Secretly Sweet

[cutenonny]

Secret, Selectively Sweet No one would peg you as a "nice" person because, really, you're not. To most, you're prickly, and that's probably putting it mildly. Except in one case. One special person has you wrapped around their little finger. Whether you try to hide it or go all out, around them, you're a total goober. Do they know how you feel about them? Do you? Doesn't matter. You're still showing them a side you never had before, and all the sugar normal people spread around you pour on one, solitary person. You'll do anything to make them happy; they may not realize it, but you'd do exactly as they ask. Comment with your character, preferences, and what role you'd like to play. Reply to others. Thread.

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Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: I gotta. Either / or. Always up for discussion.]

Nathan Drake | Uncharted | m/f for romance, sweet bro friendship welcome!

[sketchycharacter]

[lbr he's totally the secretly sweet one]

petre ( oc )

[broil]

[seemerolling]

[Hey there! Your character is amazing & I'd love to toss my humanized version of BB-8 at you. I can AU into your setting if you'd like. Let me know if you're interested & we can figure out a plot!]

Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens || F/M

[talentedscavenger]

[ooc: Up for either or. ]

Alec Lightwood - TMI/Shadowhunters - M/M

[angelic_archer]

(ooc: OTA but cast mates loved))

Prof. James Moriarty | Sherlock/ACD EU | OTA

[greatestschemer]

[James needs his one person to be "nice" to.]

OOC

[fallenfirebender]

[ I have a headcanon 'verse for later in Azula's life, when she's appx 26 years old, and a method from her canon for launching her into different universes. Wanna roll with it, or too weird? ]

Re: OOC

[greatestschemer]

I'm not super familiar with the canon, but if that's forgivable, I'm easy with just about anything.

OOC

[fallenfirebender]

[ I'm not either. I mean, I know the character, but not this particular show's interpretation of the character. But memes are for tagging people you'd never otherwise tag. Whee! ]

[fallenfirebender]

Azula's life had been a series of ups and downs, from the day she'd been born until the day she'd met James. She'd been born a princess, but she'd been born to a highly dysfunctional family--her mother hated her existence, and her father wanted her only so that he had a disposable pawn to use to further his ambitions. Neither of them had shown her any love.

Despite that, she had risen above, and even thrived. She was successful, training as a warrior and a princess, juggling both jobs effortlessly before setting aside her crown to go to war and defend her people. That was the way she'd seen it, anyway. Unfortunately, some clever controlling of the truth had seen her fighting to uphold a violent, oppressive regime that was responsible for the genocide of an entire civilisation and was greedy for more.

Good had prevailed in the end, and that had seen the princess fall from grace in the most explosive way. It had shaken her so hard that her sanity had actually fractured, and she had lost herself to hallucinations and paranoia that took years to heal. But by the time she'd reclaimed her mind, the damage to her image had been done. Everyone in the entire world considered her evil, insane, and violent.

She prayed nightly to the Spirits for a chance to start over, a chance to live without such an oppressive reputation pressing down upon her. And one evening in the year she'd turned twenty six years old, those omnipotent beings from her world decided to give her exactly what she'd asked for. She was taken away from the Fire Nation, from everything she knew at all, and deposited in the home of Professor Moriarty, whether he wanted her there or not.

She had a feeling that, in the beginning, he really hadn't wanted her there at all.

But that had been a few years ago now. She was thirty one, and she knew exactly what his feelings on her were. She was his one weak point, and he was hers. Both of them were quite prickly people, but when they were alone together, the walls came down. The yo-yo effect of her life had finally settled down again, too. While she was hardly on top of the world as a princess any more, she was at least settled in a home with someone she loved and taking medication for the hallucinations, and after having hit rock bottom too many times that was plenty enough for her.

She found him that evening on the couch, and without invitation she settled beside him, then shifted so her head was in his lap. Her body temperature was a bit warmer than the average human's given her ability to control fire, and she knew that made her a fine blanket for cuddling on the sofa of an evening.

"What are you doing?" she asked innocently, trying to take his hand and tug his arm around herself.

[greatestschemer]

Having Azula around wasn't very much different than having a cat. When one was attempting to read quietly, one had to deal with a head thrust under their book, and noises made for attention. There was very little that James did these days, other than tending his criminal empire. He had his hobbies, as one does, but most of his day was completely cerebral. Azula, in both her affection and her need for care, provided him with something to anchor him.

It was why she was allowed such liberties as invading his personal space at a whim.

James sighed, lifting his book and resting his elbow on the couch. "I am attempting to read Poe. Again." His hand smoothed automatically over her hair, his fingertips brushing the strands away from her face and neck.

[fallenfirebender]

"Read it to me?" she asked, nuzzling into his touch. She rather liked being his cat, cuddling innocently into his lap for warmth and affection.

But when he needed someone to 'disappear' then her claws would come out. She had kept up with her physical training regimen, and having a control over fire that was considered impossible in this world was incredibly helpful for covering her tracks. Anyone who threatened him could be reduced to cinders in a matter of minutes.

Unless he specifically wanted them left alive to toy with.

"You know I love to hear your voice. You speak like a god among men." She stretched a bit, wiggling closer to him and making sure to show off her body, if he would only look away from the pages.

[lionhearted_girl]

(ooc: Molly thought you were nice at one time. Could go back to that time. Or something else entirely since in my mind her loyalties are a little divided.)

OoC

[greatestschemer]

Oooh. Come to the dark side, Molls. It's more fun over here.

[lionhearted_girl]

Gave him a bloodpack to go along with what he assured her were blanks. Jim, a rather well dressed Jim, played dead on the rooftop. On duty in the morgue, filling in while other 'real surgeons' took the 9 to 5 hours, Molly was the one assigned to his 'corpse'. Except, who was left behind after Sherlock jumped wasn't Jim. For a few minutes they were both alive pretending to be dead in her space. First one retrieved by his brother, both of them getting a good look at the the dead lookalike...twin. The real Jim had found his way out using the old tunnels that ran under Barts, along with a man with a suitcase that she figured wasn't clothes.

Walking to the tube late that night, because of course she had finished her double shifts, a car crept alongside the sidewalk and came up even with her. Couldn't have been Sherlock, because she had suggested they mail him out of the country with an oxygen tank and had exchanged paperwork for a corpse that was due to be shipped to France. There was only one other person who might like to talk to her after the supposedly disastrous day. Except everyone had lived, nobody ended up in the morgue to stay...thought it was the best ending to a bad situation. Not that Sherlock had ever said what any of it was for, except her being his way out. Another task given without a reason why. Jim had at least explained.

[greatestschemer]

There were necessary evils, even, or perhaps, especially, in the running of a criminal empire. Lives lost, fortunes squandered, and occasionally, innocents were hurt. He'd played a crueler game this time around, out of sheer need to hook Sherlock's attention, and those who had nothing to do with either of them had been hurt. Some had even died. Unfortunate, but necessary. Nothing he would lose sleep about.

He rather thought it drove home his point, in the moments before Sherlock's publicized suicide. When getting into positions such as theirs, there was a certain amount of risk for everyone they meet, and exponentially so for anyone they deigned to care of. Every game had its cost, and this particular one was no exception.

James had not expected to like Molly Hooper as much as he did. She was clever, earnest in her way, and sweetly accommodating. Even to those who did not deserve it. She did have a type, however. He'd thought that if she'd just turn her blade one way or the other, if she decided to be a force of justice or fall completely the opposite way, she might just get what she was looking for. Instead, she had been dancing around the middle, hoping not to be overlooked.

He couldn't say he hadn't used her, in his way. Yet, that was the difference between James Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes. He took care of what he deemed his.

He didn't get out of the car. The driver did, once the car had pulled to the curb, circling around to open the door for her. "Ma'am," he'd said, touching his hat.

X | Mega Man X Series

[maverickhunterx]

i hope this works....

[devilrush]

[ it was difficult for vava to truly connect with others on an emotional level, largely due to circumstances out of his control. the coding in his brain was flawed heavily, oftentimes to the detriment of his peers, as it affected them just as much as it affected him. those who dealt with vava assumed he simply didn't care about his flawed emotional capacity, given how violent and snide he could be. but the truth of the matter was that it did bother him. being unable to empathize pulled focus onto all that was wrong with him. someone who prided himself on perfection didn't enjoy displaying such a distinct flaw.

x seemed to shine even more light on vava's shortcomings, in more ways than just their different potentials. x was so emotional, it bordered on laughable. and vava did laugh about it, at times. it was ridiculous to him. it angered him, even. there were times where vava wanted to strangle the shorter hunter, watch the light flicker out of his optics until he was nothing but a husk of metal and wiring and bone.

then there were the times that vava wondered about the things he was missing out on. would his life be more fulfilling if he could grasp empathy easier? he didn't like thinking about it. it wasn't something he could fix right? it was why he didn't talk about it to anyone, even if it itched on his tongue, begged to be brought to the forefront. it was humiliating. he sat at one of the tables in the mess hall, chin propped in his palm as he stared off at nothing. he could vaguely see x in the short distance from his seat, talking to some other hunters idly. he looked jovial, as did the rest of them... vava's eyes narrowed.

what did he have to be so happy about? ]

SORRY FOR THE TEXT WALL.

[maverickhunterx]

[X was...well.

X was difficult to grasp, even to those who knew him well. On one hand, he was strong-willed, persnickety, and work-oriented: he was always the first to assist with some cleanup mission or another, even when he spent more time than necessary tidying up the offices and editing the reports that needed sent out. Sure, human clerical workers could have done the same job, but there was something soothing about the small details -- it was possibly a holdover from being Dr. Cain's assistant, and translating his messy scrawl and haphazard filing system into something workable, so that both of them could at least get work done on a decent schedule. He was hard on himself and always did his best, even when he didn't quite have to, and was prone to overworking.

One would think that, considering these traits, he would be stone-faced, all-business, and impossible to deal with.

Except, no. He was never certain why, really; he simply felt more than others. Empathized more than was necessary; his heart was always in the right place, and his shoulder was ready in case someone needed to cry on it. Some of the rookies used him as a sounding board for their woes and worries, and he knew every one of their names, and each of their issues, treating them as the most pressing things in the world.

Easygoing, yet rule-oriented. Gentle, yet tough.

A walking contradiction: this was X at his core.]

Really, though, I'm happy for you. I knew you could do it.

[It was a rare thing when hunters lived long enough to have long-lasting relationships, especially romantic ones. It was part of the job, X knew, but when things did come to fruition, there was reason to celebrate.

One of the male navigators had come to X that afternoon as he was sipping his tea (as much as human food wasn't necessary, it was...soothing, in a way), and chatted him up about an update in the long story about himself and one of the other, female, navigators.

After coming to X plenty of times for advice -- despite his own lack of a love life. Ah, human romance guides did come in handy sometimes -- he finally asked her out, and to his delight, she'd said yes. Other hunters had poked by, hearing the animated conversation, until they were a huddle at the table, talking about nothing and everything related to the topic.

Stretching, X leaned back in his seat, and turned his head to the side.

...Huh. There was Vava, sitting over by himself.

Vava was short-tempered, and was always...not the kindest of Reploids. To say that he and X were as night and day was an understatement, though that hadn't stopped him from at least trying to strike up conversation every now and then. Maybe eventually, he'd come around.

...

Was he looking their way?

Huh.

It was hard to tell whether or not he was looking in their direction, but X shot a smile in his direction in any case, and a short wave.]

NO WORRIES

[devilrush]

[ vava could make out the smallest details in their conversation, if just by the movements of their mouths, though he wasn't particularly interested in it. his eyes flicked between the hunters that gathered around x, reviled in their cheery expressions and general attitudes. for some reason, vava found it difficult to justify being so happy or relaxed during such a tense time for them to be living in. talking about romance, of all things, was a bizarre notion. not that vava could really relate to that, anyway.

he felt himself scowl the longer he watched them, then he wondered why he was even watching in the first place. maybe a morbid curiosity fueled his desire to watch, or maybe he was just that bored. he couldn't say for certain. just one of the many things vava did with little explanation.

he was prepared to leave it at that, perhaps to even avert his attention elsewhere, when sudden movement drew his focus. it was x, and he was... waving at him? vava's eyes sharpened at the gesture, studying the way x smiled. was he being sincere, or was he being facetious? one would likely laugh at the notion of x being anything but genuine, but that was where vava's lack of understanding of emotion came into play. he knew of emotions, he had a good deal of them himself, but discerning the subtler ones from each other was a challenge at times. vava's gut reaction was to usually go with the most negative possibility, given that most of the attention he received on a regular basis was negative...

x was different, however. even if vava couldn't be sure of his intentions, something told him that the other wasn't being malicious. and somehow, that made him irritated. why would he regard vava with anything but negativity? vava straightened his posture, letting his hand drop down to rest upon the table's surface. the subtle gesture x offered was enough to alert the rest of his little group, and that was what vava had been waiting for. a few of them looked surprised, others looked annoyed or wary. no one liked to be noticed by vava, regardless of the fact that he was still a hunter, like the rest of them.

vava clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and turned his head to the side. attention didn't bother him, but it was the dissonance from it that did. being reminded of how others thought of him irritated him. ]

HELLO HERE IS ANOTHER TEXT WALL.

[maverickhunterx]

"Ugh, Vava. Figures he'd show up."

"Why's he staring at his, anyway?"

"See, look. He's turning away."

[That he was; not that it was a surprise. The moment X turned to wave, the conversation had ceased, and several Hunters shifted uncomfortably in their seats to glance over at what X was paying attention to.

And then the grumbling happened. Really, he shouldn't have been surprised: Vava was something of an...unpopular topic around the base. If the name was brought up, it was usually accompanied by some sort of expletive (usually "Damn" or "Fucking"), and some thing he'd done to ruin an otherwise effective day.

What did Zero call him...?

"A Borderline-Maverick troublemaker."

Yeah, that was it. He definitely was a troublemaker, at least, with his unnecessary aggression and his confrontational nature towards just about everyone and everything that the world threw at him. And according to what he heard from the navigators, he wasn't much of a peach to work with during missions, either. Due to his lower rank, X's contact with him in missions was far less than, say, the navigators or other hunters in his unit, but even he had to admit that their interactions with one another weren't really...the best. Really, if he had to be honest, they were less of conversations and more like waiting for the powder keg to inevitably explode.

Though to be fair, X never saw Vava talk pleasantly with anyone, nor was he really with anyone most of the time.

Come to think of it...did he even have any friends? Like, actual friends, that he could sit with, talk to, and express himself with?

If the other hunters' (understandable, really) reactions had anything to say about it, then no, no he didn't.

X frowned, and sighed.]

"I swear, you're a saint."

[X blinked, and turned to the Hunter next to him.]

Huh?

[The hunter shook his head.]

"Look, I know you're nice and all, and it's great that you're so friendly. Really. But...maybe you should let him be. He'd sooner punch you than say hi to you."

[The others nodded in agreement. X shook his head, expression downhearted.]

That's no reason to not at least say hello.

[And he left it at that. It was already his fault that the conversation turned from the previous one anyway; and from the look of things, everyone involved was uncomfortable. Vava's head was turned to the side, a few of the Hunters were shifting in their seats, and X himself felt like the elephant in the room, sitting in a chair that was too small with a tongue that felt far too big for the rest of his mouth.

(Of course, he knew that this was a psychosomatic reaction; but it affected him just the same.)

He hadn't been here too long -- less than a year -- and he'd grown accustomed to things and fit in quickly, but it was moments like this that made him feel like an outsider. Even if Vava was overly aggressive, isn't that the best time to try to talk to someone? Talk them down, perhaps get them to see things another way?

Avoiding something just because it was unpleasant was the easier response, but not the one that got anything done. That was why he joined the Hunters in the first place.

X took another sip of his tea.]

Loki • Avengers Academy

[ex_step175]

regulus black 𝗑 harry potter 𝗑 m/m

[blackno2]

Marluxia . Kingdom Hearts . ota

[numbereleven]