#[ Their Presence Raises The Standard For The Whole Class. That Is My Class: Class 1-A! // Mod Eraserhead 🖤 ]

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[ttoya]

ttoya’s BNHA Popularity Poll 

↳ #10 SHOTA AIZAWA

“Even If they're not physically with everyone. Their presence raises the standard for the whole class. That is my class: class 1-A!"

[gruuldark]

MY FAVORITE CHARACTER(S): Shōta Aizawa from Boku No Hero Academia // My Hero Academia

"I'm not worried. I can't wait to se what they'll do. Even if they're not physically with everyone, their presence raises the standard for the whole class. That is my class....Class 1-A!"

[mymoonagedaydream]

Domestic Bliss (Part 1)

Summary: A long-term undercover mission in the suburbs doesn’t sound so bad- until you find out who you’re going with.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x y/n

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Bit of language, nothing too severe

Author’s Note: Hello! Thanks for reading- this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, any support would be really appreciated :) Next parts will be coming soon.

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‘Alright gang, here’s a little something we’ve been gifted by SHIELD.’ 

Tony unceremoniously dropped the pile of manilla envelopes he’d had tucked under his arm onto the table and gestured for everyone to take one. He very rarely summoned the entire team to the conference table, and even when he did most of you didn’t bother turning up. There were only so many times you could sit through one of Banner’s lectures about... physics, probably. 

You grabbed one of the envelopes and slid another to Natasha beside you. They were thick, heavy.

‘Some of their little agents have decided to be proactive, bless their hearts, and they think they’ve tracked a human trafficking ring to a house Upstate. But, here’s the kicker, they also seem to think it’s too dangerous to send in bog standard uniform drones for recon- apparently this particular group is notorious for wanting to play bazookas with anyone who pisses them off.’

‘We taking orders from SHIELD now?’ Sam asked, without looking up from the envelope he was tearing open.

‘Not orders, requests. Only the fun ones though.’ Sam’s eyes darted up to Stark, where they were met with a sarcastic smile. 

Steve was looking over the documents with his typical intense concern. ‘So you want us to do recon?’

‘Um not you, tights. We’ve managed to get hold of one of the other houses on the street and we’re going to need a constant, inconspicuous presence there. This is probably going to end up as a long-term undercover operation, even SHIELD aren’t stupid enough to ask me to send in one of the most recognisable faces in America. But thanks for coming.’ 

Looking a bit dejected, Steve dropped the papers back onto the table and folded his arms over his chest.

‘It’s alright Cap,’ you piped in with a smirk, ‘the rest of us don’t get your astounding discounts on wholesale Lycra. There’s pros and cons to being famous.’

Steve narrowed his eyes at you and tried to suppress a smile. Looking back down at the papers you skimmed over the details. Middle class residential area, mostly families and elderly couples, the last place you’d think to look for an international crime syndicate. Suppose that was the point. 

‘Who do you have in mind then?’ Steve asked. 

With a smug smile, Stark’s eyes slowly moved to settle on Bucky, who was flicking through the sheets far too quickly to take in any of the information. Steve followed Tony’s gaze, and the sudden silence in the room caused you, Nat and Sam to look up from your papers and do the same. 

It took a good few seconds longer than it should have for Bucky to notice that everyone around the table was staring at him in silence. As soon as he looked up you could tell that he hadn’t been listening to a word Tony had said.

Your working relationship with Bucky so far had been strained, to say the least. Steve brought him to the compound a few months ago but, even before he arrived, you dreaded having to live alongside the Winter Soldier. Just listening to Tony explain his backstory to the team brought back horrific memories of your past in Hydra. You’d tried so hard to forget everything they’d put you through- being face to face with their greatest asset everyday would be all but unbearable.

‘Whatta you say MK Ultra? Up for trying the sweet life in the suburbs for a while? Get some fresh air through your metal slat thingies?’ 

‘Why in the hell do you want me on this?’ Bucky was looking at Tony with genuine disbelief, mixed with a hint of annoyance, probably at the fact he’d have to do something other than spend all his time in the compound’s gym. 

‘Oh come on, tin man. You can handle yourself against crazies with weapons and, most importantly, you’re the least recognisable person here.’ 

Bucky whacked his metal arm down on the table in front of him and glared at Tony, deadpan.

‘Ah, I’ve thought of that too.’ With another signature smug smile in Bucky’s direction, Tony reached into his pocket and took out a small silver hoop, which he unclasped into two halves held together by a hinge. ‘Put it on your wrist.’

‘What the hell is it?’

Tony waved his hand exasperatedly towards the unclasped hoop. Everyone around the table was staring at it, mystified. Bucky grabbed it cautiously, placed it around his left wrist and reluctantly snapped it shut. 

Immediately, hundreds of tiny green squares emerged from the device in a growing sheet, creating a solid layer which settled snugly against his silver arm. After a few seconds it began changing, filling with colour and details. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Tony’s device had created a digital layer of skin over the metal arm- a convincing layer of skin, too. Bucky raised both hands in front of his face and stared at them, speechless.

‘Do they make those to go around necks?’ chucked Nat. ‘I wouldn’t mind putting a different face over Clint’s occasionally.’ 

Tony carried on talking about something- probably explaining the intricacies of the device, not that anyone cared or understood- but you couldn’t focus on anything he was saying. Your eyes were fixed on Bucky. You realised that, before now, you’d never seen him smile. Sure, you’d seen the typical tight lipped, polite expression that he gave when passing people in the corridor and you’d seen him smirk at Steve’s goofy jokes, but across the table from you, still staring at his hands, Bucky was grinning. Beaming. You didn’t know why, but it made you feel warm. It made you feel-

‘Y/N!’

You blinked back to reality. 

‘You back with us kid? I’m sure I put “no recreational drugs unless you share with the whole group” on your tenancy agreement.’

‘Very funny, Stark.’ You retorted. ‘I’m working on three hours sleep here, what is it you need?’

‘Are you up for it?’

‘For what?’

‘You and the Manchurian Candidate, domestic bliss?’

You furrowed your brows, half expecting Tony to burst out laughing and mock you for believing him. But he didn’t. You frantically looked around the other faces at the table, finding all of them intentionally averting their eyes from you.

Apart from Bucky. 

He was looking at you, still grinning.

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Part Two

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[byronblogs]

Squealing Santa 2020- Cheating

“You should have thought about that before you cheated.” Iida shows Kaminari what happens when he cheats. @tickly-floof @ticklygiggles  

Kaminari finally succeeds in cheating on his Hero History test when it rubs Iida the wrong way, punishment ensues. (He is the Class Rep and all.) Fandom; BNHA/MHA

A/N: Sorry that the characterization might not be great, but I figured it was pretty close for someone who hasn't written anything creative for months😁 hope you like it! Merry Christmas❤

    For once in a lifetime, Class 1-A was actually warned about a test before Aizawa Sensei walked into class with the paperwork in one hand and a sleeping bag in the other. Everyone had prepared differently, some spent a whole week pouring over assignments and textbooks, some let it slip into the background and crammed at the last minute, and some decided they could sneak past the Class Rep while he was leading a study group and steal the answers. Kaminari thought he was smart, and he spent a good hour patting himself on the back for getting the test copy without his teacher or Iida noticing. 

    Normally, Kaminari would have shared, if he was honest he intended to, but he was already so impressed with his expertly executed recon mission that he didn’t want Mina to accidentally say something at the wrong time or have Mineta find out and bribe him for answers. Yes, Normally he would have shared, but a success like this was hardly normal. 

    Kaminari’s second success was when he somehow managed to sneak his answers into the class and turn in his test without revealing himself. He was sure that at this point, Aizawa was either letting it slide or losing his touch. 

    Not more than a day later did the tests come back, and kaminari could not have been happier. He’d thrown a few answers to look less suspicious and managed to land himself a solid B, the highest grade he’d had in years. He was so busy fawning over it in the dorms that he never even noticed Mina come up behind him in the dining area. 

    “Is that your test, Kami? Ooh! Let me see, let me see! Did you flunk it too?” Mina had pulled the test from his hands before he could even react to her presence, thankfully she was out of the way before a startled shock jumped between his fingertips. 

    “Woah! Hey, lay off!” Kaminari twisted in his chair as he tried to grab his test back, “Be careful, you’ll crumple it!”

    “You say that like you wanna tape it to the fridge, what did you get, an F minus?” Mina giggled, using one hand to push Kami away and the other to hold the paper up as she scanned it, “Woah! What the hell, Kami!? How’d you get a B?” Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair when she removed her hand from his face to cradle the test in both hands.

    “You what?” Iida’s voice echoed through the room as he stood up on the other side of the table where he, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu had been going over their grades. The Rest of the class must have been off doing the same in the solitude of their rooms.

    “Nice work Kaminari!” Midoriya cheered from his seat, ever encouraging. Several positive reactions came from around the room as Bakugou appeared seemingly out of nowhere to tear the paper from Mina’s hands.

    “Damn, Sparky, not bad, you cheat or something?” Bakugou scoffed, eyebrows quirked as he scanned the test over before Iida stomped over and took the test as well, earning an indignant growl from the blond.

    “Precisely my question,” Iida frowned over the test before narrowing his eyes at Kaminari, “Cheating is forbidden in all testing environments,if you achieved this grade through dis-honest means-”

    “Woah woah woah! Everybody slow down, I didn’t cheat! I just studied! Can we please just stop playing Ring Around the Rosie with my test?” Kaminari begged, speaking a little too quickly as he leapt from his seat to grab his test, only for Iida to catch his wrist.

    “Oh, I don’t think so, you never study, especially of your own accord. Don’t lie to me. Did. You. Cheat?” Iida seemed more bristled than usual, his frown deeper and his height towering. 

    “Jeez, Iida, let me have this!”

    “Answer the question.”

    “I- well…” Kaminari gulped, “Okay fine! Yes, I cheated, but I think I should be getting a pat on the back anyway,do you know how hard it was to sneak past you and Aizawa Sensei? My recon skills should be applauded!” He pulled his wrist from Iida’s grip and threw his hands in the air, pouting.

    “Kaminari!” Iida chastised, “You are a student of UA, you should be holding yourself to a higher standard than this!”

    “Calm down, Iida! It’d just one stupid test!” Kaminari held his hands out defensively as Iida started stepping closer, Kami stepping back. At this point, everyone had grown quiet. Bakugou had stepped back to watch the show, Mina simply taking a seat on the table to stay out of the fray, and the study group in the corner sharing looks, wondering if they should be breaking this up.

    Nobody had ever seen Iida this angry, however, nobody had ever successfully cheated on a test either, “It is not just a ‘stupid test!’” Iida’s voice had yet to raise, but it certainly seemed more strained as he stepped forward, jabbing a finger at Kaminari with every step as the test crumpled in his other hand. “As Class Rep, it is my job to ensure that 1-A is holding a standard and behaving as future heroes should, and as of this moment you have done nothing but shatter that image!”

    Iida had backed Kami into a wall, leaving the boy nowhere to go but sideways, causing Iida’s poke to miss its mark on Kami’s chest and land on his side instead. It was the strangled yelp that left Kaminari’s throat that seemed to sober Iida for a moment.

    “Kaminari?” His voice was calmer, concerned as he scanned over his classmate, “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

    “Nope! I mean! Uh-” he swallowed, “I’m fine! All good! I would like to leave this conversation though, so if you don’t mind-” Kami moved to pass Iida, a faint blush on his cheeks, only for the taller boy to gently push him back into the wall by his shoulder and reach for his side.

    “Absolutely not. You don’t have much of an honesty streak going,and if you’re hurt your injuries should be addressed!” Iida gingerly started squeezing Kaminari’s side, searching for whatever injury caused his outcry, paying careful attention to how the boy stiffened.

    “H-Hey! Easy, Iida, I told you, I’m fine!” Kami insisted, pushing at Iida’s hand, still firmly planted on his shoulder. “Seriously, man, just lay- Ah!” The squeak certainly caught Iida’s attention.

    “Is that where it hurts?” Iida questioned, gently pressing on the little spot beneath Kami’s ribs to feel for injuries.

    “No, Iida! Wahait!” Kami dipped his head low and pulled a leg up to his stomach as his giggle escaped, trying to block Iida’s fingers. 

    It took the Class Rep about ten seconds of confused staring to finally get it. “Oh.” The subtle grin that spread across Iida’s face was devilish, and his tone was no better, drawing Kami’s wide eyes up to meet his.

    “Oh god, don’t you dare.”

    “I think I dare.”

    The attack was sudden and brutal, the test still held between Iida’s hand and Kami’s shoulder was forgotten as the larger boy dug into Kami’s lower ribs, rippling his fingers up the boy’s ribcage as he squealed. 

    “Iida! No no no waIT! Gaha! Gehet ohohoff! Iida!” Kami flailed, floundering between pushing Iida away and slamming his arms down, eventually settling to slide down the wall and try to turn out of Iida’s gip, the test fluttering to the ground as his escape was cut short by a large arm pulling Kami’s back to Iida’s chest and digging into his ribs.

    “Well, I think I’ve just figured out how to discourage cheating in the class.” Iida proclaimed as he dove his second arm into the frey, scratching at Kami’s stomach. By now, the rest of the room had relaxed and started chuckling along, Bakugou grumbling something about wanting to see that fist fight and leaving for his room. Mina had taken to giggling hysterically and shouting tips from the sidelines, not that Iida was hearing any of it. #

    “Iidaha! Stohohop, oho my Gohohod! Plehease! I cahahan’t!” Kami kicked wildly as he clawed at the hands assaulting his torso, squeezing his eyes shut and slamming his head back against Iida’s shoulder.

    “Maybe you should have considered that before you cheated, after all, your plan was so well executed.” Iida spoke in Kami’s ear, causing the boy to crinkle his neck and pull his legs to his chest momentarily, a squeak breaking through his laughter. When holding his weight grew too distracting, Iida chose to sit down right where he was, trapping Kami in his lap as he counted up his ribs. 

    “Tell you what, if you can tell me the correct answer to one of these test questions without your cheat sheet, I’ll let you go. Sounds good?” 

    “Whahahat!? Nohohoho! I cahahan’t! Iidahaha, plehehease!” 

    “Great! Now, let’s see here…” Iida leaned to the left a little, peeking at a question on the first page, Kami had spent plenty of time staring at it, he must have learned something, “What President approved ‘Hero’ as a job in the states?”

    “Ihihi- ohoho gohod! Ihihi dohon’t know!” Kami started sliding down in Iida’s lap with his squirming, laughter bright if not a little panicked.

    “Sure you do! Guess.”

    “Uhuhum! K-Kehenedy?” he shrieked a little as Iida flipped him out of his lap and onto the floor, leaning over him as he started drilling into his hips. 

    “Not even close. Maybe you need some encouragement.” 

    “IHIHIIDAHA! Nohoho! Nohohot theheheHEHERE! Gehehet ohohohoff!” Little sparks started jumping from Kami’s hair and skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to be startling, so Iida pulled his hands away just in time for Kami to arch his back and kick the wall, connecting his heel right with a wall socket and promptly knocking out the power. For a moment, all you could hear was Kami’s huffing breaths and slowing yet hysterical giggles as he calmed down, this quiet was short-lived, however, as the whole room busted out laughing.

    “Oho my Gohod, Kami! What did you do?” Mina cackled, Midoriya wheezing like a dying seal in the corner, bent over the far end of the table. Even Todoroki was Chuckling wildly. 

    “What the FUCK, Sparky!?” Bakugou called from upstairs, presumably seething. Kaminari stopped sparking just as a glowing-eyed Aizawa walked into the room with his Capture Weapon gripped in his hands.

“What is going on in here!?”

    The chorus of different students laying out blame on Kami and Iida did the poor eclectic hero no good in his explanation of his test results.

[runolllo-fanboygirl]

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I'm going to start by clarifying that these are messages I got in response to my post here /// LINK /// After this, I'm not replying to messages about this kinda thing in a long time. Talking about sexualization and such other topics is important but I'm not in a state to be made the center of it. Please, don't come to my inbox asking for discourse, go and create your own posts if you want to raise awareness or vent.

And now to answer to these new asks:

FIRST OF ALL: while I love the way Murata draws men, robotic stuff, monsters... I actually HATE the way he draws ladies! I prefer their proportions in the OPM anime and games. Murata is literally SO BAD at drawing women compared to the level of expertise he has drawing men, and it's all ‘cos he keeps drawing ladies "the h0rny way". We all know this, let's move on.

"He's drawing all the monster girls sexualized" Did the fact that Manako's genre reveal deconstructs the trope "the default is male" totally go over your head? That Psykos's reveal as a woman running the whole MA was a big deal for this same reason as well? There are a bunch of female monsters… you just assume they're all male unless you see big b00bs and then complain about that very fact. They literally made a whole point about this specifically!

"He changed Mizuki's shorts to p4nties to please fanboys" I liked the shorts better too (just because I find her whole character design a bit more balanced that way) so that change bothered me as well, but the "p4nties" are actually standard athletic wear for competition. Shorts are not. Technically, she’s drawn more accurately now.

"Sports Bras don't work that way he just wants to draw b00bs" neither do the shirts and bodysuits the guys are wearing. You can see all their muscles and manb00bs and cr0tch lines, just as much as with Fubuki and Tatsu's hero outfits and Mizuki's top.

"But when the boys are drawn that way, it's not to please the ladies, it's male power fantasy" THERE IS NO HETEROSEXUAL MALE POWER FANTASY BULLSHIT THAT CAN POSSIBLY EXPLAIN THE WAY MURATA DRAWS GAROU, FLASH, SONIC, STINGER AND SOME OF THE OTHER GUYS. The fact is that the way he draws eye candy of them appeals to other collectives other than the cis het men and he knows exactly what he's doing. Period.

"He constantly draws sexualized art of Mizuki to please the fanboys" Why exaggerate so much? This is simply not true. She's a woman in athlete wear, most of the time she's either standing up talking or fighting, no weird angles or anything. There is like 1 sexy cover of her, the back cover with all the girls in bikinis and then that infamous watermelon sequence. That's all the sexualization you are talking about.

"Mizuki only gets so much screen time because of how much p0rn of her there is" oh yeah Mizuki got a grand total of, like, *drum roll* 1 chapter and a half dedicated to her! Wow! Which is NOTHING taking into consideration how dense Garou's arc is and the fact that they will need at least 2 seasons of the anime to finish it.

But think about this: OPM desperately needed more female presence, in special with the prospect of finishing Garou's arc in the anime. Making anime is hard and COSTLY. Most of the people who is going to watch the anime haven't read the manga and they'll be like "what the heck there are no female characters in this anime for like 3 seasons?" and there is no team that's going to risk it working with such prospects. We know why.

Of all the expansion that Garou's arc got in the manga adaptation (and later in the anime), one of the most sensible and balanced decisions was to add more ladies. They put all those monster ladies for season 2, and then for season 3 we get Manako and Mizuki having some strong presence, Shadow and Kamaitachi there a bit in the back too. It benefits the pace and balance of both the manga and the future season 3 so immensely because Fubuki, Tatsumaki and Psykos take a LOOONG while to be relevant during Garou's Arc… in special with all the filler the manga put in between (but all that filler is of the S-Class boys getting development and a reality check which is kinda important too lol).

Point is: the screentime Mizuki got was VERY necessary to balance things in between of all the relentless Garou fights and the boys being boys. Sure Mizuki is beautiful and sexy and all, but really EVERYONE was waiting for a new female character that was relevant, likeable, fun… and on top of everything, it's so rare to see a strong 2m tall girl in fiction in general, not even just anime. Everyone got instantly excited about her because she's exactly what we needed AND MORE. And sure, people draw p0rn of her like they do with most other popular characters, what did you expect.

"The ladies are always more sexualized-" YES, in the OPM manga, the ladies are a little more sexualized than the men –but not by much AND not during plot stuff. By that I mean that most of the so called "sexualizing the girls" happens in the covers, back covers and promotional art very exclusively, and not during the story itself. HOWEVER, a lot of the sexy men bits do happen during the story, curiously.

 In the anime though, there is almost zero ladies fanservice (which makes sense since there is almost no female presence in the first 2 seasons anyway). Yet it's full of naked dudes, sometimes for a good reason, but mostly just so we can look at them being sexy and silly.

 I personally don't care if the man candy and ladies fanservice is not perfectly even in Murata's manga adaptation, because there is enough of both in his work, as well as other official OPM stuff like the anime and games to bring a very nice balance in the s3xy department.

 "The way the women are dressed-" Most of the background ladies are wearing skirt uniforms and shit, but all the relevant ladies primarily dress in nothing you can call "sexualized" except for maybe Tatsumaki with her strong leg game. To recall:

 Lilly wears the same as the men of the Blizzard Group; Twin Tail just dresses like a jester; Mizuki is the first to show so much skin, but she's still wearing real standard competition wear for athletes. All the other sportwomen (Hornet and Swim) and martial artists (Shadow, Suiko, Lin Lin) wear standard clothes for their respective professions too. Sure we've seen Shadow wearing some, uh, ninja bikini thing under her ACTUAL work clothes, but for actual fights she's fully dressed and surprisingly not stuffed in a tiny nylon bodysuit that rips like stocking, like all the ninja men in the series do lmao.

Fubuki and Tatsumaki are, like, the only ones wearing dresses and they can because they use psychic powers anyway. Fubuki doesn't even show ANY skin, ever! She just happens to have big b00bs! Kamaitachi is the other one wearing a "skirt" but it's similar to what Japanese martial artists would wear, too.

So, again… all this sexualization we are talking about is not even happening anywhere except in Murata's covers and some promotional art. ONE is famous for treating ladies very fairly, even if Murata tries very hard to exploit the sexy out of every single of the ladies ONE creates. All these ladies have their own agenda and personality that have nothing to do with being pretty or f*ckable. In fact, in-universe, no one ever mentions if the heroines are beautiful or sexy and no one ever talks about liking them for those reasons (except for Lilly and Erika who are gay for Fubuki and Tatsumaki respectively, amazingly enough no hetero characters mention it). I think the first time we've ever seen a relevant character talking about dating another relevant character is when Suiryu told Saitama and Suiko to date (but Suiryu is the resident h0rny fuckboy of the series, if someone was going to say something so stupid for all the wrong reasons, it was going to be him).

For being an adult series, a seinen that parodies shonen tropes and all, OPM is seriously very tame in the sexy ladies department. For this series, the sexy is just a luxurious accessory, just one more little thing. It's always pretty weird when people get so angry and disappointed about a new sexy girl cover or a couple of compromising panels, like they don't know what to expect.

 "He only draws that way to please the h0rny fanboys" Murata IS a h0rny fanboy himself and draws shit that appeals to him as much as he feels he’s allowed to insert in the series. Please remember he's the insane fanboy that reached up to ONE to beg him to continue One Punch Man and offered to make a manga adaptation to promote OPM.

From the moment Murata started drawing OPM, the tone of the manga was set and never changed: lots of blood and guts, comical and non-comical nudity, irreverence, sexy angles, Genos ripping his shirts off, ninjas in body suits that rip like they are nylons… people in shirts, tanktops and dresses so tight you can see all their muscles, boobs and even belly buttons whether they are men or women or otherwise… h0rny chapter covers, stupidly h0rny monsters…

Just reading the manga to the point where Genos and Mosquito Girl first appear, you know what you are in for with OPM. I don't know what some fans are expecting to see in OPM next, but I'm going to take a wild guess here and say: you should expect more of the same.

 At the end of the day, the manga is Murata's work with ONE, and if he likes drawing h0rny ladies more than boys, that's how things are! This is just 2 guys with their passion project. I don't expect of them the same as if there was a bigger team with a big budget behind the series, like it happens with many games and shows. In this last case, I would be a lot stricter about all this, because with more resources you're expected to do better things.

[zargsnake]

Knightkiller: Anakin and Obi-Wan’s First Adventure

Chapter 4: Chahlee Tiango

Word Count: 1217 Links: Chapter 1, Table of Contents

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Obi-Wan thinks, This place IS just exactly his wretched neck of the woods, isn't it? Poor Anakin. Once we're out of here, I'm going to keep him well in the Galactic Core, where people are mannered and rules are obeyed.

“Jedi!”

Obi-Wan stands and turns elegantly to the man barking at him. It's the Mandalorian himself. Typical for the unenlightened of their kind, he hides his face behind his silly helmet. It was painted red, though the paint is only clinging to the edges.

“Greetings, citizen. I come in peace.”

This man killed someone Anakin admired.

Obi-Wan expected and dreaded Anakin's former life to affect the two of them somehow. The Council feared it. He sensed it in the Force. Qui Gon never denied it. But Obi-Wan hadn't quite expected to literally rumble with a villainous slave-killer. Certainly not less than four months after taking this burden on.

The Mandalorian laughs evilly. “And you'll leave in pieces!”

“You know my name. Dare I ask for yours?”

“Chahlee Tiango. I'm a Yooro Soldier, YS-135. The deadliest in my class!”

“A Yooro Soldier?” replies Obi-Wan. Cyborg Mandalorians. Ah, this man is not only a ghost from Anakin's past, but from mine as well. “I was the Jedi who ended the Yooro program.”

“I KNOW! You didn't think you'd ever face the consequences from that, didja? But now a Yooro is gonna end YOU!”

“We'll see about that, Tiango.”

“You're completely in over your head, aren't you? In your pretty little world, you've never even heard of death matches. You've never even set foot in the Outer Rim.”

“Not true. I spent quite some time in a very tiny, very nasty corner of your Outer Rim. The homebase of Jabba the Hutt himself. Tatooine.”

Obi-Wan is taking a bit of a shot in the dark, based on Anakin's comment and a vague memory of what the Naboo said about Tatooine before they landed there -- something about the planet being controlled by Hutteese gangsters. He hopes this Jabba really is a big deal.

The Jedi knight continues, “I personally studied death matches there. You won a tournament a few years back, correct?”

“Oh, you were there for that?” He laughs. “Impressive, wasn't it! Some of those slaves were a real challenge. Not as much as you will be, I'm sure! But I've never been so eager to fight someone as I am to fight the man who personally destroyed the traditions of my people. And I have no doubt you'll be most entertaining.”

“I do not play with life and death like toys. But the galaxy will not miss you, Chahlee Tiango.”

Tiango laughs but Obi-Wan's bland face does not move more than to raise an eyebrow.  

“Where is the other Jedi?” Obi-Wan asks.

Tiango points behind him. Obi-Wan sees that the arena is ringed in these gladiator rooms, with sparking red grates between them. Master Juna must be locked in another gladiator room further around the arena.

The shade and quality of the red electrobars is quite similar to the red barriers which kept Obi-Wan apart from Qui-Gon when the Sith fatally wounded him. They also match the evil lightsaber that did it. When Obi-Wan realizes that, he feels a strange sense of relief. So that is why he has been feeling so terribly afraid. A color.

“Would you pass a message to her, from me?”

Tiango laughs, rather awkwardly at this point, and boisterously answers, “Sure!”

“Tell her Obi-Wan Kenobi is here, with my Padawan Anakin Skywalker... Hold on, let me write this down.”

He looks around the little room and peels off a piece of old white wallpaper.

“Does anyone have a pen?”

The warriors ask around, and soon one of them passes a pen through the red grate.

“Thank you.”

He writes on the wallpaper: “To Master Tila Juna, from Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padawan Anakin Skywalker. They'll no doubt make us fight. Ideas? I'm right out.”

He passes the pen and paper through the grate and watches as Tiango passes it through his grate, and the next person reads it and passes it through their grate, and the next person reads it, looks back at Obi-Wan, laughs, and continues passing it on. Obi-Wan loses sight of it as it continues around the curve of the arena. He doubts it will make it to Master Juna, but these people and their twisted standards of honor are unpredictable.

Tila Juna is one of the oldest and wisest Jedi. She and Yaddle are universally beloved; they are like grandmothers to all the Jedi on Coruscant. Obi-Wan remembers once, when he was a teenager, Master Juna caught him sneaking out after bedtime. She pretended she hadn't seen anything, and let him go with a knowing twinkle in her eye. She never told on him to Qui-Gon, so Obi-Wan had to tell on himself.

All murder is wrong; those three lives he just took are not cheaper than Master Juna's. But to kill her would be worse, and he knows it. It would be like killing family.

Obi-Wan sits cross-legged and shuts his eyes. He reaches out his feelings to get a grip on the mood in this space station. All around is excitement, terror, thrills, like spikes of electricity jumping off a metal sheet. He senses Anakin's participation in the communal feverishness; he is far too young and untrained to be calm at a time like this. He senses the other Padawan's presence as well. She is calmer, practiced in the art of meditation, but her calm is a brittle mask.

And he senses Juna -- a far greater knight than he is. Her presence is a sink in the energy all around them. True, deep peace. Obi-Wan knows she detects him, too; he self-consciously worries that his own inner peace must look so shallow.

But Master Juna has been here for days, and she hasn't been able to puzzle her way out. And the others, the children, are even more helpless. Obi-Wan is the best fighter here by far; he is one of the best fighters in the galaxy, if not THE best. It's up to him to save them all. And it's up to him to shut this whole tournament down, too. He is the hand of the law!

The ringleader behind the operation is this “Knightkiller.” She was able to kidnap Anakin from right behind Obi-Wan’s back. How? Anakin is a very careful boy. Where did she learn to use the Force? Could she be the other Sith -- the master, or apprentice, of Qui-Gon's killer?

Has she really killed any knights? Is she behind the disappearances of missing Jedi like Master Kayji, Master Meguum, Eldra Kaitis?

Why would a Sith bother with these low-lives and their stupid death game?

“Hey! Jedi! You got your message back!”

Tiango throws the note at Obi-Wan's head and Obi-Wan catches it without looking. He sees that under his note, Juna has written in shaky handwriting: “Knightkiller = Glagret.”

Glagret! The Jedi who went missing 400 years ago -- the reason they came here in the first place -- SHE has become Knightkiller! Juna must have recognized her.

Obi-Wan is horrified. How could she? A Jedi!

Chapter 5: Fenn Gallowk

[fatelotusorder]

Name: Elizabeth Tudor

Others  Names : Good  Queen Bess  , Liz  ,Lizabeth  ,Beth

Class: Ruler

other  Classes He  Qualifies For - Berserker(All Tudors Except Ed) , Caster, Saber(All English Ruler Qualify  for this class Bess Finds  this  dumb ), Lancer , Shielder

Alignment: Lawful Good

Voice Actor:Mitsuo Iwata (Sunny from Toriko , Hes  Also The Second Voice  For Ivanvok in One piece )

https://youtu.be/76jZj7Ymy9Y

Gender: Male  Likes: Sweets, Fashion , Beauty  in general

Dislikes: Don't call Him  Fat or  A Drag Queen , Dentists  , His Sister and  Father

Tags:King  ,English , Divine  ,Humaniod ,Servant ,Weak to Enuma Elish  NaturalEnemy: Mary Tudor  , Herny  the 8th  , Gilgamesh,Ozymandias  , Aslaung  , Medb

Cards: Buster,Art , Arts ,Arts Quick Active Skills:

Unwavering  Charisma (Increases Attack for  all Allies  and   Increases Allies  Defense  For 3 turn)

Ageless Beauty- Chance  to  Charm  All  Enemies  for 1 Turn ,and Seal their  NP for  Three  Turns

Glory of the Crown-Increase NP Gain and Apply Damage Cut to all allies for 3 turns

Passive Skills:

Rage of  Tudors - Increases allies   Attack  When Bess  is on  the Felid    Magic Resistance  

NP: Tudor Rose- Protection From the  Queen -  Arts-  Bess  Gives  a  Pray out  to God

,"when wars and seditions with grievous persecutions have vexed almost all kings and countries round about me, my reign hath been peaceable, and my realm a receptacle to thy afflicted Church. The love of my people hath appeared firm, and the devices of my enemies frustrate"

Before Similar  To  Neros A Room  Appears  Around  Him   as He Walks Towards  The  Throne , He Smiles as  Bess Sits  Down on  the Throne   And Snaps His Fingers   and a Light illuminates the Room. Give Invincibility for two hits and a 3 turn Heal Regen for Allies and Lowers Defense  for all Enemies .

Biography:

Elizabeth Tudor known By Many Aliases the last  Ruler of the  Tudor Dynasty in  England  , who Unlike her predecessors Before Enjoyed a Long Reign of about 44 years. Although Documented as a Woman in the History , The "Queen" was Actually  Male, Born with the name Arthur Tudor after his fathers late brother  but then Why Didn't  Bess take the  Throne  next Instead of   Edward he  was the Son Henry always wanted  .

Truth is  Henry  Declared  Bess as one  of His Daughters as Bess wasn't the son Henry wanted and Henry  didn't  consider   Bess Manly Enough  to  considered   His Next Heir   and  so Hid the Fact He Had another  Son by raising Bess  as  Girl and Eventually Declared Bess along with His Sister Mary as   Illegitimate  as Soon as He  had Edward .

Bess despite  His Arrogance, Flamboyancy, and Confidence in himself.Bess  Dose question if he truly a Man as He went through Great lengths to Hide the fact that he wasn't a Woman (even pulling an Artoria and giving himself breasts temporarily ) Mainly for political Reasons and so he didn't suffer the Similar short Rules of His Sister. Not for the Reasons that Modern Day people do it so His pronouces are He/ Them.

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Summoned: "Elizabeth Tudor ,Servant Class : Ruler ,Is it Nice to be in the presence of a Queen  ,Master"

Bond 1:  Its  not  Everyday  Your  around a Queen My  Master ,Smile ~

Bond 2:Hm ,your an Interesting  person  to Say the Least

Bond 3: Your orders Master ,I’ll Do anything you  ask me  to.~"

Bond 4: Hehe ,You Remind Me  of  Someone Very  Special to  me in life. Who is this person? Your not ready for that just yet

Bond 5: this special person , Well his Name was  Robert Dudley , I  had a crush on him for the longest time .

Dialogue 1:"Why  Do you Stare At  me like that ? ,Master ? Is it Because I'm So Breathtakingly beautiful ... or Is it Something Eles?"

Dialogue 2: "D-dentist, Master ,I D-don't need a Dentist"

Dialogue 3:"Master ,This Scale Has to Be wrong I can't  have gained  weight ,I Cut  back on Sweets"

Dialogue 4: "Some Days I wonder Why I was Summoned as a Ruler I'm Not a Saint  or anything ,Just  a person Who believed that God was  on His Side protecting Him. "

(If you Have  Henry the 8th) " Master  , Don't   Compare me  to that  Boar  in Humans  Clothing  ,He dosen't  Deserve the Comparison "

(if You Have Mary Tudor ) "Mary ,Your Here  ...M-master We need to  Talk"

(if You Have Francis Drake )

"  Don't Go Telling People , How Big My (temporary) Breasts  Were! and they  Were Not  Bigger than  Raikou's Cow Udders ! "

(if You Have Ivan  the Terrible ) "You  Look Just as   Ugly and Horrid as  that Letter  You wrote Me"

(If You Have  Ragnar or Judge Vinsmoke )" You  Remind me  of my  Father   ,That is a  Bad  thing "

(if you  have  Sanji,Before whole Cake ) - Okama! Who are you To Say whether I'm  an  Okama or not  , I'll  break You  Arms  Clean off!

(if you  have  Sanji,After  Whole Cake ) "I seem We were Similar Situations, Your father  wanted to mold  you Into a Warrior that lacked Empathy and Compassion and Hated your Passion of Cooking  for his Ridiculous Standards on  What Royalty should and Shouldn't do.. ...Huh ,but I  thought You  didn't  like ugly ass Okamas.~"

(if you Have  Ivar the Boneless Before  Rwby Event) - "he's  the shortest  Viking I've  Seen  and  his Legs Flop around like  if he   was a Ragdoll , He's Kinda  Adorable looking  He reminds me of a Cat .”

(Ivar After Rwby) " Of  Course Come Here  ,Ivar  , If you Need  a Shoulder  to  Cry   come  to  me  , I have been Moved by Your Life  Story, You  still Remind  of  a Cat  though "

(If You Have Gilgamesh , Ozy or Medb) " Aww ~ You seem Jealous, Is it because of My Breathtaking Beauty  attracts Everyone to me like bees to a Flower."

Something you like: I love Sweets and Sugar ,but I'm on diet after looking at the Scale .

Something you dislike:  I personally Hate being  Called a Drag queen or Okama  its Basically  telling me I couldn't  past for a Woman to save my life  , I don't like being Called Fat my Father had to be carried by crane  you know.

About the Holy Grail: Grail , If I had  I'd wish  to  be able  to Find  True Love   and Get married   During an

Event: An  Event , Ah something  Different   than Our Usal Missions we should take break and relax. Birthday: Happy Birthday , Master  ,I shall  get the Cafeteria  to prepare a Banquet.

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Other stuff

to clarify Bess is More gender non conforming and Really doesn’t caring for looking or acting Traditionally Masculine or Feminine . He’ll wear a Pencil skirt cause it looks nice and if people Mistake him for a women then he really dosent care to him that just means He looks pretty. He’ll drop to his natural sounding voice . Mainly because Elizabeth was Literally praised for his beauty even in his older Years where he was worse for wear in Servant form hes at most in his 30’s .

The reason why Bess hid as Women all his Life is that he was afraid of appearing weak and having a short chaotic rule like his sister as he says” It better to appear as a strong woman than be consider a weak man.“

also He’s 6’3 very tall .

In Fate Lotus order

The some of servants of Chaldea seemed to started a Fan club around Bess . This was started by Nobu and Nobukatsu( Whose actually a saber in this universe) cause Nobukatsu ended up forming a crush on him .

Bess pseudo Harem( cause he dosent know about this )now has

Finn mc Cool

a Chinese moth

Drake in there technically cause they’re Friends

his Advisor who is now a Pretty boy merged with a Snake like Eldritch god due messing with the Occult ( John dee )

he is unapologetically Bi and Unapologetically aware that he’s Thicc

Bess being a Male is based of a Debunked theory of Elizabeth Tudor being replaced by Similar looking male child after dying of illness . He is My Very first servant Oc along with his Sister Mary and Red riding Hood.

[ocular-intercourse]

every once in a while, i am remembered that i should probably nail down what exactly is in the realm of possibilities with the enhancements in the gyoverse

is the process government regulated, or more of a talent thing, the way anybody can learn how to draw with enough patience? I think it’s a mixture of both, people are not forbidden to gain certain abilities, you literally can’t keep it from happening, those are just things that can develop naturally when a person has the right mindset, but it’s also a dangerous process if certain levels are reached and things go wrong, so the government tries to keep certain levels.. I guess certified? At the very least registered. If you gain a certain amount of power you will be observed.

So there are two areas of use: personal & professional life.

In personal life a person can develop certain helpful abilities, imagine a fisherman training himself without trying to a point of being able to sense the location of fishes in the water. It’s very close to people in our world who just get very very skilled in their labor and get the ability to do specific things simply by experience (the way people in food stores can eyeball the weight of a specific item and be 100% right). Those are not particularly ‘powerful’ per se, more little every day helpers that might not even entirely get recognized as an enhancement. A lot of these abilities are inherited, but that might be less of a genetic thing and more grounded in the upbringing, environment, and education, one person teaching their skills and experiences to the next generation and them developing these enhancements themselves.

Then there’s professional life especially in jobs that are highly competitive, because everybody wants to be the best they can be in their field so naturally they would use any tools they can get their hands on. The biggest example of course is the army. The country with the strongest soldiers wins, so there have been raised standards and whoever cannot reach them loses by default. Hence the imperial army usually weeding out people with insufficient talent for the enhancements (thembo supreme raime being an exception). A whole nation selecting and breeding for the ultimate warriors at all times. There have been certain Levels established, a class of soldiers with Level A, Level B, Level C (those are not the actual names I’m still workshopping here), each with stronger abilities than the last. I imagine there are tests, either on set dates, or evaluations a person can apply for, to be moved to the next class (and get more pay and status). These Levels of evaluating a person’s capabilities can vary from job to job. A soldier with Level B would probably score lower in a scientific, research-based field, it’s all depending on how good you are at the enhancements that are useful for your job. (Army standard’s being pretty much universally accepted as the most powerful and useful skillsets and therefore valued the most)

Now this feels like a JRPG leveling system. My character’s skillset scores are Army Level C, Medicine Level A and Barter Level B+. (Now I’m picturing Trading Cards with your favorite Soldiers. Noor has one and every skill is at S cause propaganda. Gyo’s is a lot of S with worse scores in anything communicative, also S+ in immortality)

But what are the basic and less basic abilities a soldier can gain?

At base level are physical enhancements. More stamina, more strength, more agility, general healthiness (better immune system, faster gradual healing).

Followed by your base senses of smell, taste, sight, hearing and feeling. Later Levels of this ability include higher control, shutting down some senses or enhancing only one.

A little bit more difficult are things that need tighter control. The ability to influence your digestion, your blood flow, your oxygen intake. You can go longer on less food and air, you can slow your bleeding down, or trigger adrenaline rushes at will.

The next step is adding supernatural senses. The ability to feel the presence of other people, even at a distance and out of sight. The more trained you are in this area the better the feel is you get on the person and their intent. You cannot read minds, but you can certainly feel anger or admiration, general feelings or moods.

The next step is learning how to hide these things in yourself. These can cancel each other out depending on who is involved. A person that is good at hiding their intent can not hide it as well if the other person is better at seeing people’s intent than they are at hiding it.

The next step would be considered elemental magic by most standards. You can create a spark of flame, a bit of fluid, a gust of wind. These will most likely not be impressive flame thrower like attacks or anything, but can be practical here or there.

Also magical but more difficult, and mostly requires the student of this direction to split from developing other enhancements to concentrate solely on this area to be effective: healing magic. Gyo for example has mostly ignored healing magic, he can keep wounds shut enough to keep someone from losing blood but he cannot close them entirely, while Noor chose to stop their studies of techniques that would help in fights to focus on learning how to heal and nurture (it’s not only wounds, they can also relieve pain and control infections and other things). To be skilled in both is incredibly difficult and I don’t think it is currently seen. Something must be put on hold to learn other powerful things, so you have to pick and chose what you want to be proficient in. It is also an ability you can only use on others and not yourself, so most soldiers (at least those that get to this point and are therefore most likely power hungry in some way) chose to ignore it for something that helps themselves rather than others.

A similar direction but removed from regular healing magic because that focuses on healing other people while this is entirely self-focused: the next level of the control over your own body, the ability to sustain the body without meeting nutritional needs or rest. Beginners of this Level can go several days without sleep or rest, depending on a.. let’s say amount of ‘spiritual’ energy they have gathered before. They are, in that moment, basically feeding their body’s needs from this energy. The better you are at this, the longer you can go. This Level is only reached by those soldiers, that are willing to focus as much on their intellectual studies as they do on physical training. Many talented soldiers who exceed in fights get frustrated by these requirements. The ultimate Level of Control over your own body is the step Gyo has reached where he entirely halted all aging and is practically immortal, if not killed or dying of an illness. I imagine it has a lot to do with gathering such a vast amount of energy, that you can feed on it indefinitely, because you have learned to gain the energy quicker than you deplete it. There are earlier levels of this ability when you learn how to stretch less energy and slow down your aging instead of halting it completely. (many ppl in or out of the army will try to gain some bits of this ability to prolong their lives, everybody wants to squeeze a bit more out of it if they can) There are varying degrees of aging speed depending on the person’s skill level and energy intake.

The problem, aside from many people not having the mental or physical requirements to begin with, and the fortitude, discipline and patience to stick with it, is that said energy is also extremely volatile. People who begin gathering it often get overwhelmed by moodswings, the energy wanting to get out and presenting itself in any way that is currently available for it to be released by, whether that is physical or psychological. In higher concentrations the amount of energy can be literally corroding if your body and mind are not prepared to handle it. People carrying a large amount of energy can be caught in a bad moment and lose the ability to contain the energy, often with catastrophic consequences, definitely for the person themselves, sometimes for their surroundings too. People on Gyo’s Level are basically walking nukes, he could take out a small town if he ever lost it. Key to get to where Gyo is, is a strong enough anchor, a feeling or a motivation that drives you that is enough to sustain your willpower. (While in universe the idea is more philosophical, trained soldiers being told “think of something that motivates you”, this is more literal than they think. Gyo’s current anchor is wrath, that is why his sword which is known for its gruesome owners, attached itself to him. You could see the wrath as a fingerprint scan, if he did not have it, the sword would not work for him. A person’s anchor can also switch, which Gyo’s will, eventually, to his need to protect, and it will cause trouble with his sword and I assume some of the ways his other abilities have worked for him in the past)

The different Levels soldiers can be classified as are defined by a combination of these abilities, since each of them have multiple levels (from lesser to higher control over your body, stronger elemental magic and so on). So, to reach Level A you need Skill A Ability Score 1, Skill B Ability Score 1, Skill C Ability Score 1 while reaching a higher Level requirement might look more like Skill A Ability Score 2 Skill B Ability Score 3 Skill C Ability Score 6. So, a test that would allow you to reach the next Level would test how high your Ability Scores in each Skill are and see where that lands you. So even if your Levels are Skill A Ability Score 6 and Skill B Ability Score 6 if you do not have Ability Score 6 in Skill C you will not reach that higher Level. Gyo probably has all Skills maxed out (except healing but that one is counted separately since the army knows most soldiers will not reach high Ability Scores here).

But like I said, this Grade System is army specific. In another job field requirements might look more for skills that help you read and retain information faster, or specialize in reading other people and putting pleasant emotions out there to influence others.

This also explains Raime’s situation. While they are, from birth on, unable to gain these things that count as army recognized enhancements, they have an ability more on par with those private uses that develop naturally through talent and repetition. They DO technically have enhancements, but they are exclusively social, enhanced emotional intelligence if you will. The ability to read people, not the way the army enhancement works where it is basically a  supernatural sense you gain, but more through being able to instinctively read faces and voices and putting together what that means rather than sensing it. 

I don’t think this is entirely a class system based on your Level of enhancements, but typically people with enhancements are respected more, more so if they are high skilled in ‘popular’ fields (a soldier Level A will be more respected than a Scientist Level A). There is definitely a certain pressure to gain certain Levels, especially in higher society. If a first born noble does not gain high army Levels they are considered shameful.

[heroes-mission]

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[tmakisamajiki]

“There’s something I realized after watching class 1-a. They may not have realized it but in class 1-a, there are two people whose presence has a big effect. They’re not leaders, or the most popular, and the two of them don’t get along at all. But... before I knew it, their passion spread to the rest of the class. It’s strange, but one of them is always at the center of any major event. Joke, I’m not worried. I can’t wait to see what they’ll do. Even if they’re not physically with everyone, their presence raises the standard for the whole class. That is my class... class 1-a!”

[damndaehyung]

Tyler Lee Must Die ll PT 1

Daniel Choi John Tucker Must Die Au

Prologue.

One.

“So i don’t suppose you are actually going to stick around this time? You know maybe have a sophomore slump on campus,” Emily said as she pulled at her garlic bread tearing it to tiny pieces, a nervous habit she had since she was a baby.

Daniel raised an eyebrow running a finger around the rim of his glass, “Emily you do a sophomore slump isn’t a good thing right? It usually means you didn’t do as good as your first attempt,” he frowned. “Surely my lovely baby cousin wouldn’t be suggesting that i would flop at an art degree,” he snorted. He joked about it but in all honesty, he wasn’t doing well with online learning, infact he was doing so bad that Caleb and Dongwoo had told him he’d would be missing out on the entirety of the Spring/Summer fashion season and Fall/Winter was up for discussion depending on his grades.

“No what i was hinting at was you staying on Campus so i have someone i know i can completely rely on,” Emily sighed, a small frown making its way onto her lips. “I know i should be able to handle it on my own and i have been, I made a bunch of new friends , even gotta job - in the cafe down the road,” she added. “It would just be nice to have -”

“Your favourite cousin here as well,” Daniel suggested with a grin. “Aww Emily you are such a cutie,” Daniel cooed. Emily’s cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and eyes narrowed.

“I take it back leave -” Emily huffed taking a bite of her garlic as threateningly as possible, which in Emily’s case was not very threatening at all. Daniel snorted, swirling his wine around before taking a sip, looking around the restaurant, nose scrunching up as he watched a guy kiss attack his girlfriends neck. Daniel scrunched his nose up, straight people - disgusting, he contemplated grabbing one of the rolls and tossing at them but thought better of it, it would be such a waste of bread.

“Oh you noticed Tyler Lee,” Emily said rolling her eyes. “Apparently he is a big deal,” she scoffed. Daniel smirked glad that Emily seemed to still find men disgusting, one good thing about him staying on campus would mean he could make sure she never grew to be interested in some good for nothing man.

“I mean with the way he is attacking that girls neck i can see why, it’s not every day you get to see a vampire in real life,” Daniel commented with an eye-roll. “How is it that I, a gay man, know more about woman erogenous zones, than that guy,” he said shaking his head.

“Well i get the feeling that her pleasure isn’t number one on his list,” Emily said. “And please never say erogenous zones again, you spent way too much money on this meal for me to vomit up because you decided to try and make me sick,” she joked.

“Erogenous zones,” Daniel said with a smirk. “If you want a tip the most pleasurable spot on a man is -” he started to speak before a piece of garlic bread landed in his hair. Daniel blinked owlishly pulling the piece of garlic bread out of his hair and glaring at Emily. “Seriously Em,” he shook his head.

Two.

“And who is that?” Daniel whispered to Emily nodding towards the shorter barista he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off. Emily swirled around to see whom he was talking about, one day he would talk to the girl about not been so obvious.

“Oh Sungjae,” she said raising an eyebrow at Daniel. “One of my new bosses so whatever you are thinking no -” she said seriously.

“Emily,” Daniel sighed dramitically, “What i am thinking would get you a promotion and a raise,” he commented wriggling at Emily, images of what he could do to Sungjae floated into his head, he liked what he saw a lot.

“Gross,” Emily said nose scrunching up. “And knowing you i’d be fired in a week if you actually got your way,” she huffed. “And really i thought M would be your type,” she said looking over to the other barista, he was indeed an attractive guy, those dimples he was flashing every customer was enough to make Daniel aww but the way Sungjae was putting down a frat boy who thought he was above lining up was more interesting, plus something about Sungjae was doing it for Daniel.

“I mean he is okay -” Daniel shrugged, “If they were up for a threesome i wouldn’t say no,” he said as Emily made a vomiting sound. “Look Emily, I won’t do anything too bad, I’ve been thinking having an actual boyfriend might be nice, just for a little bit, so is he single or -” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Emily said with a shrug. “No go find a booth, I gotta get back to work before just your mere presence gets me fired,” she said shoving him towards a free both. “Go,” she huffed.

“Fine, fine,” Daniel laughed. “Go make some money,” he said. Daniel wrinkled his nose opening the menu, eyes flickering across it. Maybe Emily will actually be nice and send Sungjae over to him to take his order.

He was broke out of his fantasy before very feminine giggles and a low moan coming from the both behind him. His eye twitched in annoyance why were hets so gross. He scoffed counting to ten in his kind normally he’d turn around give these people a piece of his mind but he didn’t want to cause a scene at Emily’s work. She’d never forgive him, plus he didn’t want his first interaction with Sungjae been him potentially getting thrown out of his cafe.

“Ty stop,” the girl giggled. Yes please Ty stop, Daniel didn’t want his ear to start bleeding. It seemed for a moment that “Ty” listened to his girlfriend because there was silence, beautiful wonderful silence that Daniel really should have appreciated more, until a loud groan and Ty proclaiming how much he loved it when his girlfriend spoke French. Daniel had never been more disgusted in a language in his life infact France as an entire nation had been wiped by him and that half of Canda that spoke that bastardized version of French.

Much too Danie’s relief Ty had suggested he and his partner ‘go somewhere more comfortable’, Daniel nose scrunched up in disgust but he supposed he should be thankful they were actually leaving. It seemed he was being rewarded for being a good cousin because he spotted his barista boy making his way over. It seemed this couple had something against him because by sneaking out of their booth had blocked Sungjae from getting to him. He glared at the couple getting a proper look at the guy, recognition hitting him, it was the wannabe vampire from the restaurant but the girl he currently had his arm wrapped around was not the same victim. He almost felt sorry for the girl, or he would have but given she had in a hand in causing Daniel’s temporary deafness and blocking him from meeting his new beau he felt no sympathy - some people were so selfish.

Three

“So you are really doing the whole college thing?” Joshua asked nose wrinkling in disgust as he sat on the edge of Daniel’s bed, Daniel hummed in acknowledgement as he riffled through all the ‘gifts’ he had received, designers had sent him the newest ‘ready to wear’ pieces in hoping he would become a walking billboard for them and Joshua had come bearing gifts to apparently mourn his career. “Why can’t you just sleep with a few professors like i did?” he asked laying back on Daniel’s bed.

“Because unlike you I have some standards,” Daniel snorted. “I take it this is from you?” he asked holding up a little black bag with the words for your pleasure on it.

“Since when?” Josh laughed. “And maybe, or maybe some designer really wants you to be their ‘muse’,” he said with a giggle. “But seriously Dae, you are doing this? I mean early morning classes? An ungodly amount of hoodies? Pretending to care about your schools pride?” Josh said disgust getting clearer with every word. “Babe there has to be a way out of this, i can’t let my best friend slash greatest rival go down this path,” he whined.

“How are you being a bigger sook about this than i am,” Daniel laughed. “I thought you’d be happy, maybe now you can finally get booked,” Daniel said earning a pillow to the face. “But really i will be fine, I’ll just go to class, hang out with Em and hopefully hook up with her cute boss,” he said with a grin.

“Hopefully hook up?” Josh questioned. “Since when do you have to hope to hook up? Oh god you’ve been here five minutes and your already losing sex appeal, next thing you’ll be telling me you’ve got a boyfriend and a cat -” he gasped. “No no,” he said shaking his head. “I can’t let this happen, c’mon lets get going we need to get you dicked down properly,” he said a determined look on his face.

“What you can’t do that yourself anymore,” Daniel teased climbing on top of him. “Oh that’s right you could never keep up with me could you,” he said leaning down so their faces were inches away from each other. “Joshie, your heart is racing and I can feel you against my thigh - you wanna tell me again how i lost my sex appeal,” Daniel whispered in Josh’s ear causing the shorter boy to throw him off him. Daniel winched landing with a thud, asshole.

“I hate you,” Josh pouted. “But seriously let's go out, I have some shopping to do and after that we can go out for dinner and then hit a club unless of course you’ve got some college frat party you want to go,” he said leaning down to look at Daniel, a shit eating grin on his face “Should i get you a snapback just incase.”

“Haha,” Daniel deadpanned, “And mock it all you want but you know i would look amazing in a snapback or beside a frat boy,” he huffed.

Josh shook his head, “The fact that you even said that proves that you desperately get out,” he said swinging his legs over. “I can’t have people know my old hook up is hanging out with frat boys, my reputation will be ruined,” he sighed dramatically.

“Your reputation, “ Daniel snorted. “Sweetie everybody knows exactly what you are like,” he said, causing Josh to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, anyway let's get going, I am bored and way too hot too be stuck in your bedroom,” he said, leaping up. Daniel rolled his eyes biting back the truth which was he wasn’t hot enough to be in Daniel’s bedroom.

--

“Ugh it’s them,” Josh groaned with an eyeroll. Daniel downing his sake, gesturing vaguely for Joshua to continue. “The couple who thought they owned the La Perla store,” he huffed. Daniel scoffed in recognition, ah yes he remembered Joshua complaining about them, Joshua’s shopping included picking up some garter belts because apparently one of the many, many people he was seeing was into that and when he went to go get them a couple was treating the store like their personal property and having their own little fashion show. Daniel who choose to stay outside spent his time playing on his phone outside of the store and really could have lived without knowing any of it.

“Where?” Daniel asked. “And why do we care?” he said bored. The dinner had been going so well, The Araki, a wonderfully exclusive restaurant that focused on Japanese cuisine. It had them reminiscing off their times spent in Japan back when they were more friends then whatever they were now and now he choose to focus on a couple who couldn’t care less about him. “Oh do you want to join in? Make it a ménage à trois?” Daniel teased.

“He isn’t my type, I like pretty people,” Josh commented. “And over there,” he said barely nodding in the direction. Daniel raised an eyebrow pulling his phone out and making sure it was in selfie mood, in the corner of the screen and saw the couple Joshua had been referring to.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed as he placed the phone back down. Ofcourse it had to be him, Tyrion or whatever his name was. This was the third he had seen this guy out with his girlfriend and once again the girl was completely different from the previous. “Do you know him?” Joshua asked. “Please tell me you haven’t,” Joshua said. “Dae, that isn’t the barista is it because if so i don’t care what Cal says i am taking you with me,” he huffed.

“No, not exactly,” Daniel said. “And don’t compare Sungjae to that,” Daniel snapped. “No, apparently he is the college casanova,” he said rolling his eyes. “If you are finished we can just go, I seem to distinctly remember you mentioned something about going to a club to get me dicked down,” Daniel laughed. Joshua just grinned pretty much leaping up. “Let’s get you laid baby.”

four

“Look what i got,” Joshua said, bouncing over to Daniel, looking the very image of sin, blonde mused in every direction, lips swollen, neck littered in hickies, shirt hastily buttoned up and fly undone.

“An STD? Daniel said, raising an eyebrow taking a sip of his rum and coke, looking at him judgemental. The night that was supposed to be for him, had quickly turned to Joshua ditching him pretty much on arrival. Daniel couldn’t even enjoy his drink in peace though because despite being in the VIP lounge he had been hit on by several men and even a few women - none of which was his type. Looks like it would just be him and his hand tonight.

“Funny,” Joshua said with an eyeroll, sliding into the booth. “Apparently frat boys have a use after all,” he giggled holding up two baggies, one was obviously pot but the other was a bag full of tiny white tablets. Daniel’s eyes widened as harshly told Joshua to put them away. He wasn’t one of those ‘don’t do drugs’ kind of people, he himself had enjoyed a joint every now and then but that was it. He had told Joshua many times that he wasn’t interested in any hard drugs but the boy just rolled his eyes and told Daniel to stop being a baby.

“Joshua,” Daniel sighed. “Why would suddenly start trusting frat boys?” he asked.

“Well since one of them had a massive di-” he started before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “Don’t worry i already tested the products , it safe and its good really good,” he said sliding closer so he was practically on Daniel’s lap . “Don’t you wanna have some fun Dae?” he offered, hand reaching out and caressing Daniel’s face. Daniel shook his head seeing how bloodshot Joshua’s eyes were.

“Okay,” Daniel said causing the other boy to grin leaning forward, Daniel moved just in time to dodge Joshua’s kiss, instead the boy landed awkwardly on his jaw. “But first we have to get you some water, don’t want you passing out before we start do we?” he said as Joshua groaned but shook his head.

“Okay you stay here, you can be a good boy for me can’t you pretty?” he whispered into his friend’s ear, sliding out from underneath him.

Once he escaped Joshua’s grasp he made his way over to the bar, pushing past the mess of bodies on the dancefloor. He finally got to the busiest part of the club, the bar. Squeezing next to a couple who were pushed up against each other, giggling like stupid school kids.

“Hey what can i get you?’ One of the staff asked looking at Daniel before Daniel could respond. The couple pulled away from each other, the male letting out enough annoyed huff. Daniel turned to them, shaking his head as he saw who it was. Ofcourse it would be him, apparently all straight couple’s in the greater London area included Tyson or whatever his name. “Is there a problem?” the bartender asked.

“No,” the girl, notable a different one responded, two girls in one night - what a classy guy. “It’s just we had been waiting here for a while,” she said. Daniel had to bit his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that maybe the whole attached at the lips, hips and whatever other areas were intertwined together probably didn’t help out getting their drink.

“Right,” Daniel said , “Look, can I just get water and whatever this lovely couple is having infact double it,” he said before anyone could say anything else. The bartender nodded turning to the couple to ask what they are having before taking Daniel’s card and returning with it and a bottle of water a few seconds later before turning to make the couple their drinks. Daniel started to push away before the guy grabbed him, Daniel swore if he started some sort of i don’t need your charity or don’t buy drinks for my girls bullshit he would honestly lose it.

“Here,” he said shoving a few 50 pound notes into his hand. Daniel looked down,tempted to throw it on the floor but deciding he didn’t need an extra drama. He nodded quickly pushing past him and back to the VIP booth only to find Joshua making out with some guy.

Why does he even bother.

Fifth and last

“Was that that Typhoon guy and another girl?” Daniel asked incredolously as he saw Tyler sat on the campus greens with yet another girl. “It’s the fifth one, doesn’t he get tired?” he said. As M who offered to be his tour guide laughed. “Seriously does he have a magic dick? Why would all these girls waste their time on him?”

“Why does it bother you?” M asked raising an eyebrow. “Does young Daniel have a crush?”

“On that man?” Daniel asked before laughing. “Sweetie no ,i want to suck your bestfriend’s brain out through his dick, pretty sure Taylor isn’t my type,” he said bluntly ignoring the way M face contorted in disgust. “I am just confused, straight people make no sense, why would you want five girlfriends,” he said nose scrunching up at the mere thought.

“Well technically it’s only four girlfriends,” M said, “that we know off,” he shrugged. “But the girl he is currently sitting with his little sister, “ M supplied. “How they are related i will never understand, Tara is pretty cool while Tyler is -”

“A whore?” Daniel offered. “But still four girlfriends,” he shook his head.

“Yeah it’s pretty awful, he even has a whole system,” M said frowning. “He dates girls from different cliques because he knows they would never talk to each other,” M explained, how M knew this was not Daniel’s concern but he felt a brief respect for the Tybalt guy, he was creative. “And he tells them that if his mother finds out he is dating anyone she will tell the basketball coach to drop him, so they all keep it a secret,” M continued.

“And the believe that?”

“Love is blindness Daniel,” M laughed.

[linphd]

tamaki x flirty!reader | feeling anxious ?

tamaki amajiki x reader

female reader

The third years organize a dance to celebrate their last year at Yuei. However, Mirio wants his friend to finally confess to (Y/N).

no warning

actually you’re not that much flirty but you’re obvious with your feelings dhjsks

''Dude. You've been in love with her since our first year.'' Mirio said. ''Second !'' Tamaki corrected. ''Yeah, but still, it's too long. And in second year, she dated some guy in 2-B class.'' The brunette frowned. ''Yeah, I know that. He wasn't even nice to her...'' His friend giggled. ''You really should confess before she starts to date another guy.'' Tamaki wasn't pleased with these thoughts ; but he knew that Mirio was right. He needed to 'man up' and finally confess to (Y/N), after 1 year and some months in love with her.

Tamaki and (Y/N) actually became friends during their first year, but it had been a very long time since Tamaki began to stutter even more in her presence. She didn't seem to care and wasn't bothered about it ; to the boy's happiness. The worst part, however, was that she seemed to like him back. When you're someone like Tamaki, when your crush is just friendly with you, it’s already exhausting ; but when she seems to flirt with you, oh boy. It had been a few months since she started to do that, but he couldn't confess yet. Even more now that she was intimidating him.

And here she was, wearing a dress. Like the skirt from the uniform wasn’t too much to handle for Tamaki. Actually, the boy felt bad about it, and started to hide his face in his hands and shake. ‘’I’m so gross ! I’m disgusting !’’ Mirio arched an eyebrow. ‘’What are you talking about ?’’ Tamaki yelped. ‘’I’m looking at her skin ! And I feel attracted to her because she has a cute dress on !’’ Mirio giggled. ‘’What a gentleman. -IT’S NOT A TIME FOR GIGGLES, MIRIO !’’

Mirio raised both of his hands, an embarrassed smile on his face. ‘’Okay, okay, sorry man... But I’m sure she won’t say anything if you go to see her. Oh, actually forget about it, she’s already walking to us with Nejire.’’ The brunette didn’t have time to ask his friend to repeat, because, indeed, the girls were walking to them and had actually arrived.

‘’Hi dudes ! I expected you to arrive with your school uniform, even today...’’ Nejire said, which made (Y/N) snort. ‘’We have standards, Nejire !’’ Mirio said, offended, after he gasped. ‘’Don’t we look cute too ?’’ The girl insisted, making Mirio giggle. ‘’Yes, yes, you do. Indeed, Tamaki ?’’ He asked, elbowing his friend, who jumped. ‘’Y-y-yes... (Y)-(Y/N) looks good with a-a dress.’’ The main addressee giggled. ‘’Thanks Tama, it’s nice !’’ Oh, not the nickname !

At this point, Tamaki’s soul had left his body already. But he started to feel okay again when the girls were gone. ‘’Mirio, I can’t do this. There are already too many people around us, and it’s a party, and (Y/N) is so beautiful, and her outfit is pretty, I can’t stay here !’’ Mirio stuck his tongue out. ‘’If I told you that (Y/N) liked you back, would you be more relaxed ?’’ Well, no. Tamaki jumped and yelped, hearing that. ‘’No she doesn’t ! How would you know ?!’’ The blonde giggled. ‘’Nejire told me.’’

Seeing Tamaki’s widened eyes, Mirio tried to calm him down. ‘’Listen, Nejire and I want you guys to hook up. I know that she’s doing something to make (Y/N) talk to you all alone, but I need you to cooperate. My mission is to convince you to talk to her. Even if it’s on this couch, I don’t care wherever it is. You just need to talk.’’

The brunette frowned. ‘’You guys really made a whole plan to embarrass me, didn’t you ?’’ That only made his friend laugh out loud, and wrap an arm around his shoulders. ‘’Come on, Tamaki, man up !’’ He sighed. ‘’Yeah, ‘man up’. If (Y/N) really likes me, that means she likes me even if I’m stuttering...’’ Seeing that Tamaki was about to get lost in his thoughts, Mirio shook him a bit. ‘’Yeah, she really does like you. That’s why she’s been flirting and stuff, dude, just go !’’

After a whole hour of trying to convince Tamaki, Mirio actually succeeded. The brunette walked to the girl with a drink for her in his hands. ‘’H-hey, (Y/N)... this is for you.’’ The girl took it, raising an eyebrow, but she still had this beautiful smile on that Tamaki loved so bad. ‘’Did you put something in it ?’’ He jumped. ‘’What ?! No ! I-I would never-‘’ he was cut off by the girl herself. ‘’Joking, I’m joking ! Sorry, I didn’t want you to stress out.’’

That said, she started to drink. ‘’Thanks for the drink anyway. Did you plan to make me drunk ?’’ Tamaki shook. ‘’N-no, I just know that you like the taste...’’ The girl nodded, giggling. After some seconds of silence and Tamaki avoiding eye contact, (Y/N) cupped his cheeks with one hand, the other still holding the drink. ‘’I know that you like me, Tama.’’

He froze. But he actually managed to whisper : ‘’How do you know that ?’’ She giggled, putting her drink on a table and sitting on that same table after that. Thanks God she had crossed her legs, cause Tamaki wouldn’t have been able to handle the fact that he was going to be between her legs, even if nothing sexual was intended. It was just not a place to be.

‘’Well, Mirio told me. -W-w-why would he say that ?! O-Oh my God...'' Tamaki tried to walk backwards, but the girl grabbed his necktie to restrain him to go further. ‘’Tama. Dude, I’ve been hitting on you for weeks. I wanted you to kiss me first, but I guess I have to help you a bit.’’ The brunette was about to ask her ‘what ?’ when she pulled him much closer and kissed him. Oh my God, now he really was between her legs and she was kissing him.

After she pulled out, Tamaki stared at her, his cheeks burning him. ‘’Awn, your little ears are red too !’’ He looked away. ‘’How many drinks did you get before I gave one to you ?’’ She giggled. ‘’Oh come on, only 2 ! Or 3 ? I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re implicitly telling me. -I’m... glad. I would’ve felt bad if you had to be drunk to kiss me, it’s like I would’ve taken advantage of you-‘’

He got cut off once again, with a kiss. But this time, he tried to relax. She was liking him back, right ? And never she had made fun of him for being anxious. So, he relaxed, closing his eyes. Not really knowing what to do with his hands, he just grabbed the girl’s tights. Seeing him melting into the kiss like that, (Y/N) decided to go further already and slipped her tongue in. Tamaki had the reflex to move his head back a bit, but he focused once again not to spoil everything.

He opened his eyes a bit, got closer to her so the distance he had made by moving his head backwards was gone, and he moved his hands to cup her cheeks, closing his eyes once again. It was like a reflex. He had kissed only two times -right now- and those two times, he closed his eyes. That was why people were closing their eyes when they were kissing, then ? It was only a reflex ?

After a long session of kissing -long because (Y/N) had been waiting for it for quite some time now, and because Tamaki’s frustration and anxiety was letting go at this moment- the girl pulled out, to breathe. There was a string of saliva, and (Y/N) rest her hands on the boy’s chest.

She giggled when she noticed how red he was, and when he opened his eyes and understood what had just happened, he jumped while squealing, breaking the string with his hands. ‘‘What’s wrong ? Feeling anxious ?’’ She asked, while licking her lips to get rid of the saliva that was still there.

‘’I... why- why did you go this far already ?’’ was all Tamaki managed to say, not really knowing how to sort his thoughts. ‘’Cause if I was starting slowly you would’ve never wanted to go further. But now that you know how that feels already, you’re gonna do that by yourself the next time !’’ She winked, while she jumped of the table to get back on her feet. ‘’NEXT TIME ?!’’ Tamaki asked, blood rushing to his cheeks once again -even though it wasn’t really gone after that heated kiss. The girl grabbed her drink again, to finish it. And after she was done, she said ‘’Yes, next time !’’

I feel like the action is kinda rushed but you’ve been waiting for that for too long okay ? Y’all wanted to date tamaki so bad and he was all frustrated he wasn’t able to confess just blame yourselves.

I still don’t know if his first name is tamaki or amajiki bc i thought that it was amajiki but on wikis they put tamaki first and the first word for the other students is their first name so????

[gascon-en-exil]

How do you contend with your religious background and your job? Not judging, just curious

To answer that I have to ensure that you’re familiar with

1) Catholicism. I don’t many non-Catholics realize this, but the modern Church is substantially less anti-gay than most other conservative Christian denominations. When I was in the parochial school system in the early 2000s it was already part of the standard sex ed curriculum to address sexuality as an innate quality given to us by God that cannot be changed, which you could then use to conclude firstly that the Church does not support homophobic violence and secondly that it does not support conversion therapy which was something I wasn’t even aware existed until I was at university and was surrounded by Protestants for the first time in my life. Of course gay sex is still a mortal sin, but then so is every other kind of extramarital sex including masturbation and the use of contraceptives which as you might imagine dulls the effect considerably. Besides, that’s what the sacrament of Confession is for, and thanks to some entertaining moral loopholes I picked up on from my high school religion classes I only confess to the sex when I have an orgasm which is not all that common - certainly less common than my masturbatory emissions.

2) French Catholics specifically. While all Catholics nominally answer to Rome -we’re not like Eastern Orthodox Christians who have separate churches and patriarchs for each nation - each predominately Catholic nation/culture has a unique history with the faith and correspondingly different ways of engaging with the Church. France is sometimes referred to as the first daughter of the Church as it was the first nation to be founded under Christian dominion following the fall of the Roman Empire, but our 1500+ years of history with the Church has long been a contentious one. It’s little surprise that modern France is now one of the most atheist countries in Europe given the tendencies of our leaders and our people as a whole to think of our allegiance to the Church in primarily practical terms, to be used when the association would benefit us and discarded when religion becomes too troublesome. We acknowledge Catholicism as a foundational element of our history and culture but don’t have much use for it now otherwise. My family sent me through Catholic school because it’s the respectable thing to do here, but none of my relatives encouraged genuine piety and indeed frequently mocked people who expressed it - and there are plenty of those in New Orleans between the Spanish, Irish, and some Italians. I hear that this is true in metropolitan France and in Québec, that public expressions of religious devotion are considered to be in poor taste. Which brings me to

3) the Church and Louisiana. It must be said that unlike either our homeland or our brother colony to the north we Louisianais still have a practical use for the Church, which is why it has a much stronger visible presence here. The Protestants of the Bible Belt have been pressing down on southern Louisiana for over two centuries, and Catholicism has been one of our useful weapons in defending ourselves from total assimilation. The Anglos have forced us out of politics and the local economy and made us speak their language, indulged in our cuisine and culture of alcohol and carnal pleasure and endless festivals and gawked at our morbid acceptance of death in our magnificent cemeteries and tolerance for the occult, but they’ll always stop just short where the Church is concerned because their conviction to their Protestant heresies is too strong. Oh, some of them will convert when they marry into old New Orleans families and raise their children Catholic because it’s the fashionable thing to do, but most of the ones with wealth and influence only went so far as to build up Episcopalianism (the US arm of the Church of England, essentially Catholicism with the serial numbers filed off) as something of a rival denomination that doesn’t really rival us so much as give them an excuse to celebrate Carnival and so forth because it’s nowhere near as restrictive as the Calvinist denominations. We still can’t afford to be as secular as our people elsewhere, but having corrupted the Anglos here into our indolent lifestyles in retaliation for their hostile takeover of Louisiana following the Civil War does have a certain entertaining quality to it. Additionally, New Orleans’s history of sex work stretches back almost to the city’s founding, and being a variation on Parisian sex work with added racial dimensions (that don’t factor into my own practice, but are worth mentioning nonetheless) it’s not surprising that the Church here quietly looks the other way at all the endless decadence. The last thing they want is to seem like those demented Baptists who bus themselves down here every Mardi Gras and Southern Decadence waving their placards about how we’re all going to (their) Hell; helpfully, some of them are thoughtful enough to include anti-Catholic messaging as well, just to make sure that every single local will despise their presence.

To make a very long story short, I’ve never felt any cognitive dissonance between my sexuality (or what I do with it) and my religion, thanks to my particular upbringing encouraging religion without spirituality or even sincerity.

[stories-by-rie]

#1 Jeanne Everley

Jeanne Everley.

  If there was someone who didn’t speak her name as she walked pass them, they at least thought it. This wasn’t due to her looks which clearly couldn’t count as exceptional. With her short dark blonde hair and pale white face, she wouldn’t be able to catch the attention of a whole school at once.

No, what made Jeanne so special was her heritage. It should be clear from the beginning that her presence there alone was outrageous at best. After all, she was the daughter of Alastair and Victoria Everley. The couple that had turned the whole Searcher’s Society upside down only a few decades ago.

  Call it what you want: dishonoured, expelled, fallen out of favour – they had succeeded on every level to turn into Searchers that no one dared to speak positively of.

Not only that, but also did they raise four children of which every single one had tried to follow their footsteps by applying to the Searcher’s School of Guhlsdorf. Obviously, none of them had been taken. None except of the youngest, Jeanne Everley.

  With her straight posture, soft steps and kind smile on her face, she walked down the old-fashioned corridors.

  The floor was tiled in a dark brown, the walls were lined with dark timber that nearly looked red under the yellow light. There was a special smell that hung in the air, some strange mix of  lavender cleansing agent and time. The Searcher’s School of Guhlsdorf was very prestigious and founded more than six hundred years ago. A fact that they liked to be proud of, and a fact that gave them the right to be ignorant when it came to their own mistakes. Though, let’s not dwell on that, the future will hold plenty of occasions to judge for oneself.

  It was the first day after the summer holidays, the first day at the school for the new students. The first graders walked together to the assembly halls. As most of them just had finished their general school education, none of them were too nervous about the new environment. Especially since those who had been accepted, weren’t likely to get worked up about such a trivial matter.

  Their futures would hold plenty of far more nerve wrecking situations and they all knew that.

Silence fell onto the assembly hall as they all had sat down and waited for the head mistress to start her speech. Latter was already looking at her papers one last time and adjusting the microphone in front of her.

  Still, barely anyone paid attention to her. How could they, if Jeanne Everley was sitting right there in the third row. The silence didn’t matter at all.

Trying the best to ignore the more than obvious tension in the hall, the head mistress coughed lightly and put on a professional smile.

  “Good morning everyone, and welcome. For those who might not know; my name is Ms Amber Williams and I am the headmistress of this very School of Guhlsdorf. We have the great honour to educate young students from all over the country into becoming well respected Searchers. If you are sitting here, it means that you went through the application process that counts as one of the hardest among all professions. Short: it means you are one of the best.” She delivered that line with a friendly tone and winked at the audience, as if she wanted to weaken her point. But that would have been a lie. The audience responded with polite laughter. “This high standard we are seeking is not without purpose. As future Searchers you will have to carry a heavy responsibility to serve our country and help the nation both in the fight against the creatures, and to follow our tradition of science. As the great Searcher James Duncan, who graduated from this very school in 1756, once said: The becoming of the golden glass is what secures the order, and the becoming of the order is what makes the golden glass possible. This is the origin of our school’s motto Illi ordinationem, qui aurum creant. Those who create order, create gold -”

  Suddenly a scoff interrupted her, prompting the rest of the audience to freeze. The dark brown eyes of the headmistress fell onto the person who had laughed, be it only so quietly. It had been no one else than Jeanne Everley. The head mistress had stopped only for a second. It was far more than enough to expose both herself and Jeanne, in a way it was the first time she acknowledged the alien element within their walls. But Ms Williams was not that easily angered. Like a professional that she was, she continued her speech. “And I want to remind you and urge you to act up to that motto every day.” Without doubt she kept to her script and finished her speech a few minutes after with useless effort.

 Not a single person except for Jeanne had continued to listen to her. Had they tried to ignore the scandal before her in the beginning, those attempts were forgotten as Jeanne had openly laughed at the head mistress’ welcome speech. Angry looks from the staff and other teachers pierced the crowd, but those quiet murmurs were decent enough and could not be called out without addressing the elephant in the room.

  The head mistress left the stage and a man in his fifties entered. The mayor of Guhlsdorf couldn’t miss an important event like that. It was the Society’s School after all that made his town so wealthy, its students that kept it safe, and their parents who paid the handsome taxes. He pointed out his gratitude, talked about Guhlsdorf’s famous background and popular attractions – in vain.

  After a full hour, all speeches and instructions had been given. The audience’s attention had been barely enough for them to catch the important information on what to do next, but they finally managed to follow the instructions and sign their names into the house lists. There were five dormitories and before attending their first day, the students had been assigned theirs. Now they only had to sign behind their name to check that everything was without mistake.

  Needless to say, there was one list where the students waited sparsely. Jeanne had walked up to her list and signed quickly, yet the others’ hesitation was severe. After all they would share a dormitory with her.

  A girl with long dark brown hair and rich tawny brown skin finally stepped out of the crowd, shrugged and grinned broadly. After she signed she walked over to Jeanne.

  “So, they actually let you come”, she said and suddenly Jeanne burst out in laughter.

  “Yeah! Yeah they did, but I guess I am still on probation”, she replied and just with that, the ice was broken. The girls laughed at each other and that had been all it took for the whole hall to finally relax. In a matter of minutes all students had signed their places and collected the orientation booklets before they left the assembly hall again.

 “My name is Ahn, by the way. Le Trang Ahn.”

 “Well, I’m...”

 “Yes, yes, yes. No need to introduce yourself. If there was an outsider here who didn’t know about your family before, they sure do now.”

 “Has your family been in the business?”

 “They have been for six generations now.”

 “Wow, that is very impressive!”, Jeanne gasped sincerely.

Even if it was quite common for the Searchers to keep the profession in their families, there were only a handful of families that could reach back further than ten generations.

  “So, I am being blunt here, but why did they actually accept you?”, Ahn asked.

  “I think it was the interview. All my siblings did excellent on the tests, but failed the interviews. I just talked my way through them and even if it was a pain, they probably just couldn’t find anything against me. Also, I heard that they need some extra money to build a new dormitory, so since my family is pretty rich and likes to donate… “ She left the sentence open, obvious what she was aiming at. Ahn just answered with a broad smile. With a sudden sigh, she pulled out her phone from her jeans pocket.

 “I’m sorry. It’s just my mum asking how I am doing and if I have made friends yet. Oh! Should I answer that I made friends with Jeanne Everley? Haha! That would really turn the tables!”

She typed down a message and kept giggling. Jeanne just kept her smile, either indifferent to that statement or polite enough to not make a fuss out of it.

  As they left the central building, the cold autumn wind blew into their faces. Single leaves danced in front of them, the first ones that had fallen from the great oaks that grew on the small park in front of the school. Both the school and the dormitories were well hidden behind a big wall, not because it would be a secret place. Back when it had been built, Guhlsdorf had been one of the most dangerous towns in their area, so the wall had actually been a protective measure to keep the inexperienced students safe.

  A distant church bell rang ten times in the distance, a little proof of the outside world. Somethign that didn’t go unnoticed.

  Ahn pulled her scarf tighter, her phone clenched tightly in her hand. “It’ll be pretty lonely here, won’t it?”, she wondered and for a moment, Jeanne just looked back at her until she shruged her shoulders.

  “Do you have a big family?”

  “Oh yes. All my grandparents live at our place. And the great grandparents of my mother’s side. And I have two siblings. So. It’s not exactly quiet at home. This school feels so sterile and strict. Have you read the house rules? You’re not even allowed to run or sing on the floors. What if I am late for class?”

  “I doubt you’d be punctual if you sang on your way getting there.”

Ahn laughed and nodded. “You’ve got a good humour, Jeanne.”

They were just about to enter their dormitory, as they were stopped by two boys. One of them looked rather shy and a little as if he didn’t want to be there at all, whereas the other had a mean look on his face. As Ahn and Jeanne had fallen back from their group, they were the last ones to enter, but those kids blocked the way quite obviously just for them.

  “Jeanne Everley, what let you think you’d be allowed to be here?”, he asked with a thin voice.

But Jeanne didn’t even spare him a look. She rolled her eyes and set out to walk farther. A hand landed on her shoulder to hold her back.

  “I asked you a question”, the boy said.

  “I decided to ignore it”, she replied. It wasn’t some weak come-back. It was not an answer that left room to discussion. She just decided that he was at least worth to be informed of the matter, and then walked straight pass him.

  And consequently, it was the first time that Ahn frowned at the girl before her, and the power that she seemed to hide underneath her surface.

~ masterlist ~

[gabelandescrocs]

The President’s Son - MINGI

Part 1/?? || 1356 words

Pairing: ReaderXMingi / ReaderXSeonghwa(in future chapters)

Genre: Fluff/Angst(?)

Summary: Taking care of the President’s son was never involved in your training but here you are, in the brink of insanity running after a 20 year-old boy and probably tripping and falling in love in the process.

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A/N: *10-15 means En Route with Prisoner

Last week, it was an unauthorized trip to an ice cream shop.

Two days ago, it was an escape to the mall.

Yesterday, it was a date at a club with a random freshman he met at campus.

This special task has given you high blood pressure levels and extreme anxiety over your job trying to get through these tedious moments with the infamous son of the President, Song Mingi. You’ve been barely surviving, and your boss hasn’t exactly been keen on how you’ve been running the task given to you which was always to keep your eyes on him—to which you have failed to do so three times already and tonight, the fourth.

You were already done for the day when the head of security rings you up just as you were about to pull up to your apartment building. The President has called in all forces to search for his delinquent son, who has yet again escaped his guards on duty and run off into the night. How he did it was beyond you, but you give him credit for escaping top class security and manage to stay hidden for hours on end through the night before you could ping his location from his phone which was left in his dorm room. It didn’t take you long to know where he had gone after passing by a group of girls with their deafening chatter talking about meeting the President’s son at a frat party.

A huff that escapes your lips doesn’t go unnoticed as you escort him back to the vehicle and climb in to the passenger’s side.

“We are 10-15* to the palace” You speak into your comm as you pull out of the campus with two more escort cars and police riders at your flanks. Seonghwa, your partner, smirks beside you as he drives off with the entourage.

“Sir, you can’t keep running off like this without assistance-“your tone demanding only to be cut off by Mingi, jaw clenched and eyes in slits as he crosses his arms like a child being reprimanded at the back seat.

“I’m 20 years old, I don’t need assistance to live my life,” his eyes turn into thinner slits as he glares at you through the rear-view mirror. “Well your life isn’t exactly normal, sir. You can’t be left alone in places with no security or protection, the President assigned me to-“

“The President this, the President that! Aren’t you tired of taking commands from that old sleeze?”

You maintain eye contact with him, slowly losing patience every time he cuts you off. “This is my job, sir. It is my duty to follow any requests from the President.”

“Well, I’m his son and I request for you to freaking relax a little, yeah?”

“I don’t take orders from you, sir.”

“Stop calling me sir. You’re young! Don’t you want to have some fun and let loose for a while?” Mingi leans forward and rests both elbows at the back of the front seats. Your mind immediately wants to ask him to sit back down and put his seatbelt on for his safety but the amount of stress and exhaustion you’ve had from today has you dismissing protocol just this one time.

You nod, staring out the window as the city lights zoom by in thin streaks. “I do that on my free time, sir.” Which was supposed to be tonight but out of all the nights he chooses to go AWOL it had to be on the night before your day off.

“You sound like you haven’t had any fun in ages”

“Well, it’s not exactly entertaining for me to run around the whole city looking for you, sir.”

“Stop calling me sir.”

You exhale through your nose biting back your tongue as you finally pull up to the gates of the 4-story high, neoclassical palace right in the middle of 18 acres of land. Seonghwa notified the rest of your guards through your intercom that the three of you have arrived in the premises.

Passing through the front doors, you stop Mingi by the foyer and instruct him to raise his arms and keep both feet apart.

“What are you doing?” Mingi asks, as you search through his wardrobe for a pat down.

“It’s just standard protocol, you were left unattended at a gathering filled with unidentified individuals. We have to know there’s nothing on you.”

Your hands pat around and reach into the breast pockets of his suit as he scoffs at your robotic response. “We have to check everything. If you have drugs, we will confiscate them from you.”

“And what? Tell on my dad? How does it feel to be a babysitter for the President?”

“Like I’m back in high school again. The kid is just as immature but 4 feet taller-“ Your hand feels a thin plastic material from his right back pocket bringing out its contents between your to see a small packaged condom.

“I have more of those in my bedroom, wanna check with me?” a sly expression appears on his face with his hands in his pockets. What you would give to wipe that look right off in one swift move. In any case you could, if he wasn’t the President’s one and only son. For now, you just have to hold back every time the urge gets to you for the sake of your job.

“Only regular? I think I’ll pass,”

It was always like this with him, flirting, invading your personal space, even putting his arm around your shoulders were a constant hobby for Mingi whenever you two cross paths; how you’ve developed such an immunity to all of his sly remarks and suggestive advances since day one is beyond your training for the Secret Service.

Your colleagues on the other hand though have something else to say, Seonghwa constantly teases you because he thinks the little devil is into you. The thought of it completely sounds ridiculous each time it rings through your ears. You appreciate Seonghwa because the two of you are the youngest ones in the bunch of black suits and hidden gun holsters that protect the confines of this building and everyone around it, but you would appreciate it more if he’d stop trying to convince you—as he likes to phrase it: “the baby has a thing for his sitter”.

You hand the packaging to Seonghwa, and escort him back to his room, walking down the hall and up the staircase leading up to the executive residence for the President and the rest of his family. You pass more guards than usual on your way, the culprit being the individual walking behind you that decided to jump ship and crash a college party.

The three of you finally reach the door to his room and opening it for him and usher him in. He stops just a step away from you reading your emotionless face as you wait for him to enter the room. He lingers but releases a deep breath and finally walks in and you follow suit and Seonghwa stays back to man the door.

You hear him kicking off his shoes and jumping on his bed as you take a quick scan of his room and bedroom window—making sure it was locked this time. You looked back to him, with both arms resting behind his head, eyes still following your every move through the room checking his window and placing his phone back on his bed side table.

“The President requests your presence at breakfast tomorrow morning, please be up early.”

“The President... pfft,” the bitterness in his tone when he addresses his father always has you wondering why he had such a bad view on his father’s position. If you were born into the right family and was in his shoes, you’d be reacting more differently. Nonetheless, you never asked him why he likes to get on his father’s nerves either; personal questions was never really part of the job so you leave it be.

“If you even so try to open this window or walk out of this door unattended-“

“Yeah, yeah I get it. You’ll have my ass. I’ll be at breakfast tomorrow morning, don’t worry.”

“Good night, sir”