Just gonna secretly update this at nearly 3 am, nbd, hahaha
Welp, here it is guys, in its 9.5k glorious addition, Ruins has been updated!!! I blame Caro for getting my butt in gear and making me finally finish the chapter by posting that gorgeous Lance from a couple days ago. Like how could I not update after that???
Anywhoodles, here’s an excerpt~
EDIT: CARO SURPRISED ME WITH CH2 ART OF ARCHER LANCE, PLEASE CHECK IT OUT HERE AND IN THE FIC!!!
Lance lowered his collar. “Shay, you in here?”
He heard someone gasp, and before he knew it was engulfed in a bone crushing hug.
“Lance! It’s been too long! Why has it taken you so long to come visit?” Shay shook him about, his feet leaving the ground.
“Shay – can’t breathe – missed… you too –”
“Oh! Sorry, sorry!” she put him down gently and Lance leaned this way and that to realign his back.
“Yeah sorry about not visiting, been a little busy.”
Shay crossed her arms, her foot and half height difference over Lance would have made it intimidating if it weren’t for how well Lance actually knew her. She was sweet, sweeter than she should be for a black market dealer. Could still bash your head in, but sweet.
“Uh-huh, one of my runners told me you went and joined the princess. Didn’t think you were interested in that.”
Lance shrugged. “She pays well, and my family can use every aruan they can get their hands on. You know how I operate.”
“Mm. You always put them first, when are you going to take care of yourself, Lance?” she chided. She turned and started heading to the front of the shop. “So, what are you here for this time? Information? Weapons – and you know I can’t do much about that. You have these weird arrows that no one else uses.”
Lance motioned for Shiro to follow him. “Keep your hood up, Shay isn’t all that friendly with Galra, past or present,” he whispered.
“Got it,” Shiro responded.
They followed her to the main part of her shop. No one was inside, if someone wanted Shay for something, they entered in through the back. Anyone who came in through the front was guaranteed outrageous prices for anything she had.
“You got any of that Glacier wood? Broke my old bow hunting.”
Shay looked over at him, an eyebrow raised high, nearly to her hairline. “You finally broke that old thing? You’ve had that for years, ever since the war, yeah?”
“The same guy who supplies me arrows made it for me. I’ve tracked him down again and he and another friend have agreed to make me a new one. Just need the wood for it.” He glanced around, looking for any sign of it. Shay was his only consistent informant and provider for just about anything. She even made him his cloak, one of a kind as thanks for saving her shop from bandits.
She pointed over to the opposite side of the shop. “There should be some in that corner. Don’t know how good the quality is, but it’s better than cutting down your own tree.”
Lance grinned and made his way over to said corner. True enough there was some there, long links that were about five feet in length. Some of them were warped, way beyond any use, and he picked up ones that were as straight as possible. They weren’t as thick as he would have liked, but maybe Hunk could make something out of them.
He handed them off to Shiro and dug out his purse. Shiro looked a little affronted at being designated as the pack mule, but thankfully he didn’t say anything. Lance had the feeling that as soon as they were out of this place, he was going either get the lecture of a lifetime or get stuck doing some gods’ awful duty around the castle for a month. There went his free time.
He tossed Shay a few gold aruan, ignoring her squawk about him overpaying her. It was all pretense, but what he was about to ask her was really going to make the money worth it.
“Say, you haven’t heard from my old crew have you? Rin, Geoff, and all them?”
Shay froze up for a second before moving about the shop again, appearing normal, but she couldn’t hide the shake in her hands as she straightened things. Rin had been his second in command, a little ruthless in the way she took down targets, but he hadn’t been able to deny her talent when he recruited her during the war. It was safe to assume that Rin has been the pack leader since he left.
A/N: i see one gifset of fucking jon bernthal and i have to write a fucking fic about him. goddamn it. i love my murder husband…
Summary: Frank comes home to you a little more beat up than usual and you get emotional.
Warnings: angst? injuries (bruising, cuts), mostly just feeeeeelings
Words: i honestly have no idea. i wrote this on my phone at work…
Tags: none? lol this is a new character
A thundering knock jolts you from sleep. You groan and push the fuzzy blanket off your bare legs to stumble off of the couch where you’d been waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You must have fallen asleep waiting.
Another knock comes from your front door and you groan, pulling your cardigan tighter around you at the sudden chill in the air. “Coming, coming,” you mutter. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and swing the door open as quickly as possible just to stop the awful knocking.
around the castle in awe. Just like the rest of the people in your group, you
were one of the lucky few who were picked to go on a tour of this castle. Cameras
flashed and conversation was made, but most of the people were staring at the décor
just as you were.