Not Me Starting My Third Original Story Of This Summer
Not me starting my third original story of this summer
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“Did you hear that?” whispers Callum to the more hardened criminals around him. They snort in derision at his caution, just the new guy being on edge about the job, but he keeps his gun held tight in his hand.
“I heard it too.” says Tony, the other new guy. He doesn’t look as worried as Callum because fine maybe Callum is a bit nervous about this whole ‘becoming a criminal’ thing but he can see that Tony holds his gun with just as tight a grip. “Sounded a bit like laughing, yeah?”
The rest of the gang goes very still and Callum feels like he might be missing something.
“Yeah,” Callum agrees cautiously, “like a little kid.”
Someone swears. Everyone turns so that someone else is defending their back.
“What’s the problem?.” Callum asks, also turning to keep someone at his back.
The laughter sounds again, clearer this time and that’s definitely a little kid. It makes even some of the more hardened men in the room flinch.
“Anyone here got a problem shooting a kid?” asks the member of their group that Callum thinks might be in charge.
What he really wants to say is yes I do have a problem shooting a kid that really isn’t what I thought I was signing up to here but Callum thinks that saying any of that would be a very good way to have the guys shoot him instead of the kid. He doesn’t want that either so he stays silent and pretends that he’s cool with everything that’s happening here.
Turns out that he doesn’t need to worry about shooting any kids.
Turns out that kids are more likely to shoot you.
They don’t even see the boy before there are sharp things knocking the guns out of their hands and, just as Callum tries to pick his up, tiny fingers are around his neck and he’s blacking out before managing to put up even the imitation of a fight.
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Callum wakes up he doesn’t know how long later. He’s in the ally behind the warehouse he’d been in when he got knocked out. A kid in a domino mask is perched on the street light across from him.
“You should get a different job,” the kid says to him, “you’re too scared for this one.”
Callum would have loved to have said something cutting back, the kind of one liner the real bosses can come up with in an instant, but his throat is sore from being squeezed shut and his head is swimming so all he comes up with is a raspy, “am not” as he tries not to puke.
“Your hands are shaking.”
Shit, they are. Callum sends as scathing a look as he can at his traitorous hands. The effort of that actually does make him puke and he’s forced to ignore the somewhat pitying look the kid is sending his way.
“Yikes, you really aren’t suited to this kind of thing, are you? Maybe you should try and get one of those construction jobs going at that place round the corner. Oh! Or you could be a chef! I think you’d make a great chef.” The kid looks behind himself at something Callum’s vision is too blurry to see. “I’ve gotta go, but it was nice meeting you. Hopefully see you never, yeah?”
The kid backflips off the street light for no discernible reason.
Callum lies on his back and stares at his hands for twenty minutes until they stop shaking. For the whole time he thinks about how the construction place round the corner already rejected him and there aren’t any jobs for chefs in this part of town.
sketch batman ninja.
Gwen would be characterised by anyone but herself as a prodigy with a sword. That would be, if she let anyone see what she can do.
She started beating Elyan when she was six. It took her far longer to beat her father for the first time but whenever she lost he would tell her that she just needed some time to get a little stronger. Some time to grow up.
Gwen beats her father for the first time when she’s fourteen. He smiles from where he’s lying on the floor with a knowing look.
“I told you so.” he manages, despite how winded he is.
She rolls her eyes and let’s the glow of pride set a fire in her chest.
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Gwen is twenty-two years old and has been the Lady Morgana’s maid servant for a little under a year. She’s a prodigy at it and this time she does let people see. She spends all the time she has with Morgana and all the rest of it practicing with a sword in the forge’s yard.
It takes longer for anyone to notice than she thought it would.
She’s practising behind her father’s forge. Moving through the same jabs and cuts she’s repeated a thousand times before. It feels good, like it always does. It feels powerful.
“Well aren’t you full of surprises?” Lady Morgana calls wryly from the forge and Gwen almost drops her sword.
“You’re not supposed to be here.” she hisses, forgetting just about everything she’s ever learned about how to treat those of higher stations than hers. “Sorry.” she tags on the end, like that would stop a regular noble from having her beheaded for such words.
“Don’t be.” Morgana smiles slyly. “You could probably put Arthur on his arse with moves like those.”
Gwen is immensely lucky that Morgana isn’t a regular noble. “I’m sure that he would be a formidable opponent.” she says diplomatically.
Morgana grins, because she loves Arthur just like Gwen loves Elyan, but she isn’t meeting Gwen’s eyes and seems hesitant in a way that’s unlike her.
“Yes, milady?” Gwen prompts.
“I don’t suppose-“ Morgana’s eyes dart to the sword rack in the corner of the yard. “I don’t suppose you could teach me?”
Gwen smiles, relief flooding her. “Of course”
After all, it would hardly be proper for her to refuse a request from the Lady Morgana.
New fic: There's a fine line between a custody battle and a bar fight
Part 4 in Stay series
Word Count: 3,261
Summary: There’s a new assassin in Gotham. She’s clever, well trained and utterly ruthless.
She’s also a child.
Batman is, of course, chomping at the bit to adopt her. Too bad for him that Selina’s gotten a taste for motherhood through Tim and Damian.
A little friendly competition never hurt anyone though. Right?
Robert Pattinson in interviews: Bruce Wayne is a slimy worm man. A stinky dirty bat. A mess. Emo. Greasy and gross. Seconds away from going feral and biting someone’s ear off.
Me, a Bruce Wayne fan: Yes, yes, this man gets it
this is genuinely just me trying to be @shanastoryteller
From the very first time Adora transforms she feels a power sing through her and knows it will be there till the day she dies.
Then she realises that that might not be true, because maybe she can’t die any more. The concept of mortality seems small now. Something for lesser people, the ones she can squash under her heel like ants. Eternity doesn’t seem like such a long time with the power of the hidden stars that are as old as forever humming through her veins.
She wonders if she should mention any of this to her new friends, how even when she isn’t transformed she can feel the universe revolving around her. She thinks back to Catra turning away from her (because somehow somehow somehow Catra just knew). Instead she just hopes that the life she could spend with these people might last an eternity all on its own.
Excalibur, the legendary sword of King Arthur, was the mightiest weapon of that era. However, as time passed and mankind evolved, so did the sword. You work at a local antique shop when one day you discover something you don’t remember being there before: a rather peculiar looking pen.
new fic cause apparently i’m on an absolute roll
Word count: 1,524
Summary:“It’s a conspiracy!” Danny cries, jamming an accusatory finger close enough to Jazz’s face that she has to go cross-eyed to look at it. “You’re conspiring against me with my arch-nemesis!”
Jazz brings her hand up and pushes the finger still pointed between her eyes back down. “Oh no.” she deadpans. “You’ve foiled my evil plot. Whatever shall I do?”
She goes back to reading at her psychology textbook.
Danny lets out a strangled yelp of frustration and stomps out of the room.
