Amnesiac Romance

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AMNESIAC ROMANCE

You have no idea who you are.

One day, you just woke up from the darkness, confused and alone. You barely remember your own name, much less why you're here...or where here is, even. Your own body is strange to you, and if you have some kind of power or ability, that must be frightening. Perhaps you're angry at everything so new and different, lost in this strange world you don't understand or know your own place in. Maybe you feel the need to hide away, lest you be crushed by everyone out there who is sure to hurt you.

You are so, so alone.

Only you're not. There is one person, one person who's found you and taken you in. They've shown you kindness, looking after you while you can barely look out for yourself. Out of the goodness of their heart, they've shown you things, taught you things. Most importantly, they're giving you a new sense of identity. And for that, you've begun to appreciate them. More than words can say, actually. You care for them so deeply that your heart hurts around them. Is that normal? What is this feeling? You can't imagine life without them, and leaving them- That's something you could never consider. Is this lov...

The word's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't figure it out, exactly. What you can figure out is that you want to give everything you can to the person who's done so much for them. You want to stay by their side and make them happy. You want to protect them at all costs.

So no one would blame you for getting confused when you see them with someone else or getting angry when you believe they're in danger. And certainly it's only natural for you to get frustrated when you want to tell them what you think of them, what they mean to you, and you can't figure out what to do. Perhaps following instincts will do?

One thing you know is that this bond and these emotions will never go away, not even when you learn who you are.

RULES
- This meme is for examining what happens when someone with no memories, potentially someone with powers or skills that could be dangerous at the very least, develops deep feelings for the person who's taken them in or is helping them realize their past. It can be played as awkward, adventurous, tragic, cracky, fluffy, truly romantic, or anything in between. You can play at the beginning, the part where emotions have strongly developed, or even when the amnesiac has regained their memories and must now deal with new feelings.
- Reply with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd like to play the amnesiac, the caretaker/help, or both.
- The role of caretaker does not have to always be beneficial. Maybe they caused this condition in the first place so the other character would be dependent, loving, and loyal towards them.
- Reply to others and play.

Comments

Saya Masaki | Neon Sign Amber | m/m

[gyaruo]

[ Either role! Leaning more towards the caretaker though. Okay with assumed CR. Feel free to PM me to fill me in on details. ]

Jemma Simmons | Marvel's Agents of SHIELD | OTA

[technicallysmarter]

((Probably a better caretaker but open to either!))

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | ota

[nippinatyournose]

[The caretaker. Cross-canon/medium welcome, happy to AU into other universes!]

Nakajima Atsushi | Bungou Stray Dogs | OTA

[gekkajuu]

[Either role!]

Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA

[tiltheend]

[The perfect meme for him! Amnesiac, obviously. Civil War spoilers possible.]

[jakkuorphan]

[Would you be interested in a Rey?]

roxas ( kingdom hearts )

[aboy]

[amnesiac works well for him but not against being a caretaker.]

General Hux • Star Wars: TFA

[firstorders]

[Castmates only for this meme, please. Romance is probably only going to happen if he's the amnesiac because he's not very shippy otherwise.]

[notallren]

"You asked for my input," Ben said tersely as he poured a pot of caf into a durasteel mug before passing it off and continuing, "It's not off the table."

General Organa set down the proffered caf, tapped her datapad and brought a kinesthetic display in faint holographic blue before tacking it to a wall screen. Biotelemetry read outs scrolled past before she highlighted a series of jagged spikes that even a casual observer would recognize as abnormal. She jabbed an index finger in response.

"You want to tell me that's normal?" Her voice had a cool edge to it that didn't invite argument.

Ben was unmoved, "I didn't say normal I said stable."

Leia opened her mouth with her argument already prepared before her son cut her off.

"Listen," He began while stirring blue milk into his caf until it was the same off grey color of the domed anonymous plaster walls of the Resistance bunker.

"Brain isn't concerned with the truth - it's a survival engine first and only. Know why you don't see your own nose in front of your face? You do but your brain just filters it out as unnecessary data clogging up the simultaneous movement of both eyes. Self-deception to promote a smoother running machine."

There was a lull as they both took advantage of cooled caf to let caffeine engender more agreeable moods and clearer heads.

"All of this," Ben waved his hand absently at the data stream, "Is just one more human brain that could already be classified as agnosiac: Just as if not even more effective without all the useless feedback."

Leia looked on at her prodigal son with the hint of a smile that almost connoted amusement, "And when did you become an expert in neurology?"

"When I started taking minds apart," Ben said mildly. That got her to stop smiling. "Give me an hour with him." He added and already moved to the door. Leia cut him off.

"Ben-"

Ben did not relent.

"I'm the one who shot down his shuttle," He still didn't know how to feel about that, "and I'm the one the one who advocated to let your people do such deliberate violence to his head to keep him alive. The burden of responsibility is on me what happens now. So I am imploring you to let me handle this. Because you'll need him, and we both know it."

His mother crossed her arms and her shoulders hiked up with a long-suffering sigh twenty years in the making before she stepped aside.

"One hour."

"Two."

"Ben."

"One and a half." He countered before escaping through the heavy concrete door into the closed off medical wing. Not leaving much room for argument as the metal latch caught with a quiet snap behind him.

The room was sterile and uniformly white save for the black, one-way mirror that dominated the far wall. The man in the bed was awake and alert with bright green eyes flickering up from a datapad to meet his when Ben's approach made a noticeable stir in the otherwise silent room.

"Comfortable?" Ben asked somewhat awkwardly while smoothing his hands over the dark fabric of his pants pocket. He took a seat beside the bed, hands flat on his knees in a posture that spoke something inoffensive and non-threatening as he could muster.

"Haven't seen you in a couple days," He went on as though the man in the bed was an old friend he was catching up with and not someone he betrayed and later shot out of the sky to drag his amnesiac carcass onto the enemy's doorstep, "How are you feeling?"

Agent North Dakota • Red vs Blue

[agentnorth]

[ooc: I'm good with playing out either role for this and will AU this up like a mofo if needs be.]

[hatesgoodbyes]

“He’s awake”

The voice called out over the room and woke her as well. She sat up, too quick for sore over tensed muscles, she’d be paying for that later. Later.

First things first, she shouldered her way past the medics and dropped to one knee. The armor made a solid thud that was entirely too loud in the hushed medical bay. Armored gloves reached out and then she caught sight of them, normally it wasn’t an issue but with him there outside of his own suit it seemed too much.

Hastily she scrabbled at the latches that held the gloves in place and cast them aside at her feet. Her skin tingled, how long had it been since she’d taken off the suit without the prep and techs there to work on it? She looked at her own skin through that gilded screen of her helmet. Oh, right that too. She went through the motions with a numbness and took a deep lungful of air once she sat the helmet down. She’d been kept at a steady temperature by the suit, and by Omega. Everything was contained and optimal. The suit was safe, this…this was the opposite. But she owed him this much.

“Hey,” A voice that sounded thin and soft without her modulator was hard for her to recognize as her own. “Can’t sleep all day soldier.” She gently rocked his shoulder and waited for him to turn to her. There were going to be a lot of apologies here and she wasn’t good at that. The medics said there could be some traumatic damage, but he was healthy in other respects. They just had to hope for the best.

dave strider | homestuck | ota

[parodeity]

[ either role is fine, aus or crosscanon or assumed cr are all chill ]

Tex/Allison Tex/Allison - RvB (AUs always enjoyed) OTA

[hatesgoodbyes]

This is going to go so well

[memory_unlocked]

Working with Carolina had honestly given him a new perspective on things and while he knew the day was coming when it was going to end, because he could feel himself weakening, he was going to do his damnedest to at least help however he could.

Running into Felix and Locus at the temple with the true warrior test thing? More or less expected, but this though?

Another person joining them in a painfully familiar suit of armor?

Had his normal blue color flaring red as his gaze settled on the armor he knew so well and the flare of rage was enough to bring Omega to the surface, even if he'd been controlling him well enough to that point.

"Fuck." It's out before he can stop it. "Tex? How the fuck did he get you back?" The Director had erased all of it. He'd /fucking/ sent her on to rest and closed that door himself. But there she was.

Standing there staring at them and something inside him twisted, Epsilon about to step out of Carolina when her voice brings him up short, snaps him back to reality. And then they're gone, leaving the mercenaries and Tex there, because they have to keep them from finding the sword.

But it's not where his mind is now and even though Carolina manages to talk him down, now that he knows, he has to do something about it. Which is how it starts.

He leaves Carolina that night, though, talking Caboose into taking a walk with him and it becomes almost routine for him to do this. Caboose of course loves it, but Epsilon?

Is half hoping to run across her, and even if there's a fight, at least Caboose isn't totally defenseless.

He'd ended it. He'd fucking laid her to rest twice already and why the hell DID people keep bringing her back?

Lady Sif - MCU - OTA AUs welcome

[warrior_she]

Lily Evans/Potter - Harry Potter - OTA

[gifted_witch]

elena fisher | uncharted | m/f

[tearsinajar]

[ open to either or role ]

sam anders ( battlestar galactica )

[andreios]

( open to playing either role. )

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[missionreport]

Epsilon | Red vs Blue

[memory_unlocked]

[Probably the amnesiac, lbr. ]

Sameen Shaw | Person of Interest | Canonmates

[shawtgun]

[Definitely the amnesiac(midway through s4 for latest canon point)]

[symbiosys]

[How about we mix both of our canon points? Maybe Samaritan messed with her memory and Shaw doesn't remember anything, and Root takes her in somewhere during the ep 5x04 timeline? (No spoilers, I promise!)]

wanda | age of ultron & civil war

[trance]

[ fits more naturally into the non-amnesiac role, but player has no pref. both sound like fun. shipping preferences. ]

[sugary]

[ the bakery is small and has enough selection for cakes that it is usually populated with girls and couples looking for gifts. she doesn't envy them, but geum-ja wishes to remember why it nags on her brain whenever a girl buys a cake for her birthday. she doesn't remember. something in her tells her that this is kinder, maybe, but there is a more vicious hornet that claws inside of her skull that tells her this is also unacceptable.

in the wake that followed the destruction of new york - a more recent one by some superpowered individuals in the news, she doesn't particularly understand, but then again, who does - geum-ja lived a quiet life baking cakes and decorating them. she lived alone, in an apartment, and entertained no guests. in the beginning she spoke to no-one. after the destruction, and the time spent re-building things, she feels the need to talk to anyone. she's not the only one who came out of the accident with injuries, but what she would like to know is if anyone else came out of this with a sense of frustration and rage.

her hands are steady as she makes the florets on the surface. when the bell rings, she glances to the door to look at the customer. her face looks familiar. she wonders if this is supposed to be comforting. ]

Good morning.

How may I help you today?

Natalia Romonova - Marvel 616 (AUs welcome) OTA

[natalia_romanova]

[Either side is fine]

levi ackerman, ATTACK ON TITAN.

[dismissed]

[ m/m preferred. either role. ]

jessica jones / mcu

[wjd]

[ ooc: either role is fine. completely ota - cross canon and assumed cr are a-okay. ]

[jurisdevil]

[Would you be interested in something with Matt where Jessica loses her memories?]

washington | rvb

[sixth]

[ Either role is fine! ]

Medusa - Marvel Comics - OTA

[goodhairday]

Ranma Saotome | Ranma 1/2 | OTA

[boy2girl]

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist (manga)

[ambergoldeyes]