Hunter kills demon, we go home happy.

[supermeme]

Natural Enemies Shipping Meme


Most of us are fortunate enough to not be plagued by "natural enemies" - or even worst, a group that serves as an opposing force. But that doesn't mean that there isn't swaths of society that just do not play well together. Hunters and demons. Predators and prey. Outlaws and lawmen. Vampires and slayers. Montagues and Capulets. The undead and the living. The list goes on. You know, the usual and the unusual alike. It seems like wars will always rage between them. Maybe it's better for these types to just avoid each other, lest there be bloodshed.

What if, though, you - yes, you - were a member of one group and you developed feelings for someone that should be a mortal enemy. Of course, the feelings weren't the expected ones of wanting to gouge eyeballs out; instead, it was love, and a returned one at that. That would be quite the predicament, wouldn't it? But what would it be like? What drew you to them? Would your love be a pure, romantic one, or more of a love/hate? And would you allow that to sway you or repress all those emotions until you burst?

Most importantly, would a happy ending be possible?

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character and preferences, plus any information because this meme needs at least a little! People are going to want to know who their character should "hate."
• Tag others.
• RNG or choose what kind of relationship you're playing from ROUTE and the tone of the eventual ending, which will theoretically color the thread.
• Play! Play out anything that strikes your fancy. Draw inspiration from the meme or come up with your own ideas.

ROUTE

• ROMANTIC LOVE: Despite who they are, you care for them. Whether this means you'll ignore outside influence, fight your own demons to be with them, run away with them, or change the system depends on you.
• LOVE/HATE: You despise them and all the stand for, but you can't keep away.

END

• HAPPY: No matter how bad life is, it will take a turn for the better.
• TRAGEDY: It may be good now, but eventually, everything is going to fall apart right in front of you.

Comments

Jesse McCree | Overwatch | 25+

[almightythirst]

[ Jesse is, depending on the circumstances (and potentially your point of view), either an agent of justice or an outlaw outright. Most likely he's both, and this could easily be an outlaw versus lawman situation with him on either side. The canon framework could be worked in too--Overwatch and Talon for example.

But I'm also a sucker for supernatural AUs and the like, so any hunter/monster dynamic would also be amazing. Jesse would most likely be the hunter, but I'm willing to turn that on its head. ]

[shrugging_edgelord]

[I'm down for a supernatural AU, maybe werewolf vs hunter in the old west or modern if you prefer?]

[almightythirst]

[ Awesome, like the sound of that! The old west sounds fun too. Were you thinking hunter!Jesse and werewolf!Reyes, or vice-versa? ]

[shrugging_edgelord]

[Good with either, choose what you’d prefer and I can start if you like!]

[almightythirst]

[ Cool, then I'll go with hunter!Jesse and were!Reyes/Reaper if that works for you! Totally arbitrary choice, there's no going wrong with either combo I think :) And a starter would be great, thank you! ]

lmk if this is ok or I should change anything!

[shrugging_edgelord]

Gabriel had come to town about six months back, bought a place about an hour's ride out and called it home. He hoped for the last time. Hunters were everywhere these days and as soon as one settled into town, he knew he had to be gone, lest they spot you for what you were.

Fortunately this place was pretty much in the middle of nowhere and never had any unpleasant supernatural related problems. No reason for any hunter to come lurking out here right?

He didn't take any job that pinned him down to a schedule, lest when the moon arose and he was "sick"...Well, best not give anyone ideas. So how to make a living?

Mostly? He created fancy horse tack. People back east loved it especially so once every couple months he rode to the nearby city, sold his wares to the shops there and they in turn resold it either further on, or right there. Wasn't an incredible living but he already bought and owned the land and the house so it was pretty much a matter of feeding himself and his horses, which the business did in spades.

It was Friday night and he decided to kick back and relax at the tavern, the room loud and smokey upon walking in and he bid people hello before taking a seat at the bar, ordering some food and beer as the entertainment for the night set up on stage.

He smiled as he looked about the room. it was a good life here. Simple. He only wished more werewolves like him could enjoy such a luxury instead of being hunted for their very hides.

this is excellent, thank you!

[almightythirst]

Usually Jesse would have no reason for stopping in such a small, unassuming sort of town. He goes where the monsters are, never staying long in one place once his job is done. The lifestyle works twofold: it keeps him safe from supernatural retribution—can’t kill what you can’t catch—and it keeps the townsfolk from getting too chummy. Or too suspicious. He’s got enough of a reputation already without adding mundane rumors to the mix.

But his last job had really thrown him for a loop. He’d gotten cocky. Overconfident, much as it stings at his pride to admit it. He’d taken a swipe from a revenant’s claws, the loathsome magic in its final act of violence almost taking Jesse down along with it. Even now, weeks later, the healing wounds still ache.

When explaining the situation to Angie, Jesse was almost more afraid of the medic than he had been of the creature that’d nearly killed him. And according to her, he’s not out of the woods just yet.

For once in your life, Jesse McCree, lay low. A couple of months at the least.

Her tone had brooked no argument, and Jesse knew better than to defy the doctor’s direct orders. So he’d found a perfectly ordinary city, big enough to disappear into with not a whisper of the supernatural about it. He’d rented a room. And now, he spends his nights like this: playing cards at the local tavern and trying to fight the urge to get back to work.

Until that miasma works itself out of your system, you’re vulnerable. Weaker than usual. Don’t tempt fate by being reckless.

He gracefully bows out of his current game with a tip of his hat, waving off the playful jeers and protests from the group he’d taken to gambling with. He’d gotten a tip of a different kind tonight, and someone had been helpful enough to turn his attention over to the bar. He settles in right next to Gabe, ordering another whiskey from the bartender before turning his attention to the stranger.

“Pardon me for interruptin’ your night.” He smiles to offset the intrusion—though he’d been paying attention, and the guy doesn’t seem to have come in with anyone. Jesse can’t be interrupting anything that important. “But are you the one everybody in town with a horse to their name has been praisin’ to high heaven? Been in the market for a new saddle for a while now, but I’ve never heard a whole town going so wild for one man’s work.”

[shrugging_edgelord]

Gabriel had a piece of steak halfway to his mouth when a younger guy came up to him. Didn't recognize him but then again while the town was small, passersby were common, only way the town could really stay in good business really. Still, something about the guy made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Instinct cluing him in, though to what he wasn't sure. Didn't look like a hunter...They always brandished something of their finest kill on them. A claw, a tooth, skin into boots...

Maybe he was getting paranoid in his older age.

The praise eased him down and he chuckled, taking a swig of his beer before speaking. "Word spreads fast here, also not a lot to talk about I guess when the biggest news is farmer John finding three yolks in an egg." he chuckled again, turning to him "Yeah I make saddles, custom orders kind of back-filled for awhile though."

Not really, but hey, good way to judge a guy was how serious they were about acquiring his work. Also how much they were willing to spend. Over the time he'd lived here he'd already raised prices several times to keep up with demand.

He cocked his head, "Could give you a quote, you sticking around town awhile?"

Alexios (or) Deimos | AC: Odyssey | ota

[godlyrage]

( As Alexios, Templar vs Assassin would easily work depending on the timeline. Earlier on, something along the lines of Mercenary vs Lawman, or even Mercenary vs Mercenary if one has a contract on the other.

As Deimos, just about anyone trying to control him would be seen as an enemy. )

Neal Caffrey » White Collar

[caffrey]

[ this is canon for him — Neal's nemesis would be someone who is in law enforcement or art recovery (in canon, white collar is a show where the main characters are an fbi agent and his criminal informant (Neal). I thought one of his sweetest and best love interest storylines was with an insurance recovery agent who matched him in wit (and outsmarted him many times). ]

Hibari Kyoya TYL || Katekyo Hitman Reborn || OTA

[traditionalskylark]

[Love/Hate all the way if you want actual enemies, he is not going to end up romantic with an actual enemy but he'll love-hate the hell out of someone. For Romantic may be able to swing not so much an enemy but one of the people who annoy him and he is not actively nice to so basically everyone. Information in the journal. Can do TYE version if requested.]

Mirio Togata | My Hero Academia

[perpetualsmiler]

[ He's working hard to become a Pro Hero so any villains/criminals or generally people who breaks the law for some reason could work. ]

lmk if you'd like to change anything o/

[saudadist]

[ He was the last person she wanted to fight. For many reasons.

She couldn't remember what hit her. It seemed like a piece of shrapnel from one of her coworkers-turned-foes elsewhere in the warehouse. It could've been a punch. It could've been a lot of things. All she knows now is something hit her helmet fast enough that she didn't see it coming and hard enough that it hit a fault in the metal and had it nearly breaking off of her in more than its regular two pieces as she hit the floor. Part of the helmet scratched the side of her head as it flew off, she's certain. The spot feels overly warm, but no blood to speak of. Yet. The hit scrambled her brain a bit as well, blurring both her vision and her thoughts. She can still hear the sounds of shouting, of multiple people fighting, but they all sound muffled as if there's cotton in her ears. It takes her a second to shamble up to her feet, but as she does, her hand goes to her face to hide it. It's a futile effort, as the combination of her hair, eyes, and horns would make her obvious to anyone who'd seen her more than once.

It's futile, but she only has that one pocket of normalcy with her anonymity. If she loses that, if he realizes she's... then it's over. The light is gone if that happens.

She can barely see through the dust and debris kicked up from the tussle, but she's regained enough of herself to shield herself with her vectors. It's all she feels she can do now, crouched as she is, because to lash out in this confusion... if she hits him, then... Just the thought makes her chest ache as if she's been stabbed with the coldest knife. ]

Nope, it's perfect \o/

[perpetualsmiler]

[ A Hero's duty is never easy. A simple statement to describe a complicated life. Heroes put their lives on the line, get injured, get killed...everything they do is for the sake protecting those they care about. The risks are something Mirio had been ready to live with since he was a kid. The simple, childish wish to protect others only grew up with him instead of going away. He never iamgined that those he would want to protect and those who broke the law would end being the same person.

There's a lot of ruckus around them, distant sounds of fighting and the occasional explosion or wall crumbling, but his eyes, behind the yellow visor of his hero suit, are locked onto the woman in front of him. The hair is the first hint but once he takes a step closer, the cat-like horns are what truly give her away. ]

Nyuu..? [ It can't be, it makes no sense. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that the sweet girl he knows has been fighting only a few minutes ago alongside the villains they were trying to stop. The way she's clutching her face and the broken helmet gets Mirio out of his head, realizing she's probably been hit by part of the falling debris. Worry immediately takes over any feelings of betrayal. ]

Nyuu, are you hurt!? [ He takes another step closer. It's not as fast as he usually moves because his limbs feel like they're filled with lead and there's an ache in his chest. ]

[saudadist]

[ She wishes the dust hadn't settled. With greater visibility, she catches sight of Mirio right away, and her gloved fingers dig into her face a bit more to stay securely in place. She tosses aside the remnants of her helmet, figuring the cursed thing is just useless now. She straightens up a bit, but her whole body recoils upon seeing him looking so worried. About...her? No, the other her.

Being slapped would've hurt less. So many things would have. It would be so much easier if he just looked at her like he didn't know her. ]

Don't... [ "Don't..." what? What was she planning to say? She can't remember. "Don't call me that," "don't come closer," "don't look at me like that," or so many others. She's not sure what's worse: the ache in her head or the ice cold dread twisting up her stomach.

Movement catches her eye, and her hand falls from her face as she scowls at the cause. One of her former colleagues has decided to try his luck aiming at her with a small projectile, thinking himself outside her distance. From her line of view, it looks like Mirio will be in its way, and she grits her teeth as her vision goes red. ]

Don't touch him!

[ Part of the ceiling falls, but rather than actually hit anyone, her vectors bend it so it stabs into the ground, forming a wall to block off the attack. When it starts to move toward them, the assailant rationally chooses to flee out one of the bigger holes punched into the wall from earlier in the fight. ]

[perpetualsmiler]

[ She sounds and looks like Nyuu but that is as far as the similarities go and Mirio's brain is trying to catch up. Maybe this is a trick? One of the villains could have a mimicking quirk and are changing their appearance to catch others off guard? Mirio cares deeply for Nyuu after all, they've gotten even closer lately and he enjoys spending time with her. But it doesn't make sense, until a few minutes ago that woman was trying to hide his face under a helmet, not use her appearance to her advantage.

When he comes closer, she's obviously shocked. It pulls something at his chest, like a string tightly wrapped around his heart that is now being yanked. This can't be right. Mirio freezes when she ask him to stop, she looks scared and confused, and he's never been cruel. Even if things are not how he expected them to be when he's been called otu to help, he's not about to attack her out of the blue. Distracted as he is with his own thoughts, - he will berate himself for this later because a hero needs to always be alert of his surroundings-, Mirio doesn't notice the other criminal aiming at them until she screams.

He's ready to use his quirk but it never comes to happen. The concrete ceiling cracks and then changes angle, hitting the ground instead, taking care of the situation. He's once again not sure what just happened, as he couldn't see Lucy's telekinetic abilities, but Mirio can tell that she was to one who saved him. With the other attacker gone - Mirio hopes the other Heroes will catch him before he goes away- he turns to the pink-haired girl. They do have a little more privacy now. ]

Ey...you protected me. Thank you. [ There's a grateful smile on his lips, not as big as his usual ones, but honestly sincere. ] Can I come closer? I promise I won't try to attack you.

[saudadist]

[ Despite what he says, her leg muscles tense up and her hands close at her sides. She's ready to spring away at any second. She doesn't want to believe he'd hurt her, and the influence of her other self insists she doesn't have to worry. It's just that little voice keeping back the impulse to flee.

Her her thumps louder, practically in her ears, and she does her best to force herself to breathe. It's just them now. At least, it is until other heroes come in. Then she'll probably be taken to jail, or maybe she could escape? Or... She takes a steadying breath to further banish any other intrusive thoughts. ]

I know you won't. [ She manages a tiny, awkward smile back at him. ] You've never hurt me before.

[perpetualsmiler]

[ Mirio returns the smile, it's not as wide as his usual ones but it's genuine. He wants to understand so so badly but this is the worst place for a conversation. The sounds around them are changing quickly, the fights dying out to be replaced by the sound of police sirens. Mirio frowns. Even if Nighteye hadn't taught him about deduction, it wouldn't take a genius to know how things would end if she stayed here and got caught. ]

Then you trust me, right? [ The blond's hand raises to the wide collar of the suit and he unclips the cape and holds it in his hand, the red cloth moving with the wind blowing through the opens holes in the building. The next second he's offering it to her to cover herself, but he doesn't try to touch her. He doesn't want to scare her by assuming too much. ] We should go somewhere else, somewhere safe, and talk.

[saudadist]

[ At first, she stumbles when she tries to parse what exactly he's saying. Trusting him is a no-brainer. Trusting him is risky. Going with him would definitely be safer than dealing with the authorities closing in. Going with him would hurt in a far more metaphorical sense. It may even shatter her, or, far worse to her, hurt him even more. Or, maybe it's a ruse after all and he plans not to talk but to just turn her in. She's divided on which to believe. Her feelings and her self-preservation are at odds, and she finds herself wishing she could just attack her problems with her ghostly fists like usual. ]

That's an absurd question.

[ Regardless of her hangups, she takes a solid hold of his cape with her left hand. Her eyes finally fall away from his face as she does, and inwardly she remarks how pleasant the material feels. An odd thought, but not unwelcome. ]

Just know...you might not like the answers to whatever you want to ask me.

Bialar Crais | FarScape | OTA

[notleavingquietly]

Joan Watson | Elementary

[formersurgeon]

[Consulting detective and criminal?]

sansa stark | asoiaf/got | ota

[eyried]

[ so many rival houses to choose from! ]

Deadpool | XMCU | ota

[fourthwalled]

[ooc: he's a crazy mercenary who never shuts up... so I'm sure that means there are plenty of people who'd be natural enemies to him. Both heroes and villains.]

Ben Solo | Star Wars | OTA

[neverreallygone]

Rey | Star Wars | OTA

[thesefirststeps]