#anyone who wants to fuck assassin predator… you are so brave

[eclipseshotel]

Assassin Predator could shoot cum at you and it would be like getting blasted by an AK-47

[miss-choco-chips]

Janet Drake...

...and the time her son went to a Gala for her. But because it’s Gotham, of course all went to shit.

Or, Tim always begged for a little brother. Then he got Damian, and now he’s sorry he even asked.

(Shoutout to my girl @the-quiet-carrotcake who asked for Tim at an event trying to defuse a situation. Ye ask and I shall deliver)

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All things concerned, the night wasn’t going so bad. Granted, he was taking cover behind a turned table to avoid getting shot, desperately clutching Damian’s hand because the kid seemed ready to jump over it and take a swing at the enemy, but… well. He could think of worse scenarios.

For one, Batman could be in town. Sure, it’d be better, in this circumstances, to have the Dark Knight crashing through the crystal roof to put and end to -a quick glance over the table- Two Face’s scheme of the night, but hey, bright side, he didn’t need to worry about Damian and his father meeting yet.

Also, Dick and Jason could be here, caught in the crossfire with all the other party attendants. As it was, Tim was fairly sure they’d be showing up soon, in a completely different suit, and since the whole ball room was now decorated with bullet holes, the party would have to be cut short. Score.  

Also, mom would freak out once she heard Tim had been caught in the middle of a shooting on the one party she asked him to go to in her place, and thus would never ask him to endure this torture again. 

On the flip side… Damian was no longer holding his hand. 

He jumped over the table without a second thought, cursing the kid under his breath, totally exposed to projectiles but desperately needing to make eye contact with the brat, even if just to murder him with his glare before dying.

As expected, Damian was sneakily making his way closer to Two Face’s goons, who were speaking about some new law the mayor was planning to make, and how half the attendants were possible votants on it passing or not… or some bullshit like that. Tim couldn't focus on them now, okay, he had a very dangerous, very stupid pre teen to capture and drag back to safety, assassin trained or not.

Of course, that was the moment another Rouge choose to make her appearance. What the hell was Poison Ivy doing here? 

A little to his left, he watched a businessman, Mr Withyork shrinking into himself, trying to look as small and unnoticeable as possible. Wasn’t this the dude planning to build a mall on a wasteland a little south to Diamond District? Since wildlife had flourished there, it was no wonder Ivy had some opinions on the matter. Also, if Tim remembered right, this particular man was one of the confirmed votants that would reject the law passing, which went along with Two Face’s preferences.

For a full minute, the goons and the plant lady just looked at each other, completely stumped. It wasn’t often that one Rouge’s scheme clashed with another: the same man they had to protect, she intended to kill.

Looking at the half cooked goons, and then at the majestic plant goddess, Tim had a hunch on who’d win if they ended up crossing blades. 

And Damian was still inching closer to the criminals.

Fuck it all to hell.

-Emm, Doctor Isley! 

The entire room went dead silent. Damian, directly behind one of the goons, dropped the knife he had managed to smuggle in despite Tim’s careful check before leaving the manor. He was staring at Tim like one would a bunny who jumped directly between wolves fighting for territory, offering itself as a snack for the ravaging beasts. 

It… wasn’t so far away from reality. But it was all his fault for making Tim take action to keep him safe, and he told him so with a glare before returning it to Poison Ivy, the obvious prime predator in the room.

Well, he already started…

-If you’d allow me, Doctor, I might speed this thing for you, no need for you to dirty your… -he looked at the vines, slowly and steadily making their way to Mr Withyork- babies.

Ivy raised an eyebrow, casually swinging her hips as she made her way to where he was standing, on the middle of the empty dance room, holding himself tight to avoid the disgrace of shaking. Men and women watched from behind their covers, some gasping at the inevitable slaughter they were about to see, but not moving a finger to help him. The only one looking kinda relieved was Mr Withyork, since Ivy’s vines left their path towards him to tangle around Tim’s ankles. It didn’t hurt, but it was a clear warning: don’t run.

He did his best to keep his eyes on her, despite the fear icing his veins. Looking somewhere between her mouth and eyes, not daring to let his gaze rest on either for long, and absolutely refusing to allow them  to wander even lower; that was a death sentence waiting to be signed.

She hummed appreciatively, stopping just in front of him. Tim could barely make out Damian’s silhouette in the background, stealthily taking the weapons on the goons slacked hands. Everyone’s gazes seemed to be on Tim and the ruthless criminal he was currently trying to persuade. 

-So polite -she noticed, tilting her head and twisting her body slightly, the new posture making her chest area more prominent. Tim kept his gaze firmly above the chin. She smiled, and if he were a smaller (dumber) kid, he’d think her charmed-, and a gentleman, too. What are you, eleven? Ten?

He swallowed, hard.

-Thirteen, Doctor. I’m small for my age, I’m told.

She made the little humming sound again, eyes scanning him up and down.

-Well then, I’m waiting. You said there was a way for this to end peacefully. I don’t mind the other way, but for a little thing like you to speak up… You deserve to be heard, at least.

Tim stood straighter, breathing deeply. His head wasn’t already rolling, so it was a good sign, right? She seemed amused by him, at least.

-Drake… Drake Industries is looking into real estate, to build a green area. To… to help against pollution. It’s, ah, a charity I talked my mother into creating… Mr Withyork’s wasteland would be perfect for this endeavour. Would that be okay with you? I can assure you, on my life, that we’ll make sure to protect any and all wildlife within those bounds, and…

He started to stammer when Ivy’s face came closer to his, examining him silently. 

-I could just kill anyone who tries to build something there -she purred-, no need for you to worry your pretty little head over it, child. 

He swallowed again.

-But… but then your plants… they’d be stained with blood and body parts… -he tried, nervously looking behind her. Damian was slowly inching closer to him, apparently done with taking the unsuspecting thug’s firearms.

-Good fertilizer -she shrugged, unbothered, but still too damn close. She seemed to find amusing Tim’s desperate attempts at looking anywhere but her chest, which she had purposely put directly on his field of vision.

-But… Damian! -he shouted abruptly, noticing how said brat was now just behind Ivy and brandishing a dagger. Quick as a whip, he reached past her, took Damian’s arm in his and dragged him behind his own back, using all the training he received from Nicole’s friend, Shiva, to smoothly disarm Damian and hide his weapon on his own coat, without Ivy noticing it. Good thing she was so close, then, since her own vision field was thus reduced.

At Ivy’s arched eyebrow, he quickly changed tracks. Turning and hugging Damian’s head tightly against his chest (to keep him from speaking), he raised his eyes to the criminal with his best cow eyes, the ones that more often than not got his mother to surrender.

-Damian, my cousin… he’s… he’s so young, Doctor Isley. Please, I just… I want to keep him from seeing something like that for as long as I can.

Said innocent lamb started to furiously fight against Tim’s hold, undoubtedly with something to say to that. Tim bent his head closer to him, whispering into his ear.

-Stay still and keep quiet, or I swear to whatever God you answer to that I’ll leave you to fend for yourself against my mom once this is all over with.

Damian froze. Tim looked at Ivy again, one hand carefully stroking Damian’s hair, eyes widened with surrow.

The woman clinically analyzing them seemed to rethink her opinion on Tim, head tilted in confusion. A spark of warmth lightened her eyes like a poisonous flower.

-You are a brave little seed, speaking up like that for him -Ivy mused, eyes twirling. She gave him a smile-. Fine. I’ll allow that scum to live today, as long as he sells the property to you, and you give it the promised use. If I find out you are lying…

-I’m not -he blurted out, letting Damian go but taking his hand hostage, making sure to keep his grip irontight. The little shit better not run away again; Tim doesn’t think he can face off against another criminal today-. Thank you so much, Doctor Isley. 

Ivy grinned, a little charmed despite herself, and looked over her shoulder to Two Face’s thugs.

-I’m done here. Tell your waste of space boss to not meddle in my business again, or else.

‘They never did’, Tim refrained to say. The moment she stepped into the room, they had put a halt to their actions, and even before that, it’s not like they were there to specifically target her. But still, mom didn’t raise no dummy, so he kept his mouth shut, head bowed to the Rouge.

He startled, taken by surprise when he felt her hand reaching behind his ear. Damian made an aborted motion to shove her away, and Tim was quick to hid it by twisting his body in front of his, acting as if he were looking at his reflection on the window by their right. He could hear Damian growling at his back, but better pissed than dead.

There was a flower, on his hair. Pretty big, blue with some grey splashes, and a touch of golden pollen. The contrast against his dark hair was startling, but it did look good with his eyes. Briefly, he wondered if it was poisonous, and just how pathetic it’d be to die because of a flower.

-There, little seedling. If you ever want to venture into my domains, that should assure none of my babies eat you before you can reach me -and with that she stepped away, letting her plants take her through the broken window she had entered by.

He had survived. Miracles of miracles. And judging by the shadows he could see about to break through the crystal roof, Nightwing and Robin were here already, so the thugs (disarmed by Damian, not that they were aware of the fact yet) were mostly done for.

This was as good a moment as any to faint, he guessed.

Everything went black, the last thing he heard being Damian’s scared shout. Even unconscious, he never let go of the little shit’s hand.

[cchellacat]

You Had Me At Hello

Bucky / Darcy (hinting at Bucky/Nat/Darcy future).

Follow up to No Good at Goodbye

Pre Wintershockish

Bucky stubbed our the cigarette, eyes fixed on the brunette woman leaning over the harbour wall. For a civilian she’d been harder to track down than he’d have expected. He’d been following her for a few days now, careful to ensure she didn’t spot him and to assure himself there was no other surveillance on her.

He’d had most of his memories back for a few months now. His mind now truly his own since the deprogramming had been successful. When they had brought him in he’d fought against them hard. He’d still been unsure of who he was, who he could trust. Since he’d been let out of the hospital he’d slowly begun to piece a life back together for himself. It hadn’t been easy, especially trying to rebuild relationships he’d barely remembered.

Bucky shoves his hands in his pockets. It’s freezing out here. He wonders briefly why she spends so much time standing in the cold wind, seemingly mesmerised by the waves. It can’t be comfortable for her, she’s normal, just a girl who got dragged into the world of superhero’s by accident. She must be frozen. She’s a strange puzzle.

It’s not that he can’t understand her attraction. She’s a pretty little thing, all soft curves and big blue eyes. But the notable dismay Natasha had been left in when she’d realised the girl had gone made him curious. What sort of person could get so far under the Russian assassins skin that even months later had her flinching the tiniest bit whenever anyone mentions her name. Darcy. Darcy Lewis, his mission and a mystery he wanted to solve.

He’d moved in with Natasha a few month before. Both of them trying to figure out where they stood with the other, if they could still be them even after all the blood and tears and betrayal. He’s fairly sure what they felt for one another hasn’t changed, he still loves her fiercely and he knows she loves him just the same. But Nat is soft in places she hadn’t been before. Freer in a way that made him feel less burdened. He tried figure out what changed her, what experience shaped her to find humour in pop tarts and band t-shirts. What made her dance to pop music in the kitchen at 5am when she made overly sweet and flavoured coffee with froth and whipped cream?

He’d been lying in bed with Nat when he remembered, the hazy form of a young woman in the hospital room, holding Nats hand as she slept the day he’d woken up in the infirmary. He’d asked her who she was and Nat has stiffened almost imperceptibly before answering in an offhand manner. Something had warned him off asking her any more, but he had a name.

It didn’t take long to find out who she was and that she’d left the day after they brought him in. It took about five minutes in Jane Fosters company before he had the whole story. How Nat and Darcy had been... dating as far as Jane was concerned. What else should she have thought, Jane demanded bitterly. They spent all their time together and Natasha had practically lived in Darcy’s apartment for two months before she’d slowly froze Darcy out of her life.

He’s smart enough to figure out that finding out he was still live is the reason Nat had pushed Darcy away. He’s also smart enough to see that Natasha had trusted Darcy, loved her, but ultimately let her go in the uncertainty of the situation, perhaps thinking she owed him to try again. So he feels guilty that Darcy got hurt in all this and faintly miffed that Natasha hadn’t told him about her, hadn’t been honest. He also knows Nat well enough to realise she hid how she felt about the brunette to protect her and him both. She’d made a choice for all of them without discussing it with either of them.

He nears Darcy, pace slowing as he comes to a stop along side her, mirroring the way she leans against the stone, gazing out into the water.

From the corner of his eye he spots the instant she recognises him. The way her shoulders rise and her plush lips press together in dismay.

“What do you want?”

He’s surprised at the frank question and turns to face her, carefully staying relaxed and trying to look as non threatening as possible. It’s not easy with his height and build to accomplish and he sees the momentary amusement in her blue eyes at the attempt. Like she knows what he’s doing and only finds it funny.

“Wanted to know who you were, find the person who could make assassins fall in love with her.”

Surprise flickers across her face before she snorts derisively.

“I think you got the wrong end of the stick there Red October, it was definitely the other way around. So what, here to take out the competition? Cause I have to tell you, you had nothing to worry about.”

“Not here to hurt you, doll.”

She looks skeptical, one eyebrow arched critically.

“Then why the hell are you here?”

Bucky looks out at the waves again, watching the white lines of surf crash back and forth, a sort of grim understanding as the forceful nature of the water over sharp rocks suddenly solves part of a mystery for him.

“I’m here to bring you home.”

He looks back at her as she stares at him, mouth open soundlessly in shock.

“You love her?”

He asks it kindly, but there’s a certain challenge in his tone that he sees makes her stiffen angrily.

“Yes I do.” She lifts her chin and glares and Bucky grins in response to her stubborn statement.

“Good. Let’s go then.”

He places his metal hand at the small of her back and urges her to start walking.

Darcy wants to slow the fuck down. She has no idea what’s going on, but the moment he smiles at her and his hand touches her she finds herself suddenly longing to do exactly what he wants, to go home to the tower. Back to the family she made there, to her friends, to Natasha. Her heart clenches at the thought of her. It had been eight months and she still felt the sharp sting of grief and loneliness every day. She still loved Nat, adored her with ever atom of her existence. The thought of going back is both tempting and terrifying. She wants to go home but she also fears seeing the rejection in Nat’s eyes if she does. She can’t for the life of her figure why he’s come, why he’s so intent in bringing her back. Except, he wouldn’t be here, saying those things if he didn’t think she should be there. If he didn’t think that her being there would help Nat in some way, that seemed clear enough.

She has so many questions right now but before she can voice them he pulls her closer, tucking her into his side like she belonged there and began chatting about Tony and Jane and Bruce like they’d known each other forever.

She studies him carefully as he talks, he’s handsome there’s no denying it, good looking in a way that she thinks most woman would find difficult to ignore. She flushes a little guiltily as she stares at his lips and the way his tongue darts out periodically. She may be crazy about Natasha still, but she’s not blind and he smells good too. It’s easy to see what Nat sees in him, why she fell for him all those years ago. Underneath all the scruff and scary muscle and the murder arm he’s got a sort of innate kindness that makes you want to trust him.

She briefly considers just walking away: telling him she doesn’t want to go back and to leave her here alone but something stops her. A crazy thought that enters her mind, one she discards as quickly as it forms. But then he looks down at her and calls her doll again, tells her they should pick up some coffee for the drive back and she realises he’s planning to spend the next three days with her in a car, alone.

Bucky winks at her as he flirts a little, testing waters he wasn’t sure he’d find welcome in but the rosy blush he coaxed from her makes him think his slightly crazy plan might not be so crazy at all.

“Are you for real?”

“Only one way to find out.”

He tells her, holding open the door of the SUV, locking her eyes with his.

“She know you’re here?”

“I figured better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

Darcy’s eyes narrow.

“I can’t figure out if you’re brave, stupid or both.”

Bucky shrugs a little.

“Maybe I like to live dangerously.”

Darcy looks between him and the car, some internal debate waging inside her.

“You think this will work?”

“You happy with how things are right now?”

She shakes her head reluctantly, of course not, she’s miserable without Nat, without her life in New York. Bucky offers her a grimace if understanding. He gets it she thinks, understands what she’s not saying. Darcy gets in the car. She’s got three days to get to know the man the woman she loves is in love with. Three days to see if they can be something to each other.

Bucky settles in the drivers seat, starting the car.

“She’s missed you too you know.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How can I be mad that someone else makes her happy? That she’s loved? That she loved you back? That she still does?”

“ I don’t get it!” She chokes out in a rush of air, gesturing with her hands in the air theatrically.

Bucky takes in her beauty, but it’s her easy going nature and sassy sweetness that’s got him chuckling quietly as she scrunches her nose and looks at him like he might be a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

“Buckle up, doll, I can’t promise this won’t be bumpy drive... but I think we’re both heading in the right direction.”

Darcy’s laugh, Bucky thinks as he pulls out of the parking lot, sounds like bells. He’s feeling confident that by the time they reach New York, he’ll be almost as enamoured with the fiery pin up as Natasha is. He thinks he sees now, what makes her special. Darcy has courage and charm and not once in the time since he approached her had she actually seemed afraid of the predator she knew he was. She hadn’t flinched, stood her ground and didn’t seem to give a fuck that he knew 47 ways to kill her with his bare hands. She met his eyes with hers and didn’t waver. It’s the sort of acceptance that’s rare to find in people, especially in his line of work. She reaches over and jams the radio on, changing to a station she seemed to approve of. He quirked a brow and she lifts that stubborn little chin again ready to get her own way.

“I think we’re gonna get along just fine”.

He says with a wink, his metal hand reaching over, turning the sound up.

A car barrels down the highway, AC/DC blaring from the open windows, heading north. The faint whisper of voices, bickering at times, manages to rise over the music.

[whitecrossgirl]

The Love of a Hero

AN: So I was watching the original Avengers movie yesterday and I got my latest AU idea. A cheesy Superhero AU with a Braime twist. I messaged @sassbewitchedmyass, knowing she would give the best encouragement and again, I thank her for letting me bounce my dumb AU ideas off her. I hope you like it.

BLUE KNIGHT STRIKES AGAIN

DRUG GANG “WHITE WALKERS” DEFEATED BY THE BLUE KNIGHT

DEFENDER OF THE INNOCENT: BLUE KNIGHT PROTECTS GIRL FROM ASSAULT

QUEENSAVER; BLUE KNIGHT SAVES QUEEN DAENERYS FROM ASSASSIN’S GUN

“Have you seen this?” Jaime asked, waving the newspapers around. Each one had a different headline, a different act of heroism that had been performed by the city’s newest protector; their own real life superhero known only as the Blue Knight. For months now, different forms of crime in the city had been taken down by the Blue Knight; from drug runners, muggers and thieves to predators lurking in the night.

Of course, the biggest one was yesterday’s story. Queen Daenerys had been attending the opening of Parliament with the rest of the Large Council when someone in the crowd fired shots at her. Before Jaime or any of the other police, soldiers or bodyguards could even move; the Blue Knight had appeared from nowhere, deflecting the bullets against her own body armour. The would-be assassin, a half-deranged man named Euron Greyjoy, had promptly been arrested and was currently awaiting trial. Meanwhile, the Blue Knight had taken off as quickly as she had appeared, before anyone could speak to her or try to learn her identity.

They knew absolutely nothing about the Blue Knight. They only knew she was female, due to the few witness reports of both the criminals who she had taken down, or from the people she had saved. Aside from that, they knew absolutely nothing. They didn’t know her name, where she was from, whether she wasn’t human or someone who had had a genetic experiment gone wrong. The Blue Knight tended to work more at night and her nickname from the media came from the deep blue body armour she wore that covered her whole body and face. And although the police had to take a stance that vigilantism was legally wrong; they had to appreciate the help the Blue Knight had given to reduce the high crime in the city.

“Yes Jaime, I have seen them, you’ve been waving them in my face for ten minutes.” Brienne replied calmly, sipping as her mug of tea.

“It’s still so surreal. This city has an actual, real life superhero. This is like those movies I watched as a kid.” Jaime explained as he set one of the newspapers on the table. Brienne reached over to take the paper detailing the story about Queen Daenerys, looking at the photo of Blue Knight jumping in front of the queen, taking the bullet right in her body armour.

“Have you got any leads on who she is?” Brienne asked casually, examining the photo on the newsprint.

“Not yet, it’s not easy. Everyone wants to know who she is but at the same time, none of the witnesses can give us anything. Plus if someone does know, they’re not telling us.” Jaime replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I get it, a superhero needs to have a secret identity but I hate not knowing things.”

“I suppose that is the point of a secret identity.” Brienne agreed. “Are you working tonight?”

“Unfortunately.” Jaime retorted. He could think of better things that he could rather do on a Saturday night instead of patrolling around the nightclubs and bars of the town, dealing with drunken louts.

“Sounds like fun,” Brienne teased playfully as Jaime wandered off to take a shower before work. Once Jaime walked out of the room, Brienne picked up the newspaper and rolled her eyes skyward. Jaime was her best friend and he was one of the best police officers she knew.

But Gods bless him; he could be so clueless sometimes.

Later that evening, Jaime patrolled down the street with Bronn; trying to block out his colleague’s crass comments about the different clubbers and bar patrons as he kept his eye out for any suspicious behaviour. As Bronn and a few other officers rushed to stop a sudden brawl outside a chip shop, Jaime noticed a young woman with red hair being dragged into an alley. Jaime rushed after her and spotted the young woman being forcefully held against a wall but a trio of men.

“Hey, leave her alone!” Jaime called as the men rounded on him. The ringleader, pulled out a knife and charged at Jaime, who evaded the first attempt on him and managed to disarm the ringleader. However as he grabbed the knife, the second man took a running leap onto his back, raining punches onto Jaime’s back and head. Out of the corner of his eye, Jaime spotted the young woman rushing off to her friends who had found her at the end of the alleyway. The third man jumped into the fray and Jaime did his best to fight off the three men but being outnumbered three to one with his colleagues already dealing with another incident meant that he was taking far more hits than usual.

The men’s sudden yelling and a series of swings and thumps, informed Jaime that someone had come to help him. Wiping blood from his face and managing to subdue and handcuff one of the men; Jaime turned to see the other two chained up by someone in blue. Blue Knight.

“You’re her.” Jaime said as Blue Knight turned her head and leapt up onto a fire escape ladder as Bronn, clearly alerted by the redheaded girl and her friends, came into the alleyway with a pair of other officers. Jaime wanted to call for her to come back, but reminded himself that he needed to do his job first. After quickly relaying what had happened to Bronn and the other officers; Jaime watched them lead the three muggers out before he turned back to the fire escape.

Blue Knight had gone.

“Jumpy, aren’t you?” Blue Knight said in an amused tone, sitting cross-legged in the air behind Jaime, a few metres away from the dim light caused by the streetlights on the main road. Jaime jumped backwards and quickly corrected himself.

“Who are you?” Jaime asked and Blue Knight shook her head. “Everyone wants to know.”

“They can’t know.” Blue Knight replied. “People get hurt if they know.”

“We can protect them.” Jaime said without thinking and Blue Knight tilted her head.

“We?” Blue Knight repeated and Jaime felt his cheeks flush. If he was being honest with himself; he wasn’t just interested in Blue Knight because of her superpowers. Whoever she was, she was brave, strong, clever, loyal and clearly protective towards those who she cared about. Even though he had never seen her face, the sound of her voice gave him the impression of the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He liked that she both aided and frustrated the police; how she seemed to be a paradox of someone he knew and someone he had never met before.

“I can help protect them, protect you. You saved my life, let me help you.” Jaime offered but for the second time, Blue Knight shook her head and a moment of careless recklessness took over Jaime. He wanted to know her identity. There was also something else he wanted too.

“I can’t let you do that.” Blue Knight stated simply as Jaime stepped closer to her, touching her suit; it felt like Kelvar, lightweight, bullet proof, strong, a good choice. At his touch, she stopped floating and set her feet back on the ground. Jaime reached for where the neckline of the suit and mask met but her fingers closed over his.

“Don’t remove it.” Blue Knight requested in a whisper and Jaime felt his throat dry.

“Not all of it.” Jaime confirmed as he eased the mask upwards. In the dim light, he could only make out the edge of her chin and her lips before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were soft and firm and he could feel her hesitate for a moment before she kissed him back. Jaime wrapped his arms around her, feeling the strength of her muscles and the softness of her exposed neck. She was the one who deepened the kiss and Jaime responded to it eagerly. He could have stayed like this forever, nothing else seemed to exist except for the two of them, in this place, in this moment.

“Hey Lannister! Come the fuck on, will ya!”

Bronn’s blunt yell jerked Jaime back to reality and before he could say a word, Blue Knight had fixed her mask and flown up into the night. Jaime turned and wandered back towards Bronn, ignoring the comments his brash partner made; his mind racing with everything that had happened. Yes, he had been beaten and it did hurt but he had met Blue Knight, spoken to her, joked with her and kissed her. He still had no idea who she was but as he got patched up, for some reason Brienne came into his mind but Jaime dismissed that thought.

Brienne was his best friend in the whole world. They knew everything about each other. Plus she was the most honest person Jaime knew; there was no way she could hide anything, especially something as monumental as superpowers from him.

By the time Jaime finished his shift and arrived home, he was still in a minor daze as he walked into the house and found Brienne getting ready to leave for her morning run. She froze at the sight of the cuts and bruises on his face.

“What happened to you?” Brienne asked and Jaime shrugged.

“Just a few drunk idiots. You’ll never guess who helped me.” Jaime said as he went to the fridge and took out some juice.

“Who?” Brienne asked innocently.

“Blue Knight. She took down most of them and helped me out. She is as tough and a good a fighter as the news reports on her claim she is.” Jaime explained and Brienne looked at him curiously.

“Did you find out who she was? Now that you’ve actually seen her and spoke to her.” Brienne asked; she had prepared herself for this moment, how she would handle it when Jaime learnt the truth.

“No, she wouldn’t tell me. But I’m sure I’ll see her again and find out.” Jaime said and shrugged his shoulders. “Anyway, I’m off to bed. Have a good day.”

“You too,” Brienne said as she took her headphones and smiled to herself as she left the house. She had taken a risk last night, hanging around long enough to speak to Jaime. It was an even bigger risk letting him touch her mask; the biggest risk of all was kissing him. Still, it seemed for now, the risk had paid off. He still had no idea about the secrets she kept from him, indeed from the world. It had been the choice she made as she grew older and her powers developed, one she had affirmed when she had taken the mantle of Blue Knight. Nobody knew who she was and for now, it seemed it would seem that way.

Like she said, she loved Jaime to pieces but gods, he was an oblivious idiot.

[plugrick]

“Kill one another?” The older gromflomite parroted back, scoffing at the notion. If anyone would be doing the killing, it would be him. Nevertheless... “I do not intend to slaughter what I plan to save, Krombopulos.”

The ex-commander may be a possessive madman, but he would stand true to his word. They had made a deal earlier, a pact - if he was distanced from that infernally dark creature, he would lend his prowess in order to escape. He had simply fought too hard and for too long to let Krombopulos Michael, his life’s work, go to waste at the hands of idiots.

How sweet it was, just being with him now. For years he had bided his time, waiting with baited breath for the day that they would find themselves alone together.

The fucking human tainted everything. All Archibald wanted was get his claws on Michael... Drag them aaall over every inch of him.

That was why it enraged him to an unspeakable degree that somebody else, someone so inferior and weak, was granted the privilege of sharing his favorite soldiers’ bed. How could he allow such a thing?!

“M-Mike, are you sure?” The old man whispered under his breath, brow knitting together in worry. They had been sleeping separate for days! At least, when they did manage to sleep. “I-I mean, we—“

“Disgusting.” The disgraced commander interrupted with a snarl, visibly bristling as his love led that animal to ‘their’ bunk. He lifted himself into the top bed in one smooth motion, glowering down at them from above like a watchful predator. “I thought I taught you better than to sleep with unsanitary apes, Krombopulos.” It was a shameful display! “It is BELOW you. You should bend its’ will until it’s obedient, and make it sleep on the floor like a dog. Or... leave it on its’ own and come up here to be with me...”

Rick sent back the sharpest glare that he could muster at the killers’ mean old ex, steadying his resolve. He found solace in the arm wrapped around his waist - Mike had been holding off on being as touchy since he uh, had gotten mad at him. And maybe it made him just a little too brave.

“Y-y-you’re jealous! A-aaand you just want to get in M-Mikes’ pants, y-you ugly, washed up freak!” The human accurately accused, helping the assassin to their bottom bunk with care. Oh, he wouldn’t let go of Mike for the life of him, not with Flannax talking like that! “Take it, shove it, a-a-and blow it out your ass, y-you big—“

BZZZRT

The humming fluorescent lights shut off with a great clatter, plunging the entirety of D Bloc into pitch darkness. They were alone in here with Archibald, and he couldn’t see?! Rick balled up the fabric of Mikes’ uniform in his hands, clinging to him like he was afraid he’d get torn away. Even though it was the killer who had his back to the wall this time and he was on the vulnerable outside.

“Sleep well, Krombopulos. You’ll need your strength~.”

(Plugrick) ❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

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“…….I think it’s a nice idea. Why?”