‘percival-’ there’s a dramatic gasping sound from behind the gunslinger. he’s been busy sitting in his workshop, keeping himself occupied with the contraption of spare parts and bits and bobbles laying in front of him on the work bench. the candle in the lantern nearby is slowly burning down to a nub, and percy can’t remember when first he came in here and lit it in the first place before he had started to work. the coat he had worn when he entered now lays on a chair nearby, away from the dirt and grime, and his sleeves are rolled up to stay out of the way of his busy hands.
‘percival, please,’ there’s footsteps, heavy and stumbling towards him. ‘you have to help me.’ the hands that fall on his shoulders are oddly soft for someone who used knives as his primary weapon. one would expect more callouses on the palms or perhaps where the base of the fingers met the rest of the hand, yet the fingers that slowly trace up his unshaven jawline are just as soft and smooth as the rest of his hand. lips brush his ear and percy shudders, rolling his eyes. the candlelight catches on his glasses as he manages to put his project down and push himself up from the chair.
his legs wobble, having been seated for at least a few hours without moving, but it doesn’t last long. he towers over his visitor, leaning back onto the workbench as he faces him. a brow raises and he reaches to brush loose and stray black locks away from the half-elf’s face. ‘are you quite done?’ he sounds annoyed, but the look he gives vax and the grin the mischievous man has make it clear his tone is just as playful as vax’s whining and dramatic theatrics had been coming into his workshop.
‘not yet, freddie.’ he purrs, leaning up on the tips of his toes. a hand finds its way into percy’s messy white locks, the other settling firmly on his chest. out of the corner of his eyes and over the rim of his glasses, percy can see the candle is burning to the end of the wick, and it becomes apparent in the room as the light flickers, growing dimmer and dimmer with the candle’s end. with a smirk, he’s leaning down to find his lover’s lips in the dimming light, and his hands finding vax’s hips.
the light’s snuffed out by the time vax’s back hits a more solid surface for what he had planned for the two of them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s been two years since the android revolution in Detroit had failed. Uprisings and deviants are still reported all across the nation, and LC900 is assigned to the case alongside his partner, Felix.
When time starts to run out, Locus finds himself questioning everything he knows about deviants, his mission, and even his own existence. And just what exactly is Felix keeping secret from him?
aka the dbh & rvb crossover no one asked for but got anyway
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Things are starting to get serious in Stonemoor as the gang splits up. James pays a visit to an old friend, while Ozpin, Cinder, and Qrow make a gruesome discovery that may change everything.
the diverse green and abundant colors of her mother’s garden vanishes, as he whisks her away. his hand in hers is cold, but she trusts him. the earth itself that she always admired from afar in her gilded cage seems to open up for them, swallowing them both into darkness. as the earth closes behind them, her view of the underworld is not at all like the beautiful gardens she was born in.
no. it’s dark and dreary, untouched by the sun, with only few colors splashing the barren landscape below. there’s miles of cold stone and deep, dark rivers, and it lacks the fields of golden grain and flora she knew well. the fire in her blood roars into a blazing inferno. cinder takes a deep breath, tasting ash on her tongue, instead of the sweet nectar of morning dew.
The hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate.
When a group of travelers come across a seemingly normal naked woman in the forest, it just seems to be a promise of another ordinary adventure.
However, destiny happens to have different plans for them and it’s left to this ragtag group of unlikely people to follow the paths chosen for them before they were born, or go against their fate.
The dragon gives a roar, as eyes, red and burning, fixate on the intruders in its cavern. Cinder freezes leaving James to grab her arm and pull her behind a rock into hiding with him and the others. The beast slowly gets up, the ground shaking as it pushes up to its legs.
The hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate.
When a group of travelers come across a seemingly normal naked woman in the forest, it just seems to be a promise of another ordinary adventure.
However, destiny happens to have different plans for them and it’s left to this ragtag group of unlikely people to follow the paths chosen for them before they were born, or go against their fate.
She remembers fire. From her earliest memory, to her more recent, Cinder always remembers fire. It courses through her veins, through her body, and she had a control over it that she had yet to see other people have. Was she special?
The hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate.
When a group of travelers come across a seemingly normal naked woman in the forest, it just seems to be a promise of another ordinary adventure.
However, destiny happens to have different plans for them and it's left to this ragtag group of unlikely people to follow the paths chosen for them before they were born, or go against their fate.
There was something about the forest that was calming for Qrow. Perhaps it was because he had grown up in the deep, dark woods, or perhaps it was because even when life got hard, the woods would always be there. Whatever the reason, they reminded him of home and safety, and going along the less traveled paths in the woods instead of the frequent trails of the plains made him overjoyed in ways he couldn’t explain.
