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kingofthering · 4 months

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I was thinking about the forced coming out au and how @moonshynecybin said Marc would keep blowing Vale out hot & cold and I had thoughts for one of the hot days.

Essentially, it's about the two of them getting invited to an LGBTQ event -thinking a gala/fundraiser situation maybe- (could be towards the end of June for pride month or later in the year depending on the timeline, details).

I think this kind of event could truly be double-edged for Marc because everyone is telling him that they admire him for what he did and that he's helping change things and that so many kids are gonna feel encouraged by this and— well, on the one side it makes Marc feel sick of their lie because he didn't come out for ~the good reasons™️ (didn't even really choose to come out, even) but the event also makes him realize that in the grand scheme of things, he is (they are) having an impact on so many people.

Anyway, for once Marc's brain decides to let him focus on the good aspect of things and he lets himself be close to Valentino that night, invites him to dance, lean his head on his shoulder, hold onto his arm when they're speaking to people together, kissing his cheek before he leaves Valentino's side to grab them drinks, etc etc

Valentino— Valentino is surprised in ways he didn't expect. He's essentially been begging Marc to provide more efforts in their whole charade and yes, he's happy to have Marc cooperating but also he had forgotten how tender Marc could be with him and that's something to process as well. He used to be scared of those moments back when they were just friends with benefits in their early years [obviously not the PDA but the softs moments after they had fucked, Valentino letting Marc linger in his bed when he would have already thrown away any other hook-up, Marc kissing his cheek before leaving his motorhome, Marc having a coffee for him when they had to attend safety meetings together, Marc dusting off feathers of Valentino's suit on stage, etc etc]. Scared because he couldn't let this 20-something insane fast boy think this was more than unserious sex and scared because Valentino was into it [no, home boy is not that self aware but just a bit, you know].

Anyway, they have a great night and in the taxi to their hotel, Marc has his hand laying in the middle seat and Valentino grabs it, squeezes it and asks Marc if he had a great time tonight. Marc squeezes back and nods [this is a very self-indulgent moment in the midst of an otherwise pretty angsty universe, bye].

Obviously they were booked a single room with a king bed and they find each other in the huge bathroom, both facing the mirror and getting ready for bed. Then, it's Marc asking Vale to help him undo the knot of his tie. It's Valentino offering his wrists to Marc so he can undo his cufflinks. It's the two of them being in each other's space, suppressing the room between them inch by inch until Marc just has to tilt his head up to find Valentino's mouth with his own.

It's achingly slow, at first. It reminds Valentino of the kiss they shared earlier that night on the dance floor. Despite their audience, it hadn't felt performative back then, not really. Now that they are without an audience, Valentino feels even more exposed.

They sleep together (sex so sweet it could actually make teeth rot) and fall asleep wrapped around each other. The next morning, Valentino wakes up in cold sheet and a handwritten note that says :

changed my flight to get home earlier see you in [wherever their next race is] Marc

#rpf #4693 #forced coming out au #my writing #and then marc is obviously back to flinching when vale touches him and it's like they are starting from point 0 all over again

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badbunnieart · 1 year

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Disco Elysium AU where the 41st Finest works via Seance and Kim has to just Deal With It™️.

#I rewatched Poltergeist while hyperfixating on Disco what else is a lad supposed to do???#found a better brush that makes messy art look decent #plus!!! lighting tests and color palettes #all wrapped up into one au #kim and harry quit the force and become full time paranormal investigators #and kim gets a little tie #cause ghosts and little ties are better than being a pig :)#disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #jean vicquemare #klassje amandou #harry has to hold hands with his emotional support lieutenant but everyone else can touch pinkies

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loving-jack-kelly · 11 months

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i do have to confess that one of my favorite jack spot dynamics to rotate in my brain is jack being a few years older than spot and knowing him in the refuge/as kids and spot having a Massive crush on him and being extremely pissed about that fact years later when they re-meet/reconnect. he doesn't have a crush anymore he's just angry that it ever happened. jack wasn't a jerk and was in fact completely oblivious to it so there's no reason for spot to be so peeved but he's steaming at the ears every time he remembers being infatuated with jack kelly.

#race thinks it's the funniest thing ever in the entire world #newsies #spot conlon #jack kelly #i like the idea of spot and jack falling out of touch or w/ever (talking modern au now ig)#so when race introduces his new boyfriend/fling/situationship jack is like :))) spot! i know you!#and spot is like >:(((( fuck this.#and then they don't get along for a while because spot is peeved and jack is confused and annoyed and frustrated and race is like ???#when spot finally forces himself to explain everything to race race tries (and fails) to not laugh his ass off it #he wouldn't tell jack bc that would be breaking spot's (hard won easily lost) trust but he is like Please can u be friends

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sp00pypumpkins · 3 months

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I am finally better from being sick a few days ago B] and finished the ref for Zero in the sweet home AU by @asamary (sorry for the tag)

Now I can freely do silly lil comics about it HAHA

#my art #poppy playtime #poppy playtime oc #poppy playtime sweet home #oc Zero Signal #sweet home au #can u tell i got lazy and didnt want to put color in everything HAHAHHA #do not percieve me now i shall go back to my hole and tomorrow owrk on sillies #I wanna do so many sillies HAHA i am having fun doing these #i like to think the day they moved into the city Zero was so overwhelmed by the outside and people they wanted to stay in for so long #but the prototype forced them to be healthy and go out little by little #GO TOUCH GRASS #HAHAHA #zero sees the prototype as a mentor or like a master because h wants to repay the person who gave him so much without wanting anything in #return about it. He tries to do research about whereabouts of the scientist and give information about it or make gadgets or items they may #need but is suspicious to buy XD #edit 1: i forgot to say he has photography memory thats why he can project his memories on screens very well DX

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Bruce’s cape isn’t huge to hide his body type or anything it’s huge so that if he needs to he can swaddle his kids burrito style and just carry them to the Batmobile. There is no escaping the cape swaddle. Yes this works on all of them, not even Cassandra can escape.

Bold of you to assume she doesn't purposely get hurt on missions bc she wants affection but can't/doesn't know how to communicate it like the rest of her siblings do-

NO OKAY I'M SERIOUS- PLEASE!!! @kiyterra already knows the depth of my feelings when it comes to Batdad's beloved cape; Oh, to be a batkid, softly rolled up in bullet resistant fabric like a dangerous sushi!!!

Bruce would also (bc I am soft for this at this point. Tag game what overdone, cliche trope are you) hold them in his arms even after they reach the Batmobile. He loves to do it to Damian the most bc he finds the tantrums adorable

Headcanon that the bat kids also steal Bruce's cape to use as a blanket

#thanks soooo much bestie i'm here all week even when i wanna die 24/7 #they <33333 is is too much to ask for a quarantine au where they're forced to share a whole house with no one suddenly dying #or vanishing for like 5 seconds????? shit. let jason literally hostage cuddle bruce. no one touches him cause i said so #he's bored so he wants to stir conflict #bruce wayne #batkids #batfam #batfamily #dc #dc comics #batdad #text #ask!!!!

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skydreamplayzz · 3 months

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I used the Wheel again. Got These two. (The two I get have to meet eachother and Do stuff. OR IDK. forgot.)

These two wouldnt be friends at all. Well just Pitch. He Dosent Wants to have to Do anything with him. 🧍‍♂️ Nuh uh for him. Nuh uh spiders.

#undertale oc #undertale #undertale au #sans oc #art #Pitchblack!sans #Khasaruh!sans #I hate spiders.#Looking for a refrence i looked away.#Drawing the spider #I tried to Look away #Okay not drawing it but ye #WELL this drawing can be seen in two ways.#One is pitch gets forced to Touch a spider #Second Khasaruh tries to help him #Just in a Bad way.#It's somthing between These two.#Oh and he just assumed the spiders Gender two Times.#Didnt mean to type her 🧍‍♂️

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Foreign Perception

TW: Bruises, scratches and fights mentioned

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He was sprawled out on the couch, dressed in a black, satin robe, the edges of it lined with a wine red trim. The sunlight illuminated half of his form, seeming to highlight his features; the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones and his sleek figure as well as the curves of the softer features of his face, of his raven hair, all drawn in golden ink.

"Ah, you've woken up," he remarked softly, the usual scratchiness of his morning voice missing, sounding silkier instead. He'd been awake for a while, it seemed, which was strange because he wasn't really a morning person.

Outwardly, he seemed immaculate, tousled hair slightly damp from a shower, his skin looking healthy and well cared for. The luxuriant garment fell slightly as he shifted himself, exposing his collarbones and the tips of his shoulders.

A closer look at him revealed details of a different nature, the ones the sunlight refused to cast its golden glow on. The bruise on his left cheek, an ugly shade of purple and swollen, the dark bags under his eyes, the partially split lip, and a long, fading scratch partially exposed where the fabric of his robe wasn't hiding skin.

"Lie down with me," he suggested, in the same gentle and yet commanding tone, "you look tired." He gestured to the empty space next to him, an almost expectant look in his eyes.

So she obliged, not so much lying down as sitting next to him, her movements a little slow. He smelled like strong, expensive cologne; some sort of smoky wood and an elegant mix of spices.

"Relax, I won't bite," he supplied, a very slight hint of amusement in his tone that one could only pick up by spending a considerable amount of time around him.

Tentatively, she leaned back until her head rested against his chest, letting her arms fall limp at her sides. When the villain showed no indications of discomfort or annoyance, she slackened her posture a bit more.

"That's more like it," the villain praised, no hint of his usual biting sarcasm present. Most of their previous exchanges had involved snide remarks falling off of his sharp tongue and her snapping back at him. Not now, it seemed.

He slowly moved his arm so that it was around one of her shoulders, letting out a soft sigh, a perfect mix of exhausted and utterly relaxed.

The villain was usually unapproachable, even in more casual clothing, with a cryptic resting face that loosely resembled a dark scowl and an unreadable expression in his eyes. He seemed to emant danger, like he carried a warning sign everywhere. Right now, however, he looked impossibly soft, no mask to hide behind.

This time, he layed down completely on the couch, tapping her shoulder lightly so that she would follow his example. The hero found herself being pulled into strong arms, the villain's embrace being surprisingly warm.

"Why are we doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite that, she half-wished to stroke a hand through the criminal's hair, settling only for pushing the loose strands out of his eyes.

"I'm not very sure, maybe it's just calmer, you know. Than what we do every day." He gently guided her fingers through his locks. "It's okay. I think I actually like it when you touch my hair," he said softly.

So she ran her fingers through the villain's hair, noticing how his breathing slowed, how he closed his eyes and involuntarily leaned into the touch.

He opened his eyes and started tracing patterns into her arm absentmindedly with the fingers of one hand, the other still holding her close to him. "You're extremely quiet, which is very unlike you, any reason why?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, Villain, I just don't have much to say. Maybe I talk too much, but I don't mind the quiet," she remarked, continuing to card her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

"I don't think you talk too much," he stage-whispered, smoothing down a wrinkle in her silken dress, his fingers toying with the embroidery on the skirt. It had been a birthday gift, another trademark of their weird, nonsensical to-hate-or-not-to-hate relationship.

"You? Of all people. I thought you hated it." She let a dry laugh make its way into her tone, disbelieving.

"I didn't appreciate being insulted," he replied, only slightly irritable, a glint of mirth visible in the emerald green eyes, "but it was pretty much a mutual thing, and I know people who talk too much, incessantly, but you're not one. It's not noise to me, maybe you talk more than I do, but you listen, so that's a good thing." His hand skirted down the side of her face, and he started tracing her cheekbones down to her jaw. There were small bruises scattered across her cheeks, a few old scars across her figure, and some newer scrapes from more recent fights, some of which, he came to realise, were his fault.

But again, it's not like she hadn't managed to leave any marks on him.

"You're pretty," he remarked before he could catch himself, "for someone who has to get into all these fights, a bit of a shame, really."

"Fighting crime's not a good enough reason to taint my beauty?" she asked, ironically drawing the shape of a scar on his chest with her fingers, blissfully cool against his skin.

"Not what I meant," he attested.

She simply laughed. "Easy. I'm messing with you. Want to know something a little crazy?" she questioned, now playing with the curls of his hair.

"Mhm."

"First time I saw you without a mask, as much as I despised you then, the first, unfiltered thought in my head was that you looked like someone from a perfume ad."

A rare, genuine smile graced the villain's lips. "This is the most oddly specific compliment I've ever received but I'll take it." He toyed with the strands of her hair, weaving his fingers down the length of it. "I don't think we're friends," he decided.

"No," she agreed, tugging a little at the roots of his hair.

"I don't think friends keep doing. . .whatever it is this is unannounced," the villain concluded.

"Being physically affectionate, yes."

"But you know we aren't lovers, either. Is this a side-effect of the whole marriage thing?"

"No, I don't think so," she answered, smoothing the criminal's stray hairs down, "I think we're something in between enemies and lovers. I also think we're both touch-starved, and this. . .this calms us both." She started rubbing a stiff knot in his neck, earning a few contented sighs and shivers from him.

His hand flitted to somewhere near her shoulder, delicately tracing patterns into the skin, increasing pressure sometimes when it seemed fit. Involuntarily, she nuzzled her head into the crook of the villain's neck, and soon his own head slumped forward.

They'd both fallen asleep, mortal enemies in each other's arms, feeling safer than they ever had before.

Few things can rival something as simple and primitive as a gentle touch. More powerful than what one would expect, a frivolous, sentimental luxury only to those who chose to be blind, to run away and hide behind walls of indifference covered in cracks and close to collapsing. Even those who consider it a foreign perception in their world come to realise its priceless value sooner than they would dare to expect.

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gremlin-writes-angst · 4 months

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The Kings Precious

Fairly short, I have plans for more if this does well.

This is a Royal Vampiric au of redacted audio

for this small snippet all you need to know is that Quinn is the new king and has forced 'Darlin' to marry him ( engaged now) and though I didn't mention it in the story, darlin and Sam are a secret couple from before Quinn. Sam is still a servant of the castle and witnesses this whole interaction

TW: Very controlling, Seriously darlin in this is his servant and will not disobey him. please don't read if you don't feel comfortable. Non-consensual touching ( not near private parts but it is still unwelcome and uncomfortable) Quinn lies about what him and Darlin do behind closed doors. I want to be clear that he does not do anything sexual without Darlin's consent. He says these things to his servants because he feels it gives him more power.

Please consider these things before reading this, this part is literally all about Quinn showing off the control he has over his 'fiance' (servant)

For future reference, if I continue this it will mostly be sam and Darlin and you will NOT need to read this part.

“Isn't it just precious?”

He waited for his fiance's answer

It didn't take long for his patience to run thin.

He hates being ignored.

So he grabs their chin and forces them to look at him

“Precious?”

A sliver of fear shines through their eyes.

He loves it

His hand softly travels to their neck as he asks

“I was talking about the ring, it's perfect.”

They don't react the way he wants

So he squeezes their neck

“Do you disagree?”

He glares into their eyes

They should now by now to obey

His eyes are the last warning hell give

The fear in their eyes increases

It's so delicious that he can't stop his lips from curving into a grin

His grin widens when their voice stumbles out

“ of course not”

He gives a small squeeze to their neck again, to remind them what they have forgotten

“ My king”

He worked on that for a long time and still is. He just needs them to look him in the eyes when they say it.

He lets it go for now as he works his hand down their neck, purposely exposing more of their collarbone. Leaning in to kiss them, breathing in their full scent before pulling away.

“ You always smell so divine, if only we were alone my precious”

He says, very loudly, a form of lying his claim.

His hand releases their garment, it doesn't quite return to its original position, but that was what he wanted.

He continues to lightly graze his fingers down their arm, feeling the goosebumps he is causing them.

When he reaches their hand he raises it to his lips kissing the back of their hand.

He holds intense eye contact with his subject.

“ Shall we show off how well your King treats you?”

He whispers and chuckles at the sudden reaction they have, their terrified

He wastes no time standing from his throne and lifting their hand. Forcing them to be pulled from their spot.

“Everyone stop and take a moment to gasp and gawk at this beautiful priceless ring I have graciously given my precious. The ring is worth more than any of your lives. Many have died to retrieve this very ring. It matches them perfectly.”

He didn't have to threaten anyone directly. Everything he did and said was taken as a threat.

He stood and basked as his servants obeyed him.

Once he had enough he said his adeus

“ Go back to work, we shall be in my room.”

He leaned into them and pretended to whisper, though he knew and wanted everyone to hear him

“I just can't resist you anymore.”

With that, he rushed away, practically dragging his precious with him.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #fanfic #redacted darlin #redacted angst #redacted sam #redacted audio #redacted quinn #redacted fanfic #tw: quinn #tw: abuse #tw noncon touching #forced marriage #controlling partner #redacted au

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dailydegurechaff · 1 year

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I am noticing a pattern in this weeks Daily Degurechaff post's. Namely [being very rude], [👉👈], and [quietly seething]. It seems to me like she got in trouble for being rude, tried to look innocent, and then sent to her room. Either Lergen was the one who caught her, or the old general's. I see Lergen being the one who sent her to her room. I see him being a bit more harsh then the general's, explaining why she is more mad pouty instead of sad.

were gonna pretend like I'm a genius who did that completely intentionally because thats fucking hilarious

lergen and zettour (and also probably rudersdorf, though hes not depicted here) try to coparent tanya only they all disagree on the best way to do so, so they're all contradictory

#youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil #tanya von degurechaff #erich von lergen #erich von rerugen #lergen #hans von zettour #zettour #ask #joshtr2000 #bonus doodle #an ask with relatively quick turn around time because i lost my shit laughing when i read it #this touches upon one of my favorite little aus: poor poor erich forced to become tanya's father #fic coming never bc i cant finish a fic to save my life #but maybe more silly sketches abt it sometime bc i love it sm #papa erich au

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merry-andrews · 1 year

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Boxer!Bradley AU;

Bradley fights big matches and wins big prizes. He's one of famous ones. one night at a bar he meets Jake. He's a run-away kid looking for finding a job in this big town and a new start and it's supposed to be a casual one-night stand but morning after when Jake walks around Bradley's small kitchen, wearing Bradley's shirt and sitting on Brad when he's doing his push-ups, Bradley just gets too fond of him that he suggests Jake to stay with him until he finds his own place to live.

he's set for a big match for next couple of months and his competitor is also a good boxer with good reputation too so it's a real challenge if he can beat him. Talking about moneys and bets here which he can make a whole new life someplace else (with Jake💗 Brad's planning on to purpose him) something that he doesn't know, Jake's his competitor's lover.. and all this was a plan from start to get under Bradley's skin to get to convince him losing the match without polluting his own name. So Brad finds out somehow and they break up and while Jake truly has feelings for him, but he doesn't say a word or begs him.. he just leaves..

Brad wins the prize (Jake's heart was beating so fast he was so scared, on the edge of tears whenever Brad got hit. At the end Bradley's locking eyes with Jake while they raise his hand to announce winner) and at that same night Jake comes knocking on a moping Bradley's door, tears in his eyes when Brad pulls him in a kiss, says he's in love with Bradley and he put bets on Bradley instead of his ex-lover💗

#hangster #sereshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #Bleed For This fusion #hmm and let me steal that version of Glen from Scream Queens #so yeah they're gonna go live someplace sunny and buy a house and a car and a dog and adopt kids together💗#Brad will open a gym of course #and they lived happily ever after #💕💕💕💕💕💕💕#thank you @redfurrycat all your aus posts encouraged me to make my own one💖💖💖#I'm proud of this post!! I am!!#also you bet. Brad indeed put LOTS of forces in his fists cus 'NO ONE GETS TO TOUCH AND OWN JAKE EXCEPT ME!'#its why he won? hmm maybe!!#also sitting on your husband while he's doing push ups sit ups is really really cute ok #and I just need to see this scene when Jake kisses Brad's bruises pushes his sweaty curls out of his face after the match💗#and Brad wraps him in his arms hhhnn #this ship is so cute🥺💕💕💕#au post #au posting

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orbdotexe · 1 month

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Under pressure and request from both Osiris and Shin Malphur, Drifter seeks out the Young Wolf early in their exile. He's not sure he'd say it went well, but it certainly could've gone much, much worse. And hey; Shin was right, new friends are new friends. Alternatively: Two rogue Guardians play horse plinko with each other before agreeing to an exchange of favors.

I finally did it- A Questionably Fortunate Encounter's rewrite. I have no idea how I got the motivation to finish this, it wasn't even half done when I picked it back up, but here it is in time for TFE's (concept's) 2nd birthday! I am significantly happier with this than the original, you have no idea. It wasn't even a thousand words and now it's like 20 words from being 2k, and overall? Everything just has more character + an extra page of interaction and the end note being from Ghost instead of Drifter. and being accurate to more story details! I kept a lot of the parts i thought were funny tho, if moved them around-

[old ver. ao3] --- [new ver. ao3]

The Sundial. A ballsy idea from a mad warlock.

Knocking a few times on the side, he can’t help the chills down his spine at the whispers ringing in his ears. “If you short-circuit the universe, you’re on your own.” He snips, his already uneasy grin wavering.

“If I make a mistake here, you might cease to exist,” the old Warlock says simply, though there’s a questioning edge to it.

Drifter only shrugs. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”

Osiris squints at him as Drifter moves around the machine, checking the stability. “We haven’t talked about payment.”

Drifter’s grin smooths out some, sly now. “If you live through this little experiment, you can be sure I’ll be back to collect.”

A simple ‘hm’ is the only response he gets for a few seconds, before Osiris starts again.

“There’s a Guardian you should meet.”

“Yeah, yeah, so I’ve heard. Some bigshot—Can’t wait.”

"Drifter."

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The Warlock and that old Hunter had their points—The Young Wolf needed people on their side, and it's not like Drifter couldn't use the opportunity. He figured, if worst comes to worst, just say Osiris sent him. It seemed the best bet; he heard the two of them had been on good terms, and Osiris wouldn’t have sent him without reason.

This was, regardless, a horrible idea.

Which was very quickly weighing him down as he waited just inside their most recent hideout; a willing, sitting duck in the path of a hellhound. Then again, Shin would be waiting for him, just the same, to see if he really went through with it. A rock and a hard place, if both were unmovable walls.

—

Eventually, the Kingbreaker did show up—and they looked pissed—but they didn't seem to quite notice him, yet.

Their Ghost, on the other hand, had stopped at the door, and was switching between glaring at him, and watching its Guardian. It was a bare hope, but he almost prayed for the Little Light to let the Guardian notice him by themself—for what good it would do.

Drifter had to admit, though, they looked like Hell—In both the shit way and the eternal punishment way—And he'd quite like to keep them from being his punishment, thanks.

They were never in the same place for long, constantly tapping their fingers or wringing their hands. He'd almost call it a nervous habit; if the jerky, almost corpse-twitching movements didn't make him feel like they'd pounce on him at any given moment. It gave the distinct impression of a Taken, a fact he took no comfort in. He had told Shin they would be unpredictable, but recordings didn’t capture just how much.

The Guardian’s posture was rather slumped, in spite of their twitchiness, but he was rather certain he was a pinch taller than them; though it could be their hunch. That dead-eyed and bone-deep tiredness that seeped off of them… The Guardian stumbled whenever they walked, off-balance. Injured, maybe.

They looked as unstable on their feet as he imagined they were mentally.

He rapped his fingers on the tabletop he was leaning against, a slight knot in his stomach building on the question of ‘How to get their attention without getting pinned as a threat?’

Questionably fortunate enough, and probably should’ve been expected; the tapping made them pause, and he'd almost compare the frozen movement to their namesake freezing to listen. They nearly looked like they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't be, or as if a sudden red dot (or dozen) had appeared on their chest.

The Young Wolf then snapped to look at him, eyes narrowed and hand beginning to raise to their sword. Their Ghost noticed, and took it as a sign to speak up; "What do you think you’re doing here? Who are you?" For being the Ghost of an exile, its voice was strikingly uptight. Drifter had expected an edge to the voice, but not for it to be pedant.

"Mind your business, Ghost," he drawled. Their head jolted up a fraction. "Just want a talk with your Guardian, is all-"

Their Ghost flicked back a bit, only to be replaced by its Guardian stepping up close to him. Well… he got their attention, at least.

His gut twisted in knots as the seconds passed like that—far, far too close for comfort. "How about we just… back up for a moment, yeah? Think this all through?" Like he hadn’t. He should have told that Warlock and Shin to shove their requests back down their throats.

The Guardian tilted their head, the action more unnerving than anything else, reminding Drifter of a certain other Hunter, and he was unsure if it was an acknowledgement or a threat. They refused to look anywhere but his eyes, and he swore they leaned a bit closer.

He raises his hands to push them back a bit, but thinks better of touching them. He opts to just slide back a bit, instead– except they match his step. He does not take another one. That definitely wasn't good.

"I'll ask again: Who are you?" The Ghost hovers over its Guardian’s shoulder as they tilt their head to allow it to take the center of Drifter’s vision. Their dynamic is clear, but he tries to focus on them.

"Your old man Osiris didn't mention me?” Drifter tries to say, “I’m hurt–”

"You will be hurt–" the Ghost starts, just as the Guardian grips his collar. There’s a moment the Drifter is almost certain they were going to slam him into the wall.

"Alright, alright—” he tries to interrupt, “Just back up.”

It takes them a moment, and a couple glances between him and the Ghost, but they do back up, if not letting go of his collar. He tries to quietly let out the breath he’d been holding, nerves a bit strung. Their emotions are as on-a-dime as he thought. Damn this plan. The Ghost eyes him expectantly.

"You can call me Drifter; I run a little… operation outta the Tower." Their face somehow pulls even further in a grimace. “Now, I know how that sounds, but I’m not working with the Vanguard—Trust. Wouldn’t be here if I was: Heard about your… dislike of ‘em.”

He gives them a grin when they don’t make another move, though not optimistic. Watching every little change in their expression doesn’t give him much hope, either, given the hard line in their brow now.

"That old Phoenix of yours pointed me your way, and I figured we both could make use of the others'... skills. I've got the connections, and you've guts enough to attack your own–”

The Drifter hardly has time to blink before his back is against the wall again, this time with a knife to his throat, sharp eyes glaring down at him—So it's like that. Osiris might've downplayed the sore spot; Drifter can’t even get away with a tease. He’s good at pushing buttons, but their reservations broke immediately.

He counts by the seconds as the Young Wolf silently dares him to say it again.

While he decidedly opts not to and tries to think of a way to de-escalate his mistake, he has… an inane thought: They’re taller than him… Not by too much, but the thought gives him an idea potentially worse than even the meeting itself was; something mischievous glinting in his eye and, as an added bonus, giving the Guardian pause.

"...Kinky." Feeling their hold loosen somewhat and seeing their brow twitch, Drifter pushes the joke with a sly grin and a cant to the side. “I didn’t realize you swung like that, Killer…”

Drifter’s eyes flick towards the Ghost at the undoubtably horrified, near-static chiming it makes as it rapidly recoils. “Are you… trying to flirt your way out of this–”

The Guardian’s expression seems of someone entirely bewildered by a puzzle in front of them. As they loosened their hold in what he could only assume was disbelief, Drifter had to stop himself from laughing—in relief, at the absurdity, or at their reaction.

“Nahh… Just seizing an opportunity, you’d understand,” he says, as nonchalantly as he can manage. There’s a moment of silence, the Guardian and their Ghost both searching his face, and it's everything he can do not to break—Either into a sweat or into a fit of laughter.

"...what the hell is wrong with you?" is the only response he got from the Ghost, the top fold of its shell covering half its eye. Drifter can only assume it's meant to be a mimicry of a dead-stare.

"Many things!” He gives a toothy grin that splits his face as he chuckles, “Next question."

The Ghost makes a show of rolling its eye, while the Guardian still looks like their mind has shattered, eyes seeming to search the wall through him for answers. The Ghost seems to take notice of its Guardian’s… inoperable state, and pipes up again, terse, “So what do you want?”

He’s really going to have to cut a deal with the Ghost, instead, isn’t he? As Drifter slowly tugs the Guardian’s hand from his collar—which they thankfully do not resist—he gives the Ghost the greasiest side-eye he can manage. “Well, as I was saying before your Guardian interrupted me,” it mimics narrowing its eye as he speaks. “I hear you two need friends, and, well, I’m always looking for more of those.”

“Just get to the point,” the Ghost pushes, tone flat. The Guardian seems to only vaguely be paying attention.

“Them and I could both use the support, so I suggest an… exchange.”

“An exchange? What is that– You mean, glimmer?” The Ghost interrupts itself with flicking its shell around itself and letting out a short chirr. “Information? We have nothing you’d want in that.”

“Nah, I don’t want any of that. If anything, I’m offering—You two just gotta do some favors for me in return. How’s that sound?” At the mention of favors, the Guardian refocuses; eyes widening some before narrowing and scanning him in search of some catch. “Just a job or two; you scratch my back, I scratch yours, yeah? Nothing you wouldn’t already do, of course.”

At the skeptical, almost blank looks from both of them, Drifter’s grin tightens some. “Favor for favor make sense to you?” He’s tempted to ask if they’ve got cotton in their ears. The pair take a long glance at each other, and he can only see the slight twitching in both’s expressions.

“...And how do we know we can trust you?” Finally comes an answer, again from the Ghost, but one that’s more assuring than it probably should be.

“Your old man asked me here, didn’t I say? I wouldn't risk this without a good word.” That, or without Shin over his shoulder. He turns his eye back to its Guardian and offers them a hand, “So, whaddya say? Give it a shot, hotshot?”

The Ghost trills in some semblance of worry as the Guardian cautiously eyes him and his hand, body canted away from him, before hesitantly taking his hand. Their hold is slight and feels like they would rather writhe away from him, but they hold just long enough to shake his hand.

“Heyy, don’t be like that, now. Friends take care of friends, yeah? Trust.” The Guardian grimaces at his words. Maybe that odd adage of insects had a bit more truth to it than he realized.

They’re more scared of you than you are of them?

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Hours later, the Drifter far gone, and his Guardian was still kind of distracted. Honestly, Ghost would be lying if he said he wasn’t mind-broke by that as well. Who, in any sane state of mind, would do any of that? Sneak into an ill exile’s hideout, startle and piss them off, and then try to make a deal?

And why did it… actually work?

Ghost must be losing it.

#idk the pacing might be slightly off still in some places but i like it!#i could hardly stand to read the old version anymore so being able to compare them side by side? im not very easy on myself about these #things but. DAMN ive gotten a lot better huh #i would probably delete the old ver but. idk people might like something in there that i didnt put in this ver so itll stay up #the forsaken exile #destiny 2 #anyway yeah im very asleep as this is being posted bc i scheduled it for the minute discord says that message was originally sent #so like. 5:54am. and i dont have to get up at that time tomorrow so im... just not lmao #god. ive been brainrotting about an exile timeline for Destiny for two years...#i am actually ill i think. NOT sane behavior #but hey! i wouldve never gotten back into writing after not touching it since like. early middle school or smth (?? honestly dont remember)#if not for this AU. beloved #im not sure words can describe how important this thing is to me. aaaaaaaaaaaaa #eepy and getting sappy now. time to shut up!!!#anyway yeah Shin knew (or. thought he knew. its *Shin*) Drifter would get attached. the old snake fell for #the oldest trick in the book (forced exposure -> eventually friendly)#(Shin did not consider that thats not really how that works but thats okay)#i feel i should clarify. bc there isnt really much of a way to tell-- Osiris talks to Drifter first. and THEN Shin talks to him.#we be havin canon lore problems now huh...

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thetimelordbatgirl · 2 months

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Generally envy the bitches on twitter right now trying to insist Mace Windu and Martha Jones and Finn won't victims of racist hatred in fandoms, because what fucking reality are they in and how can I get in.

#like mace windu still gets hate sometimes nowadays #aka being made out to be the overall villain just because of how he treated anakin and such #when im pretty sure its the fucking empire whose the overall villain here #and finn literally touched rey's hand and reylos got pissed and racist #one even wrote a batb au fic where finn is gaston and called racist terms #let alone the non-reylo fans who were racist about finn #seriously did these people miss the shit fits those racists had at a black character when finn was revealed or #and martha entered doctor who after rose and the writers had her crush on the doctor and...yeah you can tell where the racism came from #aka alot of racist shippers #and both finn's and martha's actors suffered actual haressment from these people as a result #again reylos showed how they felt about john boyega alot and yet denied it was racism #let alone again non-reylo fans #and martha's actress a few years ago came out revealing the racism she recieved #like how did any of the people denying it happened miss this #and if anyone curious why they even denying it its because someone listed them as characters who were hated in #a forced manner

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dekupalace · 2 months

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in completely other news. I put a Slay The Princess song on the family bonds sif playlist (bonus points if you can guess which one) and that was my first mistake. cause now I'm Thinking

#me standing in front of a crowd. i tap the mic. what if there was a stp isat au #the crowd boos and i sadly walk off stage (this idea has been made several times already) (i am unoriginal)#OKAY BUT LIKE LISTEN OKAY.....isa is the hero/the long quiet and sif is the princess/shifting mound kinda mdp style. if that makes sense #the change god could be the narrator...wanting to kill siffrin because he doesnt want to change. he wants everything to be the same #'in the basement of that cabin is a monster. youre here to slay them' and slaying him forces him to change #also. the voice of the smitten but its isa...like cmon it just works #and the THORN ROUTE...BUT ISAFRIN......LIKE CMON #fuck your bad touch event. get kiss from a thorned idiot #idk. im just thinking about aus that ill never write about again LMAO #busy.🐝

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echos-girlfriend · 1 year

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Just an Accident

Crosshair x reader

Master list

Request by - @crossheart

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Warning: General violence. harassment. Unwanted attention/touching. touching between Crosshair and reader is implied consensual. 18+ touching but not sex. Also someone gets murdered.

Mafia AU.. You accidentally run into a few of Crosshair’s henchmen who accuse you spying on them.. they take you the boss himself and you realize you might be in more trouble than you thought..

Also as far as I’m aware it’s gender neutral..

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You thought taking your usual shortcut through the alley behind your flat was a good idea tonight.. well you where wrong.

“Hey you!”

You stopped cold in your tracks.. two men were cruelly and violently mugging another man.. presumably gang violence you thought.

“Get over here!”

You stood there.. not listening to him.

“NOW!”

You gulped but this time you took steps towards them. You had no clue what they could do to you.. or who they worked for.

“You’ve seen the evidence which means we gotta take you in to the big boss.. see what he wants to do with you”

You were terrified. As they took your arms and walked you to a vehicle.. taking you to presumably their boss. You were thinking of all the things that could happen to you.. killed, beaten, enslaved.. forced to work or provide pleasure to people.. the ideas sickened you.

As you finally came face to face with the boss. You felt yourself shudder. He was tall and had long legs.. a toothpick in his mouth.

“So.. you saw us and another gang in the alley..”

You nodded

“Use your words..”

Yes. I saw them..”

He stood up and walked up to you, he motioned for the others in the room to leave. You gulped.. he stood right in front of you.

“I can’t you go unless I know for a fact you won’t spill your guts to the police.”

“I- I won’t! I promise not to say anything!!”

“Do you? You don’t sound very convincing..”

He was starting to scare you.. as he loomed over you. His hands grasping your shoulders in an attempt to intimidate you.. it worked.

“Please! I.. I was just trying to get home!”

He let go of your shoulders, but still stood over you. He threw the toothpick out of his mouth.

“Hmph. You’ll have to prove you’re telling the truth”

“H-how.. why?”

“You’ll do something for me.. you’ll get this place cleaned up. And then you can go”

You nodded.. you didn’t like this but you didn’t want to anger him.. as you got the cleaning supplies you cleaned room by room.. one of his henchmen staring at you.

Their boss watched you with careful eyes.. Almost as if he was watching out for you.

“Hey. You look awfully nice bent over the table like that”

He snickered. You rolled your eyes.. you were almost done cleaning and then you could leave..

“Don’t roll your eyes at me you bitch.”

He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him. His legs coming between yours and his Hand around your neck.

You shook your head.. feeling your breath quicken. He started to push your back down onto the table.

Just ask you felt his face come closer to yours.. you heard a bang and he flopped over to the floor. You looked over and saw the boss had shot him..

“Wh-why did you-“

“Did you like him touching you..”

“N-no”

He then walked up to you and replaced the henchman.. his legs inside yours. Completely ignorant of the dead person on the floor.

“What about me? Do you hate me touching you”

.. no.. you actually didn’t. He was hot. And it was obvious he didn’t want you to be harmed.

Your lack of response seemed enough for him as he gently walked it his fingers in your chin, tilting your head to kiss your lips.

“If you stay with me.. I could give you anything you want in the Galaxy.”

It was so very tempting.. you couldn’t say no to that.

“If I stay.. I want to know your name”

“Crosshair..”

“Crosshair”

He smirked as you repeated his name and ran his fingers across your body. His hand coming to run down your chest making you shiver.

“I think I’ll keep you..”

Your eyes widened and a heat ran down your body to your core.. you were going to like this..

“I think I’ll keep you..”

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Tag list - @padawancat97 @umbramoons @ilovestarwarsmen725 @starqueensthings @evron @roguethe0tter

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#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #clone force 99 #clone force 99 x reader #tbb Crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb Crosshair x you #crosshair #Crosshair x you #Crosshair x reader #18+ touching #angst #mafia AU

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