#c:corey

[incuburnt]

@lotcria​ gets some Corey love

There it was again. How many times had they ran into each other in the same situation already? Three? Four? He had lost count already.

It was simple: a monster was on the loose and it was leaving a trail of bodies in its wake. Corey was trying to make something out of his life trying to hunt it down, to make the city safer... But what was that hunky redhead trying to achieve and why was he everywhere? Everywhere.

It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

“Richmond,” he greeted, as politely as he usually did. There was no reason for him to be rude now, was there? “Fancy meeting you here. We seem to keep running into each other. What a coincidence, huh?”

[william-davis]

COREY;;

parrish-c-nola replied to your photo

Someone needs a shave.

That’s not what Belinda says~

[brandonferro]

STRANGER DANGER;;

parrish-c-nola replied to your photoset

Hellooo chesticles.

[phantomgalaxies]

OPEN TO | F/NB

PLOT | “Hey I just met you but I think I love you so let’s get drunkenly married in Vegas”

Light from the city streamed through the floor to ceiling window of the hotel room. Dawn would be approaching in just an hour, but their night had just ended. The pure adrenaline was running low and the drunken haze was fading. This weekend had show Corey engaging in things she so rarely did. While she drank, it was never in such excess. She rarely gambled, went to bars, went dancing or took home beautiful women. But most of all, she never married them on a whim. That had all changed last night. As Corey looked over the other woman, she tentatively placed a hand over her abdomen. “Do you regret it?”

[incuburnt]

@therxdpxril​ gets a starter

It was getting boring. Beyond boring. Hanging around on a rooftop with his eyes glued to an abandoned warehouse was hardly his idea of a fun friday night, but his job was clear enough: collaborate with the russian operative to identify and track the drug lord who kept terrorizing western Europe. And so, he was in the outskirts of Paris trying to kill the time and not fall asleep... Which started to get difficult around 2 a.m.

“I’m startin’ to think the blokes ain’t gonna show up tonight, ya know?” he turned around to see his partner, his voice carrying the obvious irish accent the same way his brown eyes carried the 28 hours without sleep.

“Should’ve brought some cards with me...”

[william-davis]

COREY;;

parrish-c-nola replied to your video: @WillIAm: The kind of videos I often find on my...

Slaaaaaaaaaaay!

Not bad, I guess. 

[incuburnt]

@legendmade​

“My prince. My prince, my moon and all my stars. I do not care if we’re in the middle of the amazon forest and being tracked by a group of murderous bounty hunters, you are still royalty in my heart.”

[incuburnt]

@lotcria​ gets love

There were not enough words in the world to express how much Corey wanted to stay out of trouble. He had seen enough blood, enough death. His hands had served them and taken part in the macabre dance for enough years not to want a quiet life... And yet there was no way he could get such a thing when the world continued to present itself in such disarray.

Crime. Such a meaningless world for an ex-black ops... Years ago he wouldn’t have cared, he would’ve prioritized his safety... But now not only was he about to witness a murder but he also had the skills to stop it. His feet moved faster than his brain and quickly enough he had defused the situation even before the professionals arrived.

“Sorry, hero,” he offered in a gentle voice to the man who came to fix the situation... except he got there two minutes too late. The villain was pinned to the ground and tied up like a hog with Corey’s belt. “I’m a bit anxious and you were taking so long to get here... I kinda- Yeah, you can see it. All yours now.”