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bakerstreet2015-02-03 07:11 pm
sneaks) wrote in bakerstreet2015-02-03 07:11 pm
SHOULD NEVER BE TOGETHER
the "should never be together" meme.
When two people come together in a relationship, it's a beautiful thing. What can be wrong with love, right? Right? Except when the union is completely and totally wrong, for whatever reason. Then things can get a little messy.
How To Play
1. Comment with your character, listing their name, canon, etc, along with any preferences.
2. Comment around to others, using the RNG to determine the scenario. It doesn't have to be a lovey-dovey relationship, obviously. There can be hate, sorrow, lust, whatever.
3. Thread! Have fun! Do things!
Scenarios
1. Warring Factions: You belong to rival organizations, armies, clubs, etc. Whatever it is, you're not on the same team.
2. Soldiers on the Battlefield: Or maybe you are on the same side, but this is the wrong time and the wrong place. Plus, attachments cause distractions.
3. Bodyguard and the Guarded: Just like the movie with Kevin Costner! One of you has been hired to protect the other for some reason, and feelings are starting to grow. Are you a professional and cut things off, or do you give in?
4. Prince/ss and Knight: Similar to the above, but with a whole 'nother level of wrong...one of you is royal. Courtly love is okay; still, don't forget your place.
5. Enemies: This vendetta is personal, and you totally hate this person! Don't you? Perhaps you're maybe just rivals, or something as serious as superhero and villain.
6. Family: The ultimate taboo. This person is related to you, so there's no way you should indulge this desire, even if it's the most pure love there ever was.
7. Age Difference: The years between you should keep you both at bay, but it's easier said than done.
10. Teacher/Student: Teachers and students have a unique bond, and to corrupt it is a dangerous thing. Will you dare to act on emotions that could put you both in a destructive place?
11. Already Spoken For: One or both of you are already involved with someone else, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Just know that you can't have your cake and eat it, too.
12. Not Compatible: Your personalities or jobs make it so it's hard for you to be together.
13. Not Compatible...in Another Way: You're both different species, which means you're either afraid to take your relationship to a physical level or you can't because of differences in biologies.
14. Not Ready for Love: You took a vow (or celbacy, of chastity, of dedication), you're married to your work, or you just don't want to be involved with anyone. Too bad!
15. Rich and Poor: One of you has the money while the other is from more modest means. Can the 1% and the 99% ever be bedfellows, literally?
16. Hurt Before: Your heart has been broken, and maybe there's been no time to heal. But here you are.
17. WILDCARD
Malcolm Thawne ( Cobalt Blue ) » The Flash (AU) » OTA
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Anne Boleyn || The Tudors || OTA, prefer F/M
Alleyne - the Headless Horseman ♞ OUAT/SPN OC ♞ OTA, prefer F/M
Dejah Thoris || John Carter/A Princess of Mars || OTA, prefer F/M
Daenerys Targaryen || Game of Thrones || OTA, prefer F/M
Nick Ryves | The Demon's Lexicon trilogy
Yamaguchi Tadashi | Haikyuu!! | -11, 13
Hermione Granger | Harry Potter | m/f
hatori chise ( ancient magus bride )
Russia | Nyotalia | ota
Rin Tohsaka | Fate Universe | OTA
Ienzo || Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance || OTA, prefer m/m
Slaine Troyard | Aldnoah.Zero
5.
[ We're now playing seven minutes in heaven, Count Cruhteo style. For unknown reasons
because you asked for this!!, the two are locked in the same room. They're not happy about this. But in order to unlock the door, one will now be forced to torture the other. Is this a knock-off Hunger Games now? Who knows. After a simple game of rock-paper-scissors, Inaho has become a lucky bastard within the minute and is currently holding an almost familiar whip. Let the bad memories resurface! ]You're not getting away this time.
w o w
I DID NOT ASK FOR ANYTHING OF THIS?Well shit. As if being stuck in a room with this guy wasn't bad enough, now the tables have suddenly turned for the worst.
Slaine is tense. Shaken eyes darting from Inaho and then to the object in his hand- that object which he had tried to hide away in his memory. Hoping for it to never resurface again. Yet here they were, and with the inability to properly play any sort of child's game, the boy had once again been outwitted by his foe.
Though he had grudgingly agreed to this (on the thought of actually, y'know, being on the opposite side of this situation) Slaine was not going to take any of this sitting down. He had thought of many solutions to try to get out of this, yet as his hand reached for his thigh, the heart dropping realization that he didn't have his gun on him slowly sank in. ]
Do you truly intend to do this? To another Terran? [ Those shaken eyes had turned cold, and with fist clenched he took a step away from Inaho. His worry evident. ]
i didn't ask for this either, so c: you know who to blame.
IN YOUR HEART, YOU DID.Inaho doesn't fail to notice how reactive Slaine is to the weapon provided for this situation. Is it because he's afraid of pain? Is it because he plans on stealing it? No, there might be a proper reason. He recognizes those kind of eyes. Experienced, anticipating, and determined; what is the other boy's reason for being so guarded against the whip?
It's funny how Slaine is wording such things now. Inaho feels his blood colder by the minute. It's not his style to do these things honestly, but they've been pitted without a choice. This the only way to secure their leave. Maybe they're just being tested. Maybe whoever is behind this wish them both dead. The reasons don't matter for now. For now, what is more important is surviving and stepping out this room alive. ]
Isn't that my line? Why are you with them?
[ To keep Slaine at a safe distance, Inaho reaffirms his attacking position. Almost as to test the whip, he cracks a movement towards the side. That loud, painful sound will definitely resonate within the other boy's ear... More memories will surface by the second. ]
shakes fist into the sky!!!
He had to take it away from him. He had to get out of this. ]
That isn't something I need to discuss with— [ And the crack.
Steps that were now being taken to retrieve the weapon were suddenly thrown into a halt. Slaine's body immediately overrides his mind and reacts to the sound, causing the boy to jolt back. His limbs stiff. Eyes widen in horror.
He didn't want this, he didn't want to show fear in front of him. And yet the more he tried to repress the sound, the feeling, the more it caused those same pains to resurface.
It was then he bit his lower lip, a poor attempt to control his emotions, before shadowing an even colder glare to the brunette. ]
Don't. [ It was the only word he could spit out without stuttering. They were like venom, a warning of sorts. But what could he possibly do, being as defenseless as he was?
He was just going to try and hold this act for as long as he could. ]
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[ Sorry that he couldn't avoid this situation. He feels he could've done more. But it's too late for regrets now, and all he can offer is an apology. Surely Slaine has an impressive story to tell him, but alas. Their lives are too different for him to be able to connect. That's not to think he doesn't understand anything at all. He'd like to think he does. Living with the Martians like that... It's far from a fairy tale, especially considering the current factors of war.
He wanted to give Slaine a chance to talk back then. But from how it was, they really couldn't connect. He knew then that this boy had no real place to return to. Though, that's why they both need to continue struggling and moving forward. This is the sake of both their futures. And right now, they need to survive this sick game in order to leave and move on again. So with another lashing movement, he makes a last test on the whip before aiming forward this time. He could at least aim at the less painful parts of his body. But even that doesn't guarantee. ]
Don't bite your tongue, Slaine Troyard.
[ It likely isn't a good idea to keep delaying. There might be a hidden hit counter that they need to defeat under these seven minutes. That's why he executes the first violent gesture without hesitation this time, aiming for the other boy's leg. He isn't hitting as hard as Cruhteo, but it regardless is a real hit. The spot he aimed for is a message on its own. To tell him to not move. ]
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[ The pain was immediate. What was once a shaken stature had quickly crumbled beneath the stinking pain of the impact. And although he tried to hold his ground, how much he tried to withstand the blow, the sensitive muscles in his legs gave off a violent reaction which sent the boy collapsing to one knee.
But the scream. He tried to hold it in, tried to see how hard he could bite his lip in order to suppress the sign of weakness. The sign of not giving anyone the pleasure of hearing their plan fall into place, no matter if they were secretly observing or not.
He knew it was neither of their doings how this sick game came about. He also knew that they were only trying to make it out of here alive. And yet the method, this horrid method, only kept the boy's thoughts strangled to that reoccurring event in his mind.
... And then it hit him.
One of the reasons he was even taken back as a prisoner was because of the one person standing in front of him. It was because of Inaho, after their small confrontation, that caused Slaine to be shot down from the sky. And though the result may had been the same regardless of such an event, Slaine still couldn't help but feel the rise of anger seeping from his chest against the brunette.
It was because of him that this torture was given to him in the first place, and now he himself would deliver it just as he had done before. Only this time it was Inaho who held the whip. ]
....
[ Slowly, slowly the boy began to pick himself up from the floor. Eyes that were once colder than ice had quickly melted into something of a burning anger.
He took one step forward, then another. Forcing his screaming legs into a small pace that began to threaten Inaho's field of personal space. ]
I won't let this happen again- not because of you.
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[ Although still painful, it will be more tolerable if Slaine cooperates with the game. If he chooses to fight right here, then it can only end badly for either or both of them. Despite the obvious change of stature, Inaho keeps his own legs tall and firm. The smallest waver will only allow an opening. He already knows how this boy before him can act if he's in a fury. These situations would always end so horribly.
He tries to read what those words could mean. It doesn't take him long to realize what happened. Actually, he might have already anticipated it. The Martians are cold and cruel. It is certain that they didn't take traitors well. Suffering is common in war, so it's not a new concept to him. Although this is his first time in war, it's not fair if he plays innocent if he already knows its content. Reading and learning about it is more than enough to relieve and think about the experience. He doesn't like it. No one does. He's sure that these power-hungry Martians have their reasons, too. ]
I understand if you're angry. But I'm only doing what I think is right. However, you...
[ Without stepping backwards, Inaho slices his whip forward as if a sharp blade. That one hit is harder than before. That is because his own anger is formed through those waves. He hasn't forgotten, either. He will never forget. It's not fair that Slaine thinks he's the only victim here. ]
It was your fault that she was hurt. Have you not thought about that?
[ If it weren't for his intervention, that never wouldn't happened. The war would've been over. The deaths and sorrows would've ended. Although he could care less about his own physical state, his eye wouldn't be like this either. And most of all, the princess... ]
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Another scream- this time more blood curdling than the one before. He had to thank his clothing to be of some guard against the blow, but they did little for the pain that had now swept over his abdomen. Arms had rushed to protect the spot, yet the lasting aftershock of from the blow had left Slaine staggering where he stood.
This was the right thing to do? Torture each other until someone decides the game wasn't funny anymore? The boy couldn't find it in himself to humor them... and even more so when Inaho had muttered something from the ends of his lips.
Something that causes the boy's eyes to widen horrifically.
Princess Asseylum. ]
Don't you dare!
[ Seething with uncontrollable rage, the boy lunges forward to snatch the brunette by the neck- securing his arms fully around the width of his flesh. He shakes him, and with wild eyes staring into the other's orbs. ]
Don't you dare talk about her! You... you don't know anything! You know nothing of the princess at all...!!
[ The reason he did this, his entire reason for betraying the Martians was for her sake. Everything was for her. And to think someone would come and blame him for this? This wasn't his fault.
This... this wasn't his fault. ]
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[ In this age of war, who was the one to witness her tears and anguish? Who was the one who really protected her? Although Slaine knew it in his heart, it's still different from personally seeing the situation and the whole picture itself. The one who ruined that one chance they had at the Landing Castle... The one who ironically wanted to save her, what happened instead? Running away from the truth is merely cowardice. Inaho knows that Slaine understood that, too. They both know that ending the war itself isn't enough anymore. However, there's a huge difference between facing the situation bravely and dealing with the situation foolishly. ]
Enlighten me of what I don't know.
[ Tell him then, Slaine. What did Inaho not realize about the princess at this point? Staying with her, listening to her, watching her laugh and cry, correcting her about little things about Earth, even showing her new things... Although the time he spent with the princess is remarkably shorter than Slaine's time with her, it doesn't mean that it's any less precious. It's true they both care for her. But in the end, whose actions were more beneficial for her? Who was the one that caused her to end up this way? He too, risked his life as much as Slaine did. And it's not only for the princess... But for his family, his friends... His world. ]
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E-everything I have done is for her... and... and now- [ quickly inhaling to hold back a sob that was caught in his throat, he pressed harder against the other's. Beginning to claw his fingernails into the delicate flesh.
His entire body is shaking by this point- breath unstable and his entire facade giving off something that would only resemble someone who is unhinged.
This Terran doesn't know the princess like he does. He wanted to be the one to show her the world. He wanted to give her everything she wanted, and for them to finally live peacefully, but now... ]
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Of course it wasn't. That made it worse. This boy is stepping all over her highness more than anything; so unconsciously yet purposely at the same time. A huge irony... Did his sanity fly after he realized just how much he failed her? No one but the princess herself will be able to save this boy now. But even then, that moment won't be sweet. Everything about their situation is far from a fairy tale.
The pain is beginning to make itself known as his skin begins to lightly bleed. Rather than allow that to continue, Inaho reasserts his dominant position in this round. Without hesitation, he painfully whips Slaine away from him. The impact also serves as a reality check. Don't forget the situation. But more than that, don't forget your position. And another... one, two, three. Four cold whipping in total follows altogether as Inaho's heart continue to stir. For the princess? For her desired world? Her dreams? For what? All of these movements crack and echo against the thick walls... despite how his face remain unchanged, his eyes are burning in fury.
That's right. Tremble. Be afraid. Repent. Not even physical pain is enough to justify just how many people were sacrificed for this self-created justice. ]
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For her, gladly would he pull the trigger.
He wanted to show her everything about this planet, and how lovely it could be. The birds, the sky, the people-
For her, gladly would he take this pain. ]
-AHH!
[ The first strike immediately forced the boy backwards, his arms cradling the patch of flesh that began to sting with that single powerful blow. He could remember that blow almost too well- that anger from the weapon becoming an extension of one's arm. He's felt it before, and it certainly was something he could never soon forget.
Though he was inwardly thankful for the use of his arms (and the small comfort of clothing) to protect himself to some degree, the lashes that followed came as unmercifully as the first, as well as his screams.
The shrills were bone chilling- each impact sending a roar of pain thrashing into his body and soaring out his lungs. There was no hiding this pain now, and as much as he tried to conceal it before, it only drew the boy to return to his knees. Fiercely clinging to his body to null some of the pain. He knew what he had done to cause his enemy this anger, and yet with his own rising, it didn't seem to matter to him.
He was going to do all in his power to let his devotion be known- to have his being not only be words, but actions as well. He wasn't afraid of you or this pain. Soon he would only end up just like the obstacles in his past. Nonexistent. ]
Tru Davies | Tru Calling | OTA
Mamoru Amami // The King of Braves GaoGaiGar // ota
The Nogitsune | Teen Wolf | OTA for gen, m/m for other
Lucrezia Borgia ღ The Borgias ღ f/m
the prince | prince of persia (2008)
this is like all canon.............
why is she sitting, resting, heeding his badgering for her to sit and take stock of herself, when she should hit him, kick him, punch every inch of him she could reach, and leave him behind. he's an idiot. he's an idiot.
why did he do it. how could he do it. why didn't he know better. why didn't he just leave it be. Elika is heartsick and furious and wants to weep, but there isn't the time to succumb to any of these things but the anger. she has to keep going. the fight goes on.
but for now, she's sitting against a pillar, curled up and hugging her knees, fuming silently. these tombs are dark and cold. she wishes she was angry enough to push him into the darkness below. why doesn't she?]
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A terrible, horrible, no-good reason.It was... a good reason. A reason he still can't spit out. And it's killing him. Even with her angry and hating him, he's still sticking with her. It'll all be for nothing if she leaves him now. And he knows it too.So he bends down and tries... to keep being terrible. Maybe it'll put a smile on her face again-- ]
Come on, after all this-- everything we've been through, don't you trust me?
America ✰ Nyotalia ✰ OTA