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FANFIC WRITER. OFFERING WAKE-THEMED FICLETTTTTS.
No guarantees on characterization for fandoms I haven't seen, and no guarantees that I'll fill anything. But yes, I will write gen, I will write pairings, I will write explicit pairings (though those will be posted elsewhere and linked on request).
You can include broad or specific requests.
And fills might be longer than one comment depending on how inspired I am IDK JUST COMMENT ALL RIGHT.
ETA: Warning: Assume ficlets below are RATED UP TO R FOR VIOLENCE and read accordingly.
No guarantees on characterization for fandoms I haven't seen, and no guarantees that I'll fill anything. But yes, I will write gen, I will write pairings, I will write explicit pairings (though those will be posted elsewhere and linked on request).
You can include broad or specific requests.
And fills might be longer than one comment depending on how inspired I am IDK JUST COMMENT ALL RIGHT.
ETA: Warning: Assume ficlets below are RATED UP TO R FOR VIOLENCE and read accordingly.
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Rip/America.
...No, I'm not sorry.
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WHAT.
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OKAYYYY KIDS HERE WE GO
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“And we see each other once again, America!”
Rip’s voice is delighted; America’s heart sinks in his chest. Manacles cold against his bare skin, gooseflesh chasing itself up his ribs, his back. He clenches his jaw shut, looking straight forward.
“Ordinarily, I would take this time to berate you for your stupidity,” continues Rip. “But it was very easy to capture you. Suspiciously easy!” She twirls a knife, between her fingers. “I might almost think that you enjoy my company.”
“Yeah,” says America, “well, you’d be wrong about that.”
Rip traces two fingers up his cheek, with the gentleness of a lover. Playfully tousles his hair.
“Stop that.”
“No,” Rip decides.
America raises his chin. Which doesn’t really do much, considering he’s lying flat on his back, but it’s the thought that counts. “Just tell me what you’re looking for, and I’ll refuse to give it to you, and we’ll get on with it.”
Rip is silent, at that. She brings the knife up close to his neck, tracing tantalizingly – no, no, no, threateningly across the skin, without ever. Quite. Cutting.
“You know,” she muses, quietly, “tilting the head back, like this,” and she does so, exposing America’s neck to the knife, “actually affords some limited protection to the arteries. Because the windpipe is in the way.” And the knife stops, over America’s windpipe.
“Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey,” says America, “Danger, Will Robinson—”
“I could render you mute!” says Rip. “That would be quite different, would it not?”
“Yep,” says America, helplessly, “yep, it would, so don’t.”
“I wasn’t even considering it,” says Rip, and she tilts America’s head forward.
So that the arteries are at easy access.
America bucks, but he can’t go very far, because of the chains. And she’s stronger than he anticipates – holds him steady enough for the knife to just barely dig into his skin.
And then there’s blood flowing thick and hot down his neck, fast, way too fast –
And there’s Rip there, licking, just over the slice. Sealing her mouth over it, like some parody of a kiss, and he can feel it, holy shit, feel her sucking with the rhythm of his heart.
He twists, in a last-ditch effort to get her off, get her gone, but her hand is over his chest, fingers gentle but nails sharp.
America doesn’t know how long he stays like that. But it’s long enough that his heartbeat is slower, that his breath is shallow, and not from fear. His skin feels hot and cold, and now, when he pulls at the restraints, it’s not because he’s visualizing what he would do if he were freed.
And then she’s gone, with her the pressure of her mouth; an idle trickle of blood runs down his neck, but it’s not very fast. Not fast enough for him to bleed out.
America turns his head towards her, expecting for her to follow up on her advantage, expecting to have to get defensive, even though that would be hard, because he’s so dizzy, he doesn’t – he can’t –
But she looks off-balance too. Weirdly vulnerable. And she murmurs something, something soft and harsh, something like mein geliebter Feind.
He isn’t sure which of them invites it, or maybe neither of them does, precisely. Even so, America is caught in the kiss, his breath still in his chest, his heartbeat faster, now. When he struggles, it’s a struggle to get closer, not farther away.
And then the taste of his own blood blooms across his tongue and he pulls away violently, gasping with denied breath.
Rip laughs. “And now that I am refreshed,” she says, “we will begin.”
MY CHARACTERS HATE ME SO MUCHHHHH
Seriously, I fucking love you for THAT LINE ALONE. <33333
--That aside this is so creepy sj;h;gheguhrgh.
And see, America can totally get girls. They just kind of beat him up first.
Re: MY CHARACTERS HATE ME SO MUCHHHHH
You're welcome. :x
PS HAVE AN AMERICA BEING CREEPY SONG
While you were building your empires
I was still sleeping
I was still sleeping
While you were setting your woods afire
I was still dreaming
I was still dreaming
Now I will unsettle the ground beneath you
Send my waters ashore
Creep into your bed
Find you in every corner
While you argue it over
I am not waiting
I am not waiting
While you retreat to your comforts
I am not fading
I am not fading
Source here (http://www.elyrics.net/read/v/vienna-teng-lyrics/watershed-lyrics.html).
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Plus. what. /Doesn't have time to click link really should be like GONE by now but omg what.
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