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Oberyn Martell x Revolutionary Leader! OFC 

Burn the House Down Part 1: The Breakout  (available now) - the revolutionary leader of a small kingdom once liberated by Prince Oberyn, mounts a daring rescue at the news of the prince's capture by the Lannisters.

Burn the House Down Part 2: The Flirt (available now) - Our bad ass female revolutionary leader is left alone to escort the fabulously gorgeous Prince Oberyn Martell back to Dorne after the daring rescue from King's Landing in Burn the House Down Part 1 . Days / weeks of horseback riding with the Red Viper against your back? Sign me tf up!

Burn the House Down Part 3: Smut ** (available now) - Nothing but Oberyn smut. Part 2 was the psychological foreplay, this is all smut. Based on this instructional post by @absurdthirst 

Burn the House Down Part 4: Paradise ** (WIP - outline phase) - Our revolutionary leader and Prince Oberyn had finally reached Dorne. She had a chance to meet his paramour Ellaria Sand and was taught the secrets of taking pleasure in a threesome with the Red Viper.

Burn the House Down Part 5: Against the Odds ( available now) - Sentries spotted an army of invaders coming for Dorne. Out-gunned and out-numbered, Dorne needed our revolutionary leader's help to fight them off, because this is her specialty - fighting against the odds.

Marcus Moreno x Interdimensional superhero!ofc

Redemption Part 1 (available now) - When alien destroyers from another dimension started to materialize on Earth, wreaking havoc across the world, only one woman has stood up against this new form of threat and lived to tell the tale, a warrior who chased these threats from her universe through a temporal rift, will join forces with Marcus Moreno and the Heorics.

Redemption Part 2 (available now) - when the enemy found out the extra-dimensional ofc has the knowledge and know-how to neutralize them, they put a hit out on her. Now Marcus Moreno has to get to her before they did to keep her safe.

Redemption Part 3* (sneak peek)

Liam x rookie CIA!OFC

Pedro Pascal’s one-episode character in Nikita

Safe House Part 1 (available now) - Our CIA rookie!OFC was in charge of a safe house in Prague where Liam, the most dangerous CIA agent gone rogue, was taken when he resurfaced after a decade off the grid. But when the safe house was breached by brutal mercenaries, our rookie!ofc must escape with Liam and both their lives.

Safe House Part 2 (available now) - Charged with keeping Liam, the legendary ex-CIA turned enemy-of-the-state, in custody and alive, our rookie agent!OFC must whip through the streets of Prague with a mysterious hit squad on her tail. Can she stay alive and out of grasp long enough for enforcement to arrive? And can she trust her agency? Or will she have to turn to the most dangerous rogue assassin in CIA history to find an ally?

Safe House Part 3 (available now) - When both Liam and our rookie agent!ofc found themselves hunted by the CIA and a group of deadly mercenaries, they were forced to forge an unlikely alliance. As more facts revealed themselves, she suspects he might not be the cold-blooded killer they made him out to be. Now the new allies must stay alive long enough to uncover who wants them dead.

Safe House Part 4 (available now) - When Liam, the ex-CIA assassin, and our rookie agent!ofc need to infiltrate a black-tie gala event with high profile guests at the Ritz-Carlton, Vienna, of course they’re doing the fake newlywed trope. And we get to know Liam's surprising backstory, one that is very different from how the government spun it.

Safe House Part 5 - this is the conclusion to the series, also a fix-it fic because the TV show did Liam dirty.

Emily x Kyle Hartley

(Pedro Pascal’s one-episode character on CSI: Crime Scene Investigation)

Birds of a Feather (available now) - how Kyle and Emily met at a fancy wedding in New York. Meet cute, flirting, some fluff, and a little thirst. Canon compliant with no ofc or reader.

To Love and Protect (available now) - a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde duo left CSI stumped as they pulled off heist after heist across the country. But when the authorities start closing in on them, can their love withstand the pressure? Or will this bond of ride-or-die forged from childhood begin to crack?

Din Djarin + teenage female! OFC (request)

The Purple Kid (available now) Completely rated G. This is just Din helping out a kid who's on the run. Inspired by an ask looking for Din fanfics for their teen without much luck. Thought I'd help fill the gap. Will prolly have an audience of one. This relationship is vaguely reminiscent of Ezra and Cee.

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Liam x female spy!OFC x Dave York ** (outline phase)

Summary: Liam's origin story of how he went rogue from the Division

Words were circulating that a female foreign operative will attempt an assassination on the US president. Liam, who was still part of the Division at this point, had been sent to intercept. Liam caught the assassin and brought her back to a warehouse for interrogation. She proofed to be a formidable foe, not caving even under the most strenuous of duress, compelling Liam to call in Dave York to double the pleasure. I mean pressure. Liam's origin story based on my headcanon and smut based on this ask by absurdthirst.

Zach x female backpacker! OFC 

Untitled Zach fic # 1  (outline phase) - Zach was walking down the streets of LA and came upon a backpacker who was struggling to find her hostel due to English not being her first language. Zach, being the sweetheart that he is, of course stopped and asked her if she needed help.

Untitled Zach fic # 2  (outline phase) - Zach just came back to the States after his tours in Afghanistan and met a stranger in a bar.

Din Djarin + The Child meta / headcanon (idea phase) 

no reader, no OFC, no fluff, no smut, no romance (would anybody even want to read this?) - just meta and head cannons, probably rated G

dark! Catfish x female agent! OFC **   (idea phase)

Untitled Frankie Morales fic **  - after reading @yespolkadotkitty 's brilliant Catfish for Dinner my thirsty ass has been obsessed with dark! Catfish

Pero Tovar x female doctor! OFC **  (WIP - 1k badly written) 

inspired by Tower of Roses by @rzrcrst - blatant excuse to write Tovar smut - when an epidemic hit Spain, Tovar was sent by the crown to bring back the doctor. She was an epidemiologist who studied the plague her entire career but volunteered as front line medic for the war in what is now Istanbul.

Rec List from Awesome Bloggers

Unexpected Guest (Marcus Moreno) most true to canon character. Super cool villain!ofc. What a fun read! One of my favorite fanfic from one of my favorite fanfic writer. This is what happens when Marcus is tired of saving the world and the beautiful sexy villain dropped by to share a bottle.

The Prisoner (Pero Tovar) ofc is the daughter of the king and Pero has been taken prisoner in the dungeon. Their interaction is so intriguing.

The Anomoly (Marcus Moreno) ofc is a mysterious new transfer to the Heroics who is there as an expert consultant or some kind of expert. She’s competent and chilled and he’s not insecure. Just the way I like my characters😂

Shower (Zach Wellison) a thirst fic dedicated to Zach and I'm not mad about it

Infinity Cube (lots of Pedro boys) very clever premise but beware it's angsty. And it hurts so good.

Pedro Pascal character fic rec list sorted by characters (by other bloggers):

https://athalien.tumblr.com/post/647221533124722688/pedro-pascal-fic-rec-part-1

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Prague. She used to think it would be so exciting to be in charge of a safe house in Prague, where the safety of every high valued “guest” was her priority. Little did she know she would be sitting on her ass for 13 months. Stuck inside all day every day, staring at 14 closed-circuit monitors that did not change. 

Please!! Can something happen for once? Anything! 

She swore they threw rookies into safe house assignments straight out of the academy just to fuck with them.

The phone rang and, for the first time, she got a “guest” coming to her safe house. It was Joel Miller. THE Joel Miller. The top-secret operative who was so secret no one even knew he existed, at least not to anybody below a GS-15 pay grade. The Legend who had gone rogue and turned against the entire agency, and slowly tore them down from the inside, all the while evading capture for the last 10 years. He was a thorn in their sides. An unstoppable threat to the agency. Unfortunately for them, he was also one of the best. Cold and steady on every op. The assassination of every dictator you have ever heard? That was probably Joel Miller. No amount of security could stop him. And no one would even know he was ever there, came and gone without a trace, leaving nothing but bodies in his wake. Actually, not even bodies. Not unless he wanted to make a statement. 

He was a ghost, off the grid. Nobody even knew what he looked like, except for the handful who had worked with him in The Division, a secret elite unit of the CIA. They dropped in and out of countries unsanctioned, no support, no reinforcement, just got the job done. 

So after years of hunting Miller to no avail, he just one day, out of the blue, walked into the US Embassy in Prague. And he turned himself in, just like that. The bosses up top were freaking out, scrambling for the best interrogator within a thousand-mile radius to “debrief” him, so they could sweat him for everything he knew and everything he has done.

She had imagined the best of the best must be some grizzly old guy. Chewed up and spat out after years of wet work and covert operations under the most impossible circumstances. Listening to the stories the cadets used to tell back in Quantico, you would think he wasn’t even human.

So when the 6-men extraction team of high-level operatives buzzed her door with Miller in tow, she was eager to see this legend.

They brought him into the safe house in cuffs with a burlap sack over his head. He was shoved unceremoniously into a metal chair in the interrogation room, while she found herself the best seat in the house, behind the one-way mirror in the observation room. With the cuffs still on his wrists, they zip-tied his ankles to the chair.

To her surprise, when the burlap sack was pulled off, it was not a gnarled-up bitter old dude under there. Behind the one-way mirror was a strikingly handsome man with salt and pepper hair and matching scruff, framing his high cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. He was in his 50s, tall, with broad shoulders and muscular arms, long legs, and large rugged hands. Man’s built like a brick house. Everything about him was built for efficiency, including those cunning brown eyes, which are surprisingly warm, for someone who looked like they’ve seen, and probably done, some shit. At one point, she could have sworn he knew she was there, when those tired brown eyes looked directly at her through the glass, as if to challenge her, on everything she thought she knew, and everything she thought she stood for. 

When the expert interrogator started to lose his patience at Joel’s lack of attention to his questioning, he threatened him by rolling in a big metal tub and 10-gallon jugs of water. That was when The Legend gently smirked at her before leisurely tearing his eyes away, returning his attention to the interrogator as if he had interrupted his moment with her.

“600s,” Joel casually suggested.

Confused looks were exchanged around the room.

“Those towels,” he elaborated, “you’re gonna want at least 600 gram weight on those towels. Those are what? 350? 375?”

“Yeah? You think this is a joke?” Threatened the interrogator, “ the longest record is 20 seconds. You gonna beat that, Miller?”

Joel responded with a smug tug of his lips, revealing a dimple on his right cheek.

As they slowly leaned him back in his chair towards the tub, he peered over at her and looked directly into her eyes as if to say, “you are about to be a witness to state-sanctioned torture. You cool with that?”

As the water was aggressively dumped over his towel-covered face, she heard him gasp for air with the most inhuman sounds, his legs kicking and his whole body convulsing. This was undoubtedly a violation of the Geneva Convention, and that was for enemies. She was not sure if she was cool with that.

After what felt like a whole minute, they finally brought him back upright while he coughed and gasped and laboriously cleared water out of his airways. 

“How long was that?” he heaved, water dripping off the cocky look on his face.

Frustrated, the interrogator ordered the torture repeatedly, increasing the weight of the towel each time, but The Legend showed no sign of relenting. 

Suddenly and without warning, all power in the house was cut off, leaving everyone in the dark and all cameras down.

That was until the backup generator kicked in, then alarms started blazing. When the monitors flashed back on, she spotted 12 heavily armed hostiles breaching the first perimeter of the safe house. The agent standing next to her slipped into the hallway and signaled for the extraction team to follow him, and they quickly filed out of the interrogation room to defend the house, leaving just one of them in the room to guard Joel.

Once the team had scrambled into place around the second perimeter, a deafening calm of silence fell. Before she even had a chance to realize she was holding her breath, a skull-jarring explosion blew the high range blast door out of the wall and the shock waves knocked her over. The lights started cutting in and out, flash bangs went off everywhere, and rapid gunfire was exchanged all around.

The extraction team consisted of skilled senior field officers with decades of experience, but they were 6 against 12 and the hostiles knew what they were doing. To their credit, the team knocked out a few intruders too, before they themselves fell one by one. 

Trying not to panic, she pulled her Glock out of her holster and waited for her orders.

Meanwhile, the team lead’s desperate cries for the last of his men to help were heard through the hallway. The last man left guarding Joel in the interrogation room was breathing heavily, eyes consumed with fear. Steeling himself, he pounded on the one-way mirror and signaled for her to get in the room. While crossing in the hallway, he handed her the cuff keys, told her to watch the prisoner, and went to support his team.

She quickly took cover in the interrogation room while more gunfires erupted and more men dropped. 

Then suddenly, all was quiet.

Carefully and discreetly, she peeked out and down the end of the long hallway, where the intruders demanded from the fallen team lead where Joel was. When he refused, he was shot in the head.

Oh fuck. 

She was the last one left standing.

Just her against at least 9 mercenaries.

Her adrenaline was fully pumping now. This was it. This was what she was trained for. After frantically barricading behind the door, she took slow controlled breaths as she tried to slow down her pulse and bring some sense back to her amygdala-hijacked brain. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” an unexpectedly calm and soothing voice came from the middle of the room.

While desperately reining in her terror, she glanced over at Joel and found his eyes surprisingly full of understanding and reassurance.

“You got one in the chamber?” he gently advised.

“Yeah,” she breathed as she hastily racked the slide, and the round in the chamber ejected out the side of the gun and landed on the floor. 

Fuck! Get a grip!

“It’s okay,” he reassured her, “I remember my first post in Esmeralda, fresh out of Quantico. A house like this. Beautiful beaches. Not a single visitor, but I remember rule number one: you’re responsible for your house guests.”

Don’t listen to him. This is Asset Acquisition 101. You humanize yourself. You relate to your target. You speak their language.

“I’m your house guest,” he continued calmly, “the clock is ticking. They gave you the keys. Now do your duty, agent.”

“Shut up! Let me think,” she snapped, debating hastily if she should uncuff him and get him out of there.

“You wanna be the one who lost the CIA’s most wanted?” He goaded.

 Maybe this was a trick.

“They are here for me, but they want me alive. You, they’d kill. They’d kill you to get to me,” he matter-of-factly painted her a grim scenario, made more ominous by his deep gravelly voice.

Damn it! He’s got a point. Either way, we can’t stay here.

“So what’s it gonna be?” The steadiness in his voice betrayed no emotions.

As the violent pounding inched closer towards them, she was acutely aware that time was running out.

Shit! We gotta go.