Come back to me

[venturus]

ALWAYS COME BACK smut meme; They may be a rambler, a gambler, always on the run, a wanted criminal, someone with a higher calling, or just not the type to spend time with you (which may be fine by you), yet somehow, they'll always find their way back to your door. And they'll, again and again, find themselves wanting you, for support, for healing, for feeling alive, for venting frustration and anger, for anything and everything at all. You'll welcome them with open arms...and an open bed, because you want them, too. Comment: prefs, info, preferred role, etc. Reply: to others. Thread: with them.

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Mark Temple | Red vs. Blue | M/M, M/NB

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Info, kink list, and general permissions. Crosscanon and AUs and OCs welcome.]

Aera Mirus Fleuret | FFXV | OTA

[firstoracle]

[ooc;; seeing as she is an oracle she can be either role, returning form a pilgrimage or waiting for someone to come home. Would love some Ardyn's to play off of, even for some bitter sweet stuff! But will play with others as well. Preferred M/F. ]

jesse mccree, overwatch.

[oldtownroad]

[ voicetesting. he'll most likely be the one on the run. ]

alex wilson / supernatural/btvs oc

[soullessalex]

[ hunter of supernatural things. ota! ]

Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler | Overwatch

[watching_over_you]

*Can be either role. She runs off to try to heal the world or she's at her post and always waiting for the person to return one day.*

[oldtownroad]

[ howdy! would you be interested in something with mccree? ]

[watching_over_you]

(*I would adore that! I always headcanon that they were at least best friends during Overwatch golden years since they're the same age and both orphaned and brought in ;w; Please let me know if you have any ideas!)

[oldtownroad]

[ ooc: that's perfect, i definitely feel that too. i'm thinking maybe they've been deployed on separate missions for a couple months and one night they happen to both be at the base? or mercy's been at her post and mccree comes back for a night. either way, i can start but lmk if you want an established relationship for the two or first time fluff :) ]

[watching_over_you]

(*ooc: Established would be A+! A reunion after deployment wold be perfect 8D)

[oldtownroad]

[ a cloaked figure stumbled through the darkness, navigating through the base on nothing but pure muscle memory and his hazy vision. it felt like his bones were about to break, like his joints were held together by iron nails and each movement of his body slowly dug them in deeper and deeper. the mission in numbani was supposed to be a quick one-- in and out, is what morrison assured him-- but a slight miscount (nearly a hundred or so off) of the number of goons the enemy had turned the easy task into something he thought he'd never make out of alive.

which is why the first place he thought to go to was not the infirmary, though he probably would find her there too.

bloodied knuckles tapped against a door to private quarters marked 'dr. ziegler'. jesse didn't know if she was there or not, he never really did and more often than not he was met with silence instead of her angelic face, but it was always worth a shot. ]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

[ooc: Either role.]

Ienzo | Kingdom Hearts 3

[radiantlegacy]

[I'll be straight up honest and specific about my needs, here-

I'm lookin' for Rikus, Any Xehanort-Variants, or the rare Luxord/Marluxia/Demyx somebodies to come knockin' 'round the Radiant Garden castle postern door or slipping through a darkness corridor for some sweet soft science boy attention.]

[wildlyblooming]

It seemed like such an unlikely place to keep returning to, especially after having been completed once again. Radiant Garden was filled with former members of Organization XIII, most of which Lauriam had double crossed during his time as Marluxia. Saying that they weren't thrilled to see his face among them once more was a bit of an understatement. Still, Radiant Garden was as good of a place as any to try and escape the thorns that dug into his newly revived heart. Lauriam had nearly forgotten what it had meant to feel anything once he had become a Nobody, leaving him lost in a sea of emotions without a life jacket once the Keyblade Master had made him whole once again. Memories of the past made his heart ache with a nearly breathtaking pain. Visions of her, a feeling of inconsolable grief, a distinct feeling of shame...All of it haunted him relentlessly, seeing Strelitzia around every corner.

He couldn't stay. Not if he wanted to survive.

Before Lauriam knew it, he'd found himself in the most unlikely of places, with the most unlikely of companions: Ienzo. He couldn't quite place his finger on why, exactly, but being around the other younger man was like a balm to his weary heart. It combined well with the fact that it seemed that both of them had a mutual physical attraction to one another. Oh, Lauriam had noticed the way Ienzo's eyes followed after him as he crossed the room, catching his gaze lingering a little too long to be considered polite when he thought that he wasn't looking. The feeling was mutual, of course, and it had kept him coming back, time and time again.

And now, Lauriam's patience grows thin with the charade, dancing around conversation with subtle innuendos to hint at interest in one another. Lauriam closes the space between them, boldly moving into Ienzo's personal space with a fluid grace that is expected of him. Being so close undoubtedly gives the shorter man a hint of the scent of flowers, perpetually following Lauriam around, even when he had been Marluxia. Keen blue eyes are turned down to look over the features of his face while a hand lifts, surprisingly soft and warm as they brush along Ienzo's jawline and down his neck, an effort to arouse some sort of reaction from him.

"If you plan on stopping me," Lauriam's voice, low with need, murmurs quietly to him, nearly a whisper. "you should probably do it soon, Ienzo." The intention is clear. He wants him.

[radiantlegacy]

Every unearned courtesy and civility had been presented to their latest guest, through gritted teeth and too-bright wary eyes, but some veneers were only so paper-thin, even for an illusionist. Though Ienzo had managed to handle things with impressive grace, particularly compared to the stone and ice and chill of his compatriots, at no point had he seemed unlike a little grey cat with his tail lashing, his back arched.

But he'd grown some too, since Castle Oblivion. There was a certain pride in his reclaimed destiny now, defiance in the way he raised his chin and spoke like somebody who hadn't been cast down to the second string. Zexion's sullen bitterness has loosened to give way to a very subtle princely comport, a pout that was more pensive than smug, and it must have been what caught Lauriam's easy attention- it made his dangerously elegant demeanor begin to warm and unfurl, pretty and alluring.

Ienzo thought he was quite above such distractions, but with a heart's whim to catch him off-guard, and a flustered reawakening of very human things like desire, he could always be proven wrong.

He'd done his very best to keep his guard up, but wariness wound up prickling through his limbs into something that resembled arousal too much to be ignored, and when Lauriam finally cornered him, reached for him... Well, Ienzo found himself peering up through heavy-lidded eyes and less outright hatred than a ponderous weighing of how much he was willing to roll the corners of his dignity back for the sake of curiousity, of temptation. Of something that reeked of slightly obscene obsesiance, packaged in a gesture of good will.

"To be frank," his words are just as low but placed in a very exacting way, and a pink tongue makes a darting run behind his lips, moistening their insides. Ienzo swallows, feeling his heart heavy between his ears and somewhere below his navel, too. "lately I've been dedicating most of my energies to stopping Xehanort."

"And now that it's over and done with," he sighs in a very worn-out and resigned sort of way, susceptible to a little taste of lazing debauchery. Letting his chin tip toward the cradle of Lauriam's hand, Ienzo raises his eyes and they're still piercing, despite the deep circles of shadow beneath them. Someone really should have hauled this poor boy off to bed hours ago, instead of letting him stay up late, plying visitors for some clue to What Happened To Braig over teacups and biscuits. "I'm very tired of rallying resistance around here."

[wildlyblooming]

Ienzo's change hasn't gone unnoticed. After all, the last time they had seen one another had been within the walls of Castle Oblivion, icy gazes exchanged and Zexion appearing before him only as long as was absolutely necessary. Understandably so, as he one of the original members of the Organization, passed up in favor of placing one of their newest members in charge of a whole facility. Well. That had ended poorly for all involved, but at least they could take solace in the fact that Xemnas, or Xehanort, whichever one felt like calling him, was long gone, never to darken their doorsteps again. Still, the changes that have taken place with Ienzo himself were fascinating to him. It hadn't been hard for Ienzo to catch Lauriam's eye, nor for Lauriam himself to decide that he would have him, in one way or another.

Was that arrogance? It absolutely was. And for a while, Lauriam had thought that Ienzo might have been immune to his elegant charm, well-mannered, with the hint of seduction lingering just beneath the surface. But when Ienzo turns his gaze to him and the look within his eyes isn't that of hatred, he realizes that even he isn't completely immune to Lauriam's charms. He's grateful that they are alone in this moment, for if one of the others had seem him so very close to one of their own, they would undoubtedly have something to say.

But it's Ienzo that has something to say now and Lauriam listens to him intently, letting his eyes wander over the features of his face, lingering just a little longer on those lips as he speaks, temptation gnawing at him. Patience, Lauriam, he reminds himself. There's no hurry in this. But when Ienzo lifts his piercing gaze to him, Lauriam follows and meets it head on. He works hard, as is evident by the dark circles under his eyes. Too hard. "Well, then. Put that resistance to bed and let it rest." Lauriam says with a small smirk, just barely curling at the corners of his lips, amusement dancing within the depths of his eyes.

It's slow enough for Ienzo to stop, should he really want to. Lauriam closes the distance, pressing a kiss to the younger man's lips, slow, yet with heat simmering just beneath the surface. It's as if Lauriam is giving him an open invitation to show that he wants this, his hand lifting to slide along Ienzo's neck and slowly sift into the back of his hair. Warm fingers work their way into his strands, eventually cupping the back of his head to pull him into the kiss just a little more. Ienzo's lips are soft against his own, unsurprisingly so. He had always thought they might be, the taste of whatever tea he had chosen that day to keep him going through the late night hours on them.

[radiantlegacy]

Interesting selection of words, and he can't help the slight dimpling at the corner of his mouth, a small incautious smirk, a silent huff though his nose. Sure. Why not, then? The absolute worst that can happen is diplomatic disaster, or discovering he enjoys it too much to bow out. No one's about to wind him around their thumb anymore. Surely even Lauriam couldn't manage that, no matter how effortlessly he tried?

He opens his mouth to speak, intention forming on his tongue, but Lauriam's not letting him get it out quick enough, moving in smoothly, overriding any cooled forethought with pressure and warmth and suddenness, the ripple racing and blooming over his chest so unanticipated that he can't help but bob his head and reel a little, brows flying up...and then a guiding hand is there, supporting the weightlessness of wonder and holding him steady.

Ienzo's is grateful, in that short moment, a dangerous thought to be meandering between the softness of their mouths, escaping in a very quiet sound of relief, muted against the faint buzz of his teeth. His shoulders rise and flex a little against the presence of fingers at his neck, rolling slowly as if to encourage just a little kneading, and he pushes up onto his toes, wanting to at least gain some ground, feel less like he's shrinking away from this. Best to meet someone like Lauriam head on, or at least try to keep pace.

And if a valve of tension just happens to find release along the way, then... well, maybe there's at least one endgame in sight where everyone wins a little.

[antedupmyheart]

Luxord - Rould, now that he's finally reclaimed his heart at the end of the long game Xemnas had been playing - has only ever heard whispers about Radiant Garden. Or rather, the world it had become, once it had fallen to darkness. Intriguing whispers, certainly, but hardly enough to hold the whole of a story. Not when he's only set foot in Radiant Garden the once, and that only because Xemnas had decided that had been the best place to first confront the Keybearer himself. Still it is a point of call. Somewhere he knows, and can reach, and when he finds himself lost and adrift in the wake of that final hand, it's a simple enough thing to lean into that curiosity and let the currents of darkness carry him to a world that's no doubt full of any of a number of interesting little diversions.

Of course, he does rather stand out - there's nothing for it, when he has little more than the clothes on his back and his cards besides (now down one, but otherwise in good order) - but he keeps his hood down and his step light as he makes his way through some of the lesser-inhabited alleys of the city. He's only just regained his humanity; he'd rather not find out the hard way that the locals are less than inclined to be friendly to a stranger in a black cloak.

In time, however, he makes it up to the doors of the castle, and there he stays for a long moment, taking in what he can see and comparing it to the castle he knows. There will, no doubt, still need to be some manner of repairs, but it's certainly impressive, he has to admit.

"Quite the work of craftsmanship."

He's mostly speaking to himself. But neither has he spent a lot of time looking to see if there's anyone else who might be near enough to overhear.

[radiantlegacy]

There's a newly installed monitor, intercom, and a discreet surveillance camera set into the wall just beside the doors, and now that there's motion detected it whirs to life, scanning Rould head to foot.

But it doesn't take long for Ienzo to peer at his gummiphone intently, deciding whether or not he should alert the guards at once, or go down to the front himself, so that this unlikely visitor is spared the spears and intensive questioning before he can even get a courteous word in.

It helps at least that after the recent precedent of Demyx turning up out of the blue, they're less wary of welcoming a few of their old compatriots, provided they're part of this hinted-at collusion to take apart the Real Organization from the inside.

What a fine set of turncoats everyone is turning out to be, these days.

"I'm terribly sorry no one is there to receive you at the gate, we're a little shorthanded today." He finally breezes at a brisk clip, in a voice unusually lightened- whether that's the artificial distortions of the 'phone voice' intercom or otherwise.

Luxord had always been someone fairly smooth-tempered and easy to reason with- provided you remained well mannered, and sometimes willing to indulge a round of friendly play. He really does hope with all his heart that this is another 'gift' from Vexen (is he coming back home soon?) or that Lady Luck's at least dealt the gambler a kinder hand, this go round.

Very shortly after, the screen winks on- revealing a familiar face curtained by unruly bangs, one eye showing keenness that's slightly wearied, for his age. Zexion's always had such a serious look about him, but this time it genuinely seems like someone's been burning the proverbial candle at both ends for some time, all work no play. Shame. Such is the way of self-improvement?

Ienzo tries not to smile- but it's encouraging to think that some of these 'benchwarmers' Demyx alluded to may have escaped a terrible fate, and it's...flattering, maybe, that they've washed up on Radiant Garden's doorstep. He tries not to let the past cloud his heart with wary bias. Marluxia would likely be a very different story.

"State your name and business, please?"

[antedupmyheart]

"Will wonders never cease."

This is genuinely muttered under his breath - while his time in both iterations of the Organization has familiarized him with the idea of computers as a whole, it genuinely hadn't occurred to him to consider using them like this. Not that he disapproves, mind. If anything, his expression is genuinely intrigued. If they can be put to this, then what other purposes might they have. True, he suspects a fair few of the details of how all of what he's seeing (and not seeing) are going to be quite beyond him, but that doesn't mean that he isn't still curious none the less. Even if the current matter at hand is simply getting past the gates in the first place.

That said, it's a comfort to hear a voice that is at least reasonably familiar. If nothing else, it's an indication that he hasn't misplayed his hand in coming here, and the indication that there's a least somewhere that might be willing to take in an almost-stranger (a familiar face made stranger, perhaps?) who's let the tides of fate carry them along besides certainly doesn't hurt, and there's the beginnings of a smile on his face besides, once Ienzo's face pops up on the screen besides.

(He doesn't miss that weariness either, eyes long-since trained to spot tells picking it out with ease, for all he tucks it gently away for now. There are other matter to see to, and it's hardly polite to accuse one's potential host of being exhausted when one hasn't even been let in properly, no matter what fancy gadgetry they might happen to have on hand.)

"Rould, at your service."

There's a bow to go with the words, sweeping and theatrical, but very clearly genuinely meant besides. After all, while he is still much the same as Ienzo remembers him, he doesn't much care to use the name he'd had while in the Organization. He's quit that game and its often-bizarre rules. Plus he has been asked his name, which seems a perfectly good time to get the necessary re-introductions out of the way.

"As for the rest, it would be most accurate to say that I've found myself cast adrift. A wayward wanderer on the seas of fate."

Even over the intercom and monitor, there's no denying the truth to his words, nor the the fact that his eyes are once again blue rather than Xehanort's sickly yellow. (A color which, to be frank, had not done his general complexion any favors, for all that there hadn't been anything for it either.)

[radiantlegacy]

Wonders indeed, this smart security system really makes this ideal for determining sort-of-critical things like change in eye color from far more distance than a traditional peephole... and the young apprentice barely needs to so much as squint at his gummiphone to make a brief appraisal. He could call on the guards just to be safe, but... just this once, he's willing to take a little risk.

After all, he'd genuinely enjoyed knocking heads together with Luxord, when they'd worked together last on the ins and outs of navigating Castle Oblivion, devising an accessible way to set down data memories into illusionary rooms, so as to not otherwise lose ones way in a confounding labyrinth of floors.

Of all the seemingly random recruits, it was in the gambler that they'd really struck gold, and far as Zexion was concerned- true, he treated all his work like a sporting game, but at least he always played to win, employing strategy when necessary and the right bluff when leaving things to chance, and he'd served with surprisingly polite competance, for someone who might be sooner written off as a cad and a scoundrel.

He'd been sorely suspicious, when first hearing that Luxord had been swapped out for Axel in the new headquarters. That had been the first sign that the elimination round was a looking a little more deadly from there on.

"Imagine that." He smiled warmly, and listened to Rould's breezing explaination of his plight, deciding that yes, he wouldn't leave it to waiting around for Aeleus or Dilan to vet him through the hassle of interrogations this time- not if they were off duty.

"A real pleasure, Rould." The illusionist dipped his head, starting off, the screen giving hints to his motion, if one noted the slight bobbing progression of the corridor background. "And you may call me Ienzo... I'll be down there in just a moment. What luck that you'd managed to locate our home, to wash ashore! I don't suppose you've run into anyone in town yet, have you? Are you interested in long term accomodations, or is this a waypoint?"

Cisco Ramon | The Flash TV | OTA

[entropyhappens]

[Cisco doesn't takes the breecher job with Gypsy but ends up stranded on his own after they break up. He doesn't think he has anyone to return to, prove him wrong?]

Lavernius Tucker | Red vs Blue

[lovernotafighter]

[Either role!]

Darien Fawkes | The Invisible Man | M/F

[nowyouseehim]

[Either role.]

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

[ooc: Either role.]

Evie Montgomery | OC | F/M

[la_bonne_chose]

[ooc: Probably being returned to.]