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PROTECT

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You're a someone on a dangerous quest, a hero in a not-so-easy spot, a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're valuable, and you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.

And you're the protector, the only person who can keep that erstwhile hero or heroine out of harm's way. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person, whether it be through your loyalty to them or someone close to you, a mission, or a promised reward. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.

Except, as things get more perilous and truths are revealed, the two of you break the bounds of protector/protected or guide/guided and feelings may begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.

Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?

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»1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the protector, the protected, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference.
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»4. Some ideas: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you.

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[Can play either role! Fluff and angst are okay but no smut, please.]

[ooc: I feel almost compelled to post here, considering the gif up there. He's usually the protector, it might be interesting to see him have to be protected. Not really into smut but the others are okay.]

Edited 2015-08-11 23:41 (UTC)

[Well, she's... her world's god. But can still play both roles since she's lazy and a mess. Gen only, please, unless for some miracle a Kcalb appears.]

[Galactic idol, summoner of giant fighting bugs and could also AU'd her to know about her mystic mayan powers. So definitely the protected here. f/m for shipping, smut with previous threaders only aaand answers will come from her secondary account as well.]

( either. might be odd for her to be the protected - she'll probably balk at that. )

( most likely protector. we can switch it up! )

(how about protecting a post tws!bucky from hydra & himself?)

( ooc: sounds good! with / without any comic backstory between them? i'm ok with either. )

(ooc; with is fine. i read enough of the winter solider run. :3 )

( ooc: awesome! do you mind starting? )

Ever since he was getting his memory back and moved in with Steve to the Tower, it was like he wore a great big yellow caution sign around his neck to the others that spent time there. It made him uncomfortable, out of his element. And it was a feeling he couldn't stand which was why he often left to Steve's old apartment and took up residence there. The only ones that knew he vacated the place were the other Avengers - Steve and Sam visited, sometimes Natasha as well.

So when heavily armed bodies burst into the place through windows and doors, Bucky had to move. He lept up, hopping over the coffee table from the sofa and flipped it to use as temporary cover.

It was just a good thing he wasn't alone at the time, or he'd be completely screwed right about now.

Honestly, Natasha came to Steve's apartment for peace and quiet. There was always so much activity in the Tower; people asking her opinion, trainees to supervise, conference calls with Fury to attend to. While she had her own safehouses, she didn't want to be alone. Just ... away. Steve's apartment offered that, a lot of the time. If Bucky was there, they didn't bother each other. Sometimes they talked, tentatively. Awkwardly.

What does one ex-Russian say to the kidnapped forced-to-be-Russian?

Most of the time they just did their own thing, in the same general vicinity of each other. It was nice. Non-commital. Quiet. She liked it.

But frankly, the number of armed men busting in was ruining Natasha's quiet hour and it was seriously pissing her off.

Thankfully, Bucky could think for himself in creating the shelter behind the sofa, and she was right behind him, bracing herself on his back to keep from landing a bit more heavily than she would have liked. Quick as a flash, she grabbed a pistol from where she'd stowed in near her ankle, shoving it at him before grabbing a second gun from the small of her back.

"You didn't forget how to use it, right?"

Poking her head up over the sofa, she ducked again as shots went out, before moving upwards again to shoot at least one of the men who seemed intent on killing them. Or, at least, killing her and taking Bucky with them.

Instead of answering when the pistol was shoved at him, Bucky fired off a round at one aiming for Natasha while she was shooting. Sure, he remembered how to use a gun, but he wasn't fond of it. He found he liked hand to hand combat or knives better - though, those weren't very convienient when everyone could get a gun so easily.

He ducked back down a moment to listen, trying to place their movements. Up again, he fired off another few rounds, those being more on the warning side and grazing the men as he darted to the hallway and ducked into the office space. Funnily enough, Bucky took a spare beat to muse on how funny it was to know Steve actually had an office.

Snatching up a letter opener that caught his eye on the desk, Bucky poked his head around the corner to throw it at one. It lodged in his neck as he dropped lifelessly.

He was fast on his feet and she appreciated it; she didn't have time to make sure that he didn't get shot -- in fact, they were likely here for him than for her. She was just a not-so-innocent bystander, trying to get them both out of this alive. Steve would never let her live it down if she let Bucky die now, after all the pain they'd both been through to get him back.

Natasha, for her part, was just trying to let go of the fact that he'd shot her.

It was stupid to try and stay in the living room -- too many entrances, none very defensible. Anticipating Bucky's movements, she followed him down the hall, diving behind him into the office and tucking a neat roll, ending up behind the desk, which she turns over as a way to shield them from bullets.

"Russian. At least, they shout in Russian when they die," she murmured to him, darting up to shoot the first man brave enough to enter the room in the face. No messing around, not with terrorists. Besides, they were shooting to kill, too. "Any chance you have a cell phone on you? No idea if Steve's place still has the security that Fury put in place on it and we could use some backup here."

Not that they couldn't take care of it themselves. But Clint would never forgive her if she didn't include him in the fun.

( the protector )

Ducking behind Mulan almost comically, Jefferson kept a hand on his hat. Sometimes, he needed a little protection considering what his skill set that people wanted to use or take advantage of.

"This is you," he waved towards Regina's dark knights that were standing armed in front of them. "Go go, off you go." She wanted him to take her to another world for some reason and all he wanted was to go home to his daughter and have a nice dinner. This was the last time he took a shortcut through the Forest.

( unless you're castiel, dean is the protector always. )

Edited 2015-08-12 05:47 (UTC)

(considering she's ran into an ancient angry spirit once, this could be interesting.)

(a really clingy protected)

[Probably the protector ~~who keeps getting himself almost killed while protecting someone else~~. I'm okay with either role, though. Fluff is A+ but gen and angst are cool too! No smut.]

[Is unequivocally the protector. Though am open to loyal subordinates who want to protect their commandant.]

[ Either role, though she'll not be entirely happy at being protected at first. ]

((OOC: protector preferably))

Edited 2015-08-12 21:01 (UTC)

[Due to his softer nature, Ren's more inclined towards the protected role than the protector in terms of the use of violence or force, but he's particularly empathic and could probably serve as a decent protector in terms of emotional matters. However, if he's the physically stronger of the two, he won't hesitate to step up into the protector role in full. I don't mind what sort of genre we pick, though I do have a smut preference.

[I'm willing to start threads if you have an idea, but no concrete thought on how to approach it. <3]

protected, but completely capable of being the protector if necessary.

[The protector for...obvious reasons.]

ooc | protector. unless you make a good argument for protected!

[ if anyone is octavia's knight in shining armour, it's the woman she sees reflected back at her in the mirror. it's sad, really, that the ground doesn't have mirrors. sometimes she can see her reflection in the shards of glass she picks up every now and then, seeing how her hair is a little messy, her eyes seem a little red. she's tired, she can feel it, and she knows she looks it. ]

[ after the incident with the grounder, bellamy's gone above and beyond and way further in space than even the ark has travelled to protect her and keep her guarded. octavia understands what her brother's doing, but it doesn't mean she likes it. ]

[ she sneaks out, just because she wants to. the sun's setting and the campers are tired from another mundane day of hunting and patrolling. she tries to keep her footsteps quiet, but there's so many dead leaves and twigs lying about that there's an inevitably crunch. she always lifts her foot slowly off the offender, and continues on her way. ]

[ she still aches, just a little, from where the grounder had burned her with metal. but she doesn't think of it. it's nothing like the neck wound wells had endured. if charlotte had slipped that knife deeper into his skin instead of giving him some sort of flesh wound, he'd be dead. ]

[ and she'd be alone at the top of this steep slope. ]

[ octavia rolls her eyes once she spots him standing there, every bit of the chancellor's son she's come to continue to hate. she throws her head back and groans before she looks at him once more. her stare is as sharp as her annoyance. ] Really? You?

[ That's the kind of reaction Wells expects, especially from the Blakes, but he has always been the kind of person to appear to let offenses roll off his back. At first, anyway, unless he's pushed up against the wall. At least Clarke no longer hates him. Her opinion matters the most to him and with that long-established obstacle out of the way, they can begin to rebuild their relationship and help the others survive on this treacherous planet.

He has had his fair share of rest in quarantine, having lost a great deal of blood with little medical supplies to help him recover. His body is still weak but he can at least leave his tent to get some fresh air.

The sunset is nice. It's calming and he wishes he could capture it somehow, choosing instead to keep the sight burned into his memory. A broken branch pulls him from his thoughts and he turns sharply, hands up to show that he holds no weapons – though he should be better prepared, especially a knife tucked into his boot now. ]

Enough room for us both. [ It's an attempt to be good-natured, but it's also automatic that he bolsters his defense. ]

[ octavia rolls her eyes. sometimes she wishes atom was still here, waiting for her behind a tree, in a clearing, somewhere secret. she misses him most on the days where bellamy's unattainable to her, his head lodged so far up his own ass he can't even see his own reflection in the shiny surfaces inside the drop ship. she finds herself missing her brother more and more, despite him being an arm's length away from her. ]

[ she glares at him, gaze as sharp and unimpressed as she can make it. ] No, there isn't. [ with heavy steps, almost brat-like, octavia pushes herself away from him, steps long and wide and too powerful for a girl who's hungry and grieving and scared. but she doesn't want to share the same space as him. like father, like son, she thinks. she wonders when he'll think to float her, too, just for existing, just for being the embodiment of a rule being broken. ]

[ both jahas can survive serious injuries, almost like cockroaches, apparently. ]

[ He wishes he could rid himself of the bandages around his neck. It is rare that he cares at all about appearances, but he would much rather operate as he would normally, instead of bearing the mark of a tragic encounter that ended with a little girl's death. With his own personal nurse hovering every so often, he can't escape them for now.

It's common practice to make him feel guilty and Wells has spent a lifetime of building up tolerance to this, torn between being defensive and operating with compassion.

He remains grounded in this spot, watching Octavia out of the corner of his eye when he returns to his original position, watching the horizon line. ]

I'll stay quiet, [ he tells her without looking. ]

[ for octavia, she's only just begun to take her whip and flog wells for what his father had chosen to do. her mother had been innocent, murdered for a crime that octavia knows she's just a reminder of. sometimes she wonders if that's what bellamy sees, a reminder of aurora, a reminder of how their mother had died to give life to her. sometimes, octavia hates herself for it. most of the time, she likes to take that out on wells. ]

[ she doesn't want to stay and watch the horizon. she doesn't want to stay and consider watching the horizon with him. she doesn't want him being nice to her, tolerable of her own dismissiveness. she wants wells to get up and fight, to help her stave away her excess energy, to help her get rid of all the anger that bubbles inside of her because she can't face looking at herself in a shard of glass. ]

[ he had survived, and she's more than grateful for that. but there's too much hate in her heart for her to look at him with her vision clear. ]

[ she doesn't look at him. she has every intention of going for a walk, but she knows, with what a goodie two shoes he happens to be, the moment she walks away from him, he'll tell bellamy. so, she stays where she is, arms crossed heavily against her chest. she doesn't want to look at him, and, yet, she does. with a hard glare, her voice is sharp, almost a bark of an order: ] Or you could just leave.

[ Everyone hates him. Perhaps not for good reason, as he was not the one issuing orders to float their loved ones and punish the rest, but he understands. He is the one they can direct their anger towards, with no attempt to actually speak to him, holding tightly to their superficial judgments of him. Were he in their position, he wouldn't know if he would be so kind either. There's only so much he can take, but he still bolsters himself and prepares for another blow from Octavia.

He doesn't need to tell her that it's dangerous out here either, imagining that he would get an even more passionate response than Bellamy would if he said the same thing to his sister. ]

I just wanted to get away for a few minutes.

[ He does that often. Perhaps it's why he manages to remain as calm as he can, attempting to stay levelheaded when when the situation slowly descends into chaos. ]

[ octavia hates how she deflates, just a little, at that. wells has to remind her of himself being human, being a separate entity to the council. it's been difficult for octavia to separate clarke from her mother, too. she prefers it when the jahas are clumped together as one entity, as though wells had been old enough to make the decision to punish aurora for giving birth to another life. ]

[ sometimes she catches herself looking at wells and wondering if he thinks she's a broken law, someone worth being punished for for simply existing. it's her own self-hate that guides her into being sharp and mean toward him, refusing to acknowledge him as another human being, separate to chancellor jaha. ]

[ she bristles, but looks down, ashamed of herself. what she's doing to wells is how she thinks the council view her. she's a mistake, a broken law, someone who shouldn't exist, someone who has no right to for the oxygen she had been taking up while on the ark. ]

How's that working out for you? [ her voice is less biting, even if her arms remain crossed over her shoulders and her gaze focuses on the ground instead of acknowledging him. ]

[ He likes her. It's all from a distance, smiling a little to himself whenever she bites back and rattles the cages. Of course, that's always been a quality that Wells has appreciated. He enjoys having people around who offset his own comparatively quiet and serious nature.

It isn't right that she had to grow up barely living, but then again, the conditions on the Ark had become so stifling that if were he in that position, he isn't certain what he would do. The very thought irritates him, that he is uncertain, because he wants to be a good leader, though time on the ground has shown that while he does not spark fires like Bellamy or rally the troops like Clarke does, he offers good, helpful council.

Perhaps that is his place now, especially since he had momentarily been debilitated. ]

It's as good as it can be, [ Wells replies honestly. Nothing is ever easy. Without thinking, he rubs a hand over his bandages. ] It's just good to not be surrounded by so many people right now. And – [ he gestures outward. ] The view's nice.

[ she watches him rub his hand over his bandages. she's always been acutely aware of it, thinking, maybe, that could've been her. it could've been any of them if they weren't smart enough to slay their demons or simply keep their demonic nature to themselves. but octavia isn't an impressionable twelve year-old searching for that fix to rid herself of her nightmares. she knows she'll always be afraid of the dark, of those closed in and small spaces. stabbing wells won't do anything to bring mom back or erase the years that have built the walls she keeps around her. ]

[ her eyes follow his belatedly, head barely moving as she looks from the corner of her eye. the view's okay, but octavia's seen better. she looks back to him, jaw set, face guarded. she looks at him, gaze shifting from bandages to his own. ] Aren't you afraid of being alone? [ it's how charlotte had gotten him, after all. but octavia doubts anyone else would be able to lower wells' walls except for clarke, and sometimes octavia doubts even her ability to soothe any of his raised hackles. ]

[ The question sinks a little too deep, even for him, and he does not answer her immediately, lowering his gaze, not wanting to stumble over his words. Is he afraid to be alone? ]

I’m not alone, [ he finally replies. It does not answer her question, but he is still thinking on his response. No, he does not entirely trust either Blakes, but there is still no use in remaining hidden away in the drop ship, not helping or contributing to their mission on the ground. His voice remains low, but unwavering and serious in nature. ]

I don’t want to be afraid either.

[ He knows Clarke does not need him to be strong for her. He will do it for her, his father, and himself. ]

[ octavia rolls her eyes, scoffing. ] Right. [ she shakes her head and looks away from him, annoyed at him in this moment. it doesn't escape her that she's feeling this about wells jaha, the kid she didn't care whether or not he lived or died that night he'd been stabbed by charlotte. she hasn't been aggravated by him before. it's always been at his father, at what the chancellor has done to her family. but she finds herself irritated by what she views to be a bullshit answer. ]

[ she tries to let it go, but octavia's so tired of the lies circulating around camp. looking back at him, she frowns. ] Do you really expect me to believe that? You're out here with me. [ they're not friends, not like he's supposedly friendly with a girl who can barely look him in the eye. being lonely is what pulls people to her, after all. ]

ooc | protected!

Edited 2015-08-14 04:38 (UTC)

ooc | protector!

_{[Protected or protector, it depends on the situation. More likely to protect you by pummeling whatever's coming toward you into the ground.]}

{ voice testing Rumple's mother. See journal for details. OTA. }

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