The Secret Agent

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His red eyes glower as he considers speaking. It isn’t something he does very often, particularly about himself. There’s a hesitation as he opens his mouth, as though the very words themselves are poisoned when he speaks.

“I never really had friends,” he admits quietly. 

He doesn’t move. His back is straight, his arms folded neatly in front of him. Then his hand rises serruptitiously and brushes a thoughtful thumb against his lip.

“There was a time I would have liked to make a connection,” he says carefully. “When I was younger, I sought companionship, someone to share my thoughts with, to learn more from the perspective of another.”

“Looking back now…” he pauses. “I may have set my standards a little too high.”

His face doesn’t express much more than a dutiful attention, but his eyes, his firey red eyes dance with feeling as memories burn in the flames.

“On Naporar, everyone knew what they wanted to be. What they wanted to do. Almost from the minute they were born. They had a purpose. They had talent.”

“The children around me chose a specialty less than a year after being born,” he regarded. “I watched them grow all around me. Some became expert warriors, athletes. Others painted or drew or wrote or composed. Others still became knowledgable through learning. Medicine, law, engineering, economics, history…”

The corners of his mouth turn down.

“But I didn’t know what I wanted,” he says as his head tilts down and shadows spill over his face. 

“So I did everything.”

“I read and I studied and I tried to physically improve myself but there was nothing I really wanted to do for the rest of my life. To improve above all else.”

“It made me depressed and bitter, resentful. Particularly when people told me what I couldn’t do.” The fire burns in his eyes, no pupils but red, glowing and menacing.

“I wanted to prove them wrong.”

“And then I realized what my talent was,” his eyes glitter with a newfound intensity, his sapphire skin almost black with shadow. 

“I do what people think is impossible.”

anonymous asked:

what would you say is your aesthetic clothing-wise?

pfff, that’s tricky because for years I was way too preoccupied with “is this comfortable and will my mother nag me about it or no” so any aesthetic is accidental. Now that it’s spring and i have a leather jacket I keep accidentally looking a bit like I’m trying for a rock style, but in winter “steampunky arsehole child” was the only way to describe it


Racing/Secret Agents AU: Operation Zero Light

Tony Stark is an ex-GP champion who dropped out of the circuit after a massive accident that cost him his heart and left him with nothing more than a shrapnel as a memento of an extravagant career. Now sponsoring up and coming amateurs while also building the most advanced safety tech for automobiles, Tony doesn’t see a chance of slipping into a race car anytime soon. A thousand miles away, Steve Rogers, an honorably discharged army veteran and Rallye Raid upcoming rookie, is trying to overcome his war memories through an adrenaline pumping race life. These two distinctly different yet ironically similar men are destined to meet when Nick Fury, Director of a covert international peacekeeping organization, decides to call them in to answer the call for the Ultimate Speed Marvel - a private multi-motor racing championship hosted by Nitro, an unseen mafia leader and smuggler with a penchant for the fast track life. Tasked to work together, these champions must learn to navigate through their undercover roles and real tensions to help stop an international disaster. Will their past issues collide or will these passionately temperamental but heroic men find their path before they crash? The answer will either make or break Operation Zero Light.

Please let me know if you’d like to see a fic of this or if you’d like to use this idea for a fic of your own. :D

Sidequest by bleep0bleep

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 11449

Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles’ dad thinks Derek is Stiles’ boyfriend.
Well. It could be worse.


INFERNO: YURI NO ICE - Color Variation Set

A Yuri!!! on Ice AU

*No, the title is not a typo

Main post and AU synopsis can be found HERE