Being with someone can change your life. But what if you can't have your old life back? For your own sake, the sake of your relationship, or by no choice of your own, you have to leave the old you behind. It can go from anything to changing a behavior to changing your whole identity, and all of it can be difficult. One thing is clear, however; to continue where or as you'd lived before is not an option if you want to keep this person you care for in your life.
how to play;
- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Respond to others.
- THERE WILL BE QUESTIONABLE CONTENT. Just because it's a shipping meme doesn't means everything's fluffy; in fact, more options than not have some unfortunate implications.
prompts;
- Open Secret: You two have never specifically said who you are in this new place, though you've never denied it.
- Witness Protection: To protect your lives, you must live under assumed identities.
- Your Real Life: What you knew before was false. This is the actuality.
- After a Tragedy: All your friends are dead. Your group is shaken. You saw someone you love murdered. The only other person you have left is the one you're with.
- Second Chance at Life: After a brush with death, you've decided to do things right and actually live.
- I Don't Want this Life, Dean: You don't want to continue in the family business - er, in your old ways set up by someone else, so you cling to someone who can give you a normal life.
- Criminal: You did a bad thing and are wanted. For your protection and the safety of the one you lo...that person, you have to hide.
- Turning Over a New Leaf: You're genuinely trying to become a better person and you can't do that with the reminders of your old home and old life.
- Rehabilitation: Your lover is helping you get over your wounds, your traumas, or your flaws.
- Blank Slate: You have to have a new life because you don't know your old one! All you know is the person you're with and the things they can tell you.
- Partners in Crime: You two are rough around the edges, but you're reformed. Really, you just want a peaceful life!
- Old Habits Die Hard: No matter what your life is now, you can't shake the need to double check the locks or hold your magic wand tight.
- Guilt: You're guilty about your relationship, so you have to reside in hiding.
- Through Elicit Means: You got with your partner through cheating and you want to keep that fact on the low.
- Stolen Away: You stole your partner - from a bad situation or from someone cruel - so you have to keep your heads down
- Taboo:
- Incest: It's better for you to live where no one know's you're related.
- Age Difference: You can always fake IDs and birth certificates.
- Interspecies: There has to be somewhere that doesn't have the prejudices of your home.
- Tyrannical Government: You're political enemies drawn together. Perhaps you're working to undermine the government, or maybe you've escaped from that place and are living in peace.
- Pulled from the Darkness: Your previous life was so terrible, you don't want to even ponder it any more. End of story, it doesn't matter.
- Dependent: You don't know anyone else in this new world of yours, or you don't know how to navigate it, making you dependent on your partner.
- Protecting Them: You're with them and hiding them for their own benefit.
- They Don't About Your Past:
- Secret Monster: If they knew about who you used to be, they'd be disgusted and want nothing to do with you.
- For Them: You're dangerous to be around, so you can't clue them in lest an old enemy or your own abilities come back and harm them.
- Florence Nightingale: They found you and took you in to help you, no questions asked. You couldn't help but fall for them.
- Using Them: This new life is just a sham. You want them to be your camouflage, maybe even getting others to believe you've changed.
- Faked Turned Real:
Both of you were using each other for cover, but now...you're not sure.- Brainwashing:
- One-Sided: You love them and want them to believe that things have always been like this. Can you be blamed for going about it this way?
- Mutual: Both of you think you've always lived this life, thanks to outside forces.
- Who Am I, Really?: You love your partner, but you feel like you're losing yourself.
- WILDCARD
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bakerstreet2018-08-28 07:56 pm
Tara Knowles | SoA | F/M
Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars | OTA
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Shiro | Voltron | ota
Ivar the Boneless Ragnarsson | Vikings | M/F
Jessamine Kaldwin | Dishonored
Kyoko Sakura | Madoka Magica | f/f
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Elizabeth Bennet | Pride & Prejudice
anya | anastasia the musical
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feel free to change anything you like!
It was complicated, Bruce knew, but that didn't mean he was just going to sign their lives away. Even if it was for the best, he could see the repercussions that Tony didn't want to think about. He could see them taking Wanda away, putting a muzzle on Natasha, forcing him to undergo experiments and trials just so they could use his mistake to their benefit.
He wasn't okay with it, so he ran. He left Tony and Pepper behind even though it tore him apart and he found Steve, found a new version of the family he'd had before he ran away to space. They were all broken in some way and it made things difficult, but Steve was still Steve: easy to believe in, easy to support, easy to follow.
It's been a couple of months since Bruce's return, but he's still having trouble sleeping. Tonight he's in the small kitchen located on the first floor of their hideout, teacup forgotten in his hands as he gazes out the window at the empty fields and the stars shining down over them. It makes him ache in a way he doesn't understand, makes him think of the Arc Reactor, of the Bifrost, of the million new things he's learned since being on Sakaar.
He hears someone pad down the stairs behind him, knows before he turns to look that it must be Steve - the footfalls aren't quick and silent like Nat's, nor are they heavy and determined like Sam's. Wanda is away somewhere, hiding with Vision, trying to lose herself in a world of lies and pretending. ]
Can't sleep? [ he asks, as though he's not suffering from his own brand of chronic insomnia. ]
Mostly a 4
But even with that, it's still a struggle to get Steve to stop looking through it. More than once, Sam's woken up in the middle of the night to see Steve in the corner, using the moonlight to page slowly through diagrams and photographs. Sometimes he speaks up, but sometimes he lets him keep going. It's doing something for him, even if Sam isn't sure exactly what that is.
They pick up more Russian as they go, which makes it easier to move around, but also easier for Steve to read more and more of the details. Somewhere in the middle of the search, it becomes normal. It becomes life, just disappearing under the radar to follow a wisp of smoke along a nonexistent path to another abandoned Soviet facility that doesn't look like it had harbored anything as sinister as the Winter Soldier. There's never any evidence. Never. Sometimes there's a fight, but every single trail ends in an ice cold dead end. They keep going.
There's another lead, on another bunker in Siberia, probably another zero, but they'll leave in the morning. For right now, Sam has pulled Steve out of the seedy motel and into the biting cold and pointed up.]
Northern Lights, man. You ever seen this before?
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[He just gestured wordlessly. No picture, not even a video, could capture the silent grandeur of the way those colors sliced through the whole sky like that. Out here, at this time of night, he couldn't hear any cars, any traffic, no sound at all. The motion light behind them switched off and the colors seemed to reach down to paint the snow.
It was easy, so easy, to believe suddenly that nothing else in the world existed except that unbroken expanse of snow, the lights in the sky, and the two of them.
Too easy.]
I don't want to stop doing this.
[The words startled him when he heard them aloud instead of just thinking them, but he didn't rush to explain or try to take them back. Instead he moved slowly enough to avoid triggering the light again, letting his hand brush against Steve's, a flare of warmth in the cold. Stupid, probably. Steve's focus was on finding Bucky, his friend, and then it would be on figuring out what they'd done to him and trying to fix it. Stupid to put this out there.
But it wasn't like Sam had never done anything stupid before. He was out here, wasn't he? Somewhere on the edge of Siberia, chasing ghosts for Steve's sake, and because of that, seeing this.]
I don't want to go back.
Light Yagami | Death Note | ota
Dirk Strider | Homestuck
Zechs Merquise | Gundam Wing
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aliena | the pillars of the earth | ota
Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe
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something about rivers and denial and Egypt and textingso yay or nay? )no subject
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IW's.I mean, 2, 4, 5, 21 are all possible for most canon points.
AU 7 might be fun, instead of how CW actually ended. Or maybe 18/19 and Bucky is found alone, without help, no Sam and they get out in time.
Anything's cool with me.]
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and sad as hellI do like the idea for AU for 7 and the CW canon point
as part of me is still bitter with the canon end, even though they "explained" the reason.We can go with that, if you don't mind starting? I could do it but until tomorrow, as going to bed since I am exhausted. )
have a starter :D
He's just been trying to buy some plums when he realized his mistake. He glanced up at the newspaper stand next to the foodstall. Someone was going to come looking for him. Bucky Barnes, former best friend to Captain America, had his face splashed all over the paper. Calmly, Bucky glanced back and forth. Nobody was looking at him directly. He was still fine, but for how long. Barnes paid for the fruit and slowly headed back to his flat to get this things together.
He'd been rash. He honestly thought that this time he'd found a safe house that he'd be safe in. Dark eyes glanced down at his watch. He would have enough time to get back to the flat and grab his bug out backpack. He needed to move, but also didn't want to attract too much attention to himself, if he could help it.
He wondered if Steve would think he did it? Would he lose faith? Would he defend him? Bucky wasn't sure of anything anymore, not even that.
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Another glance revealed the time to be just after dawn, with the soft susurrations of gently falling snow hitting the tin roof. Perfect. A wonderful excuse to stay indoors and safe, although the brutally pragmatic part of her insisted that the snow would make a perfect cover for anyone attempting to approach undiscovered. She snorted softly at herself before shifting down a bit more securely in her lover's possessive embrace.
Six months. That was how long she'd been free of the Institution and the Red Room's hated influence. She'd made her escape the night before her "graduation ceremony", terrified but determined to either escape or die in the process. And she had much, much for which to live.
Five months. That was how long it had been since he'd been freed of HYDRA's cruel constraints. It had only taken her two weeks to ferret out his location; HYDRA had never seen her coming. Then another week to lie in wait, avoiding the agents seeking her, as well, but once she'd accosted the Asset in the middle of his mission, burned her way back into his mind - no small feat, but she'd been adamant - he'd never reported back, and both of them had been on the run ever since.
They'd split up in Prague, both knowing they were easier to locate together than they were apart, but nothing could keep them away from each other for very long - three weeks later they were devouring each other in a shitty little motel room deep in the heart of Romania. Then not a fortnight later, she'd spied a Russian agent combing the markets, and it was off to another city, another style, another name. She went east, he went west. And so the cycle continued, until they'd arrived here, an abandoned hunting encampment on the edge of the Siberian plateau, high above the town of Norilsk.
They had plenty of supplies - food, water, warm clothing, and although the cabin was small, it was still more than Natalia had ever dreamed of. For once, she felt she might truly be at ease, for however long such ease might last, and both she and her Soldier - James, his name was James, she'd discovered - could simply be. He needed it, as much time as possible, to finally and forever shed the remnants of Hydra's abuse. She knew she was a great palliative for his splintered psyche, but only time could truly heal those jagged edges.
A small roil of her belly brought her out of her drowsy thoughts, and Natalia briefly considered rising and starting breakfast, but a soft male rumble changed her mind almost immediately, and she gently wiggled to her other side beneath a warm metal arm, draping her own around a solid male chest. She pressed her lips just lightly to his, then curled delicate but possessive in her Soldier's strong arms, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.
Breakfast, and everything else, could wait.
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A small sigh slipped out as he remembered things, realizing just where he was. His grip on her loosened, just enough that he made sure he didn’t hurt her. The corners of his lips turned up and he let his good hand move over to hers, threading their fingers together. It was nice, having her like this, calm in the storm of the snow and the quiet silence of being in the middle of nowhere.
His eyes flicked open and he glanced around the room. The light in the room gave him a good idea of what time it was. The sounds on the roof were a key indicator of the weather outside. He was very good at taking stock of situations and assessing strategy based on varying factors. It was good like this. Intimate. Alone. He liked it like that.
On and off. Together and apart. That had been their dance. In and out, always on the move. Stay constant. Stay changing. There was a lot that they could do to try to stay off the radar, but they had to do it together. Even if that meant time apart. They would always find their way back to each other. There was no other way to describe it. He wasn’t naïve enough to compare them to some fairy tale, but he enjoyed the dance of their games back and forth.
He hated it when they split up. He liked it better like this, in this small cabin that could almost be perfect for them as a safe house. They had what they needed and the were in a place that, in theory, nobody would come looking for them. He was good about not being stupid and staying undercover. This, though, this was perfect. And if someone didn’t want to give them their peace, he’d do something about it, should that day come.
“Hard to sleep when you do that,” he muttered. He glanced down at her, raising one eyebrow. There was mischief in his eyes as he lifted a leg and draped it over hers, trapping her against the bed. He can hear everything, from the beat of her heart to the flutter of her lashes against his cheek. He hears it and he wants it, wants her for always. “Go back to sleep,” he teased.
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"You're a grouchy old man," she teased him lightly, squeaking when he effectively "captured" her beneath the warm covers. Not missing the mischievous little glint in those sleepy eyes, Natalia fluttered her own lashes up at him, coy, and delicately kissed the tip of his nose. "Are we going to stay in bed all day again, then?"
They'd spent most of the last two days in bed, the abysmal weather conditions and need for true rest encouraging the trend. She loved drifting in and out of sleep wrapped tight in James' arms, knowing she was safe there if nowhere else in the entire world.
"Mmmm," she observed with a smirking twinkle, gently threading a hand through his tousled hair and nestling him close against her naked warmth, "I suppose you old men do need your rest..."
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The weather outside did not help the situation in regards to actually getting out of bed. While this was a place that was perfect for cover, it didn't make wanting to leave very easy to feel. And yet, having her in his arms and knowing that they didn't have to be anywhere was the best feeling ever. No mission to complete. No place to be. The only responsibilities they had were to each other.
One hand gently trailed down her spine. "Make me less grouchy," he murmured.
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Regardless of when, where, how, and how often. Waking up achy for a reason other than brutal, intensive training the day before was a wonderful novelty, she'd discovered.
And the early morning hours had become a lovely time to play, Natalia had discovered. Still drowsy from actual sleep, warm in each other's arms, and blissfully content, was it any wonder that they often woke each other with soft kisses and gentle touches, both growing in surety and passion until it had to be slaked, and she was clutching at him and keening her pleasure, while he sank teeth into her skin and shook with the intensity of their lovemaking.
"Less grouchy?" One of her eyebrows went up. And Natalia wrinkled her nose, but gave a soft moan and arched her back against his stroking hand. "...is that even possible, this early?"
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He'd take the aches any time.
There were ways to make him less grouchy. Bacon. Caffeine. And her. He smiled at her, lips easily finding hers for another passionate kiss to silence her. He loved moments like this, the humanity of it something he never thought he'd have again. He wasn't a weapon. She wasn't a warrioress. Neither of them were toys to be played with by the other side. They could just discover who they were again.
Oh, he had questions that didn't involve her at all, but he wasn't ready to answer those yet. "Or we can just go make coffee," he teased. "Just tell me to stop."
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She loved their slow, early-morning kisses, gentle touches of lips and tongues that reaffirmed their bonds to each other, so unlike the frantic, desire laced meetings of mouths when passion left them unsatisfied with anything else. But they'd learned to take their time, exploring each other slowly, now that they could.
Careful fingertips smoothed over James' scarred body, gentle against the network of scars marring his left shoulder, and Natalia let her hands wander further, exploring him with greedy thoroughness. She reclined back into the pillows, gazing up at him with soft, dark eyes, and smiled.
"Never stop," she breathed huskily. Always eager, the redhead slowly wiggled about, hitching her knees to either side of her soldier's hips and winding bare legs flush around his thick frame. "I want you," she murmured in entreaty. "Now." Her hips tilted up for him, soft wet heat enticing and willing. "Ya lyublyu tebya, moy krasivyy soldat."
Columbus | Zombieland | OTA
Sabine Faber ( X-Company - OTA )
Angel Evangelista ( Pose ) m/f
Jean Moreau ( All for the Game - OTA )
Agnum Bulletheart | Shining Resonance
Yunan | Magi | M/M
Lucy | Dracula AU | OTA
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
North | Detroit: Become Human | OTA
Gavin Reed | Detroit: Become Human | OTA