The way a bomb loves a crowd

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Love at Wrong Sight Don't be so cynical: love at first sight definitely exists. What also exists is love at wrong sight. Both of you feel a spark, hearts a-flutter, magnetism in full force, all the tell-tale signs of an instant pull, so what's the problem? Well, there are some big problems. One of you could be taken, you could be on opposites sides of a battle or movement, you have a duty that conflicts with romance, this could be the wrong place at the absolute wrong time, the attraction could be forbidden, or any litany of pitfalls you can imagine could exist. Oh why oh why are you having this sudden swooning now? Here? It's no use denying you're in a pickle. The quandary is...will you avoid this flight of fancy or will affairs of the heart hit you square in the chest? HOW to PLAY Top level with your prefs and info. Reply to others and threeeeead.

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S'chn T'gai Spock | AOS | M/M

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[Can be compliant up to and including ST:B]

[thetisfortenacious]

[OOC: This meme kind of defines these two I think.]

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[Couldn't agree more. This is my first time rping on this site, so forgive any newbie mistakes. Did you have a thought for plot? I have a few prompts I could dust off, unless you have ideas?]

[thetisfortenacious]

[OOC: No worries, we were all new to Dreamwidth RP once~ I'm good with any prompts you might have.]

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[Cool. I will go and get one that I think fits here pretty well (I am normally on Omegle, not here). I can see that writing in prose is somewhat unusual here, but I don't quite understand the bracket thing, so I am just going to stick with prose, if that's alright]

[thetisfortenacious]

[OOC: Prose works for me!]

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[Sorry for the delay. It was really old and not up-to-date with the movies. I needed to polish it a bit. I also have the tendency for long prompt intros. Not an indication of my expectation for responses going forward]

It wasn't the first time that Jim had been injured. Nor, indeed, was it likely to be the last. In the last six months alone Spock could count at least twenty times that Jim had been harmed in the line of duty. If he extended that date range for the complete duration of their acquaintance, it would be in the low hundreds, certainly. Such a situation simply was not novel. Not for any Starfleet captain and certainly not for James Tiberius Kirk.

However, frequency did not come with an increasing ease. And after their most recent away mission and Jim's most recent injury, Spock had been forced to face that fact head-on. He'd been frozen. Standing dumb in the middle of the med bay as Doctor McCoy scrambled to save his captain's life. Standing when he should have been taking control of the ship. When he should have been acting as the First Officer he was and doing whatever needed to be done for the crew. But he hadn't. He'd fallen apart in the quietest, most Vulcan way possible, but he'd still fallen apart. And he didn't need to meditate on it long to know precisely why.

Which led him here. Right to Jim's door; the proper, front one. Not the internal one that connected their bathrooms. This was a formal meeting after all, not a nightly chess game. He needed to do this properly. So, with steel in his spine and a PADD clutched tight in his hand, he tilted his head up and pressed his finger into Jim's call-bell. Waiting for what might be the worst (and, hopefully last) confrontation they would ever have.

[thetisfortenacious]

It had been pointed out to him by multiple people (mostly Bones and Spock, though) that he'd get injured less if he stayed on the ship instead of going down almost every away mission, but what fun was that? Besides, he didn't want to be the kind of Captain who sat on the sidelines, safe, while his crew put themselves in danger. Of course, he knew it bothered both his CMO and First Officer that he was so willing to throw himself into any fray, particularly after that one time he'd sort of (definitely) died. The last time he'd found himself in the medbay, Bones told him Spock had just stood there, looking more than a bit lost, and while that was concerning, he'd been too busy to try to talk to Spock about the incident, see if he was okay (or as "okay" as a Vulcan could be). When his door buzzed then, he was in the middle of overflow paperwork detailing the death of a security crewman. Unpleasant, but he preferred to do the notices to family by himself. It was the least he could do, after all. Saving his progress, he set his PADD aside and leaned back, looking toward the door even as he called out, "Come."

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Spock paused for 11.45 seconds before actually opening the door and walking inside. He knew that because in all of those (nearly) twelve seconds, he had been asking himself over and over if he truly wanted to go through with this. But the answer remained the same. And so he walked through, into Jim's room and stood stock-still in the center of the room at parade rest. "Captain," he greeted, looking at the wall right beside his head instead of in the eye. "I have come to..." the PADD slipped in his hand, requiring a moment of pause to secure it, once more. He hadn't even noticed his hands were perspiring. Nerves. One of the human frailties he seemed inescapably bound to. "I have come to inform you of my intentions to secure a transfer. I have a list of preferable replacements for First Officer, although the decision will ultimately be at your discretion." His eyes met Jim's for a moment, then moved back to the wall as though afraid to stay for long. "I have the necessary forms downloaded to my PADD. I simply require your signature."

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"Spock," came the easy return greeting, though Jim was frowning faintly. They weren't on duty, and he was pretty sure he'd finally gotten Spock comfortable enough to drop the formalities when they were in private. Then there was the way Spock wasn't looking at him, which was never a good thing because it either meant he was seriously annoyed with him (like choke-him-over-a-console annoyed) or trying to hide something.

He stood from his desk, taking a few steps toward Spock only to still at the words secure a transfer. What...? His thoughts raced uncomfortably, frown deepening. Spock wanted a transfer? Why? Had something happened? Had he done something wrong? Licking suddenly dry lips, Jim shifted his weight, gaze trailing from Spock's face to the PADD clutched in his hand and back again.

"Why?"

He couldn't deny the twinge of panic at the thought of Spock not being by his side anymore; no more chess games or deep talks; no more teasing reactions from the usually stoic Vulcan and enjoying his dry, sassy humor; no more clandestine touches and lingering glances he knew he shouldn't be taking but stole anyway.

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[Quick question. How do you italicize?]

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Why. Spock's eyes shut as he avoided broadcasting on his face right then and there just why he needed to leave; that word alone broke something inside him that he hadn't even been aware was so fragile. His head turned, away from Jim. The PADD was extended toward the Captain with him not even looking in his direction. "It has...come to my attention that I am not performing to my full effectiveness on board the Enterprise," he said. It wasn't a lie. He couldn't lie. But this wasn't the full truth and he wasn't about to remedy that.

"I...recently became aware of certain missteps I have made in the fulfillment of my position as First Officer. Ones which cannot be remedied nor corrected as they pertain to this ship and her command staff. Therefore, it is the only logical alternative that I offer my resignation and allow a more qualified person to take my place."

Finally, he looks at Jim, his expression unreadable as only a Vulcan's can be in a moment like this. "It will be your instinct to argue and attempt to convince me to alter my plans. Do not make such an ill-use of your time when you should be recovering from your injuries; I have made my decision and am prepared to appeal to the admiralty, should you refuse."

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock (BBC) | ota

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Scorpius Malfoy | Harry Potter | m/m

[unyieldingebony]

[Story of his life really.]

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[whereagainst]

[ It wasn't that Albus tried to find trouble. It was that it always found him, and he never turned away from it. The friends he picked were abysmal and his math and science grades worse: he was surprisingly thoughtful in anything relating to literature or history, and those were the only instructors that ever really liked him, the ones that got to see a shadow of that spark in him.

For the most part though he hung out and skipped classes that didn't interest him; he got into more fights than he didn't and had even turned up more than once with a black eye or worse. Safe to say, he had a reputation. It hung in sharp contrast with his father's reputation; a local hero, he was well-liked all around.

Albus hated it.

Still, he was here on the first day of school, sitting in the back of his maths class looking like he would have tipped his seat back onto two legs if he could have. As it was he was slumped, barely on time, and already bored. ]

[unyieldingebony]

[Scorpius is on the complete opposite spectrum. A transfer student from France with top scores in all his classes, a perfect record of attendance, and not one disciplinary action on his file. A veritable teacher's pet.

Perhaps that need for perfection came from his family's well-known but never proven dark dealings. Although Scorpius had mostly lived and been schooled in France to try and spare him from the fallout of that history while his mother and father worked to circumvent it, his family was from England. He'd been born here. Yet it still felt like a foreign country to him.

He smoothed down his shirt nervously, though it was already impeccably pressed. A member of the student body had been tasked with giving him a tour and showing him to his classes for the day, which he was rather grateful for, but she'd already gone off to her own class and left him at the door. Steeling his nerves, he walked in and quietly introduced himself to the teacher.

He was almost immediately forced to stand in front of the rest of the class and repeat his introduction.]

Hello. My name is Scorpius Malfoy and I'm a transfer student from France. I look forward to making your acquaintances.

[His eyes caught on the boy slouched in the very back and it was like his heart skipped a beat. There was something utterly captivating about him. He didn't realize he'd been staring until the teacher pointed him to the one open desk in the room. In front of the boy he'd been ogling.]

[whereagainst]

[ France, huh. Albus was more than a little interested, but kept a disaffected look on his face for the duration of that little speech. He'd heard of the Malfoys but didn't think much of the entire thing: it was beyond him and if he was honest, he didn't care. However, for a family that was supposedly quite dark, this prim and proper blond wasn't exactly what he would have expected.

However, there was something intriguing about him: he let his eyes skate over him once and there was no way he couldn't catch the way the other boy had been looking at him. He was still slouched when Scorpius was instructed to sit in front of him, but there was a lazy grin in place suddenly, dark green eyes following his movements.

He waited for the lesson to begin in earnest before he leaned forward to murmur to him under the pretense of dropping a pen and having to move to pick it up. ]

The new student tours are shite. Let me show you around the actual interesting bits after class.

[ It was stupid, and reckless, but he sat back with a smug smile anyway. He figured Scorpius would probably say no: he'd said class rather than classes which meant they'd be skipping school after this.

He knew no goody-two-shoes would go for that. Still, it might be nice to get in on the ground floor before someone could swoop in and tell the new kid just how much of a womanizer and troublemaker the Potter kid was.

Hell, it was worth a shot. ]

[unyieldingebony]

[Oh god, had he noticed? That would be so embarrassing, a great way to start off his school year, really.

He'd been trying to pay attention to the lesson when the boy behind him leaned and offered to show him the "actual interesting bits" of the school. After class? Didn't he mean once all classes were done for the day?

Was he suggesting they skip their classes? Surely not.

Still, getting some clarification wouldn't be a bad thing, right? Normally Scorpius was not one to pass notes during a lecture but... well, he was pretty cute. He wrote his note down on a spare sheet of paper and subtly passed it back when the teacher wasn't looking. Normally it wouldn't have taken so long, but writing in English was going to take some adjusting to. His script was small, neat, and even, with enough of a flourish that it didn't look like a computer had printed it.]

I would be interested in your version of a tour. My last class of the day is in room 103. Could you meet me there?

[whereagainst]

[ Even though Albus had noticed, it hadn't put him off at all. No, it just made him more interesting: if he hadn't been interested in Albus at all, what would the point be?

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he read the note, scowling slightly. If he waited that long there would be plenty of time for people to tell him to stay away. Ah well. He could try it anyway: the worst that could happen was Scorpius wouldn't want to be seen with him. That was fine.

Except it wasn't.

Still, he scrawled his own note in response, handwriting sprawling and messy just like him. He waited until the end of class to give it to him, slipping it onto the flat surface of his desk smoothly as he walked past toward the door.

i meant after this, but i'm willing to wait until after school to show you around. see you then.

albus.

He made sure to make a beeline out of the classroom though, not waiting to see his response. ]

[unyieldingebony]

[Well, he knew the boy's name now, at least. And that he'd fully intended for them to skip class.

It only took the most minimal sleuthing to find out that Albus had a bit of a reputation, and not a good one. In fact, everyone he'd spoken to about the other teen had told him to not get involved with him, except for a redheaded girl named Rose who was, he'd learned, his cousin.

Even with all of that, he just couldn't justify not even giving Albus a chance, though. Or at least, that's what he told himself as he waited outside room 103 after school, books hugged to his chest.]

[whereagainst]

[ In retrospect, he supposed he should have pretended like he'd meant after school all along. But what was done was done, and at break Rose came up and told him that someone'd been asking about him.

It made him grin, just a little, and they'd spent some time together just chatting. She was a great student too, and most people couldn't figure out why she spent so much time with her unruly cousin. It was fine by him.

Still, he was almost nervous going to meet Scorpius outside his classroom. He licked his lips while he was still out of sight to wet them, placing that same lazy smile that he'd worn this morning back in place. He was actually a little startled to see the other boy still there and it showed in his eyes, though he shoved his hands in his pockets as he approached. He didn't have anything with him, which was probably unsurprising. ]

Didn't expect to actually see you. Have a good first day?

[unyieldingebony]

[Those eyes... Scorpius felt in danger of getting lost in them, especially when they were looking at him like that, as though shocked he was there at all. It was a little at odds with his self-assured posture, as though he hadn't a care in the world.

Scorpius shifted his grip on his books, his smile a little shy.]

Yes. [Mostly. He'd been given a little grief over his family's name, and a little more over being a transfer from France. His accent wasn't heavy enough as to make him difficult to understand, but it was certainly present.] Why would you not? I asked you to meet me here.

[whereagainst]

[ Well, Albus clearly didn't care about his name. His eyes shuttered back to calm and collected after that first brief moment, and he seemed intent on not letting it happen again.

Still, he listens to what Scorpius says, nodding. Then his grin widens, looking for all the world more self-assured than he actually felt. ]

Talked to Rosie a bit over break, figured she couldn't be the only one you might've talked to over the day. See, she's only got nice things to say about me, but she'd be the only one. Y'know, family and all.

[ There was a ring of truth in it too: he really had realized that other people would talk badly about him, that he had a bad reputation. ] Nice to see you're finding out for yourself, though.

[unyieldingebony]

[That emotion closing off in Albus' eyes was extremely familiar-- god knew he'd seen it in the mirror enough times. It just made Albus all the more intriguing to him.]

I did hear many things of a varying sort, but I'm not one to rely on anecdotal evidence. I prefer to draw my own conclusions.

EOBARD!WELLS | THE FLASH: S1 | OTA

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