sneak skill

Lance Analysis: sneaky boy values stealth and the element of surprise

ok, i’mma be frank. i have no idea where i’m going with this post, i just wanna talk about an interesting thing i’ve recently noticed with Lance’s character. this is probably gonna be a bit disorganized so i apologize but yeah.

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Days Like These

GUYS It’s Batfam Week! I’m so excited to share with you the stories I’ve cooked up for each prompt this week. I’m looking forward to seeing everything that comes from each prompt and participant! Let’s all have fun, and enjoy!

Prompt: Day 1: Family

Words: 1,427

Rating: Gen

Summary: A day with Alfred

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It was nights like these that Alfred cherished.

Nights when the car came back a little early, its occupants wearing smiles they hadn’t when it left. Where he wasn’t quite finished with anything, but happy to set it aside to take care of the family streaming in.

Dick arriving with a quick, tight side hug and a kiss pressed to his head. Already filling Alfred in on the night, even though he’d been watching the whole time. Dick had never lost the ability to entertain with his words. It wasn’t because he was a good storyteller (he was) it was the innocence in how he told the story. The same way he’d done it when he was ten, fresh back from patrols that included stops for ice cream and rescuing kittens in the park.

Jason would shrug in with a scowl until he spotted the carefully made sandwiches set aside for the family. If Alfred blinked he knew the only one that would be left was the one labeled for Jason, and the man would grin at him, cheeks already stuffed with Bruce’s favorite. Then as the family fumbled over where the food had gone he’d slide next to Alfred and check in with him. His voice always quiet, always asking about Alfred first, telling about his night second.

Where Tim and Damian waved a hello at him before showering and heading to bed, their eyes already heavy with sleep by the time the warm shower water clicked off. Tim heading up the stairs after hugging Alfred, his thin arms tight around him. Damian giving the man a rare kiss on the cheek and smile before darting up, after, and past his brother.

Cass sneaking up to the kitchen to finish tidying whatever Alfred had left out due to the early return and setting up a pot of chamomile for the man to lure him to an early rest as well. She’d sit up with him as long as it took for them both to talk the other into sleep, then escort Alfred to his room before dancing to her own.

Bruce checking in with each of his kids after they’d gone to sleep, head poking into the room for a moment, sometimes longer, before heading off to his own bed. Alfred would do his own check, leaving Bruce for last. Lingering there the longest, as he watched the boy who’d turned into a man sleep one night peacefully.

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my sneaking skills are, on a scale of 1 to 10,  a -13 b/c at all times i’m wearing 50+ necklaces so anyone/everyone can hear me coming from a mile away


lock yourself out // a chapter fourteen sneak peek

“As you can probably tell Harry and I aren’t together anymore which is, surprisingly, not entirely your fault. Maybe there’s still hope for the both of you,” Paulie said bitterly.

“How much of our conversation have you heard, exactly?” Sandra inquired and Paulie thought she could make out the hint of a smile on Sandra’s lips. Given the situation, that seemed pretty low. Even for her standards.

“I think I’ve heard enough. I’m gonna go,” Paulie said and held her coat to her chest. “Bye.”

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006 / 101 kisses

006; sweaty mess
♡ optional bias (second person)
♡ university!au
x; when you cling onto his shirt while you kiss

with the crisp, early spring air blowing against your cheeks, you let out a light yelp from sudden gust of wind and held your arms closer to your body as you rushed across the courtyard towards the gymnasium. you could feel your plushie keychains gently bounced against your backpack and tap your hip every now and then with your hasty footsteps.

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A Steve/Bucky + BDSM Fic Rec

Do you have a weird fascination for Steve Rodgers covered in blood and bruises? Did that one highway fight scene in TWS turn you on a little too much? Do you find your mind wandering when you see Steve and Bucky throw punches at each other? Does the cliche-ness and predictability of 50 Shades put you to sleep? Well luckily for you, below the cut are a few of the best BDSM Steve/Bucky stories out there. Take a seat (or better yet, lie down), grab a snack, and strap in folks.

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momomomma2  asked:

SO WHAT ABOUT A GRAMANDER FAKE RELATIONSHIP AU? Because Newt cannot lie to save his ass, Im convinced of it

1. fake relationship

I can see it now. Newt, International Criminal Extraordinaire. Gets by to be honest on his quick thinking, on his ability to sneak about places, his skill with languages, and frankly with the help of the hoard of magical creatures he has at his disposal. On his own, he’s actually quite good at getting himself out of trouble – so long as it’s not him that’s in trouble. Magical creature? No problem. Is it a friend? No hesitation! Family? They don’t even have to ask.

But when he’s the one that’s been cornered, he has quite the problem talking himself out of the situation.

Graves observes Newt struggling with this for a few minutes with quiet amusement. 

Newt’s just trying to get into the establishment to talk to the manager. Apparently he has some [insert magical creature here] caged up in the back, and Newt is determined to free them. If he can’t get in through the front, then Newt knows perfectly well that he could break in later that night and quietly sneak all the creatures into his suitcase before morning. But that wouldn’t be polite, that wouldn’t teach the manager a lesson. If Newt stole them all, the manager would just go out and get more, and what good would that do?

So Newt is trying to get in, and Graves is already there for whatever reason, and the bouncers at the door are like, NO SIR. PLEASE, YOU AREN’T ON THE GUEST LIST. YOU CAN’T COME IN.

“I– I understand that, but if you would please just let me talk to the manager, I can get this situation cleared right up, and–”

Graves rises to rescue the poor man.

Darling,” he says with his voice dripping in sugar, sliding between the bouncers like they aren’t even a part of his world view. “You’re late. I was beginning to think you were going to leave me hanging!”

“What, I–” Newt stammers.

Mercy, the man is helpless, and that’s all before Graves kisses him, deeply, arms thrown over Newt’s shoulders, Graves pressing against Newt’s chest like a sex kitten, sighing gently when he falls back on his heels.

Graves tugs Newt along as he moves back into the establishment. He winks at the bouncers. “He’s with me, boy. Sorry about the mix up!”

He hustles Newt into a booth and hisses at him, “Play along,” before throwing his legs over Newt’s lap and cuddling up to his side.

Newt muffles a horrified moan against Graves’ shoulder. “I can’t,” he says. “I’m a horrible liar. Everyone says so.”

“Well,” Graves reasons and he turns to bite along the shell of Newt’s ear, “then for the sake of all parties, pretend it’s not a lie.”

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Keeping Time Part 1 (Tim Drake x Reader)

Schninner: Okay guys, so this wasn’t requested, and I still have more to do, but I’ve had this idea for a series for a while now and have FINALLY figured out how to write it! I’m super pumped how it turned out, and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! XD

(Reader is a girl)

Warnings: Kidnaping, mentions of torture, swearing, THE ANGST!!!!

Word count: 1157

Tagging: @maruthor @the-singing-canary @preppygothica @cuddles-for-cassie @comicbookworm @alfred-the-cat-writes @angstytodd @isabellegunawan @speedypan(I hope you all don’t mind that I tagged you, I just got really excited for how it tuned out and I wanted to share my joy :D)

Part 2

Master List

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The faint noise of a clock sounded from inside the silent room.

“Tiiiiiim,” You lazily cried, leaning your head over the arm of the chair, letting your [H/C] hair fall over the side. You looked at the upside down back of your boyfriend’s head, who was hunched over his laptop

“mmhmm?” He hummed in response not bothering to look towards you.

“I’m bored, let’ do something!” you groaned, throwing your arms above your head in exasperation.

“mmhmm, that’s nice sweetie.” He automatically responded with his voice in monotone.

You pouted, sticking your lower lip out, while rolling over right side up. You leaned on your elbows, and scrunched your eyebrows in irritation.



“I’m pregnant.”

“That’s nice hun.”

That was it. No sign of shock, or of emotion at all to be exact. Just the same old monotone voice as he sat hunched over the screen. You rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Hopping to your feet, you made your way over to your boyfriend until your reached his side. Crossing your arms, you gave Tim a disapproving look, watching his eyes dance back and forth across the screen, his face illuminated with bright light.

Something shiny caught your eye, causing you to tear your harsh gaze from Tim’s face and to his wrist where a silver watch rested. A devious smile came across your face as a ploy formed in your mind. You subtly inched your hand closer to his until it was resting on the watch, and using your best pick pocketing and sneaking skills, you managed to slip the watch from his wrist without him noticing.

You beamed victoriously, stepping away from him and putting the beautiful dev8ce on your own wrist. You held your hand out in front of you, enjoying how the light reflected if the smooth surface. You made quite a show, waving your hand in the air with your newly stolen watch resting comfortably on your wrist, so much so, that you had managed to catch Tim’s attention.

He cocked his head to the side and rubbed is sleepy eyes, “[F/N], is that my watch?”

“Whaaaat?!” you feigned a look of shock pointing to yourself, “are you accusing me of thievery?” you flattened your hand against your chest mocking a look of hurt, “Why I’d never!”

Tim pushed back from his desk, and stood up, walking towards you to try to get a better look at your wrist. You continued to move your arms, obscuring his vision of the watch.

He moved closer to you causing you to take a few steps back, remaining the same distance away from him. This continued until both of you were on opposites sides of the couch.

“Come on [F/N]! Just let me see the watch!” Time called over the couch, his voice laced with a playful happiness.

“Oh sure, of course you can see it,” You replied playful, letting a joyful giggle escape your lips. “but you’ll have to catch me first.”

A wide smile stretched across Tim’s face, “oh, watch me.”

He faked a left, causing you to run full speed to the right. At the last minute, Tim cut right, causing you to squeal in realization of hat he did. Before you could get away, he managed to wrap his arms around you, tackling you to the ground, cushioning your fall with his body. He grabbed your wrist with the watch on it and observed the devise closely.

“Aha!” He shouted victoriously, digging his fingers into your sides tickling you mercilessly. “You thief!”

The study erupted with fits of laughter, wriggled and writhed, trying to get out of Tim’s grip, but to no avail.

“Please… Tim! Stop!” You gasped in between each laugh.

“Fine,” he replied finally releasing you from the tickle torture and lighting kissing your nose, “and next time? Try getting my attention some other way.”

Still breathing heavily, you looked up at him with a smirk, “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

Tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock…

The clicking of the watch on your wrist bounced aimlessly off the stone wall of the cell you were in, amplifying and intensifying that once small soft noise.

You glanced at the watch. His silver watch, and checked the time.


He’d be here soon, but not the he that you were hoping for, no, someone far worse. You looked past your watch and to your bloodied, bruised, and scarred arms, the scars in which that man, no, that monster had cut into you. Trying to break you, to mold you, into something unrecognizable.

And yet here you were, bloodied, bruised, and defiled, yet still in one piece, still intact. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythmic sound of clock, and letting the happy memories of Tim, your Tim, wash over you, heal you, stitch up the seams that had been beginning to tear away.

The sound of something metallic scraping against stone ended your fantasy in an instant, bringing you back to the here and now.

“Well, well, looks like Bat’s lilt brat has finally woken up from her nap.”

The Owner of the voice stepped into the light, which glared angrily off his pale white chest and illuminating the ticks and crosses counting the number of lives he had taken. Victor Zsasz continued stepping closer and closer to you, with a sharp knife held in his hand.

A scowl formed on your face as his face became mere inches away from yours, his smile showed each one of his yellowed teeth, and h=you had to restrain yourself from gagging as he exhaled in your face. His dirty and bloodied hands played at the ends of your mask, tugging it ever so slightly, but not removing it.

“So, is our little baby bat ready to learn today?” His eyes wide in excitement, and his breath rancid with rotten meat.

Without a warning, you through your head back, and brought it crashing forward, meeting Zsasz’s fore head and causing his nose to spew blood. He staggered backwards holding his bloodied nose with his free hand.

“You to hell.” You growled at him with a raspy voice.

He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, a vicious smile implanted on his face.

“Oh ho ho,” he responded, hastily coming toward you with a knife in hand, which he swiftly raised, and brought it down into your thigh causing a scream of pain to escape from your lungs.

But above all the screaming and pain, the sound of hope rang out, filling you with faith and determination, a sound that reminded you that this would soon be over, that this agony would soon end. This sound came from a small silver watch, a watch that belonged to the person you cared most about. And on and on, the sound continued,

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

Fantasy AU Headcanons!


  • He’s a dragon tamer (in training) and came to the town in hopes of learning more on how to train them, then gets taken in by All Might - a fellow dragon tamer and famous knight - because of how skilled Izuku is with his dragon despite being in training
  • His dragon has smooth milky white scales with red glossy eyes that have no pupils, she has a few horns atop her head and small nubby spikes lining her tail and back with a distinct black sun pattern on her stomach that stretches to her chest, she has decently sharp claws and her wings are small yet still not fully developed, but she’s still able to fly a little bit
  • He named his little dragon Sunny (not because of her sun mark, he found her as an egg and almost ate it, so her name is a reminder to be careful when he finds a random egg)
  • He can safely assume Sunny is an albino dragon, but he doesn’t know yet if dragons are sensitive to the sun so Izuku keeps her safely tucked in his vest when they’re outside on a sunny day
  • He carries around plenty of notebooks, some are about dragon behavior, diets, habitats, others are about types of dragons with small sketches of them, he’s never seen without the notebooks and often checks his notes
  • Becoming a dragon tamer was an accident, in fact Izuku never knew he could tame a dragon until he met Sunny, before that he was planning on becoming a knight, which didn’t work out too well because he wasn’t very strong and was quirkless


  • He gave himself his title of king at a young age after running away from his parent’s kingdom since he didn’t like the title of prince, and he didn’t want to wait to become king, so he found an abandoned kingdom and now calls it his own
  • It usually gets lonely in his kingdom despite all the animals (though Bakugou would never admit it), so he has a tendency to capture people and make them stay at his kingdom, which is how he got his two loyal henchmen Kirishima and Kaminari
  • He’s a special one, he’s not a dragon tamer, but he’s a beast tamer, they’re similar in means of taming something, but beast tamers are more focused around a variety of animals instead of just one species like dragons (but he’s never been able to tame a dragon and it pisses him off)
  • He’s greatly feared and respected because he’s able to tame these beasts, which only boosts his ego even more, in fact one of Bakugou’s greatest feats that he brings up the most is managing to tame a gryphon, which he often calls to his side at will by whistling
  • He greatly despises other kings and princes, but he holds a special hatred for Todoroki because he thinks that half and half bastard is a snob and needs to go back to his own turf
  • Kidnapped Izuku because he needed an alchemist, but wasn’t expecting to get a dragon tamer instead, he kept him anyway in hopes of getting a dragon and gave him the name Deku (despite Izuku already having a name which he ignores)


  • Comes from a wealthy noble family
  • She’s the kingdom’s alchemist, her intelligence is well known and her main source of income is selling the information she knows, the information is mostly about the lands outside of the kingdom and different types of brews and potions that can be created
  • Another way she makes money is by her creation quirk, however she’s constantly studying in order make exactly what people ask for since some requests can range from something simple like a doll to something a little more heavy and difficult like a canon 
  • She gets along pretty well with Satou, she’s a regular customer of his, stopping by daily for whatever is on the menu that day, if she sees a beggar on the street on her way there, she’ll buy extra and give it to them


  • Currently the only gunslinger among the other knights in training, and a damn good one at that
  • She became a gunslinger because she prefers long range, plus she isn’t about to lug around a huge sword everywhere she goes
  • When Jirou runs out of ammo she uses her earphone jacks as a last resort  as she doesn’t want to break the rings on them
  • The rings on her earphone jacks were a gift from Momo, given to her as a sign of respect, they’re her good luck charms and she’s never seen without them
  • She’s another common customer at Tsuyu’s pub, although Jirou doesn’t drink when she’s on duty, she just stays for the company


  • Is the kingdom’s most famous cook, mostly known for all of his delicious sweets
  • Many of the neighboring kingdoms come to visit during special occasions just to get a chance to try his sweets, and so far no one has been left unsatisfied
  • If not for his cooking, he’d mostly be overlooked as some peasant, which he won’t allow
  • He keeps most of his major recipes a secret, he remembers them all and has never written them down so his recipes aren’t stolen and made better by some other cook


  • The main owner of the pub in the kingdom called “The Floppy Frog”, it’s extremely popular with the locals and wandering travelers
  • She doesn’t really drink she only serves them, when asked if she’d like to drink she’ll politely refuse and say that she’d prefer to be sober on the job
  • Usually has someone strong or intimidating inside the pub to keep everyone safe and to prevent bar fights, like an assassin or a knight (she favors Tokoyami, not only does he do the job, he also stays later than most, he’s good company when in a conversation too)  
  • Her cooking is a force to be reckoned with, it’s not better than Satou’s, but it’s near there, and so far her best dish is her homemade jello
  • When she’s not working at the pub, she’s away at her parent’s babysitting her younger siblings


  • She’s a common customer at Tsuyu’s bar, coming in daily to check up on Tsuyu and anyone she happens to stumble upon there
  • She’s labeled as a psychic because of her quirk, but mistaken as a witch due to her attire, Uraraka prefers being called a psychic since witch doesn’t fit her at all
  • It’s not unusual to see flying logs around her hut, she practices using her quirk with them, but also sells them to those who need firewood
  • Her parents are carpenters and Uraraka tries to help them when she can, but they usually refuse when she asks to work full time with them
  • She’s never in one place for too long making her difficult to find, it’s her daily routine to travel constantly around town for more ways to improve her quirk, or to just visit with someone


  • A well known assassin due to his quirk and amazing sneak attack skills, he’s nicknamed ‘The Reaper’ because he strikes at night and his dark feathers are mistaken has a hood
  • Dark Shadow likes to toy with his victims, but Tokoyami disapproves of this as he likes to get the job done quick and sees it as needlessly cruel
  • There have been times where he’s let his victim live out of pity, since some of the people who hire him are out for revenge instead of an actual purpose that would benefit them
  • Someone once tried to hire him to assassinate All Might, he laughed for the first time that day
  • He would never do something dishonorable such as take down his victim while they’re asleep, instead he’ll wait until they wake up (or wake them up himself, which has happened before because he got impatient, it was an awkward experience)
Bloodman - Swords

Swords - Bloodman

“Get up!”
Bloodman snarled at the command. Sweat freely ran down her arms and chin. Fatigue weighed down on her worn limbs. She hacked up droplets of blood; she swallowed the sharp taste of metal that irritated her dry throat.
“Your talent will serve nothing if you can’t even last a minute against your opponent!” The trainer shouted again.
Bloodman peered through the waves of sticky hair that clung to her forehead and neck like it had been glued. Her hands trembled as she lifted her sword. The sores screaming as her grip tightened. She glared up at her now opponent who prepared for another spar.
Her feet slid into position, sheer will driving her through exhaustion. She may be bloody and worn.
But never again…will she be beaten.

OMG! This sneak peak ladies and gentlemens! It got me SO EXITED! I mean… Look at Harry’s acting! It’s A++++++++++++++! Sign me the fuck up! I’m here for this kind of acting! Monday (well, Tuesday for me) WHERE ARE YOU!?


(Requested by thelittlewolfpup)

You’d been best friends with Paul as long as you could remember, ever since you were little kids and you and Bella used to visit Charlie in the summer. To say he wasn’t pleased when he started morphing into a giant wolf and found out that you were Jasper’s mate would be the understatement of the century. 

He went fucking mental.

Then again to say Jasper was happy with you hanging around with “one of those oversized fleabags” wasn’t entirely correct either. Jasper was in fact, completely not okay with that situation. Especially since it was well known that Paul was the most unstable of the bunch. 

He went batshit crazy.

You’d spent some time watching the whole Edward/Bella/Jacob scenario play out however, and that just wasn’t something you felt like being involved in. So with your superior sneaking skills and by generally being a devious little shit you’d managed to get them both to agree to meet you at the bowling alley in Port Angeles. 

Yeah, when they walked in to find each other there, they weren’t pleased. 

“What the hell is this Y/N?” Paul growled, stalking over to the lane as you set up the score board. “You think I want to spend time with this leech?”

“Darlin’ for once in my life I truly agree with the mutt. Why are we both here?” 

Turning and crossing your arms over your chest you stared them both down as they stood toe to toe ignoring the wondering looks from the other humans in the bowling alley. 

“Stop this right now!” You snapped. “Both of you.” 

Fixing them with the harshest glare you could muster you continued in a calmer tone as the humans turned away. “I’ve seen this play out before, the whole Edward/Bella/Jacob bullshit and I don’t need any more of that crap in my life so you want to have your little male pissing contest fine. You want to have your little supernatural male pissing contest fine. You want to prove who’s the best, most controlled species fine. We’ll do that while we’re bowling.” 

The men, for their part, just stared at you open mouthed. “Bowling?” Paul asked. 

“Bowling?” Jasper repeated equally vexed. 

“Yes bowling.” You snapped. “And then Saturday we’re going to play laser tag. Wednesday we’re going to go dirt-bike riding. Hell we can even set up a werewolf/vampire baseball match if there’s a storm coming.” You swallowed before continuing in the most confident tone you could muster. “But pissing matches aside you are going to get on. We will be doing things together. I will continue to date Jasper.” You shot a challenging look to Paul who didn’t respond although he looked to be biting his tongue. “I will continue to hang out with Paul.” Jasper didn’t respond either although he did grind his teeth. “And we will all continue to hang out together until you get along. I am not Bella, I will not put up with the crap she does. Either you both get along or I’m done with both of you. Is that clear?” 

Jasper responded immediately. “Yes Ma’am.” Sometimes his past really did help you out a lot. 

“Paul?” You asked, voice hard. 

“Sure.” He sounded pretty put out but at least he agreed. 

“Good. I’ll bowl first.” Picking up the ball and striding towards the alley you didn’t miss the quips they threw at each other. 

“I bowl well. I’m so going to kick your cold, dead ass.” 

“Bring it on mutt.” 

Progress. You chanted in your head. It’s progress.

Third Wheel Friend

-Dick just causally showing up when Artemis and Wally are hanging out.
- Like they should never go to Gotham for a date.
- Oh its cool he’s just chilling on the couch with the dog when they got home.
- Who even gave him a key.
- Hard core trolling.
- Calling them out on the pyschic link when they are thinking of each other.
- Already called dibs on best man.
- Permanent dog sitter. That is until Damian meets the dog.
- He was there to see how nervous Wally was before dates.
- Captain of the Spitefire ship.
- Don’t worry M'gann is first mate.
- He totally uses his ninja skills for sneaking up on them.
- Doesn’t matter how old they are, he will always be the teenage boy who knew they would be together.


Group/Member: ASTRO/Rocky


Word Count: 1221

Summary: Besties who dance together, fall in love together. <3

Requested: yeppers!! This was requested by @justbeing-kpoptrash (ayyeee I did another request for you before!!!! Glad to see some regulars on this blog! ^-^ )

Author’s Note: I feel like this is absolute shit compared to my other works lol. Idek where I was going with this, but hopefully it won’t turn out too terrible!! Nevertheless, I hope this is what you were aiming for! :)

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Originally posted by jinwoosoup

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask for Genji having a s/o with an invisibility power and they use it to prank him sometimes?

It was done on reflex: Each muscle, synthetic or not, doing their intended job as he made a quick turn – his hand wrapped around the handle of his Dragon Blade and he unsheathed it in a fast, practised motion, a metallic noise cutting through the air. He stretched his arm forward, the tip of the blade now pointed toward… Air?

As soon as the thought finished, a person materialized out of nothing in front of Genji, hands up in a defensive stance.

“Hey, hey, calm down Genji – it’s just me,” they stated, a slight sliver of panic in their tone. Genji blinked a couple times behind his mask, then relaxed. He sheathed his blade and stepped out of his battle stance, giving a deep sigh that was contorted by his mask.

“You may be invisible, but your sneaking skills could use some practise,” Genji mused as he gazed at his s/o. They chuckled nervously.

“I just wanted to scare you, and for a moment I thought I’d get impaled for it,” they stammered awkwardly and stepped a little closer to the cyborg. The latter crossed his arms, amused by the statement.

“You thought you could sneak up on me so easily?” he questioned in that slightly high pitched tone of his, the one that emphasized his playful challenges. “If I’d let you get a little closer, you really might’ve been impaled. I’m not sure Angela would’ve been too happy patching you up.” He really didn’t seem too mad, which made his s/o relax.

“Speaking of Angela, she’s looking for you. I guessed you’d be up here, on the cliffs.” The pair now gazed at the view to the sea, the beauty of Gibraltar never failing to enchant them these days. “But really, next time I will seriously get you,” they said in a lighter tone, causing Genji to chuckle briefly.

“The day you will manage to do that is the day my brother will disown me as a Shimada ninja,” he joked back with ease.

–Mod Evie