Ohh lord, I hope this isn't too OOC. I just noticed, I'm one of the main proprietors of Non-con on this meme. Feels kinda weird. Characters: Harkness, F!LW Kinks: Non-con, Virginity Relationship: Het Summary: F!LW gets in a fist fight and Harkness has to subdue her. -
The lone wanderer slunk into one of the torn booths of the Muddy Rudder. With James now gone, nothing mattered. Alcohol and gunpowder were all that filled her senses anymore, all that made her feel alive. It was bad enough that her father was gone but the only other home she had was sealed away from her for good. Fuck the vault.
Sulking in her own pity was all that mattered right now.
"What's wrong, nosebleed?"
She looked over to see Butch hovering over. Just as drunk, or even more so than herself. She had to fight down the urge to just throw her vodka at him. It would have been a waste of twenty good caps.
"Beat it, DeLoria. I'm not in the mood." Her fists balled tightly underneath the wobbly table.
"Look, I know your dad is with the birds and all now, but girl you need to get over it."
Like it was that simple. "Go away, now." Her voice grew louder, catching the attention of a few drunken patrons.
"Hey! I didn't fuckin' bitch at you when my ma' died. Don't start gettin' mad at me for your father's dumb ideas."
That was all she could take. After weeks of bottling up her feeling and crying them into empty whiskey glasses, her emotions spilled over. With a shove of the table, her fist connected with Butch's jaw faster than she could realize what she was doing.
When heading in for a second strike she was subdued by a pair of strong arms.
"I knew you were trouble the minute I let you onto this boat. I have half a mind to throw you overboard. With all the damage you have caused, it feels like that would be a waste." Harkness pulled her out of the bar while another guard escorted Butch to the clinic.
"Let go of me." She tried to elbow the chief but he blocked her blow.
"Stop resisting now." She had never heard him so angry, something about it bothered her deeply.
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timeasmymeasure
Reboot My Mechanical Heart Pt. 1/?
Date: 2012-01-03 02:19 am (UTC)Characters: Harkness, F!LW
Kinks: Non-con, Virginity
Relationship: Het
Summary: F!LW gets in a fist fight and Harkness has to subdue her.
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The lone wanderer slunk into one of the torn booths of the Muddy Rudder. With James now gone, nothing mattered. Alcohol and gunpowder were all that filled her senses anymore, all that made her feel alive. It was bad enough that her father was gone but the only other home she had was sealed away from her for good. Fuck the vault.
Sulking in her own pity was all that mattered right now.
"What's wrong, nosebleed?"
She looked over to see Butch hovering over. Just as drunk, or even more so than herself. She had to fight down the urge to just throw her vodka at him. It would have been a waste of twenty good caps.
"Beat it, DeLoria. I'm not in the mood." Her fists balled tightly underneath the wobbly table.
"Look, I know your dad is with the birds and all now, but girl you need to get over it."
Like it was that simple. "Go away, now." Her voice grew louder, catching the attention of a few drunken patrons.
"Hey! I didn't fuckin' bitch at you when my ma' died. Don't start gettin' mad at me for your father's dumb ideas."
That was all she could take. After weeks of bottling up her feeling and crying them into empty whiskey glasses, her emotions spilled over. With a shove of the table, her fist connected with Butch's jaw faster than she could realize what she was doing.
When heading in for a second strike she was subdued by a pair of strong arms.
"I knew you were trouble the minute I let you onto this boat. I have half a mind to throw you overboard. With all the damage you have caused, it feels like that would be a waste." Harkness pulled her out of the bar while another guard escorted Butch to the clinic.
"Let go of me." She tried to elbow the chief but he blocked her blow.
"Stop resisting now." She had never heard him so angry, something about it bothered her deeply.