#ann writing

[bbyfacedx]

all the right gears

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Male Drifter/Amir Beckett

Additional Tags: Warframe: 1999, Explicit Sexual Content, Resolved Sexual Tension, Polyamory, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Mild Puppy, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Mentioned Drifter/Eleanor, Mentioned Amir/Eleanor, Two Drifters

“Hey, Marty,” Amir huffs into his mic, the nickname never failing to make Drifter crack half a smile, “only one scrubber left, about…. six-hundred meters out.”

“On it,” he answers, stowing his scythe and crouching to ready himself, but Amir’s voice stops him.

“Waitaminute,” he rushes out frantically, “what if we raced?”

(Or: Amir initiates a little friendly competition with the Drifter.)

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[bbyfacedx]

what i like

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Female Drifter/Amir Beckett

Additional Tags: Warframe: 1999, Two Drifters, Alternate Timeline Drifter (Wayfinder), Developing Relationship, Character Study, Original Characters, Fluff and Humor, Warrior Queen Zasta Lore, Amir's Unstoppable AuDHD Rizz, Awkward Flirting, Neurodivergent Character, Awkward Boners, Mild Sexual Content, Memory Palace, Duviri Paradox But Different, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Minor Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Space Trauma, Love Confessions

“Warrior Queen Zasta?” She asks, fingers flicking out to straighten the base of the figurine, looking with her hands instead of her eyes.

“The one and only Queen of my Heart,” Amir trills, resisting the urge to tell her that’s a verrry expensive limited edition oneofakind becarefulplease.

Or: Amir shows his favorite space freak the things he likes. It’s a lot.

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[bbyfacedx]

thinking about the first crota fireteam and how crucial eris was to recruitment. the mission in itself was to avenge guardians lost to crota but there was a specific tint of focus toward avenging wei ning, something eris didn’t have much of a personal stake in aside from being a friend of her’s and eriana’s. and yet, she went on to recruit people who were obviously incredibly important to her; sai who seems to trust her with complete faith, vell who saved her life once and is willing to do it again, omar who only agreed to go because eris supports the cause, toland who she’d probably looked up to even in his exile, who has genuine faith in the mission despite everything.

and then, they die one by one and eris is entirely helpless to stop it. maybe it would be less bittersweet if they’d accomplished anything close to their original goal, if eris could come out of the hellmouth knowing her team’s deaths weren’t in vain. but they don’t, and they are, and everything was all in vain from the very beginning.

it’s interesting how eris emulates them, keeps them alive through herself. like sai, she trusts herself to carry out this insane hive ascension ritual with little concern for the personal risk. like vell, she adventures out into a hostile frozen wasteland and fights to protect others no matter the cost, even those she barely knows. like omar, she keeps talismans and charms and gives them to others who need reassurance, a reminder she’s in their corner. like toland, she’s the hive expert who still seeks to teach and mentor despite her more self-imposed solitude.

and of course, like eriana, her passionate love and craving for vengeance are constantly at war with one another. her sorrow, he guilt, her anguish over what she’s lost, competing with her desire to help, to mend, to protect what little she has left, to save a world she still somehow has faith in. the difference between them is that eris’ love will always win. she will not be led blindly into any pit again, not by her thirst for revenge, not by her despair, not by the darkness, not by the deep.

[bbyfacedx]

deeper than you see yourself

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Flare Varleon/Lizzie

Additional Tags: Warframe: 1999, Explicit Sexual Content, Gender Dysphoria, Genderfluid Character, Consensual Mind Control, Tentacle Dick, Masturbation, Body Horror, They’re Fucking the Guitar

Oh, Lover, you think We haven’t changed You? That We would deny You any Desire, Our adored one?

A tingle runs up their spine that feels like Lizzie is stroking it, dragging her claws over each vertebrae.

Let Us take over, Rockstar, We’ll show you Our gifts you’ve yet to Find on your Own.

(Or: Lizzie teaches Flare a valuable lesson about taking their time and appreciating her gifts.)

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[bbyfacedx]

trying to finish some destiny wips ive been working on for ages and this is genuinely one of my favorite drifteris snippets ive ever written. maybe perhaps i will Finish It

Eris Morn is not a woman who wishes for pity. Sympathy makes her ache nearly as bad as any physical ill she’d suffered; more foreign in her than her own three eyes. The tentative, placating words of others do nothing to put her at ease. Words alone cannot bring back anything she’d lost, sacrificed, or gambled away of her own free will, after all. She isn’t fond of them in the slightest.

The only balm capable of soothing her is a strange one, made from unknown ingredients and applied in a thick layer whether Eris likes it or not. It stings, seeping into her skin, penetrating her down to the marrow each time. He can’t help being obnoxious, she’s aware, it’s simply in his nature. An ointment of his own to rub over the wounds of being known. As much as she’d like to say she knows the Drifter, she doesn’t. Eris has no weapons or words capable of piercing through that thick, cold skin, but she doesn’t necessarily mind it.

Whatever truth lies buried under the Drifter is inconsequential to her. She knows his hands, each scar and callous and imperfection; his voice, the cadence and lilt of it, the way he clips the ending clean off of his words and slurs them into a drawl. She knows that he fiddles with his jade pendant when he’s nervous, upset, frustrated, thinking hard, or holding back excitement. She knows his nicknames for her; Moondust when he’s trying to be romantic, Three-Eyes when he’s trying to push her buttons. Eris knows enough about the Drifter to keep her curiosity sated, for now.

The Drifter’s Gambit is one thing Eris has never bothered to study much. Why should she invest her time learning the ropes of a simple game meant for trigger-happy Guardians to shed the blood of aliens and their own? How could Eris hope to participate while she had nothing but an Ahamkara bone in hand and Stasis replacing her Light? Why was she pacing around the Drifter’s alleyway, eyes darting impatiently from the open grate to the swirling bank of motes to the jade coin discarded on the table? More questions with answers that Eris will never know.

[bbyfacedx]

adrenalize

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Flare Varleon/Lizzie

Additional Tags: Warframe: 1999, Explicit Sexual Content, Dream/MindSex, Semi-Public Sex, Fingerfucking, Genderfluid Character, Gender Identity, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism, Shapeshifting, Coming In Pants, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Non-Human Genitalia

It’s like they’re in a bubble, utterly empty and surrounded at once, unable to focus on anything that isn’t Lizzie but it’s all Lizzie, they realize. The nondescript faces of the audience, a thousand Lizzies, the heat of the lights her searing warmth, the instrument they hold that isn’t her still bound by her control.

Even in dreams, nothing but Lizzie can channel their music, can cheer and scream for them with so many sweet voices, can burn them from the inside out.

(Or: Lizzie finds plenty of new and exciting ways to get freaky with her Rockstar.)

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