#corsowen

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Making headers for fic because maybe it will inspire me to actually write the fic

Corso Riggs x Arawen Bryn (tag: Corsowen)

Nogeco Kallig x Tezanna Oress (tag: Lord and Lady) (Nogeco belongs to @dak-legacy)

Sylarvi x Karuki Bryn (tag: Karuki and Sylarvi) (Sylarvi belongs to @starrypawz)

Elessabeth Oress x Lieutenant Pierce (tag: Duchess and Lieutenant)

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Smutty HC: Wen and one of her many fantasies about hunky farm boys

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

(Told through a text message between a smuggler and a bounty hunter)

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Smut HC: Corso is good with his hands

Send me an NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence (or so) fic about it

Arawen bit down hard on her bottom lip, digging her heels into the mattress until it was all too much. She reached down and pushed Corso’s arm to get his attention.

“Gimme a minute,” She gasped, “Oh, fuck.” Corso’s hands switched to caressing her shaking thighs until they stilled. 

Arawen snorted. “And you can get that smug look off your face before I sit on it.”

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“Yes, I ate all the muffins, because I have no self-control and I hate myself.” (Pregnant Arawen?)

(Plus Corso dealing with a crabby pre-schooler because guess what I’ve been doing all week!)

“Dunks, I don’t see ‘em anywhere.” Corso sighed, takinganother look through the cupboard.

“But I saw them!” As his whine escalated, Zeva descended,arms wrapped around Corso’s leg as he sank to the floor in despair. “I wantmuffins!”

Corso kept digging through the assorted foodstuffs, ignoringthat the blood circulation in his calf was being cut off. “We’ve got somecookies, fruit snacks-“

“I want muffins!”

“Dunks, I can’t feel my leg.” Corso wiggled his leg todislodge the distraught four-year-old, to no avail. “Come on, gotta picksomething else.” Zeva let out a whine and threw himself backwards onto thefloor, spread-eagled and lower lip quivering. Corso sighed through his nose. Aweek ago, they’d had a perfectly placid little boy who was always content to gowith the flow of life, never minding what happened around him, then it seemedtheir little guy had been replaced overnight. A tantrum over muffins wasstandard compared to some of Zeva’s other fits that day; First, he didn’t wantto wear socks, then he didn’t want to sit at the table and eat his cereal, andone miniature crisis after another.

Corso had decided to let the little guy wear himself out onthe floor before presenting the options again, when he caught sight of his wifeout of the corner of his eye. Arawen put her finger up to her lips as shepushed an empty bag into the garbage. Corso let out a little snicker. Thatsolved the mystery of the missing muffins, at least.

Once Zeva had been convinced to take a packet of miniaturecookies and had run off to sit on the back steps, Corso leaned back against thecounter with a groan. “What’s gotten into that kid?”

“He skipped the Terrible Twos. I figured he’s just hittingit a bit late.” Arawen sidled up to Corso’s side and cuddled him as best shecould with the bulk of her belly in the way. “You did fine.” Her hand followedthe arc of her belly down and then up again, until Corso rested his hand on topof hers. “You in there, you had better not be getting ideas.”

“Babygirl’s gonna be good as gold.” Corso chuckled.

“So, yes, I ate all the muffins because I have noself-control and I hate myself.” Arawen stuck her tongue out at Corso’slaughter.

“Or, we can say babygirl wanted the muffins real bad.” Corsopressed a kiss to her temple and gave Arawen’s tummy a comforting pat. “Babe,you’ve got an excuse. You’re eating for two, aren’t ya?”

“Been eating for four, more like.” Arawen muttered.

“I’ll getcha some more of those muffins when I go pick upthe parts for the generator tomorrow.”

“Get two packs.”

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“Is this your first kiss? I’ve never seen anyone so shy.”

Arawen sighed and leaned back, her hands wrapping around Corso’s hovering ones. “You’re allowed to put these down, you know.” She chuckled. “On me. Pick a place, hun.” 

“Gotcha, Cap- Arawen.” Corso’s eyes darted down and back up to her face. Slowly, and with a guiding tug, his hands were coaxed to rest on either side of her waist. “Is this all right?”

“Is this your first kiss? I’ve never seen anyone so shy.” Arawen shook her head with a smile, sidling back up close to Corso and throwing her arms around the back of his neck, which was already flushed as dark as his ears. 

Corso grinned and rubbed his nose against Arawen’s. “No comment,” He mumbled before closing the gap.

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Little Ruki can get Corso to do ANYTHING for her and she figures that out pretty quick when he starts traveling with Arawen and Ruki. Like Arawen asks Corso to babysit one time, and Ruki convinces him that she always has two cookies and some milk before bed. Corso believes her because it does not occur to him that 5 year olds lie. I mean, he figures it out when Arawen comes back, he proudly tells her that Ruki got to bed on time and had her bedtime cookies, and Arawen starts laughing. 

Bless him, he tries, but he does not know kids very much at first. Then becomes best stepdad ever later on. 

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Concept: Arawen and Corso on their first date acting like adorable teenagers and having a good old time, unaware that Rogun’s bounty hunters are still after them and Elessabeth has been following them around for the whole date and keeping her bestie and her new man safe

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kisses that start at the fingers, then the knuckles, then trail all the way up the wrist and arm

“Captain?” Corso rapped gently on the doorway as he entered the darkened cockpit. Arawen’s silhouette was barely visible in the pilot’s chair, feet propped up next to the controls. She shifted when he called out to her, turning and gesturing silently for him to come up next to her.

In the dark, it took a moment of awkward fumbling to find each other’s hands. Corso gave Arawen a comforting squeeze, sinking to a crouch beside her.

“I love this,” Arawen murmured,  her free hand waving vaguely at the viewport before them. Stars dotted the black expanse, all shapes and sizes and colors, a nebula of blue and cloudy white seeming to drift past while the Lost Girl orbited the nearby station. “It’s beautiful.”

“Sure is,” Corso smiled, bringing their linked hands to his lips and brushing a kiss to her fingertips.

“You look at it right… it feels like you’re drifting through the stars.” Her thumb brushed across Corso’s hand, just missing his lips that moved from fingertips to the knuckle of her ring finger. “Mm. You’re acting sweet tonight.”

“Just been missing you all day.” It felt awkward to admit, that he missed her when they were never more than the width of the ship apart, but the work of keeping an old freighter going, plus running their “business” from the ship, meant that they’d hardly been able to exchange more than a few words since they’d gotten out of bed.

“Missed you too.” Even in the dark, Corso could tell she was smiling at him. He turned their clasped hands slowly, revealing the soft skin of the underside of Arawen’s wrist, pressing his lips against the flutter of her pulse.

Arawen sighed, and Corso took that as her silent assent before continuing. The cool air raised up goosebumps on her bare arm before his lips even touched her skin.

His cheek came to rest against her shoulder, the two of them gazing silently at the colors of space passing by the viewport. Nobody needed to say a word. Corso knew, and Arawen knew. In that heartbeat of time, each was content.