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The way a bomb loves a crowd

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?

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[this is so much my jam]

[Simon was born for a meme like this.]

[ Come at me! All the cross-canon or AUs. ]

[ major cross canon crack with these two? ]

[ Sure, go for it! I love Jessica. I'll follow your lead.]

She had been in strange places before. And she had been stuck in bad spots before. But being stranded out in space? That was a fucking new one and she wasn't too thrilled about it.

She couldn't even say how she got out here, in this floating heap of junk. Her feet had definitely been on Earth just a few minutes ago. At first, she thought someone had knocked her out and she was having some really weird dream but everything was a bit too real for her taste. She had first thought she had been zipped into some ventilation system in the building. Everything was old metal and bolts. Save for the large glass window she'd found with Earth staring up at her. Except it wasn't as blue as she would've thought, more brownish and all the countries looked wrong. Not Earth? Guess she'd been sent farther than she thought.

That had been trippy.

So. Space. Somewhere. On a ship. She hadn't dressed for this.

It was Luke who sensed her presence aboard the Millennium Falcon, first.

Of course his sister wasn't aboard and neither Han nor Chewie were Force sensitive. Still, he wouldn't have been surprised if his old friend had sensed something was wrong. After all, he had a sixth sense when it came to the old ship. And he definitely wouldn't have taken too kindly to her being called a 'floating heap of junk.'

Luke almost told Han there was someone else on the ship, but instead he decided it was best he didn't share it with the captain just yet. He didn't understand it himself, after all, and he didn't want a wookie and a disgruntled smuggler scaring someone and causing panic on the ship. So he excused himself, claiming he needed to meditate in another part of the ship for a while. By this time in their friendship, Han didn't question quite so many aspects of his Jedi training. Though it occurred to Luke on a bittersweet note that perhaps he was no longer training, now that his teachers were both gone.

There were more important things to worry about, namely the young woman whom he sensed wasn't so much scared as bewildered. Unhappy, even, as if ending up on the ship hadn't been her plan. But that was all he got - Luke was still learning to wield the Force and reach out to search others' thoughts and feelings. He also still held to certain morals, for what if a person didn't actually want their thoughts and feelings to be invaded?

When he turned the corner to approach the dark-haired woman he did so slowly, his expression calm. Nothing about his mannerisms should have shouted out hostility toward her. Even so, he spoke up in a similarly calm manner, his voice almost carrying a kind of wisdom and world-weariness for someone still so young.

"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," he began, holding his hands up just in case, "I just want to understand why you're here."

Something about her struck him as curious - aside from the obvious question of her being there. Who was she?

Space. Stars. Galaxies. Planets.

Yeah, she had to be dreaming.

One metal hallway lead to another and then to another. A few were different. Like the floor turned into grates at some point and she was sure there was something steaming coming out of one hall and what was that faraway sound she heard? It was something that reminded her of a bear. Was there a bear? In space? Maybe this was someone's idea of a joke.

Or Kilgrave was back.

It was always a nightmare of her's, a constant blur that chased her whenever she closed her eyes. Logic would say that there was no way a dead man could come back to life. But then, logic would also say that a girl couldn't lift a car and yet she'd done that plenty of times. Sooo logic was off the table here. She was ready to believe anything.

Except someone who looked like a space cowboy coming around the corner. What was with that haircut? She snorted. Did it look like she was worried about getting hurt? Maybe being sucked out into space ...

"Who the fuck are you?" Jessica swiveled on the heel of her boot and jerking her chin towards him. He looked about as confused as she felt. "Where am I?" The next question was shot out in a demanding tone, one that was used to being answered. "Also, since we're in the mood for a little q&a, was that a bear I heard? Please tell me that was your stomach."

[Would you be interested in cross-canon with Pyrrha here?]

((Moonchild! *squee* If you dont mind crossover/au, Inari's half succubus, who can't be with anyone romantically/sexually or she might kill them (unless it is mutual true love), so falling in love with a vampire would be all kinds of conflicting for her. But her bubbly personality could also be an interesting counterpart to his melancholy, I think.))

((Sure! Sounds interesting. Care to start us off?))

Ever since she'd found out what she was--the family secret that her father had been hiding--Inari had felt lost. Unsure of herself. On the one hand, she could have incredible powers, and virtual immortality. On the other, it all came at the cost of feeding on the life force of others for the rest of her unnatural life.

She'd left home, needing to put some distance between herself and he family that had lied to her for all her life, and along the way to finding her own identity, she met Kei. At first, he seemed to keep his distance, but even so, Inari never felt quite so alone when Kei was around. Maybe because they had more in common than she initially realized.

Kei didn't open up to others easily. It was a slow processes. He watched those he cared about give up their immortal life or die at the cruel hand of mortality. Each loss cut out a little bit of him until his loneliness became something he could drown in. He wasn't sure if Inari was different or not but he enjoyed the time's when they spoke.

As always he met her at night though his greets were usually quite hello's waiting for her to initiate speaking. A cigarette rested lightly between his lips as the sweet scents of smoke filled his senses, masking the scents from the city. His thumb and point pinch the end of the bud flicking the embers into the dark.

"Are you staying?"

Inari never had a problem starting conversations. The trick was getting her to shut up once she started. She was learning, though, that not all silence needed to be filled with words. Sometimes it was just being present in the moment that was important.

She watched him smoke, quietly observing his body language--caught in the balance between empathy and hunger. Craving connection, but holding back for fear of what lurked inside herself. Wishing life were simpler.

"Are you asking me to stay?"

Kei exhaled a slow breath before rolling his shoulder in an uncertain shrug. His gaze remained forward before flicking the bud into the dirt in front of them. It dulled his senses enough, he rarely finished a cigarette unless he was bored.

"I won't ever tell you what to do." His voice was low as he turned to look back at her. He did want her to stay, a small part of him that hoped that maybe his cursed loneliness didn't have to be forever. He knew it was stupid to entertain the thought but it slipped beneath his barriers and rooted inside of him without his consent.

"Asking and telling are two different things," Inari answered softly. But she knew that shrug. It looked so noncommittal-almost detached--but Inari sensed a well of desire and uncertainty beneath the casual gesture. She could relate to that feeling so much.

She knew she was in a precarious position, but she decided to go a little farther out on that limb. "I like it here. With you."

Kei stared at her, his expression unchanged though his eyes were thoughtful. He wondered if she really meant to stay. If she really meant for it to sound like he was the reason she was staying. He wasn't sure that she'd accept his true nature and he was suddenly nervous about her finding out. It hadn't always gone well.

He hummed softly before speaking. "Do you? So if I wasn't here, you wouldn't stay." He watched her reaction wondering how she might reply. Would it be silly for him to want to know for sure?

Was it even a good idea?

Inari nodded, chewing pensively on her bottom lip. She felt like she had butterflies in her stomach enough for both of them. She may have told him a little bit about herself, and why she'd left home, but not everything. She was still afraid of hurting him if she let herself get too close. But she already knew she'd miss him if she left.

"I don't know where I'd be," she said, "but I don't think it would be the same without you."

Kei could relate to hurting those around him. It was a product of what he was and he knew, the closer they grew, the more likely she’d get hurt. He didn’t want that and yet he knew that he could never tell her to leave. Everything he was contradicted itself. He was alone and wanted to be alone and yet that loneliness threatened to crush him. He wanted to be close to people, to her, but his other nature would rise up and listen to the steady drum of her heartbeat as if it was an alluring song to pull him in.

His eyes remained even with hers as she spoke, his expression carefully measured. Hope might have reflected in his dark eyes but it wasn’t clearly noticeable. "You want to stay with me?" He asked in a low whisper. It was the only volume he could reach without his words trembling.

"Yes."

Her own answer was just as quiet, spoken with more breath than voice. Kei's eyes held her as if he were searching her very soul, and the surge of hope she felt within herself was so strong that she could almost forget her fears.

"I want to stay with you. You...make the nights feel a little less empty."

He felt a small smile tug at his lips that he couldn't stop. He continued to watch her, leaning forward as if to inhale her scent. His eyes glance down towards her neck, hearing the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

"I'm used to being alone." His tone suggested that he didn't like it.

Kei liked his lips as he continued. "What if it isn't safe with me?"

Kei's smile was like moonlight shining through a cloud. Inari followed his gaze, mixed emotions stirring as she watched him lick his lips. Nerous energy twitching at her figertips. A rush of warmth in her belly. Her heartbeat racing, and a feeling of buoyancy in her chest.

She recognized the longing for companionship in his voice. She felt it, like an ache deeper than any hunger.

She almost laughed. Little did they know that he was probably one of the safest people she could be around, in a city full of gangs and wild nightlife. She leaned in a little closer, and this time it was her turn to stare into his soul. If she let the hunger rise, he might see her eyes glow like twin moons of her own.

"What if it's not safe with me?"

"I highly doubt that."

He watched her for a long moment, tasting her breath as she inched closer. Her pulse rang out in his ears and he felt himself lost to the sound of it. He wanted to move closer but he feared what control he had. He hadn't been this close to someone in a very long time.

"Why do you think so?"

Inari couldn't remember the last time she'd been so close to someone. She'd literally blacked out the first time she'd kissed a man, and had no recollection of what had happened. Just that she'd been very confused as to what she was doing in his room. Luckily, circumstances had prevented her from causing any permanent harm, but next time might not be so lucky.

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling when she finally answered the question. "Because I'm not...normal." There. She said it. Her next words tumbled out in a rush. "My father wasn't human."

Her eyes said please don't hate me.

Kei didn't react to her news. He simply continued to watch her with a calm passive gaze and as he replied he kept his gaze locked with hers.

"I assumed." There was something different about her; he could tell though Kei never knew what it was. It was something that made her stick out like the faintest trace of perfume that clung to her skin.

There was a long moment of silence before Kei spoke again. "I'm not human." He was a monster.

"That's why you only come out at night, isn't it?" Inari asked, the pieces falling into place. He didn't say it, but she thought she could guess what he was. And strangely enough, she felt more relieved than surprised. "You seem different than the vampires I encountered in Chicago."

For starters, he hadn't tried to kill her. Even if he did sometimes get that hungry look.

It probably said a lot about her own inner monster that she kind of liked it when he looked at her like that.

Kei rolled his shoulders in what he hoped to pass as an easy shrug. His eyes however never left hers and now, more so than ever, they reflected his desires both good and bad. "Most aren't like me."

He didn't let his demon control him. He feed off of those he considered evil though sometimes he wondered if he was turning evil in return.

"And what about you?"

"No, I expect not." Inari watched him, and she recognized the struggle in his eyes. It was the same shadow that haunted her, and her brother, and others she knew who lived in the shadows. But shadows weren't always evil. Evil wouldn't care how it got fed, or who it harmed in the process. As long as they still worried about turning evil, it meant there was still some good left inside them.

Right?

"Succubus," she said, her pale face flushing as she glanced away at last. "I guess that makes us quite the pair."

"And how would that effect me?" He couldn't help but ask as she flushed and turned away. He could see the blood rushing to her face as his fingers lightly positioned themselves beneath her chin and moved her face so she'd been looking back at him.

"If I kissed you."

Inari gulped in response to Kei's question. She licked her lips as she stared back at him, her heart pounding. She wanted to do more than just kiss him, but that sounded like a good place to start.

"I could drain your energy. Your life force," she said. She was trying to remind herself why she she ought to keep her distance as much as to explain her situation to her friend. It might not kill him as quickly as it could kill a human--he was probably strong enough, and fast enough to resist her, even fight her off of he had to--but it might weaken him. Make him hungry. Conversely, if he attacked her, it would likely have a similar effect.

Then again, maybe they could satisfy each other's hunger without causing any real harm. "I don't know what will happen."

Kei didn't know what would happen either and as dangerous as it might be he didn't care. He never put much value in his own life and that wasn't a habit that easily broke.

He leaned a little closer as if to draw Inari in. His voice was deep and soft while his gaze searched hers for some indication of what she wanted. "Do you want to find out?"

Inari felt a frisson of desire run through her body as Kei's voice warmed, and gave her chills. "Yes," she whispered, nodding gently so as not to pull away from his touch. "More than anything." She lifted her face toward his, her lips parting in anticipation. She might be staring into the unknown, but there was no one else with whom she wanted to discover it.

Kei felt himself smile as he leaned closer. His movements were slow and it'd be obvious to Inari that he didn't do this often. His lips lightly brushed against hers before he pressed his lips firmly against hers.

Inari was not particularly well practiced, either, but where experience left off, instinct took over. Hunger rose as Kei sealed his lips against hers, not for blood but for the pleasures of the flesh. She twined her fingers in his hair, maneuvering her body closer to his as she kissed him more deeply: passion, lust, and avarice all tangled on her tongue. The demon in her craved the chemicals reaction, tasted his desire and sought to draw him in. But the human side offered trust, compassion, and affection for someone who had shared a similar struggle.

She didn't know which side would win out, or if it even mattered anymore. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him.

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[ i'll go with any canon point in the movies! message me if questions! ]

[ how about something post RotJ? but not long after, maybe even right after the battle of endor. ]

[ it's perfect. she won't take kindly to the whole 'Force' but this'll be fun! ]

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Kei | Moon Child

Re: Kei | Moon Child

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Lmk if this works/feel free to elaborate

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