Tokara

Sami's Fandom Search! (Mature)

Hi there!

I don't like to write smut or stuff, but I'm quite keen on 3 of your pairings.

Tony Stark x OC
Wolverine x OC
Jack Sparrow x OC

I'm especially keen on Jack, as I've never done that universe. Who would you play out of these pairings, however? If they're bolded on your list, I can't see it on mobile. x'D

@Sami

Shine City II: The Next Season

Especially Copen of all people, heh.

I'm going on camp tomorrow and will only have my cell phone until Friday. Depending on whether or not I can charge it, I may post short posts or not. ;p

Shine City II: The Next Season

She was kind to the waitress. Copen noticed that. He wrapped his hands around the warm mug, long fingers overlapping eachother. He'd gotten a very wrong initial impression of this girl, when he'd seen her for the first time. It was a stereotype of glasses - quiet and intelligent. She certainly wasn't quiet, although he couldn't tell much about the intelligence yet. As Mitty chattered on, he listened to her every word. He was quite invested in her words; she was interesting. She'd done a lot of travel? To Denmark as well? He was quite impressed.

The blond nodded, smile fading slightly as she became more incensed. This girl had a lot of... fire, if anything. She'd probably talk the hind leg off a donkey. When the conversation finally came back to him, he shook his head, but paused as she was distracted. Copen glanced the way she was looking too, noticing a scene with a little girl. Huh. Not particularly interesting. He wasn't a big fan of children, although he thought he'd make a great uncle.

"No, but I learned Japanese at school and university back in Denmark," he explained. "I'd always been fascinated with Japanese culture, and had wanted to visit. It's the sort of thing that's hard to explain." Shrugging, he took another sip of his coffee. "I'm working as a waiter at the Danish restaurant down the street. It's the only one in town. Do you know it?" he asked. Something about her was slightly off. It didn't feel like she should be here, with him, in this middle-class cafe. She travelled and knew languages and looked ever so slightly... familiar.

@lovely complex

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki was slightly surprised by Ky's dancing. By what she'd said, he'd been expecting much worse. He'd started out leading quite strongly, but started to relax slightly as she became more comfortable. Ky wasn't entirely in the rhythm, and every now and then her feet were a little too close, but he rolled with it. As always, he went around his obstacles gracefully and elegantly, not allowing them to disrupt his path.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "There will probably be quite a few. Perhaps an hour's worth? The Hosts have quite a few guests to dance with, of course," he sighed happily. Excepting the twins; most of their guests preferred watching them dance. He really did love it, including all of the attention. Tamaki had quite a long list of girls to dance with that night, but he would have been quite happy to dance with her the whole time...

~~~

Mimori felt weightless in Kaoru's arms as they glided around the floor. Thinking back to her middle-school self, she couldn't really believe it. People had teased her for her European looks and ancestry. Not completely Caucasian, but not completely Japanese either. She'd believed that she was ugly and worthless for a long, long time. Never would her middle-school self have thought that she'd be here tonight, dancing with someone like Kaoru.

Kaoru was definitely a good dancer, to make her feel this way. Her old skills were coming back to her - it had only been a year and a half, so her muscles hadn't completely forgotten. Dancing with him was different to her old partner. Different, but better for some reason. Kaoru was making her feel something different from what her old partner had. This wasn't so professional or strict. This was... natural. Fluid. And Mimori felt warm inside, just wanting to be closer to him. A big, silly grin spread across her lips, dimples in her cheeks becoming visible. This was so good.

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki walked Ky to the dance floor, taking a position closer to the middle of the group. That way, she was more shielded from the crowd by the other Hosts dancing around. He was mildly surprised to see Kaoru and Hikaru separated - and noticed the slight twitch at Kyoya's mouth as he lead his own partner onto the floor. Kyoya could be annoyed with that, seeing as it was taking away part of the twins' appeal. Oh, well. So long as they were happy, he was happy. Guests couldn't be happy with an unhappy Host.

"I'll make sure you won't fall," he replied warmly, settling one hand comfortably at her waist. His other hand, still interlinked with hers, rose to the side in a waltz position. They would start slowly for this first dance, regal and elegant. If Ky coped well with that, maybe he could take her for a faster dance later. But he wasn't going to force her into anything.

Tamaki started to move as the music began. "Just relax. Let me lead you," he advised her. "No-one's really watching."

~~~

When they came to the dance floor, Mimori's heart had started to pound in her chest. This was the first dance of the night. Everyone's eyes would be on the Hosts and their partners, especially considering how they were on the 'outside,' of the group. She told herself to breathe. Kaoru's voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she shook her head. "Well... I used to. Before my partner left the group. There wasn't another boy my age to dance with," she explained. "So I had to leave." That was life, really. People came and went.

In the moments before the dance began, she raised one hand to settle ever so lightly on his shoulder - almost like she was scared to touch him. She was just shy, really. Hopefully she'd become more fluid once the music began. Her other hand came to slip into his, rising to her side. The music began, and she felt the beat flow through her ears, into her skull and down her spine. Each vertebrae thrummed as she moved, the grip on his shoulder becoming more confident with each step. She let out a soft laugh, looking up and into Kaoru's eyes.

Fates of Fighters

It was a normal day - a clear day. It wasn't warm, a slight nip to the air. A lovely autumn's day, in fact. Amelie pondered these things as she rode back from the market on their farm-horse, enjoying the feeling of weak sunshine on her bare arms. One could hardly believe that Europe had recently fallen into a World War - again. She hadn't been born to experience the first one, and she'd been brought up by her father to know how lucky she was to even have him there. But he'd been taken again from her, to fight a new battle. She'd always lived on the farm, so at least she was still at home. It felt empty without him, though, murmuring to the cows as they lowed in the morning.

She sighed softly, tilting her head upwards. Not a cloud in the sky. Birds sang in the trees that lined her path. Amelie patted Pierre's neck, and he snorted. Pierre ploughed the small field that they used to plant some vegetables and fruit, and was their form of transport. They weren't nearly wealthy enough for a car. They were for affluent people mostly. Besides, she liked Pierre. He was tall and large as a house, a Percheron cross with a broad nose and a friendly eye. She'd always felt safe with him, even when she encountered unsavoury characters along the road.

It was then, fifteen minute's ride away from the house, that a loud crash broke the peace. Pierre snorted, jumping to the side, and she squeezed her knees to stay on. "Woah," she murmured, scratching his neck. What could that have been? Frowning, she glanced up and down the road. There was no-one else there. But off the road... Turning Pierre toward the slopes, she gave him a small squeeze of her heels. He was a little lazy, granted, but broke into a trot after a moment. Amelie rode aimlessly, glancing about for any signs of what could have made that noise. Then, she saw it. A tall pillar of smoke on higher ground. A... plane?

Pierre's ears flicked, and if she concentrated, very faint sounds of crashing and shooting were audible. Merde. So close to home already? Her breath caught in her throat, and that was when she saw the figure stumbling about with canvas in his arms. Was he the pilot? Was he German or French or British? Good or bad? These things ran through her head, and she rode a little closer. As he came into focus, she noticed the strange angle of his leg... Bile rose in her throat at the unnatural sight.

A hurt person was a hurt person, and he didn't look in any way able to fight. She trotted Pierre untile he was a couple of metres away from the man, then raised a hand at him. "'Allo?" she tried, a universal greeting.

((I should probably note that I'll be on camp until Friday, and probably won't post until then. :)))

Shine City II: The Next Season

Copen blinked for a moment, then frowned. Either he was translating things in his head as well as hearing them, or... She had just spoken Danish? This Japanese girl with pink hair had just spoken his mother tongue? To be honest, the idea of it very much surprised him. He had only encountered one Japanese man who had actually been able to speak a few words. The others had actually been from Denmark.

Well, he was basically sold.

He moved to join her at her table, unable to help a small amount of surprise and wonder creeping over his face at her order. That would be a lot of money. A whole night out's worth. But she looked interesting, and sometimes life was for meeting strange people. She was slender and small, and yet could consume so much... Copen doubted that even he could finish such a monstrous drink.

"I'm Copen. It's nice to meet you, Mitty," he replied politely, glancing to the side as their coffees arrived. His was a normal mug of black coffee, while hers... It was more of a cup of sugar, really. He chuckled at it, sitting back in his chair and raising his mug to his lips. He looked at her as he did so, blue eyes watching her with much amusement.

"Now." He set down his coffee, crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward slightly. "You need to tell me. Why do you speak Danish? I haven't met another girl from here that does," he commented, voice loud as always.

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki was pleased - perhaps more than with a usual guest - to see Ky all dressed up. She looked so pretty, with her hair all braided and different... Women had such magical ways with themselves sometimes. Beside him, Mori took Amaya's hand and started leading her to the floor, stoic and gentlemanly as ever. Tamaki bowed, offering her his hand.

"I'll have to see about that," he replied with a smile. "Maybe I'll be surprised?"

~~~

Mimori only had to wait for a moment, breath caught in her chest. Kaoru had said that he would dance with her, at least sometime that night. But now was the first dance, and perhaps he had a more special guest? After all, it wasn't just any dance. The eyes of the school would be on the Hosts, especially for the next few minutes. He didn't even know how she danced. She could be a complete and utter left-footed idiot for all he knew.

But then Kaoru offered her his hand. Mimori nodded, grinning despite herself. She couldn't help it. "Of course. Thank you for asking me," she replied, slipping her hand into his and coming a little closer. As she walked, she glanced at Hikaru, perhaps a slight message in her eyes.

Thank you.

A shiver ran down her spine at the feeling of Kaoru's hand around hers, the contact feeling like sparks. She'd watched him at the Host Club for a while; and now she was to be close to him. She couldn't help but wonder if he felt anything too - or if this was just another part of business.

Shine City II: The Next Season

@MyCatGinger yess that fits him :3 cute!

Shine City II: The Next Season

Copen had slipped into the Shining Kettle, tired after his morning-afternoon shift. A coffee would be good at this time of the day. He took a seat at a table, perusing the menu for a moment. He was still dressed in his work clothes, but they were mercifully normal - black slim pants and a white smart shirt. The restaurant was pretty modern in general. He ordered a plain filter coffee, winking at the waitress before handing back his menu. She didn't end up winking back. Huh. That wasn't the usual reaction he got. Shrugging to himself, he leaned back and stretched - not realising how close the tables were together.

His interlinked fingers came into contact with hair. Oops. Copen retracted his arms, sitting up straighter and twisting around in his chair. "Sorry about that!" he chirped cheerfully, Danish accent as strong as always. He hadn't ever endeavoured to really remove it; he still got the ladies, and that was all that mattered at the moment. The girl he'd come into contact with had... pink hair? That was something. But it was usual in Japan, even if he might not be used to such things.

She was kind of cute. In a weird way. Pink hair and that whole nerdy thing going on. He didn't have a particular type of woman that he was attracted to, but she seemed to count. Copen grinned. "May I buy you a coffee?"