Dooku meeting old ben! after getting back from a long mission and wanders who he is until quigon shows up and explains.
His feet sinks into the snow but Ben does not stop as he pulls his
robes tighter around himself. He has to get away from the Sith and
the base and if that means wading through the snow in his boots, then
so be it.
But the cold is closing in on him and Ben struggles to keep walking
through the aches and pains in his body.
The white haired Jedi looked up, squinting out from under his hood at
the snow covered landscape, the falling snow around obscuring his
‘This way. Ben this way.’
The voice calling for him is soft, gentle, encouraging. It makes Ben
follow it even as he dreads what he will find in the end, if he’s
being tricked or if his cold mind is tricking him.
‘Not a trick. Safety. They won’t find you here.’
The mouth of a cave appears and Ben stares at it, shaking before he
wades through the snow and inside it, shaking ever harder. He is so
cold and numb that he can barely focus, yet his steps becomes easier
once out of the snow as he steps into the dark cave.
‘Further in. Its warmer. Ben you have to go in further or you will freeze.’
And Ben walks in the dark, he walks what feels like hours but must
only be minutes before there is a soft light.
He can walk no further as he slips down on his knees, looking around
with his faded green eyes. “…It looks like the caves of Illum.”
He whispered. “Are those…kyper crystals?” He blinked before
leaning his back against the stone wall, tucking his robe more around
himself as the Force resonated gently around him.
There was no answer to his question as the crystal glowed gently. For
the first time since he was by Maul’s side, Ben feels peacefully
warm, his head falling back against the stone wall and his eyes
He slips into an exhausted meditation moments later as he reaches out
for his Qui-Gon.
There’s a soft, fragile brush against his shields and Qui-Gon
almost feels as if his legs are cut out from beneath him as he sits
down in the extra chair of the ship. ‘Ben?’
“Qui-Gon?” Mace and Adi looked to him but the long haired master
only waved his hand, focusing on his bond to Ben.
There was another soft brush and Qui-Gon tried not to be frustrated.
He was to far away from where Ben was to be able to hear or feel him
properly. “Ben’s reaching out but its faint. Wherever he is, he’s
still to far from me.”
“Hultomo.” Mace reached out and brought up the information about
it. “Its an icy, lifeless planet with two moons. We managed to
trace Palpatine’s ship to it. Or we assume that is where Ben is
also. If not its a lead to where the sith and he is.”
Qui-Gon rubbed his face at that. “No more leads, I just…I want to
find my bondmate.”
“And we will Qui-Gon.” The long haired man looked up as Dooku
rested a hand on his former padawan’s shoulder. “Though I do
still wish you’d waited for me to be present at your bonding
Qui-Gon smiled tiredly at his former master. “You were far into
Wild space master, and I didn’t want to wait to…”
“Rushed.” Yan clicked his tongue before looking to the
information on the console. “Hultomo…its a good thing we’ve
packed winter gear.”
“And brought a healer with us. Force knows what condition we and
Ben are going to be in.” Adi sighed, crossing her arms over her
“I still say we should have brought Maul with us, his bond to Be-”
“No. Maul is a padawan regardless of his skills with a saber and he
is still injured.” Qui-Gon objected. “Ben would not want him
anywhere near another sith after that. There is a reason why I made
Obi-Wan remain behind too.”
“I agree with Qui-Gon. No padawans.” Dooku rumbled.
“…Are we enough though?” Adi asked softly, looking around.
“We should be.” Master Tholme murmured. “Seven masters should
be enough. All of us are skilled with battle.” He nodded to Depa.
“Even our youngest.”
Yaddle hummed from where she was meditating beside Depa. “Darkness
we are heading towards, perhaps end a sith threat we can but doubtful
“Being bluntly honest, all I can think about is getting Ben away
and safe.” Qui-Gon rubbed his face. “And its not only because of
my bond to him but consider this, his knowledge of the future.” He
glanced at the others to forestall any arguments that Ben’s rescue
was the more important mission.
“If his knowledge falls into the wrong hands, it will doom the
future, regardless of how much he has changed it. It can still be
used by someone knowledgeable and cunning.”
“Qui-Gon is right, getting Ben to safety is our primary goal though
the destruction of the Sith are also a worthy task.” Mace offered
as they dropped out of hyperdrive above the planet. Adi instantly had
the ship scanning the surface, a small frown on her face as she did.
“There is a few settlements, isolated pockets that should not be
there.” She murmured softly.
‘Qui-Gon?’ Came a weak voice and he instantly closed his
eyes to listen.
‘Ben, Ben are you alright?’
There was a short, stuttering silence as the others talked around
Qui-Gon. ‘No…I’m very cold Qui. And my mind is a mess, he
ripped through my shields. Will you come find me?’
‘Of course my Ben. Do you know where you are?’ Qui-Gon
took several calming breaths, releasing his tension into the Force.
‘I’m not sure. I think…I think I got away Qui-Gon. I think
I’m hiding but I’m not sure…come find me?’
Qui-Gon snapped his eyes opened. “Ben is no longer with the Sith.
He’s not sure where he is but he seems to have escaped their
grasp.” He announced, his voice cutting through the others talk.
“Then split up we shall. Find Ben you will.” Yaddle stood,
brushing of her tunics.
“What if the siths are looking for him too?” Mace frowned.
“I will go with Qui-Gon.” Yan decided. “We worked together as a
team for many years, should we encounter them, we can cover each
“…I don’t like this.” The Korun sighed.
“He’s cold Mace. He says the sith ripped through his shields.”
Qui-Gon got up to go ready the winter gear. “He’s not in good
shape, I can tell you this much right now.” He packed in extra
blankets and the spare set of clothes he had pulled from Ben’s part
of the closet just in case.
The Korun closed his eyes before sighing and nodding. “Alright, we
Toby Fox owns
Undertale, Goth @Nekophy, Palette: @angexci . Error/Geno/fresh
@loverofpiggies Reaper:@renrink Retconned Goth… well i own this
version. Underswap!Sans by Popcornp1nce. Dream by @jokublog
Cross!Sans and Cross!Chara by @jakei95
The first time
Blueberry met Goth, he thought Error had kidnapped a new victim. The
small eternal child had thought it was hilarious when Blue had
grabbed him and tried to escape.
Goth would admit his
humour was a bit twisted after living with Error.
“Wow, if you
hadn’t shown me your house i would have never have found it in my
wondering,” Blueberry said as he wondered the small cozy house
smack dab in the anti-void.
Blueberry’s stomach rumbled as this time he’d been kidnapped just
“The kitchens this
way,” Goth grinned.
Of course the always
energetic Blueberry Sans, quickly noticed certain missing supplies.
taco supplies?” he asked.
“Ah… I haven’t
learned to make those yet, but I might have the things needed in the
basement food storage,” Goth said thoughtful.
supplies… sacrilege’ Blueberry thought.
“Wait… how does
a house in the anti-void have a basement?” he asked, after all how
would one dig through nothing to build it and not see it from the
it?” Goth asked totally innocently.
Goth only caused the
kitchen to burn once.
Then Cross appeared
and stole all the tacos.
“Blue.. are you
in?” a voice asked, the small Sans blinked as he recognized the
“Come on in Dream,
I was only about to make dinner,” Blues called, moments later Dream
entered the kitchen a small frown on his face.
“Um… I have some
questions about Error, we all had an interesting confrontation with
him,” Dream said.
“Error huh, been
three months since the last kidnapping… have a few more till the
next one, Blues said frowning, sighing he turned off the stove
knowing this might take awhile.
“Wait… you have
kidnapping scheduled?” Dream said wide eyed at him.
“Only for the last
five years, easier for no one to be killed and to see Gothy,” Blues
be a small skeleton kid that looks a lot like Geno and Reaper with a
scythe and can travel in the anti-void?” Dream asked.
you know. Goth’s been living in the anti-void for years. Error’s
really protective about him, since leaving the anti-void too long
will kill him,” Blues said, really Goth was such a sweet shy kid…
he just wished Goth could chance leaving the void often.
Blues looked down at
the floor for a moment, he didn’t know what had happened to Goth to
make him end up pretty much trapped there to survive… and from the
look on Error’s face that day when he started to ask.. he had
decided h didn’t want to know.
“Its, not for me
to say. Ask Goth,” Blue said, then turned on the stove and
proceeded to ignore his friend… sometimes it was best to have some
A slightly tired
Goth yawned and rapped a wondering hand away from his dinner, he
glared at Cross who was pouting at the taco’s.
“Come on Cross, go
make your own food… this is why I can never make Taco’s anymore,”
Goth said glaring, his form shifted to fell his self more prone to
“Aw come on…
just one, i even got a gift for you,” Cross bribed.
-Hey! I picked them
out- the every ghostly Cross!Chara protested, Goth suppressed a
shiver wishing once again he hadn’t gained the ability to see the
other part of Cross. Chara of course thought it sweet, after all ne
had someone else other then Cross to tease.
said form shifting to Canon Goths form, he absently pushed two Taco’s
to the other skeleton and happily received a wrapped box.
said opening it, new clothing that didn’t match anything any of his
selves had ever worn.
“Be right back!”
Goth said and raced to his room to try it on.
Cross grabbed the
rest of the Taco’s happily.
Goth liked the
clothing even if how every different they looked from what he always
wore, but eh supposed that something different was the point. His
scarf was still around his neck but tucked under a white hood shawl
combo with a golden orb/disk dangling down the front.
His shirt underneath
was a very very light grey that tucked into large fingerless gloved
with red ribbons around part of it and handing off them. Pants were
white and tucked into white boots with yellow-gold edged tops and a
small gold disk on the front of them.
‘Could use more
Black’ Goth thought, after all he’d been wearing black since his
uncle dressed him that day.
The clothing felt
weird against his bones, and if it wasn’t for the red and gold bits
he could probably almost blend into the antivoid.
he said spotting something under where the clothing had been gold in
colour… and glowing?
Quickly he grabbed
it up and stared, it was a lantern and in its centre glowing was a
Laying in bed at night, Rafael would stare at the shadows on the ceiling, relentlessly prodding at the wound. Moving his hand to the empty bedside. Remembering a time when instead of cold, undisturbed sheets his hand would find a warm chest, heart fluttering beneath his palm.
You idly wondered if he had noticed the blush that spread across your chest as he stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, freshly showered and cheeks pink. If he caught your furtive glances as he sat down next to you on the bed, hair damp and loose, dressed in boxers and a threadbare t-shirt from St. Johns. Or if he could hear your heart beating steadily next to him, now, in the dark motel room. Limbs tense and nerves on edge. His closeness absolutely unbearable.
After awhile, you decided it was time to go. Careful not to wake him up, you gently moved out from under Rafael’s arm and climbed off the bed, standing uneasily on weak legs. As you quietly walked toward the bathroom, Sonny sat up. His cheeks still pink, hair sticking up in every direction.
At first he freezes, but then after a moment he starts to lean into the kiss. You take his hand and move it onto your body, and he grips you tightly, groaning as he pulls you closer. You know he wants it too.
But then, as quickly as it starts, he stops.
“I can’t, I’m sorry,” he says as he pulls away, rolling onto his back to look up at the ceiling. “Not like this”
For a moment you look into his eyes - those kind, familiar blue eyes - and unwanted memories immediately rush to the surface. Every fight, every first, every late night. The hurt and the laughter and the regret. You quickly push the memories away and bring yourself back to the moment, focusing on the smell of his cologne, the warmth of his skin against yours, the sensation of him moving inside you. You never want to forget this.
I turned to leave and noticed that Sonny was already making his way down the hall toward the courthouse steps. I had to break into a jog to catch up to his long strides, my footsteps echoing in the marble hall.
“What the hell was that all about?” I asked once I reached his side. I had never seen him act like that before.
“What?” he responded.
“Don’t play stupid, detective.”
He didn’t say anything, instead holding his burning gaze forward, quickly descending the steps and storming toward a packed cafe next door to the courthouse.
Raising a glass to toast their fallen friend, Barba focused on the man in front of him. Concerned blue eyes and a face resolute above a starched collar weighted down by brass precinct pins. The assortment of medals affixed to his jacket. The black band stretched across his shield.
He wasn’t sure what changed that day - if it was the stress, the tragedy, or the drinks - but in that moment a wall came down. A wall he had been desperately holding up for longer than he wanted to admit. And somehow, full of grief and loss, nerves frayed after weeks of sleepless nights, he wasn’t worried anymore.
Through it all, Carisi had been there, making it his personal mission to make sure he was safe. Protected. Lending a sympathetic ear, investing his time and emotional currency. Giving more of himself than Barba felt he had earned.
He stops short when your hands find his sides, running over the worn fabric of his sweater. He turns around to face you, his eyes dark, curious and searching. Placing your bottle down next to the record player, you reach up on your toes to kiss him, finding your confidence and eager to get going. Desire stirring inside you.
He kisses you back, softly at first.
“So,” he says with a sly grin, his hands on your waist. “We’re really doing this then?”
On the Road | NSFW Multi-chapter Carter x Reader
Carter slumped into the driver’s seat in defeat, hands gripping the wheel. There was no one to call. There was nowhere to go. And now he was stuck on the side of the road, isolated and alone, surrounded by nothing but miles of forest in every direction. His stomach sank as he peered through the windshield, watching the thin clouds of white smoke continue to stream out from under the hood.
(untitled) | NSFW Sonny x Reader One-shot
Your knees ached and shoulders burned, and you felt like a string pulled tight, ready to snap. For a brief second a word flashed through your mind. The word you had never used before and had hoped not to, but always kept within reach, just in case.
•Knight taught Pistachio about Undertale. Every since, her new catch phrase has been, “NGGAAAHHHHH!!!!”
•Devil is super overprotective of Angel. Like, he will have a freaking panic attack if he doesn’t even see them.
•Apple is 4 years old, Pancake is 5, Angel is 3, Devil is 9, Cherry is 10, Creampuff is 8 and Wizard is 7.
•Brave, Bright, and Boarder are all the same age, 15. Strawberry is the youngest at 14 and Ninja is the oldest at 16.
•Fire Spirit and Tiger Lily were the only L-Grades that were babies and had childhoods.
•Fire Spirit was raised by the Red Dragon, whose real name is Karla. He even has a dragon sister named Stella, who is very close to him. His cousin, Alpha, constantly tried to teach him how to wrestle. (He tried to prove FS was gay once by kissing and biting him in sensitive areas. No, he did not bite his dick)
•Tiger Lily was raised by her original parents, the King and Queen, for the first 12 years old her life. When the Kingdom started to collapse, Tiger Lily couldn’t escape with her family and ended up staying behind. That’s how she met Butter Tiger, and developed keen senses to survive in the jungle. She’s lived in the Pineapple Village with the natives, and has been their leader ever since.
•Wind Archer loves to chew and suck on anything made of fabric. He even chews and sucks on his scarf to calm himself down sometimes. The Sugar Swan knows about this, but she pretends not to for his sake.
•Sea Fairy actually has a great sense of humor, and a hilarious laugh.
•Moonlight has a safety zone. What is this safety zone? Her girlfriends breasts. She digs her face in them, kneads them, she even sleeps in them. They’re very soft and squishy.
•Gumball can do a perfect impression of Funtime Freddy. He likes pranking and scaring other cookies with it. Peppermint likes it though, they think its adorable.
•Once, Pistachio went to Alchemist and Vampire’s house dressed as Undyne, and started singing Fishy Love for Alchemist. Unfortunately she didn’t quite get it, but she was happy with it anyway. (They are quite literally Alphys and Undyne, DevSisters can’t pull the wool over my eyes.)
•When Vampire needs a snack, he steals a bunch of them from the grocery store Strawberry works in. Don’t worry, Alchemist always comes back to pay for what he stole.
•Lime can climb into that giant beach ball of hers. She even sleeps inside it sometimes. Orange and Lemon like rolling it around the beach when she’s inside, which makes her very dizzy in the end.
•Adventurer, Rockstar, and Cinnamon are always fighting over Mint Choco’s heart. He actually loves all three of the boys equally, and just wants all of them to become friends. Or lovers, even better!
•Fire Spirit actually can eat popsicles. His favorite kinds are the tall smooth ones that stick up. He sucks and licks it slowly, all around, then after a while he just takes the whole thing in his mouth and just eats it. What? Were you thinking of something else?
•Strawberry is adorable under her hood. She has short light lavender white hair, with flat bangs that cover her forehead, those big brown eyes, and freckles just to make it all complete.
•Werewolf isn’t dangerous in his wolf form, he’s actually a big soft puppy! He’ll roll around and yap happily if he trusts you enough to be around him.
•Apple met Werewolf in a field of flowers. She was there to pick some for her moms, but she saw Furball Pup and immediately fell in love. Children love puppies you know. She played with Furball Pup and Werewolf made flower crowns for the both of them. Since then, Apple is one of the few who can get near Werewolf without being afraid.
•Cocoa and Cherry Blossom live together, taking care of Apple and Cherry.
•Boarder and Brave are boyfriends, but they act just as normal as good friends! They play video games and eat Cheetos together. When they have sleepovers, they like snuggling and smooching each others cheeks. (This one’s for you Fred!)
•Bright is a self proclaimed “Gay Detector”. She claims she can even smell it.
•Peppermint loves bubble baths. They could stay in a bath tub forever if they could! But Sea Fairy always takes them out after a while.
•Pink Choco sends secret love letters to Cotton Candy to make her feel good. She never signs them though.
•Peach is a great chef. She can whip up anything you wish! And pretty fast too. She holds the record for Fastest Chef in the Cookie Kingdom.
•Banana and Popcorn work together in the circus. Banana has her hula hoops, and Popcorn is a trapeze actor.
•Popcorn and Fire Spirit are unlikely friends. They bumped into each other while walking on the sidewalk, making Popcorn’s hair heat up and pop. It scared both of them, but Popcorn is pretty chill about everything, and didn’t seem to mind one bit. They ended up conversing for a while after that, and became friends almost immediately.
•Vampire actually eats garlic, despite him being a vampire. He doesn’t seem to mind it at all.
•On days when she’s feeling extra evil, Cherry will visit Devil and they’d have a day of pranks. These pranks can get pretty extreme, so watch out!
•When Cinnamon can’t find Cinnamon Bunny, they use Moon Rabbit as an assistant instead. She’s too big for his hat, but she can of course help him with other tricks!
•Cheesecake is much nicer then people think. She’s always giving advice, helping out around her fathers building, she even babysits Onion in her spare time, since Blackberry is so busy with Buttercream Choco.
•Cotton Candy is an Otaku. Nuff said.
•Dino-Sour loves cream cheese, and even feeds some to his baby dino. He doesn’t know where his obsession comes from, all he knows is cream cheese is delicious.
•Hero is a pure and innocent cinnamon bunny. Or, did you know that already? He is adorable, but my real hc for him is he lives the library. Since there’s no librarian, he acts as one. He sleeps on the top floor of the library, and made a little space for JellyCo Cube on a bookshelf for him to sleep in too.
•Angel may be a baby, but they’re much smarter then people think. They can even be smarter then Devil sometimes, but that’s not to say they don’t love their brother with all their heart.
•Soda can understand and speak several languages, his favorite being Hawaiian. He loves singing in different languages too, and playing the ukulele makes near perfect.
•Princess learned Karate from General Jujube, whom also taught Peach. Since they learned it together, they became good friends down the road.
•Knight might never admit it, but he looks up to Pistachio as a sister. He tries as much as he can to be just like her, and its adorable.
Lemon isn’t exactly emo, in fact he can be rather fun loving and joyful.
Orange and Lime can hold their breathes for much longer then other cookies can, so they kiss and smooch underwater where nobody can see them.
•Kiwi loves music, its one of his other passions, apart from riding his motorbike. Probably why he and Rockstar get along so well.
•Macroon swoons over Carol. She has a huge crush on her, but she’s too scared to tell her. She taps lightly on her drums when Carol is around to try and get her attention. If she’s lucky, she’ll get a smile from Carol. Maybe someday that smile will turn into a kiss.
Well, that’s all the hcs I could think of. I hope I got all the cookies. And I hope these are uhh… Decent, enough for this fandom. I highly doubt anybody would like these, but its all I got right now so uh, enjoy, I guess. :V
hey everyone Mr.E here back from month long break. I didn’t mean to be gone so long but i realized after writing for 2 years, that despite the fact there were moments i didn’t write for periods of time, I never actually took a real break from writing and while I didn’t mean to miss Starco week (and I’m trying to catch up) i think i needed it. so I’m back, almost done with the bad boy au. but first I needed to get this out of my head.
So I am a huge fan of the whole gentleman thief archetype. Katio Kid or the Phantom thief kid is my favorite anime character of all time and any time he comes out, it’s always my favorite episode.
The second half to this idea was the fact one of my favorite game series Persona has finally released the 5th game *i waited 9 years people and no persona Q doesn’t really count * and what do you know it’s all about thieves doing good.
So I’m hooked but i’m fusing the two concepts because I am not even going to try to explain persona (and it’s a rated M game so yeah) I decided to simplify it.
So in this AU, Connor is a new student who finds an ancient mask that grants him supernatural powers. He decides to rob and teach lessons to those who abuse their power and their positions. Marco is a private Investigator asked to look into this sudden rash of thefts and Nova is suspecting Connor. (they are not friends in this version)
So here’s a small preview. I’m still working things out but i wanted to get this out of my head so i could finish starco week. Let me know what you think, any of your favorite parts or any ideas you have. Italics means flashaback have a great week and I’ll have a story up soon. a special thanks to @artgirllullaby who helped me with the idea and @hains-mae for drawing a really awesome Nova pic that inspired her outfit here
i’m officially changing my fc on this blog to l.udi l.in my reasoning for this: when jason was on a hunt for his real mother leading up to when he died, lady shiva was one of the two possible people, and both jason and bruce believed it was possible she actually was his mother meaning jason is at the very least biracial with chinese lineage due to that fact the fact that she shot them both down saying she never had children is irrelevant because it was a lie – she is ca.ss ca.in’s mother even if they aren’t related the fact still stands that jason isn’t white ://
wow i just got a horrible thought of what if niles has to fake his death at some point, like, literally no one knows he's still alive, (maybe something to protect leo cause lbr that's what he usually does tbh..) and stays low for maybe literal years before whatever it was keeping him away/once he finishes dealing with whatever caused him to fake his death in the first place passes
Oh my god I actually love this so much????
Niles’s past has always been extremely convoluted, so we can’t know for sure the severity of the trouble he got into, but it could have been big. Perhaps some gang finds out he’s working for the Prince, and starts to come after him, and Niles *knows* the kind of things these people can do. He has to take them out, but he knows Leo would never let him leave, so he fakes his death and sets off to find this gang and protect the last person in the world he truly loves.
His “death” would break Leo though. He’d be confused and hurt for a long time and probably end up becoming even colder outwardly than he was before. It isn’t until a few years later that he gets reports of a “Silver Mercenary” picking off the leaders of the most wanted gang in the country. He finally sets out to find this person and arrest him (due to the fact this is still murder and illegal in Nohr), that he sees a flash of white hair under a pitch black hood.
Request: 1) Can I ask for a fic where the reader is really short (5'0") and goes on a mission with Altaïr?
2)Altair x short!reader on a mission in which the reader “burns” Altair because he teases her for being short? With an innuendo please!
A/N: Let’s give Altair some love… And a burn he will never forget ;)-Jinx
Warning: Cursing(I just can’t help myself, this is almost me as an assassin… The perks of being short lol) and nerves ;)
She watched as her fellow assassin walked in front of her, moving cautiously and silently in the dark corridor. She couldn’t help but think back on the frown on his face when the Grandmaster announced that he was going on a mission with her. Y/N thought that after all this time they had formed some kind of a friendship, and why not something more than that? The young female could have sworn that she had seen him look at her from the corner of his eye when she was training with the other men of the Brotherhood multiple times.
In all these years of knowing and secretly admiring him, she had developed those unwanted, strong feelings for the male. It was something not understandable, how could she be attracted by such an arrogant and selfish bastard?
She was mad at herself for caring for people that didn’t do the same for her. She forced herself back to her senses, only to notice that Altair had stopped walking. Her fingers barely brushed at the back of his robes, and she prayed she didn’t notice. She wished she could do it again, but the Eagle of Masyaf would notice that for sure.
They hid in two recesses the wall had as some guards were passing by, their weapons ready for a fight, one they were trying to avoid. The last thing they wanted was attention. Altair looked at the h/c girl, and she looked right back at him expressionlessly. The man made some signals, and she nodded as she understood his plan. He turned his head away sharply, and Y/N noticed his body tensed and relaxed in a few seconds.
Altair carried on with his mission, and the female assassin stayed to that dark alley for a second. After noting that there was nobody near, she looked at the ground, and detected the outline of a very small door. Only a little child could get in it without getting stuck.
She was once thankful for her small body.
She opened it carefully and slid inside, ready to strike anyone that stood against her. With her muscles screaming in protest, she closed the empty space once again, so if anyone came they wouldn’t suspect a thing. The Templars wouldn’t know what hit them.
As if she would just stay hidden there, just like the Master Assassin had ordered her. They were in the same rank, for God’s sake, what was his problem? He was frustrating her endlessly with his constant attempts to impress Al Mualim. If the Grandmaster believed it was a mission for two, it was a mission for freaking two.
She could see some light at the end of the tunnel. She flicked her hidden blade out, and held tightly on the other hand her sword as she almost reached the end. She was ready for anything that would try to kill her, and used the darkness as camouflage. She took a deep breath, and looked down, to see that Templars had outsmarted Altair. And he was having a pretty hard time, something that didn’t go unnoticed by her. She could see blood on his robes, and she freaked out.
“Altair!” She screamed as she watched him add pressure onto his aching ribs and almost trip on his own feet. Just how tired was he? That idiot, that’s why this is a mission for two, she knew something like this would happen! That foolish, arrogant…
“Assassin!” One of the men yelled, and Y/N let out a low string of curses. “The hay! Move the cart away before she falls on it!”
But it was too late. She had already performed a very skillful leap of faith, and landed on the haystack with a small “thud”. The first templar that came her way felt her harsh kick on his jaw, and backed away, holding onto it painfully. Without losing anymore time, she threw a knife at his chest, ending his life instantly. Altair hadn’t stopped fighting with five or six other men, bigger and stronger than him. But as the h/c girl had noticed, he was faster.
“A midget came to assist his friend?” One of the Templars that had surrounded her laughed.
“You really shouldn’t have said that…” She hissed lowly as she got up from the haystack, and another male laughed too, even harder than the previous one.
“A-A she? A short female will be able to stop all of us…” He was cut off by a knife thrown on his throat. He gagged at his own blood, and the others stopped smiling.
She walked calmly, maybe too calmly, to the first one that had talked, and smirked under her white hood.
“Do not ever, ever underestimate women, and short people, do you hear me?” She was carrying the man she had killed a few seconds ago, and two Templars ran to her, their swords ready to strike, avenge the death of their friend. Those two that came were previously fighting the male assassin, and he managed to assassinate other two.
He was tired, blood mixing with sweat and nerves with that unmistakable feeling of fear. It had a death grip on his heart, his worry for the girl increasing. Adrenaline pushed him to his limits, with just one goal; get to Y/N and help her out of this situation.
He stabbed someone in the chest with his hidden blade, and swiftly made a turn to slice the other man’s throat. After he was done with the distracted and very scared group that had overpowered him momentarily, he turned to Y/N’s direction again, and saw at least four bodies down. Her robes were full with the familiar red liquid, her arms and feet moving graciously as her rugged breathing matching his own.
He felt… proud of her.
He ran to her rescue, even though she didn’t really need to be saved, and stabbed a man at the back of his skull. A heart breaking scream left his lips, causing a few more heads to turn towards his direction. The duo fought back to back, always defending each other’s blind spots and putting up a very good fight against the Templars.
“The document, Altair!” She yelled in order to be heard above the clashing of metal. They were kept at the centre of the room; he would be able to find the right one there for sure. “Get it while I am finishing this up!” She had a swordfight with two men, some trying to follow Altair but meeting a tragic fate.
He obeyed, something that made her sigh in relief, and that was when a templar got hold of her. She braced herself for what was coming, and crushed her forehead against his, making him stumble back and call her many, many things.
She smirked and stabbed his abdomen with her sword glistening, and the last templar, looking like he was going to cry, ran away.
She was too tired to chase after him, and Altair came to her side, smirking. “No matter what he tells, I have stolen some unnecessary documents too. The Templars will not be sure which one we wanted.”
“Smart,” she complimented, and took a different route back to their horses. That coward would call for back up, and they had to hurry.
“Of course and it was, you would have never thought of it,” he commented rather sassily, and she growled.
Altair was smiling slightly at her flustered frame, and she threw a rather strong punch on his side.
“That’s the highest you can reach? You are disappointing me, Y/N.” He told her, knowing that being called short was not something she could let pass.
She got a bit taller by studying on her tip toes, and Altair let out a mocking laughter. She still couldn’t even reach the top of his chest.
“You bastard,” she hissed and jumped to grab hold of his ear. She pulled his face down with minimal resistance from him, and whispered quite seductively. “Life is short too, just like your ‘hidden blade’”.
He was left there dumbfounded, as she continued walking to the exit, finally reaching it.
“I am not going to wait for you to stop daydreaming about me, Altair,” she said and sun bathed her short figure.
He smirked at the challenge she was giving him, already intrigued by her new-found attitude. He would push her more often and see where it actually leads them.
“For a person with such short legs, you sure walk pretty fast…”
Hey everyone Mr.E here with my big project i had planned for @starcoweek3 ‘s au you of choice. haha man am I late with this but i hope you all still enjoy it.
So this au is heavily based on the Legend of Zelda’s newest game breath of the wild but I did try to add little jokes and references from the entire series here and there especially a certain well known disguise.
This one is more serious than usual as Star deals with intense feelings of disconnection and loss as she awakens from a slumber only to find the world is different than she remembered. There is humor and romance but when i first started writing this forever ago, i wanted it to be a reminder that we must always do our best and keep going even in trying, difficult times. it isn’t easy but we can do it and make the world a better place through drive and a determination not to give up.
This means flashback
That’s it for me, have an amazing day, a great week and stay awesome and remember I believe in you!
Lately she’s been on autopilot, overworking herself mostly because she felt as if since she’s already missed a lot–she’d need to make it all up. With overworking, came long nights, sleepless nights and too much coffee. On her way to work now, the car came to a sputtering stop, “No, no, not today.” Pulling off the side of the road as the car came to a complete stop, Elena grabs her phone and steps out–seeing white smoke escape from under her hood. Unlocking her phone, she went to call for help before she saw she had no service. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Master Altair I have returned from my mission.” Altair nods from under his hood.
“Was is a success?” You nod.
“Yes I was able to kill my target and was able to gather a few documents before leaving.” Altair nodded and held out his hand. Reaching into your satchel you pulled out the documents. When you hand him the papers he notice a part of your hood move.
“[Y/n] what is under your hood?” he asked.
“Um… nothing?” A soft purring noise could be heard. You tried to step away but Altair quickly reached forward and pulled back your hood. Under his hood Altair raised a brow at the small fluffy white kitten that was snuggled up against your neck. The kitten looked up at him and meowed.
“Heheh. I found a kitten.” Altair frowned.
“Oh Come on Altair. Please?” You pulled the kitten from your neck and held him out for him to see. “He was out on the streets starving and at the break of death. I couldn’t leave this little guy just die.”
“[Y/n] no.” you pouted you lips.
“Please?” You brought the kitten closer to his face and the kitten pressed his paw to Altair’s nose. Altair let out a sigh and moved the kittens paw from his nose. “Fine.” You smiled.
“Yaaaaay. Thank you.” Giving him a quick peck on the cheek you ran out of the room. Altair just shook his head and got back to work.
~The Next day~
Malik smiled as he held his quil up and let the kitten bat at the feather. You smiled as you rest your head on your hand.
“I will admit he is cute.”
“I thought you would like him.” You giggled and scratched his head.
“So what did you name him?”
“Eman. I plan on trying to train him to do small things to be able to able to help me on missions.” Malik raised a brow.
“Like with what?” Malik started to scratch his belly and Eman tries to nibble at his fingers.
“Well with things like distractions, delivering small messages, even maybe try to teach him how to pickpocket.” Malik just smiled and shook his head.
Suddenly with a knock the door to Maliks room open and walked Altair. Eman hopped off the table and ran over to Altair and started to climb up his robes. Altair watched the small kitten climb but when he reached his waist, Altair picked him up by the back of his neck. Eman just meowed happily.
“Nhaaa Eman likes you Altair.” Altair gives you a side glare before setting Eman on the ground but he just rubbed up against his legs. Altair just let out a sigh.
“What is it you need Altair.” asked Malik.
“I have a job for [y/n].” You let out a groan.
“Really? I’ve only been back for one day and you already have more work for me?” Altair gave a small smile.
“Stop complaining; it’s only a small job. One of our instructors that usually teach the novices has fallen ill. All you need to do is take over till he is back to proper health.” You rubbed your hand over your face.
“Oh joy. I completely hate teaching the Novices. They act like they know everything.” Altair smirked and flicked your forhead. “Ow.”
“You shouldn’t be complaining. You use to act the same way when you were a novice.” Malik raised a brow.
“You were no better Altair.” You giggled at the sudden memories from being a novice.
“Remember all the times he would freak out when he would trip and fall into a puddle of water?” You both burst out laughing while Altair just frowned. You let out a squeal when you were tossed over Altair’s shoulder and walked out of the Malik’s room; taking you to the training ground. Eman just followed behind trying to grab at the end of his robes.
It was now at the end of the day, and you were heading back to your room to take a nice relaxing bath. Eman lied on top of your head purring.
“Yeah I’m exhausted to Eman. Those novices can really take a lot out of ya.” It has been two weeks now and it turns out that the normal instructor was more sick than anticipated. But he is finally showing signs of recovery and should be able to come back in a few days. But other than the exhausting work with the novices for the past two weeks; they have have been fun too. For you have also been training Eman. And who might you ask has been the victim of that training? None other than Altair. Yep you have been taking things like quills, his red sash, Eman even had once brought you his trousers. Giggling at the memory of a mad and furious Altair you enter your room setting Eman on your bed and start removing your weapons and robes.
“Alright now where did I put those candles and bat oils? Oh yeah.” You ran to your trunk and pulled out your things you wanted.
“Oh yea that hits the spot.” You rest your head at the rim of the bath taking in the relaxing lighting and the smell of lavender. But the moment was shortly lived when you felt a paw pat your head. turning your head you see Eman has something in his mouth. “Whatcha got there little one?” picking up the cloth and held it in front of you, your eyes widen. You held a tunic if front of you but it wasn’t just anyones tunic, you were easily able to see that it was Altairs. “Oooh shit.” You could hear your door suddenly open.
“Where are you, you damn hair ball.” Altair sound annoyed. You quickly tried to grab Eman but he was already out of your reach. A few seconds later Altair came around a corner into the bath area. Your eyes widen and you clutch the tunic to your chest and tried to hide your body in the bath water.
“A-Altair!!” His eyes widen and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. But it didn’t take long till a smirk and leaned his half naked body against the doorway.
“Well what do we have here?” You pointed a finger at him.
“Altair I swear come any closer..”
“That looks like a really relaxing bath. Maybe I’ll join you.”
“Altair you dick head don’t you even!” You quickly turned around when he started to remove his trousers. “No. No. No.No.” You hear Altair enter the bath. “No!No!No!NO! You felt arms try to wrap around you waist.
~The Next day~
You lift yourself out of bed and groans. You looked down at your lap and Eman was just sitting there acting all innocent. “I blame you.” Eman only mewed. Letting out a sigh you look at the small hickies that you had along your shoulders and chest. Getting out of bed you began to dress. Once you had your tunic on you searched for your trousers. “That’s strange I was sure that I left them next to my bed.” You froze and slowly turned around and just as you expected Eman was there with your trousers hanging from his mouth and being dragged along the floor. “Eman you get back here!” Running down the hall you chased after the little devil of a kitten. He ran through a door that was slightly agard. Not even thinking you slammed open the door but then regretted it. For there sat a smirking Altair sitting on his bed swinging your trousers back and forth in his hand with a purring Eman resting on his shoulder. You narrowed his eyes at him.
“You are an ass.”Altair chuckled.
“Would an ass let out take a day off from all work so you would spend it with him.” Your eyes widen and it was silent for a moment as you processed what he said. With a smile you came closer and scratched Eman’s head.
“I love you my little assassin’s kitten.” Altair smirked.
Overview: Stefan Salvatore is a Brooklyn mechanic who’s built up his own shop from scratch and prides himself in the work he does. Caroline Forbes is a well-off girl from the Upper East Side that was born into everything that she has, though she’s not always thrilled about it.She needs an engine change, he offers to do all of the work himself, but they somehow find themselves changing all the while (All human!AU).
A/N: I’m happy that this fic peaked a lot of people’s interests! I hope that the second chapter isn’t a let down, lovelies. Enjoy!
“Caroline!” said the loud, sing-song voice. “The early bird catches the worm, my dear!”
It was her mother, who loved waking their entire household up, bright and early, on Saturday mornings. It was a tradition, but one that Caroline could go without. Sure, pancakes, waffles, eggs, and beautifully displayed fruit were great and all, but they were not enough to make the table-talk any more bearable.
If they weren’t talking about Caroline’s career plans after graduation —which was a whole three years away—they were talking about Luke, Caroline’s “boyfriend.”
Summary: Gavin and Dan grow up closer than brothers, in a bad town full of bad people, clinging to their ambitions of making a change - until fate and circumstance pull them apart.
Both think the other is gone forever, so the last thing they expect is to reunite on opposite sides of the law. And with the Fake AH Crew about to pull the heist of the century, it’s the worst time possible for Gavin’s past to come breathing down his neck.
Dan had been here
one damn day and already none of his charging cords worked, he’d
offended numerous people on the way from the airport to the taxi to
his apartment building by not tipping them properly, and now – to
top things off – he was half an hour late on his first bloody day
“Nice of you to
finally join us, Gruchy,” the man at the head of the board room
growled when he finally, rather sheepishly slunk into the conference
room of the Achievement City FBI Precinct, juggling a briefcase in
one hand and a half-finished coffee in the other.
The Great White Blight: Holding the Line with Azelia and Nicki
They haven’t found a good replacement for black girls but they keep trying to make us go quiet.
There is a black girl thing that hasn’t quite been captured yet. They’ve been working on it for centuries now, from the first call , to the ring shout, to the Mississippi Delta growl, to the sugar cane song .
Iggy Azalea and Azaelia Banks have been the ship that has launched a thousand post liberal hip hop pieces. Nicki Minaj and Iggy Azalea was the ship that launched a thousand tepid feminist pieces.
This is not a hip hop problem , this a blues problem that very pointedly never gets named and comes and goes with every single apex and nadir of black music,or black female creativity.
Black women speaking about the reality of their lives is uncomfortable, we swing it, growl it and yes enjoy it , but at the crux speaking black woman’s experience diasporically and an American one specifically is voicing the politics,erotics and aesthetics of the constant knowledge of your own disvalue.
Banks assertion that this is the thing we made is most heartbreaking for it’s truth than it’s theoretical application to cultural appropriation. Hip-hop like blues and jazz is a thing we made , and more importantly it was a thing black women have used to force artistic playgrounds that later seem to be freeing for everyone but them. Banks more outré experiments, are screaming call backs to Missy Elliott. Elliott who bursted to centerstage after years of production work , on an Ann Peeples sample who was straight from the same St.Louis that gave us Bessie Smith. Nicki calls to Kim who called to Betty Davis, who called to that same Smith and Ma Rainey. While being their own distinct and innovative thing black women in hip hop have always reminded the world of the existence and innovation of black women and their lives, GROUNDED in their sociopolitical oppression .
“We hate Iggy”is the “easy “ problem of race and hip hop rather than the more difficult problem of a cultural landscape struggling with needing back women around to provide cultural product, while needing us to be seen as not producing anything to justify our abuse. Black girls are on constant defense, and are considered to have no selves to defend , Azaelia is defending hip hop , not black girls, Nicki is making “superb racial commentary” not straight up staking her claim as a lyrical master. When did defending black women not become enough?
When Azaelia Banks cries during an interview about whats happening, the idea that a pretty blonder Iggy is somehow taking it from her is safe. When Nicki says “When you hear something from me I wrote… No shade” it’s easier to write about her “slamming Iggy” or the geo politics of over inflated women’s fights than the reality. Azaelia is talking about her own paid, Nicki is talking about her own prowess, but those declarations are instinctively seen as fights, because Black women’s centrality is seen as aggressive, or “jealous”. We can’t be just mad , we have to be mad AT, and Iggy seems t o be committed to making her self a great target by being insensitive and questionably talented.
Even more so that it exploded on Twitter, a domain once maligned for, now just mined for black women’s culture responses is even richer . T.I’s tone deaf defense of Iggy was made more comical by the fact it was done in a medium that is making much of it’s relevant hay on the consistent hard knocks black women face on it every day. Rather than answer what’s so special about Iggy that she cant get ( the mildest form of ) this work , T.I defaults to insulting Azaelia and black people (some !) for claiming cultural “stinginess”. We are expected to give and fade quietly while enterprising ( men) like him reap the benefits. His Ain’t No Mediocre a video that sees him jet off to Brazil, to center Iggy as a goddess galumphing her way through favelas, takes it worldwide , his idea of successful going global is a white Australian rapping like “Gangsta Boo”.
The easy accusations of drag and minstrelsy are superb indicators that the conversation isn’t being had with black women. This isn’t generalize blackness being mocked, this is black womanhood. When cornrows and big booties are lauded for white women, but a woman can throw a wig on a penis call it a black woman and still be called a feminist icon, appropriation is the nice way for saying , we are watching a concerted effort to make Black women jokes and also to keep them from being able to discuss it. When Nicki cites Kanye, it is both astute observation and public personal caution. Speaking out gets you got, and what happens when it’s in medium that is cruel to you anyway.
The problem isn’t that we talk too much about Iggy. The problem is that we don’t talk about black women as a respected legacy of skill talent and creative force of which hip-hop was the latest itineration.Black people getting moved out of hip hop is terrible but is preceded by black WOMEN being moved out of hip hop first. Not just as subjects ,but as artists and commentators. Talking about Iggy is fine , if we actually HAVE THE TALK. Words about appropriation aren’t enough , when very specific aspects of black woman hood are under attack. Iggy’s white privilege is a GREAT thing to talk about if we actually bring the people it’s constructed on for its potency.