Devotion

[hydrates]

DEVOTION They showed you kindness, perhaps in a way you'd never seen before, perhaps in a way you can never repay. But you're trying; in exchange, you're offering your loyalty, for how much or how little that's worth. For them, you'd do anything: you'd fight, you'd protect, you'd be their right hand or their biggest advocate, if they needed it and you can offer it. As long as you get to stay by their side, it doesn't matter. So, you certainly don't have to worry about your bond surpassing what you have now or becoming romantic, do you? That will just get in your way of being there for them. Since you've only got their best interest at heart, it won't bother you if someone else were to pursue them... ...right? As long as you get to stay by their side. As long as you get to fight for them. As long as they need you. Comment with your character, preference, and desired part. Reply to others. Play!

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Thorin | The Hobbit (Films) | ota

[oakenshielded]

((Either role is fine for Thorin. Castmates and non-castmates welcome. Happy to play m/m or m/f if things go in that direction.))

rey ( star wars )

[sandraised]

Jakob | Fire Emblem Fates | Open

[gentilitea]

[ Open to all partner/child configurations for the canon familiar, though I play largely from Birthright route. ]

[burdenedheart]

Now more than ever, Kamui needed Joker. After the death of Queen Mikoto, he'd lost himself to rage, to the dragon blood coursing through his veins. His ability to speak was all but lost, followed by the muddling of his conscious mind. He listened to instruction well enough, but he'd still become more beast than human.

Even so, Kamui was still not an early riser. Having a pen to call his own not far from the wyvern stables, he stayed curled up in the bedding, long limbs tucked closely to his body and his tail wrapped around him, his senses let him know that someone was nearby.

But it wasn't important. Just a few more winks...

hellooooo gray waves~

[gentilitea]

The news had come as a profound shock to everyone—Joker especially, who, after recovering more quickly than most, had immediately taken charge of the situation and called for arrangements to be made while his master recuperated. He was grateful for the help of both Lilith and Lady Azura, although all of the fantastic events prior to their new arrangements had taken a bit of…adjusting to.

Nevertheless, there was no mistaking it. This creature was none other than his Lord Kamui, and he needed Joker’s services now more than ever.

He stopped at the entrance to his pen as if he were standing at the door to Kamui’s personal quarters in the Northern Fortress—a place now as distant and foreign to him as the depths of the Bottomless Canyon.

“My lord,” he began, keeping his voice carefully composed. There was none of the old rituals here—none of Flora and Felicia’s ice magic, and Lord Kamui in his new shape had yet to profess any sort of desire as to his morning tea…

“Please, wake up. The day awaits you. As…always.”

[burdenedheart]

The Astral Plane was certainly useful for this, to keep Kamui out of sight of prying eyes.

Hearing Joker's voice, Kamui lifted his head in reply, and, aware that it was a positive sound, stood up and nudged the swinging door open with his face. His head remained lowered, leaving him better at eye level (well, whatever passed for his eyes) with his butler.

In answer, the dragon let out a sleepy rumble, huffed, and began to gently nose (again, whatever passed for it on his featureless skull) at Joker's body in an attempt to find food.

For now, human words continued to elude him.

[gentilitea]

To Joker’s credit—he did not flinch, although he’d had to train himself rigorously on that account. It wasn’t as if he was terrified—Lord Kamui was still Lord Kamui, despite his more exciting shape—but he did not know how to address dragons, how to treat them, comfort them, serve them…

Even now he was still learning. Even now he ached to touch his master, to stroke his head and feel his antlers and wonder at a time when he’d had to clean a much more human face or to outfit a much more human body in battered armor, for yet another day’s spar with Prince Xander. The contours of that dragon’s body recalled to his mind the familiar sinews of his master’s physique—though to be sure, they were now considerably more…spread out. And belonging to a creature that—while still his master—was also an emotionally unstable beast.

“You’ll be wanting breakfast, I imagine,” he continued, in an attempt at some cheerfulness.

“Not to worry, milord, I have taken the liberty of hunting down a bear this morning. I would never come to you empty handed.”

Setting the meat on the feeding trough was simple enough. It was much harder to stay and watch, recalling a time when he would set a plate of Lord Kamui’s favorite meals before him, his heart swelling at every little compliment he received.

[burdenedheart]

More of that familiar voice, that familiar face - with what limited vision Kamui retained in this shape. He watched his every move, noisily snuffling as he caught the scent of the meat.

More food. His head followed the motion, but then walked past it, knuckles lightly scuffling against the ground as he slowly approached Joker. He remembered this scent; this person always brought him food, and made this place for him to sleep in.

Completely breaking the distance between them, Kamui lowered his head, slowly opening his mouth, and licked at his hand with his long tongue. Admittedly, it was the one that had handled the meat, but it was, undoubtedly, a gesture of affection. Well, if the noisy, rumbling noise he was making, and the deliberate manner in which he licked, and did not let a single tooth come into contact with him, said anything about it.

[gentilitea]

“M—Milord?” He couldn’t help that note of alarm creeping into his voice when he realized that Kamui was somehow deviating from established patterns—then again, one could already consider his transforming into a dragon a very grave deviance from established patterns.

Still.

Though his body remained steady and poised as had been beaten into him by that damnable old man Gunter, he could not help but feel his heart leap up his throat when an unfamiliar mouth brushed against his hand and a still stranger tongue dragged across his unarmored fingers. And that noise…quite unlike anything he’d heard so far…

Even now he was learning more and more about his master with each day. He felt something stirring within him as he took in the gravity of the gesture, and promptly removed his hand from that expectant mouth to run it over that thick ridge that marked Kamui’s jawline, stroking it carefully.

“Please.” He couldn’t help that audible hitch in his voice this time around. “Please, Lord Kamui, a lowly servant like me hardly seems deserving of your affection…!”

[burdenedheart]

The return of gesture prompted an even louder rumble, his head tilting heavily into his hand.

Such a familiar voice. It felt so much like wading through deep waters, with the surface so far away. But he could still hear Joker clearly. Playfully, he let his tongue roll out in order to curl it around his companion's wrist.

Sensations filled him, though he had forgotten what to do with them. A muted mess of his voice rumbled out of him - different from the growls, in the sense that it was distinctly human - but still sounding akin to a growl all the same.

Further still, deviating from his usual behavior, he lifted up one foreleg in order to try to push Joker down. It was... decidedly gentle, compared to how he'd attacked Azura before when her song didn't change anything.

[gentilitea]

“Eh?” Had his master somehow acquired a taste for human flesh? It was not entirely out of the question judging from the aggression he’d displayed after Queen Mikoto’s death. Hadn’t Lady Azura been nearly a victim?

Still, it wasn’t as if he’d ever object to dying in the service of his master…

He knelt, allowing his master to push him as low as he pleased. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, truly, only that Lord Kamui wanted for something and Joker was frantically attempting to interpret his needs without much effect. Closing his eyes, he let the oddly pleasant rumble from his master wash over him.

“Do with me as you will.”

kadaj ( final fantasy )

[soubas]

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

Jessie Reynolds/OC/OTA

[jrey]

The Dag // Mad Max: Fury Road // OTA

[encroachingvexation]

louis de pointe du lac ( vampire chronicles )

[languishing]

( m/m preferred for shipping. )

Peter Parker | Amazing Spiderman | OTA

[spideyguy]

For Wade Wilson | Beaarthur

[spideyguy]

Let's get one thing straight: Peter wasn't stupid. He knew when Wade was acting strange, despite all attempts to prove to Peter that he wasn't. He was up late doing whatever on his computer, and he kept giving Peter these looks. There was something going on, and Peter hoped it happened sooner rather than later, because he had a term paper coming up in a month and he really didn't want to have to try and clean up Wade's inevitable mess simultaneously.

Peter honestly didn't know what to think about the situation. Did Wade seriously think Peter wouldn't notice his unusual secretiveness? He had super hearing, he could hear the hushed phone calls to someone who sounded like Weasel (Peter had never met the guy, but he was the only other person Wade ever talked to on his phone, so). The real clue came when Peter called Wade out on the secret phone call and Wade threw his phone, mid-conversation, out the window.

"Okay," Peter set their Chinese dinner down with a thump. Wade seemed even more anxious right now than he had two days ago, and Peter's had about enough. "It's been like two weeks - what the hell is going on, Wade? And don't tell me it's nothing, I can hear you lying!"

[beaarthur]

Now Wade was usually okay at being stealthy, but even if he tried his hardest to be stealthy around Peter, it was like he always knew. Honestly he wasn't doing a good job this time. He was just so excited at the thought of going away on a trip with Peter that he would spend hours doing all this research and then just look at his boyfriend and start daydreaming about sitting under the open sky with him. Yes, Wade was a bucket of mush. Seriously. He was just excited about the possibilities.

It was pretty great. He basically harassed begged Clint to watch NYC for a weekend, so he had that covered now. Weasel helped him figure out a good spot to set up. It was a five hour drive north, but it was far away and there was a lake, so he was happy. He just wanted a romantic getaway, okay! And this was perfect. Peter was a city boy, so the quiet of nature would be good for him. Maybe. Mostly Wade wanted to share a sleeping bag with him under the stars. And then get freaky in said sleeping bag.

The phone was being tracked by the feds, okay. Or at least that's what he tried to convince Peter.

Wade was demolishing a crab rangoon when he heard the thump. Uh oh. He was finally backed into a corner. "What's going on? The fall of the United States? The only choices we have for the presidency are douchebag or slightly darker, toupee-wearing douchebag. I just have so many feelings." He swallowed his food, batting his non-existent eyelashes at Peter.

[spideyguy]

In Wade's defense, Peter was a) very much head over heels for him so be b) did a lot of Wade-observing in his spare time and c) was very paranoid. Not about Wade, necessarily, but his best friend had injected himself with an unstable serum and tried to kill him (and succeeded in killing his girlfriend). A little paranoia was understandable.

"Wade," Oh no. There it is. His scary-calm-voice. You're fucked, Wade Winston Wilson, and not in a fun way (don't tell him they're all fun ways, he can make sure it's not). "I have an extraordinary amount of patience. I really, truly do. And you mean a lot to me. But I'm tired, and you're being beyond shady."

"Now you have about five seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on, or I will kick you out of my apartment." Peter picked up his fork and speared a piece of orange chicken to brandish at Wade, one eyebrow raised. "Your choice."

[beaarthur]

Wade completely understood why Peter was paranoid. He was just trying to not make him paranoid in the first place and was failing miserably.

He swallowed hard at the sound of the voice. Well fuck. "But Peter -- " He started, reaching out toward his boyfriend with a sad look on his face. It was supposed to be a surprise and they only had to make it to the weekend! Shit. Now that he thought about it, a surprise probably wasn't a good idea for Peter anyway. He just needed to be upfront. Maybe secretly he was scared that Peter wouldn't want to go on the trip with him and that was why he was waiting until the last minute.

"Okay. Fine." He pouted, crossing his arms. "Look. I may havesetupavacationforuspleasegowithme." The words came out in a jumble, his eyes squeezed shut as he said them.

[spideyguy]

Wade was excited, it was understandable. They'd get over it together.

He looked sad for a second, and Peter wasn't sure what to do with that. What was going on? It bothered him that he was coming up blank with even them most wild of scenarios.

"Um." Okay, he's still trying to process that one. His brow scrunched, trying to play back Wade's words in a way that made audible sense. His tension dissipated, however, and Peter reached over to touch Wade's hand, hoping to coax him into opening his eyes. "...can you repeat that? You set up what?"

[beaarthur]

"I said that I set up a vacation for us. And please go with me." Wade took a deep breath, trying to push down his worries. Now he was starting to feel bad. Would Peter actually leave the city with him? Maybe this was a little too far-fetched after all. "I thought if we went camping for the weekend that it'd be good for you." And me. But he wasn't going to say that.

No, he wasn't doing anything creepy. He was just being a big, dumb sap. And now Peter knew it all.

[spideyguy]

"You set up a vacation." Peter repeated, suddenly and swiftly dumbstruck. Wait, really? Wade would do that for him? Peter kept his grip on Wade's hand, blinking at him in polite confusion. "...you want to go camping?" Okay, you're throwing him all kinds of curveballs tonight, Wade, woah.

"...why is that?" Did he seem like he needed to go camping? What constituted a need to go camping, anyway? Peter managed a smile, squeezing Wade's hand. "That's - I mean it's - thank you for telling me. Sorry. I feel like an idiot now I thought - I don't know what I thought, but I was getting worried."

[beaarthur]

"Yeah." Wade looked down, not wanting to make eye contact because then he would be able to read Peter. He would understand what he wasn't saying verbally and Wade was scared of what he would see. So it was easier not to look at all. "Yes. I want to go camping with you."

"Why?" Really, Peter? Jesus. Wade really started to get uncomfortable now. Shit. "You know. One of those nights I stayed over at your place. You said that you had never seen a lake. I told you I'd remedy it and I didn't forget. So this is me trying to... remedy it? I want to spend time with you." He was trying really hard not to show the fact that he remembered basically everything that Peter said to him. If he wasn't feeling vulnerable, he would've straight up told Peter it was the night they first got physical. But that was too much vulnerability for him right then. Wade was way more sentimental than he ever liked to admit.

"I already got your precious city covered. Hawkeye is going to watch NYC while you're gone. I really went all out." He tried to laugh it off.