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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bakerstreet2019-02-10 07:07 pm
vlad | castlevania
Mark Temple | Red vs. Blue | M/M
[And I like this with both him and his partner caring about each other.]
Tony Stark | MCU | OTA
Orihime Inoue | Bleach | M/F
5+10 combo??? I guess???
And then one day, that all came to a lurching halt.
The first thing he'd noticed was the pain in their skull. It felt like they'd been struck with the sharp end of a chisel. He remembers blinking as his vision spun and rising to his feet.
The second thing he noticed? He was in the driver's seat, feeling this. He went back in their memory, or tried to, but all he got was darkness and pain. He even dared call inwards, to see if Ichigo was stirring. Nothing. Maybe whatever happened had knocked him out and it was just a matter of time, but nonetheless, for now, he was alone. He was alone, somehow, in Ichigo's living body.
Maybe in another time, not so long ago, he would've taken this chance to cause some ruin. And maybe, even earlier before that, he would've taken this chance to live again like he'd dreamed once. For whatever reason, maybe a head still spinning, he'd done neither. Instead, he took what he could and he ran-- away from home, away from their family, away from Ichigo's dumb friends. Ichigo would come back and they'd figure out what the hell just happened then.
But then hours turned became days and days started into weeks. He started to wonder if Ichigo, at least in their mind, was dead. He couldn't look into the inner world from out here. And maybe part of him didn't want to.
The sunglasses hide his eyes-- the only unnatural part of him that ever breaks through in their physical form. He kept their energy muted as he could. Everything else was covered by the fact that nobody here in this new town had ever seen him in his life.
And then she had to show up. The shopkeeper asking him for the third time if he wanted his food or not but his eyes were fixed on her, the one single person out of everyone Ichigo knew whom he maybe sort of gave a crap about-- She'd saved their life. She'd reached through, called out despite the mask they wore, didn't tell Ichigo to crush him down, just asked their safety. And then when they rose up, only barely concious, Ichigo and his minds bleeding into each other, he felt it, somehow, despite the gaping ache in him, that this girl was important. She was someone... someone he...
By the time he shook himself from that, she'd noticed, and it was all but too late to run, try as he might. He cursed himself for not dying their hair black, stupid pride and thinking Ichigo would be back sooner and everything else preventing him from covering up this beacon of an attention catcher. He couldn't push through the crowd fast enough.
I guess it TOTALLY WORKS GREAT!
Orihime lurched after him. She'd been so startled by his appearance that she'd frozen on the spot. All the features were the same, if miscolored. Even his scent seemed similar. But the reiatsu, that was different. It wasn't Ichigo, but he was familiar. Hadn't she felt that spiritual power before? Even muted, she was sure it had been there when she'd screamed for help as the tears ran down her face.
Was he the one that had manifested...?
She was going to lose him if he kept running. If he had Ichigo's speed, he'd be gone in the blink of an eye. He didn't seem to be using that ability, so she wondered if he even had it, or if he was just panicking and not thinking to use it.
"Wait! Please!" she cried out, pleading as she tried to weave through the curious bystanders with less force and therefore less luck. If anyone knew where Ichigo had gone, it was him. She'd come so far, following that weak trace of reiatsu all this way. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't lose him. All she needed was to talk to him, to get some answers, to know why the person she loved just wasn't here anymore...!
Desperately she stretched out her hand, but he was so far ahead. "I just have to know...!"
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The crowd is getting too thick, too hard to push through. But there-- a street light about to change. He bolts for it, even as he senses her following. If he pushes he can make it.
It's just as he thinks this that her hand catches at the back of his shirt. The light changes. The traffic starts to move. He doesn't think.
Suddenly, he moves back to her, grasping her close as he pulls them both back to the sidewalk. The cars rush behind them, heedless.
"Are you insane!? You could've been killed!" He snaps. And then he falls silent, because here they are. He can't run from her and she can see him, sense him, for just about all he is. The crowd seems to curve around them. Dread settles heavy.
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"I don't want you to leave." Instead of drawing away, she huddles closer, eyes squeezed tight and gripping his shirt hard enough to whiten her knuckles. "I don't know why you feel so familiar, we haven't met...but you know where he is...and I can't..." She swallows hard against the tightness in her throat. Her head tips forward, and her brow rests against his chest. "I just need to know if he's okay. Or if he isn't. So please...please don't go."
It's selfish to beg him like this. Twice before she's pleaded with all her heart for the people she loves not to leave her, and twice before it resulted in disaster. Her brother lingered in this world, bound to her, and became a Hollow. Her cries roused a violent monster to emerge from Ichigo, stirring him to life, and chopping off Ishida's hand when he'd tried to protect Orihime. And yet, even now, she hasn't learned that the price to pay can be dire when she just doesn't want to be left alone in this world.
"Don't go," she pleads again, her eyes starting to burn with tears. "Stay with me."
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Where is he? He doesn't know. He doesn't know any more than she does and it's her pleading that makes this click at long last. The person he hates, and yet, the only person he's ever so desperately tried to protect... besides her. His teeth grind tight, only the faintest noise slipping out, but one like someone's twisted a knife. How is he supposed to explain that he lost Ichigo?
His hands, fingers curled like claws, hover at her back until the sound of tears in her voice bring them to move. One goes to her arm, while the other settles at the top of her head.
"We can't talk out here, Inoue," He tell her, voice straining, but not nearly like it did when he and Ichigo rose up together that time. "But I'm not... I won't run this time. We find somewhere private and I'll tell you what I know."
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...Wouldn't he...?
She bites her lip, but acquiesces with a quiet, demure trio of nods. Somewhere private. All right. She can keep it together a little longer.
At the very least, she knows now that this pale duplicate of Ichigo isn't cruel or unkind. He'd saved her, and his effort to touch her and grant reassurance is appreciated. He knows her name, too. How does he know her? There has to be a reason why he feels so familiar, too, because this goes far beyond just looking like a photo negative of Ichigo.
Forcing her fingers to loosen, she draws a shaky breath and takes a step back. "I...anou...I was going to rent a hotel room if I couldn't find you. Do you have anything like that? Or do you need a place to sleep too?"
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Maybe she's guessed by now he doesn't have any good answers to give. Hell if she's right about him being anything but cruel and unkind though.
"Lets go," He says without hesitation. And then with something of a sideglance. "I'm in between places at the moment." Which was one way of saying he was temperamental, impulsive, and running out of cash.
If she was going to rent a place anyway then it's no big deal, right? "But I doubt this talk is going to last a night anyway. Lead the way, Princess."
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She stopped a few people to ask them if they knew of any low-priced hotels for backpacking tourists, and it was likely a good thing that he was there beside her to prevent any scoundrels from offering her a deal too good to be true in their own place.
The motel she found was probably sixty years old, the peeling wallpaper from the 60's at least with worn furniture and tomato colored shag carpet. The mattress was thin for the one bed, but the linens were clean and there were no unpleasant smells lingering in the unit.
Shedding her backpack, Orihime sank down into a mustard yellow armchair, looking hopefully up at Zan. "Okay. I think I'm ready."
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But eventually, they do find something. It's not too good to be true mostly because the deal is... really not that good. But it's good enough.
"Wow..." He says, looking around as they walk into that room. "This is the ugliest place I have ever seen." Or at least top ten. But hey, no bodies in the walls, that was something, probably.
His gaze slides back to her as she speaks. He wishes he'd kept his attention on the room. He can't stand that hope. She says she's ready. He's not.
"...Were you aware of how many beings actually make up the soul of Ichigo Kurosaki?"
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His opening question surprised her. "...Not really," she admitted. "I know his zanpaku'tou has its own willpower, but I'm not sure if it's separate from his soul or part of it. Kind of like my Shun Shun Rikka, I guess?" Orihime's fingertips lightly brushed one of her hairpins.
"I remember when he changed on top of Las Noches too...he seemed different, and even his reiatsu changed dramatically. But we never really talked about it."
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"It's a bit of both. Some parts separate, some parts the same. The way it's separate or the same depends upon the pieces in question here."
He moves to the bed, settling on it's edge. He casts a glance over her, watching her reactions, waiting for some revelation or recoil. The last one's a matter of time really.
"I'm one of those pieces. Sort of like the way a river run as a whole and splits into tributaries. Which is all to say, if you're looking for Ichigo, technically, you've found him. This is his body. Our body. It just so happens he's not in the driver's seat right now."
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But while she couldn't blame Ichigo for that, she also couldn't blame this man for being frustrated about it given that he was an important part of Ichigo's soul. Maybe he wanted Ichigo to understand him better and ask what he was like. He seemed like he was resentful, or maybe felt ignored, or taken for granted. So she said nothing either way, especially since that would just detract from the real subject at hand.
His statement served to perk her up and ease the subtle traces of anxiety in her face. "But he's still there inside of you? He hasn't been removed, like when he leaves as a shinigami?"
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"Don't get excited," He warns her. He turns his gaze away.
The other thing he hates? Not having the answers. He always has the answers. Or even if he doesn't, he can laugh them off as not mattering. 'What are you?' 'Who cares!' There's no laughing about this. At least not anymore.
"I've been in control for weeks. This? Doesn't happen. I was lucky if he let me have the reigns for minutes before, but he hasn't so much as said a word. Something's happened. I don't know what, we're not supposed to be able separate at all, but if he's here, he's not speaking up." His eyes return to her. Hidden behind the dark sunglasses. "He's shoved me into the dark before. A half-existence. I don't know why or how he could get himself into that, but if that's true, there's no calling him out. Not unless something drastic happens. Like that time on the top of Las Noches. I think you can imagine what a fluke that was even for us and how risky it would be now."
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There are hundreds of questions she still wanted to ask. It seemed like they have plenty of time to do it, though, and she didn't want to overwhelm him. As long as Ichigo was still alive, she wouldn't break down and despair. He must have been under a lot of stress, she reasoned, if he'd retreated so deeply into his soul. Maybe he just...needed a break. The part of his soul that took over didn't seem evil, nor did it seem like he'd taken over intentionally. She trusted him, she thought, but there was one thing in particular that bugged her.
"...Why...did you run away from me? When I called out to you," she asked quietly.
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But there's a very long silence at her question.
"You haven't worked it out yet," He muses aloud at last. "I thought not." He reaches up for the sunglasses still upon them and pulls them off. He folds them closed, head bowed, and sets them aside. And then as he lifts his head, his eyes open, blackened where the whites should be. "Otherwise you'd have run from me."
He gives her a minute, letting it sink in. Or not. He'll explain regardless.
"We've met, Inoue. I'll admit I wasn't entirely conscious for it, Ichigo and I are far from being able to merge like that while he's using his brain, but all the same. You called. We answered. You didn't seem to like how that went the last time so I didn't answer again. I wouldn't take it personal. It was a matter of time before one of Ichigo's old friends found me so I'd always planned to do something to throw you all off. But you're better than them, so I don't think that will be necessary. Do us both a favor and don't call for them after this. I actually don't want to hurt you, believe it or not."
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But apparently it wasn't just Ichigo that she'd hurt.
Orihime folded her arms more tightly around her stomach, quietly hugging herself as she listened. And she thought about what he said, making a small noise as her gaze fell to the ground. "...Whether I run from you...or if you run from me...the results are still the same, ne? We're still apart." She turned her head to look toward the door, her thumb rubbing back and forth just above her elbow.
"If that's what you want, I'll respect your wishes. I know I shouldn't be selfish about this, I just...I had to know whether or not he was okay. I was desperate." She exhaled and closed her eyes. "So what do you want? Do you want us to stay away from you? Or...would you be okay staying with me?"
Kenzi Malikov | Lost Girl | F+M
mello | death note (manga)
atsushi nakajima - bungo stray dogs - ota
Michael Guerin | Roswell, NM | OTA
Sebastian Monroe | Revolution | OTA
Harley Quinn | DCEU
Bucky Barnes - MCU - ota
Sort of 22-ish I guess?
His constant abandoning of her.). Because he doesn’t know. Doesn’t know that she’s given someone refuge. Sanctuary in Whitestone Castle’s walls. She’d found him, or perhaps he’d found her, she doesn’t know. And it doesn’t matter. She’d recognized something in him, she thinks. A shared shadow on their souls. A darkness that haunts their dreams. He’d needed help. A place to hide. To be safe.And so he’s here. They’re here. She doesn’t know his past. Doesn’t know what he’s done, what haunts him. But it doesn’t matter. She knows who he is. And she cares about him deeply.
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Then he found her.
Just as haunted.
Just as tired.
Bucky won't give this up, not for anything. Staying with Cassandra chases away the demons but neither of them question a nightmare, a tremor, a fragment of the darkness pushing violently towards the surface.
Maybe they can save one another because they understand one another far better than their friends and allies ever will.
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Nico Acosta :: OC :: M/F
Evie Montgomery :: OC :: F/M