any of the others is a straight up merger of two franchises, one step below a crossover: it’s very blatantly Astro Boy, Star Wars Style, which gives it a very different concept and overall feel from any of the other shorts. But that said, there’s a lot of attention to the fact that both concepts are conducive to the same themes. The familiar Yoda speech of excitement and adventure not being what a Jedi pursues are paramount to the story, in T0-B1 learning that what he chooses to do with his life is more important than his immature idea of what makes a Jedi cool. But at the same time, the Astro Boy theme of someone not part of the world finding their purpose as someone, something great and beyond their beginnings is absolutely something that slots into Star Wars no problem. Visually, it’s fantastic. It has a distinctive visual style that emphasizes the cuteness and fluidity of the main characters while also maintaining strong landscape and epic scale of action which... again... is understandable, given that its a throwback to Astro Boy. Most of the comments one could make about this short eventually cycle back to that comparison, because of what the short is doing. But that doesn’t diminish how well the mix of environment and character can come off in the moment, and the fight scene towards the end of the episode is all the better for it - though it does end somewhat abruptly.

As for the secondary focus of these reactions - the canon potential part... as you might know by now, each Visions short film is non-canon, but we can still look at each to see how well they fit into the universe - as, with enough support, there’s always a chance that things that fit in well might get the incorporation treatment should the company believe there’s potential there. And does T0-B1 fit well into the setting of Star Wars. Oh My, No. We can start with the fact that, my own opinions about whether droids could work as force sensitive aside (and again, I personally think it could work), the company‘s official stance on that is currently “no, absolutely not.” Then we can go into the fact that T0-B1 is way different conceptually than any other droid in the series, on an entirely different level. He feels like a character from another franchise, because he is a character from another franchise. And that’s okay. This feels like another one that isn’t trying to fit within the setting as much as do the thing it sets out to do, and do it well.

And as always, the canon potential bit is an entirely separate question from “does it do the thing it wants to do well?” And I’d say it does. It wasn’t necessarily my favorite thus far, but only because everything in this series has been dynamite thus far. This short fuses two classic narratives from the 20th Century - one from the East, one from the West - into a single story, enhancing the themes and characteristics of both, and it does so with a lot of heart.

#t0-bi #star wars: visions #disney+#astro boy #megaman #Science SARU #Abel Gongara #Yuichiro Kido #star wars anime #sci fi anime #noncanon #very noncanon #good episode #doubtful chances #its practically a crossover #also its adorable #osamu tezuka #professor mitaka #Animated Minds for Animated Times

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trooperst-3v3 · 5 years

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Looking forward to my spa day with Mitaka and thought I’d treat myself a little early, so I went to Eileen to get a fancy hair cut.

I saw the look in her eyes when I took off my helmet. I’ve seen similar looks before.

She says, “Are you...?”

Ugh. “Part Wookiee? Har har. I hear it all the time. And I have no clue. Ask Hux. Maybe his dad told him who I was taken from.”

“No. Are you the person that stole Ren’s volumizing conditioner? He came to me a week ago pissed that it was missing and your hair looks glorious.”

I was like, “How dare. I will not stand here and be accused of stealing from the Supreme Leader in retaliation for being summoned to unclog his shower drain at 2 AM because he can’t be bothered to put a hair catcher in his drain like a normal person.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She says. “You could at least give him back the curling iron, though. He already dresses in black and mopes around like an emo kid while murdering people with dark magic. The hair and the lightsaber are the only things at this point keeping him from looking like Professor Snape having a particularly bad semester at Hogwarts.”

Ugh. FINE.

#ST-3V3 #star wars #the last jedi #stormtrooper #kylo ren #lieutenant mitaka #eileen #spa day #general hux #brendol hux #wookiee #hair cut #conditioner #lightsaber #professor snape #hogwarts #emo kid #curling iron

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safarigirlsp · 2 years

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Dashing through the Snow

Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Romance. Humor.

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Christmas Song Prompt: Sleigh Ride

Author’s Note: My lovely friend Zannah @babbushka has graciously allowed me to take two of her characters for a wintery ride because I’m obsessed! Please enjoy this Christmas special featuring Hogwarts Professor Jacques Le Gris and Pandora set in the Spellbound universe!

Please read the spectacular fic Spellbound here!

Other Holidays at Hogwarts!

Valentine's Day - I Put A Spell On You

Thanksgiving - A Duel to Remember

Halloween - Where there’s Smoke, there’s Fire

Christmas - Forbidden

Pleasant tickling and scratching along the soft skin of Pandora’s inner thigh roused her from sleep all too early one Saturday morning in mid-December. Her eyelids were fluttering open as she slowly and begrudgingly awakened when the sensation of a hot tongue eagerly licking through her center and soft lips kissing her passionately brought her fully into consciousness.

With a sharp surprised inhale, her eyes shot open and her thighs clamped tight around the head of wild ebony hair that was shoved between her thighs. Jacques was ardently giving her the best Good Morning he possibly could. His amber eyes met hers, crinkling around the edges with his satisfaction when her back arched off his mattress in response to another swipe of his tongue.

“I can’t tell if this means you’re trying to get on my nice or naughty list this year,” Pandora moaned with a laugh, twisting her fingers into his hair and bucking against his face as he brought her closer with every adoration he traced into her with his tongue.

“You know which category suits me best, cherie.” Jacques pulled back just enough to respond in his rich timbre before sucking her clit between his lips.

Moments later, Pandora was gushing on his tongue, her thighs trembling around the sides of his face as shudders racked her entire body from the pleasure Jacques so masterfully gave her. Jacques resumed kissing her thigh while her tremors subsided, wiping his lips on her skin, before kissing his way up the center of her body as he crawled over her.

Instead of plunging inside her, as was his new favorite morning routine since their trysts had grown into something more consistent and more affectionate, he planted his elbows on either side of her head, careful not to catch any of her long auburn hair beneath them, and smiled lovingly down at her.

Pandora ran her hands across his broad shoulders, returning his lovesick smile, although she would never use that descriptor herself. High above, Jacques had bewitched the ceiling of his bedroom, similar to the great hall, to look like a peaceful snowfall. Fluffy snowflakes drifted lazily down from a cloudy vaulted ceiling, vanishing when they reached the tops of the doorways. An enormous and likewise enchanted Christmas tree sat in one corner of his room, reaching high toward the ceiling. Dancing lights like hundreds of fireflies fluttered among its branches, making the tree sparkle and shimmer with twinkling light.

Outside, the world shone with the light of a crisp golden dawn. Frosted patterns coated the tall arched windows near Jacques’s bed, making the light shine even crisper. A heavy and fresh blanket of snow coated the landscape beyond, a solid foot of new powder having fallen during this night. It was the first real snow of the year. A beautiful morning, indeed.

“This is all very nice, handsome, but why in the hell did you wake me up this early?” Pandora asked with a laugh, tugging him down for a kiss. “It’s the weekend. This is unconscionable.”

“Did you not enjoy my good morning?” Jacques teased, kissing her again.

“Very much,” she admitted, nodding her approval. “Now, let’s go back to sleep.”

“I can’t. I’m… Well, I’m technically working today,” Jacques confessed, pouting slightly for effect and in an attempt to curry Pandora’s favor. “I agreed to help Mitaka with one of his new beasts.”

“You volunteered yourself for extra work on a weekend that we could spend together? Maybe even without leaving your bed for the majority of it?” Pandora asked incredulously with a raised eyebrow, not hiding her displeasure. “And on the first big snowfall of the year, no less? What could you possibly have been thinking?”

“We’ll still be spending it together,” Jacques asserted confidently, his grin beaming wide. “You’re coming with me.”

“Like hell I am!” Pandora laughed at his proposition. She tried to push him off of her as punishment, but Jacques had her firmly caged beneath him and there was no budging his enormous body unless he allowed it.

Narrowing her eyes at him in a playful glare, she dug her sharpened fingernails into his sides, goosing him and making him flinch away enough for her to quickly roll him over onto his back and swing herself up to straddle his hips. Gripping Jacques’s thick wrists in her small hands, Pandora pushed his hands above his head, pinning them there because he allowed her too. After all, he enjoyed the way it brought her ample tits so close to his face as she leaned close to him, while he only grinned at her wider.

“I’m going to stay in bed and enjoy my morning,” Pandora said as she shook some hair out of her face. “Maybe I’ll lounge by the fire. Maybe I’ll take a hot bath. Maybe I’ll see to myself again since my handsome man is leaving me all alone.”

“You’ll have fun, cherie. You have my word,” Jacques implored sincerely before bucking his hips and knocking Pandora forward against his chest, trapping her in his bear-like embrace. “Your pleasure is always my utmost priority.”

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Stepping outside the castle into the bright morning sunlight, glistening like diamonds on the fresh snowfall, Jacques snatched Pandora’s hand, pulling her excitedly alongside him across the grounds. Looking down at her, he grinned like an idiot, as excited to be out in the first deep snow of the year as any young student at Hogwarts. Jacques wore a rich charcoal tunic and a heavy sable-lined cape that billowed behind him as he walked, swirling the snow in his wake. Pandora’s fitted scarlet overcoat was buttoned tight, it’s lynx-trimmed collar and capelet rustled by the gentle breeze that brought a rosy tint to the fair skin of her cheeks.

The snowy landscape was pristine, stretching away across the grounds. Jacques and Pandora were the first to venture out in the early morning hours, earning the immaculate view, marred only by their footprints.

Laughing and talking animatedly in his excitement, breath fogging from his lips with every word, Jacques led Pandora to the lower part of the grounds, near the treeline of the forest. One of the many areas of the grounds that was off limits to students was a stable of sorts nestled just enough inside the Forbidden Forest to be hidden by the trees. Housed inside the enclosed stables were some of the more exotic creatures who were wards of the school, cared for by the Care of Magical Creatures professor and the Groundskeeper. Both of the men who had asked Jacques for help with a particularly troublesome animal, hoping that Jacques was even more stubborn and disorderly than the beast itself.

“Wait here,” Jacques instructed Pandora so excitedly that she half expected him to ask her to cover her eyes in anticipation of receiving a grand gift.

Jacques hurried inside the stable, closing the wooden double doors behind him. A cacophony of growls and grunts, whinnies and whines, sounded from inside, greeting Jacques upon his entry. When he re-emerged, he was smiling broadly and leading the most magnificent animal Pandora had ever seen.

A gigantic dapple-gray horse pranced beside him, chewing the bit in its mouth, neck arched and high-stepping proudly like a war horse on a battlefield. The size of a large draft horse, the beast’s withers rose to the level of Jacques’s chin, its chest twice as broad as Jacques’s shoulders. Its dappled carbon coat gleamed with a silver sheen in the sunlight with starbursts of white forming an elegant constellation that matched the white feathered hair on its fetlocks. But this was no ordinary horse. Folded against the line of its back was a pair of feathered wings, colored like a stormy sky, and longer than the horse’s body by another half-length. Once free of the confines of the stable, the horse stretched its wings out to the side like a person stretching their arms. The first joint of a wing knocked Jacques’s shoulder roughly, sending him stumbling forward before he regained his balance.

“Everyone else was having a hard time breaking this big guy, so I volunteered my services,” Jacques said proudly, patting the pegasus’s neck. “We’re getting along just fine now, though.”

“One large unruly beast to tame another, huh?” Pandora teased, extending her hand palm up to the horse as she approached, letting him sniff her skin before placing her hand on the flat of his nose and stroking up to his forehead. The horse lowered his head into her touch, making fast friends.

“You certainly have a talent for dealing with wild animals yourself,” Jacques commented, admiring her easy confidence with the pegasus.

“I’ve had quite a lot of practice as of late,” she replied, smirking at Jacques as she patted the horse’s cheek.

“You’re about to get a lot more.” Jacques winked at her before turning and leading the horse toward the back of the stable, calling over his shoulder, “Follow me, belle dame.”

Jogging a few steps to catch up with Jacques and the horse that pranced beside him, Pandora saw what could only be Jacques’s great surprise. A two-person sleigh awaited them in the snow behind the stable.

“Tell me you’re joking,” she laughed, bumping Jacques with her shoulder when he brought the horse to a stop at the front of the sleigh.

“I would never,” Jacques teased, flashing her a dashing grin.

Grabbing the collar of the sleigh’s harness, Jacques held it up in front of him, whistling for the horse to lower his head. The horse pricked its ears forward at Jacques, evaluating whether or not he should obey the boisterous human. Jacques whistled again, sharper and more insistent this time. With a snort of fogged breath, the pegasus resigned himself to comply, lowering his head and allowing Jacques to place the collar over his head and slide it down his neck to rest on the animal’s shoulders. The horse fluttered his wings, standing at attention while Jacques fastened the rest of the harness over his carbon-tinged body.

Finished with the horse, Jacques brushed the foot of fresh snow off the seat of the sleigh. He pulled a wool blanket off the seat that he had planted for this occasion, shaking it free of snow as well. He next retrieved an enchanted, perpetually hot thermos full of mulled wine from the floor, showing it to Pandora before placing it on the seat.

“Your chariot awaits, madame,” Jacques said when he was done prepping the sleigh, bowing gallantly with a flourish of his cape. When he straightened, he puffed his chest, very pleased with himself, and extended a hand to Pandora.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” she asked with a laugh, looking from Jacques to the pegasus who impatiently stomped the ground and back.

“What is this, cherie?” Jacques asked raising his eyebrows, feigning surprise and smirking rakishly. “You’re not afraid, are you?”

That was all it took, as Jacques knew it would be. Glaring playfully at him, Pandora took his proffered hand and stepped into the sleigh, settling down on the icy bench seat. Jacques followed her into the sleigh, sliding next to her on the seat until his shoulder brushed against her.

Taking the reins in his hands, Jacques looked over at Pandora, meeting her icy blue eyes when he clicked for the horse to start out, smacking the reins lightly down on his rump. Lunging forward against the harness, the pegasus charged ahead, jumping immediately into a prancing trot, throwing Pandora back against the seat from the torque. Jacques’s hold on the reins helped him balance and keep his posture while the animal ran ahead, pulling the sleigh behind as easily as though it were weightless. Snow kicked up from the horse’s hooves, a light flurry as horse and sleigh cut through the powder.

As the horse trotted across the open grounds of Hogwarts, clear of the forest and trees, Jacques grinned wickedly at Pandora. The horse jetted over the snowy hills and fields, pulling the sleigh behind him over the estate near the castle. By this time in the morning, a good number of students were outside enjoying their own snow day as well as a few faculty members. All heads turned to look at the spectacle of the great winged horse, trotting as fast as a racehorse could run, pulling a red sleigh behind, with the feisty redheaded woman and hulking raven-haired man sitting close together, laughing and smiling at each other.

Pandora’s beautiful smiling laughter made Jacques beam with pride, his chest puffed and a wide smile wrinkling his cheeks. Leaning in toward the woman who had stolen his heart, Jacques brushed the tip of her nose with his before capturing her lips in a kiss heated enough to make them both forget the wind whipping around them in the racing sleigh. Reaching her hand to his cheek, Pandora pulled Jacques closer, deepening their kiss while his own hands kept a tight grip on the reins.

“I hate to admit you were right, handsome,” she whispered against his lips when she pulled away, biting her lower lip between her teeth and caressing Jacques’s cheek. “But this is lovely.”

“Ready for the real fun, cherie?” Without waiting for Pandora to answer his question, Jacques snapped the reins on the horse’s hindquarters again more firmly. Bucking in the harness at the sting of the reins, the pegasus broke into a gallop and spread his dark wings wide, flapping them powerfully once and then twice as he ran. On the third flap of his wings, the pegasus’s hooves left the ground as the beast rose to take flight, pulling the sleigh into the air behind him, bobbing errantly when its rails lifted out of the snow.

“Christ, Jacques!” Pandora shouted excitedly, more from elation than shock, as she seized Jacques’s arm in her tightest grip, locking her arm around his and holding him close.

The pegasus veered toward the castle, flying only a few feet above the ground as he grew accustomed to the weight of the sleigh against his harness. Tugging hard on the reins, Jacques tried to steer the horse back out into the open field to no avail. Jacques and Pandora collectively grimaced, gritting their teeth when the horse seemed as though he would crash straight into the wall of the castle, aiming straight for a stretch of stone wall next to one of the castle’s arched entryways. A lanky ginger-haired man stood in the entryway, leaning against the wall trying to enjoy a steaming mug on this fine winter morning.

Unfortunately for Hux, the pegasus had other plans. Hux’s eyes blew wide at the sight of the grey winged horse and airborne sleigh charging straight at him. Forgetting his tea, Hux dove to the side, facedown into the snow, splashing his sweater with his morning beverage. At the last possible second, the horse turned sharply away, avoiding a collision with the wall and with Hux, and soared high into the air, skirting the wall of the tallest castle tower. Through windows, the shocked eyes of other castle inhabitants could be seen staring out at the flying sleigh and the two notorious professors.

Jacques would no doubt be hearing about the morning’s events later. Not that he cared much; he was used to getting chewed out by the powers that be. He laughed heartily at the thought, sharing a grin with Pandora who felt the same.

Pulling away from the castle, the pegasus flew high over the quidditch field, weaving between the stands, and then out along the icy bank of the Black Lake. Pulling back on one rein, Jacques turned the horse away from the more mountainous and rocky slopes near the lake, guiding him back toward the forest that surrounded the castle grounds. The pegasus dipped lower toward the ground, flying only a few yards above the snowy landscape.

“Easy boy,” Jacques bellowed to the pegasus above the din of rushing air, pulling back on the reins to try and slow the racing horse before he barreled into the trees. “Whoa!”

Slowing only slightly, the pegasus returned to the ground, landing with a snort, galloping toward the forest treeline. Cursing loudly, Jacques shot his arm out in front of Pandora’s chest, pinning her against the seat and keeping her from being thrown forward with the rough impact. The horse didn’t slow before crashing into the trees, darting agilely between their trunks, wholly unconcerned about running through the branches that hung heavy with snow.

Tree after tree dumped their branches’ loads of snow down upon Jacques and Pandora as the sleigh careened through the forest before Jacques could slow the horse. Using all of his incredible strength he yanked back on the reins hard enough to break the jaw of a regular horse, finally getting the attention of the excited pegasus sufficiently to bring him back down to a trot.

Jacques shook a layer of snow from his own mane, grinning sheepishly at Pandora before brushing some snow away from her hair and shoulders as she glared back at him. Pandora scooped a large handful of snow off the bench seat of the sleigh and balled it in her hands. Lunging at Jacques, she yanked the front of his shirt open before he could block her and shoved the icy snowball inside down along his chest.

“Dammit woman!” Jacques exclaimed with a laugh, flinching from the snow melting on his skin. Without relenting, Pandora playfully shoved another handful right into his face. “Alright, if it’s a war you want!”

Reining the horse to a stop just inside the trees, Jacques bunched a snowball himself from the snow that had fallen in the sleigh, gathering an unfairly large amount in his massive hands. Pandora bailed out of the opposite side of the sleigh, ducking low behind it as she laughed.

“The first shot across the bow was yours, cherie,” Jacques said, shaking his head as he stood in the sleigh, using his advantage to aim well.

“I never start a fight I can’t finish,” she replied, still laughing. Shooting up to her feet from where she knelt by the sleigh, she whipped her wand out from her robes as Jacques threw his snowball.

Jacques’s snowball hit her square in the chest, exploding across her body and neck, the cold powder spraying her face. But not before she waved her wand in a graceful swish. Jacques could hardly enjoy his well-aimed strike before the snow from every busy tree around the sleigh came crashing down upon him from Pandora’s spell that shook the snow from each and every branch. Jacques’s growling curses were muffled by the avalanche of snow that coated him in a white blanket.

Shaking his head and shoulders like a wet dog, he sent a flurry of snow flying from his body before lunging out of the sleigh, giving chase after Pandora with a snarl as she bounded away through the snow.

Pandora ran back to the edge of the trees toward the open castle grounds, knowing that Jacques would retaliate in kind and send a forest of snow down upon her. Swirling her wand in the air as she ran, she raised a whirlwind of snow in her wake that sought Jacques and encircled him in even more blizzarding snow.

Just as she burst through the trees into the field, Jacques was on her, wrapping her in a powerful bearhug from behind and tackling her playfully to the ground. He made sure his arm hit the ground first below her, taking the brunt of the impact so he didn’t risk hurting her, but also ensuring that she was solidly caged beneath his enormous body. Jacques was completely caked in snow, his charcoal clothes and dark cape entirely white, only his reddened face, back hair, and vibrant eyes showed true.

“Help! I’m being mauled by a yeti!” Pandora shouted teasingly, trying futilely to shove him off of her as they wrestled in the snow.

Growling for effect at her words, Jacques lowered himself over her, easily pinning her down and attacking her face and lips with kisses. The feel of her shapely curves beneath him was irresistible, rendering him incapable of keeping his ministrations merely playful. Settling more of his weight on her, Jacques kissed her properly and deeply. Both of them were ambivalent to the snow that covered Jacques and surrounded Pandora, the heat of their shared passion enough to melt the ice around them.

Suddenly, a sizzling crack cut through the air and a spark burst on Jacques’s shoulder. Jacques winced, his body tensing as he and Pandora both jerked their heads to look toward the source of the attack just as another bolt struck Jacques in the side.

Simultaneously, Jacques and Pandora both shot their hands out toward the group of three teenage boys who were already sending more curses at the yeti who was attacking one of their favorite professors. Jacques and Pandora were each masters at wandless magic, a necessary skill in any combat situation. The spells the students sent their way stopped in mid-air, crackling and flashing, before fizzling out completely.

“P-Professor Le Gris?” one of the students stammered in shock, dropping his wand down to his side. “We just heard Professor Malefore scream and we… we read about yetis earlier this month. We didn’t know it was you, Professor Le Gris.”

“Who the hell else would it be?” Jacques grumbled, frustrated at the boys’ poor timing. Pushing up from the ground, he pulled Pandora up to her feet with him. He brushed the snow from her body before bothering to tend to himself.

Jacques bent over, brushing his hands through his hair to shake the snow away. Hunched over, shaking snow from his body, he looked even more like an abominable snow beast. Such was the sight that met the eyes of the fourth boy who finally caught up with his older friends on their rescue mission. Without pausing to think, the blonde first-year raised his wand, leveling the first botched spell that came into his mind.

With a purple flash of light, Jacques’s clothing vanished, evaporated into the ether, leaving him standing stark naked in nothing but his leather boots and shocked expression. A collective intake of breath sounded from the students at the sight of Jacques in his still partially aroused state, as the oldest boy smacked the wand out of the first-year’s hands. Jacques grabbed Pandora, yanking her body in front of him as a shield from the eyes of the students; although they had gotten plenty an eyeful enough already for Jacques to be gossiped about among the student body for the remainder of the school year, if not for years to come.

Pandora couldn’t help laughing at Jacques’s predicament as he scowled over her head at the students, memorizing their faces to decide later if he would deduct points for ruining his morning or award them points for their good intent of trying to help Pandora against a beast as large as himself. Terrified by Jacques’s glare, the boys scattered, running back to the castle in fear of the fearsome man retaliating against them. As soon as they turned tail and Jacques sighed out his frustration, the cold set into him, every rigid muscle in his body shivering.

Holding out her hand, Pandora summoned the wool blanket from the carriage to her grip. She quickly wrapped it around Jacques, smirking at the blushing scowl that had overtaken his features.

“Kylo is going to love this one,” Jacques pouted, walking back to the sleigh while Pandora rubbed his back in a small attempt to warm him.

“Look on the bright side,” she told him with a smile. “Now I get to warm you up.” She thought for a moment, her smile widening before telling Jacques, “Although, since we can’t apparate on school grounds, you’re going to be quite the sight walking back through the castle like this.”

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Back in Jacques’s chambers, Pandora ran a steaming bath in an immense claw-foot bathtub while he stood shivering in the bathroom, clutching the blanket around his body. She left the bathroom when he lowered himself into the water, grumbling about, “Goddamn kids ruining a perfectly nice date.”

With a few flicks of her wand, Pandora had a fire roaring in the hearth, every candle in Jacques’s quarters flickering, and the dancing lights of the Christmas tree glowing warmly. She stripped herself of her clothing, walking nude back to the bathroom to join Jacques in the bath. Trailing her nails across Jacques’s shoulders and down one of his arms, she threw a leg over the side of the tub and lowered herself down into the water to straddle Jacques’s lap. The tub was luxuriously large, easily accommodating them both with the bubbly water rising to the level of Jacques’s armpits and Pandora’s breasts.

“I think I have frostbite on my dick,” Jacques poked fun at himself, letting his lips settle in a pout.

“Don’t sulk. Given your personality, I’d have thought that you’d be used to showing your ass by now,” she teased in return, rubbing her hands up the dense plane of his chest. “Besides, this isn’t the worst magical mishap this year. I’d rather your clothes get evaporated than your eyebrows get singed off, like happened to Hux last month.”

“I can’t imagine the fucking gossip and rumors this is going to incite,” Jacques groaned, hiding his face in her neck and wrapping his arms around her body, a flush creeping onto his chest.

“I’m sure it will just add to your illustrious reputation,” she assured him, sitting back on his thighs to smirk at him. “If it’s that big in the cold…”

Jacques laughed despite himself. Besides, it was wholly impossible for him to do anything but grin when he had Pandora seated in his lap. Especially now, with her magnificent breasts lifted by the water, smeared with foaming bubbles, and bobbing with the ripples in the bathwater.

“You’re a goddess, cherie,” Jacques said appreciatively, running his hands over the supple hourglass curves of her figure. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek sweetly, nuzzling his prominent nose softly against her skin, before moving his lips to the place below her ear. Inhaling Pandora’s intoxicating bouquet, Jacques began to lose himself in her. “Let me worship you.”

“I guess the frostbite isn’t that bad, then?” she teased, running a hand through Jacques’s thick hair while he kissed at the skin of her neck.

“I’m sorry our date got cut short today,” he mumbled against her skin. “I wanted it to be special for you.”

“Don’t be sorry. You make everything special, Jacques,” she assured him with a smile. “Besides, I insist on you taking me on many more flying sleigh rides this winter.”

“As many times as you wish.” Jacques couldn’t help but grin as his hand trailed up her thigh. “I need to learn that spell myself, so I can zap your clothes off whenever I want.”

Turning into Jacques, she met his lips while he skimmed his fingers through her folds. Jacques kissed her hungrily, his lingering frustration coming out in his eager tongue licking into her mouth, and his thick fingers pushing inside of her, curling and pumping.

Reaching for his cock, she felt him hard and throbbing under her touch. It was all the invitation she needed. Pandora raised herself up enough to guide him inside her as she lowered herself down onto his cock. Throwing her head back, she moaned Jacques’s name as he spread her open. It was as though she would never get used to that first thrust of his magnificent cock.

Jacques’s hands smoothed down her sides, from her full breasts to her nipped waist to her pert round ass, caressing her gently before his grip would become bruising once she started fucking herself on his cock. He brought his mouth to her breast where it bobbed above the water, swirling his tongue around her nipple and teasing her with his lips.

“I love your tight little pussy,” Jacques groaned, thrusting his hips up beneath her. “You’re fucking perfect.”

When she started to grind her hips, his large hands encouraged her, pulling and pushing her in his lap. She lifted her hands to tangle into his dense wet hair, tugging his head down to her neck. The feeling of Jacques’s plush lips on her skin made her rock faster, sending water sloshing around them and spilling over the sides of the tub. Jacques bucked his hips beneath her, biting into the flesh of her neck and digging his fingers into her hips. He always reached the deepest places inside of her, rubbing her deliciously with every long thick inch of his perfect cock.

Pleasured moans fell from Pandora’s lips in time with her rhythm, blending with Jacques’s rich growls, as she ground and bounced on his cock. Wanting more than anything to make her feel good, Jacques brought a hand to the front of her pussy, rubbing her clit with his calloused thumb while she fucked herself on his cock and felt her pussy begin to flutter and tighten around him in response.

“I love feeling you squeeze my cock like that,” Jacques gritted through clenched teeth, bucking his hips up into her. “Your pussy’s tighter than a Devil’s Snare.”

Pandora’s orgasm rocked her body, making her quiver and shudder in Jacques’s lap. He smiled hungrily, using his hands on her hips to keep her grinding on him until her pulses stilled. Wrapping his arms around her, Jacques thrust his final few times to push himself over the edge after her.

Every muscle in his body tensed and flexed when he came with a growl. Thighs straining and arms tightening around Pandora, he buried his face in her neck as he pumped her full of his thick hot cum. Her hands returned to his hair, her fingers running soothingly through his waves as his taught muscles slowly relaxed.

“That was incredible, cherie.” Jacques smeared his words against the side of her neck where he nuzzled into her, holding her tight, wanting to stay inside of her for as long as possible.

After several minutes, he kissed her neck a few final times and raised his head to look at her with a satisfied grin, admiring her exquisite beauty and the way the firelight from his room made her auburn hair glow like embers. Somehow, just looking into her bright blue eyes made everything feel right in his world.

“Let me take you away for the winter break,” Jacques spoke softly, almost a plea. “We could spend it at my estate in France. We could find an adventure for ourselves. We could go anywhere you wish, cherie. The destination hardly matters, just tell me that you’ll come away with me.”

“I’d love nothing more, handsome,” Pandora told him, watching the way he beamed back at her. She smiled warmly down at him in return, but her smile quickly turned mischievous as she mused, “Shouldn’t we join everyone in the Great Hall for dinner tonight? I’m sure the other professors will want to hear all about the Yeti who’s stalking the castle grounds.”

Jacques only groaned painfully in response, dropping his head to her shoulder and burying his face in the crook of her neck as if he could hide there from the world.

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