#readytocomplysir

[ablackwidowsbite]

(For Carol) James was on his nightly run when he came across the motionless young woman. He knelt down and pressed two fingers under her left ear, checking for a pulse. She was alive but obviously injured, he tried to wake her with no response. "Shit." he hissed softly taking off his jacket and covering her with it to protect her from the chill in the air before gingerly scooping her up bridal style and heading toward his apartment. Suspecting a hospital wasn't the proper place...

Your Muse finds mine unconscious on the ground. They’re not waking up and their breathing is shallow. Put their response in my inbox. [Accepting] 

@readytocomplysir

Carol had gotten into it really rough and was knocked out cold. She had overlooked one thing and it worked in her opponent’s favor. They would have picked her up if it wasn’t for James running by. The fled before they could even take her away. Carol was still breathing really shallow. When she was picked up by him she almost instinctively turned towards the warmth that she felt by the other person. It was going to be a while before she really woke up. 

[wickedwclves]

“Hello?....” -James

Wanda looked up from her little spot in the corner. She frowned and tilted her head. “James? Is that you?” She blinked, the sudden light shining into the room blinding her. The room had been kept fairly dark and no one bothered to see her anymore. It was surprising to have visitors, especially at this time. “H-how have you been?”

[mischieftomake]

@readytocomplysir liked for a starter

“I’m not in the mood to argue. Unless you want me to make sure you’re physically unable to make an inconvenience of yourself for several months, I suggest you step aside.” 

[wewhispertogether]

Patron and Companion

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When Sherlock got the message from her parents to come see her about a gift, she was extremely reluctant to go. She didn’t enjoy going outside much these days. There were too many people and they all looked at her like a stray dog, not knowing if she was going to attack them or if they should give her scraps of food and pity. She only went out to get occasional food and booze, or to visit her parents. It was better that way, she told herself on lonely nights as she sat in her apartment, surrounded by empty bottles and the wisps of nightmares waiting to pounce on her. Safer. She would be fine.

But her parents had been sincere and begged her to come, so she had, wrapped up in a bomber jacket from a thrift store and a beanie pulled over her head. The bags under her eyes were still noticable, her eyes were bloodshot, and the looks of sympathy from some of the homeless people were enough to make her sick. Still, she went.

The gift was...not what she expected. Stepping into her mother’s living room, there was a person sitting in the corner. A man, in a plain shirt and jeans, kneeling with a resigned look on his face and a collar around his neck. She froze, staring at the man, and the numbness in her actually started to give way to panic.

“Please tell me you didn’t get me a Companion. Tell me you didn’t.”

Her mother stepped in. “You don’t talk to people or set foot outside. We thought we’d give you a reason.”

“You said I can’t even take care of myself properly! Hijo de puta, how am I going to take care of another human being?”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

@readytocomplysir - continued from x

This was definitely not how she had expected the evening to go. Not in the slightest. The dinner had been absolutely beautiful, the mood perfect, James’s teasing appropriate. But, of course, they very rarely got completely good moments and the moment James’s wine glass got knocked over, she knew it was going to change.

Flashbacks are an utter bitch, aren’t they?

He’d fallen to his eyes, eyes glassy as he frantically tried to clean up the mess, and she crouched down near him, giving him space but staying close enough to show her presence. She kept speaking to him, soft and steady, trying to bring him out of his head. “You’re safe now, it’s alright. He will never hurt you again. You’re safe, James. You’re here with me, and you are safe.”

It took time, but eventually, he started to come back to her, and she gave him a soft smile, though it twinged at his question. Oh, James.

“No, you’re not dead, querido. Not in the slightest. You’re in our living room in New York and you’re okay. You’re safe.”

She knew a few different tricks to get wine out of carpet, but for now, she was going to focus on James.

“It’s alright, James. It’s just a carpet. I can get the stain out easy.”

[thelonelyandroid]

“ have you ever kissed someone before? ”

“Upon several occasions since my activation, yes,” the android replied without qualms or hesitation. @readytocomplysir

[archive-pangodofthewild]

Beauty and the Beast AU

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Curses were terrible things, and Pan had seen quite a few cast in his lifetime. Ones that doomed people to a terrible death, a terrible life...he had seen them all, and his influence had led to quite a few being cast.

But he certainly hadn’t expected to get one put on him. 

At first, he hadn’t understood why this had happened. A curse over chasing Syrinx? Hadn’t others done much worse? But it was more than that. He had refused her no’s and went after her even when she told him not to, she had been so scared she begged to be saved and was turned into reeds, and here he had cut many of the reeds by that river in the hopes one was her and made them into a panpipe. Apparently it was deemed that he had no care for the wants of others, had not enough care for others except where it pleased him, and, in Aphrodite’s words, thought with his dick more than with his brain.

So here he was. Cursed to look even more goat-like and beastly than he actually was, and forced to stay in a house in the Greek countryside forever until someone came and opened his heart. At least there was a back yard and he could still help the forest.

But it had been thousands of years. People had come and gone, and they were all repulsed by him. He had fallen deep into melancholy, and spent most of his days sitting in the garden behind the house watching the sky.

Who would ever love him anyway?

[mcawesome-jesse-mccree]

Child of the West Wind (Wing Slave AU closed w/readytocomplysir)

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Jesse had been warned from the start of his life that some people thought of those with wings as nothing more than slaves. When his home was destroyed in a war, Jesse was lost to the world. He had fought for freedom as much as he could; but with his large brown wings with gold bars he was a target for slavers.

He was twenty eight when they finally found him. Two slavers had been killed by the end, but Jesse McCree had finally been caught, and his wings clipped.

Now he waited with his wings locked behind him for his new owner.