Before this, you had nowhere to go. Nowhere but your own aching body, most likely injured, or your tussled thoughts. You may not even know where to go, your identity stripped from you in whatever hurricane of an action that lead you to be so down and out. But then, someone came along and offered you somewhere to stay. You can't turn that down, no matter how loathe you may be to deal with anyone or owe anyone something.
Or that's how it all begins. As you two stay close together and they nurse you back to full strength - despite your potential complaints - things between you change. You grow closer and more used to each other; then, slowly, what used to be thankfulness and generosity turns into love...or something like it. Affection. Deep adoration.
And somewhere along the line, that itself turns physical.
You're thanking them. You're trying to show them how much you care. You want them to love you more than anyone, because they gave you a chance and a home. You need to seal the deal and do more than just "play house" with them. No matter the case, they've opened their bed to you now, as well. This could be the first time, the last time, or the millionth time, but you'll gladly take their offer.
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- ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?
- ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.
- ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any
- ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.
- ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.
- ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.
- ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.
- sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.
- sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.
- ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.
- ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.
- ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?
- ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.
- ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.
- ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is
- ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?
- ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.
- ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.
- ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.
- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.
- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.
- ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.
- ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.
- ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.
- ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.
- ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
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bakerstreet2016-03-30 08:55 am
Frank Jaeger | Metal Gear Solid | OTA
J.A.R.V.I.S. | MCU | OTA
yuu hyakuya | owari no seraph | m/m
Christian Nolan | Original Character | m/m
4/7/little bit of 9/19
There might've been a fight that night before he left, he wasn't quite sure. Wasn't quite sure of a few things anymore. A month in to the mission and a conk on the head just so right before some Akuma crushed his legs, and the redhead was out of commission. There wasn't room at the Order to house all those that were injured, so the Finders had taken him to Christian's place, Lavi having listed it as an alternative safe house for himself. That of course was months ago, and while recovery was quick, the rehabilitation into walking again was going slower than he wished.
Which was why he was in the kitchen now, leaning heavily against the counter, as he quietly peels some potatoes for the dinner that he's cooking. The scents slowly permeate the house with the spices he's thrown in, a chicken roasting in the oven, and a few other things in various spots of preparation. He's focusing right now on the potatoes though, his focus only being able to do one thing at a time now. It was maddening. Lavi doesn't even notice Christian coming back from walking Flynn in the park where they'd met until he feels the heat from the mark on his collarbone flare enough to tell him the other has wandered nearer again.
"You're back early," though really they'd been gone longer than they normally were. Time was hard to focus on now too. All in all it was probably why the old man had let him go, he wasn't useful anymore as an apprentice. Much less a fully fledged Bookman. As for being an Exorcist... Well, the damn hammer hadn't given up in him yet. That much was certain. In any case, Lavi just hoped that Christian would allow him to finish despite him not really being allowed on his feet for extended periods of time. And he might...have knocked a few things over trying to get to the kitchen under his own power.