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
ship
- 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.
smut
- 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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bakerstreet2018-11-02 06:53 am
Noe Archiviste | Memoir of Vanitas
Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA☆
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One evening, Loki decides that enough is enough.
He shuts the door, and, just in case, makes them both invisible.
Still looking like Odin, he considers Pyrrha, looks her straight into the eyes, and asks.
"My dear... you do know who I am, don't you?"
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Pyrrha is not unaware of her status, famed warrior of Mistral. She's moving fast up the champion circuit, a promising young lady, but whether she may or may not be the best her world has to offer is irrelevant. She watches the play fights the Asgardians put on and feels woefully ill-suited to their company, these Gods and Goddesses who have lived twice and thrice over her own experience.
Her aura is the one thing that genuinely sets her apart, aside from the beauty of her weapon, which the Asgardians seem to appreciate in earnest. She's told they have magic users who can achieve something in a similar vein, though she has yet to meet one
or so she thinks. Mostly, though, Pyrrha holds court with the All-Father.She likes Odin, despite his...oddities. He's nowhere near as scary as she was led to believe, though he can be theatrical at times. They have strange conversations - somehow, Pyrrha wonders if he just doesn't understand her as much as she doesn't understand him, and they're brought together in their mutual fascination. Still, he can be entertaining. Or opaquely ambiguous, when he utters something like that.
Secretly, she wonders if perhaps Gods and Goddesses can get a bit too old."Of course, All-Father." Pyrrha smiles politely, hands clasped neatly in front of her. No, she has no way of suspecting that she has never (and will never) meet the real Odin. She's never encountered magic of such size and scale before, and she's certainly never dealt with anyone like Loki.
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"You're a fine young Lady. If my youngest beloved son was still alive, perhaps you two could have married. Have you heard of Loki? It grieves me that we could never even find his body."
Mhm. Hopefully she does not read anything about the funeral, or hear people talk. Probably not. That was months ago.
Months ago. Even Thor surely no longer grieved, and that was, a, a surprisingly bitter thought.
All the memories of illusions of Thor dying, illusions made by Black Order with the Spectre, are now again fresh in Loki's mind. He should be by now numb to the possibility of Thor's death, he thinks.
He's not.
Weak.
Thor cried for Loki, to be sure. But right now, in Jane Foster's arms for certain, he was no longer mourning him.
Meanwhile, some nights, the nightmares were almost true, though not real, and Thor, in those nightmares, wouldn't breathe again, no matter--
Loki really liked, on the whole, in comparison, to dream that he, Loki, killed Thor. As he would always make it quick. Preferably while Thor slept. No suffering.
If he wouldn't, he - Thanos - will kill Thor someday, and make Loki watch, certainly.
Well. Thor was alive and well on Midgard now.
And as for future watching. Now that was just a silly threat. Loki would never watch his moronic brother die. He would only just close eyes. Tightly. That's what people have eyelids for. Obviously.
He closes his eye, smiling softly, and suddenly, he opens it and blinks furiously.
There are suddenly tears in 'Odin's' eye and Loki could inwardly kick himself. Father never cries! Surely she would now understand and alarm the guards! Unless she believed -- but who would believe-
"A-ah. My apologies, lady. It is unbecoming to show father's grief when one is a King."
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perceiveddead."Perhaps." Pyrrha knows something of loss, certainly. How could she not, when her home world is so dangerous? She offers Loki a soft, sympathetic smile, and touches Loki's elbow comfortingly. He seems lost in thought for a moment, eyes closed, and when they reopen she can see the tears in his eyes.
But Pyrrha suspects nothing, has never met the real Odin and so could never differentiate the slip-ups Loki has made with her. "I have heard of him, yes. But so few talk of him...I am sure I would have liked him very much." She means that earnestly, for she's only heard the best stories of him, and nothing, really, of his betrayals.
"No apologies are necessary." Pyrrha's smile softens even more. She's hook, line, and sinker, but then, she's always been a trusting sort of person. "A father's grief is a powerful thing."
Loki didn't mean to start,tears were real (for nightmare) but now he got really INTO continuing, heh
"Sometimes, I have a feeling he might still live, but that is only a vain hope. He died in his brother's arms. Apologising for the wrongs he's done to his beloved brother."
'Odin' makes them both visible again, and turns to leave.
"Again, I did not mean to burder you with famillial grievances. You're now free to go whenever you like, while I need my rest. If you ever go to Svartalfaheim, please say a prayer for my son's surely wandering spirit, if you will. I must rest now. After the loss of my wife, the burden is-- . We'll see each other tomorrow, child."
I understand the feeling well! xD
"He lives in your heart. A soul is never truly lost." She presses her closed fist to her breast, a sign of respect. Aura lingers, and whatever the Asgardians call it, be it magic or something else, Pyrrha thinks this must be what Odin senses of his son. It's a terrible thing, for a parent to lose a child, and though she has no way of knowing the depths of Loki's wrongs, she finds that her heart still aches for the loss Odin is suffering.
"It is no trouble," Pyrrha bows her head respectfully, understanding when she is being dismissed. She retreats gracefully, leaving Odin to his privacy, yet she can't help but wonder about the lost prince she was never able to meet.
She's never been one for prayer, for Mistral's ideas of strength and compassion have always derived from nature, and the miracle of the life in front of you. Destiny has always been a huge tenant of her beliefs, always on the horizon, but Odin's request sticks with her as she stares up at the stars from her balcony, trying to name a constellation from home in the unfamiliar sky.
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Let's see what she thinks, first.
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“Name yourself,” Pyrrha demands, hiding the shake in her voice. Whether or not her voice shakes, her sword won’t falter, so whatever this is had better be friendly. She thinks it must be a person, or entity of some kind, because the shape it takes definitely seems to be a humanoid.
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Yes, somehow, there's an impression of looking into a mirror or something of a kind. Somebody likes theatrics, perhaps.
There's also a green glimmer about him, like a contour.
And then, he answers her question:
"If any of us is a tresspasser here, my lady, it would sooner be you. I'm Loki, of Asgard."
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Yes, the theatrics are a bit much, but if the name that startles her is true, she supposes she must understand where Loki gets it.
“Loki?” The astonishment tinges her voice despite her best efforts, but Pyrrha remains tense, fingers flexed. She scrutinizes Loki, from his clothes up to his angular, handsome but somehow deeply smug expression, the shoulder-length, black hair. “I was told you had died a warrior’s death. Prove yourself.”
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"Warrior's death."
He turns away.
"Because in Asgard, everything must be about warriors. Just so you know, I'm not some oaf with only blunt weapons to my name. I'm a sorcerer. Which is how I can be here now. Not that a stranger would understand, unless--"
For a split second, he disappears, before reappearing.
"Unless you practice the magical arts as well."
Loki looks around.
"Did he invite you here? Who are you?"
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"Most things are about warriors." It's not judgemental, but a simple state of fact from her perspective. This was something Asgard and Remnant had in common. All her life, Pyrrha had been prided on her fighting skills. Rarely was she looked at beyond that, beyond her capacity for violence. She, however, had never really considered that aspect of it - she just wanted to protect people, and inflicting pain was an unfortunate side effect.
"I've heard you prefer knives. Hardly much to do with a dull knife." Pyrrha smiles wryly, a soft twist of her mouth, but it disappears in an instant, eyes flickering as Loki disappears and reappears, blessedly in the same place.
"I practice aura. I'm told it's similar though not...to the full extent." Her words are measured, careful, but she refuses to step back, stands her ground. "I'm an emissary from Remnant, holding court with the All-Father in the hopes he will help my home world fight against the tide of dark creatures that threaten us."
"My name is Pyrrha Nikos." Chin held high, she looks Loki squarely in the eye. "And if you are the real Loki, who lives while his people think him dead, what am I to make of that?"
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He bows. He attempts to take her hand, however, he disappears on contact, dissipitating in the air.
Then, Loki reappears, almost kissing her hand, if Pyrrha Nikos doesn't move. However, there's no kiss in reality, as there is no touch.
It's more like being kissed by a cool breeze, if that counts as a kiss.
"What are you to make of it, you ask? That I'th returned. I'm here now. But I came to talk with Thor, not with you, my lady. With all due respect. I wanted to ask him if - to ask his forgiveness, for ---"
His voice cracks, and he turns away.
"Nothing that would concern you, my dear Lady Ambassador. I hope Father helps you. You have my blessing, at least."
"And, you've heard right, if I'm to use weapons, knives do hold a certain place in my heart, I'm fond of them."
He turns away, and disappears. Will he appear again? There's still something palpable in the air, or is that just an impression, it's hard to tell.
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“But why have you let everyone think you dead?” She just can’t reconcile it. Pyrrha frowns just slightly, puzzled by Loki’s behavior, and his repenting. She wants to ask why, but holds her tongue when it’s made clear it’s none of her business - she won’t intrude, though Odin’s sorrow sits heavy in her mind.
“Thank you.” Pyrrha watches him, slowly becoming more confused than wary. “I’m sorry, but Thor is not here. He is somehwere your people call Midgard?”
She tries her best not to be surprised when Loki disappears again, but she is a little bewildered when he doesn’t flicker back like he had before. Pyrrha takes a step forward, after a moment, looking around for a sign of the prince. Should she...tell somebody what she’d just seen?
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So Pyrrha doesn’t end up saying anything, though she struggles with it throughout the day. Maybe she was mistaken...
Tonight, she’s cleaning Akuo, polishing and sharpening the blade, then transforming her and reloading the rifle with more dust. She brought enough to last a while, but she wonders if Asgard has a suitable alternative, should she run low.
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He seems more real, but at the same time, Loki here is half-transparent. More real and less, at the same time.
Like a hologram, or like a wandering spirit, depending.
Who knows?
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“Hello,” Pyrrha’s reply is measured, in an effort not to give her thoughts away, her bewilderment and, somehow, deep interest at the same time. “Prince Loki.”
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He sighs.
"Making my way back may take a while, even for one as skilled with fine Magical Arts as I am."
"I sicerely hope you haven't told Odin that I'm here. I am not. Not yet. No, not yet. I wish-"
He turns away.
"Not your business, so I shan't bore you."
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“I have not. But I wish to understand.” She hesitates ar the dismissal, but decides to press on anyway. He’s the one appearing in her chambers at night, so she doubts she’ll be called on being impolite.”I’m not bored. I’d like to help you, if I can.”
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He considers her.
"Did my father ask you? No, he would be relieved that I'm gone. Some token grief and then a blissful certainty that a monster foundling will never sit on the throne. Make no mistake, my father is a liar. He's happy to be rid of me. So would I be, but there is one more matter."
Loki begins playing with his own hands, lost in thought for a moment.
"I don't even know if you met him, but maybe my dear brother ask you for help? If so, I could accept it, perhaps."
And then Loki seems to consider Pyrrha's question.
"I am not what, my dear Lady? Not honest? Assume that half the time. Not a coward? That would be a bold assumption to make."
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"No, he didn't. I doubt that's true." Her frown deepens, and she shakes her head, ponytail bouncing down the long line of her back. "...He misses you. His grief is honest. I see no lies."
"I have not had the pleasure of meeting him. I have not been here long, and he has not returned." Pyrrha's not sure what he's asking, but she tilts her head to the side, eyes searching.
"Not...dead. You're not...a ghost." She feels silly saying it, and a soft blush tinges high in her cheeks.
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Loki grins.
"Because the worthy dead find peace in Valhalla, and less worthy ones in Hel. If somebody deserved neither, what would even happen?"
He faces her straight. Slightly more transparent all of a sudden.
"Which is only fitting, were I to... after what I've done against my family, that is. But, worry not, maybe I shan't come again."
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"I'm not familiar with your people's tales of the afterlife, so I'm not quite sure I could say. Why does it have to be one or the other?" And why do you feel you don't deserve them?
"I...don't understand. Wait - " Pyrrha stands, suddenly, as if that could stop him leaving. She doesn't want as abrupt an exit as last night, she...she's curious, she wants to know more.
good morning :)
The air shimmers, cold, green, and Loki of Asgard vanishes again. Infuriating, perhaps.
Morning! It's actually night for me haha. But good morning to you!!
But then Loki is gone, and she takes a step forward, as if to reach out and stop him. "Wait - "
Pyrrha doesn't huff, because that would be unladylike, but she does flip out her sword, the slide of metal piecing together ringing gently in the quiet of her chamber.
Eira Nar'talas | Dungeons & Dragons OC
Bilbo Baggins | Tolkien | m/m
Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians | ota
Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight | M/M
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | M/M
Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII | M/F
Zell Dincht | Final Fantasy VIII | M/M
Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Miraculous | M/F
Jin | Xenoblade Chronicles 2 | M/F
pietro maximoff | mcu | m/m
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | F/M
Abel | Starfighter (Comic) | M/M
Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle
Ophilia | Octopath Traveler
lan wangji | mdzs
Belphegor | Katekyo Hitman Reborn! | OTA
Open to assumed CR and cross-canon, also it can be optional whether or not they're aware Bel works as part of an assassination squad for the Italian mob, regardless of how well they think they know him.
No smut prompts for this one. ]