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bakerstreet2015-04-26 08:39 am
Unexpected Domesticity Shipping Meme
 unexpected domesticity shipping meme. — Comment with your character, preferences, what tone you want your thread to take, and whether or not your open to smut. |
hotlink (hotlink) wrote in bakerstreet2015-04-26 08:39 am
hotlink) wrote in bakerstreet2015-04-26 08:39 am[I'm looking for fluff or hurt/comfort. No smut.]
[I'm looking for fluff or hurt/comfort. No smut.]
[Women ages 25+ only. Looking for fluff. No smut.]
John "Doc" Holliday | Historical Character (modern times) | ota
j_h_holliday
2015-04-26 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[m/f preferred for any smut, but ota for everything else.]
[Quiet moments, truly quiet ones, came rarely if at all in their lives lately. This night, under the stars, and with Hyperion at his side must be the most peaceful Thor has felt in so very long. Quiet stretches out between them, but the silence hardly feels awkward or out of place. Thor is almost certain that both of their thoughts linger elsewhere at the moment -- though he doubts in the same directions.
At times like these, he's reminded of when he was young and would camp beneath the stars. When he and his friends or brother would trade tales -- often so exaggerated of their adventures. They would laugh and drink and the world seemed hardly as dark as it has become.
It's almost a physical ache at times, when he realizes how much he misses those times. Ah-- but not tonight. Not with a different brother at his side who will share in his tales or share his drinks. Though the tales are so far less embellished, so far less proud at times...
And this brother is so very different than his other. Not better and certainly not worse, but different.
He smiles slightly at the thought as he shifts closer to the man at his side and offers his flask out.]
Friend, drink with me.
At times like these, he's reminded of when he was young and would camp beneath the stars. When he and his friends or brother would trade tales -- often so exaggerated of their adventures. They would laugh and drink and the world seemed hardly as dark as it has become.
It's almost a physical ache at times, when he realizes how much he misses those times. Ah-- but not tonight. Not with a different brother at his side who will share in his tales or share his drinks. Though the tales are so far less embellished, so far less proud at times...
And this brother is so very different than his other. Not better and certainly not worse, but different.
He smiles slightly at the thought as he shifts closer to the man at his side and offers his flask out.]
Friend, drink with me.
[Hello! Any preferred scenarios/world states/implications/etc, or shall I just wing it?]
[No smut unless she is aged up.]
(fluffy and shippy only. no smut. it'll be mostly platonic and kind of awkward since she has some complicated food issues thanks to her canon. aka she's a reluctant demonic cannibal)
(fluffy and shippy. no smut please.)
(fluffy and shippy, no smut please.)
[The possibility of living like this was next to impossible in his eyes. He was always hounded by some organization in his past, or those who desired for revenge. There was a long list of people to get through in order to finally do the one thing his friends wanted him to do: live.
And yet somehow he did it, with some much needed help. They may have met in awkward circumstances, but over time, he found himself relying on the hunter known as Lady. More and more he became comfortable around her, finally trusting someone yet again.
Before he knew it, they were already more comfortable with each other, moving in together and such. In fact, he was in the middle of cooking breakfast while she slept. The aroma was quickly filling their little home, and all as he could finally do something for once again: smile.]
And yet somehow he did it, with some much needed help. They may have met in awkward circumstances, but over time, he found himself relying on the hunter known as Lady. More and more he became comfortable around her, finally trusting someone yet again.
Before he knew it, they were already more comfortable with each other, moving in together and such. In fact, he was in the middle of cooking breakfast while she slept. The aroma was quickly filling their little home, and all as he could finally do something for once again: smile.]
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