Foxtrot

Plots and Pairings MxM

Hello and welcome,
My name is Foxtrot. I'm an MxM Rp'er and I consider myself as a high casual roleplayer.

-At least 2 Paragraphs, preferably more. You get what you give.
-One liners make me sad.
-I do smut, gore, etc. Tell me your limits.
-MxM
-Be patient.

Ideas and Plots:

BBC Robin Hood

Robin ‘Hood’ of Locksley was lord of Locksley and Earl of Huntington. He fought in the Third Crusade in Acre, Israel, for King Richard. He made his manservant, Much, a free man when they returned home from the Holy Land. Robin, after his return, lost his lands, house, title and was outlawed. He became the last hope for the people of Nottinghamshire. He and his band of Outlaws. He, Much, Will, Alan and Little John did what they did best; Steal from the rich and give it to the poor.

-Robin x Enemy (Knight, Noble, Landlord, etc.)
-Robin x Outlaw/Ally

*Robin falls in love with the son of his enemy, while the son wants nothing to do with him and wants nothing but making his father proud. Later on he realizes that what his father does is wrong and he tries to help the people of Nottingham-shire. Beginning at the nearby villages. He doesn't want to be discovered and thus does everything alone in secret. Until one day Robin captures him and finds out who it is who keeps helping his people and, without meaning to, messing up his plans.
I don't want them to start out all lovey-dovey right away, but I'd like them to feel like they're enemies like Robin is an enemy to the young man's father. That's really all I have for now.

*Robin rescues a young hunter from the Sheriff's men. If he hadn't been there the young man would've lost his hands and he would've been unable to ever hold a bow or anything else in his hands again. He feels like he owes Robin and offers him his bow to join him and his men. Robin had his doubts at first but decided to give him a chance. The hunter seems to be a fine man, though. He just needed a bit of training. But what happens when the huntsman starts to feel attracted to his savior? And what would Robin's reaction be?
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OWN IDEAS ALWAYS WELCOME!

Assassin

AC2, Brotherhood, Revelations

*It's carnival. The streets of Venice are filled with music, the scent of fresh food, masked men and women and a lot of drunkards. Ezio had decided to just enjoy his time that night. With mask he wouldn't be recognized anyways. As he drinks and sings and dances and cheers someone catches his eyes. A hooded figure in the dark. His gaze upon a woman. But it wasn't a gaze of desire or lust, but sheer hatred and hostility. In his hands he carries a small blade. Small enough to stay hidden in his sleeve, but long enough to kill a man, or woman. The moment the hooded man gets up to strike Ezio stops him.
The woman was the wife of a Templar, but just as bad. She was the cause that the man lost his family, just like Ezio lost his. But he's not trained and even if Ezio would've let him attack it would've been his death. So Ezio trains him. When he's good enough the two of them gather information about the woman and her husband so that they can track the both of them down.

Ezio x Templar/Noble
Ezio x Assassin/Student
Ezio x Yusuf

OC x OC

AC: Black Flag.

*Edward is staying in Havana for a few days when he gets robbed. The man who had robbed him turns out to be a warrior and pirate material, with the right training. It's something in his eyes. The man's spirit, love for booze and gold, adoration of the sea. Whatever it was, it caught Edwards attention and instead of killing him or punishing him too brutally he decides to keep an eye on him. Who knows? Maybe he'd find another good sailor and ally right there in Havana?

Edward x Pirate
Edward x Englishman (Captive or secret/dangerous love)
Edward x Templar/Assassin

OC x OC (Only if plot is good!)

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OWN IDEAS ALWAYS WELCOME!

Stallion (Cliché)

A rancher just lost his kid and wife due to a car accident. He now spends all his time working on the ranch. He hasn’t been away for a long time and people start worrying about him. His nights are spent getting drunk and trying to forget about his lost loved ones. Talking about it isn’t an option to him and no one dares to ask him about it.

But one day a young man from town pays him a visit. He’s searching for work and doesn’t know much about the rancher. As the older man realizes that he can’t work all by himself for much longer he decides to accept the offer of help. Thus the younger man starts working for him. He stays in the house with him so he doesn’t have to go home late at night.

After long rides, watching the sun set and talking a lot the younger man starts to feel strangely attracted to the older rancher. Will the rancher finally be able to deal with the death of his wife and kid? And what will happen between the two men?

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More Pairings

Angel x Demon
Mortal x Demon/Angel

Knight x Knight
Prince x Knight
Prince x Servant
Hunter x Knight/Soldier
Hunter x Prince/King
(Fantasy)
Prince/Knight x Dragon Rider

Cops
Soldiers

Western
Vikings
Pirates

OWN PAIRINGS AND PLOTS ALWAYS WELCOME

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

A pleasant bell rang melodically as Will watched his new boss move to his desk and watched him sit himself down. What the source of the sound was, was still unknown to him. The young Brit found it hard not to get distracted by the window. As long as there were a few feet between him and the glass wall he would be just fine. He wasn't afraid of heights as long as there was a distance between him and the height. Which, basically, made him afraid of heights. He just didn't want to admit it. He slowly brought his hand up to pull at the waves in his dark brown hair as he was gestured to approach.

When Will stood closer to the desk he brought his hand down again and folded it with the other behind his back. He decided he wanted to look sure of himself. He wanted to be impressive just like everyone seemed to be at the top floor. It wasn't fair really. Everyone being so tall and him being a midget Brit. Of course, he was exaggerating. "I won't let you down, sir." This was something he didn't say because he wanted to impress him. It was a promise he made to himself. Little Will wasn't someone who wanted to be bad at what he did. He was a perfectionist. Sometimes. He wanted to be the best in what he did.

The hazel eyed eyed the man in front of him for a while. He liked his look. It was daring to say the least. Especially compared to him. He was too insecure to wear colors at the office. He never knew how people reacted. It was strange though. Will didn't mind being a total asshole, as long as people wouldn't laugh at him for his looks. It was still a mystery to him why he reacted the way he did to comments about his appearance. He didn't feel like he was insecure, which he obviously was. Why else would a man feel more than just embarrassed when someone made a bad comment or a joke about his clothing. Lucky for him it didn't happen often as he played it safe. But the man in front of him didn't seem to care. Then again he didn't need to care. He looked good. To be more precise; He looked great.

Those thoughts all crossed his mind as he watched Takashi taking in the information that had popped up on his screen. It was only when he heard 'first job' that he was all ears again. He was aching for more information. What first job? What was expected from him? The man had moved to the front of the desk and sat himself down there. Suddenly they were much closer. Will was sure that, if he'd step forward, he'd be able to smell the man. What an odd thought to think about though. Hey, Will. What did you do on your first day? - Oh nothing, just sniffed at my boss. He couldn't keep his lips from twitching in a grin. Creep. But he found concentration within a second. He glanced over at the laptop and nodded. Interesting, he was going to work as an alarm clock.

Will paid close attention at the following instructions. He was eager to do this perfectly. He had not yet noticed the fact that he flipped the pages the other way than he himself, but he'd notice soon enough. He gave a firm nod and an excited smile. This was better than modeling. His body was his own and his boss seemed quite relaxed. It was already a pleasant day. Then again, he hadn't done much just yet. He took the folder from the other man's hands and kept it close to his chest with one hand while the other had positioned itself on his hip. "Thank you, sir. And I'll remind you when the meeting is and what it is about when I know more." The Brit couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the puzzled look on the elder man's face. Then he backed away and turned to the door to walk out. For a moment he paused and thought about whether he had an important question or not. Then he shrugged and walked out.

He positioned himself at his desk and opened the folder. He frowned when he didn't see the top sheet that he had seen just a minute ago when Marius had opened the folder. He flipped through the pages until, at the back, he saw the top sheet. After staring at the piece of paper for a while he just shrugged it away. He, however, decided to keep it the way it was. He wasn't sure whether it had a 'deeper meaning'. And thus he took out all the papers and started to sort them. It wasn't that boring. In the meantime he just read some of the titles that were written on the papers that passed through his hand as he stacked the papers. Most of it was merely an unknown language to him. He could see what it said but had no idea what it really meant.

And thus there he sat stacking paper and letting his eyes slide over the titles and numbers. It didn't take long before he found himself humming songs that crossed his mind. Often just one part of a song as that was all that managed to get stuck in his head. When he thought he was almost done another stack came in. Followed by another one.. And- yet again- another one. He frowned deeply at the stacks of paper on his desk. How lucky he was it was big enough to contain such a huge amount of paper. The songs had ended and so had the reading of titles. He was now just concentrating on putting everything in the right order. It was fun at first, but after a while his body got sick and tired of the constant movements. Picking up a folder, opening it, checking the number, closing it and putting it on the right stack before picking up another one. After about two hours he checked his phone to see what time it was. Then he checked the remaining pile and just shook his head and quickly stretched his body.

He got up and looked around him for a while. He needed a break. Even if it was just for a minute. Honestly, his body protested against all the sitting. Maybe an office job wasn't the best choice of jobs for him. But, strangely enough, he liked this one. Obviously not because of the stacking of folders and looking at numbers, but because it just felt right.

Five minutes later he continued what he was doing until he, after a bit more than four hours total, was done. The first thing he did was sighing relieved and rubbing his eyes. How could people do this day in and out? Stacking things. God, he remembered his job at a information desk where he had to call. He was still young and more impatient and restless than he was now, but it had been horrible. At least his chair was comfortable this time and his boss seemed to be an OK guy. Finally he got on his feet and grabbed the first stack, number one, to bring to Takashi's office. He couldn't knock this time as he'd definitely drop everything if he'd try. So he pushed the door open with his shoulder.

"Sir... Where should I put this?" He asked as he gazed over. Then he looked at the door. "I meant to knock, but.. I didn't want to drop this." He nodded at the papers in his hands. He wasn't sure whether he'd get barked at for just walking in like that or whether he'd get a normal, humane, reaction from the man. Thus he decided to now stick at the door and wait patiently with his eyes scanning over the man's form. One movement that indicated anger and he'd be out of there. Of course, he wasn't scared.. He was just cautious. Or so he'd like to call it. People barking at him just made him very uncomfortable and edgy. His brother always said that his 'true sass' got exposed when he'd get edgy. He never really understood what he meant by that...

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

Hopefully I'll be able to reply soon. Tomorrow is my flight to Florida, so I doubt I'll reply that day. Will have to use a phone though. Sorry!

MxM Ideas

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The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

... I will feed him all the chocolate

Cruel Hand, Kind Heart ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

Neeuuw you murdered him xDD

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

I'm very, very curious what would happen. Hahaha

Cruel Hand, Kind Heart ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

When the demon dropped a towel on top of his head it had caused a soft chuckle to leave the child's lips. He pushed it back a bit so he could look into the demon's eyes. Most children, and adults, would've started sobbing by now. But the demon, called Vaan, had promised to keep him safe. Little Dan believed in that promise and trusted him. Besides, he didn't think it was him who had killed his parents. He thought he was just there to protect him from the 'bad man'. "Papa?" The boy hummed softly. He wasn't quite certain about that one just yet. But he'd call him Vaan for now. Because, after several attempts, he was unable to pronounce his full name. Daniel gave him a few nods to let him know he understood and that he would come. He didn't want to get hurt as well. He wanted to be safe and not feel afraid.

Once again he was scooped up into the demon's arms. He was carried down the hallway to his room. It was a rather big room for a child of his age. The walls were white, but the ceiling was dark blue with yellow and white dots and clouds. There was also a small moon in the corner of his room. Daniel loved the night. He loved the starry ceiling of the sky and the pale globe that always seemed to change and place itself somewhere differently. There were some toys laying around on the carpet. Most of them in the corner of the room. There were also some drawings of strange creatures he'd see while he was in school. But those were all piled up as his parents hadn't allowed the young child to hang them on his wall.

Daniel had shook his head when Vaan said he couldn't go out without any clothes on. He agreed. He had been put on the ground and was now quickly walking to the closet in the corner of his room. He hesitated before opening and glanced inside the dark, wooden, closet for a while as if he was checking for monsters. There was nothing harmful there. Young Dan then grabbed a white shirt and a nice and warm sweater to pull over it. The sweater was grey and actually far too big for him. It reached till his knees and the sleeves covered his hands. He put on blue pants. It took him a while to button it. Then he sat himself down to put on his socks. He took a good look around before he got back on his feet and quickly got back to Vaanrasha.

His small hand took a hold of those of Vaan and he looked up. "I'm ready.." He then said softly. "I don't want to stay here. I don't want the bad man to return.." He gave a soft tug at the demon's hand and kept looking up with his pale blues. He didn't want to get hurt like his father and mother. Nor did he want 'Papa' to get hurt.

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

"Can you press the eleventh for me? Hello... Hello?" Will had been staring at one of the elevator's walls as he had been thinking about what to expect that day. Then he felt a hard poke in his ribs that woke him up. "What?" He blinked several times and looked down at a somewhat old lady who seemed to be judging him and his lack of attention. "Eleventh floor." He repeated and nodded at the buttons. The woman shook her head when he finally pressed it for her. He then looked up to where it showed the floor. He was at the ninth. He wasn't quite sure what made his mind trail of. No, correction. He knew exactly what it was that made him this distracted. New job. New job, new expectations, new chances, new everything and he was looking forward to it. "You're not going to make it far if you're like this all the time." The woman muttered in pure annoyance. "You're not going to make it far if you keep being this negative." Will replied before actually thinking about it. Enemy no. 1, check. The elder woman had huffed loudly and seemed highly offended by his remark. Will wasn't sure whether to be ashamed or be proud of himself. As long as his boss wouldn't find out what he said on his first day he was completely fine.

When he got to the hallway, which would soon become familiar, he took in a deep breath. It pleased him to know that this was where he'd work from now on. When he got to his new place of work, the desk, he looked down at a small leather bound binder. He sat himself down and made himself comfortable before he took a better look at the binder. "How to handle the President?" He read out loud with a growing frown on his face. Then he softly pulled at his hair as he opened the binder. He blinked somewhat surprised at the pictures and rules that were noted on paper. As he read the sentences; Do not baby the president. No matter what. He had hooked his finger in one of the three rings of the binder. He eyed the puppy picture below and rubbed his neck. "Alright.. I can manage that." He muttered softly to himself as he turned the page. The second picture made him chuckle softly, but he hid his grin behind his hand. Check. Don't walk in when you thumping. Reminding him of things wouldn't be much of a problem either. Next one wouldn't be much of a problem either. He didn't even want to know what would happen when he'd leave him alone in the train as he took a good look at the picture. six and seven, check. With the eighth he paused for a moment. That was right. He was Japanese. Softly he chewed on his lips and stared at the picture for a while. That was going to be fun. Sort of check. He turned the pages again. Yelling, great. He just had to keep himself from yelling back. He was a cougar when it came to defending himself. So he had to make sure not to snap back at him. The chocolate rule made him pause again. Did that mean he couldn't have chocolate either? That would be horrible. He adored chocolate. He couldn't not eat chocolate for an entire day. It would just be unfair if he'd eat chocolate and not give it to the president. He let out a deep sigh. No chocolate for the both of them it seemed. Then he was wished success. Last but not least there were some empty maps telling him that he could add some things for himself if he needed to. Thanks, Sylus

He then closed the map again and shoved it to the side of his desk so it was always close. His bag got located against the side of his desk and he himself was nice and comfortable on his chair. He looked on his watch for a moment before he stretched himself and took a better look around him. This was something he could get used to he assured himself with a nod.

Will's eyes were drawn to the doors to the president's office. He wondered whether he should introduce himself or whether he had to wait. He heard no crashing of lamps, chairs or any other crashable things. That meant it should be safe now, right? He sat there for a little longer in his, far too comfortable, chair as he stared at the doors. Should he wait or should he knock and introduce himself? And if he'd knock should he wait for a reply or should he carefully open the door? He made his choices and decided to knock, carefully open the door, apologize for his entrance and introduce himself. Yes, that sounded about right.

So he pushed the chair back and got up. His hand ran along the side of the desk as he walked around it and towards the door. He wondered whether this was a good idea. Oh f' it. He knocked on the door, waited for about three seconds and then carefully pushed it open. He found himself looking around at the office for a little while before his eyes fell upon the man at the coffee machine. Will froze. Hadn't this been the man that had freaked out over some sort of ball and glass? He looked over at one of the walls that was entirely out of glass. Yes, this was most definitely him. He wasn't sure what to think, but decided to tell himself not to judge him. Will cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to make my entrance this rude. My name is Will Barnett and I'm your new assistant." He was still standing in the doorway as he smiled at the, surprisingly, tall man. Or maybe he was just short. He wasn't sure. Or maybe it was both. Maybe he was short and Mr Takashi was just tall, which made him look even taller and made Will look more and more like a midget, no offence. Will wasn't sure why he spent so much time thinking of their lengths. He just did. He was sure that, if he had been standing right in front of him, he would've had to look up and most likely get a sore neck or something in that direction. The man was impressive. Let's just keep it at that.

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

Just to be sure. Was the coffee machine in or outside the office? xD I refuse to make any mistakes