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The Colours of Passion Meme

Colours of Passion Meme
1. Post a comment with your character's name and canon in the subject line. Be sure to note in the comment or subject if there's anything you're not comfortable with -- this meme may have triggers.
2. Roll 1-8 to get a color, then 1-5 to get a scene. RNG
3. ???
4. Profit!

1 - GRAY - FIRSTS

1 - First Kiss - Is there anything sweeter?
2 - First Date - Are you super awkward and nervous or getting on like a house on fire?
3 - First Meeting - Dropped your groceries? Bump into them on the subway? Party? Fender bender? The options are endless!
4 - First Time - A little awkward, a little exciting, always memorable. Unless you had to get drunk to get up the nerve.
5 - Hey, can we try... - You've been together, or at least doing it, for awhile, but one of you wants to try something new.

2 - RED - PASSION

1 - Aphrodisiac - Is that cinnamon you smell? And why can't you keep your hands off each other?
2 - Exhibitionism - Maybe you have an audience. Maybe it's just a camera. Maybe you enjoy watching your lover touch themselves. Someone's putting on a show, either way.
3 - Chicken/"Too Hot" - How far can you go without flinching?
4 - Unusual Place - You know you should wait to get to a bed, but you just can't. You need it right here, right now.
5 - Take It Slow - Tonight, you're going to take it slow and savor every moment.

3 - ORANGE - HATE

1 - Rivals - Romantic rivals, school rivals, coworkers? Or maybe you're the hero and the villain of the story.
2 - Cheating - One of you is cheating on your significant other. You don't necessarily want to, but they make it hard to say no...
3 - Fight Sex - Was it a real fight or just a spar? Either way, it's got your blood pumping.
4 - Revenge - Usually best served cold...but in this case, it's best served hot, hard, and as many times as possible.
5 - Deception - One of you is not what they seem to be.

4 - YELLOW - HAPPY

1 - Childhood Sweethearts – You've loved them what seems like forever, ever since you were little.
2 - Wedding Night – Have fun, newlyweds! Maybe one of you cut off the sex a couple months ago, just for tonight to be extra special.
3 - With nature – In a forest or a field, how could you not be happy with the sun or moon shining down and the beauty of nature around you?
4 - Waking Up – Fluffy, sleepy, giggly morning sex.
5 - Protected/safe – You always feel safe with them. How can you thank them?

5 - GREEN - BAD ROMANCE

1 - Codependent – One or both of you needs the other an unhealthy amount, and you're desperate to show them how much.
2 - Abuse – You know you can't stay, but you simply can't go.
3 - Reclaim – Your lover's been cheating. It's time to show them who they belong to.
4 - Incest – How can it be so wrong and feel so right?
5 - Prostitution – Every pro's got that one client who thinks they're your boyfriend or girlfriend.

6 - BLUE - ANGST

1 - One For The Road – You're breaking up, but they deserve a goodbye.
2 - One Night Stand – Looking for love in all the wrong places?
3 - Hurt/comfort – Something bad has happened, and sometimes the best thing is just to forget for awhile.
4 - Losing You – You're slow dancing in a burning room. It's just a matter of time before you break up, and you know you're falling apart...but you can cling to that last spark as long as you've got it.
5 - Exes – for old times' sake, yeah?

7 - PURPLE - DUB/NON-CON

1 - Power Imbalance – Master/slave, boss/employee, teacher/student, commander/soldier? One of you has all the power here.
2 - Blackmail – Is it just your reputation in danger or is there an actual physical threat? Do it or else.
3 - Mind control – Hypnotism or straight-up psychic manipulation, one of you couldn't say no if you wanted to.
4 - Prison – Resist or give in, you're about to become a bitch either way.
5 - Roofies – Maybe it's roofies, or a strong aphrodisiac, or just getting them really drunk, but you've got some assistance from the chemical corner.

8 - BLACK - KINK/OTHER

1 - Breathplay – Choking, noose, or a plastic bag over the head, lack of oxygen can make everything...heightened.
2 - Shibari – Also known as japanese rope bondage, it does make a pretty picture.
3 - Pain – It can be the perfect spice for pleasure.
4 - Foreign Objects – Toys, vegetables, there's plenty of things to stick in there other than a dick.
5 - Unusual Acts – When's the last time a straight couple had anal or a gay couple avoided penetration? Anything other than the usual combinations!

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It was difficult to get his mind back on his project after he'd disconnected the feed to Theta. Charles did not require the use of his telepathy to be able to understand that the man was furious, in a way that he had not yet experienced before in their friend.

Well that was not entirely true. He had experienced it, back in Silent Hill, in the other world when he's faced the dark sickness that was 'Harold Saxon'. Having a stark reminder that Theta still harbored that side of his personality, even here on the Charon, well it was a bit of a shock.

Enough of one that when combined with the aches and bruises the telepath was enjoying courtesy of what to have been the most ill-conceived decision he'd been a part of, Charles finally gave up on working at the bench. He needed to sit someplace that gave gentle support to aching limbs. Decamping to the chair that was loosely labeled as 'his' Charles groaned as he leaned back into the cushions, his expression settling into a frown as he pondered what had been done to his friend.

Theta's path back to the Doctor's shop had been a slow and circuitous one. Running into anyone when on the edge of a rage wasn't the best time to try to hold meaningful conversations. The cold and dark pathways of the Charon weren't as soothing as the TARDIS' had been, but they served their purpose. By the time he arrived at the Doctor's containers, Theta had calmed down enough to believe he wouldn't say or do the wrong thing.

"Charles?"

Spoken words were rare these days. He didn't bother with it, not wanting to talk to anyone. It was a pity Charles had never met the Tenth regeneration or had a view of what he had been when in a solid sulk. This would have all made sense then. Romana was here, a potential danger for him or merely a source that might look on him with real disgust despite his memories of her. The human TARDIS. He had heard Sarah Jane might be about too. The last wasn't bad at all, but that news had been marred by someone destroying his things and stealing some of what they didn't. It was an invasion, a disruption of a place he considered 'safe'.

Heading deeper into the container, he smiled a little at the sight of Charles in his chair. He stayed there for a time, watching without moving closer.

"Rough day?" he asked finally.

Truthfully, it was one of the first times Charles had had a chance to sit down and really think upon what he'd witnessed in Theta's Other World. The two images of Theta, himself and Wesley as well as what he had to imagine was the other Doctors.

Psychology was something of a pet project of Charles' for obvious reasons. There had been enough times in his youth when he'd wondered if he was going mad or would go mad under the strain of his telepathy. Learning how the mind worked had been a necessity of survival.

Though of course it was the human mind, not the Time Lord.

Lost in his thoughts, he missed the other man's approach until Theta spoke, Charles head came up and a welcoming smile touched his features.

"Theta. You're back," he said, stating the obvious but who knew how long the metacrisis could have wandered the ship. For an enclosed space, there were plenty of nooks and crannies to hide in, for days if one wished.

Slowly levering himself up out of the chair, Charles winced.

"That was a couple of days ago, my friend," when he'd gone flying through the air and up on the deck. "Nothing to note."

Perched, at the edge of his seat, Charles looked up at Theta with worried eyes, his brows pinching slightly. "How are you?"

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Sorin was doubtful of the strange box at first, the thing which Theta had been keeping such a careful eye on and growing in the privacy of a an unused wing in the manor. But while he had been curious (though enjoying the mystery surrounding it all as well; he could have easily gotten in to see for himself what was happening in there, but the surprise was something of a novelty in his life now) he hadn't pictured the little piece of coral to grow into a box that seemed entirely unremarkable.

Until he had stepped through the door, that was. Inside was nothing as he'd imagined, and the vampire stared around it all before turning to Theta again, a gleam of interest and excitement in the black-edged gold. "How big did you say it was?"

[ooc: Storybrooke or Fairy Tale Land versions available.]

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It certainly wasn't the first time that she'd ever come here before, to the subway station, but this time it was to petition they please, PLEASE, go somewhere else for the pack meetings now that it was edging into December and would be getting decidedly colder. There were humans in their pack now, like her, and while the werewolves always ran hot, humans didn't.

Unless they were sick and running fevers and that never bodes well for anyone, really. Plus, okay, she just really wanted to see Derek. They've been hedging around this - this thing between them for awhile now, over a year, and she just wanted to see him. She didn't as often with the Alpha pack out there, needing to keep everyone safe was always the first on everyone's list now.

But that didn't stop her massive crush on the alpha wolf. Heading down the steps of the depot, she headed inside, red hoodie zipped up and hood covering her short hair as she stuck her hands into the pockets, hopping down the last two stairs and landing on the platform with a thud. "Derek?"

Derek knows he has an actual apartment that he rents out. The thing is, with the Alpha pack and hunters moving around constantly, it's safer to keep the pack home transient, able to move if it needs to be. And it's safer if Derek stays with the pack to do that.

So, more often than not he stays in the subway. Tonight Isaac is with Scott, and Boyd is with Erica at her parents house, so it's left to him to hold down the fort. Hopefully there'll be no issues.

Of course, that's when an issue in a red hoodie decides to pop in.

"Stiles," He says, stepping away from the punching bag that he's inspecting (with his fists, though he heard her approach early enough that she probably didn't hear him.) He reaches out a hand to stop it from swinging, looking her over.

"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to come here alone," He scowls after a moment, turning and folding his arms to stare her down.

For a moment she just stares, eyes wide and then swallows as she makes her way a little closer. Because Damn. With a capital D. She's used to seeing him like this, training either on his own or with the betas, usually it's with the betas though.

"Yeeaah, well, you know me," she says, grinning. "When do I ever do what I'm told. But look, I'm here for a reason," Stiles says, her eyes flitting over Derek's body, slick with sweat from his work out and she has to keep from staring.

"So I was thinking that, with it getting colder, we could start having the pack meetings somewhere else? Cause, you know, not everyone is weak and frail like us humans." And to exaggerate her point she shivers and pulls her hoodie tighter around her.

"Like, we could rotate? Have it at Scott's one week, mine the next, never the same place twice and always somewhere warm? I can bring snacks? You guys like it when I bring snacks."

Derek's aware of her looking at him - can't help but be aware of it, the tang of arousal that catches on what little breeze is down here, and it makes him tense, muscles shifting.

Stiles talks, then, infuriating as ever and it's a better focus than the way her mouth moves as she shapes words and the stupid urge he has to calm that shiver she makes exaggeratedly.

"Except then we're tracking all our scents to the places they want to find - your homes," he points out with a deep scowl. "Wear a thicker jacket, Stiles."

He half turns, then looks over, as if just remembering her words. "You should do as you're told. At least what I tell you to do, because I'm telling you for a reason."

Stiles roles her eyes and huffs. "Right, like our scents aren't already at our houses since we live there," she says, then scowls.

"If I actually did everything you tell me you'd be dead right now, because despite being a hundred and thirty pounds of human girl, I've totally saved your ass more than once, so that point is totally moot." Of course she's also gotten into trouble because she hadn't done what she was told, but that's totally beside the point.

"Thicker jacket or not it'll still be cold, you know. It won't help." Even though she's not feeling as cold as she had been before, warmed by the way Derek is staring at her, unable to help the throbbing of teenage arousal that rushes through her.

"It's different when it's just one or two of us versus all of us. It makes us easier to track when the pack is together," Derek tells her shortly, his eyebrows drawing down in a tell-tale glare.

Derek turns to face her again, giving a small scoff. "Or you'd still be alive and I'd be fine too. Werewolf, remember, Stiles?" He asks, because she doesn't seem to be quite remembering it, eyeing him like he's a particularly interesting piece of cake.

It reminds him of Kate but not in the bad way - reminds him of how he liked how she looked at him before all the trouble began.

"Hence the thicker jacket, to keep you warm," he tells her after a moment, before gesturing to the hoodie she's wearing. "Surprised you're not complaining about the cold right now, or are you feeling a little hot under the collar?"

It's out of his mouth before he can really process he said that, but he sticks by what he said after a moment, quirking an eyebrow at her.

"Like you or any of the others would ever let me forget that," she says with a roll of her eyes, snorting softly as she shifts from one foot to another. And okay, Derek is totally a piece of cake - beef cake, because yum. But for the record she's totally not the only girl (or guy for that matter) to think so.

Derek's question has her going still and her breath catching almost inaudibly. Then she's blushing and scowling at him, because that's really not fair, okay. She's just a teenage girl and it's not her fault that Derek looks like a frigging Greek god and is hotter than the sun. It's a typical, normal and human reaction to someone that hot.

And it's not like Derek hadn't ever noticed before, she's not that stupid, though thankful he's never made a big deal out of it. Until now. And she has no idea how to deal with it. He's never called her out on it before.

So Stiles does what she does best. She runs with it. "I am actually, yeah," she says as she unzips her hoodie and shrugs it off her shoulders, brows raising. She's not wearing much under it; a simple low cut black tank that's a little worn but comfortable and nothing underneath it given coming here had been more of last minute impulse.

Derek just looks at Stiles implacably, one eyebrow still raised as she scowls at him. It isn't something he wants to make a big deal of - what could he do to stop that particular reaction short of mutilating his face, and he's not sure even that would stop her - and has to fight a shake of his head when she decides the best next order is stripping her hoodie off.

Stiles doesn't look like Kate - which is probably a good thing, in the long run. Where Kate was long blonde hair, Stiles is short and brown. She's tall with long limbs, but she's built like a runner, like a fighter - not the way Kate would fight, with sex, but like someone who would rather punch you than kiss you.

It doesn't stop the fact that she's basically naked under that shirt from getting to him, a little, as he inhales the stronger scent of her. Then he's scowling, a little, and takes a few steps forward towards her.

"I bet you are," he says, his voice lower, and then he he shakes his head. "Go home, Stiles. Before you freeze to death."

The low tone of his voice makes her shudder for a completely different reason and has the core of her aching for him, her pulse kicking up. She's had crushes before, of course, on practically every guy in her school - even Danny, because really, who doesn't like Danny?

But this, this is different. There are times, like now, where she thinks that just maybe he might like her back. And then there all the other normal times they're together where he treats her like some annoying thing that's only good enough for research.

She knows she's not as hot as Lydia or Allison, not as voluptuous as Erica, but she doesn't think she's bad looking. The chill in the air has her skin pebbling where it's exposed, her nipples tight peaks and visible beneath her shirt.

Stiles is nothing like Kate. She could never fathom hurting Derek like that, or anyone for that matter. But unlike Kate, Stiles' like for Derek is real and genuine. Not that it matters, the tone of his voice that comes with his next statement is rejection enough for her.

Her lower lip quivers just a fraction, but she refuses to let him see her hurt by him. "Fine," she grates out, "going home now." She turns and stalks off, waits until she thinks she's a safe distance away before she starts berating herself for coming here in the first place.

"Stupid, stupid idiot. He doesn't even like you, you moron," she snorts to herself as she starts up the stairs. "You'd have a better chance with frigging Jackson." Not that she would ever do that to Lydia, of course.

Spock ⌥ Star Trek XI

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

Claire Bennet ✿ Heroes ✿ OPEN

Yata Misaki | K Project

Theta Sigma / Metacrisis Doctor - Doctor Who - m/m please!

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4-3 ...totally the happiest ever yes

Natasha Romanoff | Black Widow | MCU | M/F

Abbie Jansen / OC / OTA

Alex Jansen - OC - OTA

Will Vaughn / OC / OTA

Riley Madison/Annabelle (The Swan Princess) | OUAT OC | Het

Matt Delaney | OC | Het

Derek Hale | Teen Wolf | OTA

Red - Unusual Place >3

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