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cwritesforfun · 3 months

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Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader: love as sweet as sugarcubes

You're a Victor from District 5 (Power/Electricity) and you won the 67th Hunger Games, two years after Finnick won his games. He was impressed by your knife work and immediately befriended you the next year. You both have been Mentors for 8 years together and have been each other’s best friend in the Capitol. This year is the 75th Hunger Games/the Quarter Quell.

Y/N = Your Name

** I do not own the Hunger Games plot. The scenes are in italics and from Catching Fire and all rights go to them.

this is a LONG one and it is not fully accurate to the books teehee

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been standing with the other tribute from District 5 and he has glared at me for hours. I have no idea what I did wrong. I walk away and lean against the wall away from people.

Finnick walks up twirling a sugar cube asking, "Do you want a sugar cube? I mean it's supposed to be for the horses, but I mean, who cares about them, right? They got years to eat sugar whereas, you and I, well if we see something sweet, we better grab it." I answer, “Don’t sugarcoat the truth. It’s bad for your teeth.” He smirks, reaches out to hug me, and says, “Oh how I’ve missed you.” I hug him back and say, “I’ve missed you too, Finnick. I will take a sugar cube though.” He tosses one and I catch it in my mouth prompting us to high-five each other. Finnick asks, “Hey, why does the other tribute from District 5 hate me? I asked where you were and he gave me the worst glare I’ve ever seen.” I answer, “He hates everyone. I don’t know why he’s in such a pissy mood. He was fine on the train here.” He replies, “So we hate him, good to know. By the way, you look really hot and I don’t think it’s the heat radiating off of your dress.” I smirk and reply, “Thanks. You’re hot too. It’s making me feel wet and I don’t think it’s because you're from the fishing district.” He blushes a little and says, “Hey…” My stylist runs up right then and pulls me away. It’s apparently time to be shown off to the Capitol. Damn, and I was just getting my flirt on... :(

Two Nights Later...

Finnick caught me as we walked to the elevator following our weaponry practice and told me to meet him on the roof in an hour. I don’t particularly like breaking the rules and being out late, but I’m going to die soon in the games anyway.

I walk out to the roof and see Finnick leaning on it. I lean next to him and say, “It’s quite pretty up here.” He replies, “It makes you think that the city is actually a decent place to live and somewhere you want to have a future.” I reply, “Yeah… people loved you during the opening parade. Caesar Flickerman complimented you and his praise will do wonders in influencing the people here. You have a real shot at winning this game.” He replies, “Yeah. Everyone loves you too. I mean, what’s there not to like? You won with kindness during the interviews and by showing your power with knives and sweet talk in the games. After the games, you’ve held your end of the bargain by appearing on TV with Caesar Flickerman and being the Capitol’s friend. And not only that, but every tribute here is practically in love with you.” I laugh and say, “Very funny. But, actually, everyone is in love with you, not me. I've heard many people say they'd choose you over me.” He replies, “Districts 1 & 2 think you would be a perfect addition to their team, but they know you won’t join them because I won’t. They think you’ll only go where I go, which is crazy because we're not that dependent on each other. Beetee and Wiress are in love with your brains. Your District 5 friend is mad at the Capitol for loving you more than him, even though he thinks he’s put more effort and work into it. Yet, he still wants you on his team and with him. Katniss let slip she wanted you on her team and she barely likes anyone here. I am. I could go on, but I won’t.” I ask, “Why did you just say you are? You didn’t even elaborate. What did you mean?” He faces me and I face him. He then exclaims, “I love you Y/N. I know we have less than a week left of our lives and I should’ve told you earlier so we had a chance to be happy. I'm such an idiot for not telling you and now I'm realizing that if you don't like me back, you will kill me first in the arena. I'm just regretting this. I should really learn to think with my head not my heart." I ask, "Wait, are you being dead serious?" He answers, "Yeah I am. Ugh, um let me just take it back. We can pretend I never said anything and we never met up tonight. Let's stay friends for the games." I answer, "You can't just take it back. Especially, not when I feel the same towards you! I love you, Finnick Odair!" He smiles and says, "You're lying now." I reply, "Pretty sure, I know my own feelings. In fact, I've always loved you. I thought I just liked having you in my life and around, but the longer we spent time together, I learned my feelings for you could only be one thing, love." He cups my face and asks, "May I kiss you?" I answer, "Yes."

SKIP to the Interviews ...

I'm watching Finnick's interview right now and I'm about to walk out. Caesar Flickerman says, "And Finnick, I hear you have something special to tell the Capitol about a special someone in your life." Who could they be talking about!? Finnick looks right into the camera and exclaims "My love, you have my heart. For all eternity. And if I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips." I gasp and start coughing as he walks off.

I quickly stop coughing and put on a smile. I walk out waving and hug Caesar Flickerman. He exclaims, "My oh my, Miss Y/N. You've grown so much and you've always been the Capitol's best friend. Right, everyone?" There are cheers and I exclaim, "And you're my best friend, Caesar." He laughs and the crowd cheers again. God, they're so easy to please. Caesar asks, "We'll miss you so much. Truly. Is there anything or anyone you will miss?" I answer, "Yes, I will miss so many people. Starting with, my family. I love you, mom and dad. I'll miss you, the people of the Capitol, and all of your excitement. I will miss the person with whom I shared my last kiss because if we had more time, I would've kissed you so much more and shown you so much love." He replies, "Oh, do tell us more." I reply, "All I can tell you, Caesar, is that this man that I kissed is someone who I've liked for years and I love him so much. He's got the kindest soul and he's one of the most loving men I've ever met." He replies, "Ah young love. I'm sure he will be cheering for you this year. Miss Y/N everyone!" I bow then walk up to my spot in the lineup.

Finnick glances over at me, makes a kissy face, and smiles. I smile back. God, I'm so in love. Why do we have to go in these Games?!

SKIP to the GAMES ...

Protecting Katniss is my new line of duty. Finnick, Beetee, Peeta, Johanna, and I are the main ones set to protect Katniss. Mags and Wiress are both on team Katniss as well. I know we don't need a team name, but it makes me avoid thinking about the games. Team Katniss for the win! Even though, we've only been in the arena for a day.

I'm with Johanna, Beetee, Wiress, and Blight right now. I love Johanna to be honest, she can come off as rude, but deep down, I know she cares about people. She just doesn't want to show weakness of any kind.

Before the games started, Finnick begged me to find him first and I told him that Katniss had to be our first priority to survive. He was pissed and said that our relationship should be number one over Katniss' survival. However, to survive and get out, we have to save Katniss. I can only hope that Finnick and I find each other alive. Honestly, we were both not explaining ourselves clearly enough during that last night. We both were just filled with so many emotions and we needed to let them out.

We just ran through the blood rain and made it onto the beach. Johanna starts screaming at Wiress and Beetee. I hear my name being screamed and I see Finnick. I keep washing the blood out of my hair because there is no way I want to hug him covered in blood.

Finnick starts running his hands through my hair washing it out and I exclaim, "Careful, Finnick. We'll all know who you were talking about during your interview." He says, "Let them," as he spins me around and brings his lips to mine.

Finnick pulls away and says, "Look, I need to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so rash and rude the night before the games started. I didn't even let you explain your side and that's not a healthy way to start a relationship." I reply, "It's not. I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have blown things out of proportion when you said we should prioritize each other. I love you so much and wanted you to be okay. I do want to prioritize us and be in a relationship with you, before the end." He smiles and says, "I love you so much too. Now let's get this blood off of you!"

... SKIP to the end of the games...

... The plan is hatched!!!

Katniss insists I go with her and Johanna if Peeta cannot come. Finnick pleads with her to not take me and I agree that I should be with Katniss causing Finnick to shake his head. He walks forward, puts his hand on either side of my head, and says, “You do know what this means, right?” I answer, “It means we’ll survive. We signed up for this, Finnick. I’ll be okay. I’ll come back to you, I promise.” He replies, “I love you.” I reply, “I love you too."

I split off with Johanna and Katniss. As if on cue as we walk, Johanna pins Katniss down. I grab Katniss' legs trying to keep her down to the ground and we yank her tracker out. I whisper, "Careers, we need to move." Johanna nods.

Johanna and I lead the final Careers, Brutus and Enobaria, away from Katniss. It's all for Katniss.

The last thing I remember about the Arena was the loud boom and it sounded like electricity breaking everywhere.

... PART TWO??!?! ...

I'm already writing it hehehehe

#the hunger games #the hunger games catching fire #catching fire #thg finnick #finnick odair #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick fanfic #thg series #thg fanfiction

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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House of Mouse AU: Yuu and the Princess and the Frog Characters

*bangs fists on table* Mum Tiana! Mum Tiana! Mum Tiana!

I always see Tiana as the mum friend of the princesses and that is absolutely correct. She sees Yuu and is like: is anyone going to mother her? *Minnie and several other characters are about to raise their hands* No? Okay! Here sweetie, have some gumbo and beignets 😊

She just sees how hard Yuu works in a world where all odds seem to be against her and she’s still smiling and making due with what she has when all she has is literally nothing just so touched. Besides she knows a thing or two about the restaurant business - if Yuu looks like she needs a hand, Tiana will be there to help and to remind her to take a break. And nobody is going to interrupt that break if they don’t want to answer to her.

Yuu definitely has a job offer for Tiana’s Place

She’s not going to let Yuu get bullied by anyone either. When she first found out about Sam and his friends from the other side, alarm bells started ringing but Yuu was quick to comfort her by saying how Sam is like a cool protective older brother and how he gives her discounts and stuff and would never let harm come to her so she reluctantly lets it go. But don’t worry, she’s friends with an alligator and is a master at knife-wielding (and she has many knives) and as Ralph Breaks the Internet has taught us, she is not afraid to use a rolling pin.

Dr Facilier literally gave Yuu a grin and before he could open his mouth, Tiana had gently taken Yuu’s hand and guided her away whilst giving the shadow man a deathly glare.

Charlotte adores Yuu. She’s like the fun aunt that always brings super expensive presents every time she visits. Every time Yuu stops at her table, she’s just bursting with happy energy, ready to hear about all of the boys at NRC.

Also, side note:

Prince Naveen/Charlotte La Bouff 🤝 Kalim Al Asim

*Willing to buy a country for Tiana/Yuu’s happiness*

When Naveen isn’t busy giving his wife the biggest heart eyes ever, being chaotic with Aladdin and Eugene or getting too invested in the Yuu ship war, he’s just ready to give Yuu all of the appreciation in the world because damn, he was worried when his parents cut him off as a grown man but Yuu is literally a penniless teenager living in a dangerous, broken down, abandoned building with no way of contacting her friends/family/loved ones and she has no magic in a world where literally everyone else has magic and she’s an only girl in an all boys school (and yeah, Naveen might have been an ignorant, carefree party boy who flirted with literally everyone but he knows that there are guys out there who are dangerous. Just because he’s very big on consent doesn’t mean the rest of the world is).

Like he literally sees this sweet, kind girl and he and Charlotte are already making kidnapping adoption plans.

Tiana: *right when she and her husband are about to enter the club* Now honey, I know that you think that Yuu would be happier with us but remember she has her friends and sort-of adoptive father back at her school and kidnapping is illegal here. And yes, it is still considered kidnapping even if she comes willingly.

Louis and Ray love Yuu. They work with Naveen to compose the most incredible song for when it’s time for her and her suitor to dance together (the PatF gang all ship KalimYuu by the way)

Dr Facilier thinks Yuu is cool. Both of them are living with disadvantages and don’t really have that much control over their lives - only instead of living with resentment like he does, she just marches on. She knows better than to make a deal with him though *Azul memories intensify* but he’s a really charming and charismatic guy. He’s fun to hang around with when you watch out for him trying to swindle you. Yuu always talks about Sam and how cool she finds him and his shadows and the two of them talk about voodoo and hoodoo and yay *new friend unlocked*

He teaches her card tricks so that she can show off to Ace

@adrianasunderworld

#house of mouse au #twst yuu #twst #fem yuu #twisted wonderland

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lackablazeical · 1 year

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Addams! AU Snippet 6: 'Freakshow'

FULL CREDIT TO WRITER NewFallenLeaves ON A03!!!!!! SHE MAKES KILLER ANGST AND FLUFF ALIKE, CHECK OUT ALL HER WORKS!!!! NOW!!!!! IF YOU LOVE OR CARE ABOUT ANYTHING, DO IT. NOW. BEFORE I GET U /J

As usual, art to add on! It was a 1 layer challenge I gave up on partway thru, mostly just cus I wanted to be done with it, lol! Greyscale is always so fun, tho!

Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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“Hold still, you little scumsucker.” As the burly human patted Mikey down, he came up quickly with two small daggers tucked into Mikey’s belt, as well as the ones hidden in the holster at the small of his back. “Shit, kid, how many more knives have you got, huh? Cough ‘em up.”

“Well,” said Mikey, “There’s the whole family with Mr. Stabby, and Miss Gashy, and the Puncture Brothers, and Auntie Slicer, and–”

The pile of small blades was already over half-a-dozen strong, and the man still managed to find three more.

“Oh, no!” Mikey wailed as the last one hit the table. He twisted against the tight ropes that bound his wrists behind his back, “You’re going to take all of them?”

“We know who sent you, we’re not taking any chances.” Finally satisfied, the man hauled Mikey none-too-gently by the elbow and dragged him out of the covered wooden cart that served as the freak show’s ‘office.’

The small encampment was reminiscent of a traveling gypsy convoy, with colorfully painted covered wagons. Some were cages for “FEARSOME GRUESOME MUST-SEE MUTANTS” with bold-lettered signs and warnings to stay back. Others were smaller, with striped awnings and shelves of cheap merchandise or galleries of rigged carnival games, with “STEP RIGHT UP AND TAKE A CHANCE” invitations for any fool willing to throw away hard-earned coin.

The heavy-set human dragged Mikey toward one of the larger cage carts. “Gonna put you someplace where you’re too worried about stayin’ alive to think about running off or causin’ trouble.”

He stopped in front of the enclosure. It looked as sparse and uncomfortable as any of the other terrible accommodations in the traveling freakshow. Unadorned iron bars, no straw or hay strewn for the mutant held within. The guard shoved Mikey through and slammed the cell door behind him.

Mikey tumbled onto the grated metal floor, lying prone while he waited for the man’s footsteps to fade. As soon as everything was silent, he flipped upright. From the corner of the cage came a low, throaty growling, and the occupant of the cell rose to his feet.

Even hunched, the alligator mutant was massive. Four times Mikey’s size. Larger than Raph, even, and little else save teeth and muscle.

“Don’t be…alarmed.” Every word the alligator spoke was slow and deliberate. “I…won’t harm you.”

“I know!” said Mikey. “I made Donnie do research on everything before I came.”

“You…know?”

“Woulda been pretty stupid for me to run in here without knowing everything about this lame-o sideshow. Besides, getting details is easy. It was supposed to add to Mama’s Spectacle Spectacular, after all. She bought it. And it woulda been such a cool thing, too! Everybody loves her circus, she has all the nicest hotel rooms for her performers, and you get to eat at the buffet, and the bar is open all night, and–”

“You…don’t seem…concerned,” said the alligator. “Were you…not poached…like the rest of us?”

“Ha! Nobody could poach me if they tried. Know how much Donnie has to add to his tranq formula to knock me out? Betcha don’t, because it’s a lot. I have resistance.” With a quick roll of his hips and shoulders, Mikey twisted his bound hands from behind his back and hopped over them like a backward jump rope. “Boy, am I glad they put me in here, you’re my first choice, anyway.”

“For…what?”

“For helping, of course! These humans turned out to be a bunch of dirty, no-good, double-crosser, deal-breaker cheaters, and they took Mama’s money and tried to cut and run. So now Mama wants me to burn the whole thing to the ground! Isn’t that great?! Anyway, are you good with pulverizing all the stuff? Because Raph didn’t wanna come, he was busy watching the Mrs. Cuddles’ Puppets-in-Peril Halloween Specials marathon. So if you could go ahead and do all the smashing, that would be awesome.”

“…smashing?”

Instead of replying, Mikey stuck out his tongue as he reached for a spot on the back of his neck, just below the rim of his shell. He withdrew a short, narrow length of sharpened metal, and proceeded to cut through the ropes.

“You managed…to sneak in a weapon,” the alligator marveled.

“Pffft,” said Mikey. “He only took my knives. This is my shiv.”

With his hands free, Mikey took a moment to stretch like a dancer before a routine. Then he promptly flopped down into a sitting position, legs crisscrossed. He set the shiv down on the floor of the cage and began pulling random assorted items out from non-existent pockets in his clothing and lining them up. “I still got lots of good stuff, see? This is my bolo, and this is my garrote, and this is my ice pick, and this is my can opener, and this is my bookend, and this is my cherry pitter, and this is my…”

The alligator watched as Mikey continued unabated. He blinked slowly at each new addition to the stockpile, his face becoming more and more skeptical as the items became less and less…perilous. When Mikey placed a penny down, he finally spoke.

“What…exactly…do you intend to accomplish…with a coin?”

“Ooooo, goody, I’m glad you noticed, I like this one.” Mikey flipped the penny with his thumb and caught it between his fingers. When he held it up to the light, the sharpened edge all around its circumference gleamed. “We’ll use it first!”

He tugged loose a lacing from the knee of his pants and looped it around the penny. Then he stood, approached the bars of the cage, took a deep breath…and began shrieking.

“HELP HELP MISTER JAILER GUY, I’M SCARED I DON’T WANNA GET EATEN BY AN ALLIGATOR!” Mikey twisted and rammed his shell against the bars to make even more noise. The camp echoed with resounding, repeated clang-clang-clang. “LEMME OUT LEMME OUT LEMME OUT OH PLEASE OH PLEASE!”

Several of the freakshow guards were on ‘patrol,’ roaming the perimeter of the camp. One who was nearby didn’t exactly come running, but he did seem annoyed and stepped quickly in the direction of the cage. “Shut up, kid. The more you screech the faster that freaking monster’s gonna chomp on you, just to get the goddamn noise to sto–”

The guard’s yells pitched up into a howl as a razor-edged penny, launched like a slingshot, lodged in his eye.

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong?!” a fellow guard hurried up to assist him.

Mikey grinned as he picked up another weapon from his cache, aimed it between the bars, and punched a button.

Two metal barbs pierced the second man’s chest and an electrical current lit up his entire frame with sparks. He collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

“That’s my taser,” Mikey said. He reached through the bars and fished a keyring out of the guard’s pocket and quickly released the lock. He jumped onto the cage door and rode it as it swung open, dropping the taser in the dirt beside the unfortunate human, current still running.

“Come on, mister—ah–” Mikey craned his neck to look at the advertisement emblazoned across the top of the cage, “--Lethal Leatherhead! Smashy-smash, while I torch everything!”

Tentatively, Leatherhead stepped out of his enclosure. “You wish…to burn everything? With what…?”

But Mikey had already withdrawn a liquid-filled bottle from some hidden pocket in his coat. He drew a long, silken scarf from his glove by sleight of hand, flicked it to catch the flame on the tail of his mask, and then stuffed the burning wick into the neck of the bottle. “Molotov cocktail!”

He flung the bottle through the window of the largest wagon. The resulting explosion blew out the remaining glass, and Mikey dashed forward to intercept as guards raced to escape the inferno.

“What the hell is going o–”

“Machete!”

The man who had unluckily blundered closest to him gurgled, the handle blooming from his throat.

“Clothespins!”

Another guard screeched and flailed as two small wooden clips were driven into his eyes.

“Lanyard!”

Strangled gagging.

“Teacup!”

Wailing.

Leatherhead watched from the open door of his enclosure as Mikey continued his spree, shrieking the name of every item he produced and laughing maniacally as he dashed from one victim to the next.

A rhinoceros mutant in the cage next to his leaned towards the bars. “Friend of yours?”

“If it will convince him…to not jam a small kitchen tool down my throat…” Leatherhead ripped apart the hinges on the rhino mutant’s cage, “...then I will readily be his friend.”

The screech of “Rice paddle!” and a subsequent choking sound echoed across the grounds. Both mutants cringed.

“...rice paddle. Sure.” The rhino tagged along after Leatherhead as he moved to next cage. As that door bashed open, a warthog mutant jumped free and clasped hands with the rhino. They jostled briefly before turning to flee into the night. “Good luck with your crazy friend.”

“Bottlecap!” Mikey cackled from somewhere across the camp. “Stapler!”

Wet, squelching thumps and more screams.

A gangly mutant with mantis-like arms lounged near the door of his enclosure, watching Leatherhead expectantly. “That kiddo yous got over there has the right idea, I say,” he drawled.

Leatherhead nodded. “Fist,” he said. And punched the cage.

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cowboyjen68 · 1 year

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hi jen! first off, i love your blog and it definitely helped me realize i’m a femme by helping me realize just how much i love butches. now i’ve been in a relationship with a butch for close to two months and it might be crazy but i can really see myself marrying my butch one day. i never knew i could feel so loved and cared for before i met them. what i wanted to ask you is, what can i do to be a good lover to my butch? is there anything you as a butch would recommend all lovers of butches to do for their honey? i hope you’re having a great day

I pushed away my natural attraction to femmes for fear of being "like a man" or "predatory". Basically I was letting rhetoric from straight and LGBT Communities form my ideas about what butch/femme meant. The myth that butches (or femmes) don't exist outside of their relationship to each other and that is was mimicing Man/Woman roles and societal rules was pushed at me from many angles.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with feeling at our most butch/femme when with each other and gaining stength from our chemistry with each other, both as friends and in romantic situations. There is also no reason to act in ways we are not comfortable JUST to push back against roles that are perceived as "heteronormative". Denying what makes us happy is akin to parents being upset when their son like trucks and rough housing because that makes him "stereotypical". No. It makes him human and people should be able to enjoy what they love without being judges for being stereotypical OR going against the grain.

My last girlfriend (and deepest love of my life) didn't use femme and I didn't care because her connection with me was undeniable and deep. She made me feel loved and wanted and unique.

My first girlfriend was a dyed in the wool strong femme. She tried her best to get me to embrace my butchness and the understand that I was allowed to be protective and do nice things for her while also letting my guard down and being vulnerable in intimate situations. I was not ready.

Here are some of the things that made me feel safe and seen as exactly who I was, a short butch with an outgoing personality and a zest for life and people who deperately wanted to let my passion for women free from supression.

Helping me pick outfits. I am pretty utilitarian in my clothing style. When we had a nice dinner out or a party my last girlfriend would help me pick clothes that looked good on me. Encouraging me to wear a tie or crisp button down. She let me wear my suspenders or a fitted vest and helped me button it up and straighten the seams. It is a miracle we ever made it to dinner when she did that.

Establishing I am hers in public settings, even if no one else noticed. When she would slide her hand on to the small of my back under my coat or flannel and rest it there I would go weak in the knees. Feeling her gentle touch, letting me know she is there with only me was like being drunk on feeling good.

Don't assume sexual roles or bedroom activities are a certain way for your butch. Touch is important to me but vulnerability was hard. Build trust and have some fun but in the privacy of our beds all butch/ femme stereo types should be left out in the cold and what ever brings out mutual passion should be the goal.

Pocket knives, belt buckles, and ugly Christmas sweaters are my favorite gifts. Things she made and frogs or toads she has thrifted are wonderful reminders that she knows me and loves me. She still sends tiny gifts to me because our friendship is strong and for that I am grateful. Figure out what tiny things make her smile or laugh and even bring her out of her comfort zone in a fun way. I wear too tight ugly sweatshirts that she gave me all the time and give no shits as to what other think because they remind me of her.

I am so glad you found love and passion with your butch and are doing your best to honor her as she is. Being a butch woman is never easy out in the world but being butch in a warm and caring home with a loving femme is peak lesbian life.

#butch #lesbian #love #femme

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mega-ringsandthings-world · 11 months

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I’ve been thinking a lot about tristamp Vash and Knives’ mother, not Rem but what’s technically their bio mother, the Plant that birthed them. I wonder if they ever knew anything about her or vice versa. We do see Rem showing Vash and Knives around the Plant rooms, presumably it was one of those Plants who gave birth to them (and Tesla) so they could have seen their “mother” without knowing, or Rem could have even pointed her out to them, though that seems very unlikely. It’s quite likely that their mother Plant was decommissioned (studied by the SEEDS 5 scientists, given the rarity of Plant births) after their birth or was used up Last Run style to birth them, (in trimax we see how gruesome Knives’ rebirth is) or else was just kept a secret from them or was highly classified by SEEDS 5. I don’t think that their “bio mother” would be something that Vash or Knives would have cared about during the first year of their lives, seeing as how they had Rem, but after finding Tesla they might have gotten curious about their roots, pun intended, or at least Knives would have, because there’s the sense that Vash might have shied away from finding anything out after Tesla. While there’s no information about their plant mother in the files we see Vash and Knives access, it has to be somewhere, Vash and Knives and Tesla’s births were recorded on SEEDS 5, so the Plant or Plants that birthed them, (since it’s Tesla may have had a different plant mother and probably did) would also be on record. It’s entirely possible that Knives may have looked for information on their plant mother (and Tesla’s) and maybe did find out about her, maybe found out that she was no longer living, or even that she was. Maybe he saw her at some point on SEEDS 5, or maybe he couldn’t find her at all, maybe she was lost somewhere on the planet in the Fall. Maybe one of his reasons for doggedly collecting the red plants and any plants in general, as we see him take the healthy plant in Jenora, is that he’s looking for his “real” mother. Be it out of genuine curiosity, spite against Rem, or a want to use her in his plans. In any case, it would be very interesting to see that meeting between her and Vash and Knives. In trimax, Plants are in fact sentient and have will and awareness, and in tristamp the scene in the Sand Steamer seems to hint that they also have will and awareness despite whatever Dr. Conrad says (because that man is lying) in the Sand Steamer the Plant responded to Vash’s plea for help, she knew he was a plant as well, so I wonder if Vash and Knives came face to face with their “mother” Plant, would she recognize them or display some special connection to them? Would she be able to communicate any differently with them than the others? Plants are not human, but tristamp plants are very close to human, and seeing the twins might evoke a “maternal” instinct in the same way Vash’s distress evoked aid from his sister plant. I can see Knives trying to use her to foster a sense of connection between the Plants and Vash, i.e, pointing her out as the one who physically created them, and seeing the being that is technically his bio mother might actually succeed in doing that to a degree, knowing how Vash is about mothers. There are just so many things to consider about Vash and Knives’ plant mother, and it’s such a shame the Plants are never discussed in enough depth to even get a hint to speculate on about things like that.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun meta #trigun stampede #trigun stampede meta #trigun plants #vash the stampede #millions knives #vash tristamp #knives tristamp #trigun thoughts

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chemdisaster · 11 months

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fic about scar's childhood in cd au. it wasn't fun

TW: referenced domestic violence, emotional abuse, general misery

Scar feels filthy.

Tiles swim under his feet; greased with wine and more that he can only guess at and would rather not, it's like walking through a minefield. The kitchen floor is littered with barely concealed destruction, and it's not a new thing, not to him. The drops of wine look like blood; maybe they are, because there aren't many ways to bleed in this household.

As he treads the slippery ceramic, rising to the tips of his toes to avoid imaginary bombs at every step, a sickeningly sweet smell wafts through the air. Something terrible happened in this room last night; he's the only one who knows, and he holds this knowledge sacred.

Few things in this world are meant for him.

Yesterday night, she screamed his name.

He was sure he was going to come help her—go out there with all the strength the pool ever gave him and push, threaten his father into backing off, make him stop. Scar's never been very strong, not at home, but in that moment he felt like he could be.

He ended up sitting on his bed for hours. Hands shaking, knives and pairs of scissors spread out around him in a circle of shame, willing himself to move, thinking, this will be the one, this will be the moment he finally gets up and does something—

He never did.

At some point the screams and crashes tapered off into slammed doors; eventually, the flat was thrown into silence and Scar was left alone, shaking and terrified and having done nothing in the end. The knives slipped out of his grip, and maybe it was better this way, because would any last scrap of courage have mattered?

No. No, it wouldn't.

Scar is a name he chose, and maybe it's his by more than just the marks on his own body. Maybe it's a branding, a curse—a painful reminder of every bad thing that's ever happened in his family, and one person to carry the load. Something to hide, to ignore, to try to get rid of—

Maybe he's the curse.

His mum said once that she wished he'd never been born. Holding him, tears staining a bruised cheek, she kissed his forehead and said, I wish you didn't have to live like this. Looked into his child eyes, uncomprehending, scared at seeing his mother cry, and said, you don't deserve this. Maybe if you didn't exist, then things would be easier for us. For all of us.

He was small then. She thought he would forget.

Scar never told her that he remembered. That his childhood is a blur of dates and names and faces, but it's moments like these that stand out clear as numbers against the slate of his past—muddy and jumbled and filthy, just like the kitchen floor. Just like his father and just like him and just like everything he's ever known.

He's an aberration, a defect. He shouldn't be here, and he doesn't need his mother's dry, spindly fingers to tell him that.

Maybe that, then, is why he did nothing yesterday. Why he hid in his room and held a knife in each hand and fooled himself into thinking he could save his mother when she said to him all those years ago that she didn't need his saving. He doesn't belong here; he could stand in front of his father right now and he'd be nothing more than a ghost, a cruel product of his parents' mistakes, something to be gone.

Scar doesn't exist. So he tiptoes around the dirty kitchen and listens to his parents talking with false cheer in their voice and does not let on that he was awake yesterday. Because he might as well have been asleep.

His mother said once that she wished he'd never been born.

That might be one of the few things they ever agreed on.

#tw alcohol mention #tw domestic violence #tw emotional abuse #tw abuse #cat dad au #worddisaster #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #gtws angst #hermitfic

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So I just finished watching Knives Out and Glass Onion and this gave me a modern Bridgerton AU idea. Imagine young Edmund Bridgerton getting wrapped up in some murder mystery, only to be saved by a beautiful detective by the name of Violet Ledger. He eventually manages to convince her to go on a date with him and two years later they are married with a baby on the way. But Violet still continued her career in solving crimes while Edmund was happy to stay at home with their children.

Now imagine the spouses each being potential murder suspects that Violet takes a shine to, has them tag along as her Watson, and after each crime is solved somehow sets them up with one of her children.

"Edmund I have found the most wonderful young lady for Anthony! The way she confronted her father's killer was brilliant. Never did like Mr. Sheffield or wife. But I must have that lovely girl in our family!"

"I swear Edmund, Benedict either needs to marry this girl or we're adopting her. Sophie is just the nicest girl and the way she absolutely called out Araminta was brilliant! Thank goodness that knife was fake though."

"I knew little Penelope was Whistledown! You owe me a foot massage and a bottle of wine Edmund! To think that she and Eloise staged that huge fight in college before she went missing. Oh but to think she's had to live under a different identity all these years to protect her family from her dreadful cousin and Cressida Cowper. Eloise is of course grounded for hiding this for these year but I do think she is ready to enter the field herself. Now, how soon do you wanna bet it'll take Colin to get back from his trip in Alaska and propose to her once he hears Penelope is alive?"

You know I really need to watch Knives Out and Glass Onion. Your Watson comment gave me an idea though.

Detective Violet Bridgerton, full time detective, part time unofficial matchmaker, and technically a viscountess.

Look it's not Violet's fault all these precious murder suspects are perfect for her children, or that the first one she met very early in her career became her little viscount husband. Oh, don't look at her like that she makes sure they're not actually murderers!

Like Simon, Michael, Sophie for example the poor dears were being framed! It was no secret Simon hated his father, or that at times Michael was jealous of his cousin, or that Sophie was an illegitimate daughter. The real murderers did use those facts against them though, and then Whistledown came in with their riddles and chaos.

But once that was all cleared up Violet just had to introduced them to her children Daphne, Francesca, and Benedict. Perfect matches!

Then there was Kate. Kate was suspected to be the one behind her sister's kidnapping, Many claimed a recent row between them was what "pushed" Kate to do it, despite Kate's claims of loving her little sister. Violet believed Kate though, and with that riddle from that annoying Whistledown, they found Edwina who pointed at the real kidnappers, Mr. and Mrs. Sheffield.

Kate was brilliant and had a stubbornness that could rival Violet's oldest Anthony. How could she not introduce them?

Her latest case Violet had done the impossible and found the match for stubborn second born daughter, Eloise.

Phillip Crane was the number one suspect in the murders of his father, brother, and sister in-law. He was also believed to be the one to have kidnapped his niece and nephew. That was thankfully proven false, and they found the twins. Phillip is currently filing for custody.

Whistledown confused Violet for this case though. They have never been so direct before. Less riddles and more clear messages.

"I find it odd that the messages were directed towards Phillip," Edmund said after his wife shared her musings.

"You're right it was odd," Violet said as she read over the case file. One of these files went over the murder victims. Violet's eyes narrowed on Marina Thompson, to be more precise her listed family.

Under the family portion someone had listed Jack, Penelope, and Felicity Featherington with a question mark and connected written next to the names.

Violet had to stop herself from falling from the chair. The death of Archibald Featherington and the disappearance of his two youngest daughters was Violet's first failed case. Everyone knew Jack Featherington had something to do with it, but they could never find the evidence to put him away.

It was also after this case that Whistledown made their first appearance, with their mocking riddles.

Is this connection why Whistledown was so direct? Violet had to figure it out. It was time Whistledown came out of the shadows anyway.

Eloise told Violet that Phillip was taking the twins to see family in Gloucestershire today. Violet didn't want to follow Phillip, after all she did like him and she hopes he'll become her son in-law one day, but things were not adding up.

When Violet pulled up to the house behind Phillip she saw nine cars there in total. Five of them she recognized. Was all her little Watsons in on this? What was going on?

Walking around the property Violet found a semi hidden shed. If one was not looking for it nor already knew where it was one would miss it. Testing the handle, she found it was unlocked. The inside looked like a meeting room with a long table and several different white and cork boards litter the room. If Violet didn't know any better she would think it was a writing room, but then she started to look closer what was written on the papers.

They were secrets. Some innocent like a list of which high society members fancied other high society members. To much more serious secrets such as illegitimate children, finances, shady deals made with shady organizations. Violet picked up a seal, on it was a capital W in a delicate scripted font.

"Whistledown," Violet whispered.

Every single case Violet had with her little Watsons flashed through her head. Was Whistledown trying to feed information to her like she assumed or was it to them? And what about this last case that made it so personal that Whistledown didn't even try to hide behind a riddle?

Violet had to figure this out.

Boom!

Violet hit the ground. A shotgun it sounds like. Possibly a warning shot since nothing around her nor herself looks to be hit.

"Don't move!" A female voice ordered.

Violet found two guns in her face while she was being pulled up by a third set of hands. Getting a proper look Violet saw three young faces, a boy around her youngest son's age while the two girls were close to her youngest daughter's age.

The red head among them didn't even look shocked by Violet's presence. "Detective Bridgerton, why don't you come inside."

The three put their weapons away and led Violet into the house, where she was met with her little Watsons and another red head, this one around Eloise's age.

"Detective Bridgerton," the older red head greeted. "I think it's been about twelve years since we last saw one another in person."

The younger red ahead went to stand next to the older one. With them standing next to one another they look like sisters. Violet stares at them a moment longer before realization hits.

"Penelope and Felicity Featherington."

The two red heads wave.

So turns out Whistledown is an information network that trades in secrets, and not a single person. Violet's little Watsons, Penelope, Felicity, Gareth, and Lucy are only scratching the top surface. Penelope and Felicity started the network when Jack Featherington forced them into hiding due to them knowing too much and not enough evidence besides the word of a then traumatized 16 and 7 year olds. The others joined though various means, methods, and reasons. Kate, Gareth, and Lucy for the truth of happened to their mothers. Michael and Sophie needed employment and found they were good at information gathering. Simon joined to gather blackmail against his father so he would leave him alone. Phillip has technically been around the network the longest since when Penelope and Felicity disappeared, they temporarily stopped at their cousin Marina's house, and then the Crane boys helped hide them for a few months after.

They helped Violet over the years with her cases, especially after the first one with Simon and despite the framing she believed him. They do have one favor to ask Violet though.

They finally have enough evidence to put Jack Featherington away and will Violet help them do that?

Violet agrees. Silently she's thinking to herself that she may have three new children in-laws after this too. She can finally finish her set.

#i read watson and then my thoughts immediately went to whistledown = moriarty #but like a toned down moriarty #yeah the spouses aren't murdurers violet #they prefer the trade of secrets #dective violet au #bridgerton #violet bridgerton #bridgeton spouses #felicity featherington

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I stay awake at night thinking about night how Ranni gave a small sliver of The Rune Of Death to Rykard in case he had to fight Maliketh, who is canonically one of the strongest creatures in Elden Ring

did she give it to him because she thought there was a non zero chance of a chance of him winning if it came down to a "Fuck It We Ball" moment between a Scalie and a Wolf.

Or did she give it to him because he helped her with the logistics and planning of jumping their kind of half brother with the Twink Obliterating Squad known as the Black Knives?

Or was it because Rykard was her brother and she'd like to keep her cool older satanist, rock and roll, death metal brother that wasn't a crazy catholic horse boy (No hate to Radahn) alive?

God damn it Miyazaki! Tell us before I start thinking Rykard was the Carian version of Malenia and Miqullea!

This has been the first edition of Cosmic's sleep deprived Ramblings About Random Lore Question Fuckery.

But do not worry.

There WILL be more.

Eventually.

Okay first, your way to describe things is absolutely hilarious xd I could not stop losing it at your "terms" while reading this ask dsjhfdsh

Second,

I know I am infamous for answering 50x times larger than the ask itself even when there is nothing to talk about, but this time I am genuinely not all that sure what to think myself? As in, everything you said does make sense and I am not sure what to add here! It is all three.

Ranni and Rykard WERE plotting against the Golden Order together, which I could not quite say about Radahn, so I'd say the one SURE way to be safe against this pain in the ass Death dog would be.. to have some Death by yourself? You know, just like a vaccine! These two siblings were close in a unique way, so it is only natural for me that Ranni DID, in fact, consider the non-zero chance that he'd succeed and have to fight him before she would. The "let the COOLEST heretic win" x) Not to mention that Rykard would be more 'known' unlike her who disappeared for indefinite time.. So yeah, maybe he even had a bigger chance to fight the mfer first.

From their perspective, that's it, as they would not know Maliketh was too busy having his crunchy Death breakfasts in religious guilt!

Also, I do appreciate the sentiment of wanting to share with me specifically, thank you ;-; Let's just say it is something I needed today... But yeah, whereas I know everything (and more) about BB, with ER there are STILL things to surprise me or that I do not have many thoughts on yet, despite the game being one year old...

#no you are right this is interesting #ask replies #elden ring #i did not even know who Maliketh WAS until like...... few days ago? i am being serious #i am just trying to find everything on my own rather than wikias and videos and this is a huge pain #but ya'll don't know what it does to my ego when people come to me to talk about LORE #i just hate the dispersion between being BB genius and ER cretin but you (live) play and learn right?#(also sorry for still halting on your previous ask it is just genuinely THE hardest top 5 to make)#(i did not know what could be harder than demigods top 5 but you beat me xd)

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My oc btd interlude "you replaced Ren's scars" (part 1)

She was pissed. This little fucker. She had killed Strade. Was it so that he was thanking her for freeing them? When Ren had captured her she had done everything she had ordered, and he still wasn't okay with it. She wanted to kill her, she was sure of it. She looked at him, angrily, beneath her, tied to the post, pleading and crying. "I-I'm sorry." This set her off. She kicked him in the face. Strong. What fake and insipid words. Everyone told him afterwards, always afterwards. "do not lie !" he shouted in his face - Ren started whining again to which M/C scolded him "Ren stop crying. Now" - But he didn't listen to him and cried even louder - M/C snorted angrily "ok. Good" - so he pressed the button. She gave him a good shake, the red collar light still working fine. This calmed him down, so to speak. He learned quickly. Mmmmm. What could he do now? In the toolbox there were many things, Axes, nail guns, saws, knives....wait a minute. She recognized that knife. He used it often. She took it and showed it to Ren. At the mere sight of her, she tried to pull back as much as possible, her claws scraping on the floor. M/C smiled cruelly. She grabbed his chin. The round face, the big eyes, the tender lines.... no. He had helped her, he had given her support on several occasions but he didn't have to think about it. He wasn't really sorry. He began to fiddle with the blade "this knife....it's personal, right?" -he muttered a scared "yes" accompanied by a nod of his head-"you have many ugly scars...."-he pointed the tip of the weapon towards the freezer "it was him, right?". At his astonished expression she explained "yes, I went out while you were gone. And I saw him". He knelt down and began cutting it, tracing the scars. He begged her not to do it, but she felt too intoxicated-"isn't that what you wanted? Didn't you want to replicate all of this?"-. That feeling of power... it was too good. He felt right. She just wanted someone to love her, a little kindness. And this was the result. She never wanted to do all this. .... She stopped. She had just started, but.... .... She never wanted to....she just wanted a little happiness in her life. She saw Ren's suffering. Ninth. She wasn't like him. She wasn't like Strade. Not.... why?. What had he done wrong? What had she done wrong in her life to deserve this? He had flashbacks of the only one who had given him any kindness in her life. Ren. He put his head in his hands. He started sobbing "I can't....I can do this". He dropped the knife. "I don't want to hate something I loved." After a few moments Ren poked his head shyly but M/C didn't want to know what he wanted to say or do. He took the remote control and held the button until he saw him pass out. At that point he took off his collar. Then he ran upstairs. She felt like a monster. Passing through the rooms, he wondered if she was really that different from Strade. From Ren. She just wanted love!. All that mess...he wanted to escape. But he didn't make it. At the entrance, she slid down to the floor, against the door, and hugged her knees to her chest, her head down. She didn't know how long he had been like this. But suddenly something heavy surrounded her. Ren. "Don't go. Don't leave me. I'll do anything." At first M/C thought it was an attack, but instead she was hugging her, holding her tightly. He tried to free himself, but he remained clinging to her as he continued to beg her. Suddenly he let go of her, but only to pull down her pants, including her underwear. She asked him what she was doing, but he stopped when he began licking her pussy passionately. M/C groaned. Damnation. She began to pant. She grabbed his ears. When she moaned she asked him if he liked her, but Ren just murmured "they're sensitive" and resumed sucking. M/C Came. Ren raised his head, cheeks blushing, "Did I do well ?" She was still too entranced to respond, so he began to lean towards her, taking off her white tank top and underwear.

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astolary · 2 years

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can you do general headcanons for sova please?

( Synopsis ) Watch as Sova charges an arrow through our hearts.

( Author's Note ) Sova, Sova, Sova, Sova. THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY CODE 💔

( Character ) Sova ;; headcanons

( Content Warning ) Cursing.

( Word Count ) 0.9k+ words // NOT EDITED!

Archery was the representation of history and tradition forgotten by time. For the mere fact that Sova professionally used it on the battlefield, it scored him some extra points. (Notably towards the younger agents.)

"I remember trying those archery things when I was a kid cause I wanted to look cool." Neon was awed at the futuristic design on Sova's bow. "My back hurt like hell the next day though, so I gave up."

It's alright Neon, Sova did horribly on his first day as well. Ahem ahem.

Once upon a time; First arrow, First step towards the greatness hidden from humankind.

The next day, the arrow misses and goes through his Babushka's favorite knitted blanket. Never has he felt so terrified in his life. The end.

Speaking of knitting, I can see Sova enjoying Omen's knitted crafts since he thinks it's so warm and homey! Like he was always told to stay warm despite enjoying the cold.

Omen knitted Sova that black beanie for Secret Santa.

Sova is THE go-to person on missions if the atmosphere is tense. (Unless he was part of the cause of it or your Cypher).

He gives the older brother vibes to the younger agents, need advice? He'll give you some, only if you your advice in return. That's how the world heals: pure support.

Too cold in Icebox? He'll lend you his massive fur coat, big enough to provide warmth for 3-4 people.

One of the most resourceful agents in Valorant, give some scrap and watch it transform to a simple masterpiece.

He probably throws darts as a backup in case he doesn't have his bow beside him.

Darts, muscle sweaty arms of intense Sova dart match, his toned back... AHEM.

When they found out about this niche talent of his, ohohohooho you better get ready for your sleep schedule to get interrupted Sova.

This leads to him getting forced into a competition between the agents! Only bet Jett wins against Yoru every time cause she experienced the tricks Sova uses firsthand. (A.k.a. Plan R in case she buys too many knives.)

"Sova, wanna play against Kay/o? I'll bet it's a close tie."

"Jett how much was that knife in that package you snuck inside headquarters."

One extremely happy man when Jett called his drone cute.

One extremely confused man when Phoenix wanted his drone to have laser eyes and a fiery effect aura with pew pew pew sound effects.

Is one of the people allowed in the kitchen. (No, instant noodles are not a meal Viper.)

You'll never be hungry when he's around. Mmmm especially when he brought home his Babushka's dishes to the HQ dining table.

Has a habit of making sure everyone eats together. His Babushka always said food tastes better when eaten together, so he'll drag people out of their rooms if he needs to. ESPECIALLY during holidays.

Carries the name of his hometown proudly. But, he doesn't agree with some of the laws in his nation, so he takes it upon himself to protect his family.

One time Sova was admiring Skye's hawk perched upon rafters until Killjoy's turret accidentally alarmed it. Killjoy is now prohibited from tinkering with his equipment.

HE WITNESSED THE AURORA LIGHTS. THE PRETTIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN ON THE INTERNET THROUGH PICTURES AND ALL THE COLORS BLENDING WITH LIGHTS I WANNA GO THERE SOMEDAY TOO HSJSHSJSHSH

Do you guys know how Sova, Breach and Raze first interacted? Sova was practicing his lineups while Breach was testing his blinds. The Russian shot the arrow, and with perfect accuracy, landed inside Breach's arm. And jammed the whole thing.

Breach was not happy. Raze swore she lost all her bones from holding back her partner in crime, best friend, and brother forever, from attacking the Russian.

Brimstone is another Father to Sova.

So Brimstone locks the three of them inside the storage room like a dad handling his children's arguments. (Viper did not approve but kept her mouth shut once she saw them getting along when she exited her lab.)

Teaches the others how to treat their wounds without Radiant powers or technology. The old-fashioned bandages way. Sova does not like Sage or Skye tiring themselves out.

Is very interested in Astra's studies! He picks up the name of the star and their origins once in a while.

During woodcarving lessons, he carves all the beautiful birds he remembers seeing in the past. To the best of his extent. (Cue to the time Fade wheezed during her first lesson when she saw what he was carving. Sova stared at her stone-faced and she wheeze harder.)

No because he kinda laughed too. (During that time, everyone was a bit more chill around Fade. Looking at you Chamber.)

Let me tell you, he can stand his ground against Reyna. She stops and eventually targets other agents, only for him to show up again. She ends up just toning down and waits until they’re on the battlefield.

He does not care for Cypher. No. He. Does. Not.

(Deep down, he does. This is the only reason why he doesn't act hostile towards Cypher when he's being buddy-buddy. He just keeps quiet. And quietly explodes when he's a bit irritated with him.)

Has a nice afternoon drink with Sage when they're on a downtime. Sage likes teaching Sova her favorite hairstyles. My personal favorite: Sova braided man bun.

Sova's hair > Agent's hair/head/shadow > Chamber's crusty gelled hair.

astolary 2022 — do not edit, repost, or translate.

#（ ❁ଓ.° ） astro! valorant #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant protocol #valorant sova #valorant sova headcanons #valorant sova imagines #sova headcanons #sova imagines #valorant scenarios #not that many blackmailer headcanons since i revolved around that topic in my previous works :D

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"I love your hugs"

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal's Orphanage]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) Other Characters: Lydo (M!OC, child) ; Rayden (M!OC, child) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (future) Word Count: <800 Rating: General Prompt: @choicesficwriterscreations "I love your hugs" ; @choicesjuly2022challenge: Hurt/Comfort

Setting: This takes place at Mal's orphanage. He and Daenarya have just adopted Lydo and Rayden.

Synopsis: Mal and the boys are out playing in the yard when Rayden gets hurt.

The high-pitched sound of his soft cry pulled her attention. Daenarya quickly ran outside to the backyard where the children were playing.

She rushed toward them, finding Lydo knelt on the ground beside his brother. "What happened?"

"We were playing a game, and Rayden ran after the ball and tripped," Mal explained, brushing back the boy's dark, shaggy hair.

"I'm sorry, Miss Daenarya. I didn't mean to throw the ball so far." Lydo held his head down, his body trembling.

"Oh, Lydo," she tucked her finger under his chin, lifting his face. His eyes filled with unshed tears. She continued, "No one blames you. Accidents happen."

Mal playfully nudged the crying boy. "Rayden's going to be okay. You're a tough kid, right? A few scratches won't stop you."

The young boy nodded, trying to put on a brave face. Tears covered his reddened cheeks, dripping down on his tunic.

Daeanrya's eyes narrowed at Mal as a scowl grew on her face. She wrapped her arms snuggly around Rayden, holding him against her chest. "I've got you. We'll get your scrapes all cleaned up and put some healing salve on them. How does that sound?"

He sniffled, nodding against her shoulder. He snaked his arms around her neck. "Okay."

The older boy stared at his brother. His lip quivered as worry still filled his face.

"Lydo, why don't you and Mal go get Beary," Daenarya suggested. She shifted Rayden a little. "Don't you think Beary would help?"

He nodded, not letting go of her.

"I can do that!" Lydo answered with relief, bounding back toward the house to get the bear.

Her fingers tenderly stroked through the young boy's hair as his sobs quieted. "Let me take a look at where it hurts."

He shook his head and held her tighter. "I think it's better."

"Yeah?" She smiled, kissing his forehead as she wiped his tears that continued to fall. "Well, let me just check." She attempted to shift him to get a better look, but his grasp on her didn't loosen. "You don't have to be brave with me. It's okay to cry and to be hurt. Everyone gets hurt and upset, even me... even Mal."

"Really?" His big, tear-filled eyes met her gaze.

"Of course." She tickled him softly, trying to get a smile. "I could tell you many stories about Mal getting hurt on our adventures... and sometimes in the kitchen when he thinks it's funny to play with knives instead of using them."

Rayden smiled at her words.

"It's okay to admit it hurts."

He nodded thoughtfully, considering her words.

"Do you think I could take a look?"

"Here—" Lydo interrupted, slipping Beary the bear between his brother and Daenarya.

"That was fast!" Her gaze shifted to Mal, who rushed out after the boy.

"We ran the whole way—" Mal huffed, leaning forward on his knees, panting. "—up the stairs. Twice."

"We forgot his little pack." Lydo gestured proudly to the bear's tiny leather satchel that Mal had made for Rayden so Beary could be an adventurer and collect treasures, too.

"That was very thoughtful of you," Daenarya smiled at Lydo before turning her attention to Mal with a growing smirk. "Looks like someone's out of adventuring shape!"

Rayden giggled softly. "Too many sweets and grape juice with Kitty."

"What???" Daenarya pretended to be shocked.

"That was supposed to be our little secret!" Mal grumbled as Rayden laughed a little more, the pain in his eyes easing.

"What will I do with you boys?" She gave them all a suspicious look before shifting her attention back to Rayden. "I guess I'll start with you! Let's see those cuts."

"Not yet!" He nestled further into her.

"You know I'm going to have to look."

"I know. Just another minute."

"Yeah? What's gonna change in a minute?"

"Nothin'. It's just—I love your hugs, Mama."

Tears pooled in her eyes at his last word. Her reply caught in her throat. She held him tighter, kissing the crown of his head repeatedly. "Oh, my sweet boy, how I love your hugs, too. Thanks for letting me be your Mama."

A grin of pride widened on the Rogue's face as he watched Daenarya with the youngest of their recently adopted sons. He slung his arm around Lydo's shoulder, pulling the older boy into him.

"What's that for?" Lydo squirmed under his grasp, trying to act tough.

Mal's knuckles rubbed in his hair as he hugged his eldest son. "Just because."

Lydo leaned into his adopted father's embrace as he glanced once more to his brother happily in Daenarya's arms. He smiled softly, knowing he and his brother were safe and loved; and now, they always would be.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. I do adore this little family and I hope you do as well.

Please forgive any mistakes or typos. I didn't have a chance to edit but I wanted to post it anyway.

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kalostie · 1 year

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my collection of ghost/misc hcs and thoughts because the brainrot is consuming me. probably ooc but that's ok

he's lactose intolerant. like he'll eat multiple things with cheese and Yes he knows the consequences. does he care? yes. will he stop???? no

regardless he definitely has a thing for baking. he rarely gets the opportunity, but when he's on leave and resting at his little apartment he just has to bake a few cookies. there's a kind old lady a few doors down who greets him every time he comes back. probably bakes something sweet for her

zones out a lot. the 141 quickly learns to leave him be. he can easily clock back in but sometimes it's nice to just be in his own world

i feel like if soap or price needs his attention while he's zoned out, they have a few words that makes him perk up a little

Soap: [something something something] -aking *tea* a-

Ghost: [frog blinks] wh

he knows all the tea lore. if you give him time to open up he can probably give you a whole history lesson on tea. my little idea is that when he was little, his mom would make him some warm tea whenever she was able to. it's still one of his fondest memories

he isn't against coffee but it makes him sleepy sometimes

ghost doesn't have TOO many personal items but he loves his planners. it helps him keep track of everything around him and every year he looks forward to getting a new one (yes he puts a skull sticker on it. maybe even a soap one too)

this is a personal hc but he loves rats and cats. especially rats. they're just so tiny and he likes it when they do their tiny happy wiggles

he doesn't stop cleaning his precious knives until he can see his reflection in them. sharpens them frequently. he'll start cleaning them if he's trying to focus on something

being in 141 gave him a superpower aka "fuckin hell it's 2am why do i feel the need to yell at soap" and hearing pots and pans crashing downstairs

like he'll be thousands of miles from gaz and he gets a random tingly feeling. his eye twitches and he has to take a moment to exhale cause he just has this Gut Feeling gaz fell out of a helicopter again

i think the whole fandom can agree he snores so goddamn loud

i really want him to be allergic to something like honeydew or a veggie just so i can have my representation here LMAO

skeleton night slippers. that's all. maybe skeleton pjs too. soap probably bought them for him for shits n giggles but ghost uses them both frequently now

#sorry for any spelling errors im not fixing it #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #simon riley #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #id add more but idk how to do that read more option??? so. yeah #i just think ghost is. Just A Guy. a fella. we'd zone out together #he has the double sided octopus plushie and keeps it on his desk #i know Nothing about the military and i do not intend on learning anything. i just know ghost is a silly guy

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Karma Part 4

Part 3

Pairing: Ghost x OC

Warning: Talk of killing and war

Summary: It's mission brief time. Now they have a target.

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“Apologies for the slight misinformation given to you all.” Price spoke as he stood at the end of the briefing table with Karma and Laswell. The two teams sat on either side, watching the Captain as he spoke. “While the training was helpful, it is not the real purpose for the Angel’s visit.”

“What is then?” Gaz asked curiously as he sat with his hands crossed over and his elbows on the armrests of his swirl chair.

“As you may know, we handle mainly human trafficking and smuggling groups across the globe,” Karma muttered as she moved to the table and moved some paper around. “There has been one group, led by a man named Kago. South African criminal turned businessman.” Karma shows a picture of a man dressed in a white suit shaking hands with a known terrorist.

“Every time we got close to him, he escaped.” Widow added as her eyes looked up to Karma, who nodded.

“Our source had dried and went quiet,” Karma explained as she turned her head to look at Laswell. “Which is why we came to Laswell.”

“My source gave us information about a hideout just off the coast of Somalia,” Laswell added on. “We believe that Kago is held up there under a small army of men to protect him.”

“Getting this man will stop thousands of young women and boys being trafficked. It will stop money from going to terrorists to allow them to fund their regimes.” Karma explained. But Ghost could see there was more in her eyes that she wasn’t letting out. He rested his head against his left fist with his elbow and the table. A pistol sat in front of him; he had to take it out because he couldn’t sit on the chair comfortably due to it against his thigh. He only wore his balaclava, his skull mask off and in his room. He had brewed himself a cup of tea before he was dragged into this last-minute meeting, meaning he couldn’t enjoy it. Ghost knew by the time this meeting was over; his brew would be cold.

“What I don’t understand, though, is why involve us?” Ghost asked, watching her body language closely. He was trying to understand this woman. One moment she was relaxed and smirking, completely readable. And then, she was stone cold in an instant, and he could not read a thing from her.

“After the last time, we realised that we can’t get him alone,” Karma answered as her eyes snapped over to Glass, who had a worried expression.

“What happened last time?” Soap asked as his eyes never left Glass and her pained expression. Her eyebrows scrunched together in fear, something he would never think to see on an Angel’s face.

“There were too many of them,” Fox explained as her eyes moved between the other three Angels. “Glass was wounded by Koga; it was a little too close.”

“They have an army, and against four, it was impossible. But eight of us, we stand a chance.” Karma looked around as she put both her hands on the table’s edge and leaned forward with a soft sigh. “That being said, if you don’t want to join us. It won’t be held against you, and no questions will be asked.”

“You know that wherever you go, we follow.” Widow spoke to Karma as the other two women nodded in agreement, even Glass, who now had a determined look on her. Karma looked at her while tilting her head slightly as if to ask if she was all right with this.

“Till the bitter-sweet end,” Glass smirked at her, causing Karma to lift her mouth into a side smirk as well with a soft nod.

“I think I speak for all of my team,” Price said while looking at the men with an agreeing look. “We’re in. What’s the plan?”

“Great,” Karma said before leaning forward and moving paper around to reveal a large, printed layout of the compound where Koga was believed to be. “We split into teams of two. Assault from different sides. We will hit them at night, so suppressors and knives are necessary.”

“In and out, better to keep knowledge of us being in the country to nothing,” Laswell added as Karma nodded.

“So, it’s a black op?” Gaz asked as Karma shook her head softly.

“No, there won’t even be a record of this.” This made them realise almost exactly what they were getting into. “If we’re found, it could spark a war.”

“So, in and out?” Soap asked as Price nodded.

“We get in and kill Koga. A boat will be waiting for us just off the coast, around three miles from the compound. It will take us to a cargo ship which Laswell will be stationed in.” Price told him as he nodded.

“Widow and I will be first to attack from the north. Then Ghost and Soap from the east. Price and Gaz from the south and Fox and Glass from the west.” Karma explained to them, pointing at parts of the map. “It’s important that we attack at separate times; that way, they should be distracted by different sounds from different directions.”

“If you see an opening to go into the compound, you take it.” Price told him as he tapped two of his fingers over the picture of the compound itself. “And if you have a shot, take it and confirm it and then get the fuck out of there.”

“There will be a chinook on the cargo ship as an emergency evac.” Laswell looked at Karma, who nodded.

“Let’s pray we don’t use it.” Glass muttered as she eyed the compound map.

“Alright, any questions?” Price asked.

“What if there are civilians?” Gaz asked a genuine question, and Karma looked him dead in the eye.

“Leave them.” She told him bluntly without any emotion in her voice. Gaz’s face scrunched up in distaste at her answer.

“Come on; you can’t just leave hostages,” Soap called out almost in a yell as he moved forward in his chair, clearly upset with her answer as she just shook her head.

“They will only slow us down. I have contacts to go in and get them home, should there be any.”

“And how can you trust these contacts?” Ghost asked as Karma’s eyes snapped to him with a deadly stare. He was challenging her, and she didn’t like it. But something else flashed through her eyes that Ghost couldn’t catch in time to figure it out.

“Are you questioning your orders?” She asked him deeply, waiting for his answer. Karma stared directly into his eyes, neither of them wavering against the other, fighting a silent battle between themselves. Karma could feel the hairs lift on the back of her neck as his eyes dropped from her eyes to her lips. But it was only for a brief moment, so quick she actually doubted it even happened and that it wasn’t in her mind.

“When the orders are questionable, yes, Ma’am.” Ghost returned fire as her mouth tilted into a smirk as she straightened her back. You could hear the smirk in his voice, almost like he was purposefully trying to taunt her into an argument. But she just dropped her gaze to the table under her hands and chuckled deeply before looking back up at Ghost with an amused look.

“Good,” She smirked, which caused most to be confused with her answer. “Never leave a question unanswered. Especially in this line of work.” She smirked at him before walking around the table and tapping his shoulder as she headed for the door to the room, “But yes, He and I trained together many years ago.”

“Wheels up in two hours,” Karma called as she left the briefing room and walked to her bedroom. She was offered an officer quarter, but she hated them and would rather stay close to her team. Thankfully she was never one to unpack her go-bag, so she decided to go for a shower before leaving.

She wasn’t sure how long they would be away, so she decided to get a little luxury before she left. The warm water felt glorious against her skin as it washed away the sweat from the day she had. Finally, they had a lead on where Koga was, and she would finally get him after what he did to Glass. Watching Koga drive a knife into Glass’s back played back in her mind. They hadn’t seen him leave the room they had yet to clear, she hadn’t seen him, and he stabbed her subordinate, her friend, in the back. They were lucky he had just missed any vital organs. But it took nearly six months for Glass to be back to fighting condition. They were lucky that time, and she could only hope that luck would continue until Koga was dead.

Part 5

#ghost x oc #simon ghost riley x oc #simon ghost riley #ghost fanfiction #ghost cod #modern warfare #ghost mw2 #mw2022 #simon riley x oc #simon riley #task force 141 #cod #call of duty #fanfic #karma

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screechthemighty · 1 year

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Remember that time travel AU I kept alluding to and wrote like three chapters of but I didn't want to post them because I wanted to see what the finale did first? Well...I've seen what the finale did, so now it's time to start posting LMAO. Usually I'd post an AO3 link in a reblog BUUUT since I'm probably gonna post the other two chapters tonight too, we'll just wait for that until later. Cool? Cool.

the unknowable tomorrow | a tristamp fanfic part 1: july city

Note: While this chapter does touch on the events of ep. 11, it's not NEARLY as explicit as the canon on the physical violation angle, so don't worry, that's not a focus here.

Reporters were meant to observe. That was her job. It was a job she’d wanted, more than anything.

She thought she had, at least. Right now, Meryl Stryfe would have given anything for the ability to act. Not simply watch.

But she couldn’t. There were too many unknowns. If she killed Conrad, there might not be anyone to stop the machines. If she shot the glass, assuming it wasn’t bulletproof, she could hurt Vash. Or she could catch the attention of Millions Knives, and she wouldn’t be of any use as a bloody smear on the floor. She could scream her friend’s name as much as she wanted, over and over, but it didn’t seem to do anything. Vash stayed frozen in place, floating, staring at his brother, the flora-like tendrils still leaking out of his body.

That didn’t stop her from trying, because it was the only option she had.

“Vash! Vash!” Meryl’s fist bounced off the glass. The progress had stalled, Conrad had said. Maybe he’d heard her. Maybe… “Vash, you have to fight it!” She glanced back over her shoulder at Conrad. “I can’t believe you.”

Conrad kept his head down and his hands braced against the console. She couldn’t tell if he was avoiding her gaze or staring at the screens, so she kept talking. “He’s hurting Vash. Hey!” Meryl stepped away from the glass, the derringer aimed fruitlessly again. “Is this right to you? How does this fit with not demeaning them, huh?”

He flinched. Meryl saw it then, the twitch of his eyes to the tank, to her, back down to the screens. That was something. It had to be something. “Memory manipulation? How is that respectful? Throwing him into a pit so he can’t escape? How is that respectful?”

“It’s necessary…”

“He doesn’t want this! I don’t care how necessary you think it is!” She gave up aiming the pistol, instead slamming both fists down on the top of the console. “Look at him! Look at what you’re doing to him!”

Another quick dart of the eyes. Up to Vash. Down to her. Back up to Vash, this time to linger. Look at him. Look at how much he’s hurting. Look at what your god is doing to his own brother. His own flesh and blood. How is that right? How is any of this right?

Conrad’s chest heaved in a sigh, his eyes dropping down to the consoles again. “How much,” he asked, “did Vash the Stampede’s struggles ever really accomplish? He wanted to help people; what good has any of it done?” His eyes stayed fixed on the frozen percentage, as if willing it to start moving again. “Here, now, his presence will accomplish something. This will fix the world.”

Meryl’s blood ran cold. Her mind scrambled for a response, but found nothing. There were no words that could adequately sum up the disgust she felt, the utter loathing for the man in front of her. She could live to be as old as Vash and never have the right words. All she had was silence–furious, trembling silence.

Someone else had the words, though.

“Hey, Doc?” The figure in the doorway hefted his weapon. “Fuck you.”

The bullet was the loudest thing in that room–louder than Meryl’s racing thoughts, than the echoes of her accusation, than the writhing growth of the flora. It passed right through Conrad’s skull and hit the glass. It lodged itself there, surrounded by a web of spider-thin cracks, but didn’t pierce through.

Oh, Meryl thought distantly. It is bulletproof.

Self-preservation kicked in when she heard footsteps. She raised the derringer. She did not lower it when she realized she knew the person stepping in. “You?!”

Nicholas D. Wolfwood looked sickly in the room’s light–pale and haggard, nauseated. His eyes were full of contempt as they slid over Conrad’s body before moving to Meryl. “Look, if you want to shoot me, do it later,” he snapped. “How do we turn this thing off?”

Meryl started to reply.

She never got the chance.

~ ~ ~

That’s why I crashed the ships.

It’s my fault?

I did it all for you.

Vash broke, then. Something tore through his soul, shredding through reality too as it went: a black hole, literal and figurative.

Knives had expected it to happen. There would be no severed limbs this time, nothing to get in the way. The gate would be opened. He would have his brother back. Everything was going exactly as he’d planned.

But he hadn’t been able to account for everything.

Knives didn’t see it at first. His focus stayed fixed on stalking down that final memory–on eliminating the final thread keeping his brother from him. But as he stepped closer, ready to finally free him…

~ ~ ~

“What the hell is that?!”

~ ~ ~

Red.

Not red like Rem’s geraniums. Red like one of their dying siblings. Red like blood.

The gate to the Higher Dimension was opened, just as he’d planned. But there were other gates, other doorways. Perhaps it was Vash’s mind trying to protect itself, to find some way to escape; perhaps it was inexperience combined with emotions too deep and painful to contain. The result was the same: one door opened. Dozens more followed.

Vash the Stampede broke.

So did everything else.

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Meryl couldn’t grasp what she was looking at.

It was as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed the air, tearing open a wide hole. More tears appeared–in the tank, above it, all over the room. On the other side was nothing, nothing but an emptiness so dark she couldn’t believe that it was real. Nothing could be so dark. Even the night had the stars, the moons, but this was…

Nothing.

And the nothingness was starting to swallow her.

“Shit!” Wolfwood braced his weapon against the console and held out a hand to her. “Stryfe!”

Meryl barely managed to grab his hand before she was lifted off her feet. She tried to look into the tank, but the flora had so thoroughly filled the space that she couldn’t tell where anything was. “Vash!” she screamed. “Vash! Vash you have to stop! You - “

meryl

The voice came not from the tank, or from Wolfwood as he desperately gripped her hand. It came from behind her. As she glanced over her shoulder into the yawning, terrifying voice, she could’ve sworn she heard it again -

meryl! meryl!

“How…?”

Wolfwood slipped. The sudden disruption was enough to make Meryl lose her grip. She thought she heard Wolfwood scream after her as she was pulled through but the sound was quickly swallowed up by…

Nothing.

Just the vast, vast void, and the distant sound of her own name.

meryl! meryl, i’m here! meryl. meryl - !

~ ~ ~

His body slammed into the console hard enough to knock the wind out of him. His hands still worked well enough to grab onto something, but Wolfwood knew it wouldn’t last. It was a clumsy grip, and the whole damn room was being sucked into whatever those things were. He barely managed to dodge Conrad’s body as it flew past. “Shit!”

His mind scrambled for a solution–something, anything. If he could break the glass, kill Knives, maybe…but he didn’t see where Punisher had gone, and he wasn’t sure he could control it in all this chaos anyway. And if he hit Vash…

nico!

The sound of the name nearly made him lose his grip. Wolfwood desperately scanned the room. No, it couldn’t be, it wasn’t…he knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

“Livio?”

But even as the name left his lips, he knew it wasn’t Livio. The voice was all wrong. That was what Livio always called him, but that wasn’t him, couldn’t be him. It sounded more like…

A piece of debris hit his face, knocking the thought away. It took almost everything else with it, including his grip. Wolfwood was only semi-conscious when he fell, unable to really perceive anything around him, not even the sound of his own name. Only one thing felt real to him: a singular thought running through his mind.

You did this. Your fault.

Good job, Wolfwood.

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In another time and place, a hundred gates opened. The last chaotic screams of a mind too in pain to control anything sounded through space and time.

In another time and place, July City tore itself apart.

#trigun stampede #tristamp #my writing #my fanfic #fic: the unknowable tomorrow

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asirensrage · 2 years

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Say My Name - Ransom/OC Oneshot

Title: Say My Name

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Knives Out (Pre-Canon Events)

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Edging. Orgasm denial. Slight coercion.

Summary: She makes a mistake. Ransom changes their deal.

Notes: This came to being when @vixenofcourse asked for a story and I was listening to Mr. Brightside. It sort of got away from me hahaha. This is my first time writing Ransom. Unbeta-d like many of my smut oneshots.

It was only a kiss.

That's it. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't anything more than a kiss on the cheek goodbye that went wrong. Thankfully her ride was already waiting for her and she could get in and go home without dealing with the teasing. At least not tonight.

She was bound to hear it tomorrow. In fact, she was surprised her phone wasn’t blowing up. Maybe it was. Did she ever take it off silent when she left work?

Whatever. She’d deal with it later.

She thanked the driver and got out, heading for her building. She mentally went over the reactions she knew she was going to get. Elisha would make some cruel comment, out of jealousy as though she hadn’t been trying to hang off of him for years. Michael would say something crude, but probably more towards Ransom than her. Something about not coming with her. Others would demand information.

The problem was Ransom himself. He was an asshole of epic proportions and despite their agreement, he was the one most likely to tease her about this, not kindly either. Ransom was malicious to everyone, always amused as though he was in on a joke no one else was. Of course, now she was…though she wasn’t sure it counted. They made a deal but this was the first trial. She was already regretting it.

It was bad enough that he kept making cracks and using the most ridiculous lines. How none of their friends had realized he was quoting romance movies astounded her. It was so obvious. Maybe that was the problem with the rich. They took things at face value. Then again, maybe not. Maybe they were all just surprised that Ransom claimed they were dating. Ransom didn’t date. Neither did she. So the two of them together must have been a sight.

She pressed the button for the elevator and got on, pressing for her floor. She leaned back against the wall. She just wanted this night to be over. She wanted everyone to forget it ever happened but her chances of that were slim. Technically she shouldn’t. This would only help sell their relationship. The doors stopped and opened again before they managed to fully close. She wasn’t expecting Ransom to be standing on the other side. He stepped into the elevator and stared at her for a moment.

“You really thought you could run after that?”

She sighed. “What? Did true love’s kiss break the spell that turned you into an asshole? Oh wait,” she gave him a pointed look. “It didn’t.”

He smirked. “You think you’re my true love?”

“You wish I was,” she replied. The doors opened and she moved past him. Ransom followed. “Weren’t you the one saying I had you at hello?”

He grinned at that. She didn’t even have to look at him to know it. “I can’t have any fun?”

“I didn’t take you for someone who watched romcoms.”

“I had an ex,” he shrugged. He leaned on the wall next to her door. “It’s not my fault our friends are idiots.”

She turned towards him. “Why are you here, Ransom?”

He shifted slightly closer, giving her a small grin. “Maybe I came to finish what you started.”

“I didn’t start anything. You’re the one who moved.”

“We’re supposed to be in a relationship, you think I don’t kiss the girls I date?”

“You don’t date.”

“Guess I do now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Go home.”

“No.” His eyes roamed across her body for a second. “Let me in.”

She felt like tucking her keys back into her purse just to make sure he didn’t take them and open her door for her. He was absolutely the type to shove himself in whether he was wanted or not. “No,” she parroted back to him.

His grin dropped. “You will.” He seemed content to stay there, leaning against the wall. She didn’t doubt that he was waiting though. Ransom was never the type to take rejection or even had any patience.

“Ransom, our deal was that we’d fake being a couple for a few get-togethers, go to that event at your Club and get my family off of my back. That doesn’t include spending time with you away from it.”

He tilted his head slightly. “You’re right.” He pushed himself off of the wall and faced her. Despite how much of an asshole he was, and how many people hated him, she never had a problem with Ransom. She didn’t know him well, but she didn’t stick around to deal with his shit either.

He stepped closer and she moved back automatically. Her back hit the door. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

“Should I be?” She asked, looking up at him.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved quickly, leaning down and cupping the back of her head as his mouth met hers. He pushed her back against the door, kissing her hard. He bit at her lip until she opened her mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. Her arm went around his neck without thinking, trying to pull him closer.

He broke the kiss and smirked as she tried to regain her breath. “Open the door.”

“No,” she breathed.

He kissed her again. His hand moved, going to the back of her neck and his thumb pressed against her throat. Just enough for her to feel it. “Open it.”

She didn’t answer. She turned her face away from him, trying to regain her thoughts. Ransom knew what he was doing. He knew how to kiss.

“Let me in,” he said, brushing his mouth by her ear. “Come on, sweetheart. You know I’ll make it good.”

She dug her hand into his hair and gripped it, pulling him back. “You tell that to all your lovers?”

He pressed his hips into hers, moving the hand not on her neck lower to her ass. “Only the ones worth it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. It was his sheer arrogance. She let go, putting her hands on his chest. He felt solid, especially as he refused to shift back away from her. “Ransom, move.”

“No.” He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing the skin and tilting her head a little more to gain more access. She couldn’t help but lean into it. “You’re gonna open the door and we’re gonna fuck.”

“Making out in my hall doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep with you.”

“Sure, baby, but the way you’re kissing me, opening yourself up, does. So let me in and I’ll make it worth it.”

“This isn’t part of the deal.”

“I’m altering the deal. Pray, I don’t alter it any further.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You motherfucker. Did you just quote Darth Vader to me?”

“Let’s leave my mother out of this.” He kissed her again. “Open the door, sweetheart.”

She considered her options. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t get anything out of it. She could tell him to leave, that the deal was off or she could let him in, hope he could get her off and if it all went south, turn the tables on him. It was easy for a man to call a woman a slut. They never expected the woman to agree and then tell everyone they were terrible in bed. Someone would believe it, if only to feel better about how much of an ass Ransom was.

“Ugh, fine,” she shoved him back and turned to face the door. Ransom’s hands went to her hips, pressing himself against her back.

“Knew you’d see it my way.”

“Ransom, save your mouth for something useful before I change my mind.” She rolled her eyes and dug out her keys, trying to ignore the way his hands moved under her shirt. It took a few seconds, especially when Ransom’s mouth found her neck again before she managed to open the door. He ushered her in, kicking the door closed behind him. He paused as she moved to put down her purse and keys before bending to take off her heels.

“This place is a dump.”

“We can’t all live in five-star hotels and million-dollar mansions.” She tucked her shoes against the wall and made her way to the bedroom, hoping he’d follow. It was best to find out if he actually lived up to his reputation sooner rather than later. Either way, she’d kick him out when she got tired of him.

His hands went to her waist, turning her to face him again. Ransom pulled at her shirt, tugging it up over her head. He threw it aside, seeming to drink the sight of her in. His hands went to her waist, thumbs brushing at the underside of her bra.

She pulled down the straps before reaching back and unclipping it. He pulled it off of her, letting it fall to the ground. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it lightly before he kissed her again.

She dug her hand into his hair. “Come on, Ransom,” she murmured against his lips. “Make this worth it.”

He bent down slightly, one arm moving around her waist as he tightened his grip and lifted. He pressed her against the wall of her bedroom, shifting slightly to move an arm under her leg and lift her higher. She clung to his shoulder, wrapping a leg around him to try to hold herself up and make sure he wasn’t going to drop her.

His mouth went to her chest, lips enclosing a nipple. Her head fell back against the wall, lost in the feeling of being weightless and having his tongue press flat before he sucked. He alternated between breasts before finally holding on to her tightly and moving away from the wall. She clung to him tighter but he didn’t let go, not until he was standing over her bed. He didn’t even drop her, just showcased his strength by lowering her slowly. The asshole.

She sat up slightly, feeling as though she had been struck by lighting just from the initial attention. Not that she’d ever admit it. She watched as he pulled off the sweater and subsequent Henley he was wearing. He went to undo his jeans and looked at her.

“Take off your pants,” he nodded towards her. She was tempted to say no. Just because. That would defeat the point though. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down, shimmying on the bed. Ransom stepped out of his pants that pooled at his feet and grabbed the end of her jeans and pulled, helping to yank them off. She almost went sliding across the bed towards him with them.

He leaned over her, hands sliding up her thighs as he settled between her legs. His lips met hers, in a kiss that felt as though it was going to bruise. His mouth moved, trailing a path that felt like it left electricity in its wake. His hands moved from rolling her nipples between his fingers to squeezing her ass. It was as though he couldn’t get enough like he knew she was going to kick him out after this.

He kissed her stomach before going lower, opening her legs wider and holding her in place with his hands on her thighs again. It felt like he was going to devour her. As self-centred as the man was, he knew exactly how to use his mouth and fingers. Every time she got close, as the pressure threatened to break, he’d slow down or pull back. She was going to kill him.

He kept her in place as she squirmed, trying to gain more.

“I swear to God,” she panted, trying to focus. He was trying to make her a mewling mess and she refused to let him torture her further. “Stop fucking around.”

“Thought you wanted that,” he asked, smirking at her. “You want to come, sweetheart? Beg me.”

“Fuck you.”

He ignored her, going back to continue to eat her out and refusing to let her break. She dug her hands into the sheets, trying to keep from crying out as he pulled back again. She was so close.

Ransom was watching her as she tried to breathe. He pressed his thumb against her clit and she couldn’t help but shudder, trying to arch into it. “You're so close, aren’t you, baby?”

“That’s not my fucking name,” she snapped. “I’m not one of your random lays. You know my name. Use it.”

He grinned slightly at her. “Beg me first.”

She glared. “If you can’t do me the basic courtesy of using my name then we’re done here. Make a choice Ransom. It’s really simple. Use my name, get some orgasms and everybody’s happy. Don’t…then fuck you. Get out of my house.”

He moved his thumb in circles and her head fell back. She just wanted more. She reached down, ready to help herself out if he wouldn’t. He grabbed her hand and pinned it down. “Not yet.” He moved his thumb and pressed his fingers into her again. They slid with ease. “I want to hear you beg, Hannah.”

Well, he accepted her terms. It was only fair, right? Besides, if he kept edging her like this, she was going to go insane. She didn’t want to end up killing the stupid heir to whatever book dynasty he was from. Not before they saw their deal through anyway.

He did something like curl his fingers and she finally broke. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“If you don’t stop fucking around, you won’t have to worry about an inheritance because I’ll make sure you predecease your grandpa! Give me my orgasms. Now.” She looked him dead in the eye as she reached down, pinched his nipple and twisted.

He blinked in shock and laughed slightly, hectic colour rose from his chest to his cheeks. “Like seeing you like this, but since you asked so sweetly, Hannah. Come for me.” He pressed his thumb back against her clit while curling his fingers and she was thrown from the precipice. Her orgasm hit harder than ever.

It took her a few moments to recover, moments Ransom used to kiss up her belly, briefly pausing at her breasts, then made his way to her lips before he aligned his cock and pushed into her. The stretch was a mix of slight pain and pleasure as it extended the orgasm she was coming back from. She wrapped an arm around him, holding him to her as he fixed her leg to rest on his hip.

“Worth it?” he asks, smirking down at her.

“Is one all you’re good for?” she challenged and tried to clench around him. He groaned into her neck before finally moving.

Her neighbours were going to complain. She didn’t care though. Not when she was focused on the way this felt. She dug her nails into Ransom’s back and yanked his hair when he slowed down teasingly. He accepted the warning and tightened his grip as his pace increased. She was half aware of him saying something but she didn't listen. The pressure built up again too fast. She was still too sensitive, too aware of everything from his edging that she broke around him again. He leaned down to kiss her between gasps and she bit his lip sharply as he kept going.

Ransom paused only to adjust his position, shifting one of her legs to rest as his shoulder. She didn’t even know she was that flexible. She barely registered the way his pace increased, too easily built up and broken again until he pressed against her, finding his own release in her. Fuck.

He didn’t move right away, kissing her again until she nearly forgot what the problem was and got used to the feeling of him inside her. He eventually moved back when she tapped his shoulder sharply, pulling out and leaving her feeling surprisingly empty. It took her a few moments before she got up. Her legs nearly gave out on her. She heard him laugh behind her and ignored it, flipping him off as she walked. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom and threw a damp washcloth at Ransom. She climbed back into her bed.

“You can go now.”

He turned to face her, throwing the cloth he used towards her laundry basket. “That’s funny.”

“I’m serious.”

“We’re not done,” he said. “Far from it.”

“Don’t worry, Ransom. We still have our deal and you better be clean. If I catch something from you, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Worried about the wanna-be fiance?” he asked snidely.

“Are you worried about your inheritance?” she shot back. He glared over at her and she simply smiled.

“I have plans for that.”

“Then go do them and leave me alone.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?”

Her eyes narrowed at the tone. “Don’t fuck around, Ransom.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Yes, you would but I’d make you regret it.”

He smirked at her, “Careful now, people will say we’re in love.”

She reached over, grabbed a pillow…and threw it at his face. “You wish.”

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