bakerstreet | I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase; it changed the meaning

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I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase; it changed the meaning - did you intend this?

forbidden love

 
You & I will always be
unfinished business

Relationship Type (optional)

1. Family - you're keeping it all in the family, literally.
2. Balance of Power - the other person has a higher status than you somehow.
3. Position - your position doesn't allow for you to have such compromising emotions.
4. Logistics - love from you may be impossible, dangerous...or even deadly.
5. Cheating - you're both having an affair together.
6. Caught in the middle - it's nothing you've done, but the feud going on between those you're both close to keeping you apart.
7. Other - some other type of relationship we've forgot? Want to combine? Go right on ahead!

Scenes

Sweet
1. Can't deny it - you've tried to run from your feelings for so long and you can't do it anymore. It's time that you show the object of your affection exactly how you feel. Hopefully you don't lose everything in the process!
2. First time - it's your first time making love together. Is it awkward? Do you go all out or is it spur of the moment?
3. Accidental - you didn't actually mean to confess or kiss. They overheard you or it was an accidental kiss. Maybe you were just really drunk and let it slip!
4. Close as can be - you just want to make love and you've found a spot where it's just you and your partner, however you want it to be.
5. Happily ever after - somehow, you've made it work and you're both happy together, even if it meant you had to run away together.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Angst
1. Conflict - you've just had a fight with your lover over your relationship or how you handle it. Can you find it in yourselves to forgive each other?
2. Cheated - your lover has cheated on you and you need to confront them about their reasons why and if you can work it out.
3. Found out - you've been found out by someone close to you and they're less than thrilled with your relationship.
4. Disgust - though they play along with it, they're secretly disgusted by the relationship they have with you and it finally comes out into the light.
5. Guilt - one of you is feeling guilty over your relationship, knowing it can never be truly normal or more than a secret.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Comfort
1. Soothing touch - what better way to sooth your lover than to make love to them and show them that no matter what other people say, you're not going anywhere.
2. Fight for you - whoever has found out about your relationship is trying to hurt your lover and you're not going to let them.
3. Won't let you go - you need your lover to realize that you won't let them go, no matter what.
4. Back together - you broke up for a bit, but whatever it is between you two, you can't stay apart.
5. Injured - your lover was injured because of your relationship and it's time to patch them up.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Twisted
1. Forced - you know your partner isn't interested in you like this, but you keep them going along with the relationship no matter what. Coercion, blackmail, whatever it takes.
2. Won't take no - their lips might say no, but you're not listening.
3. Control - you've given them some kind of potion to get your love interest to love you in return and they have to do whatever you say.
4. Recorded - you're not really interested in this forbidden love affair, but you must do it or you'll face some tough consequences.
5. Insult - you're cornered by those who disapprove of your relationship, hearing how filthy you are.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

Ending
1. Left alone - you woke up to your lover trying to slip away in the night because of the strain of the relationship. Do you let them go or try and fight for it?
2. Torn apart - others are keeping you apart after they found out about your relationship, giving you only minimal contact. What do you do?
3. Ending fight - the argument has turned dirty and ends with one of you storming out.
4. Parting ways - both of you have decided to part ways. It's just so much easier.
5. Always love you - though you'll always love each other, maybe it's time the relationship goes back to being strictly platonic. It would be easier... or maybe that's just how one of you feels.
6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!

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[ I love assumed CR, crossovers (♥ ♥ ♥), convoluted scenarios, combustive attraction, bickering, first time, arranged marriage AUs, culture differences, ingenue/gruff, worldly man, inhuman characters, Beauty and the Beast dynamics because duh, fairy tale/fantasy settings, magic, passionate reunions, redoing first times that didn't go so well. sneaky trysts, risk of discovery, emotions spilling out in private, and much, much more.

Ridiculously into Tolkienverse (dwarves yes pls), ASOIAF/GOT, HP (my kingdom for a Newt Scamander or Lupin), and MCU right now and equally into AUing Belle to fit in any of them, but check out my slightly embarrassing dream list of shit I'd like to play. ]

Taako was beginning to wonder if moving in with a gang family patriarch was actually a good idea.

Not that he knew much about gangs, or crime families, or the Yakuza themselves-- beyond the few members he'd met since his arrival in the world where they were even a thing, he'd barely dealt with them. Still, he'd been spending quite a lot of time with that one certain member, an oddball named Majima, and, while things had been fine, if a bit surreal, since his arrival, he'd begun to run into some problems with that association, a major one being that, if you're heard to be in close association with the family, and you can't defend yourself well...

Well, whoever the group was, they sure seemed to have it out for Majima, and they settled for the next best target for their aggression: his squishy wizard companion. They might not have known he was a real wizard, but that didn't stop them from disarming him almost immediately, his Umbra Staff ripped away and kicked out of his hands, leaving him effectively defenseless to the group attack that ensued-- beginning with a single blow to the face. It was more than enough to stagger him, and then, suddenly, there were more blows, and someone had struck at him with something bladed, and he tried to make a getaway, but there were many more of them than there were of him, and he was limping and sore, bleeding from his split lip and the gashes sliced across his body.

He finally found himself backed into a corner, and he turned to face the crowd of hostile strangers with his back pressed to the bricks, shaking.

"N-now, now, uh, fellas, I'm certain we can come to some kind of agreement he--"

Something blunt struck him in the face and he collapsed, winded.

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He'd gotten the call between rounds in the S... well, Purgatory. (Damn, some habits die hard.) He had to be reminded once or twice who was who, because sometimes it's hard to get back in your own skin when you've essentially been blissfully hulking out in a cage with other hulks for hours on end. Everyone had their vices here. And apparently Taako had yet to find his. Safely, anyway.

Majima had muttered and grumbled his way from the ring to the locker room through the bridgeway up the stairwell to the park outside, where he went silent as he slipped into the bushes to don the mask and find his new targets. Not a single idiot in this district - even some of those in his own family - could manage to remember that of all places where the walls had eyes, the parks had the most. Then again, given the nature of the eyes, it was probably better that way.

Still, though. Fucking morons.

He scowled at the scene he found, swallowing an instinctive snarl. That was his puny foreigner. He was reluctantly learning from Kiryu that you were supposed to share your toys, but only with people who wouldn't be assholes and break them. It was a good thing Kiryu was just almost impossible to break now, but it was stupid how flimsy the hidden ways to break a person could be. Little girls and little wizards, respectively, had no business wandering the streets alone. Not 'til they could really fight, at least.

By the time Taako knew what had hit him, he wouldn't quite be able to figure out what had hit that, in turn. What looked like a bloodbath happened in a matter of seconds. One of his assailants was hauled bodily into the shrubbery nearby, legs convulsing in time with the meaty thuds coming from behind the branches. A fearsome apparition then vaulted from that spot and launched itself into two more men, shoving them together and knocking them down like dominos. With a metallic flash, they grunted and gurgled. One managed to start crawling away as the figure rounded on the last two, dropping to the ground and darting between them. One lost his balance and toppled over, his head suddenly and brutally sandwiched between the concrete and a rather familiarly stylish shoe. The last man standing was skewered on someone's knife and kicked face first into the ground. The figure rose to its full height, and the ones left awake whimpered, trying to move away.

It scoffed and turned to loom over Taako. Anyone with half a brain could see who it was under that mask, but luckily for Majima, there was just a sliver shy of half a brain split between most of the hooligans around town. He didn't speak at first, simply bending to pluck the battered elf off the pavement and carry him away from the scene.

After a couple of detours, they ducked into one of the tents in the encampment of homeless folk living in the park. Taako was laid on a cot, and Majima made a tsk sound as he pulled the mask off and readjusted his eyepatch.

"What'd I tell ya, dumbass? If you wanna fuck around outside, get the thing I gave ya to push the button on and get one of my boys to go with ya. It ain't your kinda fairy tale around here. Hold still." He reached into a musty box and retrieved a first aid kit, frowning and squinting at Taako to assess the damage.

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"Listen..." Taako began his protest weakly, frowning at being scolded like he wasn't a grown elf who knew exactly what he was getting into-- though it fell a bit flat when he shifted a bit on the cot and winced visibly as he jostled one of his fresh wounds. Which one would be... difficult to ascertain; by the look of it, he'd gained quite a lot of shallow, small wounds, but nothing that would be too terribly dangerous unless left untreated for a while.

Well. He was bleeding pretty decently from some of the lacerations, though.

"Hff. Okay, listen, I can fucking incinerate people, like... ordinarily, I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much." He tried to frown pointedly at Majima, but his face was sore and bruised and his busted lip was bleeding down his chin, and it honestly only succeeded in looking pathetic.

"Yeah, you were doin' a real good job of all that. I was mesmerised," he deadpanned, pawing through the meagre supplies in the kit. This was the kind of situation he was afraid of. He didn't know what kind of medical shit worked on elves, if anything on his planet could. There was no way in hell he was bringing Taako to a clinic. He'd seen enough sci-fi movies to know where that would go. He would have considered calling Nishida to bring him something from the pharmacy a few blocks south, but the kind of shit he was used to was for... who knew what the equivalent of people like him was where Taako came from. Fighters. What he drank between rounds underground or on the streets was helpful, but it could only do so much, and was worthless for anything but the taste to people who didn't maintain a fighting physique. Which still wasn't saying much, because most of it tasted terrible.

He frowned at the small rolls of tape, gauze, and bandages available, glancing between them and the wounds presented to him. With a sigh, he shrugged off the tuxedo jacket and started unbuttoning the dress shirt beneath it to use as something to wipe some of the blood away with so he could at least get started with some antiseptic.

"You're a mage anyway," he muttered in the process of that. "Ain't ya got healing spells or somethin'?" It hadn't occurred to him yet that the staff was still out there, or that Taako was more of a black mage than a white one.

(but that was a DIFFERENT video game, dumbass)

"Listen, they got my fuckin'... catalyst or what-have-you away from me, like. They don't train you for that at wizard school." Not that he remembered ever having gone to wizard school; he'd picked up his magic from the streets, learning a little along to aid his cooking, and then to defend himself. Still, he'd never needed to defend himself without it before-- or at least not since he was about a hundred years younger.

He stripped his own top off, wincing when the fabric stuck to his wounds; there was already some deep bruising beginning to blossom over his dark skin, and moving at all made him ache.

... and then Majima questioned him about healing, and he raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, I'm a wizard, homie, not a cleric. We don't really... do healing."

Majima snorted as he loosened his bow tie, tucking the shirt collar down under it so he could finish pulling the shirt off. The less he had to put back on when he was done, the better. (Nobody ever bothered pointing out the fallacies of that, so his logic was as good as undeniable.)

"The fuck's a catalyst, anyway? Sounds like some tourist trappin' cocktail. Hey, careful with that--" He dropped the shirt and lunged over the cot, one hand immediately up flat against the back of Taako's neck to support him and take pressure off his spine, and the other snatching the stained top from his hands. "Nothin' against the residents, but I promise ya don't want the kinda shit from the ground around here rubbin' into your wounds. Here, uhh..."

He cast about for something, tutting under his breath, and decided to spin the medic routine in a different direction. He took the jacket off his lap with his free hand and tossed it onto the cot under Taako's back, flipping it open so that the satin lining would face up and shield the elf's back from most of the settling dust and grime around the 'room'.

"Here, lie back. I gotcha." He steeled his arm to keep from faltering if Taako would play the trust-fall game for a few seconds.

With this one the Balance of Power or Position is the most likely to happen. Think the steward of a nation who might have to send loved ones to suicide mission for the sake of queen and country. Searching for long-term role-playing partner. No hit and run please, such act is irresponsible at best.

[What if Maka's world, with a little morphing to fit the imagery and 'realism' of the Marvel/MCU world, is another realm and they get along with Asgard, and perhaps even Loki and Maka were arranged to marry at one time but when Loki went all rogue it was broken off and Maka was forbidden from being with him... but in the aftermath of everything... they end up thrown together again and... dun dun dunnnn... UST. That is if he'd be interested in a petite blonde Asian girl who is abnormally strong with empathic and soul/aura reading abilities... ^_^]

Edited (holy typos...) 2017-11-01 23:29 (UTC)