Adversarial
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
"... Alright, I give," he finally says. He leans back and really looks at you-- alive, in spite of half a lifetime of his best, most desperate efforts. You give him another uneven smile. "Why not just kill me?"
"I will," you say, because it's true, and twenty years after the fact you finally understand that you owe him this much. "Publicly, of course. To make an example."
---
In the wake of a failed assassination attempt, Red Leader gets everything he's ever wanted. It isn't enough.
Series
- Part 2 of tribunal
-
Tags
Summary
there aren't a lot of things that will get you to sleep the night before a mission-- a hot bath, a bottle of benzos, a good lay, a severe concussion. all four of these are currently unavailable to you, so you spend the first few hours pacing, and the next few cracking bad jokes on the shortwave with edd and matt before the two of them sign off for bed. you consider bashing your skull into the reinforced steel door a few times, just to see if it'd knock you out for a bit. ultimately decide against that.
you move onto plan b.
---
Tom, a sniper caught up in the ongoing rebellion against Red Army, jacks off. Tord haunts the narrative.
Series
- Part 1 of tribunal
-
Tags
Summary
His Knottr profile isn't the most promising.
There's a hammer and sickle emoji in place of a name. His face is cropped out of the shirtless pic. It's not a total dealbreaker: you just go by your first initial on here, and you also keep your face off the gay hookup app. He's got abs, scars, and a fire engine red prosthetic arm that his bio says he made himself; intriguing, maybe even sexy, but not enough to cancel out the "make me your omega sissy" on the next line.
---
Or: the Tomtord Omegaverse Alpha4Alpha transgender4transphobe sissification post-End enemies-to-worse-enemies angst/romance/smut semi-crack pseudo-darkfic that literally no one asked for. Lightly dusted with Fight Club references. Mind the knots.
-
Tags
Summary
"Didja miss me?" he grits out, huffing out a laugh until you stomp down on the bullet hole. "Aahhhh, fuck. Fuck, that hurts."
The dream's already falling apart around you, and you scramble to cling to it: you're Stephanie, you're 27, you're in your childhood friend Vin's cabin. Please, you need this. You need this one fucking moment of release. Three bullets isn't enough. You need him to die slowly, again and again, until the gouged-out void he's left inside you is full of something, anything. You don't care if it's ugly.
---
Jeff, Vinny, Evan, and Steph are trapped in a house and a time loop by an unknowable god. At night, they dream of realities that were almost theirs.
HABIT takes matters into his own hands.
-
Tags
Summary
"Less flirting, more explaining," older you says. He's started to put your clothes away, quicker and more methodically than you would. The sight of you, twenty years older and a soldier, sorting and balling socks, makes you feel an emotion you didn't know you had. Something between nostalgia and absurdist humor. You sit down on the floor and, after a second, both Tords move to follow suit.
Older Tord takes a long drag off his cigar and gives you a winsome smile. The sunset light from the window paints him golden.
"Welcome to the time loop," he says.
---
Tom and Tord are college students, sworn enemies, and possibly fucking on the side. Red Leader and his bodyguard are on a sex vacation into the past with complex spatiotemporal consequences that shape the future military state. Double determination and chill?
Series
- Part 2 of in the new year (swingers au)