showerless
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“Wouldn't trust ya to not stab me dead when I am talking to ya.” Sniper tightened the grip on his wrist, the blade drawing more blood from his palm.
Spy grimaced slightly, as the other clearly forgot to brush his teeth this morning. Fitting for the rabid dog comparison. “My, who knew someone like you could be capable of making such an acute observation. I am truly impressed.” He didn't break eye contact as he wriggled his right arm a little, one of his concealed blades sliding out of the sleeve and into his palm.
“I'll only say this once now, snake. I am a professional, and I aim for ya bloody forehead. Makes death nice and easy. But if you want to act like a little sadist, then I'll aim for ya knees or guts and leave ya there to crawl to your doc every time I see ya. You got all that, cunt?”
“But of course, mon chéri."
NOTE: This work is a version of a F/F genderbent fic I started writing first. They're almost the same besides gender, so pick according to your preference.
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“Wouldn't trust ya to not stab me dead when I am talking to ya.” Sniper tightened the grip on her wrist, the blade drawing more blood from her palm.
Spy grimaced slightly, as the other clearly forgot to brush her teeth this morning. Fitting for the rabid dog comparison. “My, who knew someone like you could be capable of making such an acute observation. I am truly impressed.” She didn't break eye contact as she wriggled her right arm a little, one of her concealed blades sliding out of the sleeve and into her palm.
“I'll only say this once now, snake. I am a professional, and I aim for ya bloody forehead. Makes death nice and easy. But if you want to act like a little sadist, then I'll aim for ya knees or guts and leave ya there to crawl to your doc every time I see ya. You got all that, cunt?”
“But of course, ma chérie.”
NOTE: This work is available as an un-genderbent version too! They're almost the same besides gender, so pick according to your preference.
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A small record of a rare quiet moment on a rare quiet night.
Working Title: Capturing a Small Moment
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26 May 2025
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Evocative little vignettes of three different flavor of stupid insomniacs ruining their sleep schedule
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For as long as Friedrich could remember, his purpose was to serve and protect Ludwig, the warlock who created him. He was designed to be a servitor after all, a creation of Ludwig's spells and alchemical research. Ludwig's reputation for baneful magic strikes fear in others. But to Friedrich, Ludwig is his dearest and closest companion. They live a quiet and peaceful existence within the walls of the abandoned fortress that they have repurposed into a home. Friedrich feels devoted to Ludwig and responsible for his wellbeing, as servitors do for their creators. One day on a routine foraging trip, Friedrich discovers he has been tracked by a bounty hunter, a certain Mick Mundy who journeyed from the southern deserts to capture Ludwig and bring him to justice. Friedrich begins to realize that the small world he shares with Ludwig is not all there is to life, and that Ludwig has been shielding Friedrich from some hard truths about their past. Friedrich also begins to learn about the world beyond the forests, and wonders if there is a place for him there. A servitor is created to serve, but what if a servitor begins to form his own desires?
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Who wants a tasty carrot with no benadryl in it? by FirebrandArchives
Fandoms: Team Fortress 2
12 Apr 2025
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Scout seeks refuge in Sniper’s camper during a rainy night, and that’s literally all I can get from it.
Probably my least comprehensible drunk fic yet im so sorry.
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Jeremy stared at him. Blinked. Then blinked one more time for good measure. Surely he’s joking. "Let me get this straight," Surely. Hopefully. "You summoned a demon—me specifically—to help you… flirt with your neighbor? Are you serious?"
With the way Ludwig’s grin stretched even wider—Jeremy was starting to worry it might detach from his face entirely—the answer was a resounding yes. "Deadly serious!" Ludwig clapped his hands together, the rubber gloves squeaking again in a way that Jeremy decided was now his personal hell. "Well, not deadly—that would defeat the purpose. You see, the object of my affection is... complicated. Normal methods won’t work. I need someone who can think outside the box—or, in your case, outside the mortal plane."
Or, Ludwig, in a fit of misguided romantic ambition, summons a demon—very threateningly named Jeremy—to help him win the heart of his aloof neighbor.
Meanwhile, Jeremy just wants to go back to his darts. Or, failing that, at least find a way to avoid being roped in the worst romance scheme known to man.
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07 Apr 2025
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Hello, is this Hell Resources? Yeah there's a freak holding one of the employees hostage, can you do something about it?
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Your experience of existence is different when you're a clone.
A poetry fic.
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06 Apr 2025
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Awesomesauce poetry that made me overanalyze it and sniffle just a lil. Being a clone is kinda freaky huh