#his sunshine

[abbatoirablaze]

His Sunshine Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Sunshine was a normal sixteen-year-old girl. She helped out at her family's diner as a counter girl and worked hard in school. But like any girl, she would look at her arm, waiting for the day when the mark of her soulmate would appear, and she could go out into the world on her seventeenth birthday and start searching for him.

But little did she know that her parents already had an idea of the type of person her soulmate was supposed to be. A psychotic agent by the name of Lloyd Hansen.

Turns out...the only thing that was keeping him together all these years was the hope that when Sunshine presented as his soulmate, he would be accepted by her family with open arms.

Her parents employed none other than Sierra Six, an agent who was set to train her, and put her in the program when she came of age. But what he didn't expect, is that her parents followed none of the guidelines of the agency.

Sunshine didn't know that she was Sierra Eight.

She had no background in fighting, defensive skills, or any of the necessary requirements to make her a successful agent.

She was just a scared teenage girl

And Lloyd may have been a dark and stormy cloud...but she's his sunshine...she's the light in his soul. He wants to protect her from the fate that her parents picked out for her when she was born...and he'll do anything to make sure she's safe and in his arms.

Chapters

Chapter 1:  The Day I Left My Life Behind

Chapter 2:  The Day My Parents Died

Chapter 3:  The Day I Left Behind My Innocence

Chapter 4: The Day My Handler Left

Chapter 5: The Day I Met Lloyd's Wife

Chapter 6: The Day My Handler Betrayed Me

Chapter 7: The Day I Became A Rogue

Chapter 8: The Day My Soulmate Caught Me

Chapter 9: The Day I Realized What Love Was

Chapter 10: The Day My Soulmate Took My Place

Chapter 11: The Day I Became The Future Mrs. Hansen

Chapter 12: The Day My Ex-Handler's Soulmate Met Me

Chapter 13: The Day I Almost Lost Him

Chapter 14: The Day My Ex-Handler Found Me Again

Chapter 15: The Day I Pressed Restart

Warnings will be posted each chapter.  Contains dark themes like gun violence, murder, noncon, implied rape, smut, etc. 

[babyjakes]

his sunshine.

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summary | after ransom startles you by getting in a yelling match right outside his front door, he decides he needs to make it up to you and remind you just how sweet and loving he can be.

pairing | boyfriend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | ransom being a softie(<3), but also ransom being a dick at the v beginning? lol, sMUT! uhh it’s just fingering, lots lots lots of praise, big daddy vibes (per usual), squirt(!)

word count | 1,084

requested by @wecanfeelsofarbutsoclose | So I’m back with another request, with a small twist this time 😊 This time it involves Ransom Drysdale himself! So I was thinking of a “Grumpy vs Sunshine” kind of vibe where Ransom has kind of a secret relationship with the reader who’s a friend of Meg’s and he finds himself kind of changing his playboy esque ways for her and maybe there’s some smut sprinkled in there you know? Sorry I kind of ran out of ideas at the end 😂

an | hi friend!! thanks so so so much for this request, and sorry it took so long!!! i love all your requests so please always feel free to send more <3 okay so this is my first time writing for ransom and i am a little scared but this concept is so cute like!!! he’s such a dick to everyone BUT reader bc she’s his little baby and he’s so so so soft for her :’-) so anyway, hope you enjoy!

“Because it’s weird, Ransom! She’s my friend! Why can’t you find someone your own age?!” you hear your (maybe no longer) best friend Meg screaming from your boyfriend’s driveway as he shouts at her from half-way through the front door, his meaner side something you always hate to see.

“She chose me, Meg! She did! And maybe if you weren’t such a shitty friend, you’d accept that!” Ransom booms back, causing you to jump. He glances over at you the minute you do, his face shifting completely from furious to concerned in a matter of moments.

“Fuck you, Ransom! Who the hell do you think you are, lecturing me about being a shitty friend?!” Meg seethes. You begin tugging nervously on the sleeves of your sweater, one of Ransom’s that he wrapped you up in this morning when he helped you get dressed, just one of the many things he loves doing for you. To everyone else, Ransom Drysdale is the devil. But just for you, he turns into the sweetest of angels, and you love him to death for it.

“Eat shit, Meg,” Ransom huffs as he slams the door to her, rushing over to you immediately after and wrapping you up in his arms. Still shaking slightly from the conflict, he lifts you up, carrying you over to the couch and setting you down on his lap.

“Hey, pretty baby, it’s alright,” he soothes, his voice full of warmth and tenderness as he rubs your back comfortingly, trying to catch your gaze with his own. “Where’re those eyes, sweet girl? There you are,” he coos as you glance up to meet his baby blues, a few tears having made their way down your cheeks at this point. “Oh, sweetie,” he murmurs, reaching out and thumbing at your cheek gently. “What’re the tears for, huh? Don’t cry, y/n. I’m sorry, please don’t cry.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, a slight pout making its wa onto your face as concern continues to flood Ransom’s face.

“No, no ‘sorry’s, baby. It’s okay; did I scare you?” Sheepishly, you nod, and he sucks in a breath, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, y/n. I know how much you hate seeing me when I’m like that. I should’ve taken it outside or something. Please don’t cry, sweetheart. You know I’d never be scary with you like that.”

“I know,” you say with a nod, pulling yourself together. “‘m sorry. Just get scared,” you admit.

“I know, honey. I know. I’m sorry,” he says again, wrapping you up tightly in his arms. “I promise I’ll always be soft with you, sweetheart,” he tells you. “You’re my precious little baby, and I won’t ever be anything but gentle with you, princess. I swear.”

“Okay,” you giggle slightly as the last of your tears dry up, your heart fluttering as he dotes over you just like he always does. “Love you,” you mumble as you look up into his eyes timidly, and the warmth and affection gazing back at you is almost enough to melt you entirely.

“Love you more, sweetheart. Such a pretty girl for me, aren’t you,” he coos, stroking your hair back behind your ear. “You’re my sunshine; you know that?”

“Mhmm,” you hum happily, your breath catching slightly in your throat as he drags a hand down from the middle of your back to your hips. “R-Ransom?” you stutter.

“My pretty little baby. Isn’t that right?” he sings as his eyes wander all over your body perched atop his lap. “Wrapped up all nice in my warm in my sweater. You look just like a doll, sweetheart,” he sighs into your hair as he reaches a hand under the thickly-knitted garment. His fingers brush up gently against your lower back, causing you to moan slightly as your head leans against his firm chest.

“I wasn’t very nice today, was I, sweet girl? Made you cry?” Ransom coos softly as his hand travels down to the band of your leggings. You nod silently, and he shakes his head in response, telling you, “Now I need to make it up to you, don’t I? Need to make you forget all about the big scary guy yelling out the door. Need to remind you how soft and sweet I am with you, huh, princess?”

“Y-yes, please,” you almost gasp as his hand sinks into your leggins, trailing around your front side and slipping under your panties as well.

“Look at that, so wet for me already, doll,” he comments as he runs a gentle finger through your slit. “That’s my good baby, always so good for me.” A quiet whimper escapes your lips as he rubs up against your clit with his thumb, beginning to pump one of his fingers into your opening slowly at first, careful, just as he always is. “Such a tight little pussy,” he mumbles as his thick finger stretches you out, “can barely take my finger.”

“P-please, Ransom,” you pant as he increases his pace on your clit, gradually beginning to ram his finger faster and faster into your tingling pussy.

“’Please’ what, pretty girl?” he asks teasingly. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum from just my fingers?” A warm, desparate sensation builds up in the pit of your belly as he continues to finger-fuck you, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but Ransom grabs your thigh with his free-hand, holding you open as you begin to whimper loudly, the stimulation becoming entirely too much. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now cum for me, cum in your panties and make a mess.” And at his word, every muscle in your body contracts as a tidal wave of pleasure washes over you, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your toes curl up and you squirt all over his hand. Ransom grins widely as you cry out, praising, “That’s it. Such a good girl, cumming so hard for me. Look so pretty when you cum.”

When you finally begin to wind down from your high, Ransom slows his movements, his hand coming to a stop against your throbbing pussy. “Such a good girl, made such a mess,” he coos as you slump against him from exhaustion, causing him to chuckle. “Alright, princess,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he hums as he wraps you up in his arms, fully intending on carrying you to the bathroom and giving you a nice warm bath himself.

[music-art-sport-and-more]

You all don't understand...

i wanna date her

[snnydcysarchivee]

It was his first time visiting her grave since he got back into town. Of all the calls he had ever had to receive, hearing that Sonny was gone was the worst. He'd spent that whole night screaming, crying, breaking things, angry at the world. And Dean had let him. Because yet again he had tried to connect to someone and it had only ended in their death. Because he wasn't there to protect her. He wasn't there for Sonny when she most needed him. She had died without once again hearing the three words that she deserved to hear so much: 'I love you.' Sam was standing in front of her grave now, a bouquet of sunflowers in hand. "This reminds me of when I came to ask you out for the first time...I remember how much you loved the sunflowers then so I-" His throat was closing up on him already, hazel eyes swimming with tears. The words were caught in his chest. He couldn't just pretend to be okay.

Not when it was Sonny who he had lost. His sunshine, his hope. His light in the darkness. But he's trying to push through. "I never imagined I'd be using them to pay respects at your grave one day. Sonny, I- I'm sorry." His voice wavered, the tears now falling freely as he placed the flowers in front of her grave stone. "Of anyone in the world...You deserved this the least. You treated everyone with kindness. You were a beacon of light to everyone around you. You were..." A beat as he takes a shaking breath, shoulders slumping completely. "You were my sunshine. And now there's not any left anymore. I wish more than anything I could bring you back. That it was me instead. I love you...I wish...I could have told you one more time."

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Sun judges arts & crafts: kids vs adults

[night-eyes1]

[delicate-sketch]

No grave could hold my body down (I'll crawl home to him)

[buppkizz]

mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today

[swampthingking]

obsessed with jean’s colorful insults/descriptions so here’s a compiled list of them in order

you arrogant fool (abby)

you imbecile (kevin)

your ball-battered brain (kevin)

you feckless child (kevin)

those clowns (trojans)

pet goalkeeper (andrew)

the tiny bastard (neil) [LMFAO]

kevin’s pet monster (andrew)

the sunshine court [derogatory]

wholesome in an unsettling, unhealthy way (the trojans)

unhinged optimist (renee)

some plump shrink (bee)

that creepy little goalkeeper andrew minyard [PLEASE i was fucking DEAD he has no idea how funny he is]

you tedious malcontent (neil) [probably my favorite one]

an abominable cockroach (neil)

the wayward child (neil) [jesus christ he is not taking it easy on neil]

andrew’s twin

worthless trash bags (foxes, past tense)

a rabid little fox (neil) [hey. remember when neil described andrew as a ‘rabid goalkeeper’ ???]

annoyingly easy to look at (jeremy)

strange and misguided (the trojans)

the cruelty of these nonstop temptations (kevin, renee, jeremy)

the sunshine court [less derogatory]

“I was hoping he would bite his tongue off in the fall and save us both some grief in the long run.” (lucas)

wretched beast (gr****n)

your ignorant mouth (lucas)

“Your apologies are as useful as perfume on a frog.” (lucas)

neil, being the person he was,

you ignorant child (neil)

miserable wretch (neil) [giving his everything to neil’s insults]

ok that’s all. unless i missed some. and if i did you have to add them it’s just law

[lemonboyjosten]

— the foxhole court (2013)

— the sunshine court (2024)

[kagamikoi]

prompt for @/tinybingy jc trying to make yanli’s lotus rib soup for young jin ling, having some sort of breakdown over it bc its not the same and he can’t do it but jin ling eats it anyways and without meaning to makes jc feel a lot better about it all

[abbatoirablaze]

His Sunshine, Chapter 2

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings:  murder, mentions of gun violence, mentions of blunt trauma,  mentions of anger/aggression, manipulation. 

Three Years Ago

“So where are the two of you going?”

I shivered, leaning into Six’s side as the creepy man who was supposed to forge some identification for us glanced at me in a very leading way.  His arm wrapped tighter around my waist and it felt almost as though he were protecting me from a new threat; one that he hadn’t anticipated, “is it any of your business?”

“Just saying…most pretty young things aren’t …this young…unless they have something to hide.  But then again…you don’t come to me for normal things, Six…do you?”

“She’s sixteen,” he grumbled, pushing a wad of money at the man, “Just get us our fucking information, keys.”

“What are you thinking of, Sunshine?”

The man smirked, handing off the sets of ID and passports, “Just a sweet young couple…newlyweds.  Hope that’s alright for ya, six?”

“Fine!” he said firmly, ripping them out of the man’s hands and shoving them in the bag.  He tossed him a smaller wad of cash and looked to me, “we have to leave…now.”

And we were quick to leave the set of tunnels that led us down to his little underground hideaway.  My left arm throbbed, and I knew that it was my soul mate mark. 

My heart yearned for the beautiful, dark man who I’d met.  The one who was coming for me. 

The fact that it throbbed meant that it was closer than Six was probably comfortable with…which was why we were running away so swiftly. 

Because of him.

Lloyd Hansen.

I touched my arm out of pure instinct and I felt a fire igniting in my belly.  My stomach became warm, and it felt like a comfort.  Like his arms would wrap around me and keep me safe if I uttered his name. 

Six ripped my right hand away from my forearm and shot me a glare.

The fire disappeared, and it was like I was left alone in the cold. I frowned and he shook his head.

“I told you not to do that,” he growled at me, “when you do that, he can feel you.  He can’t have you…and a man like him, trust me when I say that you don’t want a man like him as your soul mate sweetheart.  We can’t let him get to you, Sunshine!”

“Sunshine.”

I looked up to six who was sitting across from me at the small café table.  His brow was raised at me as he studied me, his coffee long forgotten. 

“I-I’m sorry.  What were you saying?”

“You look lost in thought…what are you thinking about?”

“S-sorry.  This is all just so new…I’m not used to this.”

“What is?  Being in Paris?”

“I thought we were going to South America.”

“Why did you tell him we were going to South America on our honeymoon?” I asked nervously, stopping him from dragging me along to the main street.

“Sunshine, we have to go!”

“I want to know the truth, six?  Why that weird man?  Why the fake information?  Why all the lies?  What’s so dangerous about Lloyd Hansen.”

He rushed me, putting his hand over my mouth, “don’t say his  name…not when we’re still in Keys’ domain…if he hears he-“

“Well tell me then…why, Six?”

“If I told him that I was hiding you in Paris…if Lloyd gets to him…Sunshine…you’re far too young and innocent to understand the type of man that your soul mate is.  But he is dangerous….and he’s got a reach that he’ll use to find you.”

“Then explain it to me!”

“One day…when you’ve grown up…I will.”

“Why won’t you tell me about Lloyd?”

He frowned, “we aren’t talking about him, Sunshine?”

“I want to…” I said slowly, “you’ve been hiding me in Paris for a few weeks now…and we still haven’t seen my parents…is Lloyd really so bad?  I-is he as dangerous as you’re saying?”

“Stop saying his name and drink your coffee…we’re supposed to be blending in.”

“I want some answers, six.”

He shot me a look, and my gaze went to my espresso.  I sighed, looking at the dark liquid, my thoughts going back to him.

“You’ve had nearly a whole pot of coffee, Lloyd,” I giggled sweetly as I leaned against the counter and admired him.  There was something about him and it made me feel like a moth to a flame as I became entranced by the stranger, “are you going to order anything other than that?  I feel like if you don’t eat, you’ll start bouncing off the walls soon enough.”

“I don’t need a thing to eat…not when the sweetest thing in town’s been giving me her company all afternoon.”

I blushed and looked away from him, “Mr. Hansen…you’re trying to charm me…aren’t you?”

“It depends on if it’s working or not.”

“And if it was?”

I barely got to answer when my father came through the kitchen doors and stopped dead in his tracks.  Lloyd gave him a shit-eating grin from the counter, and I turned, quickly grabbing the coffee pot and re-filling his cup.

“Well hey there, Frank…long time no see.  See you got a sweet little thing working the counter for ya!”

“Lloyd.”

“D-do you know him, daddy?”

“Daddy?” Lloyd asked playfully, taking a sip of his coffee, “I didn’t know you had a little girl, Frank…and one so beautiful at that…”

“Sunshine, go to the kitchen and help your mother with the pastries.”

“Oh…but Lloyd didn’t get to order.”

“Oh, Lloyd knows exactly what he wants,” Lloyd said with a smirk as he looked at my father.  Then he turned his attention back to me, “go on Sunshine…help your mother with the pastries…we can always chat later…okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled sweetly, “I’ll see you later, Lloyd.”

“I’ll see you later, Sunshine.”

Six’s phone dinged and he looked at it nervously before turning his attention towards me, “we have to go…grab your coffee…we have to go now!”

“But, I-“

He ignored my protests and grabbed my arm.  We were racing through the crowded Parisian streets, and in a blur we were at the safehouse, running up the steps, “pack one bag, Sunshine…whatever it is that you think you need, get it now.  We’re leaving in five minutes.”

“Fi-five minutes?” I asked quickly, following him as he went to his own room.  He grabbed a laptop and opened it, typing in an encryption.  I gasped as a screen came up, “s-six…what is that?”

“You want to know what is so dangerous about your soul mate…here,” he grunted, catching on that I wasn’t going to pack a bag, “this is why you need to run from Lloyd Hansen.”

My breath caught in my throat. 

The men that had been with my parents were bound and gagged, right next to my parents, who were tied to chairs.  My father had blood running down a cut on his brow.  Lloyd stood in front of him, a gun in his hand, “where the hell is she, Frank?”

“I-I don’t know, Lloyd!” he sobbed.  Lloyd growled and thrust his arm down, catching my father with the butt of his gun.  I jumped hearing the heavy thud, my heart racing.  Lloyd walked over to my mother and held his gun out at her head, “We-we don’t know.  Please…we don’t have her…”

“Well then…ain’t that a damn shame!” he growled, pulling the trigger.

My eyes went wide, and a small whimper came from my chest as my mother’s frame slumped in her chair.  I felt like I was going to be sick watching the events unfolding. 

“Want to try again, Frank?” he yelled in my father’s face.  My father began to sob even hard until Lloyd grabbed his chin, “I don’t appreciate being fucked with, Frank.  I want Sunshine.  I want my god damned soul mate.  SO STOP HIDING HER FROM ME!”

“I don’t know where she is!”

“You know what, Frank…I believe you…I really do,” he frowned dropping my father’s face.  He went back and leaned against a table, sighing to himself, “and that’s unfortunate…because that makes you absolutely useless to me…”

“Lloyd, please.”

“Because you’re her father…I’ll make it painless,” he said firmly, “I gave the same courtesy to your wife…just know…I’m very disappointed in what you did…you’re causing your daughter, and our future children to be deprived of a loving set of grandparents.  But that’s all fine…I suppose…one less loose end.  It’ll just be her and I…and our  perfect little children…don’t worry…I won’t paint you as the villains that you are, by keeping her from me.”

And with that he pulled the trigger. 

I gasped as my father’s body slumped as well. 

“Gentry had to have told one of them something about their next move,” Lloyd growled, glaring at the three people who’d been assigned to watch over my parents, “take them to the room.  See who wants to talk.”

My heart raced, and it felt like I was going to have a panic attack.  My arm naturally reached for my mark, and Lloyd stopped moving.  He froze for a moment before turning and looking at the camera.  I shuddered as I felt the warmth flooding my stomach yet again.  He put his gun down on the table and took a few steps forward, his own hand reaching to caress his mark. 

A shiver ran up my spine, and I felt a deeper connection that I had ever felt before.  It felt like I could reach out and touch him.

“I didn’t want to do it, sunshine,” he said quickly, his eyes lighting up as he stared at the camera, “but he forced my hand.  They all did…I’m not mad at you…I want you to know that.  I just want you here with me.  I want my  little soul mate by my side…I just want you to be safe, Sunshine…tell me where you are, baby…we can do all the things you ever dreamed…side by side…”

“SHIT!” six hissed, pulling my hand from my mark, “Damn it sunshine, what did you do-“

“You think showing her who I really am will scare her away, Gentry?” Lloyd scoffed, “Sunshine is mine…her heart…her soul…even her sweet little body belongs to me.  I am her comfort.  I’m her happiness…she feels it when she touches that mark…al the love we have for one another…it won’t change that…give her back to me, Gentry and this all goes away.  Your agency will only protect you for so long…and you know who comes when they are done with you…so just be smart for once and give her to me.”

I took a few steps back, not wanting to see what was going on anymore.  My heart and head were in two places.  I watched as he gently touched his mark.  My breath hitched in my chest momentarily, “I’m going to tear him and everything he loves apart for taking you from me, Sunshine…he ruined everything…but don’t you worry your pretty little head…once I have you in my arms…once I know you are safe, he’s got a bullet from me with his name on it.”

Chapter 3

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @buckysteveloki-me, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @valhalla-kristin, @danielle143, @noseyrosey1597

[nocek]

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

[itseyaaaa]

this is definitely the best Kevin Day fanart ever.

art by: @garnyarn on insta

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

My hc is that not only do Neil and Kevin host their own Exy Podcast as a side hobby but at one point Kevin is explaining a very funny Exy anecdote and the two of them Crack up so hard that the fans realise that Kevin's real non-public persona laugh is filled with cute hiccups and snorts. And that Neil Jostens laugh is adorably wheezy

The public would be OBSESSED (like me)

[omrarchive]