#( double agent au. )

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc AU: Damian decides that it’s time to go collect his brother from his assignment. Danny is starting to sniff out some non-ghostly bullshit for once.

Damian knew his twin had been exiled from the age of seven, banished to travel and observe how scientists around the world engaged with Lazarus water. The only word that Damian received that his spare was still alive were the letters of lab reports and findings that were sent back to base. As the Heir, he’s pushed to be better lest he himself be exiled or simply executed. Danny becomes a fleeting thought and then once Damian arrived in Gotham, a none existent thought.

They weren’t raised to be friends or even friendly. The were not taught codependency or allotted time to bond. The could have been perfect strangers if not for their appearance and the stories of Danny’s shortcomings becoming Damian’s praise.

It’s only once Tim informs him of an intercepted letter, one sent and saved from years prior, that Damian recalls Danny enough to care. Tim prompts him to share more, especially given the coup recently committed by Deathstroke (Slade) and Talia gone into hiding with her zealots.

At family dinner that night Damian supplies: “I suppose I should be the one to bereave my twin of his assignment. His reports will certainly go unread.”

Chaos in the Batfam ensues- meanwhile across the country- Danny sneezes and finishes writing his yearly report: “No major discoveries aside from public record patents (attached), No assistance required. -Spare”. He doesn’t know why he bothers, he hasn’t received any contact from his mother or grandfather since he was 10ish and certainly hasnt thought about his twin. But, if there’s a chance (even an itty bitty one) that his reports are being read and are holding off his reassignment, he’d rather keep assassins out of Amity Park.

Little does he know that this letter is about to be intercepted by Pru, former assassin and friend of Tim Drake. He hadn’t expected his twin to suddenly arrive and tell him that his job was done. And certainly, seeing a plane filled with an uncomfortable looking ‘family’ that requested he join them and get to know Gotham and his birth father, was not on his bingo list.

Danny does his best to let them down gently- and they seem to be accepting that he’s acclimated to this weird little town and will leave him be- when Danny suddenly has to transform into Phantom in front of them to handle a rocket sent by Skulker.

They are less willing to accept his appeal to be left alone after that… Damian is trying to “bond” with him and all the others are trying to “help” in their own way.

Sam and Tucker howl with laughter at Danny’s suddenly very large family- all while secretly working with the Wayne’s to get Danny the fuck away from the Fentons before the scientists do something they can’t undo.

[tossawary]

Thinking about why and how Shang Qinghua left Cang Qiong Sect as a traitor after Shen Qingqiu faked his death (by actually dying) and also why Yue Qingyuan took Shang Qinghua back afterwards... it would be kind of fun to do an AU where Yue Qingyuan actually sent Shang Qinghua to go spy on Luo Binghe.

Like, let's say that Yue Qingyuan figures out that Shang Qinghua had SOMETHING to do with Shen Qingqiu's actions after the Water Prison. By general behavior, maybe, and also because Shang Qinghua did send a coded letter to Shen Qingqiu just before his escape from the Water Prison. Yue Qingyuan doesn't have to have even seen the letter or its contents to know that something is up here if he finds out about that.

Yue Qingyuan also canonically missed Sha Hualing's invasion because he was away organizing the Immortal Alliance Conference, so it's not unreasonable for Yue Qingyuan to belatedly figure out that Shang Qinghua (who almost certainly helped organize the event) possibly had something to do with the invasion of the conference too. Maybe this is the point where a whole bunch of little details over decades of acquaintance click together to form the greater picture.

So, a grieving Yue Qingyuan has caught a traitor, which is terrible for the sect, but a traitor can still be very useful. He doesn't really want Shang Qinghua managing the sect and spying on them now, and Luo Binghe has stolen Shen Qingqiu's body and kidnapped Mu Qingfang (briefly) and is now regularly having fights with Liu Qingge about it, so maybe it'll be preferable to an execution if Cang Qiong has an inside man of sorts? Especially when Luo Binghe is possibly very obviously trying to resurrect Shen Qingqiu (it's something that Mu Qingfang could easily guess from his time there and report back to his sect leader), which Yue Qingyuan probably doesn't actually want to PREVENT even if he would also like Shen Qingqiu's bones back so that the man he loves can rest in peace. Shang Qinghua can be a double agent! Thrown out under the guise of being discovered!

Shang Qinghua: "Sure, sure, sure. But what if I just ran away, huh? What if I just didn't do that for you?"

Yue Qingyuan: "What if I told the new Huan Hua Palace Master, Luo Binghe, that you sent Shen Qingqiu a coded message directly before he escaped the Water Prison and died?"

Shang Qinghua: "...Fuck. What happened to your bleeding heart, Shixiong?"

Yue Qingyuan: "It's not bleeding for you. If any of Luo Binghe's resurrection rituals work, let me know, hm? And try to save Liu-Shidi's life whenever possible."

[even-a-hero-needs-some-hope]

Here’s the completed sketch for the Double Agent Mega AU I’ve been working on. This scene takes place about two and a half years into Curt’s depressive spiral, when Owen convinces (manipulates) Curt into joining Chimera and betraying the agency. I might colour this later and work on the lighting.

(cross-posted on discord)

[alasoi]

Frilled (reptile) Spy? idk what's up w the hands

"you're a spy. Act like it."

"I am. My own way."

"hello, friends!" is he being genuine or is he just acting? Or both? Hmm

[kagoutiss]

so ive been thinking about an AU loosely based on the whole ‘sheik was a double agent also working for ganondorf’ thing in the oot manga and. basically here is a bunch of stuff so tonally different that it gives u whiplash

[jayujus]

BANANA - CHAPTER 10

— 10 : playing double agent

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[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 18: Right Takes Bishop

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey is dragged from his cage, whinging and crying as he tries to force even a few screams and pleas from his throat.

"Nnnghhh! Nnnnahh! Ahh!"

"Shut up," the guard snaps at him.

Mikey is forcibly taken to the 'Interaction Room'. He doesn't like it in there, it's an evil room with evil creatures and evil machines. They always want to kill him. He's not sure what's waiting for him today.

Instinct starts to take over while Mikey is being dragged away, and he shrieks louder, growling and howling. The guard who is holding him is more than prepared for this, and pulls out his taser. He presses it against his neck.

BBBBBZZZZZZTTTT!!!

"AAAAAAGHHH!!!"

Instinct flails as the charges burn against his throat. Mikey cries like the weakling he is, but Instinct stays strong, biting against the guard's arms and digging his freshly-mutated talons into the evil human's flesh. The taser is shoved against his head, next. The voltage is turned up high.

BBBZZZZZZZZZTTTTT!!!

“Gah—!”

Mikey gasps in pain before he temporarily blacks out, his head falling limp against the guard's arms. He manages to stay semi-conscious as he's carried through the corridor. His head rolls as the guard moves down the hall and stops outside the Interaction Room.

"What is... What is THIS?!" a familiar voice shouts angrily.

"The freak bit me! I had to do SOMETHING!"

"We can't work with him in this state! How hard did you -- ugh, you IMBECILE!!"

Mikey moans at the shouting, his eyes flutter, his head buzzes and aches...

"Timothy, let me look at him..."

"What's the point, Honeycutt?! He's limp! Useless!"

Mikey vaguely feels someone touching his sore head, pushing it around and inspecting him. It's the first semblance to care and gentleness he's known in this place...

"Where did you... are those scorch marks on his HEAD?!" Professor Honeycutt yells.

"Look, I tried the neck, it barely did anything!" the guard shouts back. "What else was I supposed to do? I was struggling, it was too strong, I would have lost my grip on it and then you'd have to deal with--"

"You can't just tase someone's head, especially not HIS head!!" Dr. Timothy screams. "There could be permanent brain damage, reductions in cognitive function... let's hope you didn't destroy our one successful mutation..."

"I demand more protection! I'll quit unless I can get proper--"

"My good man, what makes you think you can 'quit'?" says a third voice.

Dr. Chaplin.

"You can either accept this job for what it is, or perhaps we can find a cage that will fit a person of your size..."

Mikey feels himself slipping through the guard's grip. He's scared of the threat. He should be.

"Just... take him into the room for now," Timothy groans. "When he's fully conscious we will begin the exercises."

Mikey feels motion, his body being maneuvered into the Interaction Room and then dropped gracelessly onto the floor.

He's not sure how long he stays on the floor for, but once the headache starts to stop, he forces himself up.

He groggily looks around. There's no animals... but there is something hanging from the ceiling. Black mechanical arms with turrets and sharp stabby things.

That's new... is it? He... he can't remember... his head is so dizzy... so much fog... so many aches...

The machine whirrs. The arms move. Mikey backs away slowly.

The arms grow, clicking and clacking as they move in disjointed directions. As they move, the center of the mechanical chandelier opens up and a turret gun drops down, locking in on Mikey.

That's... that's probably not good...

MOVE! Instinct yells. Mikey tries. He's too slow, too dizzy.

He trips over his legs and tumbles. The gun clicks and fires. Something hits Mikey in the arm. It stings, it hurts! Mikey yelps in pain. He's so tired of pain...

The gun clicks again.

LET ME TAKE CONTROL, Instinct demands. YOU'LL JUST GET US HURT. OR KILLED. USELESS, WEAK, PATHETIC.

WRETCHED LITTLE PEST, LET ME DO THIS.

Mikey relents and lets Instinct take over.

Instinct shoves Mikey deep down where he can sleep, while Instinct takes control and keeps them alive.

But ooh, Mikey wasn't exaggerating the injury.

It doesn't amount to anything. Instinct is strong. He can take it.

Instinct watches as the machine tracks his movements. The arms extend and reach for him.

Instinct jumps over them, dodging them carefully. The turret fires again. Mikey's injuries are hindering him, and he cannot dodge it in time. The pellet hits him in the chest. It leaves a welt and a bruise. The pain is sharp, but nothing he can't handle.

He leaps on top of one of the black metal arms and rips it out of the socket. Sparks and oil fly around the room. Instinct rams the arm into the other mechanical limbs, beating them senseless. One of the arms reaches behind him and grips him by the shell.

Instinct lets out a loud growl and swings his arms and tail around. The tail spikes slash against the arm, and the sparks burn and singe against his skin. He yowls, but grips the arm and pulls it hard. He manages to tear it away, the two of them falling to the floor.

Long panels along the walls of the door slide open. Things that resemble humans but have the smell of evil machinery march in. They all have glowing green eyes and blank expressions. They stare at Instinct.

Instinct growls, and prepares to charge...

His head swims, the room spins. He's exerted himself too much... he hasn't recovered...

The robots rush him.

Instinct has no time for recovery. He has to fight... or die.

Instinct ducks the first punch and grabs the metal man by the wrist, twisting it so that it snaps off. Oil gushes from the severed limb like blood. The robot doesn't even seem fazed. It swings the other arm around, and Instinct manages to duck low, the robot punching one of the other two in the face and sending it stumbling back, the head spinning.

Instinct gets an idea.

While simultaneously dodging the pellets, he positions himself just out of range of the mechanical arms, goading one of the metal men. It charges him, and Instinct dodges, jumping out of the way at the last second. The metal man is grabbed around the neck by the arm from the ceiling, and as it struggles, Instinct yanks down as hard as he can. The neck cracks loudly, the head dislocates, the body falls to the floor convulsing and spewing sparks and grease.

One down...

Instinct does the same with the second, leading it to one of the arms and letting it grab the robot by the shoulders and holding it high. Instinct grabs it by the leg and swings it up to the second arm, which takes hold of it. The two arms yank and rip the machine in half.

Two down...

The last robot gets wise and stays away from the center of the room. Instinct considers this. He jumps from one metal creature to the next and climbs atop the turret. He aims it at the robot's eyes...

The turret fires, again and again and again. After the fifth shot, the first glass eye breaks. He re-aims for the second eye. After five shots, it smashes as well. It cannot see, now.

Instinct wrenches the turret gun from the chandelier with some effort. He swings it over his shoulders, stands on his hind legs, and runs up to the final metal man.

"RRRRRAAAAAGHHH!!!"

Instinct rams the gun into the last robot, shattering the torso into pieces. It falls with a clatter onto the floor.

Three down. Game over.

Instinct heaves, gasping for air. He lets the gun fall to the floor as the room starts to spin. Instinct sways, the adrenaline leaving him. He's done. Mikey can take over now.

The moment Instinct lets go, the body crumbles to the floor. Mikey blinks lazily. It's always disorienting when this happens, but whatever Instinct did this time has left him utterly spent...

Mikey has no energy to stand. He tries to push himself off the floor, but his arms are shaking too much. He can't...

The door behind him opens, and guards walk in with a few scientists.

"Well done, well done. Better than I expected, considering the injuries..."

One of the guards pokes Mikey with his foot, making sure he won't bite him like the last one. Mikey feels hands tucking under his armpits and lifting him up from the ground.

"Honeycutt, you'll have to make more of those training mechas for tomorrow. For now, take 'Mikey' back to the examination room for Timothy and Abigail to inspect his cranium."

Mikey falls asleep as the guards carry him away...

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John Bishop is so sick of sitting in his car and sipping coffee on a stakeout.

This is the tenth cup he's had today.

He officially hates coffee.

Why is he even here? This isn't what he signed up for.

Sure, he knew that joining a secret government-sanctioned organisation that thrived on working in the shadows meant that there would be days like this, but that's not even what he's upset over.

And he knew that transferring to a shady lab with a corporate facade would have its drawbacks too, but he expected that and he's not upset over that choice either.

At least, he's not entirely.

Bishop joined the EPF for one reason only.

Earth PROTECTION Force.

He just wants to help bring about the peace that they had three years prior. Before crazy became the norm, before green bugs turned you into giant animals with semi-homicidal tendencies, before baseball stadiums were torn asunder by 'magic' suits of armour, before the sky ripped open and aliens descended.

Bishop wants his home safe.

And what he's been involved in? It doesn't seem like they share that interest. They aren't focused on the same goal...

He's not sure WHAT their goal is.

Mutating animals into monsters? That seems like the opposite of safe, of protection. But the TCRI work for the EPF, and their experiments have been signed off by higher-ups, so there must be some correlation.

The EPF sections say that they're trying to understand the aliens... the 'krang'. The TCRI sections say that they're reverse-engineering the infection so that they can eradicate it forever.

But John Bishop isn't so sure...

There's movement in the alley across from him. He sets his coffee down and watches as a sewer grate is removed, and a head pops out--

No freaking way.

Bishop grabs his walkie talkie.

"This is Agent Bishop, in sector 5574. I've sighted the escaped experiment..."

Bishop watches as 'Mikey' crawls out of the sewer, looks around cautiously, then jumps a fence and runs.

"Subject is on the move. I am in pursuit..."

Bishop starts his car and drives, having a drone lock on to 'Mikey' and tail him. Bishop follows from the car, the GPS rerouting him to go where the escaped experiment does.

Eventually, Mikey stops, the drone notifies Bishop, and he pulls the car around to his location... the pier?

Why here?

Bishop climbs out of his car and sees a crowd of people running from the pier, shouting something about two madmen attacking the sports section, while others are cheering over some 'ninja turtles' and 'New York's Heroes'.

Bishop slinks past the crowds and makes his way towards the commotion. He watches as a group of teens fight against two mutated men...

It can't be... more mutants like the escaped experiment?? Like Mikey??

Is that where he came from... was he mutated by those weird glowing bugs from a few years ago?

The battle ends fairly quickly. Bishop feels a warm sensation in his chest. These kids protected the crowds, and defeated the mutants without harming them too much...

Huh. They're practically doing his job, and not half-bad, neither. Bishop wonders...

One of the ninja turtles (he sees why they're called that now) stops and peers at a group of shadows by a wall. He suddenly yells loudly.

"MIKEY?!"

He figured he knew Mikey, if he was mutated like him once... in fact, it seems like this whole group might be a... family...

That realization hits him hard. Mikey had -- HAS a family. A family he was torn from. Because of the EPF...

Mikey sheepishly reveals himself to the others. Bishop gets closer. He can hear something, a gravelly, scraping sound, a croaking noise, almost like...

"...Mikey no like alone. Mikey want brothers."

Oh. My. God.

He... he talks... he's talking!

When did he...?! How did he...?! Bishop wasn't sure Mikey could speak at all, he never did in the labs -- Well, of course he wouldn't, but...

He watches with curiosity. He understands why they haven't found him before now. He was being hidden. He didn't break out, he was extracted. These mutants stole him back from the labs...

"Mikey... I just want you to be safe. I can't lose you again."

Okay. That one hurt him.

Bishop swallows the lump in his throat. He tails the teens as they make a swift exit from the scene. He goes back the way he came and follows the tracker...

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Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

This week has been rough... the way they treat the experiments doesn't sit well with him. Especially that new one... it almost looks like a kid. At least, it used to, from what he's seen and heard. He didn't arrive until after they mutated him.

These mutations...

What on God's earth could have made these TCRI eggheads think that it was a good idea to create these kinds of unholy deformations? It's psychotic and horrific. He's not sure where they got the legal wherewithal to be allowed to go ahead with these...

As Bishop walks down the halls, he passes by another guard. He's holding his arm tightly, a cold sweat broken across his forehead.

"...Oh god, oh god..."

The guard sees Bishop walking up to him and stops him quickly.

"H-hey man, does th-this look infected to you?"

Bishop stares down at the gashes, claw marks, and deep bite in the man's flesh. It is red and swollen and irritated.

"Eeugh... um, no, it doesn't. Which one gave you that?"

"Who do you think? That stupid turtle mute! Ugh, I hope I don't need to amputate..."

"You definitely need to disinfect it, but otherwise..." Bishop shrugs. "I don't know what to tell you man, I'm no doctor."

Bishop stares at the wounds. They could have been deeper. That kid has a lot more power packed into him. He could have killed this guy if he wanted to.

"I should have zapped that kid into a vegetable," the guard mutters as he limps away from Bishop. "Stupid mutie... hope he never gets back up again..."

Bishop makes a disgusted expression at the guard as he walks away. Why is it that everyone in this lysol-scented complex is either a bully or a mad scientist?

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

He floats through the halls, his thoughts elsewhere. The animals that screech and cry in these cages all night long... the rooms full of weapons that they call 'training dummies'... the operating rooms drenched in alien slime and mutant blood... the boy in a cage who cries himself to sleep every. Single. Night.

'Mikey'. That's what they call him. Odd that they gave him a name... the rest are given numbers.

The animal cruelty in this place is exorbitant. They treat the creatures here as though they were a frivolity, throwing them away almost as quickly as they bring them in. Each rat, rabbit, hound, beaver, badger, weasel, fox, duck, and bear (among others) they capture is mutated with no logic or plan behind what they merge into the DNA.

It's not a question of 'why' here, it's a question of 'why not?'

They have made that abundantly clear.

Speaking of which, Bishop has been patrolling these halls for quite some time. He comes up to the Interaction Room and the viewing room just outside of it. Bishop steps inside the viewing room, watching the many screens that are taping Mikey's latest 'interaction'.

"Are those Honeycutt's new toys?" he asks.

"Yes they are," Dr. Chaplin says with a smile. "and Mikey here has been having some fun with them... It's a good thing the Professor finally came through for us, he seemed rather uncooperative with this new experiment's mutations. But in the end, he decided to be a team player. Good thing, too. I was afraid we'd have to terminate him."

Prof. Honeycutt swallows nervously from the back of the room. Dr. Chaplin smiles.

"So to speak."

Bishop watches with distaste as the mutated kid destroys the robots one by one. So many resources being wasted... and wasn't that kid fried not 30 minutes ago by that guard? What is he doing fighting machines??

Mikey somehow manages to dispatch the final bot, while also obliterating the turret gun. Bishop's mind automatically calculates just how much that's gonna cost...

Until his thoughts switch from finances to something much more serious when he sees Mikey's knees buckle beneath him, and he faceplants onto the floor.

"Is he okay?!" he asks, quickly going to the keypad by the Interaction Room door and pressing his badge against it.

The door slides open, and Bishop with the rest of the audience enter the room. Mikey is laying in the floor, trying to pick himself up. He's shaking, panting, struggling.

"Well done, well done. Better than I expected, considering the injuries... I'll have to inform Honeycutt to make more of those training mechas for tomorrow. For now, take 'Mikey' back to the examination room for Timothy and Abigail to inspect his cranium."

"I'll meet you down there in just a moment," Timothy says. "I just need to get the name of the guard who handled the mutant prior..."

"Got it," Bishop says, already having picked the boy up in his arms.

"I'll go with you," one of the other guards says, as the two exit into the hall.

Bishop looks down at the child. Was he human before? He looks... surprisingly human, so it isn't that big of a stretch. The eggheads haven't revealed much info about him or his origins. Mikey murmurs weakly, his head rolling from side to side as Bishop walks. He pats the kid's shoulders, hoping that helps. He doesn't know if he can feel it. He maneuvers him so his head can rest more comfortably, rather than dangle over Bishop's arm. Mikey inhales deeply, and half-consciously nuzzles his face into Bishop.

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

"Almost looks kinda cute when it's asleep, huh?" the other guard asks, pressing a button on the elevator door.

"He," Bishop quietly corrects.

The doors slide shut.

"So, how long you been here?" the guard questions, trying to make conversation.

"Not long," Bishop sighs. "I joined the EPF just last year, right after it was established. But I was only assigned to this sector after the invasion. A few days ago, I get a call that they need my help with some lab junkies and alien-infected. So I came. I had no idea that THIS --" he lifts Mikey up just a bit "-- was what they meant."

"Bureaucrats, amiright?" the guard jokes. "Gave me the same balony. Save the world, keep the Earth safe from enemy forces, and what are we doing? Babysitting nerds and getting bitten by butt-ugly beasties..."

"But we ARE making a difference," Bishop argues. "We ARE saving the world. Helping folks where we can, disinfecting the alien diseased, and --"

"Is that why you're here? You think you're being a hero??" the guard laughs.

"...That's why I joined."

"Well, look around bucko, who are you saving?"

The guard looks down at the mutant in Bishop's arms.

"Him? Sure, more like we need to be SAVED FROM him."

"He's only a kid..."

"He's a mutie," the guard grumbles. "And the sooner we cure the world of them, the better..."

"Then why make more?" Bishop argues. "What's the point of making mutants if we just want to eradicate them?"

"From what I've seen and heard, this thing eradicates them just fine on its own..."

The doors open with a ding, and the two walk out in silence.

They deliver Mikey to the Operation Room, where Abigail Finn is looking over DNA sequences on a computer screen.

"Delivery!" the other guard says, gesturing to Bishop.

"What happened to him this time?" she asks plainly.

This time?? What does she mean, 'this time'??

"I dunno, some trigger-happy idiot with a taser," the guard gripes. "The thing made it through the robots okay. Chaplin wants a once-over on the brain, though. And Dr. Timothy will be here shortly."

"Just drop him off there, and I'll get to work," she responds boredly, pointing to a table behind her.

Bishop sets Mikey down on the operating table. Mikey moans and subconsciously reaches for him. Bishop freezes, watching him. Mikey's hand slips, his grip loosening, and it falls from Bishop's sleeve.

He's just a kid. He's just a scared little kid. He isn't a monster, is he? He might look the part, but...

"That is all, gentlemen, you may go now," Abigail Finn says, ushering the two guards away.

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job...

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The tracker leads him to a junkyard.

Why here?

He stays in the car and takes a sip of his awful beverage as he accesses the camera feed from the drone following Mikey's every move.

He spits out his disgusting coffee when he sees the army of pink zombies chasing them into a hovel.

"HOLY -- I gotta call someone --!"

Bishop freezes when the feed of Mikey's stand against them comes on the screen. He watches with curiosity, hoping all goes well. Miraculously, it does. Mikey is the victorious alpha, and the others emerge slowly (apart from one extra person that Bishop currently could care less about) and examine the scene. One in blue takes out his weapons and creates a portal that he sends Mikey and the two humans through. A moment later, the humans return with a box of familiar-looking blue liquid.

Bishop had been sent the formula for a strange new herbicide from an anonymous source... he still hasn't been able to trace that email. Now he figures, maybe he doesn't need to...

The purple ninja creates a large glowing weapon that fills up with the liquid. In one fell swoop, he douses about 90% with the formula. The remaining 10% of the zombies on the outskirts run away, but don't last very long before the ninja sprays in an arc, soaking the last of them with the herbicide. The creatures hiss and howl before the pink infection is burned off of them. All that's left is a crowd of confused citizens as the vigilantes make a hasty getaway through the portal, which closes behind them.

Bishop lost Mikey.

His phone rings. He takes a moment to collect himself before answering.

"Hello?"

"I understand you find our prime subject?"

Chaplin.

"Yes, sir. He's in the sewers, just as you suspected."

"Excellent. But you say 'is', not 'was'. Am I to assume you let him get away?"

"...Yes, sir. I couldn't get close enough."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How disappointing. But no matter. We'll have Ms. Campbell send in some mini drones to inspect the sewer systems for wherever he's hiding. Anything else?"

Bishop pauses, contemplating what the existence of three more 'Mikeys' in the sewers could mean for these scientists... he considers what they may do to them...

"...No."

"Alright then. Keep me updated."

The line cuts. Bishop grips his phone tightly and sighs.

Is this really what he should be doing?

Is he protecting the people who need him?

Who's protecting Mikey and his family from these deranged eggheads??

Bishop takes his phone out again and dials a number. It rings once, twice...

"...This is Professor Zayton Honeycutt speaking."

"Hey, doc, this is Agent John Bishop."

"Oh, yes. How may I help you?"

Bishop takes a deep breath. What is he doing? This is going to get him fired, or worse...

"I understand that you had some reservations about the mutations going on... and that you seemed rather sympathetic to the experiment known as 'Mikey'?"

"...Well, er, who wants to know?"

"I've just found out where he is now..." Bishop says, his voice low.

Why is he doing this?

Because he's a part of the EARTH Protection Force, that's why. And everyone deserves to have peace. It's about time he started doing his job.

"...And I was wondering if you could help me out with something..."

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[askthedoubleagent]

Accidentally yeeted the ask, my bad g… fixed it though… Kinda of… it works that’s all that matters :D ~ Eldritch Mod

Mako Bonito Belongs to @mouwuma

[deusvervewrites]

Double agent Shigaraki: so I don’t think anyone has suggested this before, but… the LoV remnants accidentally an Eri really early on, so “keep Eri safe” is added to the goals-while-we-don’t-have-a-goal pile; Meanwhile Shigaraki is VERY AWARE that kurogiri is basically incapable of being his old human self and would like a chance to fix that somehow, but garaki is too dangerous to approach without a plan since he has All The Nomu under his command; that’s all base to this au right?

So the thing is, the league doesn’t really have any tools to handle Eri if she looses control of her quirk (unlike UA), so… Eri being small and traumatized means she has a li’l breakdown and starts training everything she touches and kurogiri has a “must protect tomura” moment while Shigaraki is trying to comfort her so she can take control again. Long story short, hi oboro, howya doin—

All of that is in fact the case in this AU so this is very possible

[hoofpeet]

What if. Ditto like gum. Get stuck in Zoroark GF hair.

What a curse to date a girl made out of purple slime 😔

[caustinen]

i saw this video and the brainrot overcame me and i wrote 2.4k words of secret agent!bucky and bond girl!gale except that actually he’s the son of a mob boss that works as a double agent

tags: smut / feelings / angst / injuries / tending of injuries

enjoy?

hold me like a knife (ao3)

It takes only three simple words, and the pain in Bucky’s wounds seem to vanish at once as he fighst a grin — his first smile for days.

”You look horrible.”

Gale speaks in his matter-of-fact and yet oddly tender tone as always, as if he was just observing facts that had no real implications for him; it’s the very same tone that caught Bucky’s interest in the first place before he ever even saw his face.

He loses the fight with the grin, though it’s quickly overcome with a grimace as he leans to the doorframe and accidentally touches on a fresh bruise. ”I missed you too, doll,” he manages to sound nonchalant, at least to his own ears, but the slight tightening of Gale’s expressions reveals he has been caught. A gentle but determined hand reaches for the collar of his jacket and pulls him into the hotel room, Bucky making sure to kick the door closed behind himself. The lock clicks just as soft fingers run down the less bruised side of his face before he’s guided down so the shorter man can press a careful kiss to his lips. His own hands land on his shoulders, running up and down his biceps and squeezing lightly. He’s like a child who has gotten his favorite plushie back after a vaction, he supposes, as he seeks the comfort of touch with the despair of a starving man.

The kiss starts light, careful, Gale clearly trying to determin how much Bucky is hurting — the lower lip is slightly swollen from where it split to a knife — but as Bucky presses himself closer and tries his luck with a tentative lick between his lips, Gale sighs before opening up to him. Bucky only realizes how tense he has been when his shoulders drop and he relaxes into Bucky’s embrace. The hitched breathes and sighs and wet sounds of their lips meeting fill the silence between them, and Bucky can feel life bleed back into him with each little silent ngh that Gale probably doesn’t even realize he’s making.

The slowness molded by the simple pleasure of the other’s body heat close starts to vanish into real passion, the touch of their mouths getting more demanding, but unfortunately a nib of Gale’s teeth on his tender lip makes him hiss in pain, immediately pulling Gale farther away. Bucky doesn’t let him go far, hands now secured around the small of his back, and Gale doesn’t fight him either. He’s blushed by their effort and his lips are slightly swollen now too as his eyes travel over Bucky’s face once more, no doubt noting each of his visble wounds and calculating how many he’s hiding underneath his suit. His eyes stop on the three hazardly done stitches on his left eyebrow, and Bucky knows he doesn’t need to tell him he’s put them there himself, just now on the plane.

He might tell him later, when they’re cooling down under a single blanket and Gale’s playing with his hair or fingers and he doesn’t have to look him in the face as he talks because he knows Gale will be latching on to each word, not missing a single unvoiced moment of pain and fear from his story that he’s not ready to admit even to himself.

Gale hums. He looks like he’s deep in thought, but Bucky can tell he’s still more alert than most people are when they really put their mind to it, just by the virtue of his upbringing. The thought physcally aches somewhere deep in his insides and Bucky realizes more than ever what a bad idea it was to come here like this, he’s clearly too in his feelings to be acting rationally, too raw from the gruelling assignment and worrying about Gale. His arms around the smaller man tighten without his permission but Gale doesn’t comment on it, still carefully mapping out his face with his gaze and fingertips.

”You should be at a hospital,” he finally says, whispers, really, the worry and relief he’s still at one piece battling each other over every syllable. Bucky swallows the lump from his throat and forces a grin. They don’t have long, they never do, and he’ll be damned if he made it all the way back just to crumble at his feet.

(Gale would let him, and pick him back up and put together no matter how many pieces he’d be in, and that’s why he won’t.)

”Nah,” Bucky says, satisfied with how truly carefree he does sound that time, ”I had to come see my baby first.” The endearement works wonders like always. Gale let’s out a silent breath and his eyes soften despite shaking his head slightly before reaching for another kiss. It’s softer, again, taking them back to the start, and that’s fine with Bucky, he’s too tired and tender for all these emotions right now. ”Well, you’re not gonna bleed all over my sheets,” Gale tells him as he pulls back again, ”c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Bucky lets his mind fade into a pleasant hum in the background as Gale unburdens him from his suit layers, biting his lip unhappily as he uncovers the bruising and cuts all over his torso but not saying anything. Bucky’s merely an observer as he’s pushed into the shower, the water pleasant rythm on his tired body. He leans to the cold wall and closes his eyes, unsure how long he just stays there taking it in before the door opens and closes with silent clicks and a smaller body presses against him. He keeps his eyes closed when Gale washes his hair, humming in content, following the gentle guidance of sure hands he trusts with the essances of his soul. He opens his eyes when Gale’s hands make a long stop on his cheeks again after rinsing the shampoo of. He finds his doll eyes looking at him, thoughtful and scared and thankful and suddenly Bucky feels chocked up again so he takes his face between his hands and presses his lips to the blonde’s forehead and tastes the clean water there.

After quickly washing his own hair under Bucky’s interested eyes Gale drags them out. For himself he pulls on a bathrobe before taking using one of the towels for Bucky’s curls and then the other for delicately tracing down his torso between all the marks of violence. Bucky stays silent even when he starts to disinfect the cuts, giving away his exhauston completely, but the silence is soft like a protective cushion between them and the world.

Once he’s happy Gale takes him by the hand and pulls him after himself. Bucky’s back hits the mattress and he suddenly feels all the tiredness at once at the soft embrace of the clean sheets, and then immediately after wide awake again as Gale’s thighs settle on both sides of his lap, hands automatically coming to rest lazily on his hips as Gale leans over him on all fours to press airy pecks all over his abused face — his temples, cheekbones, eyelides, side of his nose, the sharpest edge of his jawline — as if trying to force a protective spell, or a blessing, upon his skin.

”Sweetheart,” Bucky murmurs dreamily as the other keeps going down from his face, pressing his face into his neck and collarbones and inhaling him like an addict looking for his fix. Gale hums in answer absentmindedly and kisses his way further down. He kisses each of the bruises softly, nibbing at the parts of his skin that are not injured, letting the skin go up and down with his teeth, never biting hard enough to actually hurt but leaving his little signatures everywhere on his abs, navel, hip-joints.

Bucky’s hands have found reign in his hair at some point, long fingers twisted in wet strands and pulling just a little when Gale breathes against the base of cock, pressing his lips there and giving the sensitive skin between his dick and balls like it was something sacred. Bucky hisses in want as Gale guides both of his knees over Gale’s shoulders when he gives more admiring kisses to his manhood, asking to be pressed down to the bed with Bucky, to be let to be lost in their pleasure for just a moment.

Gale goes down on him like he wants to regain him, almost like he wants to hurt him too to replace memories of everyone else hurting him. Bucky groans as his throat clicks when he gags on him, and then moans immediately after, doing it again and again. It’s lewd and dirty and perfect. John can do nothing else but take it and whisper soft praise, ”So good for me darling”, ”Just like that”.

Gale pulls back to breathe properly, and Bucky drags him sitting up by his hair, making Gale whine with a wide smile on his face. ”Show-off,” Bucky accuses him quietly, with a fond little smile, their dicks rubbing together as Gale sits on his lap again. The blondie laughs into the kiss as Bucky turns them around, backing Gale up until the top of his hair is touching the metal frame of the bed.

They stare at each other there for a moment, Bucky taking his time now to look at him, pressing the image to his mind for moments when the warmth of the younger is just a distant memory. Gale bites his lip again, but this time with a happy grin, as Bucky bullies his thighs apart with his own and then presses down on him until his calves are trapped between them. ”Are you sure?” Bucky scoffs, shaking his head. ”Sweetheart. The day when I respond to that ’you know what, I’m good actually’ I want you to end my life with a tool of your choice.” Gale makes a disapproving clicking sound with his tongue but reaches to play with Bucky’s curls again with his left hand, softness in his eyes that makes him look younger. Pain swirls through John at the sight. ”I’m really okay just having you close-” Bucky shuts him up by licking at his lips. ”Shh. Let me, baby.” Gale falls silent, looking up at him with stars in his eyes, and it scares Bucky he knows how much he trusts him. ”Please, let me,” he whispers against his lips again. Gale nods.

John takes one hand to each of his own and presses them gently to the headboard. A soflty whispered ”stay” and then ”good boy” as Gale wraps his slender fingers around the metal there makes the blonde’s breath hitch. John keeps his hands there for a bit before running them down his arms, lips locked in a passionate kiss, the little noises Gale makes into it driving him wild. His own cock is aching and Gale’s drying saliva is cooling and making him extra sensitive, but he still takes his time prepping Gale carefully, taking care of him like he took care of him earlier in the bathroom.

He pulls his three fingers out when Gale’s sounds get loud and keening despite his best efforts of muffling them — there’s no need to be quiet here, but old habits die hard. He lubes himself up and sits up straighter on his knees between Gale’s legs. Gale is breathing hard, chest heaving between them, his hands still around the metal. John leans down to kiss him to not tell him how much he loves him and then pushes into him as Gale’s moans fill his lungs.

He can’t keep kissing him for long, the sudden need to take him hard overwhelming and immediate. There’s spit connecting their heart-shaped lips as Bucky presses his hands on the mattress on both sides of Gale’s head and puts his back into it, his pain, his frustration, and Gale throws his head to the side and smiles, and Bucky’s heart aches again so he fucks him harder, drinking in the happy sighs with his eyes and ears alike.

He notices that Gale’s arms are shaking with the effort of keeping them against the frame so he slows down for a moment, reaching for his hands again and carefully pulling them towards the core of them, waiting for Gale to have them wrapped around his neck before he drives into him slower but deeper. Gale’s gasping for breath with each thrust, his eyes closed and face focused on pleasure, and Bucky would like nothing more than to drag this out until the morning but he knows he needs to rest, and he’d rather fall asleep with Gale wrapped around him than see him leave at dawn to return for the shadows assigned to him.

Gale opens his eyes and they stare at each other, Bucky momentarily posessed by the hazy blue that looks up at him in melancholy, in need, in hope, in love. Bucky is immediately resigned, he wants to tear up his chest and stop feeling or stop the time and stay like this forever. He will give Gale anything he needs, anytime he can.

”In me,” Gale pleads him, and Bucky presses his lips to his forcefully now, overcome by the image of Gale pulling on his clothes and going back to his betrothed with Bucky still dripping from him. He whines aloud at the thought and gives it to him harder, better, louder, and Gale murmurs praise and gratitude into his open mouth before throwing his head back and coming between them. Bucky follows him there and then the room is silent again, both of them breathing hard, the sweat cooling between them. Gale has hidden his face to Bucky’s hair, away from the world, his arms hugging tightly around his neck, wanting to morph into this moment and only breathe the cheap hotel shampoo for the rest of his days. Bucky mouths at his neck, yearning to mark the pure skin that’s not his to claim, at least if he cares about keeping his Gale alive.

Bucky turns them carefully to their sides, slipping away from him. Gale feels suddenly cold and pushes himself closer so he can stay away from the room and the world beyond it for a moment more. Bucky makes a soothing cooing sound for he can’t say to him anything to make it better, and hugs him thight when he feels the first sob force it’s way out of his lover. He’ll hold him close for as long as he can, caress the perfect valleys of his back, and pray they both live to have this fleeting moment again.

[some-swan]

I am so normal about the CQ trio

All 3 belong to @loverofpiggies

[tossawary]

I'm enjoying this "Yue Qingyuan sent Shang Qinghua to go spy on Luo Binghe after Shen Qingqiu's death" AU, because I love it when background characters have their own goals and business, are fighting with each other, and are doing wild shit on purpose. Even if you're doing an AU (as per canon to our knowledge) where Shang Qinghua is not a double agent - and is just fleeing to the Demon Realm because he was found out as a traitor and/or decided that it was time to dip because the protagonist and Cang Qiong Mountain Sect are now in semi-open conflict - the question remains for exploration:

Why did Yue Qingyuan not go to Huan Hua Palace and try to kick Luo Binghe's ass to get Shen Qingqiu's body back?

It's suggested at several points that Tianlang-Jun at the height of his power was stronger than Luo Binghe, and Yue Qingyuan was part of the team that helped to seal Tianlang-Jun. Shen Yuan suggests that the original Luo Binghe had to bait Yue Qingyuan into a death trap of ten thousand arrows because Bing-ge (even with the Xin Mo Sword at this point) didn't want to face Yue Qingyuan head-on. (I think Bing-ge sent SQQ's legs to YQY or something.) Yue Qingyuan is willing to draw Xuan Su for SQQ and Liu Qingge is willing to help (although LQG might be mad that YQY let SQQ go to the Water Prison at all). YQY versus LBH is not a totally unbalanced fight.

It's possible that Yue Qingyuan didn't go fight because he kind of shut down due to grief. Shen Qingqiu has changed in recent years and died in a very sudden, very shocking, very confusing way. YQY also has a sect to look after and maybe he can't fully justify going out and escalating the conflict over a dead body (as opposed to a live hostage), and possibly get himself killed, when he's maybe hoping that Cang Qiong and Huan Hua can settle this without further death. The other peak lords all must have opinions on this and are probably pulling him in all sorts of directions. By Liu Qingge's account, Yue Qingyuan probably knows that Shen Qingqiu intentionally died for Luo Binghe and he knows that SQQ loved his disciple, so maybe he wants to respect SQQ's sacrifice and affection by not trying to kill Luo Binghe. When Luo Binghe invades Cang Qiong for SQQ's body (and Shen Yuan), Yue Qingyuan has to dangerously abort cultivation in the Ling Xi Caves to come face him, so it's possible that YQY had decided 5 years in that peaceful resolution was impossible and was gearing up to fight Luo Binghe, only to be a victim of bad timing (Liu Qingge's unexpected success in body retrieval).

It could be a combination of these reasonings! People do things for lots of different reasons and this is an emotionally charged situation which puts Yue Qingyuan in a complicated political position.

So, yeah, it could also be that Mu Qingfang came back from his kidnapping saying, "Luo Binghe was repairing Shen Qingqiu's body, trying to summon his soul, and was researching resurrection techniques when I was there," and Yue Qingyuan decided to just... sit back and see where that went. If Liu Qingge (who is probably NOT happy that YQY isn't throwing down already) succeeds in retrieving the body, fine, that's good enough, but if Luo Binghe succeeds in bringing Shen Qingqiu back...? Well, that's also good, isn't it? Yue Qingyuan can outsource the "go mad with grief and engage in crimes against the natural order" to someone else here.

I mean, I really don't think that Yue Qingyuan was actively PLANNING for Luo Binghe to resurrect Shen Qingqiu. That seems a little too wicked and scheming to be his main motivation here. But I do think he might have been... vaguely aware of this potential consequence of his inaction, this possible side effect of his paralyzing grief causing him to be hands-off about the situation and/or his cautious approach to peace negotiations, and I really don't think that he minds that Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang succeeded in bringing Shen Qingqiu back. (I do think he kind of wishes that the Shen Jiu who remembers him had come back instead, though.)

[even-a-hero-needs-some-hope]

The first time I watched Spies Are Forever, I was certain that the big plot twist would be that Agent Curt Mega was a double agent working for the enemy. I thought that he might have turned traitor during his four year grieving period because he blamed the agency for Owen's death (and himself for being nothing more than "property of the United States government"). And it made sense. Every time Agent Mega destroyed a piece of technology vital to the agency's success, or some key scientific discovery, or spectacularly failed to complete a mission, I became more certain that he was faking it all. Obviously, that didn't happen.

Wouldn't that be an interesting AU, though? What if, during those four years, Owen appeared and convinced Agent Mega to turn traitor? What if all those little injustices and cruelties and dehumanising words added up, until Owen came along at Curt's lowest point and offered him the chance to be a person again, to be free, to be with Owen? What if Curt was a spy for Chimera? What then?

[fundraising-with-audiobooks]

This is @dyspunktional-leviathan, and this is a new project for helping to fundraise for Gaza, Sudan, Congo, Tigray, possibly more in future. Send me proof of your donations, and I will make audiobooks.

If anyone wants to join the project, you're incredibly welcome! Please message this blog for that.

My current plan is $30 per chapter, but I am not familiar with that currency and this is my first time making audiobooks too, so that might change.

Example recording — Canticle of the Dragon, the first prologue of Dragons of Autumn Twilight (CW for mentions of war, mass death and displacement, gods turning against their subjects):

The further recordings will be posted on AO3, with links on this blog. This chapter on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58599967/chapters/149305654

For every $30 of donations for vetted Gaza evacuation fundraisers (get them here: @vetted-gaza-funds), I will record a chapter of Dragonlance, starting with Dragons of Autumn Twilight and going in release order.

For every $30 of donations for Crips4Esims4Gaza (https://chuffed.org/project/crips-for-esims-for-gaza), I will record a chapter of The Locked Tomb, starting with Gideon the Ninth.

For every $30 of donations for the Mutual Aim campaign (https://www.tumblr.com/ana-bananya/753577456030679040/here-is-an-update-on-the-mutual-aim-campaign-for) that fundraises for the charities helping Sudan, Congo and Tigray, I will record a chapter of Fialleril's Double Agent Vader (https://archiveofourown.org/series/286908).

If/when I'm done with one of these, I will choose a new thing to audiobook for each branch of the project.

@ficsforgaza could I get a promo?

[kagoutiss]

undercover sheik au again, in which i think its also very funny if sheik realizes impa and ganondorf have confoundingly similar personalities