bakerstreet | Weakness

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Weakness

"you're my weakness" meme
A SHIPPING MEME

You're a strong person, perhaps physically, perhaps mentally, perhaps both. You're brave. A steel rod of a backbone means you face your enemies with little hesitation, doing the job no one else wants to do. That kind of intestinal fortitude is commendable. You have a purpose. You have a mission. There is something about you that people want.

And you have a weakness.

Maybe nobody knows it or maybe everyone knows it, but your weakness is the person you're in love with. Yes, in love. Someone like you can be in love, whether you've admitted it to yourself or not...or to them. More than anything, you want to be with them and keep them safe from harm. Sometimes, you just can't. It's more dangerous around you than with you.

Whether you're together or not, you should hope that no one with an axe to grind with you knows that this person is your blind spot...

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character, preferences, whether you're open to smut or no, etc.
Be sure to mention if you'd prefer to play the one with the weakness or the "weak spot."
Reply to others.
Use the RNG or not.

PROMPTS
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First Meeting: You've never met a person who's caught your interest quite like this; you may not know how to respond to these unique feelings.
With Them Before It Happened: They came first. The situation that drove you to your "destiny" occurred later. You can't just throw away that old life.
Unexpected Savior: You were down and out. They found you and nursed them back to health. You feel indebted to them..and more.
Normalcy is Abnormal: You would never take things like dinner, picnics, dancing, or the movies for granted. Some people can't have that, after all.
Missed Date: Of course, you have to bail out on dates occasionally. Duty calls.
Shown Love: Who could ever care for someone like you? They can. They show you selfless affection
Bad Apple: You’re rotten through and through - except for your genuine love for them.
Light of My Life: Everything in this world seems terrible except for them, you’re beautiful, shining light. For them, you can live.
Something There: Before, you were cruel to them, or they to you, yet now both of you see past that blustery beast (even if one of you was, say, a prisoner);
Keepings Tabs: You have to know that your most important person is safe, or else you just can’t think straight.
Stay Away: For their own protection, they have to keep away from a dangerous person like you. So no matter if you love them of they love you, you have to break up with them for their safety.
Happened Before: The person you loved before got hurt because of you and you swore you would never love again. Still, you’re feeling that way once more, letting those walls down, and the old patterns are repeating themselves over and over.
Important: You’re a king, a lord, a president, a top assassin. People would love to get close to you - or take you out - if they could find the right path in.
Bodyguard: Your mission is the one you love (though you didn’t start out loving them), and the one thing keeping you from keeping them perfectly safe is also them.
Berserk Button: From minor slight to major injury, no one hurts your lover without retribution.
Left in the Dark: They don’t know what kind of life you truly lead. How long can you keep that double life a secret?
Became This for Them: What you are now is all out of your adoration for them. You’ll do anything to keep them safe, even if it means becoming a monster.
Not Accepted: You’ve finally revealed what you are in all actuality to them and the reaction was not positive. They’re repulsed by you or by what you’ve done.
Dynamic Duo: They’ve accepted everything about you, including your mission. In fact, they want to help you fulfill your purpose.
Family: You two have started a family together, so there's even more to lose.
Blackmail: Some sinister somebody is holding the happiness, safety, or wellbeing of your loved one above your head to make you serve them.
Hate Me: It’s not enough to leave them. You have to ensure their safety by making them despise you and never search you out.
Destroy: You know that they could be your undoing, so you'll take them out yourself. You refuse to be weak.
Kidnapped: Your weakness has been spotted and picked at, quite literally. Now, the person you care for is in the clutches of someone who wants nothing more than to see you destroyed.
Bad End: ~~Is it in bad taste to want to name this prompt after a certain comic book character?~~ The worst of your fears has come to past. Your beloved is dying in your arms because of their relationship with you and you weren't able to save them in time.
Placed in Your Life: The one you thought you loved and trusted was only a mole all along. They were placed in order to get you to make certain decisions and never really cared for you.
Happy Ending: You've made it to a safe enough place in your life for you and your love to be stable and settle down.

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Reluctant: You don't want to hurt your partner during intimacy, which is a distinct possibility.
Solace: There's only one place where you find comfort about what your true nature is, and that's in their arms.
Manipulation: There's one way to worm into your heart and onto your good side; they know it, and they can make you squirm. That's not always a good thing.

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((can be of mutual weakness to fellow warriors; definitely the one with the weakness to anyone else))

[ Most definitely ~~probably~~ has a weakness for the Royal Family? ]

((Djdueiek Yes absolutely! Eeee, Aulea~! Any particular scenarios you wanna thread between them?))

Edited (I swore I was awake when I first posted this ><) 2018-06-04 22:27 (UTC)

[ Nothing in particular? Mostly just the two of them being secret besties/little shits to each other. I have a headcanon where they were childhood friends - even in the Guard together before she married the King. And whether or not it's an AU where Regis dies instead of her or if she managed to live past Noct's childhood, I just want Cor to have more of his friends still alive at the end. ;w; ]

((I am all for an AU where she lives past Noct's childhood~! And yeah, they could totally be besties/little shits to each other from childhood on. Maybe she inspired and/or sponsored him to join the Crownsguard at such a young age? I could see them being old sparring partners still.

As for scenarios...either something light and silly involving lil!Noctis, or her secretly supporting Cor in an on-again, off-again prank war with Clarus? If you want something darker, though, I can see someone trying to blackmail them by taking photos that make them look more like a cheating couple than very close friends...))

[ One of these days, the mother is gonna survive a FF game. Until then... 8|

But my goodness, bitty!Cor and Aulea going through the Battle Academy sounds so magical. So does Uncle Cor being awkward around baby Noct - We just need more of the Original Chocobros and their hijinx in general, lbr. ~~Bonus points for Aulea giving them such sass and being the sister none of them ever wanted~~ Either way, I am down with all of these and more. ]

((OOC: Someday, yes... In the meantime, I hope you don't mind this little starter for us))

Cor's happy for Aulea and Regis; he really is. They've been wanting a child for some time, and the Six finally blessed them with one - Noctis. Now that he's a few years old, he's actually getting really cute. And mobile...very mobile. Sweet Astrals, the man had thought that they would have at least a few more years before the child started warping...

But no, that is not the case. "Noctis, get down here!" He scowls at the kid giggling from his spot on top of a very tall dresser. He's not sure if he should try and climb up, or if he should give in and get a ladder...

Four years. It had taken them four years after her marriage to the young King began before the two had managed to conceive an heir for the throne. Before Aulea and Regis were able to finally start the family they had always wanted. Not for wanting. But with a war inherited from previous generation and the fate of thousands in their hands, time alone and time to themselves had been in short supply.

Regis had his obligations and Aulea had her responsibilities. And they both served the people, first, such was the oath she took in agreeing to be the young King's Bride. And it was a vow well worth the wait for moments like this.

"I don't think that's how it works." Leaning against the frame of the door, the warrior Queen tried to stifle her own chuckles at her old friend's plight. It was one thing chasing after a child once they began to crawl - or walk. That was difficult enough. It was another when a child could accidentally tap into the magic ingrained in their bloodline and warp. "He has to want to come to you. And who wants to come to a grumpy face like that?"

A long-suffering sigh escapes Cor's lips as he levels a frustrated look at his queen and friend. Of course she thinks this might be a little funny, since it's happening to Cor and not her.

"I'll smile when he's no longer in harm's way," he grumbles irritably. A deep breath, and then he adds in his usual deadpan humor, "Besides...haven't you heard? I'm not allowed to smile anymore." Not since gaining the rank of Marshall of the Crownsguard, recently. Not since people also started calling him 'The Queen's Blade' - a much better nickname, in his mind, than just 'The Immortal'.

"Mama~! Look, m'up here~!" The little one in question waves to his mother from atop of the dresser, not caring at all that he shouldn't be up there to begin with.

"Yes, I see you, my little Chicklet~," she replied to the boy, seeing only a wild tuff of black hair peeking out from behind the dark wood pediment, "Are you playing a game with your Uncle?"

The Marshall's suffering was only her fuel, her cruelties served in good nature and experience. Because if Cor thought that neither she nor Regis had ever had to face up against a warping child, he would be sadly mistaken. It was only fortunate that their King and Leader was better at zipping from one point in the room to the other, trailing after their rambunctious offspring.

"Don't worry, Cor, it's only a few feet up," she offered with a kind wave of her hand. And with that, the young woman finally stepped into the room, the cool whisper of elegant cloth marking her steps. A Queen she may have been, but the Guard had been Aulea's first love. And she still remembered her training. "Nothing you nor I cannot handle."

A mischievous little giggle is the only response to her question.

Cor couldn't help but snort a little at being addressed as the little one's 'uncle'. But even he doesn't deny that, since Aulea's been like family to him ever since they were little. She's why he went into the Guard so early, and why he eventually accepted the assignment to protect her then-boyfriend on the road.

Still, a tiny smile tugs on his lips as she gives her reassuring assessment. "You climb up, I catch in case he falls? Or should it be the other way around?" He's not worried about damaging the furniture...much. Small price to pay for the safety of their little charge.

The childish giggle was met with an equally devious, if not amused, smirk from the young Queen as she crossed the length of the room. And it was never more clear than in that moment how much alike the two were, the same spark of trouble that had glittered in his eyes mirroring in hers.

"If we play this right, neither options should be necessary." That said, those glowing blue eyes spared the Marshall a playful glance as she continued. "Noct's always been a good boy."

Not that it wasn't a good plan, on his part. But if this were a game of sorts that the little tot decided to play, any attempt at catching him would only encourage more surprise warping. And Noctis had yet to really learn how to fully control just where he ended up.

"Isn't that right, Noctis?" Softening her features and smoothing them out to a more gentle expression, the former Guard addressed her son with the kind and loving tone any mother would. "Would you like to be a good boy for mommy and come get kisses?"

Oh, it's extremely clear how much Noctis takes after his mother, at least to Cor. And he has an odd feeling that, if the kid put his mind to it in the future, he's going to be a huge pain in the ass if he really wants.

But right now, the kid's simply perking up at the sight of his mother coming close and asking in that sweet motherly tone of hers. He's thinking about it for a few moments...

And then Cor will find himself catching Noctis falling after a surprise warp. Kid had misjudged by about a foot or two off. "There! Now, go get your mother's kisses." And he unceremoniously handing the boy over to Aulea, breathing a sigh of relief in the process.

There was a moment where her heart stopped, worry flitting across her face at seeing the flash of a warp end just short of where she stood. And just like any self-respecting Guard, Aulea was prepared to let instinct and years of training kick in, moving without thought to catch the boy before any harm came. But as the adrenaline pumped through her limbs, Cor was already there - a hair's breath quicker with a more practiced ease - cradling her son in his arms before the sparks had fully disappeared.

When her breath returned, the Queen allowed the smile to return to her lips, arms outstretched and eager to hold the boy.

"Oh... yes. Come here to mama~" And kisses were certainly being given to those chubby cheeks and cute button nose while his tiny hands patted at her cheeks and clutched at her clothes. "You gave us quite a scare there, my little Chicklet~"

Cor smiles in satisfied relief as he takes a short step back to give the happy family a few moments of personal space. It always warms his heart to see Aulea be simply a mother to her child, instead of a Queen or the Guards woman she once was.

And not for the last time, Cor feels like he's made the right choice to stay, to swear his oaths to aid and protect the royal line.

"If this keeps up, though, you may want to consider one of those child leashes," he speaks up after a minute or two.

"Don't think I haven't considered it." She was mostly kidding, of course. There was nothing more that Aulea loved than her son. But her tone was deadpanned and tinged with just enough sarcasm that anyone could be confused over whether or not the young Queen had been serious. But then, Cor knew her better than to believe otherwise.

Of all her duties, responsibilities, and expectations, Aulea was a mother, first. And it showed in the way she interacted with the boy in every moment they spent together. The crinkles that started to form at the edges of her eyes were softer - the pull of her lips more genuine when they smiled - at every joyful gurgle or gleeful giggle that filled their home.

Besides, Regis had already rallied against the idea of binding their son in any way.

Handful or not, a Prince of Lucis was not to be toted around like an unruly pup, or so he had said.

"I have to wonder how King Mors handled Regis when he started warping across the Citadel." Shifting the child in her arms, the former Guard turned so that Noctis could direct a happy squeal at the sight of the imposing Marshall. "Or perhaps it's simply my rambunctious nature bleeding into his natural curiosity."

Cor's smile grows softer in kind as well. For all that he can be handful at times, Noctis is still a cute and joyful child much of the time. There's been days where Cor would be doing paperwork in the nursery while keeping an eye on the little one, or when he teaches the kid how to properly pet and play with other people's pets whenever they bring their animals to work.

Though he wouldn't be too surprised about Regis already dismissing the idea of a child lease. The King doesn't want his son to feel too confined within the Citadel just because he's the Prince.

"Hard to say. He might just get as much of that from you as his curiosity from Regis." Which he hopes would translate well into any future studies. Regis does seem to enjoy learning as much about subjects that interest him as he possibly could. On the other hand, though, such intense curiosity made their road trip over ten years ago...interesting, to say the least. (Frustrating, if one asks Clarus or Cid.)

The realization of just how disastrous their melding genetics could be, the young Queen simply gave a hapless chuckle, taking the Marshall's words with a grain of salt. "If that is the case, then we all must be doomed."

Her rambunctious and occasionally bold nature was one matter, but in combination with Regis' curiosity and desire for adventure, trouble-making was almost guaranteed. If the afternoon's events were any indication, along with the little boy's inventive game of warping about, their difficulties were merely beginning.

"And here I thought Regis as a young delinquent had been bad enough as it was." Pursing her lips in a faux look of both exasperation and curiosity, bouncing and shuffling the child in her arms every few steps the way that he liked it best as she swayed in place.

"Isn't that right?" Darting in, the Aulea playfully nudged her nose against the boy's, the soft air of the woman's voice shifting from contemplative to a more sing-song tone. "Are you going to be as bad as your father?"