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nymphl · 6 years ago

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Lie to Me - Hux x Reader - Ch. 3: Hot & Cold

A/N: Hi, guys! xD In the absence of yet another update, here goes another chapter of Lie to Me updated to tumblr. I reread this chapter and it gave really a bit of insight of how I want to write chapter 22. To the new readers, I hope you like it xD

Story Summary: Falling for the enemy… That’s probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. Letting him live… for he should be dead. And you should’ve been the one to kill him. You had him, right there… and you let it escape through yours fingers. He lived. And now only the time could tell if you made the right decision — more likely wrong — by saving the amnesiac General of the First Order and telling him he was your husband. [Hux x Reader - Hux x You]

Warnings for the entire story: Will contain at times; graphic violence, sex, drugs and manipulation, coarse language and OOCness.

AO3 Tags: from enemies to lovers; eventual romance; memory loss; fake marriage; fake marriage becomes real marriage; rebellion; married couple; canon divergence; slow burn romance; politics; rebel alliance; resistance; first order; OOCness; eventual smut; eventual sex; power play; power dynamics; syndicate; lies; you lie; Hux lies; Hux backstory; manipulation; political alliances; political betrayals; secret organizations.

Wordcount: 3380

PREVIOUS CHAPTER *** NEXT CHAPTER

IT MADE YOU NERVOUS.

The idea of sharing the bed after so many years. It was not only due to the fact he was a stranger — he seemed less of an enemy at each passing day.

At first, you thought someone of the First Order would come for him and wipe out your planet of the Galaxy. Then, you thought he would kill you after he woke up and, lastly, you were sure he did not believe you and would have you killed for lying.

In each scenario, you ended up dead.

Instead, he seemed taken by the datapad. He was so concentrated, he did not pay any attention when you stopped in front of him and handed him a mug with hot tea.

You cleared your throat.

“My Lord?”

The title made him shift his eyes back to you. He did not move from his seat, neither to take the mug, nor to go to the bed.

“It’s time I check your bandages.”

He ignored your statement completely and asked; his eyes narrowed, “Where did you get it?”

You bit your bottom lip.

“Close to where you were attacked.”

He placed the datapad aside and rose to his feet. This time you did not try to help him. His movements were still a bit stiff, but he did not accept your help anymore.

“Tell me…” He took the mug. “How did they attack us?”

You did not know what to say. Or what he wanted to hear, actually. Should you go for the truth?

“(Y/N…)”

You busied yourself with your own mug.

The truth, it is.

“I don’t really know… I was at the Hospital that day and it was hectic as always. Dantooine is pure calamity and…” You took a pause to drink more of your hot tea, mimicking him. All this time his eyes did not leave you, as if accessing you for the truth. “But then it became more hectic than usual. Then there were explosions. Lots of explosions.” Thus far, you told him only the truth. “I knew we were being attacked again.”

He set his mug aside, approaching you. You had to bite your tongue before you told him to stay back. It would simply not do if he made you giddy by simply staring back at you or getting closer to you.

“I knew they came for you.”

…And that was the lie.

He looked at you, as if expecting you to continue.

“And I wish I came for you.”

“Why would you come for me?”

His question left you speechless. You knew you had to touch him — at least at some point you would have to and doing it right now would probably do the trick —, but you simply could not.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

He chose silence.

You looked down and then back at him; your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“You’re my husband… And…” You shook your head. Your words were as valuable as bantha fodder. “You don’t believe me.”

It took him a while to reply. In this time, you started making the bed — you had to do something in order to distract yourself. All the while, you could not stop thinking about finally sharing the bed. With him.

The mere idea gave you goosebumps.

For the Maker, you almost wished he said he did not want you close to him.

If you did not want to sleep with him before, now you would absolutely not stay in the same place as his.

Head back to the hospital.

If you gave him some space, perhaps he would come to the conclusion he hurt you and would… you did not know… just, maybe, trust you more? Or, at least, trust your version of the facts.

You did not know where this scheme and will to manipulate came from, but you wondered if you had another choice.

Telling him that he attacked your planet with that damned First Order of his, and that he ended up left for dead by Kriff-knows-who?

No.

You doubted he would appreciate your honesty. He would most likely repay you by ending your life and wreaking havoc in your Planet.

The Galaxy had already suffered too much with the First Order, if it could lose its General, the better.

However… if he believed to be your husband and you managed to bring him to hate the First Order… That would be… You trapped your bottom lip between your lip… Their loss and your gain. The Resistance’s gain.

It is… If you could trust the Resistance again. You were not on the First Order’s side. A dictatorship was never a good thing, but you could not say you did not see both the New Republic and Resistance’s flaws. Your husband fell victim to the bureaucracy and reediness of the first — at least from those who lived and ruled Dantooine.

There was good and bad on both sides. Good and bad guys. You were not a child anymore to believe only one side had bad people trying to profit by doing the worst to the Galaxy. Every villain believed to be a hero in his own story.

You have always considered yourself a Rebel, until your husband untimely passed away because of them. Now you were not so sure. Sometimes you wanted to believe yourself to be above all of this. But that was an illusion. You knew it. Those who decided not to pick a side were inevitably absorbed by the dominant ideology.

However, even you knew it would be for the best if the General were not with the First Order — if he could help General Leia Organa. As much as you mistrusted the Resistance, you still wanted to trust her.

Your husband trusted her…

…and you would always trust his judgment.

But you only could tell him and tell them when he decided to turn to your side. Until then, you had to make him trust you and right now, you would have to keep the façade of a hurt wife.

Leave for the Hospital, that is.

That was the only way out, you knew.

He kept looking at you this entire time and when the words left his lips, it was no surprise at all.

“Perhaps,” he replied silently.

Your eyebrows arched, and you gave him your back, heading out of the house.

“Have a good night.”

This time he did not only respond to you, as he did nothing to stop you.

When you came back the next day, close to noon, he was sitting at the table, eating something while carefully reading something on the datapad.

You pondered if that was a good idea to give the device to him, but decided to keep the words to yourself. It would simply not do to start the day by questioning him. You were about to say something, greet him and ask how he slept — before you went to bed; you were wasted — when his voice startled you.

“I remember you.”

His words made your heart stop. You closed your eyes.

How could he remember you when you have not even met him before? At least you did not — could not — remember ever meeting him.

What was he talking about?

What in the Maker’s name was he hinting at?

What sort of game was that?

You decided not to give it much thought — even if you were shaking with fear — and turned around, looking for some herbs to make you some tea, only to realize both the tea and lunch were already done.

“Why did you cook? Can you cook?”

He was already behind you, closing the gap between your bodies. Your whole body trembled. You shifted your attention to him. He had his eyebrows arched, as if you just said something stupid, before he placed his hand on your right hip and caressed the fabric lightly.

Another shudder.

Bells rang in your head.

Too close.

He was too kriffing close!

You stepped close to the stove and his hand fell limply on his side. A relieved sigh left your lips as you opened the pan and smelled the food. Your stomach growled. You did not know you were his hungry until now.

Ignoring his very existence — it was easier that way —, you brought a bit of it to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed at the same instant.

“Maker, that’s good.”

He had not stepped away from his place and looked at you as if he had taken great offense at the thought that he could do something other than perfect had crossed your mind.

“I have always cooked.”

His words made you stop dead in your tracks.

Blast!

Another thing you were supposed to know.

“You sorta…” You bit your bottom lip. “Never did?”

He continued to stare at you as if he did not believe a word you said. You put two bowls in the table and handed you a spoon to him. It was clear that while he had cooked, he had not eaten. Not yet.

Both of you ate in a tense silence. He continued to stare at you, as if you were a great mystery of the galaxy.

“You were in the Galactic Senate.”

You furrowed your brows.

Indeed.

You have been there once. Or twice. With your late husband. Besides being a doctor, he also worked as assistant to Ryloth's Emissary, Yendor, once, but it was before the two of you got married. You were only his fiancée back then — your marriage would only take place a couple of years later. Contrary to Yendor, he firmly believed that in spite of the past, Ryloth should abide its sovereignty and join the New Republic.

“With Aquilla Syndulla.”

Your throat constricted. It was difficult to think about him, even now, after almost five years had gone by.

“Yes…”

The truth was slipping past your lips so easily these days. You reasoned he made it difficult to lie — even more when he knew you.

He knew you.

He kriffing knew you.

Of all the people in the Galaxy to have met in the past and have forgotten about you did have to have met him. The great mystery lies in the fact you forgot all about him. How could you? He did not strike as a forgettable man.

He continued to stare at you with those impossibly blue eyes of his. You wondered — and not for the first time — if he could read your very soul, because he certainly seemed capable of it.

“You were his bride…”

“Yes,” you answered, not sure where he was headed to.

There was a minute of silence. Or more. You could not know. It seemed hours had gone by. The lump in your throat made it almost impossible to measure time. It made it very difficult to think about anything besides the need to cry.

Get a grip of yourself!

“How long were you married to him?”

This time the answer came quickly, as if you did not even think before letting the words slip past your mouth, “Almost two years before he disappeared.”

He lowered his eyes back to his food, brought the spoon to his mouth and shortly after focused his attention back on you. His blue eyes were very intense. And it struck you how different he was from your husband — the real one.

Aquilla had hazel eyes. Always soft. Calming. They had a balm effect. Amirtage Hux’s eyes, on the other hand, were always intense. Always cold. Always… so… penetrating. The effect was not calming. On the contrary. It made you nervous and anxious.

“I was with my father, Brendol Hux.”

You looked away. As if trying to remember… but no scene of meeting him or his — blasted, miserable — father came to your mind.

Again, how could you simply forget him?

He was a very dominant man. He commanded everyone’s attention. How could someone be in the same room as his and not feel overwhelmed — as you were now — by his overbearing presence?

“While Brendol Hux talked politics with Yendor and your husband-to-be, you and I met in the corridor.”

It did not escape you how his words were bitter and how his eyes became much colder and angrier when he mentioned his father. Even in your fear, you could not help but feel your heart ache for him. He had had such a difficult infancy and adolescence.

You knew almost nothing — except for what was in the datapad; information was currently as good as millions of credits in Dantooine — about the mighty General of the First Order, but you knew a thing or two about his father — or about the man your late husband hated; he seldom spoke his name when you were engaged, and even less when he left the Resistance and settled down in Dantooine with you.

He was a cruel, greedy man. A man who would stop at nothing to have what he wanted. Even if meant destroying your husband’s career and reputation.

“I am sorry… I don’t… I don’t remember anything.”

You rose from your chair and placed the tableware in the sink. He stayed in the same place, looking at you as if he did not believe you.

But you were getting used to that.

He never believed you.

He probably would never.

You should just… You did not know… Twist a knife in his guts while he slept? Or give him some poisonous tea?

The mere thought made your stomach churn.

You were not a killer.

You were a healer.

You healed people. Not killed them.

Perhaps you should have never lied. You should have told him you found him as good as dead on the ground and tended to him wounds and that was all. You should have never come up with some story about being married to him.

What did you know about him? What did you know about his likings, beliefs and everything a wife should know about her husband of three years?

You knew nothing.

“You are shaking,” he said, his voice close to your ear; his breath tickling your skin. His hand was once again on your hips, bringing you close to his body. This time you did not fight the physical contact. It brought you some comfort.

As comforting as it could be to realize you were going to die by his hands when he figured out everything.

A bitter, mirthless laughter left your lips. His fingers tightened on your hip in a silent question.

“It’s ironic, you know…” You shook your head. “You lost your memories of me… of us… and I am the one to not remember meeting you.”

He gave you no answer. His deep intake of breath made you realize he was thinking it though. Your own breath was cut short when he lifted the hem of your shirt and caressed your sides with his warm fingertips.

“I was very different back then,” he whispered against your hair. His voice was almost small, even if full of anger. “A pathetic thing, really.”

Anger directed at himself.

It made your heart stop for a moment. It ached so much for him right now. When he spoke again, you forgot how to breathe.

“I had a split lip and some bruises my uniform could not conceal.”

Your heart was small now. Somehow — and you did not know how — your hand found his and your fingers entwined together.

“You were concerned about my well-being…”

You probably were. You always had a penchant, soft heart, for broken things — broken people. That was probably the reason why you fell in love with your husband back then.

Closing your eyes, you tried to summon that day back to your mind. You recalled something close to that. But that man — barely a man, freshly a man, really — was a far cry from the man behind you now, holding you in his arms.

No wonder you could not remember him.

It made your heart even sorer now.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. His warm breath was all you could hear and feel. You wetted your lips not really sure of what you could say. Should say.

“I tended to you…?”

It was almost a question. Half-assertion. Knowing yourself well, you probably did. The images were so blurred in your mind. You recalled him. A tall, slim guy… Not very proud of himself, hiding behind the imposing figure of Brendol Hux — so very different form the man you called husband now… — but you did not remember much more than that.

“You did.” He snorted. As if the very notion filled him with shame and… disgust. You could almost say — even if you could not see him now, you would not dare turn around and face him; you were afraid of ruining the moment — his lips were up in a snarl. “I am not very proud of myself that day. It did, however, serve its purposes.”

His lips skimmed the sensible skin of your ear.

You drew in a sharp breath.

One of his hands was still in your hip, the other was in your throat, keeping you in place. It made no pressure, it was simply there — a lone witness of his habit to be in control of all things, including you, his very wife.

Your body trembled in his embrace.

You knew what was about to happen. You did not know, however, how to get yourself free this time. You did not know if you wanted to.

“What purposes?” Your voice was such a meek thing. You should feel ashamed at how your body was trembling — both with fear and excitement. You did not know which feeling was worse.

His lips brushed the side of your throat lightly. Your fingers tightened around his and your body — shamefully, it was all such a shame! You would regret it later — moved closer to his, as if that was even possible. You could feel him everywhere — his fingers, his warm body, his breath, his soft lips — and it made you dizzy.

You should feel ashamed of yourself.

Definitely.

He did not give you a reply. Instead, he turned your head towards his and ran his lips on your chin.

You closed your eyes and gave in.

“That day made me realize what I wanted most in the world.” His words were whispered; his lips barely moved from your skin to give them life. He was again almost back to your ear, where he trapped your earlobe between his teeth. “My father dead…”

This made your eyes snap open.

Your heart beat irregularly.

Your throat constricted.

He did not give you much time — any time, actually — to consider his words — the ice in them, the anger, the disappointment, the extreme, almost religious hate —, he merely continued, “And you as my wife.”

And then… he finally reached your lips, moving his against yours slowly.

A moan of both relief and shame — you were a horrible person for yearning for such kiss — left you.

It was by no means a deep, full-fledged kiss. Merely a brush of lips. Even if intense, he did not let it escalate to anything more. A meek please — again you did not know if it was to make him go further or to stop at once — came to fruition in your mouth, but he paid you no heed.

He continued to move his lips against yours in a slow — sinful even — dance; taking his time teasing you, savoring you. His tongue even traced your lower lip and you greedily reached to him, trying to deepen the kiss — to alleviate the burning sensation in your very core; it had been so long since you last felt this need — to make him kiss you for real…

A ruthless, uncaring man, the General broke apart unceremoniously and forced you to stare at him, this time not sideways, but up front. Your chest to his chest — or close to it, since you were not as tall as he — hip to hip; fingers on the small of your back, inside your clothes, caressing your bare skin in a soothing manner as the words came to life in his mouth.

“Back then, I already knew you would be mine.”

A/N - It’s definitely one of my fav chapters of all. I hope you have liked it. Let’s see if I can update chapter 22 sometime this weekend. Let’s hope so! xD

#hux x reader #hux x you #armitage hux #general hux #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux x you #general hux x reader #general hux x you #fanfic #lie to me #star wars fanfic #star wars #sequels fanfic #sequel fanfic #star wars sequel #star wars sequels

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grs-the-neighborhood · 6 years ago

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Name: Verdona Levin

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday (Zodiac): January 16; Capricorn

Species: 50% Human, 25% Osmosian, 25% Anodite

Ethnicity: White / Alien?

Native Language(s): English

Nationality: American

Appearance Info

Height: 5'9"

Skin tone: Light

Eye shape/color: Round; Green

Hair style/color: Long Wavy; Black

Outfit style: Oversized Sweaters and Jeans

Accessories: Charms

Markings (birthmarks, scars, etc): N/A

Alignment Info

Hero/Villian/Civilian: Hero

Rank: Vanguard League (Supernatural Department)

Powers/Abilities:

Natural Powers (By Mother)

-Mana Manipulation

-Mana Absorption

-Mana Detection

-Memory Manipulation

-Clairvoyance

-Teleportation

-Portal Creation

-Telepathy

-Telekinesis

Anodite Powers (By Mother)

-Anodite transformation

-Astral Projection

-Magic

-Flight

-Size Alteration

Matter Absorption (By Father)

Fighting Style:

-Taekwondo (Taught by Mother)

- Jujutsu (Yaught by Mother)

Weapons:

-Spell Book

Personality:

Verdona is very nonchalant, she tends to be very relax and reserve with people. She's kind and can be motherly to some of the other members, making sure they're fine if not then she would offer her healing. She enjoys music, it's something that puts her in a good mood. She's not nesessarily quiet but she's also not very talkative. She's the type that needs to be spoken too, however she has her moments when she gives a remark. She can be somewhat sarcastic but it's something that makes other laugh. She's very helpful and is a good ear, listening to other people's problems and helping them out.

Backstory:

Born in Bellwood her parents had always given her a nice life. Making sure to not let their jobs or plumbing take up too much of their time. She was raised to be skilled in fighting, so when she's older she can help people like they did. Kevin, her father, had taught her how to use her osmosian powers in ways of defense and even offense. He gave her an insight to the good places to brokers. Her mother however taught her the ways of magic and being Anodite, even gave her lessons in some martial arts.

Having these skills made Verdona a nice assest to a team, so she had asked about maybe joining the Vanguard League. Her mother was glad she would be wanting to join heroes, her father didn't seem to care. He was a villain and a hero, very hard to pick a side. But he was happy that she's doing something she wants. She teleported to Townsville and had search but managed to find the Vanguard League, where she met Damian. Son to Danny Fenton and Valerie. She had grown a crush on him. However she kept it professional and asked to join. After showing all of what she had the League had seen her as a valuable member for the team and she was accepted.

She was excited and even transferred to the local school. Of course she teleports to the school and League whenever needed, she just needed a reason to be somewhere new. Plus she got to see Damian more. She was growing a liking to him and even wondered if she had a chance with him.

Relatives:

- Gwendolyn Tennyson Levin (Mother)

- Kevin Ethan Levin (Father)

- Ken Tennyson (Uncle)

- Ben Tennyson (First Cousin Once Removed)

- Max Tennyson (Great Grandfather)

- Verdona (Great Grandmother)

- Frank Tennyson (Maternal Grandfather)

- Natalie Tennyson (Maternal Grandmother)

- Mrs. Levin (Paternal Grandmother)

- Zed (Pet)

Relationships:

Her parents and her get along well. Gwen and Kevin have their moments when they argue about the way one another trained Verdona but in the end they have seen that she's grown to be a wonderful daughter and fighter. She gets along well with her father being daddy's little girl, however she also gets along well with her mother. They are supportive and helpful with Verdona's future.

Damian is the leader of the Supernatural Department she's in. She had grown a liking to him after their first encounter. Something about his scaredy-cat personailty made her smile. She just wanted to be there to help and protect him. In fact in battle she tends to be very protective of him and the team. She stays by his side and listens to his commands, and sometimes at school she can't help but ogle him from her locker.

As for Envie, the two seem to get along well. However they have their moments when they engage in a sarcasm battle that some people in the team wonder if they're fighting or just casually having fun. It's usually the latter.

Vivian is someone Verdona has a hard time getting along with. Mainly due to her being unable to withstand Vivi's obnoxious and loud personality. Verdona tries to avoid her as best as she can but being in the same team it tends to get difficult.

Small Stories w/ Characters:

DAMIAN

As she saw Damian walk by she nervously waved a hand at him, hoping to get his attention without scaring him. He stopped in his track and looked up at her.

"Hey Damian, I don't mean to hold you up long, but... I was just hoping if you'd like to read this in your free time." She smiled and cautiously handed a small black journal to him, his hands took it curiously and opened it, skimming through it's content.

"What is it?" He asks, but quickly realizes that it appears to be a journal filled with poems.

"Just some poetry, I heard that you liked poetry so I wanted to show you some of my stuff. Maaaybe you can let me know if they're any good? I want to go to a poetry slam but I'm just too afraid that my work is ... well childs work."

Damian smiles and gladly takes the book, he looks up at her eyes, "Thanks, I'll give it a read and let you know what I think about them tomorrow." With that he walked off, leaving Verdona to respond to his dissappearing body.

"Awesome! Thank you-" she pauses, "Wait tomorrow morning?!" He was gone and she was nervous, was he planning on reading them all in one night? She creates a portal sending herself home, hoping for tomorrow to come sooner.

Next Morning

She walks around a room in the league where she ran into Damian the day before. She impatiently fiddled with her scarf before seeing him phase through a wall into the room.

"Ah there you are," Damian spoke softly and she responded in the same manner.

"So? What'd ya think?"

He thought for a second and reassured her with a smile, "It's good. I think these would be perfect for a poetry slam."

She blushed, taking her journal back she hugged it in her crossed arms and smiled at him, "You think so?... Hey maybe if you aren't busy, you'd like to join me friday for the slam?"

He smiled, "Sure, Just text me the details and I will meet you there." She nodded, and with that he left again. She excitedly texted the details right away and walked out of the room her book still in her arms as she internally squealed with joy.

VIVIAN

It had been a while and Vivi hadn't stopped talking, she was talking to another member in the group and they didn't seem to mind her constant blabbering. However Verdona was starting to get a bit irritated, and with the potty mouth Vivi has Verdona found herself finally speaking up.

"I know this space is free for members to socialize and relax but do you think you could maybe tone down the profanity?" She dodn't want to come off as a goodie goodie but she just wasn't a fan of profanity, mainly due to her high intelligence she found slang to sometimes be unnessecary.

"Oh shit sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt yer quiet time," she reponded, only to turn back and continue her conversation. Her profanity had lessen but that only lasted less than a minute before she continued to do it again. Not on purpose, just out of habit.

Verdona groaned, she just wanted to be in this room and enjoy some poetry reading with Damian, but he was running late and she was running out of patience.

"We have a language filled with so many words that can replace that vulgar slang street talk of yours," she said slamming her book shut.

"Why are ya bitching so much? I have the right to use any words I want, freedom of speech look it up."

Her hands became fists and she stood up from her seat,"For your information I am fully aware of the Amendments-"

"Well are you fully aware you got a stick up your ass that needs to be taken out?"

Without another word Verdona gave up and grabbed her book and walked out, Damian had just walked in but quickly followed after her.

Vivi sat there, a bit confused,"What's her problem?"

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Welp that's it for my entry oof took forever

But I'm glad with the outcome, I love both of my new children and if neither wins I wont even be mad, I just love them too much xD

Sorry if any character is OOC, if I need to change things just let me know!

Bio Template (C) MintQuetzal

Vivian (C) ppgzmlpfimlover

Verse, Opal, Damian, Vivian, Serena, Kandi (C) PrincessCallyie

Art, Junji, and Verdona (C) @japanda-draws

Any other character belongs to their rightful show and creator

She will be in @ej-cappy-universe 's GRS series: The Neighbors.

#character list #the neighborhood #the neighbors #synonymous

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 6 years ago

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Rank the Persona games? + What do you think of ulala?

(edit forgot about ulala thought it was a diff ask. I love her)I’mma just rank what I prefer rather than numbers like with Zero Escape. Focusing on the story (gameplay wise I prefer P3/4/5 to P1/2 and I prefer P2 to P1, and I like all the spinoff games)

P2(both)/P4>P3P (FeMC)>P3MaleSide>>>P1>>>>>P5

P4D>PQ1>Arena>P3D/Ultimax>P5D (PQ2 isn’t out yet but I expect it to be on the higher end just cause the FeMC is there and yeah I’ll be like that 8U)

(reasoning below)

P2 has a great balance of characters and plot, P4 I just love the characters and how they handle them and flesh them out (not so surprisingly they both have Shadow Selves and I just loooooooove me those Shadow Selves, it’s what drew me into the series to begin with).

FeMC I rank above Male just cause how a few changes (such as being closer to SEES) helped with some of my issues with P3 (esp since the game is like “oh you are all closer now” and I was like “how? why?). MaleMC for the manga/anime/spinoffs is tied with the FeMC since they do develop that aspect I felt they lacked in the base game. I’ll boost Game!MaleMC up to tying with the FeMC when they fix his side tho. 106th time is the charm but damn it they’ll get it right. 8V jk jk

P1 has a fine story, the only thing holding it back is it’s characters imo. They aren’t bad but…..they are a bit shallow (by which I mean they aren’t as fleshed out as they could be), and they are a bit….relient on tropes of that time period. Instead of giving more info on the characters sayyyyyy Ayase, you just kinda know she’s just one of those Kogal girls rather then explain why and go into it. If you just know of the kogal girl trope during that time period, then you are good on her character. If you don’t then….rip.

P5, we all know how I feel. Also as someone who loves the shadow selves…..yeah….was very….very upset with how they handled them in this game.

P4D, fun gameplay (includes greate music and choreo), good story, and best characterization.

PQ1, fun gameplay, good story, characterization isn’t…..the best…. but damn if those stroll events weren’t fun. Group Date Cafe is god-like too.

Arena, good story, half good characterization (some characters are great, some are getting into flanderization territory…..mostly the characters with a joke end)….I always forget Liz has a route in this game too….dunno why, just a fun fact. XD

P3D, fun gameplay (same as P4D), characterization I think is fine (aka I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary when playing the Japanese ver, which is a good thing), sadly….it lacks a “real” story mode…..that being said it could’ve been sooooooooo much better. It’s a shame it got held back by P5D. I had the most fun between this one and P5D tbh. I do wish they had more tracks and had more variety like P4D did, but it still had variety so that’s good.

Ultimax, good gameplay, characterization went down the crapper sadly, bungled mess of a story…..that being said the contents of the story (past the BS) is really interesting and it’s a shame it got bungled the way it did.

P5D, gameplay is good but…..the choreo and music is….less than stellar sadly. I already had an issue with P5′s music, but the less than stellar remixes, the lack of variety in music genre (unlike P4D or P3D), and the lack in variety of even tracks to choose from (P3/4D could pick from a bunch of different games, and P5 only had one hence a lot of Wake Ups and Last Surprises). Not actually sure about the characterization….mostly cause P5′s characterization is a bungled mess (example Anne’s not an airhead in the main story but the make her an OOC one in her CoOp, and I feel like they keep her CoOp airheadedness in this). Kind of a quandary since….P5 isn’t consistent…and thus I dunno how to gauge P5D cause of this. I hated the choreo too, I don’t care if “oh they don’t know how to dance” like it’s a dream world they can do whatever don’t give me this BS. With pretty much everyone….their first dance was at best really good or at worst passable, with their 2nd dance being of lower quality to their 1st dance. It was painful to play. (I did think some of the remixes were good….when they were being original and didn’t sound like their source….which….isn’t good cause…as soon as it went back to resembling the base song I was like “oh welp there goes that good time”). This game deserved better too, they should’ve waited as to give it more songs to choose from. More dances. It sucks it lost content for P3D to exist at the same time too.

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kusunokihime-a · 7 years ago

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*rolls up sleeves* Okay you wee beans, I’ve been slackin’ on appreciation asks because I’m bad at keeping track of things, so HERE WE GO INSTEAD. Just over a month ago, Ryū and I hit two years on this gosh-darned site with all you lovelies, but heck it - we’re rolling out more love for y’all cuz when is it ever a BAD time to do that? So here’s a long post (under a cut lol) of some love for some lovelies to carry over into the new year! (in no particular order just...as I go, lolol - also by mun, so if you’ve got more than one blog, I’m just...picking one I remember x3)

@noharin

Meyyy muh dahlin’ I love ya. You’re so funny and kind and GENUINE. You’re such a down-to-earth person who, in spite of your own troubles, goes out of her way to keep the chins up of everyone around you. You’ve put so much love into your muses, and yes I’m STILL going to bring up how you plucked me and my marshmallow up and helped us feel welcome here. You’re a big part of the reason why I stayed, and why I’m still here - thank you <3

@leafgodaime

Bailey! I know we don’t talk much ooc (and yes I know I already got an ask from you but too bad =P), but I love you and your muse. I ALWAYS enjoy seeing all of your interactions with the other muses here. You write Tsunade and wee Hiroyuki so well, my muse can’t help but love them so much. You guys took in a silly OC muse, even if you didn’t have to, and that means a lot to us. Thank you for helping us fit in <3

@hatakiri

YOU. WRITER OF INTRUDER DOGS AND SNARKY SNAPBACKS. GOSH I love you and your muse. Just...your Kakashi is so perfect. I love his sass and also his angst and his deadpan humor. And his constant harassment of my marshmallow (but don’t worry, she still loves him x3). I was SO happy when you came back, and we’ve loved every interaction both before and after. I always know I’m gonna smile when I see you crash into our inbox. Thank you for all the laughs <3

@flamexroar

Konnn you precious wee bean! I know we’ve not been threading too often lately but I hope you’re well! And your kitty! And everybody else! I’ve so loved every interaction with all your menagerie of muses! They’re all so unique and creative and I wish I could wrangle as many as you do - I can’t even handle a main blog and a side blog, kdsjfkjg. ANYWAY. You’re a sweetie and I love ya and I love talking to ya even though I SUCK at keeping up with people, and thank you for being such a darling <3

@obsidianavenger

*lays in your lap* Well hey thar. Youuu should know that I love you, and I love your Sasuke, even when he’s being a butt and not letting you write. I love your art, and that you’re keepin’ at it and practicing and improving! I know not all of our conversations are happy-go-lucky, but I hope you know how much I appreciate you, and support you. I’m always here when you need me, and thank you for doing the same <3

@snakesage

FOSTER my dude. I know we don’t interact IC nearly as much as we should, and tbh that’s like...105% my fault cuz I’m a dweeb BUT. I still love your Mitsuki, like...a whole lot. I love the thought you put into him, the bonds he has with other muses on the dash, and just...I’m SO impressed with how much you’ve grown him. I’m not into Boruto, but honestly that’s okay because your Mitsuki is all I need in life, lmao! (Also your Konohamaru too tbh while I’m at it) But seriously, you’re a super cool dude, and you’ve only ever been nothing but kind to me, and thank you for being you <3

@frogprinceus

Oh my gosh, Mitsuki. You are SUCH A SWEETHEART. And I still can’t comprehend how amazing your Jiraiya is (and all of your other muses, of course). It’s like he managed to escape canon and now resides in your blog xD Safe and sound, where he belongs! And I’m still so humbled how quickly you let Ryū and I get to know you both ;w; It wasn’t something you had to do, but you did it anyway, and everything we write together makes me SO happy. It’s a very special bond between our muses, and I love it so much. Thank you for writing with us <3

@gentlegrace

Daniiiii, you wee sweet pea. You are SUCH a joy, oh my gosh. And so are all your muses! Admittedly we’ve gotten to know Hinata best, and wowowow I love how you portray her. I so enjoy how yours took the tough path and fought harder for what she wanted and believed in. All your interactions with the others and with us are always a joy to see. And you’re such a kind and understanding person - you stick up for what you believe in just like your ‘nata does! And I commend that. I really really do. Thank you for being just as you are <3

@kyuuzuchiha

Boooooo! I LOVE YOUR MUSES. And I love you too! You’re so funny and sweet and GOSH I love when we get to gush about our nerds together xD Getting to write with you is just...a joy every time it happens. Whether it’s with one of your boys, or with Keiko (who, GOSH, I am just falling in love with), each interaction is written so well, and your characterization is just! Awesome sauce. You have such an awesome handle on your muses, and each exchange we have is so much fun, and so engaging. Thank you for letting us drive you crazy x3 <3

@teamseven-united

Sanjiiii, dahlinggg, little sweet potato! I know you’re off right now to tackle life and I hope you’re kicking its butt! But lemme just take a second to say how much I appreciate you! You’re an amazing writer, and WOW I love your art, it’s got so much character, and it’s SO CUTE, and I’m so grateful for all the doodles you’ve made for us ;w; It’s so neat to see our interactions drawn out! Ryū loves your Sauce, and all your muses are just...so awesome. I can’t wait for you to be back so we can pester you some more x3 Thanks for putting up with us, lol <3

@hyugainterior

Hina-mun! Oh my goodness! YOU are like...the sweetest cinnamon bun on my dash (of course, you’ve got lots of competition cuz like...there’s a lotta sweeties on my dash BUT), I appreciate SO MUCH all the effort you give to try and make this community a little better and brighter. And I know I say it all the time and you’re probably sick of hearing it by now, but...watching everything unfold on your blog is just SO interesting, even if we might not play an active part in it. Your skills in narrative writing are something to look up to! Thank you for sharing with us <3

@sennenryuu

Holy smokes, Natalie. Can I just say how much I look up to your stuff? You’re such a skilled artist, and seeing the detail and love you put into your muse helps drive me to do the same with mine! So much creativity in all you do here, and we love getting to see it! And of course all our interactions...which I need to be better about, eh heh. Seriously though, your character is so intriguing and well-rounded, and you’re always a joy to talk to ooc. I was so glad to be your Secret Santa and have the chance to write something for you n_n Thank you for being a great member of the community <3

@cinderspewed

VeronAAA, you are such a meme! All of your ooc shenanigans get me in stitches, and honestly so does a lot of your writing with Dei. You just! Have such a way with him as a muse, and golly I love seeing everything from you. Even your crack posts have Deidara written all over them xD And gosh, you’re such a wonderful person. I know we don’t talk ooc nearly enough because I’m Horrible, but you care so much about your followers and your friends, and you look out for this community. Thank you for all you do, for all of us, both ic and ooc <3

@ascxndinggg

LITTLE ONE. I know I already blabbered in your ask buuut I don’t care I’ma do it again x3 I said it once, I’ll say it again: I’m so proud of you. You’ve made it through another tough year, and you helped me do the same. And even if they’ve been a bit out of commission for a while, I LOVE YOUR MUSES. AND YOUR WRITING. Like...dang. It’s SO GOOD. And I’m SO EXCITED to write with you again, kiddo. Thank you for all you do for me, and for showing this old fuddy-duddy what it means to be strong <3

@flakclad

Rhi! Omg! I LOVE YOUR GENMA SO MUCH. And your Kankurō - even if we don’t write with him much, I still love seeing his stuff on the dash! You are one of the sweetest lil beans, lemme tell you. I love writing ic with you - I love our muses’ dynamic, and watching it grow since we’ve been writing together. And I’ve so enjoyed getting to know you, too! You’ve never had a down or cross word for anyone I’ve seen - you’re so chill, and all you put on the dash is a joy, whether it’s something with us, or other lovelies! Thank you for being so great <3

@abyssaldespair

Oh my gosh Meg, where do I start with you x3 You are SO funny, and even if you’re a wee bit abrasive sometimes, you’re still a great friend that I love talking to, even when you’re being a butt =P You have such a great way of writing Obito, and gosh I love your artwork so much. I wish I could draw like you...maybe someday. For now I’ll just pester you with silly pixel dolls of our muses being dumb x3 I always love writing with you, and it’s been a blast watching our muses’ relationship go from hella awkward to what it is now, haha! It’s really helped me as a writer round out my character :3 Thank you for sticking around with us <3

@twofoxesandasnake

K, I know we don’t write much together anymore, but I’ve still enjoyed all of our interactions, whether it be between our muses, or between us as muns. You’re a sweetheart, and I’ve enjoyed writing with all of your characters - all the way beginning with Kurama, and going through to Sasuke, Naruto, and Boruto. Whether it was crack, angst, or something in-between, writing with you has always been so much fun. Thank you for taking the time with us <3

@littlelilypetal

LILY-MUNNN. Oh my gosh, hun, like...where do I even begin xD First off it was so neat to meet another SasuHina shipper - they seemed to be a bit rare on my dash when we met! And then GOSH things just kinda snowballed out of control, haha! It’s been such a treat building up being friends, and then all of our shenanigans ic - SO MUCH COOLNESS and just...the whole nine yards. It was so cool to have someone to write the ALAS verse with - I dunno if I’ve ever said how much I enjoy and appreciate that. Thank you for being an awesome friend <3

@masterofwar

Phoenix, dahling, I miss ya! But I hope all’s well where you’re at, and that life’s treating you well! Even if we’ve not written in a while, I hope you know just how much I’ve ADORED all of our interactions - from long, thought-out threads, to silly crack asks and quips. Your muses are SUCH a delight, just like their mun! It’s been so enjoyable to see how they’ve meshed with my own little marshmallow, and seeing her get so very caught up in their webs x3 Thank you for so much fun and intrigue, my friend <3

@witheredblossom

Oh my gosh, Finn. Lemme start with just...how much praise I have for your Obito. Even before we had the guts to write with you, I’ve always adored how you write him. Even in the silly stuff xD You write beautifully, and you’re such a neat dude. I know I don’t hop into IMs or Discord NEARLY as much as I should but I hope you know how cool you are :3 And I’ve SO enjoyed this strange little dynamic between our muses. Every interaction just leaves her with more questions, and I love it x3 Thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

@quiet-kunoichi

Jaaaaaaaack, friendo! BOY am I glad I met you, like...gosh. You’re so sweet, you’re SUCH a talented writer, and I love your muse to pieces. She’s so dynamic, and interesting, and I’ve so enjoyed getting to know you and her both. Our threads, no matter how few or far between, have always been such a blast. And I can’t wait to write more with you once we both manage to sit down at the same time x’’D But I hope you know how much your friendship means to me, and how much I appreciate ya n_n Thank you for being my friend <3

...okay, I’m like 99% sure I’ve missed people, and I’m sUPER SORRY for anyone I have, but...even if I didn’t blubber at you, I hope all’y’all know how much we love and appreciate you all - and we wish you all a bright, calm, lovely year 2018, and we hope to see you guys and more as we make our way through it!

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#gif #long post #OKAY THERE WE GO #FINALLY #I'M SORRY I'M SO SLOW #but i love you guys #and i hope y'all know that #and i hope this year's better than the last #y'all deserve the world <3 #also sorry for typos but #i can't look at this any more #i'll fix them later xD

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benevolentgodloki · 7 years ago

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Roleplaying Profile Meme: PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG! ��Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME : Pirate ARE YOU OVER 18? Yes / No IS YOUR MUSE? Yes* / No

* {what the heck is it with me and muses that are over 1000 years old I swear.}

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes / Highly / Private (mutuals only) ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi / Yes / Highly

{It may have been noticed that when I first started out I had my blog as ‘highly selective’, which isn’t particularly helpful for starting out ;D So for now I’m ‘selective’ and will very likely try to calm down soon with how much I take on as I’ve not even touched my ‘main’ blog since I started on this loser, oops. }

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / (OC)

{I try to keep Loki ‘canon’, but, well, for me, roleplay is about playing with what you’ve got and having fun. It’s fantasy. If you want to have Loki in a situation that would otherwise be totally OOC then it’s my job as a writer to find a way for that to be believable. If I wanted to write Loki just for me and keep him strictly to one ideology, then what would be the point in me sharing him? You wanna ship him? Cool, we’ll see how that works out. You want him taking over the world? Sweet, I’ll find a reason. You want him fluffy or angsty or redemptive? I can work something out. I’m a sandbox, I’m not trying to write the next Marvel movie here}

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella

{If memes require it I’ll do one-liners or novellas if doing drabbles etc. They’re circumstantial. I’m not against one-liners, it depends on what’s happening in a thread, but I also don’t want to clog up people’s dashes except for brief crack!}

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Icons / Gifcons DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No* / Yes

{I do write some instant roleplays with Will (araedi) on Discord but generally I find these highly stressful because I have this thing where I have to immediately respond to messages (thanks anxiety, you’re great) so I literally only play with Will and a side-order of rare chat instances - or in Cards Against Humanity!}

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 Weeks) / Average (1-2 Weeks) / Fast (Less Than One Week) / Very Fast (Less Than Three Days)

{When I get back on track with my main blog, unfortunately my posting speed is likely to deteriorate drastically. At the moment I’m taking only a few days because my health’s keeping me from doing much but enjoying Loki and I’m buzzed enough about him to even post on work nights. In anticipation of me being a slow bean, I started this blog off with this very warning in my rules. I do have a thread tracker, however, so if you’re wondering where your reply is and it’s been anything up to a week, please ask in case I’m a dumb and I lost it <3}

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) Fluff / Angst / Smut / Action / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / Conversational / Hurt-Comfort WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / Everything

{I unbolded horror but it’s dependent. Written horror isn’t like visual horror, which is something I don’t do well with. I’m a total wimp. But I can do some pretty dark nasties with fiction. I’ll try most things}

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? (not triggers) No* / Yes DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? No / Yes*

* {I’ll answer both these in one asterisk. My one trigger I don’t need anyone to tag because it’s very specific and unlikely to come up. If something of that ilk happens in our thread I’ll IM you to explain and it will entirely not be your fault so never worry :P I’m generally fine with most themes to write so if you’re looking for someone to try something out who’d normally say no, you can always ask.}

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Physical / Sexual

{So for Loki this one’s a bit more unusual. I’m up for varied things but some stuff requires first meetings etc. Romance will take chemistry and time (if at all, that dumb frost giant heart). Family can be pre-established if you’re playing a muse from the movies who is one of his family. I may consider AUs/OCs with other pre-established family members but plotting is key for that too. Some ships I lean more toward and may be more easily persuaded to just assume sexual things have already occurred or at the least flirting. It’s entirely muse and situation dependent basically.}

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry only / Yes DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No* / Yes / I don’t know

* { I don’t really but it’s possible? I’ve not got any on blacklist. I wouldn’t say I’m raring to go for Thorki (I don’t intend at this time to do so with my bestie Thor) but if you’re a Thor out there who’s just at their wit’s end unable to find semi-incestuous love, well, I won’t necessarily rule it out. I’ve even considered Helki because hot damn. I’m supposed to be talking about NOTPs where was I? Tbh I’m not a fan of Stucky. Each to their own. If I see too much of it on my dash I get a bit ‘ewww’ but hey if you love that, then you go love that! And that doesn’t affect Loki anyway. Basically if something feels good fictionally for me and him, I’m up for trying it)

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? - Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Attracted to masculinity / Attracted to femininity / Attracted to androgyny

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? - Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Polyamorous

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / During Plotting / After A Couple IC Interactions / Several IC Interactions / Slow Burn /Depends on partner & muse

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS?

No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.) No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively / Yes

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes / Depends

Tagged by: @heartfractured Tagging: Anyone following me who wants to do this. I know that sounds lazy but half of you have already probably been tagged XD

#outofillusions #about Pirate

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mandakatt · 8 years ago

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My OC’s.

So! Here’s my grouping of OC’s that I am currently active with. [I have many others that I haven’t put here such as Voltron, Star Wars, and Dragon age cause all those Rp’s are on hold. =p I refuse to grow up, what can I say?]

So! For some of these characters I have artwork, some I don’t so the ones that don’t their description will be much longer. [All art is © their original creators! I’ll link them/tag them in the descriptions.]

Mandakatt [Ref sheet art by: @sbneko ] - My OC that I use in the Furry Fandom. Yes. I’m one of those kinda dudes. Heh, but not in the way that’s usually associated with the stereotypes of the fandom. I’ve been in this fandom since about 2002 I think, but I’m starting to kinda fade away from it. So, she’s changing into what you see for my avatar here on tumblr. [Art by: DamnEvilDog - I miss you bubba.] - Out of all my OC’s she’s the closest to me in personality, and such. So just a fancy version of yours truly. XD

Kai - [Art © @sbneko ] Mandakatt’s sister. I created her as a joke cause everyone kept calling Mandakatt a Koi-Cat. So, here you go. Kai is older, and more mature than her sister, however, she is a derp, and will at times, when she’s nervous, grab her flowly showa tail and nibble on it, claiming she is her own sushi. She’s like the mom side of my personality.

Amari Mao - Shrine Maiden [ More Art! ] [ Art by: @tomochii-chan and @mageheart ] From the SLBP Universe. - She came about from a story that I had started to write involving the Date Clan. I don’t know if this story will ever see the light of day because I feel that I’m way too OOC with the lords. Her personality is Bubbly, Outgoing and she’s typically full of smiles and curiosity about the world. She’s a wandering Miko, so she’ll do rituals for those that ask. She carries a simple wakizashi vertically on the small of her back, her skills with it are above average for those that are used to sword fighting, she’s an expert with a long bow. The scar over her left eye that stops at her cheek came about when someone tried to rob her on the road, and they got too close - she’s not completely blind her her left eye, she can see movements and shapes, but nothing in full clarity.

Major - My Overwatch Reader insert character. - You were adopted as a young child into a Japanese family that lived in America, keeping your birth last name. You know some respectful phrases in Japanese but cannot speak it fluently. You reached the rank of Major [O-4] as a US Marine till you were ‘Honorably discharged due to injury during training.’ You are the bodyguard of Yumi. You are almost blind in your left eye. - Wanna know more? I am gonna be cheeky and go - Go read it. XD

Mao - Final Fantasy XV

“There’s nothing special to me, I’m just trying to pull my weight in the world.”

Height: 5 foot 2/158cm

Body type: Tone, but she carries a bit of extra weight making her slightly curvy.

Hair Color: Brown - and long. When worn in a high ponytail it rests at her shoulder blades, she has a distinct braid behind her right ear, crystal beads adorn it at the end, the braid itself is long enough to rest on her shoulder. When she’s not out hunting, these beads get put onto a silver chain and worn around her neck. The beads were a gift from her mother.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Scars: Long scars that start on her right cheek, one on top of the other, and travel down the side of her neck. When she takes off her coat the scars are noticeable on her shoulder. The scars go down over her shoulder and across her side and stops in the middle of her back. She was pounced by a Voretooth trying to save her mom. It didn’t go well.

Outfit: Black boots, dark grey cargo pants, a thick black leather belt, a grey sleeveless t-shirt, and a long dark red overcoat that rests at the back of her calves. She keeps two daggers sheathed at the small of her back, so her weapons are always in plain sight yet never seen.

Weapons: Dual daggers – Her mother's, they’re slim and simple looking, will be somewhat distraught if she ever loses them. She is also quite proficient with short swords, carries two across her back - will only bring these as her ‘heavy hitters’.

Skills: She’s an excellent tracker - all those years hunting by herself - and can track both humans, and animals. She’s quite quick, and knows hand to hand combat as well, never underestimate her, as she will use her size and speed to her advantage to put you into some form of a hold, or punch your lights out if you deserve it.. For example, she’s been seen sprinting around a Spiracorn to jump up on it’s back, rush up it’s neck and stab it in the eyes. She know’s it’s reckless, and will usually only do such things out of desperation,or showing off.

Personality: She comes across as friendly, and flirty to anyone and everyone, however, she can come across being very forward, or brash, and can also come across very stubborn and sarcastic. She’s a bit of a hot head at times, but will backpedal with someone if they call her out on her shit.

Bio: She grew up on the outlands of Lucis, with her mother. Life wasn’t easy, but she learned to track, and hunt from her mom. She was in her teens when her mom died of an “illness” near Lachyrte Haven, close to Galdin Quay. She grows melancholy every time she has to use this haven for this reason, and after leaving the area, she’ll perk back up.

She can be heard muttering the words “For hearth and home.” when she’s finished with a battle, as if she’s reassuring herself she’s still alive, and what she’s alive for. If she’s hunting beasts, she can be seen resting her hand on the downed animals side, thanking it for it’s life.

She’s gone on hunts for, and with The Marshal, and will admit she has got quite the crush on Cor, if you get friendly enough with her for her to admit it. She blames this crush on the fact that he’s so kept to himself. And he’s a mystery.

She met the bros in passing once at Hammerhead, curious about their entourage, and hearing them pick up a hunt, decided to tag along, from a distance, and tracked the bros through the wilderness - not that it was all that hard to do, and helped them out of an MT ambush. She offered to track the beasts they were hunting after that, and has gone along with them on their other adventures. She, at first, will admit, she didn’t know that Noctis was the Crown Prince, and that the others were his Crownsguard, which Noctis appreciates as she treats him like any other hunter, and not what his title entails. Though she will lay her life down for him and his group, much to his dismay.

She has no shame what. so. ever. And enjoys the flirting banter she has with the boys. The more she gets Prompto to blush, or Noct to roll his eyes, and become more quiet and awkward, the better. She’s out to get Ignis to lose his composure, and Gladio and her flirt like crazy, probably doing so just to get Noct and Prompto to cringe, however she’ll always put him in his place with a witty comment.

She’s come to love the boys equally, and fears one day that they may ask her to choose one of them. She knows that she couldn’t do it, and as much as it would pain her, she’d rather slip away one night, and leave them, then cause a rift between the banter she has with them, as selfish as this may be. She would be ecstatic if she could make it into a huge poly relationship, but she knows the Astrals are cruel in their ways, and wouldn’t let her have such a thing, so she remains as that close, flirty friend.

She adores Iris, and Talcott and acts like their older sister, and don’t let her find out you were bad mouthing or bullying either of these pure souls. She will end you. When the 10 years of darkness happens, much to Gladio’s discontent, she teaches both Iris, and Talcott how to defend themselves and hunt. Staying by their sides through the whole ordeal, giving Gladio truly, one less thing to worry over, as he knows she’d let nothing happen to either Iris, or Talcott.

She has an affinity to domestic animals, where stray cats and dogs just seem to follow her, and it has not been unheard of to have her pocket meow in the middle of a conversation, and a small kitten pops it’s head out of her chest coat pocket.

#my oc #my oc's #my original characters #kinda feels odd to get them all in one post #hah #i feel like i'm going to be judged for the first one though #tumblr has an innate hate of furries for some reason #or at least that i've come across #but whatever! here we go #furry fandom #slbp oc #final fantasy xv oc

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In the General’s Bed - Regency Hux x Reader - Ch. 2 - To outsmart a General

A/N: Hi, darlings xD As promised, here I am with chapter 2 of ITGB. My biggest thanks to everyone who took their time to give me some hearts for chap 1 and if you feel like... any reblog, any comment, any like is very much welcomed and appreciated. I hope you like it xD

Story Summary: The General is cornered… Upon returning from a successful campaign in Battle of Waterloo, Armitage Hux knows he has no excuses left; he must produce the much-needed heir. The problem is, when the two of you parted five years ago, it was not in the best of terms. Now, he may not find his wife, you, so willing as he first expected, nor keen on taking part in any of his political games. [Hux x Reader – Hux x You – Regency AU].

Warnings for the entire story: Will contain at times; graphic violence, sex, drugs and manipulation, coarse language and OOCness.

AO3 Tags: Regency Era; Alternate Universe; Alternate Story; Alternate Universe - Historical; Arranged Marriage; Politics; War; Napoleonic Wars; England - 1815; Married Couple; OOCness; Smut

Wordcount: 6475

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“THERE WAS ONCE A YOUNG SHEPHERD BOY WHO TENDED HIS SHEEP AT THE FOOT OF A MOUNTAIN NEAR A DARK FOREST. IT WAS…”

You adjusted Lux in your arms and kept on reading. It was raining, and your usual picnic and games outdoors had to be postponed. He complained, whined a bit, as expected, but complied shortly after you offered him a cookie and allowed him to lean against you as you read a book to him.

Smart as he was, he grimaced as you went further in your reading. Obviously, he understood why you choose “The boy who cried wolf” by Aesop. He took one of your locks and twirled it in his still chubby fingers. You knew he was upset, but you did not stop for a moment.

“…and when the boy complained, the wise man of the village said: ‘A liar will not be believed, even when he speaks the truth’.”

The two of you stood a moment in silence, you placed your chin over his head and kissed his hair lovingly.

“Did you get why I chose this fable, Lux?”

He shook his head.

“But you do,” you replied in a soft voice.

He continued with your strand of hair firmly around his finger and closed his eyes; if you did not know him well, you would tell he was asleep.

“I lied one time,” he said, letting go of your hair and shifting in your arms to face you. “And I want to play outside!”

He was pouting, chubby arms folded at his chest. It took all you had not to laugh. He was so cute like that! You pursed your lips into a thin line and arched your brows.

“It’s no excuse, little Lord!” And before he could say anything else, you gestured with your hand, indicating there was still more to come, “and it’s raining outside, what do we do in raining days?”

“Stay here,” he replied begrudgingly.

He was still pouting. It was so difficult resisting him when he was such a cute little lord.

“Exactly, we stay indoors. Now, what do I want to hear?”

He was on the verge of tears, but you knew he would not cry. He bit his lips and his chin quivered; his eyes were cast down, focused on his feet. You brushed your fingers against his cheeks and forced him to look at you.

“Now, Lux, there’s no need to cry.”

“I am not crying.”

Stubborn and proud.

You kneeled in front of him and held his tiny hands between yours. You shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile.

“There is no need to hide your tears from me, little Lord.”

“Grown-up boys don’t cry.”

You arched one brow and pursed your lips. He would be very pissed off if you laughed right now…

…But the need was so overwhelming you had to bring the book to cover your face and look sideways.

It did not ease the need to laugh that much, but at least you could face him with a more serious expression. Your eyes softened as you brushed a tear on his cheeks.

“Now, seriously, Lux…” you started, keeping him away; you wanted him to face you as you said the next words, “who told you boys don’t cry? Grown-ups or not?”

He did not give you a reply.

You shook your head and bestowed him with a brief kiss on the nose. You did not let him cling to you. Dinner time was approaching, and you still had to get changed — with a guest. An acquaintance of Hux. If you were not mistaken, he was called Agent Terex. You sighed. It would be a boring night of politics and men trying to make you look like a fool because you did not understand a bunch of what they talked about.

Well, it was better having a guest than having dinner alone with him. A shiver ran down your spine as you recalled how it ended last night. You were not sure you were read at all for it.

“Let’s go. I am sure you are eager to tell Lady Rae what you have learned today.”

He stopped immediately on his tracks and looked down. Even if his ginger locks feel on his face, shadowing his expression, you could still see him pouting.

“Please don’t tell Lady Rae.”

“She’s going to be…” you stopped mid-sentence. You had to give him reassuring words. “Nice with you.”

You knew that Rae Sloane did not take a lie so lightly; he was on her black list from now on — and certainly for forever.

If Rae could scare the hell out of you, you could only imagine how frightening she could be to a child.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You will be later.”

“Can I just hide today?”

“And lie again?” You shook your head and pulled him by the hand towards the exit of the winter garden. “Not gonna happen, little Lord. Besides, she won’t let you get off that easily.”

He pouted.

“You are not going to convince me with this face.”

“What face?” he asked back, chestnut eyes wide open with curiosity. The two of you stopped in front of a shiny surface. You moved behind him and squeezed his cheeks. He grimaced.

“This crying face.”

The expression staring back at you through the mirrored surface was one of barely concealed anger.

He was so cute.

“Boys don’t cry. Only girls like you cry.”

“I don’t cry, little Lord!” you replied; hands covering your mouth in an expression of both surprise and offense.

He removed his hands from yours and folded them at his chest.

“I saw you crying the night the Lord in the horse got here.”

Oh.

Oh…

Oh!

That explained why he pretended to be sick for two nights in a row… He did that, so you could avoid sleeping next to your husband — or even getting near him, since you spent every waking hour by his side. While you appreciated the gesture — you did not want to share the same bed with the General even if your life depended on it —, you knew that Lux put the both of you in a difficult situation.

“Oh, Lux…”

“You were crying because of him, Mama?”

Although his intonation was that of a question, he knew what he was talking about. Otherwise, he would not pretend a sickness he did not have, he would not risk getting caught…

“What did I say about calling me Mama?”

He pouted.

“I hate him.”

You shook your head. Thankfully, he would change his opinion soon. It is, if he saw you crying because of the General again he wouldn’t…

“Now, let’s go. I’m sure Rae is dying to meet you.”

He groaned in response.

“She will kill me.”

“She won’t kill you,” you replied as you opened the door. You were not looking up, or you would have seen both subjects of your conversation a few seconds earlier.

“Oh hello, Lux.”

Quicker than ever, he hid behind your legs, his face completely pressed against the folds of your blue dress.

“She can still see you, Lux,” you whispered to him, a hand pressed gently against his ginger hair. “I promise you she will do you no harm.”

“Stop putting words in my mouth, my Lady,” Rae replied, a sinister smile gracing her lips. You were not sure if the one gulping was you or Lux. Her expression was one of killing you would be the merciful course of action. “Now, come along, Lux, we have a lot to talk about.”

He looked at you and only let go of your dress when you nodded. For as much as Rae could be frightening, she meant no real harm. And although Lux addressed you as his mother, she was the one to take such a role since the very beginning. He placed his small hand between hers and the two of them trailed the corridors, leaving you and the General behind.

Not really sure of what to say to him — would a mere hello do? — you started following them, but stopped on your tracks when his commanding voice reached you.

“I did not give you permission to leave.”

You took a deep breath when he closed the door of the winter garden behind himself and motioned for you to sit. You did so, choosing the loveseat so he could not get near you.

After a few seconds passed by in silence — you thought them as hours; to be in his company for even a minute seemed like torture —, you cast an unsure glance at him, only to find him holding the book in his hands, a bored expression on his face.

You sighed.

He was so difficult to read. It is, except if he felt disgusted. That was an expression he did nothing to conceal. And at the very moment he did not seem very pleased with you.

“Is that how you intend on punishing him for his mistakes?”

You sighed again. How were you supposed to tell him that punishing a child not necessarily taught them anything besides fear and resentment?

Hate.

A feeling that he seemed well acquainted with.

Love… such a meaningless word.

Funny, because hate was so meaningful to him. And love and hate, although not direct opposites had such a thin line separating them…

Noticing that he was expecting you to say something, you shook your head and concentrated on the topic at hand. It would change nothing to mull over his affections — or lack thereof — for you.

“Believe it or not, it’s a very effective way to teach children wrong from right, my Lord.”

He kept his words to himself and closed the book, handing it back to you. Carefully, you reached out for it, not very keen on having any sort of physical contact with him.

A gasp left you when he enclosed both hands around your wrists and pulled you towards him. His nose was almost brushing yours and his breathing was so mixed with yours it was difficult to distinguish them.

“The boy needs to learn discipline.”

His eyes were narrowed, you could tell he was very displeased with the disarray Lux caused for the last two days. At first, pretending to have a strong stomachache, then complaining his throat was sore. It was all gone to waste as soon as Hux called a physician he trusted — for he did seem to think both you and Rae would ask for some healer nearby to lie, so the boy would get off the hook — and had the boy examined.

The verdict was quick and clear: his health was top notch. If any part of Lux was sick, it must be his tongue, filled with the poison of his lies.

“You are too soft on him.”

“He knows he did wrong.” You agreed with the General. Most of times you were too soft on Lux, but he was the one being too harsh with a four-year-old boy. “He even apologized.”

His nostrils flared.

Sometimes, you even thought that he could smell it when you lied. And probably, he had heard part of your conversation with Lux. Did he hear the boy saying he hated him?

Oh, crap!

“He won’t learn discipline if he is not punished.”

You shifted your wrists between his hands, forcing him to loosen his grip around you. You stepped away, indignantly.

“Is that how you intend on raising our children?”

Silence.

He gave you his back and walked towards the windows. It was still raining heavily outside and from the way in which thunders and lightening crossed the grayish sky, it was obvious it would not stop any sooner.

Funny, because the weather mimicked your feelings right now. You were furious, just like the tempest castigating the green scenery outside.

You braced the book, inhaling the scent of old paper to calm yourself. It was infuriating how he could make you lose your composure so quickly.

The man from the past — the man you loved, worshiped and adored — never stirred such feelings in you. In fact, besides the butterflies dancing in your stomach whenever he got too close or stole a kiss, you could not remember ever getting mad at him before.

When his answer came, it left you boiling with rage.

“How I intend on raising my heir is none of your business.”

You took a moment to reply. He would not make you raise your voice. You were better than that. You were a respectable Marquise, for God’s sake!

“Then I am giving you no heir whatsoever.”

“Excuse me?” He looked at you over his shoulder, his narrowed eyes did nothing to hide how offended he was.

You turned on your heels and headed for the door. You would not stay in the same room as his. You still had to get ready for that damned dinner of his and he would absolutely not ruin your night with his horrible, grumpy humor.

Not even daring to look at him, you replied; your lips tilted upwards in a victorious smirk.

“It’s exactly what you heard, my Lord. I will never lay with you again. Meaning, I’m not opening my legs to you… ever.”

You expected him to be dinner to be a boring event — if boring was a word that could be used to classify any event in the company of Rae Sloane — with Agent Terex as a guest.

And it was, for the first half hour. The four of you were in silence and you wondered why your husband offered the man the courtesy of a dinner if he would not engage in any sort of conversation. It was clear he lacked the proper etiquette to be sitting near you — and while you had no complains about how he drank his wine or ate his meat, you did have a problem with his wandering eyes.

Not for the first time you saw yourself sticking your fork to his grayish orbs. If not for Rae Sloane’s hand placed over your thigh under the table, you would have acted on your wishes.

Again, why did Hux ask such indecorous, disgusting old man to have dinner with you?

For God’s sake, he was old enough to be your father!

“Tell me again, Agent Terex…” Rae started, bringing her goblet to her lips. You mimicked her, but regretted it shortly after, you almost spilled all of its content on the man’s face. And that was the problem with round tables, everyone could easily see each other. “Tell us that story in which you fell from your horse in front of His Grace, the Duke of Wellington.”

You brought your napkin to your mouth; you certainly did not want to get caught laughing in the man’s face. Rae had no such qualms. She laughed a little and then busied herself with more of her wine. Slowly, when you were sure you would not burst into laughter, you looked at Lord Terex and then at your husband. Lord Hux had the telltales of a smirk; his lips were slightly tilted upwards.

It did not go unnoticed by Lord Terex. His eyes were now narrowed, his face a bit flushed with embarrassment and… anger?

Certainly, a man of his mien knew how good it was to laugh at himself…

…Or not.

“I heard you plan on being appointed by the King himself as Prime Minister, Lord Hux.”

Silence.

There was only silence for a moment as you looked at Armitage, waiting for his answer. He cleaned the sides of his mouth slowly, as if there was nothing of his concern in the world.

You looked at Rae.

By her blank and calm expression, you realized she already knew it. Of course she did. Of course he would tell her of his plans before he even thought about telling you.

Typical.

“You heard correctly, Agent Terex.” His voice was calm, toneless. He brought his goblet to his lips and sipped the wine unhurriedly. His icy eyes focused on you.

He sure did expect you to react like the spoiled child he said you were just yesterday.

You bit your bottom lip, controlling your urges to call him on his act. However great the impulse was, you knew that was not the time to demand explanations. Your marital problems were none of Agent Terex’s business.

Besides, it was obvious he was doing it deliberately. He wanted to create a rift between you.

You snorted.

As if he could…

As if there wasn’t a huge rift already between the two of you.

As if his silence for five fucking years did not do it already.

As if his behavior two nights prior and his heartless words did not expand this rift further.

You drank your wine and smiled sweetly at your hateful guest.

“In fact,” you started, placing your goblet back on the table. “we are moving back to London by the end of this week.” Hux was looking at you, his eyes showed a hint of… admiration? You shook such thoughts away and concentrated on the task at hand. “My husband can’t be appointed as Prime Minister if he isn’t around the King or even living in the Ton, don’t you think?”

“I guess not…” Agent Terex replied, his lips curved in a smirk. He even opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted by your husband.

Hux cleared his throat, indicating that dinner was over. As soon as you rose to your feet, the butler approached the door leading to the drawing room and opened it for you and Rae.

“A clever little thing she is…”

You cast a glance of your shoulder at Hux, only to find his eyes on you as he replied.

“Indeed, she is.”

Part of you thought that the glint in his bluish orbs was one of admiration, but the other part was still mad at him for his behavior earlier — and a few days prior — to give it — to give him — any credit.

It was some hours later in the night — a quarter past three, you guessed — when you entered his room, only to find it empty.

Your chambers were connected by a door that lead to each other’s room and to the dressing room. After trying for hours to get some sleep without success, you decided to go to him and pour your heart out.

Prime Minister…

You always knew he was a very ambitious man and he indeed had been irreproachable serving the Crown in the War, but to be a politician? Prime Minister none the less?

That was a bit too much, even for him…

As a General he may have come across all sorts of politics, but they all concerned the War. As Prime Minister War policies would seem child’s play. As naïve and inexperienced as you were, you understood more of the Ton policies than he believed. For starters, you doubted the King would name — or even consider — a bastard as his Prime Minister. And you were not sure the Ton would accept him either.

A sigh left you. What hurt the most was the fact he did not even think about telling you.

How did he expect your support if he told you nothing about it? Because even if he thought he could do it alone, it was crystal clear he couldn’t.

Not without you.

It did not matter your family was bankrupt when you got married — when your father finally admitted he needed the bastard’s help —, your name still had prestige in the Ton. And Armitage Hux would go nowhere without it.

You shook your head and sat on his bed.

Comfortable.

Huge.

Very huge.

Bigger than yours.

In fact, his entire room was better than yours. A bit too impersonal, true, but at least it was bigger than yours.

It did not seem fair that he got the better room when he spent so many years away.

Part of you thought — with some mischievousness and some thirst for revenge — that you could have transformed it into an extension of your dressing room; it was getting smaller by the day. You needed more space to keep all of your clothing anyways.

You shook your head.

As much as it would have been fun to have him getting mad because of his chambers, you did not want that room for yourself. You never did.

Not when it brought so many memories of your first night together. You caressed the linen of the sheets, recalling how you grabbed onto them as if your life depended on it as he brought you to unimaginable heights of pleasure.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Recalling that night always made you sad.

Not because of the night itself — no, it was perfect in every sense of the word —, but because of the morning that followed.

You woke up alone — no goodbye kiss, no word whatsoever —, with your father at the foot of the bed tossing you a dressing gown and telling you your husband had gone to War and would hopefully die there before he could even dream of having his title.

The pain of receiving such news was unbearable, but it could not compare to your father complaining how much of a fool you were for giving yourself to such a man so easily.

Now you are wasted. No respectable gentleman will ever want you, even if that prick is as good as dead.

You embraced both of your legs and placed your chin over your knees.

For days your father pestered you asking if you felt something — anything — different. He had to know in which level of stupidity you were currently. He feared that you were pregnant.

And for days you hoped you were; you even slept praying for all the known gods to bless you with his child. They had to listen to you. It was the only way your father would leave you alone.

They didn’t.

At first, when your moon menses did not come, you were sure you were pregnant. And you could not be happier. But after a few days when you woke up with cramps and your sheets were tinted red you were grateful you had not conceived — and for Rae’s company as well.

She held you in her arms — or you threw yourself at her and she did not push you away — as you cried. It was obvious she was not used to comfort anyone, and it became crystal clear when she broke the news: your father would have you removing the child, if your body did not do it alone.

From this day on, you did not know who you hated more. Your husband — for leaving you alone without a word — or your father — for hating your husband so much at the point of considering having his child removed.

You bit your bottom lip. You should not give it much thought. It was all in the past. Hux was alive — your father dead — and your father was wrong.

He died believing your husband had died in the War. He died believing you were a fool for loving such man.

In fact, he called you a fool so many times you started believing his words. And after Hux’s behavior, you would not say your father was wrong after all.

You were a fool.

Seconds became minutes and minutes transformed into hours. When you last realized, you were with your head buried in his pillow, inhaling his scent as you fell asleep.

It was hours later — or minutes? You had no idea —, with a slight movement at the end of the bed that you woke up.

You opened your eyes and did not recognize where you were. You looked up, but the room was immersed in darkness. The candles burned out completely and the sun was nowhere in the sky. In its place, only the navy-blue mantle, minus its moon and stars.

“Amirtage, is that you?”

When there was no answer, you tried again.

“Lux?”

There was a sharp intake of breath as you sat on the bed, now wide awake.

“I did not expect to see you here.” His voice reached you before his fingers did. You squealed as he pulled your legs, forcing you to lay on your back and climbed atop of you.

You breathed deeply through your nose, only to realize that he was closer than you imagined. It was almost impossible to measure the distance given how dark the entire chamber was.

Your fingers touched his shoulders, only to find it lacking appropriate clothing.

“Please, tell me you are not…” You bit your bottom lip and started running your foot along his calves. The lack of fabric covering that part of his body made your stomach churn. “naked.”

He gave you only silence.

You felt compelled to keep your search, your foot aiming high. Even if he wore no socks, he would probably have his breeches on, right? You did not even want to think about the alternative.

“Careful, (Y/N),” he placed a hand under your knee, preventing further movements from you. His thumb traced lazy circles over your calves, making you blush as you thought about the other day. You felt your cheeks reddening and looked away, even if he could not see you in the darkness.

His touch over you did not last more than a few seconds before he broke apart and lit the two candles.

Your first reaction was to check if he had his breeches on. He did. Then you breathed slowly — as if your life depended on it — and looked at his face. His hair was neatly combed and in spite of his lack of upper clothing, he looked as composed as ever.

You narrowed your eyes.

“Where were you?” you asked, not very keen on starting a discussion on why he did not have all his clothes on. You were the one to invade his privacy, after all.

His almost relaxed posture of before flew away. His shoulders tensed, and he straightened his back as he took a seat on the ottoman across the room.

Shaking your head, you climbed down his bed and headed to your room. You yawned, only now you realized how tired you were. Perhaps you should leave this conversation for tomorrow, when the two of you had your minds set straight.

He did not allow to go, however. He held your wrist and pulled you to him. You feel on his lap, sitting astride him; his legs between yours. Your hands held onto his nude shoulders and his moved to your hips, keeping you in place.

You drew in a sharp breath.

“Let me go.”

Silence.

As expected.

“Let me go,” you tried once again, a tired sigh leaving your lips as you tried to break free from his grasp. He tightened his hold around you. “What do you want?” you asked in a defeated voice.

Still, he remained in silence.

He was insufferable.

“Look, I am ti— you started, but your sentence ended in a gasp as he bestowed your throat with a brief kiss.

You widened your eyes as he moved his mouth southwards, gracing your clavicle with love bites and kisses. His hands were everywhere, under your slip, caressing your skin; over your hips, moving you sinfully against him.

A moan escaped your lips.

Ashamed, you closed your mouth and you placed your hands over his, trying to stop him. It only helped to further enhance the movements.

You could feel him through his breeches. And, Gods, he was hard… Twitching with need. You shifted your hips experimentally, grinding against him, and this time he was the one to inhale sharply.

He moved his mouth to yours, taking your lips in a demanding, lustful kiss. And it was with some sort of surprise that you felt and heard the fabric of your slip torn at your back, leaving your upper body naked to his appreciation.

Your nipples hardened almost instantly — you did not know if because of the arousal or the cool breeze entering the open windows. There was no time to voice your dissatisfaction for he chose that exact moment to close his lips around your left nipple, twirling his tongue and teeth around it.

A louder moan escaped you.

But very conscient of the occupants of the nearby rooms, you closed your lips, biting the inside of your cheeks.

The general leaned back more comfortably against the ottoman, forcing you to lay atop of him. His mouth returned to your breasts, this time capturing your right nipple between his teeth.

As his hands were both occupied with your hips, dictating your movements in that scandalous sex-simulation, you brought your fingers to your neglected breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between them.

He breathed hard and broke apart. A thread of saliva connected his lips and your skin. He rested his head against the ottoman, his otherwise kept, perfect hair, completely messed, falling over his forehead, as he watched as you pleasured yourself.

You could feel yourself getting closer and for a moment, all you wanted was to climax around him — with his cock deep buried inside you.

He too was closer. If the way he brought his hips up to meet yours and rubbed you harder against him was of any indication… Or even the dark color of his irises…

You bit your bottom lip and placed both of your hands over his chest for leverage. You threw your head back as the pleasure became stronger and your eyes closed out of their own volition.

Part of you expected him to kiss you as you came — as to muffle the sounds escaping your mouth —, but instead he brought both of his hands to your breasts, pinching your nipples without any mercy.

The pain, mixed with the mind-numbing pleasure had you coming with a high-pitched moan. Your legs trembled around his hips and if not for the considerable width of the ottoman, you probably would have fallen to the floor.

Your movements took a while to come down to a halt. And it seemed like hours had passed before you opened your eyes and looked at him.

The telltales of a smirk graced his features as he ran his fingers over your nude back.

You gasped.

Your hips ground against his once more and your entire body shuddered. You were too sensible after the orgasm, your senses in disarray. It took you a moment to notice his mouth moving, he was speaking something.

…watch you pleasure yourself.”

He rolled you on the ottoman, but instead of staying atop of you he moved to the floor. It was a mere glimpse, but you could see the evidence of his coming in his breeches. You barely had any time to feel proud of yourself, for he kneeled between your legs and started removing your undergarments.

Your face was now red crimson.

He wasn’t… was he?

“I want to taste you,” he whispered against the insides of your thighs, before he placed a small kiss to your hip. You were now completely naked; at his mercy.

And heavens, how you loved it.

He was good at this.

Too good.

Did he have any practice while he was away?

The very thought was a bucket of cold water to your senses. Instead of incoherent words and moaning as his tongue expertly stroked your clit, you found yourself holding him by his ginger hair and closing your thighs. “Let me go. We can have this conversation tomorrow.”

He looked at you. His eyes clouded with something akin to confusion. Need… Lust.

You shuddered.

“You came to me and I doubt you finally left your shelter for nothing.” The way he spoke shelter had you glaring at him. It was obvious he was referring to how you tended to Lux these past two days and spared him not a single a glance during this time.

“He is just a child. And he is jealous of you. Afraid you will take me away from him forever.”

There was silence for a moment.

He caressed the inside of your knee, but this time it did not spark a rush of feelings inside you. It was… calming.

That or his spell over you was completely broken now.

“He’s insecure, but he meant no harm. If you wish…” You took a moment to think over your next words, you were sure Lux would hate you for that. “He’ll come to you and apologize for faking illness these past two days.”

If he was a lesser man he would probably have snorted.

“The boy said he hates me.”

And who doesn’t? you felt like asking. But you knew that if you did you would be lying; you would be doing the same thing you condemned Lux this very afternoon.

Besides, if this man in front of you still had something to the man you worshiped in the past, he still had some insecurities regarding his upbringing and the lack of love in his family.

Before you could control yourself, you ran your fingers through his hair. His bluish eyes were intense, but soon he closed them and enjoyed your caress.

It was like a dream.

He had his hands on the small of your back, stroking you as well.

And even if the two of you were practically naked in front of each other — well, you were naked, for he still he had only his breeches on — it was in no way a sexual moment.

It was almost companionable.

You lowered your head to kiss him — on the lips or the face it did not matter, you just wanted to show him some affection —, your breath tickling his skin, mixing with his own, and then his words caught you off guard.

“Did I make you cry?” It came out as a whisper, with no trace of judgment whatsoever, but it still made you freeze.

You stopped caressing him and straightened your back.

His hands fell to his sides.

He stared at you.

You bit your bottom lip and left his warmth, putting some steps of distance between you. This time, he did nothing to stop you. He allowed you to go.

There was a moment of silence, as you decided whether to leave or to stay. You thought that you would get no sleep if you went to your room, so you gathered his shirt, neatly folded over an armchair close to a mirror, and covered yourself.

“When are we moving to London after all?”

Your question seemed to have caught him off guard, for he took some seconds to come up with a reply.

“As you stated before, by the end of this week.”

You took two steps closer to him.

“You should have told me.”

“It would change nothing,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone that you more than hated.

You could have asked how much it did change telling Rae about it, but you swallowed your words.

It would no do to show him how affected you were that he trusted Rae so much while he was not willing to give you the same benefit, even if you were his wife.

All your life you told yourself you refused to be a trophy wife and now you were exactly that.

For what was your use if not showing his companions — showing Lord Terex — that you were good at warming his bed and nothing more? And warming his bed you did that very night.

You bit the inside of your cheeks before you called him something you would regret later. Heartless bastard. You took a sharp intake of breath and sat on the loveseat across the room.

“It changes everything.”

He regarded you in silence, waiting for you to continue. Even if you knew almost nothing about the man in front of you — he had changed so much over the course of five years —, he seemed to know just about everything concerning you.

It was exasperating!

You wetted your lips and reunited your courage — for you would need it!

When a few seconds passed, and you said nothing, he left the bed and walked towards the anteroom. You could hear him pouring something for him — or for the two of you — and later his steps as he approached and handed you a glass with brandy.

“It changes everything because, my dear husband, if you want to be nominated for Prime Minister, you need me.”

He arched one eyebrow.

You smelled the drink and took it all in one gulp. It would give you some courage. It had to.

He was quiet throughout your discourse; his face blank. He nursed his brandy, sipping it lightly. When he returned his attention back to you, blue eyes as intense as ever, you gasped.

And found your courage.

It would be the last time Armitage Hux underestimated you.

You smiled sweetly at him as you continued, “Perhaps you don’t remember, but my father was a figure very close to the King himself…”

His eyes were narrowed.

His lips were pursed into a thin line.

You had reached him.

You had finally got some reaction from him.

Even if one of anger or disbelief — you could not precise which one you liked more. Both were very fitting — you had yanked some fucking reaction from him.

“Meaning, if I tell him you are not fit to be Prime Minister…”

He snorted.

“What you mean, my dear wife…” he stared, caressing the inside of your pulse. You did your best not to jerk away. “Is that my political career now lays in your hands.”

You nodded, feeling very confident.

“I would say it’s a clever move, if not foolish,” he whispered against your ear, trapping your earlobe between his teeth. You gasped this time, your nails deep buried in the armrests. “Lady Hux, you are playing a game you are bound to lose.”

Perhaps, you thought.

Instead of giving him any answer, you moved your head towards him, brushing your mouth against his. He licked your bottom lip, before he slithered his tongue inside your mouth. You could briefly taste yourself.

A moan escaped you.

For a moment, you let him dominate the kiss, your fingers caressing his neck and his ginger hair. Your left hand trailed his thighs. You stroked him through his breeches. Hard again. Ready to play. He inhaled sharply.

In your mind, all you could think was that if you lost, he lost was well.

That was a game played by two and the General was in for a great ride if he thought you quit so easily. If he expected to win, he better start playing by your rules.

A/N - And here you have it. I truly hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter. It’s one of my fav of this story. I’ll come back next Thursday with the next installment of ITGB. Sadly, there aren’t many posted on AO3.

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