vultures fic

COMING NEXT WEEK:

Louis is the world’s greatest and most hated spy - jaded and cold. Harry’s just been hired on as his new handler - cherubic, but lethal. 

  “You’re going to have to trust me, Louis.”
    “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that, kid.”


Yeah, it’s been a day since NODIB ended and I’m already going crazy. “Vultures” coming soon. x

Just because she’s been granted the strength and skill of the spider, does not make her any less painfully awkward. Which, you know, is so much fun whenever she’s addressing a crowd. ;)

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“Citizens!” Behind the mask, she blinks wide eyes as they flit from face to face. There are too many people, way too many people, the Vulture could swoop in and pick them off like fish in a barrel at any second. And she gets it, people with super-human abilities and the general mayhem of a good versus evil throw down is enticing. Exciting. But for once, Beca really wishes they’d all just go home and sit behind their computers and wait for this to be uploaded to youtube, because she can’t possibly guarantee the safety of every person here. Especially when half of them aren’t even looking at her. “Um, hey! You guys!” Movements jerky with uncertainty, she raises her arms above her head and waves her hands to get their attention. When more than a dozen pairs of eyes are on her, her hands freeze in midair for a few seconds before she balls them into fists and drops them back down to her sides. “Uh, hi.” Her voice cracks a little and she’s never been more glad to be wearing a mask. She clears her throat, propping her fists on her hips and shoving as much authority into her voice as she can manage. “Hello! Look, I understand that you’re all,” her feet shuffling across the top of the police car she’s perched on, “super excited by this. Who wouldn’t be? It’s pretty cool, right? Spider-chick, bird-man, not the kind of thing you see every day.” She catches a few people in the crowd frowning at her and feels her insides twist. She really hates public speaking. “But I was sort of hoping you guys could like… go home?” A low murmur of muddled voices rises up from the crowd and Beca lifts her gloves hands as though to keep any physical manifestations of their displeasure at bay. “Not that I’m not seriously stoked about the support!” Inwardly she cringes, because you never hear Batman or any of The Avengers saying “stoked” and oh my god, what is she? She lets out a loud, nervous laugh. “You are here to support me, right?” A voice in the crowd yells out in the affirmative and she points a finger in the direction of the shout. “Alright! Awesome! Okay, so, I really need you to either just go home or, or even maybe hide out in a store or something? I just really don’t want the big green birdman to get his talons on you because, well. We’ve all seen what happens then.” She tilts her masked head to the side and hopes that the action conveys the remorse of her statement. 


“Great ready to see it again, Spider-Hag!” A voice screeches from overhead and Beca and the crowd collectively turn their gazes skyward in time to see the Vulture plummeting towards them from a building top. A man shrieks, a woman screams, and then all hell breaks loose. Beca’s hands go to her head before she remembers her hair is tucked away. People scatter in all directions and she calls back to the police officers behind her, telling them to get the people to safety and that she’ll take care of the flying rat. Then she’s aiming across the street, at a tenth storey window, and-


THWIP!!


Twisting her web around her wrists, she pulls back until she’s at the edge of the police car roof and then launches herself into the air. She collides with the Vulture seconds before he reaches the fleeing crowd, tackling him into the side of the building she’d been aiming for. He grunts and she catches herself against brick with a hand and a foot, swinging aside to let him fall to the ground below. 


“Who you calling ‘hag’, bird-brain?” She yells down at him, then pushes off the wall, somersaulting her way into a perfect landing against his shoulder blades.

I need fics focusing more on Dave's dead stuff collection

Dave bringing home carcasses and road kill to macerate them in buckets on the roof

Dave finding out about vulture culture

Him experimenting with different preservation methods. Bone cleaning, jars, skinning, and so on

The first time he tries macerating roadkill and pukes his brains out because of the smell

Dave regularly changing the alcohol in the jars to keep them preserved properly

Small children being afraid of him and spreading rumors he is making frankenstein monsters

Struggles of trying to get supplies and fighting with another vulture over the last bottle of 99% alcohol

Vultures [Chapter One]

Title: Vultures
Paring: Louis Tomlinson / Harry Styles
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Hilariously untrue. I own nothing but the order in which the words were placed. 
Warning: violence, mentions of death, bad words. 
Summary: Louis Tomlinson is the world’s greatest and most hated spy, and that comes with a price, one that sits prettily above his head. Harry Styles has just been hired on as Agent Tomlinson’s new handler. 
“Copy that, babycakes.“
Warning: non-major character death, mentions of death, graphic violence.
A/N: Hi! Here’s chapter one. Please read the prologue if you haven’t. As always, feedback is always appreciated.Also, I am terribly sorry to all you Niall girls. I’ve got nothing against him. I love him to bits, but it had to be done! x – info, updates, etc at @delilahfiction

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Vultures [Prologue]

Title: Vultures
Paring: Louis Tomlinson / Harry Styles
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Hilariously untrue. I own nothing but the order in which the words were placed. 
Warning: violence, mentions of death, bad words. 
Summary: Louis Tomlinson is the world’s greatest and most hated spy, and that comes with a price, one that sits prettily above his head. Harry Styles has just been hired on as Agent Tomlinson’s new handler. 
“Copy that, babycakes.”

A/N: I’m baaaacckkkkk. I know this was supposed to be posted last week, but real life has a way of catching up with me at inconvenient times. Anyway, this one won’t be as long as NODIB was, or as angsty (as angsty), but I hope you’ll give it a go anyway. Also, my prologues tend to be short little previews more than anything. First chapter will be up soon. That’s when we get to the good stuff. Please also know that I am currently working on an Art Thief! AU and a very, very, very angsty one-shot. :) xx

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Vultures [Chapter Two]

Title: Vultures
Paring: Louis Tomlinson / Harry Styles
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Hilariously untrue. I own nothing but the order in which the words were placed. 
Warning: violence, mentions of death, bad words. 
Summary: Louis Tomlinson is the world’s greatest and most hated spy, and that comes with a price, one that sits prettily above his head. Harry Styles has just been hired on as Agent Tomlinson’s new handler. 
“Copy that, babycakes.”
A/N: I’m off hiatus! Yay! Here’s the long overdue second chapter. I have not edited it yet. Soz. As always, feedback is very, very much appreciated. xxx

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