#ransom is a mess

[batarangsoundsdumb]

i actually think that batman has prescription lenses in his cowl that slide down at the push of a button whenever he has to read ransom notes

[martyrbat]

it's 2023 why are you having ‘batman should be a cop and kill criminals’ discourse. like... literally read another comic book without bat in the title, his no kill rule is one of his core characterizations 😭😭

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Another thought- cause I just can’t get Ransom and kitten off the brain (feel free to ignore 🤫)

I’m in my hurt-comfort feels, so I’ve been thinking of kitten getting her feelings a little hurt when she hears Ransom dumb friends or someone talking about another woman hanging all over Ransom or someone that Ransom slept with when kitten wasn’t in town. She tries to rationalize with herself- knowing they aren’t exclusive (duh- stupid Neil) but she’s being irrational and it hurts. How would Ransom react?

I see you are feeling those hurt comfort feels today babes! But these two are such a mess that I was excited to tackle this moment for them. Do you think Ransom be hooking up with other girls while Kitten is home in Connecticut with Neil?

What Has You Hissing, Kitten?

Warnings- 18+ Only Blog. Some mean Ransom and mad Kitten hiding their feelings with some angry fucking. Mentions of purchasing drugs. This is a cheater series!

Masterlist

You were at the bar seething right now. Enough so your expensive drink that Ransom insisted on purchasing for you was shot like it was a dollar jello shot instead of the top-shelf premium liquor meant to be appreciated.

It wasn't often you were in the city, but Ransom had promised to be quick, one of his "acquaintances" sending him a text promising to sell him the current illegal substance of choice. He had promised that it would be a good time for both of you and you didn't mind indulging once in a while.

But that was almost two hours ago and the small group of people, all reeking of too much money and time were just starting to wrap it up finally. The one delivering held up the little baggie of pills, smirking. "Better than the last batch I promise. I know you said last time you got this that girl Stacey was feeling so good she went down faster than that pool girl did for more of it."

That was enough to make you slam your glass down and grab your purse from the counter. You were done with this, it wasn't rational to be upset with Ransom sleeping with other women, it wasn't like you exactly stopped dating Neil. But it did, it made your eyes sting with tears and your throat choke at the idea of it.

Visions of Ransom tangling with ridiculously attractive women, getting some kind of pleasure from them made you unimportant in that moment and it hurt to even picture. You were about to push out the door when you were spun around, pinned back against the wall near the club's entrance.

"Where you running off to Kitten?" Ransom's tone taunted you as he loomed in your space, blocking out anything but his expression daring you to say anything to him about what was said. Smug blue eyes stared you down and you felt that hurt and guilt turn hot in your heart, anger sparking your tongue.

"Why should I hang around if you got all these women ready to fuck you so good Ransom? Go to one of them to get your dick sucked." You moved as if you were about to leave, but he is much larger, stronger.

You didn't stand a chance in leaving unless he was ready to let you go. Ransom shoved you into the clubs' bathroom, making you stumble over your heels but he had you secure enough to shove the two of you into a stall. "Aww Kitten, you fucking jealous? Cute when you get all fired up for no reason." He had your skirt already bunched around your hips and heavy hands grasping the back of your thighs to have you lifted.

"Fuck you Ransom." You spat out before grabbing that stupid smug beautiful face of his and kissing him sharply, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in retaliation for his taunting and his hand was harsh as it slapped at the bottom of your ass.

"Seems like you are already doing a good enough job of that yourself." He snapped back at you between kisses, shoving your panties aside to slap at your pussy to make you yelp, the pain causing pleasure to weep from you. "When I get you off, what are you gonna say Kitten?"

"Tell you you're an asshole Ransom, a trust fund prick. Those other girls say that to you?" Your tongue ran up his neck, biting the tendon while yanking his hair. But that didn't deter his mouth sucking hickeys on your neck, another slap to your ass making it burn.

"Other girls had their mouths stuffed full of dick, maybe I should be doing that to you more often?" You felt his now free cock pressing against you, harshly fucking into you till you flung your head back against the stall door, jarring it while hissing at the sudden good feeling being split open felt. "Nothing? No more spats and hisses from you Kitten?"

"Fuck, just fuck me, Ransom." You tried to take some control, wrapping your legs around him while he thrust into you, bouncing you on his cock in a way that made him seem like he was trying to get you off harshly. Ransom always seemed to know how to angle, where to hit the big fat head of his cock against you till you were going stupid for him.

His large hand went around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you tilt your head where he wanted you, your lips parted in a pant, your moans unhinged and not even trying to hide just how fucked you were because of him. "Is this the only dick in this pussy? I can gaurantee its the better dick fucking you." It was too much, the words, his actions, the venom in his tone as he taunted you.

It made you break, your pussy fluttering around him and your hands grabbing at him to hold on while he continued bouncing you on him. "Just like that, creaming all for me Kitten." His pelvic ground into you, rubbing at your clit that made you sob out in pleasure as he built you to the brink all over again.

"Ransom I can't-"

"Hush Kitten, I know you can, I've seen you cum just from my words alone." He kissed your mouth, lapping into your mouth to twist your tongue, make you whine and moan into him till his fingers rubbed at your clit, using a mix of your arousal and his pre cum to slip and slide against the little swollen nerve till it had you jerking in his hold, his other hand still tight on your neck, squeezing enough to leave prints of his fingers dancing against the column.

You came again, sparks dancing the bathroom lights till they blurred and you heard Ransom's vehement swears cursing you as if you brought him to his ruin, as if he didn't just bring you to yours and you sagged into him, the wall no longer strong enough for you, you needed his broad chest and arms circling you to hold you close, the mutters of your name pressed into your temple.

Both of you were breathing harshly, there was no escaping one another in the cramped bathroom stall, and put up that shield of anger that hid what you wanted but couldn't say. You could deflect though, pretend that none of this made you want more with him.

You couldn't want more, this was just a friend with benefits situation, and how could you be mad at Ransom for doing what you had to do while you stayed with Neil.

"Kitten, listen to me. You are the only one I have been with for months. That price was talking about shit that happened before I ran into you again."

You put on a smug smirk. "You can do what you want Ransom, I was just getting you worked up." Game back on, this was the safest way for you.

Ransom gave you a knowing look but smirked back, willing for now to continue playing along. "Sure Kitten, whatever you say."

[louislumbarcurve]

I curse you with Catch Feelings

[imaginedreamwrite]

For every soft one, there’s a terror to match

The Nick’s

The dick’s

The dramatic bitch(es)

[cattythespy]

Involving baby-prince in the dumb plot only to then have to do a butt covering speed run so he doesn't get actually physically harmed once this dumb scheme is uncovered is so....

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

oh *brilliant* im getting stressed about my parents getting back bc of what if i can't keep ransom

[bitchfitch]

I'm once again making myself sad about that pirate thing yehaw

<3

Toi'uhla and zer newly found sibling return to Cu'Liona to confirm if Jikal is truly who ze looks to be. Lorinuses always remember their chicks chirps no matter the time, and they retain the ability to make their own well into adult hood. so Asu'uhla would be able to recognize zer if ze was one of the stolen chicks.

Toi'uhla wants to go too, since they might be family despite everything that's happened between zer and Asu'uhla. Which means Lordakai goes because he doesn't trust Asu'uhla to not pull some shit, and so does Eri because they get really upset and stop eating if their father and dam are both away for too long.

They arrive and Lordakai sends a greeting party to demand a conference with Asu'uhla. Says he and Toi'uhla must speak to zer about an urgent family matter.

Jikal is nervous, they don't know if they want the suspicions to be true or not.

Eventually the three of them go down to greet Asu'uhla just beyond the port, Guards readying and keeping an area private and somewhat free of onlookers.

They have a few of the pirates with them and Jikal is wrapped up to keep their feathers hidden until they feel ready to greet Asu'uhla. Surrounded by lorinuses they really are distinct. Of the hundreds ze can see, only ze and Toi'uhla have pink feathers in their crests.

The start of the conversation doesn't go well, Lordakai rages and tells zer ze should be greatful he hasn't killed zer. Ze destroyed his clutch. Toi'uhla gets him to calm down a bit and greets Asu'uhla coldly. Barely any less agrivated and angry than Lordakai. But ze knows Eri is safe, and so long as ze focuses on that ze can stand to look at zer dam without wanting to wretch.

Asu'uhla eventually snaps and asks why they're even here.

Toi'uhla introduces Jikal, and tells Asu'uhla they found zer while sailing.

And Jikal comes forward, and Asu'uhla can't believe zer eyes. Jikal tells zer when ze and zer siblings were taken, but ze doesn't know which flock ze belongs too or who zer parents were. Ze jokes that it's silly... but would Asu'uhla be willing to hear zer? just in case appearances are the truth?

Asu'uhla encourages it. And Jikal feels stupid chirping like a chick, but Asu'uhla needs to be cought, zer knees going weak as ze begins sobbing. and clinging to zer long lost chick and returning the call. Jikal is just as emotional, and holds zer through it. Ze's found zer family.

After a moment Asu'uhla reaches out to Toi'uhla and asks ze join the hug. Ze knows Toi'uhla will never forgive zer, but ze needs zer chicks together in zer arms at least once.

Toi'uhla has to bite back a response about how ze too would love to hold zer lost chicks. but ze obliges for a moment to let them both pretend this wasn't a mess.

Lordakai says what Toi'uhla was thinking when they part, and asks if Asu'uhla is going to pull some miracle out of zer ass and reveal his cubs weren't destroyed while they were still in the egg. He would quite like a tearful reunion with his young too you see.

Lordakai acknowledging it had Toi'uhla tearing up, and turning away from zer kin to go to him for the comfort ze needed in that moment. Lordakai hugged zer and cracked that little bit himself. He never let himself publicly mourn what was taken from him, but it was hard to hold back all of that grief masquerading as rage sometimes.

"We should go." Toi'uhla says before ze can embarrass zerself too publicly

"No! Please, stay a few days at least," Asu'uhla had never once believed Toi'uhla wanted those eggs. but zer almost breaking down over them these years later... Lordakai, the monster himself having to turn away to hide that he's on the verge of tears thinking about that clutch...

"We will not." Toi'uhla said firmly.

"A celebration is in order, I want you there Toi'uhla... He may attend too. I... It pains me to say this, But i will not stand between you two while the celebrations are under way, if you stay. Please,"

"No." Lordakai said, "I have no interest letting you use me and my love for zer as a Bargaining chip, We will be leaving. We have far more important matters than you to attend."

"Is this because of your chicks? From the second clutch I mean. They are welcome too. More than. I... I am greatful to have my chicks together again, but i would do anything to meet my grand chicks."

"They Arnt Yours." Lordakai snaps, "You have no right or claim to them after you slaughtered their elders. And Fuck, How Dare you think either of us Stupid enough to let you near them. Say your pretty words Beg and Cry, I don't fucking care. I'm not letting another of my cubs fall to you."

Toi'uhla doesn't speak up, Lordakai voiced zer own anger better than ze could even as ze shook with them. Ze starts crying, fully against Lordakai's chest. and he was his raging in an instant to comfort zer, apologizes for yelling and holds zer close, Putting himself between his mate and zer dam. His love for zer unmistakable to any willing to see it, and zer's for him too.

Jikal speaks up. "A compromise then? You two stay on the ship, and come to shore for the celebrations and then return to your ship. No staying anywhere you don't feel safe... No bringing you know who to shore if you aren't positive you are ready for them to meet."

"It can be arranged," Asu'uhla hates the idea of leaving zer chick with the monster that stole her away. Was Toi'uhla not even allowed a few nights of respite from him?

Lordakai visibly bristles. Toi'uhla is struggling against sobs.

"It would mean a lot to me, Toi'uhla," Jikal says quietly. It was a lie. Ze wanted more time with zer sibling and ze wanted more time with their dam. Ze didn't want Toi'uhla to be miserable to achieve it, or to stir up this vat of bad blood they clearly had going.

"Fine." Toi'uhla spits. "but," ze looks to see dam, "If you speak a single word against my husband, or our family I'm gone. I won't come back."

Asu'uhla agrees.

---

They argue about Eri's name, Asu'uhla demanding to know why Toi'uhla would break tradition just to saddle Eri with a name that carried so much ugliness. Only for Toi'uhla to snap that there's nothing ugly about zer husband's and child's name

---

On a stormy night Asu'uhla tells Jikal and Toi'uhla about their sire. Jikal tells them everything ze can remember about the other two stolen chicks. And eventually Toi'uhla talks about Eri... And Yandoli and her siblings too.

---

It's the last day. Jikal will be staying with Asu'uhla for the time being. Learning the ways of lorinus life and recovering from zer past.

But Asu'uhla asks one last time to be allowed to see Eri.

Lordakai relents under the condition that he be holding Eri, and they be on the ship when the meeting happens.

Asu'uhla agrees and a time is set for zer to board and meet zer grandchild.

Eri is in Lordakai's lap, happily playing with him when Asu'uhla arrives.

They talk about Eri and Asu'uhla is enchanted by them. their babyness being even cuter because of their relatively massive size.

Asu'uhla asks if they were the only one. And Toi'uhla tells zer something ze has been keeping to zerself since Eri hatched.

Only Eri's egg hatched. They were the runt... Zer first clutch had all been tiny compared to the second Smaller than Eri's egg even. The chances they would have hatched had Asu'uhla not Destroyed them was high.

Lordakai needs to excuse himself. he doesn't like Eri seeing him angry. Eri toddles after him anyways until Toi'uhla corrals them back to where they had been sitting.

Asu'uhla asks ze be allowed to hug Eri. and Toi'uhla relents.

They embrace and the magnitude of what Asu'uhla did finally hits zer.

"I though he raped you, that those eggs were curses."

"He didn't. He's Never laid an unkind hand on me, not since the first day we met." Toi'uhla has to swallow back old hurt, "I wouldn't have sat a nest I didn't want. and I wouldn't have hidden my second so thoroughly if I didn't fear to lose them as well. Lordakai didn't even know Lorinus eggs needed warmth. It would have been easy to say they failed on their own. But I wanted them. Lordakai wanted them.

the flood gates were open "He's been nothing but a good partner and loving father. and it didn't matter how many times I told you I loved him, that i was glad to have my nests by him and had forgiven him for the mess that was that first early part of our relationship. And you didn't listen to a Word of it. You decided I didn't love my mate. That I gave him clutches I didn't want, and spent time with him only to soothe his ego. And you killed my chicks because of it. "

"I- Sorry isn't enough,"

"It's not. It won't give Eri their siblings back. It won't let me hold my firsts. or fix what you decided to break."

"But?"

"But nothing. I owe you no forgiveness." Toi'uhla said harshly. "What did Lordakai say? 'Beg and cry I don't care'? You will always be my dam, but I can't look at you without seeing my destroyed nest. Tell Eri Goodbye. You won't see zer again unless I'm dead."

"Will I see you?"

"Not If I have any say," Toi'uhla says firmly, "I was here for Jikal not to fix what you broke."

"Write me, please. Even if it's just to tell me your hate. It kills me to not know if you are dead or alive." Ze let's go of Eri, "I'm sorry, I- Good bye, My chick."

Asu'uhla leaves, and Toi'uhla holds Eri tight. The crew who eavesdroped still giving zer space until Lordakai returned and took them both back to his cabin.

Asu'uhla gets a letter a few years later. Written in messy childish handwriting.

'My name is Erifolda Lordakai the 3rd. But daddy calls me Birdy, I like being called that. My dam says you are zer dam. And that you love us. Ze says we won't meet, but I can write you if I want.'

[elrondsscribe]

Oops I’m a Marta/Ransom shipper

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Bestie. Hello. Please tell me: Will there be more of the ghostly fic? Past, Present, Future? Cause I love your writing so much and I am willing to donate 10 Motivations 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 here is some applause just because I think you're pretty great

Ahhhh the ghost au!!! (the original, I have two now for some reason) I do miss it dearly and I will be going back to it eventually! However, I promised myself that I would finish the last chapter of the Wrong Number fic before I updated Past, Present, Future and, unfortunately, I have not been able to take the time to properly wrap up that story. I have started the next chapter of the ghost au, though and I'll drop a little snippet for your reading pleasure under the cut!

(For some reason I feel like I've posted this before but I think it was just over discord so hopefully this is a new treat for most of y'all)

“Do you need anything at the store?” Sarah asked as she emerged from the kitchen with a handful of raisins. She popped a few in her mouth and sat down on the floor with her back up against the couch and her legs crossed underneath herself. “Les asked me to get grape jelly but if you want strawberry instead, we would have him beat 2 to 1.”

“You’re gonna get strawberry no matter what I say.”

“Yeah, but if you ask for it then at least I can pretend I conform to democracy.”

David ignored Charlie’s laugh and dropped his own backpack through the ghost’s head again, “Fine then, I like strawberry better anyways.”

“Cool,” if Sarah noticed anything weird, she didn’t mention it and started running through her mental shopping list. “So, I’m getting milk, jelly, Imma wants me to get at least two different kinds of fruit, Les needs granola bars, I was gonna see if they have that same brand of cheese sticks we like… There was something else, what was it?”

Suddenly feeling like a horrible person for blowing his sister off to go yell at some dead kids, David quickly offered, “Do you want me to come and help or anything? I didn’t know you were getting so much, that’s a lot to carry back from the store without a car.”

Sarah’s cheeks flushed pink in a way David had never seen before, “T-that’s okay, I’ve got a ride.”

The huge grin on his face was already growing before she had even finished speaking, “You’re going out with Katherine, aren’t you?”

“No. No, no, no, do not make this into a big deal,” her voice was threatening but her face was so red it was impossible to take her seriously. “I just mentioned that I was going to the store today and she offered to give me a ride.”

“Uh huh. And that’s a totally normal thing to do, tagging along to run errands with someone you met literally yesterday.”

In one fluid motion, Sarah stood up, grabbed her bag off the coffee table and began leaving the room as quickly as she could without running, “I’m walking away from you now.”

“Oh yeah, totally. Gotta go get ready for your date,” maybe it was childish and juvenile of him, but David couldn’t help but drag the last word out in a teasing, sing-song voice.

“Shut up or I’ll sell all your books on eBay.”

“Tell Kathrine I said hi!”

Remember that post of mine about how Sarah deserves to be the only person with a braincell AND a disaster gay? Yeah, I was working on this scene when I posted that. She is down so bad I love her.

[analyticallyminded]

tag drop 5/?

people.

[martyrbat]

i think my favorite part is how you know what follows after manderley is set ablaze. you know what happens, the life of these characters and how truly tragic it is rather than being left up to imagination. the first chapter, she describes manderley in detail with a sense of deep longing. before we know anything, we know there was a house that is no more. that this house was a vessel to their soul and spirit, not merely a home to their physical bodies. and now it is no more. we later learn the symbolism of the house. the way it was a tie in to the main character's youth, the postcard she had of it since she was a little girl and dreams and admiration and curiosity she had for the house at such a young age—how she lives more in a daydream than a reality. those hopes, that curiosity, was everything for a character like hee. and now, despite being only 25 at the oldest, that youth is no more. she left it and all the hopes that manderley was a symbolistic house for behind her. her husband, while proposing, never said i love you. he never had a confession of happiness or love for her. he told her he wanted to show her manderley. he wanted to bring her with him to manderley. manderly, equally haunted and beloved, was more of a presence than he ever was for her.

in the second chapter she details a bit of their life in exile. the way the boring post is what they look forward to. she says she'll keep the things that hurt to herself, that thinking of manderley and the excitement she once dreamt of is her secret indulgence. ‘color and scent and sound, rain and the lapping of water, even the mists of autumn and the smell of the flood tide, these are memories of manderley that will not be denied.’ she becomes the partner with the secret, despite earlier stating that her and maxim have none between them. she says theyre happy, that happiness is not a possession to be prized but a state of mind and thought. and yet follows ‘Poor whims of fancy, tender and un-harsh. They are the enemy to bitterness and regret, and sweeten this exile we have brought upon ourselves. Because of them I can enjoy my afternoon, and return, smiling and refreshed, to face the little ritual of our tea.’

she establishes herself as an unreliable narrator instantly. she says they're happy, they because they are finally together in unison, they must be. but we know how the story concludes, not on the last page but in the very first. she dreamt of manderley again and will not tell him. her dreams, her indulging fantasy, is the only thing she has left. she has sacrificed her life, something she feared when working for mrs van hooper. instead of being payed with money to be an assistant, a companion, she is payed with his approval. with his need of her, his dependence on her after the whole ordeal being her reward. she speaks only to read him stories he approves of, she doesn't share her dream or desires with the man she loves. she packs their things and accompanies him. she is a pretty little thing to carry his burdens and do his tasks and be his company. she will cover up murder just to get his approval, his love. she excused the murder of rebbeca and now she is slowly being killed, letting her spirit dwindle before its ever firey like rebbeca's once was. she is desperate to be the perfect housewife even without a house, she makes herself the perfect companion. not too opinionated, not firey or passionate. insecure and shy, basing her worth on his happiness and moodiness, on him entirely. the story is titled rebbeca because she's the only one who was shown to have lived enough to haunt later, to have made a crimson impact against this gray societal world that our main character was so eager to slot into. she lives to fulfill her expected wifely duties without anything being left for her outside of it. rebbeca was dead yet continues to haunt them while our main character is the living dead—a ghost in her own story until maxim is dead. and once he is, rebbeca will still continue to haunt her.

[thesuperiorrobin]

Damian Al Ghul was livid.

He leaves you on your own, after a month of convincing him that you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself with no help from his men, and now he’s starting to regret leaving you alone as he paces back and forth in his study, green and gold silk crumbling under his hold. Everything in the room is either pushed over or flipped. His hair is a mess from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it. His heart sank when he got a letter—a Ransom little from a long-time enemy of the Al Ghul family. They’ve taken you hostage and want something in return, and if he’s unable to meet the requirements then they’re sure your head will look pretty on their wall. The paper is ripped in shreds on the floor. The doors to his studies are slammed open and out he goes—jaw clenched and everybody fearing the dangerous aura that spills from him.

But you on the other hand hold no worries as you sit on the ground patently as you wait for your dear husband to rescue you. Locked up behind bars, Knees brought up to your chest—humming a soft tune as you feed a small mouse, that had caught your attention by squeaking at the very stale loaf of bread they have given you, you don’t hesitate, breaking it into pieces and give it to the poor starving animal. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been taken, but you know it’s been more than a day. The silk on your body is torn out the bottom, and bits of dirt cling to it. You bring your hand down—palm up. And the dirty mouse climbs, settling down comfortably with bread in its hand. Legs are not straightened as you place your hand on your lap, holding the dear animal softly. A soft sigh escapes your lips, head falling back and up against the wall. “How much longer?”

You don’t know how much passes right after.

But you hear screams and gunshots.

Tried eyes bore onto the door that’s on the overside of the bars. The mouse starts to shake in your hands—you feel it as you try to calm it down by gently rubbing the top of its head with your finger. The gunshots and screams get louder—they’re getting closer and you feel your heartbeat quicken a bit.

The door is kicked open—and you jump. Green and gold catch your eyes and a smile forms on your lips. “Finally,” you say, pushing yourself up with your green hand. Damian holds a frown on his face and a worried expression. His katana is placed back in its hilt.

“I apologize for being so late—“

“Don’t apologize” you cut him off “I’m just glad you’re here”

He says nothing and hums, opening the gate that held you secure in place. His arm is outstretched to you—waiting patiently for you to grab it and you waste no time in doing so. The minute he feels your hand against his, he pulls you closer in a heartbeat. In his arms he left you up your feet in bridal position. A giggle erupts from your throat, oh how he missed that sound, and you shake your head. “I can walk Damian. I’m not hurt, I kicked their asses before they did anything” your hand is brought up to his cheek, cleaning any blood that was left behind on his skin. He leans into your soft touch as he makes his way out of the room.

“That’s my beautiful wife,” he says in a murmur that makes your heart throb.

“Enough sweet talking me, let’s hurry and head on home” You wrap your arm around his should “Me and Perla need a nice bath”

Damian takes a glance at you, eyebrow raised in confusion “Who’s Perla?” He questions.

And just as you were about to answer a soft squeak comes from his shoulder, and a white small mouse stands still. Your other hand is brought up and a finger rubs against the white fur.

“She’s our new pet!”

Adding the mouse was so random! 🎊

[gremlingottoosilly]

I need more mafia koing sharing His wife with His friends it’s so hot but this time can we have a threesome🤭 -🐈‍⬛

Horangi rocks you on his cock, pushing as deep as possible - forcing his way in even as you beg him to stop and give you some time to rest. He is smaller than Konig, never breaking you in quite as much as your dearest husband, but you're tighter than usual today. Your walls are squeezing his cock for all its worth and he had to admit that even he has troubles with keeping himself from cumming too fast. You're perfect - your cries and pleas only make him slam into you harder, and it feels almost like you're teasing him. Your cunt is way too perfect to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he is almost ready to betray the boss for the possibility of fucking you like this every day. Key word - almost ready. Konig is here, after all, never missing an opportunity to fuck his dearest little wife into a sloppy and sobbing mess that has all of her brain cells fucked out by orgasm after orgasm. He knows there is no way he can fit into your lower holes right now - his cock is too big for you to take on most of the days and definitely too huge now. It's okay though - he can wait. He will wait. You're way too precious for him to break you so easily while he can just enjoy your throat squeezing his cock so nicely. Your lipstick is smeared all over, pretty red that you gushed so much about - Konig knows you hate accepting his gifts, always seeing blood dripping from each penny he gets, but you like expensive things too much. This, and the fact he is not scared of punishing you in case you're being too feisty. Krueger is the reason for your special tightness today - the man had just got a really expensive and important target, held for ransom for some dirty politician - and he deserves a reward in the form of fucking your ass until you're a dumb mess cluttering your words. Of course, Konig couldn't accept preferential treatment and got Horangi to fuck your pussy for being such a helper in ransom negotiations - and also as a helping hand in making you as dumb on their cocks as possible. You're already limp, clinging to kisses and pats on your head like a kitten, getting your brain fucked out of all three of your holes. It's hard to find a rhythm between three very different men - but they have a goal in mind, and you're far too precious to be broken. Don't worry, they will hydrate you after, your husband gently caressing your hair as you lay on Horangi's chest. His lips on your forehead in a rare show of intimacy - all while boss allows him to be a bit sappy. Krueger already cleans you up and fixes you some snacks - always getting in a serving position because he is not quite as open with his desire to cling to you like a man drowning. If you close your eyes, you can almost ignore their hushed conversations about drugs, guns and moving of a new target. If you shut your ears, you can almost pretend you don't see pointed glares Konig sends to his men as they become too gentle. You still belong only to him, after all.

[thedaintydoe]

florian: what? i meant ransom, astoria, casimir and lysander.

[singswan-springswan]

ficlet under the cut

The crate tipped with a sudden lurch and broke open on the ground. Zuko spilled unceremoniously with the motion. Inelegant. Graceless. Normally his movements held much more regality, but he'd been kidnapped and stuffed in a scratchy box and out of the water for some indeterminable length of days, so cutting himself some slack here felt appropriate.

It wasn't much brighter outside the stupid box. His scales were dry, his head was killing him, and the floor held a pleasant cool against his mounting fever. He really needed water soon. Every part of his body felt... scratchy. Discomfort would escalate into pain, and then asphyxiation. He would suffocate if he dried out. Idly, he wondered how long it would take. The humans seemed to know. They hadn't acted worried yet.

"Our latest bounty." The voice looming over Zuko was muffled in weird places. "I thought it might spark an interest. You collect fire fish, isn't that right?"

Zuko bit down a hazy groan and fumbled to prop himself up. The loss of the tile's cool against his cheek was one he mourned, but there would be time for relaxing when he found a way out of this mess. He could barely think straight. The humans—the pirates who'd ransomed him from the girl in blue—were standing guard around him now. He could see their boots. They were facing all the same direction, same way the voice was talking towards, and Zuko turned to observe.

The surrounding space was large, a room, and very dimly lit. This wouldn't normally be an issue, being that he was a mer, but his headache made his eyes lazy and bad at adjusting to the dark. If he squinted, he could see the ripple of light along the walls. Blue. Weird. In the direction of the pirates' attention, something like the outline of a table was visible—as large and imposing as the room itself. A single shadowy figure occupied a seat on the far side. He looked weird with the backlight. Zuko's vision was getting spotty.

He didn't get much chance to scan the rest of the surrounding space, because the pirate captain decided to be a jerk and grab his hair. It'd long since escaped its neat topknot, now bunching and sliding strangely in dry heat. The pain and the change in angle made Zuko rapidly lose sight of the shadow man.

"This one's quite a specimen." The pirate tilted Zuko's head back, baring his throat—maybe as a joke; it was always hard to tell if humans knew the significance of such a display—and lifted him enough to catch the light. So their potential buyer could get a better view.

Zuko would like to rip the pirate's skin off and feed it to him, but he was weak with dehydration, and his previous struggles against the man's crew had left him exhausted. All he managed was a low hiss. If humans could understand mer speech, he’d be cursing them as soundly as possible. Someone was standing on his tail. Not that it made much difference. He doubted he could have swung it if it wasn't pinned.

"I've seen a lot of the fire mer in my day, but this one's real pretty. Don't feel bad turning the offer down. We'll keep 'im if you won't." His crew laughed. Bastards. Zuko could hear the leer in the pirate's voice. It made him dizzy with anger.

Then a low grind echoed softly, and the humans cut their chatter short. Zuko distantly registered the shadow at the table moving. What made that noise? Was it his chair? He stood, rounded the massive table, and drew closer. All Zuko could see was a dark, unfocused blob. Vaguely humanoid.

"Yeah, don't be shy! Come get a closer look!"

The fist in his hair tightened. His scalp burned. The fins all down his back shuttered, and a stinging ache began to form in his gills. He needed water. He needed to get out of here. He shouldn't have wandered so close to the shore, even if that pretty girl in blue seemed so friendly at first glance. She did sell him out to these pirate scum. He should have known way better.

Even standing an arm's length away, the lighting continued to cast shadow on the pirate's potential client. It could be reasoned, then, that Zuko and the humans around him were washed in the room's best luminance. Certainly his scar could be seen clear as day. Maybe his tail was pretty, but there were parts of him imperfect. Maybe the stranger wouldn't want to buy him for that. Maybe Zuko would be stuck with these idiot pirates forever.

A smooth voice came from the stranger. "Release him."

"Sure, sure."

The pressure on Zuko's scalp vanished. He collapsed to the cool tile with no more grace than before, even further disoriented, and with a worse headache. He grit his teeth in frustration. That bastard was still on his tail.

Cool fingers tilted his chin up before he could lift his head on his own again; he hadn't seen the shadow man crouch down. Startled, Zuko yanked back and hissed a second time. He made sure to reveal far more fang and fan far wider with his fins; he just wanted these stupid humans to stop poking and grabbing him however often they pleased. Was that too much to ask? He wasn't an ornament. And he sure as heck had no intention of being a pet.

The stranger's face was close, and shadowy, and out of focus. Zuko's head was killing him. The room spun.

"The shape of the fins—” The stranger’s voice began.

“Really something, isn’t it? Never seen a mer so fancy before.”

There was a beat of silence, then the cool fingers returned to Zuko’s jaw and held him firmly in place. He growled. It didn’t make a difference. He was exhausted and hot and vulnerable, and everyone could tell. There was no way to stop them from doing as they pleased. 

“There’s a scar.”

“Wasn’t us, mate. Looks like the beast’s had it for a while. I think it adds to the aesthetic, don’t you agree?”

Zuko glared. It was the sort of one-sided remark he’d only accept from Uncle Iroh, though Azula had made attempts to express similar sentiments in that weird way of hers. He’d always hated the scar. At least the monster who put it there was dead now.

The stranger gave no comment. He reached another hand out and pushed Zuko’s hair aside, away from his eyes. Zuko did his best to meet the unfamiliar gaze as steadily as possible, despite the awkward backlight. He was being stared at. He refused to show how unnerved it made him. His trembling and fever didn’t help much in that regard.

Finally, after a dreadful length of scrutiny, the shadow man spoke. “How much do you want for him?”

Zuko could hear teeth in the pirate’s smile. “How much are you willing to pay?”

“Ten-thousand.”

Zuko didn’t know how humans calculated their currency. He’d assumed mer in general to be expensive, but they called him a stupid something fire fish, and it sounded like exotic. Even so, the pirate captain seemed shocked. He let out a high chuckle.

“Well! Show me the gold and you’ve got yourself a deal!”

The stranger waved an uninterested hand over his shoulder, and another grinding sound reverberated through the floor. Zuko couldn’t see the source of the sound with multiple different shadows clouding his vision. Judging by the pirates’ hushed tithering, their payment had been offered.

“Excellent! Pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

“Zaheera will see you out.”

The group broke formation around Zuko and floated away, whispering excitedly. Though they’d been awful to him, he couldn’t help a flicker of fear at their absence. At least with the pirates, he knew they’d avoid causing permanent damage. He knew they’d want to sell him for the highest price possible. Now, he had no idea what to expect. This stranger could have any number of sinister plans in mind; Zuko had certainly heard the horror stories. All young mer were warned about the brutality of humans, and now he was at the mercy of someone who really wanted him. This was bad.

The stranger let him go, and the world tilted as Zuko crumpled. He was very dizzy. And angry. And he really wanted to sink his fangs into human flesh.

But when he turned (against his better judgment) to snap at his new captor, a firm hand was already pushing down the back of his neck. The same way one might handle an unruly pup. Zuko was too tired to be insulted by the gesture. He wasn’t a pup anymore, but a move like that with the human’s advantage was enough to subdue even a full-grown mer.

“Watch out with that one!” The pirate’s faint voice called back. “Quite a monster at full strength. He killed two of my men when we—”

“Get out.”

The heavy thud of the door confirmed their absence, though the human didn’t seem to pay any attention to it. He ducked another snap of Zuko’s teeth, and ignored his crackly snarl, and slid his arms beneath scratchy scales. The world tilted again. Zuko would consider puking if he wasn’t so close to blacking out. The human was carrying him. Impressive. Zuko was heavy outside the water. His fins trailed the floor as they moved, but he was very much in the air, solidly in the man’s grip. Almost cradled, even if he was too big for the pup-hold to have effect a second time. The use of such familiar techniques should have rung a bell in his mind. Zuko’s headache and exhaustion wouldn’t let him dwell on it.

After a dizzying stretch, something wonderful happened. Zuko heard water. The noise was still muffled, and it faltered clarity with every stray tilt of his head, but Zuko knew what water sounded like. He’d been fantasizing about it for the past few days.

There was a splash, and with distant elation, he felt his fins trail. He wasn’t lucid enough to hold back the happy trill.

“I know.” The man huffed, and it rumbled through his chest. “I know—those bastards.”

The water rushed up around him, deliciously cool, salty, clean. It took Zuko up to his gills to realize he’d been lowered into a pool of some kind. It was shallow, but not cramped. He drew a deep breath. That felt very nice. The hands were gone. 

He didn’t bother confirming he was alone before passing out soundly.

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Zuko was alone when he came to, and his headache had finally retreated to the realm of faint discomfort. Incredible what a good long sleep in water could do for one’s health. The pirates hadn’t put him in a tank. They were mad about what a fuss he caused the first time they brought him aboard, and they’d rightly concluded he’d be easier to handle if he was dehydrated and exhausted and dizzy. They’d doused him with lukewarm buckets every few hours, just to keep him from dying. Zuko was relieved to be back in water now. Even if trepidation about the uncertainty of his new circumstances wouldn’t let him relax.

The pool he’d been placed in was shallow; he couldn’t move without some part of his tail skimming the surface. It was still comfortable in spite of that. The edges spanned a decent length, so he could turn with ease, and the basin interior was cut from smooth, white stone. His fins shone stark against it. The pool itself seemed to be laid into the ground, flush.

Zuko scanned his surroundings while he waited for something to happen. He still seemed to be indoors. The walls here weren’t as high as the one from before—from the sale pitch—and most of them were made of a clear material. It shone with sunlight from outside. The rest of the space was occupied by greenery. The taller ones reaching the ceiling had been planted in beds in the ground, surrounded at the base with bushy, leafy shrubs, and brilliant flowers, and crawling vines. The faint sound of water also trickled through the maze, but Zuko couldn’t see the source of it from where he was. It was peaceful. Uncle would love this place.

But Zuko hadn’t forgotten how he ended up here, and he had no illusions about being treated fairly, even if he’d been left undisturbed in such a pleasant area. He had to keep his guard up. He was being held against his will. He was trapped on land with no way to escape or get home. He didn’t have much experience with humans, but so far they’d only beaten him, used him, or treated him like a pretty ornamental object, and he had no reason to believe this behavior would change soon. He had to be prepared for the worst.

In truth, he really wanted to murder someone. The urge had become so intense during his captivity with the pirates, and he hadn’t had a real outlet, being close to dying of dehydration. Now that he was rested, his jaw nearly ached to bite through bone.

He spent the time waiting for an opportunity by pacing around the pool. The space didn’t allow for much more than tight circles. Still, it was better than sitting around stewing in all his problems. 

Mother was probably worried by now. Him being an adult with a life of his own didn’t stop her from worrying that he wasn’t home every day. Azula didn’t feel the same. Azula would kill for him though; she’d done it before.

Eventually, after what seemed like an hour of thinking to himself and going crazy for it, the faintest vibrations thrummed through the water, and Zuko froze. Footsteps. Someone was approaching. 

He lifted his head above the surface. The sound drew closer, brushing through the plants with a practiced gait. Zuko coiled his body. There was deliberation in the person’s movement. They knew he was here. They were coming to see him. The likelihood that he’d be attacking an innocent servant or something alike was low, and that brought him a hint of reassurance.

When the human came into view, bathed in green filtered sunlight, stepping out to the pool’s edge, Zuko took an entire second to appraise the figure. Tall. Male. Dark hair, luxurious silk robes in green and pale yellow. When he spoke, it was the same smooth voice from the shadowy stranger that paid for him.

“Hello.”

Zuko didn’t wait any longer. He launched himself at the human with a vicious snarl. His vision was red. His heart was pounding. How dare they treat him with such contempt? He wasn’t some prized bounty. He wasn’t an ornament for some rich knave’s garden. He wouldn’t take this insult and abuse lying down, and if these humans continued to assume so, they were in for a shock.

To some degree of satisfaction, the man did seem shocked to be bowled over. The air left his lungs in a massive wheeze, and his eyes went very wide. He was also—however—quick. He reflexively shoved Zuko’s head away when Zuko tried to bite, and he managed to lurch free enough to dodge an elbow to the face. 

“Wait!” The man yelped.

But Zuko had a size advantage, and the man was on his back, and Zuko really wanted him dead. He slammed his shoulders into the grass, pinned his legs with his tail, made another attempt to remove the throat with his teeth. This time, the man brought his arm up in a hasty block. Zuko was too busy biting down to be upset he’d missed his target. Blood and the creak of bone filled his mouth.

There was a shout of pain. “Wait wait—Zuko, stop!”

The words pierced his hazy red anger like ice through fresh snow. Zuko froze. Even being slightly feral at the taste of blood and festered indignation, he rapidly came to his senses and dropped the arm. His mind spun. 

How did this man know his name? The pirates didn’t know. The pretty girl in blue didn’t know. And he wouldn’t be able to tell them if he wanted to (which he very much had not). It wasn’t a lucky guess. No one shared his name that he’d ever met. So why—how could a random human—

“Get off!” The human fumbled to shove Zuko’s face away. His sleeve was ruined, and rapidly turning red.

Zuko slowly obliged. The man didn’t seem angry. He only seemed annoyed, even as he bled profusely from an arm that might be broken. There was something unnervingly familiar about the twist of his scowl. He shuffled sideways and sat up.

“Spirits, kid, you’ve got a strong jaw.”

“I’m not—” Zuko cut himself off before he could complete the retort. The human wouldn’t understand him. The human knew he wasn’t a kid. Zuko was very obviously a full grown mer. 

“You could have let me explain myself before trying to kill me.” Why did his scowl look so familiar? The man untied a sash of his fancy outfit and wrapped his arm with clinical efficiency. Then he looked up to meet Zuko’s eye, and his scowl faltered. “Are you okay?”

What.

Zuko stared. Was he seriously… asking if Zuko was okay? There was blood in the grass and in his robes and he might have a concussion and his ribs might be bruised and Zuko would at worst have a sore jaw. He shifted back warily. In his experience, crazy men often did cruel things. 

When he made no move to respond, the man sighed roughly and looked away. “Guess I should have waited on that tea. Zaheera will be by with some shortly.”

“What?”

What on earth was he talking about? Tea? Of all things? How did he know Zuko’s name and why was he so relaxed about the bite on his arm and why did the slope of his nose look so familiar and why was he talking about tea in the blood and the grass?

“You were always more civil with it around.”

Okay, now Zuko was thoroughly weirded out. He wished he had an exit. An escape route. He was stuck on land in an unfamiliar house and the closest thing he had to sanctuary was a fake pool of water barely deep enough to sleep in. This was freaking him out just the slightest.

“You’re nuts.” He said. Just to say it. The man wouldn’t understand the words or the insult in them, but Zuko was sick of just sitting around not saying anything, waiting for stupid humans to come to the right conclusions.

For his effort, he was rewarded with the faintest thaw of the man’s grumpy expression. It looked amused somehow. “And why is that?” He asked.

What.

A trace of alarm made Zuko flinch. “...Because you’re… talking to me.” He probed. Just to see. Humans weren’t supposed to understand.

“Why would that make me crazy? You’re real, aren’t you?” He glanced at his sleeve, now mostly red. “I’m pretty sure you are.”

Zuko blanched. He considered backing away, back into the pool. The safety it offered was purely psychological, but it would be something at least. It’d be better than lying vulnerable on the ground next to a crazy person. His fins twitched.

“What—but—you understand me?”

“Of course.”

“But humans aren’t supposed to understand.” From what he’d heard, humans interpreted mer speech as primitive and animalistic: nothing more than a series of harsh vocalizations strung together. Zuko had demanded an explanation for the phenomenon when he was younger. After all, mer understood human speech just fine. No one was able to give him a satisfactory answer.

“Well, I’m not human.” The human said. “Technically.”

“Then what are you?” Possibly a witch? Zuko had heard of their strange abilities. Or maybe he was a spirit. In which case Zuko was screwed. He probably couldn’t get away with attempted murder on a spirit; he’d totally be cursed or something. It could also be a shapeshifter of sorts, from the myths.

But the man quickly dispelled any outlandish theories. For the first time that Zuko had seen, a flicker of hurt crossed his features. It made him look older than he likely was. Haunted.

“Wow Zuzu, you don’t remember your favorite cousin?”

No.

No, he definitely didn’t mean that. Zuko didn’t have any cousins. Not for eleven years. And there’d only been—one. Just one. Now there weren’t any.

But looking closer, Zuko could see why the scowl looked so familiar. He saw the same face in the mirror. And this man wasn’t human, clearly, even if he had legs in place of a red streaming tail. In place of the gold ribbon fins their family shared—that he must have recognized when he first saw Zuko. 

He knew Zuko’s name. Zuzu. Azula tried to call him that—maybe out of nostalgia—but it belonged to them both, and Zuko hated to hear her say it because there was only one person who tried to bring them together like that, and hearing her say it reminded him of… of… a dead man.

Except he couldn’t be dead. He was right here. His blood tasted very real.

“Lu Ten?”

He looked so much like his father when he smiled. “Yeah.”

Zuko gaped. That felt like the only appropriate thing to do. Maybe the dehydration actually got to him, and this whole series of events was an elaborate hallucination. Maybe Azula spiked his tea with a psychedelic for her weird sense of humor, and he was hallucinating. It was too strange. This didn’t make any sense. Zuko’s cousin was dead, and if he wasn’t, wouldn’t Uncle know? Would Uncle have cried so hard so many private times if this was real? It felt so real.

“How did you get that scar?”

“How are you not dead?” Zuko’s head was spinning, though thankfully not from dehydration. He wasn’t sure if this was worse, actually. “Uncle thinks you’re dead.”

The comment earned him a flinch. “There’s actually a good explanation for that.”

“Which is?”

“I’m cursed.” Lu Ten squinted into the middle distance, looking uncomfortably close to being emotional. “To live as a human. And I can’t… go near the sea. I tried. It almost turned me into sea foam.”

Zuko dropped his head into his hands and groaned.