On your doorstep

[morphs]

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all. Could this be...love?

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Daryl Dixon | TWD | ota

[nomeatonthesebones]

((daryl is a wanderer so, naturally, he'd end up wandering into your home like a stray dog off the street.

happy to play this as a no-zombies!au, wherein daryl is a drifter making his way from town to town? mun is still getting up to speed with canon - season 7 has me like whuuut - but all twd muses would, of course, be pure love. also open to cross-cannon and ocs!))

[wishfulpeace]

( would you be up for something with a jesus? I'm up to date with s9 currently but I can do no spoilers! I'm up for anything, a little canon divergence or otherwise, whatever you'd like to do. )

Agent South Dakota | Red vs Blue | OTA

[whosthemonsternow]

chloe decker — lucifer — ota

[devilsheel]

( can be either or )

post-s4? can always edit if you prefer earlier in their canon :)

[lightsthesun]

[He's just there one day, appearing as suddenly as he left, tugging uncomfortably at the stiff cuffs of his shirt as though he's not sure what else to do with his hands. He looks the same. He always does. Except for the wariness that's tugging at the corners of his mouth, dampening what should be a beaming smile.]

[God, please don't hate him.] Hello, Detective.

Ashe ☠ Overwatch ☠ ota

[deadlock_diva]

[ Either role! ]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Perne Archevauliere | FFXIV Non-WoL OC

[porcelainandblood]

[Feasible for either role.]

[starkraven]

It's the bird that tipped her off. It's somehow always birds. Small ones, big ones, in flocks or alone. Maybe Raven's parents knew exactly what they were doing when they named her as such. Perhaps it was always her fate to be like this. An opportunist. A scavenger. Following after her 'kin' to the bodies they've found and pick them clean of anything useful. Often it was animals, which she'd tear into for meat and skins. Sometimes it was a monster, no doubt the victim of some adventuring party or soldiers or sellswords, which she'd search for trinkets, trophies, or other sundries. There's a market for everything out there. Medals, chains, totems. Someone out there once put out an ad for ogre toenails. Disgusting, yes. Scavengers do not have the option of being discerning.

Very rarely, however, Raven came across the corpse of a person. Either one of those who had run afoul of the many wild beasts and vicious monsters of this inhospitable land, or those who had succumb to the environment in grisly fashion. Raven's seen all manner of causes of death. It's the ones that were victims of the dragons that she hated to see the most; they often left less behind for her to take. Though even that sight seemed far less common these days. What sick, selfish relief she felt upon noticing this body was still intact and undamaged.

A riderless chocobo found fighting against the storm just off the beaten path was what led her to this spot. Not that one could see the paths in this area at all under the layer of fresh snow, even with eyes guarded against the bitter winds. Raven tried to stop the beast of burden but it clearly wanted nothing at all to do with a stranger. Not one with such an impersonable aura as hers, anyway. It bolted right on past, making for the general direction of civilization. Whoever fitted its barding did a decent enough job, but it was a curious thing to note that it had no saddle on. Could be the rider was throw from its back in a bout of fright. Could be the straps broke and the owner bashed their head against the rocks buried in the snow, which is why they weren't presently chasing after their bird.

Whatever events transpired before her arrival, the end result was the same: Raven, hunched over in the snow, patting down what she thought was a corpse, checking for coin and other valuables, personal effects. There was a book. She took a look at its fine binding, decided it could be valuable as a filler for time even if it held no monetary value, and tucked it away into her pouch with the other items. It was then that the body stirred, a frigid hand clutching her wrist in its - her - thin, icy grip. Raven about lept out of her skin when that happened. When she heard her speak. She's pretty sure she said "don't" or "no" but in the middle of the strong winds it could have been much of anything. That's all before the elezen woman with her fine warm garbs lost consciousness again.

Raven debated with herself heavily on what to do with the woman, even as she shouldered her heavy, cold form all the way back to her cave. It was a stupid move. Call it guilt, or stubborn pride in her personal code, but Raven told herself she'd never take from a living person ever again. Nor would she take a life that could have been avoided. She had left that sort of life behind when her tribe dissolved. Of course she technically could have waited for the woman to give in to the elements in full, but that would have been a heavier burden to carry than this.



It's hours later, now. This cave's narrow, covered entrance was well guarded against the storm but still the wind could be heard howling faintly outside. The second loudest sounds were from the crackling firepit, its heat and light reflecting off the filthy walls. Off stones and dirt, furs and tools and weapons of varying levels of disrepair. Piles of clothes lay over sticks forming a makeshift rack against one such wall, with heavy boots laid out beneath them. Two pairs. A white full face mask of bleached bone, with red jewels for eyes, and red and black markings in the pitted surface lay atop a pile of rags nearby. There's a pot hanging from a chain embedded into the ceiling above the fire. Someone's clearly made this their home some time ago.

(The wig did not survive the trip back. It was all but a solid chunk of ice, and heavy besides. Maybe a search party can recover it...)

The only other noticeable sounds were that of breathing, however faint. Raven had practically buried the pair of them under a mass of blankets and furs. It muffled everything and kept in their shared body heat well. The woman still felt cool but no longer like a living block of ice, and while her breathing was shallow it no longer felt so thin as to make Raven believe it would stop at any moment. Raven was all too familiar with the signs of exposure. She had stripped the two of them down out of their cold and wet clothes, and with nothing but their skin between them she curled herself up against the woman's back as best she was able to considering how much taller the elezen was. Taller, so much lighter without all her clothes to weigh her down, but so slender. It was a wonder that she had survived out there as long as she had. No doubt she could thank her fine Ishgardian garments for that. Those could have sold for so much, too, had Raven arrived much later.

Raven continued to mull over her decision to rescue this stranger at all. She doubted that graciousness would be waiting for her once she fully regained consciousness. No doubt this would come off as a compromising situation on first blush and that's just a gracious interpretation. Bandits were not known for being given the benefit of the doubt. Raven braced herself for the worst even as she silently hoped the woman would make it through the night after all. There was no second thought to how this crossed over any boundaries of intimacy or personal space. This was just about survival. If the woman couldn't understand that, well, that was on her. Raven could clear her conscience after this easily enough. All she could right now was wait, and try not to doze off.

Call it instinct or what-have-you, Raven knew it was foolish to become lost in the feeling of holding another person so close, and yet all the same found it comforting. Despite everything it was comforting to not be alone. To share in this warmth. Who knew that the notion of not speaking at length with another human being for months on end would come crashing in on her at a time like this, at the slightest touch...

Once again, the woman stirred against her. Raven once again braced herself for the worst outcome.

Tifa Lockhart || Final Fantasy VII Compilation

[lightning_fists]

[ I mean, she's pretty good at picking up strays... ]

Caster | Fate/Extra | OTA

[eightfoldblessing]

[ Pretty simple setup. Caster would have ended up on your character's doorstep due to the untimely demise of their previous 'Master'. (she's like a turbo familiar) She could have been covered in blood or just fading away due to the lack of 'mana', but thankfully your character was there.

Due to whatever reasons we can totally hash out if need be, Caster has now become your character's Servant dedicated to protecting them with her life. She also now aspires to be their 'perfect wife' even if they're not so receptive to her lovey doveyness.

But is this genuine, or is it just a ruse Caster puts on? For she still has yet to reveal her true identity, an identity that may change things forever. ]

Llewellyn Watts | Murdoch Mysteries | OTA

[gadaboutdetective]

(Watts has been known to get in over his head during investigations, it wouldn’t be weird for someone to get the jump on him and for him to need medical assistance! Could also be a reversed situation, though be prepared for him to want to know everything that happened and try to investigate if that’s the case. Open to all canon or cross canon interactions!!)

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Lio Fotia | Promare | M/M

[blazingburnish]

[Ends up on your doorstep injured.]

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

[la_bonne_chose]

nyra varda | star wars oc

[coffinjockey]

[ basic info, she's more than likely the one to turn up at your door. ]

Liara | Merlin OC | ota

[greenthumbliara]

[Liara lives alone in a centuries old cabin on her family's property, which is most forest with acreage closest to the cabin cleared for farming. Feel free to show up at her door.]

Roxas | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

[seasaltkeys]

[ooc: it's more likely he's at your doorstep, but the opposite could also happen.]

Tonks - HP

[metamorphical]

[Either one!]

Misty Day | AHS: Coven | OTA

[shadowsran]

[Sure is unlucky enough and mobile/basically-homeless enough to be showing up anyplace uninvited, and just as likely to be stumbling upon some equally unfortunate soul to the point it could be called a hobby.]

jyn erso || rogue one || ota

[made_of_stars]

cassian andor || rogue one || ota

[rebellionbuilt]

Ginia | OC | OTA

[unlucky7]

[More likely to end up on someone's doorstep, but happy to play it the opposite way!]

Nico Moreno | OC | M/F

[salvando_vidas]

[ooc: His door is always open.]

Grace Callahan | OC | F/M

[new_beginnings]

[ooc: The one with the home.]