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The Highly Inappropriate Sexual Tension Meme

Touches. Glances. Sides brushing, so close to each other. The moment is, most likely, quite, subdued, and calm. Or it could be loud and full of life, right in the middle of a vivacious party. Yet, no matter the case, your blood is pumping - no, nearly boiling with the passion bubbling between you and your companion.

Unfortunately, this sexual tension is completely and absolutely out of line. Whether it be the place, the time, your relationship with the person (be that literal relation or power difference, age difference, experience difference, and so on), your own lack of knowledge, or personal convictions, you should not act on any building desires.

But here's the thing about tension: it builds. It builds, and it builds, until...

Well, even subtlety can come to an inappropriate head.

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This meme isn't for smut, though smut is allowed. What it is for is the delicious, anticipatory build up and the dances people can do to deny attraction. Foreplay, especially creative foreplay, is encouraged.
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[Open to some crosscanon hijinks? Maybe say, Nat doing the SHIELD thing and investigating some new crisis in Beacon Hills and amidst all the chaos wildly inappropriate attraction happens, and such.]

Edited 2017-03-16 02:30 (UTC)

[My kingdom for a Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, Axel or Marluxias sorely wanted, this go-round? Assume sexually inexperienced Schemer, and I can play him as early on in his Nobody years as you're comfortable with, but as for who's the on being manipulated here, exactly... well, that may as well run in both directions.]

[Looks like you're aiming to play specifically Zexion, but I'll just throw this seed out here, because the meme made me think of it: Ienzo and Terra, post-everything. Especially if Zexion had a thing for/with Xemnas.]

[ SLAMS DOWN HANDS

nah I can totally be game for this, gimmie onnnne sec to cobble together a starter! ]

They are saying, this time, that it is Happily Ever After for good... that darkness has been defeated, and the worlds are at long last safe from Xehanort's long and treacherous shadow, the scourge of heartless, the machinations of Malficent and her villainous set. That the keybearers of light were triumphant, and their battle hard-won.

Ienzo is a little skeptical, but then he has spent a great deal of his time lately, anxious that they're not all out of the woods yet. Despite Merlin's reassurances that Sora and his friends have emerged victorious, the illusionist has decided he won't even let himself fully believe it till he has seen them all with his own eyes.

Last time Riku had visited with Kairi- Well, they'd spoken about it, but there had been plenty of unresolved friction, also. It meant that Lea might be coming home for good now, too, wearing the laurels of a hero like the others. How... inconveniencing.

There is to be a reception, a party in their honor, and something like a ceremonial reinstallation of the Captial of Light. Nothing too formal, for even the Mouse King visitor insists on considering them all his friends. The thought's a little embarassing, and the restoration committee pulls out all the stops anyway.

Work is easy to throw himself into, and Radiant Garden is never lacking in chores to take care of. It's still not comfortable, calling this place home again, but when Aerith's flowerbeds come up and some of the stonework is finished in the courtyards, the restoration almost looks convincingly like the worst of their mistakes have been smoothed over.

The basements take longer to clean up, seal up. Aeleus, perhaps out of some shred of mercy, had urged him to focus on more of the external veneer of the kingdom. Master Ansem, he supposes, might have even been proud of the new coat of paint it seems to wear now. Cid's a grouch to collaborate with too, but the new digital systems have never seen sharper coding. It's come along... nicely, even all four shamefaced apprentices might venture to admit it.

Ienzo's emotions have been a bit harder to teach himself how to manage. He tries remembering Xehanort with as litle fondness as possible, without letting his new heart hate, and that's a difficult balance to master. He tries to move forward, and dodge conversations that resolve in feeling sorry for himself, or that he doesn't deserve to sit on the good side of this outcome, a little worse for wear but whole and promising. He's determinedly presentable, when the keybearers arrive, and the others somehow thrust him into the role of doing most of the talking on behalf of his peers- even if their guilty stewardship of the castle shouldn't really make Ienzo any kind of ambassador.

It's all the same, but different.

Despite himself, Terra quirks a smile at his own thinking. Radiant Garden carries the burden of being a place remembered by various ... aspects of Xehanort, most of which are reflected back on him, with his ties to the dark. The side effect is having unusual clarity with those memories, even with the distance of years and ... well, not being the one in control beyond his first visit to the world.

The flowerbeds and paint are newer, and the construction jobs not quite as polished as the buildings they were replacing. There are less children running down the streets, though he imagines that will change now that things can finally calm down.

Finally. He notices Aqua looking at him as they walk up to the castle together, her own smile hopeful, and manages to quash a guilty feeling that shoots through him. It had been difficult to be positive after finally escaping Xehanort's clutches; he'd lost more than ten years to his schemes and gained too many things he had to sort out in the aftermath. Memories and sensations across different "lifetimes," some mercifully vague and others not so much.

She must have seen his smile as a good thing. He wasn't really sure it was.

Ven still chatters good-naturedly to him despite everything, but he knows the other Keyblade wielders still look at him warily. It's the resemblance to Ansem, to Xemnas, to Xehanort that gives most of them pause, and his own awkwardness doesn't do him any favors when they finally muster up the courage to socialize. The worst had probably been Lea, a touch too irreverent and quick to backpedal with too-fake laughter.

And here they all are, invited to celebrate in a castle that will undoubtedly make things awkward for him. Just the sight of Ansem the Wise's former apprentices, two of whom are garbed in those familiar white coats, brings garbled memories to the surface--mostly indistinct, confused feelings from an amnesiac's mind.

...Yeah. Just smile uncomfortably and get through the day.

The trio of new keybearers- he'd heard plenty about them already, from one whispered down piece of news or another, the way they were connected to the complicated tangle of Xehanort's past.

Xehanort's past. And here it was at long last right on their doorstep, the answers to those prominent questions which had eclipsed every other priority of his youth. Who was he, how did he get here, where did he come from? Why did he look so different? Why was he so visionary in his thinking, so clever, so iconoclastic to Radiant Garden's way of thinking, in so many ways? Questions that ultimately drove them to seek the wisdom hidden in darkness, yet continued to plague the schemer so intrigued by his Superior for so long, without ever finding satisfying answers.

When they'd resurfaced, so had memories of Ventus, a boy who looked almost identical to Roxas, and a strange, brief precusor to the Xehanort incident which Ienzo had all but forgotten about over the years. When he saw the boy beside the others, when he felt Even give a startle of recognition, it felt a little like a fog was finally lifting.

Except Even hadn't startled at the boy.

Ienzo's eyes fell on the tallest of them, and felt his heart sieze up, his lungs swelling involuntarily. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing at the knot in his ascot, which he'd tied and re-tied too tight. Hastening to loosen at the knot with his fingers, a strange, numb heat crawling into his cheeks beneath the bangs, he tried to draw himself up at respectable height and desperately try to pretend that it was his first time meeting this new person.

His hair was wrong. His eyes, all wrong, his skin a few shades off, and yet, and yet...

"Welcome!" He called out too early at their approach, dry-mouthed, forcing himself forward a step or two, before Even could take point and make a tempermental fool of himself. "Master Aqua," His shoulders made a deferential, hunching sort of bow in the woman's direction, first. "Ventus... Terra?" His mouth had already practiced at forming their names, but staring wide-eyed at both of them it seemed heavy and clunky on his tongue, all wrong. Misshapen, and worst of all questioning truth in a way that sounded a little more like a plea. "...To Radiant Garden."

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